#Gi-Hun

[tomhardymyking]

I love his haircut from season 1 so much 😍

Me encanta tanto su corte de pelo de la primera temporada 😍

Watching squid 2 gave me gi-hun disease again I miss his naïve pure fluffiness 😭🙏❤️

[cannibalkissies]

🩷Valentine's Gi-hun!💌

[ferrarifinnick]

CHAIN OF ARMOUR | DAE-HO (PLAYER 388)

pairing: gentle!dae-ho x reader

summary: with lights out approaching, there's a heavy feeling in your stomach. but dae-ho's right there to comfort you, and so is jung-bae and the rest of your group. warnings: angsty fluff, established relationship, allusion to sexual harassment, protector!dae-ho, fear, comfort, alliance (young-il, gi-hun, jung-bae), fatherly figure, jung-bae/dae-ho military roleplay.

2.3k words

an: this might be my favourite piece i’ve written for some time. it’s lengthier, so sweet it’ll melt your heart (it melted mine!), and say hello to the other characters for me would you? feedback and requests are always welcomed. enjoy! <3

“players, please prepare for bed. you have ten minutes until lights out.”

there was something in the air. something ugly and perverse, and you saw it every time you glanced to the other side of the hall. every time you made eye contact with a man. the hunger in their gaze wasn’t for food, but for you. maybe to the other women around you, too, but with the amount of eyes settling on you, it felt personal. targeted.

the longer you sat silent in the company of your group, the more you seemed to focus on the unease growing in your stomach. the more you seemed to catch the occasional word from the other side of the room. pretty girl, they said without enough worry about being discreet. so little, they whispered.

it’s only when you caught parts of their plans for you that the heat drained from your body, along with any semblance of confidence that you’d had earlier of surviving the night.

but maybe survival isn’t what you wanted if they did get ahold of you. maybe death is what you were really after. the guards, always eager to pull the triggers of their big black guns, but would they grant you that mercy? would they interfere with games? with the immorality threatening you from what felt like every corner?

the call of your name was gentle.

you glanced up and caught dae-ho’s soft eyes. the warmth returned so quickly to your body, you wondered if the sun had been made obsolete.

he sat opposite you on the benches your group settled around, lunch trays strewn messily over the floor as you finished up your supper.

“yes?” you replied, but the shakiness of your voice was evident even through one word.

dae-ho glanced down at your hand and you followed his gaze. your carton of milk a crumpled mess, squished to the point that milk oozed out the hole your straw poked through. you gasped at the milk trickling down your wrist, and quickly wiped your skin with the sleeve of your jacket.

he watched you with a frown, concern knitting his brows together. “are you alright?” he asked, the softness of his words tinged with the worry bubbling in his chest.

you nodded, too quickly to quash his suspicion, and the squeak of your “yes!” was the icing on the cake.

dae-ho sighed and pushed himself to his feet, crossing the small distance between you to settle at your side. he wordlessly used the sleeve of his own jacket to wipe up droplets of milk you hadn’t even realised had dropped onto the thighs of your sweatpants.

“you don’t need to worry,” he said quietly, close enough for only you to hear. he lifted the edge of his jacket to your face and tilted your head to wipe up a little trickle of milk from you neck. “how hard were you squeezing?” he gasped quietly, brushing one final drop from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

you sheepishly lowered your head. he pressed his thigh against yours, a silent show of support, and his way of encouraging you to meet his gaze once more. you did, and nearly flinched at the worry that brought out the tiny fine lines in his forehead.

“i mean it,” he repeated. “i won’t let anything happen to you. not now, not ever.”

you wanted to believe him. you wanted to believe he could fight off all those men, all those who wished you harm. but he was only one man, and no matter how mighty and brave, no matter how hard he would fight for you, you knew he wasn’t a superhero. he couldn’t beat impossible odds, no matter how hard he would try to.

suddenly that feeling gnawed at your stomach again. you wanted to leap into dae-ho’s arms, let him shield you from the dark, scary world. the monsters you feared would get bold in the dark. but you couldn’t. you could only glance back across the hall, at the hungry gazes stuck on you like an angry, unrelenting wasp.

dae-ho called your name again, but this time you couldn’t look up. he repeated it, his hand lifting to catch you cheek, trying to block your view of the men. trying to refocus your attention to him, to the man who would stretch and tear himself into three, five, seven, however many bodies he needed to become your hero.

but it was jung-bae who got through to you. the short and stout man who warmly took you under his wing, who accepted you as a little chick in his bird nest, and who gave you a father figure in a place that felt far from home.

“you’re trembling like a leaf!” he gasped, his own hands plucking up yours, before leaning in closer to examine your face. he caught your chin in his fingers. “what is it, chicken? what’s bringing you such fright?”

his comfort drew you closer, and you shifted closer until your head fell against his shoulder. “i’m worried… about tonight,” you said, sneaking a nervous glance to the other side of the room.

the o’s. although they matched the numbers on your side, their presence was twice as ominous, and it would only be worse under the veil of darkness fast approaching. the tension slowly spread through your muscles, and suddenly it was no longer just your hands shaking. legs, arms, anything that could contract, trembling as you pictured the men across the room as only silhouettes. your thigh bumped into dae-ho’s, and he caught it with one of his big hands, holding it flush against his. he traced patterns over the cotton of your sweatpants.

but you were only growing more tense.

jung-bae gasped, pulling his hands from yours. “ow!” he cried, rubbing soothing circles into the palms of his hands, looking to you with surprise. “such strength in such a little girl!” he said, and you caught a glimmer of playfulness in his wide eyes.

your head sank sheepishly. “sorry, sir,” you apologised.

“and yet, the manners of a princess!” he exclaimed, approval rife in taking your hand to squeeze. he lifted it, shaking it along as he said, “a princess has no reason to fear with her noble guards around to protect her.”

you held his gaze and tried to smile, tried to believe him, tried not to think about the hungry gazes harassing you from the other side of the room. you couldn’t help look up, see the danger targeted right at you in the lick of lips, in the sly grins, and suddenly the shaking in your hands vibrated through jung-bae’s body.

“young-il!” suddenly your hand was swept in the direction of your newest ally, and jung-bae shook it as he said, “strong, clever, fierce.”

young-il nodded firmly, a confident smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he held your gaze, but you were quickly locking eyes with gi-hun as jung-bae warmly said, “gi-hun! loyal, determined, kind.”

the warmth of his eyes was all the convincing you needed, but gi-hun still reached out to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. that’s the kind of man he was.

“jung-bae,” jung-bae said of himself, slapping your hand into his chest this time. “marine,” he said, lifting his other arm into a flex of his bicep, and while you saw no activation in the muscle, somehow it didn’t matter. it was the pride in his eyes, the conviction in his tone as he said, “wise as time,“ and you believed him. “and handsome as brad pitt.”

the widening of your eyes preceded your surprised giggle, but you couldn’t cover you mouth in time to suppress it.

jung-bae’s eyes blew wide again. “she laughs!” he accuses in mock disbelief, glancing between the other men in your group, before settling back on you. “many women say jung-bae is the one that got away!” he insists, but only grins wider as you stifle more of your little giggles.

your hand still in his thrown around again as he pretends to take offence, but he soon eases into calmness again, before leaning in closer.

“don’t forget, there are two marines here,” he said quietly, and you barely caught the flash of mischief in his eyes before he suddenly straightened his back, snapping his other hand into a click as he commanded “dae-ho!” with such authority that he jumped immediately to attention.

“yes, sir!” he shouted back, unflinching as his chopsticks crashed and clanged on the hard floor under his feet.

jung-bae’s chest swelled with approval. “are you afraid?!” he commanded.

“no, sir!”

“of men?”

“no, sir!”

“of the dark?”

“no, sir!”

you caught the sly smirk jung-bae shot you, before asking, “of jung-bae?”

“no, sir!”

his face dropped into a scowl, and he swatted a hand to the side of dae-ho’s shoulder, landing a blow right against the ink of his marine tattoo. dae-ho didn’t even flinch, back still straight and standing tall, his eyes fixed ahead with determination.

jung-bae asked one final question of him. “what of the men, the oh’s, behind you?”

a beat is not skipped when dae-ho sharply insisted, “no, sir!”

jung-bae slowly turned back to face you, a warm confidence as he said, “the dark is frightening. it’s where monsters live, where evil lurks. but what can defeat the dark?” he asked, leaning back ever so slightly to let you ponder, inviting you to look at the three other men in your alliance. each one stared back warm, kind, determined, and when jung-bae leant back in, you understood him when all he gently said is “light.”

you couldn’t seem to look away as dae-ho held your gaze, the quiet confidence radiating from his kind eyes, and suddenly the tension in your muscles faded away. the trembling of your hands subsided, and you weren’t gripping onto jung-bae’s hand so tightly.

dae-ho offered you sincerity when he promised, “they’ll have to get past us to get to you,” he said. “through me.”

he offered his hand out, and jung-bae lifted your hand to meet dae-ho’s. you took it, fingers interlocking as he gently but effortlessly pulled you up from the bench. he rested your entwined hands against his chest, leaning down to press a kiss to your skin. he gazed down into your eyes.

“i would set all the money in the world on fire to keep you safe,” he said so gently, you swore your knees would give out. “let me be your light,” he referenced jung-bae, nodding a head toward the cluster of your bunks. “stay with me tonight, in my bunk.”

you didn’t need to think about it. “please,” you whispered, holding onto his hands tighter.

the corners of his lips stretched into a smile softer than his breath on your knuckles as he kissed your hands again.

he climbed up the benches towards the bunks, stopping patiently after each step to turn and help you up. your legs were shorter than his, and he didn’t want to risk you catching your knee on a sharp corner and getting a bruise. but when you got to the ladder of his bunk, he dropped your hand to take purchase on your hips, lifting you with ease up the first few rungs.

he followed after you, glancing up and holding a hand out just in case you lost your footing.

“careful,” he warned as you approached the shelf of his bunk, rushing up the last few steps just to reach out and cover the sharp corner of the bunk above. you ducked your head under it, and his hand dropped to your lower back to help guide you in.

he joined you on the thin mattress after you settled down.

“are you cold?” he asked, fingers catching the zip of his jacket, waiting for your command.

“a little,” you admitted, but stopped him from declothing himself by placing a hand over the zipper on his chest. you lifted your eyes to find his. “can you lay with me? please.”

dae-ho’s gaze softened. “yeah,” he breathed gently, and you wondered where his voice had gone. he slowly lowered himself onto his back, one arm spreading out for you to curl up to his side. when you did, he closed his arm around your body and secured you in place. to him.

you nuzzled into his side. everything about him was so safe, and you wondered if it was the lingering scent of his shampoo or his gentle breathing that made your eyes heavy.

he held you, gentle but firm, while the others in your group climbed and settled into the surrounding bunks. the presence was suffocating in the best way. all around you, a friendly face, a willingness to shield you from danger, and for once in your life, a selection of men you could count on.

it dawned on you, like this, that jung-bae was right. the ease in your chest came down to the shield around you, the men willing to protect you for no reward, for no recognition. everything to gain by letting you get eliminated in the dark of night, and everything to lose by letting you live. but yet, they chose the latter. they chose to guard you. their princess.

and even as the lights turned out, when the shadows played tricks on your eyes, your hands didn’t tremble. they laced with dae-ho’s, who pulled you in closer, lips pressing against yours in a silent promise.

“i’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered.

as the heaviness in your eyelids became too much to fight off any longer, you took one last moment to savour the warmth radiating from his body. only then, with your head in his chest, the chill leaving your body, did you realise that yes, so long as dae-ho was here, the sun was obsolete.

i could sleep easy in dae-ho’s arms. please like, comment, reblog. love <3

[zer0expektation]

Stuck.

[tomhardymyking]

What a great series 𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 is 👏🏻

Qué gran serie es 𝓔𝓵 𝓙𝓾𝓮𝓰𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻 👏🏻

— Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

[bl1ssfulelleon]

Gi-hun: “I choose Jung-bae because he’s my friend.”

In-ho: “And I took that personally.”

[marinsdoodles]

Salesman and Gihun

[kaira-diaries]

Chamomile Tea:

warning: smut & fluff

pairing: fem!reader x gi-hun

summary: you make gi-hun some tea to share but things escalate(in a good way !!)

wc: 1.9k

a/n: so this is the first gi-hun story I’ve written and I am now expanding my Masterlist..yay!! That being said, I gotta get something off my chest. I literally feel in my soul that gi-hun is a boob man, yk? Like reallyyyyyy a boob man. Could just be me ahh but enjoy reading (be nice this is my first story for him)

->Masterlist<-

The white sheets clung to your skin, soft and warm, carrying the lingering scent of him as you moved through the dimly lit apartment. The air was thick with the remnants of shared breaths and whispered confessions, the memory of tangled limbs and urgent hands still fresh on your skin. As you stepped into the kitchen, the cool floor sent a pleasant shiver up your spine, a sharp contrast to the heat still pulsing through you.

Your lashes fluttered closed as you sank into the memory, the recollection of his touch still lingering like a ghost against your skin. Even now, you could still feel the weight of him, the way he fit against and inside of you like he had always belonged there, the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin as he lost himself between your thighs.

Your bare feet avoided the trail of discarded clothing—his shirt draped over a chair, your dress pooled carelessly near the doorway, a testament to the passion that had unfolded hours before. The reality of him, of this, had exceeded every secret yearning you had dared to entertain. He was more than just a fleeting fantasy—he had reached into the shadows of your soul and illuminated the spaces you had long left untouched.

The kettle on the stove began to hiss, its rising whistle cutting through the quiet hum of your thoughts. You reached for the teabags, watching as the water darkened, the scent of chamomile and honey curling into the air like a gentle embrace. You let it steep for a moment, the warmth seeping into your fingertips as you cradled the mugs, reluctant to break the spell of the night.

The soft whoosh of the white sheets whispered through the air as you stepped back into the bedroom, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting golden hues across the rumpled bed. Gi-hun sat propped against the headboard, his tousled hair falling over his forehead, his bare chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. The blanket pooled loosely around his waist, leaving little to the imagination.

His lips curled into a warm, lazy smile as his gaze found you, dark eyes tracing the curve of your body beneath the soft glow of the night. As you approached, his hands instinctively reached for you, but you moved with purpose, swinging your leg over his lap and settling comfortably atop him. The heat of his skin seeped through the thin fabric draped around you, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

You pressed a warm cup into his hands, watching as he took it with a curious tilt of his head. Lifting it to his nose, he inhaled deeply, his brows knitting together. "I don't think I've had this kind of tea before," he muttered, his voice scratchy with lingering traces of desire.

You tilted your head, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as you raised your mug to his. The soft chime of ceramic meeting ceramic echoed in the quiet room, a delicate contrast to the warmth simmering between you. A knowing smile curled at your lips as you met his gaze, your voice a gentle tease.

"There's a first time for everything."

You watched as he brought the mug to his lips, his expression shifting the moment the warmth touched his tongue. His brows lifted slightly, a hum of satisfaction vibrating deep in his chest, the sound rich and pleased. The sight made your own curiosity stir, and you followed suit, lifting your cup and letting the soothing liquid cascade over your tongue before sliding smoothly down your throat. A quiet sigh escaped you, the heat pooling in your chest, comforting and familiar.

Gi-hun didn’t speak. He only watched—entranced. His dark eyes traced the delicate flutter of your lashes, the way your lips, soft and full, curved around the rim of the mug before parting ever so slightly to take another sip. The way your throat bobbed as you swallowed, the soft breath you exhaled afterward—it was mesmerizing.

The truth was, to him, you weren’t just beautiful. You were art. Ethereal. Otherworldly. A vision so lovely it left him breathless, as though if he blinked too long, you might disappear like a dream slipping through his fingers.

You lifted the mug for another sip, but before it could reach your lips, Gi-hun’s hand wrapped around yours, gently prying it away. He placed it on the nightstand with slow, deliberate care, his eyes never leaving yours.

Before you could protest, strong hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your skin with a quiet urgency as he pulled you flush against him. The warmth of his bare chest seeped through the thin barrier between you, his body heat wrapping around you like a second skin. A soft gasp left your lips, but it quickly melted into laughter as he tilted his head, pressing a series of slow, featherlight kisses along your jaw.

His lips traveled lower, teasing the sensitive skin of your neck before trailing down to your collarbones, each kiss more deliberate, more reverent than the last. The sensation sent a delightful shiver rippling through you, and you instinctively curled your arms around his neck, fingers threading through the strands of his dark hair. A giggle bubbled from your lips, breathy and sweet, as his kisses lingered against your skin.

"You're too sweet for your own good," you whispered, your voice laced with affection.

Gi-hun pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his grip on you tightening as if he were afraid to let go. His nose brushed against yours, the smallest touch, yet it sent a rush of warmth flooding through your veins. His voice, low and earnest, settled in the space between you like a promise.

"I'll follow you anywhere."

Your heart fluttered at his words, an undeniable truth shining in his eyes. Smiling softly, you cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing over the faint stubble dusting his skin. He leaned into your touch, his lashes lowering as if savoring the quiet moment, the weight of his devotion pressing against you in the most beautiful way.

His hand drifted upward, his fingers grazing the curve of your jaw before his thumb brushed a slow, deliberate line over the softness of your lips. His touch was light—almost teasing—tracing the delicate shape as if memorizing every detail. A playful glint flickered in your eyes as you quipped, "That would mean you’re stuck with me and my antics. I don’t think you want that."

A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, but his expression softened into something far more serious. That same hand slid lower, his fingers curling around the front of your neck, something you begged for earlier. Although this time it wasn't in restraint but in reverence. His warmth seeped into your skin. With a gentle but undeniable pull, he guided your forehead to his, the space between you vanishing in a heartbeat. His eyes fluttered shut, his breath fanning over your lips, ragged and heavy.

"I do…” his voice was barely more than a whisper, raw and aching as if the weight of his own feelings threatened to consume him. “God, I do.”

His lips brushed yours, the touch featherlight, reverent, almost hesitant—like a man savoring a moment he never wanted to end. But as you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss as sweet as it was certain, he melted into you. His fingers tightened ever so slightly at your nape, anchoring you to him, as if afraid you’d slip away.

You responded in kind, your lips moving against his in a slow, plotted dance, each press, each sigh, each lick of his tongue, each lingering second a silent confession of everything words could never quite capture.

As your tongues tangled, his kisses grew deeper, more desperate, igniting a fire in your veins. The cool fabric of the sheets slipped from your chest and fell between your bodies, discarded and forgotten, leaving your skin bare beneath his heated gaze. His eyes sparked with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine, drinking in every inch of you as though committing the sight to memory.

A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest as he pressed his face against your breasts, his breath hot and ragged against your sensitive skin. Each exhale sent tingling currents down your body, anticipation coiling deep in your core. His hair was impossibly soft beneath your fingers, thick and silken as you curled them into his locks, tugging just enough to draw a deep, approving groan from his lips. The sound vibrated against your skin, pooling warmth between your thighs as he surrendered to the delicious pull of your touch. He lifted you a moment, pushing the blanket from his lap, leaving nothing to separate him from you.

Your hand shot out before you could stop it, slamming onto the nightstand with a sharp crack as he pushed you down, sheathing himself all at once. A startled yelp tore from your lips as one of the ceramic mugs jolted, hot tea sloshing over the edge in messy rivulets. The cup teetered for a heartbeat before plunging to the floor, shattering on impact, jagged shards skittering across the wooden planks.

The scent of steeped leaves and honey filled the air, mingling with the sharp tang of broken ceramic, while a dark stain spread across the tabletop, dripping slowly onto the floor. He lifted your hips, only to push them back down, setting a brutal pace.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, teeth sinking into the firm heat of his shoulder, muffling the soft, needy whimpers that spilled from his lips and into your ear. The world outside this moment ceased to exist—broken ceramic, spilled tea, the mess you'd made—all of it faded into irrelevance. Your damp fingers, sticky with the remnants of your forgotten drink, traced down the ridges of his back, nails pressing into taut muscle. You felt the way he tensed beneath your touch, the way his skin shivered as you kneaded into the knots of tension, pressing deeper, drawing him closer.

If there was one thing you knew about Gi-hun, it was that he was a boob man, always taking the opportunity to knead at your flesh, stare at the curves of your chest, touch, lick, bite.

He basically pried you from him, pushing you onto your back. You gasped in shock from the change of position and he began hammering into you harder.

And it was electrifying.

He attached himself to your chest, not letting off, or letting go as his hair tickled your collarbone. He murmured sweet praises at your beauty, and you arched, practically screaming, as he fucked you through your climax. His wasn't long after, making him collapse. The heavy weight of him was crushing and you groaned, "fuck get offf." He chuckled into your neck, rolling off of you.

You lay side by side, the weight of your bodies pressing together as you both tried to steady your breathing. His chest rose and fell, the rhythm uneven as he struggled to catch his breath. Your eyes wandered to the mess scattered across the floor; the forgotten mug shattered on the floor, and its contents spilled. A sigh slipped from your lips, the urge to tidy up gnawing at you.

“I should pick that up,” you murmured, half-heartedly attempting to sit up, but before you could make a move, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back down. You tumbled softly against his chest, the warmth of his body surrounding you, and he chuckled, the sound deep and content.

“Later,” he whispered, his lips grazing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You couldn’t help but giggle, the laughter bubbling up from within, and you let yourself sink into the moment. The mess on the floor could wait.

[ironvampire]

SQUID GAME 2 SPOILERS

bro i am a seong gi-hun defender to the end, bro is the saddest wettest cat ever, dude is like the most traumatized man ever. i have so many feelings about him, the difference between him in s1 and s2 is so heartbreaking and that moment with his friend where he was like 'there's the gi-hun i used to know' and gi-hun's eyes water up like FUCK MAN and then he lost that friend too, killed right in front of him. i want to read hurt/comfort fics about him but he literally has no one left at all to comfort him😧😧 i don't even think it's realistic that gi-hun hasn't completely lost his mind after everything he went thru

[iamabeaner]

yall know what would be interesting to write about?

i’ve been lately getting into yandere batfam x neglected reader

and i got a story idea and i want a writer to take it into consideration since im not a writer and would love to read a fanfic like that.

so basically

yandere batfam x neglect squid game reader.

where reader joins squid game desperate to get money even tho she’s a wayne but she doesn’t even want to use there money.

so what if the wayne’s are VIPS? they watch in horror seeing there daughter/sister in this place of places?

it crashed down to them that they never notice you gone.

you can write two separate endings, one where she dies in one of the games and the other is when she manages to be a victor, alongside gi-hun.

or another one where the wayne’s weren’t VIPS and found a very traumatized reader coming back.

and they wonder what was happening to her.

as they got to the bottom of it they realized how dark it was.

(maybe her love interest was sae-byeok? or some other character and then comes back to the games to try and get revenge for the person they fell in love with as they went with gi-hun for revenge.)

(after all she is a wayne falling in love with a person who ended dead)

(it was a doomed love anyways)

[silasbirchtree]

transcript from this interview at 6:32

"The Front Man believes that Gi-hun is wrong in his way of thinking, but perhaps, he reflects onto himself through Gi-hun. He does want to destroy Gi-hun's belief. At the same time, I felt that a small part of him, unknowingly, might be hoping for Gi-hun's thoughts to be right and rooting for him in some way."

[thenewsnow]

Yeah ik it's shitty (hate the format but didn't know how else to do it) but I'm contributing to this 🙏 I've been hyperfixating on hannibal for a few months now and after watching season 2 of squid game and shipping these two I only have thoughts about the parallels of those two relationship in head (and I think I just love old men toxic yaoi doomed by the narrative)

Wasn't the 2024 hannigram comeback I expected but I'm glad nonetheless

[princessdreamss]

has anyone written a gi-hun x reader x in-ho fic yet or should i crawl back into my Whore Hole to wait

[animekpopsimp]

A Watchful Eye (Gi-Hun x reader platonic)

"Bang! Bang! Bang! The sounds of gunfire were all you could hear in your head. The sight of bodies littering the ground was a sight you would never get out of your mind. You were questioning how you ended up in such a situation, at the age of sixteen, you were left trying to pay off your father's immense debt and now you were stuck in a sick and twisted death game. You never thought you would be risking your life in children's games. All you could do was stare off into the distance, you didn't have the motivation to eat.

"Are you ok?" A voice suddenly snapped you from your thoughts. You turned your head to the side, spotting player 467 standing there. You were silent for a moment, trying to regain your composure.

"I'm fine" you muttered, not interested in any conversation. The man didn't seem to believe you, but you really didn't care at the moment.

"You should eat something" he continued, not put off by you ignoring him. You frowned,

"I'm not hungry" you muttered under your breath. You felt like if you even took one bite, you would throw up.

"If it makes you feel any better, you can stay close to me" the man offered. Part of you wanted to deny his offer, but you felt too scared to be alone. And the way the man smiled at you gave you a little bit of comfort in such a dire situation. You smiled, perhaps you could trust somebody to watch your back.

[fiction-tastic]

I give you:

[gayiconwaluigi]

Watching Squid Game 2…can’t believe they have introduced the most forbidden yaoi pairing