#Squid game fanfic

[ahsxual]

Hi! Your writing is wonderful, and I wanted to wish you the best of luck on your exams in advance 🥰 could you imagine the stoic Sang-woo proposing to his girlfriend? Idk the idea of him being in a relationship and coming to terms with his emotions fascinates me. Thanks!

Sweet Proposal

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,2k

A/N: Awww thank you, dear anon! I truly appreciate your kind words, it means the world to me 🥺💓 I have to say that I agree with you and I absolutely loved your idea for this request! I hope you enjoy my writing and I wish you the best <33 I wrote this request a long time ago and never posted it idk why, but here goes (my apologies🥺)

You and Sang-woo have been dating a few years now: you met him through his mother, the woman who you visited everytime you passed by her store and who you always bought something fresh to eat. Her products were of great quality, besides the fact that she was the kindest woman you have ever met in your entire life. She treated you like her own daughter/son, and since you lived by yourself in south korea, you really appreciated having someone who you could count on. Whenever you had a bad day, you would tell her and she would help you by giving you the best advices from her life experience, so your relationship was pretty close. Until one day, her son visited her, and that's when you met the love of your life.

"Good morning, miss Cho!" you greeted your second mother as you liked to call her, only for her to turn to you with the biggest smile and bright eyes on her face, as always. However, this time she had company.

"Oh, my sweet Y/N! Come here sweetie, please let me introduce you my wonderful son, Cho Sang-woo!" she seemed so excited, in contrast to her son who seemed pretty serious and uncomfortable with the all situation.

"Hey." he simply said with a low, yet neutral tone, making you realize that he was quite the opposite from his mother: she shined even in the darkest days, while he somehow brings darkness wherever he goes to. But the fact that he had such a hard personality to deal with and understand, instead of pushing you away, only made you even more curious about that mysterious man. Besides the fact that he is incredibly handsome, but that's another story.

"Hey there! I'm L/N Y/N, nice to meet you." you put your hand in front of him so you wouldn't be just standing there looking awkwardly at each other. He looked at it for a second, before taking it and shaking it gently, like he was afraid to break your way smaller hand.

"I'm so happy you finally met my son! I'm sure you two will get along just perfectly!" her joy was contagious, yet her own son didn't seem to let his mother's charm get him. You heard her talking about her amazing son so many times, saying how he was a kind man, and extremely intelligent and responsible. Yet, here he is, looking like his life was a complete chaos.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will." you answered shyly, only for him to look at you with a surprised expression. You simply smiled at him, making him blush slightly at your cuteness.

Now you are in the bed with your soulmate by your side, watching him sleep peacefully: who would have known you two would get here? Together?? You didn't know the right answer for that as well, but the truth is that life can really surprise you.

You were Sang-woo’s first love: the only person who stood with him no matter how many problems he had, both professionally and psychologically. You would never give up on him, and that's what made him realize you were the love of his life, the soulmate he was unconsciously looking for so desperately. No one would ever guessed, but one of Sang-woo’s main goals in his life is creating a family who loved and supported him until the end, to feel the happiness and comfort of waking up every day next to his significant other. However, before meeting you, his problem was that he never had the patience or motivation to find love or to continue to please his possible partner until they fell for him. No, he wanted to focus on his professional career first, the rest just being mere details. What made him fall for you, was your dedication to be with him and build a promising life by his side, supporting him and helping him whenever he needed: you were also the first and only person who he told about his fears, insecurities and feelings about certain topics, but only after a few, long months of building trust and courage. And you did the same: you considered him your best friend, because he always helped you with the most racional advices, which were the best in your opinion.

After a few minutes of analyzing lovingly every feature that you knew so well of your loved one, you noticed him moving slightly and groaning from waking up from his precious sleep.

"Good morning, tough guy." you joked, only to receive a confused expression from him just before he rolled his reddish eyes and laugh at the nickname.

"Good morning, babe." his voice was so deep that it made you have inappropriate thoughts, however you knew he was too tired for it right now. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, I actually did. As for you, I think I don't even have to ask." you laughed at his still sleepy state, before putting your legs over him and hug his long torso. He pulled you closer, closing the space that separated your hungry lips before kissing you slowly, yet with the perfect amount of passion and love.

"Yeah, I really needed to rest my mind and body from yesterday." you shyly laughed at him before hitting his arm when he reminded you from your passionate love session from the night before.

"You silly!" the moment you called him that, he rolled you over so he could be on top.

"Call me that again and see what happens." he warned you with a serious face, yet you knew him better. He was obviously messing with you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like his demanding behavior.

"Can you join me in the shower, babe? Please?" you decided to change the subject, giving him the pleading look that you knew he couldn't resist.

"Yeah, sure." he smiled before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. "Just wait for me, I'll be right back."

"Ok, I'll wait for you." you gave him a last peck on his lips, before making your way to the bathroom, unconscious of what was coming for you.

That day your boyfriend invited you to dinner at a fancy restaurant, so you thought it would be a simple date like the many you've had before. But this time, he had promising plans for you and your future together, something you weren't expecting to happen so soon. It was already 7:30 pm, so he called you to hurry so you could be on time at the restaurant.

"I'm coming!" you warned your handsome boyfriend, before you appeared in front of him dressing your favorite date outfit that he bought you a few days ago.

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart." his eyes were full of love, admiration and pride for you, making your heart melt with happiness. You felt so loved at that moment... you still couldn't believe you were dating that man.

"Thank you, love. Let's go." you thanked him, before leaving your house and walk to get into his expensive black car.

You and Sang-woo arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes earlier, so you took your time to sit at your reserved table. The restaurant was outstanding: everyone was dressed nicely and the environment was peaceful and romantic; it was an expensive and well known restaurant from your city, which made you feel important. You also felt really happy to know that your boyfriend took you on a date at a very welcoming and beautiful place: it meant that he really loved you and makes a real effort to build up your relationship by changing your routine from time to time, which was healthy for both of you.

A few hours passed and you talked about everything and anything: your plans for your future together, funny stories that happened in your childhood that you didn't know about, how work was going and who are the people you like or dislike... it was a really nice, yet nostalgic and interesting conversation. After that, he insisted to pay your dinner. You felt bad, so he promised next time you could pay, which you knew he was lying.

When you left the restaurant, hand in hand, he told you that his plans for that night weren't done yet.

"I need you to do something for me, honey." your future husband said as soon as you entered the car. You looked at him suspiciously, waiting for whatever was coming. "Close your eyes." he simply said.

"What? Why would you-"

"Just trust me, ok? It's not like I'll kidnap you or something." he made sure to use his sarcasm to relax you a little bit, indirectly telling you that he wasn't going to do anything bad.

"I wouldn't mind if you did so." your sassy comment made him laugh quietly, before you closed your eyes and heard his car running.

Minutes passed and you were starting to get bored with having your eyes closed for so long. At least his strong grip on your inner thigh kept you entertained during the car trip. Suddenly, you felt the car stop slowly, and that's when you realized you had finally arrived at your destination. You were about to open your eyes, when you felt a smack on your thigh.

"Ah! I didn't say you could open your eyes already, did I?" his demanding tone made you internally scream and blush hard, but you needed to remain calm to not lead things to another way, since you didn't want to ruin the plans he made for you.

He helped you getting out of the car, before putting his hand on your waist to guide you to the place where he would make the big proposal.

"Open your eyes, love." he whispered into your ear. The moment you opened your eyes, tears instantly made their way to your warm cheeks: you could watch and admire each star on the sky, shining in your direction; it was full moon night, which made you think that Sang-woo chose this specific night for that reason; in front of you, you could also see and hear the calm and relaxing dark-blue sea moving at a slow and therapeutical pace. It was the most romantic moment you ever had and even imagined. You were too focus on the ocean and the brilliant stars above you, that you didn't even notice what was written on the sand: "Will you marry me, Y/N?" was written in huge and well marked letters. This made your heart beat at an incredibly fast pace and your vision to go blurry due to the emotional warm tears that wanted to escape from your eyes.

"Baby, what's all of thi-" when you turned around in hope that the man of your life would explain what was happening at that moment, even tho you knew already, you saw him kneeling instead, looking at you nervously with a small black box on his hands which contained a shining ring inside.

"L/n Y/n, I know I'm not the best lover sometimes due to my emotionless personality, however you liberate a more loving, caring and passionate side of me that I never knew I could have until I met you. I never thought I could be so in love with someone... and to be honest, I didn't even know what was love before I kissed you for the first time. I'm sorry for all the times I made you upset, but I promise I'll be a better person for you. So... will you marry me, my love?" you never saw your boyfriend being so open with his feelings, not even towards you, so you knew this was extremely hard for him and that all what he was saying was the pure truth. Also for the first time you noticed Sang-woo cry in front of you, even though he remained with a neutral facial expression.

Deep inside, you knew he feels a lot, he just used this "mask" to hide his vulnerability and pretend he is emotionless. But with you, he doesn't feel the need to pretend to be strong all the time. And that's when he realized it was you who he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with.

You couldn't help but cry in front of him, his action caughting you by surprise, in a good sense.

"Of course my love, of course I will marry you!! There is nothing I desire more than to have you as my husband." he smiled until his cheeks started to get sore: this moment was unique and special for both of you. You always made him forget any pain he might feel. He quickly stood up and picked up into his arms, spinning you over and over again until you both felt almost dizzy.

That night was unforgettable for both of you, and now that you had a wedding ring on your finger, you couldn't think about anything else than stepping onto the altar and marry the man of your dreams.

[heavensenthale]

set fire to my cold heart

a saebyeong (squid game) story

Rating: Teen Word count: 3.4k

Excerpt:

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a girl who looked around her age, sitting alone in a booth, fiddling with a card between her fingers. She looked lost in her own thoughts, the bottle of soju in front of her was probably warm and no longer fizzy.

She was pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way and exactly the type of girl that would not get involved with someone from the North for any reason. Still, Saebyeok wondered if she was okay, if she could smooth the frown on her face, if she’d accept a drink from Saebyeok.

A man walked to her table, sliding a bottle of beer her way. Apparently, she didn’t know the man, as she looked around when the man said something to her, her eyes locking with Saebyeok’s for a second too long, clearly uncomfortable.

“Minyeo, bring me two bottles of soju,” she said, without thinking.

“Are we partying tonight?”

“Just bring the drinks, Minyeo.”

“So cold,” she reached under the bar to where they kept the drinks. “You know, men don’t like cold women,” Minyeo said, putting both bottles in front of her.

Good, Saebyeok thought.

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[whorror-barbie]

A good lesson in fucking (au! Virgin! Ceo! The Salesman x Bimbo! sugar baby! Fem! Reader) (part 1)

general series summary: you find out your sugar daddy is a virgin and you would love to help him explore his sexual desires

Warnings: nothing explicit at this time, maybe some suggestive language and sexual themes. this fic is 18+, so you've been warned.

A/n: I just wanted to write about an older handsome man whose a virgin( so literally a 40 year-old virgin lol) and btw I'm giving him the name Seok-woo again, so I'm not always calling him the salesman, so I hope that's fine with y'all. Enjoy :)

P.s: I have an AO3 account under the name whorrorwritings, part 2 will be up on there by the time I post this part on here, if you can't wait head over there and read it if you want to!

"Wait, you're going over to his house?! You don't even know him" that is the sound of your distressed friend on the other side of the phone.

" Oh, will you stop worrying. He seems like such a nice guy " you open up a pretty pink box to see a really cute yet sophisticated dress. "Honey, just because he buys you stuff, doesn't mean he's a nice guy." She tries to reason with you as you're trying on the dress he wanted you to wear for the meetup, It hugs your curves beautifully as you look at yourself in the mirror. " I mean, you told me you don't even know his name or what he looks like, what if he's a serial killer..you never know" she continues and let out a sigh as you're still smiling.

"Look, I get your concerns, but I'll be fine, and besides it doesn't hurt to meet the guy who financially supported me for 6 months when I was settling here" you do not really understand why she's so worried. sure she has a point, he's seen only ever seen you and your body online multiple times, but don't know a thing about him. Finally, you hear her sigh coming from the other side of the line. "I know you're not going to listen, but please be safe and text me if you need anything, I'll be there so fast I swear" you giggle at your worried friend. " I'll keep you posted, I'll talk to you later, bye, " you say cheerfully and you both hang up. You are fully ready, now it's time to leave for your date.

30 minutes later, you arrive at his beautiful home by a car he sent out for you. Looking around and starting to approach the home, you're regretting this with every heartbeat as you walk closer. what if your friend is right? What if he does murder you? There is no turning back now. you ring the doorbell anyways, waiting until you are greeted by a tall, handsome man at the door.

"hey, miss it's finally nice to meet you," he says so kindly, you look into his eyes and it was love at first. You were not expecting this gorgeous man to be your sugar daddy, but you definitely were not complaining at all. In a matter of seconds, you were already planning a wedding, and having a family with this man "are you ok?" You look up at him "oh sorry" as you enter his home.

Inside his home is beautifully furnished and spacious, but that is to be excepted from a rich CEO. "I must say you're as gorgeous in person." he says with a bit of nervousness in his voice as he's scratching the back of his head "oh, why thank and you're quite a handsome gentleman." You giggle slightly which makes him arrange his tie at your response, he seems to be feeling hot?

" by the way... my name is Seok-Woo... I don't think I ever told you my name before..umm ever" he laughs nervously. "Oh, Seok-Woo? what a nice name." You smile brightly. The two of you are just standing there in awkward silence for a minute as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, and he starts to look around out of nervousness.

"so..um did you eat anything yet? I can umm. set something up" he asked you politely. " Oh, sure I can go for a snack" nodding at him. "Ok, I'll be right back then" he bows slightly then heads into his kitchen.

While he's doing that, you start to wander around his house looking at the beautiful paintings that hang on the walls, taking in his decor. making your own journey around his house until you see a door slightly open to a room, begging for someone to enter it. The curiosity is killing you, so you go inside to check it out.

upon entering, you see nothing but a bunch of half-naked anime figurines on his shelf against each corner of his walls, and you look in awe "wow, what a cute doll" you let out a ditzy laugh, holding one of the figurines in your hand as you inspect it ''wow, she's very curvy" tilting your head then look at your own body." what else does he have in here?'' you proceeds to look around when you spot a stack of hentai mangas and so you pick it up to read the title.

"Super big titty sluts xxx" you say out loud to yourself then open up the book to flip the pages, and you see some very lewd images which makes your face feel like it's on fire, it was nothing but big titties everywhere, and dicks going in every hole. "The pages are stuck together? I wonder why?" As you try to continue to read the manga, figuring out the storyline.

"Hey! Why are you in here?" You jump so hard, dropping his manga and figurine in the process " Oh my god, I'm sorry! I was just waiting..and and I.." your face still feels so hot at what you saw. Wow, he's into some freaky stuff you thought. when he sees you drop his figurine, he wanted to lose it on you, but he remains calm. those figurines are his prize possessions, he's paid a pretty penny for all of them.

"Oh, well... please don't do this again." He says softly as he goes over to pick up his figurine and carefully places it back on the shelf, he looks over her to make sure you didn't mark her up " Umm.. so you want to watch a movie together?" his attention on you now, nodding your head yes as you leave out of his very interesting room.

😳

10 minutes into this suspense drama, it's pretty good so far. You start moving your body closer to his to rest your head on his shoulder. You can feel him put his arm around your arm awkwardly in response. You sigh of relief, looking up at him into his eyes, but he looks away fast.

"Are you enjoying this movie, babes?" You giggle as you feel him trying not to look down at your cleavage . " Umm...yeah..it's good.. how about you? do you like the film?'' He asks, trying to focus his attention on the movie. " I mean it's definitely interesting, but I'm more interested in you, Seok-Woo" he can feel himself getting hard at your voice alone, you're as sexy as the women he sees in the hentai on his computer screen every night.

"how about this?" You straddle his lap, facing him. you're feeling his boner twitching in his dress pants" oh wow, I can feel how big you are, impressive." you giggle with the motion of your boobs jiggling and he looks nervous, though he is enjoying the view. "How about we have some fun? I at least owe you for taking care of me" You wink at him then proceed to kiss on the crook of his neck as you grab his hands so he feels up your ass, but he doesn't squeeze it. you're grinding on him and moaning like a needy whore into his neck. Seok-Woo's eyes are closed while grunting under his breath, focusing on feeling your pussy lips with his tip. this is the perfect scenario that he's been dreaming about, he might cum from this alone.

You reach for his belt to remove it, but his hand stops you in mid-motion. Surprised, you look up at him and his facial expression is reading regret it seems "Stop, Hun" he says out of breath. " Not now" he looks down. Feeling confused, but You get off of him, and sit back down on the couch, this is very awkward now. "I'm really sorry, Seok-Woo...I hope I didn't offend you" did you read the room wrong? Is he not into you like you thought he was.

"you should leave" he simply says which was another dagger to your heart. grabbing your purse as you get up to leave and he follows you to the door. "Text me to let me know that you got home safely... and oh I'll be wiring your weekly allowance to your account tomorrow, have a good night," he says then shuts the door in your face, not giving you a second to respond.

Tears start to stream down your face. You're feeling horrible and embarrassed. that's when your Phone is ringing off in your purse so you check to see that it's your friend, Hong-Ga young again, so you pick it up.

"Oh thank God, he didn't murder you," she says but then she hears you sniffling. "Oh..what's the matter? Are you alright?" Her voice sounds very worried, and you try to keep your composure. " Yeah, I'm ok, Ummm can you pick me up?" You wipe away the tears with your sleeve. " Of course! I'll be there in a second" she says hastily. Both of you say your byes then hang up the phone.

While you are chilling on his steps with your morbid thoughts clouding your mind. a big raindrop falls on your knee, and out of nowhere rain starts to violently poor down. With no umbrella in sight, you're all drenched now, can this night get any worse? You just need to bundle up in a blanket and forget about this night that ever happened, hoping everything will be better tomorrow.

[nessinborderland]

Masterlist

Fandoms

🃏 Alice in Borderland -> Headcanons | Fanfiction 🏍️ High&Low -> Headcanons | Fanfiction 🤜 My Name -> Fanfiction 🧟‍♂️ All of Us Are Dead -> Headcanons | Fanfiction 🦑 Squid Game -> Fanfiction 🌊 Outer Banks -> Fanfiction

[squidgamesmut]

The Salesman | A game of cat and mouse 🌶️

General Masterlist

The Salesman Masterlist

MINORS DNI

It is your duty to track down the Salesman and take down the bane of your existence - the very Squid Game you won last year. Well, perhaps that you haven’t entirely been thinking straight, or have been completely fair to yourself.

Tags: NSFW, hate sex, dom/sub themes, public sex, degradation

Word count: 3K

“I will come and find you,” you had said through gritted teeth, “And when I do, I will flay your skin off your bones if you don’t tell me who you work for.”

You had meant it, too. However, the smug smirk of the Salesman had told you enough, that he had not at all been fazed by your threat. Perhaps that he knew that you would not find him, or perhaps just because he was not afraid of you.

Whatever it was, you knew that you hated him, and that stupid grin of his. No matter how attractive the well-dressed man was, you loathed him and the organisation.

After winning the Squid Game, you had made it your personal goal to burn it to the ground, deeply enraged by what they had done to you. At first, you hadn’t even considered getting in through the Salesman at first, for you had only seen him for a few insignificant minutes preluding your experiences at the Squid Game. However, you eventually realised that he was the very gateway to that place, so if there was anyone who would know where to enter, it had to be him.

It prompted a series of afternoons where you’d hang around the underground during rush hour to keep an eye out for the man you knew to be recruiting new players. It caused you to feel on edge whenever a man clad in a suit would exit or enter the tube, and after a few months of doing this - for you didn’t have to work anymore, anyways - you were close to giving up.

Until a moment that you saw him - no doubt, with his distinctive demeanour and handsome features - approach an old man who was asleep on a bench. Roused him. Invited him to play some games. Those red and blue Ddjaki tiles triggered something dark and painful within you.

“You!” you strode towards him, “You are one of the most vile men I’ve ever met! Give me your business card so I can call your boss. I am going to take you down!”

He ignored you, clearing his throat, “...Don’t mind this crazy woman. Every time you win, you get a hundred-thousand won–”

“Do not play it, sir,” you warned the old man, who seemed way too interested in the game, “He will reel you in with the promise of easy money and it will lead you to a death game!”

“A death game?”

The Salesman held up his hand. “This woman is clearly delusional. Do I seem like the type to fool you, sir? Everything I do is legal and fair. I want to give this money out to people who are in need.”

“My, I can barely believe my ears!” exclaimed the old man, delighted, “It just so happens to be that I need to pay big money to get my son back!”

The Salesman feigned a smile. “So, the rules are simple, you–”

You grabbed the Salesman at the tie, yanking him in such a way that he had no choice but to look at you lest he be choked out and watched you with bewildered eyes. You were seething. “Look into my eyes and tell me who you work for!”

The recruiter held up his hands defensively. “Miss, I don’t know who you are, really! You must be looking for someone else! I suggest that you put me down before I call the authorities.”

You roughly released him, holding up your palm. “Give me your business card.”

“Business card? What are you talking ab–”

Your fingers went to his suit jacket to take it out yourself, but he promptly grabbed your wrist.

“The nerve! This is assault! I won’t take this any longer.” He began putting the Ddjaki tiles back into his briefcase, giving the old man an apologetic smile. “Excuse me, sir. Perhaps that our paths will cross again one day.”

You were seething. “Don’t ignore my question! Who do you work for? Or do you need me to pull out your finger nails one by one for you to speak up?”

Whatever you said, the Salesman seemed to be unaffected, apologising once again to the man he had wanted to recruit. A tube halted at the platform, its doors opening, a horde of people rushing out.

The Salesman stood up and brushed past you as if you were nothing but air, and stepped inside the train. Just as you rushed after him, the doors slid shut in your face, much to your dismay. You slammed a fist onto them, letting out a cry of agony and rage, but were soon forced back, the Salesman looking at you with that smug smile on his face. “I will find you!” you raged, pointing at him accusingly. “You are going to answer for what you’ve done.”

Slightly out of breath, you looked after the leaving train, gathering yourself  for a moment before turning back to the old man, who was staring at you as if you were crazy.

“What?!” you snapped, “I just saved your fucking life! You should be thankful!”

Angrily, you legged towards the schedule to see when the next tube would be leaving.

~*~*~

Seeing him again had rekindled your insatiable hunger for taking the entire shitshow down, and you increased the intensity of your hunt for him to also take place during mornings and evenings now. Day after day, you scouted the stations, in search of the very man who started it all.

No matter how hard you tried, he seemed to always be a step ahead. He’d step into the very tube you were waiting outside of, or if your gazes crossed, he packed up at once.

He knew you - of course he remembered you, for how could he not? 

Every time your eyes met his, and whenever he showed that grin, something else ignited within you. Something dangerous, something balancing the very line between rage and lust. It was like a roaring, all-consuming fire.

Perhaps that it was a game. 

You’d come for him, which gave his work an extra edge, and he was so close yet so far away. You could watch him, smell his cologne, feel his air as he brushed past you, but he was always just out of reach. 

It was maddening, it was frustrating, and it caused tension.

You had started to enjoy his features more than you should, and began to feel a deep, searing lust whenever the idea of him crossed your mind. It was almost an obsession, this elusive recruiter. He was the very key you needed to take down that cursed organisation along with all its people.

You were almost at peace with the fact that you would never catch the Salesman. Since there was nothing left to do in your life otherwise, you kept trailing after him, staying on his track, hot on his heels yet always, always one step behind.

Until now.

You had entered the tube one station earlier so that you’d arrive in one of the trains the very moment he was playing Ddjaki at one of the platforms. Since you were the person exiting the train as soon as it arrived, and since it would leave again as you approached him, there would be nowhere for him to go. You’d trap him like a rat and demand answers once and for all.

You made sure to keep out of sight whilst in the train, making sure to sit close to a door. Crossing one leg over the other, you kept your eyes turned downwards, every so often letting your gaze flit up to the display to see how far away your final destination was.

Mere minutes before the platform you had calculated to be his current playing spot, you stood to stand in front of the doors. However, you froze in your place at once.

You looked out over the long train, all people looking away but one.

That same stupid smirk. A raise of his eyebrow. You began to walk towards him at once.

He turned away, ignoring your call. “Hey!” you spat, “You there! Stop that man!”

A few annoyed glares were sent your way as you made your way through the crowded cabin, the Salesman moving faster, apologising to other travellers as he manoeuvred himself quickly. 

You kept your gaze fixated upon the back of his head - no hair was out of place, and he cast a glance backwards every so often to see if you were still following. 

“Hey, watch it!” You almost tripped over someone’s bag, stumbling forward rather ungracefully, and mumbled an apology. Turning back to your mission, however, you saw that there was no sign of the Salesman, alarming you at once.

You hadn’t stopped at any station, so he had to be on the train still. You breathed a string of curses and continued legging through the tube, hoping to find him hiding somewhere within the crowd.

The front of the train was starting to appear in your field of view, but there was no sign of the man in question. A bit lost, you halted, letting your eyes inspect the masses of people around you.

The train jerked to a standstill, and a lot of people rose to exit. None of them noticed the door of the toilet opening, nor did you. An arm around your waist dragged you inside, causing you to yelp, but nobody was paying attention.

“Hey!” you shouted as the door slammed shut, and as you turned to the person who had yanked you inside, you felt your anger boil inside of you. The Salesman gave you a small smirk, though standing awfully close in the crowded space.

“Hello,” he breathed, smiling. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Let me out,” you said, face flushing at his proximity. “This is assault.”

“Well, you weren’t exactly kind to me either. What do you want from me? Why do you keep pursuing me?”

You scoffed. “Haven’t you heard anything I said last time we spoke? I am going to take you all down, you and your organisation.”

He laughed lightly. “Do you really think that it would be that easy, hm?” he quizzed. “We’re larger than you can even comprehend. Just getting me in trouble will lead to nothing. Calling the organisation by using my business card or reporting them to the authorities will lead to nothing. Perhaps that they’d lock you up for displaying foolish behaviour, let you cool down for a while.”

You narrowed your eyes firmly, brow furrowing. “Fuck you,” you seethed, “Stop smiling.”

“What, is my charm too attractive? Is that why you’re following me, hm?”

He tucked some hair behind your ear and you blushed furiously, slapping it away. “Don’t touch me, you creep! Do you really think that trying to flirt with me will make me forget about who you are?”

“Do you really know who I am, then?” he asked, your heartbeat quickening. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “You don’t even know my name. You won’t be able to trace anything back to me. Why do you keep coming back? Not that I mind seeing your pretty face every day, but you know that you are lying to yourself, right?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked at him with softening eyes, drinking in his sheer charisma. Suddenly, you imagined kissing him, a deep snog filled with hatred, confusion and burning desire. 

The Salesman seemed to be thinking the same thing. “(Y/n),” he mused, taking your chin between his fingers, “Are you just running after me in the hopes of getting my attention?”

“N-No.” you stuttered, closing your eyes at the sound of your own voice. The recruiter laughed a bit, shaking his head.

“Your body tells me otherwise.” He laid one hand on your neck, checking your pulse. You swallowed thickly, trying to take control over your breathing. “Be frank with me,” he whispered, leaning closer.

His breath tickled the shell of your ear. “If you want me to stop, or if what I am saying is untrue, just say so right now and I will let you go. Then, don’t ever come and find me again, for you will know that with me you will get no step further towards taking down the organisation. If what I am saying is true, however…”

The Salesman pulled back from your neck and eyed you with dark eyes, gaze falling towards your lips, “If you desire me, just say so, so that I can take you.”

Your lips moved soundlessly in puzzlement and excitement, your mind running rampant with thoughts of him. He watched you expectantly, awaiting your answer. 

“Fucking ruin me,” you breathed at once, overcome by your arousal for him. He groaned, kissing you roughly, tongue hungrily delving into your mouth.

He tasted exactly like you had imagined he would taste, and you shivered with need, pushing your legs together to relieve some of the tension. He nipped at your bottom lip, smirking. “I will not instruct you on your knees in a public restroom,” he promised, causing your gut to spin, “But you have cost me so much money and potential players, you know… I should punish you for that in one way or the other. But not here - even I have standards.”

You slipped your fingers over his tie, tugging him down for another searing kiss. He took easy dominance, but not that you minded. Adrenaline pulsed through you, and you desperately moaned when his mouth travelled towards your neck, sucking the skin against it. You braced yourself on the wall, hoping that it would be strong enough to hold up your heavily leaning body, and gasped at a nibble of your earlobe.

“So,” he purred, “Who would’ve thought? I figured you hated me, yet you let me ravage you like you’re nothing but prey. Who’s the cat, and who is the mouse?”

He slipped one hand over the column of your throat, watching you with lust-blown pupils. There was an air about him that made your knees weak with want, and you watched him with pleading eyes.

“Little mouse,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you deeply again. His hand snaked under your shirt, surprisingly warm against your bare skin, and you jerked slightly in surprise. He let out an amused huff and turned you in his arms, pushing you flush against the door of the stall. 

“I would spank you if I could,” he muttered, “One slap for every hundred-thousand won your little shenanigans have cost me. But this is not the place. No, I am just going to ruin you, just as you told me to do.” He pushed his face into your neck and inhaled deeply.

A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt his hand push up your skirt and pry aside your knickers. “Little soaked mouse,” he groaned in your hair, “So fucking tight. All for me to be devoured.”

You heard the sound of a buckle opening and you bit your lip in anticipation, trying to look over your shoulder to see how sizable he was. The Salesman pushed back your head, “Face on the door,” he ordered, and you felt his tip press against your dripping entrance.

Your slick made for easy access, but his size split you in half nevertheless. You moaned, hoping that the movements of the train would mask it, even though the walls were thin. The recruiter laced the fingers of one hand into your hair and bottomed out in one swift movement, causing you to bite down on your own hand, lest the people on the other side hear it.

“You can’t even start to understand,” groaned the Salesman, “How often I have imagined fucking that tight pussy of yours. To have you begging for my seed like the little mouse you are. So desperate and needy, eager to swallow it all. Don’t tell me you haven’t imagined the same, little mouse.” 

You whimpered at his size and the stretch, but your walls were clamping around him, your ass moving against him with movements mimicking his own to intensify the pleasure. You were vaguely aware that you were getting railed in one of the filthiest places of Seoul, but then, you figured you couldn’t have expected better.

“You’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?” the Salesman praised, “I can feel it deep inside of you. You’re so wet, if I had known this I would have fucked you much earlier.”

Bracing yourself against the wall, you wanted to breathe his name, realising that you didn’t know it. Instead, you called him the first thing that sprung to mind.

“Please, sir.”

His cock twitched inside of you as he pulled you against his pelvis once again, momentarily stilling. “What did you just call me?”

“S-Sir…” 

He angled your head to the side with an able hand to push his tongue into your mouth. “That’s right,” he whispered after a few seconds of passionate liplock, “That’s right. Beg for me.”

“Oh, give me your seed, sir!” you whimpered, sweat leaking down your brow, “I need it, sir!”

With a few firm thrusts and a few twitches of his cock, he spilled himself deep inside of you, fleeting fingers on your clit pushing you over your climax. You had to physically keep yourself from falling onto the filthy floor, knees almost too weak to stand as pleasure overtook you in a shattering orgasm.

The Salesman pulled out, cum oozing from your hole as he quickly put your knickers back over it, which had been pushed to the side. It gathered on the inside and made you feel sticky, but you did not mind it. 

“Good girl,” said the Salesman, tucking himself back into his slacks before reaching over to the tap to wash his hands. “Good little mouse. Now, it’s time for you to go out, for you’ve reached your destination.”

Just now you noticed that the train had come to a standstill. “But… But…” Stumbling over your words, you anxiously unlocked the door, hoping that no one would walk in. The Salesman smiled his signature smirk and reached out, waiting for you to take something from him.

It was a rectangular card with a number on the back. 

“A business card,” he clarified, “Though not the one you originally wanted.”

He opened the door for you, pushing you outside the cubicle. You looked at him with slight indignance, still taken aback and dishevelled for the way he had just fucked you raw and now waved you off like you were nothing but a customer. He closed the door in your face, leaving you feeling puzzled as slick ran down your thigh. 

Quickly exiting the tube, you went to look at the card.

Call me. It read, alongside his name.

Immediately, you reached for your phone.

[leia-writes]

I don't know if you do this type of stuff but would you consider writing an ABC's of Intimacy for the Frontman? Btw i love your fics so much and you're so talented 🖤

hi, of course I will! thanks for requesting

Hwang In-ho | Front Man - ABCs of Intimacy

w/ female reader

warnings: SMUT, obviously 18+ ONLY

masterlist

a - aftercare

I feel like it depends on this one. I definitely feel like despite his stoic exterior, he’s truly soft on the inside, especially for you. When there’s time, he’s going to spend some time making sure you’re taken care of. Taking you to the shower to get clean and then relaxing together. But with his demanding job of course, sometimes the two of you have to settle for those quick heated moments. He’ll then leave you with a quick kiss or spank on the ass before having to go back to his duties.

b - body part

On him: his hands. In general, he loves feeling in control, whether it’s in the bedroom with you or in his day to day responsibilities. Being able to make you melt with just the touch of his hands, or roughly grabbing you wherever he wants, makes him go crazy. On you: your eyes. He loves seeing your reactions to everything he does to you just as much as he loves doing it to you. The way you squeeze your eyes in pleasure, or give him those needy looks when he’s fucking you into oblivion, sometimes even eliciting tears out of you, just makes him absolutely feral.

c - cum

As long as he gets to cum inside you, whether it’s your pussy or mouth, and as long as you’re begging for it, he’s satisfied. He loves knowing he’s left a part of himself inside of you.

d - dirty secret

He’s not into the idea of sharing you at all, but secretly loves the idea of other people watching you two. He’s thought about fucking you in front of the guards or VIPs countless times. He will never act on it though due to his possessive nature.

e - experience

He’s fairly experienced, but meeting you definitely helped. Before becoming the Front Man, he never had a particularly serious relationship. Once he met you, he felt more comfortable to try new things and act on his desires.

f - favorite position

Any position he can be above you, holding you down with his hands, whether you’re facing up at him or he’s fucking you from behind and shoving your face into the bed. On occasion, if you’re on top, he’s holding on to you tight and fucking up into you vigorously.

g - goofy

In the moment, he’s not goofy at all. He already has a hard time expressing his emotions, so being silly during sex would be tough. He’s also just a very intense person, which is apparent in how he makes love to you. After the fact, though, he might find it in himself to play and joke around with you.

h - hair

He’s a very meticulous person, so he keeps himself well-groomed at all times, usually either shaved or very short hair. 

i - intimacy

He’s very intense when he’s intimate with you, but romance doesn’t come naturally to him. As mentioned before, he never had a serious relationship before you, so not only is he experiencing new feelings but also new ways to express intimacy outside of just sex. He wasn’t always used to having someone around all the time, much less someone he loves as much as he does you. As he became more comfortable, he learned to love little intimate moments with you, like holding hands, cuddling together, giving you quick kisses here and there.

j - jack off

He doesn’t do it often, unless you’re not around or you don’t have time. Before you started dating, he’d masturbate frequently to the thought of you, though he’d never admit it.

k - kink

Breeding kink 1000000%. The thought of knocking you up drives him crazy. Even though he’s probably unsure about actually having kids. 

l - location

He prefers the comfort of your shared home, but if he’s desperate he has no problem taking you wherever you can get a quick private moment (a storage room, in the car, etc etc)

m - motivation

He absolutely loves when you act bratty. He’d never say it out loud but you know it. He acts annoyed, but he loves getting his hands on you to give you punishments. Choking, spanking, slapping, anything rough.

n - no

He’s not into sharing or threesomes or anything like that at all. He wants you completely to himself and loves knowing he’s the only one who has you.

o - oral

He’s happy to give anytime you ask, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t prefer you sucking on his cock. Especially when you’re being bad, oftentimes he’ll use it to get you to finally shut up. But deep down, he also feels like he’s just not good at giving you oral. Of course you love it, but secretly he’s a bit self-conscious about how good he is at it.

p - pace

He much prefers rough sex, pounding into you at a brutal pace and having his way completely with you. But, he knows how to be slow and gentle too. If he’s feeling particularly emotionally vulnerable (which is rare), he will literally melt in your arms.

q - quickie

He prefers to have as much time as he wants with you, but quickies are inevitable with his demanding job. Especially if he’s having a bad day at work, he’ll make time for a quick fuck just to release his pent up anger. He’ll also find time to give you a good “punishment” if you’ve been particularly bratty that day and aren’t home to take care of it (again, storage room, car, etc).

r - risk

He won’t initiate himself, but if you wanted to try something new he generally wouldn’t say no. The riskiest things usually involve being close to a public area or having unprotected sex.

s - stamina

Honestly, after going at it once, neither of you will have enough energy for another round. He’s rough and passionate and will be sure to express that all in one long round of lovemaking.

t - toys

He doesn’t use toys himself, but he’s willing to try if you bring it up. As mentioned before, he wants you all to himself, and feels like he should be as good as any toy you could get. But he won’t deny you as long as he can still fuck you as he pleases.

u - unfair

This man is the. biggest. tease. ever. He’ll be sure to have you begging for every little thing. Begging for your orgasm, begging for his cock, down to begging merely for his touch. You’ll try to do some teasing of your own, and sometimes he does falter and give in, but the sight of you begging for him is just too good for him to miss.

v - volume

He knows when to be quiet and when to really let go. It all depends on his mood and where you are. If you have to be quiet, he makes sure to have you melting in his arms by whispering dirty things in your ear and letting out soft grunts and moans as he does it. And when you can really let go, he’ll be groaning as he fucks you roughly, making sure you can hear every thrust.

w - wild card

When you’re both exhausted in bed and about to go to sleep, he acts like the biggest baby ever. He’ll hold you close like a pillow, and if you dare try and leave his arms he’ll squeeze you tighter while pouting and simply saying “no.” In general, when he’s tired, he becomes super clingy. It can be annoying at times but you find it endearing.

x - x-ray

He has big dick energy and it checks out.

y - yearning

He’s almost always down to fuck you, but if you’re not around he’s generally not in the mood. If he’s anticipating seeing you though, that’s a different story. I’d say usually it’s every other day to every few days.

z - zzz

If it’s normal sleeping hours, he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly, but depending on where you are and what time it is he’s able to go about his day normally. You, on the other hand, are almost always left exhausted completely.

[holy3cake]

Twenty Questions For Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @lord-aldhelm! :)

1. how many works do you have on AO3? 47, and some of these were absolute fever dreams lmao.

2. what's your total AO3 word count? 297,357 (some of these are multi-chapter, but my current TLK fic is set to be the longest one chapter and word wise)

3. what fandoms do you write for? This doesn't cover all of the fandoms of my AO3 because I wrote a random mixture when I was younger but my main ones currently are:

The Last Kingdom

Saw

13 Reasons Why

FNAF

I've done a few random ones like Sex Ed, Squid Game, TMR, AOTD but the ones above are the main ones I try to stick to!

4. top five fics by kudos:

Your Dreams are my Reality (FNAF)

Don't ever betray me again (Squid Game)

Take Care of me? (AOTD)

Jealousy in the Office (Saw)

One Man's Worst Week is One Man's Greatest Rescue (13RW, this is the first fic I ever wrote so it warms my heart that this is still in the top 5!)

5. do you respond to comments? Yes! If I don't respond on AO3 I respond to people on tumblr, as I tend to seek out people in similar fandoms and make the most amazing friends :)

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I meaaaan no spoilers, but In His Father's footsteps will have an angsty but happy ending. I think the angstiest one I've done so far was Runaway Bride (Saw).

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? A release of toxic masculinity (13RW) was a super sweet one to write, and ended quite happily :).

8. do you get hate on fics? Not exactly, but I have been the target of bots (unfortunately).

9. do you write smut? I used to write nothing but smut lmao and about 9/10 of my fics are smutty, but I'm trying to include a bit more plot these days, mainly as I'm not great at writing smut haha.

10. craziest crossover? Uhhh probably Saw x Titanic? It was a bit bizarre haha, but I did do a 13RW x Circus thing which was also super fun to write.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge, I really hope I haven't!

12. have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Someone asked to translate one of my Squid Games fics into a Chinese version, and I was given the link to the page. It was really nice that they asked and showed me the final product :)

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope, but I do theorise/write snippets with friends sometimes!

14. all time favorite ship? Oooooh difficult one. I mean I really have only started getting into it recently but Aethelstan x Osbert from TLK have me gripped even though it's a rarepair, and Charlie and Alex from 13RW are my lifeblood.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Uhhhh there's a few lmao. There's a couple of Saw ones that I really want to get back to, but the inspiration hasn't returned just yet.

16. what are your writing strengths? I would like to say descriptions (imagery wise) and maybe light smut?

17. what are your writing weaknesses? I really struggle with dialogue even though most of my fics are dialogue heavy lmao.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? I don't mind reading it, but I don't write it myself. There's no particular reason I don't write it, it just hasn't come up.

19. first fandom you wrote in? 13 Reasons Why! And it helped me through a really rough patch in my life, so I'll always be intensely thankful for the people I met at that time with Chalex (@aeonwing-blog @closetfascination)

20. favorite fic you've written? I have mixed feelings about it, but I really love my FNAF one for the couple, I just felt I rushed the story a bit lol. And maybe it's just because I adore the fandom so much, but my Last Kingdom one has a GRIP on me.

My AO3, in case you're interested in any of this madness:

No pressure tags: @aeonwing-blog @closetfascination @jayalover @book-and-music-lover

@waterfallsilverberrywrites @redacted-thething @lancedoncrimsonwings @cheesyficwriter @persephones-journey @billystoilet

and anyone else that would like to participate!

I've tagged a few of my favourite writers that have been with me through the fandoms, just wanted to say an extra thank you for your works <3

[smuggsy]

me? starting up another wip? it's more likely than you think (;

A SQUID GAME (오징어 개임) Fanfic on AO3.

Seong Gi-Hun/Original Character.

Rating: Mature (might go up).

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Age Difference, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, recently watched squid game and fell so hard for precious gihun i needed some kind of outlet, bc what is ao3 for if not to project our thirst thru ocs, Canon Compliant, except when it's not...

Summary: Park So-Min is used to being the family's disappointment. The cousin that didn't get into university. The one that will amount to nothing. Marrying into a wealthy and successful family is —according to her sister— her only way out of a pitiful life. So of course she falls in love with the scruffy divorced ahjussi that lives with his mother just down the road and struggles to make ends meet. Because that's just her luck.

[thatbabeingodofwar]

squid game : red light green light blue light.

Greetings, fellow squid gamers! This is one of the scariest and most enjoyable levels we've created for the Squid game thus far. Due to the fact that so many people have completed this level in our past year squid game, our sponsors have asked for a few minor adjustments this time around.

As usual, the rules are straightforward: when the light turns green, you go towards Younghee. You stop when the light turns red. Younghee shoots you right away if she sees you rushing or moving your body in any way during red light. Blue light is our new introduction to this level. We refer to this stage as the most exciting phase since you, gentlemen and ladies, are the first to see this brand-new event in the annals of squid games. While the light changes to blue, you now proceed in the same direction toward Youghee as you did while it was green. However, there is a slight catch: Younghees' hands will fall from the darkness, and they might land on you or the player next to you. So be cautious and keep an eye on the sky, the ground, and your back. Glass serves as the ground. Due to Younghees' hefty hands, they will likely fall and knock the glass over, as well as the players you are running with. This is a real obstacle course, and you have an hour to complete it. Those who don't comply with the rules will be shot to death immediately. Time is limited. My beloved squid gamers, have a wonderful game.

[evrybodysdarlin]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Squid Game (TV 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ali Abdul/Cho Sangwoo Characters: Cho Sangwoo, Ali Abdul, Seong Gihun Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Stripper/Exotic Dancer, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Stripping, Strip Tease, Lapdance, Stripper Ali Summary:

Gi-hun surprises Sang-woo with strippers at his birthday party...but the real surprise is Sang-woo getting addicted to the beautiful angel who gives him a lapdance--Ali Abdul.

Chapter 4 is up! This story is now COMPLETE!

Chapter Summary: Sang-woo and Ali are reunited at the club, and they have a lot of things to talk about together...and to do together.

[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 :')

[phoenixcatch7]

Love the idea of each previous hero's journey being mostly lost to time, such that each time the cycle starts again absolutely no one picks up the very obvious clues that might lead them to the hero.

Oh, you've named your blond haired blue eyed child Link, have you? That's a good name!

Oh, he's found a strange red and white maned horse he's named epona who has utterly bonded with him? How unusual!

Yes, the princess Zelda is the same age, isn't she? What a good omen for the family!

We know he doesn't talk much, but he's the sweetest lad, don't worry!

Don't fret, dearie, his wanderlust will abate when he grows up, I'm sure it won't get him in too much trouble before then.

Prodigious little swordsman, isn't he? He would make a great knight if he wanted to when he's older!

Oh? Rumours about a long forgotten temple in the woods? How strange! Are you sure it's not just the children telling stories?

Look at him in his armoured green outfit! That hat looks lovely on him - where did you find it?

[nessinborderland]

Squid Game -> Fanfiction

-> Hwang Junho

-> Hwang Inho

[simplydannie]

@jules0511 ❤️ My partner in crime! Enjoy!

Fame. Money. Adoration? It sounds to good to be true to a young teen surviving in the under city of Mount Rageous. But Velvet took the gig anyway.

Suddenly, chaos sparks around her…. What has she gotten her and her brother into?

Inspired by the Squid Games.

“Fame. Money. Loved and Adored By Many.” Those words eoched through Velvets mind….

BANG! BANG!

Velvet entered the white tiled room. Stacks and stacks of bunk beds were set up all along the side of the white tiled walls. Glancing around, she saw hundreds upon hundreds of Under Rageouns file into the room. How many constants were there? She looked down at her new attire: a dark green track suit sporting the number 235 on the back.

“Veneer.” It dawned to her that she had not seen her brother since being split apart when they entered. She twisted and turned her head looking desperately for him. “Veneer!” She called out.

“Vels!” She heard his voice. She saw his green swoop of hair make its way toward her, under his stupid little purple beanie. Veneer headed to her a little too happily. “Oh you’re number 235! Im 234! Look!” He spun around to show her the number engraved on his back.

“Really? They let you keep that stupid beanie? Of all things?”

“As long as I didn’t have anything hidden I’m good.” He smiled. Veneer was shoved to ground by a taller Under Rageoun. He snickered as Veneer plummeted to the floor. The Rageoun made a gun signal, pointing it at Veneer, and shot…He was his target. Velvet tore away the beanie from his head.

“Hey!”

“You’re an easy target Veneer! Start acting tough for crying out loud! This is a competition!”

Veneer tore his beanie out from her grasp to put it back on again. “I ain’t change for nothing Vels.” He said sternly.

More and more people continue to poor in. Velvet scoped out the competition, making a mental list of who to watch out for, who looked strong willed, strong physically, and a few whom they should avoid. A screen turned on above what they assumed were entry doors. The screen displayed the names of all the contestants… 456 “players”.

“Were supposed to go against 456 people…and win?” She declared. Next to their names were numbers, slowly those numbers went up on some: Velvet had 35 next her name, while her brother remained at 0.

“Hey! Why am i at zero? Vels, what kind of game is this?” He asked her crossing his arms.

“Fame. Money. Adoration. That’s what they said. So were going to suck this up and come out at the top.” She grasped her brother by the shoulders. “Do you understand? You do everything I say, exactly how I say it.” She stated firmly, eyes filled with determination.

“O-okay.” Veneer stuttered.

“Players, please make your ways to the doors in an orderly fasion. Again, please make your way to the doors in an orderly fasion.” A female voice boomed over the sound system above them. Excitement brewed all around…For Veneer, it was just nerves and anxiety, hoping that what they got themselves into would be okay. Veneer took his place behind his sister, following her through the doors.

In a single file, everyone one was lead through a maze of staircases. Veneer couldn’t help but reach for his sisters hand as the nerves continue to settle in. Velvet retreated her hand.

“No.” She whispered harshly, “No weakness.” Veneer nodded. The staircases were endless, twists and turns at every corner. Eventually everyone came to a stop in front of giant doors, all 456 players lined across. Velvet could hear Veneer’s shaky breath. She elbowed him, causing him to tense and straighten up. No weakness, he reassured himself.

Within moments the doors swung open…odd. The players walked into what was a field, something you would see at school, at the playground, a dirt lot. Straight across the dirt was something pecurliar..

“What in the world…” Velvet murmured.

A giant porcelain doll stood facing them. All the Rageouns took a stance behind the white line looking curiously at the doll. Veneer shook in his shoes, his eyes darting around taking in his surroundings. It looked like they were outside, but the whole enterior of the building was made just to look like it. Veneer know it wasn’t real, becuase he didn’t know what the sun was like, what it felt like. Whatever it was, they mimiced it well, even mimicing what a cool breeze would be like.

“Players please take your mark behind the white line.” The voice boomed again over the speakers. Veneer placed himself right next to Velvet.

“No. Stand more that way. If we’re going to win this, we need to make it seem like were not a team. Make it seem like were not in it together.” She whispered. To make it seem like an act, she shoved Veneer away harshly. There was a hurt look in his eyes, this was not the time her wanted to be away from his sister, but she knew best, he had to believe her.

“Players. Today’s game will be the simple game of red light-green light. When the doll says green-light, you are too proceed. When she says red-light, you are to stop. Players who do not stop will instantly be illimanted. You goal is to cross the other side of the marked field before time is up.” The voice said. As if on cue, the doll turned away, facing her back towards the players.

Everyone took their position behind the white line. Veneer stayed near enought to Velvet, keeping a close watch on her. Velvet’s focus was the finish line…she had to cross it…either her or Veneer…they needed to win this..they needed the money. She noticed cameras all around them. Was this being televised? Or were those cameras there to make sure everyone played by the rules? Silence fell upon the players as the timer appeared on the screen up ahead….a pin needle could be echoed through the quietness of the arena……

………..”Green-light.” The voice of the doll echoed. 456 Rageouns took off running, hoping to cover as much ground as they could before….

“Red-light!” Everyone froze. The dool whipped her head around…They were unsure if she could detect movement or not. Then, one Rageoun losted his balance, wiggling a little to catch it…..

BANG!

The Rageoun fell limp on the ground. Velvet’s eyes widened in horror. Was he? No he couldn’t be….That’s when she saw the pool of blood forming around his body.

“Oh…my…..”

A horrific scream echoed in the areana…

BANG!

Then another..

BANG! BANG!

The players soon began connecting what was going on. Most began to run…they ran towards the doors which they entered upon. Banging on the doors, screaming and pleading.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

One Rageoun ran into Velvet knocking her to the ground. Quickly she moved her hands to cover her ears. She waited for a bullet to strike her chest…but it never did.

BANG! BANG!

She could here the bodies fall to the ground one by one. Velvet’s body shook as the terror and realization of what was happening began to come to her. How? How did she get into this?…Her mind went black for a moment…

She was headed to The Pit to look for any jobs she could pick up, anything to bring food to the table for her and her brother. This particular night, a stranger came and approached Velvet as she was glancing at the bounties listed.

“I believe I’ve seen you around places.” The stranger asked her. Velvet turned towards the voice whom spoke to her: It was a tall male adult Rageoun. Pale skin just like all the Rageouns in the under city, stringy dark gray hair strung into dreadlocks that hung to his waist. He wore a red-mucle shirt with dark brown cargo pants. He gave her a sharped, tooth smile.

“Who hasnt? I’m down here practically all the time. Now excuse me.” She turned to continue to read the list of jobs.

“Not just here sweetheart…everywhere in Under Rageous. You’re a twin arent you?” He asked. She froze. How did he know? True, her and Veneer were the only twins she has ever seen in Under Rageous, kind of hard to miss…But this stranger had a particular interest in them. “Twins are rare here in Rageous. You’d attract the eyes whereever you go I’m sure.” He handed her a card.

“There’s a new competition that Mount Rageous is holding.”

Velvet was stunned in silence. Mount Rageous….only the wealthy, the somebodies dwelled in Mount Rageous. Why was this word getting to her? Why her and her brother?

“I am scout. Scouting talent and those who seem interesting enough to partake in this competition. Twins would definetly catch the eye…Winner of this competition will recieve a high comensation, fame, adoration. Think about it. Call this number.”

Velvet looked down at the card. It was a simply cardboad cut with a square, a triangle, and a cirlce printed in the front. Behind, the card was the number.

“Why? Why me and….” When Velvet looked up, the guy was gone. She was left alone at the center of the bustling pit. Velvet enveloped the card within her hand to hide it from anyone. He didn’t explain what kind of competition it was, only that it was to be held by those up in Mount Rageous. Velvet glanced up, up past the cloud line. She could see the lights of what was the upper atmosphere. This could be the chance her and her brother had been hoping for.

That night she went home, she hadn’t discussed what had happened to her brother. He lay asleep while she turned the card over and over again in her hand. Should she wake up? Should she tell him? Velvet picked out the window of the small apartment, looking up towards the lights of Mount Rageous. They been working so hard, tyring to save up so much to make it to the top…this could finally be their chance. Velvet swung the sheets off of her, tiptoeing to the phone so to not wake her brother…

….She hesitated at first….She dialed the number.

….. Velvets mind came back as she crouched in the arena, clutching her ears, eyes shut tight. Her mind was still ringing as the gunshots continued.

BANG. BANG.

“Fame. Money. Loved and adored by many.” The words echoed through Velvet’s mind…

BANG! BANG!

A few more sounded before they stopped….she heard groans, moans… cries of pain and agony.

“Please do not move when the doll says red-light or else you will be eliminated.”

Killed….. when they meant eliminated, they actually meant killed…. Crouching their in silence, her heart suddenly dropped at the realization….Her brother.

“Veneer….Veneer….” Velvet kept repeating his name to herself. She couldn’t look up. She couldn’t move. They were still on red light….. that’s when she saw a pool of blood getting near her feet…. She knew it wasn’t hers….. the blood began engulfing her shoes….She heard a small cry of pain…..

Oh please no….. please not her brother…. Not Veneer…..What had she gotten him into….

To be continued (?)….

[leia-writes]

All Too Well

hwang in-ho | front man x female reader

Chapter 3

warnings - violence, death

THIS SERIES IS 18+ ONLY

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It wasn’t long before it was time to go back to sleep. You and In-ho decided to share the small bed together. The two of you felt like scared animals, desperately holding onto each other for any sort of comfort. It was nearly impossible to sleep with the anticipation of what was to come.

When you awoke, they served food again. This time you really had no appetite, and were just picking at your pastry.

In-ho looked at you with concern. “You should eat.”

You sighed and reluctantly took a bite. With your mind racing, you could barely register the flavor and texture. But you kept eating just to placate him. 

Shortly after eating it was time for the next round. You and In-ho lined up and walked through the pastel hallways like before. You shuddered as you remembered the last time you were there, fear starting to permeate your mind.

You entered the room with light blue walls, clouds painted on them. Large, oversized playground equipment filled the room. The bright colors made you sick, knowing what would really end up happening to people here. Four shapes were on the wall at the end of the room, a guard standing next to each of them. The players were instructed to choose a shape before beginning the game.

You looked at In-ho apprehensively, unsure of what the shapes could mean. You could choose any shape you wanted, but it could mean life or death. He was looking at the shapes carefully.

“What should we do?” you asked.

He furrowed his brow, gathering his thoughts before responding. “Maybe we should choose different shapes, just in case.”

“Okay. What will you choose?”

In-ho sighed, unsure, and shook his head, deep in thought. You considered the shapes, and after several moments decided on the umbrella. It seemed to be the most different out of the other shapes, so hopefully that’ll mean you’ll have some sort of advantage. It was a shot in the dark.

“I’m going to the umbrella.”

You began walking but felt In-ho pull you back. Looking back at him, you noticed a conflicted look on his face. He was clearly contemplating something.

It took him a few minutes, but he eventually guessed what the game might be. The shapes reminded him of eating dalgona candy as a child, carefully cracking off the edges to get the shape to come out unbroken. If that’s really what they would have you do, it would surely mean your death if you chose the umbrella.

He pulled you back, but deep down he hesitated. He hated himself for it, but for a moment he considered letting you go. If you chose the umbrella, you’d die, and that’d mean he’d be closer to winning. I mean, honestly, how likely is it that both of you would make it to the very end? He should be thinking strategically.

He shook his head, disturbed by his thoughts, and pulled you close to him.

“Stay with me. We’ll choose the triangle.” He gave you an intense look before looking away, willing you to believe him but unwilling to explain what was really going through his mind.

You looked at him curiously. You couldn’t guess what he was thinking, but you decided to trust him. There was nothing else to go on anyways.

You waited in line for several moments, and once you got your metal tins, In-ho’s theory was confirmed. He sighed in relief as you revealed the dalgona candy. Sitting down together, you watched him bewildered as he got the needle ready to carve the shape out.

“You knew.”

He looked at you for a brief moment before continuing. “Be careful now. Start by carefully carving it out with the needle, then gently pull the sides off.”

You stared at him for a few moments, an inexplicable feeling swelling in your heart. He knew what it could be, and kept you from choosing the umbrella. It made you feel safe and protected, even if just a little bit. You shuddered at the thought of trying to carve that shape.

You sat closer to him, whispering as you began to carve your triangle out. “Thank you.”

After a few minutes, you heard the first gunshot. You flinched and almost cracked your triangle, a pang of fear coursing through you, but luckily it stayed intact. In-ho looked at you with concern before a cacophony of gunshots surrounded you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself against the sound and refusing to witness the horrors around you, people getting shot for simply breaking a piece of candy. The metal tin shook slightly in your hands. In-ho reached for your arm, gently grasping it.

“Y/n. Focus.”

You turned to him, opening your eyes. He looked scared, but you could tell he was trying to comfort you. You took in a deep breath and nodded, returning to the task at hand.

In-ho watched you for a moment before continuing as well. He was beyond scared, just like you were, but he wanted to be there for you and wanted to make you feel better. Having someone there to give comfort to made himself feel better. Just like your first night together, he liked the feeling of being needed by you. It made him feel like he was more than he actually was. More than just a meaningless player in this sick game.

In-ho successfully carved out the triangle and waited for you, finishing shortly after him. You presented your shape to the guards and quickly left the room together, anxious to leave the dead bodies behind. You were relieved to have made it through, but would you be as lucky next time?

The two of you went straight to your bed, silently comforting each other again. People talked and walked around you but you barely registered them. After a while, you were served food again, though it could barely even be considered a meal. Just soda and a single egg. You ate quickly and returned to bed. You both laid on your side, with In-ho behind you, his arm gently around your waist.

You sighed. “Remember when it was snowing?”

In-ho gave a half-hearted smile. “Of course.”

“I wonder if it’s snowing now.”

In-ho silently dwelled on your shared memory. He wanted nothing more than to be back in that moment with you.

“Somewhere, it’s snowing, and you’re singing, and we’re together.”

Your heart was silently breaking, tears swelling in your eyes. “Maybe we could’ve been there right now, instead of this awful place.”

In-ho sighed and held you tighter, unable to find the words to help.

You gently pushed him away and sat up, your thoughts starting to overwhelm your mind. It was almost painful the way they weighed on you. You felt yourself start to come apart, tears freely falling and your breaths becoming shallow and quick. 

It became painfully apparent to you how screwed you were. Yes, you made it through the last round, but what about the next ones? Sooner or later your luck would run out. The more people that died, the more likely you’d be next. On the outside, this seemed like the only option, but coming back forced reality to come crashing down on you. What did it matter trying to win the prize when you were seemingly destined to lose anyway?

Of course it was possible to win - there had to be a winner after all. But why would it be you and In-ho? What made you special? Could there even be more than one winner? If you were lucky enough in the first place, you wouldn’t have found yourself in such a situation that led you here. You could’ve taken your chances in the outside world, tried to run away. It would’ve been easier to do so with In-ho too. How could you be so careless with your life?

“In-ho… I don’t want to die,” you cried. “I don’t want to die. Why did we come back?”

In-ho sat up behind you, taken aback. “Darling… you know why.”

“No. Why did we come back? Why didn’t we just stay?”

In-ho was silent. There was nothing he could say.

Your body shook with your sobs, but you continued. “You should’ve stopped me. You should’ve stopped us. We shouldn’t have come back, what the fuck were we thinking?”

“Darling… we had to. We had to.” In-ho reached to touch your shoulder, but you shoved him off of you.

“No we didn’t. We could’ve been home right now, out on the street, anywhere but here.”

His heart was breaking for you, but he couldn’t understand how you couldn’t see why you came back. Why you had to come back. “Y/n. Stop. Stop crying, please.”

His words just made you cry even harder. All the suffocating feelings you’d felt before were just coming back worse than ever.

“I said I’d protect us. I promise I’m going to.”

“How can you say that? How can you promise that to me? You don’t even know what’s going to happen next.”

“I can because I want to. I can try. Isn’t that enough?”

You looked at him with disappointment. He wasn’t understanding you at all. “It was enough when we weren’t about to die.”

He looked at you silently, dejected.

The more you thought about you and In-ho, the more you started to feel alone. The more you realized you didn’t know much of anything about him, anything of substance, yet you put so much of your trust in him. 

“All you can do is say sweet words to me. But what does it really mean? What do you really feel?”

Inside his heart was breaking, but he didn’t have an answer for you. He didn’t know. He reached for your hand, but you pulled away.

“What am I to you?”

“Y/n…”

“Would you really protect me? If it were truly life or death?”

“Of course I would, how could you say that? I helped you just now, and I helped you in the first round. You would’ve run to the door like all the others, you would’ve chosen the umbrella, but I saved you.”

“You didn’t even know me at first. You said you saved me because I’m pretty? What the fuck does that even mean, In-ho? Am I just here to be pretty for you, to look good for you, to make you feel good? If you really wanted to protect me, you wouldn’t have let me come back.”

In-ho was stoic on the outside, but your words were cutting him deep. He was highly uncomfortable with how much you understood him, even more than he understood himself. How much you seemed to sense his deepest, darkest thoughts. And that look you were giving him, that disappointed look, made him sick inside. It frustrated him to no end, a burning rage beginning to build inside the more you spoke.

You scoffed, and looked away. “What about me?”

In-ho looked at you with fury in his eyes. He pondered your question before answering, venom in his words. 

“What… about you?”

You stayed silent, turning towards him, your heart slowly dropping.

“What about you?” he repeated, his resentful eyes meeting yours, pausing for a few moments before continuing. “So what if I was drawn to you because of your looks. I’m a selfish man with simple desires, what’s so wrong with that? You had no problem spending your time with me, eating the food I bought you, taking the pleasure I gave you, taking the comfort you so desperately needed.” 

He scoffed as if he was disgusted with your behavior. “You should be grateful I wanted to help you.”

Your face was twisted in hurt, and you were too overwhelmed to say anything. He looked at you again, giving you a look that would’ve broken your heart if it wasn’t by his next words.

“You’d be dead without me.”

You felt yourself break instantly at those words. Nothing could adequately explain that moment for you, the pain, betrayal, overwhelming shame and regret you felt. You stood up, and before walking away, turned to him.

“I think I already am.”

~~~

The night before the 3rd round, tug of war, you slept alone. You’d never felt so low in your life. The despair and regret burned through your body, making it impossible to fully rest. When it was time to form teams, you felt emotionally and physically exhausted. But you had to push through. You had no other choice.

As teams were forming, you found yourself constantly watching In-ho, wondering what his next move would be. You met eyes a couple times, and you could tell he was conflicted as well, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go to him. Not when you were trying to survive.

After a few moments, a small group of players approached you, and you joined their team. You stood silently with them as they gathered more people. One of the players eyed you curiously, before turning to another. 

“Go ask her friend over there too,” he said before nodding towards In-ho.

You gave him a panicked look, but there was nothing you could do. It’s not like you had any good reason to stop him. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him ask In-ho to join your team. They walked over to your group together, but In-ho kept away from you. The others definitely noticed the awkward tension but you were too anxious to care.

Once the game was explained, your anxiety was made even worse. Your team seemed good enough for tug of war, but you could tell some other teams definitely had an advantage. You weren’t the strongest person in the bunch, but you could definitely hold your own. You just hoped your team had enough to make it.

As you stood in the elevator taking you to the platform, you briefly glanced at In-ho. He seemed plagued by his thoughts, just as you probably looked as well. For a moment, your heart dropped, thinking this might be the last time you see him. If you were to die here, you didn’t want it to end like this with him. 

But your time had run out. You were cuffed to the rope now.

As soon as the game began, you pulled with all the intensity you could come up with. For a short time both teams stayed put, the force of each side equal to each other, but you could feel your team starting to falter. Slowly, you were forced to take small steps forward. Each step made your stomach drop as you were sure the next would be the last.

As your team got closer to the edge, you could feel the desperation rising in everyone. People around you started screaming, yelling at each other to pull harder, crying out of fear. In-ho was right behind you, and you had the overwhelming urge to look back at him. Just one more look, if this was the last chance you’d get.

Tears started to fall from your eyes, mixing with the sweat dripping from your brow. Your grip was tight, the texture of the rope starting to burn. You didn’t know how much longer you or your team could hold out. Time seemed to slow as you were sure you were about to lose control.

Amongst the loud cries, you heard a quiet one from a familiar voice. In-ho began to cry softly behind you. If you hadn’t known him, you wouldn’t have identified it through the noise. But it became the only thing you could hear. Your muscles were burning, your skin soaked in sweat, but all you could think about was him.

The person at the front of the line was dangerously close to the edge. You kept pulling but began to brace yourself for the inevitable loss. You were about to turn around to look at In-ho, before you heard him speak, his voice shaken.

“Y/n…”

The instant you heard his voice, you were pulled backwards by an unknown force. You almost tripped on yourself but regained your footing. Looking ahead, you realized someone on the other team accidentally tripped and fell, causing the rest of the team to fall with them. 

A jolt of hope spread through your body, along with the rest of your team, and you began pulling with all your strength. The other team could never get their footing right, and your team quickly pulled them over the edge. In almost an instant you went from being convinced you were about to die to winning the round.

Exhausted, sweaty, and crying, you laid on the ground as you waited for the guards to unlock you from the rope. You basked in the relief, catching your breath. You’d made it another round. Who knew what would come next, but you survived now, and that’s all that mattered.

Back in the elevator, you watched In-ho again. You heard him call out to you before, but he didn’t seem to acknowledge you at all now. He looked beyond exhausted. On instinct you wanted to comfort him but kept yourself from doing so. Even though you desperately wanted his comfort, you didn’t want a repeat of your last conversation. You didn’t want to relive the hurt.

When you returned to the player room, you could tell the mood had changed in everyone, for the worst. You weren’t even served food before lights out. As you laid in bed trying to sleep, you heard a group on the other side of the room start to argue. You tried to ignore it, but you heard one of them pull a metal beam from a bed frame and start beating the other with it. After a few moments it was clear he had just killed them.

Others around you started to react, screaming for the guards to stop the fight. But of course, no one was coming for them, and no one was there to stop players from killing each other. Once this realization hit the group, people started going after each other. 

It became complete chaos. People getting beaten to death, bed frames being taken down completely, people being pushed off the highest beds as they came tumbling down. You quickly scurried to a corner of the room, desperately searching for anything to defend yourself with. You couldn’t bring yourself to go after anyone else but you had to protect yourself.

You found a small metal beam and hid under a pile of bed frames that had fallen onto each other. Dreadful sounds filled your ears. You felt yourself on the brink of losing your mind, but you willed yourself to stay as silent as possible so no one could find you. Hopefully you could hide away from the carnage before the night was over.

You were successful in doing so until someone had been pushed near your corner, getting beaten over and over in the head. The assailant was deranged, covered in blood, hungry for his next target. He spotted you quickly after he was satisfied with his kill, and you quickly crawled your way to the other side of the pile you were under.

You heard him screaming behind you, and you cried loudly out of fear. Reaching the other side, you turned around to find the man just seconds behind you. You reached for your metal beam to hit him, but before you could do so someone rushed next to you and hit the man in the head. He was knocked out instantly.

You looked up and saw In-ho, a crazed look on his face. He smashed the man’s head several times, ensuring he was dead and wouldn’t come for you again. You held yourself close to the wall, wrapping your arms around your knees, overwhelmed. Fear was the only thing you could comprehend in that moment.

In-ho rushed to your side, holding your face, examining you for any injuries. “Are you okay?”

You cried, unable to speak, and nodded.

He sighed out of relief. His face was marked with panic. “Stay with me. Don’t leave. Please.”

You nodded again, following him as you snuck around to a more secluded location. He held your hand tightly as you navigated the apocalyptic scene. You sat next to each other on the floor. 

“How long will they let this continue?” you cried.

“I don’t know… I don’t know.” He held your hand tightly, unable to say anything else.

You leaned your head back on the wall, crying uncontrollably. You were so tired of constantly feeling like you were about to die. In-ho looked at you sadly, and gently pulled your head to his shoulder. You sighed, trying to calm your breath, welcoming the little comfort it provided. Your thoughts were beyond confusing, beyond comprehension, but you couldn’t deny yourself the comfort.

“Y/n, I’m…”

In-ho was interrupted by a sudden clamor of gunshots filling the air. The lights instantly came back on. You squeezed your eyes and covered your ears, the harsh light and sound burning your senses. As you slowly became adjusted, you noticed guards filling the room, pointing guns at everyone.

The players were finally ordered to stop killing one another. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief as everyone started to settle into a bed, or what little was left of them. The guards retrieved the bodies and left.

You and In-ho found some bed cushions and blankets and put them in a secluded corner, surrounded by bed frames as a little protection. In-ho removed his jacket and began to wipe your face with the sleeve. You just sat there, crying.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.”

You looked at him through teary eyes. “I’m sorry too. I’m so sorry.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, his lips trembling. Tears filled his eyes but he held them back. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Come here.”

He held you close and you cried into his shoulder, desperately grabbing onto him. He laid you down and pulled the blanket over the two of you. Gently caressing your face, he leaned in to kiss you softly a few times. Each and every kiss took even the smallest amount of torment out of your mind, and you were grateful. He wiped every tear from your face as you slowly calmed down.

In-ho sighed, looking like he had something heavy on his mind, something he had to say to you. You reached for him, gently holding his face. “What is it?”

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “I’m just sorry. I’m sorry I said those things to you.”

Your heart dropped at the memory, but you pushed those feelings aside. There was no use going back and forth on why you came back here. “It’s okay. There’s nothing we can do now.”

He pulled you close, his body shaking. He took a deep breath. “You asked me what you are to me… remember?”

You sighed. “I know… it doesn’t matter. It’s okay.”

“Tell me what you want.”

You paused, struck by his words. “I… I don’t know.” What could you even say? What would it change now that you were stuck here?

“What do you want to be? My friend? My girlfriend? My soulmate? Tell me, and I’ll let you be it. I’ll let you be anything.” He held your face gently while he spoke with intensity.

You felt a conflict of emotions rising in you. You knew you should be upset with him, you knew he was still using you for his own comfort, but you couldn’t deny your connection. You couldn’t deny your need for him either. It didn’t even matter if you used each other anymore, or if there were bad intentions. It wasn’t worth going through this hell without each other.

You pulled him close and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head near his neck. He laid on his back and held you close. 

“I just want to be with you.”

Ever since you stayed with him that first night, that’s all you ever wanted. That’s why you were so unbelievably upset when you realized you probably wouldn’t make it out of here alive or together. 

He sighed and kissed the top of your head. “Alright.”

You took a deep breath and let yourself relax, finding comfort in his warmth. You wanted to sleep but neither of you could, that underlying anxiety too pervasive to ignore. All you could do was enjoy what little comfort you had in that moment.

In-ho gently rubbed your shoulders. “Sing for me. That song from before.”

You were pulled from your thoughts, surprised at such an odd request. It was such a fleeting moment, but he replayed it in his mind over and over. The pure happiness he felt in that moment was something he wanted to constantly relive.

You began to sing Fly Me To The Moon, softly and gently, as if it was a lullaby. It was almost hauntingly beautiful, the way you created such beauty in that hellish place. He soaked up your words as if it were a prayer you were reciting that he could answer for you. When you sang “hold my hand,” he held your hand tightly. When you sang “kiss me,” he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

When you sang, “I love you,” he held you tighter than ever before.

Your heart was swelling in the most delighted and devastating way. The closer you got to In-ho, the more you fell for him, and you loved that feeling. You wanted to love him more than anything. But it made it all more difficult to face what could come next. You couldn’t help but feel the more you fell in love with him, the more doomed you became.

~~~

You awoke, completely unrested and exhausted. Shortly after waking up everyone was brought into the big white room from before. You and In-ho stayed close together, holding hands tightly.

“Welcome to your fourth game. This game will be played in teams of two. Find someone you wish to play the game with. With mutual consent, shake hands and you will become partners.”

You looked at In-ho apprehensively. He held your hand tighter and turned to you.

“We’re a team. We can do this.”

You nodded, reassuring yourself of the same thing. In-ho reached out his hand, a somewhat playful smile on his face. You shook his hand, and he quickly pulled you in for a hug. You hoped that as long as you had each other, you could protect yourselves and make it through.

You were led into a large room with small buildings scattered about, little dirt pathways surrounding them. It was like you were instantly transported into a small neighborhood. The lighting even looked like the setting sun. Guards approached each team and led everyone to spots around the room. You looked around in confusion, wondering what it could be.

You stopped in the middle of a walkway, the guard turning towards you. The voice from above began to speak.

“Please take one pouch each.”

You slowly took a pouch from the guard, anxious.

“There are ten marbles in each pouch. Please check how many there are.”

You opened the pouch to reveal ten marbles.

You looked over at In-ho, watching him count his marbles as well. Although you didn’t know what was to come, you had an increasingly sinking feeling settle in your body.

“In this game, use your ten marbles to compete with the partner next to you. The player who takes all ten marbles from their partner wins.”

You froze, unable to breathe, unable to move at all. From the corner of your eye, you saw In-ho turn to you slowly. You were in utter disbelief. After all you had been through… 

This is how it would end.

“You have 30 minutes. Let the games begin.”

You turned to In-ho. He held his marbles with a shaky hand, and couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye. Though you had felt so close to him just moments ago, you felt so far away now. You felt your sanity start to break down completely, the culmination of everything you’d gone through crashing down.

“No… no no no. Please. No, we can’t do this. No!”

In-ho let out a sob, squeezing his eyes shut. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything. It devastated him inside just as much, but he couldn’t give in. He knew no matter what you did, no matter what you said, you’d have to go through with this.

You screamed. “I’m not fucking doing this!” You turned to the guard, shaking the marbles in their face. “We’re not fucking doing this!”

In-ho stayed silent, tears flowing freely down his face. You turned to him in bewilderment. He should be fighting just like you were, but he was dreadfully silent. 

“In-ho… we can’t do this. We can’t. I won’t… I won’t do this! Please. There has to be another way, there has to. Help me find a way! Why won’t you fucking help me?!”

You shoved him, but he wouldn’t talk. You cried out in frustration. “In-ho!”

The guard stepped towards you, putting the barrel of their gun to your head. In-ho looked up and audibly cried at the sight, pulling you close to him. You were losing your mind, sobs coming out uncontrollably. You tried pushing him away, but he held you even tighter, unwilling to let you go.

“In-ho… why? Why? Please, just help me. Help us.”

He leaned his head into your shoulder, sobbing. “I’m sorry… Y/n. I’m sorry. There’s no other way.”

You felt a wave of despair overwhelm you, so much so that you tried to scream but no sound could escape you. Your knees went weak and you collapsed to the ground. In-ho knelt down to you and wrapped himself around you again.

“Y/n… we have to start. Time is running out.”

You took a few deep breaths and sat up, willing yourself to calm down as much as you could. In-ho leaned forward to wipe your tears but you turned away.

“Just tell me what to do.”

Inside, In-ho’s heart was breaking, but he knew there was nothing to do but play the game. He hated himself for it but he just wanted to get it other with, whether that meant he would die or you would die. He couldn’t handle sitting with the despair of it all.

You began to play odds and evens. For a while, you stayed at an equal count of marbles, but each time either of you got the answer correct, you couldn’t help but let out a small cry. Inside, you were beyond tormented. You didn’t want to die, but you didn’t want In-ho to die either. No matter how it ended, you would lose.

After a while, you started to realize your marble count was becoming low. You looked in your pouch, revealing only a few left. In-ho looked at you sadly, feeling an immense amount of shame. As time passed, he was slowly starting to win.

He could feel himself start to shut down, start to close himself off emotionally from everything happening around him, but inside he was breaking down completely. He thought of all the moments you had together, all the times he said he would be there for you, and said he would protect you.

Your words echoed in his mind. “Would you really protect me? If it were truly life or death?”

He had never hated himself more than he had in that moment. He should protect you, he should let you live, but… he wouldn’t. He couldn’t give himself up that much, he never could.

You began to shake uncontrollably, your body involuntarily bracing itself for what you knew would come. You grabbed the rest of your marbles and held them out in a closed fist, waiting for In-ho to guess.

You watched him sit there in his torment, studying his features. You thought of all the time you’d spent with him, all the moments you watched him like you were now. After everything you’d been through, was it worth it? You truly didn’t know. How could you? All you did was try to survive. All you wanted was a better life. In those passionate moments you had with him, you had that. You had everything you wanted. You couldn’t bring yourself to regret it.

In-ho took in a shaky breath and gently held your fist. He looked down, too ashamed to look at you.

“Odd.”

Your heart dropped, and you opened your fist to reveal three marbles. Your eyes became blurry as In-ho brought his closed fist next to yours, opening it as well.

Three marbles.

You lost.

Waves of fear overwhelmed you, but you managed to stay calm. There was a strange peace in finally knowing what would happen. You knew it had to be one of you. There was no use in crying or screaming anymore, it wouldn’t change anything. After everything that went down, you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to stay with In-ho. 

You gently put your marbles into his hand and reached for your empty pouch, handing it to him. His face dropped when he realized you were out of marbles. He looked at you in despair, dropping everything and pulling you close.

“Y/n… oh god, I…”

“In-ho…” you let out a soft cry, gently wrapping your arms around him, savoring the feeling of him around you. You found yourself wishing you were anywhere else with him instead of there. Back in his apartment, back on the snowy street, even back in the player room desperately holding on to each other. 

He sobbed into your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

You cried, knowing this would be the last time you felt his embrace, the last time you’d hear his voice. The last time for everything. 

You felt the guard pull you backwards, out of In-ho’s arms. In-ho cried out as the guard put their gun to your head. He held your hands tightly, his head hanging low, almost resting in your lap. You let out a sob but willed yourself to be more quiet, for his sake. 

He sat up and looked at you, the look on his face breaking your heart, though you were already completely shattered inside. He couldn’t bear the thought of going on without you, but deep down he knew he couldn’t sacrifice himself. His own selfishness wouldn’t let him. And that absolutely broke him. Call it a desire for survival, but he knew in the end it was wrong to let you die. He’d promised to protect you but couldn’t follow through. He used you the entire time he’d known you, just like he was using you now to live.

He wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. He just sobbed frantically, squeezing your hands as tight as he could. He wanted to reach for you, wanted to comfort you, but nothing felt right. 

You held his hands tightly. “In-ho… just forget about this, okay? Forget about me. And win.”

His face was twisted in torment, and you reached for him, gently resting your hand on his face. You just wanted one more moment of peace, one more moment of anything even close to happiness. In-ho closed his eyes, basking in your gentle touch. 

In the next moment, he heard a gunshot, and felt your hand fall from his face.

In-ho stayed perfectly still, eyes closed, unwilling to see your dead body. Your hand was still in his other hand, but when he realized you were no longer grasping it he broke down completely. He leaned forward and rested his head on your hand in your lap, crying out in complete agony. Sobs wracked his body as he tried to cope with the overwhelming grief.

He lost all sense of time, seemingly kneeling at your body for an eternity before being forced to return, forced to continue the game that took you from him.

The game that he let you die in.

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The rest of his time there was a blur.

He’d completely lost any emotion, becoming numb to everything around him. He wanted to win just so you didn’t die in vain, but other than that he couldn’t bring himself to care. If he cared enough, if he let himself feel his emotions even a little bit, the grief from losing you would’ve killed him from the inside.

When he made it to the glass bridge round, he’d gotten one of the last numbers simply because it was the last one not taken. But it worked to his advantage, and he made it across easily. He was served dinner before the final round, but could barely taste the food as he ate it. It was as if all the color of life had faded into a dismal gray.

During the final Squid Game round, it was too easy to overtake his opponent. In-ho was devoid of fear; no fears of dying, no fears of getting hurt, nothing. He couldn’t feel anything at all, not even hatred towards the other player. His opponent was strong, a man similar to him in age, but his fear was a detriment. He was shaky and unsteady on his feet. In-ho quickly made the fatal move and killed him, unphased.

He won.

It was only when he returned home that he let himself feel even an inkling of emotion. He looked around his room and was only reminded of you being there. He let go just a little bit but quickly couldn’t hold it in any longer, and he broke down completely.

He wanted you so badly, in the most simple, basic, purest way. Knowing it was selfish, knowing it was wrong to hold you back, he wanted you before because you made him feel better. You made him better. So why did he let you go? What was it worth living without you when he could never experience you again?

He only knew you for a short, fleeting moment, but you stuck with him forever. You told him to forget you, but he just couldn’t. He didn’t even want to try. As years passed, he still remembered you in every little thing. When he walked outside while it was snowing, he saw your face lighting up at the glistening flurries. When he walked through a museum, he saw you walking with him, thoughtfully looking at the art. 

And when he heard that song, he saw you singing next to him, beautiful as ever.

He spent the next few years in a haze, never spending much of his money, never tending to relationships much, just passing by. He spoke to his family just enough not to raise any suspicions, but inside he was wholly, completely empty.

When he was approached for the Front Man position, he couldn’t say no. Going back to that island felt in a sick way like going back to you. The last place he saw you. The last place he touched you, felt your embrace, saw your face, heard your voice. Becoming the Front Man, going back to that organization, was the only thing that felt right to him anymore.

In preparation for the next round of games, you haunted him constantly. He intentionally made the games identical to what he had played, down to the food that was served. In a twisted way he felt closer and closer to you as time went on, as the start of the games became near.

Once the first round began, he settled into his chair in front of the screen. After months of preparation, the players were beginning to play Red Light, Green Light. The first game he played. The place he met you. He thought of that moment, when he held you back from running away. Little did either of you know he was leading you to that door anyway. 

He pressed play for the music, sounds of Fly Me To The Moon filling his ears. As he sat there, whiskey in hand, players on the screen, he’d never felt closer to you since your death. It was almost a delusion. He was convinced that if he turned around, you’d be standing there. 

What would he say to you? He wondered this as the game began. What could he say?

Are you there? Are you real? 

Were you ever real? 

Do you still remember me? I can’t forget you. I don’t want to. 

Please come back to me.

I’m sorry. 

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Why no one make any J-drama & K-drama fanfic bestie!?! T^T