#park haesoo fluff

[forchosangwoo]

a lot of people ask women the infamous question: man or bear? now as a representative of the female community i pick man. HEAR ME OUT. you see there is a chance that the man is actually park haesoo aka player 218 cho sangwoo from squid game AND berlin from korean money heist joint economic area. it’s like what a 1 in 8 billion chance its him I WOULD TAKE THAT CHANCE. cause the bear has a 100% chance to kill me and skin me alive but park haesoo would NOT do that to me. when park haesoo sees me after picking the man he’d be like “wow miyoung you’re so cool i love you”. AND THEN we’d get married and runaway together and live happily ever after. in conclusion picking the man is better because i love park haesoo hahahahhah 🥰🥰🥰

[dilfismz]

could you write abt cho sangwoo? anything's alright rlly if its for my fine shyt 🙏

The Reunion

Pairing: Cho Sangwoo X reader

Summary: Sangwoo returns home after him and Gi-hun agreed to end the games. The first person he runs to is his girlfriend.

He’d been gone for days with no trace left behind…no letter, no text, no warning. Every single day was a cycle of waking up, searching for Sangwoo, and then attempting to sleep. However, one evening, just as you were sinking into that familiar pit of worry, you heard a knock on the door.

At first, you froze. Your mind was racing, thinking it was just another trick your desperate hope played on you. But then it came again, a soft, almost hesitant knock.

You didn’t think. You just rushed to the door, your breath caught in your throat as you swung it open.

And there he was. Cho Sangwoo.

Your heart stopped. He looked different — disheveled, his clothes torn and stained, his hair messy, but he was alive. And the moment your eyes met, you saw it — relief, exhaustion, fear, but most of all, a wild, uncontained joy. It was in the way his shoulders dropped as if he had been holding himself together just to make it to you. His eyes widened, a flash of something so raw that it made your chest tighten.

Before you could say anything, he took a step forward and pulled you into his arms, holding you so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe. His hands were shaking, his grip so desperate it almost hurt. He buried his face in your hair, taking in the scent of you like a man starved.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered, his voice cracking, as though saying the words was a relief in itself. He was trembling, his body rigid with the intensity of the moment. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing you again.”

You couldn’t say anything at first. Your own breath was shaky as you held him just as tightly, your hands gripping his shirt like you were afraid he might slip away. His heartbeat was thundering in your ear, each thud a reminder that he was here, that he had made it.

“Sangwoo, I—” You broke off, your throat tight. “I thought… I thought I’d never see you again.”

His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer. You could feel the way his muscles trembled, the overwhelming relief in the way he clung to you. The sheer weight of everything that had passed between you two was crushing. You felt it in every fiber of his being — how much he had endured, how close he had come to losing it all, and how, in this moment, he was so grateful to have made it back to you.

“I kept thinking of you,” he murmured, his voice low and raw. His hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair. “Every second I was there, it was you I thought about. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I kept telling myself, if I don’t make it out, if I don’t get back… I’ll never see you again.”

You felt a tear slip onto your cheek, hot and salty. For a second, you couldn’t even process it. But then, as you pulled back slightly to look at him, you realized it was his. A tear had fallen from his eye, and you instinctively reached up to wipe it away, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

Sangwoo didn’t say anything, but his eyes fluttered shut, his breath catching. You could see the weight of the emotions flooding through him — the fear, the relief, the desperate joy of simply being here with you, of not having to live with the nightmare any longer.

You cupped his face gently, wiping away another tear with your thumb, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his gaze. You leaned forward without thinking, your lips pressing softly to his. It was a slow, tender kiss, almost hesitant at first, like neither of you could quite believe you were back in each other’s arms.

But then he kissed you back, his lips parting as he deepened the kiss, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was desperate, filled with a yearning that he could no longer hold back. His lips tasted of salt, a bitter tang of tears and sweat, the taste of everything he had gone through, and it only made you kiss him harder, like you were trying to reassure him that you were here, that you would never leave.

As you pulled back, your lips tingling from the kiss, you tasted the faint trace of his salty tear on your own lips. You could feel the weight of everything in that moment — the pain, the longing, the desperate need for each other. But there was also something else, something lighter, something hopeful.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your forehead resting against his, the words barely a breath between you. “I’m here. We’re here.”

Sangwoo let out a shaky sigh, his face relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. He kissed you again, this time slower, softer, as if savoring the very fact that you were together.

“I’m never letting you go again,” he murmured, his hands stroking the sides of your face as if to imprint the feeling of you into his memory. “I swear.”

And for the first time in a long time, the chaos, the fear, the nightmares — they all faded into the background. It was just you and him now, two people who had fought for survival and had made it through the storm to find each other again.

[swtt4hk]

Believe in love || Cho Sang-woo X fem!Reader (fluff) PART 2 {last part!}

part 1

•you left from the convenience store satisfied. You got Sang-woo thinking about happiness and if true love will make him happier. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were pretty interested in him , the way he pushes up his glasses , the way he elegantly smokes his cigarette and how smart he is. You liked it. And you wished he would finally believe in true love so you would have a chance with him.

•After you left , Sang-woo caught himself thinking about you and what you said to him. For some reason what you said was enough to convince him change his life but he didn’t want to. He couldn’t lose it all just for love. He had to convince himself not to. Especially when a pretty girl like you gives him advice about true love , it’s hard to resist not ti be interested in you. He sighs , gets up and leaves the convenience store too.

•it’s been several days since your interaction and you both have been thinking about each other a lot. You’re wondering how he’s doing , if he has changed his mind in any way and even though he doesn’t want to , Sang-woo keeps wondering what you’re doing at the moment.

•one day , you’re walking around at a supermarket, doing your shopping , when you accidentally bump into someone and spill their things out of their cart.

—oh my God , I’m so sorry! You say as you the things back in their cart.

•the man bends down to help you put his things back into his cart.

—oh don’t worry it’s okay- you make eye contact

—oh my God , Y/N! He says excitedly as a smile forms on his usually expressionless face.

—oh hi Sang-woo! Long time no see! You say and get up.

—yeah right…so um…what’s new? Sang-woo asks

—oh nothing new , just the usual…what about you?

—there’s nothing new for me either…

•there follows a moment of silence. Sang-woo hesitates for a but but decides to speak up.

—do you…have any plans for today?

•the question catches you off guard and your mind goes blank. “Do I have any plans?”.

—um…n-no! No I don’t…why are you asking?

•Sang-woo smiles

—well…do you maybe wanna come over at my house tonight? We won’t do anything special , just drink something and hang out…

•you think about it for a minute. It would be nice to have some company like Sang-woo for tonight…right? You’re just friends after all , it would be rude of you to refuse.

—sure! It would be nice to hang out with you…

•Sang-woo looks at you , still with a smile on his face and gestures you with his hand to do something. You don’t understand what he wants.

—u-um…what are you…

•Sang-woo chuckles

—your phone number…for me to send you the location?

—oh haha , right… you say in embarrassment and give him your phone to put your number in his contacts.

—alright done! He says and gives you your phone back.

—what time works best for you?

—um…is seven okay with you?

—it’s perfect! See you at seven , Y/N he waves at you and walks away

•for some reason , the whole interaction got your heart racing. You couldn’t help but feel nervous about you meet up tonight. “Oh my God , what will I do?! I need to look perfect!” You think to yourself. You’re seriously acting like a teenage girl having a crush but you just can’t help it , even though you haven’t admitted your feelings for him , he makes you nervous. The way he says your name and looks at you makes your heart melt. Maybe it’s too soon but you can’t control your heart.

•it’s currently 7pm and you’re outside his house. You’re hesitating to ring the bell. You’ve been standing there for at least 10 minutes just zoning out. After minutes of standing outside , you ring the bell and the door immediately opens , like he has been ready to open the door.

•Sang-woo opens the door and takes a look at you. He can’t help but feel his heart flutter by the way you look. The way the dress you’re wearing is hugging your curves , the way your beautiful long legs are visible and most important of all your beautiful face. The way you look at him makes him go crazy. But he has to control himself. He can’t ruin his reputation on the business industry or his friendship with you by admitting his feelings for you.

—you’re here… he says with an unusual soft smile

—hey Sang-woo… you say and take a look at him. You love his outfit today. His white button up shirt is making his fit body visible from the inside , his hair is styled just perfectly and oh…let’s not forget his clean glasses making him look stricter.

—come in! He says and gestures you to come in.

—you can sit on the couch right there , I’ll be right back with our drinks.

•you walk into the house and sit on his couch. His house isn’t something special. It’s simply decorated but still nice. Sang-woo comes back with a bottle of wine and two glasses and settles them on the table as he sits on the couch.

—there we go…you like wine , right? Do you want me to bring you something else? I have–

—no no! Don’t worry , I’m okay with wine!

—oh okay okay

•he opens the bottle of wine and pours the liquid in your glass and his afterwards. You thank him and you both take a sip of your wine. You start chatting and you realise how comfortable both of you are with each other. You talk about life , work and maybe some of the things that bother you. As you’re talking , you can feel the unspoken tension between you. The way he talks to you softly and the pauses to just look at each other , it’s all so…weird? But you like it. You enjoy spending time with him like this and even though you don’t only see your friendship as a platonic one , it doesn’t stop you from being yourself with him.

•Sang-woo can feel the tension too. He loves the way your lips touch the glass of wine to take a sip , the way you’re elegantly sitting like a lady and how your eyes spark when you’re laughing at a joke of his. He loves all of it. He can feel the butterflies in his stomach but he has to stop himself from going too far. He thinks you probably don’t feel the same and besides , he can’t focus on love right now. He’s a workaholic and doesn’t have any time to waste on a relationship.

•as the time passes , you can feel the tension between you growing. He’s now sitting beside you and you can smell his expensive cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes. The combination of these two is perfect. It makes you go crazy. You don’t know if it’s the wine that’s affecting you but you wanna kiss him so bad right now. You have no idea what he’s talking about right now. You’re too focused on his beautiful face to care about what he says.

•as he’s speaking he notices you zoning out. He knows that you don’t care about what he’s saying but he’s still talking. He loves the way your looking at him right now. Then he notices you taking a glimpse at his lips. He can’t hold back anymore. He pauses and looks you straight in the eyes.

—Y/N.

•you get back to reality when you hear your name

—hm?

•even though he’s not usually the type of guy to joke around , he likes the way you’re zoning out looking at his face , so he decides to mess with you a bit.

—do you agree?

•you look at him in confusion. “What do I respond? What is he even talking about?”

—u-um…

—you probably agree with me. It’s really a important factor of business, right?

—uhh…yeah right… you say and laugh awkwardly “what the hell is he talking about?”

•Sang-woo can’t help but find it cute how confused you are but he keeps a straight face on. He bends over a bit to grab the bottle of wine but you happen to do it at the same time and your distance closes. You can feel his breath hitting your face and the tension now is stronger than ever. You both just freeze there and look at each other. Both of you know that if one of you makes a move , there’s no going back.

•Sang-woo’s breath hitches as your distance closes and his eyes go immediately at your lips. He’s trying to hold back by biting his own lip.

—Y/N… he whispers

•you don’t respond. You know you don’t have to. Before you know it , your lips are connected , moving in sync while Sang-woo’s hands reach yours to intertwine your fingers with his. You both cherish this moment. You don’t want this moment to end and neither does he. As he slowly pulls back he looks at you in the eyes.

—Y/N I-

•you shush him and caress his cheek with your hand. You smile at him and look at him with love.

—you have nothing to apologise about…we both wanted this.

•Sang-woo smiles and pulls you in for another kiss. The way your lips move in sync and his hand caresses your hair makes your heart flutter. So does his heart.

•after hours of spending a lovely night , your bodies connected with one another, you find yourself in his embrace. He’s holding you tight on his chest , like he doesn’t want to let you go and he’s caressing your hair.

—Sang-woo…

•he looks at you and gives you a kiss at the top of your head before responding.

—yes , love?

—do you…believe in love now?

•Sang-woo smiles and places a sweet kiss on your lips.

—yes…yes , I do.

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THE ENDDDDDDDD! Thank you so sooo much for showing so much support on my first ever fic! I apologise if there are any grammatical or expression mistakes but English isn’t my first language :((( anyway , more fics coming soon!

[merlieve]

Pillow | Cho Sangwoo X Reader

Fem! Reader

(She/Her)

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A/n: This is my first ever imagine for Squid Game, that’s it.

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Fluff | Warning/s: None, please inform me if there are any.

I do not allow my works to be republished in another site so please check in with me or at least give me credit!

It was a Saturday night, and It’s been days since Sangwoo left for his ‘business trip’, and Y/n was getting anxious. She started to think of the worse possible things that happened to him.

'What if something bad happened to him? Or what if he’s cheating on you?' She tried to shove away those images out of her head, but what if it was true? She’ll doesn’t know what happened to him. The only thing she could do was hope for the best.

Then, a thought struck her like lightning. Y/n gripped Sangwoo’s pillow and his shirt. She was getting desperate for his touch, even if it’s some days, she couldn’t wait. She was eager, and she couldn’t wait for him to come back.

Y/n changed the pillow into one of Sangwoo's shirts. A grunt escaped her lips once she lay down on Sangwoo and her shared bed, squeezing the pillow in the process. Y/n felt her eyes flutter as she started to doze off to sleep.

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Sangwoo did it, he finally won. He can pay back his debts and live a flawless life. All he could think about is his fiancée, he knew he had to win to give her the best life. Even if Sangwoo pictured a perfect life for his family, he did have trauma because of the games, he couldn't stop remembering everything that occurred in one week. He was desperate, and he had to do what he needed to do to win this game of survival.

When Sangwoo finally arrived at your shared flat, he heard indistinct snores. He chuckled, knowing it was Y/n. He opened the door, it made a creaking noise, hoping Y/n doesn't wake up, so he could surprise her, but it wasn't a surprise that she didn't wake up, after all, she was a deep sleeper.

After he bathed, Sangwoo slowly changed his clothes and applied medicine to his wounds, surprisingly, you haven't woken up. Following that, he went to your bedroom, he was shocked to find a pillow with his shirt on it. He suppressed a chuckle and replaced the pillow with him. Sangwoo swore his heart fluttered when Y/n snuggled close to him. After everything that happened, he needed her right now. Sangwoo knew tomorrow morning he'll be bombarded with questions, but he didn't mind. All he needs is Y/n.

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Masterlist

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[dilfismz]

Hi! I’d like to request a Cho Sangwoo x Reader story where the reader is Sangwoo’s ex-fiancée/girlfriend. They broke up because the reader, who was in medical school at the time, couldn’t tolerate Sangwoo’s constant lying about his debts. Things got even worse when people harassed or attacked the reader, trying to find out Sangwoo’s whereabouts after he disappeared for days. Eventually, he showed up at her apartment, leading to their breakup.

Fast forward 8–10 years after the Squid Game, let’s say Gi-hun, Sangwoo, and Sae-byeok won and decided to split the money. Sangwoo brings his mom to the hospital for a doctor’s appointment and unexpectedly runs into the reader, who is now a doctor. However, the reader has been hiding a deep secret—they had a child with Sangwoo.

Feel free to continue the story however you like! Thank you so much!

Summary: The request. Lovers to strangers to lovers? Angsty...

A/N:...I may have gone a wee bit crazy though. This is so self-indulgent as I am currently a nursing student.

The scent of antiseptic and the constant hum of fluorescent lights were a familiar backdrop to your life. As a third-year medical student, you spent most of your waking hours in the hospital or hunched over textbooks, trying to cram for exams that never seemed to end. It wasn’t the life you had imagined when first entering medical school. But here you were, juggling the intense pressure of studies with a relationship that was beginning to feel increasingly strained.

Your fiancé, Cho Sangwoo, had once felt like the center of the world—his smile, his humor, the way he’d promise that everything was going to be okay. When you’d gotten engaged two years ago, it was meant to be the beginning of a future full of possibility. You had thought he was the one, your partner, someone who would help you navigate the challenges of your medical career. But somewhere along the way, the dynamic between you began to shift.

You weren’t blind to the signs. Sangwoo had always been a bit secretive, but you had chalked it up to his independent nature. It was only after their engagement that the truth began to surface.

There were the subtle things at first—he would mention something about “taking care of business” in a vague way whenever you asked about his day. There were late-night phone calls that he always took in another room, quick and hushed conversations you couldn’t make sense of. When you asked him about it, he’d smile that disarming smile and reassure you that everything was fine.

But everything wasn’t fine. Not by a long shot.

As you buried yourself in textbooks, trying to memorize anatomy and pharmacology, the stress of medical school took its toll. It was overwhelming, to say the least. Every moment you weren't in class or studying, you’d try to squeeze in time with Sangwoo, but even those moments felt off. He’d show up late for dinner, or sometimes he wouldn’t show up at all. When confronting him, he would offer flimsy excuses about work or personal matters he didn’t want to get into.

Then, there was the money.

You were in the middle of a grueling exam week, stress gnawing at you like a constant ache in the back of your mind. Barely having time to eat or sleep, and Sangwoo’s recent behavior only added to the growing tension in life. He hadn't been seen in two days, not a single text, not a call. This wasn’t the first time it had happened, but the silence felt different this time. It felt like something was off in a way you couldn’t ignore anymore.

Finally, as if summoned by your growing anxiety, Sangwoo walked through the door late at night. You were sitting on the couch, textbook spread out before you but hardly absorbed in the material. You were too tired, too distracted by the constant, gnawing feeling in your chest.

“You’re late,” you remark, glancing up. Your voice was tight, clipped.

Sangwoo paused in the doorway, his usual confident smile nowhere in sight. “I know, I’m sorry.”

You didn’t speak right away, eyes scanning him with suspicion. There was something about his appearance that wasn’t right—his posture was off, his clothes a bit too rumpled, like he’d been on the move for longer than he’d let on. It felt like he was hiding something, but you didn’t know what. Your stomach tightened.

“What’s going on, Sangwoo? You’ve been distant lately. I’ve tried calling, texting… you’ve been disappearing for days. And then, there’s the money.”

He stiffened at the mention of it, his face hardening into an unreadable mask.

“What do you mean, money?” he asked, though his voice had a slight edge to it.

“I found the credit card statements,” you said, voice shaking. “And the loan letters. You’re lying to me about something, and I can’t pretend I don’t see it anymore.”

His gaze flickered away, and for a moment, it looked like he might walk out. But instead, he crossed the room and sat down next to her, his shoulders sagging as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him.

“I didn’t want you to worry about it,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “I’ve been handling some things. Financial stuff… complicated stuff. I didn’t want to drag you into it, okay? I swear, I’m not trying to hide anything from you. I just didn’t want you to feel… burdened.”

But that’s exactly what it felt like. A burden. You didn’t want to be naive anymore, didn’t want to be dragged deeper into whatever financial mess he was tangled up in. You had enough on your plate with school—you couldn’t afford to carry his problems too.

“You think I don’t feel burdened?” you countered, your voice rising slightly. “I’m in medical school, Sangwoo! I barely have time to breathe, and now I’m supposed to take on your debt, your lies—whatever it is you’re hiding from me?”

Sangwoo looked pained, his face a mixture of guilt and frustration. “I’m trying to fix it, okay? I’m trying to fix everything. I don’t want you to leave me.”

Your heart ached at the desperation in his voice, but the truth was, it wasn’t enough. The trust was broken, and the weight of his secrets had begun to sink into your bones.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” you whispered, eyes avoiding his. “I don’t know if I can be with someone who can’t be honest with me. Who keeps lying, who keeps disappearing… I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

Sangwoo didn’t say anything at first, but the silence between them grew unbearable. You could see the hurt in his eyes, but it didn’t change the fact that the cracks in the relationship had grown too deep to ignore.

“I need space,” you say your voice breaking as you stand up, pacing across the room. “I don’t think I can go on like this. I need to focus on my future, Sangwoo. I can’t keep waiting for you to fix yours.”

He didn’t move, just watched, his face a mask of hurt and confusion. You could see the wheels turning in his head, the helplessness creeping in as he realized you weren't going to back down.

“I love you,” he said quietly, almost pleading. “Don’t do this. Don’t leave me.”

But it wasn’t enough anymore. The lies had eroded everything. You had tried to look past them for too long. The cold truth settled in your chest, a painful realization that love alone wasn’t enough to hold everything together.

“I’m sorry, Sangwoo,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I can’t.”

Present Day—The Hospital

Eight months after their breakup, you had thrown yourself into your studies. It wasn’t just a distraction; it was survival. You had buried the pain beneath the weight of textbooks, medical journals, and clinical rotations. In the chaos of medical school, you had found a kind of focus that kept you from thinking about what had happened with Sangwoo.

And then, there he was.

You had just finished your morning rounds when you stepped into the hallway, clipboard in hand, ready to grab a quick cup of coffee from the lobby before diving back into work. But the moment you saw him, your stomach dropped. There he was—Cho Sangwoo—standing in front of the nurse’s station, his back to you as he spoke to one of the receptionists. The woman standing beside him was older, frailer than you remembered. It must have been his mother.

Sangwoo hadn’t noticed yet, and you stood rooted to the spot, heart racing. You could feel the weight of years of history between them—the unfinished conversations, the unhealed wounds.

And then, to your horror, his gaze shifted, and his eyes locked onto yours.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

“[Y/N]?” His voice was hesitant, the way it had been the last time he’d spoken your name. It felt like a ghost from the past.

Your body locked in place, heart pounding as though trying to escape your chest. You hadn’t expected this. No- you never expected to see him again. Not after everything that had happened. Not after how he had vanished from your life, how you had been forced to piece yourself back together.

Your hands instinctively tightened around the clipboard, knuckles turning white. Your mind was flooded with a thousand emotions, none of them good. The memories of the lies. The nights spent awake, wondering where he was. The way his promises had felt like a cruel joke. The unanswered texts. The debts that piled up in the corners of your lives.

Sangwoo’s appearance didn’t feel like fate. It felt like an assault. A disruption of the fragile peace you had worked so hard to cultivate.

Your gaze flickered to his face. He looked the same. His features had matured, sharpened by the years, but his eyes—those dark, intense eyes—still held the same familiar intensity that both haunted and captivated you in equal measure.

There was a moment of silence, a stretch of seconds that felt like hours. You could see the hesitation in his posture, the awkwardness of seeing someone you once shared everything with, now reduced to a stranger.

“Y-You…” His voice faltered, then regained its strength. “It’s really you.”

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to stay calm, to keep the layers of emotions locked tight behind a wall that was carefully constructed over the years. You swallowed hard, trying to steady the tremble in your hands.

“Yes,” you reply flatly, voice a little hoarser than intended. There was no warmth. No softness. Just the cold truth of the past, wrapped tightly in those two syllables. “It’s me.”

Sangwoo’s face twitched, a flicker of regret flashing across his features before he masked it, replacing it with a strained smile. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but hesitated.

And then, the elderly woman beside him, who had been quiet up until now, spoke.

“Are you two…” Her voice was slow, soft, a little raspy, but there was an undeniable kindness to it. “Were you two friends, dear?”

Sangwoo glanced at his mother quickly, his gaze flickering back to you. The shift in his demeanor was almost imperceptible—an instinctive protectiveness, maybe? As if trying to shield his mother from the discomfort of the situation.

“No, Mom,” he said gently, his voice oddly tender when he spoke to her. “We were… engaged. A long time ago. This is Y/N, remember?”

The word engaged echoed in the air, hanging there between them. You hadn’t realized how much it would sting to hear it again. To be reminded of the promise you had made to each other, a promise he had broken.

You felt your chest tighten but fought against the rush of emotion threatening to rise. You weren't that young, naïve girl anymore. The woman who had once believed in him, who had once imagined a future with him. That person was gone. She had to be.

“Oh,” his mother murmured, her gaze moving between you and Sangwoo with a faint glimmer of recognition. “It’s so good to see you again, dear. Sangwoo still talks about you often… about how happy he was. You were always so good to him.”

You glanced down, almost reflexively, avoiding the kindness in the woman’s words. The memories came rushing back again—memories of moments when your heart had been full of hope. But those moments had been built on lies, built on a foundation that had crumbled beneath your feet the moment you uncovered the truth.

“Thank you,” you said softly, though the words felt hollow, more for the woman than for yourself. She had meant well. She had always meant well. But she had no idea what had really been going on behind the scenes.

Sangwoo’s mother didn’t seem to notice the tension in the air. She smiled, a little sadly, and reached out to you with a hand that trembled slightly. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s been so many years, hasn’t it? I’m sure you’ve grown into someone amazing.”

You forced a tight smile, but the words caught in your throat. You have no idea was all you wanted to say. You have no idea what we went through. You have no idea what I went through. How I lost myself, how I thought I was going crazy, trying to find out where your son had gone, where his debts had gone, and why he was lying to me. How I cried, how I begged, for him to tell me the truth.

But you didn’t say any of that. You just nodded.

“Thank you,” you repeated, voice barely above a whisper.

The silence stretched again, more unbearable this time, and you found yourself wanting to escape—to run, to get away from this awkward moment, from these memories you had fought so hard to bury. But your feet felt glued to the ground as if your body were betraying you by refusing to move.

And then, Sangwoo spoke again, his voice quieter this time, almost hesitant.

“I know this is… unexpected,” he said, his eyes finally softening with something that might have been regret, might have been sorrow. “I know we… left things unresolved. But I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you. I was… dealing with things, things I couldn’t tell you at the time. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you more than I can ever apologize for, but—”

You shook your head, cutting him off before he could finish. You didn’t need to hear it. The apology. The excuses. The attempts to explain away the pain, to make everything okay again. Nothing could make it better. Nothing could take away the years of anxiety, the sleepless nights, the feeling of being betrayed by someone you had trusted with everything.

“You don’t have to say it,” you said, your voice cold, cutting through the warmth he was trying to offer. You took a step back, creating some space, though it felt more like an emotional distance than a physical one. “I know what happened. And I’ve moved on from it.”

Sangwoo didn’t reply immediately. He only stood there, his face unreadable, the sorrow in his eyes now fully visible. And for a moment, you felt something—a flicker of old emotion you thought had long been buried—aching beneath the surface. But you buried it again. You buried it deep.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I should have done better. For both of us.”

But it wasn’t enough. It never would be.

With one last glance at his mother, who still looked at you with such hope and kindness, you forced a tight smile, though it felt like a lie. You didn’t look back at Sangwoo.

“I have to go,” you said, your voice even. “I’m sorry, but I really need to get back to work.”

And without another word, you turned, walking down the hallway with your heart racing in your chest.

Sangwoo stood there, his face still locked in that mixture of guilt and longing, watching your retreating form, as though waiting for something—an answer, a chance, something to heal the wound that still lingered between them.

But for you, there was nothing left to heal. Only the past. And the secret you had kept buried deep inside you for all these years.

You had just finished your last checkup of the day, the cold winter air biting at your face as you enter the parking lot, ready to go home.

You had just unlocked your car when you heard his voice from behind.

“Wait.”

You turned, clutching your bag tighter. Sangwoo stood a few feet away, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets. “I just… I didn’t want to let you leave without talking,” he said, his tone hesitant.

You raised an eyebrow. “I think we’ve done enough talking for one day.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, taking a cautious step forward. “But it feels like we didn’t say the right things.”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around your car keys. The years apart had built walls between you, but the way he looked at you—like he still cared, still wanted to understand—made you pause.

“There’s a diner a couple blocks away,” you said finally. “If you’re serious about talking, we can do it there.”

A flicker of relief crossed his face. “Alright,” he said.

The diner was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the crisp night air outside. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the space as you slid into a booth by the window.

You ordered tea, and Sangwoo asked for black coffee. For a few moments, silence stretched between you as you both settled in.

“This feels weird, doesn’t it?” he said, breaking the tension with a wry smile.

You chuckled softly, stirring sugar into the tea. “A little.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d agree to this,” he admitted.

“Neither was I.” You glanced at him over your mug. “But here we are.”

Sangwoo leaned back, studying you. “You seem… different. In a good way. More confident, I guess?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying I wasn’t confident before?”

“No!” he said quickly, then laughed at himself. “I just mean… you seem more sure of yourself now. Like you know exactly who you are.”

“Life does that to you,” you said, your voice soft.

You fall into a rhythm as you talk, the conversation flowing more easily than either of you had expected. You reminisced about old times, sharing stories and teasing each other like you used to.

“You remember that time you tried to teach me to drive a stickshift?” Sangwoo asked, grinning.

You groaned, covering your face. “Don’t remind me. You crashed into a mailbox!”

“And you laughed so hard you cried,” he added, his laughter infectious.

You both dissolved into laughter, the years of distance melting away for a moment.

However, as the night went on, the conversation turned more serious. Sangwoo shared bits and pieces about his life after you parted ways—the mistakes he’d made, the lessons he’d learned.

“I was angry back then,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on his coffee cup. “At myself, at the world… at you.”

You didn’t flinch, though his words stung. “I know. And I’m sorry for how things ended. I never wanted to hurt you.”

He looked up at her, his expression earnest. “I know that now. Back then, I didn’t want to see it. I thought if I blamed you, it would hurt less.”

“And did it?” you asked gently.

He shook his head. “No. Losing you was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through.”

You reached across the table, fingers brushing his briefly before pulling back. “We both made mistakes, Sangwoo. But we’ve grown since then.”

Just as you were settling into a comfortable silence, your phone buzzed on the table. You glanced at the screen, and your face softened as you picked it up.

“Sorry, I need to take this,” you said, holding up a finger. “Won’t be long.”

Sangwoo nodded, but he couldn’t help watching as you answered the call.

“Hey, honey,” you said, voice warm and affectionate.

Sangwoo's chest tightened. He dropped his gaze to his coffee, his stomach churning. Of course, she’d moved on. Why wouldn’t she? It had been years.

“I miss you too,” you continued, tone light and teasing. “How was your day? Did you eat?”

Sangwoo’s grip on his mug tightened, a sinking feeling taking hold. He’d been foolish to think there was still something between you.

“Alright, I’ll be home soon,” you said, your voice soft. “I love you.”

You ended the call and set the phone down, only to find Sangwoo staring, his expression carefully blank.

“What?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, forcing a smile. “Sounds like you’ve got someone waiting for you. I don’t want to keep you.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “Sangwoo…”

“It’s fine,” he said, cutting you off. “I’m happy for you. Really. You deserve to be happy.”

Realization dawned on your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Oh no, you’ve got it all wrong.”

He frowned, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

“That wasn’t my husband,” you said, tone laced with amusement.

He blinked. “It wasn’t?”

You shook your head, your smile softening. “That was my son.”

The words hung in the air, and Sangwoo’s heart stopped. “Your… son?”

“Yes,” you said, voice steady. “Our son.”

His world tilted, the weight of the words crashing over him. He stared at you, his mind racing.

“You’re serious?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, expression tender. “I found out I was pregnant not long after you left. I tried to tell you, but… well, things were complicated.”

Sangwoo leaned back, his hands trembling slightly. “Why didn’t you try harder?”

“I didn’t know if you wanted to hear from me,” you admitted. “And by the time I worked up the courage, you were gone.”

He pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to process everything. “What’s his name?”

“Eunwoo,” you said softly. “He’s five now. Smart, stubborn, and so full of energy. He reminds me of you in so many ways.”

Sangwoo swallowed hard, emotions swirling inside him—shock, guilt, and a flicker of hope.

“You’re not… with anyone?” he asked hesitantly.

You shook your head. “No. It’s just been me and Eunwoo.”

Relief flooded through him, followed by determination. “I want to meet him,” he said firmly. “Please, Y/N. Let me meet him.”

You studied him for a long moment before nodding. “Alright. But if you want to be in his life, you have to prove it. No running, no disappearing.”

“I won’t,” Sangwoo said, his voice filled with conviction. “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

For the first time in years, he felt like he had a purpose—a reason to stay, to fight, to rebuild what they’d lost.

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Playing Dangerous Part 2

Summary: After the vote you and Sangwoo are dropped off at the same place. Conversation is struck and bonds are made.

Pairing: Cho Sangwoo X reader. Eventual Hwang In-ho X readers

Warning: none :)

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The sudden jolt of impact threw you awake. The harsh cold of the asphalt hit your skin first, followed by the sharp sting of pain in your joints as your body slammed to the ground. You barely registered the dark outline of the van speeding off, its engine roaring into the distance, leaving you and another abandoned on the side of the road.

Your mind cleared slowly as you rolled onto your back, the night air biting at your exposed skin. You could hear the faint sound of groaning from other player beside you, but you ignored them for now. The most important thing was to assess your situation. The cold ropes around your wrists reminded you of where you were, and your instincts kicked in.

These weren’t the tight, military-grade knots you’d faced before. The guards had been careless. You could feel the tension in the ropes—an amateur’s work. It would be nothing to slip free. With practiced precision, you twisted your wrists, and in a matter of seconds, the first knot was loose.

You exhaled, silently congratulating yourself as you freed your hands. Your body still ached from the sedative they’d given you, but the haze was clearing. You were fully awake now, and the adrenaline of your escape was already coursing through your veins.

Your gaze fell on your old clothes, still tucked away in the corner of the road from where they’d been discarded earlier in the game. The green tracksuit was familiar, but not what you wanted to wear. It was a uniform—something that marked you as a player, as part of their twisted game. You’d had enough of being their pawn. You moved over to where your clothes had been left, quickly changing back into your previous outfit.

The fabric was worn and faded, but it was yours. The dark jeans, the worn leather jacket, and the boots that had seen more miles than you cared to count—they all felt like a small victory against everything that had happened. As you slipped the jacket on, you felt his gaze—Sangwoo, watching you from a few feet away.

He was seated on the ground, his own ropes still partially intact, his body still stiff from the lingering effects of the drug. You knew he was taking in every detail of your movements, the way you shed the tracksuit like it was nothing. You didn’t acknowledge him at first, focusing on the task at hand, but you could still feel his eyes. It was impossible not to.

“I can feel you staring,” you said, your voice as cold as the air around you.

You didn’t look up, but you knew he was still watching, still waiting for you to do something—anything. There was a long pause, and then he spoke, his voice low and measured.

“You’re not afraid.”

You didn’t respond immediately. His words didn’t surprise you. You had known from the moment you stepped into the game that you would be different. You were trained, conditioned for this—whether it was from your police background, the sneaking around that came with being a PI, or any other part of your past. You were built for survival.

Instead, you crouched down in front of him, hands already working on his ropes. You could feel his gaze on you, intense and curious, but you kept your focus. The knots on him were slightly tighter than your own, but nothing you couldn’t handle. The rope unwound with smooth precision, and soon enough, his hands were free.

He flexed his fingers slowly, testing his newly liberated wrists as if the sensation was something unfamiliar, something he hadn’t felt in a while. You straightened up and moved a few feet away, your back turned to him as you tied your boots tighter, giving yourself the illusion of calm. You could hear him shifting behind you, but you didn’t turn around. There was something in the silence that weighed heavy, but you weren’t going to fill it with idle conversation.

Not yet.

After a few moments, he spoke again, quieter this time, his voice betraying a hint of something—impressed? Maybe, but you couldn’t tell.

“You’re fast.” He paused, then added, almost to himself, “And you don’t panic.”

You gave a dry chuckle, not out of humor but more out of habit. “I’ve had practice.”

Sangwoo was silent for a moment, and when you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, you saw something you hadn’t expected—an expression of mild respect, maybe even awe. His eyes flicked away quickly, masking whatever he was thinking, but it was enough to leave a slight tension in the air between you.

There was a long stretch of silence as the night continued around you, the only sounds being the rustling of wind and the distant hum of the city beyond. Your instincts told you to move, to figure out where you were, to leave before someone—anyone—came looking.

But Sangwoo, still sitting on the ground, his hands now free, looked like he wasn’t ready to move just yet. You turned to face him fully now, narrowing your eyes at him as he stood slowly.

“You know,” you said, finally breaking the silence, “If you want to get out of here, standing around like an idiot isn’t going to help.”

Sangwoo’s gaze met yours again, his face unreadable. But there was something in his expression, a subtle shift, that made you wonder what he was really thinking. The more you saw of him, the more you realized that he was calculating, always two steps ahead in his mind. It wasn’t something you wanted to underestimate.

“You can lead the way,” he replied, his tone guarded but still holding that hint of curiosity.

You shook your head slightly, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. You weren’t sure if it was admiration or just pure self-interest that made him stay in line. You turned and walked ahead, not waiting for him to catch up. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, exactly—it was more that you didn’t trust anyone.

As you began to move down the road, your thoughts turned to what came next. You were out, but this wasn’t over. You were still trapped in a world of games and rules you didn’t understand, with no guarantee of safety. And Sangwoo? He was just another player, just another piece in a twisted game of survival. But for now, you’d walk this road alone… together.

The street was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustle of leaves swaying in the breeze. The kind of silence that made you feel like you could hear your own heartbeat, like the world around you had paused, holding its breath. You and Sangwoo walked side by side, both of you out of the game for now, but neither of you feeling truly free.

As you neared a convenience store, the flickering neon sign barely illuminating the darkness, you didn’t hesitate. You stepped inside, the door chiming with your entrance, and the dull hum of the fluorescent lights overhead did little to soothe the tension in your chest.

The shelves were stocked with all the usual items, but everything felt hollow, the comfort of convenience lost on you in this bizarre situation. You grabbed a bottle of water without much thought, your parched throat reminding you of the dryness that had settled in ever since the game started. Sangwoo didn’t seem in much of a hurry, lingering toward the back of the store, picking up a pack of cigarettes from a shelf. He paid for them with the same impassive demeanor he had worn throughout the whole ordeal.

You followed his lead, paying for your water, and headed outside. The air outside was colder than it had been before. A few stray wisps of smoke rose from the end of Sangwoo’s cigarette as he lit it, his hand steady, his gaze distant. You stood a few feet away, just far enough to avoid the awkwardness but close enough to feel his presence.

When he turned to offer you a drag, you took it without a word. Your lips barely brushed the filter as you inhaled deeply, the smoke settling into your lungs, the cold air outside making everything feel too real.

Sangwoo took his own drag, eyes flicking to you as the silence stretched between you. He exhaled, the smoke curling in front of his face before dissipating into the night air.

“You’re American, right?” he asked, his voice breaking the quiet.

You gave a small nod, your fingers curling around the cigarette between them. It wasn’t a surprise—your accent made it obvious—but you weren’t sure where he was going with the question.

“Your accent is cute,” he said casually, the words hanging in the air with surprising ease.

You almost choked on your next breath of smoke, eyes narrowing. “Knock it off,” you muttered, trying to hide the small flush creeping up your neck.

You hated how you felt self-conscious about it, but there it was. Sangwoo just smirked, taking another drag, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he let the smoke filter from his mouth.

“What? I’m serious,” he said, voice low but teasing.

You looked away quickly, hoping the blush wasn’t too obvious. It felt like it was. Still, there was something about the way he looked at you that made it hard to pretend you weren’t affected. The silence returned, but this time, it was a little different. The tension wasn’t as uncomfortable. Instead, it settled around the two of you like an unspoken agreement.

Sangwoo flicked the ash off his cigarette, his eyes still studying you. After a moment, he asked, “So, why did you join the game?”

You weren’t surprised by the question. It had been hanging in the air between you ever since you both left the van, the weight of it hovering over you. But when you answered, it came easily—honestly, without hesitation.

“I wasn’t in debt, if that’s what you’re thinking,” you said, the words leaving your lips a little sharper than you intended. “I was hired as a private investigator. I was tracking a guy, a target, someone with connections to some shady people.”

You took another drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling slowly. “I was following him, you know, just doing my job, and then one day he got an invite to the game. At first, I thought it was a scam, some underground tournament or whatever. But curiosity got the better of me. I followed him to the meeting place and… I don’t know, I just took the invite from him and showed up at the meeting. Guess it was a mistake.”

The admission hung in the air between you both, but Sangwoo didn’t flinch. He didn’t interrupt either, his gaze fixed on you with a quiet intensity, “You’re not in debt?” he asked, his voice softer now.

“No,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I wasn’t. I didn’t have anything to lose. But once I got here, I realized I couldn’t just walk away, I couldn’t just pretend I didn’t see what was happening. So, here I am. Stuck between curiosity, duty, and a whole lot of bad decisions.”

Sangwoo took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes thoughtful, and you couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in the way he looked at you. There was no judgment in his gaze, only the faintest hint of understanding.

“That’s honest,” he said after a beat. “Most people would’ve lied, but you…” He shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “I guess I can respect that.”

You smirked, the tension between you finally starting to ease. “What about you? Why’d you join?”

Sangwoo’s expression didn’t shift, but the amusement in his eyes faded, replaced by something a little darker. “For the same reason as everyone else, I guess,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact. “Desperation. Some debts. But you’re right. Most people lie about it. Even I don’t always tell the truth about why I’m here.”

There was something in his voice then, something unspoken, and for a brief moment, you thought maybe he was letting you in on something he didn’t share with others. You didn’t push for more, though. If he wanted to talk, he would.

You both stood there, the cigarette burning down to its filter between you. The night felt strangely still, and for once, you didn’t mind the silence. You glanced at Sangwoo, the lingering question on your mind finally making its way to your lips. “So, what now?”

Sangwoo flicked the last bit of his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his heel. He didn’t look at you as he answered, his gaze still ahead, lost in thought.

“We end whatever this is,” he said, his voice steady, no emotion behind it.

You nodded slowly, “You know, I’m starting to think you’re not so bad after all,” you said with a half-smile and Sangwoo looked over at you, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I could say the same about you.”

And for the first time since you’d both entered this nightmare, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you weren’t so alone in it after all.

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Playing Dangerous Part 5

Summary: A small group is formed and assumptions are thrown at you and Sangwoo…do you seriously look like a couple to others?

Pairing: Cho Sangwoo X reader. Eventual Hwang In-ho X reader.

Warnings: None :)

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The dorm was shifting.

Not just physically—though the number of empty beds was a glaring reminder of how many people had been lost—but in atmosphere. The air was thick with something more than just fear now. Strategy. Calculation. The beginning of something dangerous.

People were forming alliances. Small clusters of players huddled in corners, speaking in hushed voices, sizing each other up. The loners, those who still thought they could survive on their own, sat apart, but even they were more alert now, glancing around as if realizing too late that being alone in here might not be an advantage.

You, however- were already a part of something.

It had happened naturally, unspoken but undeniable—Gi-hun, Sangwoo, and yourself. You had gravitated toward each other, moving in sync, sharing meals, watching each other’s backs. It wasn’t an official alliance, but it was something.

And now, it was growing.

Ali Abdul approached you hesitantly, his food clutched in his hands, his wide, earnest eyes flicking between them. “Excuse me,” he said politely, his Korean slightly accented but clear. “May I sit with you?”

Gi-hun grinned and immediately scooted over, patting the empty space beside him. “Of course, of course. The more, the merrier.”

Ali looked relieved, settling down at the table with them. You gave him a quick once-over, not in suspicion, but in curiosity. He had a rare sincerity about him, something untainted by the desperation that had already begun to show in others.

Sangwoo, however, was harder to read. His expression remained carefully neutral, his gaze assessing but not outright dismissive. He wasn’t the type to extend trust easily, but he didn’t object either.

That, in itself, was as close to approval as someone like him would give.

Then, another voice spoke up.

“I should sit too, huh?”

The old man—player 001—smiled as he slowly lowered himself onto the bench beside Ali.

“Oh yes,” Gi-hun agreed, smiling back. “Of course. We gotta stick together, right?”

The old man gave a raspy chuckle, nodding. “That’s right.”

And just like that, you were five.

The meal was quiet at first, more focused on eating than talking. But eventually, as the tension eased just slightly, Ali looked between you and Sangwoo, tilting his head in thought.

“So…” he began, curiosity evident in his tone. “Are you two a couple?”

You almost choked on your food.

Sangwoo’s entire body stiffened. His chopsticks paused mid-air before he slowly—very deliberately—set them down.

Gi-hun, the menace that he was, made a choking sound that was definitely not a cough and bit back a grin.

You swallowed hard, quickly composing yourself. “What?”

Ali blinked, clearly not expecting such a strong reaction. “I just assumed,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re always together, and during the last game, I noticed—”

“We’re not a couple.”

Sangwoo’s voice cut through Ali’s words like a knife. Sharp. Firm. Immediate.

Ali held up his hands in surrender, looking sheepish. “Ah, my mistake.”

You, on the other hand, turned to Sangwoo, narrowing your eyes in amusement. You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice so only he could hear.

“Oh?” You murmured, a teasing lilt to your tone. “Didn’t know you were so against the idea.”

Sangwoo’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. His fingers twitched against the table, but he didn’t look at you. He just picked his chopsticks back up, resuming his meal as if he hadn’t heard you.

But he had.

You could feel that he had.

Gi-hun, oblivious to their quiet exchange, snorted. “I mean… I can kinda see why Ali thought that.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Not you too.”

001 chuckled. “Young love, huh?”

Sangwoo let out a slow, measured exhale, as if he were forcibly restraining himself from reacting.

Ali, eager to move past his mistake, cleared his throat and changed the subject. “So… why are you all here?”

Gi-hun sighed, leaning back. “Ah, you know. The usual. Debt.”

Ali nodded in understanding, but his gaze lingered on you, “And you?”

You hesitated for only a second before shrugging, “Following a lead.”

Ali frowned, “A lead?”

You took a bite of food, chewing slowly before answering. “I was hired to investigate someone. They got an invitation to this game, and I… borrowed it.”

Ali blinked, processing that. “So you’re not—”

“In debt?” You smirked. “No. I made a mistake showing up here, but now that I’m in, I’m staying.”

Ali looked impressed. “That’s… incredibly brave.”

“Or stupid,” Sangwoo muttered under his breath.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “What was that?”

He didn’t look at you, “Nothing.”

But you caught the way his fingers drummed against the table, the subtle flicker of something in his expression—something that almost looked like concern.

Gi-hun stretched, sighing. “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I think we made the right call sticking together. This place is gonna get worse before it gets better.”

The old man nodded sagely. “Survival is all about numbers.”

Sangwoo didn’t say anything, but he didn’t argue either.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, watching as he finally picked up his water and took a slow sip. His shoulders were still a little tense.

Maybe you had gotten under his skin after all.

Good.

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