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wtfaniii · 3 months ago

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Can you make one of how the squid game boys would react if you died in their arms??? 😭🙏

I like it! I hope you like it🤎

Reaction to your death

Fem reader! x squid game men

Warning: Some angst, blood, death and drama.

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Seong Gi-hun

You promised not to leave him alone after the traumatizing experience he lived in those games, nobody believed him except you.

And just as you promised him you wouldn't leave his side, you went to the games with him even when he flatly asked you not to.

"I'll be with you through thick and thin"

For Gi-hun, your company was a ray of hope in the midst of this environment full of death, you made him laugh when no one was looking and you filled him with loving words every time he felt frustrated for not being able his objective.

But as the sunlight fades with the storm, him happiness is short-lived.

The ammunition for their weapons had run out and they had no choice but to surrender as the front man walked towards them.

—456, ¿did you have fun playing hero?

Him body tensed as the man pointed the gun.

He was not afraid of dying, he had already seen so many things that stopping breathing would be a relief to his tortured soul.

But when the front man pulled his gun away from him to point it at you, he felt like the air was leaving his lungs.

—Now you will suffer the consequences of your actions.

He could see the fear in your face and the tears in your eyes, even when you turned to look at him just to say a soft "I love you" he felt helpless not being able to do anything and in a matter of seconds the bullet went through the head of the woman he loved.

A scream full of terror, anguish and sadness left her mouth, tears clouded his vision and went to your body to hug it one last time.

There was failure, not only because he was nowhere close to stopping these games, but also because he had lost all his friends and now you.

Hwang In-ho

He met you a couple of years ago after the death of his wife, you comforted him and dried every tear he shed.

Even when he disappeared for a few months and came back only to ask you to come with him without question you accepted without an ounce of fear or doubt.

You trusted him with your life and over time he trusted you with his, you became his right hand in these games, both of you led and maintained a specific order.

Until one day he came up with the idea that he would also participate just to keep his enemy, Gi-hun, under constant observation, "They say you have to know your enemies" he said confidently while dressing in the characteristic mint green uniform.

You weren't sure but you agreed to be the temporary leader under the square mask in the black suit just to make sure he would be okay.

You looked after him back so much that you neglected your own.

And when you least expected it you were shot by player 390 during a crossfire in the hallways.

In-ho didn't consider that Gi-hun and the players' rebellion would go this far, he kept pretending to be Young-il along with two other players but when he heard you gasp in pain after hearing a gunshot, his lie became secondary.

He killed the other two, faked his own death, and ordered Gi-hun and his team to be arrested, then headed straight to where you were, bleeding and dying.

—You're going to be okay... —He tried to convince himself more of his words, the bullet wound in your stomach looked like a fountain of your own blood.

Your hand on him cheek made him look up into your eyes,

You could see his teary eyes and his scared expression.

—Don't let these games end with you... No one who loves you wants to see you involved in this... —You wanted to go live in the countryside with In-ho, live in a cabin and have a family, you stayed only because he asked you to.

—Don't close your eyes —he begged firmly, holding back his tears—Don't you dare close your eyes.

It seemed like a demand, but it was a desperate plea not to let you die.

—Don't make me go through this pain again...

But you weren't breathing anymore, he sobbed a few more seconds with you before one of his guards took him to his grey suit and mask.

He was really enjoying pulling the trigger of the gun while aiming at Jung-bae.

Kang Dae-ho

You and Dae-ho met while serving your country and have been inseparable ever since.

Dae-ho had romantic feelings for you but he never told you for fear of ruining the friendship, he didn't know that your heart also jumped with joy every time he was around.

You did what you could to help him financially, you asked for so much money that before you knew it you were being threatened by people should never have gotten involved with because you owed too much.

Now, they were both in these games trying to survive.

—¿Can I tell you something? —He asked as they climbed the colorful stairs toward their next test.

—Yes.

Dae-ho wanted to tell you many things, among them that he loved you and that when they left here they should buy a nice house and two cats.

But his tongue got stuck in his throat.

—Better later.

You nodded with a soft smile.

Unfortunately you never got to hear him question, during the third game, Mingle, the last round consisted of making pairs and getting a cubicle, it was just a mistake in which he let go of your hand and another participant went into the small room with him.

Dae-ho screamed desperately trying to open the door even though the counter was already at zero, you could see him tears and his expression of terror when he saw you on the other side of the door.

—It's okay.... it's okay...

You comforted him even though you were scared, you tried to use your voice to calm him even though you were the one who was going to die, you did it like the other times he had panic attacks.

—Dae-ho, I lo-

A muffled scream and cry came from him as one of the guards shot you and you fell dead in front of his eyes.

He couldn't hug you, he couldn't tell you everything he felt and that made his world go into shock, his heart break into a thousand pieces and a part of him die with you.

Lee Myung-gi

You were an arms smuggler in debt to many people, you ran away and hid to survive when you met him and since then became inseparable.

The two were brought to these games promising that they would come out alive, pay their debts and go far away from here to have a new life.

You survived all the games, but when the players became more tense and started a fight with the guards, you thought you could help them, you had knowledge in weapons handling so you would be of great help.

—Whoever wants to come with us can do so —said 456, placing the weapons they had taken from the guards in front of the room.

You were about to take a step forward but Myung-gi, who was standing next to you, took your hand and looked at with almost pleading eyes.

He hoped you wouldn't go, it was going to be suicide, he sensed it, but you broke free from his grip and went with them.

When you heard him call you, you turned to look at him one last time.

—Everything will be okay, I'll come back and we'll finish this —You assured him with your usual confident smile.

When you disappeared through that door with the other players he felt a pressure on his heart.

A lump formed in him throat with each passing minute until after an hour the guards came to restore order and brought back player 456, the one who had started everything, alone.

He couldn't say a word when heard your number among the others eliminated, he just put his hands on his head and began to shed tears non-stop.

All him future plans with you fell apart in the blink of an eye, he lost you and the worst thing was that he was not by your side to help you or protect you, they promised that they would be there through thick and thin but he left you alone.

You would have managed to kill all those soldiers, you would have reached the control booth and ended it all to go back for Myung-gi, take the money and leave forever but your only mistake was turning back on 001.

Park Gyeong-seok

This was before he got into the games, you were his wife and while you were looking for money on the streets painting yourself as a mime and doing tricks, one night you were late to return home.

You took the subway and sat down in a spot, you were tired and hungry but proud that you had made enough money to eat well for two days, your daughter was going through a hard time now so you and your husband were practically fighting to survive.

You were calmly until you heard noises a few seats behind you, when you turned head to see a man assaulting an elderly woman, you were not going to stand by and do nothing.

[...]

Gyeong-seok had just put Na-yeon to sleep in her room, closed the door, and when he heard the front door open, he assumed it was you who had arrived.

—She just fell asleep, she wanted to wait for you but sleep overcame her —He said with a soft smile, your daughter was everything to you.

He walked towards the living room but when he saw you, his smile completely disappeared and his face turned pale.

—Honey...

You fell to the ground with your hand holding in the bloody stomach, when you tried to confront the assailant he stabbed you and you had to return home leaving a trail of your dripping blood.

He ran to you to hold you in his arms, he tried not to make too much noise so as not to wake Na-yeon and traumatize her.

—¿What happened? I'll take you to the hospital, don't worry, everything will be okay.

Gyeong-seok's expression was full of anguish and panic, you put your hand on his cheek and looked at him sadly.

You knew that taking you to the hospital would generate more expenses, the little money they had was for their daughter, she was your priority, besides, you knew it was already too late.

—You'll take care of her ¿right? Tell her I love her.

He began to cry and hug you against his chest, he also knew that taking you to the hospital would be in vain but he refused to let you go.

—I don't want to do this alone...

You apologized through tears, you didn't want to leave him either but life was slipping through your fingers.

—I love you so much...

And with those last words you took your last breath.

He cried non-stop with you still in his arms, rocking gently and leaving kisses on your head also saying how much he loved you, from that moment on he was left alone with Na-yeon, working overtime, without your help life became more difficult but without your company it was torture.

Hwang Jun-ho

You two had been married for two years, you were happy and carefree, or at least that's what you thought.

One day you discovered things about him that he hadn't told you, that he had a lost brother and that he had been looking for him for years.

You didn't judge him, you decided to help him in his search and that led them to infiltrate some twisted games where they made people play until they died for money.

The two of you kept a low profile as guards until one of the so-called "VIPs" wearing gold masks took an interest in you, it made your blood run cold but you couldn't raise suspicions or would die so you didn't protest when he asked to accompany him to a private place.

You let that man guide you, you knew that Jun-ho would soon come for you but couldn't help but feel your stomach turn with every step you took.

Before entering the exotic room you left one of your earrings outside so your husband would know where you were.

Just when this stranger was about to force you to give him a blowjob, you punched him and pointed the gun at him.

You had the upper hand until you heard the door open behind you and looked away from the man.

It was Jun-ho but that little carelessness made the man with the golden mask snatch the gun from you and shoot you in the chest.

The shot made time stop for Jun-ho, he saw you fall to the ground with a lost look and blood pouring from your body, he also managed to stop the man but his eyes were still on you.

—They're okay, okay, calm down, don't shoot me —The man stammered as Jun-ho made him kneel without removing the gun from him head.

—You just killed my wife... —He said with a stern, sad and upset expression on his face.

He wanted to kill him but he wasn't a murderer and you wouldn't want him to be one.

After getting all the information possible out of him about these games, he knocked him out and finally turned to look at you.

He brought a hand to his mouth to suppress a cry of pain, his eyes were watery and with his other hand he held the gun tightly, he couldn't protect you and that made him feel miserable.

He approached you and left a kiss on your forehead, closed your eyes and asked for forgiveness a thousand times for having to leave you there.

Even with a broken heart, he turned away from you and ran away.

N/A: I apologize for not writing anything about Thanos but I couldn't find any inspiration for him 😭

#hwang inho x reader #in ho x reader #squid game #squid game x reader #squid game fic #young-il x reader #jun ho x reader #Gi-hun x reader #dae ho x reader #in ho squidgame #hwang in ho #frontamn x reader #lee byung hun #Myung-gi x reader #Gyeong-seok x reader #myung gi #gyeong-seok #squidgame x you

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 3 months ago

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An old feeling (and obsession) | In-oh x Fem!Player!Reader | PT1

Summary: In-oh always thought the ones who ended in the games were nothing but parasites of society. But then he meets you and he starts to feel something he thought he would never feel again.

Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Canon violence - May be OOC - Slight!Obsess In-ho - Player 095 lives!! - Anxiety - Sad!Reader - Soft moments

Notes: Mixed two requests!! Honestly I think these two fits perfectly.

Divided in two parts but you dont need to read this one to read the other -

PT 2

Asks: 1 - 2 -

In-ho was not sure when or how you ended in his mind, passing from being just another face from the games, another piece for the system he had worked for years now. To being somehow important to him.

Maybe it was because you reminded him of himself when he first joined? All lost and confused but also showing a strong determination to survive?

Or maybe it was something even deeper, how you made him feel human and not just "The Front Man" , how you managed to awake feelings on him he thought he had become impossible to feel.

When did it start ?

"Uh, In-ho was it?" A voice that at first did not ring a bell to him. He looked at you a calm look on his face, he saw you offering him your own milk.

"I saw you giving this to player 222 and I dont really like milk so, here. You also saved our team back then" You said offering him your own milk and mentioned how he had moved his leg to make Gi-hun get the last kick.

He took it already thinking on why would you do this. He had a reason at least, a valid one in his opinion. But you ? Why would you give him your own food to him ? Someone who was alright, who was not carring a life.

"Are you sure? This may be the only food we get" He asked truly curious to understand your thinking.

But you just gave him a smile, a honest one. One that he had forgot he could get too inmmersed in his role.

"Im sure, besides its going to be more help to have someone like you well feed than me" You responded then turned around and went back next to Jun-hee who was getting sleepy no wonder after all the stress.

One thing that was clear, you were kind, and by what you said you were not stupid, but you still needed to think on yourself first.

He promised not to drink the milk but later as the lights were turned off he did. Thinking about you, he tried to remember if by luck he had read your file or how you acted on green light red light. But his mind could not find an answer, it would go back to the small exchange from earlier.

And he would find his heart beating just a bit faster.

~○~○~○~○~○~○~

The next day came, all players were a mix of nervous and excited for the next game. The guards as always made them walk the maze made of stairs and into the main arena.

"What game do you think its going to be?" Your voice filled his hears as you walked besides him. You kind of felt his presence as a protective one. Even if at first he had voted to continue playing. After listening the reason of why he was here on the first place you could not blame him. Your empatic attitude made you just feel bad for him and now you wanted to make up to him. Even if you never disrespected him.

In-ho felt your presence endaring, like you grounded him and took him back to how he used to be and feel.

A fear started to install inside him because of that, he did not want you to change in consequence of the games, like it happened to him.

"This may be mingle" the voice of Jung-Bae cut the train of thoguhts from In-ho.

It was Mingle, he knew it

"Like the game where we formed teams and hugged each other as kids?" You wondered now your attention on Jung-Bae who nodded back at you.

"Well, I believe they wont make us hug each other" The cold voice from Gi-hun came along as the three of you and the rest of the group went up to the circle platform.

"If we need to form teams then we may end separated" You said as the platform started to spin making you lose sense of space and instinctively went to take someones hand.

That just happened to be In-ho.

You blushed and went to quietly let go when he took your hand back giving it a firm grip, he did not look in your direction (something you thanked since your face was on fire) but you did give him a soft shake back.

"10"

The panic went in, your team still needed one more, luckly Dae-ho acted quick and took a player that was frozen in place and screamed at the rest to run to one of the doors.

Then all of you ran towards one door opening it and going inside, between the chaos In-ho never let go of your hand only when the door lock was secured he let it go giving you a look then looking away.

His heart was beating fast. He had made these games, even played before and yet he was feeling worry over you. Why? You were not supposed to be special. But when he felt your hand and looked to see your confused and scared face something in his heart hurt, he could not leave you like that.

He could not be cruel with you.

The next rounds followed each one making you more stressed specially when you almost lose Young-mi during the last round.

"Are you alright?" You asked her, voice full of worry.

She just nodded being a bit pale "Thank you, you pushed that other aside, if it wasnt for you..."

"Dont mention it" not only because thinking that you caused the death of someone else was a brutal hit for your moral, but because the fear you felt for her in these last moments made you want to vomit thanks to how nervous and desesperated you were.

You did not ever think about the other player when you went for her.

You walked slowly like a zombie till you felt a shadow over you, it was In-ho.

"Are you alright?" He asked, you two got separated last round and he (even if he wont tell you) was worried you would be one of the numbers mention as eliminated.

"Im fine, last round was a lot" You responded giving him a tired smile getting on the platform again.

He followed not beliving you but not saying anything for a few seconds.

"Stay besides me, next round may be the last one" He spooke to you not leaving room for another option.

"What makes you say that?" You wondered, too lost to even try and reason how many rounds were left or how many you already played. The only thing you could see was the blood on the ground.

"We are 126 standing and there is only 50 cabins, if they want to put pressure on us by losing others then this is the right moment" He explained making you purse your eyelash at that.

"Then how many would-"

"Two, two for each door" He was quick to answer. He looked at you directly to your eyes. It seemed that the spin stopped for him, he was lost in your eyes for a second getting suck by them. His heart felt heavy and he felt that need again, the need of protecting you.

"Stay by my side for the next round" He said again extending his hand to you "Take my hand and dont let go, I doubt the others wont get desesperated and will end palying dirty"

Before you reached his hand you went towards Gi-hun and Jung-Bae who were also talking about what number would be said next.

"Two" you cut them off getting a look from them "Just listen, its going to be two, I cant explain but I need to ask you two for something. One of you please take Young-mi with you, please im begging" You asked them almost in tears not having time to process last round and your actions.

Gi-hun the one from the pair who had already played could imagine what could have happened and he nodded giving your shoulder a firm grip. "We wont leave her" He promised you.

You thanked them again and went back besides In-ho who this time took your hand in his without saying or asking anything.

"2"

The moment the voice announced the number In-ho ran with you, his hand holding yours in iron fist.

He would be dammed if he lost you among the crowd.

Most rooms were getting occupied, In-ho searched till he saw one.

"There, the yellow door" He screamed at you pushing you first into the room then just as a player was going in getting them out of the way.

However things did not end once inside.

In-ho looked over his shoulder as he tried to held the door and prevent anyone from entering.

"Shit" He cursed. He saw you froze in place looking at other player who was just as shocked as you.

"W-we got here first" The player sutter at you who only watched him, the sound of your heart filling your ears and the screams from outside.

"Hold the door" In-ho ordered in a very comanding voice pushing you and going towards the player, he reduced him starting to choke him. "Close your eyes" He said to you once he noticed you were looking over your shoulder at him.

No. He could not let you see him like this.

You did as told and closed your eyes forcing yourself to block what was happening around you.

I wanna go home, fuck I wanna get out of here.

The sound of a crack and then the alarm indicating time was off got you out of your mind. You let yourself fall against the wall near the door trying not to look over the dead body in the room.

"Hey, hey (Y/N) look at me" In-ho implored trying to bring you back.

"I- I wanna go home In-ho" You told him now crying, whatever bravery you had was crushed right there.

Much like his own heart.

He pulled you against him in a hug, letting you cry on his chest, he felt you shaking and hugged you thighter caressing your hair.

There was no way he would leave you here after this.

"Shh, shh it passed. We are ok, just breath now" He tried to calm you down

"What if the others-"

"Im positive they made it" He said even if he could not really tell you that. "Focus on yourself now, focus in my voice alright? You are ok, you are safe"

"Dont let me go please" You pleaded him holding his track-suit with force.

"Never"

And he intendeed to do that.

~○~○~○~○~○~○~○

After the tie of the voting he could see you were one step of breaking down. He could not take on how empy your eyes looked now, how you would shake from time to time, probably from the recent events.

He also took notice on how you havent touch your food at all.

Slowly he went towards you taking a seat besides you, not too close or too far.

"You need to eat" He started but got a shake from you.

"I feel like I will throw up anything if I try to eat now"

"Even if thats the case, give it a try you will need the streght"

"Why?" You asked finally looking at him "Why did we tie? Why does they want to keep playing after all of this?"

In-ho went quiet at your question, he could not give you an answer. Honestly maybe there was no answer to it, greed ? malice ? desesperation ? Anything could be the reason.

"I dont have a answer for that" He finally talked seeing how your face fall even more.

"But I can assure you something" He added "Look at me" He ordered softly and you did as told "I will assure your safety" He promised

You gave him one smile, one that did not reach your eyes.

"You cant assure that...but thanks. Thanks for protecting me in the last game and for what happened during last round..."

"You dont have to remember that" He said afraid you were going to see him different now

"No. Thank you" You cut him, looking at his face seeing the small suprise he got. "I know I should feel bad and god I do feel bad but, but you did it so we both could survive, thank you. I want you to know I dont see you any different from how I saw you before"

He did not respond to you, did not react at all. His mind was working like crazy, thinking how he could get you out.

How was he going to keep playing these games and using Gi-hun. How, when his heart now beating because of you. Because of how you saw him, how your eyes kept following him and how you expressed your thoughts.

Gradually he got closer to you, he moved in slow motion to not scare you, till he could pass his arm around your shoulders and pull you against his side. The two of you stayed there in silence for a few minutes each with their own thoughts, but In-ho had a strong objective now.

Protect you till the end.

#squid game imagine #squid game x reader #squid game x y/n #in ho x reader #the front man x reader

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lenorenevermore99 · 2 months ago

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Why 457 is actually valid af and not just a "joke" ship

I wanna start this by saying that I'm in no way, shape or form convinced 457 is canon nor I think there will be anything remotely romantic between the two of them in season 3. But people seem to think it's just a joke inside the fandom, while actually, their dynamic is pretty fucking valid and I want to analyze that in this post.

One of the most discussed things (if not the most) when it comes to this ship is the stares.

Some think this is the stare of love, others think In-ho just enjoys seeing him suffer. Well, let me tell you it is neither.

But before we delve into the way In-ho stares at Gi-hun, we first have to go back to talk about Hwang In-ho as a character.

As we know, Hwang In-ho is the Winner of the 2015 Squid Game. He went into the games so he could have the money to treat his sick, pregnant wife, much like Gi-hun who did the same for his sick mother. Both of them won the game, but both of them were too late to save the person they loved from a sad fate.

This lead to In-ho becoming the Frontman. We don't know exactly what happened in the timeframe between him winning and him becoming the Frontman, but we can safely assume that after loosing his wife, In-ho lost faith in humanity. The games have destroyed him, they turned him into the villain he is today.

And the thing is, when he looks at Gi-hun, he sees his past self in him. This was confirmed by both Lee Byung Hun (In-ho's actor) and the director of the show himself.

Or to be more precise, he sees his past self. He sees who he was before the games changed him. And this is what led to his fascination and obsession with Gi-hun, because here's the thing; the games traumatized Gi-hun, but they didn't break his faith and hope in humanity, like they did with In-ho himself.

And this is the thing that, in my view, both fascinates and deeply angers In-ho. Deep inside, subconsciously, he is thinking, "Why were YOU able to retain your hope in humanity? Why were you able to remain a good person when I couldn't?"

In-ho was genuine when he told Gi-hun he wished he'd try to be happy after winning (or to better say, surviving) the games. I find it especially interesting when he tells him "Just pretend it was all a dream."

In-ho wishes he could pretend it was all a dream, but he couldn't. Think about it: he's a billionaire, but he lives in a shitty, small apartment. He doesn't talk to his mother, he doesn't talk to his brother, he doesn't even go visit his wife at the cemetery. Pardon me for borrowing the phrase from The Hunger Games, but he's not living the life of a victor. whether it's because he feels guilty or something else, I guess we'll find out in the next season, but that's not the point. The point is, that In-ho wants Gi-hun to do what he wasn't able to do after he won. He wants him to be happy because he sees himself in Gi-hun.

This is the most important point in this post.

Now I wanna focus on these moments. During the second game, during mingle, and during the lights-out massacre, we see Gi-hun being absolutely destroyed over the players that were killed. He's undoubtedly blaming himself for it. And here we see In-ho staring at him, not with the look of love, not with joy at his suffering, but with sorrow. He's sad for Gi-hun, because he could have spared himself further suffering if he didn't stubbornly decide to go back into the games.

What In-ho is thinking right here, in my view, is; "See? There is no hope. There is nothing you can do. Stop torturing yourself, just give it up already. How much more pain do you have to go through before you give up? Accept you can do nothing and go on with your life. Try to be happy."

Now you might be asking, okay, but what does that have to do with romantic love?

Well let me tell you that these feelings I just described can easily and quickly turn into love.

Many philosophers over the centuries have come to the same conclusion; we see part of ourselves in the people we fall in love with.

"The Front Man believes that Gi-hun is wrong in his way of thinking, but perhaps, he reflects on himself through Gi-hun. He does want to destroy Gi-hun's belief. I felt that a small part of him, unknowingly, might be hoping for Gi-hun's thoughts to be right. And rooting for him in some way."

These words Lee Byung Hun said about In-ho, makes me think of Jacques Lacan's theory in particular (which is a rather complex topic and I will try to summarize as shortly and as simply as I can).

For Lacan, love, at least in the beginning, is essentially a form of narcissism. When we fall in love, we're also falling in love with ourselves. We see ourselves in the other person, but we also see in the other what we subconsciously think we are lacking in ourselves. Which doesn't mean the other person will fix us because, at least according to Lacan, this lack is something that can never actually be "fixed".

And I think that's exactly was is happening with In-ho. He sees in Gi-hun what he's lacking in himself. They were traumatized the same way, but reacted in two completely different manners. In-ho became cruel and disillusioned with humanity, while Gi-hun still believes in humanity and wants to save everyone.

I know that this way, 457 seems like a one-sided kind of love, but that's honestly my personal interpretation of the ship. I think Gi-hun could have fallen for Young-il, for the person In-ho was before the games, if they had more time. But the Frontman In-ho? The person he became after becoming the Frontman? There's no way.

Not all loves are meant to happen, not all lovers get to be lovers. Some are meant to just leave us wondering what could have been. Which is what makes transformative works so fun and interesting! From the canonverse toxic fics to the wholesome alternative universe flower shop fics, I think their dynamic is valid as fuck.

I rest my case.

#squid game #457 #gihun x inho #inhun #hwang in ho #seong gi hun #squid game season 2 #001 x 456 #456 x 001

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bluem1lls · 3 months ago

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HIII REQUESTING A SE-MI FIC AGAINN!! i loved ur last fic sm so so can you do if reader and se-mi were playing mingle and then like readers panicking and is frozen but se-mi grabs them at the last second and when they both survive and reader maybe gives her a kiss on the cheeekk?? :3

✧₊⁺ i'll do it again

se-mi x fem!reader

content: just a short fluff, reader thinks she's about to die, until oh- a pretty girl is saving her?

authors note: thank you for the request and thank u sm for ur love! its short bc during the week i try to write shorter stuff and leave all the long stuff for the weekend but i hope u still like it!

✧₊⁺ you've been trying to stay alive with gi-hun's group. you love them.

✧₊⁺ plus you've found yourself two best friends. jun-hee it's the cutest girl and dae-ho it's the sweetest boy.

✧₊⁺ so when the third game comes, you stay close to all of them. you're confident everyone will live. at least from your group.

until the last round.

✧₊⁺ as you hear the number '2' from the speakers, you turn to look at jun-hee, as she's being dragged by her ex. she screams at you but you tell her to go, you'll be fine. you think?

✧₊⁺ you turn to dae-ho, he's already with gi-hun.

fuck.

was this really your last round?

✧₊⁺ i mean, you could go and look for another person who's alone. you know you could.

but somehow you can't. you're frozen in place.

✧₊⁺ as the seconds pass, tears start filling your eyes.

oh man, you had a life outside this stupid game. why the fuck did you agree to come here?

last seconds.

✧₊⁺ you thought, until someone grabbed your hand and pushed you into a room, closing the door behind her.

✧₊⁺ what the fuck? you're blinking, trying to come out of the shock.

✧₊⁺ "why were you standing there? have a death wish or something?" this girl leans against the door, breathless.

✧₊⁺ you were okay?

what the fuck??

she saved you??

"i-um..t-thank you"

she hummed, her intense gaze fixated on you.

✧₊⁺ huh. you were really pretty.

✧₊⁺ you nervously start laughing.

"i-i don't have a death wish i don't even know why i stood there like an id-"

"it was a joke" she smirked. "its okay, you don't own me an explanation"

✧₊⁺ you sighed as the doors unlocked. sad?? you actually wanted to know more about her...

✧₊⁺ as the game came to the last few rounds, the group managed to survive. you hugged dae-ho and jun-hee while walking to the common room. they kept saying sorry to you but you promised them you were okay.

i mean, a pretty girl saved you, you were definitely okay!

✧₊⁺ your eyes scanned the place looking for her. the way she kept playing with her lip piercing was repeating in your brain.

✧₊⁺ there she was! sorrounded by three boys. she was sitting with her face on her hands.

✧₊⁺ don't go don't go don't go-

"can i talk to you?" i said, looking at her.

her eyes found yours as she smirked.

the guys looking up and down at you. were you talking to their friend? se-mi? like..the bitchy introvert? she wasn't even nice to them.. and they were her friends.

"hm?" she said, tilting her head.

"i wanted to thank you for saving me... i know it was probably to save your own life but.. you know, you could've picked everyone and yet u grabbed me.. so thank you" i walked to her slowly, leaning down to where she was sitting, leaving a soft kiss on her cheek.

✧₊⁺ did a pretty girl just gave her a kiss on the cheek??

✧₊⁺ she's all flustered.. poor baby. you thought she was a fuckgirl? yeah no. here she is, blushy like a horny teenager falling for a pretty girl.

✧₊⁺ "y-yeah.. you're welcome" she replies, trying to play it cool. you turn around and she CANNOT erase that stupid smile out of her face.

✧₊⁺ when you're far enough to not hear them, thanos, nam gyu and min su laugh, making her entire face go even more red.

✧₊⁺ "you guys are fucking dumb" she mumbles, annoyed as they kept teasing her. "at least a girl kissed me, unlike to you virgins" she rolls her eyes.

✧₊⁺ oh yeah, that won't be the last time you're gonna be hearing from her.

you can't just give her a kiss on the cheek and go away.

because now, she wants to feel more of your soft lips.

#player 380 #player 380 x reader #se mi x reader #se mi #se-mi #lesbian #se-mi x reader #squid game #squid game 2 #se mi squid game #wlw #fluff

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forchosangwoo · 3 months ago

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Please please please please pleaseeeee I need Gi Hun so badddd please write literally anything about him X f!reader pleaseeee (preferably smut, but it could be fluff and/or both)

— typa guy ☆ seong gihun headcannons

paring(s) : seong gihun x f!reader warnings : mdni, nsfw notes : thank you for requesting!! xx headcannons again because im not as familiar with gihun sorry TT hope you like it!! more coming tomorrow..? (hopefully)

SFW . . . !

gihun is the type of guy who would be scared to leave you by yourself. he'd be super protective over you, even over small things like who crosses the road first and who walks on which side of the sidewalk.

gihun is the type of guy who wishes he could give you the world. even when he couldn't support you financially, he would make up for it in another ways. he'd make diy presents and cook you dinner to express his love for you.

gihun is the type of guy to melt into your arms. he loves you so much that he could probably cry at the sight of you, as if he's overwhelmed by how much he adores you. he'd enjoy being both the small and bigger spoon when cuddling.

gihun is the type of guy who would want to always make you laugh or smile. he'd make corny jokes and shower you with compliments because when you're happy, he's also happy.

gihun is the type of guy to flex about you to his friends. he'd tell his friends about everything he loves about you to his friends with a huge smile on his face. he'd be so proud to call you his girlfriend or wife.

gihun is the type of guy to wonder how he got so lucky to have you as his partner. he'd constantly be reminding you how much he loves you and how happy he is to call you his.

gihun is the type of guy to be the best at comforting you, even though he doesn't feel like he does. he's the type to feel insecure and worry that he can't comfort you well enough, however that's simply not true.

gihun is the type of guy who would quit his gambling and smoking addiction just for you. of course his daughter would be apart of the reason, but you were what kept him going. imagining your face mixed with disappointment and sadness was enough to make him quit.

NSFW . . . !

gihun is the type of guy who would give you the best head of your life. he'd be so good at eating you out, every part of you would be begging for more.

gihun is the type of guy to constantly make sure you're okay and not hurt. he'd always listen to what you want and make sure you consent to everything he wants to do. he'd take your comfort first.

gihun is the type of guy who would fuck you like it's your last night together (especially after the games). he'd accidentally hold you maybe a bit too hard, as if you would disappear if he let go. his movements and touch would be filled with more love than lust.

gihun is the type of guy who can be both a dom and sub. as long as he's with you, he doesn't mind.

gihun is the type of guy who'd, never without fail, give you the best aftercare. he'd clean you and everything else up, making sure all of your needs are met. you'd fall asleep together as he clings to you as if his life depends on it.

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creamecafe · 3 months ago

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Can you write the headcannons where the squid games s2 men react to you flinching during a fight please

How Season 2 Squid Game Men Would React To You Flinching During an Argument

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Pairing: Season 2 Squid Game Men x GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, angst

Author's Note: Thank you so much for requesting! To anyone who's going through something like this, please know that you're not alone.

National Domestic Violence Hotline is 800-799-7233. They are open 24/7. Youcan also text too. Please talk to someone and get the help you deserve or possibly help someone. No one, doesn't matter big or small, man or woman deserves to be mistreated or feel like they're in danger in a relationship

National Domestic Violence

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Seong Gi-Hun (Player 456)

Stops arguing with you immediately and realizes what you might think of what he was going to do to you

He knew he changed a lot, but he never thought he would change in ways that would make you scared of him

Reassures you and tells you that he would never even think of hitting you even when he's so upset.

Young-il (Player 001)

Is used to people being intimidated by him, but by you is a different story

Never would want you ever to be afraid of him

Talks to you in a now calmer tone and apologies to you

He holds you close and kisses you, saying that he'll never put his hands on you, or even the thought of doing so would go on his mind

If he only knew of who was responsible for that in the past, he'll kill them

Thanos (Player 230) (I love this GIF of him, ok?)

Is confused at first why you flinch

Then it clicks in his head of why you did so

Were you really thinking that he would hurt you? He thought to himself

Has been hit by his mom before so he understands it all so well

Drops his smart ass, wanting to be right all the time persona and tries to make things with you

Kang Dae-Ho (Player 388)

His heart felt like it broke when he sees you flinching

He thinks you must see him as a monster, just like his dad

Steps back away from you and goes to lock himself away in his room

It seems emotionally immature to do so, but he doesn't want to take a chance to hurt you even if it's a accident

When he calms down, he hugs and cries saying he'll never raise his voice again and he's sorry for ever making you feel afraid of him

Lee Myung-Gi (Player 333)

He knows he has made big mistakes before and tries to fix them

But the action he did towards you, will never leave his mind

He never thought he could be seen as an abuser in a relationship or make you afraid of him

Making you angry or a little sad, he could live with that. But afraid?

It takes all he can to apologize to you without crying, because he doesn't want to lose you or even make you feel like he would put his hands on you

Nam Gyu

Dissociates when he realizes

Takes a few steps back to calm you down

Looks down at his and shakes of the many times you probably had in your mind if he really was going to hurt you

He shakily apologizes to you and his voice trembles that he'll never hurt you and if he does, he doesn't deserve you

Hwang Jun-ho

He's been a police officer long enough to know why you would flinch

He has had calls of domestic abuse/violence especially for women

He drops the argument like nothing and apologizes.

Before hugging you, he would ask you permission

Now he is thinking of whoever made you afraid or flinch, that he'll make them pay

Salesman/Recruiter

His expression is like in the GIF above, shocked for a moment and realizes

He reassures and says to just forget about the argument

Tells you that he would never even think of hitting you. And if he ever does or makes you afraid in any way to leave him right away

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idkshithead · 2 months ago

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⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ 𓊆ྀི gi-hun headcanons! 𓊇ྀི

·˚ ༘ — pairing: seong gi-hun x fem!reader

—❕warnings: nsfw content, mentions of trauma and insomnia (slightly), gi-hun being a cutie pookie patootie that i actually giggled and kicked my feet while writing this. i love him sm

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season 1

— 𐙚 your relationship with gi-hun is a “pretty gf, obsessed bf” typa thing. he’d do anything for you. literally. you have cramps during your period? no problem cause he’s already out buying your favorite sweets. you don’t feel good about yourself all of a sudden? no worries cause he’ll sit you on his lap reminding you of how beautiful you are, of how much he loves you (and of how much you turn him on).

— 𐙚 s1 gi-hun is def the jealous type. mostly because he knows he’s not the perfect man to date due to all his family and financial problems so every time he sees a guy approaching you, maybe even good-looking, he’ll definitely pout: either he comes closer and grasps your waist tightly to show him you’re his, or he’ll just be silent and pretend to mind his business even tho he’s hurting inside cause he’s afraid you’ll replace him.

— 𐙚 later you’ll eventually tease him and tell him about how cute it is when he acts all jealous even when he tries to deny it. loves when you ruffle his hair/pinch his cheeks/cover his face in kisses to reassure him.

— 𐙚 s1 gi-hun is the type of man who really wants to spoil you with expensive gifts to make you happy but knows he can’t because of his lack of money. tries to make it up to you with simple dates (pic-nics, late night walks/drives, cuddle sessions etc.) even tho you tell him you don’t care about gifts and that you like simple actions. he’ll keep that in mind and will eventually start giving you picked-up flowers or short handwritten letters.

— 𐙚 s1 gi-hun’s life felt so much brighter when he met you and he couldn’t tell why. your presence just made him feel warm in his chest and he would remind you every. single. day.

— 𐙚 would definitely hug you from behind while you cook and start kissing your neck. later he would pick you up and sit you on the kitchen counter and start making out/cuddle with you while he whispers how much you mean to him etc. will make you promise to never leave him.

— 𐙚 one thing you ABSOLUTELY love about gi-hun, is his hair. it’s so fluffy and soft that you wanna touch it every minute of the day. in rough days he loves to lay on your thighs while you caress his scalp, play with strands of his hair to relax him until he’ll eventually fall asleep.

— 𐙚 s1 gi-hun would let you meet his daughter almost immediately cause when he met you first, he knew you would be the one. when he sees you get along really well with her he would smile like an idiot cause he loves to see the 2 most important girls of his life talking/having fun together.

season 2

— 𐙚 hate to say this, but s2 gi-hun is a whole different person. he’s not the smiley guy he once was and stay sure that he WILL be over protective, over possessive, over everything. can you blame him tho? he got traumatized so no, you can’t. he’s just afraid you’ll get in trouble as well.

— 𐙚 s2 gi-hun will definitely check on you every. damn. minute. he can’t find you? he’ll spam call you till you answer. you don’t answer his calls cause you’re out and can’t hear your phone? h’ell put on the gps in his car and come find you.

— 𐙚 at first you argued with him many times cause it became overwhelming. you basically couldn’t even go out with your old friend cause he’ll call you every 30 minutes and stuff. you didn’t want to get mad at him cause it wasn’t his fault, he just went through a lot and was worried for you.

— 𐙚 when you got mad, tho, you felt guilty not even a second later cause he looked at you with a sad and hurt expression and said: “i’m sorry. i just over worry and can’t stay calm when you’re out alone.”

— 𐙚 you’d tell him you understand but still you’re an independent woman and can defend yourself. (you’re lying cause deep down you like it when he worries a lot about you. but not in an obsessive/unhealthy way.). you will definitely cuddle him after that.

— 𐙚 s2 gi-hun never sleeps at night cause he feels the need to look after you while you sleep. he still feels like he’s in that room, keeping watch of bastards that could attack and kill you. if he manages to fall asleep, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night due to the nightmares. in those nights, you are the one who doesn’t sleep to look after him.

— 𐙚 he still loves to hug you from behind while you do stuff but also loves when you are the one to do so. he’s not as talkative as before so while old gi-hun would whisper loving sentences to you, present gi-hun just wants to feel the moment. he would bury his face into your neck and stay silent as you caress his hair and kiss it while he rubs your back and holds you tight.

— 𐙚 s2 gi-hun likes slow mornings. while in s1 he would go out to gamble/work and you would work too, now he likes to take his time to wake up to cuddle you, kiss you. just wants to enjoy his time with you, especially in weekends.

— 𐙚 s2 gi-hun would still take you out to late night walks/drives to relieve stress from both of you. his old manners of showing you his love are still the same: simple actions/gifts, physical touch etc.

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season 1:

— 𓆩��︎𓆪 the first time you two made love was quite embarrassing for him cause he hadn’t touched a woman in years after his ex wife(that is something that every gi-hun fan thinks lol😭). he was really scared to hurt you or make you uncomfortable but once you reassure him he will make sure he’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s1 gi-hun will definitely cum really fast the first times cause he just can’t control himself with you. he doesn’t even make it on purpose but that man is able to cum in his pants by you just grinding on his lap.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s1 gi-hun is the type of man that really doesn’t care about sex. he’s not a really “horny-guy” cause he thinks sex is not that important in a relationship but since he met you he gets hard often times and can’t control it.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s1 gi-hun would think he’s not that good in bed but god, the way you moan his name or just moan in pleasure makes his ego reach the stars. he thinks he’s not that big but doesn’t realize that even common size (14/15cm) actually is.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s1 gi-hun def talks you through it. would tell you how much you turn him on, would tell you how good you feel around him and would tell you how good you are for him. loves to praise you during it.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 i feel like he LOVES blowjobs. they make him feel so damn horny and he doesn’t know why himself. probably is the way your pretty, innocent eyes look at him while your lips are wrapped around his length, pleasuring him.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 gi-hun is clearly noisy. be prepared to hear him moan even if you just move your ass while sitting on his lap.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 forget about degrading names/praises. will def not call you a “whore, slut, pathetic” etc, not even if you ask him. he’s just not that kind of man and it makes him uncomfortable

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 once you’re done, even if he’s dead tired, he won’t get in bed before making sure you’re all cleaned and feeling as comfy as possible. you chuckle almost every time and tell him to just lay with you and that you’ll take a shower later.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 thinks he needs to be the big spoon cause he’s the “man of the relationship” but loves to be the small spoon as well. depends on who needs more cuddles after that. if he’s the big spoon, he’ll lay you on his chest, pull the blanket over your bodies and rub your skin, whisper loving words till you both fall asleep.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 if he’s the small spoon he’ll be the one to lay on your chest and shyly ask you to caress his head/play with his hair cause it relaxes him. you can’t help the cuteness so you just roughly grab his face and kiss him nonstop. you’ll apologize later and both end up chuckling. likes when you rub his bare back with the other hand as well. will fall asleep immediately cause your heartbeat helps him relax.

season 2:

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun would prefer blowjobs even more since he can’t sleep and is really tired most of times. he loves when you help him relax with that and loves it even more when you’re the one to initiate first cause he feels shy to just ask you to make him cum. thinks it’s inappropriate.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun loves lazy and slow sex (unless he had a really bad day), prefers when you ride him cause it’s hotter to see your breast bouncing and stuff. will grasp your waist/hips gently and guide you through it while he praises you.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 he may not be as noisy as before but will never stop praising you. he realized he loves it even more when you are the one to praise him. sentences like: “fuck, you’re so good, gi-hun” or “you make me feel so good” make him cum immediately.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 will def ask you to do that again cause he LOVES to hear how good he makes you feel and how loved you feel even when your sex is not romantic and slow.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 if you’re not in the mood he’ll immediately pull away and apologize 5 times in a second cause he doesn’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable in any way. you smile and reassure him and then promise him to do it later (if you’re in the mood ofc).

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 will feel guilty cause he feels like he’s forcing you but you remind him that if you didn’t want to, you wouldn’t cause yes you love him with your whole being, but will never do something you feel uncomfortable with. especially if it’s related to intimacy.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 most of the times it will start by you massaging his shoulders cause they’re so tense. then you would start kissing his neck, make out and it will lead to bed.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 will praise you with nicknames like: “such a good girl for me, hun.” or “you’re so tight, sweetheart.” if you call his name he would respond with: “yes m’am?” cause he’s such a gentleman and loves to respect his woman.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun also loves missionary cause he needs to look at your pretty face and all the cute and horny expressions you make when he makes you reach the stars. would definitely kiss your neck/jawline/cheeks while he praises you.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun enjoys every type of quickies. on the kitchen counter when you cook? definitely. in the shower? always. in the car after a long late night drive? sure, why not. in the dressing room when you go shopping? loves the risk.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 when you do quickies in public he’d cover your mouth with his big hand and loves the sight of it. the way you try to keep quiet, the way you close your eyes to focus on not being noisy, your flustered cheeks. it turns him on even more.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 s2 gi-hun thinks aftercare is the most important thing. probably like it even more than sex itself. he wants to be the big spoon always but when you manage to convince him to be the small one, he would act as if he could accidentally hurt you.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 you would play with his short hair and kiss his head while you tell him how good he made you feel cause he’ll ask you if you liked it. if you would tell him that something made you uncomfortable he probably won’t touch you in “that way” for weeks. to the point you’d ask him if he still loves you cause you think he got tired of you.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 will look at you with an expression that clearly says “are you okay?” and then immediately reassure you and apologize for being a jerk.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 i feel like gi-hun hates porn and wouldn’t watch them not even if he got paid. thinks they’re too unrealistic and stupid. plus, he has you so what’s the point in watching other naked women having sex? not his thing, really hates it.

— 𓆩❤︎𓆪 doesn’t feel the need to jerk off when you’re not around, he’ll just wait till you come back if he needs it. would do that only if he’s desperate af.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ — a/n: soo here are few of my headcanons for this little cutie pie. idk if some of these are similar to others or something but if so, i’m so sorry, i didn’t copy anyone nor i inspired by anyone, i made them in my head based on my hc/scenarios😭 anyway i hope you enjoy reading this🥹

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 2 months ago

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May you do yandere platonic gi hun team season 2 with young adult reader who is really sick and joined the game to pay for her sickness. The reader coughs blood sometimes and can barley even stand up or walk. When she eats she needs 2x the amount but she stills feel insecure

This is actually a very valid and reasonable to take part in them, imho.

Yandere platonic Squid Game team x sick!fem!reader

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Featuring: Player 456 - Gi-hun, Player 001 - Young-il(In-ho), Player 390 - Jung-bae, Player 388 - Dae-ho.

Gi-hun and Jung-bae took you under their wing after red light, green light. Those two were the reason you made it out of there alive because they hooked their arms under yours and almost carried you over the finish line.

Especially Gi-hun was very concerned when he saw the state you were in. He immediately offered you his food ration, keeping a watchful eye on you throughout the time.

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Gi-hun:

Gi-hun is the one who's in a permanent state of panic in every game. He wants to be as close to you as possible incase you would need help with anything.

Gi-hun is clingy, very clingy with you. He can't help but act that way, it breaks his heart! He's almost overprotective of you, even wanting to walk you to the door leading to the bathrooms.

Gi-hun most of the times gives you atleast half of his food, he knows you need it. Gi-hun always tells you to sleep under the beds at night, while he and mainly Jung-bae keep watch over you.

Whenever you're coughing blood, Gi-hun is all over you and embracing you in his arms.

His expression rivals one of a puppy when he sees you still being insecure after everything the group has done for you. He will make sure to do anything possible for you to make it out alive.

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Jung-bae:

Jung-bae tries his ultimate best in supporting you. He sees it as his responsibility to keep you safe, and most likely will throw himself in the way to keep you secure.

Jung-bae is a very kind soul and loves talking to you in their "freetime" between the games. He always gives you his jacket when you need it.

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Dae-ho:

Dae-ho sees himself as his big brother to you, he's very protective over you, always helping you up, always taking you into his arms, always supporting you when you need the extra balance.

If you happen to cough up blood, Dae-ho immediately walks you to the bathroom, threatening and scolding the guard at the door.

Dae-ho is ready to spring into action and ready to beat the shit out of other players whenever they approach you.

Dae-ho gladly gives up on his food and hands it to you. You need it, and he can get along with a day or two without his food.

He feels guilty whenever you're still scared of them or uncomfortable. Dae-ho can't help it, but he just wants to be there for you.

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Young-il/In-ho:

At first you reminded Young-il of his passed wife. This made him snap his senses towards you. The fact that you're sick and only joined the games to pay for your treatment only strengthened his feelings.

Young-il is so overprotective of you, maybe he feels some guilt inside of him but the guilt is easily suppressed by his protective nature.

He is the only one out of the whole group who always manages to get two rations of food and two milk packs. Jung-bae would whisper to the others how he notices he's always the one who can take two.

During the six legs game, you were right between Gi-hun and Young-il. Those two alone were so careful with you and Young-il feared how one wrong step might break you.

Young-il gave any player who so much as looked at you wrong, especially men, his coldest, piercing stare which told them everything they needed to know.

Young-il worships you with his gaze. The usual cold blooded stares he gives anyone else are replaced by pure love, admiration and maybe pity whenever he looks at you.

Even though you're so fragile and special to him, the sadistic smirk still forms on his lips when you're sad of other players dying and you can't do anything about it.

#squid game #squid game 2 #squid game season 2 #dae ho squid game #dae ho x reader #jung bae #jung bae x reader #seong gihun #gi hun squid game #gi hun x reader #young il #hwang in ho #hwang in ho x reader #the front man #the front man x reader #player 456 #player 388 #player 390 #player 001

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lavenders388 · 3 months ago

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hiii!! i was thinking of a scenario of where gi-hun comforts the the reader after they have a panic attack/ptsd/nightmare? something sweet and romantic <3

~morning sun~

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ seong gi hun x reader

requested 💌

a/n gi hun is so underrated in his OWN SHOW! theres like 5 fics of him for season 2 I'm glad i can add one more!! keep requesting him plsplspls!!! our little sad mullet man -matcha

tw: ptsd/panic attacks, mentions and descriptions of death/blood (typical squid game tw fr), allusion to vomiting but no description

scenario!!!: after getting out of the games with gi hun, you both face lingering struggles from what you experienced as you fight to stop the games for good.

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as you stood with the 16 remaining players on the lifted platform in what appeared to be a circus tent -or a skyscraper it felt like- you trembled as the sickeningly sweet recorded voice announced what this game would entail. you were relieved to be second to last as the pink-suited guard confirmed that the number on your chest determined the order in which you would cross the glass panels. you were even more relieved when you remembered that your husband was behind you; and would be going last. the thought of crossing the glass tiles in front of him scared you, and you knew it scared him more.

you crossed the tiles slowly, trying to avoid looking down. down to what could easily be your death, your husband's, the deaths of the people in front of you, the people who died so you could then move on and see the remaining tile that would keep you from meeting the fate of them. "16 people." you thought. the fear of all the events of the past few days reverberating in your brain making it unable to focus on just one thing. you and your husband found yourselves in a group of 456 during the first game; now, even after starting this game as a group of 16, there were 4.

"at least we are all going to make it." you thought solemnly; wanting to say it to the group, or even just your husband. you watched as sangwoo crossed; jumping on the last tile with no issue and leaping onto the finishing platform. then say byeok; also getting to safety without issue. and finally it was your turn to jump onto the last tile like they did. cementing your survival and your husband following suit.

you tried to hide your shaking as you situated yourself to make the jump. you looked at your husband behind you and gave him a soft smile, knowing that your impending safety is a large relief to him. you turn, and jump. as you land on the last tile, you stabilize yourself. but something doesn't feel right. this doesn't feel like the last step to safety. you feel the tile buckle below you.

you start to turn to your husband, not having enough time to meet his gaze as the tile completely shatters below you; glass shards cutting into your bare feet as you plummet to meet the same fate as everyone on the ground.

when you jump forward with a gasp he's already awake next to you. in your horror you don't realize at first that you're safe and in your bed; the feeling of falling to your death lingering in a way that makes your stomach burn. you stumble as you throw the covers off and try to get to your shared bathroom as fast as possible; nothing around you seeming real yet. you fling open the door and fall onto the cold tiles; the feeling of the cold hard ground below you all too similar to what just happened in your dream. the feeling makes you grip the sides of the toilet, not just because you're about to throw up; but because you still feel like your falling to your demise in a dark, fake circus tent as the masked men who bet on your lives watched. like you're there again.

as you tried to catch your breath and wipe your mouth, you feel a soft touch on your back. still not being fully there, you jump; gasping in horror. "y/n! y/n! its me!" your husband yells as he goes to touch you again, trying to comfort you without startling you anymore than he already has. "sweetheart its okay, everything is okay." he says softer. "its me, its gi hun." in a different situation you'd laugh at him reminding you, his wife, of his name. this morning though, you just fall into his arms as you cry.

you don't have any explaining needed on why you woke up in such a panic. he does the same thing every now and then; its been happening more frequently to the both of you as you've been enwrapped with desperate attempts at finding the recruiter before the games were set to begin again. he just holds you as you cry, just as you do to him when he wakes up from a nightmare. you dont hear what hes saying as you continue catching your breath. you know its sweet comforting words being spoken softly into your hair as he supports the back of your head as you breathe into his chest; his other arm caressing your back. he cringes as he feels your chest lurch with every breath.

"just breathe, its going to be okay. you're okay, i'm here and we're home and safe. were at home." you hear him say to you as you breathing quiets a bit. "i'm so sorry." you cry into his chest. you don't what all you're apologizing for. a mix of being sorry for waking him up in such an abnormal and stressful way, being sorry for all you've both been through, as well as even being sorry for him having to watch you die in your dream; knowing he didn't actually.

mornings like these have continued to replace the slow mornings waking up in bed with your husband. before the games, the two of you would wake up in each others arms, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight coming through the curtains and resting on your exposed skin. you would stay in bed as long as possible, waking up slowly as you held each other. eventually you'd start to get up, kissing each other as one of you would try to keep the other in bed. you'd slowly make your way to the kitchen and you'd drink tea and make each other breakfast.

now, mornings looked different. a lot of times it would be gi hun waking up startled; sometimes it would be you. you could tell it bothered him so much more when you'd wake up that way. he never says it, but you know he feels responsible for you joining the game in the first place; you doing so to help him pay off his debts and for his mothers hospital stay. you try to remind him as much as possible that yes, that's true, but he's also the only reason you made it back from the game. you still stayed in bed together for a little bit; the time becoming shorter and shorter as the time crunch for finding the recruiter narrowed. and in the hotel setting you found yourselves living in you didn't exactly have a kitchen to cook breakfast.

the love you felt during you and your husband's morning ritual, raw and unconditional, has remained unchanged.

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imliterallyf7ckin9crazy · 3 months ago

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꧁⋆°𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼°⋆꧂

Squid game Season 2 men saving you when you almost die in the game

Characters: player 001, 230, 124

Warnings: canon violence, near death experience, toxic relationships, drug use, mention of suicide, romantic tension, f! Reader

A/N: this is no diss to anyone bc I respect the grind, I truly do, but everything I see of squid game is nsfw. I have to HUNT for sfw shit. I just gave up and just read everything anyways. So I’m trying to balance the scales a bit for rn. Again no diss bc yall nsfw writers COOK.

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ᏢᏝᎯᎽᎬᏒ 001

(Weird ppl attacking you in game)

- ok so for this one I’ll say that you are just a average player in the games he happened upon. You two met because you were on the ‘X’ team, and more specifically in gi- Huns group.

- he normally is pretty resistant to the ‘worthless sob stories of the poor’ as he puts it. But for some odd reason, yours got to him

- thrown out of home, forced to survive and fend for yourself out in the streets, hopping from job to job because you can’t pay rent on time 8/10 and you get evicted. Pulling loan after loan to keep yourself afloat, and even that is starting to fail you. You are at the very end of the road and if you can’t manage to leave here without some money you are 100% fucked. You genuinely think the only way out of the hole you’ve dug is either a miracle in here or checking out of life manually.

- in-ho LOVES sad wet cat type people, he can’t help it. And even though he’s heard basically the same stories from hundreds of people yet somehow you stuck with him

- life was unfair to you, you were cast out. If that didn’t happen, you wouldn’t have to be living “like garbage”. Almost everyone else put themselves in their financial hole, you started in one. Not fair, see? He’s doing so much mental gymnastics and logistical jumping to validate himself. You’re different, you don’t count.

- you really weren’t a extremely strong individual , you didn’t draw attention to yourself like many of the others, you didn’t argue much or ask many questions. You came with a goal. And he respected that.

- after game two though, the marathon, you and many others decided it was time to call it quits. So you voted ‘X’ with gi-hun and everyone else. And surprisingly in-ho, or young-il as he named himself, also picked ‘X’

- you both didn’t really talk much besides maybe a few sentences to each other about how your group was meant to survive. But after the second vote, having a X on your shirt also meant having a target on your back. And being the “minding my own business” type it doubled that factor.

- a group of three people, two guys and one girl approached you. Sorrounding you and pestering you on your vote. It turned to raised voices and getting in your face, to shoving from all three people as you just stood there and took it, unwilling to change votes. Though you might not fight like some others that doesn’t mean you aren’t brave.

- though as soon as young-il (for simplicity) saw those men put hands on you he was already trudging his way cross room, leaving gi-hun mid conversation to aid you.

- you were backed against the bed frame of the stacked sleeping quarters, these three lunatics yelling and shoving you, telling you that you have to vote ‘O’ “or else”. You assumed it implied you leaving this place in a box.

- that’s when young-il made it to you. “That’s quite enough” he says, eyes cold as ice and facial expression locked in stone. His posture was straight and his head was held high. Very intimidating, it’s almost like he had a military commander type vide (hahaha- odd right??)

- the girl was quick to scamper off, giving you a glare as she informs the boys she’ll be waiting by their group. The men however puff their chests out and square up a bit, and you get second hand embarrassment because young-il doesn’t even flinch or break the deadly eye contact. “Are you sure.” Is all he said. It didn’t sound like an actual question, more of a “are you sure you wanna get your ass beat in front of all these people” threat.

- they got the memo from his venomous words and slowly creeped off back to wherever they came from, looking like puppies with their tails tucked as they walked away.

- “thank you so much” you say, bowing slightly in gratitude for his kindness. He gives you a nice chuckle before lifting your shoulders back up.

- “oh no no, it’s nothing. Those boys should know better, I bet their mothers would chew their ears off if they saw their lack of manners” he jokes, earning a giggle from you.

- it makes him feel kinda fuzzy, but he compartmentalizes that feeling for when he’s alone and can process it. In the mean time he just places his hand on your lower back, guiding you back to the group where you will be safe (and in arms reach)

- this just opened a Pandora’s box of possessiveness and lies, and he doesn’t even know how it will end

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(Mingle)

- for this let’s just say that you met up with thanos for the second game, the marathon one, and yall clicked a bit, leading him to tell you that “you should stay with me and my crew, for safety”

- and so you do. What could be the harm? He’s clearly deranged and a loose cannon, wouldn’t it be better to just go along before he kills you?

- is what you originally thought. Turns out after that conversation and you joined, he really isn’t that bad to be around. When he’s high he always makes you laugh, constantly cracking jokes and making fun of people at their expense to make you smack his shoulder a bit, saying “be nice!”

- you noticed he thrives on attention, and you give it to him freely. It’s hard not to when he’s got bright purple hair, hand tattoos WITH rainbow painted nails, and he’s rapping and dancing like he was in the comfort of his own home. Plus nam gyu, the guy who lowkey bullied the shit out of you the first few days was now told to “chill out man”

- now, you were all standing on a spinning circular floor, a cute little cheery jingle being played from over the speakers. Thanos and nam gyu danced together to the music, high in ways you didn’t even know you could get. It was pretty silly though, acting like kids.

- then the music dropped, and a number was said. You had to run with that number of people into a room to live. Those left behind will die

- the first few rounds were easy, the numbers were quite high and you held onto thanos’ jacket to stay with the group. The sounds of people begging to be let in followed by being punctured with bullets rang in your mind and the number for people in groups got lower and lower, until the number was two.

- you, thanos, nam gyu and min-su all stared at each other for a moment, frozen on who to pick before thanos started throwing his head from side to side before turning and gripping your arm and nam gyus, running full speed and pulling you along, forcing you to leave min-su. Though you felt horrible once you saw his shocked little face, you just kept going. Choosing to save your life instead of feeling bad and dying there.

- thanos shoved nam gyu towards the door next to the one you were about to be tossed in, luckily he saw someone was waiting by themselves in the room, so he was safe with two. Nam gyu gave him a small nod to let him know he was safe and set to survive.

- thanos rushed you in, slamming the door behind him and peering out. This was the last round, you made it. The door beeped behind you and locked, ensuring your victory of the game.

- adrenaline was still pumping through your veins as you gazed up at him from your spot cowering against the wall as gun shots rang. You didn’t even hear the people screaming or the poor souls who were locked from the room right behind you and thanos, damming you to hell for getting to the room first as they die. “Holy shit” you say as you look at him as he smiled back. “We did it.”

- “yup” he says confidently “now let’s see how much money we earned” thanos says as he pulled open the door for the final time. Before he can step out you grab his sleeve “hey- uh thank you” you mumbled

- he could have just left you like min-su and went with nam gyu, but he chose to save you.

- “what? Nah it’s nothing. Don’t worry” he says, patting you on the head and steering you out of the room

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(Lights out fight)

- there was a obvious tension in the air, one that nearly suffocated you as you sat with nam gyu on a bed… thanos’ bed.

- the vote ended in a tie, meaning the vote was to be redone the following day. After that was announced, your friends thanos and nam gyu went to the bathroom to ‘help even out the votes’. Specifically to talk to that poor min-su they’ve been harassing non stop. Only just nam gyu came back out. Eyes blown wide and covered head to toe in thick splashes of blood. Your heart nearly died when you saw him stumbling dazed out of the bathroom. You knew SOMETHING had happened when no thanos returned safely to you.

- after that, he tried convincing you they didn’t start the fight, which you saw right through. Eventually he dropped that act and told you straight up what went down. How your friend was murdered. Nam gyu tried covering his pain up by insulting thanos and taking two of his pills from the cross he stole from him. Calling him an asshole and an idiot. Again, you saw right through.

- you brought your hand up to his face to wife some blood off with your sleeve. And he leaned right into it, sighing very very deeply as he crushed the drugs between his teeth. He held your hand to his face, which you thought was just him being cute until he started talking about how there needed to be a total blood bath that night. To ensure team ‘O’ wins and you both could keep going. You tried to pull away but his grip kept you like in your spot next to him.

- “no nam gyu, we can’t just kill these people. They are just like us they just need money-“

- “yes! That’s the fucking point. We need that danm money, can’t you see? We won’t fucking win with all those stupid fucking cockroaches leeching our money” he hisses, harsh words contrasting with his hands tracing patterns gently on yours. “We won’t win this vote with them alive, we won’t get more money with them all alive. This is the only way”

- he just kept going and going until you agreed, saying you’d at least let him go out and kill and you’d be his little look out. Only nothing can go smoothly for anyone ever here.

- while there’s lights flashing and people screaming, blood and gore being sprayed from the alive and leaking from the dead, you are trying to make out what is going on around you. You can (faintly) see nam gyu out in the room, grabbing people and ripping them to shreds with his fork, the very fork that killed thanos to be exact.

- while you were looking around for nam gyu, someone had come up behind you, grabbing you by the neck and trying to choke you out. You screamed out nam gyus name as loud as you could as the attackers grip tightened and tightened to the point where you thought your neck was bound to snap. Your vision going out slowly as all you can recognize becomes the sound of the chaos. Until suddenly you were freed, and your assaulter was ripped off you and pinned to the ground by nam gyu.

- he started repeatingly stabbing the person, blood flying onto you and him as he slit the person open. When he stopped you basically flung yourself at him, crying “thank you! Thank you!”. He just saved your life, though You could barely recognize him, he was lost completely in drug fueled blood lust and rage.

- maybe not completely you figured, as he rushed to you and scooped you up. He returned you to a bunk, telling you to hide there and wait for him. Promising you he’ll come back, that he will keep you safe. And he did, as the lights came on and the gun shots rung out, he was alive and on his way back to you

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Bet yall can’t guess who my favorite is >:3

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muzansfangs · 2 months ago

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Il nome mio nessun saprà (no one will know my name).

Starring: The Salesman x f!reader; mention to Seong Gi-hun x f!reader (platonic relationship); mention to Cho Sang-woo;

Format: multi-chapter story;

Warnings: nsfw, panic attack, anxiety, fear of being stalked, mention to gagging and masturbation, dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, language, vaginal sex, hair pulling, slight degradation kink, manipulative behavior, loss and grieving, dom!salesman, sub!reader, lying to the partner, the salesman has told the reader to call him Gong Yoo;

Plot: Before you knew it, you were the prisoner of a castle made of lies he sugarcoated with his charm, dates and the fleeting feeling you had someone to count on. You were content with your life, grateful you had found yourself someone to grow attached to amidst the chaos. He taught you to play ddakji, only for you to end in his bed. How naive you were, how sad it was you did not know his job actually consisted in bamboozling people by playing the same game in the underground. Too bad those people did not find themselves undressed, if they lost the match.

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[𝟎𝟎𝟐] 𝐇𝐢𝐦, 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲.

The dull and insistent sound of an object repeatedly banging on a solid surface was your good morning kiss. Your heavy eyelids shot open and it took you a few seconds to rationalize you were not sleeping anymore. The sound continued, your eyebrows furrowing, as you pushed yourself up on your elbows. Was someone knocking on the door?

The door. Right. Your eyes darted on the entrance and your brain began to function. Why was the door tinted black? White. It should have been white. This was not your bedroom. Your eyes flickered across the room, so minimalistic and luxurious at the same time. Yes, it definitely was not your room.

Well, awesome! Apparently, you had fallen asleep in that man’s house then. When, though? How? You remembered the intimate interaction, then you recalled nothing but small fragments of a senseless conversation you had had. Your face heated up instantly, fingers uncomfortably tugging down the sheets draped over your body and, much to your horror, you ascertained you were wearing your dress but not your underwear. Instead of being secured to your hips, the flimsy item was laying on your side.

Your eyes grew round, bare feet touching the carpeted floor, before you padded towards the source of the irritating noise. With your heart pounding in your chest, hard enough to steal your breath, you rapidly tried to fix your hair and opened the door. There he was, the hot gentleman who had offered you an expensive vintage Chianti and faked a relationship with you not to cause your face to be printed on the newspapers under the dreadful word ‘missing’.

You stood before him, nervously pushing the skirt of your creased dress further down, wide-eyed and full of questions. It made him smile and your heart dropped in your stomach. He was already dressed up, hair neatly combed, head tilted to the side, as he stared down at you seemingly amusedly.

“I was starting to get worried. Are you feeling better?” he asked you, somehow not sounding that much concerned about your well-being. If any, his remark was unnecessarily overly sarcastic. Then again, you were still feeling kind of drowsy. Your perception of the surroundings was absolutely not reliable at the moment.

You rubbed the back of your neck “Uhm, yeah, I think I’m fine. — you replied, leaning against the doorframe to formulate the first of the million of questions bombarding your mind — What exactly happened yesterday night? I mean, how did I end up in the bedroom?”.

He quirked his dark eyebrows up, a small pout exalting his plumped lips as he then invited you to follow him with a wave of his hand. Why did he look so good, even when he was clearly pitying you and your poor state? It was not like you were experiencing an attack of amnesia. What troubled you was you had blurry fragments of conversations, or events playing on repeat in the back of your mind. Obviously, you needed help to put the pieces together.

Reluctantly, you followed him to what you assumed was the kitchen. Upon crossing the threshold, were you really that shocked to land your eyes on a set of splendid forniture? You almost felt bad for climbing on one of the stools but, after shooting an apologetic glance at him, you did. Once you had taken a seat at the immense island, the man reached his hand up to the cupboard to grab a small plate and cup.

“How much do you remember, dear?” he inquired, nimble fingers opening a sugar bowl and settling it on the kitchen island before your droopy and soft eyes.

Not much. You remembered you two had kissed, that he had fingered you until you had reached your climax, then you could recall him calling you by your name before you started sobbing in his chest, blinded by the fear of the stalker knowing details of you no one you actually knew had been informed of. You truly wished you had not insulted him, or maybe even jumped at his throat during your rampage. Something in his eyes made you think the opposite.

You chewed on your lower lip, the sound of the percolator alluring you to dwell in distant memories of the Sunday mornings spent with your grandparents at their house. If you closed your eyes, you were still able to vividly evoke the scene unfolding in a familiar routine you loved. The sour aroma flinging all around the living room, when you sat on the sofa sipping on a cup of coffee with your grandmother, was one of your dearest memories. A core one, indeed. And, unfortunately, one of the things you missed and could not have back. Life did not really fight fair with you.

“If I said, or did something unpleasant to you, I’m deeply ashamed of it. I’m sorry. — you began then, watching the way he checked his wristwatch on his right wrist, eyes zeroing back on you in a split second — For an instant, when you called me by my name, I’ve assumed you were my stalker. I told you how I got the informations about Mr. Cho, right? I think someone is following me around, or messing with me, I don’t know. I think this is affecting me more than I like yo admit” you ranted, propping both of your elbows over the counter and palming your forehead in distress and an ounce of genuine remorse. You really had went bonkers yesterday night, had you not?

He did not answer immediately. Probably, he let a couple of minutes pass. Enough for your coffee to be ready.

“It is only natural to become a tad paranoid in such stressful situations. I have nothing to forgive you for” he crooned, flashing a tight smile at you, deftly turning off the boiling ring and grasping the percolator to pour the hot liquid in the cup.

Your eyes were transfixed on him, on the way he appeared to be so perfect he almost reminded you of a robot. He must have been hiding his flaws masterly. He could not be impeccable that early in the morning. It was frustrating. Yet, he was not kicking you out of his house. He was not offended in the slightest. Actually, he was making sure you ate breakfast and that you had fully recovered.

You missed someone doing that to you now that there was no one else in the world left to oh-so-annoyingly look after you.

“Tell me what I’ve said, please. You can’t act like it’s okay. I’ve been an awful guest and—”.

“You haven’t. What I saw, what you did, my dear, was nothing more than a girl having a meltdown. Now, stop apologizing and … — he pushed the cup towards you, his everlasting smirk greeting you once again — Drink up your coffee. You can serve yourself with the right amount of sugar”.

You stared at him dumbfounded, hesitantly grasping a small silver spoon to collect some sugar and drop it in the boiling coffee to sweeten its strong taste. You felt his piercing gaze on you all the time, almost studying each movement you made. The air was electric as you blew on the cup to cool it down. There was still so much you craved to know, so many questions you yearned to ask. Your eyes betrayed you for he tilted his head to the side and rested the opened palms of his hands on the smooth surface of the counter, leaning slightly forwards.

“Something’s clearly troubling you. Care to explain what?” he inquired smoothly, dark eyes capturing your gaze and breaking the unbearable silence asphyxiating you.

You took a sip of your coffee, holding the cup tightly between your hands “I was wondering if… — you began, but your words somehow failed you and you cleared your throat to encourage yourself to speak up — Why am I not wearing my underwear? Did we cross the line?”.

He shook his head, hand reaching out to draw a cowlick off of your face. The gesture seemed tender, albeit his eyes were sharp and cold as those of a shark “No, we did not. However, maybe I shall let you know the reason you are not wearing them resides in your will to continue what had started in the living room. I dissuaded you, though. I did not think you were in the right state of mind for it” he explained, not batting an eye when you choked on your coffee at the embarrassing revelation.

What the Hell did you do? Did you really freak out that much? Did you make a fool of yourself in front of the man you were attracted to?

You felt your cheeks heat up, head turning to avoid meeting his intense gaze. You somewhat had a feeling he was enjoying seeing you under pressure, but his behavior puzzled you. He was not pesting you. This man was downright direct, a smooth talker, oozing confidence and cockiness like an overflowing sink. Despite that, he did not take advantage of you. He was still treating you with due respect. You appreciated this, but you were now asking yourself how you were supposed to look him in the eye again after listening to what had happened a few hours ago.

The situation you were in had clearly taken a tool on you. It did not matter that you had stopped looking for your father. You were still tangled in a web of uncertainity, pain, loneliness and now fear. The fear of some psychopath playing with your fragilities, helping you out from the shadows, keeping an eye on you. Letting you know you were being watched and, just because he was not harming you, it did not mean he was not going to hurt you.

“Thanks” you murmured, eyes downcast, as you drank up the remaining coffee and hopped down from the stool, hell-bent on making your getaway from him as soon as humanly possible.

His hand latching around your wrist halted you. You shuddered, finally flicking your eyes up to meet his penetrating gaze. He was not smiling this time. He was too damn serious, as he stared you down the way a famished hawk pinned a mouse on the spot before pecking its skull and killing it in a instant. Were you supposed to he afraid? Was he merely trying to reassure you nothing detrimental had happened, when you were out of your mind? What game was he playing? What if he was going to hurt you, to kidnap you?

He held your gaze, circling the kitchen island before stopping in front of you, his grip on your wrist still firm but gentler now.

He was tall. Too tall for you not to crane your neck up to look at him “Hold on. — he said, thumb stroking your wrist soothingly —May I, at least, accompany you home?”.

You parted your lips, a small sigh of relief escaping your mouth as you realized he really did not mean any harm. He was the same gentleman who had protected you at the train station, the same man who had charmed you at the discotheque. Also, you felt safe, going out with him. A lift home would have not hurt you.

You smiled softly “Are you sure I am not ruining your plans for the day?”.

“You are my plan for the day, dear”.

Fuck. Here he was bewitching you again with his silver tongue. You could not help yourself, but chuckle “Really now? Are you hitting on me again?”.

He grinned, fingers finally releasing your wrist “Would you mind, if I were?”.

Your cheeks flushed up, head shaking imperceptibly, jumping into the unknown at the faintest taste of affection, of genuine attention and concern. You had sealed your fate and you had no idea of what awaited for you at the end of the road. Salty tears, the metallic taste of blood staining your teeth, tickling your tongue.

“I wouldn’t”.

You had forgotten the enthralling feeling of dolling up for someone, of dressing up to impress someone. Since he had made it an habit to drop by your dorm to pick you up for romantic dates in places you could have never afforded in your entire life, you had begun to put an unreasonable amount of effort to meet his expectations. Your were finally flourishing. A month of dating and he still had not gone beyond sneaky kisses and sensual make-out sessions in the back of his car. This man was unique, a mystery to uncover. You still knew too little about him to say you had learned enough about his life to trust him blindly. Gradually, though, he had even started to open up about himself.

And you treasured those small informations.

You had learned not to ask too many questions about his job, or private life, when he had told he worked undercover for the Government. At your silent pleading of knowing his name, he had begrudgingly given you one, but had also made it loud and clear it was not his real name. Gong Yoo. At least, you were now going to whisper that name when his lips nipped at your jugular, while he palmed your breasts through the fabric of your clothes.

You were not the type to change for a man. However, you were now far from the scared little girl who had taken a plane all those months ago and moved to South Korea with nothing but an immense sense of loneliness and the incapability to smile. You were not alone anymore and you cheerfully smiled in his company. Everyone you had grown attached to had noticed the transformation you were going through, asking you what had happened, if there was a man in your life, or if you had met your father.

All you did to quench their thirst was saying you were dating a man, nor details, neither hints about his persona left your mouth. This was the plan he had come up with to ‘protect you from potential enemies’. Your mutual agreement to keep your relationship top secret had been a wise choice. Gong Yoo seemed reserved and, on the other hand, you were not enthusiastic at the idea of people gossiping about your sentimental life. Not to mention he was right about the risks of a delinquent going after you for simply be associated with him.

He cared about you. Your safety was his top priority.

It was a Friday night, when he surprised you yet again. You were slow-dancing in his living room, one of his hand delicately resting on the small of your back, the other holding yours up, when he brought his mouth next to the shell of your ear. It was hard thinking straight, when he touched you like that.

“Do you like playing games?”.

His question left you stunned for a few seconds, your lips curving into a smile, but you refused to lift your head up and look at him. Your cheek was stubbornly glued to his chest, eyes closing as Riccardo Cocciante’s voice lulled you in a heartbreaking song your mother used to love. Distant summertime memories of car rides with you two singing along with the singer flashed before your eyes. Somehow, thinking about her, about your past life, when you were in his company, did not hurt as much as it did when you were alone. He was a placebo coursing through your veins.

“What kind of games?” you whispered, his lips slithering up and grazing the top of your head affectionately.

“Games. Did you play games, when you were a kid?”.

You chortled “Well, I did, of course. — you replied, craning your neck to inspect his face — Why are you asking me that?” you queried, a knot forming between your eyebrows as he smiled down at you charmingly, large hands leaving your body to cradle your face.

His thumbs stroked your cheekbones, his jovial smile pulling the strings of your heart with such an expertise you thought you were a puppet in his hands “Because I do. — he chimed, watching your eyes light up in curiosity — And I may or may not have come up with a way to spice things up tonight” he drawled, tilting his head to the side to assess the way you seemed to glow in glee and trepidation. Admittedly, you had been dying to bring your relationship to the next level. To be completely honest, you had been taken aback by his old-fashioned way of courting you. Albeit, you obviously did not mind it.

He did not seem to be in a hurry. He savoured each and every encounter you had had up until now. When you seemed to be particularly ecstatic about the outcome of your dates, he indulged into inappropriate steamy activities, even publicly. But he never crossed the line of burying himself deep into you, of nestling himself in your warmth. He mostly focused on your pleasure, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, shoving three digits into you, asking you to dry-hump his thigh until you orgasmed on his slacks.

You did not really mind taking things slow. It was a breath of fresh air, it was therapeutic.

Still, you knew he had a freaky side. You had caught glimpses of it, when he seemed to be on the verge of gripping your hair and force his throbbing cock in your mouth, while he was on the brink of reaching his climax. You had witnessed to the way he struggled to last, whilst touching himself, at the sight of you wearing a gag and pretending to beg for your life to feed his fantasy. You played along in his wicked, perverted scenarios. After all, it was nothing too extreme and you had to admit a certain curiosity tickled your ego.

“Oh, I see. Then show me” you stated, his dark eyes flitting towards the couch as he gestured for you to take a seat and proceeded in disappearing behind the door leading to the bedrooms.

In a matter of seconds, he was back, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he stopped in front of you. Raising his hands, he showed two paper squares at you. What was that supposed to mean? Did you have to pick a color?

“Uhm, what… I mean, besides choosing a color, what do I have to do with that?” you voiced your thoughts, instinctively reaching your hand out to snatch the red tile from his hand. He sighed, lowering his gaze thoughtfully, as if reality was dawning on him all of a sudden.

“I beg your pardon, I have forgotten you are not familiar with Korean games. This is called ‘ddakji’, a popular game among kids. — he explained, straightening his back and motioning for you to stand up — The rules are pretty simple: you settle your tile on the floor and the opponent has to flip it with his one. Before we get serious, I will show you how it is done” he offered, crouching down to put his blue tile on the parquet and retriving the red one you had picked from your hand.

You made space for him, watching intently the way he took aim and hastily, precisely, almost like a sniper, he hurled the red tile to the floor. The blue tile was flipped around, the smack of the impact echoed in the living room, catching you off guard for a second. He made it look so easy. If only you had had the chance to practice before, your chances to win would have increased.

You hummed, nodding your head, as you bent down to pick up the red tile “I got it. I think we can start, but that’s a tad unfair. — you pinpointed, shooting a side-eye at him, as he repositioned his blue tile on the floor — I have never played ddakji before. I will keep on failing miserably and you are going to gloat about your victory for days. You play dirty!”.

He smirked, hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks “Playing dirty, huh? You have no idea how dirty this is going to get”.

You faltered, lips parting, as you connected the dots. Oh, this was what he meant by ‘spicing things up’, was it not? Nevertheless, you refused to play until he explained exactly what he had in mind.

You clicked your tongue, cocking your head to the side “Oh really? Interesting. What is on stake? What rules have you come up with?”.

Gong Yoo quirked his eyebrows up, leaning down towards you just enough for his hot breath to waft over your face “You may not know ddakji, but you surely know a thing or two about ‘strip poker’, am I right? — he tested the waters, his gaze trailing down your body shamelessly — What if we apply the same scheme to ddakji? You lose, you take something off. The one who gets naked first will sadly lose” he offered, watching you regret every single decision you had made until now.

You were not against the idea of letting him pounce at you. You ached to finally feel him inside of you, to hear him animalistically grunt as he ruined you for anyone else coming later in your life. To say you were bittered by your lack of choice, though, was an understatement. You were not a sore loser. This one was just not a fair fight. You were destined to lose, to succumb, to yield to him like you were not capable of defending yourself. Impotent, yet cunning, you eventually nodded your head and prepared to play the first round.

Four rounds. If you lost four rounds, you were done for. You should have not worn a simple sundress. How were you supposed to know he was going to scam you into a round of strip ddakji, though?

“I’m in” you agreed, before you took a sharp intake of air and transfixed your gaze on the blue square at your feet. You could do it. You just had to concentrate, put the right amount of force into it and flip that thing around.

Without thinking too much about it, you did it. You smashed your tile against it and, much to your surprise, it flipped the other successfully. If it was not for the music playing in the background, a still silence blanketed the room. You stood there in shock, he stared at the tiles on the floor as if you had just robbed him of his dignity. He looked almost offended, his eyes meeting yourself as he shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders made you feel like you should have apologized for what you had just done. You did not, though. You had earned your victory. Maybe it was just luck, maybe you were going to lose the following four rounds and he was going to win. It really did not matter, did it? You had won and you were not going to belittle your skills to console him.

“Congratulations, ma’am” he told you, clearing his throat and busying himself with repositioning the tiles optimally to play the second round. His voice sounded mechanical, almost as if he was used to praise people who won. How absurd it was.

The smack of your tile being flipped made you flinch and you felt your mouth going dry, as you slipped off your shoes, instead of your dress. A loss is a loss, right? But you had to choice to decide which item was going to be removed first. Why not claiming your rights?

“Wise choice” he observed pointedly, eyes raking over your form. The atmosphere was gradually shifting, the tension thick and the hunger burning in his eyes enveloping you like an incendio. He was eager to defeat you, but so were you to prove him he was not in total control. You were playing a game you had not even heard about before and, apparently, you were not even too bad at it.

You had a feeling it was going to be a wild ride.

You swept your tongue out of your mouth, tasting your cherry chopstick in the process of moistening your bottom lip. After a couple of dates with him, you had given up on the feminine urge to paint your lips properly with your favorite lipstick. You had literally walked around the dormitory with a smudged lipstick making you look like you were cosplaying the Joker.

“You sound disappointed” you teased him, glancing at him briefly, arm raising above your head to calibrate your aim. You had won once, why not doing it twice?

“Actually, I am glad you have decided to start from the shoes. If you had removed your dress right away, I would have been tempted to break the rules and I am not the type to do that” he promptly replied, your grip around the edges of the square in your hand tightening significantly. Did he really have such an high self-esteem and inflexible moral code imposing him not to deflect from rules and principles?

You took a deeper breath, squinting, before slamming your tile against the blue one. You won. Again.

A joyful smile crossed your face “Woah, I think you ought me a ‘thank you’ for having won again, then. I am preservating your morals” you replied, a smirk curving his own lips as he reached his hands up and unknotted the necktie with ease, discading it carelessly at his feet.

As he grasped his blue tile, he shot you an immodest look, sending shivers down your spine you even failed to camouflage “Probably, but I will obviously stick to the rules, dear. Correct me if I’m wrong. It really doesn’t matter, if I’m going to lose this game. — he paused, eyes darting down on your red tile, before he furiously flipped it around, making it clatter ominously on the parquet — It’s irrelevant who ends up stripping naked first. In the end, you are going to let me screw you anyway”.

You fingers twitched at your sides, brain registering his words in slow motion. He had won, you had to remove an item. But he was undeniably speaking facts. This game meant nothing. It was just another way to spend time, before you spread your legs for him. Finally, you dared to think as he stared at you expectantly. Your dress. You should have logically removed your dress first. This was what everyone at your place would have done, what he expected you to do. Imagine how surprised he was, when you instead showed him you still had the upper hand. Your cheeks were on fire, heart thrumming against your ribacage violently, when you shamelessly locked eyes with him.

Your hands slipped underneath the skirt of your dress, fingers hooking around the waistband, pulling at it until the underwear rested around your thighs. Then you began to kick them off, not granting him a glimpse of yourself to him. Not yet. Were you really going to make him work for it? Of course, you were.

“You are so arrogant” you whispered, arching your eyebrows as you stepped out of the poor excuse of underwear you had chosen for the night.

His jaw tensed and, considering the prominent tent in his slacks, you had aroused him enough to cause a strong physical reaction from him. You felt victorious in that very instant. Especially, when he pulled his gaze away from you forcefully, battling with the beast inside of him howling for you.

“Stai giocando con il fuoco ¹” he muttered.

“Who doesn’t like to get burned?”.

And you did get burned. You won again, you watched him unbutton his shirt, you basked into the celestial sight of his sculpted body, of his rock hard abs and board shoulders. But he won too. And, dear God, how much it costed you unhooking your bra from underneath the dress and remove it in that ‘magical way only women knew’. It angered him. You were purposefully starving him.

So much that his intense gaze made you falter and you lost the fourth round. His tile mocked you, his dark eyes devouring your curves now clouding over, as he stepped closer to you, deliberately leaving no room between you two. You held your breath, your hands reaching for the hem of your dress to pull it over your head, but he stopped you.

“Let me unwrap my prize” he chided you, timbre dropping a few octaves and prompting you to press your thighs together. The ache between your legs, you could feel it perfectly, and you were going insane. You needed relief, you need him to touch you.

You raised your arms up, above your head, eyes fluttering closed and focusing only on what you felt. On the way his fingers had already gripped the skirt of your dress, slowly dragging the fabric up your body, exposing your upper thighs, your intimacy, your hipbones. You shuddered, when his knuckles grazed over your ribs, your mounds, the hardened nipples. You refused to meet his gaze, not until you felt the rustle of the dress landing somewhere in the room.

It was only them, when you lowered your arms, that he grasped your chin and commanded you to open your eyes “Look at me”.

It sounded like a plain order, devoid of any emotion, but his words rang in your head like a love confession. You obeyed, eyelids lifting and focalizing him. Your head was spinning, the world a blurry, multicolored landscape around him. He had become the center of your gravity.

His thumb pressed onto your bottom lip, playing with it, toying with you like a cat would with the small animal weeping between its claws. What was the difference between you and the meal of a stray cat? You had willingly chosen your fate. You had a choice to flee, but you did not want to.

“Would you believe me, If I told you I want to fuck you in so many places I don’t know where to start from?” he said, towering over you as he glided his hands down your back, encircling your hipbones to pull your body closer to his. Your breath hitched, eloquence abandoning you when his lips were bruising yours. When had he begun to kiss you? You could not tell. You really could not and it was maddening how you only came back on Earth when he had you straddling his waist on the couch, just like the night it all started.

He cussed under his breath, when the pads of his fingers glided down your slippery folds, earning small whines from you. The stretch of his fingers into your warm channel was ever so pleasant. He was a fiend, a devil who knew the seven deadly sins and had made lust his favorite one. His other hand slided behind your neck, tongue swiping over your lips to taste you.

“Tell me, have you ever been with a man before?”.

“You should know by now I’m not a virgin” you breathed out, hands sliding over his pectorals the moment he curled his fingers into you. You squeled out in bliss, toes curling, pelvis rocking back and forth to seek your orgasm.

He chuckled, a rare sight “I’m talking about the age of your partners. — he clarified, depriving you of your climax and reaching his hands down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks — I think you just mingled with boys your age. But it is fine, I like to think you are still convinced twenty seconds is all it takes for someone to cum” he mockingly commented, squeezing your hips to prompt you to cling onto him, which you did without hesitation.

His unhinged words made you bury your face in the crook of his neck, shielding your face from his lascivious gaze. He was smirking, your lack of silence speaking volumes as he stood up, hooking his hands benath your thighs to hold you up against him. His slacks were hanging loosely around his hips, the sound of his unfastened belt clinking with each step he took sounding both gloomy and promising for the incoming event. Up in the sky, parading to the adamantine gates of Heaveb, or swimming into the scorching, boiling lava of Hell. Which was the path you were going to take?

Your back hit the soft mattress, his hand splayed over your midriff to keep you in place. You saw him tucking his free hand in the pocket of his slacks, drawing out his watter.

“Don’t move” he warned you, before his hand left your stomach, fingers trailing down towards your belly to keep you on your toes.

You were not really suprised he kept some condoms in his wallet. A few years ago, you had been warned most of the men who do this are huge red flags. He was not an exception, you knew it. However, you did what he said. You did not run away, you did not shift your position, you watched him rip the package open with his teeth and remove his pants, all the while feeling your mouth salivate like that of a starving dog.

“Tell me, dear, do you want me to fuck you?” he asked you, sitting on the edge of the bed, at your side.

“Is that even a question?”.

You did not anticipate his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair, forcing you to bend towards his lap. His other hand held the condom between his fingers, pressing it against your mouth. You shot him an inquisitive gaze, evidently demanding an explanation to what he was doing.

“Then use your juicy mouth to roll this down my cock” he instructed you impassibly, a glint of unbridled lust twinkling in his dark hues.

You felt almost degraded. Your mouth opening to protest, but you bit your tongue and took it as a personal challenge. You could do it, right? It was just a game. It was sex, nothing you could not deal with. You had even put a gag in your mouth to let him jerk off at the sight of your saliva dribbling down your chin.

“I’m not doing this just to please you. Take it as my way to… Show my gratitude for that night at the station” you said, softly taking the ring between your lips and pinching the tip of the condom to ensure there was no air in it. He stiffened, an inaudible groan erupting from somewhere deep in his chest, when you tugged the condom down his shaft. His grip on your hair intensified, a wince ripping from your throat, but you refused to pull away until you reached the base. Only then, he abruptly pulled you off of him.

“Oh really? You want to show me how grateful you are to me? Alright, ride me then. — he rasped out, lips lingering over yours, as you sucked in a sharp intake of breath — Fuck yourself on me”.

There it was. His most pervert side gleaming in the dimly illuminated bedroom, flickering in destructive lapilli shot from a volcano. In that moment, you felt like a helpless slave, witnessing to the fatal event cascading over the city of Pompeii. You had no where to go, no one to look for. You accepted your end, fiery eyes glinting in pride, heart pounding against your chest so hard you struggled to concentrate. You straddled him, your hand lining the bulbous tip of his cock to your sappy entrance. He held you close to him, hands firmly planted on your hips, fingernails biting your skin to hurt you.

You choked out a strained moan, when you gained enough courage to lower yourself down on him. The burning sensation made you utter out inchorent words he failed to understand.

“Cazzo²— O my Gosh…” you whimpered out, pausing to let your gummy walls adjust to his girth. It had been a while since you last let someone humour you among the bedsheets. To be frank, you did not recall anyone be that big. You felt it all, stretching you open inch by inch. Sweat began to bead your forehead and you cried out in a strangled moan that was sloppily swallowed by his mouth.

He was far way more controlled than you were, but not totally unaffected. His jaw clenched, before his hands squeezed your ass roughly, hips bucking up to impale you fully on his shaft. You whined, eyes growing round in a soppy sight that made him hum in amusement.

“What is it? What are you trying to babble out? Are those compliments to my size?”.

“Kind of, those were cusses”.

He grinned, squishing your cheeks together and planting a kiss on the tip of your nose “Really? Let’s make a bet. I am going to fuck you so good that, by the time I am done with you, you will forget your mother language. Oh, the Hell with that… You won’t be able to speak anymore” he crooned, making you roll your eyes.

“Let’s see”.

Gradually, you raised yourself, shuddering at the feeling of his length rubbing against your warm walls. It felt overwhelming. He was overwhelming. Was this what it meant to be with an older man? Feeling safe, but on a precipice? Was it not an addictive but destructive feeling? It was too late to retaliate. You needed him and you needed him badly, until your bones broke, until you were a writhing mass of sweat laying on his bed.

You lowered yourself back on him again, a breathy moan echoing around you. Soon enough you set a good tempo, steady and passionate. Your hands cupped his cheeks, your forehead pressed against his.

“Fuck! Just like that! There it is. — he encouraged you, breath uneven, hair disheveled, as he thrusted up to meet your movements — Let it out, darling! Let your anger out, your pain too. I can take it, I can handle it for you”.

No. No. This was bad.

He should have not said that. Flashes of your adventures in the search of your father, of your talk with Mr. Cho, of the day you saw your mother close her eyes for the last time ran through your head. Your nails scraped down his back, scratching, clawing like an animal, your teeth gritting as your pace got faster, but more desperate. He knew what he was doing.

“Don’t do that” you admonished him, whining when he bit down on your jugular.

“Doing what?”.

“Making me believe I can count on you”.

“But you can count on me. I’m here for you”.

You could not tell if he was lying, or not. You clenched around him, inner and velvet walls squeezing him up to the point he grunted out in pleasure. You lost the track of time, the moment he shoved your face down on the pillow and made your spine arch for him. Your eyes closed, lower lip wobbling as he thrusted back into you.

Unlike yours, his pace was brutal, punishing, but you loved it. You enjoyed the way he had his hand enclosed on the back of your neck to pin you down. You reeled at the feeling of his cock hitting your sweet spot hard enough to prevent you from talking anymore. You climaxed a few seconds before he did, your body aching and your mascara ruined. You heard him groan, stilling his movements and he was done. Your body ached and you were too tired to talk. All you heard was him taunting you one last time before he collapsed next to you.

“I told you I would have deprived you of your voice”.

Recruiting people was monotonuosly easy. Tracking them down, finding out informations about their lives that would have messed with their heads was even easier. It had been so long since he had enjoyed recruiting someone. Let alone slapping them.

But this was a whole different story. This fucking man, that bastard, had triggered something into him.

He failed, he smacked him harder than he had ever hit anyone in his entire life. The moment he had decided to be an asshole with the wrong person was the moment he had decided this bastard did not deserve redemption. He did not deserve jail, but death. Presumptuous and a felon. How could he deem himself in the position to mistreat a person in need?

Smack.

The sound of the glasses clattering on the concrete was music to his ears.

“Again” Cho Sang-woo declared, composing himself quickly, ignoring the curious passerby who was horrified by the scene unfolding in a public area. He was more than glad to comply to his request.

Welcome to the games, Cho Sang-woo, player 218.

Author note.

Hello there! Thank you for the attention you have reserved to the first chapter of this story. I wanted to publish the second part sooner but life got in the way! I love to read your comments and impressions, therefore do not refrain from expressing your opinions! You could say things are going up (but the reader doesn’t know they are actually going down, poor little star). Anyway, I hope you don’t mind I have decided to give the Salesman his actor’s name. I came up with the escamotage of ‘he gave you one but warned you it is not his real name’. Deal with me! Also, if you wish to be tagged in the next parts, please I need to read in your bio your age! ✨

P.S.: the song they were listening to was “Era già tutto previsto” by Riccardo Cocciante. For a better experience, here it is:

Thank you again,

Luce.

VOCABULARY.

1. Stai giocando con il fuoco: you are playing with fire;

2. Cazzo: in this specific context, ‘fuck’.

CREDITS FOR THE DIVIDERS: @cafekitsune

TAGS: @axesfordays @apookalypse @trentknd

#the salesman x reader #the salesman smut #salesman smut #salesman x reader #the recruiter x reader #the recruiter smut #squid games x reader #squid games smut #squid game x reader #gong yoo smut #gong yoo x reader #squid game smut

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wtfaniii · 2 months ago

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My boy only breaks and repairs

Summary: When he found you, you were drowning in debt and sadness, he took your heart and made sure to put it together piece by piece until one day… that same man breaks it once again

Warning: age difference, not much, death, I wanted to write something sad, sorry, I was listening to the night we met while doing this.

Hwang In-ho x fem reader Sang-Woo's daughter

He promised you to come back, that he would not do anything reckless, but he never did, you knew that your father loved you despite the hard life he led, you knew that despite his firm and indifferent attitude he cared about you.

That's why your heart broke into pieces when a small black box with a pink ribbon appeared at your door that August morning. It was a bitter presentation for what that box contained, inside were your father's broken glasses, the glass was smashed and one of its supports was broken in half.

It was easy for you to deduce that something bad had happened to him, that he would probably never come back.

You were right.

That morning you collapsed hugging the broken glasses to your chest, trying to hold on to a vague memory where you were still happy with him, when you were still four years old and he carried you on his shoulders while you ate ice cream.

Your world fell apart that day, your grandmother couldn't talk to you again because you couldn't look her in the face knowing that her son was dead and not being able to tell her just so she wouldn't go through the same pain as you.

Despite your deep pain, the same people who followed Sang-Woo so that he would pay them what he owed them did not stop, they followed you for weeks so that you would pay, they did not believe you when you told them that he was dead, they thought that you were helping him hide, so all their threats and warnings fell on you.

A year later you were just as desperate as your father, his debts accumulated and your life was in danger, you were going to give up, you wanted to end the suffering you were going through so without having a completely clear mind you stood on the edge of a bridge in the middle of the night.

But just when you wanted to push yourself forward someone came from behind you and pulled your hand to the opposite side, making you fall onto the cold and wet pavement.

You quickly stood up, believing it was one of those thugs following you, but as soon as you looked up you saw a man completely unknown to you.

But you were not a stranger to him.

After the games in which player 456 was the winner, In-ho was curious about player 218, the most intelligent and cunning man he had seen in years. ¿How was it possible that when he was about to win, he decided to redeem himself?

he thought him was stupid.

But after having done extensive research on him, he came to the conclusion that he was not stupid, he was just a poor man desperate to survive but also motivated by his daughter who was waiting for him at home, Sang-Woo knew that if you found out the horrible way in which he obtained money, betraying and killing his friends and innocent people, you would never forgive him ¿What kind of example was he going to give you? That's why in his last breath he asked Gi-hun to take care of you, unfortunately the winner was also too traumatized and hurt to keep that specific promise.

So In-ho decided take the promise, something he had never done, he investigated you and reached out to you, he believed that giving you a memory of your father would be enough to calm your anguish, that's why he left you the glasses, but seeing that this caused your descent into sadness even more he decided to take a more drastic measure.

—¿Who are you? —You asked, looking at him carefully, he could see the mix of emotions you were experiencing through your tired eyes.

—I met your father

In-ho took a step closer to you and extended his hand, waiting for you to take it.

It was a small gesture but significant, no one had given you a hand to help you stand up in a long time, you hesitantly accepted the gesture and took his hand to get up but as soon as you did the tears escaped your eyes and that was when In-ho realized how broken you were.

You realized what you were about to do, the weight of your own actions fell on your shoulders and you realized how much your father missed you.

—I miss him a lot... —You murmured through tears as this man held you in his arms.

In-ho's heart squeezed in his chest when he saw you like that, it was strange, he barely knew you but inevitably the memories of his own pain after the death of his wife settled in his mind, he knew that feeling that the world was falling apart, as if millions of blades were stuck in his body every day, each memory and the impotence of not being able to do anything to end that feeling.

He didn't say anything, he knew you didn't want to hear encouraging words, you just wanted comfort and a shoulder to cry on, he connected with you through that pain, he silently hugged you and let you vent until you were tired of crying.

He told you his name, he gave you comfort, security and help, you were in a vulnerable moment and somehow that felt like the greatest gift anyone could give you.

He gained your trust and when you least realized it, you already loved this man who could be the same age as your father.

In-ho knew that seeing you in the city was dangerous, his brother knew who he was and what he did, if he found him it would be the end of an entire empire, so he asked you to accompany him to the island.

You hesitated a little but you finally accepted, you had nothing to lose and you definitely didn't want to be alone again, you hated the simple idea, your brain and all your instincts told you to oppose that request but your heart made the affirmative decision, you accompanied him.

You didn't know what he did, In-ho made sure to keep that part of his life a secret and told you that his job was a small organization that raised money funds to donate to those in need, what a bullshit lie.

Soon you began to smile more often, an expression on your face that you thought was dead, for In-ho your smile became a small ray of light that illuminated his dark life.

One day like any other you entered him office with a radiant smile and a yellow spring dress decorating your body.

—Well… ¿What do you think? —You asked, spinning on your heels in front of him, letting the bottom of your outfit rise a little in the air.

—You look beautiful —He admitted, looking away from the paperwork that filled his desk, documents about upcoming games but that you ignored —Yellow is your color.

You smiled happily at him and walked towards his desk, cautiously he hid some papers under others and let you hug him from behind as you usually did, your arms were warm and this way he could smell your wonderful perfume.

—¿Why can't you come with me? —You asked, leaving a kiss on his neck and hugging him closer to you, as if you never wanted to let him go and it was partly true, you clung to him as if he were your support for this life.

—I have a lot of work but I promise to go next time.

It was your father's birthday and you wanted to go visit him at the cemetery, although you put an empty box it was a way to honor and remember him, In-ho was the one who motivated you to do this because it also gave you a certain peace knowing that wherever your father was were sure that he knew how much you missed him.

—I'll be back in a few hours —You responded by leaving a warm kiss on him cheek.

Even though In-ho wanted to send some guards to take care of you, he knew that would be a risk, you could ask and discover the whole truth and that was the last thing he wanted, he believed that keeping you in ignorance was the best to protect your hurting heart.

You took a boat to leave the island and when you reached the mainland millions of memories hit your mind like a huge wave during a storm, you needed In-ho by your side but you recognized that you couldn't depend on him at all times, you also had to learn to manage these complex emotions that still threatened to sink you.

You bought a couple of flowers and headed to the cemetery where a tombstone was waiting for you on top of an empty place, deep down that still tormented your soul, not being able to find him to give him a dignified burial, not being able to hug him one last time or see him to say goodbye in person.

When you arrived at the sacred place you gave him a small bow and sat down in front of him.

—Hey… Sorry I didn't come earlier… —You said seeing the name "Cho Sang-Woo" written in stone —I just wasn't ready to come yet… Now I'm fine, I'm trying to move forward… In-ho, a friend of yours arrived at the moment when I needed someone the most, as if you had sent him.

A small smile appeared on your lips at that idea, a completely wrong idea of what reality was.

—Happy Birthday… —You murmured with teary eyes, leaving the flowers on the tombstone, you sat there for a few more minutes talking to him to relieve your heart, somehow you managed to feel accompanied but you also constantly wondered what happened to him.

You said goodbye to him and walked through the cemetery until you reached the columbarium where the memorial of In-ho's previous wife was, he told you about her, he showed you that side of his life that had suffered a great loss just like you.

You respectfully approached the space where her name was carved in stone and you also left her a white flower that you had bought specifically for her, you didn't know why In-ho hadn't visited her in years, he told you himself and you didn't ask because you thought it was a wound that hadn't completely healed yet, however, the real reason was more than just pain.

Suddenly a male voice made you jump a little in your place.

—Excuse me… ¿Are you familiar? —When you turned your head you found a young man with straight black hair who looked at you curiously.

—Ohh no... I just... I heard about her —you explained with a soft smile, stepping aside to see him better and allow him to approach the niche —¿Did you know her?

—She was my brother's wife.

Him response caught you off guard, In-ho hadn't told you about any brother but you didn't question either, instead you smiled kindly and greeted him with a small polite bow.

—¡Oh! You are In-ho's brother —You said after introducing yourself with your name and ends with "In-ho and me are close"

Jun-ho looked at you with surprise, as if naming him had made some 'click' in his head, his silent gaze intimidated you so you bowed a little again to say goodbye and leave there but before you could take any steps him hand on your arm stopped you, making you even more tense.

—You should stay away from him, it's not safe for you.

—¿What? ¿Why?

—¿Do you know where he is now? ¿Where do you know him from? —The questions he asked you mixed with the firm grip on your arm raised some kind of alert so you pushed him to let go.

You didn't know him, you didn't know why he said that to you and you didn't trust him, so you left there walking as fast as could but behind you heard a "Stay away from him"

While you returned to the island on the boat you laughed internally at that strange encounter but as the minutes passed and you analyzed him words better in your head, doubt settled in your body, you trusted In-ho, you believed all the things he told you so blindly that you were sure that your father would be disappointed, he taught you to be intelligent and not let yourself be guided by anyone who speaks to you with nice words.

You never investigated him supposed organization further and you hadn't realized until now how much security he had on the island for it to just be a charity.

It was strange, even the time he saved you on that bridge, ¿how did he arrive just in time? It was almost one in the morning and few cars were passing through that area ¿Was he following you? he said he knew your father ¿how come he didn't even know your last name?

Your mind began to turn and turn the situation, your stomach turned and once again that feeling of anguish that had not been in you after a long time was present, meanwhile In-ho took advantage of the time you were gone to organize the next games quickly and safely, with you on the island it was difficult to do it without you discovering it but one of the many advantages it had was that you rarely questioned what they were really doing there.

Maybe it was because for you he was a hero, a ray of hope that came to take you out of your misery and without realizing it «or maybe he was too coward to admit it out loud» he took advantage of that to have you right where he wanted, like a good girl who didn't ask dangerous questions, you stayed right where he allowed you and went out whenever he wanted you to.

It was incredibly easy how could take a person drowning in their suffering and mold them into own world.

But now that you had doubts you weren't going to stay still, thanks to Jun-ho you would now start questioning everything he did.

Something that started to be a problem.

Until one day you finally discovered it, you woke up in the middle of the night and walked in silence to him office where you found a folder full of photographs and data of people who were just as drowned in debt as Sang-Woo was, but you did not stop there in your investigation, it was night, him guards in pink overalls that at some point you saw as security you now saw as hunters from whom you had to hide, cautiously, you moved through all the corridors until you reach a floor with golden and gray tones.

You walked in silence through each of the rooms and inspected every thing and compartment there without knowing that In-ho had already woken up when he did not feel your presence by his side.

You watched without stopping and the further you advanced your heart squeezed in your chest, this was not a charity, it was a slaughterhouse.

And the worst of all was that the man you trusted, the man you slept with, kissed and touched with love was the one who pulled the strings in this place.

You arrived at a dark room full of documents perfectly arranged by year and number on shelves, each sheet contained data about the previous people who arrived on this island and they were forced to play children's games with the promise that if they got out of there alive they would win a lot of money.

Your hands were shaking and you could practically feel your heartbeat in your throat.

Until you reached the section about the year your father disappeared, your heart stopped for a fraction of a second and your hands could barely hold the page you were reading in silence.

"Cho Sang-Woo, player 218, removed"

A painful moan escaped your throat as you looked at the photo of your father along with his information with eyes full of tears, you tried to remain silent and to drown your tears you bit your hand until felt the characteristic metallic taste on your tongue.

Your body shook and your breathing began to fail, you were scared, disappointed, overwhelmed and angry, In-ho had lied to you, he knew perfectly well what happened to your father and he pretended to be another friend in your life.

Once again your heart broke into millions of pieces.

In-ho had become vital in your life, you didn't know whether to hate him or love him, he hugged you every night when you woke up crying because of the pain of loss, he motivated you to get up and not let the suffering consume you, he even opened up to you and told you about his deceased wife.

You wanted to scream but instead you just stayed on the ground, biting your hand to suppress your cry, with your body shaking and breathing failing, you felt like you had been stabbed in the back.

You didn't even notice when In-ho walked up behind you with a loaded gun in him hand and a mental battle in his head.

You thought you knew him but in reality you had no idea what he was capable of doing.

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