#player 218 x player 456

[246x120]

here are a few of my favorite squid game fics on ao3 !

- thangyu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62344867 one shot, 7k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62125399/chapters/158904223 3/3, 11k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61904161 one shot, 2k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61880398 one shot, 2k [finished]

- inhun | salesjun / side hinted gyeong seok x hyun ju

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62006269/chapters/158569081 10/12, 18k [on-going]

- hyunseok

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62420977 one shot, 7k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62074027?view_full_work=true 8/8, 23k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62231653/chapters/159201148 4/4, 9k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62231335 one shot, 1k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62205856 one shot, 1k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62128387 one shot, 1k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62127958 one shot, 6k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62087008 one shot, 1k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62045401?view_full_work=true 7/7, 12k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62026519 one shot, 6k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62014765 one shot, 3k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62012074 one shot, 1k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61933690 one shot, 5k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61884589 one shot, 8k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61798156 one shot, 2k [finished]

- sangihun | side saebyeong

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34326067 one shot, 4k [finished] (one of my all time favorite)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34119244?view_full_work=true 7/7, 20k [finished]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34078654 one shot, 5k [finished]

[canonically47]

what's with squid game and toxic/doomed yaoi and doomed yuri?

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ million dollar man ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x girlfriend!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place in an alternate ending for squid game where sang-woo wins instead of gi-hun! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ it had been over two weeks since you last heard from cho sang-woo. no calls, no texts, not even the smallest acknowledgment of your existence. the silence weighed on you, growing heavier with every passing day. sang-woo, your long-term boyfriend, the man you had imagined spending the rest of your life with, had seemingly vanished without explanation.

˚ ༘♡ he was everything you had dreamed of, handsome, intelligent, educated. in your eyes, he was near perfect. you had moved to south korea a year and a half ago. the two of you met only a month after your arrival in seoul. you were standing at a convenience store counter, struggling to buy an iced coffee before work. the cashier’s words blurred into a language barrier you couldn’t break through, leaving you flustered and embarrassed.

˚ ༘♡ then there he was. cho sang-woo, with his neatly pressed suit and square-rimmed glasses, stepping in to translate with a calm assurance that immediately put you at ease. he went further and insisted on paying for your coffee, brushing off your protests with a polite smile. “you can pay me back with your number,” he had said, his tone light but his warm gaze unwavering. you gave it to him without hesitation, your heart racing as he walked away with a casual, confident stride that lingered in your mind for days.

˚ ༘♡ what followed was akin to a fantasy. your first few dates were sweet and unassuming, dinners at cozy restaurants, walks through bustling markets, late-night phone calls that stretched into the early hours of the morning. before long, it became more than casual. he wasn’t simply a charming man in a suit, he was someone you trusted, someone you leaned on. yet, as your relationship deepened, so did the flaws.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo treated you well in many ways. he insisted on paying for meals, even when you protested. he offered to help with rent when he noticed you were stressed about expenses. his job at joy investments afforded him a lifestyle of financial stability, one that he willingly extended to you. however, beneath his polished exterior, there was an undeniable distance.

˚ ༘♡ it started small, little things that nagged at you but seemed too insignificant to bring up. his phone was always locked, the screen flashing dark whenever you glanced at it. he would leave suddenly, without warning, offering only vague explanations that never quite satisfied your curiosity. “work,” he would say, brushing off your questions as though they were irrelevant. and no matter how many times you pressed him for the truth, he never admitted anything.

˚ ༘♡ those moments of secrecy chipped away at your trust, leaving an uneasy ache in your chest. you told yourself it was nothing, that you were overthinking. but the fights that erupted when you brought it up told a different story. his calm facade would crack, and he would grow defensive, his words sharp and cutting. “don’t you trust me?” he had asked more than once, the accusation in his tone a slap in the face.

˚ ༘♡ despite the arguments, despite the unanswered questions, you loved him. you loved the way he smoothed a hand down your back when you were upset, the way his voice softened when he called you by name. you loved the rare instances of vulnerability he let slip, the heartfelt glimpses of the man beneath the polished exterior. you loved him enough to forgive, enough to overlook the secrets that cast shadows over your relationship.

˚ ༘♡ as you sat alone in your apartment, staring at your phone with an empty inbox mocking your worry. two weeks of silence was unbearable. the man you loved, the one who had promised to protect you, had left you with nothing but questions and a ache where his presence used to be.

˚ ༘♡ the doorbell rang, cutting through the quiet of your apartment as though it were a sharp blade. it wasn’t merely unusual, it was unsettling. who would come at this hour? you glanced at the clock on the wall, its glowing numbers reminding you that it was well past midnight. your stomach churned uneasily as you stood up, your fatigue from a long shift at the café clinging to you.

˚ ༘♡ working from sunrise to sunset every day had worn you thin, but you had refused sang-woo’s offers to help you financially. he had already done so much, given so generously, and the thought of taking more was crossing a line you couldn’t bring yourself to breach. it would be an abuse of his kindness.

˚ ༘♡ the hallway was dark as you approached the door, your bare feet silent on the cool floor. you hesitated before unlocking it, your hand hovering over the latch. “hello?” you called out cautiously as you cracked it open, peering into the dimly lit corridor.

˚ ༘♡ before you could register what was happening, a hard shove sent the door crashing into you, knocking you backward. you stumbled, barely managing to catch yourself against the wall. your heart leapt into your throat as the figure who had forced their way inside quickly shut the door behind them.

˚ ༘♡ your confusion turned to disbelief as the light from your apartment fell on their face. it was sang-woo.

˚ ༘♡ his chest heaved with each labored breath, his shirt wrinkled and unbuttoned at the collar, his dress pants scuffed and slightly torn. his glasses, the ones you always teased him about for making him look too serious, were nowhere to be seen. instead, his face bore the evidence of recent hardships, bruises, faint scars, and scabbed-over cuts that marred his formerly pristine appearance. even his hands, the ones you’d grown so used to seeing holding a pen or a glass of wine, were scratched and battered.

˚ ༘♡ he looked like he had aged years in the short time he had been gone.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you stammered, your voice unsteady with equal parts confusion and fear, “what the hell are you doing? it’s the middle of the night, and… why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

˚ ༘♡ he opened his mouth as if to respond, but the words didn’t come immediately. instead, he leaned against the door, his shoulders slumping as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “i…” he started, his voice hoarse and raw, but he seemed unable to finish.

˚ ༘♡ without warning, he crossed the room in a single stride and pulled you into a tight embrace. his arms wrapped around you with a desperation that felt almost suffocating, his head burying into the crook of your neck as he clung to you.

˚ ༘♡ you stood unmoving, the shock of his sudden appearance warring with the affection of his touch. part of you was relieved beyond words to have him back, while another part was angry. angry at his disappearance, at the unanswered calls and texts, at the fear and doubt he had left you to wrestle with.

˚ ༘♡ “i missed you,” he murmured against your shoulder, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it.

˚ ༘♡ his words tugged at your heart, but they weren’t enough to quell the storm of questions brewing inside you. “sang-woo,” you said, your voice softer now but still laced with frustration, “what’s going on? where have you been? what happened to you?”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer right away, his grip tightening, as though the very act of holding onto you could keep him grounded. his breath was unstable, his chest rising and falling against yours in a way that betrayed the turmoil beneath his silence. the room felt oppressively quiet.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo!” you exclaimed, your voice sharp, desperate for clarity. the sound seemed to jolt him, his body stiffening before he reluctantly pulled back.

˚ ༘♡ his hands were shaking as he reached into his pocket, the movement clumsy and hurried. when he withdrew, he thrust a thick stack of cash into your arms, one hundred million won, neatly bound and unnervingly out of place in your modest apartment. the weight of the money startled you, as you stared at the crisp bills in disbelief.

˚ ༘♡ “listen to me,” he said, his voice shaking but steadfast. “after this, after i take care of everything, i’ll buy us a beautiful home. somewhere quiet, somewhere safe. hold onto this for now.”

˚ ༘♡ you blinked at him, your mind struggling to process the sudden shift, the money heavy in your grasp. “sang-woo,” you said, your tone rising with vexation and confusion, “where did you get this money?”

˚ ༘♡ he didn’t answer, his eyes avoiding yours, and that only fueled your frustration. “tell me!” you demanded. “where have you been? do you have any idea what I’ve been through? i thought you left me for another woman or fled the country!”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw clenched, his expression fading as guilt flashed across his face, but he said nothing.

˚ ༘♡ you pressed further, your voice strained with a mix of hurt and fury. “i talked to your mother. she said you haven’t called her in ages! i went to your work. they haven’t seen you in weeks! your friends? same thing. no one knows where you’ve been!” your hands tightened around the cash, your knuckles white as your chest heaved with the distress of your tone. “how could you do this to me? how could you leave without a word, without an explanation?”

˚ ༘♡ his silence hurt more than any words could have. he looked at you, his expression a painful mix of regret and something darker, something you couldn’t place. his lips parted as if to speak, but he hesitated, the words caught somewhere between his chest and his throat.

˚ ༘♡ “sang-woo,” you whispered, your voice trembling as tears began to sting your eyes. “please. i need to understand.”

˚ ༘♡ “i’ll tell you everything soon, i promise, sweetheart,” sang-woo murmured, his voice unsteady, as if it pained him to speak. his hand, calloused and trembling, reached out to rest gently on your cheek, his touch delicate. your heart ached as you met his gaze, those dark, exhausted eyes glistening with unshed tears. it was a look so raw, so unfamiliar.

˚ ༘♡ “you have to trust me,” he said, his tone soft but pleading. “you have to listen to me. i’ve already given you what you need to cover your expenses.” his hand lingered against your cheek for a monthly moment before falling away, his fingers curling into a fist at his side. “i have urgent legal and business matters to deal with, but once they’re resolved… we’ll have the life we’ve dreamed of. everything we’ve talked about.”

˚ ༘♡ his lips brushed against your forehead, the kiss light but filled with a quiet desperation that made your chest tighten. “nothing could ever keep me from you,” he breathed, the words barely audible. “promise me you’ll do as i ask.”

˚ ༘♡ everything about this felt wrong, the way he avoided your questions, the haunting exhaustion in his voice, the bruises that lined his hands and face. you wanted answers. you wanted to demand he tell you everything right then and there, but the way he looked at you, so broken, so unlike the composed sang-woo you knew, kept you from saying anymore.

˚ ༘♡ uncertainty clouded your mind, nonetheless you nodded, your voice hardly above a whisper. “i promise.”

˚ ༘♡ his shoulders sagged slightly at your answer, the tension in his body loosening, though not entirely disappearing. “good,” he said softly, almost to himself. he was still nervous, his eyes darting toward the door as though expecting someone to burst through at any moment.

˚ ༘♡ “i have to go,” he said, his voice tinged with reluctance. “but i’ll come back. i swear, okay?”

˚ ༘♡ “okay,” you replied, unsure but unwilling to push him further.

˚ ༘♡ he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a fleeting, tender kiss that left you yearning for answers. then, without another word, he turned and left the apartment, closing the door behind him.

˚ ༘♡ you stood there, the silence of his absence pressing down on you, dread engulfed your thoughts. your mind churned with questions, with doubts, but one thing was certain, you were relieved, no matter how strange the circumstances of his return, to have seen sang-woo again. the agonizing ache in your chest told you that his departure had left you with far more questions than answers.

a/n: my first sang-woo fanfiction!! is it controversial for me to say i love his character and he’s my favorite one in squid game? please let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

[bl1ssfulelleon]

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

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

toxic yaoi & doomed yaoi yum!!

[littlest-w01f]

Gi-hun...

I know what you are Gi-hun...

We need to talk about you and your attraction to the toxic men in your life... That's too much chemistry, Gi-hun...

(side note, I started shipping 457/inhun as a joke... But it's not a joke anymore... If they don't have a tragic angsty love story I might actually spontaneously combust)

[tempobaekh]

im rewatching squid game and the end with gi hun and sangwoo reminded me SO MUCH of rick and shane please tell me y’all see it😔

[crimsonnsstuff]

Can I have a smut request dad's friend sangwoo x reader. Reader is being a brat and not doing her homework, sangwoo "punish" reader while making her answer the questions for her homework 🫣. If she gets it wrong he will slap and pinch her ass until she gets it right. Overstimulation and daddykink plsss

You were sitting at your desk in your room, textbooks sprawled out in front of you, trying to focus on your homework. The house was quiet except for the occasional rustle of papers and the faint sound of a TV from downstairs where your dad and his friend, Sangwoo, were watching some sports game.

Sangwoo had always been around; he was your dad's best friend from college, and he had this aura about him, a mix of authority and allure. His visits were something you looked forward to, not just because he brought interesting stories, but because of how he looked at you, with a knowing, mischievous smile.

Tonight, however, was different. Your dad had been called away for an urgent work matter, leaving you alone with Sangwoo. He decided to stay, offering to help you with your homework.

"Need some motivation?" Sangwoo's voice was deep, almost a whisper as he leaned over your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear.

You nodded. “Yes, please..”

"How about this," he suggested, his tone playful yet with an edge of seriousness, "for every question you get wrong, you get a little... punishment."

You looked up at him, your heart racing. "What kind of punishment?"

He smirked, his eyes darkening with an unspoken promise. "Let's say... a spank for each mistake."

The air in the room seemed to thicken as you agreed, turning back to your homework with new tension in your body. The first few questions went well, but then you hit a snag. You looked up at Sangwoo, who had been watching you intently.

"Wrong," he said, his voice steady. He lifts your skirt up to reveal the side of your ass.

His hand came down, not too hard but with enough force to make you gasp. The heat from the contact spread across your skin, igniting a fire within you that you knew was wrong but felt so right.

Another wrong answer, another spank. Each one was like a spark to kindling, each touch more intense, his hand lingering longer each time. You found yourself making mistakes on purpose, craving his touch, the sting, the acknowledgment.

By the time you were halfway through your homework, you were flushed, your breath coming in short gasps. Sangwoo was behind you now, his hand resting on your lower back, his touch more of a caress than a punishment.

"Seems like you're learning," he murmured, his lips close to your ear. His voice was thick with something unspoken, a desire that mirrored your own.

“What if I want to get them all wrong?”

His eyes met yours, blazing with an intensity that made your knees weak. "Then we'll have to find a new way to motivate you," he said, his hand trailing down your side, promising more than just homework help.

“Next question.” He growls. You read the textbook.

"Explain the complex factors that led to the French Revolution and how it impacted European politics,"

Your heart drops, you always get stuck on this one. “I-I don’t know..” you mutter. You expect him too spank you again but he doesn’t.

His hand moves to your inner thigh, resting there. “It’s fine. Next question.”

The next few questions go pass easily. “How about this?” His hand moves into your panties, stroking your folds. You gasp softly.

“For every question you get wrong, I stop.” He says, slipping 2 fingers into your sopping cunt. You look at him with wide eyes and he motions his head towards the textbook. You gulp and go back to answering questions.

He starts to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you, making it hard for you to get the questions right. You get a question wrong and he pulls his fingers out.

“If you want me to keep going, beg daddy.”

“Please, daddy..please..?” You whine.

That set him off. He slams your textbook closed and shoves his fingers back into you, pumping roughly. He stands behind the chair, smirking as you throw your head back to look up at him.

You gasp and grab his wrist, your hips lifting off the chair. “Aw, are you gonna cum for daddy?”

“I-I’m gonna cum for daddy!”

He speeds his fingers up, causing your juices to splatter everywhere. You gasp as you cum on his fingers. You expect him to stop but he doesn’t, he keeps fingering you.

“D-daddy!” You shout. “What? Can your cunnie not take it?” He teases.

You close your legs around his hand, making him growl. He spins the chair to face him and forces your legs back open. He continues to roughly finger you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Oh my fucking god!” You whine. He pulls his fingers out before slapping your clit. “Language.” He mutters before fingering you again.

“Daddy! I can’t take it!” You squeal. He lets out a deep chuckle that send shivers down your spine. “Yes, you can. Just be grateful I’m fucking your cunt with my fingers and not my dick.”

He rips another orgasm from you, making you squeal. He smirks, pulling his fingers out and rubbing your slick on your inner thigh. He slaps your tit and you yelp.

You sit there, panting as he walks out of the room

[cybrasigilism]

Masterlist!

Here’s where you can easily access all of my works without all of that unnecessary scrolling!

UPDATE: I’ve decided to add the titles of incoming fanfictions, its all for the anticipation!

A little key for what fics are what!

🍋 = NSFW

🍓= SFW

🤍 = Angst

Enjoy!

fics under the cut because the list is damn long

Squid Game

► Player 230 (Thanos/Choi Su-bong)

NSFW Alphabet 🍋

Smut Drabble 🍋

Judge Judy 🍋

This Means War 🍓

All Is Fair (This Means War ll) 🍓

Sub!Thanos Headcanons 🍋

Fue Mejor 🍋

Threesome Headcanons 🍋

You On Me, Me On You, You On Her 🍋

► Player 388 (Kang Dae-ho)

NSFW Alphabet 🍋

Husband/Father Headcanons 🍓

Smut Drabble 🍋

Crush Headcanons 🍓

This Means War 🍓

All Is Fair (This Means War ll) 🍓

Blissful Remembrance 🍋

INCOMING

She’s Got Away 🤍

Swim 🍓

► Player 380 (Se-mi)

She’s Like Morphine 🍋

NSFW Alphabet 🍋

► Player 333 (Lee Myung-gi)

NSFW Alphabet 🍋

All Mine 🍋

► Player 125 (Park Min-su)

NSFW Alphabet 🍋

► Hwang Jun-ho (The Police Officer)

Smut Drabble 🍋

NSFW Alphabet 🍋

Wheels 🍋

Crush Headcanons 🍓

► Player 124 (Nam-gyu)

NSFW Alphabet 🍋

IFHY 🍋

Sub! Namgyu Headcanons 🍋

Threesome Headcanons 🍋

Touch 🍋

You On Me, Me On You, You On Her 🍋

Nothing Like A Sharp Dressed Man 🍋

INCOMING

The Difference Is 🍓

► Player 456 (Seong Gi-hun)

Crush Headcanons 🍓

► Player 001 (Hwang In-ho/The Frontman)

Crush Headcanons 🍓

INCOMING

NSFW Alphabet 🍋

SFW Alphabet 🍓

► Player 218 (Cho Sang-woo)

whoops, nothing yet!

► Player 067 (Kang Sae-byeok)

NSFW Headcanons 🍋

of course, there’s plenty more to come, and the list will expand as i get into more fandoms! enjoy and thanks for stopping by :)

[mad-morph7]

Squid Game Season 1 painting (I miss sang-woo so much)

[ferrarifinnick]

IN ANOTHER LIFE | CHO SANG-WOO (PLAYER 218) AU

pairing: sang-woo x reader au

featuring: sae-byeok, gi-hun, ali warnings: wholesome fluff, hardly any plot, protective!sang-woo, established relationship, pda, teasing, small flashback to sexual encounter, alcohol consumption, marriage, sub/dom if you squint, the happy ending the og characters deserved. 1.7k

the bar was heaving. sang-woo pressed his palm to the small of your back, coaxing you along as he guided you into the crowd in search of your friends. he angled his shoulder outwards, unafraid of driving it into anyone careless enough to get in his way. all he could think about was your little body in a sea of drunk, sloppy men standing much taller than you, and all he wanted was to get you to safety.

sang-woo's shoulder caught a stranger in the back. he spun around, face red and contorted, the liquid in his glass sloshing onto his own shirt.

"watch it!" he slurred, caring his head to square up to sang-woo, but even if he matched him in height, he would lose by size.

sang-woo said nothing, he didn't need to. the coldness in his eyes said everything for him. the one look and the drunk man stepped back, hands lifted in an offering of peace. sang-woo accepted it, but not without taking a last look and scoffing.

"sang-woo," you warned as he moved you along. he knew you were worried, but there were matters more pressing than one drunk man.

"are you still watching your drink?" he asked, and you glanced down at the glass held only by your fingertips, palm sealing the top from bad intentions. "good girl," he praised when you nodded your head, looking up at him like he was all that existed.

his fingers spread wider across the small of your back, and you didn't miss the way his fingers grazed the round of your ass.

you glanced away from sang-woo at the distant call of your name.

in the corner, gi-hun stood up from his seat at a booth, waving you over with a sway of his arm. "over here!" he said, before sinking back into his chair.

sang-woo re-centred his hand on your back immediately. he kept it there until you arrived at the table where your friends hollered out sounds of jovial greetings, and only took his hand off when you sat down. he followed you into the booth, his thigh falling against yours. the expensive material of his suit trousers cold against your bare skin.

sae-byeok squealed your name and pulled you into an embrace. "i've missed you!" she beamed, rocking you sideways in her arms. she pulled back and looked you up and down, savouring your presence with a content sigh, but her gaze landed over your shoulder. the smile was gone, replaced by a scowl as she lifted a finger to point at your husband. "you," she accused. "honeymoon's are supposed to last two weeks," she said, narrowing her eyes as she rested a hand against your knee. "you kept us apart for a month!"

sang-woo raised his hands defensively. "don't blame me!" he said, tossing his over toward you. "she's the one who wanted to see europe."

"me?" you gasped, hand flying up to your chest. "i wanted to see paris. you're the one who insisted we visit milan, london, berlin..." you listed, only trailing off to gasp again as he rolled his eyes playfully. you poke a finger into the wall of his chest and all too quickly, you pause.

sang-woo slowly lowered his gaze to your hand on his chest. the tick of his jaw, the slow drag of his eyes back up to yours. they were dark, dirty, and the stretch of his lips into a sly smirk helped remind you of the last time you tried to stand up to him.

the telephone of your hotel suite in amsterdam informed you of a noise complaint, siting concerningly loud crying.

sang-woo held the phone out for you to listen as the receptionist asked "is everything okay?" and the tilt of his head encouraged you to put her mind at ease. "yes, everything is hnngh–" you cried as sang-woo slowly pulled back his hips, only to drive them against yours in one swift motion. "everything's fine!" you said quickly, shoving your face into the mattress as another blow of sang-woo's hips landed against yours.

sang-woo lifted the phone to his own ear and said, "thanks for your concern," before hanging up and setting it carelessly back onto the receiver. he turned back to you, arms dropping back down to cage you to the mattress.

you watched as the memory replayed in his mind, the stretch of his smirk giving him away. the heat creeped back into your cheeks. you couldn't even look at him, his gaze was too intense, too provoking for you. under the table, his hand slowly settled onto your thigh, slowly running closer to the hem of your dress.

"i feel like we're interpting something," said ali, hiding behind his bottle of beer. he peeked from behind it, as if frightened to be correct.

you pressed your palm against sang-woo's chest and shoved him back, and while he didn't even budge, he did release you from his gaze and turned to the rest of the table. you shakily reached out for your cocktail, grateful for the ice cubes for chilling the glass, and took a flustered sip. you needed to cool down.

sae-byeok caught your eye as you took a quick glance around the table. she gave you a sly, knowing smirk. "i see why the honeymoon doubled," she said quiet enough for just you to catch, leaning it closer to teasingly nudge your shoulder with hers.

"oh, stop it," you nudged her back.

she giggled and lifted her own cocktail up to tap against yours. "cheers to europe," she said, "hot, sexy europe."

meanwhile, sang-woo hooked an arm over ali, defusing the tension by redirecting the conversation to him "ali," he said. "don't tell me you and mrs. abdul weren't the same after your honeymoon."

"mrs. abdul doesn't like it when i talk about the happenings of our honeymoon."

sang-woo raised his eyebrows and asked, "were you that bad?"

ali scowled. sang-woo chuckled and affectionately pulled him in closer to ruffle his hair, careful not to overdo it.

"hey!" ali protested, swatting sang-oo's hands and breaking out of his hold. "don't get any ideas," he warned playfully, lifting up his wedding band and tapping it. "i'm not available."

"but i am," gi-hun said before taking a swig from his bottle, shooting a suggestive wink at sang-woo, who kicked him under the table. "ow!" gi-hun cried, flinching as sang-woo reached across the table to swipe at him.

sae-byeok shot out to grab her cocktail, narrowly retrieving it from the table in time for gi-hun's bottle to topple over and spilled over his lap. sae-byeok sighed and rolled her eyes, turning back to you.

"why did we even invite them?" she asked, leaning into your side. she ran her hands down your wrists and caught your left hand, lifting it up to her face. she gazed at your wedding ring. "it's very beautiful," she breathed out in amazement, tilting your hand under the bar lights. she gasped as it sparkled. she beamed excitedly, "so shiny!"

"don't take your eyes off it," gi-hun warned, bumping his elbow into sae-byeok's. "or it'll be gone by the end of the night."

sae-byeok dropped your hand and swatted his shoulder, but sang-woo reached out and caught it before it could fall to your lap. he lifted your hand up and examined the ring he placed on your finger only a month ago. he smiled fondly, lifting the ring to his lips to press a chaste kiss against it. you shuddered as his breath fanned over your knuckles.

he leaned closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "you're so beautiful when you're smiling," he murmured, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before returning you to sae-byeok, who rolled her eyes one last time at gi-hun.

"that was one time," she said. "i robbed you one time."

"still one time more than anyone else at the table," gi-hun pressed further, but the glimmer of affection in his glazed eyes was enough to diffuse any argument. he grinned once more before turning to the boys.

you reached out for sae-byeok's arm and she lit up immediately, understanding exactly what you were asking for. she offered you a sip of her cocktail, and you did the same. you both leaned back, smacking your glossed lips, evaluating the taste.

"six," she decided, pointing at your drink. "a little too sweet."

you scoffed. "you would say that," you teased, feigning offence, before settling against her shoulder and falling into conversation.

the hours rolled by as you shared stories of your trip, discussed her little brother starting high school, and most excitingly, her new romance with a pretty girl called ji-yeong. she swiped through an album of images from dates at cafes, walks through the city, movie night on sae-byeok's sofa. the whole time you listened, all you could focus on was the grin that consumed every one of her features. the creases by her eyes, the stretch of her cheeks.

she was finally happy.

"i wanted to ask if i could bring her over," she asked sheepishly. "to the next family dinner."

at the end of every week, you and sang-woo's mother prepared dinner in the home you shared with your new husband. everyone was invited. sae-byeok and her little brother, ali and his family, and of course, gi-hun.

you blinked at sae-byeok. the dinner table was never too small for another chair, and sang-woo always made sure there were enough wine glasses in the cupboard for a small army.

"sae-byeok," you said softly, resting your hand against her arm. "that would be wonderful, i can't wait to meet her."

she broke into a grin and immediately burst with excitement. "don't worry about dessert, she makes really great bingsu!"

she listed all the other desserts that ji-yeong has made her, and you let her ramble for as long as she did, just grateful to see such joy finally consume her. from the other side of the table, the boys seemed to be as equally engrossed in conversation, all leant over their beer bottles in calm discussion of what must've been anything other than sports. that always riled up sang-woo. but he was placid, a look of content while nodding along to gi-hun's murmurings.

sang-woo glanced over and caught you watching. he smiled, eyes flooding with a warmth that only you were privy to. he settled his hand on your lap, interlacing his fingers with yours silently, giving you one last squeeze before returning to his conversation, just as you did yours.

you took one last look around the table, and your heart swelled in your chest. everyone was smiling.

as beautiful as europe had been, it felt good to finally be back with your friends, with your husband, but most importantly, where you belonged.

in another life, maybe they really would have family dinners every week. please like, comment, reblog. love <3

[pearly-sims]

If I had a nickel for every toxic, homoerotic dynamic that Gi-hun gets into with his calm, serious, and ruthless narrative foil that ultimately betrays him, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s starting to feel like he has a type.

[miaulele]

674 world domination. my parents

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

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𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

• 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦

•𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧

•𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

• 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬

•𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚

•𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

•𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

• “why is there a business man smoking outside your store?” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

• “oh that’s just sang woo” 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

• “my brother is one of his clients he usually comes here during this time to buy a pack of cigarettes to smoke” 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

• 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠…𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧

•𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦

•𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

• 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚

• 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

• 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

• “you know smoking can damage your lungs” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

•𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

• ‘why is this young woman bothering me’ 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

•“and how would that affect you in any way?” 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

• “you seem like a wise man just wouldn’t want anything happening to your health ” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚

• “is wise just a positive word of calling me old” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

•𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞

• “you’re strange…I like that” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲

• 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧

•𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥

•𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

• “well I believe and hope I’ll see you more often” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

•𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

• “hey old man” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲

• 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

• “you mind if I eat with you?” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰

• “well I’m not going to stop you nor will it be a bother” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝

•𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 !

• 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

•𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

•𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦

•𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

•𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 , 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞,𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬

• 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

• 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮���� 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

• 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

•𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

•𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

• “is there something wrong?” 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

• “you don’t look so old anymore ” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭

•”sorry I mean you look more youthful with out your glasses” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞

•𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞

• “you look handsome with and with out your glasses” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

• 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

• 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦

•𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨

•𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

•𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡

• “ you look like an idiot with that grin on your face” 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

• 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭

• “you’re just hating on me” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

• “I can tell you really like sang woo” 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

• “see you’re smiling!you make it so obvious” 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭“no I don’t” 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

• “so you do like him?” 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

•𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

•𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦?

• ‘do I like him…no,definitely!’

This man made me cry in 2021 for betraying Ali 😡 and made me hate him for killing sae byeok

But I can’t disagree when people call him the most realistic character in squid game 😔

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ sad girl ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ cho sang-woo x girlfriend!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! this story takes place in an alternate ending for squid game where sang-woo wins instead of gi-hun! there is also a part one to this story, million dollar man! 🤍

˚ ༘♡ one week had passed since your boyfriend, sang-woo, reappeared in your life under strange circumstances that made your blood run cold. for two agonizing weeks, he had vanished without explanation. then, he returned, battered and hollow-eyed, his face bearing scars that seemed etched not only into his skin but into his very soul. he had come to your door clutching a bag of cash, his body trembling, his clothes soaked with sweat. “wait for me,” he had whispered, his voice hoarse and desperate. you promised you would, and so you did.

˚ ༘♡ you couldn’t stop replaying that moment in your mind, every detail a puzzle you couldn’t solve. had he been involved in something criminal? was he tangled in debts or worse? the thought that he might be ensnared in something far beyond your understanding consumed you. the sight of him, standing there, so broken and afraid, haunted you. you didn’t want to believe he was in danger, but deep down, you couldn’t dismiss the fear.

˚ ༘♡ then, this morning, a text came through on your phone. it was brief, offering no answers, only an instruction, “come to my house.” no explanation, no reassurance, merely a summoning. the clock had barely struck six, but you didn’t hesitate. sleep clung to you as you threw on the white, wool coat he had gifted you months ago for your three-month anniversary.

˚ ༘♡ the streets were quiet, the morning air biting at your skin as you made your way to his home. every breath a battle against the anxiety clawing at your chest. when you reached his door, it swung open almost immediately.

˚ ༘♡ before you could say a word, he pulled you inside, his movements quick, the door closing behind you with a soft click. the air inside was warm, contrasting the chill outside, but it did little to ease the tension in your body.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re here,” he murmured, his voice low, and then his lips kissed your cheek, cool and brief, a gesture that was both familiar and foreign. the touch left your skin tingling, not with comfort but with unease. his eyes lingered on you, their usual sharpness dulled by something you couldn’t place, something sinister.

˚ ༘♡ you stepped back from him, your voice trembling but firm. “you have to tell me everything right now,” you demanded, though the weight of your exhaustion seeped into every word. the fear you’d carried for weeks had worn you down, leaving sorrow in its wake. “i can’t keep living like this, with all the secrecy and half-truths. it’s killing me.”

˚ ༘♡ as you glanced around, you noticed his home looked different, emptier than you remembered. furniture was missing, and stacks of boxes lined the walls, their presence unnerving. your eyes narrowed as you turned back to him. “are you moving? why didn’t you tell me anything?” your voice cracked with disbelief. then, anger surged, and you shoved his chest, your frustration spilling over. “this has to stop! you can’t keep throwing money and gifts at me, thinking it’ll distract me from everything you’re hiding!”

˚ ༘♡ his posture stiffened, his muscles taut under the pressure of your words. his jaw clenched tightly, and for a moment, he looked away, as though searching for the right response. when he spoke, his voice was strained, his frustration cutting through. “if you would only give me a chance!” he snapped, the sharpness of his tone filling the room. his chest heaved and fell rapidly as he struggled to compose himself.

˚ ༘♡ letting out a slow, deep breath, he rubbed his temple, his hand trembling slightly as he pulled off his glasses. without them, his eyes looked more vulnerable, the walls he so carefully built around himself momentarily exposed. “why can’t you trust me?” he said, his voice quieter now, tinged with a mixture of anger and hurt. “why is it so hard for you to believe in me?”

˚ ༘♡ the scars on his face had faded slightly but still marred his handsome, angular features. your eyes lingered on them, the memories of his battered appearance resurfacing with a painful clarity. tears welled up, blurring your vision, and a tightness settled in your throat. “then tell me,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

˚ ༘♡ sang-woo exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the truth he was about to share. “it was business dealings,” he began, his tone measured, “not illegal, but high-risk. it was meant to be a way to increase my earnings, and it worked. it was highly profitable and lucrative in the fiscal aspect. it was presented as a secure business opportunity.”

˚ ༘♡ you narrowed your gaze, suspicion flaring. “how much money are you talking about?”

˚ ༘♡ he hesitated for a moment before meeting your eyes. “forty-five billion six hundred million won,” he said, his expression unreadable.

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught in you throat, your mind struggling to process the sheer enormity of the figure. “what?” you managed to choke out, your disbelief evident. “sang-woo, that kind of money doesn’t come without strings attached. it can’t be clean.”

˚ ༘♡ his jaw tightened, and he looked at you with an intensity that made your stomach churn. “do you trust me enough to believe it is?”

˚ ༘♡ you faltered, the strength of his question bearing down on you. he wasn’t explaining, he was testing your loyalty, your ability to have faith in him despite the glaring inconsistencies. deep down, doubt clawed at you, but your love for him, flawed and reckless as it was, overpowered your reservations. “i trust you,” you murmured, guilt creeping into your voice. “i’m sorry for questioning you.”

˚ ༘♡ he nodded, the tension in his frame easing slightly, though his gaze remained guarded. “the investment fund ended a few weeks ago,” he continued, his tone darker now. “it got messy, very messy.” his bruised hand lifted, gesturing to the faint scars on his face. “this… was the price of my involvement.”

˚ ༘♡ the word lingered between you, heavy and suffocating. you stared at him, the weight of his choices crashing down on you like an unbearable tide. “why didn’t you tell me?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “don’t you know I would have stood by you? no matter what?”

˚ ༘♡ his eyes darkened, and his voice rose intensely, startling you. “because I didn’t want to drag you into my problems!” he shouted, the force of his words filling the room and making you flinch. the reaction caught him off guard, his frustration fading as he noticed the fear on your pallid face. he let out a deep sigh, running his hand through his disheveled hair before pacing the length of the room. when he returned, his expression softened, and he cupped your face gently, his touch warm despite the tension. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with regret. “i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.”

˚ ༘♡ you had hoped that hearing the truth would make things easier, that it would bring the clarity you craved. but instead, it felt as though the distance between you had grown wider. “sang-woo,” you said softly, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions, “i don’t care what you’ve done or what happened. i only want to know that you’re safe, that we’ll be okay.” tears spilled freely down your pale cheeks, salty streaks marking the anguish you couldn’t hide.

˚ ༘♡ his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. your head rested against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you in a way his words couldn’t. his hand moved slowly along your back, a comforting motion that was far different than the turmoil brewing within you. “everything will be fine,” he whispered, his tone firm yet almost pleading. “i promise, it’ll all be fine.”

˚ ༘♡ despite his reassurance, you couldn’t shake the pang of unease in your stomach. his words might have been meant to comfort, but they felt fragile, as though they could shatter under the strain of whatever truths still remained hidden.

˚ ༘♡ “i love you,” he murmured, his hand gently tilting your chin until your eyes met his. his gaze was steady, filled with a tenderness that made your chest tighten. “i want to spend my life with you. to get married, have a family…”

˚ ༘♡ a shaky laugh escaped through your tears, a fragile moment of relief breaking through the tension. “alright,” you said softly, wiping at your damp cheeks. “let’s start with something simple. how about we go get something to eat?” your fingers brushed against his tired, weathered face, tracing the lines of exhaustion etched into his features. “you look like you haven’t had a decent meal in days,” you added with a small smile.

˚ ༘♡ sang woo’s lips curved upward, faint but genuine. “that sounds good,” he replied, his voice carrying a gentleness that was almost unfamiliar after everything.

a/n: i thought sang-woo wouldn’t tell his girlfriend about the squid game, with how concerned he is with maintaining a perfect reputation. let me know if you have any other requests! 🤍

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i have nothing but incoherent art for this week i’m sorry 💔💔

and yes the third drawing was an excuse to draw inho shirtless

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My Boyfriends Job (Front Man x Reader)

Summary: In-ho brings you (the reader) to the island for the first time. It's the same year where Gi-hun won the games.

Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV 

He never fully mentioned his job, so me being here is a first. He did have me blind folded so I didn’t know where we were headed. Typical In-ho, being secretive about his job even to me his girlfriend/boyfriend. Once we arrived and came to his private quarters, he took the blind fold off. He was explaining to me how his job worked and what he does for six days. 

“So this is the notorious Squid Games?” I ask as In-ho pours himself a glass of whiskey. I look at the monitor in his room, quite large. 

“Yes it is darling, this is where the trash are sent to fight for their lives,” He states, walking over to where I’m standing. Handing me a glass of wine, I take it and look back at the screen. Seeing all these people with different numbers on them. 

“They’re all in debt?” I ask and he nods, a slight scowl forms on his face. 

“In crippling debt Y/N,” He states, not tearing his gaze from the monitor. 

“So they play these games for 6 days, to win the money?” I ask 

“Yes enough questions, sit,” He demands and I sigh, knowing it's best not to argue with him. I sit on his lap. He smirks and wraps his arm around my waist, holding his glass of whiskey in his free hand. 

“The VIPs place bets on them?” I ask and he nods. 

“Yes, you can place a bet if you like,” He says and I look at him intrigued. 

“Hmm interesting,” I say and he chuckles at me. 

“Mine is on player 218,” He says and I see the player on the screen. A gentleman, probably in his mid forties. He is quite handsome. But another catches my eye for some reason. 

“456,” I say and he looks at the screen. 

“Ah yes Seong Gi-hun,” He says 

“You know all their names?” I ask 

“Of course, we keep a record of all the players,” He explains as the game commences on the screen. I watch in baited breath as the players try to make it across the line within 5 minutes. I shift on his lap and he tightens his grip around it. 

“Sit still,” He says with a hint of warning. I bite my lip a little and nod. 

“Was just getting comfortable In-ho,” I say and he chuckles, his warm breath tickling my neck. 

“Be a good girl/boy for me,” He says, moving my hair to the side. I tilt my neck so he has better access to it. He grins and kisses my neck, sucking on my pulse point. I giggle as I grip his jacket. He pulls away and shakes his head, moving my hand away from it. 

“Don’t wrinkle it,” He says, his eyes half lidded and full of lust and love. 

“In-ho,” I say, quietly. He smirks and runs his hand up my arm, kissing my shoulder. 

“Does my precious little one want attention?” He asks, his lips brushing up against my neck. My eyes flutter shut, gripping the back of the seat 

“In-ho stop being a tease,” I say and he chuckles, pulling away from my neck. 

“Tonight I won’t be such a tease,” He says, moving me so I’m straddling his waist. 

“Good, I don’t think I can handle it if you were doing that,” I say, my voice sounding more desperate than intended. 

“Don’t worry darling, the wait will be worth it,” he says. This man will be the death of me one day.