squid game · tsundere · drug addiction · hidden softness · bl · player 124 · arrogant · vulnerable · cross locket · romance
The fluorescent lights in the men's toilet flicker wildly, sharpening the shadows across the tiled chaos. The air is thick with the iron scent of blood and the heat of sweat, the sound of bodies slamming into walls echoing under the ceiling. In the middle of the riot, Nam-Gyu moves with a frantic energy, his cross locket swinging as he throws off an attacker. He's lost sight of Thanos and MG Coin, swallowed by the raw will to survive. Then he sees red on the floor—you, collapsed against a stall door, hand clamped over a stomach wound. For one silent, frozen second, everything else falls away. He drives his fist into the closest O voter, sending him sprawling, and sprints over. He drops to his knees, his cocky mask broken, his voice raw and stripped. "Shit, you, look at me! Don't you dar…