Myung-Gi constantly repeating that he would protect Jun-Hee only for him to forget about her because of his greed and then murder the woman who bled and killed to actually protect Jun-Hee. Hyun-ju, my angel, your soul was too kind for this world, you deserved so much better.
HI BAE! i want to request a fic for junhee x fem reader. like maybe reader carries her during the jump rope game? i miss her so badd
Carry her
Jun-hee x Reader
Summary: As above
Part 2
A/N: We are not letting her die. Also pls request smth about No-eul or Hyun-ju 🥹❤️
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You watched Myung-gi talking to Jun-hee but couldn't hear their words. She was sitting down on a bench due to her injured ankle. The conversation didn't seem to go well at all, it was more like an argument – neither of them happy whatever the other was saying.
Eventually, Myung-gi turned around and headed towards the bridge, leaving Jun-hee all alone. The hell? Was he actually going to just abandon the mother of his child like that? You knew Myung-gi was a fucking moron but a part of you thought he still cared about her. Cared about someone else than himself anyway.
You glanced towards the bridge, the players starting to cross it one after another. Some managed to progress quite far along the bridge, while some where swept off their feet by the rope and thrown into their death.
Then, you turned towards Jun-hee and started approaching her. She had fallen into her own thoughts after Myung-gi left her, twiddling her thumbs on her lap. Jun-hee battled with herself what she was going to do – she couldn't possibly manage to pass this game by herself. She was certainly dead already, her leg fucking everything up.
Gi-hun promised to come back to get Jun-hee next, first taking her baby into safety. He was going to help her. He– Oh, who was she kidding? He couldn't get back to her in time, the other players trying to pass the game too blocking his way back. Jun-hee knew Gi-hun wanted her safe, knew that he'd do his best to protect her but he couldn't help her now. Not anymore. Jun-hee trusted that Gi-hun would take great care of her baby, keep her safe.
"What was that all about?" you asked, interrupting Jun-hee's thougths, grounding her back to the reality.
"Nothing," Jun-hee mumbled and shook her head, avoiding eye contact with you for a moment.
"Come on, i'll carry you," you offered, taking a step closer to her. Jun-hee's eyes widened as she looked at you.
"What?" she asked, sure that she had heard you incorrectly. When she realized you were serious, she shook her head and continued, "No, you can't carry me. We'll both fall."
"We'll both die anyway if we stay here," you pointed out and sat next to her, taking her hand in yours and brushed her knuckles with your thumb. "We're a team, aren't we?"
"You have to go through without me," she said and gave you a sad smile, trying to assure you that everything was alright. That it was alright to go and leave her on this side while all the others attempted to cross the bridge.
"Jun-hee," you sighed and put your arm around her shoulder. "I'll take you over there. I'll take you to your baby, alright?"
Jun-hee trusted you, of course she did. You had saved and helped her in almost every game and would offer your help now as well.
She had held your hand while she gave birth, squeezing it so hard it could have crushed your bones but you didn't complain a word. You had pulled her into a room during Mingle. You had helped her stay still during the Red light Green light when the baby kicked her, startling her. You had given a part of your meal to her because "she was eating for two" and "you weren't that hungry anyway".
Now that Jun-hee thought about it a little more – what had she ever done to you? You had helped her in so many more ways than just one, but how had she managed to help you?
Jun-hee hadn't known you for a long time but you had been there for her more than Myung-gi had during the entire time with him. She felt so much more appreciated and seen with you. That's why she couldn't possibly let you get killed because you were dragging her with you in this state.
But Jun-hee looked into your eyes, a glimmer of hope in them that maybe, just maybe, she could hold her daughter at least one more time. Maybe she could live yet another day.
"Please, Jun-hee?" you said, giving a gentle squeeze on her shoulder. "Let's get out of here, you and me."
Eventually Jun-hee gave in and climbed on your back, clinging herself tightly against you with her arms around your shoulders and neck, legs wrapped around your waist.
"Hold on tight," you whispered, making sure you had a firm grip on her too before putting your foot on the bridge. Her hand grabbed your shirt on your chest, keeping the fabric inside her fist right against your heart. You wished Jun-hee wouldn't take too good of a notice how fast your heart was beating right now.
Having looked at the bridge and the rope from afar, it hadn't looked so bad. However, now that you were about to cross the bridge yourself, the reality of it struck much harder. You made a mistake to briefly look down, seeing a few bodies scattered around the flower patterned floor, each lying in their own pool of blood.
Jun-hee squeezed her eyes closed, not daring to look down. No matter how much she did trust you, she was still sure that the two of you wouldn't make it. Well, at least you tried and didn't completely give up.
Jump, thump. Two steps forward.
Jump, thump. Two steps forward.
Everyone else had crossed the bridge by far, which meant that every player who had survived was now staring at you and Jun-hee, giving you even more anxiety than you already were going through. God, how much you hated people staring at you when you were trying to concentrate on doing something.
Especially something which would result to ending your life completely.
Then... there was the gap. Fuck, you hadn't thought of this. The gap looked wider than it probably was. You swallowed, unsure if you could make it or not.
Jump, thump. Jump, thump. Jump, thump.
What's going on, why did you stop? You were doing so well, Jun-hee thought but didn't open her eyes and kept her mouth shut.
Jump, thump. Two steps forward.
There we go.
Jump, thump. Two steps forward.
Jun-hee was waiting for the moment when she wouldn't hear and feel the thump anymore, the bridge steady under your feet. When she'd only feel air brushing her as you'd fall to the field of flowers among the other corpses. But that moment didn't come. Jun-hee still didn't dare to look how far they had progressed and also how much was still left to go. How many jumps over the rope.
Then suddenly, people started to cheer. Jun-hee finally opened her eyes and looked around her, being now surrounded by other players.
You let Jun-hee down just when the timer hit zero, her legs shaking from fear and anxiety. Jun-hee tried to comprehend the situation for a moment, trying to make herself believe that she, too, had passed the game and was still alive.
Jun-hee grabbed your arm and pulled you into a tight hug, burying her face against your chest.
"Thank you," she mumbled against the fabric, warming your chest with her hot breath. "Thank you, Y/N."
After she pulled away from you, she lifted herself on her tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss on the corner of your lip.
"If we'll get out of here alive, i'll repay the favor for you," Jun-hee promised with a smile.
"You'll save my life too some day, huh?" you smirked but felt your cheeks warming up. Jun-hee noticed the slight pink spreading on your cheeks and thought it was cute.
"Well, i would if i could. But i hope we won't end up in another life or death situation," Jun-hee smiled, crossing her fingers.
Gi-hun approached her, handing the baby over back to Jun-hee who took the baby in her arms, wrapped in her own jacket.
"Hi, sweetie," Jun-hee whispered and caressed the baby's cheek with her finger.
You made eye contact with Myung-gi who was standing a little further back but was watching you and Jun-hee, guilt and shame washing through his face. He knew Jun-hee wanted nothing to do with him anymore, that was clear enough.
"Y/N?" Jun-hee said, ripping your attention to herself from Myung-gi. "Would you carry her back to the dorm? You know, um, my leg."
She offered the baby for you to hold. You looked at Jun-hee and her baby for a moment until smiled and nodded.
"Of course," you agreed and carefully took the baby in your arms, wrapped inside the jacket. An even wider smile spread on your face. "Hi, there."
Jun-hee looked at you with her daughter in awe, the sight making her heart flutter. She knew for sure that she'd want to have you in their life.
That was, if both of you survived the final game tomorrow.
Every time you caught Myung-gi’s gaze, your stomach twisted in annoyance and something else you didn’t want to name. He had been staring at you again today, right after being pushed around by Thanos and his crew. You clenched your fists, hating the way he let them treat him like shit, and even more so, hating how his eyes always seemed to find you.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” you hissed, your voice sharp enough to cut through the noise of the room.
“Nothing,” he said. “Can’t look at a pretty girl?” He straightened slightly, brushing dirt from his sleeve with a calmness that only irritated you further.
“You know,” you said coldly, “you’re the reason my brother’s in debt. He’d be here if I wasn’t such a kind sister willing to risk her life to win this money for him. He’s expecting a baby.”
At the mention of a baby, Myung-gi’s gaze flickered briefly to Jun-hee, who sat nearby with a hand on her stomach. A muscle in your jaw tightened, and you hated how his eyes lingered on her just a moment too long.
“Baby, huh?” he said, his voice low.
You didn’t respond, turning on your heel before the conversation could dig under your skin any further. Your chest tightened with something ugly and unfamiliar, jealousy, maybe? You refused to name it.
That night, the room was restless. People shifted in their bunks, some snoring, others mumbling in their sleep. But you couldn’t sleep. Neither could Myung-gi.
You didn’t notice him approach until he crouched beside you, his voice a quiet murmur. “You’re really fucking pretty, you know that?”
Your breath caught. You turned your head, and there he was, his face inches from yours, his dark eyes gleaming. You should have pushed him away, told him to leave you alone. But instead, you whispered, “Do something about it.”
He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed against yours, and you couldn’t help the way you melted into him. His hands cupped your face as his lips moved with a precision that sent heat pooling low in your stomach.
You lay flat on the bed and his fingers found the edge of your pants, tugging them down with a careful urgency. You shivered as his hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your pussy with an ease that made you throb.
“God,” he murmured against your lips, his voice husky. “So wet for me.”
You let out a shaky gasp, your hands clutching his shoulders as his fingers worked vigorously inside your wetness, each movement teasing. “You’re doing so good,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “Just cum for me.”
His words tipped you over the edge, and you buried your face in his shoulder to muffle the moan that spilled from your lips. Your body trembled as you came undone, and he didn’t stop his gentle praise, his thrusts softening but never leaving you.
As your high faded, he pulled back to look at you, his dark eyes searching yours. “There,” he said softly. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
You rolled your eyes, trying to find some semblance of control, but the small smirk tugging at his lips made it impossible. You shoved him lightly, muttering under your breath, “Shut up.”
But the truth was, you didn’t want him to stop.
“Can I taste you?” he asked, his voice low, the hunger in his tone readable.
You rolled your eyes, trying to act unfazed, though your heart pounded in your chest. “Whatever,” you said casually, then pointed a finger at him. “But don’t expect me to suck your dick or anything.”
“Noted,” he said, leaning in to kiss you again. His lips moved slowly this time, taking their time as he hovered over you. You shivered as his lips left your mouth and began a slow descent. He pressed kisses to your neck, your collarbone, and lower still, his hands sliding up your thighs to part them as he made his way down.
When he reached the place where his fingers had been earlier, he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured. Then, without waiting for a response, he dipped his head.
The first touch of his mouth was soft, exploratory, but it didn’t stay that way. His tongue was relentless, like he was starving and you were the only thing that could satisfy him. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, holding your legs open as his tongue moved with precision and hunger.
“God,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him moan against you. The vibration sent a shockwave through your body, and you bit down on your lip to keep from crying out. “You’re s-so good at this,” you said, your voice trembling.
He hummed in response, his tongue never faltering. It was like he was determined to draw every last bit of pleasure from you, and the way he ate you out had your mind spinning.
You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but it became impossible as the pleasure inside you built to a breaking point. “Myung-gi,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his mouth.
“Fucking cum for me,” he murmured between lapping, “come on, pretty girl. I want to feel you squirt on my mouth.”
The words sent you over the edge, and with a cry you couldn’t quite muffle, you squirted. Your body trembled violently as waves of pleasure rolled through you, and you felt the undeniable splash as you soaked his mouth.
He didn’t stop, didn’t pull away, his tongue continuing to coax every last drop from your body until you were completely spent. When he finally lifted his head, his lips and chin glistened, but the satisfied smirk on his face said it all.
“Guess you enjoyed that,” he said, his voice teasing but filled with pride.
“Shut up,” you muttered, though the small smile tugging at your lips told it all.
He laughed softly, crawling back up to kiss you, and the taste of yourself on his lips sent a shiver through you. “Whatever you say,” he said, brushing a strand of your curls from your face.
As you shifted slightly, you felt his hardness pressing against your thigh, and a need you couldn’t ignore surged through your pussy. “Hey,” you said softly but firmly, nudging him, “On your back.”
His brows raised slightly, but he didn’t hesitate. Myung-gi obeyed, lying back against the thin bedding, his breathing uneven. His eyes stayed locked on yours, dark and burning with lust.
You reached down, pulling his hard cock free, and his sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through you. Slowly, you positioned your leaking pussy over him. As you sank down, you hissed softly, feeling the stretch as you adjusted to his size. His hands instinctively gripped your hips, his jaw clenching as he tried to stay still for you.
“You good?” he asked, his voice strained, his breathing labored.
“Yeah,” you murmured, taking a moment to adjust before you began to move.
You started slowly, lifting yourself before settling back down, testing the waters. But as you found a rhythm, your confidence grew, and you leaned into it, bouncing on him like you owned him, because, in that moment, you did.
His head tipped back, and a moan escaped his lips. “Oh, God,” he muttered, his voice breaking as he squirmed beneath you. “You’re, God, you’re amazing.”
You smirked, gripping his shoulders for balance as you bounced faster. The sounds of his stuttering breaths and soft moans filled the quiet space, and you could see the way his jaw had gone slack, his mouth wide open in awe and pleasure.
“I’m gonna—” he tried to say, but his words dissolved into a stammering mess. “I’m gonna—”
You leaned down, wrapping one hand around his throat firmly. His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours in shock and a hint of thrill.
“Cum with me,” you whispered, your voice commanding as you began to grind on his cock.
His response was a strangled moan as his body arched beneath you. You pressed your other hand over his mouth, silencing his cries as his entire body began to tremble.
“Now,” you murmured. “Be a good boy and cum inside me.”
The words made him come undone, and you felt him cum as a wave of pleasure hit you simultaneously. Your body shook on top of him as you both came together, your intense orgasms leaving you breathless.
You slowly removed your hand from his mouth, and he gasped for air, his chest heaving. His eyes were wide, his face flushed, but a dazed smile tugged at his lips.
“Wow,” he said after a moment, his voice hoarse. “I love when a woman takes control.”
You smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “Good,” you replied, sliding off of him carefully and lying beside him.
His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as the two of you basked in the aftermath, the weird tension finally giving way to a strange sense of peace?
