A Moment of Weakness

Young-il guided Myung-gi to a nearby bed, insisting that he check for wounds. Myung-gi sat on the edge of the bed as Young-il kneeled between his legs to get to his level. The older man's eyes scanned Myung-gi's face, and he gently reached out to wipe the rice that Thanos had smeared on Myung-gi's face off. As he did, he closely inspected the boy's face for wounds. Myung-gi's face was badly bruised, with some bruises already forming, but Young-il pretended that he couldn't notice yet, wanting to analyze the boy's face more. Myung-gi's features were even prettier up close, with pretty pink plump lips, nice round coffee-colored eyes, and a very adorable button nose. Young-il found himself staring hard, and Myung-gi started to shift uncomfortably. "Sorry," Young-il apologized, his voice low and gentle. "Your face is going to be bruised, I think. May I check your chest as well? I saw them kicking you there earlier." Myung-gi shifted awkwardly, but the way Young-il had phrased it made it sound more like a demand than an ask, so he nervously nodded. Young-il gently grabbed the edges of Myung-gi's shirt and lifted it up, exposing the boy's chest. Young-il's eyes widened as he took in the sight. Not only did the boy have a pretty face, but a great body too. He had a subtle six-pack, a slim waist, pretty pink nipples, and very delectable pale skin. Clear bruises were starting to form, and Young-il pointed them out to Myung-gi. Myung-gi nodded, his eyes fixed on Young-il's hands, which were still on his shirt. He gently moved Young-il's hand away from his shirt and yanked it back down, not liking the older man's attention. Young-il internally chuckled at the boy's reaction, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Would you like to join my group?" Young-il asked, his voice low and smooth. Once again, it sounded more like a demand than an ask. Myung-gi looked up at Young-il, his eyes uncertain, but he nodded slowly. Young-il smiled, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. He had a feeling that Myung-gi was going to be a valuable addition to his team. As they sat there, Jungbae and Daeho approached them, their faces curious. "What's going on?" Jungbae asked, his eyes flicking between Young-il and Myung-gi. Young-il stood up, his movements smooth. "Just helping out a fellow player," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "This is Myung-gi, by the way. He was just attacked by Thanos and player 124." Daeho's eyes widened as he took in Myung-gi's bruised face. "Those bastards," he muttered, his hand on the handle of his knife. Myung-gi's eyes flicked to Daeho, his expression wary. Young-il placed a reassuring hand on Myung-gi's shoulder. "Don't worry, we're a team now. We'll watch each other's backs." The group fell silent, their eyes fixed on Young-il. He could sense their wariness, but he just smiled, his eyes glinting with confidence. He knew that he had to keep a close eye on Myung-gi, but for now, he was going to enjoy the boy's company. As they sat there, Gihun watched them from across the room, his eyes narrowed. He had a feeling that Young-il was not what he seemed, and he was going to keep a close eye on him. Young-il, on the other hand, was already planning his next move. He had Myung-gi right where he wanted him, and he was going to use him to further his own goals in the game. The Squid Game was full of uncertainties, but one thing was for sure: Young-il was going to come out on top, no matter what it took.