Me trying to find Paula Cracker art that doesn't portray her as sexual or a bitch is almost near to impossible. Hello?? Did you not listen to the interview with her?? We're all gonna have to accept that Paula is insane and extremely silly at some point.
PS: everyone who hated her literally switched up the SECOND s3 dropped like they didnt even wait to finish until they went âew fuck jun hee terrible character so selfish such a bitchâ LIKE???đ
Hiiii. Could. i request a min su x reader fic? where min su is latching onto the reader while heâs high; being clingy and not understanding whatâs going on. Maybe the reader is in a blue vest during hide and seek, so is somewhat just letting it happen so she isnât killed.
Only Way Out Is Through (Death Is An Open Door)
Ao3
Writing blog @conelluwrites
Words: 2.4k
Warnings: drug use, non-explicit relationship (Reader does have feelings for Min-su, he is implied to reciprocate), no smut, reader is (was) a member of Team Thanos. Nam-gyu and Reader interaction (not platonic, romantic, or sexual, but rather a secret fourth thing).
Other: Min-su, my baby boy, you sweet lil thing... I tried finding a gif of him freaking out during hide and seek but couldn't find one. I'm about to do another re-watch of s2-s3 to keep the characters and games fresh in my mind next week. I hope you guys aren't getting bored of me describing reader as a blue vest, I swear that reader will one day be a red vest đ
âJust stay here, bitch.â Nam-gyu grunts, looking at the bloodied prongs of the fork. She sneers at him, but doesnât say anything back. She doesnât need to turn him against her, not when sheâs so damn close to the amount of money she needs. Just one more game. One more game. âSit here all pretty and quiet, let the man handle things. Gonna find those dumb pussies, kill who I can over there.â
Itâs a gross plan, one that makes her skin crawl, but the rest of the Os seemed pretty set on the idea. She wants to tell him to not go for Min-su or Se-mi, but they both are the main sources of his vitriol. The idea of that nasty fork stabbing either of them and ending their lives makes her want to slap that cold smirk off his lips as he looks at her. He sits forward and pokes her forehead with his stickied finger. âDonât go gettinâ all soft now, yeah? You donât even gotta do shit.â His voice makes her sick, heâs so damn proud of his little plan.
âYeah, yeah. Youâll be the man, youâll do it.â She says, waving him off. She doesnât want to play into his mindset, but she knows itâs the safest option. Safety over responsibility, sheâll pay for therapy later on if she has to.
He slaps her shoulder harder than he needs to, âdamn right, good girl.â
No more words are shared between the pair, hell she doesnât even glance at him as she climbs down a bunk and rests her back against the wall. She knows itâs not worth going to bed, she isnât even able to close her eyes when the lights go out. How much time passes between the lights going out and Nam-gyu patting her shoulder to let her know itâs time? It canât have been too long, but it feels like a lifetime. She thinks of Se-mi and Min-su one last time, nodding to Nam-gyu and pulling her knees up to her chest. Sheâs never been one to get her own hands dirty, especially not actually dirty.
The screams donât take too long to fill her ears and she jumps immediately, covering her ears but not daring to close her eyes. She tries to count, tries to keep track of how long it takes, but she loses count time and time again. All she can do is sit there, useless and utterly alone on the âsaferâ side of things and cower like a child. The flickering lights do little to ease her anxiety, she doesnât allow her gaze to go over to the chaos on the other side, and definitely doesnât allow herself to think of Min-su and Se-miâs bloody, gurgling bodies.
Everything that happens afterwards feels like some kind of fucking fever dream. A fucking rebellion? Led by that one guy, no doubtâŠÂ It doesnât work out, of course it doesnât.
She canât tell if sheâs relieved when Nam-gyu pats and rubs her shoulders while standing behind her on the O voting side, at least heâs still alive? At least he wasnât killed when he went after God knows how many X voters Sheâs not alone? Goddammit, how pathetic.
âGot that bitch.â He whispers, sounding more and more excited as they walk into the game room center. âShoulda seen her fucking eyes, dude- it was unreal!â She canât even talk back, she just feels⊠fucking empty at the news. âCouldnât find that pussy Min-su though, wonder where he hid at.â He makes a tsking noise, shaking his head, âdonât matter, weâll find him next game and get him then.â
âYou donât even know what the next game is.â She groans, already fed up with his bullshit. What time is it anyway? Theyâre all relying on the audio cues for morning, night, and games after all.
âTrue that. Youâre so smart.â He says, though his tone sounds more mocking than genuinely complimentary.
The game room is small, the amount of players seems larger than in the dormitory. The rules for the next part were exceedingly simple, crank the machine, get a ball, stand on the corresponding side. She goes right after Nam-gyu, closing her eyes and hoping to get on the side as him. Luck wasnât on her side and she lets out an audible âfuck.â He doesnât seem too upset that sheâs not on his side, heâll figure it all out.
The following moments make her want to cause an uproar like the other blue team members- they got a damn key while the other side got knives?! Talk about fairâŠÂ What the fuck is this bullshit. She doesnât try to switch teams, by the looks of it that was a bust idea anyway. His footsteps break her from her pity party, âyou arenât even gonna attempt to switch? Câmon, I know you got it in you.â His voice is damn sing-songy as he ruffles her hair, âI ainât gonna be able to protect you, you know. Not when I gotta-â Nam-gyu makes a stabbing motion and a grotesque noise imitating stabbing.
âDidnât expect you to.â
âDonât go pouting on me now, girl. You know you could try to switch with Min-su.â Her head immediately jerks up at the name, something that catches his interest. A shit eating grin spreads along his lips, âoh? You seem rather excited to hear that name, huh? What- are women into pussies these days or something? You and that cunt both had a soft spot for him, huh? Unbelievable.â He doesnât sound really angry, more like heâs just putting pieces of a puzzle together.
Thereâs no real time to talk, not when she and the rest of the blue team are directed to go into the doors and âhideâ. She glances at Min-su as she walks by him, their eyes meeting for a second before she looks forwards and goes through the double doors.
Her plan is simple on paper- she just needs to wait out the clock. She canât rely on other players, the only living members of Thanos World aside from her are both on the red team and she doesnât honestly trust Nam-gyu and she doubts Min-su has what it takes to pass the game, much less defend her if she found him. She doesnât take her sweet time, she instead goes head first forward. She knows she should be more careful, should plan further, should try to remember her steps, but sheâs so focused on just surviving that she canât. Slowing down to focus on anything other than getting through the clock, other than finding the fucking exit, itâs meaningless.
She jumps at the cue for the seekers. Sheâs already found that her key can only open some doors and sheâs already utterly lost. It doesnât help that every single hallway is the exact same and the ceiling feels like itâs barely above her head.
âGoddammitâŠâ She mumbles her breath, jiggling the doorknob as if itâll suddenly unlock. Sheâs been lucky enough to not run into any of the red vest players, at least not ones that seemed interested in tailing her- that one older guy who was handcuffed to the bunk earlier seemed to be going after someone else and ignored her completely.
She finds a room thatâs not been unlocked yet and goes in, closing it quietly behind her. Itâll give her a chance to think, a chance to figure something out. Maybe if she finds some corpses she could steal their keys? The idea of being so close to a dead body, much less touching one, makes her blood run cold but maybe itâll be her only chance. When she steels herself to her idea, she opens the door and jumps back instantly, her eyes widening.
âSe-miâŠ?â
Min-su? Min-fucking-su?
âWhereâs Se-mi?â
If she didnât know any better sheâd say heâs under the influence of some shit, but she doubts Nam-gyu is in the mood to share his pills with him and even if he was, surely Min-su wouldnât be stupid enough to take one, right? But he seems so off, so confused. And asking for Se-mi? Sure with everything going on maybe he somehow missed it, but surely heâd know.
A lightbulb goes off in her head and she calms down as he babbles out Se-miâs name again and holds out his hand as if asking for her to help him. She can use this to her advantage, at least maybe she can. Heâs clearly in no shape to actually hurt her. He just looks so damn lost. Itâs honestly sad, she feels a pang of genuine empathy towards him. Heâs not cut out for this games- hell, neither is she- but maybe heâll be her saving grace.
âHelp? Help me find her?â He mumbles, jerking his hand out again. âSheâs around here somewhere. Please help.â
She looks down at his hand, itâs trembling. She takes his hand and interlaces their fingers, offering him one of those sweet smiles while putting on a soothing voice, âof course, Min-su. Weâll find her. Together.â
He seems placated by this as he nods and swallows audibly- poor guy. She doesnât have time to think about her using him nor the way heâs putting his faith in her to find someone she knows is dead and cold. Â
âSheâs tall- sheâs tall and has short hair.â
âI know.â
âSheâs around here, right?â
âI assure you, she is. We just have to find her. Sheâll be happy youâre looking for her, Min-su.â
Her throat burns after saying that. She squeezes his hand without meaning to, but he squeezes her back and it brings her down to earth.Â
Every so often he pipes up again, talking more than he has since the beginning of the games. Itâs cute- er, would be cute if not for the whole death games going on around her. Sometimes itâs about the way her hands feels his in his, sometimes itâs about the way he likes her eyes- not Se-miâs but hers- and sometimes itâs just to ask where he is. Sheâs not sure how to answer that, so she just stays quiet or changes the subject with a compliment for him or praising him for being such a good friend.
Try a door here, take stairs there, exchange in conversation, itâs a pretty easy going time honestly. She tries not to think about the fact that Min-su isnât going to pass this game, that sheâs using him.
âHey, Min-su?â
Thereâs no solid response, but he makes a humming noise.
âI like you, you know? Youâre⊠Youâre not like everyone else. Youâre stronger, I think, than everyone else around.â He stops walking, making her stumble slightly.
âI think youâre strong too.â He says, he looks like he wants to say something else, but he just opens and closes his mouth before giving up.
Now that her feelings are out of the way, she can do this with no regrets, right? Thatâs what she tells herself anyway.
Finally they arrive at another door and she unlocks it and- Exit, exit, exit. She found a goddamn exit!  She releases Min-suâs hand and shoves past the woman thatâs already at the door. Min-su lets out a pathetic but Se-mi before lowering his hand. Sheâs so excited she looks back at Min-su and points before she realizes sheâs stuck with him. No sweat, right? Just do what sheâs been doing and wander around the halls with him. But then that woman starts taunting him. She feels anger bubble up in her, not enough to actually interfere but enough for her to want to interfere if she werenât so chickenshit. Min-suâs face contorts from confusion into anger as he stabs her. She feels herself back up against the exit and just watches in horror. Min-su, the quiet, confused, scared Min-su taking the life of someone. It feels like itâs happening in slow motion and like itâs sped up at the same time, her head spins with anxiety as his face drops into one of pure anguish. He drops to the floor and skitters back like a scared kitten as her body flumps against the wall.
âSe-mi, no, Iâm sorry- Iâm sorry, no!â He cries out, raising his trembling hands up as if trying to ward off the sight heâs seeing. She looks at the exit once more, fidgeting with her key as Min-su cries pitifully behind her. She has the one needed to go through and she considers it for a long moment before glancing back at him. He passedâŠÂ Heâs safeâŠÂ Sheâs at the exit and she could be safe, but she- âPlease! Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry!â
She sighs and releases her grip on the key sheâs holding and allows it to slip through her fingers to the ground before she closes the door to the room and then sits beside the petrified Min-su. Sheâll wait out the time. Sheâll cross her fingers and hope that sheâs able to make it. She canât leave him, she doesnât think she ever could even if he begged.  âItâs okay.â
âB-But-Â But I just killed Se-mi!â
She wraps an arm over his shoulders and tucks his head into the crook of her neck. Heâs sweating and her tears slicken her skin. âMin-su, baby, no⊠Youâre okay, you didnât kill her.â She knows her words are probably meaningless, whatever the fuck has him acting like this is no doubt stronger than her words could ever fucking be but itâs better than just sittign there and letting him go crazy with guilt. âShe was already dead.â
âWha-?â
âShe died last night.â His body goes rigid and she holds him tighter when he starts to breathe harder against her. Fuck, thatâs not what she wanted to happenâŠÂ She brushes fingers through his hair and starts to practice her own breathing. If sheâs going to calm him down, she has to be calm. âListen, itâs okay. Itâs not your fault. Everything is okay. Youâre not responsible.â
He wants to tell her sheâs wrong, that he just killed her, but when he looks back over to the dead body itâs not Se-mi at all, itâs not Nam-gyu either. âBut I just-?â Heâs so confused, hsi head hurts and his throat is so dry itâs bordering on painful. âIâm soâŠ?â
âDonât worry, just focus on breathing. Breathe with me.â He follows her directions, although itâs hard at first. His lungs are gasping for more air as he tries to breathe. âWeâll make it through this, okay? Weâll make it out.â He holds onto her tightly, his entire body trembling.
âTogether.â
