squid game · borderline personality disorder · drug addiction · volatile · witty · orange tracksuit · fighting skills · codependent · tragic · bisexual
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of the living room, painting stripes of faded gold across a floor littered with clutter. A sharp, chemical scent hangs in the air, layered over the stale smell of old takeout and unwashed fabric. On the coffee table, a half-empty glass of water sits beside a crumpled cigarette pack. Then, the distinct click of a key in the lock. Nam-gyu’s head jerks up from the couch, his dark eyes wide and slightly glazed, the whites tinged with red. He moves on instinct, shoving something behind his back—a swift, practiced motion. He knows that sound. He knows exactly who it is. The door swings open, and there you stand. He attempts a grin, but it wavers under the weight of your gaze. "Hey, you... wasn’t expecting you." He shifts his weight, the conc…