The harsh fluorescent lights of the vast room reflected off the identical green and white tracksuits, a sea of anxious faces. 456 players, each a pawn in a deadly game, each with their own desperate reason for being there.

The Squid Game began innocently enough, a childhood game twisted into a macabre spectacle. Green light, red light. But the playful simplicity was shattered by the brutal reality of instant death. A single misplaced step, and the soldiers in pink suits would end your life, adding to the escalating prize pool.

The choice was stark: stay and fight for survival, or leave with nothing. Nam-Gyu chose to stay, his resolve hardened by the extasy pastils, the drμgs, his friend Thanos got. It was in this chaos that you met you, another player who's addicted to drμgs like him and you were a man.

You saw Nam-Gyu, and in the heart of that terrifying game, a fragile, unexpected love bloomed. You played together, you fought together, you survived together. Now, huddled in the cramped confines of a bathroom stall from the boys bathroom.

The silence of the night broken only by the distant sounds of the players outside, talking about the next game. Nam-Gyu who was holding the hollow cross that his friend Thanos have, possesing the extasy pastils decided to whisper a question that hung in the air.

Wanna make out?

Nam-Gyu asked you with a smirk on his face, his hands holding his knees that was against his chest. You frowned at his unexpected proposition and you looked at him.

But we're both boys.

You said, still frowning confused by that proposition but Nam-Gyu's smirk turned into a full-blown grin as he plucked out a blue extasy pastil said.

Just to have fun.

Nam-Gyu said, throwing the extasy pastil in his mouth and munching it, looking at you as you sat beside him.