PLEASE SEND REQUESTS ABOUT THE SALESMAN (squid game) AND SEOKWOO (train to busan) IM BEGGING FLUFF SMUT ANGST YANDERE DARK CONTENT HURT/COMFORT MOST ANYTHING AS LONG AS ITS HIM!! i’m disgustingly down bad for this man because not only would I let him slap me in the face, I would PAY HIM to slap me in the face, pour boiling soup in my lap, spit in my mouth, and then apologize for making a gentleman like him waste his time on a whore like me
Seok-woo x fem!reader
warning. swearing, not proof read, no happy ending
A/N. rewatched train to busan a few days ago and I just thought of this and wanted to write it out!
You had worked for Seok-woo for as long as you could remember. You were probably there even before he was blessed with his beautiful little girl, Su-an. She had a way of melting your heart effortlessly, much like her father had managed to do over the years, though you'd never admit it. Not out loud, at least.
It was a shameful thing to feel. You, a grown, intelligent, and self-sufficient person, were in love with a man who has a wife. Or, well... had a wife until just a few months ago.
You'd seen how the divorce affected him, but it was Su-an who suffered the most. Her bright, contagious smile had dimmed, replaced by a sadness far too heavy for a child to carry. You tried your best to bring it back whenever she came to the office with her dad on the less hectic days. Whether it was through little jokes, snacks, or just letting her draw all over the unused papers and documents you were sure you’d never need.
Seok-woo noticed, of course. He always did. "You’re too good to us," he'd said more than once, half-smiling in that soft way that made your chest tighten.
Today was one of those days when Su-an had tagged along. She was sitting quietly in your office, flipping through the stack of magazines you kept on the coffee table for guests. Her small hands delicately turned the pages, her big eyes wide with fascination. "A little birdie told me it’s someone’s special day today," you teased with a playful smirk, pulling open your desk drawer to retrieve the small, neatly wrapped gift you had tucked away a week ago.
The girl looked up at you, curious, setting the magazine aside as you extended the gift toward her. Her wide eyes sparkled with surprise and excitement. Just as she reached for it, the door opened. “Morning,” you greeted automatically, your tone warm as Seok-woo stepped inside. His expression was a mix of relief and mild irritation, likely from rushing to drop off an urgent client file before picking Su-an up. “Morning, [Name]. I hope she wasn’t too much trouble,” he said, his voice carrying that clipped efficiency you’d come to know.
His gaze shifted to the box in Su-an’s hands, his eyebrows raising slightly. “You got her a gift?” “Of course,” you replied with a small laugh, brushing off the question as though it were nothing. “She’s been a sweetheart, as always. You know I don’t mind having her around. Though…” You glanced at Su-an with a teasing grin. “I’m not sure she’ll like it.”
“I’m sure I’ll love it!” Su-an piped up, her small voice full of determination as she started tugging at the ribbon. You shared a smile with her father as you both watched her carefully unwrap the present, revealing a set of colored pencils and a thick sketchbook.
The reaction was immediate, and a bit expected. “Oh my gosh! It’s perfect!” she exclaimed, holding it up like a treasure. “Thank you so much!” “She’s been doodling on all my reports lately,” Seok-woo muttered under his breath, though there was no real bite in his words. You caught the faint twitch of a smile tugging at his lips. “She’s creative,” you quipped, ignoring the smirk he gave you. “Now she has her own space for it.”
Before Su-an could dive into her new gift, Seok-woo glanced at his watch. “We should get going. Her mother wants her by tonight. Something about her recital.” His tone was carefully neutral, but the slight stiffness in his posture was hard to miss.
Su-an’s excitement visibly faded. She clutched the sketchbook close to her chest but didn’t argue. The silence was heavy, but you stepped in, as you always did. “Su-an,” you said softly, crouching to her level, “don’t forget to fill at least one page before you leave, okay? I want to see what you create next time.” Her lips quirked into a small smile, and she nodded. “Okay. I promise.”
Seok-woo offered a brief but genuine “Thank you” as they left your office. You watched them go, a pang in your chest you couldn’t quite ignore. You couldn’t help but worry about both of them—how fractured their lives had become and how much weight they carried in silence.
That evening, everything changed.
It started as a last-minute phone call. Seok-woo, his voice uncharacteristically urgent, asked if you could meet them at the station. “Su-an wants to take the early train to Busan,” he explained hurriedly. “Her mom’s there, and I promised I’d get her there by morning but I forgot..” You tuned out the rest of what he said, answering with no hesitation in your response. “Of course. I’ll be there.”
You arrived at the station with a bag of snacks and supplies, something told you they might need it. When you spotted Seok-woo and Su-an on the crowded platform, you waved, smiling as Su-an ran to greet you. “Are you coming with us?” she asked hopefully, clutching your hand. Seok-woo frowned slightly but didn’t protest. “It might actually be good to have you along,” he admitted after a pause. “Just in case.”
You didn’t realize how ominous those words would soon feel.
Everything spiralled into chaos, news of an outbreak causing great panic all over Korea. You were lucky enough to get away from every danger you were faced with, always having Su-an’s safety on your mind before anything else.
In a state of panic and overwhelming emotions you couldn’t quite control, you pulled Seok-woo into a hug, almost seeming desperate as you clung to him like a lost child; however to your surprise, he returned the hug with just as much desperation. Something inside you instantly clicked as you pulled him away from the little group you’ve gathered over the many carts full of infected monsters; a pregnant lady and her husband.. their names being Seong-kyeong and Sang-hwa, at least you think.
Seok-woo looked at you with confusion as you took a deep breath, your hands shaking with nervousness and especially adrenaline. “Seok-woo, I know you absolutely do not want to hear this right now but in case we don’t get o—“ He glared at you and gripped your shoulders. “There is no ‘not getting out of here’ [Name], I will get you and Su-an off this train no matter what.” Your breath was shaky, tears threatening to spill as the days events sink in. “No, Seok-woo listen to me. If we— if I don’t get out, I want to let you know that I love you. You and Su-an. Please stay— stay safe for me okay? And make sure to tell Su-an to kill that recital.” You say between sobs, Seok-woo already pulling you into a tight embrace, shushing you. “I’ll get us out.” was the only thing he said before he went back to his daughter who was patiently waiting for you all to make a move.
You felt your heart ache as your words and confession was left unheard; the three simple words slipping from your tongue and left unnoticed by the man who has had your heart in a headlock for what seemed like all eternity, but of course, love could wait— survival can’t.
The silence in the next car was suffocating. Seong-kyeong sat in a corner, her face buried in her hands as she quietly sobbed. Su-an clung to you, her small hands gripping your sleeve as if she found your embrace as some sort of escape from this absolute nightmare. Seok-woo stood near the window, staring out at the chaos with a blank expression.
But you couldn’t focus on him. Your own thoughts were spiraling. The burn in your side was impossible to ignore now. At first, you thought it was just exhaustion, maybe a bruise from the earlier bumping into seats and doors—but when you finally glanced down, your blood ran cold.
The tear in your shirt revealed jagged teeth marks. Red blossomed around the wound, dark and unmistakable. You’d been bitten. Your breath hitched, your chest tightening as you quickly covered the mark. You looked around, panic rising, but no one had noticed yet. Not Seok-woo, not Su-an.
“[Name]?” Su-an’s soft voice pulled you back. She was staring up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. “You’re shaking. Are you okay?” You forced a smile, kneeling to her level. “I’m fine, sweetheart,” you lied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Just tired, that’s all.”
Seok-woo turned at her voice, his gaze narrowing as he studied you. You could tell he sensed something was wrong, but before he could speak, the train lurched violently, sending everyone stumbling. You held Su-an’s head close to your chest, trying your best to shield her as the train started to slow down.
“Attention please. Due to blockage on our track we’ve stopped at East Daegu station. We either wait for the rescue team or go to Busan by a different train. I’ll go and find a working train, if you’re alive.. please transfer safely. Godspeed.”
That was all you heard from the train operator before it went silent; only the awful sound of hissing and gurgling coming from the other cars. Your head felt heavy, and with every step you took your legs started getting heavier and heavier, sweat dripping down your neck. Everyone managed to get out, however you stopped in your tracks as you felt a sharp pain shoot through your side and body. “[Name]..” Su-an called out with worry as she stepped back into the car even after your protests. “[Name] come on, we need to go to the east track like they told us. We can’t loose time.” Seok-woo said, his tone rough yet laced with worry. You smiled with tears streaming down your face, your hands shakily taking off your ring that you got yourself not long after your first ever pay check at the company.
“I think this is my stop, yeah?” You hiccupped, caressing the little girls cheek with nothing but love. “Hold onto this for me yeah?” You placed the ring into her smaller hands, closing her palm and kissing it gently. You turned your gaze to Seok-woo who looked terrified, kneeling next to you and shoving your hand that was clutching your side away, revealing those disgusting teeth marks. “Shit. No, no… no. [Name] you— Why didn’t you say anything? I told you to stay close to me, why, why didn’t you—“ You put a finger against his lips, smiling. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going on a little trip, okay? Promise me you’ll get to Busan safely. That you will go to that recital and that you—“ You shook violently, a painful groan echoing through the car. “Seok-woo. I love you, I love you and Su-an so much.” You smiled weekly before backing away from them, stumbling towards an empty cart which you then closed.
Su-an pressed her hand against the class, screaming your name with tears flowing down her face, while all you could do while your mind was still somewhat conscious was look at her, pressing your forehead against the glass. “I love you Su-an.”
That was the last words they heard before they rushed out the car and your mind got twisted into a flesh eating monster.
— 3 years later
A memorial was held for all the people who were lost during the breakout, bodies never being collected; only burned to get rid of every trace those events had left. The memorial was held in Busan on the Haeundae beach where thousands gathered to try and put their resting loved ones to peace.
"We’ve come here to remember those we’ve lost and honor the lives they lived. Though some of us come here to remember, some might want nothing more than to forget. The world has changed, and the scars left by all we’ve suffered remain, but we gather in the hope that together, we can begin to heal.
Let us find strength in their memory and courage in one another as we face what lies ahead, carrying their legacy forward in the world we rebuild."
A roar of cheers and applause filled the area as everyone spread across the beach, lanterns in hand, ready to release them into the sky. Each glowing light was a symbol—a guide for lost souls to find their way to a better, pain-free afterlife.
Su-an clutched her father’s hand tightly. The scar left on her young heart that day was still fresh, though it was slowly healing with time. Seok-woo, however, had never truly moved on from your loss. Your office remained untouched, never given to anyone else, despite countless suggestions from others after his company started up again. It was your place, and no one else’s. Su-an still visited occasionally, sitting there to draw and talk to you—or perhaps to herself.
“Hold this for me, please,” Seok-woo said gently, handing the lantern to his daughter. He lit it carefully, just as many others around them were doing, their lanterns already rising into the dark sky. Together, they held the lantern—Su-an on one side and Seok-woo on the other. With a nod of silent agreement, they released it, watching as it drifted upward to join the hundreds of others.
Seok-woo knelt down beside his daughter, pulling her into his side as she sobbed against his shoulder. He rubbed his hands up and down her arm, trying to comfort her, though his own heart ached just as much. A small silver chain was around his neck, a ring on it like a sort of charm; the same ring you always wore until that day. He couldn’t deny the weight of his regrets. The regret of not saying goodbye. The regret of not saving you. The regret of failing to protect you.
╰₊✧ despite being the man everyone dreams to be with, the reclusive actor tends to be a little insecure about his relationships, especially the one he has with you┊1k words
contains: hurt/comfort, relationship insecurity, there’s fluff i promise, the morning after, suggestive with some nudity
➤ author's note: the way i misread the request and made it angst by accident so i had to pivot, but even if it’s short, i kinda love it
there’s a heavy feeling in ji-cheol’s chest when he stirs awake and sees you peacefully slumbering beside him, once that’s unfamiliar and not at the same time. it’s not an unpleasant sensation, but it weighs on him and has him pondering about where he was going to go from here.
ever since he’s been launched into the spotlight, he’s been well-known among the people to equally as mysterious as he was famous, especially about his personal life and his romantic relationships. he has dozens of dating rumors rise throughout the years with various co-stars, but he’s never really confirmed or denied any of them, leaving nosy fans constantly speculating and wondering about his life outside of his acting career. it was a rather bizarre change to him at first, unable to fathom why people were so interested in the details off camera, but he’s grown used to it as he aged, chalking it up to natural human curiosities despite becoming increasingly annoying.
it was far when he was actually in a relationship at the moment and was trying to hide it from the public, and it wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence for things to end because keeping things under wraps was just too stressful for both parties with the love and passion they had never been enough to keep things going before things started collapsing. eventually, now that he’s a few years into his forties, he has just accepted that a lasting love and romance that lasted for more than two years might not be for him if he wanted to keep his occupation, forever doomed to be a bachelor, desired by all, yet never to truly love and be loved enough to persist through the struggles.
that’s why, when you entered his life with the transition from co-workers to lovers happening in the blink of an eye, he was always worried and holding himself back, worried and fully expecting the relationship to fall apart like it always did. frankly, it’s mentally exhausting to be in a serious relationship while simultaneously being scared that things would end too soon. your companies were strict about dating policies, you had to constantly tiptoe in public in dread of being recognized, social media users were always circulating posts full of random gossip, and things were becoming increasingly difficult to maintain when he wanted to hang on so desperately.
even when you got in bed together and spent the night full of passion, he was clingy and treated it like it would be your last moments together, like you were going to slip through his fingers like sand before he even knew it. thankfully, you’re one of the most sympathetic and compassionate he’s ever come across, fully understanding the reasons behind his uncharacteristic mannerisms. he always seems to be so calm and collected, maintaining an indifferent persona to sell his detached image, but in truth, he can be rather sensitive and sentimental, especially about the things that are important to him.
when he’s looking at you like this, reaching out to brush some stray pieces of hair away so that he can see your face properly, he feels a confusing blend of affection and dejection. it’s a sight that he yearns to see every morning for the rest of his life, but he wonders if life will tear the two of you away from each other. while your bond is strong at the moment, your careers in the spotlight cause a lot of unpredictability, and a single strong wave could easily destroy everything that he desires to protect if he isn’t careful. the majority of his relationships ended around this time as well, at the two-year mark, when the pressure would start to crack either party, which was the last thing he wanted to repeat when it came to you.
just then, you started to stir, stretching out your body and letting the thin blanket fall away and exposing your upper nude form to his eyes, letting out a soft groan as you turned your head to look at him properly, “what are you thinking about? you’ve been staring for five minutes now.”
“... nothing serious… were you awake this whole time?”
you couldn’t help but let out a giggle when his hesitation was clear because of how he was looking disrespectfully instead of answering, “yeah, i was wondering if you were going to tell me a secret about how you felt about you. you know, like in those dramas they’re making nowadays.”
“i don’t keep any secrets from you,” he grumbled.
“oh?”
“... nothing that you haven’t already figured out, anyway.”
before you could give a response, he moved to pull you closer to him, rolling over on his back so that you were on top of him and pressing kisses all over your face while you tried to squirm out of his grasp and playfully push him away, “ack, quit it, we both have morning breath, let me go to the bathroom before you start anything.”
“don’t leave me, please.”
you were initially going to make fun of him for being so whiny so early in the morning, but you could hear the more deeply-set fear in his voice, as if you were going to be leaving forever. normally, people would say that you’re thinking too much into it, but ever since you started dating him, you quickly learned to trust your instincts. still, you weren’t going to let the playful mood be ruined by the severity of insecurity, pressing your finger into his forehead and continuing to squirm around, “i’m just going to the bathroom real quick, i’ll be back before you know it. no one is getting me to leave you that easily, i love you more than you realize, do you know that?”
he hesitated for a moment, allowing your words to fully sink in. it’s the most prominent exchange you two have had about his insecurities about things ending because of outside influences, but hearing that assurance from your mouth was comforting in a way that couldn’t be put into words.
“i know that now… and i love you too, more than anything else in the world…”
request:
Could you write a fluff for either gong yoo or wi ha jun it could be a little spicy but you can pick the plot love youuuuu❤️
if I had a nickel for every time my favorite actor played a grumpy father protecting his daughter during zombie apocalypse I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
everytime i watch train to busan, i cannot even imagine how guilty soo-an must have felt after seokwoo's death. a child as young as her should never have had to bear the guilt of feeling like she was responsible for her father's death because she wanted to go to busan. as if survivor's guilt itself is not bad enough, she has to bear that as well :(
"oh but that was never mentioned-" IS IT NOT FUCKING OBVIOUS?
