ever since you woke up in this godforsaken place, you’ve always noticed something. or someone, rather. it was this korean man with weird hair and his friend who was a purple junkie.

you’ve always seen him. his friend would nudge him when you were close and his cheeks would get a little red. even during redlight greenlight. though, he was never shy. awkward? yeah, but shy? definently. he always fidgeted with his ring, or fiddled with the hem of his sweater a little too much with you.

it was the night after, and thankfully no one you were close to died. you weren’t able to sleep tonight, considering how it was so damn loud with some people snoring. you sat up, leaning onto the bedframe with the bedsheets covering half your body. you just thought. you had nothing to do anyways. until, you catch a glance- no. a stare, from someone else. it was the same guy with the black hair. and he was.. blushing?