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" Greetings, readers, it is I once again. Now, first of all, a quick word that I might be able to tell(post) any new entry for a little while as I have other matters to attend to, like school and artworks I needed to finish. This, although, doesn't mean I'll be on hiatus, no. I could still answer suggestions, asks, and messages sent to me. "

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Dog

Recruiter / Salesman X GN!Reader

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》 Summary: Where instead of meeting Gi-hun as expected, you got to him first in the motel, and now, you are the one playing his game. Though, you have your own cards up your sleeves. In which, instead of dying in his own game, you decided to change how the ending of his supposed life goes from this point and onwards. |

》 Warnings: SPOILERS TO SQUID GAME SEASON 2 EPISODE 1, Use of weaponry(guns), Russian roulette, large change of story, possible OOC, Implied Master/pet, degradation(questionable, reader tells recruiter same lines gihun did originally), Reader is observant of their surroundings, Implications of stalking. |

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You panted as you approach the pink motel, immediately taking notice of the light signage above emanating a pink hue. He's here, you thought as your phone ran with Gi-hun name written on the screen.

"He's here..." Is all you said as you slowly entered the motel, all you can here from your phone was Gi-hun saying okay and the sound what seemed to be him speeding up his car before the call was ended.

For context, three years ago, you were also one of the people who was recruited to be in the games. But unlike the rests and Gi-hun, you didn't took the over and discarded the card somewhere in your bag, completely forgetting about it until you met Gi-hun who's in seemingly stress trying to find a so-called salesman recruiting people to these games. The two of you knew each other due to relations with Gi-hun's former wife and kid, but also for helping him out at times like his friend does.

It was when he asked you to help him find this salesman once again, showing you the very same old card that he got before that reminded you of your own, trashed somewhere in your same old bag, in which you found again.

The look in Gi-hun's face when he realized you just dodged the very same bullet he and other players' hadn't, a look of utter shock and surprise that was soon changed as he realized he now could have an ally because you, too, was almost recruited.

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Slowly, you opened the door to the room Gi-hun works around, his room, and was greeted by the very same recruiter you gave you the card those years ago. The man turned around to meet not Gi-hun but you. Your eyes didn't fail to noticed the slight widen of his eyes before quickly covering it under his facade.

"You two have been busy... Look at all of this," he whistled, smiling as he pointed the gun around the map Gi-hun had on the wall, several stations crossed out and marked. "... Real busy, thanks to you..." You muttered back, standing tall as if he and his gun doesn't phase you one bit.

As he wandered around the room, smiling all throughout, you remained silent, as if eyeing him down like prey before he sat down on the chair pushed onto the wall. In this room, the atmosphere between the two of you, between who is prey and who is predator, is in a blender of a mix.

"You know... We should be thankful for you... Or my friend, Gi-hun, wanted to thank you," you started, swinging your head back as you sat down as well, chair opposing to his, the only gap between the two of you is the small round table.

The man raised an eyebrow to this, "Yeah? For what?" He asked, leaning back on the chair he sat, a faint smugness on his face.

You can almost curse out loud at the small and silent actions he could pull at you.

Answering his question, you just shrugged, "Can't tell, not my tale to tell..." you answered, to which, he returned with another smile.

"All I did was extend the invitation. I'm just a delivery man," he said, to which you responded quickly, "And to which, my friend wishes to know who hired you to do this... He wants a little chat," you replied, leaning over as you glared at the man.

"Tell me what he wish to know or tell to them, I'll gladly share it with them" he replied, earning a no from you, "No, we're not doing that...." you said as you shook your head. "Well, even if I or he told you, an underling like yourself wouldn't understand it," you added, leaning back with a grin on your face.

He lightly chuckled, but there was an underlying sense of irritation in his voice. "How did you think I got to where I am?" He asked me, tilting his head as he looked at you dead in the eyes.

"I don't really give a fuck on how you become their damn lapdop," but one hell of a fine lapdog, you thought to yourself after you commented on his question, "And you know damn well, what we, no, he wants is your master," you added, pointing at the man.

He then hummed at this, bringing the gun he held back up, "Do you think your special just because you rejected playing and befriended the latest winner?" He asked, tsking as he takes in the loaded gun and checked its cylinder.

You didn't answer his question, of course, as the two of you had different views yet a similar understanding answer.

The gun clicked, its cylinder going back in as he pointed it at you. "Why don't we play a game?" He asked you, pulling the trigger only to came out empty.

You now knew what he wishes to play.

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He smiled, he didn't get through you as you pulled the trigger towards your head.

Russian Roulette, a known yet dangerous game that revolves around gambling your life in the cylinder of the held gun.

You went first as the gun pointed at you when the man spun the weapon. You pulled the trigger, of course. Then, you both took turns pulling the trigger.

It was when something shifted in you when the man leaned forward during his turn, taking the gun and placing its barrel in his mouth. He looked at you straight in the eyes before pulling the trigger. Emtpy as he smiled with the gun barrel still in his mouth.

Despite denying, that action made you feel something, and you know damn well it isn't appropriate.

And now, at the final round, where the last two rounds would decipher who would die or live, rather than the expecting burst of anger to point the gun at him instead, forcing it to be his turn and yours next, you pulled the trigger at yourself, ignoring the underlying attempt to get your anger get the better of you. Yet that didn't happen as you tossed the gun back to him, the weaponry sliding across the table before stopping right in front of him as he slowly took the gun. And once again, you didn't fail to notice the slight shift in his eyes, the way they moved as he realized that he lost in his own game.

"What's wrong? Mind beginning to race?" you asked him, throwing his own words back at him.

"You really think I'm that easy to get, you must've thought I was a coward when I didn't participate the games, did you?" You started, mocking him as you leaned away, gaze eyeing him down like prey.

"... But the thing is... I listened to my gut, and my damn gut told me to leave it be, do not participate... And so I fucking didn't," you sneered, pointing and tapping your fingers at the table seperating the two of you.

"And you know what my gut tells me right now?" You asked, tilting your head. It was as if the way he acted transferred to you, and how you once was transferred to him. "My damn gut tells me how much of a damn fucking dog you are to them... You put your little mask on, and do whatever damn those masters tells you to... As. Their. Damn. Dog."

You stopped for a moment, taking in the unknown and unfamiliar emotion weitted across his features. One that you may tell as defeat, shame, and fear, not of you, but of death.

"And another thing my gut tells me..." you started again. Although, this time around, things are slightly different.

"Is that you're fucking in love..." you said, taking in the way his eyes twitched in shock, stopping himself to look surprised to no avail. "Don't even try to hide it, I've seen you and your dirty games behind my back," you started again.

Ever since that meeting at the station, you couldn't help but feel like someone is often watching you, yet you never tried to show that you're aware. But in the corner of your peripheral vision, he was there. No matter where or when, he would be there, watching you, whether it was from the sidelines, in cafes or stores, or in bolder times, passing by you.

You grew to notice him even more up to this point where in the past months, his seemingly stalking presence had been absent. This which somehow weirded you out.

And now, you knew why.

"I've seen you, until these months, where I've now known that you've been recruiting others again..." you said, shaking your head.

You spoke your words while he stared at you, a visible awestruck in his face. He didn't realised you were onto him this whole time, and he thought you were fairly easy to stalk around. Oh how wrong he was about you.

Noticing his face, you smirked, "So... Admit it, you love me, ever fucking since that meeting at the station," you said. And there, he smirked, you won and he lost in his own game.

Then, he finally spoke.

"I love you,"

Then, he quickly pointed the gun at his chin, a loud shot echoed in the building. Yet there was no blood. Now, you held him by the wrist, the same one that held the gun, with the item now pointing away from his chin and now at the ceiling. He was quick, but you could be as well.

A look of shock was evidently written all over his face as there you were, basically saving his life from the meant punishment of his game.

"Now, let's not go there... I have other things to do for you, dog..." You laced out a seemingly fitting nickname for him as you yet to know his actual name. You slowly removed the gun off his hand as you slide your own in his, intertwining the fingers as he somehow subconsciously does as well. Meanwhile, your other hand hovers over his face, fingertips lingering over the skin of his cheek and jawline before you leaned forward. With this, you whispered.

"Let's start over, shall we?"

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"Are you sure you don't want to go also?" Gi-hun asked as he and some group of guys went into vans to execute Gi-hun's plan.

You shook your head at his question, "This is your plan and goal, not mine... I'm not the one who participated anyway," you answered, silently giving indication that I already have gotten what I went for in the first place.

Gi-hun nodded to this, patting my shoulder before entering the car and drove off, followed by the two vans which had the groups of men.

You watched as the vehicles drove away before entering the motel again, to which, Gi-hun gave you the building for the time being of their plan. You were fine about this of course, now that you have the wanted man with you now.

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Head resting in your chest, the man remained in spiral. He was suppose to be dead, yet here he was, alive just because of you and the mutual feeling you both feel for each other.

"Still in thought?" You muttered, one hand on his back and the other on his hair.

He just hummed and nodded in return, earning a scoff from you, "What? Afraid shit like this with me would go on only for you to be killed by them?" You asked him, earning a shrug from his shoulders.

Despite only a day, if not mere hours, after that game, the man easily melted under you, not the facade he wore like before, no, this was somehow a raw version of himself.

"Got a tracker in you or something? We can easily remove it," you added, gaze up at the ceiling as you do so. He hummed to your words, feeling him fiddle over the hem of your shirt.

After which, both of you just decided to stay in and sleep, forgetting everything surrounding the two of you and worrying about them tomorrow.

For now, you wish to just spend the time with this loose screws of a man for now.

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》 Archiver's Notes: For any reader who is wondering, yes, this entry is slightly inspired by another writer. Though I can't tell who it was as I didn't manage to check the username, this is inspired by theirs. Feel free to tell their username or the entry(fanfic) name.

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OMG PLS DO GI HUN X READER X IN HO

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" Greetings, It is I again, Archivial. Now, this request may be a bit farfetched as I have only a few entries posted. But your archiver is a bit tight on finances... "

" I can tell you, dear readers, know where this is going... My request is whether or not if it is alright for me to start a tipping space? Although it will be far different from other people I've seen in this media... "

" Roughly, I only have Gcash in modes of payment... Yes, this archiver is a filipino, but I will open a form for everyone who's willing to do so, so whether it is just a tip or you also wish to request an entry idea... "

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" Greetings, It is I again, Archivial. Now, this request may be a bit farfetched as I have only a few entries posted. But your archiver is a bit tight on finances... "

" I can tell you, dear readers, know where this is going... My request is whether or not if it is alright for me to start a tipping space? Although it will be far different from other people I've seen in this media... "

" Roughly, I only have Gcash in modes of payment... Yes, this archiver is a filipino, but I will open a form for everyone who's willing to do so, so whether it is just a tip or you also wish to request an entry idea... "

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Something Else Entirely

Thanos / Choi Su-Bong X Nonchalant!Cold!Reader

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》 Summary: Where, somehow, Thanos kept choosing you over his others without hesitation more often in the 3rd game, which led to confusion and feelings to be said. |

》 Warnings: SPOILERS TO EPISODE 5 / GAME 2 AND 3, Change of story(Both during possibly after the entry), Reader is player '457', Thanos chose to recruit you instead of Se-mi and Min-su in the 2nd game, Blood, Violence, Mentions of Drug Use, Spilled Confession(He screamed it out), Shouting, Swearing, slight not-so nsfw(PDA), Reader chose 'x' twice. |

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The next day in this damned place seemed to have passed by quickly as you and other players were now being transferred and walked towards the second game. Of course, this meant yesterday's voting system ended with continuing to the second game.

You knew everyone here had decided to play the games due to their debts, but unlike them, you didn't have that much debt in you to surpass the millions like the, but you dislike the thought of spending your hard-earned money on debts you barely even recall now. So the rounded-up cash after the first round was closely enough for you, making you choose to leave the games immediately.

But, of course, that didn't happen as you all entered a new room you deciphered as where the 2nd game would occur.

As the doors you all entered from closed, the first instruction was announced. To find a team in groups of 5.

Being the unphased person you are, you just waited for someone to ask you if you can join their team. As everyone scrambled to find people to join them, you walked around the area, awaiting for someone to ask you to join them.

Of course, that happened as someone shouted your number.

"457!" A voice called out from behind. You turned to see player 230, giving you a wave. You raised an eyebrow and asked, "Want me to join you guys?" You said, turning your full body torwards them.

Player 230 nodded with a big smile, clearly ignoring the 'x' patch on your jacket. "Sure is, do you know who I am?" He replied, pointing at himself as he asked the question. You raised your eyebrow again at this, "The infamous rapper, Thanos?" You answered, earning a thumbs up from Thanos and his two friends before freestyle rapping who he was.

After that, he asked for your name, in which you gave him a nickname instead, not wanting to give out anything that much yet. He then patted my shoulder and winked at me. "Don't worry, baby. I'll protect you," he said, giving me a finger heart. I just scoffed at his action, turning away as I noticed there were only four members. But soon after that, one of Thanos' friends found another player to join.

The announcer later spoke, telling everyone about the 2nd game's mechanic, the six-legged pentathlon. The mini-games given were said out, and you looked over to your teammates as they listened before settling on who would play which game. Luckily for them, you played gonggi in the past, so that game is yours to play once your team is up.

"Okay, you good with gonggi?" Player 124, which you now know as Nam-gyu, asked, earning a nod from you. They then started picking out their own games to choose and play later.

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"Goddammit, a lot of people survived," Nam-gyu groaned as we noticed another batch of players enter the room again. All five of you finished the 2nd game, now waiting for every player to either lose or win.

You hummed in return as the thought last group entered the dormitory. You leaned back into the bunk's metal stands, deep in thought. However, it was soon diminished by Thanos slinging an arm across your shoulders.

He said your nickname and praised you for your game earlier, "You did amazing there!" Thanos exclaimed before imitating how you did in the 2nd game.

Soon, the 2nd game came to an end as the pink guards entered the room once more to announce the new amount.

You looked up at the piggy bank in the ceiling before darting back onto the screen above the pink guards, the price of money doubling its amount. To you, it was far more than enough for you.

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"457, just one more round, 'kay?" Nam-gyu said, shaking you by your shoulders as he spoke. He took notice of the red patch, but you pushed him off, your mind had already decided from the start.

Thanos, of course, noticed this and stood between you and Nam-gyu, earning a confused look from Nam-gyu, but deciding on shrugging it off as Thanos being high on his ass again.

But little by little, you've noticed how close Thanos was to you, even back at the 2nd game, he sat close to you, and even during the games, he attempted to have a hand on you from behind.

You, at first, thought of it as him on his drugs, but soon, you started thinking otherwise. And those thoughts continued further as he seemingly blocked you off from Nam-gyu's persuasions despite wanting the same thing.

The voting commenced with player 001 being the first to vote, who chose 'x' this time around. Other players were soon called one-by-one.

As it continues around the halfway mark, player 001 suddenly disrupts the players, causing a scene throughout players that inevitably pushes players to play one more round, adding things like the games are for kids and it's that easy.

You just groaned at this scene, knowing well it will not end well for those who chose 'x'.

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"... Shit..." you cursed out as you pressed 'x' with the voting barely reaching the 'o', making the games continue once again.

Of course, those who chose 'o' cheered in joy, including Nam-gyu. Meanwhile, Thanos slightly frowned, you still chose to choose to leave the game already. Knowing his gaze as well as Nam-gyu's, you decide to instead join those who also chose 'x'.

Meanwhile, on Thanos' side, Nam-gyu cursed at you as they watched you enter the bunks of the 'x's.

"... That bitch," Nam-gyu said, somehow earning a back slap from Thanos, "Oi, don't talk to them like that..." Thanos replied to him, yet still slightly upset how you didn't choose the same as them. Nam-gyu gave another look of confusion towards Thanos, he thinks he was acting a lot stranger than before, even if the excuse or reason was the drugs, it was still a little too out of character of him to act this way towards another player.

As you all do your things, the announcer sounds in to say night's out in half an hour, cue players to go, or find a relatively good bed in the bunks to sleep in.

You found a relatively good one in the middle, not too close to the middle but not too close to the walls as well as it was right next to one of the staircases in the bunks.

Soon, the lights started to dim, with players starting to cosy up under the covers of their bunks. You, as well, cosy up under the covers and sleep, escaping the world for a little while.

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Later on, you stirred for a moment as you hear footsteps towards you. You were close to the stairs, so that's that, but you couldn't help but feel like the person was coming towards you.

And then, you heard someone call your nickname, "Oi, baby, you awake?" You recognised the voice as Thanos. You groaned at him in return, "I am now, thank you very much," You retorted as you turned away from him, "Leave me alone, I know you wanted something because I chose 'x'..." You added, noticing how he always screamed for 'o' in the votes.

He scoffed at that, if only you could see the smitten look on his face as he shook his head, "Not about that, but why did you leave our group, huh?" He asked, lightly shaking your shoulder, you groaned again and yanked his hand off.

"Really? An 'x' with four 'o's, you fucking high right now? And get back to you bunk, they might notice and eliminate your drugged ass," you retorted, slightly turning towards him before you noticed him moving towards the bed above yours and looking back at you, "There, better?" He asked, elbows propping him up as he placed his head on his palms. He was lucky with the darkness hiding the smitten look on him.

You scoffed at him before attempting to go back to sleep.

As you do so, Thanos kept looking at you. Sure, he may be getting questions from his friends the next day, but did he care? Something about you kept pulling him back to you, not like what he felt towards the dead 196. No, it was entirely different. Like the drugs he took, something he can't fully get away from, but unlike the drugs, it was something he would be unable to let go of.

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The next day came by, and you awoke to see Thanos who actually slept on the bunk above yours. Damn, you thought to yourself, thinking whether this man has something towards you or he'd just like this towards new friends.

The time went by, and now you and the rest are being walked to the 3rd game with Thanos, of course, tailing behind you. Again, you were weirded out by this as his friends were somewhere else in the lines.

As you all entered the new place, a large area with 50 rooms surrounding it with a higher platform in the middle.

The 3rd game is about to begin.

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"Going to leave us again, boss?" Nam-gyu called out to Thanos, approaching the purple-haired man. Two rounds in, Nam-gyu took notice of how Thanos' first instinct after each round was to find you as you always try and find other groups than theirs.

Thanos ignored Nam-gyu and continued to look for you. Then he did. He immediately bearhugged you and ruffled your hair.

He cheered your name, saying how glad he was that you're alive like him. You replied his actions by a pat of the back, continuing to be weirded out by the noticable difference in dynamics between how he acts around you and his friends.

Soon, the carousel started to slowly spin again, along with the same music to sang out.

"3!" The announcer said. The player then started to find players to complete the said amount. You immediately got into one and ran towards one of the rooms, not noticing Thanos calling for you. With that, Thanos kicked one of his friends out before screaming towards one of the rooms.

The half a minute timer came to an end, followed by rounds of shots and screams of those who didn't manage to get into a room.

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"Fucking hell..." You cursed out, after another round, the players remained decreased as the 6th round of the game commenced, the platform below spinned slowly.

You were already exhausted from all the adrenaline and running from the previous rounds and games. You hoped this was the final round.

Meanwhile, Thanos kept a close eye on you, blatantly ignoring Nam-gyu once more, not wanting to hear another avertion coming from his friend. Of course, he noticed your exhaustion, and deep down is concerned. Even under all those drugs, he had a concern for you.

"2!" The announcer said, earning you mentally cursing at it. 50 rooms and over 100 players. If you won't die due to not being able to find a partner, then you might as well be eliminated for the inability to secure a room.

About to give out, you felt someone tug on you by the wrist and pull you out of the platform, followed by Nam-gyu's voice screaming out for Thanos. You looked to see the man, Thanos, holding your wrist as you both ran towards the rooms.

"The fuck- Hey!" You called out, but it was unheard as other players ran to get into their own rooms.

"What the fuck-!?" You cursed out, trying to free your wrist as you both entered one of the rooms. He finally lets go of you, "The hell is really wrong with you?!" You cursed out, "You've acting weird this entire time. The hell are you on 'cause that's not drugs," you added, extremely confused and weirded out by his actions. He remained silent. Only the sounds of players outside could be heard.

He mustered something but you couldn't quite hear it, "What was that?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, I said what-" "Because I love you for fuck's sake!" Thanos let out, grabbing your shoulders and shaking, "God, every since! Just... Something in you are different, and it makes me insane!" He said.

Like the drugs he took, something he can't fully get away from, but unlike the drugs, it was something he would be unable to let go of.

You stared at him in slight shock, "What...?" You asked, wondering if you heard that right.

"Dammit, I fucking love you, alright? You're fucking intoxicating," he replied, lowering his head as if ashamed of the words that spilled his mouth.

Finally understanding his words, you tapped his cheek, making him look back at you before giving a small smile at him.

Forgetting the world around us, the door unlocked as the game finished. Slightly relieved at this, you looked back at Thanos before giving him a peck on the lips, ignoring the slight tang of iron from the blood that splattered on his face from previous games.

You exited the room after that, leaving the jaw-dropped man in the room as you attempted to blend back in the remaining players.

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As your entered the dormitory once again, you felt someone tackle you once more, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close.

"You shouldn't have left me like that, baby!" He whined, pulling you towards his original place in the bunks on the other side. You slightly felt a bit out of place considering your patch and the players surrounding you, but Thanos soon pushed those feelings away as he proudly exclaimed you at his friends, earning glances at Nam-gyu that speaks "So that's why he was acting like that," before nodding.

Soon, another voting would commence, but now getting close to Thanos, you wondered if you could continue this without him dying because of another game.

Now you have another reason to leave the games entirely.

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》 Archiver's Notes: As the winner of the voting log with no more than 2% more than another option, a continuation entry is done for the chaotic purple-haired man, Thanos.

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can u write about game 3 with thanos

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This voting entry will decipher my next entry as your dear Archiver is a bit clustered in their heads trying to choose the next entry. Please do not ask about the 3rd and 4th options, your Archiver had been... Interested in those characters, but for the last one, I have been working on something before but paused due to other things.

But anyway, I'll you readers in a day or so to see the voting log. Good day...

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Thanos / Choi Su-Bong X M/GN!Reader

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》 Summary: Instead of dying to a damn utensil, you were there to save his ass just when things were about to take a turn for the worse on his behalf. |

》 Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 6 SEASON 2, Swearing(On the archiver's behalf), Archiver(writer) speaks in between scenes through parentheses, OOC, Blood, Violence, murder/killing, Change of Storyline, Aversion of Story, Mention of Drug Use, MxM but can also be seen as MxGN it's just that reader can go to the men's bathroom, Reader's choice in the voting is unspecified but leans more in the 'X'. |

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As the 3rd game came to a close, all 100 remaining players came into a voting of 50 by 50, making it a tie. It was then told how another voting were to occur the next day, giving the players time to choose their options once more.

As things died down between groups, you were peacefully doing your own thing in the restroom until you suddenly heard a commotion outside the stalls, followed by another voice that you recognized all the while ago.

During your time throughout the 3 games, one particular man stood out, Su-bong, aka the rapper Thanos. Although you've heard of the man before the games, you weren't particularly a fan of him to the point you would clutter him like the others during the start of the 1st game. Despite that, you couldn't help but feel something towards the chaotic and high man.

Going outside your stall, you were greeted to the men split into two groups, one siding the ones who chose 'O' last voting and the other group being the ones who chose 'X'. One of the players in the 'X' went in front of the scared man who was you concluded as the man Thanos was after. Yet it seemed to worsen the situation as the player, numbered 333, was the infamous MG coin, the same man who 'milked'(Archiver doesn't know if this is the right word, but I'm rolling with it) his fans of their money for a crypto coin.

Soon, a fight broke loose within the restroom, and none of the guards came in to stop them. The guy originally Thanos was after had already run off, while Thanos was currently choking player 333.

Not knowing what to do or which side to go or help, you ended up knocking and punching a few who tried swinging their fists at you. You just decided to help the person, to you, you knew the most, and that is Thanos.

As Thanos choked out player 333(Myung-gi, but screw it, he'll become irrelevant in this entry anyways), you noticed the player holding something in his hand. You soon noticed it as a fork, 'Shit,' you thought to yourself. Forks are sharp enough to pierce skin with the right pressure. You immediately screamed towards Thanos, tackling and pushing him off the man.

Thanos looked at you confused and irritated, "What the fuck, man?-" He cursed, you took a deep breath, trying to gauge your perspective at him, "He has a fo-" you were about to say until you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder blade. Turning around, you met the same player lodging the same damn fork in your shoulder. You groaned as he pulled the fork out, wanting to aim at another area in your body.

"Why are you helping him?!" The player screamed, about to plunge the fork again.

About to expect the worst, someone behind him pulled him back and started to punch him again and again. It was Thanos' friend, you presumed as you've recognised the man often beside the purple-haired.

Taking a deep breath, completely forgetting the pain in your shoulder for a moment before exhaling heavily. That's when you heard a voice admists the chaos.

"Hey, hey!" Thanos called out, not knowing what to do other than check the wound. "Tsk, dammit!" He cursed before roughly pulling you up and into one of the closest stalls to the two of you. Locking the stall behind him, he made you sit down on the toilet.

Trying to ignore the pain, you spoke out, "You should've ran out," I wheezed out, taking my jacket off before ripping a piece of my shirt to use as a bandage from the wound. Wrapping the cloth around your shoulder, you noticed that he's just standing right there, not doing anything with his head down at the floor. Not knowing what's on his mind, I continued to wrap the item around.

It was until you had to tie the cloth together to prevent it from coming loose, but with your shaking hands and inability to move area from your shoulder to your arm. Wincing, you still attempted until you felt another pair of hands grabbing over the cloth and tying it for you. You looked up to see Thanos tying the cloth for you, an uncharacteristically focused look on his face, but you couldn't help but gaze at him even further.

At this time, as Thanos finished tying the cloth secure, the fight outside the stall had quieted down. The purple-haired man peeked out to see four players dead, with the others being led out by the pink guards, followed by the announcer announcing the player number of each person who died.

Coming out along with the rest, Thanos kept behind me before muttering a 'Thanks, man', I nodded and continued walking until we reached the dormitory.

Thanos came back to his friend after such a situation, and you went into your original bed location until you heard someone scream your player number.

"Hey, ■■■!(You guys choose your number)" Thanos called out, waving his hand up as he looked over to you. He hopped and waved his hand, gesturing you to come over, and you not knowing what to do anymore, you decided and fuck it, join them.

As you approached them, Thanos hopped and swung his arm on you, but you quickly noticed how he was careful about his action and considering your wound.

"Welcome, my friend!" Thanos welcomed you to his friend, "This guy right here, they saved my damn life there!" He announced, shaking me lightly, "It was nothing... Really," you tried to start, averting away from them.

"What do you mean it's nothing?! My life was on the line, man!" Thanos replied, patting your chest as he spoke.

After that, the three of you waited for the next day to come by for the revoting of players. Coincidentally, you couldn't help but notice a shift in Thanos' attitude when he speaks to you alongside how his eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn't decipher that isn't his typical high-on-drugs gaze.

As the announcer reminded everyone of the night's out in half an hour, everyone got to their respective beds with you being made to sleep near your now new friends('friends' yeah right).

As you slept on your accord, you didn't notice Thanos on his side, gazing at your sleeping figure. Somehow, a random stranger like you made him feel something other than the high feeling of his 'candies'. Quietly chuckling to himself, he laid back on his back.

Awaiting the next day, little did they know that other players had their own plans for the night rather than sleeping.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Do not mind this as your dear archiver, me, still can't seem to wrap their head around the fact that someone like his character died inside of a damn restroom with a fucking fork.

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Something Else

Thanos / Choi Su-bong X Nonchalant!Cold!reader

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》 Summary: Sometimes, being too calm at intense situations and gaining a bit of attention, even if it's from someone who is too high for this bloody game.|

》 Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2 of Squid game until at least episode 3-4, occur during and before the 1st game, reader's number is 457, implications of drug use, flirting, murder, blood, swearing, Thanos flirting with ji-woo before going after you. |

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You thought everything was messed up, as you had somehow gotten yourselves into this so-called 'Squid Games'.

You wake up in an unknown place filled with people you barely recognize. Although some gave a sense of familiarity, you didn't delve deeper into this feeling. You don't know what was happening after all, all you remember was playing ddakji with some salesman who definitely did not give you a suspicious feeling and gave you a weird card after the game, and then all of a sudden, you're here in this children-themed place. Now, you are being told to sign a waiver before playing a 'game'.

As everyone lined up to sign the paper, the one in front of you, who's number is one lower than you, seemed to be slower than the rest, seemingly actually reading the written rules before signing it.

Shrugging the man's intentions off, you signed the paper with a quick glance at the rules. It might be useful to you in the future, keyword, might.

As you finished signing yours, you walked off the line to go somewhere in the room or the called dormitory. As this occurred, a ruckus was happening on the sideline as a purple-haired man attempted to punch another guy but was stopped by his friend.

You somehow recognized those two from social media, one known for making his fans invest in a crypto coin and the other being a rapper.

You just silently tsked at them before moving along, not noticing the gaze that followed me from the purple-haired dude, but it was soon averted as I noticed another girl.

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"Everyone please line-up one at a time," the announcement echoed through the labyrinth of a room as people, now called players, each took their turn standing in front of the monitor and taking a pic.

As you waited for your turn, another scene occurred with none other than the rapper from before as many approached him and started mentioning how much of a fan they were of him. He then called all of them to group-up and take a picture together, followed by the man calling the braided girl that you now noticed as player 196, but she rejected him. The whole ordeal was soon stopped by a pink guard nearby.

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As you reached the end of the labyrinth of stairs of a room, you and the players reached the seemingly 1st game.

An announcer soon welcomed you all before saying to wait as the game starts, Red light, Green light, the game is said. Everyone scoffed and snickered as the said game was a kids' game, but one man wasn't having it as he ran to the front and started screaming of how they would kill you if moved.

As the man screamed, you just raised an eyebrow at the player's antics, what a weird guy, but it wouldn't hurt to d whatever this crazed man says. But it seems a few were still snickering and joking at the man.

Soon, the game started, the child-like doll then started to turn and chanted 'Red light, green light'. Everyone started to move until the doll stopped speaking and turned its head at us. The man earlier screamed to freeze, no one moved.

The same thing repeated until mostly everyone reached the halfway mark.

As everyone froze, the few silent seconds were disrupted by a girl's scream as she spun around and moved before being followed by a gunshot and a thudding of a body. It was soon followed by another scream and gunshots as everyone who panicked and moved was shot and killed with the man from earlier screaming for everyone to not panic and freeze.

The real chaos and hell began.

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A few moments after the wave of deaths, everyone stood close to each other, lining themselves into lines to hide from the doll's detectors.

The plan somewhat worked, with a few getting detected and shot as they either failed to hide or accidentally moved.

It was once again disrupted as the purple-haired man had killed at least 3 players as he pushed them while the doll's head was still towards everyone. You scoffed at the man for killing others, but did you even have anything to say as the two of you met gaze before you looked away from him, focusing on the game at hand.

As you focused on the game, Thanos, the purple-haired man, couldn't remove his eyes from you. Unlike the other players, you were somehow a bit calmer than them, more eased at this as if it doesn't phase you one bit. It didn't help that he was, at this moment, had already taken his little candy and is over his own head. You were really something.

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Soon enough, mostly everyone got through the line, and now everyone can finally have a breather as they survived.

Everyone was then brought back to the dormitory, pretty shaken up by the game given to them. Well, everyone but you and some few players, you were pretty shaken up as well, but not to the point you looked like you just went to an actual war field.

As you do your own thing on your bunk bed, Thanos had his gaze on you from the other side. 'Player 457... You're...' "Something else..." he muttered his thoughts as his pupils twitched, looking around before seemingly coming back to you. His looked over to him and asked if he was alright. He answered that he's alright in english, earning a confused look from his friend.

Despite barely meeting nor talking to you like what he did with player 196, he seemed to be just as smitten at you. But could he even manage to muster his hyped feelings before the games take his life?

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》 Archiver's Notes: A short something for someone, @sukratyaropia24 , as a fellow squid game watcher and heavy on Thanos aka T.O.P. Had to skip the majority of what happened during the first game. Apologies for that.

》 Additional Archiver's Notes: Extra notes, I have removed one tag as I have noticed it wasn't even mentioned in the entry, which was reader choosing 'o', more so, the first voting wasn't mentioned yet.

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Guess

FanSimp!Idol!Christian Yu x PopularSongArtist!Reader

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》 Summary: You never would've expected to be invited in a little hosting event directed by DPR. Yet here you are, in front of a blindfolded Christian Yu, who has no idea you, one of his favorite artists, are going to be the one he would be guessing.

》 Warnings: Fan Shippimg, Possible out of character DPR members, OOC, pure fluff, flustered Christian Yu, reader is around the same height as Christian and wears a necklace, inclusion of DPR Live/Hong Da-bin. Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic, but it kind of leans more into romantic.

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The watchers/fans roared and laughed as each DPR member guessed who's who, each winning and some losing. In particular, it would be easy considering there's only four of them, Ian, Da-bin, Yongwoo(Artic) and Kyung Mo(Cream), but there were catches while guessing. For example, everytime Ian has to guess, the person being guessed must be wearing a face mask, reason is to prevent the guesser to guess from their facial features.

The team took turns, guessing who's in front of them while the remaining basically has to hold their laugh as the other tries to guess.

"This is Artic!" Christian answered confidently, hopping back and pointing at the man he was trying to guess this round.

The fans clapped and cheered as he took his blindfold off and guessed correctly, Artic being in front of him before tackling him.

As he thought the game was about to end, until Cream called in. Telling how there's another person Christian still needs to guess, earning a confused look from the man, hasn't he guessed everyone? Cream, Live, and Artic? The fans, too, were confused by this, but it seems the three has a plan up their sleeve as they urged Christian to put the blindfold back on.

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You had no idea that one of the DPR crew has a huge fan and simp for you. Sure, you're popular and all, and getting recognition from other artists, but not to the point they legitimately act like a die hard fan for you.

From a friend of a friend(*ahem* Dpr Live *ahem*), they told you how much of a fan Christian is for you, buying multiple albums and your signature lightstick to prove. He even said there were times he would bring the said lightstick to the studio for moral support and also watch your MVs during work.

Not going to lie, you were kind of flustered at the information, knowing yourself to be somewhat of a fan as well of the man and their work.

So, not long later, they invited you to be a special guest to their event, but no one apart from Live, Artic, and Cream knew of you being there. So, it will definitely be a surprise, not only for the fans, but for Christian as well.

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As Cream hosted and welcomed the new guest, you entered the view, waving at the fans and greeting the members as the fans roared and cheered like never before. It got to the point Live and Artic has to shush them, placing a finger on their mouths to indicate to quiet down as it will ruin the surprise.

In context, there was an on going joke/rumor going around about DPR Ian and you, saying how each of you are a fan of each other(Yes, they noticed your background and Ian's literally having each other's albums and lightstick) and the two of you would fit each other well. You knew of this and doesn't seem to mind it, the fanning is mutual, and so what? But through Christian's friends and the fans' words, does the things he feel for you more just a simple fan?

You were bound to find out as Christian nervously chuckled at the sudden roar of fans, "Okay- The fans just went wild, what's going on?" Christian was about to pull the blindfold off before Artic went to him and pulled it back down while you backed away just incase he actually pulled it off and see you, again, ruining the surprise guess.

"No peeking! You have to guess!" Cream said onto the mic and to Christian as the fans died down, but they could tell they're holding themselves down as they cheekily smiled towards you and Christian.

Cream started counting to ready, and you stood in front of Christian as he adjusted the blindfold more, earning a few screech from few fans. You just looked at them and waved right before Cream screamed to guess the person in front of Christian.

Christian started, patting your body, trying to decipher who you are without sight. He slightly gasped when he patted your head, realising you're around his height, Artic was the only one in the DPR crew who shares the same height as him, exceptance of Cream who's an inch taller.

"Same height, wouldn't repeat a person who's already been guessed, right?" Christian asked as you stiffle a laugh, and so did the crew while the fans chuckled at his question.

Christian continued to pat and poke at you, trying to find any hints that he may be familiar to so he could answer. He only had one guess after all. That's when he patted over your chest (chest, not tits) and feeling something over. You froze when he felt the item, shit, you forgot to hide the necklace you wore under your shirt.

Context, a while back, you revealed a little accessory you always wore around, a necklace. It wasn't custom-made, but it was a gift from an old friend, and you weren't the type to just throw away a gift bestowed upon you. In the end, fans manage to find the listing of the necklace online, making it a somewhat of a fan merch dedicated to you. And with that, Christian, out sheer 'fuck it' decided to buy one just for the fun of it also.

Because of that, he recognised the accessory, feeling each groove and shape of the necklace. It somehow helped him deduce it to one specific person, you, as he took a few steps back, shock writted all over him.

"No way," he muttered, earning a fit of laughter from the crew and fans watching, claps coming from the fans, "Shut up, tell me this is just a fan wearing a similar necklace..." he added, you stiffled another laugh, muttering a curse as you held onto your necklace. Christian looked back and forth(despite the blindfold still being on him), letting a nervous chuckle as he covered his face with both hands, slightly crouching.

"So, who is it?" Cream screamed, you covering your own mouth with one hand as you lightly chuckle at Christian who basically wants to melt onto the floor.

After some calming down of Christian, he slowly got up and guessed, "Is it A/N...?" He nervously said, earning another roar from the fans. He then took off his blindfold and immediately ran back, a flustered look on his face as you appear in his line of sight, waving at him.

Christian walked back for a moment, and you gave him a greeting bow, causing him to nope back out to his crew.

The crew laughed, and so did the fans, clapping and cheering for Christian. Cream then gave the mic over to you, "Hello and greetings to you, DPR Ian," you said out, chuckling by the end as Christian basically folded right then and there. He's basically acting younger than his age, and you found it adorable.

Christian gave a greeting bow as well, Artic handing another mic over to him, "Hello to you too, A/N," He said as the fans started to wild out again.

You nodded over to him, "I heard you were a fan of me, too? As much as I was a fan of you?" The fans roared and cheered as you asked a question, the crew bursting to laughter again as a surprised look on Christian's face appear. How did you know that? Christian then glared at his friends, possibly connecting them to you, knowing. You then dropped your thanks to being here. Even if it is to fluster/prank Christian, it was still fun.

And so, with that, you joined their little event, playing and randomly joking around each other as well as answering questions given by the fans.

It was not until one fan decided to ask the semi-obvious mention, yet it still shocked Christian. "Christian, are you aware that A/N is also a hard fan of yours?" The fan asked, earning a bunch of screaming from the others, Christian only looked at me with a questioning yet shocked look. He knew of the rumour. His friends had been berating him about it, but he never looked into it deep enough.

You nervously chuckled as Christian looked over to you whilst earning some knowing looks from his friends, "No...? I don't," Christian said, looking back at the fans and then back to you, "Really, though?" He asked, earning a nod from you, "For a long while now, yes," you answered, making the fans roar and clap once more. Now, it was your turn to be flustered.

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"Excuse me," You turned around and saw Christian running over to you.

After some hours later, the event had come to an end, and you and the group bid your farewell to the fans before they left, with some asking for an autograph before leaving.

You were about to leave as well, bidding your farewell to the DPR members for inviting you to this event and all. It was until Christian came over to you just as to were about to leave.

"So... How should I say this, umm-" Christian started, stuttering as he tried to put the words to it, but kept getting stuck in his throat. You lightly chuckled at this, "Let's get to know each other? Outside of the whole popularity thing?" You asked, saying the questions he tried to ask. He nodded with this, "Yeah... Can we?" He asked in return, earning a nod and hum from you, "Mhm! Of course," you answered.

The two of you kept in touch after that. Even if your closeness stemmed from a prank involving fanning over the other, the end came out good as the two of you got to know each other than ever before.

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Archiver's Note: This is roughly inspired by another K-pop group(Enhypen ahem) who made a little game challenge where one member is blindfolded and has to guess which member is in front of them. Got inspired there.

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> Archive Entry No.001 : Indulgence

> Christian Yu x GN!Reader

> Archive Entry No.002 : Guess

> FanSimp!Idol!Christian Yu x Popular!Reader

> Archive Entry No.003 : Something Else

> Thanos / Choi Su-bong X Nonchalant!Cold!Reader

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> Salesman / Recruiter / Gong Yoo x Reader

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Indulgence

Christian Yu / DPR Ian x GN!Reader

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》 Summary: You shouldn't have done this. You knew that, even before the situation before you... You shouldn't even have opened the door in the first place.|

》 Warnings: Injuries, Toxic Relations(Past), break-ups(Past), Almost Caught(sfw), non idol!Christian Yu, Abrupt Ending |

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You shouldn't have done this. You knew that, even before the situation before you... You shouldn't even have opened the door in the first place.

It was late at night, where the moon was at its peak. You were downstairs in your home, or you and your parents' home to be specific, and you were just getting yourself a drink after crying to yourself for the past few nights at the kitchen when you heard a knock at your door.

The knock surprised you slightly. Who would be knocking at the door in the middle of the damn night?

Yet despite that, you went ahead and checked who it was. You almost dropped the glass of water you held as you creaked the door slightly open.

Christian fucking Yu, in front of your home entrance, breathing heavily and is seemingly almost out of it as he was covered in bruises and injuries, shirt and coat splattered with a bit of blood(you didn't even try finding out if it was his or another's). He was clutching his side, an indication of a horrible wound he had.

"I had no where to go to... Please, can I stay for the night?" Christian asked, a sense of vulnerability and desperation in his voice.

As he asked this, you were still as surprised, "... What...?" Was all you can mutter out, the glass in your hand close to slipping before you swiftly caught it with the other on the bottom. But you still remained staring at the man in front of you, now you know as your ex-boyfriend...

Months prior, you and Christian broke up over a heated and layered argument. Christian was neglecting his health, and you, over his 'work'. He never truly told you his line of work, but from how many times you had to clean and patch his wounds and injuries up every time he comes home, you had already pieced what work he might have, which also helped bloom the flower of worry which led to the break-up.

But it wasn't just himself he was neglecting, but also you. Once again, prioritising his work over his lover, you.

Despite you being patient enough about it, it soon got to you when one of his friends 'accidentally' sent you a picture of them, including Christian, in a club partying away when Christian deliberately said he was busy hours prior.

And after that, months went by without the two of you conversing. Well, maybe it was one-sided as you ignored and pushed aside any message or calls he tried sending to you during those times.

Things went somewhere after that minus the days and nights you cried at the remembrance of the man.

And now, after so long of ignorance and suffering from both sides, the two of you reconciled in one of the worst possible waus to ever exist.

"Please..." Christian begged, clutching his side as he does so, the red stain covering both the surrounding cloth of his shirt and his hand.

Without thinking straight and maybe out of familiarity, you let him in, immediately sending him to go upstairs to my room quietly as my parents are sound asleep in their room. You placed the now empty glass back at the kitchen sink before following Christian to my room to patch his wounds. All this occurred while an inner turmoil slowly forms in yourself. Should you really do this? To the man that hurt and made you suffer? Should you do this? You shouldn't have let him in.

Multiple things appear in your head, but you shook your head, ignoring all of them as you see Christian sitting in your bed, head hung low. He looked like a kicked puppy or an injured puppy at that. You quickly let go of the thought and went inside the bathroom, motioning and helping Christian to get inside the bathroom.

As he got in, you helped him sit(or lean) onto the vanity as you got the first aid kit in the mirror cabinet. "Lift your shirt up..." You said, sounding colder than intended, to which Christian slightly winced and flinched at the sound.

Slowly, he lifted his shirt to show the wound, showing the number of injuries he really had. Scratches, bruising, all of it adorning his torso, the wound at his side speaking the most out of all of them.

"... It's not that bad..." Christian mumbled, subconsciously earning a scoff from you, "But it's something that made you knock your ex's door..." You retorted. Christian winced at the mention of 'exes' in your situation, but you didn't notice as he ended up huffing at your retort, looking away as you started cleaning his wounds.

The work was silent. You cleaned and patched him up as he winced and moved once in a while as you did your thing, but every once in a whole, Christian would sneak glances towards you.

To him, you hadn't changed one bit. Well, that was a lie as he could definitely tell the slight sunked of your cheeks, your eyebags being more evident but also the slight red puffy eyes indicating you just had a hard crying session at least a few minutes or an hour ago. Christian felt himself being eaten up by guilt at the sight. He noticed everything about you. How could he not? He loved everything about you, before and even now... He still loved you.

He wished he had done better, better towards himself and you, specifically on you. You had been there for him, and even now, even after what had happened, you still continued to care, even if you hid it under the thick lining of ice that covered it and your heart.

"... There..." you muttered as you finished up patching his wounds, allowing him to bring his shirt back down.

Christian muttered a small "thanks" as he lowered his shirt. It was weak, close to a whisper. He then earned a hum from you as you then started to clean up, throwing away all the used materials.

As this all occurs, Christian can only watch with shame and guilt. Of course, he would be guilty. He was the one thag caused the break-up, the mental pain and suffering that was brought to the two of you. He believed he deserved it, the pain and all, but he believed you didn't deserve it. You were there at his ups and lows, after all. You were nothing but loving and kind to him, and he took it for granted.

After that, you thought that there's no way he would be able to easily get home to wherever in that state, you decided to actually let him stay for the night.

"Sleep on my bed..." You said, more like a command rather than a suggestion, taking the two bean bags you had(one that was once Christian's that you always forget to put away after the break-up) and placing them on each other, making a makeshift bed as you took one of the pillows and an extra blanket to sleep with. Christian noticed what you were doing and immediately protested.

The two of you went at each other, just like before, but it was stopped by the sounds of footsteps in the hallway outside your room.

"Hun', are you awake? I heard something," your mother called from the hallway. You immediately stopped what you were doing and approached the door, creaking it open so that your mother wouldn't possibly notice Christian.

As the two of you talked, Christian remained silent. You were really covering his back right now from your mom, your mother, just because he shouldn't be here after what he had done, this caused the flower of guilt to bloom even further within him.

Once done with your conversation with your mom, you listened to the descent sound of her footsteps before sighing. She almost caught Christian being in your room.

Looking back at Christian, who now finally decided to sleep on your bed, you sighed, the inner turmoil slowly crept in again. Was this worth it? Should you really be doing this? But you can't back out now as you went to the bean bags and laid down. Going to sleep before Christian called your name.

He called your name, "... Can we talk...?" He asked, his head turning over to you as he asked. "Just go to sleep, Christian..." you replied, not in the current when you should be actually talking about it. "Can I ask you a question?" He asked, earning a soft groan frim you, "Go to sleep, Christian..."

"Are you... Truly over me...?" Christian asked. That question made you open your eyes, the sleep you once had faded out at that one specific question, yet you did not answer. Christian silently waited for your answer, but he was already taking your silence as an answer. "Are you...?" Is all you managed to say, asking him the same question as in all honesty, you didn't know either.

There was a pause of silence before Christian answered, "... No..." he said, now looking away from you.

That answer surprised you somehow, hah, after months, he's still wasn't over me. You muttered out something incoherent before just deciding to sleep for the night, your gaze were somewhere but on him, something he wished you'd do, look at him, even just once, but he deep to himself he doesn't deserved it.

Yet even when he knew he felt like he didn't deserve this, he still kept trying and trying for you.

Because he loved you.

They loved you.

But do you still feel the same way for him?

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