minnsuu

[minnsuu]

no reason…

do you happen to have that guy kim’s number…

I do!! I’ll have to ask him before i give it to you though just because i dont wanna make the same mistake again!! Why do you want it?

[minnsuu]

though minsu tries to at least somewhat settle for the night, he feels restless, chewing mindlessly at the inside of his cheek and continuing to fiddle with his fingers or shift in his position. he’s too on-edge, too wary that this comfort is only temporary. when semi shifts beside him, his gaze quickly flickers toward her, guilt his first reflex. was he keeping her awake? lips part to voice an apology, though she speaks before he can. carefully, he listens to her, watches that small, comforting smile cross her features. he manages to give a weak one of his own, accompanied with a small nod. “i appreciate it.” minsu speaks quietly, his mind still heavy.

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minsu’s attention remains fixed on his lap, where he absentmindedly tugs at a loose thread of fabric upon the green tracksuit each player had been dressed into, a thought that sends a pitiful shiver along the length of his spine. he avoids looking to the woman entirely, her presence heavy and intimidating. he isn’t sure where the remainder of their supposed group has gone, leaving only the two of them sat by the bunks. softly, minsu swallows. “you don’t… really want me to call you noona, right?”

[minnsuu]

any trace of minsu’s smile fades with the mention of death. of course, despite not having been given much of a choice about joining the team, the knowledge that it was only temporary weighed heavy atop of him, like a stack of bricks upon his chest. there would only be one person to survive. eventually, the four will have to turn on each other. prior to familiarising himself with semi, all he’d had to fear was whatever violence namgyu and thanos were capable of. now, it seems much worse. the only trace of kindness he’s been offered in years will meet the same fate as all but one of them. he tugs the inside of his cheek between his teeth, trying not to let the swelling anxiety show. minsu nods towards semi, watching as she settles in for lights out. again, he flushes, and makes no effort to lay down himself. “good night,” he offers timidly. “sleep well.”

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minsu’s attention remains fixed on his lap, where he absentmindedly tugs at a loose thread of fabric upon the green tracksuit each player had been dressed into, a thought that sends a pitiful shiver along the length of his spine. he avoids looking to the woman entirely, her presence heavy and intimidating. he isn’t sure where the remainder of their supposed group has gone, leaving only the two of them sat by the bunks. softly, minsu swallows. “you don’t… really want me to call you noona, right?”

[minnsuu]

minsu’s smile spreads, inviting a fresh rush of colour to grace his warm cheeks. he looks down, shaking his head a little, as if attempting to rid himself of the smile; equal parts shy and feeling guilty for even considering a smile in a place like this. “that sounds better,” he speaks softly, timidly watching each movement semi makes. minsu glances towards the sleeping frames of the other two, then nods. “me too. he’s not… very nice.” he says carefully. even with the other’s apparent liking of minsu, the way he spoke about women left a bitter taste in his mouth. again, the smile surfaces when she continues. “deal.”

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minsu’s attention remains fixed on his lap, where he absentmindedly tugs at a loose thread of fabric upon the green tracksuit each player had been dressed into, a thought that sends a pitiful shiver along the length of his spine. he avoids looking to the woman entirely, her presence heavy and intimidating. he isn’t sure where the remainder of their supposed group has gone, leaving only the two of them sat by the bunks. softly, minsu swallows. “you don’t… really want me to call you noona, right?”

[minnsuu]

despite lights-out quickly approaching, it doesn’t seem that thanos and namgyu are intent on returning to the pair any time soon. minsu realises not only is that okay, but welcomed, as he feels now far more content in semi’s presence than the other two. her smile is warm, and allows him to ease up a little, find it easier to look towards her. he exhales softly, hesitant to believe her kind words, but he wills a small smile upon his lips when she continues. “no, it’s okay. the librarians always scared me — i might have nightmares if i think about them too much.”

closed starter for @380semi

minsu’s attention remains fixed on his lap, where he absentmindedly tugs at a loose thread of fabric upon the green tracksuit each player had been dressed into, a thought that sends a pitiful shiver along the length of his spine. he avoids looking to the woman entirely, her presence heavy and intimidating. he isn’t sure where the remainder of their supposed group has gone, leaving only the two of them sat by the bunks. softly, minsu swallows. “you don’t… really want me to call you noona, right?”

[minnsuu]

despite lights-out quickly approaching, it doesn’t seem that thanos and namgyu are intent on returning to the pair any time soon. minsu realises not only is that okay, but welcomed, as he feels now far more content in semi’s presence than the other two. her smile is warm, and allows him to ease up a little, find it easier to look towards her. he exhales softly, hesitant to believe her kind words, but he wills a small smile upon his lips when she continues. “no, it’s okay. the librarians always scared me — i might have nightmares if i think about them too much.”

closed starter for @380semi

minsu’s attention remains fixed on his lap, where he absentmindedly tugs at a loose thread of fabric upon the green tracksuit each player had been dressed into, a thought that sends a pitiful shiver along the length of his spine. he avoids looking to the woman entirely, her presence heavy and intimidating. he isn’t sure where the remainder of their supposed group has gone, leaving only the two of them sat by the bunks. softly, minsu swallows. “you don’t… really want me to call you noona, right?”

[minnsuu]

immediately, the admission makes him feel vulnerable, like minsu has just revealed a vital weakness in himself that might just get him killed in a place like this. he keeps his gaze down, too terrified of whatever expression semi might greet him with if he looks to her. fortunately, she’s far sweeter about his confession than he imagines the others of their team might be. eventually, he even gains the courage to timidly look over to her. “yeah?” he queries softly, listening carefully. minsu nods a little, tries not to grow too flustered with the brief contact between them. “that sounds nice.”

closed starter for @380semi

minsu’s attention remains fixed on his lap, where he absentmindedly tugs at a loose thread of fabric upon the green tracksuit each player had been dressed into, a thought that sends a pitiful shiver along the length of his spine. he avoids looking to the woman entirely, her presence heavy and intimidating. he isn’t sure where the remainder of their supposed group has gone, leaving only the two of them sat by the bunks. softly, minsu swallows. “you don’t… really want me to call you noona, right?”

[minnsuu]

minsu flinches a little with the soft tap to his nose, the contact startling him despite it’s clear lack of intent to hurt him. his cheeks flush a faint shade of red with the other man’s insistence of his resemblance to such a small and fragile creature. he quietly swallows, glancing towards the other’s pendant. he wonders how many pills it fits. “really? even in this place?”

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thanos sat, legs swinging off the side of the uncomfortable bed he’d been assigned. he looked around the large dormitory, scanning for anyone familiar. his eyes met those of player 125, minsu. he smiled at him before gesturing for him to come over.

[minnsuu]

it made the most sense for the drugs to have an overall positive effect. he’d seen how thanos and namgyu had scrambled over them, and he’s seen far worse from others reliant on various substances. that fire in their eyes couldn’t be replicated. minsu watches, slightly fascinated as namgyu places the pill onto his tongue. it’s gone within seconds, and minsu swallows, as if it had been stuck in his own throat. the sight of the pendant alone makes him feel ill. hadn’t namgyu been friends with thanos? why did he seem so unphased by his death?

he doesn’t know what ‘e’ is, but he doesn’t allow himself to question it. his eyes widen with namgyu’s calm recollection, and his heart stutters in his chest. he forces himself to shake his head, tugging at his sleeves. “n-no,” minsu declines in a stutter. “i shouldn’t. not in here.” he has to be alert. there aren’t all too many players left now; any might grow violent. the next game could be one of wit, one he needs his mind present for. he’s seen what drugs can do to one’s mind. something stirs within him at namgyu’s command for him to beg. “no… no, i don’t want one.” he whispers. but does he?

minsu eyes the pill held between namgyu’s fingers. is he actually considering it? no — no, he can’t allow his brain to turn itself off, not when it so desperately needs to be in constant fight or flight mode. but it’s exhausting, the endless fear, and namgyu seems a hell of a lot more willing to share than thanos had been. he blinks, glances around, like he’s wary the two might get in trouble, perched on a bunk with pills they shouldn’t have. would they get killed for something like this? “what… what will it do?” he questions quietly.

@minnsuu

"It makes you feel really good." Nam-Gyu told, holding the light pink tablet up as if it was holy. A sacred object meant to be worshipped, meant to be the owner rather than an item. Of course Nam-Gyu would leave out the hallucinations as a side effect. They were only minor, plus he's dealt with them even when drugs weren't in his system. So it's all fine, all normal. Besides, the feeling overrules any side effect it may give.

"Ah...At least that's what it's meant to do. Could be bad, could be normal..." Nam-Gyu licked his lips, putting the pill in his mouth. He chewed it - not desirable, but whatever helps him. It tastes awful, like ash and stone. But it was simply to be expected.

"Once, I had a bad E," he recalled, his tone seemingly getting more confused with each word, "I was 15. I began bleeding from my mouth, nose....Fuck, even my eyes. But I managed to drag myself to my Uncle's. Then, I recall waking up in a Hospital."

But he would shake his head, and hold up his cross pendant. No....Not his. Never his, it'd be best described as a souvenir. Something to remember that prick by. Though having it was more for comfort really, both the item and the street medication inside it. He's alone now, no recognition. No nothing. He'll grasp whatever he could at this point.

"Do you want one? I'll give you one...If you get on your knees and beg like a dog."

[minnsuu]

the way namgyu grins at him is unsettling, but even the slightest indication of the praise and approval he’s been subconsciously seeking eases him. he’s well aware of the implications of being compared to something so meek and small, but he doesn’t care. namgyu is letting him be, even if only for now, and that allows him to finally release the breath he’s been holding for far too long. he says nothing as the other leaves, and remains huddled in the stall for a while, until he grows wary that a guard may punish him for such a thing. reluctantly, he leaves the bathroom, eyes frantically wandering the sleeping quarters for a safe place to spend the night.

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minsu’s heart thrums loudly, enough to leave him dizzied. trembling hands rise to his ears in an effort to drown the noise out, and he pushes his weight firmer against the stall door, trying his best to assure it doesn’t budge when it’s inevitably approached. nothing has ever felt heavier than the red ‘x’ plastered upon his chest, and nothing has ever seemed more fightening than what might be done to him as a result of it.

[minnsuu]

minsu continues to shift and fidget, anxious to find something to do with his hands and unable to locate the loose thread he’d been earlier fixated on. instead, he begins to drum his fingers against the ground quietly. he nods, occasionally looking up to watch her before he grows too flustered at the closeness between them and looks down to the ground once more, unable to shake the weight of the lump stubbornly stuck in his throat. he thinks about telling her that there’s no such thing as ‘home’, not for him at least. “um — m-maybe the library i went to when i was a kid. it was really quiet. i spent a lot of time in there…”

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minsu’s attention remains fixed on his lap, where he absentmindedly tugs at a loose thread of fabric upon the green tracksuit each player had been dressed into, a thought that sends a pitiful shiver along the length of his spine. he avoids looking to the woman entirely, her presence heavy and intimidating. he isn’t sure where the remainder of their supposed group has gone, leaving only the two of them sat by the bunks. softly, minsu swallows. “you don’t… really want me to call you noona, right?”

[minnsuu]

it’s distressingly likely that namgyu might not believe minsu’s frantic, stuttered apology, and that the anger within his dark eyes might not fade. what then? will he invite himself into the stall and hurt him? kill him, even? he wishes he could retreat anywhere else; wishes that the world beneath him would swallow him up and take him far away from the man above him. he blinks. how many times have they promised ‘one more game’ now? who says come the next round of voting, they won’t go through this same ordeal again? he doesn’t voice the concern, though, only nodding quickly. “right — whatever you want.”

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minsu’s heart thrums loudly, enough to leave him dizzied. trembling hands rise to his ears in an effort to drown the noise out, and he pushes his weight firmer against the stall door, trying his best to assure it doesn’t budge when it’s inevitably approached. nothing has ever felt heavier than the red ‘x’ plastered upon his chest, and nothing has ever seemed more fightening than what might be done to him as a result of it.

[minnsuu]

“a cat…?” minsu repeats, trying to gauge whether thanos considers the resemblance something positive or negative. he tugs at his sleeves absentmindedly, deciding not to point out that he’s very much not nervous over nothing, but the significant potential of his own death. immediately, he knows he should decline, but he finds himself vaguely curious. “what… what does the pill do?”

starter for @minnsuu !!

thanos sat, legs swinging off the side of the uncomfortable bed he’d been assigned. he looked around the large dormitory, scanning for anyone familiar. his eyes met those of player 125, minsu. he smiled at him before gesturing for him to come over.

[minnsuu]

minsu nods, a faint flush dancing across his cheeks as he continues to fidget with the loose thread. he can’t decide what’s more terrifying about the group he’s found himself within; the two drugged men who have proved themself more than capable of killing those who refuse to follow them, or the gorgeous woman ahead of him who manages to make him a thousand times more anxious than he already is. he looks toward the ground, again swallowing nervously. “oh, um…” minsu hesitates a moment, shifting where he sits. “s-sure. that would be nice…”

closed starter for @380semi

minsu’s attention remains fixed on his lap, where he absentmindedly tugs at a loose thread of fabric upon the green tracksuit each player had been dressed into, a thought that sends a pitiful shiver along the length of his spine. he avoids looking to the woman entirely, her presence heavy and intimidating. he isn’t sure where the remainder of their supposed group has gone, leaving only the two of them sat by the bunks. softly, minsu swallows. “you don’t… really want me to call you noona, right?”

[minnsuu]

he’d tossed and turned over the decision, battled with his mind for hours on end, but ultimately, the hope that they might just get out had influenced his decision, drawn him to the particular button. now, with the votes finalised and the decision clear, — one more game, they had said — minsu feels the weight of his choice like a heaviness sat upon his chest. his breathing is uneven and every set of passing footsteps makes him flinch.

maybe namgyu won’t come after him. maybe he’s forgotten. maybe he’s too wrapped up in those drugs to care. minsu has finally begun to ease up when movement from the next stall startles him, and a moment later, namgyu appears above the stall wall. minsu shifts, cowering towards the corner furthest from the other. he swallows harshly, struggling to find words. “i’m — i’m sorry,” is ultimately what leaves him. “i wasn’t thinking.”

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minsu’s heart thrums loudly, enough to leave him dizzied. trembling hands rise to his ears in an effort to drown the noise out, and he pushes his weight firmer against the stall door, trying his best to assure it doesn’t budge when it’s inevitably approached. nothing has ever felt heavier than the red ‘x’ plastered upon his chest, and nothing has ever seemed more fightening than what might be done to him as a result of it.

[minnsuu]

beneath sleeves that he’s tugged over his hands, minsu’s fingers tremble. ever since waking up in this place, he feels as if he’s always shaking. always on edge. wide eyes resemble a deer in headlights when he looks up to find thanos staring at him, and his heart skips a beat, thrumming awkwardly against his chest. he swallows, hesitating a moment before he shifts off his bunk and approaches him.

starter for @minnsuu !!

thanos sat, legs swinging off the side of the uncomfortable bed he’d been assigned. he looked around the large dormitory, scanning for anyone familiar. his eyes met those of player 125, minsu. he smiled at him before gesturing for him to come over.

[minnsuu]

welcome! this is a squid game rp blog dedicated to an oc, atlas / 047. all interactions are welcome!

carrd wip, so here’s some simple info on atlas: twenty two years old, chinese, homeless, orphan, skateboarder, noncommital, criminal. very troubled. atlas can be written as a player or guard, so please specify if you have a preference for which verse!

mun info: any pronouns, twenty three, other blogs @kimjunhees & @minnsuu. minors dni.