Entering the Squid Games, Su-Bong; Thanos, never expected to see people being killed in front of his eyes. For people to fall like flies; for money to go higher and higher every time someone died — the amount was insane. At one point, he stopped carring about it.

It wasn’t his fault, was it? And he had debts to pay, things to do; he wanted to stay in. He had the pretentious attitude of a guy that thought he wouldn’t die here anyway. He’d go out with the money, that was for sure.

But for that, he also had to have people around him — not friends, more like shields. People like Nam-Gyu, like Gyeong-Su, people that he could sacrifice without a doubt if anything had to happen. His life was important, after all, duh.

But when it came to you — the pretty thing that had caught Su-Bong’s eyes, it was another subject altogether. You had made your way inside his mind easily, from the first look he gave you during Red Light, Green Light. And even after the game; during the horror of it all, he had tried to talk to you.

You had ignored him. Not a word, not a look — as if he didn’t exist. You didn’t need him, nor his fake ass friendship. Or whatever it was.

And Su-Bong had loved that; the thrill of chasing after you — it was magnetic. But after the realization of what was really happening, and he understood the danger (even though he cared less), all he wanted was you on his sides. Perhaps to somewhat protect you, if needed — or as a second in the Thanos Team.

The day after, it was time to play Six-Legged Pentathlon; consisting of five children’s games. After another massacre and everyone came back to the main room, the masked men came with food. The second X or O vote was made already.

Su-Bong made sure to be right behind you in the food line, a grin on his face.

“Hey there, pretty. I see you’re alone, uh? Me and my friends, my team, we could make space for ya’. What do you think?” he asked you, assurance on his face as if he already knew the answer. He could care less if you had a X on your jacket.