𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 | 𝐧𝐚𝐦-𝐠𝐲𝐮
summary: you’re about to lose your life before an old friend steps in to save you.
warnings: fem!reader x nam-gyu, smutttttt, graphic depictions of death/murder (hide & seek), swearing
words: 5k
requests: open :)
the room is eerily silent, void of any noise aside from the mechanical clicking of the machine in front of you. you wait in line for your fate to be sealed, life and death revealing themselves through red and blue rubber balls.
you’re not sure how you made it this far—it’s the fourth game, and each has been more challenging than the last, especially since you’ve gone solo. you’ve been surviving in solitude since thanos died. he was the first person to approach you in this hellhole, and you figured his incessant flirting was a good sign; it meant safety, protection, and belonging in a place where everyone was a stranger. and for a while, thanos provided you all of those things, even killing others to ensure you lived.
but then, he was killed.
from that moment on, you isolated yourself, no longer trusting anyone. you didn’t even allow yourself to hang around nam-gyu or min-su, who’d stuck with you and thanos since the beginning. you’ve seen the most horrifying atrocities commited right before your very eyes, often carried out by those you’d least expect. thanos’ death means there’s no one left to save you; all it takes is one slip up, one moment of hesitation or regret, and you’ll lose your life. he was by no means a knight in shining armor, but he always had your back. and now, you’re forced to have your own back.
you’re hesitant as you approach the gumball machine, feeling your heart drum in your ears as you reach out for the metal knob. the machine is cool to the touch and it cranks out a ball with a quiet whirr.
blue.
you have no idea what to expect as you trudge over to the blue side, your heart heavy. you spare a brief glance at the crowd around you, recognizing a few familiar faces. you dare to look at the other side, where you find nam-gyu and min-su. you feel your heart sink even further at the sight. despite your intentional distancing from the two men, the last thing you want is to be pit against them.
once gi-hun receives the final red ball, the guards brief you for the fourth game. “the game you’ll be playing today is hide-and-seek. players of the blue team must find the exit within thirty minutes, or stay hidden to avoid being caught by members of the red team before the game ends.”
avoid being caught?
your pulse quickens dramatically at the guard’s words, fight-or-flight kicking in once you notice each member of the red team receives a knife. the circular key bestowed upon you is nothing compared to the weapon you watch nam-gyu toy with, studying the blade as though it were a prize. and in his mind, it probably is.
you think back to the moments you’ve shared with the man and how thanos helped bring out his sadistic nature. it’s clear the games have unleashed something primal from within nam-gyu, something violent and animalistic that you know you should fear, yet it intrigues you deeply. he’s always been kind to you, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t devilishly attractive, but you figure you can never be too trusting—not in this place.
instead, you sneak glances at the man like you always have, studying his wild, dilated eyes and slender fingers that curl around the knife in familiarity. he smirks in approval of his new role and you wonder if he’s already plotting against your team. you can’t help but ask yourself, if he were to cross paths with you, would he spare you? or would he slaughter you as though you’re nothing but a player in a game? you decide it’s best not to even think like that—not to get caught up with the “what ifs” when your life is on the line. for all you know, nam-gyu is completely far gone, and thanos’ cross around his neck only reinforces that.
you’re forced to look away from the man once the guards call for your team to enter the arena. you’re lucky to get a headstart, but you know you’ll need more than luck to last over five minutes in this place. you have no way to defend yourself—only the key around your neck can help you, but even then, you’re not sure how far that will get you.
the other blue team members enter the room in a panic, sprinting down the empty corridors in hopes of finding refuge. you find yourself running, too, unsure of where you’re even going. the least you can do, for now, is put distance between yourself and the entrance. you come to a stop when you reach a dead end, feeling panic blossom in your chest. from the distance, you hear the charged hoots and hollers from the red team, making their presence known to the rest of you. you feel like helpless prey, a trembling mess as the footsteps of your predators thunder closer.
you turn around, bolting down the empty corridor in hopes of finding the escape. you round the corner and see a man from your team fumbling with the lock on a door, his shaky hands prohibiting him from unlocking it. when he finally gets in, he scurries into the small room and slams the door shut. you’re not sure if hiding is the best idea; though it’s a temporary saving grace, you think about how easy it is for the red team to acquire keys. all they need to do is remove the necklace from their victims, then there’s nothing stopping them from barging into each room until there’s not a single blue player left. the realization makes you feel even more helpless, and you remind yourself that the games are cold and unforgiving—you were never meant to survive, just kill until you’re killed, like survival of the fittest, only crueler. you’ve been lucky enough to make it this far, but the impending doom of your fate ticks away at your brain like an old clock.
you break out of your panicked thoughts when you hear a nearby scream, followed by the repeated, sickening slash of knife against flesh. the screams soon come to a halt, a pained gurgle signifying the loss of life. the robotic voice you’ve become so accustomed to announces the death with the player’s number, cold and emotionless, and you force yourself to keep running. the sad truth of this place is that it strips away your humanity, makes you indifferent to death because you fear your own, and you have no time to stop and process things. it’s enough to drive you to the brink of insanity, and you know people are far beyond that point by now.
you sprint down the hall, ignoring the blood that paints the corridors, and round the corner to be faced with a member of the red team. you widen your eyes once you process your unfortunate circumstances and quickly turn around, bolting back toward the direction you came from. you can hear that the man is right on your trail and he grunts in both desperation and exertion as he chases after you, wielding a knife in his right hand. you know you need to think fast or else you’ll die, but your options are extremely limited. your mind briefly flashes to thanos, then nam-gyu, and you shake the thoughts away, reminding yourself that you’re on your own. your only options right now are to try to get into a room—which seems unlikely considering the killer’s close proximity—or to die, which is not ideal.
you decide to keep running, praying you don’t find yourself in another dead end. the man follows closely behind you, but a small distance grows as he becomes more and more exerted. you spare a glance over your shoulder as you run through an intersection, and in that moment, another blue team member comes running from the other direction, slamming directly into your pursuer. the two fall onto the ground in a heap and you force yourself to look away, fearful of your teammate’s fate. instead, you sprint toward a nearby door, quickly fumbling with the necklace around your neck to unlock the room.
you slam the door shut once you enter, trembling in fear, and step backwards until your back hits the wall. you slide down to sit, attempting to regain your composure. you know you won’t survive if you let your anxiety overcome you. you look up and notice the walls are bright and colorful, painted like a child’s room. the sight makes your stomach churn. distant, pained screams of agony echo throughout the arena, bouncing off the bloodstained walls to haunt you. it reminds you of the dangers of your current location; you know you can’t stay here long, but you can hardly will yourself to go back out there. finding the exit seems impossible when the majority of those around you want you dead.
you sigh and run a shaky hand through your hair, trying to hype yourself up to leave. footsteps thunder past the door—you know you need to get out of here—but as you stand up, the lock clicks. you watch in horror as the doorknob twists ever so slightly, and you can only pray it’s someone from your team.
but it’s not.
your pursuer from minutes ago enters the room, a dark look in his eyes. blood stains much of his face and clothes, undoubtedly from the man he’d previously collided with, and a bloody, circular key trembles between his fingers. your heart races so fast you can hardly hear much else. you know you’re dead; his massive frame blocks the exit and he has you cornered. all you can do is try to fight the man back, but his size is incredibly daunting. you nearly stop and accept your fate before the man charges at you, his knife soaked in your teammate’s blood. instinctually, you move away, and he collides with the wall. you make a run for the door, but the man is quick on his feet, pulling at your wrist so you can’t escape.
you let out a yelp and try to fend the man off of you, pushing at his chest to keep the knife from making contact with your body. the man lets out an animalistic grunt and slashes at your head, to which you dodge. the knife strikes the floor with an unpleasant screech and you attempt to kick the man’s body off of you, but he’s far too large.
you’re going to die and you know it.
the thought doesn’t stop you from fighting back yet, but it’s enough to momentarily distract you. the knife collides with the flesh of your arm and you let out a scream in pain. still not satisfied, the man slashes at you again and you accept your fate, bringing your arms up over your eyes. your mind momentarily flashes to nam-gyu and min-su, and you wonder if things would’ve gone differently if you had stuck around them. you wonder if nam-gyu will even bat an eye when he realizes you’re dead, or if the thought will satisfy his sadistic mind.
you lay there, trembling, waiting for the man to put an end to your suffering, but it never comes. instead, you feel his massive body still, then drop lifelessly to the floor beside you. an eerie silence settles over the room. hesitantly, you drop your shaky arms from your eyes. there lays the man, dead. nam-gyu stands over his body, a crazed look in his eyes as he watches the man twitch. he then glances over at you, eyes softening, though still sporting a wild haze.
“long time no see.” the man smirks darkly, crouching down so he’s level with you. your brain momentarily shortcircuits, still trying to process what just happened. in your panicked state, you flinch away from nam-gyu, wondering if he’s going to kill you next. he lets out a low chuckle, reaching out to cup your cheek. “don’t worry, pretty. i’m not gonna hurt you. we’re friends, remember?” humor underlies his tone, but he oddly seems genuine. nam-gyu’s touch feels electric against your skin and you nearly lean into it, seeking comfort in your fearful state. instead, you nod hesitantly at his words.
“come on, follow me. i’ll keep you safe.” the man promises, pushing himself up to his feet. he helps you up by tugging your arm, and you yelp as you’re reminded of your injury. you clutch the bloody wound and nam-gyu’s eyebrows furrow. “you’re hurt?” he asks, gentle, yet firm.
“yeah, b-but i’m fine.” you rasp. luckily, the cut isn’t terribly deep, but enough to draw what seems to be an endless stream of blood. nam-gyu nods at that, briefly glancing back down at your attacker before smiling once again. “you don’t have to worry anymore.” the way he says your name makes your heart flutter, and you’re surprised you’re even capable of feeling such emotions at a time like this. he’d just killed a man for you and now he’s promising protection, just like thanos had. but this feels much different: more genuine, more… right.
“c’mon.” nam-gyu breaks you out of your thoughts with a gentle tug to your hand, careful not to apply too much force. you swallow thickly and nod, running after the man as he hollers excitedly down the corridors. he seems to be having too much fun, but you attribute it to the pills that rattle against the cross on his neck. you can’t judge him too much, because without him, you’d be dead. so instead, you run after him.
the two of you come to a halt once you reach a dead end. at the end of the hall, a man in blue cowers in the corner, a tremor overtaking his body once he notices you. he pleads with nam-gyu, who tauntingly steps closer to the man, to spare his life, but you know he won’t. “please don’t kill me.” the man begs, his eyes darting over to you. a look of betrayal and confusion blossoms on his features once he notices you’re on the same team as him, and you avert your gaze in discomfort. it’s not like you want him to get killed, but you have no other choice.
“i’m sorry, man, but you know the rules.” nam-gyu smiles devilishly, crouching down in front of the man. he glances down at his bloodied knife and wipes the remnants of your pursuer onto his shirt, only adding to the crimson mess of his vest. nam-gyu then toys with the blade, twirling the weapon around in his grasp before suddenly slashing at his target, eliciting a pained wail from the man. you want to look away, but a sickeningly curious part of yourself doesn’t let you. nam-gyu continues to attack the man, a pool of blood wetting the floor beneath him. when he decides he’s done, he gets up and walks back over to you, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe away the blood that splattered on his face, but he only smears it across his lips.
“your turn.” nam-gyu states matter-of-factly, holding out the knife for you to grab. your eyes widen at his words, and you convince yourself you didn’t hear him correctly.
he wants you to kill the man? why? you’re not even on the red team, it’s not like you’ll die if you won’t.
“m-me?” you stutter, glancing down at the knife that’s coated in blood.
nam-gyu’s smile only widens as he responds, “yeah, you.” he says it as though it were obvious, and you try not to cringe as you take the blade from his grasp. you weigh your options. on one hand, you know you shouldn’t kill the man. you’re not a murderer, and it’s an innocent life on the line. on the other, though, you’re not the same girl you were when you first arrived here. this place will make you a killer, whether you want to be one or not. besides, you have no idea what nam-gyu will do if you don’t follow his orders. for all you know, you’re next.
you swallow thickly and nod, brushing past nam-gyu to approach the man. he lays lifeless on the floor, bleeding out, but the shallow rise and fall of his chest signifies he’s still alive. you take a deep breath to steel yourself as you crouch over him, knife trembling between both of your hands as you bring it above your head to strike. you can’t help but look into the man’s eyes, pooling with fear, and you notice the desperation still laying behind them. but this time, he’s begging for something else: he wants you to end his suffering.
the cruel thought somehow eases your nerves ever so slightly, but you still look away as you slam the blade into his chest. blood splatters all over you and the sickening crunch of the knife coming in contact with his body makes you clench your teeth in disgust. with a final, sputtering gasp, the man’s head lulls to the side and he takes his final breath.
“player 136 eliminated.”
you peel your eyes open to see what you had done and try to push down the nausea that builds in your stomach. your arm throbs in pain and you stand up carefully.
“atta girl.” nam-gyu praises, approaching your shaking form slowly. he wraps his arms around you from behind to take the knife from your grasp and you feel goosebumps erupt on your skin at the contact; you’re almost disappointed when he pulls away. “come on, only 5 minutes left.” nam-gyu reminds you, jerking his head toward the empty corridor. he gives you a reassuring pat on the back once you make your way over to him, eyes soft once again, then the two of you start running again.
it doesn’t take long for you to stumble across another blue player, this time a woman. she fumbles with the lock on one of the doors, then soon realizes she doesn’t have the proper key. she dares to glance at nam-gyu, who’s already sauntering over to her, and he pulls you along with him. “you first this time.” nam-gyu instructs, handing you the knife so he could restrain the woman against the wall. you watch as the woman struggles against his hold, tears streaming down her face as she pleads for her life. nam-gyu only grows excited at this, and looks over at you expectantly. “c’mon, pretty. i’ll finish the job for you.” he urges.
“okay.” you mutter timidly, nodding your head. you blow out a distressed sigh and approach the woman, the knife wobbling in your shaky hand as you bring it up to strike her. you feel more numb this time around, now knowing what it feels like to take a life, but you still hesitate before stabbing her in the chest. she lets out a yell and crumples to the ground. nam-gyu whoops in approval and takes the knife from you, finishing the job as promised. the woman’s death is commemorated with the robotic call of her number.
“fuck yeah!” nam-gyu yells as he stands up, pushing back the bloodied strands of hair that litter his forehead. his breaths are ragged, no doubt from adrenaline, and he pulls you into him by throwing an arm around your shoulders. “good girl.” he praises you in reference to your help with a whisper in your ear. your stomach turns again, though this time not from nausea, but something else—something dangerous—like the thrill of standing on the edge of a cliff. you’re not proud of what you’d done by any means, but nam-gyu’s words coil in your chest, sharp and intoxicating, making it impossible to look away. you hate how good you feel when he praises you. you know it’s wrong, it’s sick, but it’s the most alive you’ve felt in days. you smile up at the man, then wince as the pain in your arm sharpens. nam-gyu’s expression melds into one of worry, and he promises, “when we get out of here, i’ll help you clean that up.”
as if on cue, a robotic voice announces the game is over. relief washes over you and you nearly slump into nam-gyu, but manage to maintain your composure until you get back to the main room. once there, you practically collapse onto your bed, careful not to land on your arm. nam-gyu sits down beside you. you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, trying to process the fact that you’re even alive. if it wasn’t for nam-gyu, you wouldn’t be. you’re not sure how to thank him, and even more unsure of why he even helped you in the first place—you would’ve been an easy kill.
“hey, let me help you take off your jacket so i can look at your arm.” nam-gyu suggests, breaking you out of your thoughts. you oblige with a quiet “okay” and allow him to peel the jacket off of you. you grimace at the array of blood—both yours and that of others—splattered all over the fabric.
“thank you.” you say to nam-gyu suddenly, and he gazes into your eyes, his expression soft. it seems like he’s coming down, now, his pupils no longer blown. “f-for everything. for saving me too, i mean.” you continue to stutter, suddenly shy beneath his gaze. nam-gyu smiles, bringing up his hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “of course, pretty. that’s what friends are for, right?” he asks lowly, leaning closer and closer to you until your faces are only inches apart. you swallow nervously, captivated by the man, and breathlessly agree, “right” as your eyes flicker down to his mouth.
then, in an instant, his lips are on yours, surprisingly gentle as he pulls you closer, the softness at odds with the blood still fresh on his hands. you’re shocked for a moment, but practically melt into the man’s touch when he brings his hand up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. never in a million years did you think you’d be here—alive and electric beneath nam-gyu’s touch—but here you are, kissing the man who had just killed three people right before your eyes.
nam-gyu gently pushes you onto your back so he hovers over you, cross dangling above your chest as he presses his body into yours. he slips his tongue into your mouth, sloppy and desperate, but you keep up with his pace, equally as needy. he rocks himself into you and you finally feel how hard he is, sending a rush of heat to your core. for a moment, you worry the others will see you, despite the fact that your bed is tucked into the corner of the room, but you figure the lights being off is good enough. besides, they’ve seen worse.
you’re briefly disappointed when nam-gyu pulls away from your lips, practically panting as he shrugs off his jacket and shirt. he then tugs at the bottom of your own shirt, signaling you to take it off. “let me help you out, baby.” he offers softly, but you can hear the want laced in his tone. you know he’s no longer referring to your arm anymore, but to the ache in your core. you need him just as bad as he needs you.
“okay.” you smile knowingly, carefully slipping your shirt off. you wince as the fabric brushes over your injury and nam-gyu comforts you by stroking your bare side with his hand. he begins to kiss your stomach, snaking his arms beneath your body to unclip your bra. you practically fling it off onto the floor, arching into nam-gyu’s touch as he brings his lips up to your breast. “so fuckin’ pretty.” nam-gyu grunts into your skin, using his right hand to kneed your breast in his hand while he sucks on the other. you whimper softly, not wanting to alert the others around you, but you can’t help but react to his touch. you feel like you’re on fire.
nam-gyu pulls away from your chest to reconnect your lips, and you fumble with his pants as he grinds into you. “so eager, baby. me too, i’ve been waiting for this all day.” nam-gyu groans, kicking off his pants once you pull them down enough. you moan into his mouth in response, fueled by his words, and gasp when you feel his cock press into you, limited by the fabric of his boxers. he chuckles darkly at your desperation, then moves down the bed so he’s level with your pussy. nam-gyu hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down agonizingly slow to tease you. you bite your lip to conceal a whimper when he throws your legs over his shoulders, so close you can feel his breath hit your clit.
“just relax, baby. i just wanna make you feel good. you don’t have to worry, nam-gyu’s here.” he taunts, amused by your desperation. before you can process it, he’s licking into you, his tongue collecting the wetness that had been pooling in you ever since his earlier praises. you let out a loud moan, then cover your mouth with your good arm, squirming as nam-gyu devours you. he switches between lapping at your clit and shoving his tongue inside of you, both actions eliciting whines from you, and tightens his grip on your thighs. “yeah, baby. you’re so good for me, so wet. taste so good, too.” nam-gyu mutters lowly, lowering his right hand to slip a finger inside of you. his words cause you to clench around him, desperate for stimulation, and nam-gyu groans at the feeling. “you’re so fucking tight. i need to be inside of you.” he rocks his hips against the bed, desperate to feel you, but continues to finger you roughly. you can barely contain yourself as his finger thrusts into you, and the need to be full soon consumes you.
“oh god, nam-gyu. please fuck me.” you beg softly, still trying to remain quiet. his finger slips out of you in an instant, and he takes his boxers off in record time. “don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” he grunts, lining up his tip with your entrance. he takes his time when entering you, relishing in the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. once he has you full, he leans down to cage you in his arms, his face directly above your own. “been thinking about this since the first day i saw you, but that asshole thanos was all over you.” nam-gyu admits, slowly thrusting into you. it’s agonizing, yet delicious, and you let out a whimper at his words. he maintains his slow pace as he continues, “you’re so fucking pretty, baby. and such a good girl, too, helping me earlier.” he drops his head down to your neck to kiss your skin, his sucking and biting sure to leave marks.
“nam-gyu, please…” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to urge him to go harder, faster.
“please what, pretty, hm?” he teases into your neck, thrusting impossibly slower. you’re frustrated, now, throwing your head back into the pillow as you struggle to find the words. “please, nam-gyu, fuck me faster, need you so bad.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. he doesn’t say anything as he quickens his pace, slamming into you so hard that the bed shakes. you choke out a moan and clamp your hand over your mouth, feeling your eyes roll back as nam-gyu pounds into you.
“yeah, is this what you wanted, baby? want me to wreck that pretty pussy?” the man pants, his face inches away from yours. the eye contact is intense, intimate, and you feel yourself flutter around his cock. your head lulls to the side and you screw your eyes shut in pleasure, trying not to scream as he hits your g-spot, but nam-gyu grabs your face roughly and forces you to look at him. “keep your eyes on me like the good girl you are, baby. wanna see your face when you cum all over me.”
you moan at his words, feeling your orgasm approach when nam-gyu reaches down to rub your clit. his pace is brutal, unrelenting, and it doesn’t take long for you to reach your release. you sputter out a whine as he fucks you through your orgasm, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “that’s it, baby. god, you’re so fucking sexy.” nam-gyu moans, dropping his head into your neck as he maintains his rough thrusts. he brings a hand around your neck and squeezes lighty enough to have you seeing white, and the overstimulation of it all is almost too much. your legs shake around nam-gyu’s waist and soon enough, you feel his thrusts grow sloppy, a telltale sign of his own orgasm approaching.
“gonna cum, baby. gonna cum inside your pretty pussy. oh fuck.” nam-gyu moans into your neck, hips sputtering as he shoots his load inside of you. you whimper at the sensation, still sensitive, and let out a whine when he pulls out, his seed spilling out of you onto the crumpled sheets of your bed. you’re both silent for a moment, gasping for air as you come down from your orgasms. nam-gyu collapses on top of you, careful not to crush your arm, and strokes at your side gently. “so pretty for me, sweetheart.”
you don’t respond, still fucked out, and thread a hand through his hair, gently playing with his sweaty locks. the two of you lay there for a few moments, finding comfort in each others company, and for the first time since you got here, you’re hopeful. you know it’ll be hell to escape this place, but with nam-gyu by your side, you can’t help but feel like things will be alright.
first nam-gyu fic yayyy :) i've never written anything like this before, i hope you enjoyed! requests are open <333
