#Lee jung-jae imagine

[atomicfoxx]

💖 I need a big boyyy, give me a big boyyyyyyy 💖

and I need him so bad

[222hyunju]

lee jung-jae is my biggest hear me out. no i will NOT elaborate 🗣️🗣️

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ without you ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ seong gi-hun x player!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ the air had gone dry sometime after the shooting, sometime after the shouting stopped. now, it clung to the four of you akin to a damp sheet, suffocating in its silence, in its refusal to speak. no one dared to fill it. not jun-hee, who sat stiffly with both hands pressed to the swell of her stomach as if her own touch could shield the life inside her from the horror it had almost witnessed. not geum-ja, whose wrinkled hands trembled in her lap as she kept her head bowed, dark lashes casting long shadows over her swollen eyes. and not hyun-ju, who had stopped mourning hours ago but whose breath stuttered every now and then, as if her chest refused to believe it had survived another culling. the blood had dried on the cuffs of her sleeves. and then there was you, pallid, placid, barely holding together the pieces of what was left.

˚ ༘♡ in the dim lighting of the dormitory, washed in that sickening industrial glow, he looked almost like a corpse. seong gi-hun. player 456. his hair matted down against his forehead, a stripe of dried blood cutting a harsh diagonal across his angular jaw, hands cuffed to one of the bedposts as if he was some unmanageable beast instead of the man who had once passed his kindness down the line without a word. his eyes stared past the wall, past the ceiling, past all of you, hollowed out, not empty but unbearably full of failure. of grief. of guilt.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t blame him. for the rebellion. for the carnage. even for coming back. none of it. he had been desperate. the way a man gets when there is nothing left to pray to, when the only god left is one you have to become yourself. you had seen it in him in the days leading up to it, the restlessness, the pacing, the whispered conversations at night that never included the rest of you but never fully shut you out either. the way his eyes had kept searching the room for others like him, others who hadn’t quite lost all their dignity yet. who flinched at the sound of gunfire. he had tried. he had wanted something different. and he had failed, but he had tried.

˚ ༘♡ your throat hurt. not from screaming. you hadn’t screamed. you hadn’t moved when the shots started. you hadn’t run. you sat there, watched people die again, this time for believing it could end. your throat hurt because something had folded up inside you so tightly it ached. something had gone still. and now, looking at gi-hun chained like an animal and barely breathing, you felt it stir.

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t even glance at you when you stood. the others said nothing. jun-hee shifted somewhat, protective of her unborn baby. geum-ja sniffled. hyun-ju glanced at the floor. the walls were humming faintly, always humming, always pretending the games weren’t built on the sound of human blood drying. you walked slowly, bare feet brushing over the cold concrete, the fluorescent lights above flickering faintly, once, as if reconsidering whether to stay on.

˚ ༘♡ you knelt beside the bed he was chained to, the clink of the metal cuff the only sound between you for a long time. he didn’t look at you. his chest rose and fell steadily, but it was shallow, like he’d forgotten how to breathe fully. like he didn’t want to. his left hand, free, was curled into a loose fist on his thigh, knuckles scraped from the scuffle when the guards wrestled him down after the rebellion collapsed and he demanded death. he hadn’t fought them much after that. they hadn’t needed to tranquilize him. he had… stopped.

˚ ༘♡ “gi-hun,” you whispered. not too soft, not too loud. just enough. just enough to remind him you were here. that he was here. but he didn’t blink. didn’t flinch. he may not have heard you at all. or maybe he had, and that was worse. because maybe it didn’t matter.

˚ ༘♡ your voice cracked the second time. “are you okay?”

˚ ༘♡ no reply. his jaw clenched, barely, the only sign he had heard you at all. his gaze didn’t move. not to you. not to the others. he stared at the opposite wall like he was watching the footage play back over and over, on a loop they’d burned into his skull. you knew he was seeing it. the rebellion. the people who trusted him. the blood. jung-bae’s screams. the moment the front man ordered the shots.

˚ ༘♡ you wanted to touch him. your hand hovered just above his, and you thought about all the small kindnesses he’d given over the last weeks. the way he had tried to shield jun-hee when they endured miserable and terrifying nights. the way he had forced geum-ja to eat when she’d gone limp with despair. how he’d stayed up with you after the mingle game, when your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. all of that, and now, this. this silence. this cuff. this ruin.

˚ ༘♡ “you were trying to stop it,” you said, your voice a little firmer now. “i know you were. none of this is your fault.”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes closed. just for a second. not sleep. not peace. more like a wince. your words pressed too hard against something raw inside him. he didn’t answer. didn’t ask you to stop. but his breathing hitched, only once. and his fist uncurled by a tad. you stayed there, waiting, not expecting anything in return. the next game loomed, inevitable, cruel in its mystery. and you were terrified. your knees hurt against the concrete. your throat ached. but none of that mattered right now. not while he looked like that. as if he had nothing left worth staying alive for.

˚ ༘♡ your voice dropped, soft again. “i’m here.”

˚ ༘♡ nothing. but maybe, maybe that meant everything.

˚ ༘♡ time passed like dripping wax, thick, irreversible, and strangely undisturbed in the aftermath. no one had spoken in hours. you didn’t leave gi-hun’s side, not even as the women shifted, lay down, or tried to rest. jun-hee had turned her back to the room, cupping her belly as if she could shield her unborn child from the memory of the rebellion and the horror to come. hyun-ju was silent, picking absently at the thread of her uniform. geum-ja hadn’t moved much at all except to murmur the occasional prayer under her breath, soft and rhythmic, as if it was the only thing she had left to anchor her.

˚ ༘♡ you remained at the foot of the bed where gi-hun sat, cuffed, slouched, back pressed to the metal bars. he hadn’t shifted. not when the lights dimmed. not when they rose again. not when the heavy doors clanged open with that awful mechanical groan that always preceded food.

˚ ༘♡ it was two of the guards, the usual ones, stiff and faceless behind the pink masks, who entered without ceremony and handed out aluminum trays near the door.

˚ ༘♡ sweet purple potatoes. no rice. no soup. no meat. the violet starchy cores, whole and cold. you rose quietly, careful not to startle gi-hun, though he hadn’t reacted to movement in hours. the women didn’t stir when you walked to grab your tray.

˚ ༘♡ your hands shook a little as you picked up one of the sweet potatoes. the other tray had already been split between geum-ja and jun-hee, who looked at you but said nothing. you gripped one of the potatoes, fingers clutching the warm skin of the root, and crouched again by the side of gi-hun’s bed.

˚ ༘♡ “you have to eat.” your voice was low, strained, full of effort not to sound desperate. “just a little. please.”

˚ ༘♡ his head tilted scarcely, but his eyes stayed distant. it was like watching a statue shift, a subtle movement, hardly visible, but enough to let you know he wasn’t completely detached. not gone. not yet.

˚ ༘♡ you placed the potato gently beside him, fingers brushing the mattress edge. you stayed there, kneeling, staring up at him with a kind of stubborn ache swelling in your chest.

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t have to say anything,” you added, quieter now. “but you need your strength. i know you don’t care right now. but i do. we all do.”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t blink. didn’t move. and then, so faintly it could have been breath, you heard it.

˚ ༘♡ “i’m not the man you think i am.”

˚ ༘♡ your eyes stung immediately, so sharply it startled you. not because he had finally spoken, but because of what he had said. because it felt like he had looked inside you, peeled something open, and decided to destroy it before it could reach him. his voice was hoarse. dry. cracked like something that hadn’t been used in days. but it held a clarity that gutted you. a conviction born from pain, not pride.

˚ ༘♡ “you don’t know me,” he added, so hushed it might’ve been to himself. “you think i tried to stop this. but i didn’t. i… i made it worse. they followed me. they died. i made them hope.”

˚ ༘♡ your throat locked. it was like something inside your ribcage had split, jagged. you reached for his free hand, not forcefully, but to rest yours near it. you couldn’t let him spiral further. he wasn’t alone. he had to know he wasn’t alone.

˚ ༘♡ “gi-hun…”

˚ ༘♡ “enough,” geum-ja’s voice cut through the room, not unkind but firm, worn. “please, child.”

˚ ༘♡ you turned toward her, blinking away the tears that were gathering fast. she didn’t move from where she sat, arms around her legs, but her eyes were focused on you, sharp despite the exhaustion weighing down her body.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re exerting yourself,” she said, more gently now. “he will be fine. he just needs time. space. you’re going to fall apart, too, if you keep trying to carry him.”

˚ ༘♡ “i’m not…” you started, but your voice failed. your hand withdrew from gi-hun’s instinctively, even though he hadn’t flinched. he hadn’t pulled away.

˚ ༘♡ “he’s still here,” geum-ja said, more softly, “he’s not gone. but don’t push him. not now. please.”

˚ ༘♡ silence followed. one that filled the whole room, dense and unbearable. you nodded once, shaky. then stood, step by step, heart resisting every inch of space you created between you and him.

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t look back when you sat beside hyun-ju and rested your arms on your knees. you couldn’t. the ache was too loud. it howled inside you like a wound reopened. because you couldn’t fathom it, not being there for him. not when he had given so much of himself to everyone else. not when it was clear he hadn’t given anything to himself in return. not when it was him.

˚ ༘♡ the cold sweet potato remained untouched by the bed. gi-hun stared ahead, unmoved. but a flicker of something had passed between you, and though it wasn’t comfort, not yet, it was a fracture. a crack in the silence. and maybe, just maybe, the start of something he could return from.

a/n: my first seong gi-hun fanfiction! let me know if you have any thoughts or requests! 🤍

[writersblockiskillingme]

I NEED GI HUN X F! READER PLEASEEEEEE

There’s barely anything for him:((

It can be literally anything but rn I’m craving comfort so maybe Gi Hun comforts his girl when she starts crying and she can’t really explain what’s wrong

Comfort | Seong Gi-hun x reader

Pairing: Seong Gi-hun x fem!reader

Summary: You knew that hunting down the salesman was going to be difficult, but after everything that you've been through in the games alongside Gi-hun, sometimes everything feels like it's going to suffocate you. Luckily, he's always there for you.

Warning/s: angst, hurt/comfort, a little fluff, short fic, just two traumatized people trying to heal each other, PTSP (talking about the games), death, tears, sadness, depressed atmosphere, cigarette addiction, cursing (?), mourning, guns, hunting down the salesman, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: So I finally got out of the writer's block, and I found some spare time, so I finally sat down to write. I gave it my best shot. I hope you like it! More to come.

Being his friend was easy. Being in love with him was even easier.

Once the games came around, everything became more complicated. I simply never thought that something like this was going to happen. Working in a job position that I did never brought me much money. Sure, it was enough to bring some food on my table and to cover the bills, but it wasn't anything big. However, once I found myself drowning in debt, I found myself in a horrific situation with no way out.

The money that I earned was not enough for respectable food, I couldn't pay my landlord for a few months, and I was a few weeks away from being kicked out on the streets. Not to mention the debt for which it seemed like I never paid enough to get out of. I thought moving back to Korea would somehow help me at least to escape the loan sharks and pay for necessary things, but I couldn't imagine how wrong I would be.

That's when I met him. The Salesman. Playing the ddakji with him for some money earned me some food for that night, but it also gave me an opportunity of a lifetime. It was an opportunity that I now know I would have never taken if I had known what was waiting for me out there once I called the number at the back of the card that he gave me.

Before the first game, I saw him. My old childhood friend Seong Gi-hun. Up until I saw him, I came to a realization about just how much I missed him.

Truth to be told, I have always felt something more than friendship for him ever since I was I kid. At first, I brushed it off, but when I entered my teenage years, I realized that I really loved him.

I had to move away when I was twenty years old. I haven't seen him ever since. I only heard a few snippets about his life during the years I spent away from Korea. I heard that he had a, now ex, wife, and a daughter.

It was his mother who called me. She used to watch over me sometimes when we were kids, and since I was her son's best friend back then, we kept in touch over the years. It was nice, to be honest. Up until the day that she called me for a regular check-up. I had just gotten off of work after a really bad day. I had just sat down by the kitchen counter when I heard my phone ringing. The entire time I was on a call with her, she sounded strange. Kind of nervous, maybe even a bit disappointed. After a while I couldn't take it anymore and when I asked her what was wrong she told me the joyful news.

"Gi-hun is getting married."

I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was suffocating. I somehow forced myself to finish the phone call, trying to sound as happy as I could, considering that the love of my life was marrying another. A few years later, he got a daughter, and I soon heard about the divorce. I tried calling him multiple times to check on him. He never answered.

We reconnected during the games. During the bloodshed. During the pain. During the tears. During the final game, where it was down to Sangwoo, him and I. After Sangwoo died, I knew I couldn't kill him. He couldn't either. After the stunt that we pulled, we survived. We were about to kill ourselves, we truly were, but then at the last second, just as the knife had scraped the surface of my neck, they announced two winners.

After that, I realized that I couldn't live without him. I didn't have a family, didn't have any friends. His mother died, and his daughter moved with her mother and stepfather to America he lost his family, too. We were everything to each other. We still are.

As the months, years, passed, we set ourselves on a mission of finding the salesman.

At first, we didn't touch the money covered with the invisible blood. We couldn't bring ourselves to do so, but when we realized that we may have a shot at taking down the games, we used the money only for that sole purpose.

The first thing we did was to pay off our debts. Then together we bought the love hotel called "Pink Motel" in Seoul. The sign outside was always tured off. We decided to buy it so we could live there and now we also use it as headquarters while tracking down the salesman. Which was always.

That was currently our only purpose in life right now.

After we figured out our plan, we started to work with the loan sharks that were chasing us because of our debts. We paid them to find the salesman, and they were searching relentlessly.

Our mental health hasn't been all that great either.

Both Gi-hun and I have developed a cigarette addiction. Sometimes all we did was breath in the intoxicating smoke instead of air. In a strange way it helped me breath. I wasn't so nervous anymore. My hands shook less.

Gi-hun has nightmares. Every single night. I have them, too, but not that frequently. He had a gun next to his nightstand. I had mine under the pillow. It brought a sense of comfort that was always short-lived.

The nightmares kept us up all night, and because of them, we couldn't find any rest even during the daytime. It was always the people we lost on that cured island. Sangwoo... Sae-byeok... Ali... The images of our friends dead never left my brain. And neither did Gi-hun's. Other times, we dreamt that we're still playing the games. Us dying. Each other dying. The Frotman. The salesman.

It was too much.

I was just monitoring the room where our most trusted men were practicing. I didn't realize when it had happened, but I fell asleep. I guess all those sleeping pills that Boss Kim gave to Gi-hun and me finally caught up to me.

I felt trapped. Gi-hun... he was dying in front of me during the squid game. I couldn't do anything about it. I held him, covered in his blood, crying, screaming, curing at the sky for the misfortune we had to live. Cursing the makers of the game. Cursing the Frontman. Cursing the pink guards that just stood there and did nothing. Cursing the world.

Hands.

They were shaking my shoulders.

My name.

It was uttered from the lips of the man that I would die for.

My eyes snapped open, meeting Gi-hun's worried ones. Once he realized that I was awake, his face visibly relaxed, relief washing over him as I heard him let out a sigh, his head and shoulders hung downwards.

"A nightmare again?" He asked me as he brought his hand up to my cheeks, whipping away the tears that I didn't know fell, but also wasn't surprised that they did.

"I-I can't-" I sobbed, unable to form a sentence as he quickly brought me in his arms, drowning me in his chest.

"Shhh..." He whispered as he ran his hand down my hair as I cried against his neck, drowning his black shirt with my tears, "I'm here. You're okay."

"Yo-You w-were-" I stuttered, tears streaming down my cheeks, "You were dying, and I-I couldn't s-save y-you."

For a moment, there was just quiet in the room. Neither spoke. The only thing breaking the silence of our bedroom were my cries.

"Do you know why I never answered your phone calls after you found out about the divorce?" He asked me, his voice low, but soft with comfort. His sudden question about that topic surprising me a bit, "Do you know why my mother told you about it instead of me? The wedding, the divorce?"

"No."

"It was because I didn't want to face the fact that I was the cause of your misery." He whispered, still softly running his hand through my hair, my cries slowly dying down as I listened to him speak.

"I have always loved you and I knew that I hurt you with my decision even though I never wanted that to happen. I just tried to forget about you, I never knew that I could actually be with you." He sighed, "I thought that it would be the best for you. I didn't deserve you, I'm not even sure I still do." He chuckled softly.

"But even though I may not deserve you, I will never stop fighting for you and your happiness. You are my everything, and I would be damned if I ever let you feel any sort of pain." He lifted my chin with his hand as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine, our lips almost meeting each other's, "We will find him and end this, but for now, how about I make you some tea and we get you to bed huh, my love? What do you say?"

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@shadow-tumbler

[yandere-wishes]

i would give just about anything for some master sol content (from the acolyte? 🥺) maybe him realizing he has feelings for you and tries to restrain himself from acting in them, but ultimately finds himself too enamored with you 👉🏻👈🏻

I love master Sol sm!! 🥺🥺 he's so perfect ♥️💖

"There is no emotion. There is peace. There is no ignorance. There is knowledge. There is no passion. There is serenity"

He repeats the words like a sermon, devotion in tone, in mind. "No emotion only peace." There's a temporary flash. Some poltergeist daring to intrupt the idyllic room. Sol keeps his eyes closed, praying to the force. Exorcism on his tongue.

He sees the stars, the cosmic waves, and then...

And then your face smiling back at him. Between the debris of an asteroid field.

Sol isn't use to this.

To feelings so potent they threaten to suffocate. He's use to serenity, peace. A clear mind operating on the code he was brought up on. He's taken the clarity of a jedi molded mind for granted. He misses the halcyon.

You haunt him, sinking your teeth into his heart and bleeding him dry. He's thinking of you every moment, trying desprealty to push down the specter that dances across his sight.

Your ghost looms filling the air with a potent presence. Sols fingers reach out. caressing air and emptiness. He longs to feel your smaller hand in his.

"Master sol, are you willing to train padawan (y/n) for the afternoon?". Vernestra Rwoh's voice is pin needles tearing into his frail heart strings sol doesn't know how much restrain he can show when your physically there. Force, help him. He needs to feel you. Worship your body with saccharine feverous kisses. Feel your soft fingers running through his hair.

"Yes, I can..."

[daz-zey]

They both need more loving. More support.

Just mmorrreeeeee.

[dearclairegeraldin]

LJJ apparently demonstrates raynam💅

[seongwave]

⎙  » vengeance

pairing : hierarchy!cast x kang!oc

synopsis : the revenge was not revenging so kang chae took matters in her own hands.

warning : lowercase intended. not proofread. revenge. mentions of death, killing and pedophilia. curse words. usage of korean words.

a/n : the ending was noooooot it ! so i made my own.

her brothers meant everything to her. even after being adopted by a chaebol and moving to another country, she provided for them, cared for them, and loved them. so who in their right mind would mess with her siblings, especially in-han?

chae was more than devastated when ha delivered the news of their brother being killed and the cover-up by the higher-ups. she was torn apart and would do anything to get revenge.

she started with jae-i. meeting her was accidental, but it felt like fate was on her side. chae discovered she was carrying a child and collected enough proof for future use. she befriended the girl after her miscarriage.

she didn't feel any pity at all. after all, this person was one of the reasons her brother died. an eye for an eye. a life for a life.

but that wasn't enough at all.

although it took chae a long time to fully gain jae-i's trust, it eventually happened. now, they're returning to korea.

"you sure you're ready to face him again?" chae asked with fake concern. "yeah, you know my plans already," jae-i responded, looking out the window.

'about time, now i can finally proceed to my other plans,' chae thought.

"what, you're falling for that girl now?! after everything in-han went through! you're falling for the girl who played a part in destroying our brother's life! ha, he didn't even get to live his life!" chae yelled miserably as tears overflowed her eyes, but outrage took over.

"if you're gonna ensure that girl, then stay the fuck out of my plans"

choi yun-seok. he was exceptionally simple to break. it took chae to just drug him with his own drugs and let a few young lady make out with the fellow. nothing past the line happened but chae sending the photo to his adored sweetheart causing them to break up.

baek chan-min. oh how she loved her adoptive parents connection. his parents were unemployed and his scholarship on the line in just a blink of an eye.

jung jae hyeok. a nauseating human being who seeks for his father's attention. chae drove his father away even more and spread his wrong doings.

lee woojin. a not so victim of pedophilia. it was exceptionally simple to gather prove of his taboo relationship with a teacher.

yoon hera. a cherished daughter. chae is the reason behind her father's bankcrupcy.

kim ri-an. his reaction was the finest after chae send a photo of his and jae-i's dead child. as well as haunting his life with his doings.

and now, the killer. han ji-su. she took time in ruining this person's life. starting with woojin to her career and to her life.

but that didn't end with just that. she released all the recordings, photographs, proofs, and scandals she had collected for a long time. ruining the family of each. destroying the student themselves. ruining the school itself. 

did she get caught? yes. but did they do anything? no, they cannot. all they could do is scream, cry, and be miserable just like her when she lost her brother.

masterlist !

[my-drama-heart2406]

Uk and Yeong are going to have the dirtiest, nastiest, most amazing sex in all kinds of wierd places.

You can't change my mind.

[222hyunju]

please god, give me some gun play fics. or maybe an au where he’s a professor and the reader is a frustrated student? i’m soooo thirsty UGHHH.

This gun scene on squid game 2 honestly had me physically GASPING for air I need to see some fics about this IMMEDIATELY pls pls pls pls TAG ME YALL

[angelseraphines]

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

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

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

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

3. money heist korea berlin x reader

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

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

[writersblockiskillingme]

Revenge | Seong Gi-hun

Pairing: Seong Gi-hun x fem!reader (winner!reader)

Summary: After the rebellion and the sorrowful realization that they are still alive even tho everyone else who was with them in the rebellion is dead, two past winners want their revenge.

Warning/s: SPOILERS FOR THE FIRST EPISODE OF SQUID GAME SEASON 3!!! I have not yet finished this season so please NO SPOILERS (thank you), guns, wounds, blood, Gi-hun and the reader are sort of dead inside, they are both hating on Dae-ho, death of the players from the rebellion, knives, thirst for revenge, the reader and Gi-hun are handcuffed to the beds, cursing, longish fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I am finally back!! I'm also soooo excited for this new season that I couldn't wait to post this. I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night! 🫰

Darkness.

All I saw was darkness. Pure darkness. It was all-consuming, it was surprisingly peaceful like being held, finally at ease.

Maybe I wanted this all along. Maybe I was yearning for it all this time, ever since Gi-hun and I won the games three years ago. The endless search for the salesman drained us as much as it possibly could. Not that I thought it could drain us as much as the games did. As much as watching our friends did. All of this led us to even more desperation.

The fact that the two of us made it out the first time, when it should've been only one winner is on its own a fucking miracle. A piece of both of us was left on that island and I'm certain that it will forever stay there. Unable to return to us as long as we live. If it can even be said that we're living. More like surviving. Yes. Surviving was definitely a better word to the describe the state that we found ourselves in. Surviving out of spite. Out of hope that we can change the faith of innocent people who will die in the games. Out of hope that we can actually change the world.

Both of us knew that it was gonna be hard. However, that didn't stop us. We fought with a burning desire to stop the man behind the games. The thirst that both of us held in our hearts, the thirst for change was so strong that it drove us to our deaths. That it drove our closest childhood friend to his death. Along with a fateful friend we met along the way. Along with everyone else who was brave enough to stand up and fight.

We almost had the access to the control room when it happened. Gi-hun, Jung-bae and I were out of ammo. Young-il was taking care of it with other players. Soon enough, he was dead. The Frotman was the next surprise, but what happened next will haunt us every second that Gi-hun and I will spend breathing. Jung-bae died. In front of our very eyes. Frotman shot him.

Gi-hun and I... we watched helplessly as the guards pushed us on the ground, limiting out movements. All of a sudden, that darkness overcame us.

Maybe we both deserved it. I honestly blame myself and I'm sure that he does, too. But now. Now, it's finally over. I've finally met my end. I'm sure he did, too.

Maybe I truly, deep down, wanted this to happen to me. Maybe I wanted to die. To finally find my peace. With him. I'm sure that in a few moments, I will meet him. Because even in death I can't live without him. Which drove both of us to almost kill ourselves before there were two winners of the games three years ago.

Maybe finally I will find my peace with him without having to fight for it anymore.

Without the constant voices that continously rang in my head.

"Let's attack them first."

"That doesn't mean we should kill each other."

"That's exactly what they want us to do."

"A small sacrifice for the greater good?"

"Even if it takes a sacrifice, we must put an end to this game now."

"Fight with us so we can go home together."

"Anyone who wishes to join us, please step forward."

"Why did you bring me instead of Young-il?"

"Because you're our friend."

My head was starting to hurt. It was so strange. How is it possible to feel pain in your death?

I could feel my body. My eyes twitching. I opened them and was met with the sight of the room where the player's slept. Was this my own personal hell? Will I truly not escape this sorrowful reality even in my death?

"Sir? Ma'am?" the voice of the old lady spoke. I slowly looked around, taking in the sight of Hyun-ju, Jun-hee, Geum-ja and Yong-sik. Before I could say or do anything the elderly lady spoke again.

"Oh, gosh! You're both alive. Thank God you're alive." she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief. I couldn't understand it.

"Are you all right?" her son asked us, leaning over the bed, closer. The girls never took their looks away.

I turned my head slowly, meeting Gi-hun's gaze. He was laying right next to me, our hands brushing against each other's.

For a while we didn't say anything. Our expressions completely unreadable. We were just staring into each other before we grabbed the hold of each other's hand, slowly trying to sit up. Geum-ja and Hyun-ju quickly coming to our aid. We sat at the corner of the bad, looking around. A crushing realization overcoming both of us.

"What about the others?" Gi-hun voiced as we both looked at Hyun-ju with wide eyes.

She didn't say anything, just shaking her head after a few seconds. She didn't need to say anything. We already knew even before asking her.

Why?

"And Jung-bae?" It was our turn to keep quiet. Frozen. To be completely honest, I still couldn't believe that he was gone. Gi-hun couldn't either. We just couldn't bring ourselves to say it, but Gi-hun's pouty expression and my glossy eyes were enough to answer the question we couldn't bring ourselves to answer out loud.

"Look closely at the consequences of your little hero game."

The grief. The disappointment. The hatred was too great.

The alarm sounded and the pink guards walked in. They showed how much more money was collected before the square spoke.

"A total of 35 players were eliminated last night, and 60 players remain in the game. The prize money accumulated up to this point is 39.6 billion won, and each person's share is 660 million won. You will not take a vote to decide whether to continue the games or not."

He suddenly had to stop speaking because Gi-hun and I started to walk towards them. Everything was quiet. Nobody moved a muscle as they watched us confront them.

"Why did you keep us alive?" Gi-hun asked, moving towards them, closer, closer and closer.

"Why didn't you kill us?" I spoke, my voice shaking with anger as I suddenly screamed, "You killed all of them! Why not us?!"

"Answer us! Tell us why!"

We were yelling, screaming. Five triangle guards armed with guns ran over trying to stop us. It felt like shouting at deaf people. Like they didn't hear what we were saying. They just stood there. Unmoving. Unbothered. I felt like ripping my hair out.

"Shoot! Fucking shoot me, you motherfucker!!" I screamed, pointing the end of the guard gun at my chest, tears were streaming down my face.

Why did you keep me alive? Why?

"Yes! Shoot me too, you bastards! Kill me too!" Gi-hun was yelling, pointing the gun at his forehead.

Suddenly we were both dragged down on the ground. Kicking, crying, screaming at them that they won. They finally won. We couldn't make it, we failed every single person in this room. We failed our friends. We amused our enemies. I felt like I failed him, too.

"Why didn't you kill us?! Why did you let us live?! Why?!"

"Kill me! Kill me too!"

"Just let me die!!"

Before we could do or say more, we were both lifted from the ground. Soon enough both of us were handcuffed to the bed. Both of us on either side of the bedpost. Our hands that were not bound by the handcuffs were holding each other's. Desperately seeking comfort amidst the death wish. The voting began, Gi-hun and I didn't vote. Not like our votes could change anything. Too many people wanted to continue the games.

The voting finished. Gi-hun and I didn't utter a single word.

I felt so empty. So lost, and above all, so tired and done with everything. Even though I didn't actually die, I still felt like I was dead. Gi-hun was on the same boat. We haven't moved at all except for the occasions when we squeezed each other's hand. Just to make sure that even though everything was lost, we still had each other's hand to hold. And frankly, that was the only thing keeping me sane especially after the voting when player 100 turned to us and started mocking us.

"Hey, 456, 455." he spoke, we didn't even blink, pur gaze still stating right at the floor like it held all the answers.

"Tell me. Was this all just part of your plan? You two staged a rebellion to lure people out and had them all killed at once, didn't you?"

"They were all like, "Kill me!" Was that just for show?"

"Man, they both creep me out."

"That's right. Instead of killing them like the others, they brought them back here. There's definitely something going on."

"Anyway, thanks to you taking out the reds and getting them all killed, the money went up, and we won the vote by a landslide. Everyone let's thank them with a big round of applause."

They all started clapping and cheering.

"Thank you very much!"

"I see you were with us all along."

We did not utter a word. We didn't need too. Soon that crazy lady player 044 stood in front of us with her followers behind her.

"You fools." she proclaimed, "What did I tell you? You're not here of your own free will. Those vengeful souls hovering over your heads brought you here. Do you hear them? Your friends screaming right in your ears. You can cover them all you want, but it won't help. Those screams will only get louder. Both of you will be hearing their screams until the moment you die."

She started to laugh. She laughed right in our faces. For a moment, I felt as if all of the numbness evaporated, and as quickly as it had disappeared, pure rage appeared in its place. Gi-hun and I slowly looked up at her. Watching her. Watching her laugh. Her dark eyes that appeared to be even darker than they actually are because of her makeup, they were filled with satisfaction that was making itself known through her laugh. Her evil laugh.

I don't know what overcame him. What overcame me. Because, before I could even realize what was happening, our bodies seemed to move on their own and before we could stop and think for even a moment, Gi-hun's hand wrapped it's tightly around her throat as my legs kicked her right in her stomach.

"Stop!" one of her followers screamed as Gi-hun's grip started to become tighter and tighter.

As they tried to pull her away from him, which they soon succeeded in sadly, Gi-hun tried launching himself at her but was soon stopped by the handcuffs as I kicked my legs trying to hit her right in her bitchy little face.

"Are you all right, ma'am?"

She sadly is.

She placed her hand on her throat, glaring at us as she tried to catch her breath. She shook off her followers' hands off of her before she gasped, turned around and walked away, her followers hot on her heels.

Gi-hun and I were panting as we watched her walk away with frowns. We were both exhausted as we fell back against the bedpost. My head falling against his shoulder, his head falling on top of mine. I could feel his breath against my forehead as we tried to breathe steadily again.

It's all our fault.

They are all dead because of us. We failed them.

Everything that we did in our games was for nothing. All the sacrifices that we made, all the time we wasted on finding the salesman, all of our efforts to save everyone, all the risks we took to stop the games... it was all for nothing.

Our friends... innocent strangers... they are now all dead. Because of us and yet we are the two people they decided to keep alive.

Geum-ja, Hyun-ju, Jun-hee, and Yong-sik didn't approach us until after the food and water were handed out. Not like the two of us could even say anything to them. For a moment, Hyun-ju just stood in front of us and watched us. Her eyes filled with pity, pity that I couldn't stand right now. Geum-ja and Yong-sik crunched down in front of us with food and water.

"Sir. Ma'am." Geum-ja's soft motherly voice spoke to us, but we kept avoiding her gaze. "You should eat, even if it's just a little."

We didn't respond at all. We didn't even move a muscle. We just kept staring at that floor, not uttering a word or giving any sign that we were listening even though they knew that we were.

"Look, I know." Geum-ja tried again, "I know that you were trying to save us all. You were trying to punish the bad guys and put an end to all this."

"I'm sorry." Hyun-ju spoke, "I should've found a way to bring back the ammos."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Hyun-ju." Yong-sik reassured her. "It's all Dae-ho's fault."

At first I was confused, then I wanted answers to the unspoken question as soon as possible, yet I made no move to ask. Neither did Gi-hun.

"I saw it, my mom saw it, and everyone else saw it." Yong-sik continued, "Dae-ho came to pick up the ammo, but when he was about to leave, he just sank to the floor. When Hyun-ju came to get them, the masked men barged in. If my mom hadn't stopped her, she would've died too. Isn't that right, Hyun-ju?"

I heard enough and by the squeeze that Gi-hun gave to my hand, I knew that he did too. Dae-ho... the brave marine... he didn't bring the ammo. The ammo that could have stopped Jung-bae's death, Young-il's death and the death of all those other players that stood up and tried to help. We could've made it if we had the ammo, but we didn't. Because Dae-ho didn't bring it. All of a sudden, I saw red once again. All of a sudden, I wanted to hurt him. Badly. I wanted him to feel the pain that Gi-hun and I feel. I wanted to kill him myself.

"This won't bring anyone back." Geum-ja's voice brought me back for a split second, "Those of us who are still alive have to keep going, don't you think? Make sure you both eat, okay? Don't choke. Drink some water with it too." her comforting voice told us before she and her son left some food for us, along with a bottle of water before they both stood up and they all walked away.

We were glaring at the floor harder than ever. We still heard Geum-ja's voice along with Yong-sik and Hyun-ju.

"Gosh, they're completely out of it." Hyun-ju spoke.

"It's like their souls left their bodies." Geum-ja softly told them.

Dae-ho... We slowly looked up at each other. Determined. Enraged. My gaze snapped away from his after a while as I turned my head to look at Dae-ho. Gi-hun followed. And sure enough. There he was. Eating his food. Completely unbothered. It made me want to rip his head off.

Soon it was time for sleep. There were at least four guards positioned in the middle of the room, armed, just in case a fight broke out between us. After all, who would play the games if there was not a winner, huh?

Gi-hun and I didn't even touch the food or the water that Geum-ja and Yong-sik left us. Ever since we first looked at Dae-ho, we didn't take our eyes away from him the whole night.

The lights turned back on and the voice from the speakers sounded out once more as we watched Dae-ho wake up, "The fourth game will begin momentarily."

I'm sure that we were staring at him so hard that we both scared him because all of a sudden he looked away from both of us as he started to get up. Our eyes trailing after him as three guards approached us to free us from the handcuffs. All three of them armed.

We were walking hand in hand up the same steps on which the rebellion took place. We were looking around as before we stumbled upon a truly terrifying sight.

All of the players that were helping us in the rebellion now hung dead from the ceiling.

"You are witnessing the fate of those who refused the democratic process of voting and instead attempted to stop the game using violent means. We will not tolerate any irrational behavior which attempts to destroy the fair rules of this game, and such actions will be punished in accordance with our strict standards. We thank you again for your cooperation."

Our eyes were carefully watching Dae-ho as the took the sight of our dead friends in. He turned to look at our glaring eyes before he quickly turned away. We started to walk again.

We entered the room through a knife shaped door. In front of us was a gumball machine which contained red and blue balls.

"Welcome to your fourth game." the female voice from the speakers said, "This game will be played in two teams. Before we start the game, you will divide into teams. Please take turns drawing a ball from the gumball machine in front of you."

The players were taking turns, pulling the balls from the machine, but neither Gi-hun nor I have really paid any attention until every single person in the room turned towards us.

Reluctantly, I stepped forward.

There were only two balls left in the gumball machine. Red. Two red ones. Gi-hun and I will meet on the same team. After I took my red ball, Gi-hun stepped forward and took his.

Dae-ho had a blue one.

We were on the opposite teams.

Both of us went to stand next to each other amongst the red team as the square guard explained the game which we will play along with it's rules.

"The game you will be playing is Hide-and-seek. The Blue Team must either find the exit and escape within 30 minutes or stay hidden from the Red Team until the time is up. The Red Team, the taggers, must find members of the Blue Team and kill them within 30 minutes."

Murmures broke out almost immediately.

"The Red Team must find the Blue Team and kill them. If you fail to kill any opposing players you will be eliminated."

Gi-hun and I shared a look. We didn't say everything. We didn't need to. We already had a target.

The players on the Blue Team had been given a key with which they can open the door to escape while the Red Team had been given a knife.

Before the game began, we had time to switch teams if we wanted to. No switching teams will be allowed during the game, but that didn't matter. Both Gi-hun and I were perfectly happy with the team we were in so we just sat down at the corner next to each other, waiting for the game to start.

"Excuse me," the voice of player 100 sounded out, smiling, "Would one of you like to switch with-" he immediately stopped both taking and smiling once he saw Gi-hun and I look up at him, glaring, the grip on our knives getting tighter and tighter so much so that our knuckles turned pure white.

He got scared, turned around, and immediately walked away.

Our eyes were following him for a moment before they shifted towards the sound of Dae-ho's voice.

"Listen to me," he spoke to one of the women on the Red Team, "If you switch teams with me, I'll stay with you and protect you until the end, okay?"

"But you'd have to kill someone too." the woman spoke up, her voice trembling with fear and uneasiness.

"Will you just-!" he yelled before stopping himself, taking a deep breath as he continued with a voice filled with fake calm, "Just leave that to me. I can still stay with you. Please trust me. I'll keep my promise. Okay? Okay?"

His voice started to tremble too. The woman shook her head before pushing him away, the box in which the knife was placed she held tightly to her chest, trembling with fear.

He reluctantly stood up once he realized that he won't get through to her. He looked around anxiously before his eyes met Gi-hun's and mine. He froze. We were glaring at him.

He was such a fucking coward.

All of a sudden, his expression hardened. He started to walk towards us. Determined. Angry. Cursing all the way over to us.

"What?" he demanded once he stood right in front of us, his eyes blazing as Gi-hun and I stared right back, "What's your problem with me? Why do you keep looking at me like that? Want to blame me for everything? What did I do so wrong? We wouldn't have won. We wouldn't have won anyway."

Maybe.

Maybe we wouldn't have won.

But maybe, at least all of our efforts, all the risks we took, all the pain we have to endure would have been for nothing. Maybe at least Jung-bae and Young-il would still be alive if he just brought the ammo.

The storm was raging inside us yet we spoke non of it. Dae-ho broke.

"Fuck, stop looking at me like that!" he pushed Gi-hun's back against the wall in front of which the two of us were sitting. "It's not my fault! If we had fought the other damn side instead, we would have won. We could have won the fight and then the vote!" he was trembling with rage, his grip on Gi-hun's shoulders tight.

"It's your fault," he said, "Both of you are the ones to blame. They all died because of your ridiculous plan! It's you two! You're the ones who fucking killed them!"

The grip on my knife was unbelievably tight yet I made no move to do anything as I saw one of the guards armed with a gun approaching us. In a matter of seconds, the guard pushed the end of the gun against Dae-ho's back, stopping him from hurting us.

Neither Gi-hun nor I reacted in any way. We just kept glaring at him as he slowly lifted his arms up. The voice from the speakers sounded out.

"The game will begin momentarily. Blue Team please get ready to enter the arena. Let me repeat."

Gi-hun and I didn't listen anymore. We were glaring at Dae-ho the whole time until it was finally our turn to get up and enter the arena.

"Red Team, please enter the arena."

Everyone stared to walk through the door shaped like a key as soon as it was announced that we are allowed to enter.

It's your fault.

Gi-hun and I slowly sood up.

It's your fault.

We were the only ones left aside from the guards who were standing by the door. Gi-hun and I looked at each other, the grip on the knives ever so tight.

"No, Dae-ho..."

"It's your fault."

We getting closer to the door, only ones thing on our minds. One thing was for sure, neither of us is gonna lose this round.

We already had our eyes on the target.

The pure desire for revenge was heavy on our tongues.

Karma is coming for him and it's holding two knives.

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[tenochconamor]

Behind the scenes of jj's 2021 W Korea shoot with the theme of "For Earth for Us" in partnership with Greenpeace Korea bringing attention to the climate crisis

"In the middle of the Pacific Ocean, there is a garbage island that is seven times the size of the Korean Peninsula. Imagine the negative impact that a pile of over 80,000 tons of plastic waste would have on marine life. This is ultimately a problem related to our health. We must make efforts to reduce plastic consumption." - Lee Jung Jae

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[daz-zey]

Lee Jung Jae's short hair in the acolyte looks so boyish, making him look younger. Imagine Gi-Hun having the same hairstyle. The bangs >>> 😩 Messy hair Gi-Hun and young master Sol. I love it so much and it's driving me insane.

Ya’ll need to watch the show for real. He carried it ngl. Master Sol my love 🥺.

Not them having similar qualities to one another like…

Spoiler gifs for the acolyte!! (I tried so hard to find the ones that aren’t spoilers but… 😭

[midnight--sadness]

Looking at photos of Lee Jung-jae and Lee Byung-hun when they were younger daaaaaamn these two were not only fine back then they're STILL fine today... And made me think more Ginho thoughts of course, I'm thinking AU meet-cute at a university between a broke but hardworking part-time waiter Gi-hun and a guy born with a silver spoon in his mouth but still pursuing higher education In-ho. Sounds like something straight out of a BL webtoon but come on it's a total slayyyyy

being very honest, due to my particular brand of mental illness, there are very few actors whom i find more attractive in their 20s, as opposed to when they are in their 40s or 50s, so i totally get u saying that they are fine as hell now

also this is making me giggle bc i just cant imagine gihun in university lol i feel like he would take night classes while holding down a full time job during the day while inho is, as you say, in a more tradicional degree like law or something (he still dreams of being a police officer but his father thinks being a cop isnt a real career).

they would meet in a coffee shop where gihun works, or maybe in a chicken shop one of which gihun owned in canon, and they have a lil meet-cute - i cant think of something cutesy right now 😭

maybe there could be other characers - gihun babysits junho to get more money, sangwoo is in the same class as inho and junhee is either junho's friend or a part time worker in the coffee shop with gihun (she needs money because she is pregnant and has an idiot ex-boyfriend)

[lenorenevermore99]

First of all, thank you for responding to me and sharing your thoughts. Second, umm… this message isn’t mine. I was randomly scrolling through Tumblr when I came across someone’s chat post about unpopular Squid Game theories, and when I saw this, I kinda thought they were hating, lol. So I decided to send it to you to see if you think their opinion is logical or not.

Third, I’m actually someone who loves ship 457, but I’ve never shipped Gi-hun with anyone other than In-ho. Even back when season one was out and people were shipping him with Sang-woo, I always just saw them as friends. Same with Jung-bae—I feel like they deserved more. As for Gi-hun being treated like a toy for every ship, I really don’t like that. It’s like they’re undermining his character.

Now, why do I want In-ho to have a redemption arc, even though I know the chances are low? Because I think he’s had a really painful past. He’s a character you can’t fully see as a good person because of the games and how he killed Gi-hun’s friend, but at the same time, you can’t fully see him as evil either, because his past was even worse than Gi-hun’s. He’s such a complex character, and that’s why I love him.

And I think I might be the only person who imagines In-ho as a bottom. The reason is that, despite his controlling and dominant personality, his soul actually craves companionship and someone who can bring out the light in him and make him feel safe. That’s why I see him that way.

The problem with the fandom is that not only is 80% of it centered around top In-ho and bottom Gi-hun (which I don’t mind), but there’s no balance at all. I’d say maybe only 20% of people like bottom In-ho fanart, fics, or topics, and even then, nobody analyzes it the way they do with bottom Gi-hun.

For example, they’ll say stuff like, “Since the director used to love a gay movie, that means he’s a top In-ho and bottom Gi-hun truther,” or “Since 456 is closer to 222, and if you add the numbers together, they equal Gi-hun’s number, that means he’s the second ‘carrier’” (???). Or they’ll just turn Gi-hun into a sex toy for every male character. They even make him super feminine, and honestly, that makes me feel sick.

And then we even have haters for that 20% of bottom In-ho fans. They say it’s out of his character, but meanwhile, they write any kind of personality they want for top In-ho.

Thank you for clarifying, that makes more sense.

About Gi-hun being "used as a toy" for every ship, I don't agree with that view at all. I'm a Gi-hun harem truther, and the way I see it, it's not about him "being used as a toy" but more about giving him all the love and adoration he deserves.

Yeah, I agree with that. In-ho is interesting because he's complex, though personally I don't see how he could be redeemed, but I'll just have to wait around and see season 3 for that.

Like I've already said on this blog once, I don't care for top/bottom discourse at all. Being top or bottom has nothing to do with personality. Since I'm not a gay man, I don't think I'll ever fully understand how it works, but in fiction, we can make whichever character we want the top or bottom. It's unfortunate that the majority of the fandom doesn't agree with your preferred dynamic, but that's just how it is.

Honestly, anon, they way you say it makes you "sick" when people feminize Gi-hun ticks me the fuck off. I've seen other people say stuff like that, and it's honestly just misogyny, to be honest with you. It implies there's something inherently wrong with feminizing a male character, that feminization is somehow humiliating and demeaning. Mind you, Gi-hun is played by Lee Jung-jae, a man who's not afraid to wear skirts or pink or pearl necklaces. So yes, we're feminizing this character and we'll keep doing it because there's nothing wrong with it. Sorry it's not your cup of tea, but it's actually easy to avoid things you don't like in a fandom.