#junhee x reader

[misayani]

MINISKIRT — SQUID GAME WOMEN + THANOS AND YOU WEARING A MINISKIRT HCS

◜ featuring ... kang mi-na (player 196), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), jun-hee (player 222), hyun-ju (player 120), young-mi (player 195), kang sae-byeok (s1 player 067), + thanos (player 230)

𔗨 author's note — hope u guys missed me cs i havent posted any works for the past 24 hours [lowercase intended]

warnings: nsfw on some parts

mi na — 

- FEMXFEM.

- the two of you going on a cute date while wearing miniskirts because hello??? 

- u shop together for clothes and everytime you guys do she gets you a miniskirt

- you now have like 30 of them in ur closet

- compliments you non stop because ??? her gf's so pretty it makes her wanna cry

- will tease you all day if you decide to wear that out

- lingering touches on your thighs here and there

- has a smug smirk on her face while doing it

- she rides it up more, claiming "it looks better like that"

- has a pepper spray in her bag in case the both of you stays out until night 

- will STARE and GLARE at anybody who's looking at your legs

- like how dare they that's only for hers to look at ??

- the both of you are so feminine, guys mistake the both of you as just friends

- she'll simply roll her eyes and give them a disgusted look

- "what? haven't seen a pretty girl date another pretty girl? idiots."

- planning outfits with her !!!! ><

- the both of you laying down on your stomach, legs tangled with each other behind, and scrolling on your laptop to buy more clothes (and miniskirts)

- overall a power couple, we love feminine pussy eater girls <3

"cmon, lift it a little more up. what's the point of a miniskirt if you're gonna pull it down?" your butt cheeks are literally already hanging out.

no eul —

- oh boy

- she's so protective

- if you're out together, she'll subtly walk closer to you to shield you from unwanted attention

- wears a jacket for you whenever you decide to wear a miniskirt

- HEKSKSKSK YOU LOVE TEASING HER SM

- guiding her hand to your thighs

- she'll stiffen and yank her hand away and you pout :(

- she shoots you a glare, her eyes giving you a warning

- "wait until we get home."

- you sigh and decide to tease her more by riding your skirt up until your safety shorts r literally visible

- SHE'LL CLENCH HER JAW AT YOUR STUBBORNNESS AND IT'S LITERALLY SO FUCKING HOT????

- you'll just act innocent and bat your eyelashes at her

- "what? i didn't do anything wrong:("

- whenever you get the chance, you'll grind your ass against her

- she will.audibly.hiss.ohmyfuckinggosh

- you're so dead when the two of you finally get home !!!

- she's USUALLY a soft dom but don't expect her to go easy on you after you literally just teased her the whole day

- the miniskirt stays on while she fucks your brains out

- ends up with you drooling and moaning nothing but her name the whole night

- well... that's what you get when you don't listen!

- you obviously liked it though, so ever since that you started to wear miniskirts more often;)

"stop crying. you asked for this, didn't you?"

se mi —

- SHE INSISTS YOU WEAR THEM.

- will walk around the mall with her arm wrapped around your waist FOR EVERYONE TO SEE YOU'RE HERS

- shamelessly stares at your thighs and smirks if she sees you blushing

- "come here closer, baby"

- unlike with no-eul's, se-mi will be the one grinding on your ass

- literally fantasizes about bending you over and lifting your skirt up 

- OHMYGO

- if you're acting bratty, she'll bend you over her lap and spank you until your ass is red

- sometimes she makes you go commando 

- se-mi loves being risky

- she will sneakily brush her hand up your thighs

- but if you're not in the mood for anything and just really want to wear a cute miniskirt, she'll respect that

- because no is no <3

- although, if you like it like that

- she'll definitely have some fun with you

- secretly gets turned on whenever you wear miniskirts but doesn't admit it because she has to keep that 'cool' exterior of hers /eyeroll

- overall just loves your thighs so much. to the moon and back.

"can we go home now? i wanna rip that skirt off you"

jun hee —

- out of all four ABOVE (^), she's the most respectful

- "you look so pretty wearing that"

- if the miniskirt is too mini though, she'll get flustered

- she's the one who's gonna pull it down for you

- "baby, it's short like that on purpose!" "i don't care, it's too short!"

- acts like a mother to you

- she may complain sometimes but when you ask her to pick out your clothes

- she'll definitely go for the miniskirt with no hesitation

- she secretly likes it. she just isn't fond of the idea of other people seeing your legs

- her eyes will involuntarily flicker to your legs often as much as she hates to admit it

- "are you staring?"

- "what? no! i mean, maybe a little but—!"

- you just laugh at her while she rolls her eyes playfully at you

- but with that aside, she does really think you're breathtaking whenever you wear miniskirts. i mean she thinks you're breathtaking in general but something about you wearing miniskirts just gets her on

"you're starting to convince me to let you wear that more often." "glad to know."

hyun ju —

before her surgery: 

- you tried to tell her once that it's more than fine for her to wear a miniskirt

- she politely declines, telling you that she doesn't really feel confident yet

- you respect her decision, "okay, i'll be right here whenever you're ready!"

- instead, she admires you. her stares linger a little longer than usual

- though a little part of her wishes she could be as confident as you 

- not in an envy way though!!! NEVER.

- you inspire hyun-ju so much, and she's glad to have you. someone that helps her and understands her

- anyways, she's calm most of the time, you'll hear some compliments here and there

- "you look amazing."

- this literally makes your heart melt so much, the way she's staring at you out of love :((( <3

- her protective side though ?????

- "did that person tell you anything??" "no, they just said i look pretty!:)"

- her jaw clenches, but she does nothing about it.

- after all, what they said was right. it was undeniable, you really do look pretty

- you give her a little twirl sometimes, showing off your pretty outfit

- "you're showing off, aren't you?"

- your lips curve into a smile, "mhm! and you will too, one day."

- she smiles at the thought but doesn't say anything further

after her surgery:

- YAAAAAY !!!!!!!!

- 10000 MORE TIMES CONFIDENT 

- hesitates at first though, but that's totally fine!!!

- "are you sure i can pull this off..?" "BABY YOU WOULD LOOK THE HOTTEST."

- you decided to get her comfortable with skirts first

- "hmm... what do you say to wearing a skirt but just inside the house?" 

- "...okay." 

- you help her relax and get comfy with it. you're literally her safe space:(

- and then you hype her up so much to the point she gets convinced

- are you ready....

- TA-DA!! she finally wears a skirt outside the house !!

- not as short as yours though, she isn't ready for that yet. BUT !!! baby steps <33

- "we can just go for a quick walk, if you're fine with that."

- if anybody stares, you glare at them and turn to hyun-ju with a warm smile

- "don't mind them, they don't matter. you're doing so well"

- after a while, she grows more and more comfortable wearing a skirt

- then the both of you finally go on dates while wearing matching skirts !! yay 

"i realized people care way less than we think they do."

young mi —

- ADORES YOU SO SO MUCH

- she gets flustered easily, and you take advantage of that

- "sweetheart, do you think this length is good? or should i go for a shorter one?"

- will stutter and nervously fiddle with her fingers

- "i think— i think it's already too short.."

- "too short? come closer so you can see it better."

- you're an absolute tease 

- KEEPS HER HANDS TO HERSELF WHEN THE BOTH OF YOU ARE SITTING TOGETHER

- literally just stares forward, trying her hardest to not look at your bare legs

- you sulk though when you wear a miniskirt specifically for her but she won't even bat an eye on you:(

- "do you not like it? i can change.."

- she snaps her head towards you, "no no no! i just cant handle all that.." LMFAO

- "well you better learn how to, i'm not gonna give up until you look at me."

- spoiler alert!!!! you make her ride your thigh ♡

"unnie.." 

sae byeok —

- 'wear that idgaf i can fight' TYPE

- she literally has her pocket knife with her no matter where she goes

- she doesn't need it ngl, it's mostly for you

- I MEAN NOT TO USE ON YOU (unless you want her to;)

- you draw her attention on purpose: lifting your skirt up, brushing your thigh against her leg, bending down to pick something up

- you whine if you see her not reacting even once:(

- "if you want me to do something, then you'll have to be riskier."

- you'd literally do anything, even if that made you look so desperate

- you'd rub your thighs together and softly moan directly into sae-byeok's ear 

- ... still gets you nowhere

- HAND PLACEMENTTT

- makes your cunt throb sb when you feel her hot palm against your inner thigh

- her fingers might brush over your core if you're lucky

- but that's all she does, the rest happens at home

- aside from all that horny shit though, she really likes it when you wear miniskirts

- she can't quite place her finger on it as to why— miniskirts are just so you

- most of the time she doesn't even know what to say, mostly cause she can't think of a word to compliment you. simply saying that you're beautiful sounds such an understatement for her.

"sae, stop glaring at the man." "i'm gonna fucking gut him up if he doesn't rip his eyes away from you." shit left you speechless.

thanos —

- EASY ACCESS !!!!!!!!

- "holy shit baby, you look good. easier for me to—" "thanos!"

- he's SURPRISINGLY good at giving you outfit tips like ??? okay diva??

- "wear my leather jacket over that, it matches with the skirt."

- he wants to accompany you whenever you go shopping

- he's not one of those bitchy guys who complain about you taking so long at the store, he actually enjoys spending time with you shopping for your girly stuff

- just like se-mi, this man stares at your thighs shamelessly

- he's so sassy 

- "my legs look better." "baby, i love you, but shut the fuck up."

- curses in english whenever you come out of your room and he sees you wearing a miniskirt

- if he sees another man staring at HIS girlfriend, he'll call him out

- "isn't my girlfriend so stunning? you're lucky cause she's the last pretty thing you get to see before i fucking gouge your eyes out"

- he sulks when you scold him

- "might ban you from wearing a skirt outside from now on, just too many eyes."

- though he's jealous, deep down he's proud to call you as his

- like??? nobody else can't handle your fine ass but him

- he doesn't even need his drugs anymore; you're his drug

- he just can't have enough of you

"you're killing me with that outfit, you know that?"

@misayani

[carnalcrows]

DEADBEAT BABY DADDY - JUNHEE

pairing: jun-hee x guard! male reader

synopsis: A very pregnant and very pissed-off Jun-hee finds an unexpected way to relieve her stress—with a little help from you.

content warnings: 18+, ooc characters, breast sucking, lactation kink (?), clitoris stimulation, semi-public sex.

word count: 0.8k

A/N: had fun with this fic lolol. req

The dormitory was filled with the usual dull hum of  players chatting and masked guards going about their duties—shuffling boots, quiet conversations, and the occasional scolding from a higher-up. But above all that, a sharp, familiar voice rang out.

"You absolute bastard, Myung-gi!"

A few nearby players and guards turned their heads ever so slightly before quickly minding their business. No one wanted to be caught in the crossfire when a pregnant woman was pissed.

You, however, had the misfortune of standing right next to her as she advanced on Myung-gi, who had the audacity to look amused despite the absolute fury radiating off of her.

"You knew I was pregnant, and you still dragged me into this nightmare?" she hissed, jabbing a finger into his chest.

Myung-gi scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets like this was all some minor inconvenience. "First of all, I didn't drag you into anything. Second, you needed the money, didn’t you?"

Jun-hee actually looked like she might strangle him. "I needed money to take care of my baby, not to be stuck in this hellhole surrounded by trigger-happy idiots and—"

She gestured wildly in your direction.

"—him!"

You blinked. "Me? What did I do?"

She turned on you like a storm brewing, eyes fiery. "You're the one who keeps following me around, Triangle Boy!"

You raised your hands in defense. "That's because someone needs to make sure you don’t pass out from stress!"

Jun-hee groaned, rubbing her temple. "I swear, if I survive this, I'm killing you both after I give birth."

She stomped away, muttering under her breath, leaving you standing there awkwardly with Myung-gi.

"...So," he said, stretching, "you two got something going on?"

You shoved him as you walked past. "Shut up."

Later that night, you found her in the dimly lit bathroom, leaning against the sink, breathing deeply. Her hands cradled her stomach instinctively, her frustration from earlier replaced by something softer.

"You okay?" you asked, shutting the door behind you.

She huffed. "No. My feet hurt, my back hurts, and my brain is melting from being surrounded by morons all day."

You hesitated before stepping closer. "Anything I can do?"

She eyed you, skeptical. "Anything?"

"Uh... within reason."

A slow smirk formed on her lips, but it quickly faded into something more vulnerable. "It's stupid, but..." She exhaled, shifting uncomfortably. "My chest is killing me."

You furrowed your brows. "Like, heart pain? Or—"

She shot you a deadpan look.

"Oh. Ohhh." Your face heated. "That’s... um."

Pregnancy was making her breasts sore and swollen, and yeah, you’d read somewhere that relieving the pressure could help, but—

"Forget it," she mumbled, moving to leave.

You grabbed her wrist before you could think twice. "No! I mean... I can help. If you want."

She looked at you carefully, searching for any sign of mockery or hesitation. Finding none, she sighed and leaned back against the sink.

"Fine. But no weird comments, got it?"

You nodded solemnly. "I promise to be the pinnacle of professionalism while sucking your—"

She smacked the back of your head.

"Shutting up now."

You slowly slid off your mask– this was definitely against the rules but– when in need, eh?

Carefully placing your hands on her waist, you lowered your head to her tits as she adjusted herself slightly. The warmth of her body, the gentle rise and fall of her breath—it all felt strangely intimate. As your mouth latched onto her, a shudder ran through her, and she let out a soft, relieved sigh.

You held her waist with one hand as you kneaded her free breast with the other. She let out soft moans, arching her back in such a way that you took more of her into your mouth.

Your hand slid from her waist to the hem of her track pants– tugging at the hem as a silent ask for permission. She let you– shimming down the tracks, along with her panties. You rubbed lazy circles around her clit as you latched onto the other breast, giving both equal attention.

"...You’re surprisingly good at this," she breathed out, her fingers absentmindedly carding through your hair.

You pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze. "Do not make this weird, Player 222."

She smirked lazily. "Too late."

You rolled your eyes and returned to your task, focusing on helping her relax.

For a while, the world outside the bathroom didn't exist. There were no games, no fear, no guns—just the warmth of her body against yours and the steady rhythm of her breathing.

And then the door opened.

You froze. Jun-hee froze. A shadow loomed in the doorway, and through the dim lighting, you could make out none other than Player 001 himself.

There was a long, excruciating silence.

"...Am I interrupting something?" His voice was flat, but you could feel the judgment.

“Boss–It’s uh, not what it looks like–”

“BOSS?!”

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[ilovebabygirls]

PERSEVERANCE . kang dae-ho

pairing — kang dae-ho × female reader | mention of kim jun-hee × female reader (platonic)

tags — pure angst | some comfort & fluff | third person point of view

warnings — no happy ending | english is not my first language!! | use of lowercase intended | canon accurate violence | blood | death | assault | hint of misogyny | capitalism | major daddy issues | toxic masculinity

words count — 15k

summary — she was nowhere near a fighter, barely surviving through the games. that is what she believed until she encountered a certain former marine who swore he would protect her with his life. will he be able to keep his promise when a fight breaks out?

last updated — 20/02/2015

requested by @miy-svz

latest work — kang dae-ho boyfriend headcanons

heads spinning. bodies were trembling in fear. the repetitive circular motion of the carousel causing unsteadiness. her heart was beating out of her chest in panic. she was on the verge of tearing her ears off, the eerie melody and children's voices haunting her. she felt nauseous and the smell of blood was doing nothing to help out. her feet were anchored to the ground. her legs were slightly spread apart so as to not lose her balance. she felt dizzy but distraction would rush her to her demise. at this point, she regretted all her life choices, from the great amount of student debt she amassed to study abroad, to accepting playing children's games she was unfamiliar with because of cultural differences.

fortunately, in this living hell, [your name] found hope. she had allied with seong gi-hun's group, also known as the previous winner of the games. the young woman was grateful to be part of this team. the odds had to be in her favour. she was surrounded by strong and reliable people, and in particular one of the kindest souls.

kang dae-ho.

although the first impression he had made on her had not been the greatest, she eventually realised she had been mistaken. she had noticed him in the dormitory after the first vote. a small crowd had gathered around player 456. most players who had come had voted to remain in the games, they were definitely asking for guidance to work on a strategy for the next round. perched on top of her bed on the opposite side of the room, she had deeply sighed as she watched the scene unfold with disdain. the crowd had seemed to consider they had a fair chance of triumphing in these games. she was incapable of fathoming how anyone would gamble their life for money. then again, compared to some of the people who ended up in this place, she was not the one with the most debt amassed.

the young woman had lifted her gaze to the clear golden piggy bank hovering over the room, a constant reminder of their desperation. all that cash hanging over her head and she was unable to reach it. it spoke to her, messed with her mind and interfered with her common sense. these people were toying with the players, a system exploiting the penniless for their profit and entertainment. regardless, greed did not consume her yet, and the student was far from willing to sacrifice her life.

the woman was ripped away from her string of thoughts when a deep exclamation erupted. two men were standing where the crowd once was. she recognised one of them as the man who had stayed close to player 456 during the first game. player 390 was proudly smiling in front of a tall man and muscular in a half ponytail, slapping his arm in a fatherly manner. his form was strict, worthy of a soldier, as he saluted the older man. he was the source of the disturbance. macho and prideful were a few of the terms she had come up with to describe the view. she had sent their way the most judgmental look she could have mustered, which they did not catch, too focused on their little show.

"the lunatic said the next game was going to be dalgona." she had overheard a woman say near her bunk.

dalgona? like the sweet? were they gonna have an eating contest?

[your name] had officially met the man as she was looking for a group during the six-legged pentathlon. the players had entered the artificial and colourful courtyard as the feminine voice was introducing the next challenge.

it was not going to be a dalgona.

thank god.

the young woman had been slightly relieved at the announcement since she had never competed in the presumed game. moreover, being part of a group was reassuring, knowing she could count on her teammates to win, or instead, they could bring her down with them. at least if she managed to be accepted, nay tolerated, in a group. [your name] had been dragging her feet around the playground for a while, scrutinising her surroundings. the walls were painted a baby blue shade, clouds drawn haphazardly all over them, similar to events in kindergarten where children would decorate the classroom with their craftwork. the main entrance looked like school gates with inspiring words on top of it. alongside the main entrance were countless fake windows with different coloured curtains and chalk drawings on blackboards. rainbows adorned the doors throughout the arena contrasting with the deathly atmosphere.

many players had already formed teams of six, men sticking together assuming letting a woman in was suicide. less than three minutes were left on the clock, time was ticking fast. everyone she had asked to join had either rejected her, laughed in her face or the team was already full. [your name] had been so desperate that she had even approached that marvel fan rapper wannabe known as thanos, however, she had been immediately shushed by his lapdog with a bob who insulted her under his breath. the purple-haired man had simply pouted at her, tilting his head like a puppy. thanos said something in english she did not comprehend, despite speaking the language, before jiggling his hands in front of his face, displaying his tattoos and ridiculous multicoloured nails. the rapper turned his body away, jumping and crossing his legs, and strutted away with an exaggerated movement of his shoulders, his two teammates on his tail. she shook her head in disbelief and pulled her attention away from the trio.

it was now easy to detect who had been left behind. her eyes darted around the playground in search of a despairing soul. her gaze eventually locked with the one of a young woman her age, who she remembered from "red light, green light". [your name] had stood behind her during the crocodile line strategy presented by player 456, she had helped the girl up when the latter's legs had almost given out under her weight. [your name] had pressed the stranger's back against her chest, tightly hugging her body. however, the student had been startled when she felt a large bump but had chosen to keep quiet.

her legs had a mind of their own and led her to the unmoving player.

"did you find a group yet?" she questioned, her fists clenched in her pockets. she tried to appear nonchalant, when in fact, she was terrified. her eyes betrayed her as she blinked too much to be relaxed. what would happen to people without a group? would they form a group together? or would they be eliminated on the spot despite being an even number, allowing them to make equal teams?

"not yet..." the woman responded. her interlocutor hummed in return, slowly nodding.

"do you wanna team up?" [your name] proposed, pursing her lips, nervously waiting for the girl's reply.

"yes, please." she quickly agreed. "i'm jun-hee." she introduced herself.

"[your name]." she coldly responded, offering a weak smile.

"now, we just need four other people. easier said than done..." the young woman admitted as jun-hee nodded.

they roamed around one more minute, eyeing groups who would perhaps take them in. they were not demanding, anyone would do. however, they were aware they were a not sight for the sore eye or promising candidates. a pregnant lady (most were not aware of her condition, regardless, she was still a frail-looking woman) and a foreigner (she would be a millstone round the neck simply by her cluelessness concerning the rules of the games). jun-hee landed her eyes on a specific group and began to walk in their direction. [your name] directed her gaze to where her teammate was heading and her eyes widened. she ran after player 222 in a hurry.

"i don't think they are gonna be very welcoming, jun-hee." she warned. jun-hee paid her no mind and maintained her pace. the man who had been previously yelling in the sleeping quarters had already fetched two players just as spirited, player 390 seemingly the most satisfied by the young man's find. too late, the team was full, not that they had any chance of joining. nevertheless, jun-hee would not let this prevent her from shooting her shot despite [your name]'s vain murmurs of protest.

jun-hee planted herself in front of the group and spoke up, her teammate awkwardly standing a step back.

"excuse me. please let us join your team." she pleaded, her eyes wide open. she appeared like prey in the wild.

"sorry, we've already got six people—" player 390 replied before he was abruptly interrupted.

"she is pregnant!" her teammate suddenly blurted out. all eyes were on her as she stood next to jun-hee, who was as startled as the men. the young woman straightened her posture, released a breath she had been holding and cleared her throat.

"you don't need to let me join, but please let her..." she whispered, getting a hold of herself after her short outburst. she hoped the men would show some empathy or, at best, pity her new acquaintance. if one of the two women could escape from an evident death, she deemed it necessary to overshare personal details even if it was not her place to do so.

"please help us." jun-hee finished, instinctively placing a hand on her bump and grabbing the other woman by the wrist.

a few seconds of unnerving silence ensued. none of the men knew the appropriate way to react. they all gawked at the woman's belly, her grip tensing on [your name]'s wrist in apprehension.

dae-ho had been the one to break the silence, advocating for the two women when he had recommended the two marines for the team.

"we can't let them fend for themselves. especially a pregnant woman. i say we let them join." he said, holding his hand up in a fist as his mouth tightened into a thin line. he threw an apologising look at the men, feeling slightly embarrassed. he had brought them over just to let them go in a matter of seconds. gi-hun immediately agreed with the young man and player 001, who seemed to follow anything the latter declared, acquiesced. player 390 was the only one who had not said anything since [your name] revealed jun-hee's pregnancy. regardless, his opinion would not count as his teammates had reached a decision.

"you have two marines to protect you, girls. you're safe with us." he forced out a smile. the group dismissed the other two men whose protests were ignored. they walked away, one patting the other's back. [your name] could not feel sorry for them, they would find a team in no time, however, the newly formed team was disadvantaged if people's opinions were taken into consideration.

to everyone's surprise, the team crossed the finishing line a couple of seconds before the end of the countdown. after all, the two girls turned out to be a valuable addition to the group, both of them completing their mini-game in one attempt (unlike young-il who had crashed out and cost them priceless time).

as the guards escorted them back to the dormitories, dae-ho walked alongside her and decided to strike up a small conversation.

"i am glad we survived. are you okay? i mean, after all that." he began, skimming over her figure to confirm any scrapes she could have. she frowned at the sudden interaction.

"don't worry, i'm fine." she assured. "you... uhm, you were really good at gonggi. like you did that all your life." she added to dissipate the awkwardness that only she was feeling.

"you could say so." he chuckled before moving his attention to the woman's mini-game. "i don't know how you passed 'cham cham cham' in one go. are you a telepath?" he joked, throwing [your name] a wide smile which she responded with a genuine giggle.

"actually, the guard made it pretty easy. i just had to observe how he did it with the other teams. he would start with the same two moves and the third one would be different. so i just had to pick the first direction he chose on the third round." she explained with a proud grin. dae-ho let out a long impressed noise, briefly clapping.

"i wouldn't have caught on." he praised with a toothy smile.

"what's your name?" he bluntly asked, taking her off guard as he tilted his head.

"oh, uhm... my name is [your name]." she introduced herself as the man hummed.

"that's a pretty name. i'm dae-ho, kang dae-ho." he replied placing his hand on his chest. "nice to meet you." he finished, an optimistic glint in his eyes. then, the group was stopped in front of the door to the dormitory.

[your name] was happily surprised by dae-ho. she was wrong all along. it will teach her before judging a book by its cover.

dae-ho was the quintessence of sunshine. through the darkness, he was the light she longed for. he never allowed her to renounce hope, always cheering her on. during their free time between games, they would talk about their childhood memories, dae-ho eagerly telling her how his sisters would use him as their human doll, and how, as a child, he much preferred their company over the one of kids his age. as for her, she would describe specific aspects and customs from her home country, attempting to teach him some words from her mother-tongue as he would miserably fail to pronounce syllables.

as maladroit as he could be, it was heartwarming.

jung-bae's sudden question brought her back to reality.

"what do you think it'll be this time?" jung-bae asked gi-hun from behind. she prayed it would be the last round as the uncanny and robotic feminine voice did not indicate how many more they would be compelled to play. before gi-hun could answer, young-il beat him to it.

"two." the imperturbable man promptly said as jung-bae made him elaborate.

"there are one hundred twenty-six people left, and there are fifty rooms. so there won't be enough rooms for everyone. only for hundred people." he explained. how did he know all that? did he manage to calculate the probabilities? did he just guess? it was irrelevant. "the rest will be killed."

over half of the players had already lost their lives in this nightmare.

she was fucked.

gi-hun would obviously pair up with his best friend. young-il was beyond her reach to run to safety within the time frame offered (and quite frankly, she was a little bit afraid of the man since the stunt he pulled during the six-legged race). hyun-ju would pair up with young-mi as she was her protege, and the old woman and her son were holding each other for dear life. as for dae-ho, he had made it his life mission to guard jun-hee. after all, she was pregnant, which made her a priority.

priority or not, [your name] wanted to live just as much.

she had voted to leave this place without hesitation since the voting system was introduced to the contestants. she deserved to live as much as anyone else, nonetheless, she also wanted her teammates to survive. young-mi would have died in the last round if it had not been for another group that had dragged the young girl into their room at the last second. hyun-ju was out of her mind when her friend was nowhere in sight, ramming into and yanking the door almost busting the hinges when the countdown ran out. the tall woman had lunged at the man who had forced himself into the safe room by pushing her out of the doorframe, preventing her from looking for young-mi. player 333, also known as a scammer, lashed out, claiming he saved everyone (he only saved himself uninterested by the people surrounding him). according to him, young-mi was condemned since she fell. harsh, but had the merit to be honest. everyone fell silent and eventually slowly agreed with him. when the nine of them finally exited the room in a dreadful frame of mind, young-mi yelled out hyun-ju's name, throwing herself in the woman's arms as she uncontrollably wept in her shoulders. both women collapsed to the ground trembling and choking out sobs.

she could always pair up with the new addition to their group, player 246. he seemed dependable and close enough to reach. she had never interacted with him, but pleasantries were not necessary in a game where death flirted with you every now and then. her strategy was to cling onto the man and bolt for any door while fending off frenzied players.

the machine abruptly halted as players held onto one another to keep their balance.

"two!" the voice announced as the lights began to flash.

young-il was correct.

[your name] looked around as player 246 got off the platform, holding gi-hun by the arm. her ticket out was slipping away. young-il was also out of the picture as he had grabbed jung-bae and bolted away the moment the number was revealed. her frenetic eyes failed to find any of her teammates on the carousel. players were fighting, pushing and pulling each other off the platform, ripping their tracksuits up. the melody was maddening as her pulse quickened. she felt palpitations in her whole body, unable to properly think without panicking. logically, one of her friends was still here considering the group was now made up of an even number.

where were they then?

tears threatened to spill, she was petrified, alone, like in the outside world. she eventually resigned herself to her fate, instead choosing to bravely endure it.

death.

[your name] closed her eyelids and faintly exhaled, welcoming the end.

as the first tear rolled on her cheek, she was yanked from the platform and rushed to a bright yellow door. her eyes widened, landing on a broad figure with a tiny ponytail. dae-ho grabbed her arm as he reached her and raced to the first door he laid eyes on. no one was in front of them, if they kept the same pace they would reach the safe room in time without any trouble. her lungs were on fire, dae-ho's grip was definitely cutting off her blood flow, and her shoes were slipping on the floor. but, adrenaline was pumping in her veins and she was determined to live. if she did not do it for herself, she owed it to dae-ho to ensure his survival.

the former marine nearly crashed against the door as he twisted the doorknob, jerking the door open. he entered the safe room, looking over his shoulder to confirm his partner followed close behind despite tightly holding her by the wrist. [your name] had managed to put a foot past the entrance before another player seized her by the collar, nearly choking her in the process. the player snatched her from dae-ho's grip when the latter brought his guard down and threw her in a puddle of blood. her head took a harsh blow at impact and bounced against the floor.

only ten seconds remained on the clock. the player who had attacked the young woman tried to push past dae-ho, stepping on the woman's ankle without a care for her well-being to enter the room. she felt a throbbing pain in the area and screamed. dae-ho sprung into action and blocked the player's way giving him a swift kick in the abdomen with his knee. as the attacker stumbled back, dae-ho rushed to [your name]'s side, clutching onto her wounded ankle as she winced because of the sharp ache, dragging her into the room with one second left. she lied still as dae-ho charged at the door, keeping it closed until it automatically locked. the ex-marine tried to overlook the despairing pleas in the arena as the player who assaulted his friend banged on the door. the player launched a string of curses at the man while simultaneously imploring for his life. the player stuck his arm through the small rectangular peephole, grabbing dae-ho by the collar and pressing his face against the door until blood eventually squirted on the ex-marine's face. gunshots echoed through the arena as a hole appeared in the middle of the contestant's forehead, life gradually vanishing from his eyes. dae-ho tightly shut his eyes to dismiss the monstrosities as the player's body slumped, hanging from the peephole like a rag.

both of them were heavily panting. dae-ho slid down against the wall, his legs finally giving out. his body tensed up and trembled as more gunshots were fired in the circus tent. the palms of his hands were pressed against his ears as his knees were pulled to his chest. he tried to do that one breathing exercise his therapist had taught him, and he ultimately managed to get his heartbeats under control. he opened his eyes and scanned the room. [your name] was lying on her back, her hands hiding her face as one of her legs was folded and the other casually stretched out. dae-ho hurriedly crawled to her shaking figure and delicately laid his large hand on her shoulder. her body relaxed under his gentle touch.

"are you okay? tell me you're okay." he begged. he helped the woman to sit up, placing her back against his chest carefully. she winced and moaned, the pain in her ankle and head intensifying.

"did you just use me as a mop?" she broke the silence out of breath, kidding to lighten the mood. dae-ho was speechless as she began to softly giggle.

"i was so scared when you got attacked by that guy. i thought i lost you." he said, tightly hugging her, his face buried into her hair. his hands clutched onto her vest, which was drenched in blood, tainting his hands, but he could not care less.

"you're not gonna lose me, dae-ho. never." she hugged him back with as much devotion.

"you saved me. i really thought it was gonna be the end for me back there." she admitted when they pulled away. she was ashamed since she had doubted him, assuming he would reach for another teammate, taking the easy route to save himself.

"you did scare me a little bit. you were frozen in place." he explained exhaling. the beeping of the forklifts that carried the coffins could be heard outside the room. they would be freed from this torture in a few minutes. "i grabbed your hand, but you didn't move at first, so, i had to be a bit more forceful." he said, softly stroking her back.

[your name] had been in such a state of panic that she had not felt his touch. dae-ho wanted to save her, he wanted to partner up with her this whole time. he had never hesitated one second. guilt flashed in her eyes and she lowered her head, her reaction confusing dae-ho. he leaned in to make eye contact with the girl before she abruptly threw her arms around his shoulders, crying in the crook of his neck. a restful silence settled between the two as dae-ho consoled her, all her emotions conveyed in an instant. the man suppressed his own feelings, convinced the only way to calm her was to be tougher on himself.

"everything is gonna be okay. i'll never let anything happen to you." he whispered in her ear as he delicately caressed her hair.

eventually, the door unlocked itself. dae-ho carefully stood up, lending a hand to the injured woman. he snuck his arm around her waist as she used his shoulder for support. she was struggling to hold herself. dae-ho was using most of his strength to prevent her from collapsing into another puddle of blood.

as they left the room, they were met with jun-hee embrace who had run as fast as possible towards them, given her condition. player 333 was on her tail with a defeated look, probably annoyed jun-hee's attention was on people he deemed unimportant. [your name] tensed up at the sensation, still hugging her friend back. however, the grimace the wounded player pulled did not go unnoticed by the pregnant woman.

jun-hee took a step back and scanned her friend from head to toe.

"what happened to you?!" she questioned, her eyes widening at the woman's pitiful condition.

"just the price to live." she answered, forcing a smile out.

"some player pushed me and walked on my ankle. i think it might be sprained. i hope it's not broken, though..." she continued, lifting her leg to show her ankle from different angles.

"let's just go back in the dormitory. she needs to rest." dae-ho added as the guard ordered the remaining players to gather in a crowd in front of the entrance of the arena. everyone was exhausted, their shoulders slumped, their steps slow and sloppy. a hundred players were left indicating the amount of the jackpot had to be massive by now.

they would finally be freed. far away from this torment.

safe and sound.

despite the pain, this thought brought a small smile of relief to [your name]'s face.

she survived.

she was going home.

these were the dumbest people she had ever encountered in her entire life. they truly did not cherish their lives.

after "mingle", another vote had taken place. casting her vote had been rather humiliating. she was limping and relatively slow. someone on the other side had even roared at her to hurry up, that they did not have all day. unfortunately, they did have all day, unable to escape this horror if more people had no regard for human life. she had shot him a glare and resumed limping towards the console displaying the bright red and blue buttons. moreover, she had exposed her injury, turning her into an easy target for the ill-intended players. she was served on a silver platter to eliminate.

soon enough, the results were in. it was depressing.

a tie.

the most disappointing part was that most people would have been able to pay their debt with the amount each player would have been given. however, the call for money was apparently too tempting. the players, proudly wearing their blue patches, did not understand they were doomed, or perhaps they were too arrogant to even consider it. they believed they were more qualified to beat these games than the people they viewed as cowards. they already pictured themselves in a pool of bills, grazing the upper-class society like they merited, free of concerns for the clear-sighted people who knew they would never be accepted by the rich. there is no winning for the poor in capitalism. the players were just puppets in these people's cruel games. lambs willingly throwing themselves in the slaughterhouse after being shown the outcomes.

in the beginning, [your name] understood why most players had selected to stay in the games. for a lot of them, the outside world had nothing to provide and dying was certainly better than their tough and tedious routine. however, they would all have had sufficient funds for a fresh start. they would never leave the game until only one of them came out victorious. selfishness reeking from their soul. they had been repeating they would play "one more game" since the rules of these silly, yet murderous, tournaments were revealed. they would not quit at any obstacle, each one of them's greatest wish undoubtedly was to obtain the whole cash prize.

money had a hold on them and had clouded their better judgement.

this was further proven when a ferocious fight broke out in the men's restroom, taking the lives of five players. [your name] had insisted on heading to the restroom by herself, deeming it unnecessary to be chaperoned by hyun-ju, although the others had insisted. she needed some space to reflect on what had occurred and to freshen up.

she entered the empty austere restroom, grateful no one else was present. finally some peace and quiet. she chose a random stall and slopped on the toilet lid, exasperatedly exhaling. she meticulously rolled up her pant leg to examine her injury. it was not pretty to see. as a matter of fact, her ankle was severely swollen and a slight blue hue had appeared on the skin. if it was not broken, it was at least severely sprained. she could barely maintain a straight posture, which caused cramps on her hip, let alone move her foot. she sighed, irritated, and rested her back against the toilet tank, relaxing her entire body and basking in the short serenity she was offered.

a short-lived moment.

shouts, insults and banging erupted from the men's restroom which lasted for a good ten to fifteen minutes. she jumped, climbing onto the toilet seats, in case anyone peeked under the stall if, eventually, the fight carried on to the women's restroom. she disregarded the pain in her ankle as her survival instinct took over, and pressed her hands on the cheap walls to balance herself on one foot. worried she would be preyed on if she made a single noise, she stayed hidden until a triangle mask guard knocked on the door.

it was not until she regrouped with the men that she realised the extent of this madness. she was met with a barbaric sight. guards had their guns aimed at the players ordering them to keep their hands up and visible. they were drenched in blood, a lethal glint in their eyes as they trembled with fury as some had been disfigured and tumefied in the confrontation. player 124 was the most striking with his erratic breathing, his hair obscuring a part of his face, and his constricted cat-like pupils. his friend was nowhere to be seen, he had probably perished in the fight which explained player 124's belligerence.

money had these people walk on a leash.

after they were escorted back to the dormitory, [your name] directly headed to her bunk where she had been staying with dae-ho and jun-hee. she ignored the absurd allegations player 124 threw as they walked through the doors, keeping her head down. she did not want to draw any undesired attention.

dae-ho instantly laid his eyes on her fatigued figure. she was walking close to the bunks, hiding herself from prying eyes. she trudged, relying on the metallic bars for support. he hastily pushed players out of the way, stepped over the rigid mattresses spread on the floor and clumsily hopped over the ones still on the beds. he rushed to her side as she stopped in her tracks, finding it increasingly difficult to even graze the floor with her wounded foot. the man snuck his arm around her waist as she instinctively placed hers around his broad shoulders.

"my saviour..." she joked breathlessly, holding onto dae-ho's muscles. he furrowed his brows, concern spread all over his facial features.

"tell me they didn't hurt you?" he asked, his eyes begging for clarification.

"don't worry, i stayed hidden in the women's restroom." she explained. "thank god you weren't there, though..." she finished, looking up at dae-ho, who agreed.

he could not even imagine what she had witnessed back there. everyone was astounded when both groups came back from their trip to the restroom. during the games, the players were not explicitly pitted against one another. "red light, green light" was an individual game, the six-legged pentathlon formed alliances as cooperation was the core of this challenge, and "mingle" made these same groups depend on other teams for survival. now, players directly attempted to harm one another bare-handed or with makeshift weapons.

"let's not think about it. you need to rest. you've barely touched your food." he said as they reached one of the beds in the far right corner.

[your name] carelessly flopped on the rigid mattress, letting out a groan. she put her weight on her arms to get into a comfortable position. dae-ho had walked where he had negligently abandoned his food. a few pieces of stale and cold kimbap sat in the crumpled aluminium foil as some grains of dry rice had scattered on the stairs. her rolls were untouched, still warm thanks to the preservation of the foil since the cheap wrapping was sealed. dae-ho grabbed her meal and his scraps, dodging the players who were heading to the stairs and sitting down after player 47 hurried the red team to gather.

"here, eat your food. you need some nutrients to stay healthy." the man urged his friend. he unwrapped her kimbap rolls, grabbed the fork provided with the meal and held it in front of her mouth, encouraging her to eat. she obliged, sitting up against the cold metal and devouring the piece of tasteless food.

"there are some leftovers, too." he informed, stabbing another piece of kimbap. [your name] shook her head once she glanced at the half-eaten food on the bed.

"we don't get enough food, dae-ho. you should eat it all." she argued, pushing the leftovers towards him.

"tsk! you need it more than me! i ate enough anyways." he insisted frustrated, catching the attention of a couple of bystanders. the fork still loomed over her lips which she simply pushed to the side.

"just at least eat half of what you have left. ii makes me feel guilty, like i'm stealing from you..." she admitted as she ended up eating the rolls by hand.

"don't be silly. i'm offering. you need to be cared after, especially now. i'm just doing my job as a marine when a comrade is down." he explained, warmly smiling at her. after some convincing from the young woman, he eventually shoved a roll down his mouth, obnoxiously chewing.

"happy?" he said his mouth full as [your name] playfully gagged at the sight.

the red team was anxiously huddled up on the stairs, some of them uncontrollably fidgeting. the silence was unbearable as player 047 counted the people still alive. the older man had started over three times by now to guarantee an accurate answer. one of the teams would be unmistakably disadvantaged during the second vote considering the fight had killed five participants, an odd number. dae-ho and [your name] were sitting on the nearest bed, shoulder to shoulder. the man stared into space, unable to stop his shaky leg. he kept flexing and relaxing his fists continuously, deeply inhaling and exhaling to tame his racing thoughts. the young woman noticed his strange nervous demeanour, her eyes softening at the sight. she gently placed her hand over dae-ho's knee, startling the man. their eyes met, [your name] offered a friendly smile as she squeezed his leg in an attempt to ease his mind from his apprehensions. his shoulders instantly loosened as his chest warmed up from her sweet gesture. she was such a good friend.

player 47 finally stated the total.

forty-eight.

two contestants had died on their side.

they would win the vote by one (if nobody changed their mind by tomorrow, which was less likely to happen).

the bell rang throughout the sleeping quarters, announcing thirty minutes before lights out. player 047 insisted on tomorrow's vote's importance, one last chance to escape this place. the group vehemently agreed with him and attempted to conceal their happiness to avoid roughening up the opposite team. the blue team stood ferociously in their military-like rows, appearing more threatening than usual, surely because they were predominantly men, not the most trustworthy kind. their faces had completely dropped, and their snarky remarks were cut short. the opposite group slowly dispersed and disappeared into their bunks, throwing daggers on the red team's way.

ten minutes had passed, and a small group congregated around [your name]'s bed, who could not walk long distances, sharing their apprehensions. jung-bae was still optimistic, affirming they would win the next vote no matter what. gi-hun instantly pooped his bubbly and lugubriously described what would ensue in the next hour. the blue team would massacre them one at a time to increase the prize and guarantee the prolongation of the games. young-il suggested attacking them first. he highlighted their foolishness, firmly assuming the red team would sit and wait, clueless of their intentions.

a couple of players agreed with him, however, the point was not to kill before being killed but to put an end to the games, to get revenge for all those the masked people murdered due to their classism and for their amusement. the red team was indisputably physically disadvantaged, indeed elders and young women were considered a liability. young-il had proven himself to be an amazing fighter, humiliating thanos and his minion. jung-bae was a former marine, but his prime was in the past. as for dae-ho, he was young and also a retired marine, he had a rather strong build (not that [your name] had noticed his broad shoulders or his muscular chest when he was distracted). however, these three would still be outnumbered by the bloodthirsty and money-hungry players.

gi-hun knew it.

[your name] knew it.

everyone knew it.

they could not lie to themselves.

gi-hun did sound like some crazy conspiracy theorist, vaguely talking about an organisation whose desire was to see the participants butcher each other. after all, this made sense. they were here playing deadly children's games for money. for all they knew, the events could be broadcast all over korean billionaires' televisions. even worse, this could be a worldwide concept with the lower class population preyed on and manipulated into believing they had a choice, that it was simply the consequences of their actions.

"you're telling us the pink dudes are not the only people there? there are more fucked motherfuckers? like higher-ups? [your name] angrily asked, supporting herself on her elbows, after dae-ho asked where the people watching the games were. everyone looked up as gi-hun brought their attention to the ceiling, implying the people in charge were on the upper floors.

"fucking cowards..." she whispered under her breath.

gi-hun carried on with his detailed plan to overthrow their system, but the more she listened, the more sceptical she became. it was one thing to advocate for everyone's freedom and dismantle an illegal organisation, it was another to jeopardize the lives of innocents by keeping them unaware. quite frankly, they had little to no chance of defeating the oppressor either way. however, more people seemed on board than not, and regardless, gi-hun would not change his position. he was determined, but was he prepared?

the group dissipated, leaving dae-ho and [your name] by themselves. ten minutes remained on the clock. jun-hee stayed with player 149 who fussed over her baby's health as her son sat embarrassed by his mother's over-the-top behaviour. hyun-ju, young-mi and gyeong-seok sat on the staircase between bunks. young-mi was beyond consolable after gi-hun's statements, tears streaming down her cheeks as hyun-ju tightly hugged her. gyeong-seok stroked her back, the young girl reminding him of his toddler left at home. she was absolutely terrified. she had begged the blue team to be reasonable and spare everyone's life, in vain. gi-hun and the other men were discussing in the corner, surely coming up with a more effective strategy than hiding and stealing the guards' guns. they did not have much room to improve the plan since they had to act quick.

"so... this is like... the end, i guess." [your name] broke the silence, dae-ho whipping his head in her direction.

"what do you mean?" he asked, frowning.

"we're getting out of here." she elaborated as the man slowly nodded, not contributing much to the conversation. tension was palpable in the already oppressing atmosphere, this place knew what would happen tonight.

"are you scared?" she asked, her voice hardly above a whisper as she anxiously fidgeted with her fingers. dae-ho parted his lips as stammering murmurs came out. the man was contemplating lying, containing himself by putting on a brave facade, perhaps he also did not want her to perceive him as a wuss. however, he opted for honesty. she had been kind and caring towards him these past few days. she would not judge him for showing emotions.

"yes," he answered, gulping. "'i'm terrified..." he admitted, humourlessly chuckling.

she hummed in agreement, she was just as frightened. she was not only afraid for her own safety but her friends' too, particularly for dae-ho and jun-hee to whom she quickly grew attached. harbouring such strong feelings for people in such a short time would usually be judged pathetic, nay creepy. in this place, societal norms were pointless, and bonding over a shared life-threatening experience had a way of bringing people close. life was short and regrets were futile, befriending the pregnant woman who was ghosted by her shitty ex-boyfriend had been a great decision and falling in love with the gonggi expert was effortless. she would no longer listen to people's opinions and let them walk all over her. it was a bit heartbreaking that she realised it a little late though.

"now that i think about it, we never really got to know each other." she pointed out.

"what do you mean? i told you so much about my life. what more do you need to know?" he laughed, tucking his hair behind his ears.

"that's true, but i don't know anything basic about you. i know a lot about your sisters, some things from your childhood, but nothing else." she explained. "if we're gonna die, i wanna know everything about you." she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. however, dae-ho caught her words as a grin crept on his lips.

"i mean we have seven minutes left. should i start?"

from favourite food to favourite films, indirectly sharing cultures, the two got to know each other on a deeper level with superficial questions. nearing the end of the countdown, both were lying down, facing one another, making direct eye contact during brief silence. dae-ho's eyes were gentle, glimmering at the view. she glowed like the sun, the brightest star of all.

"okay, let's dive deeper." she hummed.

"oh, i'm scared." he joked as he feigned shivers all over his body. the woman giggled, playfully pushing his shoulder.

"why did you let your hair grow this length?" she wondered, twirling one deep black strand of dae-ho's hair around her finger. despite the lack of showers and hygiene products in this place, his hair remained soft. in fact, most people's hair had become greasy because of how much they sweat and the humidity. dae-ho's hand instinctively laid on top of [your name]'s to feel her closer. she cupped his face, her thumb softly rubbing his cheek.

"to have control over myself, i guess." he answered, unsure.

once again, the opportunity to lie grazed his mind. dae-ho was usually reticent to open up despite being such a joyful and light soul. he could be seen from miles away. people assumed he was an open book, not one nonchalant bone in his body. he just preferred to keep to himself despite his loudness. but he felt like he could tell anything to [your name].

"in the marine, they cut my hair really short and i had to keep it that way until i was discharged. growing it felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. like moving on from this part of my life, you know." he admitted, unintentionally biting his lip. her eyes held compassion and pride. despite their current predicament, she could tell dae-ho had bounced back and gotten back on his feet.

all by himself.

she whipped her head up to glimpse towards the countdown. three minutes lights out.

"one last question for me. why did you come here?" she asked. until now, their financial distress had not been brought up.

[your name] had supposed the man had been scammed or had a gambling addiction, but dae-ho did not seem the type to gamble or spend money on ephemeral pleasures. perhaps he was in a similar situation as her with student loans. it was less likely the reason, she had learned in their conversation that he did not attend college, his father enrolling him in the marines right after he graduated high school.

"well... i never told anyone..." he began, his eyes avoiding her gaze in shame.

"you don't have to tell me anything." the young woman assured. "it's up to you." she gave a sympathetic smile.

"i know... i still want to tell you though." he admitted which gladdened her heart.

"so basically..." he started, sighing. "after i was discharged, i had to be institutionalised. it was court-mandated. i stayed there for over a year, i think? not sure. and they diagnosed me with pstd."

[your name] intently listened to his story without interrupting. she could not imagine how hard his life had been. dae-ho always had the impression he needed to prove himself to his surroundings, always bringing up his time as a marine in conversations, like it legitimised him. most of the time, players would roll their eyes or mock him. however, these people only wished they could be half the man he was. brave, benevolent and gentle.

"all my savings went to paying my medical bills. i had to take out a loan to pay the rest and it got me here. i couldn't pay rent anymore and there was no way i would reach out to my family. they don't know where i am to this day..." he shamefully mumbled the last sentence. "i got a loan and around five months ago shark loans went after me. they've been more persistent this month, saying if i couldn't pay we could find another arrangement like giving some bone marrow and a kidney." both of them grimaced at the gruesome proposal. "i was already living paycheck to paycheck, i can't even hold down a job..." he finished clenching his jaw.

she was left speechless.

"i'm so sorry—" she uttered as dae-ho interrupted her with a frustrated groan.

"aish, don't be. you didn't do anything." he retorted, scowling. "if anything you make this place bearable." he confessed, rubbing circles on the back of her hand. their faces were only a couple centimetres away, hot breath tickling their skin. [your name]'s lips parted as she struggled to come up with a reply. dae-ho caught on to her effort, seeing the gears turn in her brain. he let out a breathless chuckle and continued.

"i think i have time for one more question." he said as he peeked over his shoulder, the countdown indicated one minute. he had to be fast.

"i don't wanna have any regrets, since— you know... we could die any moment." he mumbled, biting his lower lip nervously. "when we get out of here, do you wanna go on a date with me?" he finally asked, directly staring into her widened eyes.

in truth, dae-ho had already developed a sort of infatuation for [your name] the night they kept watch in case of players attacking them. she had been a bit dubious about gi-hun's claims, why would anyone go on a killing rampage wen they were already stcuk in deadly games? the group was building barricades out of mattresses. some had been placed on the floor under the metal bed frames, much to jung-bae's dismay, and some propped up like shields. she was not the only one sceptical, young-il mirroring her doubts. gi-hun, restless, insisted on the nature of these games, and how the masked people got into people's heads, turning them into cold-blooded murderers. he had witnessed it with his own two eyes. young-il backed away as fast as he voiced his query.

that night, gi-hun and jung-bae's banter had woken up the young woman who rolled out of bed groaning. she harshly rubbed her eyes, softly slapping her cheeks to pump some adrenaline as she violently shook her head. she had begrudgingly opened her eyes, blinking and squinting to dissipate the wet blurry layer over her pupils. [your name] turned around to see if jun-hee was awake, but was met with an empty spot, only a messily spread thin blanket as the sole attestation of a prior presence. dae-ho was still sound asleep on the other side of the bunks, his lips slightly parted with soft snores barely noticeable.

"you're so noisy, you sound like pre-teen girls." she compared as she approached them on all fours. both had turned around and eyeballed her, offended by her comment.

"just go back to sleep, we are holding up here." jung-bae waved her off with a grin. gi-hun had merely nodded in agreement, skimming over the area.

"you're probably my only chance of getting out of here with just a scratch. i'd rather you not snooze off mid-game." she replied, sitting criss-cross behind them.

"a marine is always on the lookout, don't worry." jung-bae said roughly slapping her on the shoulder, which she grabbed and squeezed to ease the discomfort. gi-hun side-eyed his best friend and turned towards the young woman with a tight-lipped smile.

"just go to sleep, you need it." he had assured her, his face immediately dropping as his stare returned to the room.

"for all i know you're not immune to fatigue either. i won't be able to go back to sleep anyways, so at least let me be helpful." she retorted. jung-bae was about to argue but was interrupted by gi-hun who agreed after briefly staring at her.

she was left alone with her thoughts, her eyes kept flickering back and forth between the quiet room and the cash prize. she did not think of herself as a materialistic person. she did have a phone, but an old busted one, she enjoyed dressing well, but could not even afford fast fashion. when she could, she enjoyed treating herself to a good meal or a trip to the mall to window shop. even before her crippling debts, she would barely spend money on herself, too busy worrying over saving money or too guilty to spend it on herself.

look where it got her.

raking over two hundred billion wons.

risking her life playing children's games to pay her debt.

she felt pathetic.

she closed her eyes, relaxing her shoulders, relishing in the quietness and the light glow emanating from the golden piggy bank. she imagined herself in the streets of seoul, in a coffee shop scrolling through her phone with a pastry and her drink of choice. something plain but she had taken for granted when her life had not gone downhill yet. now, affording public transportation was a luxury, taking short and cold showers before heading to her job, always refraining from going to the grocery store at the end of the month after a quick peek at her bank account, surviving on oversalted instant soups and cheap eggs. with the prize money, [your name] would stop by any convenience store as the fancy took her. she would fill up her cart to the brim with fresh fruits and vegetables, no more of those frozen meals with ice left even after heating up the product thrice. she would high-quality hygiene products instead of these thin pads and unbranded soaps. she would not steal anymore, often hiding items in her pockets, hoping no one witnessed her act of thievery before heading for the cash register.

she was in dire need of stability.

the frugal life was necessary but tiresome.

she wanted more.

she wanted to live the dream.

she was torn away from her moment of peace when a large hand fell on her shoulder, her body tensing up.

"i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to scare you." dae-ho apologised, chuckling when [your name] whipped around to face him.

"you? scaring me? you wish." she huffed as she turned back to the room. her blasé countenance made him overthink their fleeting interaction, clearing his throat to get her attention back.

"it's my turn to keep watch. you can go back to sleep." he explained, crossing his legs with his back hunched and his forearms resting on his thighs.

"actually, i'd like to stay here. i can't sleep anyways." she nonchalantly responded, not even bothering to look at him. dae-ho ruminated on her answer. she was being so dismissive, unlike her behaviour with jun-hee, fooling around and talkative. was he making her uncomfortable?

"then... i hope you don't mind if i stay with you." he confidently answered.

"i mean... i wanted to be alone." she slowly replied, pursing her lips. "but, i wouldn't mind the company." she admitted, an imperceptible grin hanging on the corner of her lips.

"that's settled then. let's be alone together." he beamed, straightening his posture. his enthusiasm was contagious which earned him a smile.

the buzzing from the light, their soft breathing and the agitated movements of the sleeping players were all that could be heard. plain silence. neither comfortable nor unbearable. no tension. no awkwardness. absolute silence. both in their own world.

dae-ho drummed his fingers on his knees, goggling at the piggy bank. no one could pry their eyes off the voluminous container and he was not an exception. dae-ho had never seen such a huge amount of money in his entire life, except when he would watch these american films about money heists his father owned. dae-ho was not used to wealth, being the youngest of five siblings. his family was not poor, far from it, they were upper-middle-class. his father earned enough for his mother to be a stay-at-home, and he attended an all-boy private school with tutoring lessons once a week. they were well-off, but his family was respectful and, therefore, never flaunted their wealth around. however, dae-ho always received his sister's hand-me-down clothes, he did not have any toys as his father believed they were too distracting, and throwing a birthday party after the age of twelve was out of the question. if it had not been for his sisters, he was pretty sure his childhood would have been entirely morose.

"what are you gonna do with your share of the money?" he absentmindedly asked out of the blue. she raised her eyebrows in surprise and pondered.

"uhm... i haven't really thought about it to be honest. obviously, paying my debts. but then, i have no idea." she said, shrugging. "i'm probably just gonna live life the same, minus the struggle for rent and food." she humourlessly laughed.

"what about you?" she returned the question, finally looking at him. dae-ho was still staring at the money looming over them. she had planted her elbows on her knees and her cheeks were pressed against the palms of her hands.

"oh, me?" he said, unexpecting the interest she took in him. "well, paying my debts too, but i always wanted to move to the countryside. buy a house somewhere quiet. maybe start growing my vegetables." he explained, lost in thought.

"i would like to start a family too." he confessed, he lowered his head with a dreamy smile plastered on his face.

"didn't know you were that much of a family guy." she replied. "i mean, it makes sense, you're close to your sisters." she hummed, nodding.

"i love kids. i've always idealised the perfect family." he revealed, sighing.

dae-ho had always craved his father's attention. just the bare minimum of tenderness from the stoic man he idolised. he would participate in extra-curricular activities he did not particularly enjoy such as wrestling just to be noticed in a positive light. he eventually gave up on the idea of a close bond with the patriarch, indeed focusing on healing the toxic mindset pushed on him over the years under his family's roof.

dae-ho wanted to be a better man than his father.

a better parental figure.

he wanted to give what he had always craved to his future son.

"i am sure you'll be an amazing dad, dae-ho."

his heart sunk to the pit of his stomach, his palms were damp and his breath was stuck in his throat. she patted his back in a friendly manner, with a tight-lipped smile thrown his way.

validation.

all he longed for given to him by a girl he had met the very same day.

was it that easy? was his father just that callous?

he profusely blinked to prevent the sea of tears from streaming down his face. dae-ho harshly rubbed his eyes, clenching his jaw to choke down the coming sobs. he would not allow himself to be vulnerable, especially in front of a stranger, let alone a woman. he had to be tougher.

but how could he when such a random act of kindness touched his inner child?

"no, i'm fine. i— umh— thanks..." he stammered, clearing his throat she checked on him. "it just means a lot to me." he finished, locking eyes with her. a hint of the young boy he once was showed her his deep gratitude.

back on the shared mattress, [your name] was left speechless. she was stumbling on her words because of the bomb dae-ho had dropped. dae-ho frowned as her answer never came.

he screwed up and had misinterpreted her behaviour around him for something more than friendship. to her, it was just casual. why did he have to be so selfish? he should have kept this information to himself. no matter the circumstances, no one developed feelings for someone in such a short period. confessing before the fight was reckless, his thoughts would be stuck on the woman who was about to reject him. how stupid of him.

"just forget what i— humph!" he tried to excuse himself but was interrupted by [your name] crashing her lips on his in a passionate kiss.

the kiss was clumsy and rough as teeth accidentally clashed, an unpleasant sensation. it was out of character for both of them, but a way to let out some pent-up frustration. one simple kiss that turned into a makeout session, blatantly ignoring their surroundings and curious eyes. her hands clutched to the collar of his dirty shirt as his hands grabbed her hips, pulling her as close as humanly possible. they wanted to freeze in time, stuck in this warmth for eternity. regardless, the eerie voice brought them back to the harsh reality, announcing lights out. their friends were already in bed, hugging the thin blanket to their necks, anxiously waiting to go through with the plan.

the couple pulled away and gazed into each other's eyes.

they felt like they belonged.

a puzzle and its last missing piece reunited at last.

beautiful and complete.

"we'll have to plan that date later, i guess." she whispered as he hummed. every player around had already regained their bunk, people still glaring from across the room at the rival team.

"i have to go..." he mumbled and reluctantly stood up. a hand grabbed his wrist preventing him from getting away, forcing him to sit back on the mattress.

"stay safe." [your name] whispered, concern washing over her face.

"i will." he swore.

dae-ho captured her lips in a brief but severe kiss. it was a simple peck filled with explosive emotions. it was a promise. it was the hope for a bright future. it was determination.

"you too." dae-ho whispered back. "don't ever leave your hiding spot, even when the fight ends." dae-ho instructed. he was hesitant to leave her side but eventually walked over to his bed. he looked over his shoulder one last time, worriedly chewing his cheeks as he forced out a smile to reassure the woman who reciprocated the effort.

the room darkened, merely illuminated by the artificial hue of the two letters on the floor.

they would be in for one hell of a night.

cries, wails and shrieks echoed through the slaughterhouse. the hunt had begun and the predators were bloodthirsty, attacking without hesitation, unbothered by the stench of the poor lambs' blood. the place was wrecked as bunkbeds were knocked down on the floor, pillows stabbed and metal poles used as weapons. corpse pilled up, both from the murderers and their victims. the perks of being killed by a guard were the prompt death and the efficient technique employed. a bullet to the head or the heart and your final breath was barely taken.

it was a massacre.

[your name] was hidden under her bed alone. she had her hands tightly clasped over her mouth, holding her breath to not be detected by the menace. no one could hear her gasps due to the din, but she could not lower her guard under any circumstances. her eyes were firmly shut to protect herself from this horrifying spectacle, feeling the intense pounding of her heartbeat resonating in her chest. already forced to listen to the cries of agony, she did not need to witness it too

shouts came from above as the bed loudly squeaked. two players were fighting. she felt her body tremble with each blow hurled at the man pinned down by his assailant. the blue player pushed his victim to the ground, the man had a long gash across his face and was unable to stand up. [your name] and the player locked eyes for a brief second before the latter was harshly grabbed by the hair and violently rammed into the metal of the bunk bed. she could not handle the sight and hid her face again. as the helpless cries of the victim ceased, she peeked through her fingers only to be faced by a hollow stare and teeth jammed into his gum.

she began to hyperventilate.

she was frightened, convinced she would be next.

the young woman was completely isolated from her group. apparently, their strategy would be more successful if people trained in combat were paired together. therefore, dae-ho was with jung-bae, gyeong-seok with hyun-ju, and gi-hun with young-il. the more vulnerable players stayed together, jun-hee was with young-mi, and, as expected, yong-sik clung to his mother (even if he had any fighting experience, geum-ja would have forbidden him from involving himself in this grand rebellion).

dae-ho had pleaded with gi-hun to stay by [your name]'s side in case a mishap happened. however, the older man reasoned with him, swearing the young woman would be safe as her bed was secluded from the others, insisting that, if they wanted to achieve the revolt, following the plan to the tee was crucial. dae-ho eventually dropped it and reluctantly agreed.

he would soon realise it was a great mistake.

[your name] felt a strong grip on her bad ankle and was dragged from her hiding spot. she tried to hold onto the floor with her sweaty palms, digging her nails in, to no avail. she screeched at the top of her lungs from terror as the pain in her ankle intensified. a last resort to save her life, the young woman threw her arms around the metal pole supporting the bunk bed. her assailant flopped on her back and yanked her arms away from the pole. she yelled for the person to get off her as she was flipped on her back, her body forcefully slammed on the ground.

player 124.

a bloodied fork in his hand and a hysterical glint in his eyes.

his face was dripping with blood.

not his.

nam-gyu straddled her, limiting her movements. he raised the fork above his head and aimed for her stomach. she dodged his blow by rolling on her flank, crossing her arms around her body to protect her organs. the fork smashed to the ground, slightly bending due to the force used. the player raised his weapon again, but adrenaline rushed through her veins. she sat up and struck his torso with both forearms, injuring his airway and resulting in a fit of coughs. as he stumbled back, she took it as a chance to crawl away from the fight. her back was met with another bunk bed, she rapidly flipped on her knees and grabbed the metal bars to pull herself up. she slowly climbed the row of beds to escape nam-gyu, pushing on her wounded ankle despite the ache.

nam-gyu quickly got on his feet and lunged at the woman, seizing her by the back of her jacket, and tossing her on the floor once again. the ferocious man straddled her with more force than before, this time aiming for the jugular. [your name] blocked the first blow by shielding her face with her arms. the second blow stabbed through the palm of her right hand, the tines poking through, just mere millimetres away from her nose.

the fork was ripped away from her hand, causing severe bleeding, as player 124 was struck in the head from behind. she grimaced, the pain was intolerable, moreover, she was further weakened. the young woman clenched her hand into a fist to restrict the gushing flow. she was panting with the exertion, limping to the dark corner of the arena, hoping to blend in with the shadows. she had considered going through with climbing the bunk bed until she saw payers knocking them down like dominoes, crushing players. she quickly gave up on the idea and fled the scene.

her eyes were set on her target. despite the excessive flashing lights, they would not flutter. she limped to the corner, invisible to the metal players, her clenched fist close to her chest which stained her already filthy white top a dark red shade. [your name] almost reached shelter when a muscular arm snuck around her throat, tightly squeezing which obstructed her airways. her hands instinctively grasped the limb, attempting to pull it away from her neck. her head was about to explode like a balloon as her eyes bulged out of her skull. suddenly, a sharp ache shot through her right thigh. she dug her nails into her assailant's arm, but his grip only tightened. she forced her chin under his forearm and brutally bit his exposed skin. a deafening cry pierced through her ears, tasting blood on her tongue.

the lights turned back on as guards barged into the arena, one of them shooting his weapon into the ceiling to startle the players. her attacker let go of her, pressing his hand onto his fresh wound as she collapsed on the floor. her leg muscles convulsed, unable to move. the weapon had drilled a deep hole into her leg, perforating her femoral artery.

she was about to bleed to death.

two guards approached them and ordered them to surrender. her attacker complied as the guard backed him up against the wall, the second guard threatened the harmless woman with his gun.

"don't shoot... i'm alive..." she begged, her voice sore as tears streamed down her cheeks. the guard simply shoved the barrel of his gun to her face. he would not hesitate to shoot a bullet between her eyes if he deemed her a danger.

nobody knew of the trouble she was in, her group believed she was hidden under the bed, out of danger. therefore, the revolt began. as he was lying on his back, having witnessed the player's penchant for murder, dae-ho had his mind stuck on [your name]'s well-being. he knew she was secure, sheltered from any risk, but she had to be scared.

the rebellion broke out. a bullet through the brain and the guard intimidating her dropped to the ground. bullets flew around as panic coursed through the guards' veins. indeed, they had their fair share of traumatising experiences working this job, in addition to their upbringing which clarified their career choice, however, players rising up in revolt was out of the ordinary. the first guard turned on his heels, taking cover behind a flipped bedframe, and instantly fired shots in her teammates' direction. [your name] was really close to the retaliation, terrified of getting shot by a lost bullet.

amidst the chaos, she wondered if anyone cared about where she was. did jun-hee notice her absence? would anyone go look for her?

the rebels fiercely resisted, fearless of the endless possibilities of this fight. dae-ho knocked out one of the guards who had restrained jung-bae. his act of bravery was short-lived, frozen in place, racked with crippling fear, cowering behind the staircase, unable to process the present. dead bodies and detonating noises triggering him.

the uncanny voice ordered the soldiers to retreat in an oddly sweet tone. the soldiers were outnumbered, having lost too many of their colleagues, more would go down if they stayed. the entrance doors slowly closed, and soldiers rushed to safety, except for their superior who had been too focused on emptying his firearm on those he considered vermines to save himself.

beginner's mistake.

well...

he was still a kid after all.

they took the chief guard, hyun-ju disabled their surveillance cameras and proceeded to collect the guns and magazines scattered around the room. dae-ho let out three brief breaths to cool his overheating mind down and followed gi-hun's directives.

"everyone! don't be scared. gather around, please! we're not trying to hurt you!" gi-hun yelled as jung-bae backed him up.

the room fell somehow quiet, [your name] took it as a chance to make her presence known.

"help... help! p-please— somebody, help!" she gathered her remaining strength to implore.

hyun-ju whipped her head towards the commotion and bolted to its source. she gasped at the sight and threw her rifle on the ground, dropping to her knees on the woman's side. she was a leader at heart, being a former sergeant first class in one of the special forces brigades of the republic of korea and all, it was second nature to her. a little bit of blood was nothing as she had witnessed worse in her time in the military. however, her friend's frail condition broke her heart, but hyun-ju did not let it transpire.

she assessed the problem as [your name] uncontrollably wept, furthering the pain as her leg jerked with the added tenseness. she judged her attitude to be puerile and childish, she was just relieved someone had bothered to come and rescue her.

"you're going to be okay, [your name]. everything will be fine." hyun-ju comforted, fondly stroking her hair.

hyun-ju jumped on her feet and ran to the beds used as barricades.

"someone help me! we have a player down!" she yelled, beckoning to her allies.

"coming!" dae-ho shouted back. after the lack of assistance he provided during the rebellion, he wanted to be as helpful as possible. oblivious to the sight he would be confronted by.

his pupils shrunk.

his breath stuck in his throat.

his mouth was agape.

his hands shook.

"we are gonna flip her on her back." hyun-ju instructed, crouching on the young woman's side.

thousand words to be spoken, none suitable to the crisis. he was dumbstruck with panic, loathing injuries and blood, he was confronted with such a stomach-churning sight. he should have relied on his gut feeling and blatantly disobeyed gi-hun's orders. rage bubbled in the pit of his stomach, aimed at no one but himself.

naivete had struck as trustworthiness was granted.

an innocent victim paid the price.

"right now, dae-ho!" she ordered once she noticed his unresponsive state. the severity of her tone startled him and regained his composure. dae-ho rushed into action, throwing his weapon and kneeling on the opposite side of [your name]'s body.

"it's going to hurt." hyun-ju informed the girl who kept crying. she counted down to three as dae-ho carefully placed his hands underneath the body. they flipped the woman on her back, landing in the man's embrace, as she shrieked from the ache.

"[your name]... it's dae-ho, i'm here." he weakly stated, his lips quivering. overwhelming nausea flowing through his stomach as he held onto his own tears.

"you're gonna be fine, hyun-ju knows what she is doing." he reassured, unsure. she finally opened her eyes, diving into dae-ho's gentle stare. he forced out a tender tight-lipped smile, a semblance of optimism. a sense of familiarity.

"raise her leg a little, i need to stop the bleeding." hyun-ju instructed. she removed her jacket and ripped the sleeve up to use it as a bandage. he lifted her leg like a fine priceless china, but she broke into pieces.

"dae-ho, you're shaking." hyun-ju warned, peeking at him through her eyelashes. he jerked his gaze to the woman, patiently waiting for him. dae-ho swallowed hard and corrected his posture, mumbling an unnecessary apology.

[your name] undeniably required professional medical aid, but for now, hyun-ju had handled the excessive bleeding. after her significant blood loss, it was a miracle she was still conscious, swimming in the crimson river that had steadily poured for a couple minutes.

"we have to move her." hyun-ju informed in a monotone, after tying the dirty piece of cloth around the deep gash. "carry her to the bed where the others hid." she ordered. dae-ho rushed into action and scooped her up, his arm under her knees and back.

"tell me if i'm hurting you." he stated. her head was leaning against his broad shoulder, her tears damped his shoulderblade, and her low irregular breathing tickling his neck alarmed him.

gi-hun beckoned to hyun-ju when she entered his line of sight, standing in stunned silence as dae-ho followed behind carrying [your name]. victim of his recklessness in overthrowing the masked people.

you could have heard a pin drop if it was not for the injured woman's whimpers. jun-hee, who had moved from her hiding spot, shouted her friend's name and scurried towards them, holding her pregnant belly.

"what happened?!" jun-hee frantically asked, grasping her friend's unwounded hand.

"i w-was attacked." she feebly uttered. dae-ho laid her on the rigid mattress, placing her head on the cleanest pillow.

"who attacked you?" dae-ho continued, anger boiling within.

"player 124." she stated, dae-ho clenched his jaw at the revelation. despite never interacting with the man, he was familiar with his despicable behaviour. "he pulled me from under the bed. and then some other guy did that to my leg." she explained.

dae-ho skimmed over the crowd, his eyes locking on nam-gyu. a coward hiding behind the beds after the killing rampage he went on. the ex-marine aggressively got up, marching towards player 124, driven by outrage, but was inevitably stopped by jun-hee.

"it doesn't matter, dae-ho." [your name] coughed out.

"it matters to me, [your name]." he insisted as he kneeled before her.

"i'm alive, and you're here. that's all i care about." she breathed out, reaching for his hand. he swallowed and tenderly reciprocated the gesture, bringing the back of her hand to his mouth for a kiss.

dae-ho gazed into her eyes, afraid she would vanish into thin air if he tore them away from her. he was memorising every single one of her features. from the moles scattered across her face to the pores. from the eyebags to the shape of her mouth that he longed to kiss one more time despite its dry skin.

she was the embodiment of perfection.

"dae-ho, come here!" jung-bae beckoned. the rebels formed into a line once they collected all the weapons and magazines spread around the room, displaying them on a wood plank. these had already been used, and hardly enough to fend off the troops they rebelled against, how were they supposed to reach the headquarters against an entire army with these?

dae-ho began to get up when [your name]'s grip tightened, stopping him in his tracks.

"don't go, please." she pleaded, tears welling up. the frazzled woman was desperate.

"i have to." he curtly answered.

it was his duty.

"no you don't!" she retorted. "this is a suicide mission. gi-hun is out of his mind if he thinks any of this will work." she harshly said, a tone of urgency slipping through. a small group against trained snipers, their chances of success were slim.

"i have to protect you." he claimed. "we'll get out of her and you'll get the medical help you need in a hospital." he assured, letting go of her hand.

"i promise you, i'll come back." he swore before joining the rebels, ignoring her pleas. an easy lie to give, short and sweet. nothing was set in stone. their fate as treacherous as their life beyond the island.

dae-ho was lined up with the other men, he was handed a weapon he clumsily held, scrutinising it in puzzlement, clueless and afraid. his jumpiness betrayed his confident facade.

jun-hee was sat next to an emotionally distressed [your name], caressing her hand as she quietly sobbed. the pregnant woman had dissuaded her ex-boyfriend from joining the fight with a simple nod when the latter seemed to consider gi-hun's request. dae-ho had willingly chosen to endanger his life despite [your name]'s desperate pleas. jun-hee believed he should have stayed by her side to soothe her pain. the injured woman persevered but was not spared from affliction. in the hope of escaping this prison, dae-ho had selflessly chosen to risk it all but had selfishly joined the revolt to prove something to himself. most players lacked the courage to even contemplate fighting for anything other than their own gain, yet dae-ho continued to see himself as a coward.

"he is gonna be okay." jun-hee said, unconvinced with her lie.

"don't lie to me, please." [your name] retorted in a faltering tone.

after hyun-ju's brief demonstration on how to operate the rifles, the group headed for battle. dae-ho glanced one last time over his shoulder, jun-hee weakly waved at him and [your name] was indiscernible behind the makeshift barricades. although her feeble state justified her lack of effort to bid her final goodbyes, she did not want her last memory of dae-ho to be sorrowful.

around half an hour had passed, ear-shattering bullets were fired in the colourful labyrinth and ricocheted on the walls startling the players shielded in the sleeping quarters. yong-sik was shivering on the floor, his eyes focused on his shoes. on the staircase, young-mi clung to geum-ja who was doing her best to reassure her. jun-hee was still by her friend's side whose blood loss had drastically increased. the mattress had absorbed most of the liquid that oozed from the gash, and the excess dripped on the floor forming a sticky puddle. her heartbeats had slowed down and her skin felt cooler. her complexion was sickly. her gaze was unfocused, her vision blurry from tears as well as the haemorrhage.

"i need water..." [your name] voiced, her throat burning from her cough.

"i know." jun-hee replied, her lips quivering. "i'm sorry."

the group had roamed around the room, seeking help from other participants, wondering if they had any spare water or a clean piece of cloth to dry her sweaty forehead. some shared remorseful looks and apologies as others, such as player 100, could not care less about the girl's well-being.

"why don't you let her die, already? put her out of her misery!" the old man shouted, pointing his finger at geum-ja who had kindly approached the group of men.

"you greedy scumbag! don't you have some empathy?!" the old woman yelled louder, anger laced in her voice.

"when she dies, it will be more money for us." he spat cruelly.

"you're probably gonna be the first one shot when those guards come back, you asshole!" geum-ja countered at player 100's face before getting pulled away by her son.

in a grim atmosphere, the group sat on the staircases by [your name]'s bed. any remaining hope had vanished, however, geum-ja could not bear to wallow in sorrow. she cheerfully turned around and raised her fists.

"when they get us out of there and you're out of the hospital, you should join us for dinner." the old woman suggested, referring to jun-hee and [your name]. as no one spoke up, she resumed.

"hyun-ju and young-mi are already coming. the more the merrier as they say." she grinned at the weakened woman who blinked, her lips apart.

"you can even invite dae-ho. such a brave young man." she praised clasping her hands.

the young woman faintly smiled. for a brief moment, she entertained the idea.

laughter echoed through the dining room, everyone passed food around, enjoying the delicious dinner geum-ja had cooked. dae-ho was by her side, fingers intertwined as his thumb stroked the back of her hand, chortling at one of yong-sik's jokes. she and young-mi were gushing over jun-hee's newborn (girl or boy [your name] was spoiling that baby rotten). hyun-ju was done with her transition, glowing as her true self. geum-ja told stories about her childhood on the couch and showed yong-sik's baby pictures. the latter whined behind his mother with flushed cheeks as she insisted on the importance of capturing every moment before they grow up to be ungrateful brats. losing track of time, dae-ho and [your name] eventually left the house around midnight to get home to their shared apartment. a rather small apartment, but it was home. their home.

the dream.

but it was only a dream.

"i-i don't w-wanna die." she blurted out, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"don't say nonsense, you're not gonna die." geum-ja berated. "you're a strong girl, and we're getting out soon." she lingered waiting for the group to back her up. once they noticed her expectant glare, they agreed with the old woman, wavering tones and unconvinced sentences. good intentions but an awkward execution. it was the thought that counted.

an unnerving silence arose cut by [your name] whimpers. they were worn out, plagued by the sweet fragrance of death and the melody of misery. the shots fired in the distance as the sole sign of their friends' state until dae-ho barged into the room like a madman murmuring something inaudible like a mantra.

"dae-ho..." [your name] whispered as she heard his trembling voice. what was he doing here?

yong-sik carefully approached the crazed man, observing his behaviour. dae-ho had flung himself at multiple corpses, rummaging through their pockets.

"dae-ho, what happened?" yong-sik tentatively asked. "why are you back by yourself?" he continued after being met with shuddery breaths.

"magazines!" dae-ho blurted, holding up one of the items. "get the magazines from those bastards' pockets. hurry!" he urged and rushed towards another corpse.

the former marine was drowning under the pressure, fully submerged by his mission. bearing the burden of the revolt on his shoulders. his eyes scanned the area, dae-ho was erratic and dizzy, repeating one thing.

magazines in pockets. magazines in pockets. magazines in pockets.

"dae-ho—" [your name] repeated above a whisper as she was taken by a coughing fit.

geum-ja took it upon herself to chase after dae-ho, no longer capable of witnessing the young woman's suffering. she struggled to keep up with his pace, scurrying after him. dae-ho eventually stopped running to count the magazines he had collected, giving her some time to reason with him.

"dae-ho, my boy. you're killing yourself." she scowled, skimming over the young man's a. her apprehension was gone in one ear and out the other as continued to rummage through the magazines. his ears were ringing, filtering out any outside noise.

yong-sik returned with half a dozen magazines, placing them in the pile formed in a green jacket.

"this was all i could find." he informed as dae-ho nodded. his skin grew paler by the second, his sanity gradually declining. geum-ja reached for his arm to prevent him from disappearing into the labyrinth again, to no avail. his mind was dark and foggy, he was unable to see farther than his task.

"kang dae-ho!" jun-hee angrily shouted from the barricade. the man froze like a deer caught in the headlights, her outburst ripping him away from his dissociative state. before she could go on, something in the background caught dae-ho's eyes, he dropped the magazines and ran past a confounded geum-ja and yong-sik.

despite the stinging sensation in her hand, the piercing pain in her leg and her aching muscles, [your name] had gathered her remaining strength to roll off the bed, ignoring young-mi's alarmed voice. she fell on the cold floor with a loud thud. she had landed in a puddle of her own blood, splashing some on her face as well as on young-mi's already dirty shoes. her physical appearance was the least of her worries. young-mi dropped to her side, grabbing her friend's elbow to usher her back to bed. [your name] harshly brushed her off and crawled towards the centre of the room. she collapsed several times under her weight, barely capable of dragging her body. she was met with stunned stares, disgust or disinterest from the same people who caused her harm. blood gushed from her wound, leaving a glistening red trail behind her.

she had pushed herself to exhaustion, unable to crawl any more. the young woman tried to stand up but fell onto the floor.

she was giving up.

dae-ho fell to her side and cradled her to his chest. he cupped her face in his sweaty hand, unnoticed by [your name] who was drenched in cold sweat and drained of energy.

"you came back." she coughed out, looking up at him through her hooded eyelids.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry, sorry, sorry," he profusely apologised, uncontrollably weeping, tightening his grip on her sickly frame. "i should've stayed with you." he cried.

"you're here now, that's all that matters." she muttered, her chest hardly rising.

"dae-ho?" she called out weakly. the man hummed, sniffling.

"where are we g-going for our d-date?" she sweetly asked, as dae-ho erupted in a flow of tears. he let out a trembling breath before describing what he had planned for their first date.

"i was thinking of taking you to this korean barbecue near my apartment— or a picnic... i just want to spend the evening with you." he confessed as she lightly smiled, picturing the cosy evening. just the two of them, sitting close to one another, eating some smoked veggies and meat, relishing in each other's presence.

"i was thinking of bringing you flowers. a really big bouquet, because you deserve the most— and with the money i could have bought the most beautiful one for you." he choked out.

"tulips." she whispered. "i love tulips."

"i would have brought you tulips." his voice wavering as he sniffled.

"then, we will stroll hand in hand around town, just chatting— just hearing the sound of your voice makes me happy." he faintly chuckled as [your name] weakly grinned.

"we will sit on a bench, i will place my arm around your shoulders." he said as the young woman's head leaned against his chest.

"then, if i don't get cold feet... i will kiss you. and i will make the first move this time." he murmured waiting for her reaction.

nothing.

nothing came.

"[your name]?" he asked, slightly shaking her body to wake her up.

she was not dozing off.

"[your name]?!" he let out a gut-wrenching scream as he shook her body.

she was gone.

hyun-ju barged into the room yelling for dae-ho, her deep voice resonating throughout the room, only stopping in her tracks after catching a glimpse of the scene. dae-ho was wailing, his eyes were tightly shut as her empty ones stared into space, his hand firmly pressed to her cheek, his lips on her forehead as he rocked his body back and forth. his lungs scorched, his head reeled, his heart broke, he felt nauseous. she had passed away in his arms, helpless as he held her mutilated body.

so much wasted potential.

the ambition of making a name for herself gone, the determination to prove herself as a foreign student fading, the ashes of the past never reincarnating in a magnificent phoenix, instead flying away with a gust of wind. nevertheless, she was not to pity. she was free. free from the horror of this world. free from unrealistic expectations. free from her misery. her friends were still there, in this hellhole, traumatised and exhausted, drowning in debts. now mourning a loved one.

dae-ho lost someone who would have undoubtedly been the love of his life, the one to offer him the respect and tenderness he deserved, the one he would have desired the spend the rest of his pathetic existence with.

his reason to persevere.

"get down on the floor." the square mask guard ordered, firing his weapon into the ceiling as all participants obliged.

the pink guards barged into the room, their guns aligned to their line of vision. each guard loomed over a player, threatening to kill them at any wrong move. coffins were brought right after the soldiers and they proceeded to gather all the corpses, starting with the players. a guard raised his weapon at dae-ho, who had not taken notice of the chaos ensuing, and if he did, he did not bother to acknowledge it.

"let go of the body." the guard demanded. the grief-stricken man was unresponsive, too distraught by his loss, refusing to leave her side.

the guard turned over his colleagues, giving them inaudible directives. two circle mask guards moved towards the devastated man and ripped her lifeless body from his embrace. dae-ho fought back, alternating between shouting insults at the guards and begging them.

"no, no, no— please don't take her away you fucking assholes! no! please, please— oof!" he implored, clutching onto her lifeless form. the soldier hit him square on the head with the back of his rifle, dae-ho stumbled face-first onto the floor as his nose bled. the soldier pressed the barrel of the gun to his temple.

the two circle mask guards had grabbed [your name] by her ankles and from under her armpits, her body slouched in their negligent grip. they laid the body in the coffin, dae-ho's final glimpse at the woman before she was no more than a past memory.

the man's lips quivered as he broke out into tears. jun-hee pulled him into an embrace, her sobs matching his until they could no longer cry, tired and devastated.

he failed.

he failed to protect her.

he failed to bring the magazines to hyun-ju.

maybe his father was right.

after all...

... he was a failure.

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[itsnesss]

hey, are you willing to do a Myung-gi x read x jun hee where they both want her and are kind of fighting over her. thanks <3

𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | lee myung-gi & kim jun-hee × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | romantic tension, jealousy, slight arguments

word count | 0.6 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You were sitting on the edge of your bunk, fiddling with a bracelet. You didn’t want to draw attention, but that seemed impossible with the two of them around.

Myung-gi was leaning against the wall, his frown as deep as always, but his eyes softened every time they landed on you. On the other hand, Jun-hee, with her short hair and confident attitude, sat on the bunk next to yours, pretending not to care about you, though her words cut like knives every time Myung-gi spoke to you.

“What are you doing there alone?” Myung-gi asked suddenly, stepping closer to you. His hands rested on the edge of your bunk.

“Nothing important, just… thinking,” you replied, trying not to hold his gaze for too long.

Jun-hee let out a sarcastic laugh from her spot. “Thinking, sure. Probably thinking about how much she wants to get out of here, not sit around listening to your nonsense, Myung-gi.”

He clenched his jaw, turning to Jun-hee. “And what would you know, Jun-hee? You’re always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

She stood up slowly, her posture steady. “I know more than you think, and I also know she doesn’t need you pretending to be her protector,” she said, motioning toward you with a tilt of her head. “She doesn’t need someone like you, Myung-gi.” It was obvious they had history.

The atmosphere grew tense. You felt the weight of their stares on you, but you didn’t want to intervene just yet. It was as if they were both trying to prove something that didn’t need proving.

“And what do you think she needs, Jun-hee?” Myung-gi shot back, stepping closer to her. His voice was filled with frustration. “Someone like you? Someone who only knows how to use sharp words to hide their own insecurity?”

Jun-hee narrowed her eyes, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips. “At least I don’t need to hide behind excuses to justify my choices, Myung-gi.”

“Enough!” you said, standing between them before things got out of hand. “This doesn’t make any sense.”

They both froze, their expressions shifting from anger to discomfort at your intervention.

“There’s no need for you two to fight over me. This isn’t another test; you don’t have to compete like my attention is some kind of prize,” you added, crossing your arms.

Myung-gi lowered his gaze, his expression softening. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Jun-hee, on the other hand, let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry. He’s the one taking things too seriously.”

You knew Jun-hee used sarcasm as a shield, but you also noticed a hidden vulnerability in her gaze.

...

As you returned to the common dorm, they both walked by your side, competing for your attention in more subtle ways.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt in the test?” Myung-gi asked, his concern evident.

“Of course she’s fine. She’s not as fragile as you think, Myung-gi,” Jun-hee interrupted, rolling her eyes. “But if she needs someone who actually understands her, I’m right here.”

You sighed, tired of the same dynamic. Suddenly, you stopped, turning to face them.

“Can you both stop?” you asked, your voice firmer than you expected. “I don’t need you to take care of me like I can’t do it myself.”

They both fell silent, surprised by your tone. Finally, Myung-gi nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Jun-hee crossed her arms, but her expression softened too. “Alright. Maybe… I went a little overboard.”

[miss-conjayniality]

a good chunk of the squid game cast is every bisexual’s candy shop.

[akirasarchives]

[02] | Valuable Addition.

Summary: Tension grows between you and Hyunju after the split vote to leave. However, you finally find Junhee and discover something dire.

— usual squid game stuff, bold is [day, date, time], italics is internal monologue and bold+italics is flashback

[ DAY ONE, ???, AFTERNOON ]

After the initial adrenaline wore off and the lights began to dim inside the bed hall, a devastating silence blanketed the room. Both you and Hyunju had long fallen into the silence, finding solace in each other's equal trauma. You fiddled, twisted and turned as you tried to fight the flashes of blood and body matter that printed itself into your orbs. The lifeless gazes you met as you stepped over and trampled on the bodies that were dead too early.

That could’ve been me.

However, you can’t shake the thought of player 456. He knew, he knew how the doll worked in such a short time and it was almost as if he had encountered it before. Played it before. You’re dying to ask Hyunju but a part of you is terrified to break the silence.

Suddenly, a loud whirring noise causes you to shake. You gasp, using your arms to prop you up as the lights in the room flash on. The doors had opened and the armed guards filter in.

Everyone who has previously sat on the floors scramble for safety causing the frames of the bedding to shake due to the intensity. You glance at Hyunju who grasps her mattress for support.

“Congratulations for making it through the first game. Here are the results for the first game.” The guard announces, staring straight as the screen above him begins to move. The player count falls from 456 to to 365 as he explains that 91 players had died in the first game. Your stomach drops at the figure and how that could’ve easily been you if Hyunju didn’t help you in your state of panic.

“Sir! Please don’t kill us!” An elderly woman pleads as she steps forward. What you assume is her son is attached to her arm and looks equally as horrified as the woman. She falls to her knees as she begs once more.

The sight is horrifying.

She pleads about her sons debt, explaining that she will do whatever it takes as long as they don’t hurt her son. Together, the two start pleading. Your stomach is churning at the scene as anxiety bubbles dangerously high within your body. You want to run, to hide.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding.” The guard explains but more people begin pleading, crawling and crying. They’re rubbing their hands together desperately and bowing with the deepest respect.

“We are not trying to harm you. We are presenting you with an opportunity—“

“Clause three of the consent form!”

Player 456?

“The games may be terminated upon a majority vote. Correct?” He retaliates as he walks to the centre of the room, demanding authority. The tension in the air is thick as 456 has a silence standoff with the guards leader.

You swallow nervously, cringing at the loud sound.

“That is correct.” The guard nods slightly.

“Then let’s take a vote right now.” 456 replies with the upmost confidence. You glance between the two, thankful for your higher view.

“Of course.”

The room fills with relieved sighs. Your heart hammers heavily. Surely it cannot be this easy to leave?

I still haven’t found Junhee.

“But first, let me announce the prize amount that has been accumulated.”

Gasps fill the room as the lights dim, followed by the familiar arcade sound of a winning play. A large pig, beaming with a golden ray begins to fill with stacks of money. The sight is eerily dystopian as people’s faces begin to fill with curiosity and amazement instead of dread and disgust.

“The number of players eliminated in the first game is 91. Therefore a total of 9.1 billion won has been accumulated.”

Horror spikes through your body, pricking you like pins and needles. The money presented is the worth of these individuals. Instead of cash, you see visions of the crumpled corpses lying inside the pig.

I’m getting out of here.

[DAY ONE, ???, EVENING ]

Things had gone south quickly. Once the vote to leave was announced and the guards had the players vote one by one, by number, you watched as the one person you connected with voted to stay. You felt so… betrayed? Hyunju didn’t even look at you once she voted, joining the O side without any thought towards you. You watched from the X side as the people around her didn’t even glance at her yet celebrated others joining the side as they are too absorbed by their transphobic ideologies. A part of you wanted to scream as you watched the O side increase by one. How can she join the O side especially when the purple haired lunatic was screaming and running around proudly?

On the plus side, you found Junhee. She was player 222 and had a look of absolute distraught that you had never seen before. Despite the turbulent emotions of fear, anger and distress, you greeted your friend with a relieved smile and tight hug.

“I’ve been looking for you!” You both whispered, holding back your laughs as you took in each other's faces. You both share a defeated look, though the light in your eyes had brightened since finding Junhee alive.

Now, you followed Junhee to her bed. She was situated on the other side of the room which explained why you had struggle locating the small woman in the spacious cell.

You think back to earlier, how it felt Hyunju turned her back on you. Despite finding your friend, you felt you lost another.

“You chose to stay?” You ask Hyunju with slouched shoulders. The woman, who had previously started walking back to the beds, pauses. It’s almost as if she was trying to run away from the conversation as she must’ve realised you would be pissed at her actions.

‘We were talking about getting out of here less than two hours ago!’ The thought rattles in your head.

A frown presents itself on your face. It feels like the only thing you’ve done since you’ve been here is frown or become overrun by existential fear. Slowly, she turns on her heel.

Her pupils shake as her face contorts through her emotions. A pang of empathy hits your heart at the sight of her glossy eyes.

“I need the money, [y/n].” Her voice is shaky and despite the usual compassion you would feel, her words just irritate you. You both watched people die. You comforted her because she couldn’t save someone. You rubbed the bloody fucking sand off of both of your shoes.

You can’t help but scoff, “Hyunju. People died. That money is only there because people fucking died.”

“You don’t understand.” Hyunju replies. Her voice is still ever so soft and it only serves to annoy you more. How can she be so calm?

“I don’t? You want to keep playing — more people are probably going to die! Then what? You might get to live?” You can’t help it as you begin to raise your tone at her. Hyunju furrows her brows as her patience wears thin.

“I need this money to live. To be me.” She places a hand on her chest sincerely, but her tone is sharp, “To be beautiful.”

A palpable silence bestows you both. Like earlier, a silent standoff begins. You can’t find the words as your mind is reeling.

‘Why do I care so much about this random person?’

Hyunju turns on her heel once more, walking back to her bed. You step forward, speaking loud enough for her to hear.

“You’re beautiful already, unnie.”

A hand is placed on your shoulder. You jump, following the arm to the perpetrators face.

“You scared me.” You whisper, glancing back at your shoes. They’re still beaten, bloodied and still have sand stuck in the crevasses. The sight puts you off the food in your dish despite how your stomach tells out in hunger.

Junhee examines your face, “The person… 120. Are you okay?” She asks. Of course she witnessed your fight with Hyunju as she had been by your side, nervously pulling at your sleeve to get you to walk away. Junhee had never seen you in such a state and to be frank, it scared her quite a bit. She watched the clip of you on the screen too, how afraid and little you looked. It was nothing close to your usual self.

You sigh, “Yeah. I guess.” Pushing yourself from the bed frame, you glance around. Due to everyone circulating in groups it was now easier to spot individual people. It wasn’t hard to find Hyunju sitting by the elderly woman and her son who had previously begged for their lives.

Junhee opens her mouth to speak but you reply swiftly, “We should be in 456’s team.”

She blinks, “Huh?”

“He’s been here before. He won. We should be close to him. We could have a better chance of winning if we don’t get a majority vote out.” You point over at the distraught man. His friend, player 390 seems to be comforting him as he wallows in pity.

“Have this too.” Again, you jump. This time Junhee does too. An extra egg is placed onto her dish by the elderly woman from earlier.

How is she this fast?

She leans in, glancing at you and Junhee. She seems almost nervous or hesitant to speak, causing you to raise a brow.

“You should eat it for your baby, eggs are good for pregnant women.”

Baby!? Junhee is actually pregnant? Also how does this woman know??

“Junhee… You’re actually pregnant?” You ask in a low whisper. Junhee looks like a deer in headlights. Not only had this woman just known about her pregnancy, now you do. After all, she told you she thinks she might be pregnant.

Her pale lips quiver. She’s at a loss for words, staring at you with soulless eyes. You want to cry for her, seeing her in such a state. The usual bubbly girl who helps you make coffees is reduced to a mute state.

The elderly lady tries to crack a smile “I’ve helped more than a dozen women in my neighbourhood deliver their babies. I can tell just by looking at your body shape and the way you walk.”

It’s your turn to blink.

Am I really that stupid that I didn’t notice? Or is she some kind of walking ultrasound machine?

Junhee glances at her food dish. A part of you want to reach out and hold her, tell her she’ll be fine. But it’s not right.

“It looks like your due date is getting close. If you compress your belly to hide it, it’ll be dangerous for both you and your baby.” The elderly woman expresses sincerely. It’s the same pleading face she used when begging the guards to spare her life. Junhee’s situation is dire.

“That’s why you were in pain earlier!”

… She was?

Junhee shakes her head, “It’s not what you think.”

The lady sighs once more. Junhee sounds so dejected and you’re sure she’s thought about this a lot in the past few hours. Would it be safe for her to reveal her pregnancy?

Within seconds the lady is quickly rushed away by her son, pulling her before she can fully say what she wanted to Junhee.

“Junhee… You didn’t tell me?” You ask, looking at hee slumped posture. She stares at the egg placed over her partially eaten rice, toying with it with her spoon.

“I… I didn’t know how. It’s so complicated.” She replies, glancing at you through her bangs. You sigh, placing your food tin in front of you. The elderly woman’s words ring through your mind.

Her belly… She must be in so much pain.

You motion towards her stomach, “How long have you been compressing your belly?” The thought sickens you. How far along had Junhee been when she told you if she has to press it down? Was she testing the waters to your reaction?

“A while…” She whispers as she gathers a bit of rice on her spoon. Slowly, she brings the spoon to her mouth. Your eyes sting with the threat of tears as she shows her vulnerability to you.

You scoot forward, swinging your legs over the bed so you’re sat comfortably beside her. She doesn’t bother to move her head as you place your arm around her. Almost instinctively she leans towards your touch.

You rub her shoulder comfortingly in an attempt to soothe her.

“I’ll take care of you.”

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[violetseaslug]

heyyyy. are you willing to write for jun hee from squid game? Maybe with a reader who is like the opposite of Myung-gi (golden retriever, pays a lot of attention to her, very affectionate and up front with her emotions).

Just the reader instantly taking a liking to her and wanting to protect her, and jun hee being shy and not used to being treated so well.

Thanks, love your writing <3

Come kiss me, convince me ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

tw: mention/description of a past, slightly abusive relationship

a/n: thank youuuuu for your request!!! 🫶 i hope you enjoyed and i hope i wrote what you wanted!!!! also guys can u tell i rlly dont like that crypto dude.

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Coming out of a relationship with someone who was neither attentive nor understanding hadn't been easy. Jun-hee often found herself trapped in an endless amount of self blame. Maybe she wasn’t good enough. Maybe she was too pushy, too needy or maybe she demanded too much. No matter how far she sank into her thoughts, though, you were always there to pull her back to the surface.

You told everyone you were just her best friend... but sometimes, the things you said and the way you looked at her seemed far from platonic.

"Jun-hee, my baby," you cooed, cradling her face between your hands, your thumbs brushing softly against her cheeks. "I promise, there's nothing wrong with you. He was just a dick. Bland personality, zero emotional depth." You scrunched your nose in distaste, making her let out a soft laugh despite herself.

"And, not to mention, he fumbled so badly. You're basically a real-life angel," you added, your eyes gleaming as you smiled at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Jun-hee shook her head, amused but slightly flustered. The warmth in your voice was overwhelming and unfamiliar but never unwelcome.

As you walked together through the park, you absentmindedly skipped ahead, still holding onto her hand, fingers loosely entwined incase she wanted to pull away. She didn’t.

"And he never smiled... like, what was up with that?" you threw your hands up dramatically before tapping Jun-hee’s nose with your fingertip. "It was like talking to a brick wall. And when he did finally decide to open his stupid mouth, it was just to bring you down again."

You sighed, shaking your head as if you still couldn’t believe it. Then, turning back to her, your expression softened.

"But you, my love," you murmured, your voice sincere and genuine, "you're gorgeous and so fun to talk to. I could listen to you ramble for hours and never get tired of it. I love your company, everything about you. You weren’t the problem, jun-hee. He was."

Your tone was firm, unwavering. everything else you said had been lighthearted and playful but that last sentence? That was the truth.

ever since her breakup, you had been her rock, the one person who had never faltered in supporting her. Jun-hee didn’t know where she would be without you.

Sometimes, your words that were spoken with such confidence and adoration caught her off guard. She wasn’t used to being treated this way. Every time she had started to believe she deserved kindness, her ex had been there to take it away, turning her joy into doubt.

But you were different. You never lost your patience with her, never made her feel like she was too much. And as she looked at you now, at the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, the effortless way you brightened her mood without a second thought,

she realized she was endlessly grateful for someone like you.

[heavens-moonlight]

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 | 𝟬𝟳 : 𝗔𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛

𝟬𝟲 : 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 | 𝟬𝟴 : 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘, 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘, 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘

Authors Note: It has seriously been so long but I've been gone to study as well as test for my boards and didn't want any distractions, but I’m back and more motivated than ever! Thank you so much for all the messages of concern (that I am now only getting around to seeing). This was originally supposed to go up a bit sooner but I thought it was too heavy to start 2025 off with so it's here now instead. Happy New Year to everyone and if you're still reading this story I hope you can excuse the time off in exchange for more frequent updates now that I actually have time to myself. As always, I'd love to hear what you think! Until next time ♡

Faint morning sunlight filters through the sheer white curtains, casting a muted glow in the room. The quiet murmur of the world you've grown accustomed to is now inaudible, muffled by the window's thick glass, separating illusion from reality.

In this hushed room, the oppressive silence adheres to you like second skin, suffocating you in the familiarity—and the loneliness. Even as the clock on the wall ticks away signaling the passage of time, it's not enough to drown out the feeling that it has long since stopped—stalled at a moment where nothing feels possible, where hope is just an echo of something impossible.

A sense of heaviness settles atop your body, aching as though it has been carrying the weight of far too many days for far too long.

Your eyelids flutter open languidly, the effort of rising from the darkness of sleep too much to take. For a moment, you sit still, staring at the tender rays filtering in, but it offers no warmth, only a pale reminder of things that once felt brighter.

Feeble shadows dance across the walls, reflecting off the surface of the floors.

In the dulled haze of the scattered sunbeams, the light is neither enough to pierce through the darkness of your dismal dreams nor your despairing reality.

The beautiful, soft, and serene sunlight doesn't touch your heart any longer, for even if it did, it wouldn't change a single thing.

It feels like a lie, that sunlight.

It promises warmth, but it doesn't deliver.

Your chin quivers and you bring your fingers to your face, rubbing your eyes in an effort to physically hold back the tears. Wanting to close your eyes for just a second, even that small release of tension only makes you more aware of the pressure in your chest.

Only when warm hands envelop your own to gently pull them away do you turn to its source.

Jun-Hee's brown eyes are the first thing you see and shielding your heart, you remain strong, holding his gaze.

It brings you comfort, but also trepidation, as you focus on his irises, a rich, deep hue contrasting that of the soulless, colorless shade of murky white imprinted in your subconscious.

Death was staring at you through his eyes in that vivid nightmare, and instead of running away, you had run toward it.

You both sit completely still in one another's presence for a couple more minutes before the familiar lump lodges its way in your throat the longer you look at him and circling through a million what-if's.

It's too much.

Too much to keep pretending that things will get better.

No longer being able to ground your thoughts or steady your breaths, your hands fall from his and you rise on shaky feet, walking in a non-linear line seeking escape.

The silence swells again and you step forward, feet carrying you toward the door, each movement mechanical.

There's no destination in mind, no plan. Just the thought that perhaps if you walk long enough, if you move far enough, you can outrun whatever's holding you here.

But deep down, you know that you won't.

You know that you can't.

As you pass a mirror hung up on the adjacent wall, you stop short in your tracks.

You swallow, then blink at your reflection in the mirror, barely recognizable to your own self, splatters of blood dotted across your visage and eyes devoid of hope.

It makes you physically hurt.

It makes you want to scream out loud.

Instead, you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood and swipe at your own face, each pass more aggressive than the last.

No matter how hard you press, the streaks merely smear, yet refuse to disappear completely.

You wonder if this is how it will be once this is all over.

Try as you might, you can't imagine in the slightest ever being able to rid of the gruesome memories.

The tears.

The blood.

The deaths.

The world outside continues on, unchanged, while you remain stuck in this place, trapped in the moment between yesterday and tomorrow.

At the next raise of your hand, Jun-Hee winds his fingers around your wrist and tugs it down tenderly but still firmly enough that it brings you back to your senses.

The familiar rage and hurt bubble inside your chest and you force it down, bottling your emotions as you have always done.

Wordlessly, Jun-Hee throws open the room's door and drags you along on a path straight to the bathrooms.

He turns your shoulders, facing you away from the wall length mirrors, back pressed against the counter of sinks.

The light flickers overhead as you hang your head, silent sobs wracking your body. Jun-Hee stands in the doorway, heart twisting in his chest at the sight of you. For as long as he has known you, your strength had always been something he admired. But now, you were breaking, and he felt helpless.

"Seol-Hwa," he whispers, voice thick with emotion. "Please."

Your shoulders shudder as you look up, eyes swollen and red. The weight of everything you couldn't say crushes you, too heavy for words.

With determination, Jun-Hee crosses the threshold to stand in front of you, bending down to eye level and ever so gently reaching forward to cup your face in his hands. His touch is steady, even as he fears you would pull away hearing your breath hitch at the contact.

"Look at me," he murmurs, low and even. "I want you to see your reflection of yourself as I see you. Deflect all your pains, your worries, and your fears onto me. In my eyes, there is only you."

Tears make their descent down your face so you shakily inhale, trying to stop the streaming rivulets. Jun-Hee gingerly steps ever closer, thumbs brushing over your cheeks to trace the lines of every drop.

"I—I don't know how to fix it," you choke out, voice trembling. "No one can."

As your tears continue to fall unbidden, Jun-Hee sighs and reaches around you for a stack of paper towels, dampening them with cool water before softly wiping your face as if he were erasing the pain one swipe at a time.

Rather than pulling away or flinching, you surrender to the tender touch, breath slowing just a little with each movement. You can't help but to stare, the course of your nightmare haunting you even when awake.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's—" you pause, not knowing how to approach it. You decide if you didn't start, Jun-Hee wouldn't have to learn of the ending. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing if it has you like this."

You shake your head, lips pressed into a firm line.

"Was it a bad dream?"

Hesitantly, you nod, tears brimming on your waterline once more. "In it...you left." It was neither of your faults, yet the words come out laced with bitterness yet also chock-full of longing, of pain, and of regret. "You left...and I was all alone."

Jun-Hee pulls you into a tight hug, tucking your head beneath his chin. He didn't have answers. He couldn't make it disappear. But he could be here. He could hold you.

"Is that what you're afraid of?" One hand comes to nestle the back of your head, patting softly in reassurance. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Wrapping your arms around him, you rest your ear against his chest, finding solace in his beating heart signaling life, chambers of sound echoing your feelings for him.

"The future seems far too bleak to give us a choice to stay."

"In any circumstance, even if I had to leave, I would always come back to you, Seol- Hwa."

[ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ, ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴋɪʟʟ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪ-sᴏᴏ, ᴀ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴ, ᴡᴀs ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ. ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛs, ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪғʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ. ]

The monotonous announcement drones on soporifically, seemingly mocking Yu-Jun's cries that nearly mask every single word like knives probing at the still-open wounds in his heart.

You can barely bring yourself to watch even after the others have left the scene one by one as Yu-Jun holds Ji-Soo's limp body in his arms behind the previously impenetrable door now split down the middle, a parallel to their parting.

"This can't be..." Yu-Jun intones in despair, shaking his girlfriend's shoulders to no avail. "I still need you here with me..."

Recognition comes at you in full force, causing you to stumble back, clutching at the doorframe in reliance as your head spins, the same exact words you had said to Jun-Hee in your nightmare reverberating in the dark recesses of your mind, echoing far too loud in the vicinity of the now empty hallway.

Sensing the movement, Yu-Jun glances over, a flash of surprise to see you still there, before it's gone and replaced by utter grief.

Pulling yourself together, you hesitantly approach. Even as you kneel down next to the two, you're met with no resistance nor reticence as you had expected.

"You don't have to stay. No one else did." Yu-Jun's voice is muffled as he pulls Ji-Soo ever closer, hunching over with his head against her own.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to," you emphasize.

At this, he looks up, confused. "I don't understand. I'm not someone who should be on the receiving end of kindness."

"That doesn't mean you deserve this," you gesture around, noticing somberly as his hands tighten, clutching at the fabric of Ji-Soo's now crinkled white shirt. "None of us do."

"Maybe I do." Yu-Jun stares straight forward at the wall, focusing on nothing. "Maybe this is karma for everything I've done wrong."

"We're people. Everyone makes mistakes. It's part of being human."

Yu-Jun chuckles darkly. "Tell me, what kind of mistake is this game then?"

"A fatal one."

There's a long stretch of silence between you two before he speaks up. "I'm sorry." You're taken aback by the sudden admission of regret, unable to hide your reaction. Yu-Jun clears his throat awkwardly before addressing you with sincerity. "My friend group, me included, haven't always been the nicest to you or yours and even though I knew it deep down, I never owned up to it. On behalf of them and myself, I want to apologize." His breaths come out ragged with so much still to convey between every intake of air. "In case—" he glances down again at Ji-Soo in his arms and brushes away stray strands of hair from her face. "—I don't get the chance to say the things I've saved to say."

"Do you have words that you regret never having said?"

"Three. Only three."

You can guess what it is without confirmation from the way Yu-Jun's lips quiver, eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Stay alive for her."

"I don't know if I can."

"You will," you respond with certainty, rising back on your feet.

"How are you so sure?"

"Are there not people you still want to save, including yourself?"

Realization finally makes its way onto his face. "H-How did you figure it out? T-That I'm a doctor?" The words come out in broken stutters.

You pull out your phone and turn it around, showing the resurrection screen. "It's hard to recognize those against you, but it's even harder to recognize those with you. We shouldn't let one another down."

Yu-Jun opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find the right words to say. "I feel as though I've already disappointed so many. A second chance is not something I deserve."

"Rather than saying you don't deserve things, prove that you do."

"Do you...not have any desire to reserve revival for yourself? "

"I could, but that defeats the whole purpose of this responsibility assigned to us in saving the innocent. Doctors place the needs of others before their own. Is that not what we are now?"

Yu-Jun's entire demeanor shifts from reluctant to resolute, from hopeless to hopeful. "I'll do my best so that no more sacrifices will be done in vain."

A faint smile adorns your face, acknowledging the partnership wordlessly. "Whatever happens, don't forget to protect yourself even as you're protecting the others."

Yu-Jun makes a sound of affirmation as you turn to leave. "Wait—"

You look back over your shoulder. "What is it?"

"You're a really good person, Seol-Hwa, just as Jun-Hee has always said. I see why he likes you so much."

Faltering, the corner of your lips imperceptibly curl downward. "We're best friends. He's obligated to say that."

"I don't think feelings are an obligation."

"Feelings never do well in a life or death situation."

"Do you have words that you regret never having said?" Yu-Jun uses your own verbatim against you.

Your eyes waver but you tamper down your emotions, refusing to let them show. "I had a dream last night where I said the words I've always wanted to say and Jun-Hee and I still wind up, over and over again, at only one ending sequence."

"And that ending is?"

Swiveling your head back around to hide the tears wanting to fall, you whisper quietly before walking away, "The same as your's."

Despite Yu-Jun declining to join, the rest reconvene in the deserted warehouse, as barren and cold as you were feeling.

Everyone is on edge, warily eyeing one another, no longer trying to hide the smallest ounce of suspicion.

Yoon-Seo speaks up next to you, words curt as she crosses her arms across her chest. "What's the reason for calling all of us down here?"

If it was possible, Kyung-Jun is even more patronizing, walking back and forth in the center with his head held high. Haughtily, he turns to the group. "Do you all not know or are you pretending not to?" He smirks. "Park Woo-Ram, that bastard, the one who deceived all of you was the Mafia. Just who was the only person to pinpoint that?" Throwing his hands up in a show of bravado, he motions for applause. "Me."

Solely, Seung-Bin claps, always one to grovel at his leader's feet. "Of course, it's no one else but you with the great hunch." His positive countenance morphs to one of disdain, transitioned so seamlessly, that it makes you wonder if he has ever displayed a genuine expression. "I can't say the same for you lot of Police. Whoever you all are, you could learn a thing or two from Kyung-Jun."

The person in question waves him off to the back and steps forward, hands in his pockets. "Hear that? If you want to catch the Mafia, do as I say."

Beside you, Jun-Hee deadpans, "Do what?"

"You'll take turns saying who you think is guilty and I'll pick for you."

Whispers grow amongst your classmates and you can sense the growing frustration directed at a single player.

Scoffing, Jun-Hee shakes his head in disbelief. "Who are you to decide? It's up to all of us."

"There's not enough collective intelligence for us to do that. Did you all forget how and why I nearly died last night? Who other than me is definitely a Citizen?" Kyung-Jun strides the length of the room as he scrutinizes everyone in turn, shaking his pointer finger in succession but ultimately drops it as he reaches you. Seeing your mien of indifference, he pivots back around, leaving his next words hanging in the air. "I think the rest of the Mafia members are hidden among those who voted for me yesterday."

"That doesn't mean anything," Na-Hee defends.

"Oh really?" Kyung-Jun whirls back around, fixating on Na-Hee and clucks his tongue at her. "On the contrary, it means everything. For the fact alone that you all sided with the opposition to rid of me. What clearer evidence is there?"

"How were we supposed to know?" Jun-Hee states clearly. "Don't judge based on one round where no one had the slightest clue."

"Then, what should I assess you on?" Kyung-Jun retorts. "Voting is the entire point of this game to figure out who's who."

"Your logic is shit if that's all you use to reason with," Jung-Won admonishes.

"You bitch—"

So-Mi cuts in abruptly, changing the topic of conversation for the time being. "What about Ji-Soo then? Why kill someone so randomly without the need to?"

"Who cares about intention when you yourself could die?"

Behind him, you can see Jin-Ha and Seung- Bin look at one another briefly, weary looks on their faces at Kyung-Jun's words, message loud and clear: Friendship amounts to nothing when it comes to survival.

Yeon-Woo timidly voices from the back. "So, Ji-Soo wasn't the Doctor then?"

"Read the notification carefully," Eun-Chan murmurs to his friend. "She was a Citizen, but that doesn't mean Yu-Jun is."

“Yesterday," Da-Bum adds, "the Police used their skill, so why didn't the Doctor?"

Mi-Na bites at her nails. "Right, because then Ji-Soo would still be here."

You catch sight of Yu-Jun outside through the metal bars across the window opening and once your eyes meet, he hangs his head in shame, walking away forlornly, no longer wanting to listen any further.

No one else notices the exchange and you breathe out on a long exhale, just as much guilty.

"Don't you all think it's weird?" So-Mi's question draws the interest of those next to her. "On the third floor, it was just Ji-Soo and Yu-Jun alone. How come only one of them made it out alive?"

Mi-Na looks over at So-Mi with a gasp. "Could Yu-Jun be a Mafia?"

"Damn," Jin-Ha intones. "If that's true, he really took his girlfriend's life."

In order to not compromise the chance of survival, although knowing that couldn't be farther from the truth especially after seeing the aftermath of the two, you bite down on your tongue to keep peace.

"She did always give him a hard time, what with telling him off and her short temper..." Yeon-Woo trails off.

"Enough of this useless talk that serves no real purpose in pressing matters." Despite the silent resistance, Kyung-Jun still mongers fear in the rest. "I'll single out someone as I see fit."

"How funny! He thinks he's actually in charge," Jung-Won mutters under her breath.

"This one." He spurns her and focuses on Jun-Hee, gesturing condescendingly. "You can tell when he did all that he could to safeguard Woo-Ram."

"Anyone would've done so to save someone who we thought would be a Citizen," you spit out. "Haven't we all been betrayed by someone we trusted?" Kyung-Jun's eyes slide over to yours, jaw clenched, not missing what you alluded to. "If it wasn't you against him, would you be able to say there wasn't even a one percent chance where you couldn't believe him?" His eyes don't leave yours, watching intently your effort at justification. "In the end, we're just victims of a killer."

"Seol-Hwa's right," Na-Hee agrees meekly. "We shouldn't vote just because of a wrong guess."

"Then, let's vote for the right guess this time: Jun-Hee."

"Don't you know about presuming innocence? Stop insisting when you don't have proof." You glare him down. "This isn't a witch hunt where we vote on the basis of who we dislike most."

Kyung-Jun steps toward you and you can feel Yoon-Seo grab your elbow to pull you back but you don't budge even as he bends down, tilting his head to the side, gazing steadfastly at you. "Do you have evidence then?" He fixes you with a challenging stare, reversing your words. "We can't defend based on who we like most."

"You want evidence?" He falters as you merely smile without any real happiness behind it. "I have it."

The hum of the old computer fan is the only sound in the small, dimly lit basement before the clicking of keys fills the silence, rhythmic, almost hypnotic.

Jung-Won's fingertips run across the keyboard, eyes locked on the screen, face bathed in the pale glow of the monitor. She wasn't aware of those standing behind her, too focused, too intent, to notice the interest of the rest, and the trepidation of yours.

"We can get the entire Mafia crew in one go if I manage to pull this off."

From the shadows of the basement, the sound of Seung-Bin's foot tapping repetitively against the floor echoes incessantly. "This is useless. Can't you work any faster than at the rate of a turtle?" His voice breaks the stillness of the room, laced with frustration.

"You're also useless. You have no right to speak," Jung-Won berates, tone sharp as she adds to the tension.

You see the screen flash and spring up from your seat next to Jun-Hee atop a half broken wooden bench discarded in the room. "Do you see anything?"

"I thought I would but..." Jung-Won spins in her chair to face you, "it's all deleted. The files are completely wiped—everything on the drive."

"That can't be." You refuse to even entertain the thought that someone else could've chanced upon this room, especially not after the weird circumstance in which you found it. "Look again." Grabbing Jung-Won's arm a bit too tightly, you urge her to scour the different file locations.

An uneasy silence hangs in the air as you both turn toward the computer once again. Your eyes bat nervously from folder to folder, trying to find something—anything—but the cursor only blinks in emptiness, mocking your desperation.

"It's not that," Jung-Won says aloud as she clicks around, clattering growing louder in defiance. "Any remaining content on here wasn't formatted properly from the start. Whoever had access to this in the first place made sure no else would after them. All traces are erased."

You can't answer right away. Jung-Won's gaze is fixed, but her fingers had slowed. The screen blinks once, twice, before the folder she'd been trying to open vanishes entirely.

A chill runs down your spine.

"It's not... it's not possible..." you whisper, words in tatters. You reach for the mouse but the screen flickers then blacks out entirely as a faint row of red text flashes in the corner.

Deleted: System Error.

The room goes deathly still.

You squeeze your eyes together tightly, stomach in knots and heart plummeting.

"Han Seol-Hwa," comes Jin-Ha's voice. "Were you trying to fool us all? Bring up nonexistent evidence? Nice team-play, Mafias."

"It's not like that! They knew of it beforehand. We're too late!" you shout back, knowing full well evading this accusation just became that much more difficult.

Jin-Ha is about to open his mouth again to reproach you, but one look from Kyung-Jun shuts him up immediately despite his growing displeasure at the newfound tandem. The latter studies you, gauging. "Are you doing this for yourself or for someone else? This whole thing was only brought up because I cornered Jun-Hee earlier."

"Let's calm down and consider the situation first." Yu-Jun sends you what he thinks is a look of support, but even in his encouragement, you can sense that worry outweighed it.

"Don't think you're off the hook either, girlfriend murderer," Kyung-Jun warns Yu-Jun.

"Did you, or did you not, know that this place would have bird's eye view of everything because you were planning to rid of evidence from the beginning?" Jin-Ha corrals you into another corner and you can sense Kyung-Jun holding himself back from going rouge on him.

Jung-Won is by your side in an instant, hands around your shoulders. "You're even dumber than you look."

"Yah!"

"If that was her intention, why would she willingly bring us all here? Unless you've been lobotomized, in what world would someone expose themselves if they're at fault?"

"Whatever," Kyung-Jun concludes, and you look away, expecting him to vote for you without doubt as his finger taps at his screen with finality. "My intuition has never been wrong."

Before the intercom can even announce his choice, Jin-Ha steps in between him and the door, eyes shifting from you to Kyung-Jun and back, equal parts in disbelief and anger. "Have you gone crazy? What are you doing?!"

Seung-Bin stands stunned, looking between the two.

"Didn't you two say that I had a great hunch a few moments ago and everyone should take note?" Kyung-Jun shoves Jin-Ha aside, the shorter of the two bumping into the wall with a thud before a finger is jabbed into the middle of his chest. "Get to learning, bastard."

"Aish shibal!"Jin-Ha curses after his leader's retreating back as Seung-Bin drags him along, the three exiting ultimately with unanimous votes, choices conformed to Kyung-Jun's.

As Mi-Na and Eun-Chan turn to leave as well, you grab at them in a rush. "I really am a Citizen." At their unconvinced looks, you double down. "I'll prove that I am. Please, at least give me until the end of today."

With their evidently remaining suspicions, Eun-Ha comes to your aid. "I trust her. If there's one person who I'm most certain is a Citizen, it has to be Seol-Hwa." She reaches out her hand and gives yours a light squeeze even as your own shakes against hers.

[ ɢᴏ ᴋʏᴜɴɢ-ᴊᴜɴ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

[ sʜɪɴ sᴇᴜɴɢ-ʙɪɴ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

[ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊɪɴ-ʜᴀ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

"I'll be able to restore a few files if I spend a bit more time familiarizing myself with this interface," Jung-Won declares resolutely and you, once again, feel guilty for harboring doubts against her. "I can at least promise this."

"Yes, guys," Na-Hee adds on. "We can vote before night falls once we've all calmed down and have more sound reasoning."

Da-Bum nods in agreement. "We'll know for sure by then. Let's not jump to a decision."

Eun-Ha nudges Mi-Na and Eun-Chan on either side of her, before turning around to motion at Yeon-Woo with her head. They all relent, albeit reluctantly, and as Eun-Ha follows them out of the room, she turns back to give you a half smile in silent support.

So-Mi merely smirks and leaves with everyone else aside from your immediate group, her steps light, your distress her happiness.

You plop back down on the bench and cover your face with your hands. "This is a disaster."

Hyun-Ho scoots in beside you and pats you on the head comfortingly.

"Don't give up just yet." Dong-Hyun fiddles around with the multiple outdated TV's on the opposite wall. "We won't either."

"Da-Bum," Jung-Won calls. "Did you by chance bring a laptop with you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I need all the help I can get. With your assistance, we should be able to regain lost footage at the earliest an hour before midnight."

"Is that possible? To restore everything?" Da-Bum questions.

"Of course not everything, but if we try our best, clips from the third floor hallway where the incident happened last night is completely doable." Jung-Won is entirely confident as she notifies the group chat while Da-Bum rushes off to get the additional device needed.

Their efforts on behalf of you warm your heart, yet deep down, you can't bring yourself to bask in the momentary peace.

Saving yourself will mean losing Jun-Hee.

The city lights on high above the rooftop cast a backdrop of white behind Jun-Hee, the stark contrast against his black hair like a shining halo.

When he turns to look at you, you can't find it in yourself to hold eye contact, instantly drowning anew in the visions of your nightmare, slipping beneath a blanket of white, the color of surrender.

You wrap your arms around yourself as the frigid night air bites against your skin, and noticing your shivering, Jun-Hee scoots in noticeably closer, pressed against your side in an attempt to offer warmth.

"Is it difficult for you?"

"What is?"

"Giving me your full support, trusting me— believing me without doubt."

Jun-Hee pulls your head onto his shoulder and leans his own against yours. "It's the opposite. You make it easy. I can entrust you with my life."

"Even if all the evidence is evading me?"

"Even then."

Closing your eyes, you let the rise and fall of his shoulder as he breathes calm you. "Why do you trust me so much?"

"I know the kind of person you are, and I know your heart."

"If everyone were to lose their trust in me, as long as you still believe in me, I don't need anything else."

"I'll always be by your side."

"It's weird," you begin. "Not once have I ever thought about my biggest fear, but every night since we have been here, the scent of death keeps lingering, both in my reality and subconscious. I can't rid of it."

"Anyone would say the same."

"Would you?"

"My only fear is that I won't be able to protect you until the end."

You raise your head only to find him already looking at you.

"Is it selfish of me to say that I'm scared? I know the possibility of making it out of here is close to none, but to imagine myself dying, I simply can't." Unabashed, you find yourself crying, tears falling down in twin trails against your cheeks. "I don't want to go like this."

"Who says you have to?" Jun-Hee's right hand cups the side of your face and with his thumb, he brushes away the teardrops cascading down, a mirrored reflection of the morning. "I would never let you die. Until my last breath, I'll make sure you're safe."

"You should always put yourself first, Jun- Hee."

Pulling his hand away from your face, he cradles both of your hands in between his and tightens his own around them.

"Don't you know that I would die for you?"

Shaking your head, you try to get him to rescind his words. "I'm not someone of importance you should sacrifice yourself for."

He smiles lightly. "To me, no one is more important than you—not even my own self."

Your breath catches in your throat and you swallow around the lump forming. "Promise me we'll go home together once this is all over."

Jun-Hee's eyes waver with uncertainty but ultimately nods. "I promise."

"You know it would never be home without you right?"

"Neither without you, Seol-Hwa."

"Then, you can never leave me here alone, if you aren't with me."

"How cute," Jun-Hee suddenly intones and you're taken aback at the fond way he says it. "You think it's possible for me to quit you." He slides off of the bench you two are sitting on, before kneeling down in front of you. From his pockets, he dangles a braided red string between his fingers as he looks up at you, the glimmer of stars reflecting in his eyes. "I wanted to give you this for our friendship anniversary but more than ever, there's no time like the present."

"You've kept this with you the whole time?"

Jun-Hee nods, fiddling with the thin strands to tie around your wrist. "I recently went to Jejudo with my parents and this really kind elderly craftsmen told me these can serve as wish bracelets, granting what the wearer most desires in their hearts." He rotates the woven strings around and you see a small white jade flower charm, its center hollowed-out, dangling from the middle. A snow flower. Your namesake. "The harabeoji said to me, with the brightest smile on his face, that I looked like I had a hidden wish but seemed far too skeptical for his liking. To my surprise, he gifted me with two and told me that sometimes, luck comes only once in a lifetime."

Grinning, he presses the textured string into your outstretched hand and you settle his forearm in your lap, wrapping the bracelet around the opposite wrist you were wearing yours on. His charm is the piece that completes yours, a simple solid sphere—a perfect match.

"I heard that until your wish comes true, the string shouldn't break prematurely, or it will never come to fruition."

"That's what the harabeoji reminded me of too, but I believe ours will be granted." "Do you really think that luck only comes once in a lifetime?"

"I don't know about that, but what I do know is that I must've used all my luck in order to meet someone like you." Jun-Hee runs his thumb over the inside of your wrist where the stone pendant rests against your pulse point, a line leading to your heart. "You're my once in a lifetime person, Seol- Hwa."

A few hours later and your unease has yet to settle, not even at the confirmation text from Jung-Won alerting to her success.

"I think it's safe to say that we'll have the most important of clues as evidence." After a final flurry of movements, Jung-Won stretches her fingers. "There. It's done." She points to the screen and those closest to her promptly swarm the monitor to see. "With the time limit I had, I was only able to bring back the film from yesterday, but that should be more than enough to figure out who entered the room where Yu-Jun and Ji-Soo were."

Before you even have the chance to breathe a sigh of reprieve, smoke starts rising from the console as sparks fly, only briefly at first and then heightening into a full blown flame.

Jun-Hee grabs the nearest fire extinguisher and douses the system unit, but all that remains in the fallout is charred metal. You stare at the black matter, the futility of it ridiculing.

Kyung-Jun touches the box only to recoil at the heat that singes his skin. It's beyond saving and he can only chuckle. "As if murder wasn't enough, you all want to add arson to your list of crimes too? Was this a ploy in hopes that we would all burn down? Is that it?"

"Guys—" Eun-Chan interjects, pointing a shaky finger at the monitor in the corner of the room everyone ignored up until now. "What the hell is that?!" At his question, the screen lights up with colored strips of static that steadies into clear footage, the pool coming into view.

Except, it isn't the only thing visible.

Long dark hair masks the face of an otherworldly figure standing eerily still in the middle of the scene, hands at her sides. For some inexplicable reason, you feel like you've seen her before.

"Seol-Hwa's right..." Na-Hee utters, panic-stricken. "There really is a ghost..."

At that, you suddenly remember the photo you still had in your possession. Drawing it out of your skirt pocket, you briskly extend it toward the group, directing them to focus on one particular individual. "I think... there's something other than us here. She— that apparition—must have something to do with the game."

"Stop with your nonsense," Jin-Ha chastises. "You all must've faked this video to rid of skepticism."

"You idiot," Jung-Won retorts. "Look at the live stamp. It's filming in real time. I know using your brain isn't something you tend to do, but at the very least, tell me your eyes work."

"Whatever this may be," you start, eyeing everyone in succession, "will you just simply go along with it and play the game until we all perish? What if you win? Do you think you can actually make it out of here alive?" Your voice rises, both in exasperation and resentment. "Is it possible for any of us to be the same afterward?" Shaking your head, you fix the rest with a steely glare. "Get a grip! If we find the correlation between every cryptic piece of information, we might finally be able to break free of this illusion."

Without waiting for a response or agreement, you dash off toward the pool, and as you arrive, to your astonishment, the rest ended up following.

Aside from your friend group, Eun-Ha, Na- Hee, and Yu-Jun, the remaining ones do nothing to help. While you search high and low for the right angle the footage could've been captured from—even a glimpse of a hidden camera—the clock ticks by, drawing ever nearer to the hour of death.

"Time's almost up," Kyung-Jun reminds. "Are you all abandoning the poll then?"

"How about we vote in a different way?" Jun-Hee suggests.

So-Mi runs one hand through her hair as she stands akimbo. "I know you mean well, but we don't have enough time to think of another plan. How are we to do it?"

Kyung-Jun casts her aside carelessly and she stumbles, sending him dirty looks from behind his back. "Do you think we're foolish enough to go along with your idea once again? After your last one nearly ended us all? What bullshit are you spewing now?"

"Listen to him first and then decide," Jung-Won reasons, and that settles it for the time being, her intelligence holding weight.

"We have sixteen votes between all of us, and the basis for execution is by the majority. So, why don't we divide the remaining votes equally?"

"Aren't you just trying to save yourself at this point?" Kyung-Jun questions. "You've already received three. Why not take one for the team?"

"I would gladly do it as a last resort."

Jung-Won steps in before pessimism calls for drastic measures. "If I understand this correctly, you want for us to try splitting our choices in order to force a tie?"

"Yes." Jun-Hee's validation draws both curious and concerned murmurs from the group. "If we do so, it will guarantee that all of us will vote without abstaining, and that one person won't be fixed as a target. It'll bypass all the rules we've learned of so far."

"But, who will be one the one to receive the other half of the votes?"

"I will."

"Are you out of your damn mind?!" Kyung-Jun outstretches his hand, almost as if to convince you otherwise, but withdraws when it occurs to him the setting, opting to clench it at his side instead, the vein on his neck visible even under the dim lights.

"Why?" you press. "You all suspected me from the get-go, did you not?" That stuns everyone into silence, unable to refute. "I won't blame anyone. This is my choice."

[ ᴊɪɴ ᴅᴀ-ʙᴜᴍ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ. ]

[ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴏʜ ᴊᴜɴɢ-ᴡᴏɴ. ]

[ ɪᴍ ᴇᴜɴ-ᴄʜᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ɴᴀᴍ ʏᴇᴏɴ-ᴡᴏᴏ. ]

[ ɴᴀᴍ ʏᴇᴏɴ-ᴡᴏᴏ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ɪᴍ ᴇᴜɴ-ᴄʜᴀɴ. ]

[ ᴀʜɴ ɴᴀ-ʜᴇᴇ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ. ]

[ ᴏʜ ᴊᴜɴɢ-ᴡᴏɴ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ. ]

[ ʟᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴏɴ-sᴇᴏ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ. ]

[ ʙᴀᴇᴋ ᴇᴜɴ-ʜᴀ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

[ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

[ ᴋɪᴍ ᴅᴏɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ. ]

[ ᴊᴀɴɢ ʜʏᴜɴ-ʜᴏ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

[ ᴄʜᴀ ʏᴜ-ᴊᴜɴ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ sᴏ-ᴍɪ. ]

[ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ. ]

[ ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴍɪ-ɴᴀ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ sᴏ-ᴍɪ. ]

[ ᴋɪᴍ sᴏ-ᴍɪ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ. ]

[ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ɴᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ. ]

Never has the stretch of sixty seconds felt so long as it did waiting for the follow-up announcement.

But, nothing comes.

Tears of happiness and shrieks of excitement ring through as everyone gathers into group hugs, exclaiming words of congratulations, but soon enough, the first flicker of red lights overhead remind you that it is too good to be true.

It is always too good to be true.

[ ᴀs ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴠᴏᴛᴇs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs. ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ɪғ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇᴅ. ]

Da-Bum's consternation only serves to intensify the collective panic as the lights dim into obscurity. "We can't just all die here!"

The blaring may drown out the screams, but the horrified looks on everyone's faces ceases to fade, guises set deeper by the shadows casted.

Kyung-Jun points a finger at Jun-Hee while taking steps backward, already set to flee. "I knew it! It should have ended with him!"

Eun-Chan's phone nearly drops out of his hold. "Only five of us should vote right? Aside from myself, Yeon-Woo, Mi-Na, and Yu-Jun are also included. Anyone else?"

"Jun-Hee needs to recast his vote too," Da- Bum recalls. "He voted for Jung-Won earlier."

Jun-Hee turns to you, uttering so lowly you can barely tell if he was talking to himself or to you. "That means you already received one less vote..."

“What do we do?!" Mi-Na cries out.

Without hesitation, So-Mi condemns you while looking you dead in the eyes.

"Kim So-Mi!" Jun-Hee shouts angrily, but it's already too late.

She strides toward you and chucks your phone straight into the very bottom of the pool before yanking the school photo out of your hand, your grip having already gone limp long ago.

Tearing it into shreds, she proceeds to fling it upward into the air above, the pieces raining down on you like joss paper they burn for the dead.

"I thought it was odd when she talked about things that didn't exist and dragged us into this mess. It was going to be her anyway. Just do it!"

"This isn't right and you know it!" Jung-Won pushes her away from you, but all you can do is stand stunned, the sirens resounding far too deafeningly in your ears.

"Fuck!" comes Seung-Bin's agitated voice. "Vote for anyone, godammit!"

"All of this happened because of me," Jun-Hee addresses the group. "Choose me... because I'm the Mafia."

Only then do you snap out of your reverie, turning to him with urgency. "What are you doing? Why are you saying something that isn't true!"

He slights you and barrels on, eyes lifeless and fixated aimlessly. Consequent words that fall from his lips are too toneless, too flat, and too run-of-the-mill, for it to be an admission—all it is is a rehearsed cover up act. "I tricked you into giving up your phones so that it would be impossible to win. Any footage left remaining, I also deleted. If we had the time, I could go on and on about the truths I have hidden and the lies I have told. All I wanted was to survive, but killing people to do so...I cant bear it anymore."

"So he confesses in the end." Kyung-Jun scoffs. "It seems I'm right again."

Disregarding your surroundings, you move toward Jun-Hee and clutch at his hand, the warmth from earlier on the rooftop having dissipated. "I can't let you do this!" you sob out, choking over your words before they can even form. "If you're doing this to protect me, then break the promise you made to yourself. Break it over and over again. I'd trade it all, including myself, to keep you, please..."

It finally dawns on you that in exchange for not smashing the promise into a thousand pieces, your heart is the one that's shattered into a million pieces.

Jun-Hee at long last slides his eyes over to yours, and through your haze of tears, you can see him holding his own back from falling.

You hide your hurt, your disappointment, and your heartbreak, and he pretends he doesn't notice.

His eyes trail over every feature of your face, etching it into memory, and you feel your heart strings snap one by one as he looks at you like it's the last time he ever will.

"You promised! That you would be here for as long as I need you. I still need you, Jun-Hee..."

[ ᴄʜᴏɪ ᴍɪ-ɴᴀ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

[ ɪᴍ ᴇᴜɴ-ᴄʜᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

Pounding footsteps grow fainter and fainter as the others run to safety, leaving everything else behind thoughtlessly.

[ ɴᴀᴍ ʏᴇᴏɴ-ᴡᴏᴏ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

[ ᴄʜᴀ ʏᴜ-ᴊᴜɴ ʜᴀs ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ. ]

[ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴠᴏᴛᴇs ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ, ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴜɴ-ʜᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇᴅ. ]

Against the growing distance, you hold on until you can't anymore, until Jun-Hee's fingertips are no longer with reach, slipping away from you.

As you get pulled farther and farther away, the jade stone charm dangles in your peripheral vision and you make a wish.

One last chance at a saving grace.

Please, always come back to me.

When your tears distort the image of Jun-Hee in front of you, all you can feel is the bracelet still wound around your wrist, colored like the red string of fate, tethering you to him.

You cling to the string that feels like it's unwinding, holding on to the millions of fraying threads stretched between you two, keeping it from severing.

Gradually, he wanes from view and all that's left is a carmine inferno in your vision.

Perhaps that harabeoji was right after all.

Luck does only come once in a lifetime.

And that, is the greatest misfortune of all.

𝟬𝟲 : 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 | 𝟬𝟴 : 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘, 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘, 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗’𝗩𝗘

© 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

[bimb0fy]

requests for any squid game characters are open!!

[miikio-o]

Guys I wanna write something but I dunno whooo :(

gimme ideas (｀_´)ゞ

[quokkareactions]

On Friday I had the chance to see the A.C.E concert in Budapest. It was the most amazing experience ever and it gave me inspiration. I usually don't write for them, but Jun talked about having a stroll on the riverbank and I just had to write a little snippet about it. I hope you'll like it. 💜

You and Jun walked slowly along the banks of the Danube, hand in hand, the fading light casting shades of pink and amber across the river. You paused now and then to take in the view, the glow of Budapest's Grant Parliament building mirrored on the water's surface. The hum of the city was softened by the gentle sounds of the river, carrying with it a sense of timelessness.

As the two of you reached the Chain Bridge, you tightened your grip on his arm, and watched as the lights flickered on, illuminating the city in warm tones. A violinist nearby played a soft melody, and for a moment you stood still, letting the music wrap around you.

He brushed a stray hair from your face, and you looked up, meeting his gaze. You shared a smile, unspoken but filled with understanding. In that moment, with the city's pulse all around them, you felt calmness washing over you. It was as if time had stopped for a few seconds, letting you enjoy the moment full of pure love, in that beautiful scenery.

[hyunsuloves]

super shy.

synopsis … squid game women with a timid s/o ꨄ︎.

pairings … se-mi, sae-byeok, no-eul, jun-hee, ji-yeong, hyun-ju x fem!reader (separately)

warnings … fem reader, non game au, and a few are maybe ooc?

lovely notes … two posts in two days, we rejoice again!

꩜ [ 855 words ]

se-mi / player 380 is the polar opposite of you. while you’re timid, she’s a very assertive woman who isn’t apprehensive about expressing herself.

if needed, she’d speak up or defend you from someone without a second thought. she often finds herself doing simple things like ordering your food for you or speaking for you in awkward social settings.

she finds your timidness cute at times, like when you shy away from her compliments.

“hey, you look pretty with your hair down.” “oh, thank you se-mi. it looks, like, average.” “be honest, you look stunning with it down. you should wear it like that more, pretty.”

the way she was able to fluster you every time will never get old to her. she loved to say flirty things for the hell of it, and to of course catch you off guard.

she has a habit of including you in whatever conversation she’s having, whether she realizes she’s doing it or not. it’s more of a subconscious doing of hers. though, she knows when and when to not drag you into discussions of hers.

she hates to see someone targeting you, especially if they know your shy personality. she steps in without a second thought to handle the situation for you.

sae-byeok / player 067 is alike to you in many ways. she never makes an effort to put herself out there unless completely necessary.

in social situations, she doesn’t mind stepping in and doing most of the communication for you.

she’s the first to defend you if someone tests you, because how dare someone come to you when they’re aware of your timidness? especially in her presence?

“hey, i got you. lemme know if they say something to you again.” “it’s fine. i can handle my own, sae-byeok.” “mhm. you better tell me.”

she coaxes you to keep to yourself rather than speak out. weirdly enough, she likes being the only person you trust enough to be vocal around. she likes the dependency.

no-eul / guard 011 doesn’t exactly lack courage or confidence, she just isn’t an outspoken woman. she keeps to herself most of the time, similar to you.

similar to se-mi, she likes to fluster you at every waking moment. she enjoys seeing the bashful look on your face whenever she constantly compliments you.

while she encourages you to speak up for yourself more often than not, she doesn’t mind stepping in for you.

“hey, defend yourself next time.” “i was planning to. you just.. beat me to it.” “whatever you say.”

she knows how you struggle to express yourself, but she teases you nonetheless. it’s all in good faith, though. she knows when you’ve reached your limits.

jun-hee / player 222 is similar to you in numerous ways. while she isn’t exactly timid, she doesn’t find herself speaking out in a lot of situations.

if it comes down to it, she’ll speak for you without a doubt. but if she knows you can handle your own, she’d leave you to it.

she frequently teases you for how bashful you are, as if she isn’t so similar to you.

“you’re so shy, so quiet.” “jun-hee, please shut up.” “oh, so she does speak?”

the two of you can often sit in silence for hours on end, basking in the presence of one another. you don’t speak many words because the solace between you two is more than enough.

she’s the perfect person to be around if you find serenity in quiet rather than deafening settings.

ji-yeong / player 240 is a bright difference from you. she’s very bubbly, outspoken, and animated.

you two look like an unlikely couple, like opposites that people wouldn’t expect to be together. but ji-yeong is adamant about the idea that opposites attract.

if needed, she can always speak up for you. as odd as it sounds, she enjoys speaking up for you when you’re in a non-verbal state.

“hey, want me to speak for you?” “ji-yeong, as much as i love you, i need to speak up for myself.” “okay.. but please take me up on my offer in the future.”

she feels a sort of protectiveness around you. given you’re her partner, but especially with your shy nature. it’s like a need to shield you from anything and anyone.

hyun-ju / player 120 is quite the contrast, as she was never really nervous or bashful. she asserts herself in most circumstances, unlike yourself.

she stands up for you without hesitation, mainly because she knows firsthand what it’s like to be belittled by others.

she’s been in so many situations in which others have degraded her so she knows how to deal with it easily.

“come to me if they say something else to you, yeah?” “of course. thank you so much, hyun-ju. i don’t know what i’d do without you.” “don’t mention it.”

even though it’s hard to believe, you’re able to fluster her rather than the other way around. any lovey-dovey thing you say has her gone.

she enjoys sitting in silence with you, just like jun-hee. comfortable tranquility with someone she cherishes cannot be beaten.

[creamecafe]

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[pukah]

top junhee (non preg au) with bottom fem reader links please 🫵🏻

( ofcc ml ♡ idk if i can do top jun-hee but i’ll try my best.)

kim jun-hee nsfw twitter links

— pretty pink pussy

— fingering her needy princess

— strap-on

— couch sex

— “stay still..”

— riding her face

— eating you out

— eating you out #2

— strap riding

— another strap-on one because why not

— riding you

— sharing her toy with you

— trailing her love all over your body..

— slow kisses

— scissoring

[diaryofawhoretbh]

Hi could u do thanos x preg reader playing the games basically just like 222 n 333 so hear me out.. imagine we befriend 222 :3 n were basically talking ab our pregnancies (however u write it help) and ab baby stuff then topic of baby daddies comes around and 222 mentions that her baby daddy is here n we r like no way ours is too and we decide to meet near bunks w our baby daddies n when thanos n 333 see each other they r like no way and 222 and we have to hold them back from fighting. So we and 222 force them to get along bc 222 and we are close so why shouldnt they be too

love this request so much!!! i hope i did your idea justice 🫡🫡 i tried to write this quickly. pls let me know if this isn't what you wanted.thank you for requesting, enjoyyy!!

NOT proof-read, sorry!!!!

fine line | thanos (choi su-bong)

the barracks were quiet, save for the soft murmur of other players trying to get some rest. you sat on your bunk, legs stretched out in front of you, feeling the familiar weight of your belly.

jun-hee, player 222, sat next to you, her hand resting on her own swollen stomach. it felt strange, being surrounded by danger and fear, yet finding a kind of peace in talking about the one thing that kept you both going: the babies.

“i can’t believe we’re both pregnant in here,” jun-hee said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “i always thought the world would be different by now, but… i guess this is just how life works out, huh?”

you smiled, nodding. “yeah. it’s crazy. but honestly, it’s kinda the only reason i’m still here. these little ones, they’re everything.”

junhee rubbed her belly gently, a soft smile on her lips. “same here. i didn’t expect this kind of life, but it’s like… being a mom now, it’s like i have something bigger to fight for.”

you let out a soft laugh. “i get you. even in a place like this, we’ve still got our kids to think about.”

jun-hee looked over at you, suddenly more playful. “speaking of kids, i’ve got to tell you something. my baby daddy is here too.”

you raised an eyebrow. “wait, really? no way. who?”

junhee’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous grin. “player 333. you know him as myung-gi.”

you blinked, then let out a low whistle. “myung-gi? as in that coinmg guy?”

jun-hee nodded, not even a little ashamed. “yep. crazy, right?”

you let out a laugh, a bit of disbelief in your voice. “wow, that’s... that’s wild.” you leaned back, looking at her with a grin. “your baby daddy is the reason me and my baby daddy are in debt."

junhee’s eyes widened slightly. “i apologise on his behalf... but wait, is your baby daddy here too? no way.”

you nodded, your grin growing bigger. “yep. he is. and… trust me, it’s not who you’d expect.”

jun-hee tilted her head, curious. “who is it, then?”

you leaned in a little, lowering your voice as though sharing a secret. “it’s su-bong...ah sorry thanos.”

jun-hee’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “what? no way. you’re telling me that your baby daddy is thanos?”

you shrugged nonchalantly. “yeah, believe it or not. crazy, huh?”

jun-hee shook her head, unable to suppress a laugh. “this is... way too much. okay, okay, we need to meet by the bunks. i want to see this. you and me, we’ll introduce them to each other.”

you raised an eyebrow, feeling a little hesitant. “you think that’s a good idea? i mean, myung-gi and su-bong don’t exactly… get along.”

jun-hee smirked. “it’s gonna be fine. trust me. they’re both here for the same reason now. i’m sure they can at least pretend to get along. for the sake of us, and our babies.”

you were still nervous, but the excitement was enough to push you forward. “okay, fine. let’s do it.”

the two of you carefully stood up, waddling over toward the area where the men were usually hanging out. you spotted su-bong in the corner, his large frame looming over the other players, while myung-gi was off to the side, doing his own thing.

as you and jun-hee dragged each man to the agreed meeting spot, both men’s eyes immediately flicked toward you. there was a sharp tension in the air as they both realized who the other was. myung-gi’s brow furrowed, and su-bong’s fists clenched at his sides.

jun-hee crossed her arms, giving you a look. “this is gonna be fun.”

you took a deep breath. “fun? more like intense.”

before you could do anything, both men started toward each other, their bodies tense and ready for a fight. su-bong’s deep voice was the first to break the silence.

“you,” he muttered, eyes narrowed. “what are you doing here?”

myung-gi sneered, taking a step closer. “don’t act like you’re in charge here. you think you can just walk around like you own the place?”

jun-hee quickly stepped in between them, arms raised. “hey! no fighting. not now, not here. we’re pregnant, okay? we’re trying to make it out of here alive, and you two are gonna work it out.”

you added, stepping up beside her. “yeah. no more fighting. our kids need us to be smart. we’re in this together.”

the two men stared at each other for a long moment, tension thick in the air. but as the seconds ticked by, something in their eyes softened—just slightly.

jun-hee, ever the mediator, was the first to break the silence. “come on, guys. we’re both in this for the same reason. for our kids. so, no more petty grudges. can you just... act like adults for once?”

you nodded, giving them a pointed look. “we have to work together. for them. our little ones deserve a chance.”

su-bong let out a frustrated sigh but nodded slowly, his fists unclenching. “fine. for the babies.”

myung-gi gave him a long, hard look before exhaling sharply. “yeah, fine. but don’t think this means we’re friends.”

jun-hee raised an eyebrow, her voice light. “we’re not asking for that. just... can we at least get through this without tearing each other apart?”

the two men exchanged a last heated glance before reluctantly stepping back. you and jun-hee gave each other a silent nod of approval.

“alright,” jun-hee said, her tone softening. “that’s a start. we can make this work.”

you smiled, feeling a little lighter now that the tension had eased, even if just for a moment. the road ahead was still long, but maybe, just maybe, with a little teamwork, you could all make it out of here—alive and with your babies.

[just1cefor4ll]

—squid game characters w/ a s/o who got SA’d

Characters: Hwang Jun-ho, Hwang In-ho, Kang Dae-ho, Kim Jun-hee, Choi Su-bong/Thanos, Cho Sang-woo

warning: mentions of SA, not proof read, could be inaccurate/OOC

A/N. I’m sorry to whoever had to endure this and i sincerely hope you’re all doing well out there 🤍

—Hwang Jun-ho

notices almost immediately—you’re quieter, jumpier, and flinch when touched

doesn’t push you to talk but makes sure you know he’s there

if you let him, he sits next to you in silence, just to remind you you’re not alone

the first time you recoil from his touch, his heart sinks, but he doesn’t take it personally

becomes extra patient, only touching you when you initiate

if you open up, he listens without interrupting, his jaw clenched in anger—not at you, but at whoever did this

starts walking you home, checking in constantly, making sure you’re never alone in unsafe places

encourages therapy but doesn’t force it, instead leading by example by opening up about his own struggles

quietly puts protective measures in place—changes his routine to match yours, subtly watches out for you in public

no matter how long it takes, he’s staying

—Hwang In-ho

he’s not one to ask, but he knows. your avoidance, the way you tense up—he doesn’t need to hear it to understand

doesn’t touch you unless you make the first move, but his presence alone is grounding

you don’t notice, but he starts keeping track of where you go, making sure you’re never unsafe

if you tell him what happened, he listens without a word. when you’re done, he just says, “I see.”

but after that? he’s handling it—whether you know it or not

if you don’t want therapy, fine— but he’s making sure you eat, sleep, and don’t shut yourself away

keeps himself calm, but the second he’s alone, he grips the nearest object tight until his knuckles turn white

the man who did this to you? he’s already found out who they are

won’t let you see his anger—he’s here to make you feel safe, not scare you further

but he will make sure it never happens again

—Choi Su-bong

you stop laughing at his dumb jokes. that’s how he knows something’s seriously wrong

the first time you flinch away from his touch, he goes quiet— that’s how shaken he is

doesn’t know how to talk about this kind of thing, so he just sticks by your side

constantly checking on you—“You good?” “Need anything?” “You eat yet?”

his anger is dangerous—but not toward you. he has to physically stop himself from breaking something

if you do tell him, he listens for once, no jokes, no interruptions—just pure focus on you

after that? He’s never letting you go anywhere alone again. not happening

tries to make you feel normal again—not by ignoring it, but by treating you with the same love as before, just more careful

if touch is too much, he backs off instantly. but if you ever reach for him, even just a sleeve tug? he melts

mo matter how long it takes, he’s there—loud when you need a distraction, quiet when you need peace

—Kang Dae-ho

notices immediately—you’re not as talkative, your shoulders stay tense, and you flinch at the smallest touch

doesn’t say anything at first, just makes sure you know he’s there

the first time you push his hand away, his chest aches, but he doesn’t take it personall

moves slower around you, gives you space, but never makes you feel alone

when you finally tell him, his whole body stiffens—he takes a deep breath before responding

“You’re safe now. I promise.” and he means it

suggests therapy but doesn’t push—he just reminds you that healing isn’t something you have to do alone

the kind of guy who would just sit with you, letting you exist without expectations

buys you a weighted blanket, calming teas, and a self-defense keychain or something like that because he needs to do something to help

won’t let you shut yourself away from the world, but he’ll never force you into anything before you’re ready

—Kim Jun-hee

she doesn’t need to ask, she already knows.

she’s seen this happen before—to friends, to women who suddenly stop smiling the way they used to

the way you shrink away from touch, the way your voice gets softer, the way your eyes dart away—it tells her everything

she doesn’t push you to talk. instead, she adapts. Stops touching you unless you initiate. makes sure you feel safe without making a big deal of it.

when you’re ready to tell her, she just listens. tears well up in her eyes while you’re talking about it but she doesn’t let then slip— because this is about you, not her

but later, when she’s alone? she clenches her fists so hard her nails dig into her palm

starts subtly adding small comforts into your life—extra blankets, soft lights, grounding activities

reminds you every day that this wasn’t your fault. That you are still you

would 100% walk you home, make sure you’re safe, and never let you feel alone in this

she will never let anyone make you feel powerless again

—Cho Sang-woo

at first, he doesn’t catch on. he’s busy, stressed, always thinking a hundred steps ahead. but after a few days, he realizes—something’s off

you don’t meet his eyes as much. you hesitate before speaking. you flinch when he reaches for you, and that’s when it clicks

he doesn’t ask right away. he just watches, no ticing every little thing. the way you shrink into yourself, the way you stop laughing as much. it eats at him

when you finally tell him, he goes completely still. no outburst, no immediate reaction—just clenched fists and a tight jaw as he processes

he hates feeling helpless. hates that this happened to you and he couldn’t stop it. but he won’t let his emotions get in the way. you come first

starts making little adjustments without drawing attention to them. making sure you always feel safe, never pushing but always there

doesn’t touch you unless you initiate it. but the first time you lean into him, even just a little, his heart aches in a way he can’t explain

he’s not the best with words, but he’s steady. reliable. you don’t have to question if he’s staying

he’s proud of every little achievement you make and silently celebrates them, giving you the love and support you deserve