✨Cho Gi-hun✨

I don’t know, I like Sangihun🔪❤️ Wattpad: Kookienii #SG674 Discord: AzurasWriting#6256

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Delusional S2 Sangihun.

Gi-Hun: I came to save people. Trust no one. Ain’t nobody here my friend, I’m gonna get everybody out. Screw you, Front Man-

Front Man as infamous “001”: 456. Me Young-Il, We team friendship.

Gi-Hun: Friendship :D

Sang-Woo: Are we deadass?

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finished squid game and miss sangihun, so we back with it

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Sorry for my absence guys :) I’m officially returning as of now ❤️ life kinda got in the way so I apologize 😅

I’ll be active on Discord as well, so if we’ve talked there, please know I’m not ghosting you or forgetting you <3

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I’m alive! :D Also my birthday is this Saturday 😭❤️

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Just a quick heads up, mostly for people I regularly talk to or roleplay with and for my lack of posting: my family and I are prepping for a trip in August or September so that’s why I went invisible, I’ll be back ❤️

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Sangihun Roleplay AU that I wanna do so bad???

Childhood Friends, Florist X Tattoo Artist.

Florist! Gi-hun, starting up another business after his Chicken restaurant and Snack bar failed. He’s cheerful, optimistic, and specializes in producing floral creations for weddings, dates, confessions, proposals, etc….He can also offer some advice; yet his own love life has been failing, ironically. He loves when people come by in a frenzy, anxiously looking for the perfect assortment of frilly plants for their significant other, family member, or friend. Sometimes he takes his own bouquets home to give to his mother. In a way, he can express different emotions or messages through his assortments. Just say the word, and he’s got you. Example: “I need a bouquet that says f*ck you.” He’ll do it. He picked up flower arranging and assortment when he was a teen, but never thought to pursue it in the first place because it was more of a “closet hobby” for him.

Tattoo Artist! Sang-woo, rebelling against his old reputation and pursuing not only something he truly enjoys, but a talent he didn’t know he had. He’s brooding, a bit pessimistic, and specializes in Small tattoos and Geometric tattoos — though he could do anything else as well. What he enjoys most about it is getting to hear the stories of people around him, more so when the client has similar struggles. Being able to visually represent people (as well as himself) gives an odd sense of independence and a nudge at what the life of the “perfect prodigy” has really been like, without him having to say a word. I see Sang-woo having had a sketchbook when he was younger as a way of silently expressing his emotions. He just decided to turn it into something bigger with designs that required a bit more thought to understand. Having a tattoo is also seen as “messy” or “rebellious” which plays into his purpose and his desire to be more imperfect and unkempt.

— The tattoo shop and floral shop are located directly next to each other. Gi-hun had his spot longer and was aware there was gonna be a tattoo shop right beside him. Of course he didn’t know his old bestie was running it. 💁🏽‍♀️✨

— For some reason, I see the salesman being like..an old rival of Sang-woo’s 😭 Of course he’s not a salesman in this AU because the games aren’t a thing. Like imagine him also being super smart and wanting to be better than Sang-woo. I feel that Sang-woo would still literally hate him while Gi-hun gets along so well with him now. I call the name Seok-woo like in Train to Busan. It’s his unofficial name ‘cause he doesn’t have one lmao.

— might come back to add stuff idk ✨ but it could be fun

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This time parallel of Gi-hun tying his shoe before playing Squid Game as a child-adult lives rent free in my mind. Obsessed.

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My dream right now is to have matching Sangihun profile pics. Because yes.

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LITERALLY THEM IDC.

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Young Sangihun: Parties

Gi-hun: *having the absolute time of his life*

Sang-woo: *hasn’t left from the snack table for the past hour*

Gi-hun: Sang-woo!! Come dance with us, whatcha waiting for!?

Sang-woo: *still in the same spot, does a lil jig and then stops*

Gi-hun: *jogs over* you okay?

Sang-woo: *nods*

Gi-hun: you sure? Do you wanna leave?

Sang-woo: no no, I’m fine. You go have fun with your friends…

Gi-hun: well it’s no fun without my #1. Come on, you wanna go raid the convenience store and watch a movie?

Sang-woo: …..yeah..

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PLEASE- HELP I CAN’T BREATHE-

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My summer class is finally over, that crap was so boring 😭

But anyways this. 🦑❤️✨

If y’all still wanna rp or something, you can hmu here or on Discord: Cho_Gihun#6256

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OKAY BUT-

Can we talk about the way Sang-woo was actively watching to make sure Gi-hun made it out of Red Light Green Light? :’)

I was making a Sangihun edit earlier, specifically with the Red Light Green Light round and that was one of the clips I used. Like…my heart?? Can’t take it?? Bro was stressing out there.

I’m sobbing.

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Sangwoo: Remember when we were teenagers-

Gihun: oh my gosh don’t say it

Sangwoo: And we were having our first kiss-

Gihun: Sangwoo please there’s people here

Sangwoo: and you fucking head butted me?

Gihun: I WAS NERVOUS

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I don’t know what this is but I hope you enjoy it. SG674 ANGST LET’S GOOO. (Also it’s freaking 2am)

— When you think of your best friend..or your lover..what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Surely not a scenario like this; standing face to face under a gray sky, droplets of cold rain falling one by one until they grow impatient and just pour down to the earth, dirt beneath your feet accompanied by silly lines that form an assortment of shapes, tired eyes with not an ounce of life in them, bloody hands and faces, broken hearts, a single knife in hand and once again…face to face with someone you once put all your trust in, about to participate in a murderous waltz for something that lost it’s worth after so many sacrifices. What is it all for at this point?

They made the efforts, made the sacrifices, all because they held those memories of the past so close to their hearts, because they held each other so close…how long would they be able to protect the other? They knew it was a last man standing’s game but they fogged up reality with something they made up together. He said he loved him. He said it too. Undelivered messages and unexpressed desires that could finally be met, even if within such a short time frame. They never should’ve done that; never should’ve loved, lusted, and craved. But fuck, it’s life or death, it won’t matter soon. He’ll be gone.

Instead of craving his touch, he’s avoiding his hand; his intentions have changed, their priorities faltered. One wanted vengeance. The other wanted victory. Neither of those goals involved the other. Their fates depended on the white lines and the blades in their hands, the will in their souls and the desperation in their eyes.

They’re shedding the clothes on their backs as a means of keeping the other at bay. They’re grabbing their hair, overstimulated by anger and not by that sinking feeling in their guts that hurt so bad but felt so good all the same. Choking, biting, scratching, stabbing, screaming, crying, killing.

Nothing mattered in the end; helpless looks in the other’s eyes as he lay exhausted, broken, defeated. Face held gently in the other’s as the seemingly endless memories came flooding back in, voices in the back of his head that he could never shake off.

What happened to us?

It was never meant to be; innocence was temporary, adolescent years were spent being sad and confused, and they never saw each other again until now. Were they really destined if their next meeting would be their last?

Don’t kiss me. You won’t let me go if you do.

I won’t let you now.

You have to.

End it. End it now. But they won’t get their justice if he does. They can’t leave together, they’d have to die together and that can’t happen. They want to see the other progress. He not only made promises to him, but to her. He can’t take that away, she won’t rest peacefully, neither will he.

Salty tears blend with the rain as it waters down the blood seeping from his neck. A broken voice sounds throughout the quiet yard, calling his name desperately as he picks him up in his arms. The urge is there. Just once more, he’s already gone. He’s already lost him. But he can’t. He’d never let him go. Once last kiss isn’t enough. They’d all just add up.

He never wanted to see him be carried away in one of those dreaded black boxes, the pink ribbon would haunt him for the rest of his life. It wasn’t right. He deserved a proper send off, they all did.

Maybe we weren’t meant to go any further than friends. Maybe we weren’t meant to be friends at all. But at least we met.

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Sang-woo: What have you got there?

Gi-hun: *30 puppies following him* A smoothie..

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Ali: Listen, Gi-hun, I’m very concerned for your relationship with Sang-woo.

Gi-hun: Why’s that?

Ali: He’s literally strangling you???

Gi-hun: No, he’s venting.