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Shattered Odds - (Chapter Nine)

Pairings: Gi-hun x reader, Jun-ho x reader, Salesman x reader Summary: Gi-hun finds himself in a high-stakes game with not only his life but the life of someone he cares deeply about. You. Can Gi-hun outsmart the salesman? Or will the odds catch up with him?

Warnings: Blood & Gore, Mention of Drugs, Emotional Manipulation, Strong Language, Dark Flirting/Mind Games, Dubious Consent (Dubcon), Obsession, Stalking

Taglist: @aesthetic-winchesters @therandomofpink @cowuies

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Chapter Nine: The Safehouse Word Count: 3,220

Jun-ho slowed down the car, switching it off. He got out of the car and rushed to your side, gently helping you out as you winced in pain. The pain only worsened out of the vehicle, bruises forming all over your skin. You both wandered down an alleyway, your pulse in your eardrums, and all you could hear was the breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The weight of what had just happened hung heavily around you. Still being able to feel the fingers of the Salesman trailing over your skin, remembering his dark voice, which further proved how much control he truly had. Beside you, Jun-ho was holding onto your arm tightly but not unkind, urging you to push as well as embodying a protectiveness over you. Though fatigue and fear weighed on you strongly, a slight sense of relief grew. You weren’t alone; you felt safe, comforted. You haven’t felt like this for a while. Not since you were with him. The Salesman. After what felt like an eternity, Jun-ho stopped at a building, a nondescript safehouse nestled between warehouses. It was very well hidden. Jun-ho knocked three times, sharp and quick, before pausing to add another two knocks.

The door opened slowly, seeing Gi-hun sticking his head out. His eyes captured surprise, he looked almost relieved. “Y/N?” Hearing his voice made your heart skip a beat. You haven’t seen him in days, and hearing his voice again, seeing his face again, took away all of your nerves.

Without time to think, you are prepared to move forward; the pull toward Gi-hun was too urgent to try and resist. But before you could take a step closer, Gi-hun had already swept forward, catching you in his warm embrace. “Y/N!” His voice broke with a soft, vulnerable tremor. “Are you okay? Please, I need to know if you are alright.” You tried to answer, but instead a ragged sob came out. It has been hours, hours of feeling nothing other than fear, anger, that built everything up within you until finally breaking through. Your knees gave way, and you felt yourself pulled closer, his strong arms wrapping tightly around you to hold you as close as possible, as if Gi-hun was afraid you might slip away if he let you go. For a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

His embrace engulfed you, his sturdy body pressed against yours, and you were soaked in his warmth and succumbed subconsciously. The familiar scent of him spread through you, it was healing. It made you feel safe. Completely makes you forget about the looming man trying to find you. You felt his hands trembling, not knowing if this was actually real. It felt too good to be real.

“I’ll be fine.” Your voice was a mere whisper. “I’m here now.” That only made Gi-hun pull you tighter into his chest, his face now buried in your hair so he could absorb every little bit of you. You could feel the way his body shook from his head to foot, how you could feel a slight dampness to your hair from his tears. “I am sorry- I will never let him do this to you again,” he whispered, his voice husky and low. You could hear the fear that mingled through his words, the brute, uncensored emotion that he used. Gi-hun, who had lost so much and had to fight so hard for survival. To live. But you were finally back. Here in his arms. The realization of what he had almost lost crushed him. “I thought he- thought he would of-,” he grieved, a sob breaking in his voice. “Shhh…” you murmured softly, patting his back, your voice soothing him. “We won’t let that happen, Gi-hun.” His body shivered, still quaking with emotion that had long been suppressed. He slowly brought you inside while Jun-ho locked the door behind you both. You brought your thumbs up to his eyes, gently wiping the tears from his eyes. You noticed that his eyes were glossy, and his voice, barely a whisper, spoke again. “I truly appreciate having heard that from you,” he replied softly, resting his head on your shoulder.

Both of you remained frozen, for countless moments, there was nothing but the sound of breathing as you clung to each other.

Then with a jolt, he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again, brushing his fingers on your face with affection that made your heart wince. “I’m glad we found you,” he said, his voice filled with relief. “We are here for you now.” The words soothed you like nothing else, and you let out a shaky breath, trying to ground yourself in the moment. “Thanks for never giving up on-”

RING. The phone in your pocket rang, causing you to jump. A sudden reminder that this nightmare was far from over.

Gi-hun’s face shifted abruptly, his gaze hardening as soon as he saw that it was an unknown caller on the screen. Their attention went back to you, rubbing your hand to make sure you are ok, while Jun-ho carefully took the phone from you. Jun-ho accepted the call and then switched it to speakerphone. At once, the all too familiar, dark, mocking voice came through the line.

“Hello, darling. How has my girl been?” The Salesman's voice made you freeze to the bone. Gi-hun clenched his fists, his body tensing at the sound of the voice that had haunted not only his life, but yours too. He looked at the phone as if he was ready to attack. You swallowed hard, trying to hold back the bile of nausea that rose in your throat. “What do you have to say?” you demand, your voice sharp and fierce even if fear made its way to your chest. His laugh filled the room, it was low and ominous. “You know exactly what I want, Y/N. You have always known,” there was a slight pause. “Why don’t you be a good girl and come back to me. You know I can make it worth your while.” “Not fucking happening,” you struck back. “I am not playing your stupid games anymore. Find another victim to pleasure yourself with.” “Aw, come on, you most certainly are,” he cooed. “You always play, whether you want to admit it or not. Otherwise….why do I still taste you on my lips?” Everything in the room seemed to come to a standstill. You noticed Gi-hun’s face contorted with anger. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, however, the Salesman’s voice interrupted him. “She never told you, Gi-hun, did she?” The tone in which the Salesman spoke was almost too casual. “In that case, I guess I’ll let you into our little secret. Lucky guy you are though, those lips feel-” “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” Gi-hun yelled. “Aw, am I hitting a nerve? I wouldn’t want to ruin a lovely couple’s relationship,” he said in a teasing manner. Gi-hun’s eyes immediately locked onto yours. You were shaking from the grief of what just happened, you couldn’t lose Gi-hun. You truly loved him. He was good for you. He was your rock. “Y/N? Is this true? Did you kiss him?” Gi-hun said softly. You broke out in a small sob, looking down. “Yes.” The room was silent apart from the Salesman chuckling in the background. Clearly enjoying this. “I had to do it, Gi-hun, otherwise he would of-” “OTHERWISE WHAT Y/N?” Jun-ho narrowed his eyes. Before you could say anything else, he intervened. “Otherwise, he would have seen me,” Jun-ho said. “Remember when I called you at the restaurant, he nearly saw me, so Y/N kissed him. It gave me enough time to leave unharmed.”

“I’m sorry, Gi-hun.” You start to sob out. “I forgive you, my love,” Gi-hun whispered while gently kissing your forehead. You heard the Salesman sigh. “If only that stupid detective wasn’t there. No matter. I’m on my way, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

The call abruptly ended with the faintest click.

“Damn,” Gi-hun said hoarsely, his face getting more angry by every second.

“Y/N,” Jun-ho murmured. He gently took hold of your hand. “He’s tracking you.” “WHAT, HOW?” you yelled in fright. “He said that he is on his way. Think Y/N, was there ever a time when he could have placed a tracker on you?” Both Gi-hun and Jun-ho looked at you. Think, Y/N think. Then, like a flood, it came to you. “He drugged me, he put a needle in my neck after he-” “Let me have a look. Alright,” Jun-ho gently interrupted. He pushed some of your hair away from your neck. His eyes flickered down to a tiny device beeping a red light beneath your skin. “I see it.”

Automatically, you raised your hand to touch your neck, and then froze, feeling a slight bump.

With dawning horror, Gi-hun’s eyes widened. “That fucking bastard,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

Jun-ho stormed to the kitchen, coming back with a knife. “This is going to be very painful. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he cautioned you, yet his hands were very steady.

Bracing yourself, you cuddled into Gi-hun’s side, tightly holding his hand.

“It’s fine. Just get it over and done with,” you muttered.

Jun-ho carved a precise line into your neck, the sharp sting making you gasp as the skin opened. Your whole body shook with discomfort.

After a tense moment, he held out a tiny flashing tracker up for Gi-hun and you to see, Jun-ho pulled it from your neck.

Without hesitation, Gi-hun slammed it on the ground before crushing the device under his heel.

Jun-ho gave you a plush towel. “Here, use this to help with the bleeding.”

You carefully put the towel around your neck. “Thanks.”

After a nod, he said in an urgent voice. “We need to go. Now," walking to the door, making sure the Salesman wasn’t already outside. “It is clear.”

Gi-hun reaches out to gently have your hand in his. You both stood up and followed.

Once you all got outside, the cool night air hit you. For a moment you were thrown back into the urgency of this situation, racing down the narrow alleys towards a parked car. It was an old sedan that blended in well with the night. Jun-ho was already getting in the front seat, scanning through the street with deep concentration.

He rolled down the window.

“Get in,” Jun-ho told Gi-hun and you, in his flat tone of voice.

Gi-hun helped you get in the backseat before climbing in after you, shutting the door after himself. The car started up as soon as he did, the engine roaring to life. He glanced over at you, hands tightening on the steering wheel. The tires screeched as Jun-ho floored it, sending them speeding through the dark streets.

Your pulse was like a hammer against your ribs, the nerves were getting the better of you. Every time you passed a shadow, your heart skipped a beat, making you brace for something. Him. The Salesman. It felt like he was still watching you.

No one spoke for a long time. The only thing that was heard in the car was the sound of its motor, and everyone’s attempt to steady their breathing.

“We’re going to another safehouse,” Jun-ho finally broke the silence, his grip on the wheel was tight, his knuckles turning white. “One that shouldn’t be compromised.”

Gi-hun gave your hand a little squeeze. His touch was warm, helping you focus amidst all this chaos. “You’re ok, right?” He was gentle but full of concern.

You nodded, although the weight of everything still sat on you. “I’ll be alright. Let’s just get to the next location.”

Gi-hun gently rubbed circles on your hand, all of his focus was on you. Ensuring you feel safe. But then Jun-ho’s phone vibrated.

Jun-ho glanced at the phone. “Shit,” he cursed before snatching it from the dashboard. His expression immediately darkened.

“What?” Gi-hun demanded, leaning forward.

Instead of an answer, he gave the phone to you.

Your stomach turned as you saw the words flashing across the screen:

Movement detected

You tapped the message, pulling up the live CCTV feed.

The screen flickered. For a moment, everything looked normal, exactly how you left it.

Then, motion.

In the background you noticed a shadow darken.

You inhaled sharply, knowing full well who it was.

The Salesman stepped on screen, his walk was unrushed. He was not searching, He knew you were gone. He was enjoying what he was doing.

Your blood ran cold as his dark eyes turned on you, his attention diverted to the camera, where Gi-hun and you were watching.

That slow smile flickered across his lips. Before he raised a hand-

And waved.

The movement was casual, as if this was some kind of game, as if he knew you were watching.

You recoiled, sharply breathing.

But he wasn’t finished, not even close.

The Salesman’s hand lowered slowly and he crouched slightly; when he straightened, something gleamed in his grip. It was a knife. Not just any knife. The knife Jun-ho used to remove the tracker.

The blood was still there, partly dried in dark streaks along the steel.

And then-

You gasped as he slowly brought the blade to his mouth.

Time seemed to slow down as he ran his tongue along the edge, licking away the blood. Your blood. You noticed his eyes closed as he did it, savouring every moment.

Shivering, you shoved the phone into Gi-hun’s hand and backed up against the seat.

Gi-hun shook, his whole body showed anger.

The Salesman smiled again, placing the knife in his suit pocket. Then, without breaking eye contact with the camera, he reached into his jacket again, took out a gun-

And fired.

The screen went to black.

“He….” Your voice was barely audible. “He kept the knife.”

Jun-ho placed the phone back on the dashboard, a thunderous look on his face. “He’s playing with us.”

Gi-hun sank his face into his hands. “That creep.”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” you whispered in a faint voice, hugging yourself.

You saw the way his eyes had followed that knife, the way he tasted it, the way he had cherished it.

It was more than an obsession. This was ownership.

Suddenly, you have never felt so hunted in your entire life.

As Jun-ho made it on a highway, your phone rang again, deafening the tense silence of the car.

All three of you stiffened, you fished the phone out and glanced at the screen. Your face was tense.

It was him.

“Guys, it is him,” your voice was shaking.

Gi-hun clicked accept on the phone. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU-”

But he couldn’t say more.

“Aww..,” The Salesman’s voice was like silk. “I just missed you.”

Your breath hitched.

“Although, I guess that should be reserved for Y/N instead.”

His voice went even lower, even more upfront and intimate.

Gi-hun’s fists clenched. “You-”

But you made yourself answer before he could. “What do you want?”

The response was a chuckle, drawn out as if savouring your distress.

“So fierce,” he observed. “No hello? No how have you been? You are hurting my feelings, love.”

You bit your lips so hard that they turned white.

“But then,” he sighed. “I guess you’re still a little traumatized from the…. tracker.”

He continued. “Let me guess, that trash detective, Jun-ho, found it. But I almost forgot- I should thank you.”

Your pulse hammered in your throat.

“Thank me for what?” You asked.

A pleased sound came from him. “Why for the gift, of course.”

“....What gift? I never gave you a gift.”

Silence.

“The knife darling,” he cooed. “The one with the delicate drops of blood belonging to you. You taste nearly as sweet as you look.”

Your stomach turned.

Gi-hun flew into a fury. “You’re a sick-”

The Salesman interrupted. “Now, now; don’t make this ugly Gi-hun.”

Jun-ho’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension. “What do you want?”

A quiet hum is heard.

“I want to see her.”

Gi-hun’s grip tightened on your fingers. “No chance.”

“Jealous?” The Salesman teased.

Gi-hun fumed with trembling breaths.

“We’ll meet at the same motel where that first game was played.”

You froze.

First game. Russian Roulette.

The night Gi-hun played against him, desperate and sweating under the dim motel lights. The night you had stepped in, changing everything.

“Pretty fitting, huh?” The Salesman sounded pleased with himself.

You swallowed hard. “And if I don’t come?”

There was a pause.

Then the most cruel detached answer-

“Then I will ensure Gi-hun and Jun-ho die in front of you.”

The air froze. Gi-hun took a long, shaking gasp. Jun-ho’s teeth clashed together.

“How can I be sure that you won’t set a trap for me?”

“Oh, darling.”

Gentle. He sounded too gentle.

“If I’d had it in my mind to take you again…”

A shiver ran down your spine.

“... I would have already done it.”

Your stomach sank.

“You’ve got two days,” he continued as if it was nothing. “If you come during that time, I won’t harm you, my dear.”

You knew he was probably lying.

He thought his next words over a bit, then gently said, “However, it was my plan to make you suffer for escaping me…”

Your hands shook in fright.

“But, hmmm, I think Jun-ho more fits that title.”

Jun-ho tensed up, speeding up.

The Salesman heaved a very long breath. “After all, he slowed me down. Can’t have that now can we?”

Your pulse was now thundering in your ears.

The Salesman was not finished.

“And maybe if I'm lucky you can lie on my chest again.”

That was enough to make Gi-hun go crazy.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH-” The Salesman was just chuckling in the background.

“Does that bother you Gi-hun? Knowing how much your precious Y/N wants me.”

Gi-hun dropped his head and concentrated on the floor before him. His jaw clenched.

You had to make yourself breathe. “Why are you doing this?”

“I thought that was obvious Y/N.”

You curled your fingers into the hem of your shirt. “Just say it.”

Nothing but silence.

Then-

“Because I like you.”

You were trembling.

“You now belong to me,” he said decisively. “I’m just trying to help you reach your full potential.”

Gi-hun gives you a worried look, tears forming in your eyes.

“You don’t even know what you’re capable of. I want to help.”

Your teeth grinded together. “I’ll never belong to you.”

Another laugh.

“Oh, honey.” he said in a teasing manner. “We’ll see about that.”

You couldn’t breathe.

“You know what you need to do.” His voice sounded way too sweet, kind. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

The line went dead.

“I must go,” you whispered.

Gi-hun turned to you, his eyes filled with fear. “No. No you don’t-”

Tears burned your vision. “I don’t want to die,” you spat out. “And there is no fucking way that I am letting you or Jun-ho get hurt because of my actions.”

Gi-hun’s face fell in agony.

In the suffocating quiet of the car, one thing was certain.

The Salesman was waiting.

A/N: If you would like to be tagged in the next chapters feel free to leave a comment, you can also suggest things you would love to see in the series.

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bipstargirl · 3 months ago

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megangovier · 1 month ago

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Well, since you're asking for a request. I've been craving a sangwoo smut😩😩

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❦ — pairing : college au! sangwoo x f!reader [ SMUT ]

❦ — warning(s) : masturebation . horny thoughts of a sangwoo .

❦ — words : 1,5k || navigation sg masterlist

author notes : if the text is like this , it means that the text is from sangwoo's pov

sitting in class listening to whatever the hell the teacher was saying in front of his class , Sangwoo glanced over his side , keeping his eye glued on that specific girl that have been stuck in his mind for awhile .

and this is not for the first time for sure .

he was known as the smartest student in his course ; always focus in class , always submit the assignment on time .

but seems like someone is stuck inside his mind that seems that can't leave his mind .

staring at her from across the room , his eyes slowly examining her features , her smooth skin , how her hair curved perfectly resting on her shoulder . his gazed move down to her plump lips , which was her lower lips was slightly bitting the upper one , with confused expression plastered on her face .

she put one elbow on her desk and leaned her head , resting on her hand , giving Sangwoo the perfect view of her exposing neck that he desperately want to mark it as his ,

he watched as her friend who was sitting next to her whispering something into her ear , making her blushing a little bit before let out an awkward laugh ,

her gazed suddenly meets with Sangwoo's , sending him an electricity through his veins , as their gazed lock on each other ,

''fuck'' Sangwoo muttered before breaking their eye contact as his face turn into a shade pink , as realised she just caught him staring on her .

his face slowly heating up as he scents her gazed was still locked on him , which make him quickly pretending as if he was reading the notes he has written on it , pushing his glasses up to his nose to cover up the embarrassment of getting caught by her .

he dared to look back in her direction , making their contacts lock on each other once again , as she was still looking at him baffled she caught someone like the Cho Sangwoo , the University Star , staring at her .

she break the eye contact , as Sangwoo keeping his gazed still on her ,

but he couldn't help but feels his pants tightening the moment he made an eye contact with her ,

something about her y/e/c that can drove him over the edge

class finally ended and he found himself staring at her as she gathering her things before she exited the classroom along with her friends ,

he was the last one to leave as he doesn't want anyone to notice his hard-on .

walking uncomfortably through the corridor , making sure his file and books covering him up as he quickly make his way to his dorm . and as soon as he step inside of his room , he flopped himself on his bed before letting out a loud sigh ,

''what is she doing to me''

Sangwoo decided to resist the urge to touch himself as he grabbed some random book that was sitting near his bed , making it as a distraction , trying to ignore his hard cock down there , hoping it will go away as he start reading the book ,

he didn't touch himself that often , he found it very unappealing and didn't want to make himself vulnerable .

he did want to , but he didn't want to lose himself trying to get off

he tried to focus on his book , flipping pages through pages trying to find something useful to read , but the only think he could think of was her ,

how she nibbling her bottom lips , how her cheeks become slightly redder when their gazed lock on each other ,

Sangwoo felt himself growing harder and found it was difficult to resist , which is he still did , he cleared his head for a sec before focusing back on the white page , trying to distract himself again

'kissing her plump lips , that would be amazing , she's probably a good kisser'

'i bet those lips would feel amazing around my cock ,'

she climbed on top of me , straddling my waist as an innocent smirk appeared on her lips , i looked up to her as our eyes lock , i swear to god she have the most beautiful eyes to gaze into ,

i felt myself grow harder underneath her body ,

before he could realise, he found himself palming through his pants , as he desperately unbuttoned it and pull it down , he slipped his hand into his boxer and let out a loud sigh as he finally get the friction he need between his legs ,

she noticed right away as she can feel something poking on her thigh , a smirk plastered on her face turning her face from innocent into a dangerous one ,

she began to grind her thick hips against mine as i brought my hands up and rest it on her waist , guiding it up and down making we both let out a moans of pleasure .

Sangwoo pulled his cock out of his boxer before began to move his hand up and down his hard cock , he threw his head back hitting the bed frame , closing his eye sighing as he finally got the friction he need down there

She began to grind faster as i held back my moans , as i don't want to seem weak infront of her ,

she stopped as she noticed i hold my moans back ,

i watch her as she unbuttoned my pants and slowly pulling down the zipper ,

she then pulled them down and slipped off her shirt and skirt ,

she got on top of me and connected our lips together moving her hand into my boxer and massaging my cock as i let out a soft moans between the kisses ,

Sangwoo moved his hand faster along his cock , spreading the pre-cum from the tip , massaging it down to the base make it as a lube , helping his hands sliding up and down easier

she take my hand in her , guiding it to behind of her back , signalling me to unclasped her bra , before she take it off and throw it somewhere in the room ,

she took my hand who were resting on her back guiding it to the front as she put my hand, on her breast before guiding my hand massaging her breast as she let out a loud moans while her hips start to grind over mine ,

she remove her hands from mine as i start to caressing her nipple and pitch it a few time before i pulled her body closer to mine and connecting our lips back as my hands was already traveling down to her hips, down to the edge of her panties , as i unpatiently slipping in down and throw her panties to the side ,

''fuck''

Sangwoo moaned out as his hand start moving faster up and down before he felt his cock twitch , giving him the sign to slowed down his movements ,

he stopped moving his hand along with his cock and rubbed a soft circle on the tip of the head , edging himself as he let out a groan at the feeling ,

she disconnected our lips , with our gazed still connected as she pump my cock a few times before lining it up against her entrance , slowly sinking down , inch by inch

half way in , she got up making my cock slipped out , before she slowly sinking back ,

she repeatedly to the action a few time until she was fully taking all of me inside of me ,

as soon as my cock feels her wall tightening around mine , i let out a loud moans as i finally , got to do what I've finally fantasies all this time , with her ,

he continues to rub his tip , but at a faster pace ,

not that he would ever admit it , but he actually enjoyed teasing , edging himself close to coming , then slowing his pace down so he didn't , it make his orgasm better than ever

she moving her hips up and down , as we both let out a loud moans , my hands palming her breast , massaging her soft skin , i pull her down towards me as i sucking her neck , leaving dark marks all over her neck , decorating it in hope to show it to the world , that she is mine , and only mine

i cupped her face and bring it to my lips , connecting it as our lips move in sync as we were the missing puzzle , moving against each other perfectly ,

she disconnected the kisses as she rest her forehead against mine , whilst her hips moving perfectly against mine , hitting her g-spot over and over again ,

''cum with me''

she let out a loud moans as her orgasm finally hits her , as i could feel her cum ran down through her thigh , she bounce once again , as i finally come to the peak ,

''holy shit'' Sangwoo groaned out as white strips of cum erupted from his tip ,

he panting heavily as he rest his body against the bed frame , spreading his hand covering the bed frame as he let out a sigh of relief ,

he stared down to his abdomen , above his still hard-on cock , filled with his cum along with the bed sheet which is also covered with his cum ,

this is what you do to him .

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starryschemer · 23 days ago

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Shattered Odds - (Chapter Three)

Pairings: Salesman x reader, Gi-hun x reader, Jun-Ho x reader Summary: Gi-hun finds himself in a high-stakes game with not only his life, but the life of someone he cares deeply about. You. Can Gi-hun outsmart the salesman? Or will the odds catch up with him? Warnings: Graphic Violence, Dark Themes, Mentions of Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Pet Names, Strong Language, Stalking. Taglist:@aesthetic-winchesters

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Chapter Three: A Salesman's Return Word Count: 1,863

Your body jolted. Gi-hun turned sharply, involuntarily stepping in front of you. A figure stood in the doorway, his breath heaving, gun raised- “Where is he?” The voice was sharp. Demanding. Hwang Jun-ho. Your heart was pounding. You’d never met him before, you knew who he was thanks to Gi-hun. The cop. The one who infiltrated the games. The man who had disappeared. But now, he was here- livid and looking for blood. Gi-hun clenched his fists, still shaking from the events moments ago. “Gone,” he spat. Jun-ho’s eyes flickered between the two of you, scanning the room. Looking at the overturned chairs, the ropes that once bound you, the blood that was smeared along Gi-hun’s knuckles. His lips pressed into a thin line. “How long ago?” “Minutes,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “He left minutes ago.” Jun-ho cursed under his breath, shoved his gun back into his holster, and ran a hand through his damp hair. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he muttered. Gi-hun’s face hardened. “You knew he was coming?” Jun-ho didn’t answer at first. He looked like he was debating whether to lie or tell the truth. But then he exhaled sharply. “I had a lead. I didn’t think he would move this fast.” Gi-hun let out a bitter laugh. “Well, congrats. You are to fucking late.”

Jun-ho ignored him. Instead, his sharp gaze landed on you. “Did he hurt you Y/N?” You gulped. You didn’t know how you were meant to answer that. The Salesman didn't physically hurt you-he didn’t strike you, hadn’t left a single mark on your body. But he had left something else. Something that burrowed deep into your skin, into your bones. His smile. The evil-like glint in his eyes. That game he had played with you both.

Jun-ho must have read it in your face, you noticed his eyes softened. “You know, he’s not done with you Y/N.” Your eyes snapped to him, a shiver ran down your spine.

Gi-hun takes a step closer to Jun-ho. “Then help us,” he said, his voice raw. “Tell us what the hell is going on, Jun-ho.”

He hesitated. Then, finally- “Not here. It’s not safe.” The weight of those words settled heavily in the room. “We need to leave.” He turned on his heel. Gi-hun helped you stand up, glancing at you. His eyes searched yours, as if asking- Are you okay to move? You weren’t sure if you could. But you nodded anyway. And so you followed Jun-ho.

He led both of you through dark, narrow streets, constantly glancing behind him making sure no one was watching, following us. Gi-hun stayed close to your side, his hand in yours, tightening his grip whenever you slowed down.

After what felt like forever, Jun-ho finally stopped in front of a metal door in a quiet alleyway. He knocked once, paused, then knocked two more times. A small slot in the door slid open, revealing a pair of glaring eyes.

“It’s me,” Jun-ho muttered. The door suddenly opened, and the man gestured for you all to step inside.

The building was dimly lit, filled with tons of files, maps pinned to the walls. It looked like a secret hideout-one that had been used for a long time. He gestured for you and Gi-hun to sit down. Moving, you sat across from Jun-ho, waiting for him to speak, you needed answers. Why did the Salesman want you?

“You need to know why he won’t leave you alone Y/N,” he said, voice full of worry. He exhaled sharply before continuing. “You weren’t just a random target for him.” His gaze locked on you. “You’re part of something bigger than you could realize.” “What do you mean?” Gi-hun snapped. Jun-ho’s jaw tightened as he grabbed one of the many folders from a nearby table. He tossed it down in front of you both, pages spilling out-photos, reports, old documents. Your fingers shook as you picked one of them. It was blurry, taken from a far distance, but the image was unmistakable-it was you. Gi-hun peered over your left shoulder. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” He took the folder, flickering through all the photos with a quick ease, showing pure hatred, rage. “The Salesman doesn’t just recruit players. He tracks them. Some of them are chosen for the games. Others…for something worse.” He hesitated, before continuing. “There’s a list. A list of people who weren’t, aren’t meant to play. They’re meant to be one of them.” Your stomach twisted. “What do you mean, one of them?” Your pulse pounded in your ears. Your throat felt dry. Your heart is racing at a quick beat. Jun-ho doesn’t answer straight away. His jaw clenched, as if he was debating how much to tell you. Finally, he sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “He doesn’t just pick random people,” he spoke. “He looks for something. Something in the way a person reacts. The way a person thinks.” Gi-hun tensed. “React to what Jun-ho?” “To control. To power. To fear.” A shiver ran down your spine. You swallowed hard. “Why me? Why is he so interested in me?” Jun-ho studied you carefully. “I have been trying to figure it out. But whatever he saw in you, he liked it. And that’s why he’s not done with you.” Gi-hun stood up, leaning over, his voice rough. “If you think they’d want Y/N to work for them-” “No,” Jun-ho interrupted. “It isn’t about recruitment. It is about something else.” “The Salesman sees something in you Y/N. Something most people don’t even realize they have.” His eyes darkened. “A potential. A darkness.” You froze, your chest tightened. A memory surfaced-his smile, the way he spoke about you, the way he had looked at you during the game. It was as if he knew something you didn’t. Like he was waiting for you to figure it out. Gi-hun’s hand clenched into a fist. “Then we need to stop him. We will make sure he doesn’t come anywhere near Y/N again.” “You don’t get it do you,” his voice was sharp. “This isn’t about him going after Y/N. It’s about whether or not you go looking for him.” Silence. The words slammed into you. The weight of his words sank deep into your chest, squeezing the air from your lungs. The uncertainty, the fear, everything was just too much for you to bear.

“It’s… it’s too much,” you choked, your voice barely a whisper. “I can’t do this.” You stood up as they looked at you, their expressions softening, but there was also fear in their eyes. “Y/N wait. We will figure-” Gi-hun spoke. The walls, the words, it felt like everything was closing in. “I’m going home.” Jun-ho’s face hardened. “No Y/N. It is too dangerous for you out there.” You couldn’t bear to think about being pulled deeper into whatever twisted thing the Salesman saw in you. “I’m done,” you spat, you began walking toward the door. Gi-hun’s hand shot out, but you quickly jerked away. Your feet hit the ground hard, panic was clawing at your chest with every step. The buildings around you began to blur, but all you could hear was your short breaths, louder than the shouts coming from behind you. “Y/N.” You didn’t turn back. You couldn’t see them-not like this. The fear in their eyes was too much to handle. The truth was, you were terrified too. You had no idea what you just got chucked into, what the salesman wanted with you. All you knew was that you had to get away. You had to try and calm down. Breathe. And so, you ran, faster, further, into the night.

The walk back to your apartment is quiet, too quiet. The images of the Salesman and that cruel game still haunts you, not leaving your mind like an unwelcome shadow. You walked down the steps leading to the subway station. It feels colder than usual. You can’t help but look around, the feeling of being watched was clawing at your skin. And then, in the corner of your eye, you see him. The Salesman.

You stiffened. Your fists clenched at your sides, nails digging into your palms.

He stands, leaned against a pillar, just outside of the harsh glow of the overhead lights, solely focused on you, while a twisted smile forms across his face. Your heart skips a beat, and a sudden sense of danger floods your veins. The next train isn’t arriving for another five minutes. All you can do is pray that it gets here soon. His gaze never leaves you as he steps towards you, his stride was measured, slow. You wanted to scream for help, you wanted to run, but your body was in shock. Every muscle of you feels like it is frozen in place. When he is close enough, he stops, setting the briefcase down next to him. His voice was smooth. “Well, well, Y/N,” he says, his words wrapping around you like a noose. “I didn’t think I’d see you here, especially at this hour.” his eyes look down at his watch for a moment before returning to you. Your words were stuck in your throat. “What do you want from me?” He hums, sounding low and dangerous. “Hm, what do I want?” he repeats, tilting his head. “Nothing at all, sweetheart. I’m just here to give you a little…gift.” He pulls something out of his suit pocket-a small card- and holds it out for you. You hesitate, but your hand ends up reaching out on its own, taking the card with shaking fingers. As soon as you do, his fingers lightly brush against yours, sending an electric shock through your system.

Tapgol Park. 9pm. Go alone, or he dies. Your breath hitches as you read them. Your body suddenly feels cold, and your stomach churns. It’s a warning. A threat. But you know it wouldn’t be an empty one. He'll follow through.

You refuse to speak. The salesman’s smile widens, he leans in just close enough for you to feel his breath across your ear. Sending a shiver down your spine.

“I would think carefully, Y/N,” he whispers, his tone dark. “You wouldn’t want anything to happen to Gi-hun, would you?”

Bile was rising in your throat. Before you can respond, he gently places his hand on your shoulder, looking into your eyes.

“I’ll be seeing you then darling.” he says softly, picking the briefcase up, turning on his heel just as the train arrives. He steps inside, waving at you. “Don’t be late.”

You stand there, the card in your hand feels like a weight. All you can think about is the world crashing in on you, making you feel emptier.

Without thinking, you walk towards the closest bench, sitting down with a shaky breath, tears forming. The words on the card keep replaying in your mind, over and over.

You need to go. You had to.

But the thought of going alone, terrified you, without Jun-ho or Gi-hun, fills you with dread. What was the Salesman planning? How far will he take this?

You’re alone. Again.

This time, it feels worse. So much worse.

A/N: Thanks for reading the next chapter of my series. If you wanted to be tagged in the next chapter, ask me in the comments. Credit for divider: omi-resources

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Shattered Odds - (Chapter Ten)

Pairings: Gi-hun x reader, Jun-ho x reader, Salesman x reader

Summary: Gi-hun finds himself in a high-stakes game with not only his life but the life of someone he cares deeply about. You. Can Gi-hun outsmart the salesman? Or will the odds catch up with him?

Warnings: Emotional Manipulation, Strong Language, Dark Flirting/Mind Games, Dubious Consent (Dubcon), Obsession, Stalking, Panic Attack, Physical Violence, Slight Smut, Fluff

Taglist: @aesthetic-winchesters @therandomofpink @cowuies @alzeralz

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Chapter Ten: The Motel Waits. Word Count: 3,529

The new safehouse is small, dimly lit, and a thick kind of silence drapes over your flesh. Gi-hun closes the door behind you & Jun-ho. Your feet softly echo on the creaking floorboards as Jun-ho snaps into action. He works methodically, going around the rooms, checking every window, everything. His eyes dart to the streetlights outside, seeing shapes fanning and flickering with every passing breeze.

“This place isn’t the most secure,” Jun-ho mutters under his breath, however loud enough for you to hear. He sighs and says more emphatically. “I’ll take the first watch. Gi-hun, you rest. We’ll switch in a few hours.”

Gi-hun looks. The fatigue is evident in each slow blink. “Got it,” he says, before glancing at you. His tone softens, something gentle. “You should sleep to Y/N. You’ve been through a lot.”

Your fingers twitch at your sides. You were doing fine until the memory of the Salesman clouded your vision, those cruel, dark eyes, that smooth, snake-like voice hissing the threats you couldn’t forget. The motel room. The needle. Him claiming you as his.

You slowly nod. “Yeah…ok,” slowly rubbing Gi-hun's cheek. “Thanks.”

He nodded back at you. “Anytime.”

You slowly went into one of the bedrooms, gently shutting the door behind you, before you collapsed on the bed. It was slightly scratchy beneath you, a creaking of springs as you moved. Gi-hun opened the door and sat down on the floor near you with a grunt, pulling his jacket tighter around his body. You listened as his breaths slowed and evened out.

“You can come and lie with me if you want.” You softly say.

Gi-hun glances up at you, shaking his head slightly. “It is no problem, Y/N, I would rather be on the floor.”

Your hand gently rubs his shoulder. “Please….for me.”

He laughs, standing up, smiling at you. A genuine smile. “You won’t stop this, will you?”

You pat the spot next to you, smiling back. “What do you think?” you say in a teasing manner.

Gi-hun shakes his head before climbing onto the bed next to you. Immediately, you cuddle up to him, causing him to go tense for a moment. His arms gently rubbing circles on your back, making you drowsy.

“I miss this,” Gi-hun whispers. “I wish you were never a part of this life.”

“It isn’t your fault. You didn’t know that sadist prick would have had a crush on me,” You giggle, before gently giving Gi-hun a peck on his lips.

Gi-hun rubs a hand through your hair. “I know that, I just am scared of what he will do to you.”

“Please don’t worry about me. I want you, not him. I will always want you, Gi-hun.”

He gently cups your face in his before kissing you. It isn’t rough and dominant like the Salesman's. This time, it is soft, warm, and comforting.

He pulled back and smiled down at you. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, Gi-hun.”

You turn your head and look at the ceiling. Trying to distract yourself. But it doesn’t work. Every time you blink, you risk being dragged back into the Salesman’s world. A chill runs down your spine. Knowing that he was waiting for you.

After a while, the fatigue takes over you, causing you to eventually fall asleep.

Warmth. A familiar, enticing aroma seeps into the air, penetrating your sleepy haze and slowly coaxing you. It’s comforting. Your fingertips twitch against the fabric of the bed as your mind tries to wake up. For a brief moment, you forgot where you were.

Then you hear it-

A quiet clatter of dishes, the soft sizzle of something frying.

You sit up abruptly, wiping the dry sleep from your eyes. Dim morning light pours in through the blinds, illuminating the safehouse. The air was heavy with the rich, savory smell of eggs cooking.

You get out of bed and settle your gaze on the small kitchenette, where Gi-hun stands at the stove with his back to you. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms sprinkled with slight scars. He moves with an ease that surprises you, flipping eggs in a frying pan like he’s done it a hundred times before. The sight is almost homey, domestic, a strange thing to think about with the chaos of your life.

“You…know how to cook?” Your voice is slightly hoarse with sleep, still flavoured with disbelief.

Gi-hun glances over his shoulder, and a smile breaks across his face. “What, surprised?”

You walk towards him, stretching your arms. “A little, to be honest, yeah.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as he plates the food. “I had to learn, y’know. After the games, after my mother….after everything. Cooking was one of the few small ways to help me feel sane.”

You sit down at the small, rickety table, pick up the fork, and take a bite. You look up at him in real surprise. “Wow. This is… very good. Thanks, Gi-hun.”

“You're welcome,” He pulls out a chair next to you and sits down, gently rubbing circles on your hand.

“Where is Jun-ho?”

“Oh, he went out on the street to see if he could notice anyone watching us.”

You nod. “Fair enough.”

There is a moment of silence.

Gi-hun looks at you with an unreadable expression. “Do you remember the time we first met?” His voice is softer now.

You stop, the fork in your hand, as the memories wake at the back of your mind. “Yeah,” you mutter, recalling. “You looked like hell, even if you were in that suit and sexy red hair.”

He briefly laughs while shaking his head. “I felt like hell Y/N.” He drums his fingers lightly on the table. “I had just returned from when I won the games. I was confused, I didn’t know what to do with my life. Then I met you when I was-”

“When you were what?”

“When I….was chasing after him.”

You glance at Gi-hun. “Him, you mean the Salesman?”

He nodded. “Of course he got away in that goddam subway though.”

You gulp, the memories of those events flooding back to you. “Gi-hun?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

“When he…kidnapped me, he said that he watched me for a while. Do you think he saw me in the subway, you know when-”

“When I turned around to go after him, and crashed into you.”

You both laugh.

Gi-hun continued. “I mean, that would make sense.”

“Yeah, it would,” you muttered.

“I also remember after he left, you came to me.”

You smile faintly. “Well, you did drop your phone, first of all,” Saying in a teasing manner. “However, you seemed so….broken. Yet kind. Have to admit, though. I didn’t think we would end up here.”

His grin fades a little. He lets out a breath, running a hand down his face, and then goes to put that smirk back on. “Well, you know, life’s amusing like that.”

There is a pause between you both, not an awkward one. The type of silence that speaks more than words ever could.

After you finish the meal, you push your empty plate away and get to your feet. “We are going to need more food. This was good, but it won’t last us long.”

“I can go, Y/N,” Gi-hun says at once, standing up next to you.

“No,” You say quickly. “You and Jun-ho need time to rest. I’ll be fast. I’m just going to the store down the-”

Jun-ho walks in from outside. He shoots his sharp gaze between the two of you, instantly understanding what is going on. “You will need to be quick, Y/N,” he says, with a level but firm voice. “Please be careful. He could be watching.”

The gravity of his words lands in your gut.

You hesitate, then nod. “I will.”

As you walk towards the door, Gi-hun follows, halting just before stepping outside. His presence remains just behind you, warm and steady. “Remember, don’t talk to strangers,” he jokes, managing a smirk.

You manage a half-smile. “Then how would I pay for the food?”

Everyone laughs.

“I’ll be back before you know I’m even gone,” you cheerfully spoke, before lightly kissing G-hun’s cheek.

He nods, but you can see the slight flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, the way his hand twitches as though he wants to stop you.

But, he doesn’t.

Instead, he stands watching you leave, and when the door finally shuts behind you, you swear you heard the slightest exhale.

The sun shines, but it doesn’t warm you. The air has a sharp bite, despite the golden light that spills on the street. You keep your hood up while walking, your pulse steady. You can keep hearing footsteps behind you, causing you to glance back, however, no one is there.

He wouldn’t come here. Not now.

Yet your eyes dart around at everyone’s passing faces, checking, waiting.

In the store, a hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast an artificial glow on everything. The murmuring exchange of customers in the aisles is almost soothing, almost normal. You shake yourself back to the task at hand, snatching whatever you can. Vegetables, rice, and canned soup. Nothing fancy, just something to make dinner seem real, to make this whole mess feel less like a nightmare.

You pause in front of the instant coffee packets but shake your head and keep moving.

When you finally reach the counter, the cashier doesn’t even speak to you. The register beeps steadily when each item is scanned. You shuffle your feet, the weight in your chest heavier now. You don’t want to linger longer than you have to. The very second that the receipt prints, you start walking out the door, bags in hand.

The street is quieter now than it was previously.

You let out a breath and shift your grip on the bags. The weight’s awkward, however manageable, and for a moment, your mind wanders back to Gi-hun, to the way he looked at you during breakfast. The way Jun-ho was acting protective over you, like you were his little sister. The realization strikes you harder than you might anticipate.

Then-

CRASH.

You hit a solid object and fall onto your knees from the force. The bags slip from your hands, groceries cascading onto the sidewalk.

“I’m so sorry,” You yelp out.

The man crouches down, deliberate and methodical. He picks up a can of soup, spinning it lazily in his fingers before handing it to you. “Well, aren’t you clumsy today…. darling.”

You stop. That voice. Smooth. Amused. That voice that has stalked your thoughts like a whispered threat.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as your eyes shot up to meet his. The Salesman.

He helps you stand up before brushing his hands off, as if this were a casual encounter. His suit is still crisp, his tie knot perfectly aligned, not a hair out of place. That grin that makes your stomach twist is spread all over his face. His smile screams mischief, yet underneath it, something else resides, something very cold. More obsessive. Predatory.

“I didn't expect to see you here,” he says smugly, offering your bag back into your arms with gentleness. “But, I’m glad we found each other.”

You hold the bag tight against your body, fingers pushing into the brown paper bag, as if it might hold in place. Your heart pounds.

“How…how did you know where I was?” Your voice said timidly.

He shrugs his shoulders, his smirk growing even wider. “Lucky guess,” He then tilted his head. “But, did you think running away would stop me from finding you?” He lightly caresses your cheek with his finger, his eyes focusing on your lips for a moment.

“Leave me alone.”

His smile immediately disappears. Not entirely, but enough for something crueler to creep in. He yanks you towards him quickly, gripping hard on your wrist, causing you to yelp in pain.

“That is not how this works,” His voice drops, the humor gone. “You better come see me at the motel soon. I would hate to have to….”

“HATE TO WHAT?”

He puts a finger to your lips. “Shhh. There is no need to yell at me, Y/N. I am just trying to talk after all.”

“Then talk.”

“As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me,” he spat out.

The Salesman continued, leaning into your ear, whispering. “I would hate to have to kill your precious Gi-hun in front of you, you know I would. The clock is ticking.”

You swallow. Slightly shaking.

“Aw. Don’t be scared of me now.” He gently nibbles your earlobe before slowly backing up.

He turned around and hopped into a black limo. He shut the door, not before rolling the window down, causing it to hiss smoothly.

He put a finger in the air, slowly curling it.

You felt something twist in your gut. You didn’t want to obey. But something, fear, worry, made your feet keep moving until you were standing right there beside the open window.

“I almost forgot to ask,” He said, looking you up and down. “Could you do me a favor? Before you run back to that trash?”

You stiffened. Slowly, nodding.

He smirked. “Use your words, please.”

You swallowed hard. “Yes. What is it?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just hit his cheek slowly with two fingers. “Kiss me, right here.”

You blinked at him. A jolt of disgust flickered through your body. You locked your jaw so tight that your teeth hurt.

“I won't bite,” He said lightly. “Well….unless you are into that sort of thing.”

You stepped closer, glaring into the Salesman’s eyes.

Then your voice became a dangerous whisper.

“If you turn your head, so I kiss your lips instead,” You threatened, eyes piercing. “I swear to fuck I will break that jaw of yours.”

He blinked, startled, then laughed low. You could tell he loved this, the way he leaned back in the leather chair, all relaxed. The way he put one leg over the other, humming slightly.

“There she is. That is the girl I know and love.”

You didn’t give him the courtesy of a reply.

Instead, you bent down and kissed his cheek quickly. There was no emotion. Distant. Calculated.

You withdrew without saying anything else, already starting to walk away when his voice followed after you.

“You only have one day left. Don’t keep me waiting.”

The moment those words reached your ears, your breath stalled.

You sprinted.

Running along the sidewalk, bags in hand, lungs on fire, the city spinning around you as your shoes slammed against the pavement. Not once did you look back.

His voice lingered with you as you finally made it to the safehouse. You stumbled into the house, slamming the door behind you, locking it with trembling hands, your chest rising and falling quickly.

Jun-ho is already on the move, his gun is half-drawn before he even registers that it is you. Gi-hun leaps to his feet, causing a chair to topple over.

“Y/N, what happened?” Gi-hun’s voice is frantic, his gaze darts over to your grazed knees.

You attempt to speak, but your breath comes too quickly. Then-

BZZZT.

A notification vibrated in your pocket.

You know who it is. Your fingers shaking, you drop the grocery bags before taking out the phone and looking at the screen.

Unknown Number: You looked stunning at the store. Can’t wait to see you again. Missing you already.

You can feel the bile rise in your throat as your fingers tightly grip the device.

Jun-ho moves closer. “What is it?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you turn the screen around to face them.

Gi-hun stares. His face goes white. Jun-ho’s face is, of course, unreadable, but his fingers twitch slightly.

“He was there,” You manage finally. “He saw me. He knew I’d be there.”

Jun-ho breathes out sharply, rubbing a hand through his hair, walking to the window, looking out into the street. “We need to leave. This place is not safe anymore.”

Gi-hun shakes his head. “And then what, Jun-ho? Run forever? He will find us again.”

Your hands clench into fists. “Then what should we do?”

A silence fills the room for a moment.

“For now, we act normal. We don’t freak out, panic. If he is watching us, we don’t show him that he got under our skin,” Jun-ho mutters.

Gi-hun nods. “Yeah. I agree. We should eat, then rest. We can figure out what to do next in the morning.”

Dinner is quiet. You eat, forcing the food down your throat. Jun-ho’s nerves are getting the better of him, he keeps glancing at the windows every few minutes. Gi-hun, normally warm, doesn’t eat at all. All he does is stare at the food.

As the plates are cleared, you don’t say anything, you just walk to the bed, pulling the blanket over you as you curl up. You clench your eyes, and eventually you manage to sleep.

You wake up suddenly, the cold sweat of a nightmare still clinging to your skin. Your heart thumped in your ears, the Salesman’s laughter echoing in your mind. It’s too much. You can’t stay here any longer, hidden away like this. You need to go. You need to face him.

You carefully sneak off the bed quietly, trying not to awaken Gi-hun or Jun-ho. You know that they will try and stop you, try and fight alongside you, but you can’t stay. Not anymore.

You get to the front door and go for the handle, then-

Gi-hun’s voice. Full of concern. “Where are you going?”

You freeze. Slowly, you turn around. Gi-hun is leaning against the bedroom door, rubbing his eyes, his face has confusion written all over it. You take a deep breath, attempting to calm your nerves.

“I’m going to the motel,” You say, your voice slightly quivering a bit. “I can’t keep hiding. I need to face him.”

Gi-hun’s brow furrowed. He starts heading your way with an urgency that only heightens the panic building. “No, you’re not going. You can’t go there alone. It is far too dangerous. We don’t even know what he’ll do.”

“I can’t keep running, he will only find me again,” Your voice more desperate now. “I can’t have you or Jun-ho die because of this. I am the one he truly wants.”

Gi-hun leans in closer, grabbing your wrist, and as soon as his hand connects, panic washes over you like a tidal wave. You know the grip all too well, all too mindful of how the Salesman would hold you.

“No…no, please…….” You start to whisper as panic begins rising. Tears are going down your cheeks.

“Y/N, hey, hey, it’s okay,” Gi-hun says, his voice shaking, but it’s too late.

Your breath comes in quick bursts as the world around you rotates. You stumble, collapsing onto the ground, everything is a swirl of movement and noise. Gi-hun is calling your name, trying to reach you, but all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears.

Without warning, the bathroom door swings open with a long bang, startling you both. Jun-ho bursts in, alarm in his wide eyes. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?”

Gi-hun jumps, pulling his hand back from your wrist, you are still trying to catch your breath from having just had the panic attack of the century. Jun-ho’s eyes fly to you, and he doesn’t think twice before rushing to your side.

“Focus on me, okay?” His voice was low, firm. Gently placing a hand on your shoulder, steadying you. “Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.”

You sense his steady presence, and bit by bit you begin to settle down, your breath evening out. Gradually, the panic leaves, making you weak and exposed but also relieved.

Gi-hun steps back and watches you worriedly. He gazes at Jun-ho, clearly conflicted. “She…she can’t be left alone. She can’t go to the motel.”

Jun-ho shakes his head, his expression hardening. “Y/N needs to face this.” He turns to you, and his tone grows softer. “You do not need to go through this alone. We can come with you.”

You hesitate, doubt creeping in once more, but deep down, you know there is no place to stop. You still need to confront the Salesman. You can’t go on like this.

“I am going alone,” You insist, firm this time.

Gi-hun sighs, running a hand over his face. “Okay. But promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I promise.”

Jun-ho shoves something small into your hands, pepper spray. “If something happens, do not be shy about using it. Understand?”

You accept it from him, nodding. “Thanks, Jun-ho.”

There’s a long pause as you slowly stand up, and the silence settles over all three of you. And at last, with one last look at Gi-hun and Jun-ho, you open the door, the cold air from outside seeping in as you step into the night.

Shutting it behind you, you breathe. It was now time for you to face him.

A/N: If you would like to be tagged in the next chapters feel free to leave a comment, you can also suggest things you would love to see in the series.

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thigh shaken and body squirming .

you were too mess to even care what is happening around you .

with both of your wrist were tied behind you and your legs that was also got tied to the each side of the bed frame, your body laying hopelessly on the bedsheet and completely bare naked

hopeless .

that's what you are.

a strap of vibrator was attached on your waist, the buzz was fast enough to make a loud sound echoed through the dark room , the tip of the vibrator hitting your already abused clit, making you squirming around as you felt your another high is approaching.

''didn't i tell you to not come until i tell you ?'' a stern yet stoic voice interrupting your already cloudy mind, teary eyes begging on the women that was kneeling infront of you between your legs , for atleast a tiny bit of sympathy towards your dear self.

''i— im sorry— please let me.. please...'' you tried forming a words, your body squirming around which saebyeok easily jusy hold your waist within her clutched, instantly making your shuddered at her touch .

saebyeok hover over you, her thigh on both side of your body with her cunt was slightly pressed on the vibrator underneath her, the pressure of her pressing the vibrator onto your cunt was rather pure hurt .

and you love it .

you felt saebyeok shifted to the her side and pull out something, that ypu recognised it as— a knife. her symbolic knife.

her gazed was darted into yours as she watched your eyes flustered very often showing how close you are.

''don't.'' saebyeok sternly said, as she put her knife onto your throat, your breath hitched as you felt the cold metallic object make a contact with your skin .

and that's when you felt saebyeok grind herself onto yours .

with her hands still holding the knife onto your throat, close but not too close, enough for you to breathe and won't leave any marks , she put her forehead onto yours, her breath tickling your nose as you tried making an effort to grind yourself onto her too .

the vibrator that was already on the highest buzz, was pressed on both of you which make you letting out explicit sound through to room .

you felt yourself slowly drifted into the subspace you never knew it existed, as the overstimulation and sensitivity is taking over you, making stars appears on your view as the vibration of the vibrator is buzzing wildly onto your clit .

even through the overstimulation and sensitivity, you can still felt yourself approaching your high as the coil inside your tummy start to form, your lips murmured a 'please' for saebyeok to let you come,

''you.. you can come now'' saebyeok whispered coes into your ears , and it was more than enough for you to finally let go of the coil, your thigh shaken at the overstimulation as the coil snapped making you squirt your cum on the bedsheet .

saebyeok took her knife away from your throat, a slight mark appear on your neck which was probably caused by the slight pressure that was put onto it .

saebyeok stop grinding on your cunt before she kneeled back and switched off the button , and putting it away from your tired body .

before she stood up, you grabbed her hand tiredly and asked, ''did you come.. why..'' saebyeok look into your face and calmly said ''this is about you. not me''.

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