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WIP: The Undoing (Chapter 5)

Aliwoo TEA??????????????????????? Preview preview preview. heehee

Sang-woo’s assistant Ali scheduled dinner at Tamayura. He and his father had a table to themselves, secluded from others and by the window. There were mild dishes for him to eat, Ali had explained. For his still recovering stomach. But it was according to his father’s taste, which took priority. 

The three of them, Sang-woo, Ali, and Gi-hun met midday in Gi-hun’s apartment to discuss strategy. 

Ali Abdul had immigrated to South Korea from Pakistan as a teenager. A sweet omega whose talent in mechanical and computer engineering gained attention at one startup after another until he found a position at the Seong corporation. 

He was far too competent to be Sang-woo’s personal assistant, but -- 

-- well, he had taken on the position for selfish reasons that went beyond the job. 

Sang-woo was an obedient son. He was, in every sense of the word, the alpha son that Seong Dong-hyuk had always longed for Gi-hun to be. Smart, efficient, competent, talented, charming, and loyal to a fault. 

He excelled at whatever he tried, carried out his father’s orders with no hesitation, and under his careful management, Seong Corporation’s finances thrived. 

But, he had a fatal flaw. Seong Sang-woo did not want to take over the company. This strong lack of desire was so palpable that Dong-hyuk knew it would be foolish to even try to change it. 

Sang-woo would do anything to ensure the family’s success. He would give up life and limb. But he did not want to lead the next era of the Seong dynasty. 

The only son who showed that ambition at all was Gi-hun. 

Dong-hyuk understood Gi-hun’s ambition well. He was the first son of the first son after all. Still, he couldn’t help but curse the fact that if Sang-woo had just displayed an ounce of craving for power, then Dong-hyuk would not hesitate to groom him to take over as the next CEO. Still, he would be the perfect right-hand man. So, Dong-hyuk learned to hone Sang-woo’s skills over the years to be the proper executioner for Gi-hun. 

Every king needed one. 

Well, anyway. 

Sang-woo did not want to be the next CEO for the simple reason that he was in love. 

With his personal assistant, Ali Abdul. 

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Just read an evil Gi-hun fic and lord Almighty if that isn't a plot subversion that's calling to me.............. 50 likes and I'll write it

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Why hate

if not hate shaped? :(

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Lord give me strength!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm procrastinating. I always outline first before I write. Feel free to hit me up. I'm gonna need the motivation today as I work on Chapter 5.

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It will be in a dream sequence as he dies to save someone's life in Season 3 calling it now sorry not sorry

I really want to see a scene with Gayeong and Gi-hun seeing each other again, with them both hugging

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THE doomed yaoi of all yaois to ever doom

“Akira... why am i the only one talking?”

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THIS IS A FIC IN THE MAKING?????????????????????? (look they're just two best friends having shenanigans together)

Young LBH & LJJ

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In-ho: *reminiscing fondly* Remember when I tricked you into thinking I was a good guy and then faked my death to psychologically traumatize you even further?

Gi-hun: I asked you what you liked to do for fun when you were a kid.

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Yogmang Update

I updated that Inhun series I'm writing with absolutely no plan in mind, but I'm trying to stay as canon and angsty as possible HERE.

Part 1 HERE if you haven't read it.

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Gi-hun: In-ho, I'm going out for drinks with Jung-bae.

In-ho: But how can you get drinks with a corpse lol.

Gi-hun: ?

In-ho: I said have fun.

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New Inhun Fic

they're actors in an actors world and i'm so exhausted ok bai

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WIP - Squid Game Actors AU -- 457

Explicit Bit, just to whet your heaux' appetite

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Squid Game Actor AU (WIP)

I want to keep writing this fic, but I know it's going to be a HUGE endeavor. I've already outlined it, and feel overwhelmed by the standards I'm placing on myself. I'm feeling rather discouraged and unmotivated, so it would be a great help if you can show me lots of love on my other Squid Game fics to power me through. I promise I'm working very hard, but writing is consuming and I wonder if enough people care sometimes. This is what I have so far:

BLORBOS IN AN ACTORS AU (DRAFT)

If this were a typical story, it might start with an intriguing first line like, “And ‘Action!’” 

Then, a description of our protagonist, 50-year old veteran actor Seong Gi-hun, seamlessly transitioning into his latest role and performing whatever scene for his latest film -- to demonstrate his talent, his ingenuity, and to set-up the universe within which he exists for the duration of the narrative. 

But this is not a typical story.

In many ways, it is. Oh, there is love and comedy and drama and sex. That’s what any good story requires, hm? It even has a happy ending. 

But perhaps we can intrigue in other ways and start differently. 

This particular story starts with our protagonist, 50-year old veteran actor Seong Gi-hun, in a state of inaction. 

He was laying naked on the middle of his living room, big rays of Los Angeles sunlight filtering through the blinds of the screen doors that led to the backyard, striping his body like a tiger. 

He was an actor, so he’s kept his body muscular and strong and lean and hard (with a hint of softness, sure, but mostly hard). He hasn’t had any work done on his face -- he’s been blessed with a handsome one -- and, anyway, there was no shortage of roles for his looks, which can turn on a dime from caring father to blade-sharp hitman to an edgy prettiness befitting the cover of Vogue.

And he had shiny thick black hair with just the slightest hint of silver. It still fell charismatically across his forehead, like it did when he was a young man, making everyone swoon with the motion of it. 

Seong Gi-hun, with his millions of fans, and his millions of dollars, and the millions of motes of golden dust floating around him as he laid there barely breathing on the cold gray hardwood of his millions of dollars-worth house in the Pacific Palisades. 

He’s been feeling depressed lately. 

He felt the chill of ocean breeze sighing in, curling around his fingers and his toes. They felt salt fresh, bringing current events. 

He has been feeling depressed lately because the high of acting has worn off and not a single role he’s done in the last five years has brought back the dopamine of performing in front of a camera. 

Acting had turned, slowly but surely, despicably, into a job. 

“Should I retire?” he thought idly, for the ten thousandth time. “Maybe go into directing.”

But these were casual thoughts, not to be entertained. He had no interest in bossing people around and he had no idea what he’d be doing if he weren’t acting. Perhaps be a more involved father to his fourteen-year old daughter, Ga-yeong. Maybe find someone to spend the rest of his life with, instead of taking on one lover after another, like so many dishes at a high-end restaurant -- never filling, but exquisitely made and unreasonably priced. 

“Should I write something?” he asked himself, smiling a little at that. He's never had a knack with words. Other people’s words -- those he could do something with. Shape them into a person, a world unto itself, but whenever he’s tried to pen to paper -- well, cursor to screen these days -- all that came out were hackneyed phrases and a mediocre version of a mediocre version of something that already exists. 

The breeze was getting colder now, and he felt his balls shrink into themselves. Still, he didn’t move. 

His phone dinged. 

A text message. 

He reached out with his right hand, eyes closed, and fumbled around for the latest iPhone model that someone else had bought and set-up on his behalf. He didn’t have to do menial things any more, like line up at the Apple store, or upload his previous data to his new phone. He hasn’t had to do things for himself for a long time. He wondered when he started being so helpless. 

The comforting smoothness of a phone, almost a second limb by now to the modern human, in his hand: he checked the message. 

It was from his manager, Park Jung-bae. 

“I’m sending you a script,” the text said. “From Hwang Dong-hyuk.” 

Gi-hun felt the whisper of a thrill at that. He’s worked with Dong-hyuk before, on an immensely popular TV show that skyrocketed him to global fame in his thirties. A thriller mystery about a South Korean spy who infiltrates the North Korean government. But the addictive part, the part that got everybody salivating for one more episode every time one ended was that Gi-hun discovers that the right hand man of the Respected Comrade of the country is his identical twin who was separated from him at birth. 

Gi-hun played himself and his twin, and audiences were duly impressed by his range. They couldn’t stop talking about his ability to embody two different people, one who grew up in the stark harshness of a dictatorship, and the other a beloved and honored soldier in a democracy.  He had won an Emmy for the role.

Taegeuk, the show was called. It was Korean for “a great polarity.” Yin and Yang. The symbol on the center of South Korean flag. 

Gi-hun had enjoyed working with Dong-hyuk. The man was brilliant, and kind, and cared about the quality of his work. They haven’t had the opportunity to work together since, but they would chat sometimes, when he went back to Korea to visit. 

His home was in Los Angeles now, but once-in-a-blue-moon he went home for an event, or to see his mother, or drink soju -- really drink soju the right way, sitting in a dark corner of a bar and observing old businessmen after work forcing their subordinates to pour drinks for them, college-aged friends playing drinking games and squealing in laughter over this and that, and maybe -- finding a stranger who didn’t care or realize he was the Seong Gi-hun, going to a motel for the night, and having a proper fuck. 

And sometimes, when he had time, he would catch up with people like Dong-hyuk, and Bong Joon-ho, and actors he’s worked with for years -- Jang Geum-ja, Kang Deok-Su, Oh Il-nam -- so many, so many, so many -- and Cho Sang-woo of course of course of course. 

But he kept taking American scripts and American roles and he was working with Christopher Nolan and Sam Mendes and Alfonso Cuarón and Chloé Zhao and what with one thing or another, the only thing he and Dong-hyuk ever made together was the phenomenon that made Netflix billions of dollars and netted Gi-hun his first award in the west. The dopamine high from winning that Emmy had been sufficient then. 

His last award, however, had been rather meaningless. A SAG award, best supporting actor, for a film about a man who adopts a boy he finds nearly dead in the water while he’s out fishing. The boy had been nominated for the lead role, but had lost out. He was young, so he had plenty of opportunities to still win one. Leonardi DiCaprio didn’t even win his first Oscar until he was forty-one. 

But Gi-hun remembered the ugly disappointment on the boy’s face. A terrific child actor, but he couldn’t summon any of his talent in that moment. Gi-hun almost laughed. Of course the boy had lost. He had been up against Hwang In-ho, whose performance that year was so shockingly good that Gi-hun felt the meaninglessness of his own win even more acutely. 

His phone dinged again. A notification to let him know the script was in his inbox. 

Maybe, if he worked with Dong-hyuk again, he could feel that same rush as he did the last time they were together. He was currently at his lowest, so perhaps it was time to be elevated to his peak once more. Taegeuk. Extremes. Duality. 

He opened the script and began to read. 

He paid no attention to the goosebumps growing on his flesh as he laid naked on his floor and grew colder. The story was not typical, and he was quite hooked.

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SEASON 2 SQUID GAME SPOILERS

In-ho: Have you ever heard of The Matrix, Player 456?

Gi-hun: No.

In-ho: You wanna come over and watch it maybe? I got snacks. And whiskey.

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Time for an Inhun Oneshot. Pick one.

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Gi-hun: Guys, I have an idea. When the guards come, let's play dead and take their guns.

In-ho: Great plan, Gi-hun. You're so smart and big and strong and handsome and smart.

Gi-hun: Thanks, Young-il. Then, we force our way out of here.

In-ho: Yes, wonderful. Again, so handsome and brave and the most brilliant man ever.

Gi-hun: Then, I'll take Jung-bae to the control room.

In-ho: You're stupid and ugly and your plan is dumb and it's going to fall apart and I hope Jung-bae dies.

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Jun-ho: Hyeong, why did you shoot me?

In-ho: You shot me first!

Jung-bae: ...

In-ho: Alright, I got nothing.