#Saebyeok

[netflix]

it’s been two years and i’m still not over this scene from SQUID GAME

[hoziercriespower]

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[neshionals]

Setting: The paper hut. Local Time: Tuesday, February 28th, 17:43

@redriverdawn​

“The fool doth think HE IS WISE, but the wise man knows himself to be aa  fool.” - William Shakespeare

“How come that you’re never satisfied with what you know? How come you want to know it all?” Lila had once shouted at him in one of their final fights. The sentence had caught him off guard, and he had stood there, hands pushed into his hips, brows furrowed and stress visible in his face. Moments like this had become rare - where his emotions actually managed to shake him enough for some display of feelings, some honesty. Rarer than the moments were some of his love for her returned, and he caught himself watching her with so much softness, so much appreciation, that he wondered if she had poured some love potion into the food she brought him to work as he worked another shift, spent another night not at home, but living and breathing work. 

On the island, the first person he met who shared his liking for knowledge and wisdom, had been Tomas. Tomas and Iyaz, and then Tomas had mentioned one of the farm’s current projects - the paper making. Which, to be fair, didn’t sound that exciting, unless you were burning to write down and draw everything you knew. It brought the possibility of teaching, remembering and learning new things. Which - Ohooohhhh.

The day had been relatively slow, with most of the patients that had been trapped in the trees already healing, healed or at least taken care of, and he made sure to let some people know where he would be, in case an emergency occurred. The paper hut, (very creative, but what else would they call it), looked similar to most other huts on the island, but at the prospect of what was hidden inside, his fingertips and chest started tingling with excitement. He knocked on the door once, twice, then opened it, pushing his head through the gap in the door. The woman he saw seemed to be familiar in some type of way - though maybe that was just his imagination - maybe he had seen her around, or treated an old wound. 

“Good day, all right?”, he said, before slowly pushing the rest of his body into the hut. “My name’s Doctor Neshdan Nanku, but Nesh is just fine. I came to see if you need any help with the paper? Or would tell me about the progress? I am the emergency surgeon.”, he adds to clarify. “And I am very excited about the idea of getting paper sooner or later.”

[geekbetweenthelines]

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[casualscribbler]

New fic is out!

I missed writing for Saebyeong, I didn't however intend to write something dark but it is what it is

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[wicked-pg]

i was bored when I made this lol

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[luvsae]

kang saebyeok gf headcanons

although she might be intimidating to others, she is def a softie when it's just the two of you

saebyeok learned to love physical touch when dating you since you're so gentle with her

after work she would go to the store for you and bring you home a gift (most of the time it's food but you love it nonetheless)

she takes photos of you all the time. you're her lockscreen AND homescreen !!

she loves hugging you while you're sleeping, she also makes sure you're comfy before doing so

if you're sad, she'll try her best to help you - she does this by watching your favorite show with you, going on a walk with you, or simply sitting near you

she loves when you're with cheol because you're so good with him

her favorite place to kiss you is your lips - she loves how soft they are

saebyeok is always tracing her finger across your arm or your hand

she always wants to touch you (not in a sexual way)

her love language is sharing headphones with you while listening to music <333 she loves listening to your styles too !!

over all, she's a soft gf :')

[niki-phoria]

i'm so in love with her help

pairing: saebyeok x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff, some comfort word count: 2.4k (longest fic i've ever written :)) )

summary: saebyeok protecting her s/o when the fights break out

warnings: not exactly canon compliant but i tried, mainly based on ep 04, canon typical violence, blood, murder, violence, cussing, reader gets stabbed, reader hits someone with a pipe, deoksu is deoksu

a/n: i've been rewatching squid game and falling in love with saebyeok again so i made this. i'm thinking of writing for her so feel free to send any requests (male/gn only)

requests open !! read my rules first

your shoulder just barely brushes against saebyeok’s as you sit down next to her. you set the soda down by your feet, peeling the boiled egg in your hands. you remain in silence as you watch the other players continue shuffling through the line, each taking one bottle of soda and a boiled egg each. 

your attention is stolen away from your food when a man starts yelling at the guard in front of him. “where’s my food?” 

“we prepared enough food for each of the players.” the guard says. 

“i didn’t get any! how can you prepare enough if you leave five people without anything?” 

from across the room, a woman stands, pointing over at deoksu and his group. he seems unbothered by the sudden attention, simply taking another swing from the bottle of stolen soda. “i saw them take food twice.” deoksu scoffs, looking over at her. the man spins on his heel, walking over to him. he walks up to deoksu, leaning in so their faces almost touch. “do you think it’s funny?” the man asks. “taking someone else’s food?” 

deoksu steps back, tilting the bottle in his hand. “this is yours?” he raises an eyebrow. “i don’t see your name on it.” 

“you asshole!” the man yells out, grabbing at the bottle. deoksu refuses to let go. they scuffle for a few seconds before the bottle slips from their hands, falling to the ground and shattering. soda spreads across the floor, mixing with the broken glass. 

“you fucking idiot,” deoksu hisses, punching the man. you flinch as the man falls to the ground, failing to fight back. deoksu is unrelenting as he continues hitting him until the man lays on the ground, unmoving. he kicks the man’s stomach until he coughs up blood onto the tile floor before finally walking away. 

the guards stand unmoving from across the room. dread builds in your stomach as you watch deoksu walk back to his group. you can almost feel the tension spreading across the room, a silent agreement between the players that a fight is going to break out sooner rather than later. a man walks over to the unmoving man, kneeling down next to him. he shakes him a little. “hey, are you alright?” the man presses two fingers against his neck, searching for his pulse point before looking up, confirming what you’re already fearing. the dread starts turning into fear. the realization that it may not only be the games that kill you, but the players as well, sends shivers down your spine. 

 a man - player 456 stands. “a player is dead!” he yells. he ignores his friend’s pitiful attempt to stop him, walking up to the guards. “how could you just let a player die?” 

the guards don’t respond. behind them, the doors open. two more guards enter, carrying a box. “player 174 has been eliminated.” the announcement plays. your eyes stay glued to the guards as they kneel down to place the man’s body into the box before placing the lid on top and carrying it out of the room. 

you’re brought back to reality when saebyeok gently nudges you with her knee. “are you okay?” she whispers. 

after a few seconds, you reply. “we’re not safe here. what if the fighting continues?”

she glances over at deoksu and his group before refocusing on you. “hey, don’t worry, okay? i’ll protect you.” you look over at her, nodding. despite her reassurances, the fear you’re feeling remains, settling deep into your stomach. saebyeok subtly reaches over to grab your hand, stroking her thumb against your knuckles. “nothing will ever hurt you. not while i’m here. i promise.” 

she stares deep into your eyes. their darkness is alluring. you allow yourself to get lost in them. the death games and murder and your suffocating debts don’t matter. at least not right now, with saebyeok holding your hand and promising your safety. 

you’re stiff as you lay in your bed, staring up at the bunk above yours. “lights out in 30 seconds.” the announcement plays. you can barely see the timer on the wall as it counts down. each second feels simultaneously agonizingly slow and increasingly fast. 

anxiety continues to build in your stomach as the lights shut off. there’s a few seconds of tense silence before you can hear someone leaving their bed. they creep through between the various bunks until they stop moving. his words are barely audible as he whispers something before a woman screams. the sound makes you flinch. your body freezes. the sound paralyzes you. 

you aren’t given any time to react before more people start leaving their beds, mindlessly attacking each other. the overhead lights start flickering above you. you slip out of your bed before the bunk starts falling, desperate to put any distance between yourself and any other players. 

you gasp when someone grabs your arm, pushing you back against the brick wall. the breath is stolen from your lungs as they pin you there. you bring your hands up to protect yourself. something slashes into the flesh of your forearm, barely missing your face. 

you kick at your attacker, trying to get away. their grip falters slightly, but it isn’t enough for you to break free. adrenaline controls all of your actions. the man pinning you to the wall brings his hand up. he’s holding a piece of broken glass from a soda bottle. he stabs forwards, aiming for your chest. you desperately twist your body away from him. it pierces your shoulder instead, digging deep into your flesh. 

you aren’t given any time to dwell on the pain when the man is forcefully pulled off of you. he yells out as he hits the ground, tumbling down away from you. your savior grabs your forearm, pulling you away from the group of men chasing you. 

you pant as you follow them into the darkness underneath a bunk. when the lights flash again, you can finally see who they are. saebyeok. she holds your face, eyes fixated on your own. “i’m okay,” you pant, reaching up to grab her hand. 

“you’re not,” she murmurs, pressing a hand against your shoulder. you wince at the pressure. 

“i will be.” in the flashes of light you can see the blood that coats her jacket and shirt. deep red soaks into the fabric, staining it. “you’re covered in blood.” 

“it’s not mine.” the words bring an odd sense of comfort to you. despite their connotation, you feel selfishly grateful that saebyeok’s life was spared in place of someone else’s. 

your internal debate is interrupted when she grabs your hand. in the momentary break from the chaos she quickly squeezes it three times. your code. i love you. “come on,” she whispers. “we’re not safe here.” you nod, forcing yourself to stand on shaky knees. she lets you intertwine your fingers, leading you to the other side of the room. 

you recognize the man she approaches. player 456. he lets out something akin to a relieved sigh, glancing over saebyeok’s shoulder at you. “you came.” 

“you asked.” the shake in her voice is barely noticeable, but you can tell that it’s there. you squeeze her hand, glancing behind you. deoksu pants, gripping saebyeok’s pocket knife in his hand. you pull her with you out of the way, grunting as your injured shoulder slams against the ground. 

another man steps in, swinging a metal pipe he must’ve gotten from the bunks at deoksu. you clamber to your feet as saebyeok positions her body in front of yours. 

all around you, the fighting continues. you kick another man away from you, wrestling the pipe he holds out of his hands and swinging it against his temple. bile builds in your throat as his body collapses to the floor.

saebyeok’s hand slipping into your own once again spreads relief throughout your body. she keeps you close to her before the old man starts yelling from somewhere above you. “stop it!” his voice shakes. “at this rate, we’re all going to die! i’m scared!” 

the lights turn on almost immediately. the doors swing open to reveal a group of guards. a man in a square mask raises a handgun, firing multiple shots into the ceiling. 

the chaos stops almost immediately. you drop the pipe in your hand, watching as the guards begin to approach. you only let go of saebyeok’s hand when they raise their guns at you, ordering you to turn around as they pat you down. 

your hands shake as you keep them raised. behind you, a guard leans in, his voice low. “player 456, is there a man named hwang in-ho here?” 

“we don’t know each other’s names.” he responds. the guard doesn’t outwardly react, instead moving on to pat down the rest of the players. 

you drop your hands back down to your side when the guards regroup in front of the door. they hold their guns over their chest. behind them, another swarm of guards approaches. they carry coffins decorated to look like a present box. 

you sit back down next to saebyeok on the remains of a bunk bed. she reaches over to grab your hand, squeezing it in hers. you watch as the guards silently pick up each corpse, placing them into the coffins before setting the lid on top and carrying them out - two per box. 

once you’re sure the fighting has stopped, saebyeok turns her attention to your shoulder. her hands are gentle as she peels your jacket out of the way before you slip your arm out of the shirt underneath to give her full access to the wound. she presses a nearby blanket against it to stop the bleeding, cursing under her breath. “i don’t think you’ll need stitches.” 

you nod to yourself. “that’s good.” the words feel as hollow as they sound. 

“do you know who did this?” 

“no,” you wince as she increases the pressure. “it was too dark.” 

saebyeok doesn’t outwardly react again, instead ripping the blanket apart into a makeshift bandage. she wraps it around your arm, checking it periodically to make sure it isn’t bleeding too much. her voice is barely a whisper when she speaks again. she leans in so her lips ghost against your neck, breath warm against your skin. it sends shivers down your spine. it always has whenever she takes care of you. “come find me tomorrow. the fighting won’t stop tonight.”

saebyeok pulls away when you give a curt nod. carefully, you guide your arm back into the shirt before pulling your jacket back up over your shoulder. she reaches over to grab another clean blanket from a different bed. she places it over your lap before sitting down so close to you that your knees touch. she sits on your right side in between you and the group of men you’ve tentatively agreed to work with. you move the blanket so it rests over her lap as well. you can tell she’s grateful when her knee gently knocks into yours three times. i love you. 

silence falls over you for a few minutes before player 456 speaks again. “we don’t know each other’s names.” he says. 

“i know yours,” one of them points. “ssangmun-dong.” 

“ah, that’s where i’m from,” the man chuckles. “my name is seong gihun.” 

“i’m cho sangwoo.” another man introduces. he’s wearing a thin pair of glasses that frame his face. “what’s your name?” 

“ali,” the man smiles, glancing between sangwoo and gihun. “ali abdul.” 

gihun nods before turning to you and saebyeok. “and you?” 

saebyeok glances at him. you keep your gaze fixated on her, waiting for her cue on what to say. “why do you need to know our names?”

“if we’re going to work together we should at least build a little bit of trust, starting with our names.” 

saebyeok looks away, staring straight ahead. “i don’t trust you. especially not someone who was dumb enough to end up here.” 

“you trust them,” gihun gestures to you. this time she glares at him. 

“don’t talk about them. don’t even look at them.” 

he sighs. “you don’t trust people because they’re trustworthy. you trust them because there’s nothing else to rely on.” 

saebyeok glances at you for a second before turning back to gihun. “kang saebyeok.” 

“saebyeok,” he repeats. “that’s a nice name. it doesn’t suit you, though.” 

“l/n y/n.” 

gihun nods in acknowledgement, turning his attention to the old man. “and you, sir? what’s your name?” 

“my… my name…” his voice shakes. his eyebrows furrow. he squints as if he’s searching through his memory. a part of your heart aches for him. you wonder how he’s ended up here. “my name…” 

you can practically watch as gihun’s face falls. he leans down to place a hand on his shoulder, patting it gently. “it’s okay,” he smiles. “you know, sometimes when i get really stressed, i can’t remember my address or my security code.” 

the man dismissively nods at him before he continues staring at the floor. “my name…” he mutters to himself. 

“we should get some sleep,” sangwoo interrupts. “we’ll need it for our game tomorrow.” 

“that’s a good idea,” gihun agrees. he sits down on the stairs, leaning against the metal of the bunk. 

silence falls over the room once again. suddenly, without warning, the lights turn off, leaving you in darkness. apprehension builds in your stomach. saebyeok reaches over underneath the blanket to grab your hand, squeezing it three times. i love you. she coaxes you to lean your head onto her shoulder. “sleep.” she whispers. you glance up at her questioningly. “don’t worry, i’ll protect you.” 

you nod, letting out a sigh. exhaustion hits you hard and sudden. despite your circumstances, saebyeok’s presence next to you manages to make you feel safe, as she always does. her body feels warm against yours. her arm wraps around your waist, coaxing your head from her shoulder down into her lap. she runs her hand through your hair, twisting the strands in between her fingers. a warm feeling spreads throughout your body. overwhelming warmth. safety. love. your body relaxes until you let yourself fall asleep, safe in saebyeok’s protection. 

[tinyhorror]

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[cansadazz]

i rewatched quid gam

[luvsellie]

Congratulations on that 1k cutie 🥳

Can you do kang saebyeok with "come over here and make me."?? Pretty please ♡

— pairing saebyeok x fem!reader | wc 0.4k | prompt "come over here and make me." | note AHHH thank you <3

12:24 pm

even with her introverted demeanor, kang saebyeok was still incredibly bold. you had the lovely chance of learning this after you had grown the balls to ask her out, and since that moment on, your girlfriend took every opportunity she got to remind you just how much she had you wrapped around her finger.

like, right now for example. out of all the possible conversation topics, you didn’t want to hear about how jealous you had been when the woman at the cash register eyed saebyeok up and down before taking her coffee order. or, rather, how snappy you had been to the cashier when her gaze reluctantly slid to yours.

“you’re absolutely insufferable, i hope you know that,” you told saebyeok bitterly, avoiding her amused look by turning to face the large window on your left.

she scoffed in her seat across from you, but her smile continued to tug at the corners of her mouth. “people have already told me that. many times.”

you huffed out a breath and turned back to her. “that doesn’t mean you actually have to be insufferable.” there was a beat of silence before you grabbed your drink from the table, smoothing over the warm plastic with a thumb. “and of course i was jealous of her! she’s pretty and kept talking to you—and you entertained the conversation, which you never do. like, ever. so just shut your mouth about the whole thing, okay?”

saebyeok’s grin grew a little wider as she licked her pink lips, sitting back against her chair as she watched you.

part of you thought that her quietness meant compliance, and you counted yourself lucky that she actually listened (for once). but as you went to take a sip of the drink clasped in your hands, she countered with, “come over here and make me then.”

liquid suddenly caught in your throat, you coughed and sputtered into your elbow with widened eyes, trying to process if you had heard her correctly. when you finally cleared your airway, you glanced at her, cheeks flushed. the confidence she wore frightened you a bit, you couldn’t lie, but it also brought goosebumps to your heated skin. mainly because you knew she wasn’t kidding. she may not be very big on pda, but she got handsy when she was jealous, and now that the roles were—for the first time—reversed, you were betting that she liked the idea of you taking an initiative and shutting her up. 

when you did nothing but stare at her with large eyes, though, mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish, she sighed through her nose and leaned forward. saebyeok reached over the small table, lifted herself from her chair, and grabbed your chin.

before you could muster up the courage to object, she kissed you. it was quick but strong, and after she pulled back, your noses inches apart, she said, “that’s how you get me to shut my mouth.”

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[sputnikcentury]

[heavensenthale]

I'll follow you home

a saebyeok/jiyeong different first meeting AU

Explicit | 9k | graphic depictions of violence, major character death

Summary:

“My dad wants to take it from me. He says I’m too old for dolls.” She stood straight as if daring Saebyeok to say something. “How old are you?” Saebyeok narrowed her eyes at the girl. This was definitely the strangest kid she had met so far. “I just turned eleven,” she replied, smiling wide. “Maybe you are too old to play with dolls,” noted Saebyeok. The little girl frowned, making Saebyeok feel bad for ruining that pretty smile. “And how old are you, Miss ‘You’re-Too-Old-For-Dolls’?” [Or, after a fight with her mother, Saebyeok meets Jiyeong and her life changes forever.]

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[llamaalpacca]

saebyeongs

[apartmentlaw]

hey! may i request sae byeok x reader headcanons where the reader is a member of a famous kpop group tysm <3

Squid Games | Sae Byeok x k idol!reader

warnings: none

authors note: this is my first ever squid game request, thank you so much! i hope i did this justice! let me know what you think :)

——

Let’s be honest, Sae Byeok is definitely possessive

She’s lost so much, so it makes sense that she fiercely protects what she has

She loves coming with to award ceremonies and game shows

She’ll always be connected to you somehow, holding your arm, holding your hand, sometimes even linking your pinkies together

She gets jealous when other idols or hosts flirt with you, coming up and putting her arm around your waist, sometimes even kissing the side of your head

If fans hate on your relationship she might get a little insecure, feeling as if she isn’t enough for you

All it takes is a little reassurance though and she’ll be back to normal in no time

She LOVES when you post selfies together, showing off to everyone

Even though she can be jealous or insecure sometimes, she would never let it get in the way of your career

Your happiness means everything to her, and she would do anything to support you