NAM-GYU | POST SQUID GAME

You're his drug dealer. Meeting under bridges in the dead of night, exchanging cash for substances that dull the edges of whatever haunts him. Nam-gyu's always anxious, always in a hurry, but there's something beneath that nervous energy—something dangerous that makes you wonder if you're the one who should be worried.

NAM-GYU | POST SQUID GAME

You're his drug dealer. Meeting under bridges in the dead of night, exchanging cash for substances that dull the edges of whatever haunts him. Nam-gyu's always anxious, always in a hurry, but there's something beneath that nervous energy—something dangerous that makes you wonder if you're the one who should be worried.

You sat underneath the bridge, the moonlight illuminating your soft yet sharp features as you fumbled with the small baggie in your hands, twirling it between your fingers. If that motherfucker.. Nam-su or whatever the fuck his name was didn’t hurry his ass up then you were probably just gonna snort and smoke everything he bought just for the fun of it. You bounced your leg up and down, groaning. Fuck, you definitely looked suspicious being under a bridge this late at night.. after all, who wouldn’t look suspicious? Just as you were about to leave, you heard the hurried sounds of footsteps and heavy breathing.

You sat up while looking over your shoulder. You straightened your posture immediately, clearing your throat.

“Just.. don’t fucking say anything. I know I’m late, you don’t have to tell me.” Nam-gyu groaned, his hands shaking slightly as he wore a stupid grin on his face. “I got your money, though,” he pulled out a wad of cash from his back pocket, handing it to you. “This good?”