#sangwoo fanfiction

[yutamayo]

that did NOT help 🥺 maybe try again but put a lil more weight behind it. I can take it 💕💕

[wenyousi]

Sangwoo has cataloged all of his faults. The day Jaeyoung discovers all of them is the day Sangwoo worries he will leave and never come back.

OR

A 4+1 where Sangwoo worries he’s too much, too messy, too complicated, too demanding, or too outspoken to truly make his boyfriend happy, and the time he begins to believe Jaeyoung really cherishes him–even the parts he deems unworthy of such affection.

[coffyao]

all a blurr

link to my a03: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lalaloopsyland

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"...seungbae."

"...what?" seungbae said, mentally preparing himself for another invasive question. They had at least fifteen minutes left in the breakroom and he already spent the other fifteen dodging question after question from his co-workers.

"Where the hell did u disappear to on saturday??" "...not this again," seungbae grumbled, ripping the lid off his instant ramen. He'd much rather feed his own stomach than be subject to more interrogation. "well, don't be shy," lee winked, and nudged seungbae's shoulder, "you can say its because of a woman." "Stop speaking loudly, your embarrassing me," seungbae said, looking around the room watchfully. "Come on, just tell me all the dirty deets." "...Its not dirty." "Dirty deets, not dirty deets. Whatever. I want to hear about it right now." "I..." ___ I wasn't the type of person to go out much. The only exceptions that I had made were for work and obligatory gatherings. However, jeong lee was in my ear, reminding me of the promise that I had made him many conversations ago. He told me that if I was a man of my word, I would do this.

And i was, but only on the things that truly mattered to me. Nonetheless, on a clear, Saturday night, I had left my apartment to pick up the guys at a certain spot, where they "pre-prepared" for the ladies. It was a semi-derelict bar at the rough side of town, where it consisted of broken, flickering lights, chipped stools and the strong aroma of middle age crisis. Unsurprisingly, the loudest one there was lee himself, drinking shot after shot, and proclaiming drinking king status, despite him being a pathetic light-weight.  dragged him by the wrist and threw him into the front seat, giving him a bottle of water that i saved especially for him just in case things went wry. Once we arrived at this club, the regret that pressed against the back of my mind fluctuated when we waited at the que, smelt the stench of vomit and paid a hefty entry fee. Annoying. Once we barely managed to get in, the lights were immediately dizzying, and the amount of people that i pass through felt like a endless sea of traffic. Once we made it to the bar counter, one of the guys decided to make a disparaging remark about my social skills, and how I was more likely going to sit in a corner and keep to myself all night. So annoying. And because lee thought he knew what was good for me, he bought me a drink so I could let loose and leave my boring persona for the night. i didn't have the energy to refute his very misguided intentions.

So i drank it all. It was dully bitter.

He gave me a heavy pat on the back, and told me to buy another. So i did.

It was still bitter. Shortly after, they left to disappear within the growing swarm to do hell knows what, and I was alone, just as they said i was going to be, and i stewed in my own anger. I need a distraction. And since i had no way of letting this anger go, i took a leap and decided to go into the swarm, to desperately find the release that I was looking for. then, i stopped.

She caught my sleeve with her hand, and when I turned, her soft, siren-like voice spoke to me.

"let's dance together."

Her command was like a soothing song to my soul.

So I awkwardly followed her lead, and as she swayed her body, she allowed me to move in close, my mind being swept away by her smell, drawn into a trap I didn't want to escape.

She giggled, and like someone who had their prey right where they wanted it, she slyfully took my hand with hers, leading me out of the crowd and into a unoccupied bathroom.

She locked it, and when she started to approach, her sweetness became wolfish, even aggressive, as her slender hands led me towards the wall, and she sank her lips against my neck.

"Does this feel good for you?" she muttered between each kiss, each rougher than the last, and my words were lost in my throat, unable to comprehend how I got myself into such a compromising position. As much as I was meant to be a professional, I was submerged by the look she gave me, and my body was at her will, for her own personal entertainment.

so, I decided to do what is unlike me. just like they said I should do.

I kissed her, pulling the straps off her dress as I let her rip the buttons of my collared shirt, and when I exerted the same force she gave me and held her legs so our skin was stuck against each other, I was turned on.

and when I used my thumb to make circular movements around her clit, and she bit on my shoulder as she held in her gasps, I was close.

I was very close to forgetting everything and having sex with her.

It had been a long time since having such a feeling.

but I stopped myself once I realised the implications of having sex in a public space, and I slowly set her down, unable to look at her face.

but she took off my glasses, wiped the steam that had built up off my lenses, and gave it back to me.

"...just in case we do see each other again, make sure you remember my face properly."

In a peculiar way, it seemed that she understood.

but, when would I even see her again?

once we got dressed, she told me to leave first. But, before I did, I looked at her one more time.

long, wavy hair. soft cheeks...

"...see you soon," she said.

and a pretty smile.

I did want to see her again.

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"...I went outside for fresh air," seungbae finishes, and leaves the breakroom before lee could start picking apart his sentence.

--

"hey. is everything okay with you?"

"..."

"alright. I'll see you when we go to the aquarium then."

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[wolvenhour]

Claimed by Jang Jaeyoung

this is a fluffy, smutty fic I wrote around the words that inspired an idea that I couldn't get out of my head after watching semantic error.

I hope you'll enjoy it! I'd love to hear your thoughts if you read it! xx

Title: Claimed by Jang Jaeyoung

Summary: In which Sangwoo realizes that the idea of Jaeyoung claiming him doesn’t feel like the worst thing in the world anymore. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Chapters: 1/3

Word count: 5225

Fandom: Semantic Error (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Chu Sangwoo/Jang Jaeyoung

Characters: Chu Sangwoo, Jang Jaeyoung, Choi Yuna, Go Hyeongtak

Tags: Established Relationship, POV Alternating, References to Episode 3 of the Drama, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Communication, Hyung Kink, Jang Jaeyoung Has a Hyung Kink, Jang Jaeyoung is So Whipped, Possessive Behavior, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read chapter 1/3 on ao3

[buncoreclown]

Ayo first fic in forever!! A bit of a Killing Stalking character study with an idea I had stuck in my head. Hope you enjoy!

[tepli-mravenci]

You ever find a fanfic that sounds kinda cool and interesting from the summary so you're like okay lemme see the tags and then there's alpha/beta/omega and you're like SHIT THEY GOT ME AGAIN!

[semantics-error]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

Sorry I'm so late getting around to this, I didn't let myself post here until I finally posted the first chapter of my post-canon sandray fic on ao3. And then I was traveling without my laptop for a bit.

I only have five fics on ao3 but we'll make do!

For having loved a little while

“Stop it,” Sand said, pushing Ray’s hand off of his neck yet again. They were sitting at his tiny kitchen table, eating breakfast.

Brand new sandray (+nick but in a platonic way) fic!

Say Yes

“Here’s to Mew, who’s finally getting fucked tonight,” Boston said, raising a glass.

Ray oneshot from while the show was airing

Everything You've Ever Wanted

“We both sleep on the same bed,” Khai explained, his mouth twitching into a smirk.

Khai/Third

This Will End

Why do you have to be so difficult?

I skipped the first few lines which are quoted from a song.

Jaeyoung/Sangwoo

The Aftermath

“Che Yun-che,” Sangwoo said, breaking the silence.

ship: Jaeyoung/Sangwoo

--- So yeah, obviously there's a pattern here of me starting with dialogue. Even the one that doesn't technically start with dialogue still starts with internal monologue. Which is technically considered bad practice, woops!

However, I think in fanfiction this rule is a bit less important, since readers are usually already familiar with the characters. There's no real need to describe them physically before having them talk, and a reader can usually even guess who is speaking without any context. Readers (me, I'm readers) just want to see their favorite characters interacting and doing stuff, not read long paragraphs of description.

Often the settings are familiar as well, so there's less of a need to set up a scene before diving into the action (my version of action is dialogue heh).

Anyway, dialogue is definitely my comfort zone, so no surprise that I like to start with it. It's the part that comes to me first in any scene! And all of the above is just an excuse for the fact that I have aphantasia and therefore I could not care less about description, whether I'm reading it or writing it (for those of you that write beautiful descriptive prose: sorry! I'm skipping it every time!) But since I know other people do care, I am trying to get better at it.

Again sorry I'm so late with this, and thank you @29daffodils for the tag this was very fun to explore :)

[butterbabyflapjack]

chapter 8 is live⁎⁺˳༚*ೃ༄❤️

t w i s t e d

Oh Sangwoo x f!reader (18+)

“You’re off to a really bad start in our game,” he breathed beside your cheek, a smirk to his voice. “But you’re lucky, because we have company coming, and I can’t have you broken before we greet our guest. So I’ll let this one slide.” His lips shifted closer to your ear. “Like I said,” he whispered, pulling from you an uncontrolled shiver, “lucky you. Guess I’m excited to play. It’s got me in a good mood.”

He tucked back some of your hair, his breath still hot against you, though its tease turned to warning. “I won’t be if I find you breaking the rules again.”

Wherein an obsessive Oh Sangwoo kidnaps you for his own twisted desires

[ TAGS ] dubious consent, rape/non-con, obsessive behavior, serial murder, disposal of bodies, stalking, kidnapping, escape attempts, predatory behavior, mind games, bondage, forced & coerced sexual acts, stockholm syndrome, choking, aftercare, non-consensual snuggling, unreliable narration, domestic abuse, threats & depictions of violence, unhealthy relationships, mentions of miscarriage, pining, mutual pining, attempted murder, unrequited love, hate sex, rough sex, shower sex, hurt/comfort, serial killer fluff, daddy kink, mommy issues, brainwashing, playing house, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, non-consensual touching & voyeurism, non-consensual blowjobs, knifeplay, mental illness, history of abuse, Sangwoo enjoys playing with his food, revenge, kill or be killed, praise & degredation, dead dove: do not eat, twisted romance (the only one who considers this romantic is Sangwoo), horror, thriller, manipulation, blood/violence/injury/death, depictions of gore, impact play

read on ao3 ❤️

one • two • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • tbc

[cherriesonaversatile]

Betting On Zebras. Chapter 5.

Someone had even been taking care of the flowers and there was no silver card.

Had I done something wrong? Had I done something right?

READ MORE ON AO3

[yutamayo]

you dont even try to justify how terrible you are or reason with people who disagree with you. you have the idgaf attitude and yet you create 15 posts on the spot. looks like gaf energy to me 😭😭 ur such a joke. & stop blowing up people’s inboxes on anon telling them to kill themselves freak

Is this BC I said don't bully me I'll cum :(

I don't use anon :/ if I'm gonna say something I'ma say it with my entire chest, esp if it's to tell someone (who?) to yeet themselves into the abyss. By all means please do take notes 🙏🏽

[chaifootsteps]

SpicyDice

Said it on the twits, but wanna mention it here. Viv writes like a fanfiction Fujoshi. She utilizes tropes as her story, not as components of a story. The tropes tell her audience what they are supposed to think and feel about the story. And this really does remind me of the Killing Stalking fandom.

The creator of Killing Stalking never once meant for the story to be a romance. The main bishonen top is actually sexually assaults and abuses the uwu uke bottom, but that actually is how the seme realizes he's gay and/or in love with the uke or vice versa where being SA is how the uke falls in love with and/or realizes they are gay for the seme (trope from NO MONEY, Love Stage, Dakaichi, Junjou Romantica, etc).

Except in Killing Stalking, Sangwoo isn't gay, doesn't have his gay epiphany and is actually a straight male performing SA against another man due to his own psychosexual hangups about his mother. Actually acknowledging the fact that straight men also SA other men, usually homosexual men, as a form of torture.

But it also showed how this primarily female demographic dehumanized gay men, normalizing abuse and sexual assault as a pathway to sexual actualization or relationship building. The fact that the audience didn't authentically engage with the material but heavily relied on the identification of familiar tropes to direct the story for them. That the idea of abuse in these dynamics was romanticized as some kind of tortured love rather than the legitimate danger it was depicted as.

We know Viv is part of this demographic. These sort of tropes are littered all over HB and it's sort of a repeat cycle where the fandom just turns off their brains instead of thinking about the story. But I'll be honest, Killing Stalking wasn't the most refined subversion. The tropes were obvious where they were played and came off more confusing than as a criticism. I remember thinking how the story both depicted this situation as extremely fucked up only for the trope language to seem to try and justify it. Like Bum being assaulted by a family member and so the situation (through trope language) felt like the creator was trying to say that Sangwoo was somehow the better option after giving Bum basic human decencies between the torture.

It isn't what they meant to say, but there needed to be some more narrative clarification for the subversion to be more clear.

And the thing is, I absolutely hate the term fujoshi. Or rather, I hate the way it's so often used to demonize girls, especially younger ones, for being into something guys tend to get a pass on.

The thing is, even at our most cringe, even while gobbling down yaoi bodice rippers left and right, I feel like most of us always had some awareness that it wasn't...good. Like, this was not okay, this wasn't something that should be emulated in real life.

I don't know. I feel like we're losing that.

[oh-goodness-loki]

Shipper Tag Game!

I was tagged by: @theflagscene, thank you!

What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

I don't remember much about when I was a teenager, least of all shipping characters (this concept didn't occur to me until I started reading fanfiction and getting onto Tumblr). I just remember getting into fanfiction because of Supernatural/Marvel. So I guess ummm Loki/Darcy or Destiel.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

It would probably have been a y/n x supernatural character. Starting out, I was really into those for a while but besides that, I think...Destiel or Loki/Sigyn.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

The only fanfiction (that I've finished and published) are for Hannigram (hannibal x will). It's a Phantom of the Opera AU and idk I think for a first fic, it was pretty good.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw fanart of?

I honestly can't remember. My memory is pretty shit about some things.

5. Did you ever get into ship discord?

Nope. I think it's a waste of time. I'm very much someone who lets people ship what they want. If I see a ship I don't like, I just block the tag.

6. Did you used to have a NOTP or have any currently?

I am not a fan of the R*ylo ship. The pairing is whatever, but what I hate the most about it is the fact that the movies were completely changed to have those characters together. It was honestly shit.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Babe/Charlie. It would've been Phaya/Tharn but I am trying to stay away from spoilers and I don't want to accidentally come across one on ao3.

8. Currently have any OTPs?

*cracks knuckles* Hannigram, Phaya/Tharn, Hannigram, Babe/Charlie, Alan/Jeff, Jaeyoung/Sangwoo, Symbrock, White/Sean, Mickey/Ian, and Vegas/Pete. I'm sure there's more, but those are what I remember.

9. Is there any couple that to this day you are extremely mad about them not getting together?

I don't know...

10. Is there any ship that you used to dislike but now you think are kind of interesting?

I used to hate Eddie Gluskin (from Outlast Whistleblower) and he gets shipped with Waylon Park. A few years ago I saw fanart of them in a Cabin in the Woods AU and then I read the fic that was based off of that fanart and I was hooked.

11. Do you have a ship that in the past was considered 'normal' but now you would be canceled over?

I don't think the fandom has ever considered it 'normal' but Hannigram is hated by a huge portion of the Stranger Things fandom.

12. What's your favorite crack ship?

Idk if it's considered a crack ship, but SpaceDogs (Nigel from Charlie Countryman and Adam Raki from Adam). I just find them adorable.

13. Who is the couple you've read the most fanfics of?

Hannigram (this includes the Hannibal Extended Universe IYKYK) They are my OTP of OTPs.

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

Probably obsessiveness. The type that IRL would be very unhealthy, but is so delicious to read.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Miscommunication. It's so annoying. Especially when one character refuses to hear the other's explanation or where one character hears the other talking to someone and they mishear/assume something and then leave before hearing the rest of it. And it leads to a misunderstanding and ugh. It gets annoying lol.

Tagging: @negrowhat @obvious-fandom-reference @therealblessedaffliction @kijilinn @thedeviljudges

[coffyao]

certain distractions

link to my a03: https://archiveofourown.org/

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summary: seungbae is in the middle of his push-ups. yoonbum isn't having it.

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when seungbae was in his zone, it was almost always required that he had absolutely no distractions. as mellowed out as he became when he started a relationship with yoonbum, his strict, exercise regime had always remained the same. there were no exceptions, this was something he needed to do in order to remain physically capable.

putting his hands in the middle of the living room, he continued pushing his arms up and down, keeping a steady rhythm, with the sweat running off his forehead, and in particular, his biceps and pecs.

yoonbum had watched him from a distance a few times, either peeking from the bedroom door, or remaining on the sofa until he finished, and they would talk about their day after, like they usually did.

he always looked good when he did it, as always. 

but today, he started to look a little...

too good.

clearly, seungbae had many attractive qualities, but the one that yoonbum had appreciated most was his highly disciplined nature, one that he lacked himself and found inspiration on how well he took care of his body.

he was itching to feel it.

he creaked open the bedroom door, and took quiet steps, systematic mutters of "20, 21, 22..." making him unnoticeable, and he stood behind him, watching his back arch back and forth as he moved his arms.

...amazingly good.

after he finished the last push-up, seungbae turned his body around in a sit-up position, and was caught off guard when he realised that yoonbum was above him the entire time.

"...bum?" he managed to say, but he knew that dreamy look all too well. 

"a-ah, sorry..." yoonbum stuttered, and he stepped back, embarrassed that he let his excitement take over him again.

"...bum, there's nothing to be sorry about."

up until now, when it came to his orderly routine, he disliked distractions, but the longer he knew yoonbum, the more his intolerance lessened, and the more that he looked at him, the more he decided to let things go.

"...did you want something?"

you.

"y-yes," yoonbum swallowed, and as he started to move forward again, his dirty thoughts surfaced faster than he could anticipate, regressing to the floor on his hands and knees.

you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you.

"I want you..." he murmured, his mind and body beyond the constraints of want, and more what he needs now before he implodes.

ah, those eyes again. 

at this rate, seungbae couldn't stop himself, exerting his own body and pushing bum onto the floor, the sweat on his own skin heating up.

seungbae breathed, "you can't keep doing this to me." 

"...doing what?" bum muttered, putting his hand over seungbae's nape. 

fuck.

"bum, your driving me...crazy." 

But he was far from annoyed. rather, if yoonbum made of a habit of doing this every time he exercised, he certainly wasn't going to get anything done.

"...but is that so bad?" bum answered, pressing a singular kiss on his wrist. 

"...yes, no. it might be," he huffed, feeling bums fingers caress his back, moving back and forth in a continuous motion.

"then come find out with me, and see..." bum said, using his hand to move seungbae's head forward, closing his eyes.

...never mind.

seungbae leans with his hand, pressing his mouth onto bums lips, deciding to his dutiful routine for another day.

[jojikawa]

I’m so grateful for 900 followers! Only just a few months ago I had about 300. The valorant fanfictions are really carrying me lol

I love making contributions to Valorant, JoJo and all the other fandoms I write for like Killing Stalking. I hope to write so much more and to continue evolving my content so that I can do a better job at telling my stories. I want to work on building a narrative for an original story. I have not chosen the fandom yet. Until I figure it out, I will be making an experimental series after The Bride of Dio that will have an original narrative ❤️

I want to thank my Dio fanfic viewers and JJK fanfic viewers for not leaving hate DMs or comments after establishing that the reader is black 🙇🏽‍♀️ I’ve always been so afraid of expressing myself in the anime community bc of the amount of hate I see POC get. It’s rarely happened to me directly bc I have always been racially ambiguous until recently but since I’ve just come out and been open about my race, there’s been nothing but support 💖

I’ll be posting again soon! I have a lot of content that I have been working on for League of Legends (Kayn and Yone), the Bride of Dio part 2 called “Wicked Eyes”, at least 2 more parts to the Sangwoo x Killer! Reader for Killing Stalking, Valorant Gekko headcanons + Gekko x Celebrity reader called “Soul Mate”, Escapism (Jotaro x Goddess! reader) and lastly, I have a pending Persona 5 fanfiction (Ren Amamiya x reader) that will deal with heavy themes as the reader will be an previous victim of Kamoshida the same way Ann and Shiho were. The fanfic means a lot to me bc I was a victim of similar things. I’m not sure if the Persona Community on tumblr is very big but I hope the fic does well when it comes out! ❤️

Anyways, back to writing. Thank you!

[yes-i-am-a-tree]

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished (Sang-woo x reader)

Sang-woo x AFAB* reader story. (squid game) 

* The only reason the reader is AFAB is because, in the story, they use the women’s restroom. I always try to use gender neutral pronouns*

Summary: you and sang-woo complete the 5th game together, and you end up getting hurt instead of Sae-byeok. 

Warnings: Death, Main character death, Blood, Angst, Sang-woo being  psychopathic  :’) 

I dunno if this classifies as Sae-byeok x reader bc you two do have a moment...

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It was the 5th game. You, Gi-hun, Sae-byeok, Sang-woo, and another man, ahead of all of you, were still alive. You were almost there to the end. Just one more glass panel in the way before all of you were to safety.

Thankfully you were one of the last ones to choose a number along with Gi-hun, and ended up between Sang-woo and Sae-byeok.  

At first you were prone to choose one of the higher numbers, but before you chose Sang-woo told you to wait and choose a middle number or one of the last ones, and you respected and trusted him so you waited until you got a hold of number 15. 

The only numbers left right now were 17,16,15,14, and 13. And at the moment 13 was stalling before he made his decision. 

For the past minute 13 had been trying to determine which glass was tempered or normal, and you could tell everyone was feeling the pressure of the impending doom there was if we ran out of time. 

You had all run out of ideas, and you could tell from behind Sang-woo that he was getting anxious. You had known him for 2 years when you both attended Seoul National University. 

“I… I can’t tell them apart” you heard 13 say despairingly. “If we had another marble…” 

He waited for something to intervene and save him from this situation. He didn’t want to die, and neither did anyone here, but time was running out and something needed to happen. 

You shakily stood up from your sort of crouching position. You took a deep breath and leaped onto the glass Sang-woo was standing on, forcing him to move some to the side.

“What are you doing?” He brashly asked. 

“We're running out of time.” You paused, “I’ll go.”

“No,” Sang-woo answered without hesitation. “You’re staying put, he’s going.” Sang-woo had always admired your bravery and determination when you knew each other back then, but now was not the time. 

You looked at him “We don't have time to argue, we all need to live”

At that 13 stood up in expectation that you would join him to further jump on one of the last glass panels.

“You’re not moving,” Sang-woo directed at you, and then pointed at the man in front of him. “JUST GO!” 

Number 13 stuttered at Sang-woo’s volume. Eyes glancing between you and Sang-woo. “They- They said they would-”

Sang-woo didn’t bother to listen to the man’s excuse for staying in place. He forcefully shoved him backward, the man breaking the tempered glass in front of him on the way down. Shortly afterward you could hear his body hit the bottom. 

“GO!” Sang-woo yelled in your ear. 

Mostly in fear of the man beside you, and the time running out, you quickly jumped across the last remaining glass to the end. Sang-woo and the other two followed just as briskly before the time hit zero.

Just when you thought you were safe after the clock stopped you heard glass shatter. You turned your head to see the glass panels explode before you, and in retaliation you tried to shield your body from the impending glass shards.

But it was not enough. A good sized chunk pierced you right in the side. You didn’t feel the pain much at first, but you could definitely tell it was deep. Deep enough to possibly kill you. 

...

Later, when you all arrived back to your shared chamber, You could hear Gi-hun argue with Sang-woo about how he murdered the man. But you were too tired, and in too much pain to care. You quickly noticed and accepted that there were four beds left, one for each person, and quickly claimed one to sit and wait. 

But in not much time some guards entered and offered you all “gifts.” You quickly took this opportunity to check your wound, and hurried to the women’s restroom.

When you entered the women’s restroom, you wasted no time removing your shirt to inspect the wound. You looked bad, even worse than you thought, and you had to suppress a gag. You were never good with bloody injuries, but thankfully, surviving all previous games toughed you up a bit. 

You bit into your shirt and prepared to carefully remove the glass shard. 

When you yanked it out you let out a pained yell, clenching your teeth hard around the shirt, but it was muffled.

Now, the blood wasn’t being stopped by the glass and it was leaking at a fast pace down your side and onto the sink. 

You took your shirt and wrapped it around the lower part of your torso where the wound was, and knotted it tight, eliciting another groan of pain from you. 

You hoped that was enough to stop the bleeding and leaned against the cold mirror to catch your breath. Closing your eyes, you tried to think of good memories, something to distract you because the pain was almost unbearable. 

Not long afterward, you faintly heard the door to the women’s restroom open. 

You pried open one eye to catch Sae-byeok carrying the “gift” box. She was walking toward you. 

You could only imagine the sight. Blood covering the sink and the floor beneath it. Some on the mirror, but mostly soaking your clothes. And you, clutching your wound and panting like you ran a couple miles.

“What happened?” you heard her monotone voice say. 

“I-” your voice held a considerable amount of pain. “Some of the glass got me in my...side”

Sae-byeok nodded and for a while it was silent. 

You knew what she was thinking. You were hurt. Badly hurt. If the last game was physical, there was no chance of your survival. In fact, you probably weren’t going to last the night. At this rate you were done. You were finished. 

“Do you need help?” She asked quietly. “The gift was some clothes.”

You nodded. And She took out your suit and helped you change. If one person was going to leave this place, whoever it may be, you really hoped it was her.

“Sae-byeok…” you started. “ I hope that… when you get out-”

“I'm done” she cut you off. “You should leave, if you stay here too long the guards will get suspicious” 

You slowly nodded before half limping away, but before you left you turned to her. “Thank you” You said, and exited the bathroom. 

Sae-byeok continued to stare at the ground from when she was tying your shoelaces. She didn’t want to lose another nice person. She didn’t want to get close to anyone else. Not after her…

...

When you all returned, the chamber had changed. There was a square shaped long dining table in the middle of it, the table was decorated fancily, and there were even candles and steak to eat. 

You were ushered by guards to your assigned place to sit and then, after sometime you were left to yourself. 

In normal situations, this could be seen as a nice, classy, even romantic atmosphere to eat. You would normally dig in, but right now. You felt too uncomfortable to eat, let aloe sit. And the atmosphere was tense, unsettling. Gi-hun was obviously still angry, and Sae-byeok’s mood was somber.

Then, almost hesitantly, Sang-woo was the first one to touch his food and eat. And the rest of you began too. 

You could tell, even throughout eating, everyone was wary of each other. Of course, Gi-hun and Saebyeok had trust between each other, and they both also trusted you. So really, Sang-woo was the only one to be anxious about, and there were heavily uneven opposing sides. But part of you still believed in him. Part of you still believed in everyone, but mostly in him.

Sang-woo was never a bad person. Ever since the day you had met him you knew he had a humble soul, and you always understood and helped him, and he in turn, helped you. The last thing you wanted was to side with him and fight against Gi-hun and Sae-byeok, but maybe you could see if all four of you could work together in the last game. If you made it long enough… 

But as the guards cleared the tables and cleaned up you felt worse and worse about it. Especially when one layed a single steak knife in front of you and to the rest. You knew what they were doing. They were setting you all up to kill each other before the next game! 

...

A lot of time passed before anything happened. Everything was quiet in the Chamber room. No one had anything to say, but everyone knew not to fall asleep. 

Earlier, Gi-hun had visited Sae-byeok’s bed, probably to discuss something about the next game. So it left you and Sang-woo alone on the other side of the large room.

It was extremely hard to stay awake, in fact, you were constantly fighting just to keep your eyes open, so you figured standing would be better. 

You could see through the dim light that Sang-woo was having a hard time staying awake as well. And apparently you weren’t the only one who noticed this because you saw Gi-hun stalk toward him, just a bit, with the steak knife in his hands. 

You didn’t want another murder, especially not on Sang-woo, so you (as fast as you could) limped over to Sang-woo’s cot. 

There he was, sitting up, using the wall to support himself. His head was hanging and you could see the steak knife slip out of his hand and land on his mattress.

“Sang-woo” You said softly. Constantly adjusting your stance to accommodate the pain. “Sang-woo”

He slowly opened his eyes and panicked. Snatching the knife and holding it in a defensive position. His eyes looked crazy, completely different to the way you remember all those years ago. 

“Sang-woo, it's me. I'm not here to kill you.” 

He was still anxious, and it broke your heart to know he didn’t trust you. 

“You were about to fall asleep. I didn’t want you to get hurt” You said truthfully. 

“Where’s your knife?” He asked bluntly.

“I have it right here” You said as you pulled it from your pocket. “But I have no intention of using this” and you threw it far away, in the direction of your bed. 

Sang-woo watched it clatter near the foot of your bed, and his attention was back on you. He calmed down, and remembered who he was talking to. He lowered his arm and released some tension. 

“Can I sit down?” You asked, and motioned toward his bed.

He slowly nodded. He was more scared as to why you wanted to sit with him. 

“Thanks” You answered and slowly sat down, to minimize the pain. But of course when you finally relaxed on the mattress you let out a groan of pain. This did not go unnoticed by Sang-woo, but he didn’t want to say anything, afraid of what he, himself, might do if he DID know you were injured. 

“Why?” you asked simply. You were still thinking about what he did in the last game.

He hesitated before answering. He looked up at you but also caught Gi-hun and Sae-byeok staring at the both of you from across the chamber.

“It was the only way. He wouldn’t move-”

“That isn’t true, I could've gone. I wanted to go”

He sighed and put his knife somewhere behind him rather than in his hand.

“I couldn’t let you do that” He almost whispered, ignoring the question. 

You both sat in silence. You didn’t want to argue with him. 

“You…” he quietly uttered. “You mean a lot to me, I didn’t want to see you dead” 

You couldn’t respond. You appreciated his concern, but murder is murder, and you weren’t easily forgiving that.

“You mean lots to me too, But I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

He nodded. “I… understand” 

Not too long after, your vision went black for a second. And you swayed a bit in place. He instinctively reached out to balance you, but you swatted his hands away with whatever strength you had left. 

“Please, I don’t need it. I’m fine.” but both of you knew you were lying. And he finally noticed the red coating the white button up underneath your coat.

“You’re hurt” He stated. And ignored your protests and laid you down, getting up in the process and moving his knife so you could lie down. 

“Sang-woo...Listen” You spoke. Halting his movements to make you comfortable. “I’ll probably not make it to the end, my father depends on me back home. Please help him for me. Tell him I sent you.” 

But Sang-woo was still silent. You thought he was listening but his thoughts were far elsewhere. 

“Sang-woo…” you called, your voice pained, “Sang-woo?”

His eyes were frantic. You had never seen him so upset and unsettled. 

You could feel yourself drift away. Your eyes were not focusing and you felt so, so heavy. Your eyes closed and you stilled. 

But then, You could hear yelling. And all of a sudden, something plunged into the side of your neck. 

Your eyes opened wide and at first you saw Sang-woo, he was holding himself above you. But then you saw his arm, and his hand. 

He had stabbed the knife to hilt in your throat. And red covered your vision. You saw red on him. And then with one choked sob, your eyes lost that spark, and you died. 

Gi-hun had seen it. He was worried about you the moment he saw you walk over to him. But he was also confused. How could you trust that bastard? 

And now you were dead. He had seen Sang-woo lay you down, lean over you, and stab you. He was a cold hearted murderer. And as soon as he saw you faint he was running in your direction. 

“SANG-WOO!” Gi-hun screamed in anger.

But Sang-woo didn't answer. He was still staring at you, holding you cheek. Your blood staining his face and hands. 

Once Gi-hun reached you, He shoved Sang-woo off of you, and leaned over to look. You were really dead. And as if to prove it, the lights turned on and the door to the chamber opened. 

Masked guards walked in with a coffin. And walked over to take your limp, lifeless body away. 

Gi-hun finally looked up to see Sang-woo’s expressionless face. Sang-woo looked more tired than anything else. 

“You!” Gi-hun got up. “You monster! You were friends!”

Yet Sang-woo continued to stay silent. 

Gi-hun raised his knife, aiming to strike Sang-woo, but a guard pushed him away and restrained him.

Another guard shoved Sang-woo away with the end of their gun. As Gi-hun continued to yell and scream at Sang-woo, Sang-woo watched as they took your body away, probably to be disposed of, he wouldn’t know.

In truth, he didn’t know why he did it. You were going to die anyway. It was like an urge he couldn’t control. He would go his whole life not knowing why, but out of all the people he killed. Either outright or in the games to win. Yours hurt the worst. And he would probably think about you, until the day he died.

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