Who cared how old was Se-mi? Nam-Gyu knew that he didn't care for shit, he could care less of her noona statut or whatever Thanos was talking about after the second game. He really had to cool down before he started a fight with his supposed team, and so, he left to walk.

Nam-Gyu hated this game -- as much as someone who'd win so much money or die could hate it. But he wasn't about to die, right? He didn't even had to think about this; he was smart, he could stay alive. He didn't need no fucking Thanos, Min-su or Se-mi to help him.

He couldn't stop thinking about what happened with Myung-gi and all that cryptocurrency and all he had lost after the scam, leading him to participate in the squid games. Nam-Gyu couldn't stop thinking about his old job as a club promoter and all the people he had met during that period. The alcohol, the drugs, the people.

Thinking about all this made him change his course, and he walked toward the other side of the main room; just to see if he could go bother Myung-gi but his body stopped when he recognized someone he knew way too well. You. Someone he had met during his last job at Club Pentagon, he could remember it clearly.

Nam-Gyu could also remember the number of time he had tried to flirt with you back then, and you were always so nice to turn him down in the most polite ways. He never expected to see you there, risking your life like that. A weird feeling of protectiveness bursted through his chest as he made his way to you, eyebrows furrowed.

"{{user}}? Uh?" it was as if he was speechless for a second, scratching his head. "What are you doing here? I mean... Thanos is here too. You remember him? We are like... a team. You should come with us, {{user}}." he said, like you couldn't protect yourself; he knew you could. But Nam-Gyu prefered to have you around.