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prncssguya · 26 days ago

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on hwang in-ho/front man, seong gi-hun and their dynamic.

first, idk why people are getting so upset at other people calling gi-hun dumb, we were told that in the first season. lol being bright is not his strongest trait but he has a good heart and we love that about him. however, he is still an idealistic gullible idiot with a gambling problem. except this time his gambling addiction is backed by a sense of justice and righteousness and he no longer gambles with money, he’s gambling with people’s lives. front man asked a good question at the end of the season, “did you have fun playing the hero?” can we even call gi-hun the hero of the story anymore? he gambled with people’s lives and front man showed him the consequences of his moral heroics.

front man only agreed to help gi-hun with his revolution when he mentioned about "small sacrifices for the greater good". i think he reveled in the fact that the “good guy” was willing to allow a few innocent people to die for the greater good to stop the games, which is exactly what the entire VIP theory is to rid the world of 'trash' to improve the world. notice how gi-hun's moral code and belief also changed, from being "nobody should die" into "yeah small sacrifice is okay as long it's for the greater good" at this point, he just proved that front man's belief is actually valid. AND he gets more of his own people killed in the pointless battle with the soldiers that they had no chance of winning. now he gets to feel responsible for all those deaths and the death of his friend and for whatever additional torture they cook up in the next games (as punishment for the escape attempt).

now on hwang in-ho, i believe he was once a good man and the story he told gi-hun was the truth. but in the end he lost a kidney, lost a wife, a baby, lost his money, got fucked over by the wrong people and got into serious debt and had to play this game to help his wife and probably it was too late to save her. he might have played the games like gi-hun but saw how ruthless and greedy people are and resolved that they don't deserve help

i don’t think in-ho wants/will kill gi-hun, but he wants him to understand things from his perspective and show him that his compassion for the people in the games is foolish. you can tell the frontmen (the old man and in-ho) are extremely fond of gi hun. not only did he protect their original front man when nobody else did, he then won the games and thus their respect as he is now as rich as them. he's no longer "trash", he’s an elite like them. i think they both actually kept tabs on him after he won (i wonder if they do that for all winners? inserting them with gps chips?) because they knew he had not used his reward money and in-ho wanted gi-hun to get on the plane and be happy with his daughter

there’s one interesting aspect of the games that makes front man such a complex character. the fact that they’re operating a organ transplant trafficking network. in a way, he’s creating some good to come from a really fucked up situation. but is it really for the good of others who desperately need it, people like his wife, like his brother? or is it just a money making scheme?

either way, i don’t think there is going to be a redemption arc for in-ho, he’s too far gone. we may get to see more of his human side if he manages to see jun-ho again. the only time we’ve seen genuine emotions from him was when he shot his brother like he seemed distraught

the real cliffhanger for me, is will gi-hun stay true to his belief that people can be good, or will he be forever changed into a villain and become the next front man…? after the events of this season i don’t see how his will doesn’t shatter. he’s witnessed how humanity consistently chose money over survival, he’s lost two close friends, his mother, abandoned his daughter. he has gained nothing from wanting to stop the games and this clearly feels like an origin story for the next front man. it’s clear the front man has won this round and i think squid game will either die with 001 or continue with gi-hun as game master

another thing i find funny that i don’t see many mention is how gi-hun is like the luckiest guy in the fucking world. but i don’t think him being alive this long is plot armor, it makes sense. the games exist for the entertainment of rich sadists who have so much money they don't know what to do with it (remember what old 001 said in s1 about life being no fun for both people with no money and people with too much money). and i’d imagine killing hundreds of poor debt-ridden fools year after year gets boring. especially when said fools are desperate enough to gamble with their lives because they think they can beat the system by playing better than everyone else and surviving and getting the money.

gihun is different because he got the money, got out, and still came back. not because he's unfeeling or because he wants more money, but because he's still convinced he can beat the system.

if you're a rich bored gazillionaire, would you rather watch some randos die or would you rather watch this exceptional idiot fail again and again until he learns that his ideals are meaningless and people are inherently greedy and equality is a myth and people at the bottom of the barrel don't get to question the system?

if you're an asshole gazillionaire, you don't want someone to challenge you and just get away with it. you want to hand them 45.6 billion won and make them go away quietly, traumatized, after breaking them psychologically by making them do horrible things until they understand they're just powerless "horses". if they insist on challenging you and your system and your beliefs (money = boundless power), you teach them a lesson and show them their place in the most manipulative and cruel way possible. if gihun dies right away, that's boring. so he can't die, he needs to suffer. he needs to concede defeat.

also, i find it funny how people are comparing hwang inho and gihun dynamic to hannibal and will graham. makes sense, their whole cat and mouse game, front man hiding his true nature from gi-hun the same way hannibal does, trying to corrupt the righteous protagonist, sowing chaos, testing him and observing his behavior like a lab rat, the crazy tension and staring contests, the gaslighting and manipulation. and with the fact that they think lee byung-hun looks like mads mikkelsen. i never put the two of them together but now i can’t unsee it lol

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elryuse · 7 days ago

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Aespa that turns yandere for their younger male member?

No Escape

Yandere Aespa X Male Reader

You had always dreamed of being part of a K-pop group, but you never imagined that you would be the first male member of Aespa. The girls were a force to be reckoned with, each possessing their own unique charm and talent. However, when the news broke that a male member would be joining, the initial reaction from the girls was less than welcoming.

“Why do we need a guy?” Winter had said, crossing her arms with a frown. “It’s not like we need a prince charming.”

“Yeah, it’s just going to complicate things,” Giselle added, rolling her eyes.

Only Ningning seemed to have a different perspective. She approached you with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with kindness. “Don’t worry! I think it’s cool that you’re here. We can be friends!”

Despite her efforts, the other members kept their distance, treating you like an outsider. You felt like a ghost in a vibrant world, watching the girls bond and laugh while you stood on the sidelines.

As the days turned into weeks, you found solace in Ningning’s company. She was the only one who made an effort to include you, inviting you to join her for meals and practice sessions. Her laughter was infectious, and slowly, you began to feel like you belonged, even if it was just the two of you.

“Do you think the others will ever warm up to me?” you asked one day, as you both shared a bowl of ramen.

Ningning shrugged, her expression thoughtful. “They just need time. They’ll see how great you are!”

You smiled, grateful for her unwavering support. But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling of isolation. The other girls were still wary of you, and their coldness stung.

Everything changed one fateful day. A routine schedule turned into chaos when Karina, the leader of Aespa, was involved in a devastating accident. The news hit you like a ton of bricks. You rushed to the hospital, your heart racing with fear.

When you arrived, the atmosphere was tense. The other members were gathered in the waiting room, their faces pale and drawn. You approached them, your voice trembling. “How is she?”

“Not good,” Winter replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “She needs a blood and kidney transplant, and they’re struggling to find a match.”

Your heart sank. You had never been particularly close to Karina, but the thought of losing her was unbearable.

As the hours dragged on, the doctors finally approached the group. “We’ve found a potential match,” one of them said, looking directly at you. “It’s you.”

You felt the weight of their gazes on you, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “Me? But… Karina doesn’t even like me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” the doctor insisted. “If you don’t do this, she could die.”

The thought of letting someone die, especially someone so talented and beloved, was unbearable. You took a deep breath, your heart racing. “I’ll do it.”

The operation was a blur of lights and sounds. You remember being wheeled into the operating room, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling your nostrils. As the anesthesia took effect, your last thought was of Karina. You hoped she would pull through.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the dull ache in your side. You reached for it, only to find a bandage covering the area where your kidney had once been. Panic surged through you, but then you remembered why you had done it.

Days passed, and you slowly recovered. You were surprised to find that Karina had survived the operation. When you finally saw her, she looked fragile but alive. Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, you felt a flicker of something—gratitude, perhaps.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “You saved my life.”

From that day on, everything changed. Karina, who had once been distant, began to seek you out. She would ask if you had eaten, insist on accompanying you to the cafeteria, and even beg you to join her for shopping trips.

“Come on! You need to get out more,” she would say, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

As the weeks went by, the other members began to follow suit. Winter would check in on you constantly, making sure you were resting and not overworking yourself. Giselle would bring you snacks, insisting that you needed to eat more.

Ningning, who had once been your only ally, now found herself in a whirlwind of emotions as she watched the other girls become increasingly protective of you. It was as if a switch had flipped, and the dynamic within Aespa had shifted dramatically.

“Are you okay with all of this?” Ningning asked one day, concern etched on her face as you sat in the practice room, surrounded by the other members who were fussing over you.

You chuckled lightly, trying to mask the unease that had settled in your stomach. “I mean, it’s nice to be cared for, but it feels a bit… overwhelming.”

Ningning nodded, her brow furrowing. “I get it. They’re just worried about you, especially after everything that happened with Karina. But I hope they don’t forget about our friendship.”

As time went on, the girls’ protectiveness morphed into something more intense. Karina, in particular, seemed to take it upon herself to ensure you were never alone. She would often show up unannounced, dragging you along to her favorite cafes or insisting on watching movies together.

“Why don’t you just move in with me?” she suggested one evening, her tone light but her eyes serious. “It would be easier for me to take care of you.”

You blinked, taken aback by the suggestion. “Karina, that’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“Not at all!” she insisted, her smile unwavering. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. You mean a lot to me now.”

The other members echoed her sentiments, each one vying for your attention in their own way. Winter would text you constantly, asking about your day, while Giselle would leave little notes in your locker, reminding you to take breaks.

It wasn’t long before you began to notice the subtle changes in their behavior. The way they looked at you, the way they spoke—it was as if they were all vying for your affection, and it made you uneasy.

One night, as you sat in the living room with the girls, you overheard a conversation that sent chills down your spine.

“I can’t believe he chose to save Karina,” Winter said, her voice low. “What if he starts to like her more than us?”

Giselle scoffed. “He wouldn’t dare. We’ve all done so much for him. He belongs to us now.”

You felt a knot form in your stomach as you processed their words. They were becoming possessive, and the realization hit you like a freight train.

Unable to shake the feeling of dread, you decided to confront Karina about it. You found her in the practice room, stretching after a long rehearsal.

“Karina, can we talk?” you asked, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

“Of course! What’s on your mind?” she replied, her eyes bright with curiosity.

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “I’ve noticed that things have changed since the operation. The girls… they seem really protective of me, and it’s starting to feel a bit suffocating.”

Karina’s expression shifted, a flicker of something dark crossing her features. “They just care about you. You’re important to us now.”

“I get that, but it feels like it’s more than just care. It’s like they’re trying to control me,” you admitted, your heart racing.

She stepped closer, her gaze intense. “You don’t understand. We’ve all been through so much, and you’re the reason I’m still here. We can’t lose you again.”

As the days turned into weeks, the atmosphere within the group grew increasingly tense. You felt trapped, caught between the affection of the girls and the suffocating weight of their obsession.

One evening, you decided to take a walk to clear your head. As you strolled through the quiet streets, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and you quickened your pace.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned to see Winter and Giselle approaching, their expressions unreadable.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Winter asked, her tone sharp.

“I just needed some air,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Giselle stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. “You shouldn’t be out alone. It’s dangerous.”

You felt a surge of frustration. “I can take care of myself!”

“Not when it comes to us,” Winter said, her voice low and dangerous. “You belong with us, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

The tension reached a breaking point when you returned to the dorm that night. The girls were gathered in the living room, their expressions a mix of concern and something darker. You could feel the weight of their gazes as you entered, and it made your skin crawl.

“Where were you?” Karina asked, her voice laced with an edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I just went for a walk,” you replied, trying to sound casual. “I needed some time to think.”

“Think about what?” Ningning pressed, her eyes wide with worry. “You can talk to us about anything!”

You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. “I just… I feel overwhelmed. I appreciate everything you all have done for me, but I need some space.”

The room fell silent, and you could feel the tension thickening in the air. Karina’s expression hardened, and you could see the flicker of anger in her eyes. “You don’t understand, do you? We’re doing this because we care about you. You’re ours now.”

“Yours?” you echoed, incredulous. “I’m not a possession!”

Winter stepped forward, her voice low and dangerous. “You need to remember who saved you, who gave you a second chance. We’re the reason you’re here, and we won’t let you go.”

You felt a surge of panic as you realized the depth of their obsession. “This isn’t healthy! You can’t just control me like this!”

Giselle’s expression shifted, her smile fading. “We’re not trying to control you. We’re trying to protect you. You don’t know what’s out there.”

“Protect me from what?” you demanded, your heart racing. “From living my life?”

Karina stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “From losing you again. We can’t go through that pain. Not again.”

The confrontation left you shaken, and you spent the night tossing and turning, unable to shake the feeling of dread that had settled in your chest. The next day, you decided to confront the girls again, hoping to clear the air.

“Can we talk?” you asked, gathering your courage as you found them in the practice room.

They looked up, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. “What’s wrong?” Ningning asked, her voice soft.

“I need to set some boundaries,” you said, your voice steady. “I appreciate your care, but I can’t live like this. I need to be able to make my own choices.”

Karina’s expression darkened, and you could see the tension in her shoulders. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for. We’ve been through so much together. You’re part of our family now.”

“Family shouldn’t feel like a prison,” you replied, your heart racing. “I need to be able to breathe, to have my own life outside of this group.”

Winter crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “You think you can just walk away from us? After everything we’ve done for you?”

“I’m not walking away! I just want some space!” you shouted, frustration boiling over.

Giselle stepped forward, her voice low and dangerous. “You need to understand that we won’t let you go. Not now, not ever.”

The atmosphere in the dorm shifted after that confrontation. The girls became even more protective, their obsession intensifying. You felt like a prisoner in your own life, unable to escape the suffocating attention.

One night, as you tried to sneak out for a breath of fresh air, you were met with a wall of resistance. Karina stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her expression fierce.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded.

“I just need some air,” you replied, your voice strained.

“You can’t go out alone. It’s not safe,” she insisted, stepping closer.

“Karina, I’m not a child! I can take care of myself!” you shouted, frustration boiling over.

Her eyes narrowed, and you could see the flicker of something dangerous in her gaze. “You don’t get to make that choice. Not anymore.”

The tension reached a breaking point when you discovered that the girls had been monitoring your every move. You found your phone filled with messages from them, asking where you were and who you were with. It felt like a violation of your privacy, and it sent you into a rage.

“Why are you doing this?” you shouted, confronting them in the living room. “I can’t even have a moment to myself without you all breathing down my neck!”

Ningning looked hurt, her eyes wide. “We’re just worried about you! We care about you!”

“Caring doesn’t mean controlling!” you yelled, your heart racing. “I can’t live like this!”

Karina stepped forward, her expression fierce. “You need to understand that we’re doing this for your own good. You’re part of us now, and we won’t let anyone take you away.”

“Take me away?” you echoed, incredulous. “I’m not going anywhere! I just want to live my life without feeling like I’m being watched every second!”

The room fell silent, the tension palpable. You could see the hurt in their eyes, but it was overshadowed by something darker—an intensity that made your skin crawl.

Days turned into weeks, and the situation only escalated. The girls’ protectiveness morphed into something more sinister. You felt trapped, suffocated by their obsession. You decided it was time to take a stand.

“Listen, I can’t do this anymore,” you said one evening, gathering your courage as you faced them. “I need to set some boundaries. I can’t live like this.”

Karina’s expression hardened, and you could see the flicker of anger in her eyes. “You think you can just walk away from us? After everything we’ve been through?”

“I’m not walking away! I just need some space!” you shouted, frustration boiling over.

Winter stepped forward, her voice low and dangerous. “You need to understand that we won’t let you go. Not now, not ever.”