#gi hun x reader

[truefandemonium]

Louder for the people in the back

GI-HUN SEONG .

you telling this sexy ass dilf—is unrated in his own show ???

this is absolutely insane .

[pixiepipedreams]

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — distant flickerings, greener scenery // in-ho x reader

♡  ⁄  pairing: in-ho x reader, hints of gi-hun x reader ♡  ⁄  warnings & tags: fem!reader, canon-typical violence & death, obsessive behavior, lying/manipulation, age gap (reader is 20-22, in-ho & gi-hun are late 40s, early 50s) ♡  ⁄ wordcount: 4.2k ♡  ⁄ summary: after losing your mom at 18, you move to south korea with your father for a fresh start. he incurs a lot of debt, and on the verge of losing your student visa, you enter the squid game. quickly adhering to gi-hun's group to increase your chance of survival, you gain the attention of the strange player 001...

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵ ﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

Life is a series of bad decisions and dead-ends.

It's something you've tried not to believe, but your mother's misery had been infused into your bones, the code of your very being. Every day, you tried to bring more light to the world, to love even the little things - to love those little things even more, just for existing. Every shifting cloud in the sky, every gentle breeze, every moment has joy if you know where to look. As much as you love your mother, she only saw the worst in life. When she died, you were only 18, but it gave you a sense of freedom. You applied for a student visa to South Korea, wanting to live somewhere that would remind you the least of what you've lost. Your father moved with you, and things were okay, for a few years.

On the brink of losing your visa, and finding out your father has incurred a huge debt, you felt like you were running out of choices. Until a handsome man in the subways gave you an opportunity. You didn't know the game very well, but you managed to win a few rounds of ddakji, well worth the harsh slaps you received for losing even more. When he gave you a business card, a chance to earn more money, dig yourself out of the pit that threatened to swallow you whole... you hesitated.

Then your father got hospitalized. You couldn't take on his debt alone, let alone cover his hospital fees. So you called him. When you awake in a strange place, the number 443 written on a green tracksuit you don't remember putting on, you get the sinking feeling that you made the wrong choice.

Your mother's voice rings through your head when the first game starts, and player 456 shouts to everyone that these games could cost your life. He sounded insane, but the bundle of dread in your stomach was impossible to ignore. You believed him.

And then the first person died.

You were one of the first to make it past the finish line, ushering as many people as you could through. It wasn't enough. You have to tear your eyes away from the bloody bodies littering the field, feeling sick. But at least there's the sky, above you. Blue and bright and beautiful, like hope itself. The wind moving the sparse clouds makes you feel both small and big, like maybe you could make it. You're only in your early 20s, you still have so much life to live.

The vote gets announced in the dormitories, and when it's your turn at the button, you have no clue what the correct path is. Player 044's words play in your mind - The time and place of each one of your deaths was decided from the instant you were born. There's no changing it now. No matter how hard you try to fight it, you'll never be able to escape your fate. Your hand hovers, then you press 'O'. One more game.

The final player votes the same way as you, ensuring that everyone will play again. The 'X's are groaning, distraught, but some of them have the same fatalistic hope in their eyes that mirror your own. Your eyes find 456, noting his deep disappointment, almost to the point of despair. You feel a hint of guilt, but you know you're one of 183 people who voted the same. It would've been easier to assuage that guilt, though, if it wasn't such a close vote. Just one person could have changed the tides, shifted fate...

You feel compelled to approach him, but you're not the only one. You end up to the right behind player 001, the last person who voted. "You're the reason I ended up voting to stay. It's true. After the first game, I thought I was going to quit. And then I saw you, and I thought, 'One more game. Then I can go.'"

You freeze. Hadn't you thought nearly the same thing? Your mind buzzes, looking at the side profile of 001. He's older than you, like most of the people here, and you get struck by the feeling that you're too young to have ended up in a place like this. But if it wasn't you, maybe that recruiter would have found your father.

Maybe that was his initial plan, until your dad ended up in the hospital.

They're talking about the next game, how 456 played something called Honeycomb last time. The players in the crowd around the previous champion murmur in excitement at having a better chance in the next game. "It probably won't be the same game," you say quietly, almost to yourself. But everyone around you grows quiet, looking at you. You glance from 001 to 456, realizing everyone is waiting for you to continue. You clear your throat. "There's plenty of children's games, are there not? I'm sure they change it every time. They probably only keep Red Light, Green Light because it's easy, universal. It's the perfect way to introduce the true nature of these games. But everything else is probably different."

There's a murmur of agreement, but your eyes stay on 456. There's a hardness to his expression that doesn't match the deep smile lines that have formed over his life. He doesn't look surprised by the idea you'd presented. He must think the same thing, himself.

"You're American, aren't you?" 001 asks, drawing your eyes to him. Something about his gaze is intense, pinning you in place. You swallow, nodding, your spine straightening on instinct. You've been in South Korea for long enough to know their customs, and you know that those older than you are due a certain amount of respect. It's better to overdo it than do too little.

"That's right, sir. I'm here on a student visa," you say, ducking your head slightly, then meet his eyes again. His expression doesn't change, but somehow, you feel like he's looking at you differently. Sharper, somehow. Like he's taking you apart, piece by piece.

What the hell?

In-ho's quiet, for a long moment, but it's not because he has nothing to say. He has too much he wants to say - that you're too young to be in a place like this, that you must be at a disadvantage in this series of Korean children's games, that you're sharp in guessing that the next game will be different. He designed these games, he knows you're right. None of that should matter to him. He's here on a mission, to challenge Gi-hun at every turn, make him rethink his view of the world. Player 443 - he's sure if he thought long enough, he would remember your name, although he'd long since stopped memorizing every name in the files of players that cross his desk. But your eyes hold his in a way that tugs at him, makes him feel something different. He hasn't felt something new in years, not since his wife passed while he was in the games.

"You have a good point," he says with a slight nod. "Still, I hope you're wrong. It'd be nice, to have an advantage."

He finally breaks your gaze, and it feels like your insides have all been flipped around and turned over, like he'd looked over everything that makes you you. You look at the ground as he continues talking to 456. Eventually, the other players disperse, disappointed by what 456 had to say. You linger, though, leaning against the pole of a nearby bunk bed.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question? Why are you here? Why'd you come back again? You said you won the game, made it out. And that would mean you won 45.6 billion won. Did you spend all of it already?" 001 asks, eyes searching 456's expression.

"Did you start betting again?" 456's friend, 390, pipes up.

"That money doesn't belong to me. The ones who died in this place, that's their blood money. And the same goes for everything in there now," 456 says, his expression intense, like he's lived through years and years of this torture instead of 6 days. But that's what PTSD is, isn't it? The trauma persists past the actual event.

You frown, crossing your arms. That's a horrible way to think about it. Those people are already dead, aren't they? It's worse to not spend the money, after all that blood was spilled for it.

"What point is there in thinking about it like that?" 001 points out, surprising you again. "After all, it's not like you killed anyone yourself. And that way of thinking won't help bring any of them back to life."

"If you don't use that money, make a better life for yourself, it's a dishonor to their memory," you say quietly. "It's like they died for nothing."

456 stares at you like he's just been slapped. But 001... he looks at you with a hint of approval, and something else. Something like interest... or fascination. "If even one of you two had pressed 'O' like I told you to, we all could've left here alive!" 456 says harshly, a pot boiling over. "You could've saved everybody!"

"True. I was the last player to press 'O,'" 001 says quietly, drawing 456's attention and ire. "It wasn't just me, though. There's 182 other people who wanted to stay here."

"Yeah, and 182 more of them who wanted to get the hell out of this place!" 456 shoots back.

"If I hadn't pressed 'O'… If I'd hit 'X' and we'd all gone home, you think they'd appreciate what I'd done? If one of these people ran into me, years from now, do you think they'd say they were happy I voted to go? That they ended up with a great life after all?" 456 falls silent, watching him like he's remembering something.

Silently, you agree with 001. You're all here because you're in dire straits, and the winnings from the first game wouldn't have been enough to make a dent in most people's debt.

The conversation continues, and when Dae-ho approaches and introduces himself, you lay down on a nearby bed, lost in thought.

Time passes - you're not sure how much, with no clocks or sun to go by. The scenery of the large dormitories isn't appealing, and doesn't have anything you'd normally focus on to remind yourself of the little joys of life, so you resort to people-watching. The mother and her son, in quiet discussion, a small group talking and laughing about nothing in particular, the annoying guy with the purple hair...

You sit up, eyes going wide as you watch him throw a punch at the MG Coin guy. The scuffle goes on, and you get to your feet, having half a mind to step in and tell them to stop being idiots, but then player 001 is approaching them.

"Hey, kids. What makes you think you can behave like that? Especially while people are eating. And in front of your elders too. It's bad manners, not to mention it's two against one. Shame on you guys." Your eyes are glued to 001, the restrained power in his stance. You can't see his face, but you can picture it - that calm, cold expression, the intensity in his eyes. You know there's more to him than meets the eye, but you can't put a finger on it.

"You're in here just like everyone else. So cut the lecture… Grandad. How about instead of yip-yapping at me, you go back home to your own kids, you yell at them?" the purple-haired guy - Thanos, if you remember right - makes a talking hand gesture at 001, and you find yourself holding your breath.

"What did you say?" 001 replies coldly, but there's a hint of fire beneath it.

"I said, save the lecture for your own kids!" Thanos laughs, but is cut off by 001 putting a hand on the nape of his neck. "Hey, get your fuckin--"

He's cut off by a cry of pain as 001 does something with his grip that makes him fall to his knees. You watch as he takes down the two guys like it's nothing, barely breaking a sweat, and a cold chill runs down your spine even as you feel an electric tingle over your skin. Who is he? There it is again, that hint to something more, some large piece of the puzzle of his character that you're missing. It's compelling, but there's also a hint of danger. You make a mental note not to get on his bad side.

Your mind swirls as everything settles down again, and before it's time to turn the lights out, you walk over to 456, sitting down on a step next to him.

"You've really played these games before?" you ask after a moment of silence, glancing at him. You can feel the rift between you two, the 'O' on your chest and the 'X' on his. 456 is quiet for a moment, then nods. "Why would you come back, then? I know you said you didn't want to spend the money... so you don't need more. There must be a reason."

456 sighs. "These games change you. I can't imagine living a normal life, after everything I went through here... I tried. But I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't try to prevent these games from continuing."

It's your turn to fall silent. "Stopping the games doesn't change much, at the end of the day. Some of these people's debts are so bad that they've waived their bodily rights. At least here, they have a chance to try and pay it off, make an honest life for themselves," you say finally, your voice gentle.

456 looks back at you with a complicated expression. "I know. When I joined these games the first time, I'd done the very same thing."

You stare at him, eyes searching his face. There's traces of a happier man in the sorrow with which he holds himself. The smile lines, the crinkles by his eyes. Winning these games only made him miserable. They changed who he was. You can read it, plain as a book, the man he used to be. "Getting rid of these games doesn't change the way the world works. With that kind of money... the money you won, you could actually try to change things in the real world. So nobody would be desperate enough to end up in a place like this." You shrug. "But maybe that's impossible, too. I hope you do, though. Change things. That's a cause I can get behind."

You stare at each other, like you're coming to a quiet understanding. He nods a little, his lips still a permanent frown. You wonder what his smile used to look like, what his laugh sounded like.

You wonder if winning these games would turn you as miserable, as haunted, as he is now. "(Y/N)," you say quietly. He just blinks. "My name. I want to fight by your side. I think... remembering that we're human is an important step."

There's a flicker of something in his expression, and you can almost see the smile that haunts his face, the joy of a more innocent man. He nods softly. "Gi-hun," he replies, his shoulders loosening slightly. It's a start.

"Gi-hun," you reply, smiling at him. "Try to sleep tonight. We'll all need our strength tomorrow."

You leave the sad man to his ghosts and his thoughts, taking a bed on a higher level, feeling safer with some distance between you and the rest of the players. When the lights go out, you curl up under the thin blanket. There's enough people in the dormitory that it's not cold, but you're not exactly warm either. You manage to fall asleep, but it's light, restless, and you wake up after only an hour at most. You stare up at the ceiling, then turn on your side, counting the tiles on the wall. There's black shapes in the tiles that you can't entirely make out, images that are indecipherable with so many beds in the way.

There's the sound of shoes on metal behind you, and you turn on the bed, looking up to see player 001 standing above you. There's something in his eyes, almost like he'd just been... crying? It doesn't make sense, but neither does a lot of things about him.

"001," you say quietly, relaxing the shoulders you hadn't realized were tense. "Can't sleep?"

He hesitates, then takes a seat on the step by your head, clasping his hands. "Haven't tried, yet. I don't sleep well, anyways."

You nod, stretching your legs under the covers, and sit up, facing him. "Yeah. I fell asleep, but it didn't last. My dad always says I got my insomnia from him," you say with a small laugh. It feels weird, to laugh in a place like this, but it comes naturally to you. Trying to lighten the mood, to find little spots of light in the darkness. Fireflies in the night.

001 gives a small smile, a little crinkle of the eyes revealing that it's a genuine one. "Are you close with your father?" he asks, tilting his head. Curious. You hesitate, then shrug.

"Everyone growing up said I looked just like him. I used to have his attitude problem. Still do, sometimes," you say, brushing your hair behind both ears. "I moved here, to South Korea, with him. But... no, I'm not really close with him anymore." And yet, you came here for him - for his debts, to take care of his hospital bills. You'll always love him, despite the fact that his own actions sent you here, to this hell. He should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around. You can feel the injustice, the anger that secretly simmers under the surface, but you take a deep breath, smiling at him.

The man just stares at you, his often emotionless eyes studying you, like he wants to pick apart your mind. "And your mother?"

Emotion threatens to overtake you, a lump in your chest forming, and you swallow, looking away. It feels like a lot, to share with this relative stranger. It's been a few years since your mother passed, but it feels like longer. At the same time, it feels like she could call you at any moment. The silence grows, and he finally murmurs, "I see." You stare out at the room, feeling miles away. Relationships with parents is always complicated, and before she passed, it wasn't perfect between you two. But you'd do anything to have her back. "I only ask because... well. You're just so young. You really shouldn't be here."

You bristle, slightly, though you know he's right. "We all have our reasons," you mutter. You can't blame your father, entirely - although, if he hadn't acquired a pile of debt, he would be able to help you keep your student visa.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to strike a nerve," 001 says gently. "I'm worried, that's all."

You huff a breath, hands fidgeting to pop your fingers. "Thank you for your concern, sir, but I chose to be here, didn't I?" The 'O' on both of our chests is evidence of that.

"Young-il," he says after a beat. "You don't have to call me sir. We're all equals here." You finally look back at him, surprised that he offered up his name. Another piece to the puzzle. "I'm surprised you voted to stay. You're American, you probably won't know most of the games."

You smile humorlessly, shaking your head slightly. "They explain the rules for each one, don't they? And... well, I think I only need one more game to have enough. It won't cover everything, but... it'll get me far enough." You try to believe it. You don't know if you have the stomach to play more than one game. "I'm (Y/N). By the way." A sign of peace, a quiet alliance. Just like with Gi-hun earlier, it eases the air between you.

Another moment of quiet, the only sound the quiet breathing and snores of the hundreds of players in the room. "(Y/N)," he says softly, almost to himself. "Well, you have me, too. I'll help you, if there's a confusing one."

You eye him curiously, then smile, a warm, gentle thing. He doesn't take his eyes off of you, smiling back. Like Gi-hun, he looks like someone who hasn't smiled in years, but more like... he's forgotten how. It warms you to him.

"Thank you. Young-il," you say, reaching over to squeeze his arm. He looks taken aback, surprised, but his smile deepens, settling somewhere in his irises.

You take your hand back, fidgeting with the blanket. "So... what do you do for fun? When you're not playing children's games," you say, a hint of humor in your tone as you try to keep the mood light.

It works - he gives a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "Me? I read... enjoy art. I feel like I don't have a lot of fun these days, though," he says, his tone almost contemplative. Like he hadn't even considered fun in a long time. "And what about you?"

You hum softly, fingers dancing in a pattern as they tap the bed beside you. "I like dancing, and music. I read a lot - fiction, mostly. I do enough learning in university." You list off a couple more things, the silly things you do to occupy your day. "If it's a bad day, I usually take a walk in the park. Try to remember the little things that fill the world with joy."

His expression grows warmer, almost soft with each thing you say. "That sounds lovely," he murmurs, his expression almost wistful. He's hard to read, his expression so detached when he's not smiling, but he seems almost open now. Almost. "And dancing, huh? I'll admit, I haven't danced in a long time. I was never any good at it." He gives a wry chuckle, but you grin, eyes twinkling.

"It's better when you're no good at it. Just as long as you don't let yourself get embarrassed. It's good, to move your body, to just feel." You wonder if you'll ever dance again like that - carefree, uncaring about what anyone thought. "I'm surprised, by the way, that you didn't say you take martial arts classes. That move you pulled earlier, with Thanos... it was impressive, skilled." Your tone is nonchalant, but you analyze him for any possible reaction. Wanting to understand him.

He doesn't give one. "I've taken some. For self-defense, mostly. But not really for fun. I know what you mean, about moving your body. That's what fighting was, for me. But it'd be nice to move in a less... restrained way."

It's an almost disarming answer, and it makes something in you soften. You almost offer to dance with him, when you get out of here, but then you remember that he must be a couple decades older than you. You smile though. "You should try it sometime."

You chat for a little longer, but you can feel a weariness settle inside you, now that you're more relaxed. Something about his company is comforting, familiar. It almost makes you forget where you are. It's only when you notice a matching exhaustion in his eyes that you say something.

"You need to get some rest," you say softly.

"So do you," he points out, eyes tracing over your face once before reaching your eyes again. "You only got a little bit."

You hesitate. You do feel tired again, but the moment you're alone, you know that racing thoughts will prevent you from succumbing to your body's needs. "Would you sit with me?" you blurt out, then feel embarrassed. But it's too late to take it back. "Just... until I fall asleep. It's easier, with someone else here."

You have no reason to trust In-ho so quickly. The bonds formed in these games are as concrete as they are breakable, he knows this. He can tell, already, how full of life you are, and he has to fight to keep the thought away - she shouldn't be here. You were right, everyone chose to be here, including you. You voted to stay. But something in him does care, as much as he doesn't want to. And, very quickly, he finds himself wanting to save you, keep you alive. Keep you by his side. Your request only fuels that ember inside him, stoking it, and soon a flame will be coaxed. He has had nothing to want to protect in so long, so many years, and it dismantles him. Makes him feel like the man he once was, the man he's pretending to be.

"Okay," Young-il says quietly, giving her a soft smile, scooting closer to her on the step he's sitting on. You lay down again, on your side, facing him. On impulse you reach out, placing a hand on his wrist. He hesitates, then rests his hand on the bed, letting you curl our hand around his jacketed wrist.

You ignore the strange feeling in your chest, letting your eyes slip shut, relaxing fully for the first time since you got here. "Thank you," you murmur, and you can already feel the fuzz of sleep creeping up on you. His hand slides into your hair, gently massaging your scalp, and it might be the best thing you've ever felt.

It doesn't take long. And this time, your rest is peaceful.

[truefandemonium]

“I’m fucked.”

[magnificentmiraclenacho]

The sister of the winner

Part 6= The scary stranger

Summary: When gi hun wants to take down the games he faces a lot of problems. But one problem he also has is his relationship with his sister minji ( reader ). Gi hun dosent want to tell her about the games do to her innocent. But what happends when the salesman lores her into the games, and the siblings finds them self fighting for their lifes

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The dormitory was heavy with people talking and planning on how they want to survive this nightmare. Y/N sat cross-legged on her bunk, her legs still trembling from the adrenaline of the six-legged pentathlon.

Gi-hun sat beside her, leaning back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Next to him, Jung-bae and young il laid sprawled out, and Player 222 just walking away with player 333 to talk about something.

The four of them let out simultaneous sighs, a mix of relief and exhaustion, as they reflected on their narrow escape from elimination.

“I can’t believe we made it,” Jung-bae said, his voice breaking the silence.

“Barely,” Y/N replied, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I thought we were done for when we almost tripped at the end.”

“It’s a miracle,” young il muttered, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

The air was tense, but there was a flicker of gratitude between them. They were still alive.

“I just want to go home,” yn whispered “I can’t keep doing this.”

“We’ll figure something out,” Gi-hun said, his voice soft but firm. He placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll make it out of here, one way or another.”

Before anyone could respond, Kang Dae-ho, the man who had given up his spot on their team during the last game, approached. His face lit up when he saw them, relief evident in his expression.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low but warm. “You guys made it.”

“Barely,” Jung-bae said with a weak laugh.

Dae-ho nodded, his eyes scanning the group. “its so good to see you.”

“Thanks to you,” Y/N said, offering him a small smile. “If you hadn’t let 222 take your spot…”

She glanced at Player 222, who was holding her belly just infront of the beds.

Dae-ho waved her off. “I’m just glad your all okay.”

They talked for a few more minutes, the conversation circling back to the games and their growing desperation to escape.

“They have to give us another vote soon,” jung beo said. “Don’t they?”

“They will,” Gi-hun replied, his voice heavy.

“But you know how it’ll go. Most of them won’t vote to leave. Not now. Not when they’ve seen how much money is at stake.”

Before anyone could respond, the dormitory door slammed open. Two guards entered, their presence commanding silence.

“Attention, players,” one of them announced. “The current prize money stands at 10 billion won.”

A gasp rippled through the room. Heads turned to the glowing piggy bank hanging above them, filled half way with cash. The guards continued.

“There are 140 players remaining.”

The reality of the announcement hit hard. Over half the players were already gone. The room felt colder, the weight of survival pressing down on everyone like a lead blanket.

Gi-hun let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “And they’re all still blinded by it,” he said, gesturing to the money. “They see that, and suddenly nothing else matters.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, no one dared to speak.

“The next vote will now begin,” the guard announced. “Each player will step forward and cast their decision. A simple choice: to stay, or to go.”

The guards gestured to the large board on the wall, showing two glowing buttons—X to leave, and O to stay. As the players began lining up, Gi-hun stood and glanced down to his team.

“Vote for X,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with something Y/N couldn’t quite place. “If we don’t leave now… none of us will.”

Yn stared at him as he turned to join the line. The sound of footsteps echoed in the room as players moved one by one toward the buttons, their faces tense and unreadable.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she watched Gi-hun step forward the first one voting. He pressed the X button without hesitation, his jaw tight and his eyes distant.

The vote continued, but the air was thick with dread. No matter how many pressed X, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t be enough. The pull of the money, the desperation to win, was stronger than fear.

And as the line moved forward, the weight of Gi-hun’s words lingered in her mind: “If we don’t leave now… none of us will". She would vote X. She would go home. She thought to herself.

Gi-hun stood beside her, watching the line grow shorter. His hand was still resting on her shoulder, grounding her in the moment. His expression was unreadable, but Y/N could feel the tension radiating off him. He was exhausted, just like everyone else, but there was a flicker of hope in his eyes—hope that enough people would see reason.

Jung-bae sighed, his head tilted back against a bed frame. “You think people will vote to leave?” he muttered, glancing at Gi-hun.

“No,” Gi-hun replied bitterly. “Most of them won’t. They’re too blinded.”

Il Young standing next to yn scoffed. “Blinded or desperate. What’s the difference?” Gi hun clancing at him strangery.

Across the room, Player 222 stood quietly next to player 333, her hands protectively cradling her stomach. Y/N couldn’t imagine what the woman was going through—carrying a child in this hellhole. It was unbearable to think about.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she watched the line shrink. One by one, players stepped forward, pressing their buttons with trembling hands. Some looked resolute, others terrified, but the room remained eerily silent except for the soft hum of the voting machine.

It was now her turn. She stepped forward. Her palms were sweaty, and her breath came in shallow gasps, but she didn’t hesitate. Her eyes locked onto the X button. “This is the way out” she whispered to herself.

Her hand came down on the button, and the red light flared to life. A robotic voice confirmed her vote, and she stepped aside.

Jung-bae voted next, followed by young il and Player 222. The group reconvened near the corner beds, watching as the line continued to dwindle.

“Do you think it’ll be enough?” Y/N asked quietly, her voice barely audible.

Gi-hun didn’t answer right away. His eyes were fixed on the voting platform, his expression grim. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “But at least we tried.”

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as the last players cast their votes. Finally, the guards stepped forward, and the screen on the wall lit up, displaying the results.

X: 62 votes

O: 68 votes

The room erupted into murmurs, cries, and gasps. Y/N felt the air leave her lungs as she stared at the screen. It wasn’t enough.

Gi-hun clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “I told you,” he muttered, his voice low and bitter. “They are all stupid, every single one of them.”

Y/N sank onto one of the bed, her head in her hands. She had done everything she could. They all had. But it wasn’t enough. They were trapped here forever, and the games would continue.

The guards began filing out, leaving the players to their despair. The glowing piggy bank above them seemed to mock their suffering, the pile of money growing larger with every death.

Gi-hun sat down beside Y/N, his hand resting on her shoulder again. “We’ll figure something out,” he said softly. “We have to." " we aren't going to be here till the end, okey" he said as he put his hand on her shoulder.

Y/N didn’t reply. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare at the floor, her mind racing with the knowledge that no matter what they did, survival was never guaranteed becouse people are naive and selfish.

Gi-hun sat deeper down on the bed, his voice serious as he looked at the group. "We need to stick together tonight. No one sleeps alone. People are desperate, and if anyone’s looking to thin the numbers, they’ll target groups like ours."

Jung-bae nodded grimly. “Makes sense. Safety in numbers.”

Young il stretched his arms, his face tense. “So, what’s the plan?”

“We stay here,” Gi-hun replied. “Build a secure area with the bunks and sleep in shifts. That way, we’ll know if anyone’s coming close.”

Player 222 shifted “You really think someone would attack us? Just to keep the games going?” Gi-hun gave her a sharp look. “Do you think they wouldn’t?”

The group fell silent, the reality of his words settling over them. Slowly, everyone began gathering supplies—pushing bunks together to create a barrier, arranging blankets and pillows in the center to form a communal sleeping area.

Y/N stood for a moment, watching the others before stepping away.

“Where are you going?” Gi-hun asked very sharply and protectivly.

She turned back, her tone calm. “I’m just going to get my pillow and blanket from my bed. It’s on the other side of the room.”

Gi-hun frowned, his expression uncertain. “You sure? I don’t like you walking over there alone. I can come with you.” dropping the sheets in his hands on the floor.

Y/N shook her head with a faint smile. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a quick trip. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He hesitated, glancing toward the dimly lit expanse of the dorm. The shadows seemed to shift and move, and the other players loomed like ghosts in the distance. After a moment, he exhaled sharply. “Alright. Just... be quick, okay? And don’t talk to anyone.”

“I won’t,” she promised, her voice steady.

As Y/N turned and walked toward the far side of the room, her footsteps light but purposeful, Gi-hun wasn’t the only one watching.

Young il, who had been adjusting the makeshift barrier, paused and looked up, his gaze following her as she moved further away. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, studying her retreating figure as she weaved through the maze of bunks.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, but his lips pressed into a thin line. His expression was hard to read—calm, calculating, and perhaps a touch wary. He glanced briefly at Gi-hun, who was still watching her intently, before returning his attention to the barricade.

“Hope she’s fast,” young il muttered under his breath, almost to himself, as he adjusted the frame of a bunk. Though the words were quiet, they carried a weight of unspoken tension.

The further you moved from the safety of your team, the more you felt the tension in the air. Every shadow seemed to loom larger, every sound seemed sharper.

Reaching your bed, you crouched down and grabbed your pillow, tucking it under one arm as you reached for the blanket folded neatly at the foot of the bed. But as your fingers brushed the fabric, you froze.

Muttering. Low and conspiratorial, coming from the far corner of the room.

You turned your head slightly, peering through the dimly lit maze of beds. At first, you couldn’t see anyone, but then your eyes landed on them—Player 230, the man with purple hair who had stirred up trouble on the very first day, and Player 124, a wiry man with shifty eyes. They were sitting close together on one of the beds, heads bowed as they whispered hurriedly.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you crept closer, keeping low and moving as quietly as possible. You ducked behind a bedframe a few feet away, straining to catch snippets of their conversation.

“…the next game… can’t risk it,” Player 124 was saying, his voice barely above a whisper.

Player 230 leaned in closer, his hands fidgeting with something around his neck. “That’s why we need to—” He stopped abruptly and looked around, his sharp eyes scanning the room.

You held your breath, pressing yourself against the cold metal of the bedframe, praying he wouldn’t see you. After a tense moment, he relaxed and continued.

“Look, I’ve got this,” he said, holding up what looked like a necklace. But as the light hit it, you realized it wasn’t just jewelry. Tiny capsules were embedded within the chain—capsules that looked suspiciously like drugs.

Your heart raced. Drugs? In here?

As you slowly began to back away, your foot scraped against the edge of a bedframe. The sound, though quiet, seemed deafening in the tense silence.

Player 230’s head snapped up, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then he shot to his feet, pointing a finger at you. “HEY, YOU!”

Your breath hitched, and adrenaline surged through your veins.

Your instincts screamed at you to run, so you turned on your heel and started walking quickly toward the safety of your team. Panic surged through your veins as your footsteps quickened, but you knew better than to break into a full sprint—it would only draw more attention. Your mind raced with thoughts of what you had just seen, your heart pounding in your chest.

You were just a few beds away from the main area where others might see you when a hand suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you backward with a force that sent you tumbling to the ground. The shock of pain shot through your scalp as you gasped, but before you could let out a scream, a heavy hand clamped over your mouth.

Player 230 loomed over you, his purple hair falling messily over his forehead, his expression twisted with fury. “You shouldn’t have been snooping,” he hissed, his voice venomous.

He straddled you in one swift motion, pinning your body to the cold, hard floor. His hand stayed firmly over your mouth, muffling your panicked cries, while his other hand wrapped around your throat. His grip tightened, cutting off your air, and your vision started to blur around the edges.

You clawed at his arms desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to pry him off. Your mind was a whirlwind of terror and disbelief. This can’t be happening. Not here. Not like this. You shoud't have come to your bed, not atleast alone.

You kicked your legs frantically, but he pressed his weight harder against you, making it almost impossible to move. His furious eyes bore into yours, and the malicious grin curling at the corners of his lips only made your fear worse.

“Stay quiet,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “If you make a sound, you’ll regret it.”

The pressure on your throat intensified, and you could feel the air slipping away. Your body screamed for oxygen, and your head spun as you tried to think of a way out.

I need to do something. I can’t die like this. All the things ypu havent told gi hun yet rushing true your mind.

our lungs burned as you struggled beneath his weight, but Player 230 was far stronger than you. Every frantic attempt to escape his grasp was met with even more pressure, his hand like iron around your throat. Your nails scratched at his arm, but he didn’t even flinch.

The room seemed to fade around you, your world narrowing to his sneering face and the suffocating grip cutting off your air. Then he did something unexpected—he stopped choking you just long enough to let you take a shaky, gasping breath, his hand still covering your mouth.

And then he laughed.

A low, cruel chuckle rumbled from his chest, his head tilting slightly as he stared down at you like a predator toying with its prey. “Oh, this is perfect,” he said, his voice laced with mockery. His grip on your throat relaxed slightly, but the weight of his body still pinned you in place. “We’ve got the winner’s little princess.”

Your eyes widened, your heart hammering in your chest. That pet name shivering down your spine.

He smirked as he leaned back a little, still keeping you firmly beneath him. “Oh, don’t act so surprised. Everyone’s seen how that old man dotes on you. Gi-Hun, the big hero, doing whatever he can to keep you safe. It’s pathetic.” His grin widened, sharp and full of malice. “I wonder how he’d feel if he knew you were in a situation like this. Screaming and crying under the mighty thanos."

Your stomach twisted in horror as his words sank in. He wasn’t just toying with you—he was threatening to use you as leverage against Gi-Hun.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” he continued, tilting his head to the side as if he were considering something. Then he bent down, his face so close that you could feel his breath against your ear. His next words were barely more than a whisper, but they sent a even more cold shiver down your spine.

“Wouldn’t that be sweet, pumpkin?”

The sickeningly sweet tone of his voice made your skin crawl, and you felt a wave of nausea rise in your chest. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to fight, to escape, but he had you completely trapped. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as your mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare. But was there even a one....

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[seven10th]

I haven't seen any scene with showers or anything hygiene related in Squid Game.

I would NOT do the boomshakalaka with someone who hasn't showered or brushed their teeth in days... maybe maybe Dae-ho but nah

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[choerypetal]

Love at first sight. / Squid Games!Men

summary; a little prompt for each men in squid game x reader.

also my english isn't my first language so i do apologize for a few errors! enjoys x

including; in-ho, thanos, myung-gi, dae-ho & gi-hun

In-ho: 

Praise yourself for catching In-ho’s attention amidst the chaos of the games. Not only did he manage to maintain his composure, but he also came to terms with the truth—it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him, but his heart betraying him. He had been ensnared in a dangerous blend of love and death. And no matter the cost, he was determined to ensure your survival, even if it meant faking your death and arranging for the guards to escort you to his shelter.

At first, his actions were subtle—a few fleeting glances, quiet assurances that you weren’t alone. He took it upon himself to ensure someone capable stood between you and danger. This resolve led him to seek out Gi-hun, cornering him with a whispered plea. “I’m not asking for much,” In-ho murmured, his voice low and firm. Gi-hun’s brows knit together as he glanced at you, understanding little of the request but sensing its weight. Though the urge to question why In-ho couldn’t protect you himself lingered, Gi-hun ultimately accepted—he, too, had his own plans to carry out.

Yet, watching Gi-hun hover near you ignited something unexpected in In-ho—a simmering, unanticipated jealousy. His blood boiled harder than he cared to admit.

It was Gi-hun’s proximity to you that set him on edge.

While 001 had extended a friendly hand, In-ho never anticipated him stealing you away entirely. The realization unsettled him, and during the chaos of the Carousel games, panic began to creep in. When he noticed you were nowhere to be found in the room, it nearly consumed him. The thought of losing you made his fists clench, and for a brief, irrational moment, he contemplated throwing a punch at Gi-hun. But it wasn’t until the final elimination, when the doors unlocked, that relief washed over him. There you were—your silhouette unmistakable behind Dae-ho.

In that instant, he didn’t hesitate. Rushing toward you, his breath hitched, words failing him. A shaky exhale escaped his lips, a mix of disbelief and overwhelming relief. He almost laughed—a scoff of incredulity—before pulling you close, his hand instinctively cradling the back of your head. Without a second thought, he leaned in, his lips pressing a firm but tender kiss to your forehead.

“Silly,” he muttered, his voice tight with emotion. “I never should’ve trusted Gi-hun to keep you safe. Damn it, I thought I’d lost you.” The panic in his voice caught you off guard, the weight of his words sinking in. You hadn’t expected such raw vulnerability from him—not now, not like this. A soft chuckle escaped you, an attempt to lighten the moment. “It’s okay,” you reassured him gently. “Dae-ho found me right away and made sure I was safe.”

That revelation gave In-ho pause, but he filed it away for later. For now, none of it mattered. You were alive and unharmed, and that was everything.

The kiss on your forehead wasn’t just a gesture of relief—it was a silent declaration. You were his, and no one—not Gi-hun, not Dae-ho, not anyone—would ever take you from him again.

Thanos: 

Once a retired rapper, Thanos now found himself thrust into a life-and-death struggle. Among his generation, it was no surprise that some idolized him—his presence commanding a respect so intense, it bordered on worship. To them, he was pristine, untouchable. But this adoration didn’t sit well with everyone, especially loners like you, who preferred to navigate the chaos without attachments.

Ironically, that aloofness was one of the many reasons Thanos found himself drawn to you.

In the early days on the island, Thanos made no effort to reveal his interest. If anything, he mirrored your indifference, matching your cold detachment with his own. But when you began spending time with Myung-gi, the dynamic shifted. Thanos hadn’t expected it, nor did he like it. Watching you bond with someone else left a bitter taste in his mouth, awakening a tension he couldn’t ignore. The loner mindset had been his strategy for survival—a simple equation: fewer people, fewer complications. But your presence complicated everything, especially when it came to your effortlessly beautiful face, which he found himself stealing glances at far too often.

It didn’t take long for his resolve to crack.

Thanos had made himself a promise: to keep his distance, to ignore you as you ignored him. But that promise shattered the moment Nam-Gyu let slip a confession Thanos had sworn him to secrecy about. That little fucker, Thanos thought bitterly, though his anger was tempered by necessity—he needed Nam-Gyu to survive. Yet, when the truth reached you, it unraveled him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

Instead of drawing you closer, the revelation pushed you further away. Your avoidance became more deliberate, more pronounced than ever before. It stung more than Thanos cared to admit. For the first time in a long time, he was unprepared—for your reaction, for the way it tightened a knot of frustration and longing deep inside him.

Which only added more tension between the two of you.

The final games loomed, a trial where survival would demand more than just cunning—it called for a kind of ruthless cleansing. Thanos knew, without hesitation, that when the moment came, he’d be the first to grab your hand and shield you. Even if it meant overreacting, even if it jeopardized his own chances, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Certainly not to Myung-gi, if it came down to that.

“You know...” he murmured late that night, his voice low and almost hesitant. Your back was turned to him, your body stiff on the thin mattress. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, couldn’t even steal a glance. Not after everything. The weight of his breath lingered against the back of your neck, and you flinched slightly, betraying your nerves. His presence, so close and unyielding, was suffocating yet magnetic.

“Tomorrow is... big,” he continued, his words faltering as his gaze shifted across the dimly lit dormitory. For a moment, his eyes locked on Player 333, who sat sharpening a weapon in the corner—a stark reminder of the danger waiting ahead. Thanos clenched his jaw, then turned his focus back to you.

“If we’re not careful...” he trailed off, his voice softening, almost breaking. “Who knows if I’ll ever get to see your beautiful face again?”He exhaled sharply, frustrated with himself, as if admitting even that much was a risk. “I know it’s—” 

Your head snapped toward him, your brows furrowing into a glare sharp enough to cut through the tension between you. For a moment, silence hung in the air, charged and heavy. Then, your voice broke it, calm yet biting. “If you keep this up, you might be the one ending up with a bullet in the face,” you said, your tone so nonchalant it bordered on cute—a contrast that left Thanos momentarily stunned. He blinked, almost scoffing in disbelief, one hand pressing dramatically against his chest.

“Ouch,” he drawled, his lips curling into a grin. “I’m hurt, sweetheart.”

Your eyes narrowed into daggers. “Do. Not. Call me sweetheart.”

Before you could say more, Nam-Gyu chimed in from his corner, a mischievous smirk playing on his face. “I bet she’s in love,” he teased, his words practically dripping with mockery.

Thanos’s cocky grin widened at that, his eyes gleaming with a maddening mix of pride and amusement. The sheer arrogance in his expression made your fingers twitch, itching to slap that smug look right off his face. But instead, you gave him one final glare—a death wish in your eyes, though to Thanos, it looked like the beginning of a love story.

“I bet she is,” he echoed, his voice soft but certain, the words carrying a weight of truth that made your chest tighten. He didn’t try to stop you as you turned and walked away, but his gaze lingered, following every step you took. Oh, how you had him wrapped around your finger without even realizing it. A wimp for you, and you alone.

Myung-gi: 

Everyone knew who Player 333 was—you included. Unlike many in this room who were desperate to claw their way out of debt, you knew Myung-gi only by name. You’d heard the rumors: how he’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant, how his past was littered with mistakes and secrets. But something in you—a stubborn spark of hope, perhaps—whispered that he wasn’t as bad as everyone wanted him to be. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than the stories let on.

Myung-gi had noticed you, though. He’d seen the way you were with Jun-hee—the way your smile seemed to ease her fears, how your arms would wrap gently around her petite frame after every game, grounding her, giving her the space to breathe. The quiet strength and warmth you brought to her felt almost unreal, a motherly presence in a place devoid of comfort.

It was that tenderness, that undeniable light, that struck him like a blow to the chest.

Myung-gi was in love.

And he hated every single moment of it.

Why? Because he knew himself. He knew what he’d done to Jun-hee—how he’d left her while she was pregnant with his child, drowning in debt and fear. He’d been a coward, an asshole, and he knew it. That self-loathing festered, a constant reminder of his failures. And yet, it was exactly why he didn’t expect you to see him as anything other than the man he despised.

But fate had other plans.

Your first real interaction with him came after he saved you—something neither of you had anticipated.

It happened during the Bathroom games, where survival left no room for personal grudges. Confronting Thanos wasn’t at the forefront of Myung-gi’s mind, but then he heard it—your name, slipping from Thanos’s lips with such filth that it ignited a rage Myung-gi didn’t know he was capable of.

Everyone knew your past as an escort within the crypto community. Your name wasn’t hard to find, whispered in private conversations and occasionally tied to scandalous wallets. But Myung-gi knew better than to judge. Still, hearing Thanos—the retired rapper—speak of you like that, as though you were nothing more than a commodity, was the last straw.

“She was good for a foreigner. Not many—”

That was as far as Thanos got before Myung-gi’s fist collided with his jaw, cutting him off mid-sentence. The sickening crack of impact echoed through the grimy bathroom, followed by a faint splatter of blood. Myung-gi emerged from the stall alive but seething, his knuckles raw and his breath ragged. As he stepped out, his gaze immediately locked with yours. Jun-hee stood beside you, clinging to your arm for reassurance, but the look on your face was unreadable—a mix of surprise, understanding, and something softer.

A small, almost imperceptible smile crept across Myung-gi’s lips.

In that moment, he made a silent promise: no matter what it took, he’d make sure both of you got out of this alive.

Dae-ho: 

Dae-ho never believed in love at first sight. With everything he’d endured in his life—the trials, the sacrifices, the relentless pursuit of strength—he saw himself as a knight in shining armor, bound by duty but never destined for romance. That belief held firm until he met you.

It happened during the Carousel game. Like In-ho, he’d noticed you before—your stoic demeanor during Green Light, Red Light had left him quietly impressed. The way you moved, swift yet calculated, managing to evade the statue’s unrelenting gaze with precision, was nothing short of remarkable. It was then that something shifted in him. Against all reason, Dae-ho found himself believing in love at first sight.

At first, he thought he was imagining it. He even considered pinching himself, blinking twice to dispel the notion. But the feeling persisted, undeniable and maddening. It wasn’t until later, when you tended to his wounds after one of the brutal games, that he finally saw you up close—and the full weight of your beauty struck him like a blow. Your lashes fluttered delicately as you focused on your task, your fingers gentle but firm as you dabbed rubbing alcohol onto his injuries. He hissed at the sting, his lips parting in a soft groan of pain.

“Be still, please,” you murmured, your tone calm but commanding. Something about the way you said it—the quiet strength in your voice—silenced his protests. He nodded, his muscles relaxing under your care, though the tension in his chest was harder to soothe.

For the first time, Dae-ho felt vulnerable—not because of his wounds, but because of you.

“You know…” His voice was low, almost hesitant, but there was a softness to it that made you pause. You could’ve sworn his lips curved into the faintest smile. “I never would’ve thought I’d see you like this—healing me. Back at the Carousel, I swore to myself I’d keep you close, that we’d find the door as quickly as anyone else. But then… the next thing I knew, Thanos had taken you before I could…”

He trailed off, his words tinged with shame. The vulnerability in his voice made you glance up at him, your fingers stilling as you finished securing the bandage. His eyes widened at your sudden attention, and he immediately began to stammer.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

You interrupted him with a soft sigh, sliding the remaining bandage back into your pocket. “Don’t apologize. We just weren’t lucky, that’s all. I wanted to prove to myself that I could handle it—that I wasn’t just someone who had to count on others.” Your gaze softened as you added, almost reluctantly, “But… I have to admit, not having you there in that room—it was horrible.”

Your quiet confession was enough to undo him. Without a word, Dae-ho wrapped his arms around you, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at his wounds. Still, he didn’t let go. His embrace was warm, protective, and when he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, it felt like a promise.

“Nevertheless,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet reassurance, “I’m just glad we made it through. That you’re here with me.” His lips quirked into a small grin as he added, with a teasing lilt, “And that I get to cuddle with you for another night.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, the tension between you easing for a moment. For now, at least, you both had each other.

Gi-hun: 

Unlike the others, you weren’t a player. But you knew Gi-hun from the previous game he was in. He was so certain you had died right in front of his eyes back then that when he saw the mask ripped off your face—revealing you as one of the Guards—his shock was palpable. Another Guard had been taken hostage by the remaining candidates, and though you could have cursed every word that came to mind, you found yourself frozen, your voice stolen by the chaos.

In-ho was the first to recognize you. He knew you were on shift at this hour, but what he hadn’t expected was the look of sheer horror that crossed Gi-hun’s face when your name escaped his lips.

“Y/N...?” Gi-hun’s voice trembled, disbelief heavy in the air as though he was trying to confirm he wasn’t dreaming.

“You know them?” one of the players sneered, their stolen gun now aimed squarely at Gi-hun. Bodies of your co-workers—faces you barely had time to register—lay scattered across the floor, lifeless, just feet away. The metallic tang of blood filled the air.

But this time, Gi-hun wasn’t about to let anyone lay a finger on you. He remembered the vow you both had made:

"We belong to each other. And I will get you home."

With those words etched into his resolve, Gi-hun made his move. Chaos erupted as the gun exchanged hands, bullets flying. The air was filled with deafening roars of defiance and the sickening splatter of blood.

In the end, In-ho stood back, his heart cold and unyielding, as he watched Gi-hun fall. The final shot rang out, and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Blood speckled your cheek, and you stared in stunned silence at the empty shell of a man you had once loved.

From the shadows, a familiar voice cut through the carnage, low and mocking.

“Welcome back home, love.”

You turned toward the source, and there he was Gi-hun—his gruesome smile sending chills down your spine.

[chuulyssa]

── ★ the one bed trope™ with the squid game men

teaser the guards cleared out too many beds after the last game, assuming there are far fewer survivors than expected. so when your group stumbles into the dormitory, you realize the horrible truth: there’s only one bed for every two players, and your bed is missing!

starring inho gihun (drabbles) & daeho sangwoo ali (hcs) x gn!reader genre fluff fluff all fluff, some nightmares, some crack

a/n wasnt gonna watch s2 but then i saw the lee byunghyun edits and sjsjs theres only few chars here because i havent watched the whole season :( i dont think ill be watching the whole thing any time soon, jus waiting for s3 to drop before watching it all together

inho / youngil / the frontman / 001

youngil stared at the guards while you stared at the bed in front of you. it looked stiff and scratchy, and barely wide enough for one person, let alone two.

“we can share. i don’t mind,” he had said to you, though he had looked tense as well. he sat on the bed, allowing you to scoot over. he laid as close to the edge of the cot as possible.

“oh, it won’t be necessary.”

“well, what other choice do you have?”

you sighed and nodded, awkwardly laying down next to him on the bed. as your shoulders touched each other, he relaxed visibly, though he was still lying on the edge, and that scared you a little.

“stop lying on the edge like that. you’ll fall off,” you warned.

“i’m fine,” he mumbled, staring right up at the ceiling. you kept looking at him, not minding the three times he had glanced your way pointedly at all. “don’t stare.”

“hm, why not?”

“it makes me feel strange,” he said simply.

you nodded, your hands instinctively reaching to your arms to shield yourself from the cold. there was only one blanket with only one bed after all. next thing you knew, you felt the blanket being nudged towards you by youngil’s foot.

“i saw that; it’s not very subtle, you know.”

“what’s not very subtle?” he asked innocently. then he shifted his body closer to yours. “it’s not because of you, okay?” he muttered quietly. “i just didn’t feel like falling off.”

“are you asking for cuddles now?” you snickered.

“no,” he replied gruffly, though his eyes softened slightly at the sound of your silent laughter.

“nuh uh, i think you’re cold as well,” you lifted the blanket up to accommodate him as well. you then glanced at him expectantly. he hesitated for a moment before slipping under the blanket, taking the moment to tightly grasp your hand. you smiled, resting your head above his shoulder on the shared pillow.

you woke up in the middle of the night to find him softly murmuring your name in his sleep. he looked peaceful, beautifully so. you brushed your hand on his chest to wrap it around him, and felt him waking up as well.

“hush, go back to sleep,” you whispered to him, and he raised an eyebrow at nothing in particular. his eyes were still closed. then he let out a tiny giggle and tightened his grip on your hands.

the guards executed this one perfectly, right as per orders from the frontman; hwang inho will make sure to reward them later, but for now he’d rather stay in this shared bed with you by his side.

seong gihun / 456

“i guess it can’t be helped then,” gihun said simply, sitting you down on his bed and pulling the covers over you. “sorry if i snore by the way.”

“what do you mean? where will you be sleeping?”

“on the floor, of course.”

“no, you’re not,” you shook your head, patting the empty space beside you. “i still have some place left here for someone.”

“oh, then let me find someone who can’t find a partn—”

you pulled the man down onto the bed, his face crashing against the pillow. throwing the covers over him as well, you turned to face him, muttering, “you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed.”

“no, uhm, what if i hog the blanket? that would be unpleasant—”

“i can live with that.”

gihun blinked rapidly. “i don’t think i should be sleeping. what if someone attacks?”

“relax, they’re keeping watch.”

“i think i should keep watch with them,” gihun gulped at your proximity.

“well, i don’t. and you need sleep; have you seen yourself?” you laughed.

gihun beamed at the sound. “then how about I tell you a story?”

“a story?”

“yeah, to make you happy.”

“why though?” you said tiredly.

“to make you laugh. i like seeing you laugh,” he said genuinely, and you nodded in response. his eyes lit up and he began, “so there was this one cow, and it had a baby cat—”

…

“gihun?”

he snored.

“gihun!”

he snored again.

did he really fall asleep mid-sentence? you sighed, shaking your head before snuggling up to him. he unconsciously draped an arm over you in his sleep.

throughout the night, he kept tossing and turning, before—

smack !

you clutched your face where gihun’s hand had just made contact. before letting out the loud cuss you wanted to, you peeked over to see if he was asleep. and sure enough, if the snores hadn’t let it be known earlier, then the closed eyes did.

“this dumbass,” you muttered, nuzzling your face into his side.

but what could you do either way? if you complained, he’d be mortified and force you to switch places, and you’d lose a chance to cuddle with him. so you instead figured the occasional smacking would be worth being the first person to see his hair sticking out in every direction with his sheepish grin in the morning.

a/n: i’ve only got hcs for the others; sorry guys i prefer my old men inho and gihun :P

daeho / 388

he insists on taking the less comfortable side of the bed

even if that meant he barely has any space MY GNELTMAN

at some point his hand will brush yours (because its an ff duh) and he’ll get all startled like :O

but he won’t move away because he decides he likes it

we all know the trauma this man carries :( so don’t be surprised when his grip on your hand loosens in the middle of the night and his face scrunches up because he’s having a nightmare

just please cuddle with him :(( he’ll try to play it off like it’s nothing but know better!

when you quietly offer comfort, his defenses will crumble, and he’ll whisper a quiet thank you to you

in the morning he’ll wake up before you and realize just how close the two of you are.

he’s been bearhugging you in his sleep and you’re reciprocating it? hes so confused like ??????? do you wanna get choked or sum yes you do

he’ll just quietly stare at you as if he’s in a daze. he’s got that lovesick smile and all, just silently looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen you are

he just as silently fixes the blanket on you because he wants to offer as much comfort as you did last night to him

then he’ll gently apologize to you for disturbing you, smiling to himself when you grumble in your sleep

sangwoo / 218

this little shit

he’ll pretend not to care about you or about the bed or about the entire situation at all

but you can see how he tries to be as subtle as possible when adjusting the pillow under your head to make sure you’re comfortable

you’re practically begging him to accept his feelings atp but this man is a menace

as soon as he saw the one bed he started calculating how much space you’ll take and how much he’ll get

if you shift closer in your sleep he’ll freeze for a moment but he won’t pull away

if you move a lot in your sleep he won’t say anything just yet

but expect to be bombarded with complaints when you wake up in the morning

he watches you out of the corner of his eye, something he describes as “just trying to protect you” by “keeping watch” but you know he’s just dazzled by your beauty who isnt

he’ll lie awake for a while staring up at that huge piggy bank that his future lies in, and he knows he can’t love you like he wants to, but he hopes that just this once his brain will accept what his heart feels

when the sunlight hits his face in the morning, he’ll look so peaceful that it makes even ali question his mood

all the while gihun is just staring in horror at sangwoo like he got some puss

ali / 199

THE POOKIEST POOKIE

he’s so shy UGH i jus wanna gobble him up sjsjsjkgnskjn

but he can’t help smiling softly when he realizes how comfortable you seem to be around him

he’ll offer to sleep on the cold hard floor and insists you take the blanket for yourself, but duh you don’t allow that

so with a grin on his face he lies down next to you

he asks you if you need more space at least 10 times, he’s that nervous

the blanket stays on you though, he can’t risk you feeling cold or uncomfy because of him GNELTMENANN

he’ll stay awake if you want someone to talk to, or to make sure you’re warm enough, or even just to admire you

but if you don’t want that, he’ll pull an aurora and fall asleep so quickly you don’t even realize it

his hand stays brushing against yours under the blanket though, and you feel so warm and fuzzy next to him

he’s a snuggler, so there’ll be times where he’ll shift very close to you in his sleep, not realizing the hand he’s keeping on your waist or the head he’s resting on your chest

someone points it out in the morning and he’s so flustered he apologizes profusely even though you keep telling him you didn’t mind it all

definitely says something like “i slept with you, remember?” because he doesn’t realize it’s an innuendo

© chuulyssa 2025 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[vrystalius]

Not saying “I love you“ back to the Squid game men.

How will they react if you don‘t say it back? In what scenario would they not say it back to you?

Pairing: The Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x gn!reader

Summary: Them not saying “I love you“, their reaction to you not saying “I love you“

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of angst sprinkled on top

(Pre-Squid game)

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Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It barely ever happens, really. He adores everything about you, from your face, voice, body and the ground you walk on; that man is ready to worship you like a devoted follower would to the most merciful goddess. Therefor he would always be aware of how to make your day a little better, even if it‘s just a small “I love you” or a gentle kiss here and there.

The first thing you hear from him in the morning is a groggy voice mumbling a small “Good morning love...” into your ear while warm kisses were trailed down your back.

While standing in the kitchen and searching the fridge for any signs of a tasty breakfast, a small “I love you, I‘ll be back later!“ would echo slightly through the apartment as the front door closed.

Once, he did forget to say his usual I love you on the way out. He thought about how he possibly could forget? You‘re probably overthinking everything now and think what you might‘ve done wrong or do to offend him. You didn‘t, though! He was just too caught up in perfecting his appearance because his damn hair refused to obey and submit to his meticulous styling.

The poor man was almost scared to come home. As some sort of peace offering, he bought some of your favorite take-out food alongside some dessert, flowers and a new bracelet he thought you might like. Anything to try and make you know that he does really love you.

“Apologies, it completely slipped my mind. It will never happen again my sunshine. I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

His face may be neutral and his expressions calculated but his features soften up immensely when you show even an ounce of affection. His smirk shifts into a dreamy smile, the crinkles around his mouth shifting and becoming bigger, his eyes twinkling just a little. He just can’t suppress when you even look at him.

Your kisses and words energise him, gift him life, so whenever you don’t give him that little boost of dopamine, he gets visibly more tense in a way.

The silence that followed after his usual “I love you my darling, I’ll be back later!” was almost eerie to him. He stuck his head back into the kitchen to check if you even heard him. You glanced back at him for a moment and gave your husband a dismissive head nod. So you did hear him?

Silently, he left the apartment and went on with his usual day during that time of the year. For some reason, today he is especially looking forward to slap his elders for loosing a damn children’s game. His face remained neutral and had his usual smirk on his face, but deep inside, he’s offended, confused, worried, stressed; all the negative emotions someone can feel after their spouse doesn’t reincorporate ones affection.

Do you want a divorce? Because hell no, he’d never let you go no matter how hard you

But once he got a little text message on his phone that read a simple: “Need cuddles in bed later pls. Got some snacks too. Love you.”, all of his worries washed away in an instant. You probably were still too sleepy to answer this morning.

A smile spread over his face as he thought about slipping into your arms tonight. Isn’t it ridiculous how he melt like putty in your hands?

“You forgot something this morning and it did worry me a lot. But it doesn’t matter, it’s silly anyway.”

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s actually quite rare to hear Thanos say “I love you” word for word. He still feels awkward committing himself to the relationship you have and those three magic words feel so heavy on his tongue, so he’ll rephrase them to suit his level of comfort. “Love ya”, “Thanos loves you” and “Me too” are his ways to dodge the action to reincorporate those sweets words you shower him with.

Thanos only really says “I love you” if you two are alone, sober and you holding him in your arms. To be cradled by someone he admires, cares and loves so much makes him want to cry for some reason, but he suppresses those emotions and instead buries his face in your shoulder as your hand soothingly runs up and down his back.

Those are the times you hear a small “I love you…” being mumbled against your warm skin.

So quiet it’s almost unnoticeable, yet it was there. You know Su-bong needs time to get used to everything, so you’ll settle with a small audio message-rap in reply to your usual “I love you” text message.

“Back to the kitty ‘cause she kinda pretty, I can’t stop looking at her ti- ti- ti-face.. Anyways, thinking of you babygirl. Iloveyatoo.” (You barely caught him saying this the way how quietly he mumbled it into the mic)

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

It’s fine. It’s cool. You don’t have to reassure him every day that you love him, it’s totally fine. You still love him like you did the day before.

It causes a deep panic inside of Thanos when you don’t give him his usual “I love you” text in the morning after he had woken up. He kept checking his phone like a madman, while he was brushing his teeth, peeking his arm and head out of the shower in the middle of shampooing, staring at his text messages while microwaving himself an convenience store meal. Nothing.

Not wanting to reach out first and appear clingy, he decided to write you like he is not having a full blown eternal panic attack. A small voice message here, a picture of his food there, a selfie from the bottom to show off his double chin, anything really.

You replied like normal but still, his eyes searched for the three key words. I. Love. You.

Thanos doesn’t want to admit to himself or to anyone for that matter that your calls, texts, hell, you coming over is like the most addictive drug to him. And he had his share of all kinds of colourful drugs.

His foot was nervously tapping the ground while his finger kept ringing your poor doorbell until you were forced to answer. He gave you a close look up and down, his lips formed into a pout of sorts.

“You okay? You didn’t text me you love me this morning. It’s totally cool and all but like… do you want to break up with me or something?”

Nam-gyu // Player 124

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Similar to Thanos, at first, Nam-gyu barely ever told you how much he loved you, liked you even. He just assumed you already knew and his actions were enough. A small side hug there and ruffling your hair here had to be enough for the rest of the week anyway.

He is guarded, afraid of commitment and to be frank in belief that you’re using him for the longest of time. Maybe you’re just “dating” him to get access to high-end drugs, all kinds of clubs or whatever else reason there is there to date him but for love.

You had to say those three magic words first for him to get comfortable with the thought that you are actually just want to date and love him. It came to him in the middle of a night shift at a random club he was supposed to promote. A moment of enlightenment.

Nam-gyu hid in a bathroom stall with his phone and ignored whatever the couple was doing next door, writing you a whole paragraph about what he was thinking, feeling, before deleting everything again because he thought he’d come off as some kind of pussy if he’d sent that.

His first time telling you how much he loved you was at your place. A casual evening watching some random movie you picked out while being arms deep in a bag of chips and dressed like a homeless person, Nam-gyu was staring up at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the universe even during this ungraceful moment of yours, admiring you in silence until finally…

“I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Did he fuck up again? Do or say something wrong? Don’t you love him anymore? Was there someone else?? His thoughts go ballistic as he stared at the screen of his phone with a deadpan-expression, trying to shake the crippling fear and nervousness off while looking nonchalant.

Nam-gyu’s finger kept hovering over the call button to check on you in case something happened because there could be a whole other person talking to him by how there were no affirmations at all.

He doesn’t want to appear clingy or too attached to you as that may scare you off or even disgust you, so Nam-gyu’s casually mention that one time you didn’t say “I love you” while fidgeting with his ring, trying to appear indifferent about it while intensely watching your facial expression shift to try and detect if you’re lying about your reasoning or not.

Your boyfriend is afraid to not be good enough, too much, too little. Your little affirmations give him reassurance, every day a little more until he’s full convinced that you do really, really love him.

“Hey, uhhh. Did you forget anything today?… No? You sure? Mkay.”

Dae-ho // Player 388

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Never happens. Either he is dead and not able to reply to you or already said it multiple times throughout the day. Dae-ho has separation anxiety and gets nervous when he doesn’t have you in line of his sight or not around him in general, that’s why he always tells you how much he loves you whenever he can.

Off to the bathroom? I love you. Bringing the trash out? I love you. Getting dressed? You’re gorgeous and I love you. You could be simply existing and Dae-ho would bury his face in your neck and mumble a soft I love you into your warm skin, his lips planting a soft kiss here and there.

Dae-ho is just a little scared about saying his usual affirmation in front of his family, mostly his father. He’s a very affectionate and physical man but he still wants to look like the tough-marine-son his dad wants to see.

His sisters know better though, they see how their brother’s eyes twinkle in delight when you help his mom out in the kitchen with the dinner.

He does make it up to you after coming home though. Your boyfriend will stuff the leftovers his mom gave him into the microwave and usher to you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he makes some preparations to completely pamper you for the rest of the evening.

Sometimes Dae-ho’ll even try to flirt a little but he’s still a little awkward in that department.

“Hey, do you want some snacks with that? A drink? O-Or am I enough of a snack…?”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Every time Dae-ho tells you that he loves you, you always reply with equal enthusiasm. How could you not? That golden retriever of a man gets that almost childish smile of his whenever you kiss his cheek or just tell him that he looks handsome today.

Once, you tested how he’d react when you don’t give him his hourly dose of dopamine by deflecting or ignoring his touches.

As his arms securely snaked around your waist and gently pulled you against his torso, you paid him no mind and continued to stir the ramen in the food container. He watched the noodles move in circles and gave your waist a gentle poke, trying to pull your attention to him. Dae-ho’s eyes slowly dimmed and the edges of his smile turned downwards.

The silence made him seriously nervous. You could feel his rapidly increasing heartbeat drum against your back.

“Hey… is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. Can you talk to me?…”

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Gi-hun always reassures you of his love, even during arguments. He wants you to know that he cherishes and loves you for the rest of his life and that you are his everything. Whenever he doesn’t say I love you, something must’ve happened.

He has been missing for a whole week and you had no idea where your boyfriend went. Gi-hun didn’t leave a note, a voice mail, no nothing!

And after he returned and suddenly began giving you expensive gifts, the same boyfriend that used to ask you for money to get himself an convenience store dinner, now began buying you new headphones, bracelet and whatever else you even eyed.

It was nice, sure, but you were more worried about his mental state. He was paranoid and quiet, kept checking his whole body for some kind of tracker and barely ever spoke what was on his mind. Gi-hun began having panic attacks and you were barely able to leave his side because of how terrified he was to leave you alone.

He barely touched you, gave you kisses or affection. He changed after whatever happened during that week he went missing.

While running your fingers through his hair, trying to make him fall asleep after being awake for two days straight, he sleepily stared up at you through his dyed-red hair. His voice was quiet, broken almost.

“I’m sorry. Please… know that I love you. I love you so much.. Don’t leave me, please… please...”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

Your boyfriend called out to you but you didn’t quite hear what he said, so you replied with an “yeah!” and just hoped that that’s an appropriate response to whatever he tried to tell or ask you. It wasn’t.

Gi-hun stood there for a couple of moments, waiting on your reply to yelling “I love you!” across the whole apartment. When nothing came, he didn’t call out to you again. You were probably busy with something or don’t want him with your right now, he gets that.

Later though, thoughts of self-doubt began to cook up inside his mind. As he bit all his nails to shreds he overthought about how you had enough of him now. Maybe you are falling out of love now after how the death games fucked up his mind and body. You’re surely fed up with his paranoia and secretive behaviour, how much he has been obsession over finding a weird salesman. Surely.

The metallic taste that spread inside his mouth after biting the skin surrounding his nails began to open and bleed finally pulled Gi-hun out of his self-destructive thoughts that continued to circle like a toy train. Picking up his throwaway phone and choosing the one contact he saved on every single burner phone he had as “Reason to smile ❤️” and pressing the call button.

“Gi-hun? What’s wrong?” Your voice forced a small smile to form on his face. He hesitated

“Hey. Just wanted to ask if I should bring some take out home tonight. That’s all.”

In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s purely just to tease you. When bored, In-ho will make you his greatest entertainment.

He likes making you annoyed and flustered, so he’ll intentionally ignore you just to make you react and pout at him adorably while he was trying so hard to keep his stone cold face and not break into a shit-eating grin and maybe even pull on your cheek to make you whine even more.

In-ho adores your whole being and cherishes all of your affections, so he’ll let himself get showered in them any tome he can.

Expect you to he cuddled up on his lap while he was leaning back in the leather chair, mumbling a complaint about how you covered his whole face in kisses but managed to miss the bridge of his nose. He will not allow you to move off his lap until you covered his whole face in kisses again as compensation for that mistake of yours.

So, In-ho’ll intentionally not give you affection so you pay even more attention to him. He is like a cat in that way weirdly enough.

Once you finally break his facade, the flood gates will open and you will be showered, bathed, drowned in his affection, physical and verbal.

“Fine. I’ll say it just because you’ve been so good to me today. I love you, my dearest, lovely darling.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

In-ho has a dedicated frequency on his walkie-talkie for you, so he can call in and ask you to come to his office for a kiss that cannot wait, to inform you that he is in the bedroom and retiring for the day or just to tell you that he loves you randomly throughout the day.

Of course, you’d always reply back with your own gadget, but to pay back his infinite teasing he has done to you, you decided to ignore him the way he sometimes does to you. Payback.

Your husband called into your frequency. “Dove, are you free right now? Come to my office, I miss you.” and so your game begins. You simply ignored his request and continued getting comfortable in your bed and all the sheets surrounding you, grinning to yourself as you awaited the next time In-ho calls in again, for which you don’t have to wait long for.

“Darling, I am waiting. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” Your grin widened as you heard how impatient he was slowly getting with the lack of your response. “I can see you in the bedroom.” That one caught you off guard. Did he install cameras in your shared bedroom??

Almost on cue, your bedroom door opened, revealing the masked Frontman. His shoulders were tense and you could feel his intense state through the mask. You stared back, not expecting how quickly your husband would cave in and visit you himself. Innocently, you batted your lashes at him.

In-ho slipped his mask off and carelessly tossed it on the nightstand. “Why are you ignoring me? Are you upset or just moody?” Unimpressed, you silently glared at him. He gave you an equally uninterested look and leaned down to your face to give you a small peck on your cheek. “Not enough. More.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as his lips cracked into a smile.

“Demanding, aren’t we? Fine. As you wish.”

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Watch me announce that I’m going to post In-ho’s yandere profile and proceed to get hit with the most ungodly group-assignment in Chemistry. Anyways, take this as an apology! Had to write a little fluff for them since the only thing I’m finding is smut 🙏😭 I’m not complaining but this fluff prompt came to me like a truck during a class of mine. It was originally inspired by this post and I made a similar one before for the Demon Slayer hashira. Check it out if you’re interested!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[slut4megantheestallion]

˚ ⋆ .Squid Game characters x Flirty!reader Headcannons

˖⁺‧₊ ˚✧Hc squid game characters with a flirty reader.˚ ⋆

Character: Thanos, Myung-gi, Gi-hun, in-ho, jun-ho, Sae-byeok, dae-ho.

-Thanos (Choi su-bong)

● If you flirt with him, oh, he's gonna flirt with you back, and he's not gonna stop. He'll flirt right back, one-upping up your flirty comments with exaggerated gestures. He'll say some corny shit like, "Is it getting hot in here, or is it just you, senorita?" He teases. He loves attention and knows how to turn it into a game.

●He'll randomly just start rapping just for you, making sure the attention is all on you. "Yeah, she's so fine, no need to pretend, got me rapping for her, again and again," he'd rap while laughing.

● Thanos loves when you react with his flirty antics, and he'll keep pushing boundaries. He thrives on attention and will keep making bold moves to keep your attention on him. He's not subtle with it he'll always make sure you know he's interested, even if it's a bit obnoxious.

● He might be playful and goofy and making jokes. He's really stubborn if you play hard to get. He'll keep coming at you, pushing your buttons just to see how you'll react. He just loves the chase.

-Myung-Gi

●Myung-gi isn't the type to outwardly flirt back, but he'll notice you more than anyone else. If you flirt with him, he'll most likely respond with a long, intense gaze, his expression unreadable. He doesn't get flustered, but he's intrigued by your flirty personality and the attention.

● if you continue to flirt with him, his responses would be quiet and calculated. "You seem different." He might say showing interest he isn't loud or bold he just wants to keep things mysterious and make you wonder if he's truly interested

● he's the type to observe before making any moves. He wouks keep you on your toes with his silent and subtle actions. While he's not overt with his affections,he'll make an effort to be around you more often, taking mental notes of your reactions

●He's not going to say to much outright, but if he's drawn to you, he might offer small, thoughtful comments like, "You stand out among the rest." Or someone that feels cryptic yet genuine.

-Gi-hun

●Gi-hun would likely be nervous and awkwardly if you flirt with him, especially in such a dangerous environment. He'd provide laugh nervously, unsure how to rest, "Uhh... thanks?" Hell say, completely unsure of how to handle the attention.

● Despite his awkwardness, gi-hun would be genuine in his responses. If you continue flirting with him, he might get more comfortable, offering sweet but clumsy compliments. "You really think I'm.. worth your time?" He might ask, unsure of himself but flattered.

● as he grows more comfortable with you, he might begin to flirt back with his own goofy charm. "I'm not the best guy, but I'm glad you're giving a chance," he might say, trying to make you smile.

● His flirtation might be quiet but sincere. He might offer to help you with something or share food, showing affection in ways that aren't loud but are deeply caring.

-In-ho

●In-ho, is always in control. He's never caught off guard, and he'll never be overwhelmed by flirtation. If you flirt with him, his response will be calm and composed, and even a little cryptic. He honestly finds the flirty tension a game.

●He might use his flirting to keep you intrigued, but it's all a part of his bigger plan. He'll charm you, only to make you feel like you're in his grasp. "You don't realize how much power you have, do you?" He might say while gently manipulating the conversation.

●He won't overtly show interest, but you can tell he enjoys having your attention. He might drop hints about how you're a valuable player in the game, subtly praising your actions, all while keeping you at arm's length, maintaining the upper hand.

●He won't hesitate to make the flirtation feel dangerous, and if it's playful, it's always with an undertone of power and control. He might enjoy the chase, but he's always thinking one step ahead.

-Hwang jun-ho

●Honestly the flirtation might catch him off guard. He's not used to attention being drawn to him in that way, so he might act a little surprised. "Why are you flirting with me in a place like this?" He asks, trying to stay focused.

●Despite his initial surprise, he would still be protective. He would probably respond to your flirtation by trying to shield you from danger in submitting ways.

●His flirtation would be hesitant at first, but over time, if you show genuine interest, he might soften, but he'd still have his guard up.

● if you continue to flirt with him, you might find that hwang jun-ho shows his affection through small acts of kindness, like bringing you someone to eat or standing up for you when others threaten you. He may not say much, but his actions would speak volumes.

-Dae-ho

●When you flirt with him, it throws him off. He responds politely at first, thinking you're just teasing. "Persistent, aren't you?" He says with a small smile.

●your playful remarks or brushing against him make him freeze for a second, followed by a subtle blush. He clears his throat and tries to redirect the focus, but his stiff posture gives him away.

●He's fiercely protective of you, standing close in dangerous situations or subtly moving between you and others. If someone flirts with you he won't confront them directly but will watch them with a quiet intensity.

●Over time, he starts to enjoy our teasing, responding with calm, understated flirtation that catches you off guard. "If you're trying to distract me it's working."

●In quieter times, he softens, showing affection through small but meaningful gestures-offering you food, ensuring you rest, standing watch.

●Dae-ho is so cute, loyal, and protective, making you feel deeply cherished even without grand gestures. His calm demeanor compliments your playful energy.

-Sae-byeok

● if you flirt with Sae-byeok, she'll probably be taken off guard. She's not used to receiving attention in such a forward way.

● Sae-byeok might get sarcastic with her responses, trying to deflect the flirtation. She'd tease you, turning the tables to see how you respond. "If you think I'm impressed by yourcharm, you're wrong." She says, but you'll know it's half-joking.

●Though Sae-byeok's hard to crack, the more you flirt with her, the more she starts to soften, though she'll never admit it. If you show genuine interest, she might get a little less cold over time, even if she'll always keep up her tough exterior.

●After a while,Sae-byeok may surprise you with moments of quiet affection- like a unexpected compliment or a protective gesture when you need it. Her flirting is more subtle, but when she does show her interest in you, it'll be in an unexpected but meaningful way.

[maliyuhh]

I’ll never forgive them for taking his hobo looking hair.

I would’ve let him slurp out kiwis from my asshole.

[nadloves]

My Favorite Squid Game Fanfict

Cho sang woo

Dating headcanons

Million dollar man

Sad girl

More than anything.

Front man/Hwang In ho

Round and round

Playing dangerous , do you think you’d kill for me, one day? , ultraviolence , shades of cool , pretty when you cry

Crossroads

Hey, brother

“the rebellion”

“too sweet for me”

“love is a losing game”

“once smitten”

Kang dae ho

My good looking boy

The kind of guy (headcanons)

Our cafe in jeju

A Welcome Distraction , We're okay

Fool in love

Resurface

A dept to the heart

Salesman

The kind of guy (headcanons)

Me & my husband

100 loaves of bread.

Hwang Jun ho

headcanons

a partner’s wrath

Hey, brother

[truefandemonium]

“I’m fucked.” 🎀

[voxslays]

BREEDING — HWANG IN-HO

WARNINGS: Soft In-ho, slightly OOC, mentions of sex, pregnancy, the baby is a boy (for plot reasons), Breeding kink. A/N: I am eating, sleeping, and breathing squid games rn. It’s in my blood stream. Please give me more ideas y’all.

ꨄ After the loss of his first wife and unborn child, In-ho was completely destroyed. He thought he would never find love or have the chance to have a child of his own again…until he met you.

ꨄ While you probably fell first, In-ho would fall harder. Someone who sees a different side of him? Someone who isn’t a cold-blooded killer? He is completely whipped.

ꨄ You probably met outside the games, having no idea what your lover does for work—which he wants to stay that way…kind of. While In-ho doesn’t want you involved in his work at all, you deserve to know the truth, right?

ꨄ Will eventually tell you the truth, and couldn’t be happier when you accept him anyways. He vows to never show you the cold heartless frontman he has to be for the games.

ꨄ Once the two of you are married, In-ho goes crazy for your body. I mean you two had sex before marriage…but now? Man, he absolutely worships your body, as if you’re a goddess.

ꨄ In-ho fucks his cum into you, making sure not to waste a precious drop. He wants it to take after all. Will tell you how beautiful you would look carrying his children while he pounds into you.

ꨄ Really wants to get you pregnant and have a child with you, more than anything. So when he hears the news after returning from one of his ‘trips’ to the island, he is overjoyed.

ꨄ Makes sure your every need is met. If he can’t cater to you, he’s making sure his servants or the circle guards are waiting on your hand and foot. Only the best for his queen.

ꨄ Might even bring you to the island to keep you safe through your pregnancy. He is going to make sure both you and your baby surivive the best he can.

ꨄ Once your son is born, he can’t stop holding him. He lets the little baby wrap its hands around his finger as he gently cradles him in his arms. He may be a cold-blooded killer, but to you, he is just your warm and caring husband.

EXTRA: Your son definitely becomes the next frontman whether you like it or not. In-ho can’t help it. It runs in the family.

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The sister of the winner

Part 7 = secrets shared

Summary: When gi hun wants to take down the games he faces a lot of problems. But one problem he also has is his relationship with his sister minji ( reader ). Gi hun dosent want to tell her about the games do to her innocent. But what happends when the salesman lores her into the games, and the siblings finds them self fighting for their lifes

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You kept struggling, your body thrashing against Player 230’s hold, but it was no use. He was too strong, his weight keeping you pinned to the cold, hard ground. Your vision blurred with tears as your strength began to wane, your frantic kicks and clawing becoming weaker and weaker.

In your mind, memories started to flash like a fragmented slideshow: moments of laughter, the warmth of sunlight on your face, the sound of your favorite song playing in the background of a carefree day. "Is this really how it ends?" The thought sent a cold wave of dread through you. "Am I really going to die here? Like this"

Player 230 chuckled darkly above you, his voice dripping with amusement. “Oh, sweetheart,” he sneered, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed your cheek. “Can’t keep fighting anymore, huh?” He threw his head back and laughed while looking at his friend, the sound cruel and unrelenting.

Your vision started to tunnel, your chest heaving as you fought for air. The edges of the room seemed to blur, darkness creeping into your peripheral vision. Just as your eyes began to close, just as you were giving up accepting the reality a voice rang out from somewhere behind Player 230.

“Let her go”

The voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. Player 230 froze for a split second before slowly turning his head, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Mind your own f# business,” he snarled, his voice laced with menace.

You tried to twist your head to see who had spoken, but your body was too weak, your energy drained from the relentless fight for survival. You were barely aware of the ongoing confrontation, too focused on trying to breathe, trying to stay conscious.

Then, without warning, Player 230 was ripped off of you. The sudden release of pressure sent a rush of air back into your lungs, and you coughed violently, gasping for breath as your body convulsed. The cold floor beneath you was a cruel reminder that you were still alive, but every inhale felt like fire in your throat.

As you lay there, your breaths coming in ragged gulps, you could hear the scuffle nearby—the sound of fists meeting flesh, a grunt of pain, and then silence. You didn’t have the strength to look up.

Your body trembled as you turned your head, struggling to focus through the haze of fear and exhaustion. That’s when you saw him—Young-Il, standing between you and your attackers. His broad frame blocked their path to you, and his fists were raised, ready to strike again.

Player 230 and Player 124 squared off against him, but it was clear from the outset that they were outmatched. Young-Il’s movements were swift and precise, each punch and block delivered with practiced confidence. Player 230 lunged at him, but Young-Il sidestepped effortlessly, slamming an elbow into his side and sending him staggering back.

“Fight someone your own size,” Young-Il barked, his voice low and commanding. His words carried a weight that silenced even the whispers of the other players watching from the shadows. “You think it makes you strong, ganging up on someone who can’t fight back? Pathetic.”

Player 124 hesitated, glancing nervously at his companion, but before he could make a move, Young-Il shot him a glare so fierce it rooted him in place.

“And don’t ever lay a hand on a woman again,” Young-Il growled, his tone like ice. “You hear me?”

As you struggled to push yourself up, your arms trembling beneath you, the two players exchanged a brief look before turning and running off into the darkness without another word. Their footsteps faded quickly, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights.

Young-Il turned toward you then, his expression softening as he stepped closer. His eyes met yours, concern etched into his features as he took in your shaken state.

He stepped closer, kneeling beside you, his face lined with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentler now, the anger from earlier replaced with genuine worry.

You shakily raised your hand to your throat, wincing as your fingers brushed the tender, reddened skin. Your voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. “I… I guess. Maybe.”

Tears began to blur your vision as the weight of what just happened hit you fully. You lowered your hand, looking down as the first sob escaped. “Thank you,” you said quietly, your voice trembling.

Young-Il hesitated for a moment, then gave a small shrug. “It’s nothing,” he replied, his tone casual, but his expression was firm. “People like them? Trash like that? They deserve what they get.”

You managed a weak nod, wiping at your tears as you tried to steady yourself. “How… how did you know?” you asked, your voice still uneven. “That I was in trouble?”

He exhaled softly, running a hand through his dark hair. “You were taking too long. I thought I’d come check on you,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact. “Good thing I did.”

Tears welled up again, but this time they were tears of gratitude. “Thank you,” you said again, the words spilling from your lips like a mantra. “Thank you.”

Young-Il offered a faint smile, though his gaze was still sharp, scanning the room to ensure the two players were truly gone. “It’s fine,” he said, his voice softer now. “But we should get back to the others. It’s not safe out here. Take your pillow and lets go"

You nodded slowly, your legs still shaky as you tried to get up grabbing your pillow. Young-Il extended a hand, helping you to your feet. Together, you made your way back toward the safety of the bunks, his presence a reassuring shield against the dangers lurking in the shadows.

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As you and Young-Il walked back to the bunks, the silence between you was broken by your quiet question. “How… how do you know how to fight so well?” Your voice was still hoarse, but curiosity outweighed your lingering fear.

Young-Il glanced at you, his expression softening slightly. “When I was younger, I was really into fighting,” he said casually. “Street fights, gyms, you name it. It was just… something I was good at.” He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

You managed a small smile, despite the tension still clinging to your body. “Well, I guess all that practice paid off. You were amazing back there.”

He gave a faint chuckle. “Yeah, well. Sometimes it’s useful to know how to handle yourself.” His tone was light, but there was an underlying seriousness in his words.

Before you could say more, the bunks came into view, and the familiar faces of your team came into focus. Gi-Hun was the first to spot you, his eyes widening when he saw the tears streaking your face and the red marks on your throat.

“Y/N!” he called, rushing over. His hands hovered near you, unsure whether to touch you or not. “What happened?”

You hesitated, glancing at Young-Il before answering. “It’s okay,” you said, your voice shaky but earnest. “I just… I ran into some trouble, but Young-Il saved me.”

Gi-Hun’s gaze snapped to Young-Il, his expression a mix of gratitude and concern. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a protective hug, his arms wrapping tightly around you. “Thank God you’re okay,” he murmured.

As he released you, Gi-Hun turned to Young-Il, bowing his head slightly. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Thank you for protecting her.”

Young-Il gave a small nod, his usual cool demeanor intact, but you could tell the gratitude meant something to him. “It’s nothing,” he said simply.

Gi-Hun’s trust in Young-Il was cemented in that moment. He gently guided you to one of the mattresses, sitting you down as he carefully examined your injuries. His touch was gentle, his brow furrowed in worry as he traced the red marks on your neck.

The commotion had drawn the attention of your other teammates. Jung-Bae and Ho-Deo hurried over, their faces filled with concern.

“What happened?” Jung-Bae asked, his eyes darting between you and Young-Il.

Ho-Deo frowned deeply. “Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath, your voice still shaky but steadier now. “It’s okay,” you assured them. “Just… ran into some bad people. But Young-Il handled it.”

The tension in the group began to ease slightly, but their concern remained evident as they gathered around you, their protective presence reassuring.

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As the night wore on, the room fell into an uneasy quiet, broken only by the occasional shuffle of bodies shifting on their mattresses. But for you, again there was no peace. Your mind spiraled darker and darker, replaying the events of the day over and over again. The moments when you could have died weighed heavily on your chest, each one pressing down like a stone.

You lay on one of the mattresses, turned away from everyone else, hoping no one could see the tears silently streaming down your face. Your breathing hitched as the tears grew heavier, small whimpers escaping your lips despite your best efforts to stay quiet. It was too much—the fear, the regret, the overwhelming guilt.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. The weight was unbearable. You sat up slowly, wiping at your cheeks, though the tears wouldn’t stop. Quietly, you stood and made your way to the entrance of the bunks, where Gi-Hun sat, his shoulders slightly slumped as he kept watch.

He noticed you approaching and turned to look at you, concern flickering in his eyes when he saw your tear-streaked face. Before he could say anything, you bent down and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder as the sobs you’d been holding back poured out.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, your voice muffled against him. “I’m so sorry.”

Gi-Hun froze for a moment, clearly taken aback, but then his arms came up to hold you gently, his hand resting lightly on the back of your head. “Y/N… what are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry for coming to the games,” you cried, your words tumbling out between sobs. “I should have told you everything. I should have—” Your voice broke, and you clung to him tighter. “And I’m sorry for going off alone. For being so reckless and getting hurt.…”

You tried to continue, but Gi-Hun interrupted you, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your head. “It’s okay,” he murmured softly, his voice steady and reassuring. “It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t have to apologize.”

“But—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back. “You’re here. You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”

His calm, soothing words slowly began to break through the storm in your mind. The steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his embrace—it all grounded you in the moment, easing the chaos in your chest.

Gi-hun held Y/N close, her sobs muffled against his chest as he whispered soothingly, “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay. You’re okey. Just breathe.” His hand gently stroked her back in slow, calming motions.

She clung to him, her body trembling as the weight of everything came pouring out. Slowly, her sobs softened, and she pulled back slightly, her tear-streaked face full of guilt and shame.

“I’m so sorry, Gi-hun,” she began again, her voice cracking. “I shouldn’t have joined. I should’ve told you, but I didn’t. I lied, and I just—”

“I didn’t tell you why I was here,” the words tumbling out in a frantic rush. “I put my life at risk. I didn’t think. I didn’t stop to think about what this would do to you, how worried you’d be. I was just so desperate—”

“desperate? Y/N, stop for a second—”

But she couldn’t stop, her emotions spilling out like a flood. “I didn’t know what else to do, Gi-hun. I thought if I could just win, everything would be fine. But it was stupid—so, so stupid—and I lied to you. I lied about why I was here, I lied about the debt, I lied about everything!”

Gi-hun reached out, gently gripping her shoulders to steady her. “Y/N. Stop. Stop, stop, stop,” he said firmly, his voice calm but carrying a note of urgency. “You need to slow down, okay? Just breathe. It’s okay. I forgive you. Whatever happened, it’s okay. I just... I need you to relax for a second.”

She took a shaky breath, her hands trembling as she wiped at her eyes. “I just... I’m sooo sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gi-hun sighed, his hands still on her shoulders as he looked her in the eyes. “Okay, I hear you. You’re sorry. I get that. But, Y/N... What debt. Why did you come here becouse of debt? What are you talking about? I thought I paid off your school debt.”

At his words, she froze, her shoulders tensing under his grip. Slowly, she looked down, her fingers fidgeting nervously.

“You did,” she admitted softly, not meeting his eyes. “But... there’s another debt. A big one. I didn’t tell you because... because I didn’t want to burden you, Gi-hun. You already did so much for me with the school debt. You paid everything, and I couldn’t... I couldn’t ask for more.”

Gi-hun’s brows furrowed deeper, his heart sinking at the pain in her voice. “Y/N...” he started, but she shook her head quickly.

“I thought I could fix it on my own,” she continued, her voice shaking. “I thought if I came here and won, I could make it all go away without you ever knowing. But I messed up. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I shouldn’t have come here. I put my life at risk for this, and I didn’t even—”

“Y/N, enough,” Gi-hun interrupted gently, pulling her into a hug again. “It’s okay. Just... stop for a second."

She hesitated in his arms, her head resting against his shoulder as a heavy silence settled between them. For a moment, it felt like the world had paused, the weight of their unspoken words lingering in the air. Y/N stayed in Gi-hun's embrace for a moment, gathering the courage to speak. Her voice was soft and trembling when she finally began. “Gi-hun… when you were gone, when no one knew where you were…”

Gi-hun tensed slightly, sensing the pain in her tone. “Yeah?” he asked gently, encouraging her to continue.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes filled with guilt and sorrow. “When you were… wherever you were… and Mom was so sick in the hospital, I had to take care of everything. You weren’t there, and I didn’t know what to do.”

Gi-hun’s expression softened as he listened, though a flicker of guilt crossed his face.

“She couldn’t get admitted anymore,” Y/N continued, her voice breaking. “The hospital wouldn’t take her without payment upfront. But I… I couldn’t just let her go. I had to try, Gi-hun. I had to do something. So I put everything—*all of it*—on my name. Every single hospital bill. Every treatment, every medicine, every test... it was all under me.”

Gi-hun’s eyes widened, the weight of her words sinking in. “Y/N...” he started, but she shook her head, pressing forward.

“When you came back,” she said, her voice trembling, “you paid off the debt in Mom’s name. But you didn’t know there was more. You didn’t know I took on everything to try to save her. I didn’t tell you because… because you’d already done so much. You already gave up so much for me, for us. I couldn’t put that on you too.”

Gi-hun’s grip on her shoulders tightened slightly as his jaw clenched. “Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?” he asked, his voice low and filled with emotion.

“Because I was scared,” she admitted, tears welling in her eyes again. “I didn’t want you to feel like you failed us. I didn’t want you to think you had to fix everything. I thought… I thought I could handle it on my own. But I couldn’t.”

Gi-hun exhaled sharply, his heart heavy with guilt and concern. He reached out, cupping her face in his hands. “Y/N, listen to me,” he said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions in his chest. “You didn’t have to do this alone. You didn’t have to carry all of that by yourself. You should’ve told me.”

She looked down, her tears spilling over. “I didn’t want to make things harder for you, Gi-hun. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to take care of me too.”

Gi-hun shook his head, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. “You’re my sister,” he said softly. “It’s not about making things harder. It’s about being there for each other. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. But I’m here now, okay? We’ll figure this out. Together.”

Y/N nodded slowly, though the guilt in her eyes lingered. For the first time in a long while, she felt a small sliver of relief, knowing she didn’t have to carry the burden alone anymore.

Gi-hun gently held Y/N’s shoulders, looking her in the eyes with a seriousness that made her pause. “Listen, Y/N. How about When we get out of here, we’re going to pay off your debt, okay? Together. And we’re going to talk about *everything*. No more lies, no more secrets. If something’s wrong, you have to tell me. Even if some strange guy offers to pay you cash to play ddakji.”

He laughed softly, shaking his head at the absurdity of it.

Y/N blinked, confused. A small smile played on her lips as she tilted her head. “yeah sure. But money for ddakji? What do you mean?”

Gi-hun looked at her, his brow furrowing slightly. “You know, the guy who gave you the card to join this,” he said, motioning vaguely as if it should be obvious. “After the game of ddakji?” giving her clues.

“Game of ddakji?” Y/N repeated, her confusion growing.

Gi-hun leaned forward, his hands gesturing as he explained slowly, “You know, the slap if you lose, the money if you win—”

Y/N stared at him blankly, her confusion only deepening. “What?”

Gi-hun paused, looking at her as though she were missing something obvious. “Wait... you didn’t play a game with the salesman?”

She shook her head, her brows furrowing in bewilderment. “No. What are you even talking about?”

Now it was Gi-hun’s turn to look baffled. “The salesman! The guy who gives you the card! He shows up, plays ddakji with you, and if you win, he gives you cash. If you lose, he slaps you. That’s how it works. That’s how they recruit you!”

Y/N just stared at him, her expression deadpan. “Gi-hun… are you crazy? Why would anyone play a game like that?” laughing straight to his face.

Gi-hun leaned back, a mix of confusion and disbelief on his face. “Wait, you’re telling me you didn’t play ddakji? At all?”

“No!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing her hands up smiling like crazy “He didn’t say anything about a game. He just… he saw me crying, okay? I was outside in the park after i found your gu.... i mean when i needed some air. He came up to me and asked why I was upset. We talked for a while, and then… he gave me the card.”

Gi-hun stared at her, his mouth slightly open, trying to process what she was saying. “So... no ddakji?” he asked again, almost as if he couldn’t believe it.

“No ddakji!” Y/N repeated firmly. “Why does that even matter?”

Gi-hun rubbed the back of his neck, his confusion giving way to unease. “It’s just... that’s how they got me. That’s how they get literally *everyone*. It’s like… their whole thing you know”

“Well, not for me,” Y/N said, crossing her arms. “The guy just… talked to me. No slapping, no money, no weird games. Just comford and talking”

Gi-hun frowned, the pieces not quite fitting together in his mind. Something about her story felt… off. But he decided not to push it—at least, not yet. Instead, he sighed and shook his head. “Alright, fine. No ddakji. But next time, Y/N, if someone random starts talking to you and then hands you a card, maybe *don’t* take it?”

Y/N cracked a small smile. “Yeah, noted,” she said softly. But as she glanced at Gi-hun, she could see the lingering worry in his eyes, and for a moment, the strange encounter with the salesman didn’t seem so harmless anymore.

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