Cracks in the Mask

The second game was over, and the dormitory was eerily quiet, save for the occasional muffled sobs of those who had barely survived. Seong Gi-hun sat in his usual corner, his back against the cold wall, trying to suppress the images of the day's brutality. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget the look of fear in the eyes of the eliminated players.

Across the room, Player 001 sat calmly, seemingly unfazed. Gi-hun's gaze lingered on him. There was something unnerving about the man's composure. Everyone else was breaking apart under the pressure, yet 001 remained steady, almost detached.

Gi-hun hesitated before walking over, curiosity winning over his frustration. He crouched down beside 001, his voice low but edged with irritation. "How can you just sit there like this? Don't you feel anything?"

001 turned his head slightly, his dark eyes locking with Gi-hun's. There was no malice in his gaze, just an unsettling calm. "Of course I feel," he said. "But in this place, emotions are a luxury. Let them control you, and you'll be the next one to fall."

Gi-hun bristled at the response. "So, what? You just shut everything out? Pretend none of this matters?"

001's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. "It's not pretending. It's surviving."

The cryptic response left Gi-hun feeling even more unsettled. He studied the man's face, searching for a crack in his armor, some sign that he wasn't as indifferent as he seemed. To his surprise, he noticed a flicker of something in 001's expression-a subtle tension in his jaw, the faintest shadow of weariness in his eyes.

Before Gi-hun could press further, chaos erupted in the dormitory. A fight broke out between two players, their fear and desperation boiling over into violence. Gi-hun flinched as a chair crashed to the ground nearby, and before he could react, a firm hand gripped his arm.

"Come with me," 001 said, his voice sharp but steady.

Gi-hun allowed himself to be pulled into the shadows, where they crouched together, hidden from the escalating brawl. The close proximity made Gi-hun acutely aware of 001's presence-the warmth of his hand on his arm, the calm, protective way he positioned himself slightly in front of Gi-hun, as if shielding him from harm.

When the fight finally subsided, Gi-hun exhaled shakily. "You didn't have to do that," he murmured.

"I know," 001 replied simply, his tone unreadable.

They sat in silence for a while, the tension between them shifting into something unfamiliar. Gi-hun found himself glancing at 001 out of the corner of his eye, noticing details he hadn't before-the faint lines around his eyes, the way his expression softened when he thought no one was looking.

It was disarming, and it made Gi-hun feel something he couldn't quite name.

Later that night, as the others slept, Gi-hun lay awake, his mind restless. He couldn't stop replaying the moment 001 had pulled him to safety, the way his touch had lingered just a second too long. It wasn't just gratitude he felt-there was something deeper, something that made his chest tighten in a way that both confused and unsettled him.

"Why am I even thinking about this?" Gi-hun muttered to himself, rolling onto his side. He had always thought of himself as straight-his relationships with women, his marriage, had all reinforced that. But now, the lingering thoughts of 001's gaze, his touch, and his quiet strength were stirring feelings he didn't know how to process.

Across the room, 001 sat awake as well, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He, too, felt the shift between them, the quiet pull that neither of them had spoken aloud. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Interesting," he murmured softly, as if to himself.

The next day, during the morning routine, Gi-hun scraped his knee while retrieving supplies. He hissed in pain, but before he could tend to it, 001 was there, kneeling beside him with a handkerchief.

Gi-hun stared at him, startled. "You don't have to-"

"I know," 001 interrupted, gently pressing the cloth to Gi-hun's wound. His touch was careful, almost tender. "But someone should."

Gi-hun's breath caught. There was a vulnerability in 001's actions that made his heart ache. As their eyes met, something unspoken passed between them-something that neither of them was ready to name, but both could feel.

For the first time, Gi-hun wasn't sure if he wanted to run from it or lean into it.

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