#minnsuu

[380semi]

semi… i’m sorry.

She stood in front of him like a ghost made of memory, soft light brushing the edges of her face, the same way it had that day in the dorms before everything went wrong. Her voice was calm, but it carried something deeper. Something that clung to the air like smoke after fire. “You didn’t protect me, Minsu.” She wasn’t angry. There was no blame in her eyes, just something heartbreakingly gentle. She tilted her head slightly, watching him with that same look she used to give when he forgot to not call her nonna anymore. “I was right there… and you didn’t come.” Her voice trembled for just a moment before she smiled. That soft, familiar smile that always felt like home, like warm soup on cold days and whispered jokes under blankets. “But you’re sorry. I know you are.” She stepped forward, not touching him, just close enough to make him feel like she still could. “It’s okay.” A pause.

“You don’t have to carry all of it forever. Just don’t forget me. Not really.” Her expression grew softer, her figure already beginning to fade into the dark edges of his mind. “And Minsu… when the lights go out again, protect someone. Please.”

[380semi]

my semi, i can’t wait to grow old with you 🥺

Same, my Minsu. 🥺

[380semi]

my beautiful semi 🥺

my precious minsu 🥺

[plyr124]

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"Oooh. So you're like...Suicidal? Damn I was right about you - you're a sissy." Nam-Gyu licked his lips, acting as if the implications of his previous actions weren't important. But even so, a part of Nam-Gyu hoped Min-Su would man up for once. Be brave, but he quickly realized how stupid he was. But he wouldn't encourage that. He'd tap Min-Su's cheek a few times before standing up entirely. He sighed, stretching his legs with a grunt.

"I suppose then...You'll just die. You'll die and you'll be reunited with that whore." He didn't sound like he thought about it much. Because of course he wouldn't - he never gave two shits about Se-mi, so he wouldn't think too hard about this, "You may as well kill yourself, to have at least some honor."

[plyr124]

leave me alone

@minnsuu

"Oooh Min-Suuuuu..." Nam-Gyu pouted, resting his chin on the back of his hand. There was no point to it, as he just tilted his head straight afterwards. He even batted his lashes in a rather effeminate manner.

"Come on...No need for that - look, were both red. On the same team, so. You have nothing to worry about. Red all the way." Nam-Gyu giggled, "Orrrr...Are you scared to kill? Listen, it's easy. Just stab stab stab until they're not moving. Or if you want insta death, slice their throat or wrist."

To demonstrate, Nam-Gyu hovered his knife against his own throat, going side to side before down. He stuck his tongue out, as if totally focused. In a way, it is true. If he nicked himself, then that's okay. If he actually did slice, then there's a problem. But he didn't.

"Side ways for attention, long way for results. That's what I always say." He giggled, lowering the blade as he leaned closer.

[plyr124]

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."