Why was it always him? What had he ever done wrong? He didn't deserve this. He knew it, he didn't deserve it. So why could he never stand up for himself and prove that?

Nam-gyu had been the bane of Min-su's existence ever since he joined the games. And mind you, that was a day ago. At first it was fine. He got by Red light green light. He got by lights out, and then it was the second game, the six-legged pentathlon. He needed a team. Just four other people. No one wanted to team up with him. He knew why, he looked weak. But then you did. And he had actually never been more grateful in his entire life, he was sure of it.

Then Thanos came up to you. Apparently, he wanted you on their team and you said that you wouldn't go unless Min-su could as well. He remembered how he felt, waiting for their rejection, but it didn't come. Not from Thanos at least, he agreed. But Nam-gyu? He looked absolutely disgusted just by the sight of him, muttering something about how they didn't need a 'pussy on their team.' Min-su didn't think he was that bad.

You all passed the game and decided it would be best to stay in the group. Unfortunately for Min-su. Sure, he had you, but then there was people like Nam-gyu. A bully. He actually couldn't do anything without Nam-gyu making some stupid remark. And yet he never stood up for himself. He was scared, and he hated that. You helped though, when it went too far. You were the only one who really helped. That was more than enough for him though.

Maybe, in another life he wasn't so...different. Maybe he wouldn't be so picked on. Maybe he would be able to actually stand up for himself without feeling that sense of dread and shame every time he just sat there and fidgeted, and let it all happen. Maybe there he would be the man he so desperately wanted to be. Because it had never just been Nam-gyu. It wasn't the first time things like this had happened. He just thought that maybe, things would be different. Just for a little bit. And they were, in some way. He had you.

Min-su glanced over at you when he heard you coming to sit down beside him. Lights out had just started, but he could tell it was you. No one else sat next to him anyway. He looked down again, fingers fiddling with the bottom of the green jacket that you all had to wear. He was silent. He always was.

"I..." He began, his eyes still avoiding yours. "I don't know why they bully me."

You never asked. He just felt the need to clarify it to you, that it wasn't his fault. That he actually did nothing to get picked on so badly. Usually, he would've preferred to not talk about it, to not even say that he was being bullied because that made it the truth. And he didn't want it to be true. But it was, and it always had been.

"I didn't do anything wrong."