#— jae sang

[001x456]

this parallel is scaring me because if it was done on purpose then I fear there's a possibility that in season 3 we will see a fight between gi-hun and in-ho (like gi-hun and sang-woo in the final round in season 1) where in the end gi-hun refuses to kill in-ho (I doubt gi-hun will outright forgive him, but maybe he will try to tell in-ho to go home to jun-ho, that it doesn’t have to end in death) and when gi-hun tries to offer his hand to help lift in-ho up, in-ho will pull the same stunt sang-woo did and kill himself to maybe save gi-hun or jun-ho. something about "small sacrifice for the greater good"

:(

[tempobaekh]

im rewatching squid game and the end with gi hun and sangwoo reminded me SO MUCH of rick and shane please tell me y’all see it😔

[ourwhisperingtorment]

Squid Game Season 1 Cast

[f0linasahl0]

feminism hates to see me coming when it comes to these guys

god i might be unsafe with them but i don't care. characters like this are hot. i need them BIBLICALLY

[teashh]

I am so glad the new kdramas are bringing back the specific brand of loser men. You know which brand I'm talking about. The Ahn "min min" Minhyuk brand of loser men and I'm loving it. The "I worship this goddess and I'm so in love with her and I can't believe I get to love her. Oh my gods I love her so much" brand of loser men. And we're being fed so well with lovely runner, love next door, no gain no love, my demon, Cinderella at 2am, Hierarchy, Midnight Romance in Hagwon, doctor slump, Queen of tears, welcome to samdal-ri and even good partner (yes it's one sided but the dedication and yuri's couple too).

We need more fictional loser men who worship women to satiate our eldest independent daughter desires.

[phantom-evil]

[angelseraphines]

i swear i’m releasing fanfictions this weekend i have just had to lock in recently 💔💔💔

current order of priority!!! (subject to change)

1. guard!cho sang-woo x player!reader

2. part three of my professor!cho sang-woo x student!reader series

3. money heist korea berlin x reader

4. cho sang-woo x player!reader during the glass bridge game

also thoughts on a college!seong gi-hun x reader fanfiction?? 😇

[cherubsangwoo]

the way sang-woo and gi-hun were eye fucking each other during the final meal.

[cutiebinni]

audrey - 20 yrs old - love kpop, kdrama

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(my faves are in pink!)

squid game s2: cho hyunju, lee myung gi, kim junhee, seong gihun, salesman, hwang inho (front man), hwang junho, kang daeho, choi su-bong (thanos),

i will not be writing nsfw for hyunju because im not comfortable with writing nsfw about a trans person who hasnt undergone surgery

squid game s1: seong gihun, kang sae byeok, hwang junho, hwang inho (front man), cho sangwoo, ali abdul, salesman

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ask box is open, send whatever u'd like :) im not uncomfy with anything, so say anything!! mostly will write fem reader, but feel free to send male reader asks! nooo character x character tho pls ❌

up next: answering asks

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[namsgyu]

Ha Sang-Min bf! hcs

thanks for voting on my poll!!

cw: Ha Sang-Min is a warning himself. Dark/nsfw content below!

Special Guest Tag: @kimseo-wan hope you like this!

a/n: first time wiring for him, enjoy reading! if yall feel like it, send more requests for him! i’ll try to write it well ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

very attentive! can sense when you’re cold or hungry, always tending to your needs

send you texts like “what are you doing now?” “are you thinking of me? i’m thinking about you!”

dresses well! not in runway model way, but enough to be stylish

clean. freak. always carries around hand sanitizer, alcohol wipes, tissues, anything that he might need to clean up

knows literally everything about you! your takeout order, what temperature you take your baths at, the color of your underwear- wait, how does he know that?

speaking of underwear, when he’s over at your place he occasionally takes a pair from you when you’re not looking. brings it back to his own place and uses it for his own well uh, fantasies

when you’re asleep, he installs a tracking device into your phone so he can know where you are at all places! (if you ever lie about where you are, he will know and he won’t like it)

loves to leave hickeys on your neck! Ha Sang-Min is possessive and he’s proud of it

if he catches another guy looking in your direction, he will glare at them until they finally get the hint and turn away

loves going camping with you when you both have the time! plans a romantic getaway into the woods, where nobody can interrupt you two hehehehe

spoils the fuck out of you. buys you jewelry and clothes glance at for too long! he’s always going to drip out his baby, but he does expect some repayment at some point wink wink

sentimental fella. keeps photo booth pics you two take pinned up in his room

no matter what you’re doing, he always keeps an arm slung around your shoulders or wrapped tightly around your waist. you’re not going anywhere

hates it when you talk to other guys. “baby, who were you talking to just now?” “just a coworker, min. don’t worry about it!” oh but boy he worried about it. without you knowing, he ends up following the guy back home after his shift, giving him a very clear lecture to stay away from you! you’re his

when you fight Ha Sang-Min, it’s always messy. aftermaths of a lovers quarrel include shattered glass, throats raw from screaming, and your face stained with tears.

he always makes it up to you though. when both of you come to your senses he’s quick to apologize, pulling you into his arms and whispering sweet nothings into your ear

thanks for tuning in! feedback is read and appreciated!

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[undercovercannibal]

SQUID GAME / 오징어 게임 (2021—) 05 A Fair World

[midnight--sadness]

Something about the fact that all the people gi hun is mostly shipped with (inho, salesman, sangwoo, junho and occasionally daeho) is so funny to me. like yeah this man is older than them but somehow is the submissive one has so much flavour 😩

yeah he's so submissive and breedable fkswnwbgfjrbn he looks good with every man with whom he has a 3 seconds intection!!!

and i especially love that gihun is not shipped with women 😭😭😭 like in my head, he is a proud bisexual but he almost exclusively dates men bc most wome probably dont like how patethic and submissive he is (couldn't be me but 🤷)

he needs hot younger men so that they can fuck him nasty and sloppy 😌

[chronophotographic-gun]

Memories of Murder (2003)

[dilfismz]

Playing Dangerous Part 7

Summary: You and Sangwoo finally address the kiss under the cover of darkness, sharing a rare, tender moment. But just as emotions start to settle, chaos erupts, shattering the fragile peace.

Pairing: Cho Sangwoo X reader…Eventual Hwang In-ho X reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, graphic description of eye injury…let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I’m having a lot of fun building the platonic relationship between the reader and Gi-hun

Previous | Next

The dormitory buzzed with tension, the aftermath of Tug of War still hanging over everyone like a storm cloud. Some people huddled in their groups, whispering about the next game. Others sat in stunned silence, still trying to process the fact that they were alive.

You sat on the edge of your cot, absentmindedly running your fingers over the fabric of your pants. Your mind was still reeling from everything—the games, the exhaustion, and most of all, him.

Sangwoo.

You exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over your face. You had completely lost it earlier. You had let your jealousy get the best of you, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about the way it had felt—the way he had felt under your hands, against your lips. The worst part?

He had kissed you back.

And now you had no idea what to do with yourself.

The cot beside you creaked, and you turned to see Gi-hun plopping down next to you, stretching his legs out with a tired sigh. He didn’t say anything at first, just side-eyed you with a small smirk.

“So,” he finally said, drawing the word out in amusement. “You and Sangwoo, huh?”

You tensed immediately. “What?”

Gi-hun chuckled, nudging your shoulder. “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. I saw what happened earlier. I think everyone did.”

You groaned, running a hand down your face, “Jesus Christ.”

“I gotta admit, I did suspect something before,” Gi-hun continued, clearly enjoying himself. “Ever since Ali asked if you two were a couple, and Sangwoo nearly tripped over himself to say no? Yeah, that was suspicious as hell.”

You shot him a glare. “It was not suspicious.”

Gi-hun gave you a look. “Yeah? Well, this was pretty damn obvious. You kissed the guy like you were trying to steal the air from his lungs.”

You clenched your jaw. “I was angry.”

“Uh-huh.” Gi-hun raised an eyebrow. “So, you regularly shove your tongue down people’s throats when you’re pissed?”

You groaned again, shaking your head. “I hate you.”

Gi-hun laughed. “Nah, you love me.”

You shoved him lightly, but your amusement faded as her fingers curled into her lap. Your voice dropped slightly. “I really like him,” you admitted, barely above a whisper.

Gi-hun’s smirk softened into something more genuine. “Yeah?”

“…Yeah.”

“But?” he prompted

You hesitated. “…I don’t know… I feel weird about it sometimes.”

Gi-hun tilted his head. “Weird how?”

You exhaled, trying to find the right words, “There’s the age difference, for one. It’s not huge, but enough that it makes me overthink things.”

Gi-hun shrugged. “Sangwoo doesn’t strike me as the type to waste his time on people he doesn’t respect.”

You let out a dry chuckle, “Maybe. But I’m also just bad at this. Letting people in.”

Gi-hun nodded. “In general, or…?”

“In general,” you admitted. “But especially here. Of all places to catch feelings, this has to be the worst.”

Gi-hun hummed in agreement. “Yeah, not exactly the setting for a rom-com.”

“No kidding.”

You both sat in silence for a moment, letting the weight of everything settle.

Then, Gi-hun smirked again. “You know… I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sangwoo smile as much as he does around you.”

You frowned, “He doesn’t smile.”

Gi-hun chuckled, “Alright, his version of smiling, then. It’s subtle, but it’s there. And it’s only when he’s with you.”

You stayed quiet, but your fingers twitched against the fabric of your pants.

Gi-hun leaned back on his hands. “And you wanna know what else?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“In all the years I’ve known Sangwoo, I’ve never seen him go out of his way to talk to a woman before. Let alone risk himself to save one.” Gi-hun gave you a meaningful look. “But he did for you.”

Your breath hitched slightly. You hadn’t thought about it like that before.

Gi-hun watched her for a moment before smirking. “And you think you’re the only one struggling with feelings.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, a familiar presence caught your attention.

Sangwoo.

He was sitting a few cots away, but his gaze was locked on them, his jaw tight. The dim lighting didn’t hide the way his fingers curled slightly into his lap, like he was forcing himself to stay put.

You swallowed.

Gi-hun followed your gaze, and when he turned back to you, his smirk widened. “Well, someone’s jealous.”

You elbowed him, “Shut up.”

But you couldn’t deny the way your stomach twisted at the sight.

And you couldn’t ignore the way Sangwoo looked away the second your eyes met, like he hadn’t been staring at you the entire time.

⋆ ──── ❍ Δ □ ──── ⋆

The dormitory felt heavier than usual, thick with tension, paranoia, and the ever-present scent of fear. They all knew what was coming tonight. The massacre before lights out had been a preview, and now, as the surviving players whispered among themselves, everyone was preparing for the inevitable bloodshed.

You, Sangwoo, Gi-hun, Ali, and Il-nam worked together to set up what little defenses you could around the bunks. You stacked blankets, trays, and whatever other scraps you could find to act as barriers—though in reality, you all knew it wouldn’t do much if someone truly wanted to attack.

Il-nam sat cross-legged on his cot, watching you work with an amused little smile, “You young ones are so serious,” he chuckled. “Do you really think a few blankets will stop desperate people from trying to kill you?”

Adjusting one of the makeshift barriers, you glance at him, “It’s not about stopping them. It’s about buying time.”

Sangwoo nodded in agreement, eyes scanning the room carefully, “Exactly. If we stay together and stay alert, we make it through the night.”

Gi-hun sighed, rubbing his face, “It’s only going to get worse from here, isn’t it?”

No one answered.

The silence was confirmation enough.

Eventually, you decided on a watch rotation. You and Sangwoo would take the first shift, while Ali and Gi-hun would follow after. Il-nam, despite his insistence that he didn’t need rest, was left to sleep.

As the others laid down, trying to snatch what little sleep they could, you and Sangwoo took position near the edge of the small perimeter.

You sat close, backs partially pressed against the metal bedframe, knees nearly touching. The room was eerily quiet aside from the occasional shuffle of movement, the distant murmurs of hushed voices. Somewhere across the dorm, the sound of a knife unsheathing sent a chill down your spine.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. Then, Sangwoo cleared his throat. “So…”

You glanced at him, “So?”

He hesitated, glancing at you before looking away, “…About earlier.”

Your face warmed instantly. You knew exactly what he meant. Exhaling through your nose, you played it off, “What about it?”

Sangwoo shifted, rubbing the back of his neck, “Are we just… not going to talk about it?”

You smirked slightly, but the heat in your chest betrayed you,“I figured you wouldn’t want to talk about it.”

.“Why would you think that?”

You shrugged, crossing your arms, “I did slam you against a wall. Not exactly the most romantic moment.”

Sangwoo huffed a small laugh, “You don’t say.”

Your smirk widened, but then you sobered. You sighed, rubbing your hands together as if trying to warm them, “Look… I wasn’t thinking. I just—” You paused, chewing on your lip, “…I guess I got jealous.”

Sangwoo’s gaze snapped to you, “Jealous?”

You exhaled sharply, tilting your head back against the frame, “Yeah. It was stupid, I know, but…” you shook your head, “Seeing her all over you, acting like she had some kind of claim? It pissed me off.”

Sangwoo stared for a long moment. Then, his voice softened, “It wasn’t stupid.”

You blinked, glancing at him, “What?”

He hesitated before repeating, firmer this time, “It wasn’t stupid.” His fingers tapped against his knee, his voice quieter now. “Because if the roles were reversed, I think I’d feel the same.”

Your breath caught. For a moment, all you could do was stare at him. Then, slowly, his fingers brushed against yours. It was a hesitant touch at first, as if testing the waters, but when you didn’t pull away, his hand settled over yours, warm and grounding.

You swallowed, “Sangwoo…”

He exhaled softly, his thumb grazing your knuckles, “I know this isn’t exactly the best place to… start something.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh, “No, it really isn’t.”

“But…” He turned slightly, angling his body toward yours. His hand curled more firmly around yours, grip warm and steady, “If we get out of here… I want to take you out.”

Your heart stuttered, “You want to?”

His eyes met yours, dark and unreadable, yet somehow incredibly clear in that moment, “Yeah.”

You should say no. You should be focusing on survival, on making it through the next game, on not developing feelings in the middle of life-or-death stakes. But when you looked at him—really looked at him—you saw the same exhaustion, the same fear, the same desperate need for something good to hold onto. So instead of pushing him away, you squeezed his hand, “Then I’ll hold you to that.”

Sangwoo let out a breath, something in his expression softening. And despite everything—the danger, the uncertainty—you found comfort in the warmth of his palm against yours.

He studied you for a moment longer before his free hand lifted, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was gentle, deliberate. You barely breathed.

“You really are something else,” he murmured.

You raised a brow, “That a good thing?”

His lips quirked, the closest thing to a real smile you’d ever seen from him, “Yeah. It is.”

Warmth spread through your chest. After a beat, you nudged him playfully, “If we get out of here, you owe me a real date.”

Sangwoo huffed, squeezing your hand, “Deal.”

For a while, you sat there, hands still intertwined, leaning into the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Despite the looming danger, despite the bloodshed sure to come, you felt a small, fragile sense of peace. And for now, that was enough.

But then it came.

The first scream shattered the fragile silence, and then the room erupted into hell. People lunged at each other, fists flying, broken bottles swinging. The metallic scent of blood quickly filled the air as players fought tooth and nail for survival. The ones who weren’t strong enough to fight cowered in the corners, but even they wouldn’t be spared for long.

You kept your back to the wall, eyes darting over the chaos, searching. You had trained for this. You had fought in worse situations. But here? Trapped in a death game with people who had nothing left to lose? It was an entirely different kind of battlefield.

A bottle shattered near your feet. You barely had time to react before a figure came lunging at you. Mi-nyeo.

Of course.

The woman grinned, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she twirled a jagged piece of glass between her fingers, “You think you’re special, don’t you?” she sneered, “Think you can waltz in here, take what you want—”

“Not the time,” you snapped, already preparing to strike.

Mi-nyeo lunged. You sidestepped, twisting out of the way, but then another player was on you—some guy you barely recognized, just as desperate, just as crazed.

You gritted your teeth. Two against one, great. You threw a sharp elbow into Mi-nyeo’s ribs, but the other player swung his glass shard at your face.

She jerked back— Too late.

A blinding pain exploded down the right side of your face as the jagged glass tore into your flesh. Your scream ripped through the air. You staggered, vision going white with agony.

Instinctively, your hand flew to your face—warm, thick blood poured between your fingers.

You could barely see.

Your right eye was as good as gone. The realization hit you like a freight train. The wound was deep, the pain unbearable. Blood gushed down your face, soaking into your clothes, dripping onto the cold floor.

You gasped for breath, but Mi-nyeo wasn’t done. The woman reared back, ready to strike again— Rage overtook the pain. You roared, lashing out with brutal force. You drove your knee into Mi-nyeo’s stomach, sending her sprawling.

The second player barely had time to react before you grabbed his wrist, twisted sharply— Snap. He howled, the glass falling from his useless hand. You struck again, this time sending him crashing to the floor, unmoving.

Mi-nyeo groaned, trying to crawl away, but you grabbed her hair and slammed her face into the ground. She didn’t move.

You stumbled, chest heaving. Your vision swam, the world around you tilting dangerously. The blood loss was hitting you fast. You blinked. Everything on your right side was nothing but darkness. Permanently partially blind.

The thought barely had time to settle before you heard your name. Footsteps pounded toward you. Then hands—warm, strong hands—grasped your shoulders.

“Sangwoo—” you gasped, dazed, blinking up at him.

His face was ashen, eyes wide with something bordering on panic, “Shit,” he breathed. “Damn it, you—your eye—”

You gave a weak, lopsided grin, “Yeah. Not great.”

His hands trembled as he yanked off his jacket, pressing it firmly against your wound to slow the bleeding. You hissed at the contact, entire body jerking.

“Hold still,” he muttered, voice tight, but gentle.

You focused on him, on the warmth of his hands, the way his jaw clenched as he worked. His eyes kept darting over your face, his expression growing darker and darker, “…This is bad,” he said, more to himself than you.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you quipped, though your voice was weaker now.

His grip tightened, “Stop joking.”

You exhaled sharply, glancing away—but of course, you could only see half the room now. The realization left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Sangwoo swallowed hard. His fingers lingered against your cheek, as if trying to ground himself in the fact that you were still here. Still alive. But not whole anymore. A muscle in his jaw twitched,“…You’re gonna have a scar.”

You let out a weak laugh,“Guess I’m going for the rugged look.”

He didn’t laugh.

His lips pressed into a tight line. He was still applying pressure to the wound, still trying to stop the bleeding, but there was a different kind of tension in his face. A quiet, helpless frustration.

“You’re really worked up over this”, you quip, studying his expression.

He huffs out a sigh, “Of course I am”.

“Cmon it’s not that bad, I’ll live”.

“Ya…you will”, he admits, a small smile resting on his face.

You didn’t quite know if the smile was one of reassurance or happiness. Nevertheless, you thought it suited him, “You should smile more, it’s cute”.

Sangwoo blushes a deep crimson, all while still applying pressure on your wound. He rolls his eyes and then takes your hands, pulling you to stand, “You can have my cot tonight, it’s a much safer location…I’ll watch over you”.

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For visuals this is how I image readers right eye looking :)

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Little Admirer

summary: As you're getting ready for the day, You look in the mirror to see your boyfriend. He's still in bed, but he's silently watching you.

(Dae-Ho, Sang-woo, Gi-hun, Roh Jae Won)

Warnings: None

KANG DAE HO

You run a brush through your hair, smoothing down the stubborn strands as you lean closer to the mirror. The morning light is soft, spilling in through the curtains, and your reflection blinks back at you, calm, focused.

But then—movement.

You glance past your shoulder, meeting familiar dark eyes in the mirror. Dae-Ho is still in bed, head propped up on one arm, watching you in quiet fascination. His hair is a mess, sticking up in places from sleep, but he doesn’t seem to care. His gaze is steady, like he’s memorizing every little detail—how you purse your lips while applying lipstick, how you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re staring,” you say, voice teasing.

He hums, half-asleep, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Just looking at my pretty girlfriend.”

Your hands still for a moment before warmth creeps up your neck. “Flirting before breakfast?”

He chuckles, voice low and raspy from sleep. “Mmm. Come back to bed?”

You shake your head, laughing softly. “I have to go.”

Dae-Ho groans, dramatic, rolling onto his back. “Five more minutes?”

“Five minutes will turn into an hour,” you warn, capping your lipstick.

His only response is a sleepy mumble as he buries his face in the pillow. You smile to yourself, giving him one last glance in the mirror before heading out—knowing full well that when you get home later, he’ll be watching you just the same.

CHO SANG-WOO

The soft hum of the morning filled the quiet apartment—the occasional rustling of sheets, the distant city sounds filtering through the window. You stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying the finishing touches to your makeup.

As you smoothed down your hair, you caught something in the reflection.

Sang-Woo.

He was still in bed, lying on his side, head propped against his arm. His eyes were half-lidded, still heavy with sleep, but unmistakably focused on you. He didn’t say anything—just watched.

“You’re staring,” you murmured, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

A beat passed. Then, his lips barely curved into something too small to be a smile but too soft to be nothing.

“You’re beautiful,” he said simply, voice low and rough from sleep.

Warmth crept up your neck. You let out a small huff, trying to fight back a grin. “You’re sappy in the mornings.”

He didn’t deny it. Just closed his eyes again, sinking deeper into the sheets. “Come back to bed.”

You turned, glancing at the time. “I have work.”

Sang-Woo exhaled through his nose, lazily stretching. “Just for a little while.”

And when he reached a hand out, the invitation was impossible to resist.

GI-HUN

As you applied the last swipe of mascara, you caught a glimpse of Gi-Hun in the mirror. He was still in bed, propped up with pillows, his gaze quietly following every movement you made. You smiled to yourself, knowing he wasn’t one to make a fuss, but you felt the weight of his quiet attention.

You brushed your hair back, glancing at him again, and caught the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Stop staring,” you teased lightly, smoothing your shirt.

Gi-Hun chuckled softly, but there was something deeper in his eyes, something warm. “I’m not staring. Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend.”

The compliment made your cheeks warm, but you played it cool, finishing up your look. You met his gaze once more, and this time, he winked at you. The teasing nature of the moment was sweet, comforting.

“Are you going to stay in bed all day?” you asked, turning to face him, still enjoying the lingering smile on his face.

“Only if I can watch you get ready every morning,” he answered with a playful grin.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered. Some mornings, it felt like nothing could be more perfect than this simple, quiet moment.

ROH JAE-WON

You stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying your makeup, the quiet hum of the morning filling the room. Your brush strokes are steady, but you can’t shake the feeling that you're being watched. Glancing up, you catch your boyfriend, Roh Jae-Won, lying in bed, his gaze soft and focused on you.

He’s still wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, his hair tousled from sleep, yet his eyes never leave you. A small smile tugs at your lips as you turn to face him.

"You're staring," you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckles quietly, his voice raspy from just waking up. "I can't help it. You're beautiful, even without the makeup."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the genuine affection in his tone making your cheeks flush. You laugh softly and return to your routine, but you can feel his eyes following your every movement.

"You're not going to get up?" you ask, glancing at him again.

"I don't want to miss watching you," he replies, his smile turning into something a little more playful, but still full of warmth.

You roll your eyes but can't help the smile that stretches across your face. The morning is simple, but with him here, it feels perfect.