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rp / ask blog for squid game’s player 125 / park minsu.
minors do not interact. admin is an adult (23).
minsu is bisexual with a male lean. sfw and nsfw welcome, but minsu is strictly submissive!
other blog: @kimjunhees ♡
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rp / ask blog for squid game’s player 125 / park minsu.
minors do not interact. admin is an adult (23).
minsu is bisexual with a male lean. sfw and nsfw welcome, but minsu is strictly submissive!
other blog: @kimjunhees ♡
closed starter for @380semi
minsu’s attention remains fixed on his lap, where he absentmindedly tugs at a loose thread of fabric upon the green tracksuit each player had been dressed into, a thought that sends a pitiful shiver along the length of his spine. he avoids looking to the woman entirely, her presence heavy and intimidating. he isn’t sure where the remainder of their supposed group has gone, leaving only the two of them sat by the bunks. softly, minsu swallows. “you don’t… really want me to call you noona, right?”
Alternatively, send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible! Please specify the muse for multimuses!
INJURIES + AID.
a collection of prompts in which sender comes to receiver for help with an injury, focusing on trust, vulnerability, and a little bit of embarrassment! various situations included, cw for injuries, implied self harm, and nsfw content!
add +reverse as needed, or specify extra details! in no particular order:
closed starter for @hwangjunh0
minsu thumbs through the wad of cash, mentally calculating it’s total. his breath lingers in the midst of his throat anxiously as he nears the end of the small stack, still yet to meet the amount he needs. murmuring a soft curse beneath his breath, he hurriedly pockets the cash, ducking around passing people that chatter amongst themselves, before losing himself in his thoughts and promptly colliding with another male. “s-sorry…” he mutters timidly.
open starter for minsu! open to any canon or oc ♡
trembling fingers struggle to grasp the cap of the plastic bottle of water, a soft breath tumbling from the male’s lips. ultimately, minsu gives up, quietly placing the unopened bottle aside. his food, untouched, stares back at him upon the small tray, the sight alone enough to make his stomach flip with discomfort. instead, he looks around the sleeping quarters, taking in the groups of players already beginning to form following the first game, furthering the anxiety swelling in the pit of his chest. how slim are his chances of anyone wanting to team up with someone as weak as himself?