#hwang inho x seong gihun

[bl1ssfulelleon]

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

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

toxic yaoi & doomed yaoi yum!!

[sleepingkittiesworld]

What if instead of the Love Hotel, Gi-hun buys a Strip Club?

Gi-hun—paranoid, guilt ridden, traumatized—needs a place to hide. A place to stay. Somewhere he’d never be found.

He never meant to own a place like this.

But then again—he never meant to win, either.

It had been an accident.

A thought that spiraled into a plan that didn’t even feel like his own.

Because after the Games—after the money, after the blood, after the funerals he didn’t attend, after the calls he didn’t return—

He had to disappear.

He had to hide.

Because they were watching.

The ones who ran the game.

The ones who made him play.

The ones who were waiting to see what he’d do next.

And fuck,

He couldn’t let them find him.

Couldn’t let them know what he was planning.

Couldn’t let them think, even for a second, that he was still a threat.

So he did what they wouldn’t expect.

He became something else.

Something unremarkable.

Something shameless.

Something that didn’t look like a man desperate for revenge.

He bought a strip club.

Because no one would look for him there.

Not the Front Man.

Not the recruiters.

Not even the few people he still had left in his life.

It was the perfect cover.

Sleazy. Loud. Indulgent.

A place full of sex and smoke and neon lights, a place that screamed greed, a place where no one asked questions.

A place where he could pretend to be just another rich man wasting his fortune on vices instead of thinking about what he had done.

And it worked.

At first.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Because no one came looking.

No one followed him.

No one dragged him back to that island.

But then he had to run it.

And fuck, fuck, fuck—

That was worse.

Because he didn’t belong here.

Because he wasn’t like the men who came here every night, the ones who slid cash under garter straps with easy grins, the ones who could sit back, relaxed, comfortable, drinking in the sight of beautiful women with no shame, no hesitation, no guilt.

Gi-hun wasn’t like that.

Gi-hun sat in his office with a whiskey he barely touched.

Gi-hun signed the checks and avoided the floor, avoided the women, avoided the temptation of hands trailing over his shoulders when they called him ‘boss’ just to watch him flinch.

Because that’s what they did.

They teased him.

Because it was easy.

Because he made it easy.

Because they had never met a strip club owner who was so fucking awkward.

So easily flustered.

So jaw-clenchingly tense every time someone got too close.

And they loved it.

Because this was the man who owned them?

This nervous, sweaty-palmed idiot who still averted his eyes when they adjusted their tops?

This man who sat stiff-backed in the VIP room, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else, gripping his drink like it was the only thing keeping him from running out the door?

It was hilarious.

So they pushed him.

Sat in his lap, just to watch him go rigid.

Traced a finger down his shirt collar, just to see his pulse jump.

Called him ‘boss,’ said it all slow and sultry, just to make him swallow too hard.

And you know he’d be the best boss too.

Oh, absolutely.

He would be the best fucking boss.

Because he respects them.

Because he knows what it’s like to be used, to be treated like a commodity, to have your body be nothing more than a means to an end.

And he hates it.

So he runs things differently.

No one gets forced into anything.

No one has to put up with a client they don’t like.

No one gets harassed, no one gets shorted, no one gets treated like they’re disposable.

Because he won’t let that happen.

Because he can’t.

And fuck, fuck, fuck—

The dancers notice.

They realize pretty quickly that he’s different.

That he’s not like the sleazebags who usually own places like this.

That he actually listens when they have complaints, actually throws out men who cross the line, actually makes sure everyone gets paid fairly.

And God, God, God—

The first time he threatens a customer for one of them?

The first time he grabs some asshole by the collar and drags him out into the street, voice low, dangerous, promising that if he ever comes back, he won’t be leaving with all his teeth?

They fall in love.

Not literally.

(Okay, maybe some of them.)

But suddenly, they stop teasing him just to mess with him.

They start teasing him because they actually like him.

Because he’s not just some awkward, blushing idiot anymore—he’s theirs.

Their boss.

Their protector.

The one man in this world who treats them like they matter.

And he doesn’t even realize it.

Doesn’t see the way they soften around him, doesn’t notice how they trust him in a way they don’t trust other men.

Doesn’t understand that no matter how much money he has, no matter how much guilt he carries, no matter how much he wants to disappear—

He’s already found a place where he belongs.

It was supposed to be temporary.

A means to an end.

A cover.

A place where he could hide in plain sight, where no one would ask questions, where no one would look for a man like him.

He hadn’t expected to care.

Hadn’t expected to give a damn about the girls who worked for him, about their lives, their safety, their happiness.

Hadn’t expected to become someone they trusted.

Hadn’t expected to become theirs.

But fuck, fuck, fuck—

He did.

He cared too much.

Because it was them.

The women who worked here, the ones who laughed too loud, teased him too much, flirted with him just to watch him squirm—they were good.

They were strong.

They were sharp, quick, clever, resilient.

And he knew what this world did to women like them.

So he made sure it never touched them.

Made sure they were safe.

Made sure they got paid fairly, that they never felt like they had to do anything they didn’t want to, that they never had to put up with a customer who made them uncomfortable.

He took them seriously.

He listened to them.

He bought them whatever they asked for.

If one of them wanted a new stage built, he paid for it.

If one of them wanted a better dressing room, he had it remodeled.

If they wanted better security, better wages, better lighting, better anything—

He made it happen.

Because he could.

Because money meant nothing to him.

Because he didn’t deserve it, because he had killed for it, because it sat in his account like a weight around his neck, because if he couldn’t spend it on the people he actually gave a damn about, then what the fuck was the point?

The first time one of them called him in the middle of the night, crying, scared, needing help—

And he didn’t hesitate.

He was out the door, in his car, tracking down the man who had hurt her before she even had to ask.

And that night—everything changed.

Because they knew.

They knew now, without a doubt, that he was one of them.

That he was theirs.

[bangs-coffee-fandoms-unite]

Chapter Two Archive of Our Own Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62894770/chapters/161628754#workskin

[little-fanfic-isle]

This happened. So... read and tell me if you like it? <3

Summary:

“Something on your mind?” In-ho’s voice was low, his tone casual but with a hint of amusement.

Gi-hun glanced up then, and sure enough, there was a knowing glint in In-ho’s eyes. He wasn’t mocking him, but he was definitely aware of the effect he was having.

“I was just… thinking,” Gi-hun muttered, unable to meet In-ho’s gaze.

“Hmm.” In-ho didn’t press on, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as he found the whole situation mildly entertaining.

--- au - where Gi-hun and In-ho are colleagues at work. In-ho's this tough, confident guy who turns heads when he walks by. Gi-hun is one of the people who's head turns. (I'm really bad at writing a summary, sorryyy!)

[venoooo]

"You're growing tired of me."

"You love me so hard and I still can't sleep."

"You're growing tired of me."

"And all the things I don't talk about."

[midnight--sadness]

Hwang In-ho in season 2 of Squid Game

[typicalnameofablog]

does is make sense?

[sexwithstilinskiandhale]

Netflix gave us the old man yaoi we never knew we needed.

[arochkin]

WEEEEEEEEEELL

[motteteto]

release their bathroom scene

[bl1ssfulelleon]

Gi-hun: “I choose Jung-bae because he’s my friend.”

In-ho: “And I took that personally.”

[sleepingkittiesworld]

The Magic That Turns A Beast Into A Prince

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Seong Gi-hun is a widowed, debt-ridden gambler trying to get his life together—at least on the surface. Hwang In-ho is a moody bookshop owner with a sharp mind and a quiet obsession for observing people, especially the curious stranger who starts frequenting his store.

or

Season 1 of “You” except it’s Seong Gihun and Hwang Inho.

[anotherlikeyou]

Therapy is expensive, toxic old men yaoi is free

[trashgyrl]

he wants that cookie so baddd 😭😭

[baissick]

[noonecareslol]

underrated in his OWN SHOW.

raw. next question.