#Squid game

[inho-gihun]

“stop romanticizing this ship. it’s toxic and abusive 🤬 people who ship them romanticize abuse🤬” the only thing people will take from your post is that your brain hasn’t developed well enough for you to separate fiction from reality

“fiction affects reality 🤬” by this logic, Hannibal fans are cannibals and people who like horror / slasher films are murderers

“shipping them is insensitive and triggering to abuse victims🤬” by this logic, Squid Game is insensitive and triggering to murder victims and their families, and everything is, one way or another, insensitive and triggering to some people

[noonecareslol]

When it hits 9 pm and I pull out this combo:

Ps: I have severe writers block. Help

[spaghett-onaplate]

@mrfloofysox

i love her dearly

[hmmpup]

post game

[itadooori]

I LOVE SEONG GI-HUN

[thanosmilk]

squid game smau baby pictures ➪

contains : thanos, nam gyu, dae ho, in ho/young il ( random ik )

warnings : cuteness.

sum : you see the title xx

an : just wanted to try some fluff 💕 i also hate the way you can only put 10 images on mobile.

an 2 : the way everyone but nam gyus contact name starts with my...

edit : i took min su out i just didnt rlly like it 💔

[sweetestcowboy]

WOWOWOW! im actually foaming at the mouth !

Better Than Drugs

Pairings: Namgyu x Fem!Reader | Brief!Thanos x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reconnecting with your shitty ex boyfriend in the games.

Warnings: Language, Substance Abuse, Toxic Relationship, Male Manipulation, Coercion, Smut (+18) mdni, High sex, Dub/con, Choking, Exchange of Bodily Fluids, Unprotected Sex, Unedited (we die like soldiers)

A/n: literally no one will read this but I need him and I wrote this for me!

Being treated like a lamb being led to the proverbial slaughter in a death game sucked ass but seeing your ex boyfriend there sucked even more, somehow. From your vantage point perched on your bed tucked away from all the central conflict, you notice them talking about you again.

Call it past bully traum but you knew when people were talking about you and although you couldn't make out what they were saying, a part of you just knew...

Another vote had ended and Namgyu was still staring at you, his head bowed, chewing his fingernails. He was watching you, while you were forced to watch as democracy crumbled around you.

Your brain made you think Namgyu was perhaps berating you in front of his new friend. Bad-mouthing you to absolutely no end, perhaps saying what a lousy, uptight girlfriend you had been in the outside world. How you kept him from his habit. How you tried to force him into rehab countless times.

And so you shrink into yourself, squeezing yourself further into your bed, hugging your knees.

How were you supposed to know the conversation went nothing like how you thought it was going?

"We need to get her on our team," Thanos had said when the voting concluded and they were watching you pick at your roll of tin-foiled kimbap.

"She's already on our team," Namgyu muttered, more quiet than usual as he watched you through the corner of his eye. He didn't feel like eating. He felt like doing drugs. And fucking, maybe, but eating? It never occurred to him.

Without you to remind him to eat, and to actually take care of his bodily health outside of his substance abuse, he really was a mess.

"Oh yeah," Thanos muttered dumbly before turning back to his own food, "Kay, well, I need to sleep with her."

Namgyu didn't even look up from his food, still leaning against the metal beds as he murmured a quiet, "Nope." Popping his lip, extenuating the 'p'

Thanos himself was rallied into silence as Namgyu casually clicked his tongue before adding, "I called dibs on that bro," he steals another glance. You're searching your chest for a piece of cucumber that's fallen out of the kimbap

This unfortunately, zeroes his gaze in on your ample chest, miraculously squeezed into that tracksuit jacket. Now Namgyu was thinking about your tits while Thanos' head whips to the side, his brow lifted.

Namgyu couldn't take his eyes off you since the games began. Watching you during voting time had stirred up all kinds of lost emotions. The easy and almost thoughtless way you had pressed the blue button before tucking your hands in your pockets, never sparing anyone a second glance. He had to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpant. If it weren't for him you might have continued to go amongst the games as an anonymous spectre, with that cash prize as your only goal.

"I didn't know we were calling dibs!?" Thanos stomped his feet petulantly, "That's not fair, man. Not. Cool."

"That's the point of dibs," Namgyu said, pushing his hair behind his ears as he continued to stare you down. "Who knows how long we'll be here?" As he watched you, he tilted his head downwards, causing a thick shadow to fall over his eyes as he watched you. He leaned against the railings of the metal beds piled up to the ceiling, watching you tuck your hands deeper into the sleeves of your sweater. Really fucking cute.

"B-But Homies don't call dibs on girls!" Thanos whines.

"Yeah," Namgyu nods, "but, I'm gonna need more than magic pills and a homie to get me through the night," He made a ring with his index and thumb finger, pinching his one eye shut as he spied at you through it, "She can help,”

Thanos was quiet, eerily so. Good things never happened when Thanos was quiet,

"Let's go over to her right now then. Since she's stealing my homie-"

That immediately snapped Namgyu out of his lust-filled gaze, promoting his shoulders to straighten as he tried to stop Thanos from taking another step towards you.

"Senorita-" he said in a singsong voice and you rolled your eyes as you saw them approaching. Namgyu walked behind like the shadow he always tried to be, with his hands tucked in his pocket. Your bed is relatively low to the ground and your heart stammered when both their shadows fell over you.

"Don't have any change," your eyes whipped to your ex-boyfriend before narrowing, "Or drugs. Sorry." you mustered a painfully sarcastic smile as you attempted to turn in another direction, hoping they might take the hint.

Thanos' teeth stretched as Namgyu swallowed thickly, watching you in that distinctly predatory way of his as he propped his forearm against the railing of the bed. You hate how both of them make you feel and your eye scans in vain around the premises, hoping someone might save you from the duo.

"Lemme make this quick," Thanos said with his drug addicted hand gestures. "My bro wants you and whatever bro wants-" he taps Namgyu's chest behind you- "Bro gets."

Silence passed with you staring deep into Namgyu's dark, almost sinister black eyes. You admitted that you were still painfully attracted to him. Knowing that he knows your body. He's already seen what hid under your blue tracksuit, it was dizzyingly sobering.

He still seemed so devastatingly sleezy it bordered on attractive, like he didn't care about what anyone really thought of him. It still brought an uncomfortable amount of attraction that you didn't really know what to do with. "No thanks," you said, bending your head to take a bite of the kimbap.

"Cunt." you heard him mumble under his breath. That caused your head whip up to glare at him.

"I'm a cunt because I'd rather not fuck a drug addict?"

"No," Namgyu shrugged, "You're just a cunt."

Your nostrils flared as something diabolical ignited inside you. Up until this point, fear had been the only emotion you allowed yourself to feel. The fear of dying to keep you alive. But right now, you're being plagued with another emotion and it's setting you alight with interest.

Your dating preferences were never orthodox. You knew you could never truly be satisfied with any other timid nice guy, and that's what drew you to him. You hated admitting to it but Namgyu calling you a cunt did more than irritate you, it ignited you.

"I'm not here to make friends,” You marvel now, in the tense darkness, how confident you had been then.

“How about a boyfriend then?” Namgyu asked and Thanos whistled lowly as he mutters a ‘nice bro,’

“How about choking?” You shot back, “I tried the boyfriend thing and he stole all my savings to buy drugs.” Namgyu’s jaw ticked and you can see his fist fold and unfold. Thanos’ commentary continues. ‘Shit boyfriend-’ he says under his breath.

“Don't be a bitch so early in the morning…” Namgyu says finally before turning his head, somewhat distracted, “Or at least I think it's morning. Hyung do you think it's morning-”

Thanos raised his hands, “Morning is what we make it in here, bro.”

“Leave me alone of I'll fucking scream.” you cut through all their useless chatter, letting a tense silence settle between the three of you. Eventually, Thanos reluctantly pulls Namgyu away. Murmuring a quiet ‘just take a hint bro.'

Soon, you were left in your bed but not without one more backwards glance from Namgyu over his shoulder. He wasn't done with you and that thought sat heavily on your shoulders until the robotic voice from unseen speakers made the countdown to lights out.

The very last thing you remembered, before the overhead lights were snuffed out, was his black, almond eyes still watching you from his bed.

The blue 'O' velcroed to your breast burns a hole through your conscience as your eyes flutter open in the middle of the night, really needing to pee. The prize money acts as the only source of gold light illuminating the hall while everyone else remains soundly asleep.

Life in the games was so much more stomachable during the day, but when the lights went out, you were forced to sit with your thoughts. That piggy bank didn't have money inside it, it held bodies, and the ghosts practically filled this room.

Still, you can't help but whisper to yourself, “I really have to pee.” The only thing stopping you from going to the bathroom is the gaze you knew would somehow find you from three beds over. Your ex boyfriend watches you, even when the lights go out.

Paranoia be damned.

Cursing softly, you maneuvered yourself to the ground. Trying to make the least amount of noise possible as you moved through the row of beds.

If you were being followed you'd never know. Everything was too dark but a part of you sighed as you reached the small arched doorway completely unscathed.

Almost unscathed.

Your heart hammers in its cage when you feel his heavy arm settle over your shoulders. Your mouth falls open but Namgyu is already banging on the arched door with a closed fist. You flinch with every loud, metallic hit.

The little window opens to reveal a triangle-masked soldier. He stands there emotionless.

“My girlfriend's on her period- she's bleeding everywhere. We need the bathroom.”

There is silence from the Guard who is clearly unimpressed. Just before the little window is about to slide shut Namgyu kicks at the door, “Hey! I wanna fuck my girl- if you want, we could do it out here?!”

You try to wrench yourself out of his grip, toilet be damned but your heart absolutely sinks to find the pink soldier opening the metal door.

Namgyu only twirls, pumping his fist before pulling you in his arms, biting back a smile.

“Can't believe that worked,” Namgyu says, with a raised eyebrow and a happy little shrug as he drags you across the threshold. The trip to the women's bathroom is relatively short as you writhe and fight in his hands. There's virtually no reason for the pink guard to think any of this was consensual but they kept their stoicism on their face as you reached the girl's bathroom.

“We'll be quick,” Namgyu assures the guard with a tight sort of smile before pushing you into the bathroom, and closing the door after himself.

You trip on your way running into one of the stalls and he watches you, biting his nail.

“This is the girls bathroom, or are you too high to notice?” You hiss absolute venom as he bites his fingernail.

“Nah, I'm sober right now, which means I need something to take the load off.”

“Cool. Use your hand,” you sigh from within the stalls before dropping your pants to pee. It irked you that he was standing there, on the other side… waiting for you.

You make quick work of it all. Wiping, flushing, and making a beeline for the sinks. He lets you wash your hands but before you make it to the door his arms are wrapped around your waist.

“Uh Uh,” he tsks, “No ‘i miss you’ kiss, huh?” He drags you into his arms, kicking and screaming as he swipes your brains from across your panicked face.

“Only competent boyfriends get kisses,” Despite the fuss, the door doesn't open. Those guards have quite literally abandoned you in here to fend for yourself.

“I can make it up to you,” he said, “I miss you really bad, baby,” Namgyu's pushing your back against the sink, stained with that sickening, pastel colour as he lowers his nose into the crook of your neck. You writhe as he breathes you in deeply, before sighing. His erection pressed against your thigh.

“Someone else could walk in here,” you cry, feeling a dampness seep out of you, wetting your underwear. Your body was being traitorous because it was enjoying feeling anything other than fear. It yearned for it.

“Sto-” you attempt to catch your breath as he gropes at your breasts from over your tracksuit. “Stop touching me-” you say despite your legs getting weaker and weaker.

“You don't get to touch me anymore. You lost that privilege when you stopped being my boyfriend.” He was so much taller than you when he stretched his hand across your cheeks, forcing your neck back to make more space for his lips. A moan nearly spills out of you.

His hands are trembling and his tongue swipes out to lick the length of your neck. To your shock and horror, you melt in his grasp.

“You don't mean that-” he whispers against your skin. “No one's gonna fuck you like I do-”

“No one's going to steal my money like you do either-”

His hand flies down to your throat, choking as he says through clenched teeth, “I told you I had a problem-” he squeezes and for the briefest moment, you see stars. “I needed help and you abandoned me, you bitch-”

“I didn't abandon you-” His lips are on yours, silencing you in one messy kiss that him forcing his tongue into your mouth.

“You gonna be good for me, Huh?’ He says, hoarsely, your eyes glare up at him.

“Leave me alone-”

“You know I love it when you try to fight back,” his mouth breathes against your hair, “You trying to get me riled up babe, huh?”

His fingers find the lining of your own sweatpants and your heart stammers as he turns to push your front against the sink. Your hand grips at the cheap plaster and you avoid your own traitorous reflection in the mirror, lest you find not only fear in your eyes, but lust

“You know how bad I've needed this- fuck,” his voice cracks when fumbles his cock out, grinding against your ass with his eyes closed in ecstasy and his mouth hanging open. Your finger curls around the sink as the first moan slips out of you. It had his eyes flying open to look down at you in amusement and awe.

“I knew you weren't a completely stuck-up bitch,” he says, pulling you up by the base of the throat, “I knew you still wanted me.”

“I don't,” you squeak out as he pulls down your pants.

“No- but your body does,” he swipes your underwear to the side.

Your body spasms as he roughly sinks his digits into you once before pulling out.

“You miss me real bad,” he brings your fingers up in front of your face and your heart drops to find the arousal webbing his index and middle.

He continues to swipe your arousal from from your ass to your puffy clit and the need wracks through your entire body, building as you arched your ass backwards against him.

His mouth is by your ear, breathing heavily as he lines his cock up at your entrance, already leaking precum, “I know I gave you hell when we were out there-”

“Hell doesn't begin to cover- FUCK-” he rams his cock into you. Positively brimming with need as his hips stutter against you.

“Y-ou stole my fucking savings for drugs-” you get the sentence out quickly before moaning into the air, as your boyfriend fucks out all the frustration he's been carrying, all the need and the withdrawal.

“And I ate you out as an apology-” He reaches his hand around to clamp down on the base of your throat. Your mouth falls open when he cranes our neck back, his eyes boring into yours. “Don't you miss it baby, don't miss having me inside of you?”

“Y-Your eyes are diluted-” you begin to say, utterly incredulous. “You're high right now!”

His hips thrusts in shallow, quick strokes. “And your pussy's wet, guess we're both fucked.”

Your pussy tightens around him like a long lost friend, it knocks you out how deeply you've craved him. Needing reprieve from all the fear. “You're squeezing around my cock, you fucking slut-” that nearly has you seeing stars. Your body spasms.

“That it…” he whispers, “Don't think I haven't forgotten the way you abandoned me out there… But in here,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, “You dont so much as fucking breathe without my permission.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as his cock hits that particular pillow of nerves inside you, nearly flipping you off the edge.

“Spit on my hand,” he says, an edge to his voice that let you know he was far too close. You forgot how messy things got when you had sex with him. How much of a mess he made of you.

You do it without thinking about it and his eyes widen as he presses that same hand to your clit.

“F-Fuck!” Your eyes are squeezed shut as he reaches around to rub you to your orgasm. His movements only fumble when his hips start stuttering.

“N-Need you to cum for me-” he breathes out. “I’m jittery- baby. I need it- shit-” you slip into your orgasm right in front of him, milking his cock for all its worth. “F-Fuck this is so much better than drugs,” he murmers, eyes rolled back as a drunken smile ghosts over his face. He's in complete and utter euphoria.

Two rough knocks on the door signal the need for your return but Namgyu's cock is still spilling ropes of his cum inside you and you're doing nothing but taking it.

“I hate you,” you breathe out, because it's true. If it weren't for him you wouldn't be here.

His breath is warm against your neck as he says, “I love you too.

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[inho-gihun]

gay sex. reblog if agree

[dread-full]

seong gi-hun appreciation day 365 times a year

[lualuadraw]

who is this front man, honestly??

[izzyfishie]

UR LOWKEY RIGHT

ok but the way he's still kind of getting outcunted by the guy on the left

[001x456]

Netflix UK strikes again (thank you Netflix UK)

[meadowfics]

nsfw alphabet

cho hyun ju x f!reader

warnings: minors do not interact!! 18+. all smut. kinks are involved. pre-bottom and post-bottom surgery headcannons are mentioned.

aftercare

hyun ju is the most attentive woman ever!

she will run you a bath, make sure you have your favorite snack and water nearby. she knows about your body and will remind you to go pee afterwards (no risk of utis in this house!)

there are times where hyun ju can be very clingy afterwards, especially if the sex was rough.

body parts (hyun jus favorite part of hers and yours)

hyun ju’s favorite body part of herself is her hands and her boobs. 

she put a lot of money into her boobs, and they came out so perfectly. you always remind her that.

hyun ju loves how strong her hands are, she loves the manicured looks she gives herself.

the ex-military woman’s favorite body part of yours is your legs.

she is OBSESSED with your legs. 

hyun ju loves having your legs wrapped around her waist, her shoulders, across her lap, anywhere on her body.

cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

hyun ju loves the taste of you. she will push you to cum multiple times just to get more of your taste.

dirty secret

if there was a scenario where you served in the military alongside hyun ju… you were definitely her barrack bunny…

she snuck you into her bed every. single. night.

hyun ju was possessive of you, nobody was allowed to have you except for her.

experience

hyun ju did not have much experience.

the only partners she had were back during her military days, before her transition.

however, she knows what she is doing with you.

there was a bit of trial and error on both ends, but you both learned each others bodies and have grown to please each other to the maximum.

favorite position

pre bottom transition: the. fucking. mating. press.

hyun ju loves folding you in half and ramming inside of you. your noises, your sweet uncontrollable noises, almost make her animalistic in the way she pounds deep inside of your walls. 

post bottom transition: scissoring

the sensitivity down there + your pussy kissing right on hers!!?? that pushes her to the edge so quickly.

goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

sex is mostly serious with hyun-ju.

however, there have been a few times where you and hyun-ju had a good laugh over something unserious which might’ve happened. 

for example, the first time you’ve seen her naked.

your jaw dropped lightly. 

“how is that supposed to fit inside of me?” your face made hyun-ju giggle a little, reassuring you that it will fit.

hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

hyun ju is groomed.

the carpet does match the drapes (dark brown)

however, hyun ju is waxed.

intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

hyun ju is super intimate.

even if the sex is rtough, she will always say or do something which reassures you that she loves you dearly.

she praises your body, makes sure that you always finish first before her, and plays with your hair most of the time during.

jack off (masturbation headcanon)

hyun ju used to jack off all of the time in the military.

ever since she met you, she went down to doing it just once a month whenever you are at work or not around to take care of her in person.

kink (one or more of her kinks)

mommy kink. sorry NOT sorry. that woman is OBSESSED with you calling her mommy, mama, etc. one time you were in missionary below hyun ju when you accidentally called her that.

“fuck that feels so good, mama.” and that unlocked something in hyun ju. lets say you couldn’t walk properly for a week after.

auralism. sometimes she has to hold back from cumming whenever she hears the wet sounds your pussy makes with the contact of her cock (or strap if its post-bottom surgery).

somnophilia. this is on both ends, and yes there is consent always!!!!!!!

praise kink. which is connected to the auralism too^^^

location (favorite places to do the do)

all over the apartment that you and hyun ju share.

on the bed, on the couch, in the shower, in the laundry room!

motivation (what turns her on, gets her going)

praising hyun ju and basically being down horribly for her will turn your woman ONNNN!

calling her ‘mama’ will set off something in hyun-ju as well.

“you’re so pretty, mama.”

seeing you half-naked or fully naked will set hyun ju into a horny mindset as well if it is at night, and in bed together.

no (something she wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing to do with bodily fluids like ‘golden showers’. 

hyun ju finds that very gross.

oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

the perfect 50/50 woman!

if you are giving her head first, there better be time for her to eat you out afterwards! 

everytime hyun ju eats you out, you always cum. always!

that woman loves tongue-fucking a few orgasms out of you at a time!

pace (is she fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

hyun ju loves taking her time whenever you guys are having normal or lazy sex. 

however, do not underestimate her military strength and stamina. 

whenever you’ve been stressed or moody, she will fuck that stress out of you!

she will go super fast, at least going five rounds before you tap out.

quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

hyun ju is never opposed to quickies.

quickies only happen maybe once a week before you go to work in the morning. 

however, she would prefer moments where the both of you have more time together.

risk (is she game to experiment? does she take risks? etc.)

i do not see hyun ju being super-interested in risks.

hyun ju isn’t opposed to experimenting, but i think she would rather stick to what you both know best <3

stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

that woman could go a dozen rounds.

hyun ju’s military experience gave her stamina beyond comprehension.

sex with hyun ju lasts all night. sunset to sunrise. 

your legs and kitty are always sore afterwards :’)

toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

post bottom surgery, i can see hyun ju owning a few vibrators along with yourself. 

the both of you use them a lot.

a few straps would be bought as well.

hyun ju will use it on you and on herself.

unfair (how much they like to tease)

mama is super unfair!

through her praise, she will tease you about how much you’ve been wanting her. 

“you’ve been waiting for mama all day, have you?”

“yes mama” you pout.

volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

hyun ju LOVES noises (again, the auralism)

she encourages you to be loud. in the process, she might get loud herself.

the both of you have your own apartment with no roommates, so the both of you are vocal.

wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

whenever you have work in the morning, hyun ju lovessss engaging in her somnophilia. you give her your full consent of course. she loves waking you up by eating your pussy in bed, or entering you from the side. afterwards you go to work all happy and stress-free :D

x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

that girl dick is bigggg.

five on soft, seven on hard. 

she is a grower!

those boobs are so perfect as well, sitting in a way that makes you (playfully) jealous sometimes.

post bottom transition: hyun ju has the prettiest kitty :’)

yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

hyun ju and you have sex nearly every night.

that sex drive is highhh behind that pookie persona hyun-ju has.

you and her yearn for each other always.

zzz

hyun ju will stay up sometimes, making sure to give you (and receive) aftercare.

sometimes the both of you will stay up and watch a movie afterwards, falling asleep in bed and cuddling during that movie. 

masterlist

[lost-in-thoughts03]

Falling for you // Hwang brothers

Previous part:

Summary: Given that Jun-ho's rejection of you is causing your heart to shatter, In-ho brought a remedy to help you temporarily mend your broken heart.

He also has a game to keep you entertained instead of listening to you whine about his brother.

" I want you to stay even though you don't want me."

Warnings: Teasing, drinking, wasted, brokenhearted!reader, hopelessly romantic, forbidden love, drinking game, In-ho being In-ho, grammatical errors

You sat on the couch, staring at the ceiling, but you weren’t really seeing it.

Your mind was elsewhere—lost in a time you had long buried, a time that still aches whenever you let yourself remember.

The first time you fell for Jun-ho.

You were in high school then. Young. Clueless.

Back when everything about him made your heart race—when even the smallest gestures felt like the world shifting beneath your feet.

A simple smile. A casual touch. The way he’d lean in just a little too close, completely unaware of how insanely fast your heart was beating.

And you—God, you had to hide it all.

You had to choke down the blush threatening to creep up your neck whenever he slung an arm around your shoulders.

You had to bury the thrill in your chest whenever he whispered something just to you, his breath warm against your skin.

Because it was all nothing to him.

Just Jun-ho being Jun-ho.

Just your best friend doing things that made your stomach twist, that fueled your already dangerous delusions—delusions that you had to shove down before they ruined everything.

You remembered one moment in particular.

It had been after school, the two of you sitting on the rooftop, sharing a bag of snacks like always.

The sun had been setting, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink, and for some reason—maybe the atmosphere, maybe the exhaustion—you had let yourself stare at him just a little too long.

Jun-ho had caught you.

He had turned his head, eyes meeting yours, and smiled. That stupid, breathtaking, easygoing smile.

" What?" He had asked, voice teasing.

You had panicked.

" Nothing." You had mumbled, stuffing another chip in your mouth to literally stop yourself from saying something stupid.

He had laughed, completely oblivious to the fact that you had just had a full-blown internal meltdown.

Because to him, it was just another moment.

But to you?

It had been everything.

You had wanted to freeze time, to capture that second when he looked at you like that—so effortlessly, so unintentionally charming—before reality came crashing back.

Because deep down, you had always known.

You had always known that you weren’t the one he was looking at that way.

So, you had pretended.

You had swallowed down every stupid, reckless feeling. You had forced yourself to act normal, to laugh it off, to push away the aching warmth in your chest.

Because losing him—losing his friendship—had never been an option.

And now, sitting here, staring at the ceiling, you felt the weight of all those years pressing down on you.

All the pretending.

All the times you had convinced yourself that one day, he might see you.

And yet—after all this time—

He still hadn’t.

Your fingers dug into your scalp as you clenched your head, frustration and confusion pounding against your skull like an unforgiving storm.

Everything In-ho had said earlier was bullshit.

It had to be.

He was good at this—at playing minds, at twisting words, at making you doubt everything you thought you knew.

His confidence was infuriating, his boldness overwhelming.

He declared his love for you without hesitation, without fear.

Like he had already decided for you.

And yet—Jun-ho.

Jun-ho, who had spent all these years unknowingly holding your heart in his hands. Jun-ho, who now seemed so far away despite standing right in front of you.

Jun-ho, who was pushing you away.

Your heart twisted painfully.

You had tried so damn hard to bury your feelings, to pretend, to keep your friendship intact. You had convinced yourself that if you just ignored it, if you acted normal, nothing would change.

But everything was changing.

And the worst part?

It wasn’t even because you confessed.

No—Jun-ho was the one creating this distance.

He was the one shutting you out, pushing you to the edge of a cliff where all you could do was watch as he slipped further and further away.

It felt like no matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried to hold on, you were losing him.

A bitter laugh slipped past your lips.

So this is how it ends, huh?

Years of friendship. Years of memories. Years of loving him in silence, of hoping that maybe, just maybe, one day he’d finally see you.

And instead, you were here.

Sitting alone, clutching your head, trying to accept the reality that no matter what you did—

No matter how much you loved him—

You were going to lose him anyway.

Your vision blurred, your chest tightening with an ache so deep it was almost unbearable.

And then, the final thought hit you.

How lucky that girl is.

The girl Jun-ho liked.

The one he chose.

The one who didn’t have to beg for his attention, for his love.

The one who didn’t have to spend years pretending to be okay with just being his friend.

She didn’t have to hide her feelings.

She didn’t have to suffer through the agony of watching him love someone else.

No—she was the one he wanted.

And you?

You were just the fool who had been hoping for a miracle that was never meant to be.

...

In-ho leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you fall apart in silence.

You were sitting there on the couch, lost in your own head, the weight of your emotions pressing so heavily on you that you didn’t even notice him.

He should have looked away. Should have let you have your moment.

But he couldn’t.

Because as much as In-ho loved to tease, to mess with people—he wasn’t heartless.

And seeing you like this, looking so defeated, made something uncomfortable settle in his chest.

Yet, at the same time…

He almost laughed.

Because, damn, you were such a hopeless romantic.

Still stuck on his brother. Still aching over Jun-ho when the bastard clearly didn’t know what the hell he was doing.

What a waste.

In-ho sighed, running a hand through his hair. He already knew how this was going to go—you’d sit here, drowning in your emotions, until you snapped.

And when that happened?

You’d drag your ass to a club and drink yourself stupid.

He knew you too well.

So before you could get any stupid ideas, In-ho grabbed his jacket and headed out to buy as many damn beverages as possible.

Because the last time you got drunk?

He almost lost his mind.

(Flashback: That Night at the Club)

He had been watching you from across the dance floor, already regretting letting you drink this much.

You were reckless.

Dancing too freely, laughing too loudly, letting strangers get way too close.

In-ho had already dragged you away from two guys trying to be a little too friendly, and now—he was done playing babysitter.

You had enough.

Marching over, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you flush against him.

“ Alright, sweetheart, that’s enough.” He murmured into your ear, his grip tightening when you stumbled against his chest.

You looked up at him with a pout, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, your eyes glassy and hazy.

“ In-hooo, you’re no fun.” You whined, poking his chest.

He rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the way your body was way too close. “ Yeah, yeah, I’m the worst. Now let’s go.”

But instead of listening, you grinned.

And then—

You fucking straddled his thigh.

He froze.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, your body pressing closer as you leaned in, breath hot against his skin. “ Why don’t we dance a little, hmm?”

His brain short-circuited.

You were so damn close. Too close. Your warmth, the way you moved against him—

And fuck, he was only human.

His hands flew to your waist, gripping you firmly to stop you from making the situation worse.

“ Y/n.” He warned, voice dangerously low.

But you just giggled, pressing your forehead against his. “ You’re cute when you’re mad.”

And that was when he felt it.

The unholy reaction his body had to you.

In-ho clenched his jaw, internally screaming, because holy shit, you had just given him a boner.

Right there.

In the middle of the fucking club.

He immediately grabbed your hand and all but dragged you outside, throwing you into the nearest cab before you could do any more damage.

He had never forgiven you for that night.

And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let it happen again.

(Present)

So, standing outside a convenience store, In-ho exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple.

If you were going to drink, you were going to do it with him.

Because as much as he loved teasing you—he wasn’t about to let you go wreck yourself over his dumbass brother.

And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let any other bastard touch you.

Smirking to himself, he grabbed a ridiculous amount of alcohol and headed back, already looking forward to whatever chaos was about to unfold.

...

The sound of the shot glass hitting the table echoed in the dimly lit room.

You narrowed your eyes at In-ho, who sat across from you, already smirking like he had everything under control.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes glinting with mischief.

“ Alright, sweetheart.” He drawled, rolling the bottle of liquor between his fingers.

“ Before we get wasted, let’s make this interesting.”

You crossed your arms, already suspicious. “ What kind of ‘interesting’ are we talking about?”

In-ho’s smirk deepened. “ APT.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “APT?”

“ Alcohol-Powered Truth.” He said smoothly, his fingers tapping against the shot glass.

“ You have to say something honest—about your feelings, about anything you’ve been holding back—before you drink.”

You let out a sharp laugh. “ Yeah, no.”

“ C’mon, Y/n, don’t be a coward.” He wiggled his brows. “ Or are you scared of what you might admit?”

Your jaw clenched. “ I’m not scared, I just think it’s a stupid game.”

He clicked his tongue. “ Aww, come on. You always drink when you feel like shit, so why not make it productive? Therapy with booze!” He raised his hands dramatically.

You gave him an unimpressed look. “ That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

But In-ho was persistent.

For the next five minutes, he poked your shoulder, drummed his fingers on the table, made annoying little humming noises, and would not shut up about how you were chickening out.

Until finally—

“ Fine!” You snapped, throwing your hands up.

“ Let’s play your stupid game.”

His grin was immediate. “ That’s the spirit!”

You rolled your eyes as he poured the first shot, sliding the glass toward you.

“ Ladies first.” He said, resting his chin on his palm.

You exhaled, staring at the liquor.

Say something honest.

Your throat tightened.

The room felt smaller.

In-ho tilted his head. “ What’s the matter? Don’t have anything to say?”

You shot him a glare before gripping the glass tightly.

“ I hate how Jun-ho is pushing me away.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them, raw and heavy.

“ I hate that I feel like I’m losing him. And I hate that no matter how much it hurts, I still—”

You cut yourself off.

In-ho’s smirk was gone.

You didn’t wait for him to react. Instead, you tossed back the shot, the burn of the alcohol searing down your throat.

Setting the glass down with a thud, you wiped your mouth and shoved it toward him. “ Your turn.”

In-ho studied you for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. But then, his signature smirk returned, and he picked up the glass.

“ I hate seeing you waste your emotions on someone who doesn’t deserve them.” He said casually, pouring himself a shot.

“ And I really hate that my dumbass brother gets to have your heart when he doesn’t even know what to do with it.”

Your breath caught.

Before you could say anything, In-ho downed the liquor effortlessly, exhaling sharply before flashing you a lazy grin.

“ Your turn, sweetheart.” He said, sliding the glass back toward you.

And just like that—

The game had begun.

N/A: Y/n and Jun-ho met when they were 16. In-ho, on the other hand, began to like her when she reached her legal age—around the time Y/n was in her twenties. (I need to clarify this to avoid misunderstandings between the characters)

Y/n and Jun-ho's age right now: 23 (College students)

In-ho's age right now: 30 (I need to lower down his age to make it more accurate)

Tags: @maah-sama @colorwastaken @insidekatmind @coruja12345

See u in part 11. 😉

[notcouses]

The second pill was unnecessary