☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ channelling my sadness into this angsty drabble about Gi-hun not waking up in the coffin.
a coffin made of glass
Rating: M | Hwang In-ho x Seong Gi-hun | Wordcount: 1.6k
The faces that huddle around the box have gone from distressed to panicked as Player 120 and 149 take charge, pushing to the front of the group and leaning over the casket. As they try to rouse Gi-hun, In-ho feels the same icy panic that lines their faces shoot down his spine. “What’s happening?” He barks at the Officer. On the screen, one of the pink soldiers approaches the group. At first they resist, yelling at the guards but a pointed firearm is enough to force them to warily withdraw. Once they back away, the triangle-masked guard kneels down by the coffin and reaches in. After a moment they pull away and take out their radio. In-ho stares at the Officer impatiently as the other man listens to the guard’s report. The Officer looks up at him when the radio clicks off. “Player 456 isn’t breathing, sir.”
Inspired by these two Snow White posts 🍎 here and here
