𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: after becoming rich and surviving the torture and horrors of the 37th annual squid games, reader and daeho build a gentle, love-filled life together. it is one shaped by healing, parenthood, and the quiet promise to never take peace for granted. through early mornings, laughter-filled birthdays, and soft couch evenings with their daughters kang seo-ah, kang by-eol and son kang ji-ho... they prove that even after deep trauma, joy can still grow.
based in 2029, years after the 37th annual squid games!
warnings: MDNI!! NSFW!! pure smut. smut with no plot. oral (r receiving). softdom!daeho. filthy, just pure FILTHY words coming out of dae-ho's mouth. he talks you through it. vulgar. unprotected p in v. breeding kink from both parties.
“dae-ho please.” you plead as dae-ho pulls down your panties.
the rest of your clothes were already on the hardwood floor.
“please what?” dae-ho’s eyes were darker as smiled down and kissed your inner thighs. you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding up onto his thigh as you felt yourself clench onto nothing..
“please fuck me.” you said and daeho started taking off his clothes.
the marine’s black shirt, then his black joggers, then his black boxers
you were hypnotized by daeho’s biceps, crossing your legs but moving your legs up to where you were displaying the waterfall inbetween your legs. daeho gripped his length as he stared.
“you’re so pretty. that pussy is so pretty.” daeho’s muscular frame leaned over to kiss your temple. he moved back in front of you and uncrossed your legs, seeing the most beautiful sight that he cannot get enough of.
“who’s pussy?” daeho whispered to you.
you bit your chapped lip as you took your right hand, caressing his facial cheek with your thumb as you spread your legs further from the center.
“yours, daeho.”
“good girl.”
the ex-marine spread your legs and started to kiss down your moisturized inner thighs, going closer and closer to where you want him to be.
daeho gave a few pecks before diving right in. you released the loudest moan as he kitten-licked your entire vagina before going lower to flick at your soft and swollen clit. your hands grabbed his long black hair as he held one hand on your soft waist and another massaging your inner left thigh.
“yea– fuck! oh myyy god” you called out as daeho’s warm tongue broke through your core, diving right into your walls as he pulled at the top of your privates, exposing your sensitive bud from its hood so he can work his thumb on it .
you know daeho is enjoying this as well due to his moans and sounds that cause vibrations on your vagina. after a couple of seconds, daeho humped himself against the bed.. giving his big cock a bit of friction. he pulled his head back and first saw your swollen bud, he smirked before he blowed onto it causing you to move her entire body to the right.
“no no, don’t move.” daeho held your entire body to stay in place before looking back to see your soaked vagina ready for him.
“please fuck me.” you say again as daeho pushed himself up. your mouth stared watering at the sight of his dick, ready for him to reorganize your insides.
“how badly do you want me?” daeho places your legs on his shoulders before bending down to kiss you. you look down and moan at your boyfriend moving his tip along your soaked folds, you lightly squealed when it makes contact with your clit.
“i want you so bad, i need your dick!” you moaned against his mouth.
“that’s good to know, my sweetheart.”
no matter how many times daeho entered you, your walls always need to adjust to his size.
“you’re doing so good, mama, just breathe.” daeho lets you adjust and held both sides of your head. you take a few breaths as daeho nibbles along your earlobe.
“breathe in.” daeho stared into your loving eyes as you took a huge breath in, “breathe out.”
“this is all mine.” the ex-marine mumbles to himself, admiring his length fully buried inside of your soaked walls.
“fuck!” you cussed, pushing yourself to move against his length. daeho adjusted his body and started to pull in and out of you slowly, causing the two lovers to moan loudly.
the man wanted to take his time with you, always. the same reason your man always hated quickies, he needs to process all of the sensations he has when his cock is buried deep in your pussy.
“harder.” you moaned out and daeho, being the good boy he is, listened to your request.
this as the best feeling in the world, to the both of you.
for daeho, it's seeing the love of his life under him as she looks down at his dick rearranging her insides with her glassy eyes and swollen lips. for you, its seeing daeho’s jaw clench while he admires that features of your face, making sure that he does not let go and cum too early because of how good your vagina feels.
“gosh you’re fucking soaked.” daeho whimpered while leaning his head down, giving you a prominent hickey below your inner jawline. you felt yourself clutch around his dick due to his whimpering.
a new discovered kink… you thought. sometimes daeho doesn’t whimper and prefers groaning.
“its like i am deep inside a pool full of water, gosh i need to cum inside of this pussy.”
daeho starts babbling.
“daeho..” you moaned, a little too loud.
“do you want me to cum inside?”
your man asks for consent.
“cum inside.”
you kiss along his jaw as you feel his fat cock twitch deep inside your walls.
the both of you moaned as your insides pulsed around his dick, “fuck fuck fuck i’m gonna-“ you moaned before you finally released all over daeho.
“shi-shit I’m almost done, just gotta make sure every last drop gets in there..” daeho fucked into your hold more as he felt himself coming.
“fuck!” you felt daeho release inside, painting your walls white.
earlier, you checked your period tracker app and saw that today is your ovulation day.
yet somehow, you forgot about it.
so, no wonder why your pregnancy test came back positive eight weeks later.
who wouldn't put their cute boyfriend as their lockscreen?
warnings: mentions of drug addiction. angst into fluff
this was requested <3
loving namgyu is never hard.
it was the easiest thing in the world, really.
what was hard was watching him destroy himself, knowing that no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much you wanted to save him, he had to want to save himself first.
those first months together were some of the hardest of your life.
namgyu was drowning in his addiction, and you were barely keeping your head above water trying to pull him out.
you spent too many nights waiting up for him, only for him to stumble through the door smelling like alcohol and smoke, eyes red and unfocused.
there were arguments, slamming doors, nights where he passed out before you could even say goodnight.
still, you stayed, because you loved him.
because you saw the man he could be, even when he couldn't.
love alone wasn't enough to fix him.
eventually, after one too many broken promises, one too many nights spent crying yourself to sleep,
you made the hardest decision of your life...you walked away.
not because you stopped loving him, but because you loved him too much to watch him keep destroying himself.
it was during that time apart that namgyu finally decided to change.
he checked himself into rehab, cut off the people who enabled him, and found a new job...one that didn’t have drugs and alcohol in every corner, one that didn’t drag him back into temptation every night.
you didn’t know all of this at the time.
all you knew was that, after months of silence, he showed up at your door sober, steady, and more sure of himself than you had ever seen him.
he told you he was clean. that he had been for months.
most of all, that he still loved you.
taking him back wasn’t a decision you made lightly.
when you looked into his eyes, really looked, you saw the man you had always believed he could be.
that was all you ever wanted.
now, three years into your relationship, things were different.
they were better.
namgyu still had his moments of doubt, but he had grown so much.
he smiled more now, genuine and unburdened.
he let you love him without questioning why you did.
he loved you in return in a way that left no room for doubt.
the two of you never minded using each other’s phones. there were no secrets, no reason to hide anything.
so when namgyu needed to check something online and his phone was charging in the bedroom, he didn’t think twice about picking yours up from the coffee table and unlocking it.
what he didn’t expect was to see a picture of himself staring back at him.
it wasn’t a picture he had taken or one he even remembered being taken.
as he looked at it, his breath caught in his throat.
it was from when you both visited your family in your home country over a year and a half ago.
the golden hour sun cast a warm glow over his face, softening the sharp lines of his jaw.
his black hair, always brushed, looked almost blue under the sunlight.
he looked… healthy.
he remembered that trip well.
it had been just three months into his sobriety.
he had been shaky then, still learning how to exist without numbing himself with substances, still wondering if he even deserved to be happy.
he hadn’t realized you had captured him like this...at a moment when he was still struggling, still doubting himself.
yet, somehow, in this photo, he looked at peace.
he stared at it for a long time, fingers hovering over the screen as a strange feeling swelled in his chest.
“when did you set this as your lock screen?”
his voice came out quieter than he expected, almost hesitant.
you had just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body, damp hair dripping onto your shoulders.
at the sound of his voice, you glanced up, eyes flicking to your phone in his hands.
when you saw what he was talking about, a soft smile tugged at your lips.
“i’ve had that as my lock screen since the evening it was taken.”
namgyu blinked. he looked down at the picture again, then back at you.
“wait, really? but that was… that was over a year ago.”
you nodded, walking over to him.
“yeah. i never changed it.”
namgyu felt his throat tighten. of all the pictures you could have chosen, you had chosen this one.
a picture from one of the most vulnerable times in his life.
a time when he still wasn’t sure if he was worthy of a second chance, of happiness, of you.
yet, you had seen something in him then that he hadn’t seen in himself.
setting your phone aside, he reached for you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.
you smelled like shampoo and warmth and everything safe in the world.
“you’re a great photographer,”
he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin.
you let out a soft laugh, running your fingers through his hair.
“and you’re a good model.”
he huffed out a small chuckle, shaking his head.
“nah. you just make me look good.”
“you make yourself look good,”
you murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.
“you always have.”
namgyu tightened his hold on you, his heart full in a way it hadn’t been in a long time.
he had spent so much of his life convinced that he wasn’t enough.
that no one would ever look at him and see something worth loving.
your missing boyfriend reappears after ten days, suddenly becoming a millionaire
you went to work, a busy cafe, just like any other normal day
the 14:00-22:00 shifts are the ones you hate the most. the type of shift where you feel like there is no business, validating your reasoning as to why you shouldn't be here.
however, when you remember the amount of expenses you have to pay for. rent, groceries, cleaniness, hygiene, etc... you suddenly have a good work ethic.
before you left for your shift, you kissed your boyfriend dae-ho goodbye.
it was normal for you, except you did not notice the tense pulling on his eyebrow and his clenched jaw. you did not notice the debate shown on his face.
when you got home, around midnight due to public transport chaos, throwing your cafe apron by the washer for later.. you called out for dae ho.
the apartment was quiet.. too quiet. as if you lived alone.
"baby?"
"dae?"
"honey, are you home?"
when you checked your bedroom to see that he was gone, you assumed that he visited one of his sisters outside of the city while you worked. fine, at least he could have told you.
the sleep you had was normal, yet cold, due to the absence of dae-ho.
you woke up, feeling at ease until you reach over, your hand hitting the cold soft sheets instead of the body of your lover.
hours turn into a day, and you're broken.
you can’t stop replaying your last conversation with dae ho before you left for work, over and over, trying to find clues about why he left.
the tired body of yours can barely function at work, forgetting orders, zoning out, and apologizing when your boss points it out. your coworkers look worried, but you wave it off, saying you’re just stressed.
sleep is a distant memory. you lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, imagining him walking back through the door like nothing happened.
each day goes by, and when you’re home, you sit on the couch or the floor, staring at the tv, not even watching what’s on.
your mind is stuck on dae-ho..where he is, if he’s okay, or if he really just left you behind.
some nights, you stand by the window, hoping to see him walking back into your life. you tell yourself it’s pointless, but you can’t help it.
you try calling his friends, even people you barely know, asking if anyone has seen him. no one has any answers, and a few of them suggest maybe he left you on purpose. it breaks something in you every time you hear it.
not your dae-ho, he would have told you if there was a problem in your relationship.
sometimes you sit in his favorite chair, holding onto one of his hoodies, and crying silently.
its day 10.. when you get home from your late shift two weeks later, it’s the same routine.
you drop onto the floor in your apron, zoning out in front of the glowing tv.
just an hour after your deadly routine, you hear the sound of your door clicking.
your heart stops, and for a moment, your eyes snap towards the door, you think you’re imagining it.
then you see him... your dae ho.
he looks older, more worn, like the world has weighed him down in the ten days he’s been gone.
your stomach twists when he steps closer, his eyes meeting yours, and you instinctively back away.
“you’re alive?”
you watch as he flinches, his hand pausing mid-reach.
“i can explain,”
he says, his voice desperate, and you motion for him to go on.
dae ho pulls a thick wad of cash from his jogger pocket, placing it in your hands. you feel the weight of it, flipping through the stack with trembling fingers.
“how much is this? where did you get it?” your voice cracks, and your chest tightens as he hesitates.
“it’s 25 million won,” he says, and you gasp, the money slipping from your hands onto the floor.
“where did you get this kind of money? is this… blood money?”
he pauses, his expression guilty but honest.
“kind of,” he admits.
"I earned it though from playing games.. I did not hurt anyone I swear!"
“games? what do you mean?”
deep down, you know dae ho never lies. why would he start now?
he promises to explain everything, but he says, “not tonight. i’ll tell you everything, i swear. but tomorrow, when the sun comes up, i’ll pay off my debt. i’ll pay off yours. we’ll leave this place, and i’ll give you the life you deserve..."
he takes you to the atm up the street. when the screen shows 15,199,998,733 won, your knees almost give out.
he holds onto your arm, steadying you as your heart pounds.
“it’s real,” he says softly. “and it’s ours.”
"me along with four other people won the game. their names are gi hun, hyun ju, myung-gi, and jun-hee. I'll introduce you to them next week. gi hun says if we ever need anything then we can call him at anytime.
you trust him because you always have, that does not stop the unease that settles in your stomach.
you ask him again about the games.
again, “not tonight.”
as you both walk back to the apartment, the weight of the money in your life is overwhelming. you hold onto him tightly, glad he’s back, but the mystery of what he went through lingers.
even as you fall asleep beside him that night, you can’t stop thinking about the games he mentioned. they’ll haunt you, just like the ten days he was gone.
husband!babyfather!kang dae-ho x f!wife!mom!reader
in a world where you did get to have your family, unlike what happened here
warnings: mentions of normal post-pregnancy stuff like breastmilk pumping. postpartum depression. dae-ho being ALIVE in this one and being the best husband to you and father to your babies <3
heavily requested in my inbox after what I posted yesterday LMAO
the weight of it all is suffocating.
you sit on the couch, your body sinking into the cushions as exhaustion drapes over you like a heavy, unshakable blanket.
in your arms, tiny and delicate, byeol drinks from her bottle, her little fingers curling and uncurling against your chest, her slow, steady suckling the only sound anchoring you in the moment.
the babies tiny body is warm against you, her breaths soft, her features too much like dae-ho’s that it makes your heart ache.
normally, you would be lost in adoration, in awe of this little life you brought into the world. you would trace her perfect cheeks with your fingers, marvel at the way her lashes flutter as she drinks, kiss the soft long hair she inherited from her father.
today, you are simply trying to hold yourself together.
your body is sore, aching from the endless cycle of feeding, pumping, and barely sleeping. your mind feels foggy, tangled with thoughts you don’t want to have, emotions you don’t want to feel.
you love your daughters, you love dae-ho, you love your family. you would never trade this for anything.
however, the love isn’t enough to make the heaviness go away.
across the room, seo-ah plays on the floor, a bright burst of energy that fills every corner of the house. she chatters to her stuffed animals, her high-pitched giggles filling the space, making everything feel alive in a way that you cannot.
“appa! look! teddy is dancing!”
she exclaims, lifting her stuffed bear into the air, twirling it in circles.
dae-ho, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her, gasps in exaggerated excitement.
“wahhh! so cool, teddy is so talented!”
seo-ah beams at the praise, her eyes crinkling as she twirls again, her joy infectious, her laughter like sunshine.
normally, that sound would lift you.
normally, watching dae-ho be the incredible father that he is would warm your heart, remind you that you are not alone in this, that you have him.
today, it only makes the exhaustion worse.
dae-ho’s gaze flickers toward you, sharp and observant, even as he stays engaged with seo-ah’s game.
he doesn’t miss the tension in your shoulders, the blankness in your eyes, the way your responses are slower, quieter than usual.
he gets up, making his way to you, crouching in front of the couch so that he’s level with you.
“baby,” he murmurs, his voice soft, careful.
“are you okay?”
you manage a small smile.
“yeah, just tired.”
the marine’s warm, calloused hands settle on your knees, thumbs rubbing slow, comforting circles.
“do you want me to take byeol for a bit? you’ve been holding her all day.”
you shake your head, your arms instinctively tightening around byeol’s small frame.
“no, i got it.”
dae-ho doesn’t push. he never does.
he simply nods, but the concern lingers in his eyes.
after twenty minutes, when byeol finishes her bottle, you sigh, shifting in your seat.
“love, can you do their bedtime routine tonight? i feel… gross. i just wanna shower.”
dae-ho’s expression softens instantly, and without hesitation, he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple before carefully lifting mini byeol from your arms.
“of course, baby. take your time, okay?”
he doesn’t say it to make you feel better. he means it.
every time, every single time, he is happy to take care of his girls.
he never complains, never hesitates.
he loves them, loves you.
as he walks away, bouncing byeol gently in his arms, calling for seo-ah in that affectionate tone he always uses, you make your way to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you.
unfortunately, the moment you step into the shower, the relief you so desperately crave does not come.
the warm water cascades down your skin, but it does nothing to ease the exhaustion weighing down on you.
the pressure is strong, firm against your sore muscles, but you still feel tense, wound so tightly that no amount of heat can unravel you.
you let your head drop forward, resting your forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall. your arms hang limply at your sides, the steam rising around you in thick waves.
for a moment, you try to breathe…slow, deep, steady. but it doesn’t help. nothing does.
your body doesn’t feel like yours anymore.
your breasts ache, swollen and sore from pumping, tender in a way that makes you wince when the water hits them. your stomach, still soft and a little stretched from carrying byeol, stirs something sharp and cruel inside you, something that whispers that you’ll never look or feel the same again.
honestly, you cannot recall if you felt like this after having seo-ah.
you press your palm against yourself, fingers tracing over the faint marks left behind from your pregnancy, and you don’t know whether you love them or hate them.
a lump forms in your throat as your gaze flickers downward.
your thighs, your waist, the curve of your hips—none of it looks the way it used to.
you know, logically, that your body is healing, that you just brought a life into this world.
sometimes logic doesn’t quiet the thoughts that get at you, that tell you you are different now in a way that you can’t come back from.
you reach for your vanilla body wash, desperate for something familiar, something comforting.
the moment your fingers curl around the bottle, you realize it’s empty.
your breath catches.
it’s stupid.
it’s just body wash. you can use dae-ho’s.
it doesn’t matter.
it does.
your hand trembles slightly as you pick up his bottle instead, the scent of cedarwood and musk filling the space. it smells like him, like the warmth of his embrace, like the shirts you steal from his side of the closet.
you squeeze the soap into your net sponge, rubbing it over your arms, your shoulders, your chest. the wrongness lingers, settling into the hollow of your ribs like an ache that won’t fade.
when will this get easier?
the thought slams into you like a wave, sudden and suffocating.
your chest tightens, and before you can stop it, tears spill over your cheeks, mixing with the water streaming down your face.
you bite down on your lip, trying to keep the sobs at bay, but it’s useless. the emotions hit all at once, hard and overwhelming, crushing under the weight of everything you’ve been holding in.
your shoulders shake as the sobs build, as the exhaustion and frustration and sadness pour out of you in waves you can’t control.
you press a trembling hand to your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, trying not to let it get too loud and scare seo-ah from her bedroom.
no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you tell yourself to just get over it, to just be strong…you can’t stop.
the walls feel too close. the steam is suffocating. the sound of the water is deafening.
you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping onto the tile as you try to catch your breath, try to pull yourself together, try to remind yourself that you are okay.
you don’t feel okay.
you don’t know when you will again.
your body still aches. your breasts are sore from pumping, tender in a way that makes you wince when the water hits them.
the final straw.
and then—
the door creaks open.
you don’t hear footsteps, don’t hear anything other than your own quiet cries.
then the shower door slides open, and suddenly, there he is.
dae-ho.
your husband.
your breath catches as he takes you in….your trembling frame, the water streaming down your face, the way you try so desperately to wipe away the evidence of your breakdown.
he’s not having any of it.
without a word, he steps forward, his black shirt and joggers instantly soaked as he pulls you into his arms.
“baby,” he breathes against your wet hair, his voice thick with emotion.
“don’t do that. don’t hide from me.”
you break.
your hands clutch at his shirt, your sobs shaking your whole body as he holds you. his large hands cradle the back of your head, his fingers slipping through your soaked hair as he rocks you gently.
“i know it’s hard,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“but i’m right here. i’ll always be right here.”
and you believe him.
he stays with you until the tears slow, until your breathing steadies.
then, gently, he helps you out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you before drying you off with so much tenderness it nearly makes you cry all over again.
you don’t lift a finger.
he stands behind you, brushing through your damp hair before braiding it, his fingers moving with practiced ease thanks to his older sisters.
he massages your vanilla body butter into your skin, his touch warm, comforting. when he helps you into your nightgown, his fingers linger at your waist, his gaze full of something so raw, so real, that it makes your breath hitch.
in bed, he helps you pump, his hands resting on your thighs, his presence a grounding force.
finally, when you’re settled against him, you whisper,
“did they go to sleep easily?”
dae-ho hums.
“byeol was easy, but seo-ah went on a five-minute rant about oreo ice cream before tiring herself out.”
you giggle softly, your heart swelling.
“she really loves that ice cream.”
you don’t speak again until the question that has been weighing on you slips past your lips.
“dae…will i feel beautiful again?”
dae-ho’s response is immediate.
he pulls you close, pressing kiss after kiss to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.
“you are beautiful now,” he murmurs against your skin.
“you’ve always been beautiful. you gave us the most perfect babies. and i promise, baby, you’ll feel normal again. until then, i’ll be here. every step of the way.”
and in his arms, in his warmth, you believe him.
you will be okay, even if postpartum depression keeps trying to consume you.
you give him your body in exchange for saving your life
warnings: nsfw!!!! smut!!! 18+!!! minors do not interact. smut with plot, unprotected p in v, dry humping, orał (kdh & reader receiving), breeding kink, cumeating(?), switch!dae-ho, switch!reader, tons of praise. mentions of death, post-squid game au
you spend the three days after being released in a daze, unsure if dae-ho would remember your address or if he even made it out alive.
of course he did make it out alive.. you two were the only survivors!!!
if it weren't for him deciding to split the money with you.. you'd be dead in a grave or cremated.
anyways..
you replay your last conversation over and over, clinging to the memory of his voice as you told him where to find you.
part of you hopes he’ll show up, while another part doesn’t know if you’ll ever see him again.
your apartment feels too quiet since coming back from witnessing over 400+ deaths in the last week..
the silence presses down on you like a heavy weight, the memories of the games suffocating you in the stillness.
you catch yourself glancing at the door constantly, your heart jumping at the faintest sound outside. every knock you imagine feels like a cruel trick.
two days go by and it’s just before sunset, the sky painted in warm oranges and purples.
the knock on your door is soft but deliberate.
you freeze mid-step, your breath catching.
you don’t even need to check...you know it’s him.
your heart pounds as you slowly make your way to the door.
opening the door.. there he was.
dae-ho looks worn down, his face pale and tired, the weight of everything you both endured written in the lines on his face.
he’s still wearing the same black jacket he had on when you last saw him, and his shoulders slump like he’s carrying the world.
for a long moment, you just stare at each other, no words exchanged. his eyes meet yours, and it feels like the world outside doesn’t exist anymore.
every nightmare, every moment of fear you faced together...it’s all there in his gaze.
you don’t need to explain anything; he understands.
“you came,” you whisper, your voice soft and shaking. your throat feels tight, and it takes all your strength to hold back tears.
dae-ho nods, his expression unreadable, though his lips part slightly like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how.
you step aside, motioning for him to come inside. he hesitates at first, his hand gripping the doorframe like he’s not sure he belongs there.
you tell him quietly, “you’re safe here,” and it’s enough.
he steps through the doorway, and the air in the room changes.
he sits on your couch, stiff and unsure, while you pour him a glass of water.
you notice how his hands shake as he takes it from you, but you don’t comment.
you sit across from him, your legs tucked up under you, and the silence between you feels both suffocating and comforting at the same time.
you want to ask if he’s okay, but you already know the answer.
"do you have anywhere to stay?"
you ask the man.
both of you have at least 22.8 billion won now.. but money can only fix so much.
"no."
he mumbles.
"thats okay, you can live here with me."
you hope he stays for a while... forever.
to say that you are in love with him would be an understatement.
he is a sweetheart. the man who made you laugh in your darkest moments during those games.
he saved your life at the end, and now you can't let him go.
when you see him pull his jacket tighter around himself, you stand up.
grabbing a soft blanket from one of your linen closest, you go behind him and drape it over his shoulders.
dae-ho's lips twitch in what might be a faint smile, though it’s gone in an instant.
he murmurs a soft “thank you,” his voice hoarse.
hours later, neither of you is ready to sleep.
"what happened when the guards dropped you off?"
you ask the man.
dae-ho's strong arm is wrapped around your waist, your back pressed against his front.
you're laying on your bed, the tv on but neither of you were paying attention to the show.
"well, they had me in a blindfold and restraints which took about half-an-hour to pull off. afterwards, I felt something in my pocket which was the gold card.. you got that too right?"
dae-ho cuts himself off.
"I did."
you nod.
"okay.. well I saw an atm and when I saw the amount of money I got.. I immediately paid off my debt."
dae-ho says.
you only nod your head, not saying anything else.
"what about you?"
he asks while he hand softly caresses your waist below your underboob.
"I nearly went through the same thing.. except the guards dropped me off on a university campus so I had a few students untie me."
you say, lightly giggling at the memory.
"dae-ho?"
"y/n?"
you swallow, hoping to not cry with what you're about to say.
"I just want to say thank you."
you sat up, turning so you're facing him.
"you don't need to thank--"
"yes I do, dae-ho."
a tear falls through your left eye,
"the guards gave you a choice. you could've killed me and taken all 45.6 billion won for yourself, but you did not. you chose to split it with me. I don't think I could ever repay you."
you place your hand on his upper thigh..
this small action seems to change your mood.
you stare at his crotch, seemingly knowing how you could repay him somehow.
the ex-marine looks at you with confusion.
smirking, you look up at his face being leaning into his ear.
your lips lightly brush over his earlobe when you seductively say,
"I know how I can repay you, dae-ho."
you felt his left hand caress the side of your hip, taking in your idea.
he needed you just as much as you needed him.
dae-ho's joggers were thrown somewhere in your bedroom as you lightly sucked on his swollen tip.
he's laid down, his upper body elevated by some of your pillows while you're arched in front of him,
giving him the perfect view of your ass through your pajama pants
"fuck."
dae-ho groans when you swirl your tongue around his tip, giving the sensitive part all of your attention while your hands pump up and down his shaft.
"you're so big."
you look up at him, moaning as you start to take his full dick into your mouth.
"oh.. fuck!"
you feel his big hands lightly pull your hair up into a ponytail while you suck on his dick.
keeping your tongue in contact with one of his prominent veins, you cupped his balls with your soft hands.
"you're doing so well, love. keep sucking my dick.. just like that ughh."
he groans as his big hand move to cup on your cheek.
you feel his cock twitch inside of your throat..
you deepthroat him more knowing that he is about to cum.
"fuck fuck!"
he continues to groan as he lightly pushes your head to stay where you are, to not dare to edge him.
after swallowing his load, you pulled yourself up from him.
you couldn't process how fast dae-ho went after holding your waist, flipping you over, and kissing down your collarbone.
feeling his bare cock against your core, which was still covered by your soft pajamas and underwear, you whimpered.
"shit!"
you mumbled, spreading your legs further as dae-ho started to hump against you.
he takes off your shirt, and starts to fondle your boobs.
he takes your left one into his mouth, teasing and nibbling lightly your nipple with his teeth, while his big hand plays with your right one.
"just let me fuck you already."
you whispered.
"don't be impatient."
he took his boob out of your mouth.
dae-ho sat up, pulling your pajama pants and matching underwear down at the same time.
you were completely soaked.
the man put his hands behind your knees and spread your legs even further, giving him a perfect few of your arousal.
he was right, you were impatient.
you whimpered as his mouth started kissing down towards your center. starting at your right ankle and trailing down.
the sight was so hot, but you were never used to being so exposed for someone.
you rubbed your eyes with your hands as dae-ho made it to your inner thigh.
"keep your eyes on me baby, I want you to see how good I'll make you feel."
"yes!"
you moaned he kissed your inner pubic bone, just centimeters beside your center.
you hoped your neighbors weren't home as dae-ho ate you out like a starved man.
your moans flooded your apartment as dae-ho's fingers pumped in and out of you, poking that good spot inside of your warm walls.
"shhiitt!!"
the voice of yours nearly screamed as dae-ho sucked on your clit softly, his fingers going at a nice pace.
"I'm-- ahhhh!"
you cried, a tear falling down your face as dae-ho replaced his fingers with his tongue.
your walls contracted before you cummed all over his face, your back arched off of your bed while the ex-marine made sure that your legs stayed apart.
putting yourself on all fours, you looked back to see dae-ho giving himself a few pumps.
"you like what you see?"
you teased, wiggling your ass while he started to tease your clit with his tip.
"absolutely, you're so beautiful."
dae-ho smiled, the flushed look of his face making you even wetter, if thats possible.
when you felt his length push inside of you, stretching you in half almost, you squealed in satisfaction.
"fuck!"
dae-ho wanted to take a minute to feel himself inside of you, but you immediately started to fuck yourself back onto him.
your ass making contact with his hips filled the room.
dae-ho groaned, his hands went down to your hips to assist you into fucking him.
"thats ittt-- fuck, you're so perfect my love."
he praises, feeling your wetness all over himself.
"t-th-this is what you-- fuck!"
you tried to speak, but feeling his tip kissing your cervix made your head fall onto your pillow.
"you des-deserve this after being a gentleman.. you know? shit!"
your mouth hung open as you continue to push yourself back onto the marine.
"you're making me feel so good baby."
dae-ho places his right hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you look back to meet his love filled eyes.
"I'm--I-i'm gonna cum again."
"fuck you're so big!"
you start to pump yourself faster onto his cock.
"me too, where do you want me to--"
"inside."
you did not hesitate to speak.
"are you sur--"
"yes, yes, yes, fuck!"
you moaned as his shaft brushes against your g-spot, immediately making you cum all over him and your bedsheets below.
dae-ho twitched and came inside you shortly after, painting your walls white.
you pushed back onto him at least ten times during, fucking yourselves through your orgasms.
after pulling out, the ex-marine immediately cuddled onto your body.
you laid down on the bed as the man laid on your chest, his face pressed against your naked boob.
"are you okay? do you need anything, any water or snacks?"
dae-ho speaks softly, looking up at you while he places his large hands on your waist.
"I'm okay, just stay here with me."
you mumble, running your fingers through his hair.
"I'm staying, I'll always be here.. you don't need to worry."
he speaks, knowing you meant for him to stay with you forever after tonight.
"thank you for saving my life."
you mumble into his hair, giving him a light kiss on his scalp.
"I would've sacrificed mine, if it meant saving yours, y/n."
in which you commit an act so unforgivable, yet reasonable
warnings: murder, death, nsfw!! 18+, minors please dni. smut with plot. oral (dh receiving). switch!daeho. switch!reader. praise. no PinV. VERY long chapter. dark chapter. original plot changes. y/n is used. reader is player 099. reader is the murderer. established relationship with dae-ho before the games. this takes place after the mingle games. the original character in this fic is player 123. I am not responsible for the content you choose to read after you hit, "keep reading"
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the bathroom is a mess of bodies and tension.
the air thick with sweat, fear, disgusting body waste, and the sharp buzz of the overhead fluorescent lights. the guards stand at the entrance, their rifles slung carelessly over their shoulders, barely paying attention.
they know no one is dumb enough to try anything here, not after the mingle game.
a game in which you barely survived too.
anyways, you should be focusing on keeping jun-hee safe, making sure she gets in and out of here without trouble, but your mind keeps circling back to dae-ho.
your man.
the love of your life.
the marine’s voice is still fresh in your ears.
"stay safe, no heroics."
all of the women were assigned to all go to the bathroom before lights out. you had smiled at him, something small, something just for him.
"i’ll be okay,"
you had promised, squeezing his hand.
"i'll stay with jun-hee the whole time."
he hadn't liked it. you could tell by the way his jaw clenched, by the flicker of hesitation in his eyes, like he wanted to argue but knew it would only make things harder. he is super protective about you, even before the games back at home.
in the end, he let you go, but not before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering like he was trying to memorize you.
"come back to me."
you had nodded. you always would.
the two of you had been together for years. your relationship wasn’t new, wasn’t fragile. it was something built, something strong, something that had withstood everything life had thrown at you before the games.
this?
this was different.
this was a nightmare neither of you had ever prepared for.
when you first locked eyes after red light, green light, it felt like the world had cracked open. neither of you had known the other would be here.
neither of you had imagined, in your worst nightmares, that this was how you’d meet again after not seeing each other for days.
after meeting the salesman, the both of you had a plan to pay off each other's debts. unaware that the other had the same exact plan too.
the first game, dae-ho had stormed across the bloodstained ground, past the trembling bodies of the survivors, past the bodies that would never move again, and grabbed you like you were slipping through his fingers.
“why are you here?"
his voice had been raw, panicked.
"how…why…"
"why are you here?"
you had shot back, just as desperate, just as lost.
you both had kept your struggles quieter than you should have, thinking you could handle them alone. thinking you didn’t have to drag each other down.
it didn’t matter now.
now, all that mattered was surviving. together.
which was what led you here…standing in a sea of exhausted, wary women, pushing into the bathroom with jun-hee behind you and hyun-ju in front, keeping them close, like a shield.
you aren’t the only one on edge. hyun-ju’s beautiful eyes are scanning, assessing. she turns around and catches the way your fingers twitch at your sides, the way your shoulders stay stiff.
"you okay?" her voice is low, careful.
you force a small nod.
"just need to pee badly."
it’s a lie.
hyun-ju knows. she reads people too well…probably from whatever special forces training she’s had.
she doesn’t press, just gives you a look before shifting her attention elsewhere.
it’s not the bathroom that has you tense.
it’s her.
player 123.
she’s already ahead, pushing through the group like she owns the place along with her goon’s, loud and grating. she hasn’t stopped talking since mingle. hasn’t stopped running her mouth.
"you see that one triangle guard earlier?"
she crows to no one in particular, shoving her elbow into the woman next to her.
"dude was practically asleep. i bet i could’ve grabbed his gun…boom, game over."
the woman beside her gives a nervous laugh, stepping away. no one outside of her dickriding goons wants to be near her…she’s too reckless, too unpredictable.
your fingers curl into a fist at your side.
you don’t trust her. not after what happened in the six-legged penalathon.
you and player 123 had almost killed each other.
it had been an accident, but that didn’t matter. the two of you had made a mistake, a single misstep, a moment of hesitation that had nearly sent both of you crashing to your deaths. and she blamed you.
the audacity.
when jun-hee came to your group, asking to join. you gave up your spot for the woman. dae-ho protested, but you told him that the pregnant woman needs to live, so being with men will help her.
dae-ho intensely watched you as you approached 123 and her group of 4. player 123 said you could join, since she needed another woman who looked, “as fit as you.”
however, that was a mistake.. since you both nearly tripped when you were running to the finish line.
since then, she hated you..
you weren’t exactly fond of her either.
you keep jun-hee behind you as the crowd shifts into the cramped bathroom. it’s a tight space, bodies pressing in on all sides. no privacy, no safety.
you aren’t the only one feeling it…jun-hee shifts uncomfortably, pressing a protective hand over her stomach. you glance at her, lowering your voice.
"we’ll be quick. i won’t let anything happen."
she nods, trusting.
too trusting.
you can feel player 123's presence, her laughter cutting through the thick air like a blade. she’s talking again, louder now, complaining about everything.
"this is ridiculous," she groans, kicking the bottom of a stall.
"they’re treating us like animals. like we’re not even people."
you bite back the urge to snap.
because that’s the thing...she’s not wrong.
that doesn’t make you hate her any less.
hyun-ju watches you carefully from the side, tracking the way your body tenses, the way your fingers tap against your leg like you’re holding yourself back from something.
"she’s not worth it," hyun-ju mutters under her breath.
you exhale sharply, steadying yourself.
"i know."
that doesn’t stop you from keeping an eye on player 123. doesn’t stop the weight of her presence from pressing into you.
because in a place like this, grudges can get you killed.
the guards stand lazily outside of the entrance, their rifles hanging at their sides, not paying attention.
they don’t care about the many players inside one hot room.
but you do.
you keep jun-hee close, guiding her toward the stalls. she looks miserable, her hand resting over the curve of her belly, shoulders tight with exhaustion.
"y/n, i just need to sit for a second."
jun-hee pulls you towards the first stall.
she goes into one of the stalls, locking it behind her, and you let out a slow breath. your heart is still racing. not because of the guards, not because of the way the other women keep their eyes peeled for weakness…but because of player 123.
you hear her voice somewhere off to the side, barking out a laugh, too loud, too confident.
"these stalls are disgusting, i swear to god. like what do they want us to do? piss outside?"
she’s talking to no one in particular, but the woman next to her lets out a forced chuckle, clearly too nervous to ignore her.
“she is so fucking annoying!”
you think.
your jaw clenches, fingers twitching at your side.
you don’t trust her. you never have.
so when jun-hee comes out of her stall, you decide to go in after her. not because you need to pee, but because you don’t want to have to go later, when things could be worse.
“i’ll be quick," you murmur, passing by hyun-ju, who is by the sinks, watching everything like a hawk.
"stay alert," she tells you.
you nod, stepping inside the stall, locking it behind you.
you sit, but your mind is elsewhere, lost in the horrors of the game.
everything blurs together…the blood, the screams, the crack of bones snapping under pressure. you squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your palms into your thighs, trying to push the thoughts away, trying to remind yourself that you're still here. still breathing. still alive.
BANG.
your entire body jolts at the sudden impact against the stall door.
"can you hurry the fuck up?"
that voice.
your blood runs cold.
player 123.
you don’t say anything, don’t react, hoping she’ll just move on, but then
she crawls under the stall.
your breath catches in your throat, horror spiking through your veins as her hands and knees scrape against the filthy tile, her face appearing under the gap before she pulls herself inside, into your space.
"are you fucking stupid?"
you snap, scrambling to pull your joggers up as you stagger to your feet.
she just laughs.
loud, grating, obnoxious.
"oh? oh, look at that." she grins, rocking back on her heels.
"it’s the stupid bitch who almost got us killed!"
your fists clench.
"get the fuck out,"
you hiss, pushing past her to unlock the door.
she follows you.
you storm toward the sinks, your entire body thrumming with rage. she’s right on your heels, her voice sharp and mocking as she keeps egging you on.
"what’s wrong, 099? mad i called you out? mad that you’re such a weak bitch who made it this far? "
you ignore her, stepping toward the sinks where hyun-ju and jun-hee are.
she doesn’t stop.
"you think you’re some big hero? sticking with your little group like you’re different from the rest of us? newsflash, sweetheart…nobody here is safe."
your hands shake. you grip the edge of the sink, trying to steady yourself.
then she says it.
"you know... i started to notice how close you and player 388 are. are you guys together?"
123’s tone shifts, turning cruel, taunting.
you stare at her through the mirror, hoping she shuts the fuck up.
"wait, awee you guys are together! you know.. he’s such a charm. i cannot wait to steal him when you die during the next game!"
that’s it.
before you can even think, your body moves on its own.
you turn, your fist flying through the air, and the impact is satisfying to your mind and knuckles.
CRACK.
your knuckles collide with her face, sending her stumbling backward, her body hitting the ground with a hard thud.
someone gasps.
her goons rush forward, helping her up.
hyun-ju steps toward you, eyes sharp, but before she can say anything—
all hell breaks loose.
somewhere in the room, another fight erupts.
two randome women claw at each other, snarling like wild animals, hair being pulled, screams echoing off the tile.
and then, like a chain reaction, everyone starts fighting.
jun-hee stumbles back against the wall, hiding, pressing her hands over her stomach, panic flashing across her face. she knows she doesn’t stand a chance in this chaos.
hyun-ju moves quickly, diving into the mess, trying to break up fights before they get worse.
you…you don’t get the chance.
because player 123 tackles you.
you slam into the sink counter, pain exploding through your ribs.
"you wanna fucking hit me, huh?"
she seethes, grabbing onto your shirt.
"you bitch! you think you’re tough?"
you fight back, gripping her by the shoulders, trying to throw her off. but she’s strong, fueled by anger, by adrenaline.
you both go crashing to the ground.
she’s on top of you, fists flying.
one punch.
two.
three.
your face is bruised, bloodied.
your vision goes blurry, the taste of iron thick in your mouth as blood pools around your molar teeth.
you gasp, hands scrambling for anything.
you grip 123’s neck, trying to choke her, trying to stop her punches, but she just snarls, yanking at your hair, slamming your head back against the tile.
someone—se-mi—tries to pull her off.
but it’s not working.
you’re losing.
then
something presses against your thigh.
your metal fork.
the one from earlier’s meal. the one you saved, just in case something like this happened
your fingers close around it inside of your pocket.
without thinking..without hesitating..
you move your right hand quickly and plunge it into her neck.
she freezes.
123’s brown eyes go wide.
her hands, her fists, stop.
she limps, her body crumbling.
however, that was not enough.
something inside you snaps.
you stab.
again.
again.
again.
again.
again.
over and over and over until..
"STOP!"
arms pull you back… hyun-ju.
your breath is ragged, your chest heaving.
player 123 is dead.
her body is still.
her blood is everywhere.
you don’t realize what you’ve done…not really…until hyun-ju drags you into the hallway, pushing you against the wall beside a guard.
you’re hyperventilating. those pink lungs of yours cannot seem to catch a breath.
hyun-ju doesn’t yell at you. doesn’t scold you for murder since that would be hypocritical of her. she just takes the bloody fork from your hands, wipes at the blood on your face…though your 099 shirt is already soaked in red.
"breathe," she orders.
you can’t.
"what did i do?"
jun-hee stands nearby, eyes wide, face pale.
she looks at you, then at the bodies inside.
"nothing. since nothing will be mentioned to the others,"
she says quietly.
you nod.
silent.
back to the dorms.. you can barely walk.
your legs feel like they don’t belong to you, and the weight of what you just did claws at your chest, sinking deep into your ribs, making it hard to breathe.
hyun-ju keeps her arm wrapped tightly around you, holding you up, making sure you don’t collapse under your own exhaustion. your shirt is soaked in blood..
some yours, most of it hers.
player 123 is dead.
you did that.
you killed her.
yet, in this moment, all you can focus on is putting one foot in front of the other as you and the remaining women shuffle back into the dorms.
the second the doors open, the tension inside the dorm shifts.
the men had heard everything.
the screams.
the fighting.
the pounding of bodies slamming against the walls, the stalls, the sinks.
the killings.
it was a nightmare.
and dae-ho almost ran after you.
he had almost lost his mind when the first screams from multiple women echoed through the halls, his entire body lurching forward, ready to run, to fight, to protect you, before jung bae grabbed him.
"don’t." jung bae had hissed, forcing him to stay put.
"we don’t know what’s happening yet."
"it’s a fucking massacre, that’s what," young-il had muttered under his breath, his face pale as they all listened.
dae-ho couldn’t stay calm.
he was barely breathing, his hands clenching and unclenching, his mind running a thousand miles a minute.
you had told him you’d be okay.
you had promised.
but then why did the screaming keep going?
why did it sound like hell itself had broken loose in there?
at one point, it sounded like you were screaming.
it was, it was when you were repeatedly stabbing 123 over and over again.
back in the dorms, dae-ho kept trying to reason with himself.
you don’t start fights.
you aren’t reckless.
then he remembered the way you and 123 had argued after your group barely survived the six-legged penalathon…by four fucking seconds.
he remembered 123 cursing you out, yelling about how you should’ve died instead of her almost falling.
he remembered the way you just flicked her off, walking away.
she was a loose cannon.
123 was like thanos and namgyu smashed into one woman.
what if—
the doors open.
the women return.
and it’s worse than he imagined.
the ones who come back look horrible.
some are bloody. some have fresh bruises. some have torn shirts, missing shoes, swollen faces.
but not as many women return as there were when they left.
dae-ho’s stomach drops.
he scans the group frantically.
the marine’s heart hammers.
his eyes land on hyun-ju and jun-hee first…both fine, exhausted but fine.
then he sees you and his blood runs cold.
his baby. his love.
you look destroyed. your face is bloodied. your right eye is swollen. there’s a deep cut above your eyebrow, blood trailing down your cheek, dripping onto your already soaked shirt.
your lips are busted.
your knuckles are bruised and your hands are shaking.
"what the fuck happened?"
dae-ho’s voice is sharp, broken.
hyun-ju doesn’t answer right away.
instead, she tightens her grip on you, like she’s trying to shield you from his panic.
it’s too late.
he pushes forward, prying you out of hyun-ju’s arms, cradling you in his own.
his hands hover over your face, your wounds, your bruises, like he doesn’t know where to touch, where to fix, where to start.
"baby, oh my god, what did they do to you?" his voice breaks.
he lifts you into his arms, carrying you straight to his bed, settling you down gently, as if you might shatter if he moves too fast.
you don’t say anything.
you can’t.
because if you open your mouth, if you speak,you might just say what you did.
so instead, you stare at the ceiling, your breath shallow, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.
hyun-ju and jun-hee exchange a look.
they don’t tell him.
they don’t say what really happened.
that is your place, not theirs.
they don’t tell him that you killed player 123 in a fit of survival and rage, stabbing her over and over again until her body was lifeless.
instead, hyun-ju lies.
"a fight broke out. everyone was attacking each other."
dae-ho’s jaw tightens, his eyes flicking over every bruise, every wound, every drop of blood.
"and she was attacked?"
jun-hee nods.
"we barely made it out."
dae-ho exhales sharply, his hands trembling as he tears a piece of his 388 shirt, dipping it into some cup of water (belonging to gi-hun) before gently pressing it against your wounds.
"fuck, i should’ve been there," he mutters.
"i should’ve protected you."
you swallow.
dae-ho’s words make your chest ache in a way you can’t explain.
he doesn’t know.
he doesn’t know what you did.
he doesn’t know that you aren’t just hurt.
you are a killer now.
across the room, young-il/001/the frontman undercover watches you carefully as he sits beside a worried gi-hun and jung-bae.
his eyes linger.
he knows.
he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make a scene, but you catch the way he scans the room, the way he takes note of who came back..and who didn’t.
123 isn’t here
he knows.
you don’t look at dae-ho.
you can’t
because then you’d have to acknowledge it. and right now, you just want to pretend.
pretend you didn’t just take a life.
pretend you’re still you.
the speaker comes on and the room freezes as everyone listens. suddenly, the names of the eliminated players in the women’s bathroom echo through the dorms.
"player 037. eliminated."
"player 272. eliminated."
"player 081. eliminated."
"player 410. eliminated."
"player 008. eliminated."
"player 072. eliminated."
and then..
"player 123. eliminated."
the second her number is called, the room shifts in your perspective.
your stomach twists.
dae-ho’s eyes snap to you.
then to hyun-ju.
hyun-ju turns away.
you tense.
but he doesn’t know.
not yet. not yet.
because lights out is coming.
during lights out, you wake up to dae-ho who is looking up at the ceiling. the ceiling where the gold pig sits with all of the money. the money from the dead players.
“baby, is everything alright?”
you ask lightly, putting your hand on his upper thigh as he looks over at you.
the man smiles lightly, brushing a piece of hair off of your forehead as you close your eyes.. taking in his touch.
“i should be asking you that.”
dae-ho responds.
of course you are still thinking about the murder you committed. however, you know that there will not be any legal consequences. the guards and this whole game is illegal itself!
however, you wonder how dae-ho will look at you.
he used to talk to you about a murder that he committed while he was in the marines. the one thing that started his PTSD while serving. however, he was forced to do that.
you were not forced.
well, that is debatable.
since you were acting in self-defense.
you brought your sore lips over dae-ho’s and started kissing him soflty, moving his hands to your ass while you sat your clothed core on top of his bulge.
“y/n.”
he groans through your lips.
“hm.”
you smirk.
“is this alright? i don’t want you to feel uncom–”
“we need a distraction, dae-ho.”
two minutes later, your lips around around his fat tip. the marine’s head laid back against the hard wall, his pants pulled down to his ankles as you took his whole length inside of your throat.
you were distracting yourself. your focus is fully on your lover’s scent, his big dick in your throat, your hands massaging his balls, and the way your lashes batted up at his eyes while you sucked his dick.
this is the only way you can distract yourself from earlier. the murder. the murder you commited.
dae-ho wrapped your hair in a ponytail with his hands while you continued to do your work. you concentrated your tongue on a particular vein on his shaft while arching your back in the process.
"fuck, you're sucking me off so perfectly."
your boyfriend of five years reaches over to massage your clothed ass, groaning softly as you deepthroated his cock.
obviously, sucking his cock during lights out, where a player can easily see you, was not ideal for most people. however, you refused to pull dae-ho into a bathroom and do it. not where you killed 123.
dae-ho’s cock twitched inside of your throat and you hummed, feeling his white load spill inside of your mouth and throat.
the man puts a pillow over his head, so the pillow can block out his loud pornographic moan he spoke out.
you were always so good at sucking his dick, oh how much he missed it while the games were happening.
you helped your boyfriend pull his boxers and pants back on. the man flipped you over and kissed all over your neck, but you cringed.
not because of dae-ho, not at all. you were so desperate for his tongue on your clit but somehow.. you started smelling the metallic blood from earlier.
123’s blood.
tears fill your eyes almost immediately.
when dae-ho realized that you were crying out of fear instead of pleasure, he stopped instantly. he pulled you into his arms as you stained his shirt with your tears.
you started to hyperventilate again.
dae-ho keeps you in his arms, but pulls your head off of his chest in order to help yourself breathe.
“baby, please breathe.”
dae-ho panics, nearly having tears in his eyes too.
“dae-ho, i-i-ca-can’t. i’m ah-a monster.”
you coughed out.
dae-ho frowns.
“no you’re not!”
he mumbles confidently, truthfully.
“you’re my angel.”
you cry more, shaking your head with a frown.
“angels don't kill people, dae-ho.”
you sob, wiping your nose with your blood stained jacket.
“what?”
dae-ho’s eyes widened.
“sh-sh-she was so close to killing me i-in there!”
you start shaking, dae-ho holds your hands as you try to recall the memory.
your lips turn pale. dae-ho holds the back of your head with his large hands as more tears fall down your face.
“dae-ho, i killed 123!!! the fork i-i ha-had when we ate the bibimbap to-together! she almost beat me to death so i stabbed her.”
your hands started shaking to the point where dae-ho had to hold them.
not only was the memory so traumatic, but you were started to think that dae-ho would leave you.
scared that he would not want someone who is a murderer.
dae-ho’s eyes are widened, he cannot say anything.
“puh-pl-please say something! i swear it was in self-defense!! she did this to me-”
you pointed at the bruises and cuts on your face.
“i-i couldn’t breathe before i felt the fork in my pocket. i had to, i am so sorry! please forgive me for being a monster!”
you forced your hands out of dae-ho’s and covered your face, ashamed of yourself.
dae-ho is everything good in this world. even here, in this twisted, merciless game, he treats you like you’re made of glass…like you’re still the same person he fell in love with before all of this.
you’re scared.. now you believe that he knows that the girl he’s holding, the girl he’s protecting so fiercely, is not the girl he fell in love with.
you’re a monster. a murderer.
the blood on your hands isn’t just yours…it’s 123s.
dae-ho holds you again.. and doesn’t let go of you. not even for a second.
the marine’s arms stay firmly around you, grounding you as your entire body shakes, as your chest heaves, struggling to pull in air. your lungs burn, your throat closes, and your vision blurs with the overwhelming flood of emotions crashing down on you all at once.
you can’t stop crying.
you can’t stop the guilt, the fear, the shame from clawing at your insides, making you feel like you’re being ripped apart from the inside out.
"i'm a monster,"
you choke out between uneven breaths.
"i don’t deserve you, dae-ho. i don’t.."
"stop."
dae-ho’s voice is gentle, but firm. the man’s hands cup your face, thumbs wiping away the hot tears streaming down your cheeks, even though they just keep coming.
"baby, listen to me. i understand."
dae-ho’s voice is steady, warm, full of something so deep and unwavering.. it only makes you cry harder.
"i know. it was self-defense."
you shake your head, gripping onto his wrists like he’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely in this hellhole.
"but i still did it," you whisper, voice breaking.
"i still killed her."
dae-ho doesn’t flinch.
his grip doesn’t loosen.
his expression doesn’t change.
"and it would have been you killed if you hadn’t."
his words hit hard, slicing through the noise in your head.
you inhale sharply, shuddering.
"this game… it’s bringing out the worst in all of us." his voice softens, his forehead pressing against yours.
"this isn’t your fault, baby. you were protecting yourself."
you sob, shaking your head violently.
"no–"
"yes." he pulls back just enough to look at you, really look at you, his dark eyes full of nothing but love.
"you’re not a monster. you’re still my girl… my angel."
dae-ho’svoice breaks on those last words, but he keeps going.
he wants to cry with you.
"when we get out of here, i’ll get us help." he promises.
"therapy, whatever you need, i’ll be right there with you. we’ll get through this. together."
your face crumples, your hands tightening in the fabric of his 388 shirt.
"how can you still love me after this?"
dae-ho lets out a soft, shaky breath, like he can’t believe you’d even ask that.
"how can i not? you’re the love of my life. bad or good."
your chest shakes as another sob wracks through you, but this time, it’s different.
it’s not just grief, it’s relief.
because he’s not leaving.
he’s not disgusted.
he’s not giving up on you.
"i’m not mad, baby. i’m not mad at you." his lips press against your temple, lingering.
"and we’re okay. i’m still with you. i’m still going to protect you."
"we’re okay?" you whisper, almost afraid to believe it.
he nods, pulling you closer, holding you like he never wants to let go.
