#gi-hun x sang-woo

[odetokeons]

cho sang-woo took a look at the narrative, asked 'is anyone gonna haunt that?' and then did not wait for an answer

+ bonus (him actually haunting gi-hun the narrative)

[midnight--sadness]

gihun collecting deranged homicidal freaks like infinity stones

bonus:

[motteteto]

all my friends are heathens.

[001x456]

this parallel is scaring me because if it was done on purpose then I fear there's a possibility that in season 3 we will see a fight between gi-hun and in-ho (like gi-hun and sang-woo in the final round in season 1) where in the end gi-hun refuses to kill in-ho (I doubt gi-hun will outright forgive him, but maybe he will try to tell in-ho to go home to jun-ho, that it doesn’t have to end in death) and when gi-hun tries to offer his hand to help lift in-ho up, in-ho will pull the same stunt sang-woo did and kill himself to maybe save gi-hun or jun-ho. something about "small sacrifice for the greater good"

:(

[canonically47]

what's with squid game and toxic/doomed yaoi and doomed yuri?

[october782]

They want these cookies so badly

[yellowwwcrayon]

Gihun - me and the bad bitch I pulled by being so pathetic and incompetent that they had to take pity on me

(if I had a nickel for every time an intelligent ruthless character fell for this dumb/cute himbo man child (and sad sweaty meow meow), I'd have two nickels? Not a lot, but still weird that it happened twice in one show.)

[somin-yin]

Seong Gi-hun has a type...

The pattern is there 🤷‍♀️

[nadloves]

My Favorite Squid Game Fanfict

Cho sang woo

Dating headcanons

Million dollar man

Sad girl

More than anything.

Front man/Hwang In ho

Round and round

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

Crossroads

Hey, brother

“the rebellion”

“too sweet for me”

“love is a losing game”

“once smitten”

The Midnight Misunderstanding

Kang dae ho

My good looking boy

The kind of guy (headcanons)

Our cafe in jeju

A Welcome Distraction , We're okay

Fool in love

Resurface

A dept to the heart

HEARTBEAT

Salesman

The kind of guy (headcanons)

Me & my husband

100 loaves of bread.

Hwang Jun ho

headcanons

a partner’s wrath

Hey, brother

thanos/choi su-bong

we're venus and mars, we're like different stars

[bl1ssfulelleon]

Hwang In-ho: “I’ll betray everyone, including you, Gi-hun.”

Cho Sang-woo: “I’ll betray everyone, except you, Gi-hun.”

toxic yaoi & doomed yaoi yum!!

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ million dollar man ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x girlfriend!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place in an alternate ending for squid game where sang-woo wins instead of gi-hun! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ it had been over two weeks since you last heard from cho sang-woo. no calls, no texts, not even the smallest acknowledgment of your existence. the silence weighed on you, growing heavier with every passing day. sang-woo, your long-term boyfriend, the man you had imagined spending the rest of your life with, had seemingly vanished without explanation.

˚ ༘♡ he was everything you had dreamed of, handsome, intelligent, educated. in your eyes, he was near perfect. you had moved to south korea a year and a half ago. the two of you met only a month after your arrival in seoul. you were standing at a convenience store counter, struggling to buy an iced coffee before work. the cashier’s words blurred into a language barrier you couldn’t break through, leaving you flustered and embarrassed.

˚ ༘♡ then there he was. cho sang-woo, with his neatly pressed suit and square-rimmed glasses, stepping in to translate with a calm assurance that immediately put you at ease. he went further and insisted on paying for your coffee, brushing off your protests with a polite smile. “you can pay me back with your number,” he had said, his tone light but his warm gaze unwavering. you gave it to him without hesitation, your heart racing as he walked away with a casual, confident stride that lingered in your mind for days.

˚ ༘♡ what followed was akin to a fantasy. your first few dates were sweet and unassuming, dinners at cozy restaurants, walks through bustling markets, late-night phone calls that stretched into the early hours of the morning. before long, it became more than casual. he wasn’t simply a charming man in a suit, he was someone you trusted, someone you leaned on. yet, as your relationship deepened, so did the flaws.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo treated you well in many ways. he insisted on paying for meals, even when you protested. he offered to help with rent when he noticed you were stressed about expenses. his job at joy investments afforded him a lifestyle of financial stability, one that he willingly extended to you. however, beneath his polished exterior, there was an undeniable distance.

˚ ༘♡ it started small, little things that nagged at you but seemed too insignificant to bring up. his phone was always locked, the screen flashing dark whenever you glanced at it. he would leave suddenly, without warning, offering only vague explanations that never quite satisfied your curiosity. “work,” he would say, brushing off your questions as though they were irrelevant. and no matter how many times you pressed him for the truth, he never admitted anything.

˚ ༘♡ those moments of secrecy chipped away at your trust, leaving an uneasy ache in your chest. you told yourself it was nothing, that you were overthinking. but the fights that erupted when you brought it up told a different story. his calm facade would crack, and he would grow defensive, his words sharp and cutting. “don’t you trust me?” he had asked more than once, the accusation in his tone a slap in the face.

˚ ༘♡ despite the arguments, despite the unanswered questions, you loved him. you loved the way he smoothed a hand down your back when you were upset, the way his voice softened when he called you by name. you loved the rare instances of vulnerability he let slip, the heartfelt glimpses of the man beneath the polished exterior. you loved him enough to forgive, enough to overlook the secrets that cast shadows over your relationship.

˚ ༘♡ as you sat alone in your apartment, staring at your phone with an empty inbox mocking your worry. two weeks of silence was unbearable. the man you loved, the one who had promised to protect you, had left you with nothing but questions and a ache where his presence used to be.

˚ ༘♡ the doorbell rang, cutting through the quiet of your apartment as though it were a sharp blade. it wasn’t merely unusual, it was unsettling. who would come at this hour? you glanced at the clock on the wall, its glowing numbers reminding you that it was well past midnight. your stomach churned uneasily as you stood up, your fatigue from a long shift at the café clinging to you.

˚ ༘♡ working from sunrise to sunset every day had worn you thin, but you had refused sang-woo’s offers to help you financially. he had already done so much, given so generously, and the thought of taking more was crossing a line you couldn’t bring yourself to breach. it would be an abuse of his kindness.

˚ ༘♡ the hallway was dark as you approached the door, your bare feet silent on the cool floor. you hesitated before unlocking it, your hand hovering over the latch. “hello?” you called out cautiously as you cracked it open, peering into the dimly lit corridor.

˚ ༘♡ before you could register what was happening, a hard shove sent the door crashing into you, knocking you backward. you stumbled, barely managing to catch yourself against the wall. your heart leapt into your throat as the figure who had forced their way inside quickly shut the door behind them.

˚ ༘♡ your confusion turned to disbelief as the light from your apartment fell on their face. it was sang-woo.

˚ ༘♡ his chest heaved with each labored breath, his shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned at the collar, his dress pants scuffed and slightly torn. his glasses, the ones you always teased him about for making him look too serious, were nowhere to be seen. instead, his face bore the evidence of recent hardships, bruises, faint scars, and scabbed-over cuts that marred his formerly pristine appearance. even his hands, the ones you’d grown so used to seeing holding a pen or a glass of wine, were scratched and battered.

˚ ༘♡ he looked like he had aged years in the short time he had been gone.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you stammered, your voice unsteady with equal parts confusion and fear, “what the hell are you doing? it’s the middle of the night, and… why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

˚ ༘♡ he opened his mouth as if to respond, but the words didn’t come immediately. instead, he leaned against the door, his shoulders slumping as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “i…” he started, his voice hoarse and raw, but he seemed unable to finish.

˚ ༘♡ without warning, he crossed the room in a single stride and pulled you into a tight embrace. his arms wrapped around you with a desperation that felt almost suffocating, his head burying into the crook of your neck as he clung to you.

˚ ༘♡ you stood unmoving, the shock of his sudden appearance warring with the affection of his touch. part of you was relieved beyond words to have him back, while another part was angry. angry at his disappearance, at the unanswered calls and texts, at the fear and doubt he had left you to wrestle with.

˚ ༘♡ “i missed you,” he murmured against your shoulder, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.

˚ ༘♡ his words tugged at your heart, but they weren’t enough to quell the storm of questions brewing inside you. “sang-woo,” you said, your voice softer now but still laced with frustration, “what’s going on? where have you been? what happened to you?”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer right away, his grip tightening, as though the very act of holding onto you could keep him grounded. his breath was unstable, his chest rising and falling against yours in a way that betrayed the turmoil beneath his silence. the room felt oppressively quiet.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo!” you exclaimed, your voice sharp, desperate for clarity. the sound seemed to jolt him, his body stiffening before he reluctantly pulled back.

˚ ༘♡ his hands were shaking as he reached into his pocket, the movement clumsy and hurried. when he withdrew, he thrust a thick stack of cash into your arms, one hundred million won, neatly bound and unnervingly out of place in your modest apartment. the weight of the money startled you, as you stared at the crisp bills in disbelief.

˚ ༘♡ “listen to me,” he said, his voice shaking but steadfast. “after this, after i take care of everything, i’ll buy us a beautiful home. somewhere quiet, somewhere safe. hold onto this for now.”

˚ ༘♡ you blinked at him, your mind struggling to process the sudden shift, the money heavy in your grasp. “sang-woo,” you said, your tone rising with vexation and confusion, “where did you get this money?”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer, his eyes avoiding yours, and that only fueled your frustration. “tell me!” you demanded. “where have you been? do you have any idea what I’ve been through? i thought you left me for another woman or fled the country!”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw clenched, his expression fading as guilt flashed across his face, but he said nothing.

˚ ༘♡ you pressed further, your voice strained with a mix of hurt and fury. “i talked to your mother. she said you haven’t called her in ages! i went to your work. they haven’t seen you in weeks! your friends? same thing. no one knows where you’ve been!” your hands tightened around the cash, your knuckles white as your chest heaved with the distress of your tone. “how could you do this to me? how could you leave without a word, without an explanation?”

˚ ༘♡ his silence hurt more than any words could have. he looked at you, his expression a painful mix of regret and something darker, something you couldn’t place. his lips parted as if to speak, but he hesitated, the words caught somewhere between his chest and his throat.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you whispered, your voice trembling as tears began to sting your eyes. “please. i need to understand.”

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll tell you everything soon, i promise, sweetheart,” sang-woo murmured, his voice unsteady, as if it pained him to speak. his hand, calloused and trembling, reached out to rest gently on your cheek, his touch delicate. your heart ached as you met his gaze, those dark, exhausted eyes glistening with unshed tears. it was a look so raw, so unfamiliar.

˚ ༘♡ “you have to trust me,” he said, his tone soft but pleading. “you have to listen to me. i’ve already given you what you need to cover your expenses.” his hand lingered against your cheek for a monthly moment before falling away, his fingers curling into a fist at his side. “i have urgent legal and business matters to deal with, but once they’re resolved… we’ll have the life we’ve dreamed of. everything we’ve talked about.”

˚ ༘♡ his lips brushed against your forehead, the kiss light but filled with a quiet desperation that made your chest tighten. “nothing could ever keep me from you,” he breathed, the words barely audible. “promise me you’ll do as i ask.”

˚ ༘♡ everything about this felt wrong, the way he avoided your questions, the haunting exhaustion in his voice, the bruises that lined his hands and face. you wanted answers. you wanted to demand he tell you everything right then and there, but the way he looked at you, so broken, so unlike the composed sang-woo you knew, kept you from saying anymore.

˚ ༘♡ uncertainty clouded your mind, nonetheless you nodded, your voice hardly above a whisper. “i promise.”

˚ ༘♡ his shoulders sagged slightly at your answer, the tension in his body loosening, though not entirely disappearing. “good,” he said softly, almost to himself. he was still nervous, his eyes darting toward the door as though expecting someone to burst through at any moment.

˚ ༘♡ “i have to go,” he said, his voice tinged with reluctance. “but i’ll come back. i swear, okay?”

˚ ༘♡ “okay,” you replied, unsure but unwilling to push him further.

˚ ༘♡ he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a fleeting, tender kiss that left you yearning for answers. then, without another word, he turned and left the apartment, closing the door behind him.

˚ ༘♡ you stood there, the silence of his absence pressing down on you, dread engulfed your thoughts. your mind churned with questions, with doubts, but one thing was certain, you were relieved, no matter how strange the circumstances of his return, to have seen sang-woo again. the agonizing ache in your chest told you that his departure had left you with far more questions than answers.

a/n: my first sang-woo fanfiction!! is it controversial for me to say i love his character and he’s my favorite one in squid game? please let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

[katestuliy]

He would be proud

[midnight--sadness]

seong gihun in squid game textposts

+

(bonus: saebyeok)

[voxslays]

VALENTINES DAY WITH THE SQUID GAMES MEN

HWANG IN-HO

‪‪❤︎‬ Very romantic. In-ho knows how to please a woman. He will start the morning with a fancy breakfast in bed and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Once you’re done with breakfast, you two hop in the shower together (your choice if it gets steamy or not).

‪‪❤︎ Then, in the evening, he takes you to a five star, seven course, restaurant with the best view of Seoul. On the boat ride back to the island, he passionately makes out with you, draping his coat over you even if you insist you’re not cold.

KANG DAE-HO

‪‪❤︎‬ Being the sweetheart he is, he makes sure he spends the entire day with you. Dae-ho makes sure to pick up both a huge pink teddy bear (that you can barely fit on your bed) and a bouquet of bright pink and yellow tulips.

‪‪❤︎‬ Dae-ho will take you for a walk in a nearby park, under the blossoming cherry blossom trees. He is kissing you the entire time. Not in an overly sexual or rough way, but in a sweet lovey dovey way.

SANG-WOO

‪‪❤︎‬ Sang-Woo is a very busy man. Being the leader of investment in his workplace. Being the diligent worker he is—he usually works late nights and early mornings. But on Valentine’s Day? He takes the entire day off, just for you.

‪‪❤︎ Sang-Woo will make sure the day goes by perfectly smooth. He will take you to your favorite high end restaurant, watching you get dolled up is his favorite part. And when the end of the night rolls around, he makes love to you.

SEONG GI-HUN

‪‪❤︎ So sweet. Gi-hun is just a complete sweetheart with the weight of the world on his shoulders and a lot of trauma. Like he did for his daughter in season one, he would try so hard to win you one of the little prizes from the claw machines. It would be so cute.

‪‪❤︎ He would make you a home cooked meal. It may not be a fancy five star, seven course meal, but it’s made with heart, and that’s what counts. As you two wind down for the evening, he will put on a sappy rom-com as you cuddle into him.

THANOS

‪‪❤︎‬ Thanos has never been big on Valentine’s Day or love in general, until he met you. In past years, he’d usually hook up with one of his fans and call it a day, but this year? He was going to make it one you would remember.

‪‪❤︎‬ Will take you to an arcade and win you one of those cute little bears holding a heart (you know what I mean). After the arcade, he will go home and rap his heart out to you. It’s one he made over the last week, and it’s dedicated to you! It’s cringey, but cute.

GONG YOO

‪‪❤︎‬ Like Sang-Woo, the recruiter is a very busy man—especially in the weeks before the games. Whether it’s dodging Gi-hun and his team of investigators, or recruiting the correct number for the games, he has no time for himself.

‪‪❤︎‬ But that doesn’t mean when he comes home at night, he won’t make time for you. Although, he unfortunately isn’t able to afford the luxury of taking the day off, you’d best believe when he comes home he’ll show you how much he loves and missed you.

[xynoford]

Fucking Gi hun when he still was married. In their house, in their bedroom and their space making him arch his back and let out pretty moans that in no way his wife can recreate. Making their bed creak like it never had before. And all of a sudden his honey sweet moans and pleas are interrupted by the sound of keys jingling and the door opening. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hand. You heard his wife call for him but no answer. "Guess they decided to go out" she said to herself. The walls were pretty thin. You smirked and started moving your hips once again, not hard enough to make sound but effective enough to get him to silently beg you to stop. One hand holding his waist, your free hand went to his cock and started stroking him. You could hear his wife tidying up the place in the other room. 'please-" he begged you, taking his hand off his mouth momentarily, the single word he said being interrupted by a moan. You were sure his wife couldn't hear it. Nonetheless you leaned into his ear, "you are so cute trying to muffle your moans darling" you said. "But not well enough. What if your wife hears you? What if she notices that you are being fucked by your 'best friend"? What then?" Your words him squirm in your grasp. You started pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck. You know he's sensitive there. This made his hand go from his mouth to your back, desperately trying to ground himself. He came with a loud moan, a moan the whole block let alone his wife could most definitely hear. And before he could realize his mistake you heard the footsteps of the only other person in the apartment getting closer to their bedroom.

[megsvway]

i love seeing them happy

+ bonus drawing of sangwoo later that night:

this one is actually older than my inhun drawing— i just like drawing my old man yaoi hugging or whatever 🤷‍♂️