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ೃ⁀➷ 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! 🤍

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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

•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 ��𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧

•𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 ��𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥

•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 𝐡𝐨��𝐞

•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 ��𝐚𝐧𝐝 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 😔

[taasgirl]

Can you write something about reader being trent alexander-arnold’s girlfriend and her also being a player for englands womens team? Xx

player / trent alexander arnold

omg i'm so sorry this took so long, i was on a school grind

summary: trent and y/n are in a relationship, with the two of them being professional ballers.

liked by trentarnold66, arsenal, lottewubbenmoy, and 26, 883 others ynusername North London Forever ❤️🤍

katiemccabe Fav gooner x

bukayosaka Looking fresh y/n

trentarnold66 cutie

user53023 I LOVE THEM

liked by user78492, user99384, user66381, and 452 others user54384 i think we as a society moved on too quickly from this interview

user88402 now if y/n and trent weren't a couple...

trentarnold66 Watch what you say missy

user60827 HAHAHAHAH HE'S GOLD

trentarnold66 i think they're sitting too close

liked by lionesses, jackgrealish, masonmount, and 752, 832 others england Who's ready for our upcoming games? Your Three Lions take on Australia tomorrow night!

ynusername omg trent sort out the hair mate

tyronemings Hate to agree with her but @ trentarnold66 you're in need of a fix up

user65183 Is bukayo keeping it 🍋 ?

liked by alessiarusso, ellatoone, jackgrelish, and 10, 348 others ynprivate this could be me but @ trentarnold66 is really shit at football

trentarnold66 and who lost a world cup final?

trentarnold66 also pls dont distract me before a match xx

ynprivate don't act like you get game time...

user68304 I'M DYING WHY ARE THEY SUCH A SILLY COUPLE

maryearps I guess we'll just have to win one so he can be a wag

liked by johnstones, bukayosaka, ynusername, and 222, 730 others trentarnold66 A big game and a big win. Onto the next 💪

jackgrealish Fav scouser

ynusername stop looking so hot when you play.

user69203 prime trent incoming

liked by liawaelti, lucybronze, jackgrealish, and 326, 837 others ynusername trent is my valentine ❤️

trentarnold66 awwww kys.

trentarnold66 Keep your top on

ynusername not what you said last night mate

bukayosaka oh my days trent...

liked by user67394, user99302, user52734, and 213 others username44291 y/n at the euros is gonna do it for me every. single. time.

trentarnold66 She's so beautiful

user52931 careful trent, i might take your girl omg

liked by bukayosaka, katiemccabe, liawaelti, and 632, 837 others arsenal Staples to our club, Gooners through and through.

trentarnold66 y/n to liverpool @ fabrizioromano?

fabrizioromano Not happening Trent.

bukayosaka ❤️🤍

liked by trentarnold66, jackgrealish, maryearps1, and 11, 218 others ynprivate OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD. i'm so in love with this man it's insane

user35701 those arms - what if i squirt

trentarnold66 oh! thats not...

jackgrealish trent the cutie awwww

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liked by caitlinfoord, lewismiller, dominikszoboslai, and 32, 874 others ynprivate every hot couple has a cheap copy

romeobeckham this is gold

trentarnold66 I am in no way affiliated with this statement

ynprivate you told me to post it

trentarnold66 That's a shocking photo of us two

liked by samkerr1, declanrice, lucybronze, and 211, 703 others arsenal Rate this duo 1-10

user51938 1000000

declanrice Solid 4/10

ynusername can u stfu

trentarnold66 hahahhaha pls delete this.

liked by ynusername, jordannobbs, maryfowler, and 376, 975 others trentarnold66 Happy Birthday to the most unbelievably beautiful woman I've ever met. You're my world, my absolute everything; and I know I'd be nowhere if I didn't have you nagging me for the past decade. You're so so strong, and so incredible. I truly have no idea of what I've done to deserve you.

To more memories, trophies, and hopefully some much smaller football boots.

I love you Y/N.

bukayosaka Happy Birthday Y/N!

ynusername this may just be the most beautiful thing i've ever read

lucybronze no sorry trent. no babies for a while please

keirawalsh I second this

ynusername no babies for a loooooong time

hehe thank you for reading, send me more submissions of what/who you wanna see, i'm open to everyone (even women ballers!!).

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙲𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷

description: In which megan finnigan and her best friend have long running crushes... on each other

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megan finnigan x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously, i am in no way saying megan is bi-sexual or gay!

warnings: language, cuteness - like so much, mutual pining

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username3: OMGGGGGGG 😍😍

username4: jesus god bless! 🔥🔥

clarewheelerr: omg y/n you're so hottttt 🔥

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y/n: guess i learnt it from youuuuuu 🔥

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clarewheelerr: flirt

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y/n: only for you! ☺️

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username5: bestie goals omg 🥹

meganfinnigan1: you're so gorgeous x

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Megan winced as another harsh tackle was done against y/n, the girl falling down painfully but springing up, as soon as she was back on her feet y/n had repossessed the ball.

Once she had done that, she sent it through, the ball being recieved and the goal which came from it making Megan cheer excitedly as she ran at y/n instead of Toni who had scored.

The two met in a hug, Megan whispering into her hair at how well she was holding up against the harsh tackles. The crowd cheered at the sight of the two 'friends'.

The game continued and Aston Villa had managed to get a corner, and considering the current 2-0 defeat they were playing, they were scrambling for a goal just before half time.

y/n stayed near Rachel Daly, a woman she was very close with due to England camps and having been taken under the wing of Millie and Rachel when she was first selected as a frightened 18 year old.

The ball was kicked and y/n tracked Rachel and jumped with her, however, as Rachel flicked her head at the ball y/n found herself in the blonde's way.

Rachel's head connected with her own, hurting the latter much more than the former, y/n's body hit the ground painfully, her wrist being the only thing stopping her.

y/n shouted in pain as Megan booted the ball away and out of play quickly, both her and Rachel rushing to the concussed and sprained girl on the floor.

"Ow." y/n breathed, tears flowing down her face from the pain as Rachel brushed her hand through the girl's hair, apologies rushing from her mouth.

"It's okay, Rach." y/n promised as her medics got to her, wanting to check the Villa player as well.

Rachel sighed but pressed a kiss to y/n's head and followed her medics off the pitch to be checked as the Everton medics finally set down next to y/n.

"It hurts Meg." y/n whispered to the girl who was brushing a hand over her hair calmingly.

The medics confirmed it was a rough sprain on her right wrist as they set to work with bandaging it as y/n winced it pain, Megan wiping her few tears.

"I know baby, but be strong, yeah?" Megan whispered. "You're so strong my girl." She adds as the medics checked her for a concussion, y/n wincing at the light in her eyes.

The minor concussion was confirmed and Megan helped y/n up, walking her off the pitch as the crowd cheered for her. Megan pressed her lips to y/n's cheek and passed her to the other medical staff.

Running back to the pitch as y/n's sub ran on, Megan looked back at the body of her 'best friend' being helped back into the tunnel and sighed, running a worried hand down her face.

It was clear to everyone on that pitch, in the stands and watching that the worry Megan was feeling was far more than the one felt for a friend, it was one felt for a lover.

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username1: awwwwwwwwwww

username2: PLEASE just date already 😩😩

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username3: right??? Megan's reaction when she hit the floor says everything we need to know! 🥺🥺

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username4: It is so obvious as well 🙄🥰

clarewheelerr: not a surprise really, has to much energy for her own good!

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y/n: 🥰🥰

y/n: I am fine thank you! No use to your useless nursing skills!

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meganfinnigan1: I am a great nurse thank you!

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y/n: you ignored me sat on your sofa for like an hour?

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meganfinnigan1: AnD YOUR REACTION WAS TO BITE ME?????

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y/n: yes

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username5: hahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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username6: 😭😭

racheldaly3: glad you're okay mini! Sorry again!

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y/n: No worries rach! Love ya! ❤️

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racheldaly3: ❤️

mbrighty04: Glad you're okay! We need you this international break!

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y/n: me yeahh I'm fine !!!! 😊

stanwaygeorgia: You fell so ungracefully btw

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y/n: istg stanway I'll fight you 😤

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lucybronze: she'll win as well mate 🫣

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stanwaygeorgia: i didn't mean it I'm sorry! 🫨

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keirawalsh: she's mini but violent... 🫢

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y/n: I gotta lot of pent up rage ! 😡

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leahwilliamsonn: pumpkin, no fighting your international teammates.

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y/n: aww ☹️

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Megan sat a little closer to y/n than she was before, the dirty blonde trying to wrap her arm around y/n's shoulders. Trying to convince herself that it was what best friends do.

y/n seemingly didn't noticed, too engrossed in 'How to train your Dragon' to see Megan's conflict and she shuffled closer to her best friend and sunk onto her shoulder, finding comfort in Megan's constant warmth.

y/n's body shuffled again and she was practically in Megan's lap before the girl got the hint and tugged her onto her crossed legs, y/n sighing happily as she rested on Megan's shoulder.

It was quiet for a bit, y/n's eyes glued to the screen and Megan's just above it as she tried to stop her beating heat at y/n's proximity. Eventually Megan sighed.

"What is it Meg?" y/n asked, pausing the movie and moving to clamber off Megan, but the dirty blonde kept her there with strong hands.

"I think I'm in love with you." Megan said.

y/n paused, her entire body tensing on Megan's lap as she tried to wonder if she had heard the statement correctly or if she was just wishful thinking herself into this situation.

"Seeing you go down today, my heart was in my throat, the idea that you were hurt, well it hurt me." Megan says quietly, as if she was talking to herself rather than y/n, discovering this about herself.

y/n watched Megan from the side of her face the girl not looking at her as in her mind she was there wrecking their friendship.

"And I know we're best friends, but I am probably in love with you, and I don't think that is going to change." Megan finishes and she finally faces y/n.

The wide eyes staring back at Megan frightens her and she opens her mouth to start an excuse train, but y/n is too quick, she pushes forward and collides their lips.

It is a messy first kiss, desperate, deep, illuminated by the movie on the background, orchestrated with the growls of Toothless the dragon, but for the two it couldn't have been more perfect.

And as the two pulled away, Megan tucked a strand of soft hair behind y/n's ear, relieved she felt the same, and couldn't help but softly place her lips against y/n's soft ones once more.

"I've been falling in love with the second I met you. Good of ya to finally catch on Meg." y/n whispers and the girl giggles, before pulling y/n back in for another breath-stealing kiss.

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ON FIRE TONIGHT !!

also another cute one :))))) xoxoxo

[barnxsromanxff]

would any writers want to collab on a write with me? preferably currently sangwoo cause that’s my obsession rn but maybe later on something for marvel! dm me or reply to this post and let me know<3

i’m always open to collaborate on ideas as well as help anyone with their writing! just ask and if totally open.

[24hlevi]

Parting

Cho Sangwoo [218] (Squid Game) X Gn!Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Sangwoo and Y/n are in a team for the marble game, and Sangwoo does the unforgivable.

Warnings: Language, Sangwoo doing what he did to Ali </3

Word Count: 1.1k

“Y/n, be my partner.” Sangwoo said to you, holding out his hand towards you as he interrupted Gihun’s words.

“Okay.” You agreed, reaching your hand forward and shaking his.

Soon, everyone had been paired up and the remaining players began to walk to where the game would be held with Sangwoo walking behind you.

“Hey, Y/n.” Sangwoo said.

“Yeah?” You replied, turning your head back to look at the male but continuing to walk.

“I want you to know that I would never hurt you, even if it’s us two left out of everyone else.” He told you.

Although they were kind words, Sangwoo’s expression didn’t change from his usual blank face as he spoke. You were used to it by now, but sometimes you wished he could throw a smile out every once in a while, even if you both were stuck in this hell.

“That’s sweet, Sangwoo. But I’m sure it won’t get to that point.” You replied, smiling at him.

Little did you know that in the next game, only one of you was going to make it out alive.

Holding the marbles that were in a bag, you looked over at Sangwoo who had just explained what game you both would be playing.

“Understand?” He asked you.

“It’s not that hard to understand, Sangwoo.” You answered, not knowing what was bound to happen when the thirty minute timer hit zero.

“You go first.” Sangwoo said.

“Okay.” You poured five marbles in your hand, making sure that Sangwoo didn’t see as you created a fist around them before putting it in between the two of you.

Sangwoo did the same, putting his hand into a fist before putting it next to yours, proceeding to say, “Even.”

You opened your hand, revealing the five marbles which made Sangwoo let out an angry huff. He then opened his hand, revealing 3 marbles. The male then grabbed two more marbles from his bag and placed them all in your hand.

After a few more rounds of you winning, Sangwoo was getting angrier by the minute. He didn’t want to lose. He couldn’t lose. He had to pay off his debt, even if that meant killing the people closest to him.

In the middle of the round, he grabbed your hand harshly and stared at you with an angry look you’ve never seen before. “Are you cheating?” He asked you with straight venom in his voice.

“What? Sangwoo, why would I be cheating?” You were taken back by his sudden outburst, as you tried to pull your hand away his grip only tightened, making you wince in pain. “Sangwoo, stop. You’re hurting me.”

“Why would you be cheating? Because you want to see me end up dead, don’t you? Because you have to pay off your own debt that is much much less than mine which you know how much that is. Huh? Aren’t I right?” Sangwoo said, his grip on your wrist as tight as ever.

The group next to you two finished, resulting in one of the players getting shot, making you flinch due to how close it was.

“You want that to happen to me, Y/n? Me? Your boyfriend, fuck practically your husband? You can’t let them kill me like that, Y/n. Please, please don’t let them kill me like that.” Sangwoo was begging at this point, his desperate pleas of manipulation reaching past your normal thoughts as you shook your head.

“No, I don’t want that to happen to you, Sangwoo.” You replied quietly.

“Then let’s choose a different game, yeah?” Sangwoo said, looking up at you with fake hope in his eyes.

“Okay.” You nodded slowly.

Sangwoo smiled and let go of your wrist, standing up before speaking again, “Okay here’s what we’ll do. We’re going to split up and see what the other teams are doing, one team of young people and one of older people. When the timer hits three minutes we’ll meet back right here. Okay?”

You stood up as well while nodding, “Okay.”

You turned to start walking but you were stopped when Sangwoo was suddenly in front of you, “Wait. Let me do something first. We can’t have other people steal our marbles. Give yours to me real quick.” The male held out his hand that wasn’t holding his own bag of marbles.

Handing him the bag, Sangwoo then took off his jacket and shirt, ripping some of the shirt material off and beginning to make a circle that would go around your neck to hold the bag. When he placed your bag on the ground, you weren’t looking so he quickly took the marbles out of the bag and put them in his and switched them out with small rocks that were next to him. By the time you looked back at him, he had wrapped the bag around the shirt material and set it around your neck, having it hang as if it were a necklace.

“Remember to be back here when the timer hits three minutes.” Sangwoo told you.

“I got it, Sangwoo.” You replied before turning around and walking away.

Sangwoo watched you walk away with the bag that he had filled with stones as he then looked at his own bag that now contained all twenty marbles that he needed to win this game. For a split second, the male felt regret for what he was about to do. Killing his significant other because he needed money which is something no normal person would do. But it quickly disappeared and he walked toward the guard with the triangle mask and held up his bag of marbles.

“I have all twenty marbles. The rules were to take all of your partner’s marbles in a game without enforcing violence. I won.” He told the guard.

Soon enough, the timer hit three minutes and you were on your way back to where Sangwoo told you to meet back with him but when you arrived, he wasn’t there.

“Sangwoo?” You asked, looking around. “Sangwoo, where the hell are you?”

Sangwoo was walking to the exit of the game when he heard you speak and he froze, realizing what was about to happen.

You looked down at where he had put down both the bags when you saw some of the rocks spilled onto the ground. Eyes widening, you opened your bag and poured the contents into your hand thinking it was going to be marbles but instead it was only rocks. Looking back up, tears were falling down your cheeks as you figured out what had happened and how much pain you were feeling because of someone who was supposed to be the love of your life. The one man that you thought you could actually marry if it went that far, the one that you always felt safe around, and most importantly, the one who you never thought would be the one to kill you.

The guard behind you raised the pistol, aiming at your head before Sangwoo heard the one thing that would haunt him forever.

Bang.

“Player 219, eliminated.”

[ahsxual]

No, You're not Ok

Pairing: Sangwoo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You weren't feeling good while you were in line to get food, so you passed out in front of Sangwoo, the one who was behind you. Fortunately, he caught you in time and decided to take care of you.

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Faiting, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks

Word Count: 1.1 k

A/N: @jukasirigatti requested a fic about Sangwoo, so I decided to write this, because I daydreamed this scenario this morning lol. I hope I didn't offend anyone with my description of how the reader reacts to their panic attacks... and I'm so sorry for any mistakes!! I hope you enjoy this, darlings!! <33

You hated to admit to it, especially to show others your main weakness, but the truth is that you're a really anxious person. Whenever you face danger, your can't think properly and start to have panic attacks, even tho you can control better the ones that aren't so severe.

From the day you were abducted, even tho it was consented lol, to play children games that separated you from life and death in a matter of minutes, your body started to feel extremely weak psychologically, which caused you to feel weak physically.

After the first game "red light, green light", which fortunately you survived, you realized how much in trouble you were. Danger was all over the place: from the mysterious men who dressed in red and had trigonometric shapes on their masks, to the own players who wanted to kill the others in order to win the money. What the human being can do just to get what they want...

Right now, you are waiting for your turn to eat. It's not like you watched more than 200 people die in front of you while screaming in agony, including your own life that was in risk, five minutes ago. It was absolutely terrifying. Your mind was still trying to process the whole situation... in the worst way. Behind you, there was a tall man with dark hair and glasses on, his number being 218. He was processing what happened as well, however he seemed calm and... emotionless. Maybe he was strong enough to not let bad things he can't control affect him. But you're not like that.

"Shit..." you whispered while bouncing a little bit. You started to see everything go blurry and a strong headache coming, so you knew you would faint soon. Sangwoo, the man who was behind you, noticed your stumbling figure, but he was trying to figure out what was happening to you before making a move.

Instead of sitting down and wait until you feel better, you decided to ignore your symptoms and took another step: your body couldn't hold all your anxiety and stress, and so your legs gave up and you felt your body fall onto the ground... or at least that's what you thought that would happen. Suddenly, you felt a pair of strong arms grabbing you firmly by your waist, stopping you from falling and avoiding you to hurt yourself, and pull you in bridal style before you pass out.

A few minutes after, you woke up on the ground with number 218 brushing your hair out of your face while looking concerned, yet somehow relieved by seeing you finally waking up, and people all around you looking curiously at you. You looked at the man who was taking care of you, but when you diverted your attention to the other players and started to panic, he noticed and tried to calm you down.

"Don't look at them. They are just curious, nothing else. Look at me instead if that helps your anxiety." now you looked at him with a surprised, yet embarrassed look. Was he really that insightful?

"How-"

"You don't have to tell me anything for me to get to the conclusion that you were having a panic attack." you swallowed hard. Great: a total stranger already knows your weakness in a goddamn survival game. "It's perfectly normal to react that way. Come here, let me help you." he gently said before helping you walk towards his bed. After assuring that you were in a comfortable position, he went to grab food and water for both of you.

"Here. Drink this, it will help you." he offered you a bottle of water, and then watered a random piece of cloth with water from his own bottle to refresh your forehead.

"You don't need to do this, sir. I'm fine, really-" you tried to convince the man that you were fine, but it was useless.

"No, you're not ok." he responded with a serious look and tone. While he was taking care of you, he seemed really focused on what he was doing, so you took the opportunity to analyze all his features minutely: from the color and thickness of his hair, to his jawline and trimmed beard. When you got out of your trance, you noticed him looking at you with an uncomfortable glare, and you immediately apologized.

"I'm-I'm sorry! I was just..." you paused for a moment. The mood between the two of you was tensed, so you had to find the right words to break the ice. "...thinking about how grateful I am for you being the only one who helped me. Thank you for that, I truly appreciate it." you kindly smiled at the handsome stranger, and for a moment you could swear he smiled back at you. He then continued to take a good look at you to see if you weren't as pale as before or detect any other symptoms, but from what he could see, you were getting better.

"You don't need to thank me. This is all very... frustrating for all of us, and the reality is that everyone reacts differently to the same situation." for a moment you could tell he was a man who tried to remain rational and cold, his defense and "mask" that he wears to deal with the consequences... and possibly even his own guilt. But why would you care about his faults when he saved and helped you when no one else cared? You needed to stop judging him without even knowing him, especially after what he did for you.

"I'm L/n Y/n by the way." you introduced yourself so the two of you could relax a little bit and know each other better. After all, you needed to make some "friends" in there so you could survive for a while longer.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. I'm Cho Sang-woo."

"It's a nice name, I like it. And it suits you well." he tried to look at another direction, avoiding eye contact with you, yet you could tell he blushed a little bit because of your compliment.

And that was the day you two started a great friendship: he protected you all the time in all games (in the second game, when the others weren't near you, he suggested you with a lot of firmness that you should choose the triangle figure. You trusted him, so you did what he told you and won) and from others; whenever you felt anxious, he always helped you to calm down (in private) while holding your hand and hugging you. It was until the glass game, when you almost fell if it wasn't him grabbing you at the last second, that he realized how much you mean to him. And that's when he knew: he fell for you. Hard.

[luvsellie]

NO ROOM TO CARE [k. saebyeok]

pairing kang saebyeok x fem!reader

warnings mentions of blood

wc 2.7k

note i apologize for how long this is but to be fair it took me a whole week to complete bc of school

you felt like you were back in high school; sitting alone and pretending to be preoccupied by absolutely anything in order not to draw attention to yourself.

after the lady on the pa announced to form groups of ten, you had felt your stomach drop. you hadn’t made any accomplices since you had joined the games and that was for one simple reason; you didn’t want to come to care whether another person died or not. there was no room to care about another person, not when everyone in here had a price above their heads.

so, you sat diligently at the top of the staircase, eyes wandering the perimeter of the room. sighing, you ran a hand through your hair, annoyed by the situation.

you had soon learned quickly that no one wanted girls on their team. player 101, whose name you learned was deoksu, and his band of goons practically growled at anyone who they didn’t recruit themselves, and you began to hope that if you did find a group to be a part of, you weren’t going against his.

looking down, you picked at your nails, counting your fingers over and over again just to pass the time. after a few minutes of wallowing in your own thoughts, another pair of dirtied white shoes stepped into view, making you look up at the owner of the shoes.

looking down, you picked at your nails, counting your fingers over and over again just to pass the time. after a few minutes of wallowing in your own thoughts, another pair of dirtied white shoes stepped into view, making you look up at the owner of the shoes.

number 67, who you recognized because of her little fight with deoksu, gazed down at you with nothing more than distaste. you raised your eyebrows, waiting for her to explain why she decided to approach you if she looked so disinterested.

when she stayed silent, you asked, “can i help you?”

her expression didn’t change as she spoke. “do you want to join our group for the third game?”

you pursed your lips, tilting your head to the side as you looked up at her. she didn’t seem to be joking. hell, she seemed like the girl to never joke at all. so, deciding you had nothing to lose, you nodded your head and stood.

“who brought you here?”

you turned to the man, number 218, and gestured to your right. even with one simple sentence, you felt unwelcomed in the group. “her.”

number 218 looked at 67. a look of frustration grew on his face as he said, “i told you that we’re only getting men.”

the statement made you scoff and look over at 67 with expectance for the second time in the span of five minutes. when she didn’t respond, again, you took it upon yourself to answer for her, looking back in the direction of 218. “things seem pretty tense over here. maybe i should go find another group.”

as you started to get up, the man next to you, player 456, held his arm out in front of you. “wait. just sit there.” he looked at 218 before continuing on. “we don’t even know what we’re going to play next.” he pointed at the clock ticking on the wall. “we don’t have much time either. let’s just find one more person and make it ten, alright?”

“who would volunteer to join this weak team? once everyone finds a group, we’ll end up with someone left out.” 218 countered, his voice starting to rise.

you shrugged to no one in particular, answering his rhetorical question in your head. desperate people, that’s who.

“i didn’t get left out!” an annoyingly familiar voice said from over to your right. looking over your shoulder, you cringed when player 212 stood just behind you, her high-pitched voice making you want to rip your ears off. from the start of the games you wanted nothing to do with her.

luckily, though, she seemed to be ignoring you and 67 since she went on to say, “boys, i’ll give you a special chance to join me, yeah? you boys are very lucky today, my gosh.

but as she finished her sentence she crouched and shoved her way in between you and 456, making sure to push you with an unnecessary amount of elbow.

“i’d be much more useful than these scrawny girls,” she continued with an upturned nose. “on top of that, i’m good at everything except for the things i’m not.”

your eyebrows furrowed at the last part as she giggled beside you, her head bobbing up and down as she nodded enthusiastically to the men around her.

“the time for deciding teams is over,” the lady on the pa declared. “all teams, form a line at the entrance of the game hall.”

just as everyone started to move, player 456 stuck his hands out again, making everyone look over at him.

“wait,” he said, turning to 218. “we aren’t playing in this room?”

the large yellow doors slide apart, and all you could do was hold your breath as you waited to see what was on the other side. you hoped this game wouldn’t be brutal. and you had high hopes since the other two games had been relatively, what some might consider, “easy” games.

that hope vanished, though, as everyone was instructed to move forward. on an opposite-facing platform, two identical terraces faced each other, a guillotine of sorts in the middle, hanging from the ceiling. it was then that the game came to mind; tug-of-war.

fuck. you were surely going to die, and as you looked around you, your lips turned downward in a frown. fuck my life.

“welcome to the third game,” the square-masked guard said from the front of the groups. “you are going to be playing tug-of-war.”

as the people around you started to stir in their place, the guard moved on to explain the rules to those who were unsure of how to play, which, in this case, was everyone. “you will pull a rope on that tower to drop your opponents down below to win. now, i will draw lots to decide which teams will play first. everyone, please sit down.”

letting out a sigh, you sat. the spot from where you were, very last in the fourth row, allowed you to see everyone and everything. you took the time to size up the other teams, deciding which ones you’d want to go against and which ones you were threatened by.

“i will draw the lot for the team on the left tower,” the guard announced. the circle-masked guard to his left reached his hand in the box in front of him. after a second of stressful anticipation, he pulled retracted his hand, exposing the black ball with a yellow one on it. “team one, please stand up.”

everyone looked to their left, the air still with tension at the very thought of going against deoksu’s team. you could sense that whoever the unlucky team was, they were going to lose. you just hoped it wasn’t yours.

“next, i will draw the lot for the team on the right tower.”

the guard to his right mimicked his equal’s action, drawing out another black ball, this time with the number seven. your shoulders sagged with relief.

“team seven, please stand up,” the guard said.

to your right, team seven stood, and you cringed for them as they looked at one another with anxiousness. they seemed helpless.

“team one and seven will play first. team one and seven please enter the towers.”

as the two teams headed towards their respected towers, you couldn’t help but feel bad for team seven. they were going up against a group of strong, bulky men. team one was practically guaranteed the win. but it was better them than you.

after a few minutes, when the teams had made their way to the platforms, everyone started to fidget, watching the people on the towers attentively.

the guard with the square on his mask faced the two teams and pulled out a pistol. he raised it to the sky and pulled the trigger, and you watched as teams one and seven began to violently yank at the rope in their hands, the game starting.

you could hear team one shouting incoherent words as they worked backwards, beginning to drag team seven with them. and, as you had predicted, you watched with a mildly disgusted face as team seven was pulled all the way to the edge. they stumbled over their feet as they began to fall, clinging to the rope for dear life.

the guillotine’s blade then dropped, and your eyes followed the players as their bodies and their half of the rope fell far below. after a minute of silence, there was the sound of beeping, and you assumed it was the clean-up crew coming to package up the corpses now lying at the bottom of the pit.

“eliminated players are numbers 245, 120, 37, 408, 27, 237, 58, 243, 327, and 241,” the lady on the pa declared.

after the bodies had been taken care of, and a new rope was set into place, the same guard turned to face the remaining groups.

“i will now draw lots for the second round,” he said. the same cycle repeated itself, and you felt your breath hitch when you saw a bright yellow four on the black ball this time. “team four, please stand.”

gnawing at the inside of your cheek, you stood with the rest of your pathetic excuse for a team as the second number was announced.

“team five, please stand.”

the row of men beside you stood as well, and it was hard not to meet any of their eyes. you feared what you’d find in them if you did. your gut told you cockiness.

“team four and team five please enter the towers.”

you stared at the back of 67’s head as you and your team made way to the left tower. as you walked, team one passed by you all.

“what a shame. i wanted to kill you guys myself,” you heard deoksu say to no specific person.

frowning, you decided to look their way. you immediately locked eyes with the middle-aged man, who flicked his eyebrows upwards in a sad attempt to intimidate you as he passed. you just raised yours back in response, relaying a bored expression on your face, walking by him and his team.

as you all stepped into the elevator, you found a spot in the far corner and leaned against the yellow wall.

“don’t be so dispirited,” the old man, player 1 said. he caught the attention of everyone in the tiny box. “tug-of-war isn’t really about strength.”

rolling your eyes, you leaned back further against the wall, watching as everyone bristled at the old man’s words.

player 196 was the first one to question it. “then what? can we win by talking?”

“in tug-of-war, with a good strategy and good teamwork, you can win even if your team is weaker,” the old man said, unfazed by what 196 had said.

it was 144’s turn to jump in. “the only one who can save us now is the lord.”

you scoffed with a quick laugh, earning a sour look from the priest.

“you’re barely standing, old man. stop talking nonsense and save your strength,” player 196 said.

456 was quick to jump in, looking from 196 to the elder. “let’s just hear him out, okay?”

“i played my share of tug-of-war in my hometown when i was young, and i rarely ever lost,” the older man began. “even when there was a ssireum athlete on the other team, that put the odds very much against us.” he paused, taking a moment to look around at all of you. “listen closely, and i’ll tell you how i beat them back in my day.

first off, the leader is very important. that person is closest to the leader of the opposition, and the rest of the team looks at the back of their leader. if the leader seems weak or dispirited, then the game is already over. you’ve practically already lost.

then, at the end of the rope, you’ll need someone dependable, like the anchor of a ship...placing people is also important. place the rope in the middle, and people go on alternating sides. place your two feet straight forward, and stick the rope between your armpits. that way, you can put forward all of your strength.

and lastly, this is the most important thing. when the game starts, for the first ten seconds, you just have to hold out. you should practically lie down. push your lower abdomen up to the sky, and push your head back to the point you can see the groin of the person behind you. if you do that, the other team won’t be able to pull us to their side. hold out for just ten seconds like that. then the opposite team will get frustrated thinking, ‘why won’t they even budge?’ because they would have believed that they were much stronger. if you can hold out for that long, there will be a moment when the opponents’ rhythm breaks.”

the elevator was silent after the old man finished his long instruction.

“well then,” you started, making everyone turn towards you. “who’s gonna be our leader and anchor?”

the ceiling was a dark grey. your eyes followed the black vents lining the cement as you breathed heavily. how your team had just won tug-of-war, you had no idea. but what you were sure of, was the fact that you were alive. you had completed another game.

your hands stung as you balled them up, and you brought them up to your face and stared at the cuts on your palms. what game would it be if you didn’t walk out with more blood on you than you started with?

after the guards had unshackled you and the rest of your team, they led you to the elevator you had come up in. everyone was silent for the first few moments until player 244 dropped to the floor and began saying prayers under his breath. his sudden eagerness to praise the lord irritated you.

“hey,” you started, bending down to his level. “who are you praying to right now? to god? do you really think you’re alive because of him? you’re only still breathing and moving that tongue of yours because of that old man and the guy over there who came up with that last-minute save. so i suggest you stop thanking someone who isn’t real and start thanking the people who really saved your ass.”

player 244 opened his eyes and looked up at you with a scowl. “you poor lost sheep. can’t you hear the cries of those who were nailed to the cross today? we lived to see another day thanks to their blood and sacrifice. on behalf of all us sinners, i gave thanks to the lord’s decision of their sacrifice and said a prayer.”

“bullshit. you killed them yourself. you were part of the winning team; the team that dragged another ten people to their deaths,” you snapped. how could this guy be so persistent to praise someone who did nothing?

the priest ignored what you said and closed his eyes again, starting another round of prayers.

you clapped your hands together. “do we all go to heaven if we say a few prayers? well shit, then i have to say a few too.”

closing your eyes, you started to speak. “heavenly father, we worked very hard today to send a bunch of people to your side. please help us in sending more people to your side from now on-”

“be quiet.”

the command came from player 67.

you opened your eyes, dropping your arms to your side, and looked over at her, a hint of a smile on your face. “me? or that guy?”

“both of you,” she said, her head tilted back as she gazed upwards.

you looked at player 67. really looked at her as she continued to ignore your stare. her hair was stuck to the corners of her forehead, which was slick with sweat. but, even being worn out, you thought she was the prettiest girl you had ever seen. you didn’t know why you had just now noticed. and as you continued to watch her, elevator coming to a stop at the bottom of the tower, you realized maybe you had found someone who deserved to be cared about, even if she barely showed any interest in you.

[baestruly]

room to care

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❝𝗶 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸.❞

wc - 1.7k , saebyeok x fem!reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - blood, knives, stabbing, angst(?), deok-su

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ⋫ 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎 ) - ENEMIES TO LOVERS ?

⤷ DURING THE chaotic night, you get cut with a players knife. as you try to fight the pain, someone who you didn't expect──noticed you were acting different.

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      YOUR SHAKEN FORM lay painfully on your back as the sharp stinging in your side felt like it was getting worse and worse with each minute. there was no way you were falling asleep, not only from the pain in your side but the anxiety in which chaos would break again.

the night prior when the lights went out, everyone went completely ballistic. fighting, punching, kicking, stabbing—to try and kill each other for cash. since everyone here was worth more dead than alive, there was no doubt trouble between each player would stay at ease.

you stayed near 456, 199, 218, and 001 to be hidden and to be in a crowded area with a few others so you could be hidden and that someone wouldn't see you as an easy kill.

at one point, 199 had noticed you close behind them even with the flashing lights and he immediately tapped the person beside him as he spun around and got ready to defend himself, also alerting the two others in the process. 001 had seemed to be gone.

you frantically explained to 199 that you weren't a threat and you weren't going to hurt them, and after a few consecutive flashes of bright light letting you see his face fully, he agreed to let you in their group.

not long after 067—who you really despised, came to join the four of you after. you didn't expect to see her again, and especially over a death game like this.

001, who was with the three earlier had been standing on the top bunk of a bunk bed, calling out to stop the madness, and thankfully as soon as he said that multiple guards burst into the room to stop it all.

during all of that, you were so quick to take into account how 067 was apparently with your group, and how she could and would kill you at that moment, also seeing the sharp glint in her eyes as she glared at you with her pocket knife clutched by her side.

number 101 unexpectedly had come up behind you and pushed you to the ground as well as the action of leaving your jacket and tee shirt under it to lift slightly, revealing your skin on your side. when you frantically started to get up, anxiety pumping through your veins—he slashed the cold blade of a small knife against your side near your rib cage.

you stay there, on the ground—trying to comprehend if that just happened as your body froze. it was like you were glued to the floor and even though you were panicking, you didn't make the effort to try to get up—and that's when it all hit.

a searing pain that felt like your flesh was burning where the man had dug the knife some-what deep into your skin, shot down your side. your heart pounded, you could hear it in your ears and it canceled all the yelling and screaming in the room with the flashing lights, not helping your now dazed and blurry vision—immediately making you feel light-headed as you sweat from the adrenaline.

as you fought to stay awake, a ringing sound faded in—which overpowered your fast heartbeat. all you remembered was getting a few kicks to the side before someone else rushed over to you and kneeled down to your level as you then laid effortlessly on the ground in pain.

──

though when you woke up, the lights were back on and you were still with the rest of your group. everything was the same, except for the few people who had gotten killed in the madness and the still piercing pain in your side.

and now you are here. laying useless as you didn't think at this moment—you could go on any longer. you told yourself you would try to hold off the pain through the next game but when you found out it was a tug of war those plans really changed. you wanted to do the best for your team and you needed to help because if they lost, you lost. even though you didn't think you could fight any longer, you didn't want to be one of those people who screws it up for everyone as they each needed the money for important reasons. even if they were complete bitches, like saebyeok—everyone needed the money.

once you won against the other team, you had been so relieved but by the end of the long day, tired and hurt—you've had enough.

you exhale heavily, and saebyeok who was a bunk across from you—turned her head and stared at you attentively but sharply, before furrowing her eyebrows and walking over to you.

head turned the other way, you didn't notice at first until you heard footsteps approaching and eventually stopping behind you. you quickly turn over but regret it from the quick action.

"f-" you cursed quietly, then met the gaze of a cold saebyeok standing before you.

"why the fuck are you over here?" you scowled in almost a whisper with a mixture of frustration but anger by her presence, still trying to keep your voice low in order not to wake the other players to cause chaos again.

"you've been acting different," she said flatly. was that a bad thing?—did she think you were setting up some crazy plan?

"how would you know how i originally act—?" you spat surprisingly but in an annoyed tone "—how would you know i've been acting differently if you apparently don't give a fuck about what i do."

to be fair, you had every right to think what you thought. why would she care.

the girl blinked and lowered her head. she hated herself for this and didn't know why—but she noticed herself being anxious when going onto every game. in addition to worrying about herself, she also worried about you. when she had finished cutting her cookie and showed it to the guard, she looked back at you as she was led out to see you shaking and not even halfway done. she had gone back to the big room, nervous if you would even come back. why would she want to see you again? you'd assume she'd never want to.

so at the moments, you were there, she would take quick gazes at you. sitting and watching you. it may have seemed like a threat if you noticed—how she was watching your every move like you were prey. but really she didn't mean any harm like you thought she always did.

though when she felt the fuzzy feeling in her stomach again, she quickly looked away.

"if you're hurt. you need to get help."

"who said I was hurt." you retorted, "besides, no one cares if you're hurt here saebyeok. are you delusional? have you not noticed we're participating in games where you die and the guards are helping whoever created this fucking thing. the players don't care, they want you dead because just you alone are worth more than 10,000 dollars. people were killing others last night because they don't care."

"I could kill you on the spot, right now and all that would happen is more money will fill up into that piggy bank. here, you're worth nothing but money."

"(Y/N). i know you're hurt, for fucks sake i watched you get cut with the knife." she retorted and her voice raised higher though was still cold, "—let alone helping you up when no one did. see, maybe not anyone here cares. but i do."

you didn't know what to say, but still stayed where you sat as you glared back at her. "if no one here is going to help you. i will."

saebyeok motions for you to follow her as you reluctantly get up. another burning sensation shoots down your side, and you wince with the sudden movement.

slowly following behind her, you walk across the sides of the room to prevent walking right through the middle and when you reach the big door, saebyeok hits her fist against it and soon enough a guard looks through the window. he opened the door slowly and saebyeok gave him a look before walking past him with you quickly behind her tracks.

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saebyeok grabbed a piece of toilet paper from out of one of the stalls and walked to the sink to which she soaked it with water. now standing in front of you, you stared flatly at her but nodded to show you could let her help you, weak to protest anyways. saebyeok nodded in affirmation and lifted your green jacket as well as the white shirt under it just to reveal the deep wound on your body. lightly, she dabbed the wet cloth over it which covered it all in dark crimson that was still dripping from the small but deep wound.

she quickly ran to the stall and threw the piece of toilet paper in the garbage and walked out with another one doing the same thing. each time the cold water came in contact with your already stinging wound, you hissed as it felt like the knife had stabbed you right then and there from the pressure.

"i don't think this is going to work." you winced, looking down to see blood still flowing out steadily. it wasn't as much as before so it helped quite a bit, despite not having the liquid you need for cleaning wounds that you buy at the store.

she just scoffed and once the blood wasn't completely dripping out, she said, "take off your jacket." and continued applying water to it to absorb the blood.

hesitantly, you took it off and she tied it around your waist to cover it up.

"i don't know if that will help much." she said sternly, "—but we don't have anything else."

now the two of you stand in silence, the tension building as you look longingly into her eyes.

you felt something different, not the strong feeling of anger and annoyance just by her presence, but a warm feeling on how she really did want to help you, and that she cared. maybe you felt like that all along, but now—it was your moment to realize.

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ty for reading!

[himbowashington]

Move, Idiot.

Cho Sangwoo x guard!reader fic

You notice him in the first game. Hopping from shadow to shadow to avoid getting caught. He was clever, you could tell.

Not that it mattered to you, of course. But still you can’t help but keep an eye out for him, notice that he manages to survive.

In the second game you stand over him and pretend that you’re there by happenstance or order instead of choice.

In your defense you don’t even really get attached till he’s in the final fifteen players, then and only then do you allow yourself to look, just for a second.

You watch as he calculates a strategy behind those dark eyes. You pretend to be looking out of sadistic pleasure as the VIPS all clap and cheer around you. You hold your breathe as he braves the last platform, landing on solid glass. You exhale quietly. He’s safe.

Not for long though, you think to yourself. You’ll have to interviene in the final three at least try something.

You stand guard as he changes into formal clothes for their last meals. You stare because for a brainiac he seems to be quiet muscular underneath that bulky tracksuit and because technically it’s your job. He clears his throat once or twice in a way that endears him to you far more than you’d like to admit before you duck your head allowing him some privacy.

He stares at you for a moment longer and you wonder if against all odds he’s clever enough to figure you out. To figure all of this out.

You watch them all eat like starved wolves and wrack your brain for a way to break up the upcoming game.

You frustratingly don’t have time to think though after he forced your hand by killing 067 and therefore expediting the whole process.

You panic and join one of the guard groups heading for body disposal, falling in line you enter the main room to absolute chaos.

456 is hysterical, screaming, and then you see him, 218, standing over the body.

Even though you were frustrated you couldn’t help but notice how violently his hands were shaking, like he was shell shocked.

You had to pull him out now in the confusion of the moment if you had any chance of success.

You approach him quickly, shoving a gun into his chest causing him to stumble backwards. “Move, idiot. You wanna live or what?” You bark at him pushing him towards the exit of the room to push him into an offshoot of the main hallway. He raises an eyebrow but otherwise obeys. “It’s been you hasn’t t it? All those times. I couldn’t be sure but you’re stature seems right, shoe size seems the same.”

You smile. That damn brilliant brain of his was going to get you both in trouble by the end of things you were sure of it.

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Thanks for reading! Lmk if you enjoyed/want a part 2 💖💖💖💖

[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 hitched, 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! 🤍

[bruhstories]

forsaken

summary: in the aftermath of crossing the glass bridge, you and sang-woo comfort each other for the last time.

pairing: cho sang-woo x fem!reader

warning & content: age gap, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, stabbing, death, fem bodied reader

word count: 1.4 k

a/n: i'm back with a ficlet cause oh boy, i haven't written in forever. unedited because we die like men.

You were in debt. A ton of debt. Studying pharmacy at Korea University, as well as living in Seoul took a toll on your wallet, and your father couldn't afford to send you money, which is how you found yourself in this sticky situation. Your mother was bedridden, and you decided to play that twisted game and use the hefty prize to pay for your tuition and your mother's medical bills.

But never in your life have you thought the game would end up in slaughtering hundreds of innocent people. The price was not only the money, but also your life.

You allied yourself with a few people for the tug of war game, people who were deemed as weak, yet through some miracle, you won and got to live for another day, thanks to player 001 and player 218. Cho Sang-woo. The man could very well be your father, almost two decades older than you, which is why you thought he was so keen on protecting you. But what started as an innocent friendship quickly turned into something more. A gentle touch here, a lustful look there, and you found yourself infatuated with the man. He told you about his mother, you told him about yours. He told you about his failures, you comforted him and offered support. After tug of war, something in you two clicked. After marbles, you realised how much you wanted him. After the glass bridge, you knew you needed to get out of there alive, with Sang-woo by your side.

With four people left, the masked guards prepared a feast for the finalists, and a set of clean clothes for you to wear.

Your hand felt the smooth silk of the shirt as you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror. One more game, you thought, and you'd finally make it out alive. One more game, and you could carry on with your life. One more game, and you could be with him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were inside." Sang-woo quickly covered his eyes and you couldn't help but smile at his politeness.

"It's alright, I don't mind if you get dressed with me." You assured him. "Besides, I wouldn't mind the company."

He half-nods, placing his set of clothes on the bathroom counter. He had so much pain hidden behind his dark eyes, but there was something more to that pain, something you couldn't yet figure out. He splashed cold water on his face, freshening himself up before unzipping his turquoise hoodie.

"What do you think the next game is?" You remove your t-shirt with your back turned to him.

"I honestly have no idea." Sang-woo can't help the way his eyes almost immediately fell on your figure.

"Like what you see?" You teased, a part of you still trying to lighten up the mood, but knowing very well that there's a big chance you might not survive.

"My apologies." He snaped his head to the other side, eyes searching for your reflection in the mirror.

"That's not what I asked." You glanced at his reflection, desire written all over your face. "Look, this final game... I don't know what will happen, but if I die-"

"You won't."

"If I die, I don't want to have any regrets." You turn around, malnourished fingers dragging across his shoulders, down to his arms, intertwining with his own fingers. "Make love to me, Sang-woo, please." Your voice needy and soft, and he can't resist it. You're his competition and his prize. His friend and his enemy. His angel and his demon — and out of all his demons, you're the worst.

He picks you up with ease, propping you in the cold bathroom counter, all of your clothes scattered on the floor. Your hands tug at his dark locks, his teeth sink into your skin, your legs wrap around his waist, his calloused fingertips dig into the plush of your thighs. At this point, you don't even care if the guards hear your moans, which grow louder with every touch and every kiss. And if one of you dies, then so be it. In the heat of the moment, you come up with an idea.

"S-Sang-woo, wait!" You cup his face into your small palms, eyes beaming with hope. "I got it!"

"What? What happened?" The look of confusion mixed with arousal has you even more excited.

"I know how we can both win. We play the game, eliminate Gi-hun and Sae-byeok, then vote to end the game. I don't care about the money, I don't care about winning, I only want to be with you."

He's silent, lips pursed, pondering your idea. What you said makes sense, it's the third clause of the game, and if only the two of you are left, and both decide to end the game, then they should end it.

"Alright, let's do it." He decides and you throw your arms around his shoulders.

"Thank you! Oh, Sang-woo, thank you!" You press your lips onto his, melting all the worries away with one kiss. The bit of hope you have in you makes you want this more, especially since there's absolutely no guarantee that you can eliminate the other two players.

Whether it was your words that gave him courage, or the idea that he will get to be with you, something in Sang-woo changed in a split second. He spreads your legs with his elbows, cock hard and throbbing before pulling you closer to him. You can feel the glistening tip press onto your soaking cunt, anticipation filling your heart before he painstakingly slowly pushes into you. You were no virgin, but still he is much bigger than any man you had before, only making you more aroused.

"Ah, fuck!" You arch your back, pressing it onto the mirror as he bottoms out with one swift thrust.

"Shit, you're so tight." He practically praises you, and you grip his shoulders, bracing yourself for what's about to come. You know you have to be quick, but you hope that after the final game, you two will have all the time in the world.

Your moans and whimpers echo in the bathroom as his thrusts become more brutal, pace quickening. You wish you could revel in this, kiss his neck, worship his body, but you can't, so you settle for bucking your hips against his for more pressure and friction.

"You're mine, Sang-woo, only mine!" You bury your face between his neck and his shoulder.

Behind your back, he looks in the mirror, right hand creeping towards the pile of formal clothes he brought with him.

"I'm yours." He repeats after you, his other hand bruising your hip. The pain makes you jolt up and he retracts his right arm from the pile of neatly folded clothes, snaking it between your arm and pulling you closer to him.

"I'll give you everything you need! Fuck, Sang-woo, I'll give you a family, a child!" You moan in his ear and you can feel his body tense at your words.

"Promise?" He pants, your cunt clenching around his cock.

"Yes, I promise!"

"Damn it, Y/N, I think I'm gonna-"

"Come in me, fill me up! Oh, god!"

The sinful, squelching sounds combined with your whimpers and his moans echoing in the bathroom slowly come to an end when you feel the hot liquid shooting up inside you, quickly replaced by a scorching hot pain in your abdomen. The smile on your lips fades away when you look down and see blood. A sharp shard of glass. And he twists it, making you cry out.

"I'm sorry," He says, removing the shard and stabbing you again with it, "but we both know there can only be one winner."

"H-help! Help me!"

"It's for the best." Sang-woo covers your mouth with his palm and you can taste your own blood on his fingers. "I can't have you turning against me in the final game."

Life slowly leaves your body with every ounce of blood oozing out of you, and you try to push him away, in vain. While you become weaker, he grows stronger.

"B-bastard..." You whisper, accepting your fate.

"I promise I'll pay for your mother's bills."

"Fuck y-you, Cho Sang-woo." You spit at him with the last bit of force you have left. "See you on t-the other side, w-when you lose..." You warn him with your dying breath.

And you were right. He lost everything.

[swagatron9]

Forgotten

Parings: Sang-woo x reader, Gi-hun x reader

Warning: Tug-of-war, cussing, mention of death. Also slight poly relationship between the three of them.

The last people I expected to come across in these murderous games were two childhood friends, one of which was a businessman who attended a prestigious university. Still, when I did, it made me feel less terrified.

Sang-woo was more reserved compared to Gi-hun. That much was evident when Gi-hun broke out with a large smile as he pulled me in for a hug, and Sang-woo simply waved and turned around.

I couldn't lie and say that it didn't hurt when he greeted me like that after all those years of crushing on Sang-woo.

Sang-woo indeed was the husband-material in my eyes. He was intelligent, strong, handsome, and even respectable, or at least that was what he was like when we were younger.

Gi-hun wasn't perfect, but it didn't mean that he would be a bad husband. He, too, was respectable; I remember from when I was younger all the times he would spoil me, whether this was through gifts or food.

When Sang-woo left for business overseas, he rarely contacted me and wouldn't pick up often when I tried to reach out to him. This eventually led Gi-hun and I to slowly drift apart.

Even through all of this, nothing hurt me more than watching as Sang-woo and Gi-hun formed a team for tug-of-war and not being invited to join them.

I sat on my own as I stared in their direction and saw them walking around and finding people to join their created team. I listened as Sang-woo told them not to invite any more women to join the group but still allowed two more to join, even if it was against what he believed.

I would have been left without a group if it wasn't for player 101 approaching me with his group of men following behind him. I wanted to reject his offer. I knew he wasn't a good guy, and to be frank, I was terrified of him.

But as the timer went off, I was given no other opportunity to find another team.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sang-woo and Gi-hun's team staring over in my direction, but I shrugged it off.

We were team one, and we were the first to go up.

When I saw the rope that would determine whether or not we live or die, I was thankful that player 101 approached me with the chance of being on his tea; If not, I may have been dead after this round.

The rope burned my hands as I pulled with every bit of strength I had inside me, and as we fell to the ground as the rope was cut, I couldn't help but close my eyes and sigh as the other team hit the ground.

I was alive another day, and as cruel as it may seem, I was glad those people died and not us.

I looked away as Sang-woo and Gi-hun's team walked past us along the path, tensing up as 101 spoke about how he wished to be the ones that pulled them off.

Right as I was about to return to my own bed when we entered the main room, I was pulled by 101. "You're on our team now; you stick with us." I didn't make any moves to go against him and allowed him to pull me with him.

"I see the way 218 and 456 look at you. It will be fun to make them jealous when they see us together, and besides, now that bitch won't bother me anymore." He mumbled to me as we walked over to the group that was sat down.

I felt as if I was prey when the group of intimidating men watched my every move. They even chuckled when they saw 101 sit beside me with his arm around my shoulders.

I pushed away the feeling of disgust at the touch of a man that I wasn't comfortable with being around by thinking about what he said before.

'The way Sang-woo and Gi-hun look at me?'

It wasn't long before the next winning team arrived, and I was glad to see that it was, in fact, Sang-woo and Gi-hun's team that made it back, but I couldn't dare look any of them in the eyes while I was stuck in this situation. "Jealousy is sweet." Player 101 chuckled.

I looked up at him to see he was staring over at the other team, and it was then I could see the look he was receiving from not only Sang-woo but Gi-hun too, but I didn't miss the death threat I was receiving from the woman 101 was previously hanging around.

I let out a shaky breath as I fiddled around with whatever I could find.

Chills ran through my body at the sight of the other team building a bunker to protect themselves from what I can only assume was the team I was stuck with; it made me wonder what would happen if I was left alone with this team.

"Come on."101 dragged me to the other side of the room, where he started up a conversation with Gi-hun.

"You're not worried at all?" Gi-hun asked. "Those scumbags you got on your side over there. They're people you trust?" When 101 turned around to look back at his team, it was then that I mouthed the words 'help me' to Gi-hun, hoping that he would. "Once the fighting starts to happen, you'd be the first person I'd go for. You're the strongest person here."

There was a slight feeling inside me that made me think that he wouldn't, he would just let me die at the hands of a mad man, but my spirits lifted when I heard his following words. "And leave Y/n alone; she doesn't need to be with a guy like you." 101 looked down at me before scoffing and shoving me forward, mumbling something about me being a bitch as he walked off.

Gi-hun moved some things out of the way to allow me to enter their bunker, and almost immediately, I received glares from most of the people here. "Thank you, Gi-hun." I bowed my head at him.

"I'm glad you're alright." He smiled softly.

"Why is she here? She'll just stab us in the back. After all, she's working with that jerk." 212 spat.

"Because she's our friend." Gi-hun defended. I held back my smile at his words, almost forgetting everything that happened until they were brought up again.

"If she's your so-called 'friend', why wasn't she on your team?" I looked down when she said those words, also wondering why I wasn't a part of their group.

"She's right. I should just go." I turned to crawl between the beds and leave but was stopped once again, but this time by Sang-woo.

"You weren't even invited to join our group; you placed yourself here and have done nothing but disrespect half the members. Y/n will be staying here, and if any of you have a problem, then you can leave." Sang-woo stood up as he spoke before sitting back down in his place.

Nothing more was exchanged between the group as everyone kept quiet.

Gi-hun led me over to where Sang-woo was and gestured for me to sit down in between the two of them. "You didn't answer her question," I mumbled to the both of them.

"What question?"

"Why I wasn't invited to join your group," I replied.

Sang-woo sighed. "I'm sorry when I saw you sitting on your own. I told Gi-hun to get you, but the time was already up, and 212 made herself at home with us, not to mention you had already found yourself another group." Sang-woo scoffed at the last part, causing me to frown.

"You don't get to act annoyed at the fact that I found another group. If it weren't for them, I would have been with one of the weaker groups that died today. If I was important to either of you, I would have been your first choice, but no. I watched as you both walked around and asked other people." As every second went by, I was starting to get more annoyed. "You left me once again."

"Forgive him, Y/n. He was just jealous seeing 101 with his arm around you, and I can't deny that I was too-"

"I can kind of understand Sang-woo not inviting me to join his team because that's just how he is, but out of the two of you, I would have thought you would," I said to Gi-hun. "You both just forgot I existed, and that's okay. I'm used to it." We sat in uncomfortable silence as we no longer spoke between each other.

"Excuse me, miss, I did not forget about you. I asked sirs if you could join, and it is true, they did say yes, but that mean woman joined instead." Player 199 spoke up from where he was sat beside Sang-woo.

"Great, so it wasn't even you guys that remembered me; it was a stranger. Thanks 199, I appreciate that." He smiled brightly as he slightly bowed down.

"My name is Ali, Ali Abdul. Miss I think I worded it wrong. They did remember before I asked, they were looking at you and whispering to each other. It was almost like they were in another world as they spoke because it took me a while to get their attention." Ali leaned closer to me, which meant leaning slightly over Sang-woo. "I think they both have a crush on you."

I froze in shock, not sure what I should do. Gi-hun choked on his water as he spat it all over the front of him, and Sang-woo looked away awkwardly.

Ali had a smirk on his face as he got up and walked away, making the uncomfortable silence between us even more uncomfortable.

"It's true," Gi-hun spoke up. My head snapped towards him when he said that. "Well, for me, it is. Seeing you in here made my mind go foggy. All I could think about was helping you, and in the end, we just ended up hurting you. I can't tell you how many times I've almost died because I was too lost in thought with you in mind. Time flies, and I forget sometimes. I truly am sorry, and if you are willing to forgive us, that will make our potentially last days alive better."

"I can't recall a time I haven't had feelings for you," Sang-woo whispered. I felt butterflies in my stomach as the two boys confessed their inner feelings towards me, and something inside me felt the same way for both of them. "If you wish to be with one of us, then that's fine. I'm sure the other will be happy just to see you alive." Gi-hun nodded along with what Sang-woo was saying.

"Who's to say I can't be with the both of you?" Now it was their turn to be shocked. "Well, like you said, people are gonna die. Not like they can judge us when they're dead, and then we can get out of this together." I placed my hands on both of theirs and smiled at the both of them. "Together?"

"Together."

[dean-samw67]

Gut Feelings

Seong Gi-hun x F! Reader pt1?

Warnings⚠️⚠️: Swearing and death(I think it's obvious since it's squid game but just to be safe)

Y/N's POV:

Seong Gi-hun. Where do I even start with this man? He had me wrapped around his finger the first time I even saw him. There was just something about him. I couldn't even put my finger on it.

It was the second game. I had come back because I needed the money to support my daughter and myself. I had her at such a young age that trying to raise her had been the hardest thing. My parents had kicked me out so I was just doing what I could to get money. After a while it led to debt. Really bad debt. And if I don't pay it off soon they will hurt not only me but my daughter as well.

We are led into a giant playground after breakfast. I look around. I over hear a group of guys talking.

"Do you have any ideas on what the game is?" One of them asks. 456.

"It looks familiar but now too sure." The old man says. 001.

"In front of you are four doors with four different shapes. Choose one of the four shapes on the doors and then line up in front of it." We hear over the PA system. I take a minute to listen to the guys. They decided to separate. 456 chose umbrella. The others walk to their shapes. I stop 456 by grabbing his wrist. He looks back at me.

"If I were you I'd go with an easier shape. We don't know what this is and choosing the most. Complicated shape can quite possibly end you up dead. I mean think about it. Why would they give three of the simplest shapes and then a damn umbrella?" I try to convince him to not choose it. I really had no clue what we were doing. I could be wrong. But my gut says otherwise and I've never not trusted a gut feeling? "Or I guess trust your little friend there" I shrug and let his wrist go.

Before he can say anything I walk to the triangle line. I take notice to him staring at me for a couple seconds before shaking his head and walking to the umbrella line. I didn't want to see something bad happen to him. I don't know why but I just didn't.

"Each of you take one tin from the table in front of you." The PA announces. We walk and all get handed one little tin and then walk to different places on the playground. I notice out of the corner of my eye 456 stops a few feet over from me. "You may now open your tins and examine the contents inside."

I open mine to see a honeycomb with a triangle imprinted in it. Shit. I look over at 456. His whole face had dropped. I could practically read his thoughts. I sit down facing towards him.

"You will have ten minutes to cut out your shape you have chosen without breaking or cracking. You may begin." The PA announces I pick up my needle and lean down to start working. Every couple of seconds I lick my needle.

I work and slowly trim out one side of the triangle without it breaking. I inhale deeply and let out a shakey breath. I glance up at 456. He was breathing heavily and struggling to get his out. I bite my lip. A loud gunshot rings through the air and a guy slides down the slide leaving a red streak behind him. I quickly look up at the timer. 8 minutes left. I work back on my sugar honeycomb.

There was about 2 and a half minutes left. I break off my last outside piece and pray to God that it doesn't break the triangle. It comes off leaving a full triangle. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and hold it up to the guard. As I do so I notice 456 was licking his honeycomb as if his life depend on it. I subtle blush dusts across my cheeks as I look back a the guard quickly.

"Player 343 pass." I am lead out leaving me to look back one last time at 456 before being brought to the line through the bunk room. Everyone was walking down when we hear a ton of gunshots all at once. We walk in and I look around. I notice two of the guys from earlier. 218 and 199. They walk over to 456 and 001. They talk for a bit before walking together. I grab 456.

"Good job." I say. He gives me a soft smile.

"Thank you. And I should have listened to you. You were right." He says. "Did you know what game it was?"

"No just a gut feeling that umbrella wasn't the best choice. And common sense. Once again why give three simple shapes then umbrella?" I answer.

"Well if your gut feelings are that good don't ever ignore them." He says.

"Never do." I take notice at the fact that I was still holding his wrist. I let him go.

"Would you want to join our team?" He offers.

"Um yeah if you want to have me? I'm okay with that." I nod. Safety in numbers was always something I was taught. And it worked pretty well. If you outnumber someone they are less likely to mess with you. Unless they are that full of themselves they think they can take on multiple people at once. He leads me to the group.

"Guys this is..." 456 glaces at the number on my jacket. "343. She will be joining our team."

"May I talk with you?" 218 asks pulling him aside. 199 walks up to me and we start talking. Getting to know my team won't be bad. But I can't help but over hear 218 and 456.

"A girl? On our team? Do you know how weak that makes us look?" 218 seemed very unhappy.

"She can help us." 456 says.

"You sure about that? You don't even know this girl. If you are trying to get laid or something stop it." 218 crosses his arms.

"I'm not trying to get laid! She knew umbrella was a bad choice last game." 456 defends.

"And how was that possible?"

"Common sense and my gut feeling." I answer. They both look over at me.

"Gut feeling?" 218 scoffs.

"Yep. Mother's have the best gut feelings and intuition possible." I nod.

"And what do you mean common sense?"

"One complicated shape out of 3 basic shapes. I may be a girl but I'm far from stupid. That's a set up. A death trap." I sit on one of the steps.

"If it's such a death trap how did he survive?" He asks.

"Because your buddy here has some good quick thinking skills. Quit trying to act all better than me and accept that I might just be good for your team."

"But I am better than you. Your a girl. You aren't as strong as us guys." He laughs.

"Keep in mind a girl is who brought you into this world. Don't make it be a girl to take you out." I growl.

"Okay how about we all calm down. We'll be eating soon." 456 interrupts. Me and 218 glare at each other. But soon I take my attention from him to 456.

[fr-ogii]

lost your marbles

summary :: being paired up with the person you had grown to love, whether throughout the game or previously, in a game in which only one can survive

with :: kang sae-byeok (067), cho sangwoo (218), ali abdul (199), jang deok-su (101)

x gn!reader; poc friendly

masterlist

not too proud of this but now i can finally get it out of my drafts lol

⚠️ angst! ⚠️

kang sae-byeok (player 067)

⇢ she will treat this as just another game, with even worse stakes

⇢ she wants whoever wins to have earned it. both of you deserve to get out of this game, in her opinion.

cho sang-woo (player 218)

⇢ he’d been torn up but don’t think for a second he’ll sacrifice himself for you if he still thinks he has a possibility of winning

⇢ it doesn’t matter how long you have loved each other, he made up his mind the moment he heard the rules of the game

ali abdul (player 199)

⇢ he’d be so distraught you would have to help him play the game by talking him through it

⇢ he’d go along with your plan, if you have one. he’d sacrifice himself if that’s what you asked of him.

jang deok-su (player 101)

⇢ if you knew each other outside of the game, he would let you win

⇢ think of it as an apology for how he flirted with the other player. he wasn’t perfect, especially in being faithful, but he wanted to be. for you.

⇢ if you had only known each other since the beginning of the game, he’d snatch the marbles right out of your hand if that was allowed.

⇢ did you really think you were anything more than a pawn to him? he knew only one person was getting out since the very beginning. he wouldn’t allow himself to catch true feelings.

[whatami100]

“Speak, and you die!”

Sang woo (player 218) x Reader (player 457)

Summary: You wake up to sang-woo holding a knife to you- he’s looking for something he gave you at meal time. He becomes aggressive and won’t let you go.

Warnings: Dark!Reader (kinda?) mentions of murder, use of knives, aggression, explicit language and abuse.

Tag: @belle82devart sooo glad you enjoyed squid game as much as I did ❤️

You awoke when you felt the cold metal on your neck, there he was already covered in blood, it was from the tragedy of last night, Sae-Byeok was eliminated. Sang-Woo was known to do whatever it took to survive- yet you waited and waited for the day to arrive when he would put knife through your body, and today that day would come. He covered your mouth with his cold, cold hands! Trying to move only made him press the blade harder. “Keep your fucking mouth shut and listen to me!” He harshly whispered. “Do you still have it?” You were way too tired to even think, but you were forced and you had to get your shit together!

“Do I have what, Sang-woo?” You questioned, not knowing what he was asking for. The gaze he had upon you was threatening. He let out a sigh and reached his hand in your trouser pocket and searched for something. A note. The note he had given you at meal time. You had forgotten all about it. “THIS!” He made sure you saw it.

“Hey, now that you got what you wanted, do you want to let me go?” You lightly hit him in the arm, he did what you told him. He slid the blade back into his sleeve and sat at the end of your bed. The note he had given you wasn’t for you specifically- but one for him to rant to. With only 3 players left and the game almost coming to an end, he needed to let it all out. The note included: How he framed Ali and got him killed and how he so greatly wanted to win this whole thing, and save his mother from all the thugs that were after him. And how pathetic he was to kill Sae-Byeok. He didn’t say that exactly but more how he felt pressured into doing it- by who? you didn’t know.

You and Sang-woo weren’t even close, but he felt like he could trust you enough to keep your mouth shut- even if you couldn’t he knew that he could go for plan B and kill you. You neared closer to him and began to speak. “I’m proud of you for speaking about it, you know we’ve all done things that we are not proud of- you have just done worse!” If looks could kill you are certain that you would be dead by now. “Asshole” he muttered, “do you really think that’s going to ease my conscience?” You just laughed, “I wasn’t trying to, if anything I wanted to make you feel worse!”

You look over to the bed at the other side of the room- there Gi-Hun was awake but not moving. He was upset and you both understood that. You tried to get up and talk to him but you felt a hand push you back down onto the bed aggressively. “He’s not worth it so stop!” You tried to move from his grasp but yet again he wouldn’t let you budge. “I said stop! Talking to Gi-hun will only make matters worse, a lot worse than they have to be!”

“You’re a dick. Let me go or I will kill you!” He just shook his head and shushed you. “Listen to me! Speak, and you die! Got that.” You simply nodded to the man beside you. All the commotion made Gi-hun look over at your bed. “(First name) what is Sang-Woo doing with you?” You tried to look at the man and answer his question but sang-woo moved your face back so you were staring at him, only him. “Don’t speak.”

You had so many questions but the best you could do was scare him. You moved your hand to his throat and kept a tight grip. “One thing you should know about me is that I don’t listen to orders from men! Especially men like you. So you better listen to me! You’re going to let me go and get the fuck out of my face, or I won’t hesitate to watch the blood pour from your neck!”

Sang-woo’s hand made contact with your face and you felt the blade to your neck sink deeper and deeper into your skin. “Not if I do it first.” You tried to grab on to him for support but he just chuckled at how pathetic you were. He stood at the edge of the bed and watched as you started to go unconscious.

“Player 457, eliminated.”