#player 218 x reader

[fear-is-truth]

❝ V A C A N C Y ❞ ・── cho sang-woo

◟warnings — dom!sang-woo ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ unprotected p in v ⋆ MDNI 18+

it’s late. the shitty motel room is dimly lit, the neon glow from the sign outside bleeding through the dusty curtains. the air reeks with the smell of sex, sweat, stale cigarettes and cheap detergent. CHO SANG-WOO has you on your stomach, one big, calloused hand splayed between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed into the mattress. he’s slow tonight. not in a teasing way—more like he’s savouring it, the heat of youl, the way you clench around him with every measured thrust.

“shh,” he murmurs when you whimper, his hand sliding up to the nape of your neck. he squeezes gently, thumb brushing over your pulse. “keep quiet for me.”

he’s not being mean about it. if anything, his voice is soft, damn near affectionate. but there’s an edge to it, that quiet authority that makes your stomach flip. he leans in, his chest pressing to your back, lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“the walls are thin. don’t wanna wake anyone, do we?”

you shake your head, but it’s hard to focus when he’s buried so deep inside you, rolling his hips slow and steady, dragging every inch of himself along your walls. he’s so fucking deep it’s making you dizzy. his free hand slides under your body, fingertips tracing the curve of your stomach before dipping between your legs. the touch is gentle, a contrast to the firm grip still holding you down.

“fuck,” he exhales, voice rough, strained. “you feel that?” he presses his palm against your stomach, right over where he’s stretching you open. “so full, huh? taking me so well.”his pace stutters then, something raw breaking through his control. he groans into your skin, lips trailing down your neck, sucking a mark into your shoulder.

“gonna come for me, sweetheart?” his voice is low, coaxing, but there’s a quiet demand underneath the sweetness. “be good and give it to me.”

and when you do—when you shudder beneath him, nails digging into the sheets, walls fluttering around him—he exhales sharply, thrusts turning rougher, more erratic. his hand clamps over your mouth just as he groans against your shoulder, hips grinding deep, burying himself to the hilt as he comes inside you. his breath is hot against your skin, and he stays like that for a moment, pressed against you, cock still nestled deep. then, finally, he exhales, smoothing a hand over your back, thumb rubbing slow circles against your spine.

“good girl,” he mutters, kissing the nape of your neck before pulling the blanket over the both of you.

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Cigarette Smoke (p2)

Sang Woo x reader [SMUT]

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Part 1

Tw: smoking

Sang Woo pressed his lips on yours. Surprisingly gentle for a man like him. He tasted like cigarettes and minty toothpaste. There was a hint of liquor on his tongue. Delicious. You thought.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I shouldn’t be doing this. Your dad is my best friend and- god you’re so hot but he’s my-“ he stumbles over his words. You pressed your lips on his again. Making him shut his mouth.

“Shut up.” You tell him, taking a finished drag off your cigarette. “A kiss wouldn’t kill anyone” you say.

“Yeah, but you’re his daughter. Not just anyone” he says, putting his cigarette back in his mouth thoughtfully. Move to straddle his lap. His eyes wide, he was no longer calculated nor deliberate. He was a feeling and reactive human. You took his cigarette out of his mouth, pressing your lips against his again.

“His daughter, is going to deliberately make out with you” you whisper. He held you close to him, pressing his lips to yours again. Forcing his tongue inside your mouth, entwining your tongues you moaned into the kiss. The sinful sound making his cock harden in his bottoms. He trailed hot kisses down your neck, and to your collarbone.

You ground your hips down onto his member, making it throb. His hand found its way to your hair, pulling your head back so he can better access your neck. You ground faster on his clothed cock, seeking friction to now satisfy your aching pussy.

“Are you really trying to fuck me on your stairs?” He chuckles lowly, the rumble of laughter from his chest satisfying your ears.

“I’ll fuck you anywhere” you whisper.

“Let’s go to your room then” he lifts you off his lap and sets you down, following you quietly through the house and into your room. You locked your door, before pulling him down to kiss you again. He lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss. He walked to your bed. Laying you on it gently.

He pulled your hoodie off, realizing that there was nothing underneath. He lead his kisses down your neck and to your stomach, stopping just above your waist band. He pulled his shirt over his head, you scooted back on your bed, allowing him to crawl between your legs, setting his hips on your thighs.

“Your kisses are fucking addicting” he growled lowly in your ear, taking his glasses off and setting them on your bedside table.

Your hands drifted down his arms as he held himself above you. His cock begging to be let loose. He pulled your pants down, seeing a sheer thong. His groaned with arousal,

“Holy fuck” was the only thing that left his chest. He let you pull down his pants, no boxers on, revealed a long thick cock. He made easy work of your thing, discarding it with the rest of your combined clothes on the floor.

“I might never want you to leave” he warned.

“I don’t want to leave you” you ignored the warning tone, only caring about feeling the man you now so desperately desired. He entered into you. Sinful sounds arising from the two of you. He fucked you slowly, relishing the feeling of a pussy he shouldn’t even be indulging in, but he didn’t care.

“Oh my god” he groaned quietly. Before quickening his pace. He buried his face in the crook of your neck so he could hear those angelic sounds you were making.

“Sang Woo” you moaned as he fucked you. He hitched your leg up under his arm, better hitting your g-spot. Making you lose your mind. “That feels so good” you said too loudly. He put his palm over your mouth. Which his free hand, he grabbed your other leg, slinging them both on your shoulder. His deep groans making you wetter as you wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck don’t stop” you pleas quietly. He took both legs off his shoulders, spreading them out further as he placed himself deeper between your legs. His large hands gripped your ass, slamming into you as he brought you up to meet his thrusts. He fucked you like you were going to disappear the next day.

“I’m going to cum” he tells you. “Fuck I’m going to cum” he brought his head down and bit your collarbone, leaving a deep purple mark as he released deep into you, not bothering to stop.

“Oh my god, you feel so good” you whimper. He pulled out and laid beside you, pulling you close to him. He put his fingers into your throbbing pussy, moving them rapidly in a motion you’d never felt before, but fuck did it feel so good. You clenched around him.

“Cum for me” he coaxed. “Come on angel, cum for me” he moved his hand so fast you couldn’t handle it anymore. You squirted on his hand, letting out stiff moans as you did. “Good girl” he praised you, gently finger fucking you until you met your release. You two laid in the afterglow of your high, you small body illuminated by the yellow glow of your bathroom light. He rubbed your back gently before reaching for him pants, grabbing a cigarette and a lighter from them.

“Opened the window a little.” You say. “It better ventilates the room” he nodded and opened the window. You laid next to him, rubbing your thighs together as your mixed cum seeped from your slit. He looked down at you and smiled.

“Hey, don’t go fucking other guys when you go to that program.” He orders.

“If you promise me you won’t like, hook up with some chick and get married while I’m that far away”

“Well for one, I already told you, I’m hard to deal with. And secondly, I don’t want to share you with a bunch of other guys”

“You didn’t say that you wouldn’t hook up with another chick” you smirk.

“I won’t go hook up with another chick”

“Or?”

“Or get married” he softly grabbed your neck, pulling you to kiss him. “I promise” he snaked his arm around you to grip your ass. Putting out his cigarette in the ashtray by your bed, and reaching behind you to grab the blanket and pulling it over you,

“Your dad won’t-“

“Nope. My bed room door is locked and thjs bathroom connects to my room. The bathroom door is closed and he won’t enter without knocking. He has his own bathroom.” You cut him off. “Don’t worry, if he comes looking, just walked into the bathroom and close my door and when he does start calling for you just walk out” you add.

A quiet breath he was holding was let out into the silence. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped another protective arm around you.

“Good night, angel” he says.

“Good night, Sangie” you reply. Sangie? He said to himself. A nickname he now had that only you could ever call him.

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[sensationallysangwoo]

𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙳𝚊𝚢: 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝙶𝙽!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙵𝙵🧡

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm clock screeches, signifying 5:00 a.m. You feel a stir next to you, followed by a groan. Sang-woo should be rolling out of bed in approximately 1 minute to get ready for work. This is the normal Monday-thru-Friday routine.

You’re privileged enough to be able to sleep in. You stay home and take care of the house while Sang-woo happily financially supports you. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Normally you wake up briefly to give him a kiss goodbye, and then you nestle under the covers for another 3-5 hours.

Today is different, however. Sang-woo doesn’t feel like reaching for his glasses. He takes an extra moment to lift his body, still heavy with sleep, out of the bed. You notice abnormal heat radiating off of him, way more than usual.

“Sang-woo, you gonna get up or what?” You mumble sleepily.

“I’m not feeling too good this morning, darling. Probably just didn’t sleep well. I’ll be okay, though.” He mutters, voice nasally with congestion.

He attempts to stretch despite wincing from the muscle aches. “I can feel you, you’re literally a walking oven. Do you have a fever?” You ask, yawning.

“I’m fine.” He pressed.

“Okay….” You reply, your voice filled with concern.

You hear the shower running, but you also hear a lack of movement in the bathroom. You drowsily drag yourself out of bed to go check on him.

He sat weakly on the closed lid of the toilet, too weak to even take his PJ’s off and get in.

“Baby you can’t go into work like this. No way. Come on, give me your phone. I’ll call your boss.” You gently grab his face in your hands. “You’re burning up, sweetheart.”

“I can’t miss work today. I have an important meeting at 3 that I really can’t cancel.”

You reach into the cabinet and pull out the thermometer. You scan his forehead. 101 degrees. “See that? You are sick. Stop being such a work-o-holic and rest today Sang-woo. Please? For me?”

He finally gave in. “Okay. I’ll call up my boss now. You can’t say I didn’t try to go, though.”

You smile to yourself. Even when he’s a stuffy, feverish mess he’s still absolutely adorable.

“Mr. Kim? Yeah. I’m not making it in today. I’m really sick. 101 fever. Thank you. I will rest up. Goodbye.”

“See how hard was that?” You tease. “Cmon, let’s get you back into bed.”

You turn the shower off and lead him back to the bedroom. You tuck him back into bed and kiss his forehead. He looks miserable.

He hardly ever got sick so the opportunity to take care of him is a rarity. You can’t wait to show him how much you love him and care for him at this time.

You head into the kitchen and make him a cup of his favorite tea. You also grab some medication for him as well and head back to the bedroom.

He lays in bed sniffling and coughing and sneezing. His eyes are droopy and he looks pale. You notice a light sheen of sweat across his handsome face, making his dark hair stick to his forehead slightly. You love him more than anything, even like this.

You hand him the cup of tea and he offers you a meek smile in return. “Thank you, love.”

“Make sure you take these, too. They’ll help you feel so much better.” You gently drop the pills into his hand.

He finishes his tea and sets the empty cup on the bedside table, for now. You’ll get that later.

He lays his head on your chest, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

You almost laugh at how comical this is. He’s so cold and harsh towards the average person. Stoic and unbothered. But you, you’re his safe space. You’re the only person he ever has, and ever will, let his guard down around. Cho Sang-woo, a man who scoffs at anyone who he even suspects has a lower intellect than he, wants you to hold him and cradle him while he is sick. The effect you have on this man is unreal.

You playfully roll your eyes and wrap your arms around him. One of your hands finds its way to his hair as you stroke the dark strands lovingly. You gently and softly kiss his forehead once more. Within what seems to be seconds, he’s snoring.

You feel yourself getting tired again, too. Between his weight pressing down on you, the light snores and the steady pulse of his heart against yours, your eyelids sink comfortably.

You dream of more sick days. Not that you want him to be sick, more-so you want to spend entire days with your lover. You want to see this soft, almost helpless side of him more often. You don’t need to worry though, cus his heart is entirely yours. The emotional wall he’s built for years is crumbling down all because of you.

As for him, he’s dreaming of your homemade soup, your soft touch and your tender, lingering kisses. It’s early. You still have a whole entire sick day ahead of you.

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Ohhhh the maternal urge to care for a cold stoic character and shower them in love and affection😩Bahahahaha yk what I mean!!! Anyways hope you liked it, have a wonderful rest of your weekend everyone! -G🫶🤍

[voxslays]

ART DECO — CHO SANG-WOO

^ྀི Absolutely loves your voice, especially if you have a non-Korean accent. He will ask you about your day, just so you will rant and he can hear your voice for hours on end.

^ྀི On his rare days off, Sang-woo would take you the fanciest five star restaurants in all of Seoul. He would order whatever you want—Hell, he’d order the whole menu if you asked. Only the best for his girl.

^ྀི Definitely the type to want to move in together. After about a year of dating, he knows he wants to marry you. So when he finally convinces you to move in with him, he buys a fancy penthouse that you can share together.

^ྀི I’d like to think he’s a little more traditional than most men. Sang-Woo is the type to keep your picture in his wallet at all times. Maybe he even pulls it out and stares at your beautiful features when he’s bored.

^ྀི Gift-giving and acts of service are his love languages. Sang-woo isn’t always the best at expressing his feelings and emotions, although it is admittedly easier with you around—nor is he experienced in giving words of affirmation. But, through his gifts and actions, you can tell he cares.

A request for @jalicecookie

[angelseraphines]

i don’t know how many of you have seen alice in borderland, but i watched the show and the games are so well-done, however i do prefer squid game characters by a little so i wanted to write cho sang-woo x reader fanfictions set in the alice in borderland games!!

for those who haven’t seen alice in borderland, don’t worry, the games will be explained in the fanfictions, but i think sang-woo is such an interesting character that it would be fun to write him in them!! 😇

also would you prefer the other characters to be alice in borderland characters, squid game characters, or both?

[spideysl0ve]

 . 𔘓 ؛ ways of love

⇢ masterlist

⇢ pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

⇢ s1!seong gi-hun x reader, cho sang-woo x reader, kang sae-byeok x reader, abdul ali x reader

⇢ a/n: hiii, i'm back, sorry i was off for all this time, but everything has been too much lately but i'm better now soooo squid game headcanons ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

⇢ tw: fluff, not poly they’re separated, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary:  what are their love languages? 

🎰₊˚seong gi-hun·˚ 

₊he’s sooo sweet, he surely loves to cuddle with you, which will probably end up in him tickling you while you both giggle playfully.

₊expect a lot of pda, this man loves you and looooves to show he loves you, he will never shut up about you.

₊he would love to walk with you and his daughter in the park, maybe have a picnic there.

₊he didn't tell you when he got into the game, he didn't want you to know because he'd think you would think he was a loser and you would leave him </3

🔪₊˚cho sang-woo·˚ 

₊he’s more reserved, he actually doesn't like pda but will have his arm around your shoulder or waist, he likes to show that you're his and he's yours.

₊always having his scent around, the tobacco and cheap cologne that always lingers around him also follows you.

₊he will definitely try to take you to at least an elegant restaurant, he feels like you deserve it.

₊he probably lied to you about the games, just like he did with his mother, but it would be harder for him to it with you.

🧢₊˚kang sae-byeok·˚ 

₊she’s very private, i feel like nobody would know you two are dating except for his brother and a few more people like really close friends

₊SHE DEFINITELY HOLDS YOUR PINKY, i'm so sure she will walk just holding pinkies in such a gentle, sweet way.

₊she soooooo protective of you, always being around you, you low-key have scary dog privilege with her

₊she did tell you about the games, so that you took care of her brother, so you knew she wasn't coming back when gi-hun came as she asked him in the games </3.

🔵₊˚abdul ali·˚ 

₊sweetest man on earth, he's like a little puppy always around you all over you, kissing you and hugging you.

₊this man loves you and loves to show the world how he loves you, he will never shut up about you, is he's favorite topic.

₊he would definitely cook you as his love language, and he cooks soooooo fucking good.

₊he did tell you about the games, just that not so clearly, so you thought he had left you when he didn't came back <////3

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[catchastarorten]

—More than anything.

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x lover!fem!reader

Summary: You had supported him through everything, but when you fell sick, he couldn't save you because of debt, so he participated in the games. The blood, the violence, it was all worth it because it was all for you, but he still couldn’t save you, even after winning.

Warnings: angst, illness, death, grief/loss, mentions of violence, guilt/sacrifice, emotional distress, Sang-woo won the games in this au, english isn't my first language, mistakes should be present, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.9k

The first time you met Sang-woo, it was in the bustling hallways of Seoul National University, your books pressed against your chest as he nearly toppled over you in his haste. Apologies poured out of him, flustered but composed, but it was the soft smile that followed that made you pause. You didn’t know it then, but that clumsy encounter would change both of your lives forever.

From that moment, he had become everything to you. And soon enough, you realized you were everything to him too. Sang-woo was the kind of man who always seemed in control of himself. But with you, that cool demeanor softened. He would laugh more, touch your hand absentmindedly, watch you as if you were the only thing in the world worth looking at.

You supported each other through the tough years at university. His mind was brilliant—quick, sharp, and endlessly determined. It wasn’t hard to see why he was the pride of his family, the hope of his mother. He was going to do great things, you always believed that, and you reminded him every chance you got.

Sang-woo always spoke of a future where he’d be successful, where his mother would never have to work a day in her life again. And somewhere in that future—he said with a tentative smile—was you.

Years passed, and the challenges of adulthood crept in. Sang-woo’s ambitions, once so pure and noble, became entangled in desperation as he fell into debt. It started small—a few bad investments, a loan here and there, promises that he’d make it all back soon. But soon, the debts piled into something worse, a mess that loomed over both of your lives.

He had so much promise, so much potential, and you wanted to see him succeed. So when he started to falter—when the world wasn’t as kind, when the debts began to gather up, and his once-unshakable confidence began to fracture—you did what you thought any partner would do. You helped him.

You saw the way the guilt ate away at him. He tried to hide it, but you knew him too well.

“I’ll pay off this part for now,” you’d told him gently, holding the bank statement in your hand. He had stared at you, his expression tight, his hands gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white.

“No,” he had said firmly. “You’ve done enough. I should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around.”

But you didn’t care about that. You knew he felt ashamed, that his pride was bleeding, but you loved him too much to let him drown. “Sang-woo,” you whispered, reaching out to place your hand over his. “I’m doing this because I want to. Because I believe in you.”

He looked at you like you were his lifeline, the only light in his darkening world. He kissed your hand and said nothing more, but no matter how much you reassured him, the guilt lingered. He began to withdraw, the weight of his mistakes crushed him.

Then, as if the universe wasn’t cruel enough, you fell ill. It started with fatigue and a persistent ache in your chest. You brushed it off at first, telling yourself that it was just stress, but when the symptoms worsened, you finally went to the hospital.

The diagnosis was a gut punch. The doctors spoke in clinical terms, but all Sang-woo heard at the moment was that it was serious. You needed treatment, the treatment was possible, but expensive.

The hospital bills mounted quickly. You had always lived sparingly, but this was different. The treatment you needed was far beyond what either of you could afford, especially with Sang-woo already drowning in debt. You had tried to remain strong, tried to reassure him even when your body weakened and the days became harder to endure.

But Sang-woo wasn’t strong. At least not in the way you were. He didn't want to put up the pretense of having a "perfect" reputation anymore, he just wanted you.

One night, as you lay in your hospital bed, pale and shivering despite the blankets covering you, he dropped to his knees beside you. He gripped your hand so tightly it hurt, his head bowed, his shoulders shaking.

“I’ll get the money,” he said, his voice trembling with determination. “I’ll find a way. I promise.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him, and for the first time, you saw the man you loved falling apart. His face was gaunt, his eyes bloodshot, guilt and desperation consuming him.

“Sang-woo,” you whispered, your heart breaking for him. For both of you. “I’ll be okay... don’t do anything reckless.”

But he shook his head, his jaw set in that stubborn way you’d come to know so well. He pressed his lips to your forehead, a lingering, desperate kiss.

“I’ll come back,” he said. “With the money. Just hold on for me.”

You wanted to believe him, but as you watched him walk away, a part of you knew that he was heading down a dangerous path.

At first, you tried to think light. You thought he had simply left to clear his head. Maybe he was meeting someone to talk about loans or some other last-ditch effort to save you. But then the days turned into weeks, and Sang-woo didn’t return.

You tried calling him, but his phone went unanswered. You asked the nurses, his mother, even some of his old university friends, but no one had seen him. You didn’t know whether to be angry, scared, or heartbroken. All you knew was that he wasn’t here, and you were running out of time.

The nurses came and went, offering kind smiles and gentle reassurances, but it wasn’t enough. What you needed—what you wanted—was him, by your side.

You missed his voice, his laugh, the way he’d hold your hand and promise you that everything would be okay. You told yourself that he was out there fighting for you, but as the days stretched on, doubt began to creep in.

In your quieter moments, you wondered if he’d given up on you. If the burden had become too much and he just left without a trace. But deep down, you knew Sang-woo. You knew how much he loved you, how determined he could be. He’d find a way back to you. He had to.

In your final days, you thought about him often. You tried to convince yourself that he had a plan, that he would come rushing through the hospital doors at any moment with that look on his face, telling you everything was going to be okay, that you could heal properly now. But he didn’t.

Instead, you were left with an empty chair by your bedside, your heart aching with the absence of the man you loved more than anything in the world.

On the last night, you couldn’t fight the tears anymore. You whispered into the quiet room—“I just wish you were here.” Your voice cracked, and you closed your eyes, letting the exhaustion finally take over. You dreamed of him one last time—of the way he smiled when you first met, of his hand in yours, of the warmth that had once filled your life.

What you didn’t know—what you couldn’t know—was what Sang-woo was enduring.

He had entered the games through a salesman with a suitcase and a card with a number on the back. The games were a deadly competition where the stakes were higher than anything he’d ever faced. Life and death were decided in brutal, messed up versions of childhood games.

At first, he told himself he was doing it for you, for the money that could save your life. But as the games progressed, as blood stained his hands and the faces of those he’d sacrificed haunted his dreams, the lines began to blur.

How much of himself was he willing to lose to save you?

Every decision, every betrayal he made, weighed on him. He thought of you constantly, your smile a light in the darkness. When he felt the weight of his actions crushing him, he clung to the hope that he could still save you. That he could win, come back to you, and make everything right, no matter how exhausted he was, no matter how much pain he had to endure, it was all for you. Because how could he call himself a man—your man—if he couldn't even keep you by his side? If he couldn't even get the money to save you and have you in his arms again, healthy and full of life?

When Sang-woo finally emerged from the games, clutching the blood money that was counted from each of the lifeless bodies of the other players, he felt hollow. His actions, the lives he’d taken, the people he’d betrayed—all of it threatened to suffocate him. But he pushed it aside. None of it mattered now. All that mattered was you.

He rushed to the hospital, his heart pounding in his chest. He imagined the look on your face when he walked through the door, how you’d smile and tell him that he’d always been your hero. And for the first time since the games, he smiled. He smiled.

But when he reached your room, he froze, and everything inside him seemed to shatter.

You were still, too still. Your chest didn't rise or fall, your lips were pale, and your eyes—those eyes he had loved so much—were closed forever.

The nurse had pity in her eyes as she approached him. "I'm sorry... she passed away a few hours prior. We... we tried calling you, but..."

“No,” he choked out, he staggered to your bedside, falling to his knees onto the mattress of the bed, his hands reaching for you. “No, no, no… please, no…”

He pulled you into his arms, cradling your lifeless body as tears streamed down his face. “Wake up,” he begged, his voice breaking. “Please, wake up. I have the money now. I did it. I got it for you. You can get better now. Please, just… open your eyes.”

But you didn't. You couldn't.

“I got the money,” he whispered, tears falling from his eyes. “I have it. We can pay for your treatment now. You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay…”

Sang-woo's hand trembled as he cupped your face. Your skin was cold to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth he remembered. He pressed his forehead to yours, the card that contained all the prize money laid forgotten on the floor, a cruel reminder of what he had to sacrifice to save you—of the blood, the death, and the lives he had destroyed in those games. He had told himself it was all for you, that he could endure anything if it meant seeing you smile again. But now, as he held your cold body in his arms, he realized it had all been for nothing.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve been here. I should’ve stayed with you. I thought… I thought I could save you.”

He had done everything he could to save you, but in the end, it wasn’t enough. And now, he was left with nothing, because you had been his everything.

[ferrarifinnick]

THE WOLF | CHO SANG-WOO (PLAYER 218)

pairing: perv!sang-woo x fem!reader warnings: implied but undescribed smut, manipulation, sexual coercion, perversion, dark themes, age gap (legal! reader in early 20s), naïve reader, father figure as a manipulation tactic. word count: 0.9k

sang-woo sat on the edge of your bunk bed. he followed you back into the hall after the end of the first game, red light green light, without realising, so focussed on your little frame that trembled at every bark of the guards. even now he was towering over your little frame as he sat beside you. he settled into the silence between you. normally he enjoyed silence, but he didn’t want it with the pretty stranger he’d just taken an interest in.

but he didn’t take it personally. you’d each witnessed so many bullets pierce over half of the bodies you’d woken up in the hall with earlier this morning, so it wasn’t surprising that you weren’t feeling chipper.

he glanced down at your lap. your fidgeting hands were trembling, and he wondered if the blood on your skin was yours. he didn’t really care either way, but he wanted you to think he did. so he took your discarded jacket from under your lap and wiped your hands as clean as he could get them.

he didn’t want to stain his own jacket with the blood of strangers.

when he finished doting on you, he hooked your jacket over the side of the bed and only then did he notice the blood on his own hands. it certainly wasn’t his, so he quickly checked your head was still hung before wiping his palms on your jacket, too.

sang-woo then leaned back beside you.

“hey,” he said quietly, as if he didn’t care if you heard him.

you glanced up at him and his heart nearly split in two just like that. your pupils were blown wide, eyebrows knitted together with your bottom lip pouted out. “yes, mister?” he barely caught the squeak of your frightened little voice.

he didn’t fight the urge to scooch closer and wrap an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “it’s alright, it’s over now. you’re okay,” he cooed, heat rushing into your skin as he rubbed your arm comfortingly.

you immediately melted under his touch and clung onto his shirt, nestling impossibly closer. “i want to go home, sir. i want to see my mother,” you cried into his chest, and he held you tighter.

“you’ll see your mother soon.” he didn’t know why he promised you, only that he did. you relaxed into his touch further and he couldn’t help but add, “i’ve got you for now, til you get home to her safe.”

he worried why you pulled away from his embrace, but his nerves eased as you gazed into his eyes like he’d promised you the world. “really, sir? you’ll look after me?”

sang-woo swallowed the lump forming in his throat. he knew it was wrong, and he blinked and looked away to try to stop it, but all he could think about was you on your knees looking up at him like this. like your saviour. like your ticket out of this nightmare.

he steadied his breathing and glanced back at you. “i will,” he agreed, and wondered if you could sense the battle in his head. so he lied, and he didn’t know why, but he settled on easing any suspicion about his motives by telling you, “you remind me of my daughter.”

your eyes widened and you rested a hand on top of his. he looked down at your entwined fingers, his comically larger than yours.

“oh, sir,” you sighed sympathetically. “you must be really worried about her.”

sang woo nodded, a tight lipped smile forming to please your concern. “yes, i…” he sighed for effect, and continued. “i worry about her a lot,” he said, and glanced from your hands to your face. “if she were in these games, i’d want somebody to be looking out for her.”

the smile spread across your face slowly, lighting up your eyes and suddenly you were glowing. sang-woo thought you looked much more beautiful like this, like you weren’t traumatised.

“just like you’re looking out for me,” you finished his thought, squeezing his hands reassuringly, as if to say you’re such a good man.

but he wasn’t. sang-woo was anything but a good man. he knew it to be true because he didn’t even have a daughter, and if he did, he wouldn’t want her running into a man like him. a man who only wanted one thing.

sang-woo didn’t let himself dwell on what he was or wasn’t. he squeezed your hand and looked you in the eye, channeling all the warmth he could feign as he told you, “why don’t you share my bunk with me tonight? i worry what the men in the room might think to do to a young girl like you when it gets dark.”

if anyone else had said it, maybe you wouldn’t have agreed. maybe you wouldn’t have said, “that’s very kind of you, mister.” and maybe then you wouldn’t have been trapped under his body when the lights went out that night.

and maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be walking funny when the lights came on in the morning.

in every girl’s life, there comes a day where she learns that men with honeyed words are the ones to trust the least. but not you. the sweet words roll off sang-woo’s tongue like a river, and you drank every drop he gave you.

and every night, when the lights went off, you followed him into his bunk and believed him when he told you he only wanted to keep you safe from the dirty men in the bunks around you. that he was only making sure no man got any sick ideas about you. that he was only slipping himself inside your hole to distract you from your worries of the next games.

that he was only looking after you, just like he’d hope another man would do for his daughter.

i would let this man manipulate me any day of the week with PLEASURE !!! like, comment, and reblog please. love <3

[angeldiarybook]

𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

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

•��𝐮𝐭 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 𝐚��𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧

•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 𝐫𝐮𝐛 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 𝐰𝐡��𝐥𝐞 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 😔

[frombloodandfire]

Indigo [3]

A woman who tries to escape her past with no hope for the future, ends up on an unknown place playing childhood games to win. A man from her past happens to be there for the exact same reason. Will they escape their haunted pasts? Or they will end up dying in vain?

Warnings: heavy language, violence, depression, death

A/N: Frontman’s wife didn’t have a name so I named her! (flashbacks are written a bit differently!)

3.

The knock at my door startled me, the sound jolting through the quiet chaos of my room. I rushed to answer, the weight of my exhaustion following me to the threshold.

"Girl, you have to stop studying until this hour. Thank God you've got me to look after you!" Yoon-suh stood there, a bag of food in her hands. She gave me a mock scolding look before pushing the bag into mine. "I figured you'd forget to eat, so I brought reinforcements."

I blinked, the unexpected gesture momentarily disarming me. "You really came all this way... for this?"

"Well, not just this." Her voice softened as she stepped inside and sat on the edge of my bed. The air shifted before she even spoke again. "I'm leaving. The day after tomorrow."

The words hit me like a slap. I stared at her, frozen, then slowly sank down beside her. "You what?" My voice cracked with disbelief.

"I'm so sorry, Lyanna. I wanted to tell you earlier, but... everything happened so fast."

"But why?" My chest tightened as frustration bubbled up. "We said we'd spend half the year together before... before anything like this!"

"I know," she said, her tone tinged with guilt. "But there's been a change of plans. Family stuff. I'm heading back to Korea to finish my last year of high school. It's better for me. I miss home so much."

Her hand slid over mine, warm and steady. But I couldn't steady the ache growing in my chest. Yoon-suh wasn't just my best friend; she was my anchor. The first person I trusted. And now she was leaving.

"Don't worry, silly," she said, her voice teasing to lighten the mood. "We've got it all figured out. This time next year, we'll be in Seoul, celebrating your acceptance into university."

"Yeah, if I even pass..." I muttered, looking down at the scuffed floor.

"Shush! I said what I said." She squeezed my hand, her smile radiating pure confidence. "Don't get all melancholic at seventeen. What'll you do when you're thirty-five?"

I laughed—barely.

"Ly, you're the smartest person I know," she said, her tone more serious now. "If they don't pick you, then who will? You're meant for this."

Before I could respond, she pulled me up and wrapped her arms around me in one of her signature hugs. Tight, unshakable, like she could transfer her confidence to me.

"I'll see you in Seoul soon," she whispered, her voice soft but firm.

I clung to her, the words heavy in my throat. "I'll miss you..."

She stepped back and looked at me, her expression full of certainty. "I always miss you when I'm not with you, Ly."

And just like that, she was gone, leaving behind the lingering scent of kimchi stew and the bittersweet warmth of her words.

They were now in the main room, sitting on the cold, hard floor. Silence clung to the air, suffocating and relentless. Most of them were trembling, some crying quietly, holding their knees to their chests like lost children. She sat next to Gi-Hun and the man who had saved him, directly across from Sang-Woo. Since the game ended, no one had spoken; they just stared at the ground, as if looking up would force them to face the reality of their survival.

"Sang-Woo..." Gi-Hun finally broke the silence. "Thank you." He turned to the other man. "You two saved my life..."

Sang-Woo had saved her too, but she didn't say a word. She didn't want to talk to him. At least... not now.

"I'm glad you're alive," answered the man beside Gi-Hun, his voice heavy with sincerity.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the pink-suited soldiers entered the room. Those bastards. The man with the ddakji. She hated them all now. Every single one. If she could, she would kill them, make them feel even a fraction of the terror they had inflicted on her and everyone else.

"Congratulations on making it through the first game," the square-masked soldier said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Here are the results. Out of 456 players, 255 players were eliminated. 201 players have completed the first game."

Gasps echoed across the room. Two hundred and fifty-five people dead... for nothing? For a stupid game? These were human beings with lives, families, dreams. And they were slaughtered during a game?

A woman stumbled to the center of the room and screamed, "Sir! Forgive me! I will pay off my debts no matter what. I will pay back at all costs..." She collapsed to her knees, sobbing. "I have... a child. I haven't even named my baby yet, so I couldn't register the baby's birth. Please, let me live!"

Her cries sparked a chain reaction. Others joined her, begging and pleading with the soldiers for their right to live. Lyanna stood still, watching them, her stomach twisting.

"There must be a misunderstanding," the square-masked man continued, unfazed. "We are not here to harm you or collect your debts. Let me remind you: we are presenting you with an opportunity."

"An opportunity? You call this an opportunity?" a man shouted, his voice filled with rage. "You make us play a children's game, then kill us. How is this an opportunity?"

"We may be in debt, but that doesn't mean we deserve to die!"

"This is just a game," the square soldier explained. "They were eliminated for breaking the rules of the game. As long as you follow the rules, you will safely exit this place with the promised prize money."

Chaos erupted as the players shouted and demanded to leave. Fear and anger swirled in the room like a storm.

She thought about the clauses they'd agreed to before this nightmare began.

"Clause One: A player is not allowed to voluntarily quit the games."

But no one cared. They threatened to call the police, their desperation rising. The square guard fired a shot into the air, silencing the room instantly. Everyone dropped to their knees except for her and Sang-Woo.

"Clause Two," the soldier continued, his voice calm but chilling, "A player who refuses to play will be eliminated."

Yeah, but what about Clause Three? She remembered it clearly.

In the suffocating silence, Sang-Woo's voice rang out. "Clause Three of the consent form: The games may be terminated upon a majority vote. Is that correct?" He stepped forward.

Classic Sang-Woo, always paying attention to the rules. She remembered the clause too but said nothing, clinging to the sliver of hope it offered.

"That is correct," the soldier said.

"Then let us take a vote. If the majority wishes to quit, you will have to let us go."

"As you wish," the square soldier agreed. "But before we vote... we will reveal the prize amount from the first game."

A giant piggy bank descended from the ceiling, and stacks of money tumbled into it. Her eyes, along with everyone else's, were drawn upward, watching the bloodstained cash fall like a cruel rain.

"Each player is worth 100 million won," the soldier announced. "A current total of 25.5 billion won has been accumulated in the piggy bank. If you quit the games now, the 25.5 billion won will be sent to the families of the eliminated players—100 million each. However, all of you will return home empty-handed."

Her stomach churned. 25.5 billion. Enough not just to pay off her debts but to leave this wretched country behind. To start fresh somewhere far away.

The begging woman spoke again. "Excuse me, if we make it through all six games... how much do we get?"

"There are 456 players," the soldier said. "The total is 45.6 billion won."

The announcement hung in the air like a spell. The vote began. They brought out a large box with two buttons: green for "Yes" to continue and red for "No" to quit.

The players stepped forward one by one. Gi-Hun voted first: red. No.

Then 453: green. Yes.

The votes came in, one after another. Red was leading until Sang-Woo.

Green. Yes.

Her jaw tightened. What the hell was he thinking? He had invoked Clause Three, given them hope and now he chose money over survival? She wanted to scream at him, but she didn't.

The votes continued. Green started winning. Tensions escalated as players argued and shouted, their desperation consuming them.

Finally, it was her turn. She felt Sang-Woo's eyes on her. She always could. For a moment, she hesitated. This could be her second chance, her escape. Or it could send her straight to her death.

Red. No.

Her vote tied the numbers.

The final vote came down to Player 001, the elderly man. He pressed the red button.

The "No's" had it.

Cheers erupted from those who wanted to leave, but she didn't join them. She stood motionless, her thoughts spiraling. What could her life have been with that money? Gi-Hun shook her arm, snapping her back to reality.

"If the majority of you wish to participate again," the square soldier warned, "we will resume the games. Goodbye, then."

Smoke filled the room before she could process his words. It clawed at her senses, dragging her into unconsciousness.

The next time she opened her eyes, she was half-naked, lying in the middle of a street with an eye mask on. The cold bit into her skin as disorientation clouded her mind.

"Fuck. Can someone untie me?" she groaned, wriggling against the bindings on her wrists.

"Lyanna?"

That voice. From all the people, it had to be him?

"Yes, it's me. Can you reach me?" she asked, her voice edged with frustration.

"Me too, sir, if you can!" came another voice, the man who had saved Gi-Hun earlier.

Sang-Woo freed her first, handing her clothes back with averted eyes, his movements respectful. She dressed quickly as he worked on untying the other man.

Why was he suddenly so considerate? Hours ago, he was ready to gamble with their lives in a death game.

"Sir, where are we?" the other man asked as he rubbed his freed wrists.

Sang-Woo glanced around, his sharp eyes scanning their surroundings. "Yeouido."

"Where exactly is Yeouido?"

"In the center of Seoul," Sang-Woo replied curtly.

"Do you have a phone, sir? Or miss? I want to make one call. Just one."

"Let me..." she offered, fumbling for her phone. She groaned. "Shit, I have no battery. Could my day get any worse?"

Sang-Woo pulled out his phone, but it refused to turn on. Of course.

While Sang-Woo headed into a local store to fix his phone, she and the other man sat near the corner, eating steaming bowls of ramyeon. The food did little to warm the cold knot in her chest.

Sang-Woo gave his phone to the man and he went to the other side of the store to speak. It was just the two of them now, her and Sang-Woo, after years apart. She tried not to look at him, but her resolve wavered. Finally, she glanced his way, only to find him already staring.

They held each other's gaze in silence, unspoken words thick in the air. She broke first, finishing her food in a rush and stepping outside. She couldn't handle it, not after years of trying to bury the past.

But he followed her. He lit a cigarette, the small glow a weak beacon in the dim night. It was their old habit. Whenever life fell apart, they'd share a smoke or ten, inhaling poison like it might cure the ache.

"Thank you, sir." the other man said, bowing politely. "Goodbye to both of you!"

"Wait," Sang-Woo called out, his voice firm. "Do you have money for the bus?"

"Sorry?"

"You said you live in Ansan. You couldn't even pay for the ramyeon. Do you have money for the bus?"

"I don't have money. I'll walk."

"There's no way you can walk all the way there. Forget about it!" she said, reaching for her wallet.

But Sang-Woo was faster. "Wait a bit and then take the bus." He handed the man some cash.

"I can't. I have no money. I can't pay you back."

"I won't ask you to. Just take it."

She stared at Sang-Woo, stunned. The kindness in his gesture reminded her of the man she used to know. The one who always wanted to help, even when he was drowning in his own mess. Why now? Why with a stranger?

"Thank you, sir!"

"I'm not your sir. Stop calling me that..."

"I'm sorry. Thank you."

"Take care." she said quietly as the man walked away, clutching the money like it was salvation.

She turned to Sang-Woo, her steps hesitant.

"You've changed..." he said after a while.

"You haven't," she shot back, a little too sharp.

That made him stop. He turned to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Haven't I?"

She met his gaze, refusing to back down. "The Sang-Woo I knew wouldn't have risked his life for money. At least the old one."

"And the Lyanna I knew wouldn't have let herself get in debt." he countered, his voice low.

Her breath hitched. He wasn't wrong, but the words stung anyway. She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her emotions in check.

"I had no choice," she murmured.

"Neither did I." he stopped talking for a while. They kept walking, the distance between them shrinking with every step. The night air was cool against her skin, but she felt flushed, her chest tight with emotions she couldn't name.

"Where do you live?" he finally asked.

"I didn't move." she answered.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"I think I remember how to walk now, thanks."

"I'm talking about your safety."

"Why do you care?" She stopped and stared at him, her voice sharp. That question hit him harder than he expected. He opened his mouth to answer, but she cut him off. "You saved me in the game. And I'm grateful, but why?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Sang-Woo..."

"It's too late for this conversation. Maybe another day..."

"Another day? What another day? In prison? At our funerals? When?"

Her words stabbed at him, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Why are you in debt, Lyanna? You were the most logical person I knew. What were you doing in the games in general?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Fine. Neither do I."

"Always stubborn, aren't you?"

He stopped again and turned to face her. The frustration in his voice gave way to something softer, something more vulnerable. "Seriously? Stubborn? I asked if you wanted help. You don't? That's fine. Let's just go back to our miserable lives. Don't tell me anything about it. It's not like we'll meet again..."

"Yoon-Suh was sick. Very sick. And with a child," she admitted, her tone serious. "In-Ho didn't have the money, and we all searched for a way. One day, he disappeared. We couldn't reach him, and her condition got worse. I panicked and got scammed because I tried to find the moeny to save her. I lost both my best friend and all the money I had. That happened one year after you left."

Sang-Woo felt like the ground had shifted beneath him, his expression unreadable. She was alone. For years, she'd faced loss after loss, with no one to comfort her, no one to share the burden.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Sorry doesn't fix anything, but its my miserable life anyway..."

He hesitated, then reached out, his hand hovering near hers. She stared at it, her breath catching in her throat. "I know," he said. "But it's all I have."

For a moment, she considered pulling away, letting the distance between them grow again. But then her hand moved, almost of its own accord, brushing against his.

It was such a small thing, barely a touch, but it felt like a lifeline.

They stood there in the middle of the empty street, the city lights casting a soft glow around them. Neither of them spoke, the silence between them filled with everything they couldn't say.

"So I guess our paths end here?" he hated the sound of it.

She would curse herself later for asking this but had no choice. She couldn't walk home alone in the dead of night. "Would you... would you mind walking home with me?"

And that's what they did. The two of them retraced a familiar path, the same one they'd walked together so many times, fifteen years ago.

The city lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows. They didn't speak again, the silence between them filled with memories and regret. Sang-Woo carried the weight of changing her true colors ever since he left her, how he failed her, while she clung to the dreams she'd never have.

As they approached her building, she paused, turning to face him. "Thanks for walking me home," she said, her voice quieter now.

He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Anytime."

She hesitated, then reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Sang-Woo... I mean it. Thank you."

He looked down at her hand, then back up at her, his eyes dark and searching. "Take care of yourself, Lyanna."

"You too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she stepped inside, she glanced back one last time. He was still there, watching her, his figure framed by the dim light of the streetlamp. The weight of her words pressed down on him, heavier than ever, thinking if this was really their last meeting ever, or maybe a second chance for a ruined past.

My father had died. Six days later, the results of my exams came in.

I couldn't get out of bed. My world felt like it had caved in, swallowing every shred of energy I had left. The house was silent, empty, and cold. There was no one to take care of me, no one to take care of the house. But I had to know. This was supposed to be my way out, my one chance to climb out of this suffocating darkness.

With trembling hands, I forced myself up and dragged my feet to the mailbox outside the house. My breath fogged in the cold air, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at the box as if it were some joke.

Among the condolences and formal letters offering pity, I saw it—a thick envelope, the kind that screamed "good news."

I held it in my hands, my heartbeat racing.

University of Seoul.

I tore it open, barely able to breathe.

I got in.

I fucking got in.

My knees buckled, but I managed to stumble back into the house, clutching the letter like a lifeline. The tears welled up before I could stop them, but I didn't care. My fingers fumbled to pick up the phone, and I dialed the number that had been etched into my heart since I was seven.

"I GOT IN!" I screamed, my voice cracking.

"YOU ACTUALLY DID?" Yoon-Suh's voice erupted from the other end, her excitement spilling over in a flurry of joyous words. "I KNEW you could! Oh my god, Lyanna, I'm so happy for you. I'll finally see you again—I'm so, so proud!"

She was crying. I could hear it in the way her voice wavered, in the way she tried to steady herself.

"Start packing and come here as soon as you can," she continued, her words rushing out as though she couldn't say them fast enough. "You're perfect—your Korean is flawless, you're the perfect student, and now you've got the perfect opportunity. Forget everything there. You'll make a new start. You'll see, you'll fall in love with Seoul."

"I can't even talk—" My voice caught in my throat. "I just—I just wanted to tell you as soon as I read it."

"See you soon, love!" she said, her laughter mixing with her tears, and then the line went dead.

I stood there for a moment, the phone still pressed to my ear, as the reality began to sink in.

I was finally making my dream come true.

University. A new start. Opportunities. Seoul—a city Yoon-Suh had painted in my mind like a living dream since we were children. A language I'd poured myself into learning because I'd wanted to be there, to live there, ever since she came into my life.

But then my gaze fell on the stack of condolence letters I'd left on the table.

And I remembered.

I remembered how much my father had wanted to see me in university. How he had believed in me, supported me. How, in his last days, I had been too busy—too consumed by studying—to be with him.

The letter crumpled in my hands as a sob tore through my chest.

I cried for him, for the loss that would never stop aching. But amid the grief, a small, fragile seed of happiness bloomed.

This dream was his dream too.

And I promised myself I wouldn't let it slip away.

[forchosangwoo]

— relationship w cho sangwoo ☆ sfw + nsfw headcannons

warnings : mdni, nsfw notes : first time writing headcannons on this account! hope yall like it and that no one thinks its really bad TT feel free to leave feedback <3 this is written with a female reader in mind but all genders are welcome!!

SFW . . . !

he'd love to take you to expensive or nice restaurants on his day offs.

he'd give you lots of gifts rather than words of affection since he has trouble expressing his feelings to anyone.

he'd would cuddle you after he finishes his work. he'd kiss your forehead and run his hands through his hair as you drift to sleep.

if you were cooking something for dinner, he'd come and help you.

he'd love to hold your hand or waist in public, making sure everyone knows you're his.

when someone else starts flirting with you, he'd get super jealous. he'd give them a glare and pull you closer to himself.

if he's away from home, he'd send you "good morning" and "good night" texts to you everyday.

he'd be the bigger spoon when cuddling in bed.

he'd have a picture of you in his wallet and on his phone wallpaper. he'd smile every time he sees it.

he trusts you a lot and would slowly start opening up to you about his problems but would still be careful to not burden you.

he would love to listen to your yapping.

he'd always let you pick a movie to watch together and he'd end up watching you instead of the movie.

he'd ask you questions about your interests just so he could hear you talk more. he finds it cute.

when you compliment him, he smile to himself and defend himself humbly. however, eventually he would give in and start teasing you back.

he'd love to shower with you together and help wash your hair.

NSFW . . . !

he'd give you LOTS of praise but mostly "good girl".

he definitely prefers being dom but would try out being sub if you wanted him to since he loves you.

he'd start soft and gentle but then start becoming rougher and rougher until you begin to cry out.

he'd love hearing you being vocal and reacting to his touch.

he'd make sure not to overstimulate you and be careful to not cause you any pain.

he'd collapse on top of you as he cums onto your stomach and kisses your neck.

he'd prefer to receive oral since he loves playing with your hair as you pleasure him, although of course he also loves to eat you out and pleasure you too.

he'd give the BEST after care. every time he'd make sure to clean you and everything up and shower you with love. he'd whisper sweet and affectionate words to you before falling asleep while holding each other close.

Thank you so much for reading! More coming soon . . ?

[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😔

[k1mbe3rly]

pls do cho sangwoo twt links

since you asked so nicely 😘

Cho Sangwoo twitter links

thrusting up into you

sitting on his face

tying and blindfolding him

making the bed shake

fucking you thru your panties

floor sex

breeding you

giving you what you want

getting your brains fucked out

There’s always time for more

[sensationallysangwoo]

𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢, 𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢: 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎!𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙲𝚑𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 he 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚐-𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

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🤍𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃. 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸. 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙 (𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝), 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢/𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐🤍

🤍𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @trashk1tty , @torasgfreal , @dilfismz , @pulparindos , @reddead-salem . 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 @reddead-salem 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝/𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!🤍

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You stand in front of your mirror in yours and Sang-woo’s shared bedroom. Tugging at your shirt collar, you are more than ready to get into your PJ’s for the night.

Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you’re unhappy with what you see. You tend to put yourself under a metaphorical microscope quite often. There’s a flaw here, a flaw here, a flaw there. You can barely look at yourself without nitpicking something. You often think to yourself, “Why did Sang-woo even choose me to be his girlfriend? There’s so many other beautiful girls out there in the world.”

It didn’t help when this afternoon you ran Sang-woo’s lunch to him at the office and you couldn’t help but notice his female coworkers, so beautiful and polished in their business attire. “He could’ve easily settled for one of them.” You thought to yourself. Seeing them makes your stomach drop like you’re on a rollercoaster. Your anxiety gets the best of you and you imagine them making him laugh, flirting with him and putting on a show to get his attention. The pit in your stomach grows stronger.

You curl up in bed and look at your phone for a little before you hear Sang-woo’s heavy footsteps trudging up the stairs. He walks in the bedroom, flashing his beautiful smile at you.

“Hello my love. I’ve missed you so much today. What’s my princess up to right now hm?” He leans down and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he notices you are not your usual chipper self. One thing about Sang-woo is that he can read you like a damn book.

He kneels down on the floor next to the bed so he is eye level with you. “Something is bothering you princess. I know it. Will you tell me please?” His tone is sweet and gentle with you. It always is.

He grabs your hand softly and interlocks your fingers with his as he studies your face, trying to so hard to predict your response.

“Sang-woo….” You start. You try to continue speaking but your throat chokes up and you feel tears well up in the corners of your eyes.

“I just….I feel so…this is embarrassing. I can’t say it.” You stammer. Sang-woo gently cups your face in his hand, stroking your soft cheek and wiping away your tears. “My darling…we have been together for 4 years…you can tell me anything and I will never ever judge you. You know I love you.”

“I feel ugly Sang-woo, okay? You’re so handsome and perfect and I know you can go get any other woman you want. Why are you even with me? I see those women you work with. They’re practically models.”

Sang-woo’s gaze softens a little and he tilts your chin up to look at him. “My dear, I love every part of you. Every single part of your body. I love your mind. Your soul. Your personality. I love you from head to toe, princess. We have spent 4 perfect years together and you’ve made me the happiest man on this planet. I want to spend forever with you, dear. No other woman has what you have and I promise you that.”

You smile softy and sniffle. You know Sang-woo loves you truly and he practically worships the ground you walk on. He’s obsessed with you. It blows his mind that you, a sexy, beautiful younger woman, even bothered to look in his direction 4 years ago.

Yes, your anxiety and intrusive thoughts get the best of you sometimes, but reassurance and extra love from him is all you need to bounce back.

“Thank you so much sweetheart. I feel better.”

“You better believe me darling. I’ll show you how much I love your body, okay? Do you allow me?”

“Of course.”

He crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you gently and softly. Slowly, he slips his tongue in your mouth and you feel shockwaves being sent to your pussy from just this alone.

His hands grab onto your waist and he pulls you onto his lap. You’re now deeply making out with him, sucking on his tongue and tangling your fingers in his hair. You feel his clothed bulge pressed up against your own heat and it drives you wild.

Sang-woo moves down to kiss your neck, gently biting and sucking as you let out small noises. Every noise you make just makes him harder and harder. He loves hearing you squeal and squeak and moan. He thinks it’s adorable.

He gently removes your shirt, then your bra, and he trails his hands up and down your body.

“Princess…look at yourself. Look at this body of yours. So, so beautiful. All mine, too.” He places soft, barely-there kisses down your chest and stomach. He tugs off your pants and gently rubs his thumb over your panties, causing you to slightly jump at the sudden pressure on your clit.

You gasp and grind into his touch. “Ah ah princess. Relax. Let me do all the work.” He slides your panties down, revealing your soaking pussy. Absolutely sopping wet from all the sensual touches given to you by your handsome boyfriend.

His warm, wet tongue flicks over your clit and your legs twitch involuntarily, eliciting a chuckle from him. He continues to gently lap at your clit while looking up at you, once again interlocking his hand with yours.

Your insides are on fire. Deep, deep lust fills your stomach and you just wanna fuck his face til you squirt. But alas, you need to lay back and relax as per Sang-woo’s request.

“You taste so sweet, darling. I love watching you squirm. What about if I do this?” He says before jamming his tongue directly into your hole. You squeal out a moan. He’s holding your thighs down as hard as he can while your hand found its way into his hair.

You look down at the beautiful sight of Sang-woo, plunging his tongue in and out of you, looking up at you, eyes full of lust and love. You feel your first orgasm approaching. Suddenly he slams 2 fingers into you as well, your walls clenching around them as his tongue works at your clit. Your stomach tightens and the head rush ensues. You’ve soaked his face with your juices.

You’re panting, gasping, letting out breathy moans as Sang-woo cleans you up with his tongue. He gets on top of you and deeply kisses you allowing you to taste yourself. “My beautiful beautiful princess…can I fuck you now hm? You want it? Let me make you feel good my love.”

“Yes please fuck me Sang-woo. Please. Show me how much you love me.”

He teasingly rubs his tip at your entrance, causing you to blush bright red and moan out in response. “I want it so bad please.” You practically beg him. He smiles coyly before slowly sliding himself into you. You immediately feel your eyes roll back at the feeling of fullness.

He slowly thrusts his hips, causing you to squeak and moan with each prod of your G-spot. He fits into you so perfectly that you wish he could just be inside you all the time.

He fucks you slowly, gently, teasingly, watching your every expression, soaking in every sound you’re making under him. He gently grabs your cheek with one of his large hands.

“Look at me. Look at me, my love. Look into my eyes while I fuck you.”

Your eyes are half open as he begins to pound you faster and harder. “My beautiful girl. Taking my dick like such a good good girl. You look like a goddess right now.”

He leans down and kisses you deeply as he fucks you. “Sang-woo” you moan into his mouth.

He slides his dick completely out of you, leaving your pussy on fire. “Who do you belong to baby? Are you mine? I want you to say it.”

“I’m yours Sang-woo. Just please…ahhh…please…I’m yours…just fuck fuck me some more please.” You whine pathetically.

He chuckles deeply before slamming his whole length into you all at once. You scream at the top of your lungs. You’re certain the neighbors can hear.

“Good girl…”

He’s pounding you harder than ever now. The sound of skin on skin and juices sloshing fills the room as well as your lewd screams and Sang-woo’s breathy moans.

The muscles in your stomach tighten. Your walls clench around him. Your vision goes white as you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before. Sang-woo’s cumming too. He throws his head back and moans out your name as he grips your hips so hard you know there will be bruises later. He fills you to the brim with his cum. The warmth seeps out of your hole, onto your thighs, and you feel way happier than you did an hour ago.

Sang-woo slides out of you and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder like it’s nothing. “SANG-WOO!!” You half scream half laugh.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up, my love.”

Sang-woo runs a shower for you both. You get in with him and slowly wrap your arms around his torso. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close.

He presses his forehead against yours. “That was fucking amazing darling. Just promise me one thing yeah?”

“What?”

“Don’t you ever think you are not enough, my pretty girl. You saw how worked up you got me! Really through princess. You’re beautiful inside and out. I love you.” He kisses you deeply once more, and you relish in this feeling. Hot water against your skin, Sang-woo’s body pressed up against yours, post orgasm, being told you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“I love you too Sang-woo and I promise, l’ll love myself, too.”

“That’s my girl.”

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Well there ya’ll go!! I can’t get enough of Sang-woo and I fucking love writing for him. Now onto da next request!! Next one will be a shower fluff with Sang-woo also requested by @reddead-salem!! Sorry if he’s a little ooc, I just think in an AU where there’s no games and Sang-woo’s financially stable he’d be a lot happier ofc. Aaaannyways see ya in the next fic!!! ✌️🤍

[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

[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! 🤍