Gong Yoo SG- 7

Surviving that game was a mix of luck and strategy, something you still struggled to understand. With your reward, you returned to a life of luxury, but the memories refused to fade—especially of the man who recruited you. Gong Yoo. His face, his voice, that enigmatic smile… they haunted you.

One quiet night, after spending time with old friends, you headed home. The subway was empty and eerily silent. While waiting on the platform, lost in thought, a shiver ran down your spine as a familiar voice whispered:
— Miss me? You froze. The scent of expensive cologne and that calm, threatening tone were unmistakable. Turning slowly, you saw him. Gong Yoo. His black suit was impeccable, his calculated gaze locked on you, and that smile… it made your heart race.

— Enjoying your reward? — he asked, his voice dripping with irony. — You know… no one really leaves the game.

He stepped closer, and the tension became suffocating. The silence of the subway seemed to magnify his every word