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"Same room, same keys" (Seong Gi-hun x reader, season 2)

Summary: It was always the same room, the same number, the same keys. His heart was guarded but it longed for you.

Author's Note: Blame this on The Weeknd's new album and my wish to get that writer's block out of my system. Angsty.

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Pink Motel, street Banghak-dong 110-271, Dobong-gu, Seoul.

The motel was old and cheap but modified inside. A simple facade. All of the rooms were full of weapons, money, maps, and targets for practice. Those hostile chambers made that empty motel as guarded as his heart, except for two rooms that were kept unchanged. His and yours.

You were a regular, the only one. After all, who would even choose to spend a night in a worn-out place? That was you, on multiple occasions even. Every time you were working until late hours, you chose to stop there. The motel was closer than your home and you didn't want to roam around the streets late at night alone.

That explanation and your stubbornness at the door were enough for Gi-hun to make an exception one night, letting you in. Since then, you have come back again and again. You were a minor setback for his search for the games, and he hated thinking about you that way. Gi-hun had to be careful every time you would come, locking all the other rooms up and postponing the meetings with his so-called hired team of spies. Gi-hun tried to say no to you but the word always got stuck in his throat when your eyes met his in the small lobby. He didn't know why you were always coming back, and you didn't know either.

He always looked the same to you. The eyes of an empty man, hard frown, hollow cheeks, stubble, the smell of cigarettes on his clothes, and an undeniable loneliness surrounding him. It wasn't hard to notice. Maybe that's why he always opened the door for you. Most of the time, before heading to the room he gave you, you would talk to him, even sharing a cigarette. Gi-hun wasn't very talkative, but when he was listening to you, his mind seemed to mute the chaos and terror the games left behind imprinted on his consciousness. That silence felt unreal; the thought of you was comfortable, his nightmares less frequent.

But when things seem too good and too innocent, doubt arises, and when trust issues are involved, that cautiousness is even worse. Gi-hun was never getting closer. You could've been sent by the Frontman himself, who would know? He understood how cruel life could be so he wouldn't be surprised if the calmness of your presence would be an illusion.

Gi-hun always gave you the keys to the same room, always the same number. You never asked why even if you found it a bit odd. Maybe it was just a coincidence, as you forced yourself to think. But that wasn't the only odd thing. More than that, he never asked you to pay. You never got any sense of danger from him, he was always polite but reserved. You hoped it wasn't wishful thinking, but you couldn't get rid of your doubt.

Tonight, after gathering the courage, you stood in the dark lobby of his motel and watched him, your rehearsed words on the tip of your tongue. You had to look away from Gi-hun who was sitting on a couch and smoking, to focus on your intention. A marked calendar on a wall catches your attention.

"You never asked me to pay..." You finally spoke after a while, gazing back at him, waiting for a reaction that would solve the mystery. "And you never let me pay."

Gi-hun sighed with a small frown, smoke floating from his lips. A part of him was expecting you to get cautious but the other didn't wish for it to happen and break the fragile and apparent serenity of your presence in his life so soon. He didn't want to hear about money especially not from you. His thoughts drifted to the stacks of dirty money that he hated and kept locked in a room. Any coin or bill was a bitter reminder of the games and the lost lives.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth, put it out in the ashtray, and looked at you.

"You're always coming here tired from work, I don't want to charge you for just some hours of sleep." He explained, his tone telling you that there should be no need to delve any further into the subject.

Gi-hun looked at your face, taking in the details like he did whenever you two would talk at night

He recalled every moment. You always had a way of reaching the man he used to be. He thought about how if you appeared in his life three years ago, he wouldn't even have felt the need to join the games, no matter his financial status. He would've greeted you with open arms and a foolish heart. And now? It was so complicated for him to let anyone inside.

His heart was guarded but it longed for you so much.

"Why not?" You insisted, stepping forward, almost in front of him. Gi-hun tensed. He got up slowly and looked down at you. "And it's always the same room." You added, looking up at him.

You had that look in your eyes again, the one that made him feel like nothing else existed around them, the one that was able to make him forget for a moment about his desperate and unhealthy search and make his heart flutter.

But his own doubts didn't let him have more than that temporary bliss.

"Why are you always coming back?" He asked in return, catching you off guard. It was your turn to hesitate so he went on. "You come here at night, book a room, talk to me for a while, and then leave in the morning." Gi-hun explained, his voice low and gruff, almost not blinking from the eye contact.

It was his turn to express his dilemma. He often thought about how his broken trust and lost innocence made him more mature but also more cautious and less receptive to things that made him happy, like you.

Gi-hun would only admit to himself that your presence would make him feel again and that every night, he was wondering if you'd stop by or not.

As he was watching your face illuminated by the pale neon glow of the sign from outside the building, he silently urged you to respond by tilting his head to the side to be closer to your face. The smell of your perfume and his full ashtray lingering in the air around him.

"Answer me." His voice became a firm whisper as your foreheads almost touched. He desperately needed to know that his worst assumptions about your intentions were wrong and just exaggerations. Gi-hun tried figuring it out on his own so many times. In the night when you weren't there, he'd sometimes replay the recordings from the surveillance cameras from when you came and study your mannerisms, your smile, your words. His heart couldn't take it if the smile from the recordings was just a deception.

You hesitated, knowing exactly why but keeping the attachment a secret still. However, you didn't want to lie to him so you settled for the thing that you noticed about him from the start and made you come back every time.

"Because..." You started in a whisper. "You look so lonely."

His eyes widened slightly at your response, he wasn't expecting you to say something like that. Loneliness wasn't something foreign to him, but hearing it out loud was something else.

Were you trying to fix his loneliness? Was that it?

Gi-hun let out a small scoff, but there was no malice in it. He averted his gaze away from you for a moment, before looking back at you again with a hint of vulnerability.

"It doesn't bother me anymore." He lied, his tone a bit defensive. "I'm always alone."

It was something that he knew for a while, clear as day since when he won the games and again when he recently called his daughter and wasn't able to say a word to her. He realized how he was left with no one.

Until you showed up, at the worst time in his life but being exactly what he needed, greeting him with a smile and a polite 'Excuse me, is there any room available? '.

He took in your face, your expression, and for a moment his heart ached. Yes, he was lonely; it was real, painful, but you were there...so close to him, so patient, waiting for him to let her inside his heart, not just that motel. Gi-hun was quiet for a moment, his gaze still on your face before he spoke again, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Is it that obvious?" He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair and he looked at you, the dark circles under his eyes visible under the dim lights of the motel lobby.

You couldn't hold back anymore and extended your hand to touch his face.

The moment your hand touched his face, Gi-hun almost flinched, feeling the slight warmth of your palm against his skin. He was not used to such intimate touch, not for a long time at least, but he didn't move away. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the gentle touch of your hand against his cheek, his dark eyelashes fluttering. Encouraged by his response, you cupped his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch instinctively but hesitantly, frowning. His broken trust tried to suppress the longing he felt for so long and now it was all in vain.

As your hand remained on his cheek, he knew it was his turn to be honest too. Gi-hun was considering telling you about his past, his purpose, and the plans that he had been secretly working on. He opened his mouth to speak, the words on the tip of his tongue, but something held him back still. He was afraid.

He reached up and covered your hand with his own, gently holding it against his face.

"I need to tell you something, but please, stay one more night...with me."

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