#Lee Myeong Gi

[carnalcrows]

FREAKY ON CAMERA - MYUNG-GI

pairing: myunggi x top male reader

synopsis: Your batchmate looks familiar. Almost too familiar for your own good

content warnings: 18+, college!AU, bottom myunggi, camboy myunggi, full nelson, breeding, creampie, drunk sex, dubcon recording.

word count: 1.9k

A/N: req, but i changed it around a little 😭😭

giggle333 is live.

You sat up straighter, quickly plugging in your headphones as the stream loaded. And there he was—shirtless, his toned chest on full display, that familiar birthmark just above his heart making your stomach flip. His voice, low and teasing, filled your ears.

The party wasn’t for another hour, and you were sprawled out on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling through notifications. The dull hum of your roommates chatting in the kitchen barely registered as you opened the app—your favorite app, the one you never mentioned to anyone. 

 “Missed me, didn’t you?” he said with a smirk, leaning closer to the camera. His hands trailed down his torso, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. This guy was intoxicating, an enigma who never showed his face but somehow had you—and thousands of others—completely hooked.

The comments flooded in:

@User89: God, I’d sell my soul for a glimpse of your face. @Horny4Giggle Take it off already! @Me: We definitely missed you. Don't tease us too much.

You chuckled at your own boldness, even though you knew he’d never see it among the sea of messages. Still, the way he leaned back with a wicked grin, in a way that carefully covered his eyes–his identity, somehow made you feel like he was looking right at you.

“Patience,” he purred, his fingers grazing his jaw. “Good things come to those who wait.

His hand slowly trails all the way down his torso, inching towards the hem of his trackpants, slowly sliding them off to reveal his hardened length, glossy at the tip with pre-cum. It stood proudly, with a prominent vein travelling from the base to the head.

He wraps his fingers around the base, slowly bringing them up to meet the head, before sliding them back down. As he jerked off, his other hand held a blunt– lazily moving it from finger to finger as the mild smoke filled the room, occasionally taking a puff.

God– he was really fucking hot.

You’d completely lost track of time when your roommate banged on your door.

“Hey! Are you coming or what? Party’s starting!”

You yanked out your headphones, your heart racing from a mix of guilt and excitement. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” you shouted back, quickly closing the app.

The party was already in full swing by the time you arrived, a cacophony of laughter, bad karaoke, and the faint, questionable smell of spilled beer wafting through the air. It was one of those nights where everyone seemed to forget they had papers due, part-time jobs to show up for, or any semblance of self-respect. Naturally, you let yourself get swept up in the chaos because who were you to argue with free booze and bad decisions?

You’d come with a group of friends, but somewhere between your second and third shot, they’d vanished into the throng of students. Which left you to your own devices. Not a great idea, if you were being honest.

“I’m gonna live forever!” one of your batchmates shouted, launching themselves into an ill-advised beer pong dive that sent cups flying. You cringed and grabbed another drink to distract yourself.

It was then that your eyes landed on Myung-gi. He was leaning casually against the counter, nursing a drink and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Myung-gi had that mysterious, brooding vibe that seemed to get everyone’s attention, including yours. The guy rarely spoke to anyone unless he had to, and even then, it was usually in short, clipped sentences that somehow made him even more intriguing.

You, however, were a little too drunk to care about the “don’t bother me” energy he radiated. “Hey, Myung-gi!” you called out, sidling up to him.

He raised an eyebrow, barely looking at you. “What?”

“Why’re you standing here like someone forced you to attend your own funeral? This is supposed to be fun.”

“This is fun,” he deadpanned, taking a slow sip from his cup.

“Wow,” you said, mock-impressed. “You’re like a walking carnival.”

He gave you a flat look, but the corner of his mouth twitched, and you counted that as a win.

Hours later, the party showed no signs of slowing down, but you and Myung-gi somehow ended up stumbling into an empty bedroom together. You weren’t even sure how it happened—one moment, you were arguing over the merits of pineapple on pizza (he was staunchly against it), and the next, you were closing the door behind you to block out the noise.

“This room is so damn hot,” Myung-gi muttered, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

“You’re just drunk,” you replied, slumping onto the bed.

Ignoring you, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the chair. That’s when you saw it—the birthmark. A distinct shape, just above his heart. The same birthmark you’d seen countless times before on your favorite camboy’s chest.

You froze, your alcohol-addled brain struggling to process the revelation. Myung-gi, your quiet, brooding classmate, couldn’t possibly be him. Could he?

“Uh…” you said, sitting up straight. “Nice birthmark.”

He frowned, looking down at himself. “What about it?”

You stared at him, your heart pounding. “It’s, uh, familiar. Very familiar.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Are you…” You paused, trying to find the right words. “Are you giggle333?”

Myung-gi’s entire body stiffened. “What?” His voice was sharp, defensive.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” you blurted, pointing at his chest. “That birthmark—it’s exactly like the one he has. You can’t tell me that’s a coincidence!”

“Shut up,” he hissed, glancing toward the door like someone might overhear. “You’re drunk.”

“I was drunk,” you shot back. “Not anymore. Not after this.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re insane.”

“Am I, though? Because this feels pretty damning.”

For a moment, he just glared at you, his jaw clenched. Then, with a defeated sigh, he muttered, “Fine. Yes. It’s me. Happy now?”

You blinked, the confirmation sending a thrill down your spine. “Oh my god.”

“Don’t make it a big deal,” he snapped. “I only do it for the money. College isn’t cheap, you know.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “I knew it. I knew it! You’re—”

“Shut up,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “You’re not telling anyone about this. Got it?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Or what?”

Before you could say another word, his lips were on yours, silencing you in the most effective way possible. The kiss was rough, desperate, and completely unexpected. For a moment, you froze, but then you found yourself kissing him back, your hands tangling in his hair as the tension between you snapped like a rubber band.

The two of you tumbled onto the bed, the world outside forgotten. His hands were everywhere—gripping your waist, trailing up your sides, pulling you closer as though he couldn’t get enough. Your heart raced, every touch sending sparks through your body.

“You’re insufferable,” he muttered against your lips, his voice low and heated.

“And yet, here we are,” you shot back breathlessly, a teasing grin on your face.

You pulled him closer to you, if that was even possible, before latching your lips onto his once more.

As the two of you tumbled around in bed, you managed to get both your pants and boxers off, leaving your lower halves naked to the cool night air.

Myung-gi shuddered as you yanked at his shoulders pulling him onto your lap. You searched through the back pockets of your discarded khakis to find a small packet of lube.

“Did you come prepared for this?” Myung-gi questioned, to which you simply smirked before ripping the packet with your teeth and pouring its contents straight onto your erection.

He simply watched as the clear liquid slowly slid down your cock, making it glisten in the moonlight invading the room.

Wordlessly, you picked him up from the bed and turned him around, making his face smush against the plush pillows. Before he could utter a word of protest, you slid your lubed cock into his hole.

A wanton moan left his mouth, the pain of being stretched combining with the pleasure of being so, so full.

You slid all the way in, feeling the way your cock stretched out his tight hole. As you bottomed out, you steadied him, resting your hands at his waist.

“Gonna move now baby–” you uttered before pulling out to the tip and then slamming back in with full force.

You swear he almost squealed.

You had been going at it for almost an hour, when an idea popped in your head. Myung-gi’s phone was lying somewhere on the bed, so you fetched it and told him to unlock it. He did what you said, feeling too cockdrunk to think about what you were going to do with his phone.

Scrolling through his apps, you finally found the one he used for streaming.

giggle333 is live

You then placed the phone at the foot of the bed and waited for the magic to happen, as you positioned yourself and the other man in such a way that he was sitting in your lap and both of you were facing the camera, the angle hiding both of your faces to maintain privacy.

As you expected, comments started to flood in, ranging from shock, confusion, and obvious horniness.

@User89: Oppa is online– wait, is that another guy with him?? @Horny4Giggle Man– now I’m hard @User230: Never knew giggle was a fag lolololol

You merely smirked at the comments before holding Myung-gi’s thighs all the way to his shoulders, putting him in a reverse mating press of sorts.

Once again, you resumed your thrusts, making your length hit his prostate every single time. He simply blabbered this and that, his hands mediating between flailing and holding up his thighs for balance.

“Fuck–please I can’t!” he squealed, to which you simply sped up your thrusts, making his head fall back against your chest.

Your thrusts slowly began to stutter, and without warning, you released into his hole, painting his insides pearly white.

Myung-gi came soon after with a drawn out moan, staining his torso with his release. You let him lay there for a while before gently pushing him off and reaching for his phone. The viewer count had almost reached a million, while the comments made you chuckle.

@PussyEater: God I could watch this all day @User12294732: Unfollowing now– didn’t expect gay bullshit @Horny4Giggle : I just came I think

You turned off the live and fell back onto the bed, exhaustion coursing through your veins.

Later, as you both lay sprawled on the bed, catching your breath, you couldn’t help but reach for your phone. A little secret insurance, you told yourself, snapping a quick photo of his flushed, disheveled form before he could protest.

“Seriously?” he groaned, throwing an arm over his face. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Hey,” you said, grinning mischievously. “A little souvenir never hurt anyone.”

He glared at you, but there was no real anger in his eyes. Just a hint of amusement and maybe even admiration. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Maybe,” you replied, leaning in for another kiss. “But at least you’ll enjoy it.”

As you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of sex, the bedroom door opened, and standing at it was none other than your roommate– Thanos.

“You two seem to be enjoying yourselves,” he smirks, “care for another round?”

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[ourseasone]

❝ oh, he's sweet but a psycho… a little bit psycho ❞

in which ∘ ∘ ∘ you just wanted to clear your debts and survive the games. that was the plan. stay low, keep quiet, and make it through without catching too much attention. but the moment you stepped into the arena and locked eyes with him, everything fell apart. out of all the people in the world, it had to be your ex-boyfriend standing there. you thought you’d left that chapter behind, but now, in a game where trust and betrayal could mean life or death, the past was staring you down ━ right when you could least afford it.

✹ pairing ⑉⑉⑉ lee myeong-gi x male reader

✹ warnings ⑉⑉⑉ deadly games, stabbing, shooting, blood, deaths, psychological pressure, sexual & death jokes, a lot of swearing, manipulation, suggestive content, betrayal, mental health issues, dehumanization.

✹ statut ⑉⑉⑉ ongoing

✹ wordcount ⑉⑉⑉ 7181

✹ taglist ⑉⑉⑉ OPEN (please let me know if you wanna be added!)

CHAPTER 001 ∘ ∘ ∘ for fuck's sake

CHAPTER 002 ∘ ∘ ∘ cattle in slaughterhouse

CHAPTER 003 ∘ ∘ ∘ in progress

CHAPTER 004 ∘ ∘ ∘ in progress

CHAPTER 005 ∘ ∘ ∘ in progress

[dxrlingluv]

Player || Lee Myung-gi

Series : Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 : Red Light, Green Light

Description : In which you desperately try to outrun a terrifying robotic doll in the deadly children's game of Red Light, Green Light, where one wrong move means certain death.

Lee Myung-gi x Fem!Reader

The possibility of only 1 player winning this game is high, but with the option to call off the game at anytime, there's a higher chance that you and Myung-gi would be able to get home safely with minor injuries and money that you both can combine to call off his debt.

"But then... If the majority of the players voted to continue the game..." You scrunched your brows as you continue to listen to the guards.

"Excuse me! Move it!" You looked to see an old lady moving her way to the front frantically as she approached the guy that has glasses and curly hair.

"Stupid idiot!" She slapped the guy's arm.

"Ma?!"

You gasp, his mother? What could have happened that made them both go here? His mom looks too nice to even have debts.

"Mom, what are you doing here?!" He yelled, checking his to see if she was hurt or anything.

"That's what I was gonna ask you!" She yelled back, clearly angry at her son. Her son looked around in embarrassment.

"What on earth do you think you're doing here?!"

Watching their argument made you miss your own mom. She often yell at you for doing things for her. She only wants you to study hard, but you can't help but feel bad that she's doing everything around the house. You felt guilty that you were just eating, sleeping, showering, and studying all day. You wanted nothing but to take her pain away from her but just like you, she's also stubborn as hell.

You smiled softly from the memories as you chose not to stick up your nose on the mother and son business. But what caught your attention was the reason she was here.

"What's gotten into you, old woman?!" Player 007 yelled.

"Oh, you wanna know why I'm here, huh?!" She yelled back. "To pay off my ungrateful son's debt!"

You felt bad, as you are experiencing something like she is experiencing right now.

Looking around, you tried to find Myung-gi again, but to no avail, he seems to disappear from where he was before.

"If you wish to participate in the games, then please sign the player consent form." The square guard announced.

Player 196 grabbed your arm and dragged you off to form a line. She pulled you in front of her then hugged your shoulders.

"We're gonna make it out from this games, alright?" She enthusiastically said. You nodded in response with a smile.

After signing the consent forms, 196 grabbed your arm again and pulled you to the side. (Please pretend that Myung-gi isn't behind her, just pretend that Myung-gi is at least 3-4 ft away from ya'll lol)

"196, your name is Kang Mi-na, right?" You asked with a raised brow.

She looked back at you with a cute smile, "Yeah? You like it?" She asked playfully.

You laughed and nodded. "Yeah! Do you mind if I call you Mi-na?"

You both sat down on a random bed side by side. She then shook her head, "No, I don't mind. In fact since you're so cute, I'll even let you call me nicknames."

You stared at her with widened eyes, "Oh! Thank you for saying that. I think you look beautiful too." You complimented, your cheeks turning slightly blushed at her compliment.

She looked at you with narrowed eyes and a pout, "I like you. We're friends now." She said as she side hugged you. "What about you?"

"Hm?"

"Your name, what's your name?"

"... L/n Y/n," you mumbled, holding her arm, "but you can call me anything you want."

Sho looked at you with a genuine smile, "Hey, once we get out here, let's drink some soju and go at theme parks, okay?"

"Okay!"

After Myung-gi signed the form, he moved to the side but was immediately greeted by Thanos and another guy with the number 124. They claimed that they got scammed by MG Coin and thanks to Myung-gi, they bonded together.

"Didn't those fuckers who made that shit-coing flew to the philippines with all the cash they took?" Player 124 scoffed, "What are you doing here? They ditch you too?"

"So what exactly do you want-?"

Before Myung-gi could finish, Thanos harshly grabbed a hold pf his nape with fury on his face.

You turned your head after hearing all the gasps from. Curious, you turned to look at what's happening but couldn't see anything from the people barricading the view.

Cautiously, you made your way behind the lines in order to see what was happening. You have a nagging feeling on your chest that something was wrong and you wont risk that feeling.

Player 196 followed you closely behind, constantly asking you where you were going and what you're doing.

"You'd be a fucking idiot!"

Was all you heard at the moment. That voice sounded familiar so you fastened your movements. "Excuse me." You mumbled to anyone who's at your front.

You finally made it to the corner and you saw purple hair and... unexpectedly, your boyfriend.

As Thanos was about to throw a punch at him, player 124 stopped him. "Who, chill, bro! Time out, time out, time out!"

Then without wasting a second, you approached them but before you could, player 196 grabbed you. She shook her head, silently telling you not to intervene.

Thanos let go of Myung-gi and after a second, he turned back and walked away. Leaving Myung-gi alone.

As he neared you and Player 196, he winked. Player 196 did the bother to bat an eye.

Myung-gi scoffed, but his face softened when he finally saw you looking at him.

196 let go of your arm. As if it was an instinct, you ran up to myung-gi, grabbing his face and checking if he had any injuries.

"Myung-gi! Are you alright? Shit! I was so worried." You frantically exclaimed, constantly grabbing his face, shoulder and arms.

"Y/n.."

You ignored him as you just continued ti ask him and check him.

"Y/n!"

That made you stop.

You looked at him. "Myung-gi..."

He looked at you sternly, "What are you doing here?" He grabbed your arms gently, "You're not supposed to be here!" He whispered yelled.

"I-" You couldn't form any words.

Just then, the square guard spoke again. "If all players are done signing the consent form, we will move on to the first game."

After taking a quick picture for identity, everyone climbed up the stairs to move on to the first game.

Once everyone was there, you were greeted with huge green doors, the doors opened and everyone immediately went in only to see a large empty area, and a huge doll with two guards beside it.

Myung-gi gripped your hands tight. "Don't do far from me, okay?" He told you with worry laced on his voice.

You nodded, "Okay, I promise, I won't."

The doors behind loudly closed, and soon followed an automated voice of a woman. "Welcome to the first game. You will be playing Red Light, Green Light."

"Seriously? A kid's game?" Myung-gi muttered, his hand still on yours.

"I wouldn't call it as just "a kid's game". There's something fishy going on here." You muttered back at him as you continue listening to the automated voice.

"Everyone!" A guy suddenly yelled.

You looked at the front, 'What is it now?'

"Everybody, you need to pay attention! Listen up!" He yelled loudly. Everyone quieted down.

"I'm gonna tell you something and you gotta listen close!" He continued, "This isn't just a game, it's more than that. If you move after "red light," you're going to be shot!!!"

Everyone chuckled at that, finding it funny that someone can joke about that at this hour.

However, you and Myung-gi looked at each other. It sounds ridiculous, but he looks too sure about it.

'What if...'

"I swear, if they catch you moving, you're gonna be killed! They're gonna shoot you because there's guns in the walls!"

"There's no way that it's true." Myung-gi mumbled.

"He reminds me of when my dad was drunk and he thought he saw aliens above the sky," you chuckled, letting go of Myung-gi to hug yourself as it was starting to get colder.

'When is this game gonna start. Seriously?'

"What is this bullshit?"

"I think he's just trying to freak people out! Then he wouldn't have to share the money. He could win all of it."

"Hey, you bastard, you're not fooling us!"

The doll moved and that made everyone stop their murmuring.

Then it shouted, "Green light!"

Everyone immediately ran.

"Red light!"

Player 456 moved his hand to motion for us to stop.

Myung-gi spoke not far from behind me, "y/n, be careful"

You hummed, not wanting to move in fear that whatever this guy was saying is true.

No body moved, as 456 instructed us clearly.

"Green light!"

Moving a few steps to the front, Myung-gi took hold of your hand.

"Red light!"

"FREEZE!"

You flinched, shocked from the louder shout of the guy. At this point, he'll be the one to kill you.

You held still, the bad feeling on your gut still evident.

"Green light!"

Few steps to the front.

"Red light!"

Player 456 shouted, "Hold Still!"

Not even a few seconds passed, "green light!"

"Red light!"

"Green light!"

"Red light!"

The exchange between player 456 and the doll has becoming ridiculous now, but no one has been eliminated yet, so you were thankful for him.

A few more green light, red light and no one was still eliminated.

Until, "Red light!"

BANG!

Everyone flinched, you moved your eyes in search for whoever got eliminated.

You gasped, tears threatening to run out of your eyes.

Player 196!

You continued to stare as blood pooled around her head, having been clearly shot in the head.

Beside her was Thanos who stared in shock but refuses to move a muscle, in fear of being next.

Suddenly, people started panicking after seeing the dead body, they tried their best to run away from the field and onto the green doors, but to no avail, they all got shot.

Myung-gi held your hand tighter.

Continuing the game, player 456 instructed everyone to move behind someone bigger as the doll wont be able to see if you got covered even if you move.

Myung-gi moved you behind him as he himself moved behind someone.

"Green light!"

"Red light!"

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

"Green light!"

"Red light"

"Green light!"

"Red light!"

You groaned, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

"Y/n! Are you okay? Just- just hold on a little longer..." Myung-gi spoke as you clutched his jacket.

"Green light!"

"Red light"

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

"Green light!"

"Red light"

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

As if time slowed, you jumped to the pink line, signifying that you now passed the game.

You clutched your stomach as Myung-gi immediately went to comfort you. You couldn't help but cry as everything is going down hill now.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm here."

Myung-gi said, as he continue to pat your head.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you. It's okay."

BANG!

[kdram-chjh]

Kdrama: Squid Game (Season 2) (2024)

《오징어 게임》 시즌2 참가자들, 트레이닝복 준비 완료 | 오징어 게임 시즌2

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/D9ixIkHD9_c

[oohbuggypie]

not lore accurate moon-jo smiled 10x more than myung-gi ever did

[k-star-holic]

Ji Young-san sleeps with his former wife Park Joo-Mi Sleepless nights ⁇ Lady Two Australian Cattle Dog ⁇

[bareums]

Im Siwan as Player 333, Lee Myeong Gi || Squid Game 2 (2024)

[creamecafe]

Squid Game Men Masterlist

╰┈➤ Squid Game Masterlist

╰┈➤ Main Masterlist

╰┈➤

Most active with requests:

Thanos

Lee Myung Gi

Front Man/Hwang In-Ho

Individual Masterlists

🔜 Seong Gi-hun Masterlist

🔜 Cho Sang Woo Masterlist

🔜 Hwang Jun Ho Masterlist

🔜 Front Man/Hwang In-ho Masterlist

🔜 Abdul Ali Masterlist

🔜 The Salesman Masterlist

🔜 Thanos (Player 230) Masterlist

🔜 Kang Dae-Ho Masterlist

🔜 Lee Myeong-gi (Player 333) Masterlist

🔜 Min-su (Player 125) Masterlist

🔜 Nam gyu (Player 124) Masterlist

Headcanons

🔜 How Squid Game Men Ask You Out

Squid Game Men + Who Their Jealous of

🔜 Squid Game + What Their Favorite Thing About You Is

🔜 How Squid Game Men Would React to Someone Harassing You

🔜 Squid Game Men Would React to You calling them by Their First Name When You're Angry

How Squid Game Men Would React to You Flinching During a Argument

How Squid Game Men

🔜 How Squid Game Men Would React To Having To One Bed

🔜 How Squid Game Men Would React to Reader Whose Taller Than Them

🔜 How Squid Game Men Would React to Reader Whose Shorter Than Them

[freakynote]

ABOUT ME ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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THINGS I WRITE

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female oc x male character

different types of headcanons

oneshots ( fluff ,angst… )

fanfictions

how characters would react to

nsfw alphabet

sfw alphabet

chats / smaus

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FANDOMS / CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

I also write for other fandoms and characters, just send a request <3 My favorite fandoms are written in pink!

death note — l lawliet ,light yagami ,near ,mihael keehl ( mello ) ,teru mikami ,mail jeevas ( matt )

alice in borderland — shuntarõ chishiya ,ryõhei arisu ,suguru niragi ,daikichi karube ,morizono aguni ,õki yaba ,sunato banda

game of thrones — jon snow ,jaime lannister ,robb stark ,viserys targaryen ,oberyn martell ,tyrion lannister ,podrick payne ,eddard stark ,bronn ,petyr baelish ,ramsay bolton

house of the dragon — daemon targaryen ,aegon targaryen ,aemond targaryen ,jacaerys velaryon ,cregan stark ,lucerys velaryon ,benjicot blackwood

vikings — ragnar lothbrok ,bjorn lothbrok ,ivar the boneless ,ubbe ,rollo ,harald finehair ,hvitserk

cobra kai / karate kid — miguel diaz ,robby keene ,eli moskowitz ( hawk ) ,kwon jae-sung ,axel kovačević ,sensei wolf ,terry silver ,daniel larusso , johnny lawrence

the walking dead — daryl dixon ,rick grimes ,negan smith ,carl grimes

the boys — homelander ,the deep ,soldier boy ,billy butcher

squid game — thanos ( player 230 ) ,salesman ,hwang in-ho ( front man | player 001 ) ,lee myeong-gi ( player 333 ) ,hwang jun-ho ( policeman )

all of us are dead — lee cheong-san ,yoon gwi-nam ,lee su-hyeok ,han gyeong-su ,jang woo-jin

jujutsu kaisen — satoru gojo ,megumi fushiguro ,choso ,mahito ,sukuna ,toji fushiguro ,suguru geto ,yuji itadori ,yuta okkutsu ,takuma ino

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[marixrose]

Since I haven't posted anything in a LONG time, I wanted to post the full Thanos (from Squid Game) fanfic I wrote for my wattpad.

If you like it feel free to check the other ones similar to it on my wattpad, my user is riatoleratesit.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

There was a time when I had everything. Money. Fame. Power. People worshiped me, hung onto my every word, trusted that I was a genius because I told them I was. And I believed it too—until I lost everything.

It started with a YouTuber. Lee Myeong-gi. His videos made it all sound so easy. Put your money in, wait for the rise, cash out big. He talked fast, like he was always one step ahead, flashing his wealth like a goddamn neon sign. And like an idiot, I followed.

At first, I won. The rush was unreal. I doubled, tripled my investment, and I got cocky. More money meant bigger bets, bigger risks. But then the crash came, fast and merciless. I didn’t just lose money—I lost my family’s money, the money I swore would take care of them. My parents cut me off, my friends vanished, and soon, the creditors were at my door. My name became a joke, whispered behind hands, ridiculed in the same online spaces where I was once praised.

Now, I sit on a near-empty subway, staring blankly at my reflection in the window. I look like hell—hollowed-out cheeks, dark circles, a man on the edge. The train slows, and a man in a sharp suit sits across from me, placing a briefcase on his lap. He smiles.

“Would you like to play a game?” he asks, pulling out two folded squares of paper—blue and red. “For every win, I’ll give you 10,000 won. If you lose, I get to slap you.”

I stare at him, then at the money he pulls from his jacket. It’s more than I’ve seen in months. I clench my fists, jaw tightening. What kind of scam is this?

But then again, what do I have to lose?

I picked up the red square.

The first slap is sharp, stinging my cheek, but I don’t care. I grit my teeth, try again. Another slap. Another. Then—finally—I win. The rush is addictive, almost like the old days, when I was on top of the world. I win again. And again. The man hands me the cash, and for the first time in forever, I feel a sliver of control.

Then he hands me a card. Plain, with a circle, triangle, and square. On the back, a phone number.

“If you’d like to play a bigger game,” he says smoothly, “call this number.”

I take it without hesitation.

Back in my dingy apartment, I sit on the floor, the card burning in my hand. My thoughts swirl, but one rises above the rest: Lee Myeong-gi did this to me. He ruined my life.

I pull out my phone, dial the number.

“Name and age to participate,” a voice states. Voice cold, yet collected. Almost sending shivers down my spine. I had no time for fear. 

A slow grin spreads across my face. This isn’t just about money anymore. This is a chance to claw my way back, to take control, to make them all regret ever doubting me.

“Choi Su-bong. Call me Thanos. Age 26.”

This time, I’ll be the one who wins.

I will fight my way back to the top. No matter what it takes. 

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I watch as my mother sets a small bag at my feet, her lips pressed into a thin line. My father doesn’t even look at me. The house I grew up in—the only place I’ve ever known—no longer belongs to me.

“There just isn’t enough space,” my mother says, softer than before. “Your brother needs his own room. We can’t afford to take care of you too.”

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. I want to argue, to say that I could find a job, that I could make myself smaller, quieter. But deep down, I know it wouldn’t matter. I was always the extra piece, the one that didn’t fit.

So I leave.

I walk for hours, my body numb. When the sun sets, I find myself in the subway station, too tired to keep going. I sink onto a bench, hugging my knees to my chest. My stomach growls, but I ignore it. Maybe if I sleep, I’ll figure something out tomorrow.

“Excuse me, miss.”

I look up, startled. A man in a suit stands before me, holding a briefcase. His smile is warm but unreadable.

“Would you like to play a game?” he asks, holding out two squares of folded paper. One red, one blue. Ddakji. “For every win, I’ll give you 10,000 won.”

Money. Enough to buy food, maybe even a place to stay for the night. I hesitate, but then I nod.

My hand reached for the red square. The feeling felt oddly familiar even though I haven’t played this game in years.

The first slap is humiliating, but I push through. I win a round, then another. The man hands me crisp bills, and my hands shake as I clutch them. He slides a card toward me.

“If you’d like to play a bigger game,” he says, his voice calm, “call this number. You couldn’t win enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life. Somewhere that isn’t this subway station.”

I stare at the simple card—circle, triangle, square. A number on the back. I don’t want to. I want to believe I can find another way, that this isn’t my only option.

But when the hunger pangs return, I know the truth.

I use the last of my coins to call from a pay phone. I couldn’t afford a phone, not without a job. I’m just a student who is in loads of student debt. The line clicks.

“Name and age to participate.”

I hesitate, my throat tight. My hands tremble as I grip the receiver. There’s no thrill in this for me. Just resignation. Just survival.

“Y/N L/N. Age 24.”

A sinking feeling settles in my stomach as the call ends. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to play. But I have nowhere else to go.

When I finish the call I use the money I win to get myself something to eat. I had no idea where to go from there. 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The first thing I notice is the cold. A dull, sterile chill that seeps through the fabric of my clothes, making my skin prickle. My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I don’t recognize anything. Blinding fluorescent lights glare down at me, and the faint hum of ventilation buzzes in my ears. The last thing I remember is—

A party. A Halloween party. Laughter, music, the warmth of alcohol on my tongue. Then—nothing. Just a blank void where my memories should be.

My head throbs as I push myself up, blinking away the fog. I glance down at myself and freeze. I’m wearing something unfamiliar—an oversized teal jumpsuit zipped up to my neck. My hands tremble as I trace the fabric, my breath hitching when I see the number printed on my chest: 231.

What the hell is going on?

I whip my head around, taking in my surroundings. The room is massive, stretching endlessly with towering stacks of metal bunk beds. Rows upon rows of people in identical teal jumpsuits stir awake, groggy and confused. Murmurs ripple through the space, turning into frantic whispers, then outright panic. Some people sit up abruptly, clutching their heads. Others scramble off their bunks, eyes darting around the room like trapped animals.

A woman nearby lets out a shriek. “Where the hell am I?!”

The question hangs heavy in the air. No one has an answer.

I clutch my arms, my pulse racing. This isn’t a dream. This isn’t some weird party prank. This is real.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕  

By the time the screaming starts, I’m already awake.

I had woken up minutes ago, disoriented but alert, my instincts kicking in before my mind could catch up. I’ve been observing—taking in the endless rows of bunk beds, the bizarre geometric patterns on the walls, the eerie sterile lighting. It reminds me of an ant farm, the kind kids poke at with fascination. Only now, I’m the one inside the glass.

I sit up, rolling my shoulders. My body feels stiff, but I ignore it. The more pressing concern is where I am and why. The last thing I remember is making the call. Signing up for a game. But I don’t remember how I got here.

A commotion near the massive metal doors at the far end of the room makes me snap to attention. The crowd quiets—if only slightly—as the doors slide open with a low mechanical groan.

A group of figures step inside, dressed in pink jumpsuits and black masks.*m They move in sync, faceless and rigid. My gaze locks onto the one in the center, distinguishable by the square on his mask while the others bear triangles. The boss, I assume.

The square-masked man takes a step forward and speaks, his voice calm yet authoritative. “Welcome, players. You have all been brought here to participate in a series of games. Six games in total. The final winner will be rewarded with 45.6 billion won.”

A murmur spreads through the crowd. People exchange glances, confusion melting into cautious intrigue.

45.6 billion won.

My heart beats a little faster. That’s more money than I could ever dream of. More than enough to wipe out my debts and take back everything I lost. Six games. That’s all.

I smirk to myself. How hard could it be?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The guards standing in front of us gave me a very eerie feeling. A feeling I couldn’t put into words. The pit in my stomach grew as I heard their voices. They sound robotic, not human, and I didn’t like that one bit. 

I was questioning the legitimacy of their claim. 45.6 Billion won is not easy to come by, let alone just give away to players who win six games. 

My mind ran a thousand miles an hour trying to comprehend it all. We all look like prisoners, same outfits with numbers. It’s as if we are people to them, just a number and a face. 

My breath caught in my throat as the guard started to talk again. I engraved their silhouettes in my mind. Pink jumpsuits with black masks, all triangles expect the one in the middle. He wore a square. It made me think back to the card— triangle, square, circle. 

“You will all now sign a player contract, please form three lines and the guards will give you a pen to sign your name. If you wish to participate you must sign, failure to do so will get you eliminated.” I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel him staring into my soul. I didn’t like this at all. 

All the players silently took their places in one of the three lines, as did I. I stood in line behind a man with purple hair. I thought it was interesting, I wonder to myself the reason behind it. 

This aura felt off, like he was genuinely happy to be here. I could sense a hint of anger behind it all though. 

With nothing better to do with my time, I tap his shoulder. He turned around, with a face of disgust. Despite that I could see his handsome features, sharp jawline and pretty eyes. 

“I am sorry to disturb you sir, but I was wondering about your hair.” I say, trying not to look too eager to hear his reply. 

His face relaxed and clouds shadowed his eyes. I could still sense he didn't like me talking to him. I could also tell there was a deeper meaning behind the color. 

“I just felt like it, why? You don’t like it?” He said, giving me a smirk. Not in a playful way, more of a threatening way. 

“No! I think it looks very nice, I was just wondering what made you choose purple. Why not pink or red?” I say, trying to defend myself. I got myself in a sticky situation. The last thing I want to do is piss off the players I am going to be forced to compete against. 

Of course there is the option to not sign the contract and be “eliminated” whatever that may mean. But the situation I was in outside of these walls required me to try to win this money, even if I lose it is worth a shot. The money could be life changing--altering even-- if the money is real of course. 

I still had my doubts. 

We both moved up in line before he gave me a reply, “Stop asking questions you don’t want the answers to girl. I’ve only shared a few words with you and I can already tell that I don’t like you. So what do you say we go our separate ways and leave each other alone.”

Although I heard his words correctly, there was a part of me that highly doubted he would leave me alone. He seems like the type of person to hold a grudge, for a very, very long time. Even though I don’t think I did anything wrong, who knows what’s going through his head. 

“Can I at least get your name?” I ask, softly. I don’t want him to feel threatened by me, because he shouldn’t. This is all going way out of proportion. 

“The names Thanos,” He says, glancing back at the front of the line. I hear the people behind me start to whisper to each other. I hear them talking about him, I don’t hear them saying anything nice though.

The silence stretches on for a while until there are only a few more players in front of us to sign the contract. 

“Aren’t you going to ask for my name?” I ask him, breaking the silence he tried oh so hard to keep. 

“I don’t care what your name is.” His voice was cold, and this time I sensed more anger. He is really bad at hiding his emotions. 

“Well, it’s Y/N if you ever need it.” I respond, trying to ignore his comment. We’ve only been awake maybe thirty minutes and he is already choosing to hate people. He doesn’t even know me! Not like he cares anyways. 

“I’ll just call you sugar, because that's the only name I am going to remember you by. Your glittery pink makeup says enough about you.” He says before singing his contract.

I gently touch my face and feel the makeup I had on at the Halloween party, seems like whoever changed us into these clothes forgot to wipe it off--or they didn’t care. 

I was wearing a cute bunny outfit and did my makeup light pink because that is the only color I own. Damn them guards, now I am going to look like pinky pie from my little pony until I get access to some water to wipe this off.

When he is done signing his contract he walks away without a word, and I am too embarrassed about my makeup that I don’t even try to say anything back. 

It is now my turn to sign the contract, and all the feeling of embarrassment leaves my body and is replaced with a feeling I cannot describe. I feel fear and on edge as I read over the contract. 

We are not responsible for players who result in death, and will not offer support to families of said players. I read. 

If these games are harmless, why must they add this. Seemingly having no other choice, I pick up the pen and sign my name.

As I walk away from the line I can’t help the instant regret. 

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

That girl in line was annoying, I can’t even remember her name. She asked about my hair, and I didn’t think she was worthy enough to know the answer. 

I heard the people start to talk about me from behind her when I told her my name, but it seems like she had no idea who I was. For once it was nice to not be mocked or see the face of disgust upon someone's face when I told them who I was.

One thing I know for sure is that she is weak, and if there comes a time where we need to get rid of the weaklings, I’m going to make sure to go after her. 

Her E/C eyes seemed way too bright for a place like this, and I am going to be the one to set that fire out.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Time goes by strangely here. What feels like 5 hours is really one, but I couldn’t tell you that truthfully because there aren’t any clocks in here either. No sense of time is overwhelming.

We finished signing our contracts, and all the players are now just standing in the middle of the dormitory. We’re all confused, and unprepared for what is to come next. 

The guards collect all the contracts and two leave the room. I assume they're bringing the contracts to their boss. 

I didn’t care to read over the contract, for all I know I signed my life over to a cult. The only thing in my mind is the money, that’s the only reason why I am here. Nothing else matters, and I am going to do anything and everything to win.

The guard with the square mask begins to speak again, his tone just as robotic as the other times he has spoken. “The first game will begin shortly, in the meantime prepare yourself and choose your allies wisely.” And all the guards proceeded to leave the room. 

The statement makes me feel unsettled, but nonetheless I take a look around the room. I scan over the faces of everyone my eyes land on. The variety of players is astonishing.

There are old and young men and women, a mix of all. This has to be some kind of elder abuse. Some look so old that it’s hardly believable that they can still walk. 

One player in particular catches my eye, 333. 

It’s him. 

Lee Myeong-gi. 

The man responsible for my life going to shit, and me having to live through this hell. The one who caused my downfall and for my name to become a laughing stock. 

I feel anger slowly but fully consume me. I start to make my way over to him. 

I push my way through the players to get to him, not caring about who is in my way. 

When I finally reach him, I only have one question on my tongue. 

“Do you know who I am?” I ask, voice rough. So much built up anger, it’s about to overflow. 

He turns to look at me, and the sight of his face makes me want to punch it. He gives me a confused look. 

“No? I’m sorry, should I?” The same voice I listened to for hours straight trying to get those wins. I hate it. 

I feel my face heat up, “The name’s Thanos. You screwed me over with your shitty Crypto plans.” 

His eyes show a sign of recognition and he takes a step back. “Hey man, I lost everything too. I wasn’t smart and It’s not my fault you decided to trust someone online.”

I take a step towards him, “I am not the only one you screwed over, there are hundreds, maybe thousands of people whose lives are now hell because of you.”

His face shows a hint of fear, and I can’t help but feel pleased with that. He shutters back as I step closer to him, the anger must be very evident. 

I hated this man with my entire being, he’s a good for nothing son who ruined everyone’s lives. 

“It’s just YouTube, I never asked for everyone to be a part of what I was doing. You had your own free will. Don’t pin the way your life turned out on me.” His words push me over the edge and I punch him. 

The crowd around us gasps and backs away, all except one person. The girl from earlier. I don’t bother to look at her too long before throwing another punch. 

I hit him again and again. All the anger, the pain, the frustration all being received through these punches. I can’t hold myself back, and if someone doesn’t stop me I am going to kill him. 

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I pause. I look down at Myeong-gi, his face covered in blood. He must have a broken nose at least, and a couple of bruises. 

I turn my head to see the one who made me stop, and it’s her again. Her face looks confused, angry even, but overall understanding. 

“I think you taught him his lesson, why don’t you stop now?” Sugar says to me. 

Her words make me more angry for some reason. Why is some person I literally just met trying to give me sympathy and save a stranger's life? 

“Shut up, and go away you pest.” I say pushing her back. 

She fell to the ground hard, and the crowd grew angry. I didn’t mean to push her so hard. 

“Hey man! Why did you need to hurt that girl? She did nothing wrong!” 

“Dude! That’s totally not cool.”

“Leave the young lady out of this!”

A few younger women came to help her off the ground, players 222 and 380. 

I didn’t bother defending myself, what’s the point if I am going to end up losing anyways. 

I got off of Myeong-gi and made my way over to one of the beds. 

I played down ignoring the pestering of the players who came up to me. They nah me for what I did, but I didn’t give the satisfaction of a response back. 

After a while they went away to do their own things, and to leave me alone. 

I felt a strange feeling in my chest, a feeling I hadn’t known for a long time. Guilt. 

I really didn’t mean to hurt her, I would never hurt a woman. If anything my mom taught me stuck with me, it was that. 

Now I have to deal with feeling guilty and trying to find a way to make it up to her. 

“The first game begins in 5 minutes.” 

I push all my thoughts aside and focus on my goal. The money. 

There’s no time for feelings, because when those are involved someone is bound to get hurt. 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The pain in my chest went away when I heard the robotic overcome voice announced when the first game would be starting. I felt sore in the areas that I hit when I fell, my butt was going to bruise for sure. 

It was a sacrifice I was willing to make for that man’s life. We haven’t even been in here a whole day and that Thanos guy was already trying to kill people. I don’t know the history he has with that guy, player 333, but was it really worth his life?

The guards entered the room again, leading us into a room that was too colorful for a place like this. Bright pink, yellow, and blues plagued my vision as we lined up. 

“You all have to individually get your photos taken.” The square guard said. 

One by one the players went up and took their photos. Some smiled, some kept a straight face. 

When I glanced over near Thanos he had a group of people surrounding him. It was as if he was famous, was I missing something here? 

When it came my turn to take my photo, I chose not to smile. I almost died from embarrassment seeing the reflection of my still very clear pink makeup from the Halloween party still plastered on my face. 

I tried to wipe it off with my hands, but failed. It’s my fault for choosing to wear waterproof makeup. 

When all the players finished taking their photos we followed the guards up the stairs in a single file line. When we finally reached where we were supposed to go, massive metal doors groaned as they slid open, revealing a vast outdoor field bathed in an eerie golden glow. 

The walls stretched high, painted to look like a blue sky with fluffy clouds—almost childlike, almost inviting, but I knew better than to trust appearances. A distant tune played on a loop, cheerful yet unsettling, as hundreds of players stepped forward hesitantly, clad in identical teal tracksuits.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears. Red Light, Green Light. The name alone sent a cold chill through me. This was a game for children—why did it feel like life or death?

The enormous doll at the other end of the field turned its head with a mechanical whir, and a voice rang out:

"Mugunghwa kkoci pieot seumnida."

The moment "Green Light" was called, players surged forward. I ran too, my breath short and quick, feet pounding against the dirt. Then—

"Red Light."

I froze mid-step. A sharp gasp filled the air, followed by a sickening thud. I turned my head slightly and saw a man sprawled on the ground.

Then came the scream.

The red stain spread across his chest like spilled ink, his body completely still. Someone else moved—another bang, another body crumpled. The air grew thick with terror.

The players exploded into chaos. Someone shoved past me, desperate to get ahead. Another tripped and fell, taking down two others. I struggled to keep my balance, my muscles locked tight with fear.

I caught sight of Thanos standing a few feet ahead. Unlike the others, he wasn’t panicking. He was watching. Calculating. But when his gaze landed on Player 333, something in his expression twisted into pure hatred.

Why? What was it about that guy that made Thanos seethe with so much rage?

"Green Light." 

The game resumed. I forced myself forward, dodging past players who had lost all composure. Someone grabbed my arm, yanking me back as they stumbled. I barely managed to wrench free before the next "Red Light" locked us in place again.

I wanted to scream, to run, to wake up from this nightmare, but there was no waking up. There was only surviving.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I stood motionless, barely breathing. The game was cruel—brilliant, but cruel. Panic was a weapon just as deadly as the gunfire. The weak ones were falling apart, making mistakes, getting eliminated one after another.

I smirked. Idiots.

I was already thinking ahead, assessing who would make it and who wouldn’t. That’s when I spotted Player 333. My hands curled into fists.

Him.

He hadn’t noticed me yet, but I had my eyes locked on him. If I survived this, I’d make sure he didn’t.

"Mugunghwa kkoci pieot seumnida."

The players inched forward. I noticed Y/N struggling, her movements hesitant, afraid. She glanced at me, eyes filled with questions I had no interest in answering. I didn’t like her. Something about her irritated me—maybe it was her persistence, her need to understand things that didn’t concern her.

"Green Light."

I surged forward, every step calculated, controlled. The timer was running down, and the finish line was still too far. The weak ones wouldn’t make it. That was just reality.

As we neared the final stretch, I heard Y/N's sharp intake of breath. Someone had grabbed her again, using her as a shield. The look on her face was pure panic, but I didn’t care.

"Red Light."

More gunshots. More bodies. More chaos.

I was going to win this game. No matter what.

The final stretch was in sight. The doll's head turned again, scanning for movement. I focused ahead, ignoring the panicked sobs and pleas around me. With each passing round, fewer players remained standing.

"Green Light."

I pushed forward, my legs burning from the effort. Y/N was just behind me, her breaths ragged but determined. Despite my irritation with her, I had to admit—she wasn’t as weak as I thought. She wasn’t like the others who fell apart at the first sign of danger.

"Red Light."

I halted just inches from the finish line. The gunfire behind me was deafening. Y/N was still standing, her wide eyes locked on mine. For a split second, I thought she wouldn’t make it.

"Green Light."

She lunged forward just as I stepped over the white line. The moment her foot touched safety, the game ended.

Silence.

Then, the remaining players—those who had survived—let out shaky breaths, their faces pale, their bodies trembling. The massive doors leading back inside creaked open. The nightmare wasn’t over.

It had only just begun.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 — 𝐗 𝐨𝐫 𝐎

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

This is a slaughterhouse. They made us come here thinking we had a chance of getting out of our shitty lives just to come here and live through worse. They’re killing us like it is nothing. 

As the remaining players entered the dormitory we all walked in silence. Some went to their beds. Other ls gathered in small groups to talk about what happened. 

Me? I sat at the counter of the room not having time to be grateful I made it out. I managed to win right when the timer hit zero. Who knows how many close calls I have left. I could very well die in the next game. 

My eyes scanned over the players, it wasn’t hard to spot him with his purple hair, Thanos. He was sitting on the stairs talking with player 124. From the looks of it they are going to be very good friends. 

I didn’t understand the deal with the guy, and his hatred for player 333. I know it really isn’t any of my business but I have this dire need to know. To understand really. I have this feeling that maybe it would explain his behavior, and coldness towards those around him. 

That’s what bothers me, why is he cold to everyone — but player 124? What does he have that the rest of the people here don’t. 

My breath catches in my throat as I hear the familiar sound of the big metal doors opening. I don’t move an inch and watch the pink guards waltz into the room. 

Many players take a step back, others hide behind the beds as if that will protect them from the bullets. They’re all scared, so am I. I can only see one person who looks happy to see them. Thanos. 

From where I’m sitting I can still see the bright glimmer in his eyes as his gaze focuses on the guards. I notice the soft smirk plastered across his face as well. I almost feel sick. 

What happiness and joy could he possibly feel when all of those players died in that game. A game. People lost their lives because they lost a children’s game. 

“Congratulations players on completing the first game. Here are the number of remaining players,” the guard pauses, and all our focus goes to the big screen above the guards. The number that was once 456 quickly goes down to 356. 

100. 100 lives taken out there in cold blood. What about their families, friends, children? I couldn’t stand to think about it. 

“100 players were eliminated in the last game.” The guard finishes. 

Before he can say anything else one of the older players gets on her knees and begs.

“Please sir! Can you let us leave? I didn’t know what I was signing up for. I’d rather suffer in my debt than die!” Player 149 pleas.

Other players follow suit and get on their knees and beg. Soon enough it seems like more than half the players are on their knees, but I didn’t see a point in trying. 

If they were cold enough to take all those lives, what makes them empathic enough to let the rest of us go alive?

“As stated in the contract, after every game there will be a vote. Players can choose if they wish to stay or leave. Before we vote, I would like to focus your attention on the piggy bank above you.” The guard says while hitting a button. 

What looks to be a glass piggy bank emerges from the title in the ceiling, and it slowly lowers itself. 

“100 players eliminated which means 1 billion won is in the prize pool.” As he said the words, chunks of money started falling into the piggy bank. I couldn’t believe my eyes. So the money was very much real, and it was just out of reach. 

As I still sit in the corner I pull my knees closer to my chest, I didn’t like this. 

“Now, we will begin the vote. If you wish to leave the prize money will be split evenly among the remaining players. Which means everyone will go home with 2,808,988 million won.” The guard explained. As he said this another guard opened the big metal doors and entered with a machine. From the looks of it, it had two buttons. 

“If you wish to leave, hit X. If you wish to stay, hit O. Players will vote in descending order, starting with player 456.” The guard finished off. 

I get up from the corner and join the rest of the group. If we’re going in descending order that means my vote will be before Thanos. 

As I join the players standing near the back of the room I watch as player 456 goes up to take his vote. As if wasting no time we all hear a buzz, indicating hit hit X. 

Players begin to go up and vote as their number is called, and buzzes begin to fill our ears. The numbers were quickly becoming more pronounced as X had 30 and O had 45. 

It was as if the odds were against us and greed had overtaken us. I wanted to leave, when It’s my turn to take my vote I will hit the X. 

It was almost my turn when I heard player 340 be called. I take a breath and look around. 

Thanks somehow found his way next to me, and player 124 glued to his side. 

“Hey sugar, see you made it through the first game.” His voice filled me with a feeling I hadn’t felt for a long time. Anger. 

“You would know since I was running right behind you.” I say coldly. All my respect and kindness for the man flew out the window a long time ago. Except there aren’t any windows in this room. 

“Hey now, no need to act all mean.” He says, tacking a pout.

“You’re a monster” I whisper yells at him, “you had a nasty grin on your face when all those people died. You had bright eyes as you saw the guards who murder all those people. Only a monster would find joy out of that.”

His face slowly turned cold, “Monster? I’m only trying to survive. I came here for one thing, and one thing only—the money. And I will get it no matter how many dead bodies I need to walk over. You think kindness is going to save you? Think again sugar.”

His words ignited something in me, and I wanted nothing more than to slap some sense into him. 

I heard my player number be called just in time, and I made my way up. I hit the X, but it was as if my vote did not matter the O’s were way ahead. 

I take my place on the X’s side and wait to hear we lose. There was no hope in a place like this. 

A girl next to me looks calm and collected, and I read her player number—380. 

I give her a gentle smile, “Hi, my names Y/N. What’s yours?” 

She looks at me, eyes softening “Se-Mi.”

“That’s a pretty name,” I replied kindly. Maybe if I did have any hope, maybe I could make some friends.  

We make small talk as the remaining players cast their votes. 

We both sighed in defeat as the O’s won. I saw this coming but the disappointment still hit just as hard. 

“Well this sucks, we have to stay and play another game. Who’s to say we survive the next one?” Se-Mi says. 

“Couldn’t agree more.” I say, “Want to chat some more? We can distract ourselves at least.” 

She gives me a nod and we make our way over to some stairs by the beds. On the opposite side of the room Thanos sits with his new friend 124, glaring daggers at me. 

I can’t help but feel uneasy. 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 — 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Everyone seems to calm down as a few hours passes by. Most of us have started making friends or trying to socialize. We all subconsciously stuck to people within our vote. The O’s stayed on one side and only interacted with people who also voted O. Same goes for those who voted X. 

None of us knew what lay ahead, and none of us were prepared. There was one player, however, that was trying to convince everyone he had played these games before.

He had a small group of people around him, and he told them the games he had previously played. Se-Mi and I sat closely, listening but not saying a word. We both looked at each other when he said something completely crazy, and I’m not sure if either of us believed him. 

It was the only thing we had to go on though, so listening to what he had to say couldn’t hurt. 

He said the next game was going to be Honeycomb. There would be four doors in which they had a circle, triangle, star, and umbrella in them. 

He said the umbrella was the hardest and the triangle was the easiest. Players from the O side must have overheard because some of the older ones came over to talk with him. They said they could get through the games if he told them what game was next, and since he survived he could help us all get out of here alive too. 

He got angry, “The games are set up in a way that only one person gets to make it out.”

His words seemed so real that it made the hair on my arms stand up. At this rate if the O’s keep winning there will not be any of us left. Only one makes it out. 

Se-Mi clears her throat to get my attention, “Don’t overthink things you can’t control. Focus on the goal, us getting out of here. Don’t bother trying to figure out things we couldn’t understand. We don’t know what’s ahead, and I get it—it’s scary not being in control. Just stay focused and keep a level mind. With that you already have the advantage over everyone here.”

I smile and thank her for her words. She helped me get back to the world and I’m grateful. Who knows what whirlpool I would have gotten myself into in my own mind. 

The big doors open again, and this time the guards come with food. My stomach growls and I just remember we haven’t eaten since we’ve been here. 

I don’t know why, but I didn’t think they would be nice enough to feed us after the show they gave us out there. But nonetheless I am happy to be able to get some food in my system. 

Me and Se-Mi get up from our spot and join the others in the lines forming. When we reach the front the food they give us almost makes me lose all my appetite. 

It’s one egg and the tiniest bit of rice. After what we went through this is what they thought we were worth. 

I sigh, and bring my place to where me and Se-Mi once were. But it looks like someone else had other plans because in our spot sat Thanos and Player 124. 

Se-Mi was behind me and I could sense her anger, “We were here first, move.”

Thanos smirked, “And what makes you think we’ll do that?” 

I gave him a dirty look, “You’re on the wrong side. This side is for X’s only. And look!” I point to his jacket that has the bright blue circle patch, “You are an O. So beat it.” 

Thanks bites his tongue and gets up, but before we can react player 124 and Thanos throw their food on us. 

I gasp and take a step back, I wince a little at the hot eggs. I place my plate down on a nearby bed and wipe the remaining food off of me, Se-Mi does the same. 

“Karma will come for you two.” Se-Mi says, angrily. Her aura would have anyone in their right mind running for the hills. 

“Yeah? We’ll see about that!” Player 124 said giggling manically. Something seemed off about these two.

When it hits me my eyes go wide, “Are you two high right now?!” I was shocked. How did they manage to have any substances in a place like this? 

Se-Mi goes wide eyed too, giving me a questioning look. She closes her eyes and sighs. “I can see you are both not in your right minds now, so you’re forgiven. Don’t mess with the wrong people here.”

I didn’t forgive them, they had it out for me since the start. But I guess then being high means they didn’t have the balls to do this sober. 

They giggle to each other, “Yo! Let’s team up for the next game!” 

I give a look of disbelief, “Team up with the people who just threw this dinner on us?” 

Se-Mi places her hand on my shoulder to call me down, “We’ll think about it.” 

They walk away and me and Se-Mi take our rightful spots on the stairs. 

I open my food and smile, food at last. I take a bite and another and soon enough my portions are gone in a flash. I didn’t realize how hungry I was. 

Se-Mi was halfway through hers when she said, “Those two really are something else. It would be nice to have a team to help us if we ever get in trouble.” 

I laugh, “We’d be the ones helping them. They're nothing but trouble, they just need disposable people.” 

Se-Mi thinks for a second and nods her head, “Yeah I guess you’re right. Everyone is here for themselves in the end.” 

Why did things have to be like this? If only my parents let me stay I wouldn’t be here.  

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐭?

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

When the alarm went off to wake everyone up, I could not recall anything that had happened after the first game. I remember taking a pill from my necklace, which I am surprised they hadn’t taken. After that everything’s blank. 

I groan and push myself up right in bed, I take a look around and everyone is doing the same thing. None of us want to play another game with our lives out on the line. But it has to be done, for that money. 

That’s all my eyes are set on, I don’t have time for distractions. 

I snap out of my thoughts as the big metal doors open, for what I hope to be the last time. They really are getting annoying. 

The guards walk in with their guns, all high and mighty, and say “The next game is starting, follow us.” 

Do we have any choice? 

We all get out of our beds, although I’m sure most of us would like to get a few more minutes of shut eye. Sugar most of all, her hair looks like a mess, but at least she whipped off that horrible pink makeup she had on. 

I wonder what she was wearing it for. Stop it. I shouldn’t even care. 

We all walked and as if fate was bringing us together again sugar as in front of me. Despite being in that disgusting musty room, she actually smells pretty good. She smells of flowers and honey, something I wouldn’t expect from a girl like her. 

Each step felt like a bus hitting me, I was a little sore from all the stairs from yesterday. I haven’t been able to workout as much as I should have been. The depressive episodes got so bad to the point where I didn’t even leave my bed for days at a time, besides to use the restroom. 

Player 124, Nam-gyu, was right behind me. He annoys me a little, but he seems like someone I can trust. He is able to make me laugh and forget about all my fears about this place. 

He also likes getting high with me, which is nice. Being high alone is never any fun. 

And after what felt like a decade we finally reached the room where the guards were leading us. The room smelt like it just rained. I noticed two track circles in the colors of the rainbow side by side. 

It seems like Player 456 was lying, as far as I could tell I don’t see shaped doors anywhere. 

All the players gathered in the room and waited for instructions, everyone was on edge. 

Before Nam-gyu could say anything to me I opened my cross necklace and popped a pill into my mouth. 

A wicked grin instantly took over my face. I had no Idea what was ahead of us all, all I knew was that I was getting out of here alive. 

The voice over the speakers almost made me jump, “Make teams of five for this next game.” 

Me and Nam-gyu looked at each other and smirked, just needed three more. Both of us looked around the room as all the players rushed to get into their groups. 

My eyes scan the crowd and land on someone, Sugar. She is standing next to her friend from yesterday—last night. 

Oh. 

I remember it now. 

My chest tightens with embarrassment as I recall what I did to them last night.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 

Yet a part of me didn’t feel guilty at all. And a side of me wanted to make things worse. 

“Want to make a bet?” I ask Nam-gyu, smirking. 

He meets my eyes, the same evil smirk on his face, “What are you thinking?” 

“Let’s have Sugar and her friend join our group, and let’s see who can make Sugar fall first.” The idea was brilliant, and would give me a game to play to distract me from my own issues. I know I said no distractions, but I was here to have fun. 

“I like what you’re thinking man! But wait, what if we fall for her?” He asked, looking towards her dumbfounded. 

His words made me realize how little he uses his brain, but how he could be right. The last thing I need is to go falling for some girl in this slaughterhouse. 

“Nevermind that, it won’t happen. You won’t fall for a weak, annoying, and plain girl like her.” I say, brushing off his worries. 

I glanced at the clock, and we had three minutes to make our team. 

“Okay, the bet is on man!” He finalized the deal. 

And things were about to get interesting. 

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Se-Mi and I look around desperately looking for a team to join. The more we look the less hopeful we get. It seems like everyone already has a team besides us.

Just as I was about to give up all hope and just expect my fate, Thanos and his friend walked over to us. 

“Join our team.” Thanos says with a smirk. This can't be good. 

Se-Mi’s face showed her anger, “Not after what you did to us yesterday.”

Thanos’s face changes for a split second, to something I’ve never seen before, guilt. 

“We didn’t mean anything by it, let us make it up to you by helping you win this game.” He tells us. 

I glance at the clock and feel the sinking feeling in my stomach, one minute left. 

I give Se-Mi a look and a shrug, and she looks defeated. “Fine, but you two have to find the fifth person. If there is any more aggression towards us, say good-bye to your chances of survival.” I tell them. 

Thanos and his friend smile, they nod and run off to find the fifth person for our group. 

I didn’t have a good feeling about this at all, but we didn’t have any other options. All the players were already standing in their groups of five, this was our last chance. 

Just as the timer ran out, they brought someone for our group. Player 125, he looked small and scared of the air, but he’ll have to do it. 

“Time is now up, we will not explain the next game.” 

I suck in a breath and hold it, unprepared for what comes next.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The team and I took our spot on the ground in the middle of one of the rainbow circles. The guards were explaining the game to us. 

“You will all be tied at your feet, so you will all have to work together as a team to complete this game.” All the players started to look at each other. Some looked nervous, others smiled and tried to ease the fears in their team. 

“There will be five games that one person in your group will have to play. The games are ddajki, flying stone, gonggi, spinning top, and jegi. Failure to complete these games before the timer runs out will result in elimination.” 

We all knew the true meaning behind the word elimination by now. This game was made to eliminate bigger groups of players at once. I can only imagine the drop in the number of players after this game. 

The groups started looking at each other and planning who would play what game. 

“I can play gonggi. It’s what I am best at and something I am familiar with.” I say to them. Se-Mi nods and says, “I can do spinning top, I used to play it a lot as a child and never missed.”

“I can play flying stone and Nam-gyu here can play ddajki.” Thanos also speaks for his friend. Which left jegi to player 125, which he didn’t complain about. He was silent throughout our entire interaction. 

“What’s your name,” I asked him. 

He turned to look at me, eyes wide, “My name’s Min-su, and yours?”

I gave him a gentle smile, “My names Y/N and my friend here, her name Se-Mi.” He smiled back at us and nodded.

Now all that was left to do was wait for our turn. 

Game after game we watched players fail and die, or finish and live. The more time that passed, the more nervous I got. 

Eventually it was our turn to play and we all walked up to the starting line. Thanos was to my left while Se-Mi was to my right due to the order of the games. I was in the middle of everyone meaning that my game was third. 

I was hoping Thano’s and Nam-gyu were good at the games they picked. The guards buckled our feet together and it made me nervous. I really hope our team is good at coordination. 

Thanos turned to me and smirked, “How does it feel being so close to me, we're basically tied together now sugar.”

I gave him a nasty look, “I would rather be anywhere else right now, you make me sick.”

His face instantly dropped as the guards told us “Go.”

We all focused and started moving together as one.

“One! Two! One! Two! One! Two!” We all chanted.

We reached the area for the first game and Nam-gyu picked up the blue square. He places the red one on the ground. He raised his arm back and slammed the blue square down instantly flipping the red square over. 

We all cheered and started moving again. 

“One! Two! One! Two! One! Two!”

Thano’s looked hopeful in himself as he picked up the rock for the next game. He took a deep breath and focused on his target. He swung his arm a few times before throwing the rock. The stone fell over and we all cheered again, but this time I got nervous--it’s my turn now.

“One! Two! One! Two! One! Two!”

When we reached the gonggi game we all crouched down. I took a breath and calmed my mind, this is no time to panic. I have done this all before, this is not something that is new to me. Memories flooded my mind from my childhood, playing this game with my friends. What I would give to go back.

I picked up the pieces and threw them up for them to fall. With swift motions and flicks of my wrist I easily flow through the game. It was like breathing air to me. The team cheered for me as I landed the five pieces easily on the backside of my hand. For the first time since I’ve been here I felt proud of myself.

The team got up to their feet and we started moving again, “One! Two! One! Two! One! Two!”

Se-Mi looked a little nervous as she picked up the top, but at light lighting speed she wrapped the string around it perfectly. She took a breath and let go of the top and within a few seconds it started to spin. 

Cheers erupted from the teams watching us, and my eyes wandered to the clock. We still had one minute left. Our fate was all on Min-su, and I could tell he was extremely nervous. 

“One! Two! One! Two! One! Two!”

Min-su picked up the jegi and started kicking it. 

“One!” 

He kicked again.

“Two!”

He kicked again.

“Three!”

And this time when he tried to kick again he missed. The players around us groaned and Thanos started to get angry. 

“Hurry and pick it up! We don’t have much time!” He yelled at Min-su.

“Don’t yell at him!” I shouted back, “You got this Min-su just breathe.”

He nodded and picked up the jegi again. He started kicking. 

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

“Four!”

“Five!”

“Six! YEAHHHHH!”

The teams around us cheered for us as we started to move towards the finish line. We had twenty seconds left on the clock. 

“One! Two! One! Two! One! Two!”

As soon as we all walked over the finish line we heard the time run out. I look over to the other team on the other rainbow circle and see them still stuck on the last game. 

I looked away as I heard them begin to beg for their lives but they only got met with a bullet.

I sighed as the guards took the chains off of our legs and we started to walk towards the exit. 

Walking back should feel good, I lived. So why did I still feel guilty for all of those who died back there?

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 - 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬?

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I walked back to the dorm with the others, the high was starting to fade away. Y/N looked distracted, as if her mind was somewhere else. 

I made it my own personal goal to stay beside her, either to destroy her or help her, I didn’t know which. 

When we all made it to the room we sat down together, Y/N and her friend even sat with us. I didn’t know this Min-su before the game, but I can already tell he will be very helpful. Even if it wasn’t in my plan to help him, he would be a useful tool for me. 

“That was a nerve racking game, wasn’t it?” Se-Mi spoke to us, it seems like the misunderstanding from yesterday wasn’t on her mind anymore. Y’N was quiet and looked off into space, she wasn’t going to participate in our conversation. 

“I agree, it definitely wasn’t the game that the old man told everyone about yesterday. He has to be lying about playing these games before.” Nam-gyu spoke with her. 

I got up from my seat and took another one next to Y/N while the other three talked about the last game.

“What’s going on with you?” I asked her, snapping her out of whatever world she was just in. 

“Why do you care?” She snaps at me. 

I shrug, “Maybe I am just trying to befriend you, and you’re making it very hard to.”

She looks angry, “Oh really? Now you want to be friends? That’s what I have been trying to do from the beginning but you have been shutting me down. And I’m making it hard? Ever since we started talking you have made it your mission to make my time here hell, an even bigger one than it already is.”

Her words were true, and I didn’t have a response back to that. It was true, I haven’t been nice to her at all and I thought she was weak and wouldn’t make it to the end game by any means. Even if my intentions haven’t changed, I still don’t want to have an enemy on my back. It would be the best game plan for me to befriend her, win this bet, and use her to help me throughout the next few games. 

“You’re right, but I’m having a change of heart. We could really help each other out during these next few games and if we win we get the cash.” I finally said something back to her. 

I knew she knew I didn’t have the purest intentions but she would also benefit from this alliance.

She takes a moment to think before saying, “Fine. We can be friends. Just don’t try anything or else you’re going to regret it, Thanos.”

Hearing my name from her mouth started something inside me, something I was afraid, something I couldn’t let happen. 

I hold my hand out to her, “Shake on it?”

She gives me a suspicious look and then slowly shakes my hand. 

As soon as our hands parted, the sound of metal doors creaking open filled the room. The guards marched in, their movements mechanical as they pushed carts stacked with trays of food. If you could even call it that.  

"Meal time," one of them announced, his voice muffled behind the black mask.  

I stood up, shoving my hands into my pockets as the players scrambled to grab their share. The food was just as pathetic as before—plain rice, a few wilted vegetables, and a small carton of milk. Not exactly the feast you'd expect for people risking their lives, but I wasn’t complaining. I’ve had worse.  

Y/N grabbed a tray and sat back down with Min-su. I followed, sitting next to her. She didn't look at me, just poked at the rice with her spoon, barely eating.  

"You better eat," I told her. "The next game won't go easy on you if you're weak."  

She sighed but took a small bite, chewing slowly. "I know," she muttered.  

The others in our area talked in hushed voices about the last game, the way it played out, and the fact that the numbers were already dwindling. Then Nam-gyu brought up the thing we were all waiting for.  

"They’re gonna do the vote soon," he said, keeping his voice low. "After two games, they have to let us decide if we want to keep playing or leave."  

Se-Mi scoffed. "As if leaving is an option. If they were going to let us go that easy, they wouldn’t have killed so many people already."  

I said nothing, but I agreed. The vote would happen, sure, but I had a feeling the majority would choose to stay. The prize money hanging over our heads was too tempting.  

Y/N finally looked up at me. "What are you gonna vote?"  

I smirked. "What do you think?"  

She didn’t respond, but I could tell she already knew the answer.  

I wasn’t leaving. Not until I got what I came for.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍 - 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The intercom crackled to life, and the voice that haunted all of our nightmares echoed through the dorm.  

“All players, prepare for the vote. This time, you don’t have to stand in groups on their side of the dorm. Just walk up once called, and return where you want.”

Silence blanketed the room. The only sounds were the shuffling of players adjusting their positions and the occasional nervous whisper.  

We all knew this was coming. 

Guards entered, lining up against the walls, their faceless masks turned toward us like vultures waiting for their prey to drop. At the far end of the room, a large screen flickered to life, displaying the two same options:  

O - Stay 

X - Leave

It was so simple. Just one button. One choice to determine whether we continued playing this twisted game or walked away.

I sat cross-legged on the floor, my back against Se-mi’s. She hadn’t said a word since the announcement, and neither had I. There was nothing to say.  

We were all trapped in our own thoughts, weighing survival against fear.  

“Player 124,” a guard called.  

Nam-gyu.  

I glanced up as he stood. He walked toward the booth like he already knew what he was going to do. His broad shoulders were relaxed, his head high, like he wasn’t afraid of anything.  

When he reached the console, he barely hesitated before pressing O. Stay. 

I exhaled. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Nam-gyu was Thanos’s best friend. If Thanos was staying, so was he.  

He turned around, walking towards the ground of O’s, his expression unreadable.  

“Player 125.”  

Min-su.  

He was trembling as he stepped forward. I already knew what he was going to pick. The moment the buttons lit up, he slammed his palm against X. Leave.  

I clenched my jaw. I don’t blame him. But leaving didn’t guarantee safety. It just meant he’d go back to the same miserable life he came from—only now, he’d have nightmares to go with it.  

The next few players were called. Some chose to stay, some chose to leave. But then—  

“Player 231.”  

My heart nearly stopped.  

I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as I slowly pushed myself to my feet.  

I walked toward the booth, my legs feeling heavier with every step.  

The blue button for O stared back at me. The red button for X felt like it was calling my name.  

I already knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to leave.

I raised my hand over the red button—  

"Leaving doesn’t guarantee safety," a voice murmured.  

My breath hitched.  

I didn’t have to turn to know who it was.  

Thanos.  

He was close. Not too close, but enough that his words felt like they were meant only for me.  

"You leave now, you walk away with little to nothing," he continued, his voice low, calculated. "But if you stay, you have me. You have a way to win."  

I swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the booth. “Why do you care?”  

He exhaled a quiet laugh. “Because it’d be a waste if you left now.”  

I hated him.  

I hated how calm he was. I hated that he spoke like he already knew what I was going to do. I hated that, deep down, I knew he was right.  

Thanos wasn’t a good person. He wasn’t my friend. But he was smart.

And in a game like this, smart people survived.  

I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath—  

And pressed O. Stay. 

The screen above me flashed:  

Player 231 - Stay.

I turned to walk away, but Thanos was still watching me, the corners of his lips tugging into something dangerously close to satisfaction.  

I didn’t know if I had just made a deal with the devil.  

But one thing was certain—there was no turning back now.  

I returned to my spot next to Se-mi, my hands curled into fists. She didn’t look at me, but her voice was sharp when she spoke.  

“Are you serious?” she whispered.  

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Se-mi—”  

“You were going to leave. You told me we were leaving.”  

I turned to face her, but her eyes were locked on the ground. She wasn’t just upset—she was hurt.

Before I could say anything else, the guards called her name.  

“Player 380.”  

She stood up, hesitating for only a second before walking toward the booth.  

I watched as she stared at the buttons.  

She raised her hand—hovered over **X. Leave—but then she clenched her fist and pressed O. Stay.

My stomach twisted.  

When she returned, she didn’t look at me. She just sat down and let out a slow breath.  

“Why?” I asked.  

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”  

But I knew.  

She wasn’t going to leave me behind.  

Even though I had made my choice alone, she had followed.  

For the first time since stepping into this hell, I realized something.  

I wasn’t fighting just for myself anymore.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The stairs stretched before us like a path to nowhere.  

I had climbed these steps before, but they felt different now. Maybe it was the silence—not the eerie, expectant quiet before a game, but something heavier, thicker.

The kind of silence that came after making choices you couldn’t take back.  

I gripped the railing, my knuckles white. Se-mi walked a step behind me, her gaze burning into the back of my skull. She still hadn’t said much since the vote, but she didn’t have to.  

I could feel the weight of her disappointment with every step.  

I shouldn’t care. I had made my choice. I had chosen to stay.

But the way she hesitated before following me up the stairs—like she was considering if I was even worth following anymore—made something cold settle in my stomach.  

Ahead, Thanos climbed without hesitation, Nam-gyu right behind him. As if this was just another day for them.

I hated that I was walking the same path as them.  

“You did the right thing,” Thanos murmured.  

I stiffened. “Don’t.”  

“Don’t what?”  

“Act like you know me.”  

His lips quirked, but there was something unreadable in his eyes. “I don’t have to know you. I just know survival.”  

I scoffed, gripping the railing tighter. “And you think I’ll survive because I stayed?”  

“I think you’ll survive because you made the right alliance.”  

I stopped walking. “I didn’t—”  

“You did,” he interrupted smoothly, turning just enough to meet my glare head-on. “Maybe not intentionally. But it doesn’t matter.”  

I exhaled sharply through my nose, stepping past him to keep climbing.  

“Why does it matter to you anyway?” I muttered.  

He didn’t answer right away.  

Then—so quiet I almost didn’t hear it—  

“Because it would’ve been a waste if you left.”  

I didn’t know why, but something about the way he said it made my chest tighten.  

It wasn’t a compliment. **It wasn’t kindness.**  

It was something else.  

We reached the top of the stairs, stepping into an open, white-walled room with a massive metal contraption in the center.  

A carousel.  

My stomach twisted. This was the next game.  

A guard stepped forward, voice echoing through the space.  

“Welcome to *Mingle.”  

I stepped onto the platform, my heartbeat thudding against my ribs.  

The metal beneath my feet was smooth, cold. Around me, players shifted uneasily as the intercom crackled to life.  

“The game will proceed in multiple rounds. When the carousel stops, a number will be called. You must form groups of that exact size. Failure to do so will result in elimination.”  

Someone inhaled sharply.  

I swallowed hard. This was worse than anything I had imagined.  

Because this wasn’t about strength. This was about trust.

And trust was something none of us had anymore.  

The carousel began to spin.  

Slow at first, then faster. My breath caught as the room blurred, colors blending together. The only thing I could focus on was the sound of my own heartbeat.  

Then—  

It stopped. 

A mechanical voice rang out.  

“First Round: Groups of Five.”

For a split second, no one moved.  

Then chaos.  

Players scrambled, grabbing at each other, pulling into groups. I turned instinctively, scanning the crowd—  

“Here.”  

A hand wrapped around my wrist.  

I startled, whipping around—only to see Thanos.  

He pulled me into a group already forming—Nam-gyu, Se-mi, Min-su, and himself.  

A set of colorful doors along the walls suddenly clicked open.  

Min-su shoved me toward one, and before I could react, we were pushed inside. The door slammed shut behind us with a loud *clank*, sealing us in.  

I spun around. There was no handle, no way to open it.  

We were trapped.  

For a moment, nothing happened. Then—  

Beep.  

A distant, muffled noise rang out.  

It was barely audible from inside the room, but I knew what it meant.  

Someone had been eliminated.  

Se-mi flinched, pressing a hand to her mouth. I clenched my fists. They were killing the ones who didn’t form a group, and we couldn’t even see it. Well we could if we looked through the tiny peep hole in the door, but I’m sure none of us wanted to witness that.

I wasn’t sure if that was mercy or cruelty.  

After what felt like an eternity, the door unlocked with a loud click.  

We stepped out onto the platform again. The number of players had already thinned. 

I exhaled shakily.  

The carousel began to move again.  

Round Two.

This time, when it stopped, the voice declared, “Groups of Three.”

I turned to Thanos, but someone shoved between us. Nam-gyu grabbed his shoulder, pulling him into a different group before I could react.  

Min-su reached for me—but someone else yanked him away.  

I was left standing alone.  

My pulse skyrocketed.  

The doors clicked open again. I had no one to enter with. 

The countdown had already begun.  

10… 9… 8…

I scrambled backward, looking for an opening—anyone who would take me—  

5… 4… 3… 

No, no, no— 

A hand shot out.  

I barely had time to react before I was yanked backward, stumbling into a solid chest.  

The doors slammed shut.  

I gasped for breath, my pulse racing. I turned—  

Thanos. 

He was still gripping my arm, his jaw clenched.  

I exhaled shakily. “You didn’t have to do that.”  

His fingers twitched against my skin.  

“I know.”  

For a moment, we just stared at each other.  

Then the door unlocked.  

We stepped back onto the carousel, but something between us had shifted.  

Three more rounds passed, and every time I ended up in a room with Thanos. Se-mi, no matter how hard I tried to be paired with her, someone took her away, leaving me in the dust. 

Everything slowed.  

“Groups of Two” the voice rang out.

My pulse thundered in my ears as I looked around, searching—Se-mi. 

I found her across the platform, eyes meeting mine instantly.  

My breath caught.  

We had to be together. We had to. 

I moved toward her—  

But so did someone else.  

Someone stronger.  

Before I could even process it, I was shoved back, another player taking my place at her side.  

I stumbled, blinking rapidly.  

The numbers were dwindling. Everyone was pairing off. 

I turned sharply, searching for anyone—anyone I could trust.  

But before I could take a step—  

A hand grabbed mine.  

Firm. Unwavering.  

I looked up.  

Thanos.  

His grip was steady, his expression unreadable. He didn’t ask. He just chose me. 

I hesitated.  I looked around and saw Nam-gyu and Min-su going into a room.

Se-mi was already locked in with someone else. There was no other choice.  

Slowly, I curled my fingers around his.  

The timer ran out.  

We had survived.  

But something told me this was just the beginning. 

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄 - 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The game was over, but the tension in my chest hadn't eased.  

I could still feel the weight of Y/N’s hand in mine, even though she had let go the moment the round ended.  

She hadn't looked at me since.  

I wasn’t sure why that bothered me. It shouldn’t. 

I had done what I had to do—what I always did. Survival wasn’t about kindness or emotions. It was about instincts. About knowing who to hold onto and when to let go.

And yet…  

Something about this felt different.  

We were back in the main hall now, surrounded by exhausted players, all of us still catching our breath. Some were talking in hushed voices, others sat in stunned silence. Too many were missing.

The ones who had been eliminated weren’t coming back.  

And no one dared to say their names.  

I hate to say it didn’t bother me as much as it did the others. I was here for one thing, and one thing only. The money. 

If people didn't die the prize money wouldn’t increase, and that's why I came for, what all of us came for.

I leaned back against the cold metal wall, exhaling slowly. My body was sore from the game, but my mind wouldn’t settle. I could feel Y/N’s presence even before she stepped closer.

"Why did you do that?"  

Her voice was quiet but sharp.  

I sighed, running a hand through my hair before looking at her. “Do what?”  

She scoffed. “Don’t play dumb.”  

I met her eyes. There was something raw there. Something I hadn’t seen before. 

"You could’ve picked anyone,” she said, crossing her arms. “So why me?”  

I didn't answer right away.  

I wasn't even sure I had an answer.  

Only then do I remember the bet I had with Nam-gyu.

But to be honest, I had seen the panic in her eyes when she was left standing alone. I had felt something in my gut twist when I realized she wouldn’t make it in time.  

And before I even knew what I was doing—I had reached for her.

I could have left her. I could have looked the other way.  

But I didn’t.  

And that scared me more than anything.  

I smirked, defaulting to the one thing that always kept people at arm’s length. “You looked pathetic. Figured I’d do you a favor.”  

Y/N’s expression didn’t change. “Try again.”  

I sighed, looking away.  

I hated this. I hated how she could see right through me.  

It was like she knew more about me than people who have known me my entire life. 

She stepped closer, her voice softer now. "Who hurt you?"  

The words hit harder than I expected.  

I let out a bitter laugh. “You want a list?”  

She didn’t react. She just waited. Like she wasn’t afraid of whatever truth I had buried.

For the first time, I felt something crack.  

Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the way Y/N had looked at me on that carousel, like she wasn’t sure if she could trust me, but she had taken my hand anyway.  

Or maybe I was just tired—tired of holding onto something that didn’t exist anymore.  

So I told her.  

“I was a singer.”  

Her eyebrows lifted slightly, but she didn’t interrupt.  

“I had everything. Money. Fame. People who swore they cared about me.” I paused, swallowing hard. “Then I gambled it away. All of it.”  

A sharp exhale. “Crypto?”  

I laughed humorlessly. “Yeah.”  

I didn’t have to say the name. She already knew.

Myeong-gi. Player 333. The one who had dragged me into it. Who had promised everything—more wealth, more power, more control.  

And like a damn fool, I had believed him.  

By the time I realized it was a scam, it was too late.  

I lost everything. 

And the people who had surrounded me, the ones who called themselves my friends? Gone.  

One by one, they left. They looked at me like I was dirt beneath their shoes.  

The same people who had once cheered for me, begged for my attention, called me their favorite—they had watched me fall and turned away.

Y/N was quiet for a long time.  

Then she spoke, so soft I barely heard her.  

“I know what that’s like.”  

I glanced at her, expecting pity.  

But there was none.  

Just something hollow in her eyes.  

“My family kicked me out,” she admitted. “I had nothing saved. No money. Nowhere to go.” Her fingers curled into fists. “And you’re right. People leave. No one cares once you’re not useful to them.”  

A heavy silence settled between us.  

We weren’t the same. Not exactly.  

But we had both lost everything.  

And for the first time, I realized—maybe we weren’t as different as I thought.

Y/N exhaled, studying me carefully.  

"You’re not as heartless as you pretend to be."  

I tensed.  

She had no idea how wrong she was.  

But I didn’t correct her.  

I just looked at her, really looked at her.  

Maybe… maybe I didn’t have to do this alone.  

Maybe neither of us did. 

I have to cut this deal off. 

It was time I stopped hurting people, especially people who didn’t deserve it. 

People like Y/N.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐞

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I sat on the cold floor beside Se-Mi, my back pressed against the frame of one of the metal beds. My body ached from the game, muscles stiff from the constant scrambling and fear. The spinning, the running, the desperation—I could still feel the phantom sensation of the carousel beneath my feet, the panic of almost being left behind.  

And then there was Thanos.  

I hadn’t even realized my hands were shaking until Se-Mi nudged me.  

"You good?" she asked, her voice softer than usual.  

I let out a breath. "Yeah."  

Se-Mi gave me a look. "Liar."  

I huffed a small laugh, but I didn't argue. She knew me too well by now. The dorm buzzed with low murmurs, other players whispering about the game, the upcoming vote, or their own plans to survive. Somewhere across the room, Nam-gyu and Thanos were talking in hushed voices. I didn't have to look to know that Thanos could probably feel my gaze on him.  

Se-Mi stretched her legs out in front of her, arms crossed as she leaned her head back against the frame. "So," she started, her tone too casual to be innocent. "What’s the deal with you and Thanos?"  

I nearly choked. "What?"  

She smirked. "Oh, don’t play dumb. You two were glued together that entire game."  

“That wasn’t—” I shook my head. “He saved me. That’s it.”  

"And why do you think he did that?"  

I hesitated.  

Because he needs me for the next game. Because I’m useful. Because if I die, it ruins whatever bet he has going on.  

Those were the things I should have said.  

But instead, all I could think about was the look on his face when he grabbed my arm at the last second, yanking me into his group. The way he had muttered “I know” when I told him he didn’t have to save me.  

The way his hand had lingered on mine for a second longer than necessary.  

I swallowed. "I don't know," I finally said. "But I'm not going to waste my time trying to figure him out."  

Se-Mi hummed, unconvinced, but she didn’t push further. "Well, for what it’s worth," she said after a moment, "I think he’s starting to care."  

I scoffed. "Thanos? Care about someone other than himself?"  

She grinned. "Stranger things have happened."  

Before I could respond, the sound of metal screeching against the floor cut through the air. The guards were wheeling in carts, trays clattering as dinner was served.  

I exhaled, relieved for the distraction. "Come on," I said, pushing myself up. "Let's eat before the food gets worse."  

Se-Mi chuckled, following me toward the line. But even as I grabbed my tray, even as I sat down to eat, my mind remained stuck on the one thing I shouldn’t have been thinking about.  

Thanos.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The air in the dorm felt heavy, like the weight of the last game hadn’t left my shoulders. People whispered in hushed voices, heads down, avoiding eye contact. The sound of forks scraping against cheap metal trays filled the silence, but no one was really eating.  

Nam-gyu sat across from me, slouched, legs stretched out like he didn’t have a care in the world. But I could see it in his eyes. He was thinking. Calculating.  

“That game was brutal,” he finally muttered, tapping his fingers against the table. “I didn’t think they’d go that far.”  

I didn’t respond right away. My thoughts were still stuck on her. Y/N. The way her hand had felt when I grabbed her. The way her eyes widened in shock before softening into something unreadable.  

I should’ve let her go.  

Should’ve let her fend for herself.  

But I didn’t.  

“I saw what you did,” Nam-gyu continued, his tone sharper now. “Didn’t think you’d break our little rule so soon.”  

I tensed. “What the hell are you talking about?”  

He smirked, shaking his head. “Come on, Thanos. We both know you didn’t pull her into your group for strategy. That was you playing hero.”  

I scoffed. “Don’t be stupid. I saved her because I need her. She’s useful.”  

Nam-gyu laughed under his breath. “Right. Useful.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You think I don’t see it? The way you look at her now? It’s different. You’re getting attached.”  

I clenched my jaw. “I don’t get attached.”  

“Sure.” His smirk didn’t waver. “Just like you didn’t hesitate to pull her into your group. Just like you don’t watch her every time she walks into a room.” He tilted his head. “Face it, man. You’re slipping.”  

I slammed my fist against the stairs, making our trays rattle. “Drop it.”  

Nam-gyu barely flinched. “Or what?”  

I breathed hard through my nose. I knew this game he was playing. He wanted me to lose control, to admit something I wasn’t ready to say out loud.  

But I wasn’t stupid.  

So I leaned back, giving him a slow, cold smile. “You’re jealous.”  

That wiped the smirk right off his face.  

I saw the way his fingers twitched slightly, the way his eyes darkened just enough to tell me I hit a nerve.  

“You think I give a damn about her?” he said, his voice quieter now, more dangerous. “She’s nothing but a distraction. And if you’re dumb enough to let that distraction ruin everything we built, then maybe you don’t deserve to win this game.”  

Something in my chest tightened.  

Nam-gyu and I had been through everything together. We had each other’s backs when no one else did. And now, for the first time, I could feel that bond cracking.  

“You don’t get to decide what I deserve,” I said lowly.  

Nam-gyu let out a short laugh, shaking his head like I was pathetic.  

“You’ve already lost, Thanos,” he muttered, “And you don’t even realize it.”  

"Looks like you’re getting soft," he said, tilting his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Didn’t take you for the type to actually care."  

I exhaled sharply through my nose. "Drop it."  

But Nam-gyu only chuckled. "Come on, let’s be honest. You saving her like that today? Pulling her into your group at the last second?" He clicked his tongue. "That wasn’t strategy, man. That was you catching feelings." His smirk widened. "Admit it. She’s getting to you."  

I clenched my jaw. He wasn’t wrong, and that pissed me off even more.  

I had been telling myself over and over that this was all part of the game. That keeping Y/N close was just another move to ensure my survival. But when I had seen her alone, scrambling for a group, something inside me had snapped.  

I hadn’t thought. I hadn’t hesitated.  

I had just acted.  

Because it wasn’t about the game anymore.  

And that scared the hell out of me.  

"The bet’s off," I said suddenly, my voice firm.  

Nam-gyu blinked. "What?"  

"You heard me," I said, my hands clenching into fists. "I’m not doing this anymore."  

He scoffed. "You can’t just back out now."  

"Yes, I can." I stood up, stepping closer, my blood pounding in my ears. "Because there was never a bet in the first place!" The words tore out of me, louder than I intended. My chest heaved. "I love Y/N, and she lights this fire inside of me that I didn’t know I had. There isn’t a bet anymore."  

For the first time, Nam-gyu’s smirk faltered.  

But then, slowly, his lips curled again. "Looks like you fell for her first," he muttered. "Which means I win."  

I frowned. "This wasn’t a game—"  

"She can’t take you away from me." His voice was eerily calm. "I’ll handle her soon."  

A cold chill ran down my spine. My fists tightened at my sides. "What do you mean by that?"  

Nam-gyu’s smirk returned.  

"You’ll see."  

I stared at him, my pulse roaring in my ears.  

I had known Nam-gyu for a long time, and I had never once been afraid of him.  

But right now, I was afraid for Y/N.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The lights went out.  

I knew what was coming before it even started.  

A shift in the air, a collective inhale across the room, the sound of bodies tensing. Then—chaos.  

Screams echoed as players lunged at each other. Shadows moved like ghosts between the bunks, forks flashing, fists connecting with sickening cracks. Someone tackled another person to the ground, their skull slamming against the concrete with a dull thud.

I ducked as a fork flew past my head. My breath came in short bursts, heart hammering against my ribs. Not again.

The games had been bad, but this was worse.  

More desperate.  

More lethal.  

I barely had time to react before someone grabbed my wrist, yanking me backward into the shadows. I twisted, ready to fight, but Se-Mi’s voice hissed in my ear, “Stay close!”  

I clung to her as we moved, weaving through the chaos, stepping over the fallen. My foot nearly slipped in something warm and wet—blood.  

“Where’s Thanos?” I asked, breathless.  

Se-Mi shook her head. “No idea. But we need to—”  

A hand snatched my arm.  

Not Se-Mi’s.  

A stronger grip, rough and unrelenting.  

I barely had time to gasp before I was slammed against a bunk post, the impact knocking the wind out of me.  

My vision spun as I looked up—straight into Nam-gyu’s cold, emotionless stare.  

“You,” he said, his voice quiet, almost amused. “You’re such a thorn in my side.”  

I struggled, but his grip was like steel. “What the hell are you doing?”  

Nam-gyu smirked, tilting his head. “Getting rid of a problem.”  

And then I saw the glint of metal in his hand.  

A fork. 

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I was already fighting my way across the room when I saw her.  

Nam-gyu had Y/N pinned against the bunk, a fork pressed to her throat.  

Something inside me snapped.  

I didn’t think—I just moved.  

Bodies slammed into me as I shoved through the chaos. My shoulder caught someone in the ribs, sending them sprawling. A fist glanced off my jaw, but I barely registered the pain.  

Nam-gyu whispered something to Y/N, but I didn’t hear it.  

I only saw red.  

The fork lifted—  

I crashed into him like a train.  

We hit the ground hard. The fork skittered across the floor, and I scrambled for it, but Nam-gyu was faster. He rolled to his feet, eyes wild, grip tightening around the hilt.  

“You really think you can protect her?” he spat.  

I wiped blood from my mouth. “Try me.”  

Then he lunged.  

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I barely had time to process what was happening before Thanos and Nam-gyu were locked in a brutal fight.  

The fork slashed through the darkness, fists connected with flesh. They moved like animals—desperate, savage. Blood dripped from a cut on Thanos’s cheek, but he didn’t flinch. He fought like a man with nothing left to lose.  

Nam-gyu snarled, swinging the fork. Thanos ducked, grabbing his wrist, twisting hard until the weapon clattered to the ground.  

Then Thanos grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the bunk.  

The fight should’ve ended there.  

But Nam-gyu’s hand shot out, grabbing a broken piece of metal from the floor—  

Thanos didn’t hesitate.  

His hand moved faster.  

A flash of steel. A sickening crack.

Nam-gyu gasped. He was stabbed in the neck.

Blood poured between his fingers as he staggered back, eyes wide with something between shock and fury. He opened his mouth, but no words came.  

Then, he collapsed.  

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I stood over Nam-gyu’s body, chest heaving.  

His blood was on my hands.  

Literally.  

Y/N was staring at me, her expression unreadable.  

I turned to her, throat tight. “I—”  

A loud alarm blared through the room, cutting me off. The guards had arrived.  

I grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her with me. “We need to go.”  

She hesitated, glancing at Nam-gyu’s lifeless body one last time. Then, without a word, she followed me into the shadows.  

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The brawl was finally over. The chaos had died down, the screaming reduced to muffled sobs and ragged breathing. The bodies were being dragged away, leaving behind only bloodstains and the weight of what had just happened. The air was thick with the metallic scent of death, but I couldn’t focus on that.  

Not when Thanos was standing in front of me, hands still stained with Nam-gyu’s blood.  

We had retreated into the shadows, away from the others, but there was no escaping what had happened. I hugged my arms to my chest, trying to steady my breath.  

“Was it just survival?” My voice barely rose above a whisper. “Or was it personal?”  

Thanos stiffened. His jaw clenched, his fingers twitching like he wasn’t sure whether to defend himself or admit the truth. “Does it matter?”  

I stepped closer, forcing him to meet my eyes. “It matters to me.”  

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. He looked down at his bloodied hands, then back at me. “It was both.” His voice was hoarse, like he had swallowed nails. “I knew he was dangerous. I knew he was going to hurt you. But when he talked about you like that—like you were just a game to win—I saw red.”  

I exhaled shakily. “So it wasn’t just about survival.”  

“No.” He hesitated, then took a step closer. “It was about you.”  

My heart pounded against my ribs.  

“I don’t want to play this game without you, Y/N,” he admitted. His voice was raw, stripped of all the bravado and indifference he usually carried. “I don’t care about the money. I don’t care about winning. I just—” He let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “You make me feel like I have something to lose again. And that terrifies me.”  

A lump formed in my throat. I wanted to say something, anything—but what could I say? That I felt it too? That I had been so focused on surviving I hadn’t realized I had found something worth surviving for?  

Could we even afford to have emotions in a place like this?  

I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, the intercom crackled to life.  

“All remaining players, report to the main hall. The next game will begin shortly.”  

Just like that, our stolen moment shattered.  

Thanos let out a bitter laugh. “Of course.”  

I exhaled, forcing myself to push everything down, to lock it away. There would be time to process this—if we survived.  

Without another word, we stepped out of the shadows and into whatever nightmare awaited us next.  

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞

𝐘/𝐍’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The guards led us into a new arena—one smaller, more intimate, yet suffocating in its cruelty. The walls were high, trapping us in a circle of cold, unforgiving concrete. There was no audience. No distractions. Just the remaining players, their faces twisted in exhaustion and fear, waiting to hear their fate.  

The intercom crackled.  

“This is your final challenge.”  

The screen above flickered, revealing the game: one-on-one battles until only one remains.  

My stomach twisted into knots.  

I had hoped—prayed—that there would be a way out, a loophole. But there was none. The rules were simple. Win, or die.  

Thanos and I fought through the first few rounds, our bodies pushed to the breaking point. We fought with everything we had—not against each other, but against the others, side by side, like we always had. 

Se-mi was with us, and so was Min-us, but an old man—player 100 came and attacked all four of us and only me and Thanos managed to escape. 

“Oh my god,” the words got caught in my throat as I held Se-mi, warm tears dripping down my face. She was a great friend, I wish I could have protected her more. 

But then the final round came.  

And it was just us.  

The realization hit like a bullet to the chest.  

We were the last two.  

The intercom spoke again, its voice hollow, mechanical. “Only one can win.”  

Thanos clenched his fists, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. “No.” His voice was sharp, filled with defiance. “I won’t do it.”  

I swallowed hard. “Thanos…”  

“There has to be another way.” His eyes darted around the arena, searching for an escape that didn’t exist. “We’ll refuse. We’ll—”  

“They won’t let us.” My voice was softer now.  

His breathing turned erratic. “Then I’ll do it.” He took a step closer, his hands trembling. “I’ll lose. You can win, Y/N. You can get out of here.”  

Tears burned at my eyes. “No.”  

“No?” His voice cracked. “Why not?”  

“Because you deserve to live.”  

His expression shattered.  

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “I see it now, Thanos. You think you’re just some monster, some heartless fighter, but you’re not. You care. You always have. And I can’t let you throw that away.”  

His hands gripped my shoulders, desperate, pleading. “Please.”  

I reached up, cupping his face in my hands, my thumbs brushing against the dried blood on his skin. “You have a chance to start over. To live for something more than this. Take it.”  

Tears slipped down his cheeks. “I can’t do this without you.”  

“You can,” I whispered. “And you will.”  

I kissed him softly and before he could react, before he could stop me, I made my move.  

A sharp gasp left his lips as I twisted the knife from his grasp—fast, clean, inevitable. And then, I turned it against myself.  

Pain exploded through my stomach, but I barely felt it.  

Thanos caught me before I hit the ground. His arms wrapped around me, shaking, pulling me close as if he could keep me here, as if his sheer will alone could stop what was happening.  

“No.” His voice broke apart, raw and filled with agony. “No, no, no.”  

I smiled weakly, my vision already starting to blur. “See?” My fingers clutched the front of his shirt. “You’re holding me like I matter.”  

“You do matter.” His whole body trembled. “You always mattered.”  

I let out a small breath. “Then live like it.”  

A choked sob tore from his throat.  

The world around me faded, the sounds of the arena growing distant. 

And then he fell to his knees.  

His scream shattered through the silence, a raw, broken sound of grief.  

But I was already slipping away.  

And in Thanos’s arms, I wasn’t afraid.  

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐒’𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Everything around me felt distant, like I was underwater. The arena, the guards, the blinding overhead lights—it all blurred together into something meaningless. The only thing that felt real was the weight in my arms.  

Y/N wasn’t moving.  

She wasn’t breathing.  

And no matter how hard I held onto her, I couldn’t pull her back.  

I lean my head down, tears fresh on my face, and I kiss her head gently. 

“Congratulations, Player 230.”  

The voice over the intercom was cold, detached. The finality of it sent a shiver down my spine.  

“You are the winner of the Squid Game.”  

Winner.  

The word meant nothing.  

The guards moved in, prying Y/N from my grasp. My arms refused to let go at first, but they were stronger, ripping her away like she was just another nameless body.  

I tried to reach for her again. “Wait—”  

A sharp strike to my ribs knocked the breath from my lungs. I hit the ground hard, my vision swimming as the guards hauled Y/N’s lifeless form out of sight.  

And then she was gone.  

My chest caved in.  

That was the last thing I remember before darkness swallowed me whole.  

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚  

When I woke up, I was in the back of a car, my clothes changed, my wounds hastily bandaged. The rain outside blurred against the tinted windows, and for a moment, I didn’t know where I was.  

Then I saw the case.  

The briefcase sat beside me, untouched.  

I reached for it slowly, my fingers fumbling against the cold metal latch. The moment it clicked open, my breath caught in my throat.  

A golden card. 

Blood money.  

The only reason this money was in my hands was because Y/N wasn’t here to take it. Because she had made sure it would be me left standing instead of her.  

I slammed the case shut, my hands trembling.  

I thought winning would mean something. I thought it would fix everything. But all I felt was empty.  

  𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

Days passed in a blur. I didn’t know how I got home. I didn’t remember stepping through the door or collapsing onto the couch. The world outside kept moving, but I couldn’t.  

The nightmares started almost immediately.  

Y/N’s face. Her voice. The way she smiled at me even as she slipped away.  

“You have a chance to start over. Take it.”  

I barely slept. Barely ate. The money stayed where I left it, untouched.  

More than once, I thought about walking away from it all. Disappearing. Maybe I’d go somewhere far, somewhere quiet, where I wouldn’t have to think about what I’d done.  

But every time I got close, I heard her voice again.  

“Live for the both of us.”  

The words came back like a ghost, wrapping around my ribs until I couldn’t breathe.  

She had given her life for mine.  

And if I threw it away, it would mean nothing.  

So I forced myself to get up. To move.  

To live.  

For her.  

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

Grief never really fades. It just settles into the spaces between your ribs, a quiet ache you learn to live with.  

Some days, I wake up expecting to hear her voice. Other days, I forget what it sounds like, and that terrifies me more than anything.  

I don’t know how I survived this long.  

Maybe it was because of her.  

I stand in front of a gravestone that doesn’t have her name on it. There’s no grave for Y/N, no marker to prove she ever existed in the world outside of that nightmare. But I come here anyway—to an empty spot under a tree in a quiet cemetery.  

It’s the only place I can talk to her.  

“I’m still here,” I murmur, placing a single flower against the stone. “I don’t know if I deserve to be, but I am.”  

The past year had been a blur of trying and failing. I thought about running. Thought about drinking the memories away. But in the end, I always heard her voice in the back of my mind, steady and certain.  

Live for the both of us.

So I did.  

I used the money—not for myself, but for something she would’ve wanted. I made sure it went to the people who needed it most. I paid off debts for families who had lost people in the game, sent anonymous donations, built something real out of the blood money in my hands.  

It didn’t erase the pain. It didn’t bring her back.  

But it was something.  

I exhale slowly, staring down at the nameless gravestone. “I wish you were here.”  

The wind picks up, rustling the leaves around me. It almost sounds like her laughter, soft and fleeting.  

Maybe, in some way, she is.  

I close my eyes.  

And for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe that moving forward doesn’t mean leaving her behind.  

It just means carrying her with me.  

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CHAPTER 001 ∘ ∘ ∘ for fuck's sake

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fucking stupid.

as soon as you open your eyes and take in your surroundings, the realization hits you like a ton of bricks: you've been utterly, irredeemably stupid.

the place you're in is unfamiliar and unnerving. a dull ache pulses in your temples, but it's not nearly enough to distract you from the bitter storm of self-recrimination swirling in your head. did you really hand yourself over to potential kidnappers like some naive idiot from a bad thriller movie? as you mentally replay the events that led you here, you can't help but wince at your own idiocy.

stupid, stupid, stupid!

but honestly, could anyone really blame you? could anyone in your position have turned down such a tempting offer ━ a chance to earn an unimaginable amount of money just by playing a few games? you were desperate. hell, desperate doesn't even begin to cover it. you were drowning in debt, with creditors breathing down your neck and no lifeline in sight. the offer had felt like a miracle, a hand reaching out to pull you from the abyss. who wouldn't cling to that?

still, there's a difference between desperation and outright stupidity. and now, you're painfully aware which side you landed on.

the room you're in is massive, disorientingly so. its sheer scale makes you feel like a speck of dust trapped in an enormous void. the walls loom high above, featureless and sterile, painted in some dull, colorless hue that makes the space feel even colder. it's a dormitory of sorts, packed with bunk beds that stretch upward like towers. you count five levels, maybe more, stacked so precariously that you half-expect someone to fall off the top at any moment.

in the center of the room is a massive screen with the number 456. you have no idea what it means, but something about it makes your stomach churn uneasily. your gaze sweeps over the people gathered in the room ━ a sea of strangers dressed in identical green tracksuits.

it's only when you glance down at yourself that you realize you're wearing the same dull green outfit. your fingers brush over a patch sewn onto your chest: 127. your number. the sight of it triggers fragmented memories: leaving your house last night, wearing your usual black tracksuit, and...

your eyes narrow.

did those freaks actually change my clothes?

the thought sends a wave of revulsion crashing over you. it's not just the outfit; they must have taken your personal belongings too. your phone. your wallet. your everything. the implications of that alone make your skin crawl. these people stripped you down ━ literally ━ without your consent, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.

"fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

before you can sink further into spiraling thoughts, a sharp ringing noise jolts you back to reality. a bell. it's been going off for a while now, but you were too preoccupied to notice. the other people around you are stirring, climbing out of their bunks and shuffling toward the center of the room.

you hesitate, your eyes darting across the crowd, searching for even a single familiar face.

nothing.

everywhere you look, there are strangers. hundreds of them, all milling about in the same green tracksuits, each marked with a different number.

you sigh. reluctantly, you slide off your bunk and join the crowd. attracting unnecessary attention doesn't seem like a good idea, and staying put isn't much better.

the moment your feet hit the cold floor, the room's massive doors creak open, and a group of people in red jumpsuits enters. their faces are completely obscured by masks. you instinctively step back, leaning against one of the bunk bed frames as you try to put some distance between yourself and the crowd.

the man at the front of the group speaks first. his voice is low and slightly muffled by the square-shaped mask he wears.

"i would like to extend a hearty welcome to all of you."

you tilt your head, studying the group dressed in red with narrowed eyes. the leader's mask is square, while the others in the back wear circles.

is there some sort of hierarchy here? and why the masks? are they hiding their identities? does that mean you've stumbled into some kind of fucking illegal place?

"everyone here will participate in six different games over six days," the square-masked man continues. "those who win all six games will receive a handsome cash prize."

cash prize. the words send a shiver down your spine. your heart flutters with a strange mix of anticipation and dread.

the room falls into a deathly silence for a brief moment, as everyone exchanges glances with each other.

"excuse me," someone finally spoke up.

your gaze shifted toward the voice. it belonged to a woman ━ number 120, according to the patch on her chest. she stepped forward with a confident air, but your sharp eyes caught the subtle tremble in her hands.

"you said we'd be playing games," she said, her voice steady but edged with steel. "but you practically kidnapped us. how can we trust you?"

it was a valid question, and one you had been wondering yourself. you didn't even know where you were, let alone who brought you here.

"i apologize," the masked replied. "please understand that it was necessary to maintain the game's security."

before you could even process that flimsy excuse, the room erupted into chaos. voices rose in a cacophony of anger and confusion as the crowd began hurling questions and accusations at the masked figures.

"what's with the masks, then? is your face a secret too?"

"yeah! why are you hiding your identity? are we in some kind of illegal gambling house?"

"even dealers don't cover their faces like this!"

you didn't bother adding to the noise. you doubted you'd get any real answers, and besides, you were too busy sorting through your own thoughts. still, you listened carefully, hoping someone else's questions might align with your own.

eventually, the masked man managed to regain control of the room.

"to ensure fair gameplay and confidentiality, it is our policy not to reveal the faces and identities of staff," he said. "please understand."

you rolled your eyes. the vagueness of that explanation was almost insulting.

"did you take my clothes and put these on me?" another girl piped up.

"what's with these shoes?" a guy said. "my shoes are limited fucking edition. they're hard to find! you going to replace them if they get ruined?"

you weren't sure whether to be amused or deeply concerned.

"these don't fit, and the color sucks," the girl grumbled. "can i just have what you're wearing instead? i like pink."

this time, you were genuinely amused by the absurdity of her complaints, and the person next to you shot you a weird look when you stifled a laugh.

"i'm sorry, but that is not possible. you must be in your uniforms for the games," replied the square guy, his tone flat and unyielding.

as the conversation moved on without you, you allowed your thoughts to wander, sinking deeper into the chaos in your head.

if you really thought about it, maybe this whole game thing wasn't some elaborate scam after all. maybe it was real. the rules, the setup, the masked figures ━ it all seemed ludicrous, but wasn't that the point of reality shows? the absurdity, the spectacle?

could it be something like the ddakji game you played with that strange man on the subway? granted, that had been straightforward ━ nothing more than flipping tiles and enduring a slap. this, however, seemed infinitely more intricate.

but still, it couldn't be anything that bad, right? it's not like someone was going to die or anything.

you pressed your lips together as doubt gnawed at the edges of your thoughts. then again, if something sounded too good to be true, it probably was.

not that it mattered to you. you needed the money. no, needed didn't even cover it. you were drowning, suffocating under a mountain of debt. you'd run out of options long ago, and these games ━ whatever they were ━ had shown up like a beacon in the night.

six games. just six. that's what the masked man had said. how hard could it be?

you snapped back to reality as the masked man's voice echoed through the room, pulling you from the haze of your thoughts. at first, you thought you'd misheard the announcement, that your mind was playing tricks on you, twisting words in a desperate attempt to distract you from the absurdity of your surroundings.

"player 333, lee myeong-gi."

you froze. no. it couldn't be. there had to be hundreds of people in south korea with that name. thousands, maybe. yeah, it was a coincidence. just a cruel coincidence. it had to be.

but the faint hope you clung to crumbled as quickly as it had formed. the square-masked guy gestured toward the massive screen at the center of the room. the lights dimmed slightly, and your breath hitched when the screen lit up with a video.

the grainy footage played in full view of everyone.

your ex-boyfriend ━ the one you'd broken up with just a few months ago, cut all ties with, and tried to erase completely from your life ━ was on the screen, getting slapped across the face with an almost comical force. the sound of the slap echoed louder than it should have, reverberating in your ears like a twisted mockery.

for a split second, you thought you might laugh at the absurdity of it all, but the laughter caught in your throat, choking you.

of all people in the world, it had to be him? and of all places, it had to be here?

you clenched your jaw, a silent scream ricocheting through your mind. you had no idea how to process what you were feeling. anger? disbelief? a nauseating mix of both?

the universe wasn't just mocking you ━ it was toying with you. what were the odds? your hands curled into fists at your sides as you glared at the screen, trying to will it away.

more videos flashed onto the screen, showing other participants getting slapped, but you barely registered them. you prayed, prayed, that your own face wouldn't appear next. it wasn't just about avoiding humiliation, though that was a large part of it. the real terror clawing at your chest was the thought of myeong-gi spotting you here, in this hellhole of a situation.

to your immense relief, your face never appeared on the screen. maybe the universe didn't hate you entirely.

"all of you in this room have crippling debts and are now on a cliff-edge. when we first came to you, you did not trust us either," the masked man continued. "but as you know, we played a game and gave you money as promised. and so you trusted us and volunteered to participate according to your own free will."

you exhaled sharply, your patience wearing thin.

"tou have one last chance to decide. do you want to live like a piece of trash, running from creditors? or will you seize the last opportunity we are offering?"

the logic was irrefutable. what else could you do? this was your last shot at digging yourself out of the bottomless pit of your life. the alternative was to crawl back into the misery you'd come from. that wasn't living ━ it was surviving. and you were tired of surviving.

the lights dimmed again, and the room filled with whispers of confusion as a mechanical hum descended from above. you glanced up and blinked in disbelief as a massive piggy bank was lowered from the ceiling. suspended in midair, its glossy surface gleamed under the fluorescent lights.

"what the hell?" you muttered to yourself.

a piggy bank?

"what you see now is the piggy bank where your valuable prize money will be stored," the masked man explained. "after each of the six games you will play, the prize money will accumulate in this piggy bank."

you stared at the giant pig, your thoughts racing.

how much money are we even talking about here?

someone beat you to the question. "how much is the prize money?"

you straightened slightly, trying to appear indifferent as you shoved your hands into your pockets. but your ears were tuned to every word, your heart pounding in anticipation.

"the prize money for the games is 45.6 billion won in total."

your breath caught, and your lips parted as the number settled in your brain. 45.6 billion won?

"holy shit..." you murmured under your breath.

your mind reeled, struggling to process the sheer enormity of it. that wasn't just life changing ━ it was life shattering. it was enough to erase every ounce of debt you had and still live comfortably for the rest of your days.

"and one of us will get it?" the guy from earlier pressed.

"we will give you the details about the distribution of the prize money after the first game. for these games, you will be given a special new advantage."

"what is it?" an elderly man asked.

"after each game, you will be given a chance to vote on whether to continue the games or not. if the majority votes to stop the games, you can leave with the prize money accumulated up to that point."

you rolled your eyes. quit now, when there's that much money at stake? who in their right mind would even consider that?

"are you saying," someone speaks up again, "we'll still receive the money, even if we leave after the first game?"

the square-masked man is silent for a moment before finally responding. "that is correct."

what happens next, you have no fucking idea.

the number burns into your brain, larger than life and impossible to fully comprehend. if you win the six, that staggering amount of money would be yours. 45.6 billion.

it was life-altering on a scale you couldn't wrap your head around. your hands instinctively tighten in your pockets as you fight the urge to fidget. it's insane. completely absurd. yet here it is, dangling in front of you like a glimmering prize at the end of a dark and twisted tunnel.

your thoughts drift to the game that had brought you here ━ the bizarre ddakji match with the man in the suit on the subway. that had been pretty easy, almost laughably so. a simple flip of a folded paper tile. you were only slapped twice. could the games here really be just as simple? just six games, and all your suffering, all your debts, all your problems would evaporate like smoke.

it's too good to be true. you know that. deep down, in the rational part of your mind, you know this entire setup is shady as hell. the masked organizers, the strange location, the sheer amount of money ━ it all screams danger. but what choice do you have? your desperation outweighs your doubt.

if things get too complicated... maybe you'll think about quitting. maybe.

a sudden shuffle of movement breaks your reverie, and you blink, snapping back to the present. you realize, with a jolt of mild panic, that all the participants have lined up in seven orderly rows. your stomach churns as you glance around, trying to piece together what you missed.

damn it, when had they given instructions?

swallowing your unease, you decide to play along. you quickly step into the second row, adopting an air of indifference to mask your confusion. hopefully, no one notices you're completely clueless.

when your turn finally comes, you step forward. the masked person standing before you is silent, their posture unnervingly still. they hand you a piece of paper without a word. your gaze drops to the document, your eyes scanning the text.

▍ PLAYER  CONSENT  FORM : O1. a player's not allowed to voluntarily quit the games. O2.  a player who refuses to play will be eliminated. O3.  the games may be terminated upon a majority vote. in case of a tie, players will vote again. O4.  if the games are terminated, players will divide the prize equally.

the rules are simple, concise, and far too ominous for your liking. the word 'eliminated' stands out like a glaring red flag, but you force yourself not to dwell on it.

you exhale slowly, your breath barely audible, before picking up the pen lying next to the form. your hand hovers for a brief moment, but it's not hesitation. you've made up your mind already. without overthinking it, you scrawl your signature at the bottom of the page, sealing your fate.

whatever you're signing up for, it can't be worse than the life you're already living.

you'd planned to head back to your bed after this. all the endless talking had worn you out. all you want now is to collapse onto your bed and let the weight of the day fade into nothing.

but, of course, life never goes according to plan.

a scream echoes through the room, and you turn your head to find the source ━ standing in the center of the commotion, flushed with equal parts embarrassment and irritation, is none other than your ex-boyfriend.

you only stare. you’ve got to be kidding me.

the man is mid-argument with another participant. from what you can gather, myeong-gi seems to be getting scolded, though the exact reason escapes you. you sigh, dragging a hand down your face as frustration bubbles to the surface.

of course. of course, it's him.

"for fuck's sake," you mutter, shaking your head as you turn away from the scene.

you're too tired to deal with this right now.

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note ∘ ∘ ∘ for obvious reasons, in this book, myeong-gi is not the one who got my girl junhee pregnant. i just don't have the energy to craft an elaborate storyline around those circumstances.

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Player || Lee Myung-gi

Series : Chapter 1, Chapter 2 : Be Mine, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Description :

A throw back to when you and Myung-gi met up until you got together.

Lee Myung-gi x Fem!Reader

Your life wasnt always easy, or great, or perfect. It never have been like that.

Until you met him.

Lee Myung-gi.

The love of your life.

You were born and raised in Seoul, Korea. Your parents took care of you and did their best to provide for you until you reach college.

Meeting Myung-gi was an accident. You didn't mean to fall in love with him at first sight. He was handsome from the start. His eyes were so dark you would probably say they were blackholes if you're not careful when looking into them, and he was tall. And kind too. He would listen when you needed it most.

He was a youtuber, a successful one at that, although you've never heard of him until you two became friends. He had told you that he decided to earn money first before continuing into college, and you support that.

You support everything he does, because everything he does is for the betterment of his future, and you admire that. That's why you fell in love with him.

When he first asked you out on a date, you almost choked. You don't remember the exact moment but you know that you were in a panic mode at first.

But then he smiled at you, softly, and it took you a second to recover enough to speak up. "Uh... I'm not sure about this," you said.

"It's okay," he replied. "I know a place that you will surely like, what do you say?"

And you did agree. And that's how you came to be here, waiting outside of the food shop where he had planned to meet you at.

His eyes lit up when he saw you, and you felt yourself blush. A smile graced his face as he approached, and you smiled back.

He opened the door for you and walked inside, motioning you to follow him.

The store seemed quiet, with only a couple of people inside. When he closed the door behind you, you couldn't help but stare at him.

He wore a plain white turtleneck and jeans. It suited him well, you thought. His hair looked soft, fluffy even. You could imagine him brushing through it with gentle fingers, massaging it, caressing it, loving it. The image made you shiver slightly, and a small smile appeared on your face.

"Are you alright?" Myung-gi asked, and you snapped out of your trance.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry." You cleared your throat.

He chuckled softly, holding out a chair for you to sit on. with a quick thank you, you sat down and he followed suit by sitting in front of you.

"You look beautiful by the way," he mumbled. His cheeks were tinted pink, you noticed, and a thankful smile played on your lips.

The two of you ordered the food of your choice and ate together in comfortable silence after that, occasionally asking each other questions and laughing lightly. You learned many things about him along the way.

One of which you liked, though, is that he was good with kids.

After a while, you finished eating. He paid the bill without hesitation, and you felt yourself flush slightly again.

He took your hand in his and led the both of you to the exit of the restaurant, your hands clasped tight.

"Let's go to the park, what do you say?" he asked you with a small smile.

"Sounds like fun."

You went there often, as you often go there with your friends, or when Myung-gi invites you over.

He pulled you to a small pond near the playground. The constant laugh of kids playing and other people laughing together made you smile brightly. it was such a mood bringer.

Suddenly, Myung-gi spoke from beside you,  "Y/n... I have something important to tell you."

You turned towards him, worry written all over your face. "What is it, Myung-gi?" you asked. "Is anything wrong? Are you hurt? Or—"

He gently put a hand on your face,  making you stop talking immediately, and silenced you with a kiss on your mouth. The sudden action caught you off guard, and you stood there, stiff as a board as you let him do what he wanted. You've kissed before with others, but never like this. Never this intimate. Never this passionate.

When he broke the kiss, he spoke, "Y/n, ever since I met you I've fallen head over heels for you. Ever since we met, I realized that I love you. So, please, let me make my feelings clear. L/n Y/n, will you be mine?" he asked, eyes shining with hope and love, and it was obvious just how much he really cared for you.

You blinked a few times. "I—" you tried to find words to express how wonderful this was, how amazing it was for him to say these things, how much you loved him. But they weren't coming to mind at the moment. You could barely form words.

"Say yes," Myung-gi insisted. "We can move in together, get married, and have lots of children. We can buy a house and have our own garden and everything. I'll take any responsibility. Anything. Please. Say yes, y/n." He grabbed your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

It was warm. Hot. Soft.

You swallowed hard. "Yes," you blurted out. "Yes, of course I'll be yours, Myung-gi."

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. You swear he had the sweetest smile.  He leaned in and kissed you again.

When he pulled away, his face was flushed red, but his eyes gleamed.

But that was 4 years ago, you're now 23 and Myung-gi is now 25. Your relationship with him gas been nothing but perfect, and you want to keep it that way.

You are happy with your relationship, of course, but you know that it can be more. And you can't wait to see where that will take you.

You were disappointed when he promoted a new coin called "Dalmatian" and stated that everyone should give up every last penny that they have into it.

But the cryptocurrency turned out to be a scam, and when Dalmatian's creators pocketed the money and ran off, everyone who'd invested in the coin had lost billions of won.

You were quite thankful that he refrained you from putting in a single coin in his promotions, but you still felt bad for everyone who was victimized.

Even if Myung-gi "scammed" people, he was also a victim, but fate has its own way. So when he was to face an arrest for fraud and breaking multiple communication and investment laws, he shut down his YouTube channel and flee to the Philippines. He didnt even bother visiting you for 2 weeks before deciding to message you saying that he flew away. Although, He promised he'll come back to Korea once things slightly gets better, and he did.

A month ago, he came back, but as did everyone, he changed. He's still the sweet, kind, and caring Myung-gi you know. The moment he came back you wasted no time and went on in a motel with him.

That night, all your fears and worries vanquished. You woke up to him stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You loved it.

You can't believe that it's been so long since you twi have started dating. You haven't met someone like him before. Someone you feel like you belong with. Someone that makes you feel complete.

So you will do everything to win these stupid games. For him, always for him.

A/N 🩷

- I am aware that Myung-gi was said to be 30 years old in the series, but I decided to age him down together with everyone else. Although, age won't really matter once we move on to the games part so let's not think about that.

- Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated as they keep me motivated. Thank you, everyone.

[twentysnoir]

Especial KRP — Sobrenomes Coreanos

Cansado de Lee? Kim? Seo? Song? Choi? Hwang? Park? Abaixo do "Read More" você vai encontrar alguns sobrenomes mais incomuns que pode usar em seus personagens coreanos.

Ah, A (아 - A)

Ae (애 - É)

Ban, Bahn, Van, Vahn, Pan, Pahn (반 - Ban)

Beon, Bun, Buhn, Veon, Vun, Vuhn (번 - Bón)

Beom, Bum, Buhm, Veom, Vum, Vuhm (범 - Bóm)

Bo, Vo (보 - Bô)

Bok, Vok (복 - Bôc)

Bong, Vong (봉 - Bông)

Boo, Bu, Voo, Vu (부 - Bú)

Bi, Vi, Bee, Vee (비 - Bi)

Bin, Been, Bean, Vin, Veen, Vean (빈 - Bin)

Bing, Beeng, Ving, Veeng (빙 - Bing)

Da (다 - Dá)

Dam (담 - Dam)

Dan (단 - Dan)

Dang (당 - Dang)

Dae, Dai (대 - Dé)

Dok, Dock (독 - Dôc)

Dokgo, Dokko (독고 - Docô)

Don (돈 - Dôn)

Dong (동 - Dông)

Dongbang (동방 - Dôngbâng)

Deung (등 - Dûng)

Deungjeong, Deungjung (등정 - Dûngdjóng)

Eogeum, Uhgeum, Ugeum (어금 - Ógûm)

Eun (은 - Ûn)

Eum (음 - Ûm)

Hak, Hahk (학 - Rác)

Hae (해 - Ré)

Hyeong, Hyung, Hyoung (형 - Rióng)

Ho, Hoh (호 - Rô)

Hwa, Hwah (화 - Ruá)

Hwangmok (황목 - Ruangmôk)

Hwangbo (황보 - Ruangbô)

Hoo, Hu (후 - Ru)

Ja, Jah (자 - Já)

Jeom, Jum (점 - Djóm)

Je, Jeh (제 - Djê)

Jegal, Jekal (제갈 - Djegál)

Jeo, Juh (저 - Djó)

Jong (종 - Djông)

Jwa, Joa, Jua (좌 - Djuá)

Jeung (증 - Jûng)

Kangjeon, Kangjun, Gangjeon, Gangjun (강전 - Gangdjón)

Ka, Ga (가 - Ga)

Kal, Gal (갈 - Gal)

Kam, Gam (감)

Kan, Gan (간 - Gan)

Kae, Gae (개 - Gué)

Kyun, Kyeon, Kyoun, Gyun, Gyeon, Gyoun (견 - Guión)

Kyung, Kyeong, Kyoung, Gyung, Gyeong, Gyoung (경 - Guióng)

Kye, Gye (계 - Guiê)

Kok, Gok (곡 - Gôc)

Kwan, Gwan (관 - Guân)

Kwok, Gwok (궉 - Guóc)

Kyo, Gyo (교 - Guiô)

Kuk, Guk, Kook, Gook, Kuck, Guck (국 - Guc)

Kung, Koong, Gung, Goong (궁 - Gung)

Kwok, Gwok, Kweok, Gweok (궉 - Guóc)

Keun, Geun (근 - Gûn)

Keum, Geum (금 - Gûm)

Ki, Gi, Kee, Gee (기 - Gui)

Kil, Gil (길 - Guil)

Lin, In, Rin, Leen, Een, Reen (인 - In)

Man, Mahn (만 - Man)

Mangjeol, Mangjul (망절 - Mangdjól)

Mae (매 - Mé)

Maeng (맹 - Méng)

Myung, Myeong, Myoung (명 - Mióng)

Mo, Moh (모 - Mô)

Mok, Mock (목 - Môc)

Myo (묘 - Miô)

Moo, Mu (무 - Mu)

Mubon, Moobon (무본 - Mubôn)

Muk, Muck, Mook, Moock (묵 - Muc)

Mi, Mee (미 - Mi)

Nan (난 - Nan)

Namgoong, Namgung, Namkoong, Namkung (남궁 - Namgung)

Nang (낭 - Nang)

Nae (내 - Né)

Noi, Nwe (뇌 - Nê)

Ok, Ock (옥 - Ôc)

On, Ohn (온 - Ôn)

Ong (옹 - Ông)

Pan, Pahn (판 - Pan)

Paeng (팽 - Péng)

Pyeon, Pyun, Pyuhn (편 - Pión)

Pyeong, Pyung, Pyuhng (평 - Pióng)

Po, Poh (포 - Pô)

Pyo (표 - Piô)

Pung, Poong (풍 - Pung)

Pi, Pee (피 - Pi)

Pil, Fil, Peel, Feel (필 - Pil)

Ra, La, Rah, Lah (라 - Lá)

Ran, Lan (란 - Lan)

Rang, Lang (랑 - Lang)

Ryeo, Ryuh, Lyeo, Lyuh (려 - Lió)

Roe, Loe, Roi, Loi, Rwe, Lwe (뢰 - Lê)

Sa, Sah (사 - Sá)

Sakong, Sagong (사공 - Sagông)

San, Sahn (산 - San)

Sam, Sahm (삼 - Sam)

Sang, Sahng (상 - Sang)

Seomun, Seomoon, Suhmun, Suhmoon, Sumun, Sumoon (서문 - Sómún)

Seonu, Seonwu, Seonwoo, Seonoo, Sunu, Sunwu, Sunwoo, Sunoo (선우 - Sónú)

Seob, Sub, Seop, Sup, Suhb, Suhp (섭 - Sób)

Sobong (소봉 - Sobông)

Soo, Su (수 - Su)

Sun, Soon (순 - Sun)

Seung (승 - Sûng)

Si, Shi, Xi, See, Shee, Xee (시 - Xi)

Tak, Tahk (탁 - Tác)

Tan, Tahn (탄 - Tan)

Tang, Tahng (탕 - Táng)

Tae (태 - Té)

Uh, Eo, Eoh (어 - Ó)

Wan, Wahn (완 - Uán)

Wang, Wahng (왕 - Uáng)

Wun, Un, Woon, Oon (운 - Un)

Wi (위 - Uí)

Ya, Yah (야 - Iá)

Yeop, Yeob, Yup, Yub, Yuhp, Yuhb (엽 - Iób)

Yeong, Young, Yung (영 - Ióng)

Ye, Yeh (예 - Iê)

Yo (요 - Iô)

Yong (용 - Iông)

Yook, Yuk (육 - Iúk)

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Imagine: K-Drama remake of “The Walking Dead”

1) The show would be 20 episodes long and would cover the first two seasons of the original series.

2) Storyline is mostly the same, with changes being to fit the different setting/culture. Also, the teases to season 3 are removed just in case the drama doesn’t get renewed. So, no Michonne or the shot of the prison in the distance.

3) Lee Jung-Jae (Seong Gi-hun from Squid Game, Sol from The Acolyte) as the equivalent to Rick Grimes. In this version, he is a police officer from Yangpyeong County. I chose that county since if Seoul becomes the equivalent of Atlanta, he has to be from an area not too far from the city.

4) Han Hyun Min (So Not Worth It) as the equivalent to Glenn Rhee. Since you obviously can’t do the scene where Glenn has to correct Daryl Dixon by saying that he’s Korean, Glenn in this version is played by a Korean-Nigerian actor. So Daryl’s ignorance in this version would probably be something along the lines of him saying that Glenn is Ethiopian or a black American.

5) The Rick-Lori-Shane love triangle gets more of a kdrama vibe, so maybe we might actually get to see how Rick fell in love with Lori and how Shane began to lust after her.

6) Ryoo Seung-bum (Frank from Moving) as the equivalent to Daryl Dixon.

7) Ju Ji-hoon (Lee Chang from Kingdom) as the equivalent to Shane Walsh.

8) Song Hye-kyo (Moon Dong-eun from The Glory) as the equivalent to Lori Grimes.

9) Steven Yeun (original Glenn Rhee) makes a cameo appearance as the army zombie inside the tank. The one who Rick gets the grenade from.

10) Park Ji-hu (Nam On-jo from All of Us Are Dead) as the equivalent to Maggie Greene

11) Park Sung-Woong (Kim Myeong-gil from Bloodhounds) as the equivalent to Merle Dixon

12) Song Kang-ho (Kim Ki-taek from Parasite) as the equivalent to Hershel Greene

13) Han Hyo-joo (Lee Mi-hyun from Moving) as the equivalent to Andrea

14) Chun Ho-jin (Seo Tae-su from My Golden Life) as the equivalent to Dale Horvath

15) Kim Joo-ryoung (Han Mi-nyeo from Squid Game) as the equivalent to Carol Peletier

16) As stated above, Atlanta is changed to Seoul

[cosmosbeelover]

The History of Korean Female Soloists from the 20th Century: Episode 11/?

The eleventh episode of 'The History of Korean Female Soloists from the 20th Century' focuses on notable Korean musicians who emerged during the early 20th century, a time significantly impacted by Japanese occupation. The historical records pertaining to these artists remain largely incomplete. This scarcity of thorough documentation can be attributed to the nearly century-long gap since their contributions, which predates the Korean War and resulted in the loss or inaccessibility of vital records. As a result, the limited information on this singer may render this episode a (8th) mini-sode within the broader series 'The History of Korean Female Soloists from the 20th Century.'

It is important to highlight that the available information is limited, and there is no image of the singer. The photo I have included may be associated with Lee So-hee, but the only connection appears to be their names, indicating that they may or may not represent the same individual.

Lee So-hee (이소희; 李素姫)

Lee So-hee (이소희) was a Korean folk vocalist and a Jinju gisaeng during the period of Japanese occupation in Korea. She showcased her talent by performing Namdo Sori alongside Lee Ok-hyang (이옥향) and Kim Hwa-seon (김화선) at the Female Master Singers' Competition of the All-Joseon Local Entertainment Competition on May 3-4, 1938, and later participated in the Hanhaeguje Master Singers' Competition on March 18, 1940. Between 1940 and 1943, she collaborated with Im Jong-seong (임종성) and Jeong Won-seop (정원섭) on the Gyeongseong Broadcasting Station (京城放送局), where they presented a variety of short songs and folk pieces, including "Pak Taryeong," "Sugungga," "Undam Punggyeong," "Jukjang Mang-hye," and changgeukjo.

Sugungga (수궁가; 水宮歌)

Sugungga is one of the five recognized pansori madang, also referred to by various names such as Tokki Taryeong, Byeolju Bujeon, Byeolju Buga, Tobyeolga, and Toebyeolga. This pansori narrates the tale of the Dragon King of the Water Palace, intertwined with the fable of the turtle and the rabbit, a narrative that has been preserved through generations and is traditionally performed by clowns. The plot centers around the Dragon King of the South Sea, who, afflicted by illness, sends Byeoljubu (Jara) to entice a rabbit for its liver. However, the clever rabbit outsmarts Jara and escapes to the outside world.

Key elements of Sugungga include the Dragon King's ailment, a Taoist priest's pulse examination, the rabbit's artistic representation, and the ensuing conflict among beasts over territory. The narrative unfolds with Jara's attempts to lure the rabbit, the rabbit's cunning evasion of the Dragon King, and its subsequent mockery of Jara. The story is rich in allegory and humour, characterized by a light and cheerful tone, which distinguishes it as one of the more accessible forms of pansori.

The text of Sugungga (序唱), particularly the version known as Toebyeolga, was compiled by Shin Jae-hyo (신재효; 申在孝), reflecting the performance style of clowns of that era. Notable segments include the preface sung to a jungmori rhythm, along with various thematic pieces such as Yongwangdeukbyeong (龍王得病: Jinyang, Jungmori, Eotmori) and Gogocheonbyeon (皐皐天邊: Jungmori), all performed in the same rhythmic style. The five-line score, recorded by Park Cho-wol (박초월) and transcribed by Kim Gi-su (김기수; 金琪洙), appears in Volume 5 of ‘Korean Music’. Contemporary performers like Kim Yeon-su (김연수; 金演洙), Jeong Gwang-su (정광수; 鄭珖秀), and Jeong Gwon-jin (정권진; 鄭權鎭) have gained recognition for their interpretations of Sugungga, with the former two continuing the legacy of Yu Seong-jun (유성준), while Jeong Gwon-jin (정권진) upholds the tradition of Gangsanje.

Pansori Sugungga Jo Sang-hyeon (조상현) A performance scene of Sugungga at the 1988 Korean Traditional Music Festival. The singer is Jo Sang-hyeon and the drummer is Kim Myeong-hwan (김명환). Sugungga is one of the five madang of pansori. (Source: Encyclopaedia of Korean Culture)

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