#hwang in ho's wife

[everwhovian]

what remains. | Hwang brothers

(warnings: kidney failure, kidney donation, sickness, hospital stay)

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Part 9: The kidney disease

Kidney disease.

The words hit like a punch to the chest, knocking the air from his lungs. In-ho had known something was wrong, he’d seen the signs for weeks, but he had tried to convince himself it wasn’t serious. That maybe Jun-ho was just stressed, pushing himself too hard, just a stubborn teenager who didn’t know when to slow down.

But it wasn’t that.

His baby brother, his bright, stubborn, full-of-life baby brother, was sick. And this wasn’t something that could be fixed with rest or a proper meal.

The doctor’s voice became background noise, explaining test results, treatment options, dialysis. But all In-ho could hear was the dull roaring in his ears, all he could see was Jun-ho, sitting there, silent, pale, and far too still.

“We’ll need to find a donor match,” the doctor said, his voice calm, clinical. “A biological relative is the best chance.”

They tested his stepmother first. She wasn’t a match.

The results came in quicker than expected, but that didn’t make them any easier to hear. His stepmother's face fell as the doctor spoke, her fingers curling tightly around Jun-ho’s hand, guilt etched in every line of her face.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice thick.

Jun-ho, exhausted but ever steady, gave her a tired smile. “It’s okay, Eomma.”

It wasn’t.

And when they asked about his father, In-ho didn’t even waste a second thinking about it. He wasn’t calling him.

Not because of pride. Not because of anger.

Because he already knew what would happen.

“No,” he said flatly. “Not an option.”

The doctor furrowed his brows, pen clicking. “I understand there may be personal reasons, but –”

“I said no.”

He already knew how that would go.

His father hadn’t even picked up the phone the last time Jun-ho had been in the hospital. A broken arm at six years old, sitting in a hospital bed, his small voice asking, “Does Appa know?”

“Yeah,” In-ho had lied. “He knows.”

“Is he coming?”

A pause. Then a forced nod. “Of course.”

But their father never came.

Now? Now that Jun-ho’s life depended on it? The bastard would be harder to reach than ever. No, he wasn’t doing this.

His father had made his choice years ago. He had chosen absence. He had chosen silence. He had chosen to be a stranger to his own son. To both of them.

So this was on him.

He turned to the doctor, voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

“Test me.” No hesitation. His voice was sharp, unwavering.

And that was it.

The wait for the results was agonizing. He could do nothing but watch – watch Jun-ho’s tired eyes flicker closed, watch his wife hold his hand, rubbing slow circles into his skin, watch his stepmother trying so hard to be strong even as her hands trembled in her lap.

“It’ll be okay,” Yuna murmured softly to his stepmother, her own voice tight with emotion. “He’s not alone.”

And he wasn’t. He never would be.

When the results finally came, the doctor’s voice was careful, controlled. “You’re a perfect match, Detective Hwang.”

Relief hit hard, stealing his breath for a second. But before he could fully process it, the doctor kept talking.

“You have options. You may want to take time to consider –”

What?

A slow, cold anger built inside him as the doctor kept explaining. The options. As if he hadn’t already made his decision. As if he needed to think about it. As if there was a universe where he would choose himself over Jun-ho.

What part of ‘test me’ made the doctor think he needed to hear this? As if he hadn’t already made up his mind? As if there was a world where he would walk away?

And yes, some rational part of him knew that this was protocol. That the doctor was doing his job, outlining risks, making sure he understood what this meant.

But he already knew.

“No,” he cut in, his tone sharp. “You don’t need to explain anything to me. I don’t need time. My brother needs me, so tell me what I have to do, and I’ll do it.”

The doctor hesitated. Then nodded. “We’ll start preparations right away.”

Yuna exhaled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. His stepmother wiped her eyes. And Jun-ho, still hazy with exhaustion, only mumbled a quiet, “Hyung…”

Just like that, the anger faded. Because this wasn’t a choice. It never had been.

The days blurred together after that.

Jun-ho was put on dialysis while the final tests were run. He stayed in the hospital, hooked up to machines, exhaustion weighing him down.

In-ho called in all the favors he had collected over the years, switching shifts with coworkers, taking all the time off work he could… In-ho wasn’t going anywhere.

But then he noticed the tension in his stepmother’s face as she skimmed through the medical bills, saw the way her shoulders stiffened as she reached for the pen.

Money was tight.

Before she could sign anything, before she could take on debt she would struggle under, In-ho placed his hand over hers.

She looked at him, startled.

“No,” he said quietly. “I’ll take care of it.”

“In-ho –”

“I’m the oldest son. I’ve been there for Jun-ho his whole life. For… the both of you. I’m not stopping now.”

She searched his face, maybe looking for hesitation. But there was nothing to find.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” she whispered.

“I know,” he admitted. “But I’m still going to.”

In-ho had always been careful not to rely too much on his stepmother, but in that moment, watching her try to shoulder something she didn’t have to, he understood something.

He loved her. More than he had ever loved his own mother.

He took the pen from her hand and signed his own name. Any debt would be his.

She exhaled, watching as he pushed the papers away. Then, to his surprise, she reached for his hand.

“Thank you, son.”

The words hit deep, deeper than he was ready for. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed her hand, just once, before letting go.

Yuna pulled him aside later, her voice low. “You shouldn’t have to take this all on yourself.”

“I can handle it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I do.”

She sighed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

He smirked slightly, tension easing. “You married me.”

“Yeah, well.” She gave him a tired smile. “I guess I’m just as impossible.”

Later that night, after the tests, the paperwork, the endless conversations with doctors, In-ho returned to Jun-ho’s room. His little brother was half-asleep but still awake enough to groggily blink at him. Before stepping inside, he hesitated. Just for a moment.

Just like he had all those years ago. The night he first met Jun-ho, just a fragile thing wrapped in blankets. He had hesitated then, standing at the edge of something that felt too big for him, something he hadn’t been sure he was ready for.

Now, years later, standing outside Jun-ho’s hospital room, he felt that same hesitation. The same weight pressing down on him, the same moment of quiet before stepping into something irreversible.

But just like before, he didn’t turn away.

Before he moved, though, Yuna was there. She had been there through it all – standing by his side, holding his hand, carrying his burdens even when he tried to shoulder them alone. And now, she looked just as exhausted as he felt, rubbing at her tired eyes, her body sagging with the weight of the day.

Without a word, he pulled her into a hug.

Yuna let out a soft breath of surprise, but then she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her forehead against his chest, holding him just as tightly as he held her.

For a moment, he let himself breathe.

“I’ve got him,” he murmured into her hair.

“I know,” she whispered. “But who’s got you?”

His lips pressed against the top of her head. “You do.”

She let out a quiet huff, squeezing him tighter. “Damn right I do.”

They stood there for a moment, just holding on. No words, no movement, just the quiet reassurance that neither of them were alone in this.

Then, finally, he let go. He cupped her cheek briefly, his thumb brushing against her skin, then turned back to the door.

Stepping inside, he didn’t hesitate this time.

Jun-ho blinked up at him, groggy but still awake. “Hyung…” His voice was hoarse, weak, but familiar in a way that made something in In-ho’s chest tighten.

“Yeah?”

Jun-ho licked his dry lips, watching him carefully. “You’re really giving me your kidney?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of In-ho’s lips. “No, I thought I’d let you keep waiting on dialysis just for fun.”

Jun-ho rolled his eyes, the smallest, sleepiest huff escaping him. “Hyung.”

“I am giving you my kidney,” In-ho said, quieter now.

Jun-ho’s gaze softened. “Really?”

“Really.”

A quiet hum, his eyelids slipping closed. “That’s kinda gross.”

A chuckle rumbled through In-ho’s chest. “Then give it back when you’re done with it.”

Jun-ho’s hand weakly swatted at him, missing by a mile. “Mmm. No thanks.”

“Thought so.”

For a moment, he just sat there, watching his little brother drift off. The decision had been made.

Just like that first night in the darkened room, when he reached into the crib and never let go.

Jun-ho was his. And he always would be.

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[trashgyrl]

inho's stupid face everytime gihun gets mad at him is so funny to me

[everwhovian]

I already wrote a little thing about In-ho meeting his wife (I called her Yuna), and now I just had to write something about Jun-ho being very, very excited that she's coming over for dinner!!

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what remains. | Hwang brothers

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Part 5.2: Jun-ho, Yuna, and the vegetables

The moment Jun-ho spotted Yuna through the window, he was gone.

One second, he was sitting on the floor, coloring, completely focused on his drawing... and the next, he was sprinting for the door with the force of a child on a mission.

“Hyung! Yuna’s here!” he shouted, as if In-ho didn’t already know.

Jun-ho yanked the door open before she could even knock.

“YUNA!” He launched himself at her, latching onto her waist like an overexcited koala.

Yuna let out a surprised huff, barely managing to stay upright, but she caught him easily, wrapping her arms around the seven-year-old with a soft chuckle. “Wow, okay, I wasn’t expecting a full tackle today.”

Jun-ho beamed at her. “You’re here!” he exclaimed as if that wasn’t obvious.

Yuna laughed, gently prying him off just enough to ruffle his hair. “I take it you missed me?”

Jun-ho nodded furiously, then immediately wrapped his arms around her again.

This time, at least, his feet stayed on the ground.

Behind them, In-ho finally appeared in the hallway, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with mild amusement.

“Seriously?” he muttered, raising an eyebrow at his little brother. “You’re gonna steal my girlfriend before she even walks inside?”

Jun-ho barely glanced at him.

“She’s not your girlfriend,” he declared with absolute confidence.

In-ho tilted his head. “Uh. Yes, she is?”

“No,” Jun-ho insisted, gripping Yuna’s hand like she might disappear. “She’s my friend.”

Yuna smirked, clearly enjoying this.

In-ho let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?”

Jun-ho nodded, fully committed.

Yuna, biting back a smile, patted Jun-ho’s head. “Well, I guess I belong to Jun-ho now.”

“See?” Jun-ho said, grinning up at In-ho like he had won something.

In-ho huffed, shaking his head. “Unbelievable. I invite you over, and this is how you repay me?”

Yuna giggled. “I’ll make sure to say hi to you at least once while I’m here.”

“Oh wow,” In-ho deadpanned. “I feel so special.”

Jun-ho laughed, holding onto Yuna’s hand as he tugged her inside. “Come on, I have to show you something!”

Yuna glanced back at In-ho with a small smile as if to say, I’ll be back. And just like that, she was gone. In-ho shook his head, chuckling to himself. He’d get his girlfriend back eventually. Probably.

For the rest of the evening, Jun-ho was glued to Yuna’s side. He even abandoned his usual seat at dinner, squeezing in beside her without hesitation. He talked non-stop, eagerly recounting everything he had done since her last visit, barely pausing to breathe.

And, most importantly, he kept a close watch on In-ho, ensuring his brother didn’t try to ‘steal her back.’

Until, of course, the vegetables hit his plate.

That was where Jun-ho drew the line. He eyed them with thinly veiled disdain, like they had personally offended him.

Jun-ho was already a master at avoiding vegetables. It was an art form, really: a carefully perfected skill. Pushing spinach around his plate until it looked like he had eaten some. Taking tiny, calculated bites when his mother was watching.

And – his personal favorite – slipping them onto In-ho’s plate when no one was paying attention.

Unfortunately for him, In-ho was always paying attention and caught on immediately.

“Jun-ho,” In-ho said, unimpressed, pointing at the untouched spinach.

Jun-ho didn’t look up. “I’m eating.”

“You’re eating rice.”

“I like rice.”

“You also need vegetables.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

His mother sighed, watching the exchange unfold as if it were a scene she had witnessed a hundred times before.

Yuna, however, simply hummed, reaching for the serving plate of vegetables.

“You know,” she said casually, “I heard that detectives eat a lot of spinach.”

Jun-ho paused mid-bite. His eyes flickered toward her. “What?”

“Mhm.” Yuna nodded seriously, placing a perfectly folded leaf onto his plate. “It’s like… their secret weapon. Makes them sharper. Faster. It’s practically part of the academy training.”

Jun-ho squinted at her suspiciously. “That doesn’t sound real.”

“You think I’d lie to you?” she asked, feigning offense.

Jun-ho glanced at In-ho, narrowing his eyes. “Hyung, is that true?”

In-ho, who had been about to take a sip of water, nearly choked. He set his glass down slowly, watching as Yuna lifted an eyebrow at him, all but daring him to contradict her.

Jun-ho turned his stare on him, waiting.

And, well… In-ho had lied about worse things to get Jun-ho to behave. He sighed. “Yeah, kid. It’s true.”

Jun-ho frowned, clearly weighing his options. Then, with great reluctance, he picked up a piece of spinach, shoved it into his mouth, and chewed aggressively.

His mother covered her mouth to hide her smile.

Yuna, meanwhile, looked completely pleased with herself. “See? You’re already looking smarter,” she teased.

Jun-ho swallowed, wiping his mouth dramatically. “I don’t feel smarter.”

“Well,” Yuna said, shrugging, “maybe you need another bite.”

Jun-ho glared at her, then at the vegetables. And then, to everyone’s surprise, he shrugged and picked up another piece.

In-ho blinked.

Jun-ho’s mother stifled a laugh.

Yuna hid her smirk behind her chopsticks.

Then, In-ho leaned back, watching as Jun-ho ate his vegetables like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Unbelievable.

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So In-ho was 40 when his wife died and Jun-ho was 24. How long do you think In-ho and his wife were married before that? How long do you think they were together? Do you think maybe they met when Jun-ho was still a teen, do you think they maybe even met when Jun-ho was still a child? Do you think Jun-ho slept over at their place a lot? Do you think maybe he was a little bit like a child to them? Do you think young Jun-ho was really excited whenever his big brother's girlfriend came over for dinner because "she's always so nice to me"? How close do you think Jun-ho and In-ho's wife were?

[applequills]

i watched squid game 2

[heyysteven]

Playing Dangerous

Pairings: Hwang In Ho x Wife!reader

Summary: Mr. Hwang does not like it when his wife ignores him. He decides to show what happens when you upset him.

Warnings: Smut (18+) mdni, Yandere behavior, In ho is obsessive and controlling, dub con, public sex, breast play, mentions of captivity and stalking, a bunch of rich assholes.

Take the driver with you.

Did you reach yet?

I'm waiting for your answer.

Swirling the glistening champagne in your claw you leaned into the conversation, feigning interest into whatever story was being told. Mr. Richie, the President of a luxury brand of perfumes was bragging about his most recent visit to Luxembourg; how he surprised his wife by renting one of the castles for the week and how much money he burned through to make her happy.

He stood surrounded by some of the most powerful and elite people in the country as he drawled on and on about his stay. Bit overkill with how much money he spent for your taste but you were used to it by now.

From rare antiques to color vomits on canvases, these were awfully boring people who always talked about the same few conceited experiences. But you indulged in their conversations. You had to appease to them after all.

You had to play the perfect wife.

Nodding your head you smiled, as if you hadn’t zoned his story out completely. It was easier attending events alone. No one paid much attention to you without the loaded man beside you. You prayed that no one asked about why your husband was missing because frankly you didn’t have an answer.

As if sensing your thoughts Mrs. Richie asked, “Will Mr. Hwang not be joining us tonight?” interrupting her husband’s museum story.

“Oh yeah, I’m afraid he won’t be able to make it. He has so busy these days with meetings and that big launch coming up.” You replied.

They raised their heads oh in understanding. In truth, there was no launch. You just lied so they wouldn’t pry too much.

Mrs. Richie clutched her pearls, “That makes me so upset! He has such a strong aura around him, always brightens up the room with his presence.” She talked as if his absence was her personal loss. As if another moment without him would cause her to wither in physical pain.

In hindsight it should have really bothered you. Hearing another woman yearn for your husband should have had you pulling her hair and throwing her to the ground. But your relationship with Mr. Hwang wasn’t like that. It was all only for show; a signed inconvenient obligation. You two didn’t even looked at each other unless there was someone watching.

 “Yes, it is quite upsetting.” You said with the most heartbroken smile you could muster. ”But sometimes you have to sacrifice time-”

As you spoke a shiver ran down your spine. Your heart started beating faster as a knot formed in your stomach. It was as if your body was warning you.

You could feel his presence even before you could see him.

Every single person in the room had turned their heads towards the entrance. His black polished shoes clicked as silence fell around.

Mr. Hwang was the kind of man who commanded unwavering attention. It was impossible to ignore him. Not when he walked with a sense of ownership. As if every living and breathing thing belonged to him.

He was the kind of man who could will mountains to move on their own; the kind of man who could make a ballroom like this feel like a cramped elevator. Dressed in his signature black look he walked in with a sense of control. Every stride oozed power.

Alarm bells started ringing in your head as he walked towards you.

“Oh look he is here!” Mrs. Richie exclaimed. She looked seconds away from rolling her tongue out for him to walk on.

Color threatened to drain from your face as he slipped his long cold fingers around your waist and placed himself beside you. His touches always made you nervous, no matter the months you’ve spent with him. The haunting scent of his strong cologne filled your senses as his towering body pressed into your side like this was the most natural thing in the world.

You dragged out a surprised smile as he bent down to place a lingering kiss your cheek.

“You’re here.” You said finally, a ghost of a whisper.

He tilted his head to look into your eyes and smiled back at you. “When your wife doesn’t respond to your texts, you just have to come find her, am I right folks?” He turned to the group as they all threw their heads back in roaring laughter. It was kind of pathetic how much they seemed to want his approval.

Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake. You acted to feel around for your phone and said, “Really? I don’t remember checking my phone. I must have missed them.”

He just continued to stare down at you with a frown, “You know how worried I get. Should have just gotten you the phone with an inbuilt tracker” he said with a chuckle and people laughed again. But you both knew he wasn’t kidding. Anything this man couldn’t control drove him crazy.

You playfully patted his cheek and laughed. “He is so silly sometimes.”

He simply pulled you closer and squeezed you in his embrace, “I just want my wife to be protected that is all”. People took that as a hint to slowly start dispersing. When the last person left you tried to move away from him but he held still. “Don��t. They’re still watching.”

“Why are you here?” You asked with an accusatory tone.

He didn’t bother answering that. Instead he asked, “Why did you ignore my messages?”

So that’s why he came. The minute you refused to play along like his little doll he had to show up.

Fidgeting with the strap of your watch you replied, “I was preoccupied.”

“Were you avoiding me Mrs. Hwang?” His voice dangerously calm as he drawled on the possibility. He knew how much you hated it when he called you that. It felt derogatory. It was a reminder that you were just another one of his little slaves who had given into his power.

When you stayed silent, he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Next time, I will hunt you down and drag you out by your hair if I have to.”

“Just be very careful with your actions love.” he kissed your shoulder and left towards to bar.

To everybody else he was the perfect husband; the one who showered you with jewels and admiration. Who blindly bought you everything you touched. Your brain itched every time they would congratulate you and tell you how much you lucked out.

How you wished it was true.

The tap water trickled as you stood counting the droplets one by one. You had excused yourself to the restroom, thinking a few silent moments would help you find the energy to go back and attend the event with your husband. But the more time you spent here, the more this little bathroom started to feel like your refuge.

Just five more minutes and then we go, you thought for the 8th time.

The door slowly swung open.

“Occupied!” you called out. But the intruder continued in. You turned around to tell off whoever entered but stopped when you saw those black polished shoe.

Your heart started hammering as his shadow came into full view. He invited himself inside and locked the door in one quick click.

With each step he took forward, you took one back; moving back till you felt the cold ceramic sink hit your back. The look in his eyes was animalistic. You felt caught. Like one wrong move and you’d be engulfed in a huge trapping net.

“So you are ignoring me I see.” Mr. Hwang concluded.

“I just feel a little tired from all this.”

He scoffed, “Do you find pleasure in defying me?”

You looked around at everything but his face. You were afraid of what you might find if you looked at him right now. Placing his palms behind you, he gripped the sink, locking you in front of him. His breath fanned your face as he said, “I really hoped it wouldn’t come to this.”

“I am an honorable man. I have been as patient as I can be but you just make it so difficult” he rasped.

“Do you remember what you said before you signed our papers?”

His jaw clenched as he ordered, “Answer me.”

“I said I would do anything if you saved my brother.” Your body had started shaking.

His eyes sparkled as he grinned deviously; finally getting the answer he was desperately waiting for. “Anything? Are you sure? A lot can happen with anything.”

He dropped his head into your neck and traced a slow line with his tongue, painting your bare skin with his saliva till he reached the top of your neckline. You clenched your eyes shut, your hands closed in a tight fist as his mouth roamed your chest.

“The question is how far are you willing to be pushed my love?” He sucked on your sweet spots as you turned into an unstable block of mass in his arms. He knew you wouldn’t fight him.

He had pulled that one string to puppet you, that one weakness you would lose to every single time. He had you right where he wanted you. Digging his fingers into your hair, he pulled your mouth near his and started devouring you with his soft mouth.

“I hate this dress." He said between kisses. "I hate that everyone saw you looking this fuckable.” His hand glided up your thigh, slowly massaging the smooth skin up and down with his palm.

His teeth hooked around the strap of your dress and pulled them down. When the sleeves fell down, his mouth attacked your already sensitive nipples. He sloppily circled around them through the fabric of your bra. Your hand tugged his hair as he continued to suck. It became impossible to stop the moans escaping you.

 “You have no idea how much I’ve been holding back. I have been nothing but a respectable man to you. But I’m beginning to think that perhaps you do not like it.” His words scared you. He seemed to have taken this as some sort of challenge. The look of terror between your eyes made him rock hard. He forced your legs open with his knee. You could feel his cotton trouser pressing into you through your underwear.

“Perhaps you don’t deserve my restraints anymore.”

Your head fell back as his knees started rocking. He almost came right there when he felt your juices starting to drench his pants.

 “You have no idea how far I’m willing to go. Trackers? Trackers are nothing. I will tie you and gag you till no one can hear your screams. You will be at my complete mercy and no one will come save you.” He moaned as tears started falling uncontrollably from your eyes. He continued rocking till you were a complete sobbing mess.

You should’ve known better than to displeasure him.

He pulled back right before anything progressed further. Straightening his coat he kissed the side of your head. “See you at home Mrs. Hwang.” And with those six words he left, leaving you half naked and dazed. In that moment you realized you had started a very dangerous game in just one evening and you weren’t sure if you could handle playing against Mr. Hwang.

A/N: I wanna play his wife so bad

[tomboxed]

i am not immune to squid game yaoi

[midnight--sadness]

prison wife gihun writing a letter to his beloved husband hwang inho who is serving a 30 year sentence for murder

[linusbenjamin]

Squid Game 2.04 × Six Legs

[gs29]

Mama’s Boy: Jun Ho’s Jealous Moment

Squid Game Master list It was another calm morning in the household, the early sunlight filtering through the windows and casting gentle rays across the room. Jun Ho had just finished his shower, the sound of water dripping from his hair as he stepped out into the warm, quiet space. He moved slowly, enjoying the peaceful moments before the world started demanding his attention. The baby, who had been asleep in his crib, was stirring, his soft babbles filling the silence.

Jun Ho smiled as he walked over to the crib, his heart swelling with affection. The baby—his little boy—was now wide awake, his big eyes searching for someone to give him attention. When Jun Ho leaned over to scoop him up, the baby, who usually loved his dad’s warm embrace, did something unexpected.

“Nooo!” The baby’s tiny arms flailed, and he immediately reached for the other side of the crib where Y/n was already sitting up, rubbing her eyes and smiling gently at her son.

Jun Ho froze, surprised. He tried again, holding out his arms in that way that always made his baby’s face light up. “Come here, buddy,” he cooed, his voice soft and full of affection.

But instead of coming to him, the baby turned his head away, clearly preferring the warmth of his mama’s arms. A soft whimper escaped his lips as his tiny hands reached for Y/n, his eyes wide with trust and a bit of desperation.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh softly at the scene, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Looks like someone’s already picked their favorite,” she teased, holding the baby close as he snuggled into her, his little face content as he rested against her chest.

Jun Ho stood there for a moment, the warmth of the moment washing over him—but then something else settled into his chest: a soft pang of jealousy. He hadn’t expected it. He wasn’t the type to feel jealous, especially not of his own baby. But the way his son was so content in Y/n's arms, completely turning away from him… it stung.

He tried to shake it off, telling himself that the baby was just in one of those moods, that this wasn’t anything personal. Still, he couldn’t help but feel a little left out.

“Come on, buddy,” Jun Ho said again, trying to keep the smile on his face, but there was a little hint of disappointment in his voice. “I’m your dad, remember?”

But the baby, clearly oblivious to his father’s internal turmoil, turned his face further into Y/n’s shoulder, humming softly in contentment. It was like Jun Ho didn’t even exist at the moment.

Y/n looked up at him, her smile softening when she saw the subtle sadness on his face. She reached out, gently rubbing his arm in that comforting way she always did. “It’s okay,” she said, her voice tender. “He’s just really attached to me right now. I think he’s in one of those phases.”

Jun Ho let out a sigh, sitting down on the bed next to her. “I know. It’s just… I miss the way he used to always reach for me. I guess I’m being silly.”

“No, you’re not being silly,” she reassured him, glancing down at their baby, who was now happily sucking on his thumb, completely content in his mama’s arms. “I know it’s tough when it feels like you’re not needed, but trust me—he loves you more than anything in the world. It’s just that right now, he’s really attached to me.”

Jun Ho leaned back against the bedframe, his eyes still fixed on his son. “I know, but it’s hard not to feel like a third wheel.”

The baby, oblivious to his father’s jealousy, let out a small giggle and kicked his legs, his eyes still locked on his mama. It was a cute sound, but for some reason, it only made Jun Ho feel even more excluded.

Then, as if sensing his father’s longing, the baby suddenly let out a little whine, followed by a gentle whimper. His small hands reached out again, but this time, they didn’t go to Y/n. Instead, they stretched toward Jun Ho, his eyes now looking up at his dad with an unspoken plea.

Jun Ho’s heart did a flip as he saw the baby’s hands reaching for him, his little fingers grasping at the air, desperate for attention. Without thinking, Jun Ho immediately reached down and scooped him up, cradling him against his chest.

“There you are,” Jun Ho murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he held his son close. The baby’s little face pressed against his chest, and he let out a contented sigh, curling into his dad’s embrace.

Y/n smiled softly, watching the scene unfold. “See? He just needed a little reassurance. You’re his whole world.”

Jun Ho’s chest tightened as he held his baby, who was now calm and settled in his arms. The jealousy he had felt moments earlier melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude.

“I guess I got a little jealous there,” Jun Ho admitted with a sheepish smile. “But I get it now. You’re right. He just needed a moment with you.”

Y/n reached over and gently caressed Jun Ho’s arm, her eyes soft with understanding. “It’s okay. It’s natural. But just remember—he’s always going to need both of us.”

Jun Ho nodded, looking down at the baby, who had now wrapped his little hand around his dad’s shirt, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I know. I just want to be the one he turns to, too.”

“You will be,” Y/n promised, her voice full of warmth. “You’re his dad. And there’s no replacing that.”

As the morning continued, Jun Ho held his son close, the baby now content in his arms, and the little one even allowed Jun Ho to rock him gently, just as he used to when he was younger. It wasn’t that the baby had abandoned his father—it was just a phase, a moment in time. And as the day wore on, Jun Ho understood that every phase had its purpose.

And when the baby finally rested his head on Jun Ho’s chest, content and secure, the feeling of jealousy seemed so distant. Instead, there was only love for both the baby and his amazing wife who made every moment more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.

Y/n leaned over, kissing Jun Ho’s cheek. “See? All better now.”

Jun Ho smiled, looking down at their son with a contented sigh. “Yeah. All better.”

[creamecafe]

Can you write a fanfic of the frontman who does the games with his wife

Frontman joining the games with Wife!Reader HC

Pairing: Frontman/Hwang In-Ho x Wife!Reader (She/Her/Hers pronouns are used)

Warnings: none just death and in-Ho kinda being toxic but this man is hot

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When he mentioned joining the games, you thought he was insane.

He tried to reassure making sure the game needs to go as planned

Under the protection of the guards, he won't die and neither will you. But still wants to keep you close and protect you in case anything goes wrong

It was hard to act as if there's nothing wrong, like you two weren't behind the game.

You have become very close with Gi-Hun, Jun-Hee, Jung-Bae, and Kang Dae Ho

You forgot to what it really was like to have friends and not spend so much time in the games

In-Ho (known as Young-il) is close to you always. Both of you are on the same team always.

During the Mingle game, when it was the last round of only two people. He kills one of the guys by snapping his neck.

You were taken back as that was not the agreement you both had. Killing other players in the games

He kept telling you that both of you need to survive no matter what it takes

When the voting came, the night came where all the players would turn against each other.

In-Ho promises to protect you. When you married him you were going to stick by him, no matter how messy or painful things get.

He tells you about the plan Gi-Hun had to act dead and take the soldiers guns. He told you to stay with the other players and act helpless.

When the time came, he left the dormitory and ordered the guards to come and take the players away to different games. Only you would be spared and there you would wait for In-Ho. To see what his plan would unfold

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[damn-stark]

hiii!! I was wondering if you could write a hwang Jun Ho x reader where it’s angsty but with fluff ofc as well!! the plot is totally up to you :))

Strained Heart

Hwang Jun-ho x wife!reader

A/N- My first Squid Game imagine so I really hope you like it:)

Warning- Angst and fluff! Spoilers for the show!

Pairing- Hwang Jun-ho x wife!reader

Episode- 2x01

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*12:00 AM*

“Hello?” Your voice comes out groggy, making the person on the other end of the call let out a shaky sigh before they interject.

“I am so sorry to call so late, ma’am, please forgive me,” a sweet feminine voice sounds extremely apologetic and almost as if she had hurt you by just calling so late. “I am calling from the hospital regarding your husband, Hwang Jun-ho.”

The grogginess that was making you all foggy leaves your body in a flash of a second as you hear the name of your husband. She has not mentioned his state but after days of not hearing from him and him not coming home, just hearing someone call you in regards to him is like a spike of adrenaline.

“He was admitted earlier today without any identification, but we were finally able to contact you—”

“Is…my husband alive?” You cut the woman off because you can’t sit in anticipation anymore. You need to know now.

“Yes. He has not woken up, but he was able to get treated. He will be here for the full day if you wish to come and see him. I am sorry again for calling so late. Goodnight.”

“Good night,” you mumble before you pull the phone away from your ear and let it slip from your hold as you drop your head into your hand while also holding your chest and letting out a deep shaky breath.

You had called his phone so many times and messaged him twice as much. When he did not come home the first night, you called his work over and over again in hopes something would change or that they would have received any kind of word from him, but they also had no idea where he had gone. You were all in the dark and the worry had begun eating away at you.

However, there’s finally news from him and you can’t say you’re riddled with relief nor that the strain over your heart lets go, but you no longer feel fear over him being potentially dead. Perhaps you should still feel scared, when you reach the hospital he doesn’t wake up. You wait until morning, but he still fails to rise with the sun. It has his poor mother weeping with worry, but you don’t feel a sliver of fear.

Maybe it’s because you know him better. He’s a fighter, after all, you know that. He wouldn’t give up so easily, especially not when he has yet to hear from his beloved brother. Or maybe fear doesn’t cling to you because your mind is focused on an annoying thought telling you to leave.

You don’t want to live with constant worry, if this is how your life is going to be with him, you don't want any part of it. You can’t live with the constant fear that one morning will be the last time you get to kiss him before he leaves your front door. That strain left you almost invalid this time around, you couldn't focus on anything but him, and all you imagined was violent made-up thoughts of different deaths. Could you really live through that again? Do you want to?

You love Jun-ho, but if that fear and pain is going to be following you around like a looming shadow can you go on at his side and be swallowed by it?

You let out a shaky breath and drift your eyes away from his resting face, catching his lonely hand resting at his side and feeling tempted to grab it to provide him some warmth and comfort while he still lies unconscious as if debating at that moment to give in and take his hand, or leave it be and run with that cruel thought.

Yet before you can decide the heart monitor starts to pick up, not in an alarming way, but enough to pique your curiosity and make you look back at him, noticing at that moment his eyes fluttering open at long last.

“Jun-ho,” you breathe out and slowly rise from your seat at the same time his mother does.

“Jun-ho,” his mother calls out with more tears already rolling down her cheeks. As said man’s eyes open wider she cries out. “Jun-ho, can you hear me?”

A shaky breath runs past your lips and you immediately stroke his cheek with a faint relieved smile spreading on your lips.

“Doctor!” His mother shouts as she runs out before you can offer to call a nurse or doctor inside. “I need a doctor in here! My son just opened his eyes!”

Jun-ho’s dark eyes remain fixated on the ceiling and he breathes out a single name. “In-ho.”

It’s his brother's name. The same estranged brother he’s been searching for, and the same estranged brother he worries about everyday

“Jun-ho,” you call out softly as if to not hurt him, and his eyes slowly shift to you, making his heart monitor skip a beat and a glimmer flash in his eyes as he makes out your face and seems to realize you’re no fever dream. He then utters your name and your smile widens while tears fall from your eyes without warning.

Before either of you can utter anything else besides each other's names his mother returns with a nurse who does a check up on him and preps him to be seen by a doctor. Thus for a while, he belongs to the fleet of nurses that barge in, as well as the doctor that comes in and out until they’re all finally satisfied and know for certain that nothing is wrong with his brain or heart after he was found drowning.

Drowning…he was drowning and you didn’t have a clue. Your worst fear could have come true and you would have never known, you would have lived forever worried and searching desperately if he hadn’t been found.

Can you really go on living like that?

That thought spins in your mind without seeming to know how to stop until finally, Jun-ho steals your attention. “Are you okay?” He asks with his voice still raspy.

You swallow back nervously and then draw in a deep breath. His mother seems to have caught the tension and excuses herself from the room. It’s only when the door is closed that you give his question an honest answer.

“Where were you? I called. I messaged you, and all I got that night you didn’t come home was that I shouldn’t worry, but you were gone for days, Jun-ho. And when I hear from you again, all I get is a call from the hospital saying you were brought in.”

Jun-ho’s eyes linger on you, on your furrowed eyebrows, and your eyes brimming with tears of frustration and he sighs deeply as he averts his eyes.

“I…can’t tell you what I was doing just yet. Wait until we get home so I can tell you what I know. For now,” he says and looks back at you with a slightly pleading look. “Can you trust me when I say I’m sorry for making you worry? I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have another choice and my phone was only at half percent battery.”

You scoff in disbelief and slowly rise from your seat to pierce a glare into him. “That’s all I get? After I was riddled with worry not knowing if you’re alive or not?”

“Did you get what I sent you?” He asks and avoids answering, but that only infuriates you more.

“Jun-ho!”

“Please.”

Your frown deepens and you shake your head stiffly. “No.” You deadpan. “The nurse said you didn’t have a phone on you when you were brought in either.”

He groans and drops his gaze, so you press yourself against the edge of the bed and dig your eyes deep into his gaze to press him. “When we got married you said that you would not let me live with that kind of worry. You promised me Jun-ho, and look at us now.”

He slowly finds you again and with the strength he was gaining, he picks his hand off the bed and wraps his fingers around your hand to offer you some consolation. “I…found my brother…that’s what I was doing, and that’s all I can offer you now. I will explain it all when we go home, where I don’t have to worry if my mother or anyone will overhear. Can that be enough for now?”

Your breath catches and curiosity and confusion fill your mind, outweighing your frustration. Jun-ho sees that and continues to pass another apology. “I am sorry. Please forgive me. I…will do better. I promise.”

That cruel thought pulses in your mind, making your doubt clear.

“I…will change departments. I will work as a traffic officer. Just say you forgive me. I found my brother and lost him all in the same day. I…can’t lose you too.”

That cruel thought falters before it's completely destroyed by your bleeding heart. He doesn’t offer another promise, just sweet and affectionate words, but that’s enough to make your heart swoon and make you grab his hand to kiss his knuckles before you press your forehead against his.

“Don’t give up what you like to do for me…nothing will stop me from worrying, just…don’t leave me in the dark.”

Jun-ho grabs your hand and presses it against his beating heart, letting you feel the same ba-dum you hear on the monitor by his bed.

“I will try,” he offers you without making a promise so as to not potentially break another promise.

“I’m so glad and relieved you’re alive and back to me,” you whisper against his forehead, making him lift your hand to his dry lips to press a kiss on the heel of your hand and find peace in the silence.

[everwhovian]

what remains. | Hwang brothers

(warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of termination)

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Part 18: They have to make a decision

The news came quietly. No big revelation, no dramatic moment, just a simple confirmation handed over with careful words and cautious glances from the doctor.

Yuna was pregnant.

She let out a slow breath, one hand resting against her stomach like she could already feel the life growing there.

It should have been good news. Something to celebrate. Something that, in another life, in another time, would have been met with nothing but joy.

Instead, the doctor’s expression remained careful, measured. “Mrs. Seo,” he started, “I need you to understand that this pregnancy comes with significant risks.” The words cut through the air like a blade. Cold. Final.

Her body was already fragile. The pregnancy would put too much strain on her liver. If she continued carrying the baby, she would be risking her own life.

The room fell silent.

In-ho felt something tighten in his chest, a sharp, suffocating pressure that made it hard to breathe. This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They should have been choosing names, planning a nursery, dreaming about the future. Not sitting in a cold hospital room, being told that keeping their child could kill her.

His hands curled into fists. “Yuna…” he started, voice low, cautious.

But she was already shaking her head.

“No.” Her voice was steady. Too steady. “I’m keeping the baby.”

The doctor sighed. “Mrs. Seo –”

“I understand the risks,” she cut in, looking the doctor straight in the eye. “I understand what I’m choosing.”

And just like that, it was decided.

She wasn’t changing her mind.

They left her with pamphlets, medical reports, recommendations – pages filled with statistics and warnings, all pointing to the same conclusion. But none of it mattered… Yuna had already made her decision

In-ho barely heard them leave, barely registered the sound of the door closing, because his mind was still caught on the impossible weight of their words.

Termination. Risk. Too dangerous.

Yuna sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap, staring down at the hospital blanket as if deep in thought.

She wasn’t crying.

She hadn’t cried once.

And that scared him more than anything.

Slowly, In-ho ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “Yuna…”

“I know.” She looked up, her expression unreadable. “I know what you’re going to say.”

He swallowed, his throat tight. “Do you?”

She smiled – small, tired, but sure. “Yeah.”

“Then you know this is –”

“I know the risks, In-ho.” Her voice was firm, steady. “I know what I’m choosing.”

His jaw clenched. “Then choose yourself. Please.”

She sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “I am choosing myself.”

“No, you’re not,” he snapped, sharper than he meant to. “You’re choosing this baby –”

“Our baby.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut.

Yuna saw the flicker of hesitation in his face and softened. “In-ho,” she murmured, reaching for his hand. He let her take it, let her fingers curl around his even as every part of him screamed that this was wrong, that he should be the one making the impossible choice for her.

“I never thought about kids,” she admitted, her thumb tracing absent circles against his knuckles. “Not really. Not because I didn’t want them, just… because life kept moving. I never stopped to think about it.”

In-ho let out a slow breath. “Neither did I.”

Yuna’s lips twitched into something almost teasing. “Guess it was about time Jun-ho got a sibling.”

He blinked. “What?”

She smirked, tilting her head at him. “Oh, come on. You’ve practically raised him since before he could walk. We both know it.”

He stared at her, baffled.

Because, of course, he had taken care of Jun-ho. Looked after him. Made sure he ate, made sure he had what he needed. But raised him?

“He's your kid, In-ho.”

Something in him jolted. His fingers curled against his palm, something unsteady creeping into his chest.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before – not in those exact words, not consciously – but now that she’d said it out loud, there was no taking it back.

He had been there for every scraped knee, every nightmare, every late-night fever. He had been the one to make sure Jun-ho had money for lunch when their father forgot. He had been the one to teach him how to fight, how to ride a bike, how to navigate the world when it felt too big.

And for every terrible report card, too, that needed smoothing over before In-ho’s stepmother found out – In-ho had been the one there.

And Jun-ho… Jun-ho had never called him his father. Never even considered it, right? But… wasn’t that what In-ho had been? Hadn’t he stepped into that role years ago without realizing it? He had. He just never had the guts to say it out loud. And now, with Yuna’s words hanging in the air, there was no denying it.

He swallowed hard, looking away. “That’s different.”

“Not as different as you think.”

Yuna squeezed his hand. “You’ll be a great dad, you know.”

His breath hitched.

Because he didn’t know that.

He didn’t.

All he knew was that he wanted her to be okay. That the thought of losing her was unbearable. That if she walked out of this hospital, if she chose herself first, he wouldn’t blame her.

Not for a second.

Because he could live without a baby.

But he couldn’t live without her.

She must have seen something in his face because she tugged gently on his hand, pulling him closer until he was sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.

“I know you’re scared,” she murmured. “But I’m not.”

“How?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Because I’m not doing this alone.” She reached out, her palm warm against his cheek. “I have you.”

He pulled away and ran a hand down his face, exhaling slowly before looking at her again, his expression softer this time.

“I just need you to be sure,” he murmured.

Yuna tilted her head slightly, watching him. “I am sure.”

He swallowed. “I know you are. But promise me… you’ll really think about it. Not just now. Not just today.” He hesitated, voice quieter. “Because I need you to think about yourself too, Yuna.”

She studied him for a long moment, then nodded.

“I promise to think about it.”

It wasn’t backing down. It wasn’t uncertainty.

It was for him.

A reassurance. A way to ease the quiet fear settling in his chest, the fear that he couldn’t protect her from this, that no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t fight this battle for her.

And she knew that.

She had always known.

She smiled softly, fingers brushing over his knuckles again. “I know you’d fight this for me if you could.”

He let out a quiet breath, nodding. “Yeah.”

“But you can’t.”

His jaw clenched. He hated hearing it. Hated how true it was.

“And that’s okay,” she murmured, leaning into him. “Because I’m not alone in this.”

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, pressing his forehead against hers.

No, she wasn’t.

Whatever happened – however this ended – she would never be alone.

And neither would he.

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ○△□ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

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[trashgyrl]

once again thinking about gihun's eyes softening when he looks at inho

[lyxchen]

DO YOU THINK MAYBE IN-HO REALLY WANTED GI-HUN TO LEAVE AND GO VISIT GA-YEONG NOT JUST TO HAVE HIM AWAY FROM THE GAMES BUT ALSO BECAUSE IN-HO CAN NEVER HAVE WHAT GI-HUN STILL DOES?? A CHILD?!! DO YOU THINK IN-HO TOLD GI-HUN TO BOARD THAT PLANE BECAUSE IF HIS WIFE AND CHILD HAD SURVIVED IN-HO WOULD HAVE BOARDED!! THAT!! PLANE?!!?!!!!! DO YOU- DO YOU THNIK HHHHHHHhhhh

[yup-thats-me]

slipping through my fingers • Lee Byung-hun

pairing: husband!Lee Byung-Hun x wife!reader

summary: funny tricks of time; growing old with your husband

warning: growing old, age gap. please, please i beg of you don't think too hard about byung-hun and the reader's ages, please. when I tell you me and my friend had to storm our brains for an hour to calculate their ages. please. also, i suggest you listen to the song while reading this<3

"bye bye, momma!" waved goodbye your little girl. she was in high school now, and you and your husband were grateful that your prized girl was not like most teenagers. she was understanding, gentle.

byung-hun stood beside his wife, eyes on the yellow school bus. "seems like yesterday that she came into this world, doesn't it darling?'' he said as he laid his head on her shoulder.

"Mmm", she nodded. "time is cruel."

it really was. how can it be that your daughter is almost at the age where she'll be leaving home when it barely feels that you've been with your husband for barely two years? oh, at it had been eighteen years when you had met Byung-hun.

Byung-hun was a regular at the cafe y/n worked at. he would go there as soon as he wrapped up filming for the day. from the early days of his acting career, he frequented the cafe but it had only been a few months since the waitress. y/n had joined.

she was so sweet, smiling at everyone, not an ounce of anger or tiredness in her eyes. he knew he was at least twenty years older than the girl but it didn't matter, right?

"can i get your name, sweetheart?"

it'd be a lie if y/n said she didn't feel like melting onto the earth. his voice dripping with honey, his eyes smiling.

"y/n."

that had been their first date. Byung-hun had asked her manager if she could leave early. she of course, agreed. how could anyone would deny Lee Byung-hun anything?

that day was eighteen years ago. how time flies.

Byung-hun kissed his wife goodbye. "when I come back let's go out for a movie? with d/n?" she nodded.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

"you ready, sweetheart?"

y/n asked fixing her daughter's veil. her little girl was getting married, she's truly going into the world, with someone she loves, adores.

no words could explain how y/n felt. this is the same girl she had given birth to, her little fingers had wrapped around her thumb so adoringly. so naturally.

it's time for her little girl to hold someone else.

y/n wiped the corners of her eyes, not wanting to let her daughter see her cry. "your father is waiting outside. let's go?" her voice trembling slightly.

Byung-hun stood outside the doors, his mind replaying the old times. it feels like yesterday that he held his daughter for the first time, only yesterday had he heard his little girl call him 'appa' for the first time. oh how he had felt the world around him stop at that moment. he really missed the old times.

when his wife came outside holding his daughter, he couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"you look so beautiful, princess." he said hugging his girl.

d/n wiped her tears as well. it felt surreal having her father cry while holding her. "appa, I'm still your little girl. I promise."

y/n patted her husband. the rays of sun falling onto the family, making them look ethereal. after they had composed themselves, y/n softly pushed through the doors of the altar.

she held her daughter's hand, her husband linking his arm with d/n. the music wafted through the venue. some of byung-hun and y/n's friends had tears in their eyes too. to them, d/n was also their beloved girl. time really flies.

when the priest pronounced officially d/n and her lover, y/n had intertwined her arms with her husband. it was much very hard for Byung-hun than her. the man saw his girl as the world, ready to bring the world at her feet. he would become so proud at all of d/n's achievement, no matter small or big. he really was d/n's greatest fanboy.

y/n rested her head against Byung-hun's shoulder, comforting him as d/n and her lover kissed.

beautiful.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

"you look so beautiful, my love," came Byung-hun's voice as he handed his wife a cup of coffee as the sat on their porch.

y/n laughed. time had certainly left its marks. "you've been telling me that for the last 35 years, my love."

"and," byung-hun leaned down to kiss y/n's hand. "i would continue to do so till my last breath, sweetheart."

"I love you."

[queen-morgana91]

Hwang family is so interesting because their dynamic/plot has GREAT effect to the story (and soon, even to the ending in s3, imo)