Note: I believe this is my first time writing anything yandere, like ever :P. So I apologize if this is bad. In-Ho struck me as a father-like person and after watching season 2 last month I wanted to write a oneshot about this. I was lightly inspired by some others I saw on here so I don't intend to straight-up copy. Have fun :-)
Reader doesn't have an assumed gender
Warning: Obviously yandere front man as your father, mentions of killing and blood since this is the squid game after all.
Word count: 968 (5,210 characters)
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Ever since you were born, your life has never been normal. Not even the slightest. Though your father tried very hard to disguise this as normal, but you knew it wasn't right. From a young age you had been locked up in some strange place you called home. It wasn't exactly the wholesome neighborhood homes full of warmth and smiling families like what you saw on TV; how you wished that was true. It sounded like a dream to be able to go to school, make lifelong friends, potentially find a lover (if that's your thing), and bask in innocence.
Instead you woke up everyday to the same room. Your bedroom was very different from all the other rooms. It was very nicely decorated by your father himself. It was his attempt to make you comfortable when in reality you never fell for his tricks.
Life inside this place wasn't fun at all. You never knew if it even had an exit. You weren't allowed to use any device because you would try to escape. So your days were spent lazing around in your room constantly feeling lonely. You couldn't roam around much around the place, and there were too many restricted areas for you to count. You always had to have meals served to your room and you weren't allowed outside your room past 7 pm.
But those boring and dreary days were nothing compared to the most dreaded times of the year; the annual Squid Games. It was when your 'home' was suddenly added with 456 people, all in green tracksuits. They all looked scared. And it was painful to see what was going to happen to all but one of them. From your room you could hear screaming, gunshots, and the arguing of players between who voted to end the games and those that voted to continue them.
Sometimes your father made you watch these moments, so you constantly flinched or closed your eyes.
"Dad.. why do you make me watch these games? Why do you keep facilitating them year after year!?" You yelled at him.
But your father calmly replied, "Do you think we force all these folks to join the games? They do this on their own. 45.6 billion won won't come by its own. Don't you see they still voted to continue the games despite the consequences? Don't feel bad for them when they wanted this.."
Your eyes widened. "B-but... that doesn't matter! Why don't we give them all some money and they can start living a good life?"
"You're cute" Your father grinned at you. "You've seen how desperate they all get for that prize money. They're all filled with greed and selfishness. Nothing will change that. They all have huge debts to pay and only this amount can guarantee them a stable life to start over on."
"I guess so...."
You stared at the floor in silence. You knew what was happening next, though; the lights out game you had to witness. And you knew the only thing coming out of it was when the lights turned back on to reveal the blood-stained walls and floors.
You thought of a way to stop the game, and tried to sneak to the control room, which was accessed through the iconic colorful room. However, you had caught the eye of a player since you they were trying to sneak out of the game. You tried to walk past him since he looked very crazy, but he grabbed your arm.
"WHAT ARE YOU D-" you yelled, but got cut off by the man.
"Ssssh. Be quiet, little one. Show me the way out, and you're free."
You got very shaky but tried to show him the way with him gripping your arm still. You were practically whimpering. But suddenly, you heard a gunshot and the man was spewing out blood, collapsing to the ground. It appeared he had been shot in the head from behind.
That was when you panicked even more, thinking you were next. But before you could run too far, a hand gripped you still. You recognized it was your father's instantly.
"Those who break the rules are punished." Your father said, glancing at the dead player. "Looks like it's time for clean up. I'll organize the guards."
You couldn't believe what just happened. The player was dangerous, but shooting him in the head wasn't necessary. Furthermore, you never knew your father was this possessive of you. But it all made sense as to why he controlled almost everything you did.
The guards, all with circles on their masks and their bright pink costumes, walked by you to put the body in a black box with a pretty pink bow holding it together. You didn't see the scene for too long since a certain guard with a square on its mask guided you back to your room, where you always were. There your father was sitting there, his legs crossed.
"Why would you sneak out like that!? You foolish child. Don't you know how to obey the rules?"
You sat there in silence, shaking.
"I..... I just wanted to.. to uh.. make the lights out game stop by going to the control room. I'm sorry."
Your father sighed.
"You're lucky we have cameras all across this place. But I never want you to disobey me again. Your punishment is, you will be staying right here for this entire week. You have everything you need right in your bedroom."
You were going to reply to that, but you decided to just not deal with it and do as he says. You were still trying to clear your mind of what happened ten minutes ago. The thought of him killing anyone who dared to touch you was haunting you the whole night
BTW, EDIT: PART 2 IS UP :) https://www.tumblr.com/silvercoloredskiess/773335237345312768/yandere-front-manin-ho-x-reader-platonic-part?source=share
Why won't you play with me? - Stalker Squid Game Recuiter x Female Reader
Synopsis: When you say no to the contact card for the squid game. you start to notice suspicious behavior.. perhaps a stalker?
Content warnings: Stalking, little bit yandere, mentions of killing, it's said you don't have a lot of money. One use of a swear word. Creepy behavior from a worker at a cafe. This story has a not-so-happy ending.
Sorry if this is bad, I tried ;-; ending is a little rushed
Word count: 1,896
Have fun :-)
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You weren't doing so good financially, with millions of won in debt. You couldn't find a job anywhere and was worried you might just live the rest of your life like this forever. It truly was the worst way to die in your mind.
One afternoon, you were sitting in the subway station for no particular reason, when a very handsome man wearing a grey suit and a big smile on his face approached you with red and blue ddakji in his hands. He offered to let you play, so you tried and tried again, getting a slap each time you messed up since you refused to pay the fee for losing the game. You only endured this because you were promised a reward for winning.
After finally flipping the other ddakji tile over, you were given a small business card by the man, which had three shapes on the front and a number to call on the back. But you had heard rumors about a mysterious entity behind that number. Even though you were desperate for anything, this wasn't it.
You broke the man's smile when you gave him the card back and walked away. That was a big, big mistake. But you didn't know that yet, so there you were going back to your apartment, the place you were going to be evicted from soon if you couldn't pay rent. You barely scraped by last month.
Walking to the entrance of your room, you teared up when you saw an eviction notice paper taped to the door. How has it already been a month? What will you do now? Where would you stay now...?
You opened the door and sighed, falling onto your bed. You were trying to come up with reasons as to why it was good that you didn’t accept the card, but admittedly you struggled. But no time for getting caught up on something you can’t change.
While you were sleeping, there was some mysterious knocks on your window, and a tall silhouette. Thankfully you slept past it. You did wake up to another card on the table next to your bed; but it was a different number. Where did this card come from..?
You threw it out and took a walk outside. Even if you got a job now, you couldn't pay rent in time because you already got an eviction notice. But now you needed to figure out where to live. Were you going to live on the streets, especially in this frigid weather?
But you had a feeling like you were being watched. Even in the empty streets of the early morning, you definitely weren't alone. You went into a lightly occupied cafe to avoid the feeling, and used some of your spare won to buy a coffee. But the man behind the counter smirked at you.
"Well aren't you a pretty woman? Smile a little more, y'know? I'll give you a discount on that mocha if you do. Women are much prettier when they smile for men.." He then snickered a little. You didn't find his quip funny. The man glanced at a mysterious person who came up to the counter, handing over 8,700 won (~$6) to him.
"I'd like to pay for her order, sir" the hooded person said, glancing at you briefly, eyeing you up. You thanked the person when the order was processed and a barista was making your coffee. Before you could, however, the person walked away. That was strange.
The temperature of your coffee was perfect for your frozen body to warm up a little. It was nice to just be able to relax a little. You spent around forty minutes in the shop before you went back to your apartment. You still had chills from the strange person who paid for your coffee. It was likely a coincidence. Perhaps you weren't used to people doing nice things for you?
That was until you unlocked your apartment door and stepped in, only to find an envelope with a letter inside. Since when did this get in your apartment? Did someone break in? You were shaking as you read the letter;
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"Dear (y/n),
I know you're struggling. Why did you decline my offer to help you, sweetheart? You could live so much better.. what is it you're still clinging onto? There's not much going for you after that eviction notice I saw on your door the other day.
By the way dear, I'm sorry you had to deal with that shitty worker at the cafe. But lucky for you, I already took the trash out.
-Your secret admirer"
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Your heart stops for a moment, your hands barely gripping the note. What offer was this person talking about. But when you connected the dots; it all made sense. This had to be the same person who left a contact card in your room recently. But was this also the same person that paid for your coffee?
But you were more concerned about what they meant by "taking the trash out" when referring to that creepy coffee shop worker. At this point you were too scared to go out anymore. You spent the rest of the day indoors, your brain going around in circles. You weren't sure what problem to fixate on; your eviction, or your stalker.
You switch on your TV and let the news play in the background while you ate your cup of instant noodles. Some minutes later, you hear a reporter say,
"A man in Seoul has just been murdered in the back of a coffee shop. Unfortunately due to the quality of the footage, we can’t see the murderer’s face much. Police are currently working on this case. The murder is seen brutally stabbing the man many times. His body was laid in a corner before the murder fled the scene."
You couldn't believe what you heard. You recognized the worker's face. And the murder was definitely the one who wrote the note. You weren't sure what exactly was going on. Lightheaded, you went to sleep early. You were worried of what this person would try to do to you. The doors and windows were locked so you would be safe.
And you thought that until you woke up the next morning. Something felt very off. Those suspicions were right when you started checking your apartment, only to find that some of your belongings had been stolen. You were extremely scared. So you quickly picked up your phone and called the police. They arrived in a few minutes to check our your place and try to identify the robber.
Due to the severity of it, you were asked to go to the police office with the officers for further research. You spent a while there, sitting silently in a chair while a few cops there investigated the camera footage. One of them brought up the idea that the burglar could be the same person as the one who killed someone just yesterday evening. However there wasn't enough evidence to make that claim.
But based on the past events, you knew it had to be true. You told the officers about your stalking suspicions, and gave them the note. There was no other reason your apartment in particular would be targeted by a burglar. You also gave them the contact card that was left in your apartment as well. One of the officers looked up the number, but they couldn't find any info.
They assumed it must've been a fake number. And that's what you liked to believe too. After around thirty minutes of more investigation, you were let go. They told you they would contact you if they had any updates. For now, you needed to find somewhere else to live. It wasn't going to be long before you had to move out anyway, but you were more urgent now.
As you walked back home, you still had this uncomfortable feeling. It didn't resolve when you entered your apartment. Little did you know the whole place had been bugged while you were asleep. The camera footage did show the person tampering with items, but because the cameras were so tiny, you didn't see them. If only you knew this fact.
You walked to your room, but when you closed the door...
"AAAAAAAAH" You screamed when your eyes laid on the extremely familiar man in his well tailored suit. His mischievous eyes looked down at your terrified face.
"We meet again, though it hasn't been too long since I've encountered you." He smiled, chuckling a little bit. "Remember me at all?"
You froze still. "Yes... I remember you. Why are you here-"
"That doesn't matter at this moment. I want to know why you rejected my offer to help you. After all, I simply wanted to help a cute lady like you, but my offers were useless."
"Why does it matter? It's been a few days. Leave me alone!" You snapped back.
"When I was walking around the train station, I saw the helpless look on your face. I just couldn't bear seeing such a beautiful woman like you suffer in this cruel, unforgiving world. Don't you see I was doing this to help you..?
"Your actions didn't help! I've heard of the entity behind that number. I wouldn't ever risk my life for money. I know life will be difficult, but I'll eventually find a place to live."
"But sweetheart, life doesn't have to be this hard. It could be so much easier. If it wasn't already conveyed by my looks, I'm a very wealthy man. If you just live with me, I'll give you whatever you desire. And trust me darling, a billionaire like me doesn't even have to think of an eviction..."
He put a finger on your lips.
"And plus, I think I'm far too attached to you to let you go. You'll be so much happier with me." His grip on your wrist was even tighter, so you struggled to escape.
Suddenly, you lost consciousness,and got very sleepy. When you woke up, you found yourself inside a very large bedroom. You were lying on the king-sized bed. You wondered how you got here. You heard a voice next to you, so you turned only to see the same man, his legs crossed as he sat in a chair.
"Well good morning, (y/n). Notice anything different?"
"WHERE AM I? WHERE DID YOU TAKE ME!?" You yelled at him, frantically looking around. But you were too tired to move.
"All bark, no bite." The man snickered at your actions. "Anyway, you are in my mansion. This will be your bedroom. From here now on, you will be utterly mine. Don't worry, you'll be allowed outside, occasionally." He then laughed.
"And yes, I know you'll ask if I was the same person who killed that cafe worker and left you those cards. And the answer is yes. For now though, let's ignore all of that."
You were horrified at your current situation. But what was the point in fighting back? He would always find a way to take you back anyway. At first, you were very feisty and sassy, but some months later you succumbed to your situation, basking in the luxuries of never having to worry about bills or rent.
In the name of love - Square Guard Lee Sang-jun x reader
Note: It's been a bit since I finished Squid Game, so I forgot exactly how the beginning went. Some of this is just to fit the story. Not exactly the most logical :-P
Hopefully this isn't terrible writing. I tried
Reader isn't implied to have a specific gender.
Have fun reading!
Word count: 1,093 words
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You were one of the very last players alive, after all that brutality of the mingle game, which you barely survived. It was disheartening peeking out the small slit window of your door, seeing everyone in the main room get killed. If only these games had ended after the last game, which was already brutal. But of course, that damn older man leading the big group all with blue "O" pad on their jackets had managed to convince them to vote against everyone's best interest.
However, Gi-hun and Young-il had created a plan to rebel against the administrators of the game. They shared it to everyone on the X-side, and after an extremely long bloody lights-out between the X's and O's, you couldn't bear it anymore. Turns out Gi-hun's plan wasn't too solid.
The guards were soon unleashed to confront the rebellion. But with Hyun-ju's weapon experience and some people's help, almost all the guards were killed. Though admittedly you had absolutely no experience with using guns so you just had to sit and watch with some of the others.
But there was one guard who was left, and they were running for the door. Unfortunately for the guard, the doors closed on them too early. So now they were cornered. Gi-hun urged them to take their mask off or else they would die, so they did. You witnessed it with great surprise; the man under the mask was the most handsome man you had seen. It wasn't the time and place for romance, but you couldn't stop this feeling.
Were you... in love?
No, no. Not to a guard. Who helped to facilitate all of this craziness. But the fearful expression on his face and his stuttered responses to being held at gunpoint made it clear he reluctantly became a guard. You got closer to the confrontation to hear what everyone was saying.
The guard said he would lead the group to the control room, and you followed for some odd reason. Despite the warnings of the people back in the lobby of the dangerous thing you were about to do. Despite the fact you could literally hear gunshots from the way to the control room. You just had to make sure the guard man, whoever his name is, is safe.
It wasn't like you had much to lose back at home. You were willing to do this in the name of love.
You grabbed a dagger you found on the ground and went on your way, behind everyone else who had a gun in their hand. On went a shooting battle between the other guards and the rebellious players. Gi-hun and Young-il were being guided to the control room by the mysterious guard boy.
But you knew something wasn't right. From where you were hiding, you saw a new guard with a gun out, aimed at the three. As if it was out of instinct, you bolted toward them with your fastest speed, and lunged at the boy, unintentionally pinning him to the ground. But you both were safe from the gunshots since you were under their line of view
Gi-hun and Young-il's eyes widened at the sight. Weren't you supposed to be staying back waiting for this rebellion to end? You weren't supposed to be in this if you didn't have a gun and couldn't fight. And they were right. But the boy under you was even more surprised; the poor boy was flustered at how you pinned him to the ground!
You didn't realize and quickly got off of him, telling him quickly that you just wanted to protect him. He thanked you, getting a little flustered before handing Gi-hun his mask so he and Young-il could access the control room. Young-il told the two of you to flee the scene as it wasn't safe. And so you both crawled behind the wall where some other more prominent players were constantly shooting and reloading their guns. No ounce of calmness here.
Once you two got to the lobby, everyone there was surprised to see you and the guard coming back.
"TRAITOR!" one yelled at you, pointing their finger in your direction.
You composed yourself before standing in front of the boy. "He's not evil! I can tell he did the job out of reluctance. Just like how we're in here for the same reason. Let's have some empathy."
The guard boy hugged you from behind, tears rolling from his eyes. You felt sorry for him, and brought him to your bed to rest. Your face was only inches from his when you checked up on him, trying to get him to relax. You even hummed a lullaby to help him sleep.
His face was extremely red. He loved you as well, seeing how much you cared for someone you barely knew. He mumbled,
"Why did you come out and save me? I'm just a disposable guard anyways..."
You sighed, "You're the opposite of disposable. Even if we just met, I felt an attraction to you-"
You realized what you just said and stuttered. You basically just confessed to him!
The boy giggled a little. "Y'know, with how heroic you were, I'm starting to feel this unexplainable feeling too. I know we might not have long, actually I don't even know what's going on next. But I'm glad you saved me. I hope the admin doesn't realize I'm a runaway guard.." his voice turned serious.
"You can change into a player's clothing if you'd like. Just use the clothes of one of the dead players lying in this room."
And so he did, changing in the bathroom and coming out. He replaced the dead player's clothes with his guard uniform. He looked like a totally different guy. He laid in your bed and you cuddled him for a while, some of the players still giving disapproving looks.
"When do you think we'll get out of here? When will this rebellion be done so we can all be free?" the boy asked you with wide innocent eyes.
"I'm not sure. That's the question that's on everyone's mind right now. But as long as we're with each other, I'm sure it'll be alright. We might as well make most of what we have." You stated, hugging him tighter.
"T-thank you again for saving someone like me..." he said again, before falling asleep. You were meaning to ask his name, but you didn't want to disturb his rest. He needed it, just like you did after staying up all night for Gi-hun's plan.
It was just another day at the restaurant you worked at. You had gotten so used to serving customers really fast, and you wanted to get that salary raise. So you also had to work at times you didn't want to. Tonight was one of those nights. It was 9:00 PM, and you stood around awkwardly waiting for a new customer to serve since the other waiters were taking orders.
That's when a new face, Ricky, walked in, as the bell attached to the door rung. When you walked to him, you could feel a strange air surrounding him. Perhaps it was his serious face, or the sound of his voice when he greeted you.
You ignored the weird feeling and handed Ricky a menu. "I'll come back in a few so you have time to choose!" You said in a polite tone, walking away. Little did you know he just stared at your walking figure, admiring your appearance. He saw perfection when he laid eyes on your face.
After some minutes, you walked to his lonely table. He snapped out of his daze.
"I would like an iced water, please." He answered. You prepared a simple glass of iced water to give to him. The restaurant wasn't too busy at this hour so you came back to his table not long after.
"Here's your water! Now, what would you like to eat? Would you like to know the special of the day, sir?"
"No thanks. I would like the Mediterranean Pasta, please. Thank you for serving me." He replied.
What a polite young man he was. If only you knew the dark, psychopathic persona he hid behind his gentlemanly personality. After 20 minutes, you served him the pasta and you saw the slight smile appear on his face as he ate. Another happy customer, you thought.
The place would close in some hours, and when it was time for the staff to clean up for midnight, you quickly swept the floors and wiped off the tables. After you knew your work was done, you were walking in the parking lot looking for your car. However, as you were walking, the man from earlier had secretly taken many photos of you, as well as your license plate number.
Ricky's car followed yours as you drove home, but did it so discreetly you never noticed. You know the 'four left or right turns' rule? He followed whatever car was behind you so you never got suspicious. He took a photo of your address for future use before driving away before you turned back.
He decided to stay around for a little, watching through an open window. He loved how clueless you were. Meanwhile, you were calling a friend about plans this weekend. The two of you were going to the park tomorrow. Ricky was angry. If you went to the park, how could he stalk you without being caught?
Listening closely, he heard you mention the friend's name and general location. He was able to use Whitepages to find your friend's exact address, and that's where he was headed next. He pulled up to the house, sneaking in through an unlocked window he must've forgotten to lock, and found your friend in his bedroom.
Your friend's eyes widened.
"WHAT THE HELL!? WHO ARE YOU GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!?" He yelled at Ricky, stepping back and trying to dial the police.
But Ricky ran toward him and stabbed him right in the stomach. Your friend shouted for help, but he was too unconscious to say or do anything. He stabbed his head twice and cleaned the blood off the knife.
When you tried to contact your friend later that evening to adjust the time the two of you were going to meet, but no answer. After several calls, you accepted that he's probably asleep. When you went to the park tomorrow, you never saw him there. No texts, no calls, nothing. That's when you started to get really concerned.
After seeing the news about your friend's stabbing, you cried for hours. Your confided coworker, who had come to visit you, tried their best to comfort you. You wished the police had been able to identify the murderer.
Meanwhile, Ricky noticed this new person in your life, and his fists clenched. Why couldn't you be this close with him? He wished he was sitting next to you, hugging you. And... probably way more.
When the coworker left, they made the mistake of walking home alone in the dark. They felt a dark presence behind them. When they looked behind, they saw Ricky and ran fast away from him. But he was very fast and caught up to them instantly, silencing them by putting his knife to their throat.
"What did I ever do to you!?" Your coworker shouted at him.
He growled, "Getting close to what's mine."
He slit their throat swiftly before stabbing the back of their head, causing them to bleed out to death before police could arrive. When you read the news on your phone the next morning, you were even more shocked. Why was it that two people you knew were being murdered? You panicked because you were worried you were next.
So from then, you stopped hanging out with people you knew. And you became very vigilant about your surroundings. But no matter what precautions you took to protect yourself, you constantly felt watched by some mysterious presence.
Ricky's photo album of you increased day by day. He would look online constantly for new information about you, noting the little snippets of your life you used to post on your social media accounts. He used a wayback machine to recover the older social media posts. He was able to figure out a surprising number of things. Even things you didn't intend to reveal through said posts.
And at some point, he was going to reveal himself to you. His mind was always filled with thoughts of you being tied up in a beautiful cage like a pet. He was well-off enough to support you since it's not like you'd ever return to your job. Oh how Ricky dreamed of the life he'd live in the inevitable future.
Sorry, the ending was a little lazy. Just wanted to write this because I never found a specific fic for this concept with Ricky.
Synopsis: You and Minho were arranged into dating by his and your parents. But he was way out of your league. You have to deal with the very toxic red flag, Minho Moon.
Word Count: 2,305
Warnings: Very OOC Minho, controlling behavior, unhealthy comparisons, reader is a little insecure, Minho weight-shames reader once. One or two suggestive comments made by him. Gaslighting. There's some swear words in here. Let me know if I missed any.
Note: First time writing something that isn't squid game so I hope this is enjoyable. Treat this story as fiction and not an accurate representation of Minho and his family.
Sorry if this is bad I know this isn't the type of stuff I do. But consider this a valentine's day special
Have fun reading ! :-)
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You were sitting in your dorm room. It was a wonder on how you were even accepted at K.I.S.S in the first place. Was there anything special about you? You never really saw your full potential. If the scholarship wasn't there you'd have no chance. But that wasn't the only thing on your mind.
And that was your arranged relationship with a boy your age, Minho Moon. You've never heard of this student before. Except in class rankings. He scored very high in all tests. You found this out by scrolling through to see your rank, which was nearly abysmal. Your stay at K.I.S.S may be over before you know it if you didn't get your grades up.
If only you had the mental space to study, but no. Instead you fixated on this boy you'd have to meet tomorrow. You hoped he was nice. You had met some nice boys at campus. Maybe perhaps, Minho was one of them?
It was best to stay optimistic for the sake of being able to sleep that night, and studying your class material. You dozed off after around an hour of studying with a smile on your face. You woke up at around 7 AM to meet the Moon family.
At 8:00, you arrived at the place and waited nervously for Minho. When he came out of the hallway, you noticed he was very handsome. But looks can be deceiving. That's what you learned when he groaned,
"Ugh.. this is the person you two wanted me to date?" He complained to his parents.
You felt very insecure at that moment as you stared at the floor. The urge to leave was burning.
"Yes, Minho. This is (y/n). You two will be dating. Reason being is because their family is close to us, and we'd like to continue this legacy. Treat her well, please." Minho's father said. In reality he knew his son was notorious for mistreating people.
"It's nice to.... to meet you all." You said with a shaky voice. Couldn't you just get this all over with?
Minho's mother chimed in, "Please make sure to be nice to our son. Respect is a two way street."
The Moons and you had brunch together. Minho was quiet for most of the meal. You could feel him silently judging you for getting an extra glass of orange juice and a some more breakfast potatoes. You happened to be very hungry.
After brunch, you and him left the place and went back to K.I.S.S. Your privilege of having a dorm room to yourself ended as soon as Minho stepped into it.
"Your dorm is a mess, (l/n). What are you, a pig?" He scoffs, "When's the last time you cleaned?"
"I actually just cleaned yesterday. I was preparing a midnight snack last night, and wasn't too concerned about cleanliness at that moment. But it's still pretty cle-"
Minho interrupted you by saying, "No it's not. It looks like a category five hurricane went through your dorm. I never left my dorm without it looking clean. So I expect the same thing for our shared one."
"But I-"
"Whatever I say, goes. And that's how it's gonna go all the time. Got that, (l/n)?"
"Um yeah I guess." You muttered, while picking up the closed food containers off the couch.
Minho got settled in the bedroom next to yours. It was good you got your separate area. At least there was some escape. You weren't planning on studying today and wanted to go out. Having saved enough money this month to eat out, you decided to go to a Korean hot pot restaurant. It would've been better if you had friends, but whatever.
So later that day, as the sky got darker, you put your shoes on and was about to leave. But...
"Where do you think you're going, (l/n)?" Minho asked condescendingly.
"I was going to eat some hot pot. Already booked a spot so I won't be staying back."
Minho laughed. "How about you lose some weight instead?"
You were angry. "That's rude. What the hell, Minho?"
"Well it's kinda true. If you want me to be proud of you as my partner, you're gonna need to step it up."
"I'm not proud of being yours in the slightest!" You shoot back, opening the door.
"I'm certainly better than those disgusting guys on campus who hide their gross fantasies behind a bright smile and being polite. I've hung around them before. At least I speak my mind."
"I can see that, Minho..." You groan. "No mystery figuring you out. Anyways bye."
You shut the door, leaving him there snickering. "That (y/n). Very stubborn."
Hot Pot was fun, at least. It wasn't fun seeing the large friend groups eat together and share memories. There was this one friend group that you memorized the names of because they talked so much; Kitty, Yuri, Praveena, Dae, Q, and Stella.
You went back to your dorm around 9 PM, to see a vain Minho doing his skincare. The mirror was his best friend. It was kind of annoying seeing him caring more about himself than even greeting you back. Ugh.
He spent at least an hour in that bathroom the two of you had to share. At some point you really had to go to the bathroom. You knocked on the door to ask if you could go, but he ignored you.
"Come on, Minho! I have to go super bad!!" You kept knocking on the door until he let you in and he left. While washing your hands, you eyed the plethora of skincare products he left on the counter. There was at least 11 products there. You couldn't pronounce half of those names..
"You done there yet?" Minho groaned, leaning against the wall by the door. You left the bathroom and allowed him to finish his self-absorbed skincare routine.
"Y'know (l/n), have you considered using a skincare routine? Your face says otherwise-"
"I mean, I've thought of it. It's hard comparing myself to those pretty students at school..."
You mentally cursed yourself for allowing yourself to be even the slightest vulnerable.
"Then you should start having a skincare routine. My skin is much better than yours because I actually care for my appearance." He scoffed, looking at your face.
"I don't have unlimited money. For me, soap on my face during a shower is good enough."
"Perhaps I'll buy you a little skincare set so you can see how much better you'd look.."
"I'd rather not. I'd be more insecure than I am right now" You told him before going to your separate room.
The next morning, you slept in by a lot. When you woke up, you smelled something very good. Apparently Minho was making breakfast.
"Surprise to see you cooking" You teased.
Minho turned to you. "Good morning, (l/n). You look like a zombie."
"Why do you refer to me as my last name? Sounds so condescending.. ugh" You rub your eyes.
"It's to be more gentlemanly. And don't you see I'm cooking us breakfast? Maybe Minho isn't so bad after all."
You mumbled, "I guess so..." . How could you fall for this manipulation?
Admittedly, his cooking skills were amazing for someone that lived a lavish lifestyle. Minho looked at you. "So since it's Sunday, we should enjoy the last day of the weekend together."
Your eyes lit up. "Sure! I see you've improved... where would you want to go?"
"I was thinking of walking through Seoul and seeing what we do when we get there. Up for that?" He asked with a grin.
You nodded your head happily and continued eating your breakfast. After the both of you got ready and headed out to the main streets of Seoul, it seemed like he changed. He wore a smile on his face and was kind. But something in your mind told you this was too good to be true.
He took you to play arcade games, and you got to try yummy Korean food. While you were walking together, hands held, a group of students came up and wanted your attention.
"Hey, were you that (y/n) (l/n) someone was talking about?" One of them asked.
"We just wanted to say, we thought you were incredible in music class Friday. Shame you didn't get ranked higher." Another one of them said.
You almost forgot the singing unit the class had to do, where they had to sing in front of the class. You thought your singing was terrible, and your rank confirmed that. But you were glad some people saw you as good.
Minho got pissed though. "Can't you see me and (l/n) are enjoying ourselves here? Leave us alone!"
The group got surprised and so did you. "Minho, they aren't bothering me. They just wanted to say a compliment. What's your problem?"
The group went away because of Minho's scary expression. He took a deep breath before saying, "I don't need others interfering between us."
"Uhhh... I guess so... hmm.. but it was rude."
"And was all the things I did for you today rude as well? He scowled.
"No.. I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"That's right, (l/n). Now you understand."
"Ugh.. I'd like you to call me by my first name. I hate how condescending it is!"
He ignored you and gripped your hand tight as you two kept walking. The both of you sat down at a cafe and ordered some boba tea.
"Y'know (y/n), now that we're a couple now... don't you think we should discuss about... getting intimate?"
You nearly spit out your drink. "Excuse me!?"
He laughed. "Such a prude. It's just a joke. But some say I'm quite the good lay. If you get what I'm saying."
"Uhm.. you've had other partners before?"
"Mhm. But they weren't arranged like we were. But I'd like to focus on us now anyway."
"I'd like to ask why they broke up with you. How many exes do you have?"
"About 5. And they were all crazy."
"Alright.... thanks for answering honestly.."
The next day, you decided to wear the new outfit you bought last week. Maybe then you would impress Minho. But when you left your bedroom and saw him sitting in the living room, he rolled his eyes.
"And what are you wearing, (y/n)?" Scoffed Minho.
"Thanks for at least addressing me as my first name, but... You don't like my outfit?
"Just said that. Please change. I can't have my partner out in that. The shirt looks so tacky, and your pants are so plain. Let me choose your outfit."
"But it's no uniform day. Can't I wear what I want?" You asked. "Come on Minho this legit never happens at this damn school."
"Ugh, NO!" He snapped, "I'm choosing your outfit, and you're gonna like it."
You tried to stop him but alas, he picked out an outfit that was definitely not your style. It was stylish, sure. And very expensive...
"There. I was going to wear this outfit, but since your style is abysmal, I did what I had to do."
You weren't shocked considering his family was rich as hell. You reluctantly changed into the outfit and came back out.
He grinned, getting up from his chair. "That's much better on you. We'll look so good together. Let's go to class."
Throughout your classes, Minho kept you very close to where he was sitting and never let you chat with others. You couldn't go any longer with this unbearable relationship.
From controlling what you ate, backhanded compliments, condescending jokes, and not allowing you to connect with others. But how would you put an end to all of this? It's only been two weeks now.
Minho approached you sometime later.
"My family and us will be having a dinner next week, I need you to behave and not talk about me at all. Just keep your mouth shut. Or else."
That's when an idea popped into your mind.
So when his family and you had an evening dinner that week, You sat across from him and ate the delicious meal prepared by the Moon family's personal chefs. After some basic conversation, you were ready to say the truth.
"All this conversation is great and all, but I'd like to bring up... more serious matters. It's about your son."
Minho's parents looked at you with surprise. "Is something wrong?" His mother asked.
Your voice raised, "Your son sucks. He's controlling, rude, entitled, and condescending!"
His father got angry. "You're just like every one of Minho's exes. Same entitled behavior. There is nothing wrong with Minho, he's just very outspoken."
His mother was a little concerned and was willing to hear you out. But her voice didn't match her husband's. He was so adamant to prove you wrong at this time.
"Look, he's been super shitty to me everyday we've spent for the past three weeks. I'd like to break up with your son. I don't care if we're arranged, I'd like out of this!" You stated. "Go find him someone else that's tolerating of this. Hopefully nobody else has to deal with it though."
You walked out of the mansion, storming off without a word. You didn't feel like confronting his father. You knew from the start it wasn't worth it. And you were going to tell your parents too, since they did agree to this arranged relationship.
You called a ride service back to K.I.S.S, and refused to contact the Moons anymore. Minho's parents decided it wouldn't be worth it for their son to pursue such a "stubborn" person. Your love life was plain after that, but maybe that was for the better just for now.
Brother In-Ho/Front Man x Sister squid game guard reader (Platonic)
Requested by this lovely person: @maryberry2711
Synopsis: You reluctantly became a guard for the squid games, but are completely unaware your brother is the front man.
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Squid game so there is shooting. And death. Mention of sibling estrangement. Some mild cursing. Sad ending. Let me know if I forgot any!
Word count: 1,239
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It's been countless years since your brother In-Ho and you have been estranged. It's very complicated as to why, but you mainly decided to cut ties with him because of his very unusual behavior. You saw him way less often than you used to. It's almost as if something changed him. Every time you two were in the same room it was like the atmosphere changed instantly.
Which is why you decided to stop texting him, or having plans together. No more birthday celebrations or weekly calls you two used to do often. And in return, he stopped doing anything either. You realized your efforts to do anything with him were never reciprocated, so why keep trying?
Some days ago, you received a business card from a weird person who approached you as you were resting by the sidewalk. It was for a job, and after reading the description, you spent an entire night in your car deciding whether you should pursue this unknown job. You ultimately decided to go to where this job was.
And that's how you became a guard for the squid game, as the front man called them as he was telling every other unknown person dressed in the hot pink costume and the mask covering their face. You had a triangle mask, which meant you had to kill any player who fails a game. Your eyes widened as you were given the weapon.
It was evident almost all these guards had seen enough things to not care about the dangerous things they were about to do, so you were in the minority. The mysterious recruiter must have thought you were going through something tough, which was partially correct; you had to live in your vehicle due to being evicted recently.
You were all sent to your rooms, and nobody was allowed to talk with one another. Not like it mattered anyway since everyone had to stay in their room. Taking off the uniform, you immediately tried to go to sleep, but the sight of the gun and uniform hanging on the wall across your bed was already haunting.
The next morning, everyone was instructed to wake up very early to prepare for the new players. The square guards mobilized to the lobby to tell the players why they were there, explaining the rules of the game and the grand prize money. You were fixing up your uniform in the mirror; looking at yourself once again, before moving to the area the Officer wanted the triangle guards to be in; the compact rooms behind the walls of the first game room.
Some hours later all the players entered the room to play red light green light. Your instructions were to shoot any players detected by the system as moving during the red light. You took a big sigh and tears rolled down your face. You didn't want to do this anymore. Was the money really worth it?
When the robotic girl doll at the finish line turned around shouting "red light!", some players did stand still but trembled immensely. They were caught by the robot's sensors and the guards were ordered to shoot them. But you refused to pull the trigger on one very shaky player. The other guards thought you were going to get to them, so they ignored it.
This went on for the rest of the game. Unfortunately, for the Six-Legged Pentathlon, you had to shoot the losers of the game because you were being watched by the other guards. The other guards were overjoyed since you didn't shoot the players too much. They needed the bodies for selling their organs. You weren't aware of this operation though.
In the game of Mingle, you were assigned to shoot any room full of players if the number of players didn't match the number announced. The good news was, you got away with ignoring those rooms, looking inside the rooms to make it look like you were going to do something. However, the square guards monitoring the games had a suspicious feeling about you.
You went straight to your room after the game ended, hiding under the covers of your bed. There were a few sudden knocks on your door, but you ignored them in fear you would be punished. That night would be the supposed Lights-Out game, which didn't need to be moderated by the guards unless necessary. So you just slept.
For an hour at least..
Apparently there was a rebellion, started by player 456. All guards were ordered to report to this immediately, and so you rushed out of bed and put your uniform on, heading down with the other guards. Opening the big lobby doors, you and the guards quickly discovered the players were armed, so the guards in front shot at the players as you quivered in the back.
Lots of gunshots between the players and guards could be heard. You loaded your gun in case a player tried to shoot you as well. If only these players knew you were the reason half of them were alive at the moment... sigh.
You got way too scared and tried to make a retreat when every guard was shot by the players. But the doors closed on you, making you a shaking whimpering mess. Player 456 and 001 walked up to you, holding you at gunpoint. You took the mask off at their command and agreed to take them to the control room.
The other players who could shoot fought back against the other guards that were mobilized to the other room. 456 and 001 ran with you to the entrance of the control room, giving them the mask you were wearing to see if they could sneak in. The men thanked you as they ran into the control area.
(This is also the period of time where Young-il disappears and wears the Front Man outfit.)
Suddenly, you felt a huge pain in your head, and dropped to the floor with unconsciousness. You were shot. When the Front Man noticed all this activity and ordered the Officer to take your body away, you were brought to the crematorium.
"Pathetic..." The Front Man said, looking at your unconscious body. But, the realization came into his head. He realized you looked very familiar. Were you.... his sister!?
The Officer looked at him in confusion. But the front man was already having a breakdown.
"F*CK... (Y/n)? Is that you!? Answer me! Please!"
He shook your body. Since you were shot in the head, and looked very unconscious, it might've already been too late. He took his mask off, revealing himself to be Hwang In-Ho.
"God damn it! Is my sister really dead!? No... no!"
He felt your cold face and started to cry. But he wanted to take revenge. He ordered the Officer to pull up the camera footage, since there was still one camera left. The officer identified the guard, and immediately shot him as according to In-Ho's wishes. It was surprising that guard was still alive..
Unfortunately, you would never get to know the truth behind why your brother was distant toward you. But he regretted it deeply. He didn't even care about the rebellion anymore. If only he had spent more time with you when you tried to see him. What a foolish man he was.
As desensitized to death as he was, he will never let you go.
I’ll publish my Yujin fic back at some point. I worked hard on it and just want to write fiction because it’s fun. Writing about a topic doesn’t mean you support it in real life. If that were the case, horror movie fans are all serial killers. video game players are all violent.
And to those that were going to harass me before deleting my fic temporarily, please learn to deal with content you dislike on the internet. The internet will be full of things you hate, and I hate a lot of things in the internet too. I just scroll off the page, and block the user if needed.
I’m not going to cater to judgmental people. It’s draining
Edit: Before I went to sleep last night I found more hate against the fic. I was actually considering allowing for non-anon asks but those are gone.
Learn basic fanfiction etiquette on don’t like, don’t read please.
Edit 2: Am turning back on asks because I think the drama has way run its course. I figured something shouldn’t be ruined because of two people.
