I need Jun-hee x fem! Reader like I need air...
So if it's okay with you, do you think you could write about the hide and seek game?
Instead of giving the knife to HIM she gives it to reader who she actually trusts. And reader targets HIM for making jun-hee's life miserable since he showed up.
Because reader will always be there for Jun-hee unlike HIM.
(And then this also changes the fate of our beloved hyun-ju)
Thank you so much! 💕
cuts and polished wounds.
Pairings: kim jun-hee x fem!reader
CW: sfw, female reader, season 3 spoilers, wlw, aaaaa girls kissing oh no cry about it lil boys, i wrote this with romantic intentions lalalal yall r girlfriends but not explicitly stated lol, violence, blood, death, myunggi fucking dies yayyyy I always hated that bitch, my glorious queen hyunju lives!1!1!, alteration of storyline, lots of myunggi hate, myunggi fans leave, dialogue is from my memory so it’s not exact, I copy pasted the romanized version of the song don’t blame me if it looks bad sorry, not proofread.
A/N: I LOVE JUNHEE SM OH MY GOD MY SWEETHEARTTT her and hyunju deserved so much better…now playing — cursed by ari abdul. 🕯️
Dead.
You were utterly dead, fate sealed into the depths of your tomb. Sealed in a black box decorated in pink ribbon.
It was as if death was a gift granted unto everyone trapped in the twisted bounds of this game, rightfully so considering the harsh reality worse than the end of life they’d meet—would they have gone back.
Whirlwinds of your unending anxiety continued to bubble to the surface like a typhoon racking the back of your throat ran dry, sweaty hands clutching the box cradled in your grasp in its shine of cerulean reflecting the dim light. You weakly thumbed at the triangle, circle, and square embedded in a sort of plastic in the center of the blue lid, the damp slips of your thumb sliding off the varied material only to drag along the friction of the roughened surface.
Though your fear should be the first issue lingering in your mind, making your chest lurch uncomfortably enough to nauseate you from the fact that this would certainly be your end. It somehow still wasn’t. Your worry only shifted to someone you held dear to you, far more than your own life. The other girl whose name you’d branded into your heart, pledged your care to despite the short time you’d known her, yet still growing close as the fabric nuzzled shoulder to shoulder between you two in the sequence of these horrific games was the only stability you both had clung onto.
Your gaze immediately tore away from the box as you scanned the heaps of players crowded in the identical teal tracksuits, all bearing similar reactions to their role if they’d been assigned as a hider meant to be stabbed to death by the seekers clad in red. Irrelevant. You were only focused on finding Jun-hee in that mix of hysteria and bloodlust.
Nowhere in blue. That was a good sign for her.
Glancing over at the split of red players compiled together, examining their winged, colorful knives in pink and blue so intently with a sort of sick excitement almost made you crinkle your face up in disgust, head throbbing with the certainty of the truly awful beings that the game managed to lure in. Bastards filled with greed and hatred, willing to abandon any semblance of humanity for the sake of cash spilling into their hands as they’d lap away at their own selfish desires. It was clear they’d been waiting, almost eagerly to drive a knife into someone’s skull and delight in the spills of blood that poured out.
Yet you couldn’t complain, you weren’t any better were you? After all, you had ended up here with everyone else.
A familar streak of sandy blonde highlights at the tips down a dark gradient caught your eye in mere moments, accompanied by the metal of her eyebrow piercing. Your attention fixated on the figure that you sought to find in the unending crowd. Yup. She was a seeker. And thank god for that.
The red vest loosely draped over her torso washed you in a hollowing relief that jabbed at your fear side by side, caressing the unsteady thumps of your heart slamming against your dampened chest through the moistened tracksuit stuck to the cold droplets of your skin. Jun-hee managed to shoot a fleeting glance over at you, meeting your gaze with the solemn worries clouded within her own darkened pupils as she gripped her own box between her hands, bright in the opposing color meant to drive you to your end.
Even several feet away, those unspoken words screamed between the thick fog of palpable despair mellowing the air of the enclosure, the scent of sweat and blood failing to alleiviate the tension stirred by the evident stakes of the game. She simply snapped her eyes away from you, likely to avoid further hesitation in the requirements she was made to fulfill by the knife sitting between the velvety felt of the open box.
Nor could she bring herself to look at the key that resided in your own box, patterned in the same pink and blue with its sprouted wings as a grim reminder to the potential fate you were faced with.
Despite all the conflicting emotions clashing head on within you, sparking your restless nerves and adding to your shaky hands which you unsuccessfully tried to compose, there was one thing you were certain you’d take delight in. The sight of him in the distance, panicked with the key twirling between his fingertips as if it would scorch off his fingers.
The prospect of Lee Myung-gi’s death was oddly delighting to you. Especially after all he’d done to her. And having the audacity to come crawling back like a pathetic worm the second he remembers she exists? You’d make sure hell reserved a special spot for him.
The guard’s speaker like voice, breathy and muffled through the enclosed mask fit over their face bellowed throughout the room, catching every player’s attention in an almost robotic manner harmoniously.
“We will give you a chance to change your fate. If mutually agreed upon, you may switch roles before the game. Removing your vest or switching is prohibited once the game starts.”
With those words, swarms of what you could only describe as a stampede of people ran over to one another in a frenzy in jumbled words and pleas, shoving boxes into each other’s arms either mutually or desperately. Scrambling through the others, shouldering past the alternating flickers of red and blue, you remained focused on finding Jun-hee within the crowd, navigating the spot which you had seen her lined up with the other seekers.
Once again. His audacity never failed to baffle you.
You only kept your cold stare fixed on Myung-gi motioning before Jun-hee, gripping the key between his thumb and forefinger as he extended an arm toward her, his mouth moving in unintelligible speech to you off in the distance. Probably a ploy or guilt to get her to swap with him so he could flee from being struck down like the coward he was. The irony of his bargain occurred to you as an afterthought, for he certainly was great at hiding from his problems, so how come he wanted to be a seeker so bad when hiding was all he was good for?
He never truly cared for her. Words were nothing but that—just words alone. Jun-hee and her child given to her by him weren’t of concern until he remembered, it was simply an excuse to justify his oncoming greed. No better than any of the other money hungry pigs in this game, yet truly viewing the woman he claims he prioritized as nothing but a burden, extra baggage which was leverage for his money grabbing strategies.
Myung-gi was nothing but a plague to your beloved. A parasite that chased her down the halls of pity with that clobbered face bloomed in old purple over his eye. Making her life miserable for god knows how fucking long, especially taking into account that she was nearing her due date. Had he really be so awful he hadn’t even checked up on her in those nine months she suffered through the pregnancy?
“I know you won’t be able to do anything with the knife.”
“Don’t act like you know everything about me.”
“Maybe I don’t, but I know one thing. You can’t kill anyone.”
Myung-gi pursed his lips as Jun-hee wordlessly looked up at him, glancing down at the knife in her hand as he expectantly reached for it. Only for her to repel back away from his hand.
“I would kill everyone here if it meant leaving here with you and the money.”
Bullshit.
“To protect my baby I’d do anything too.”
Needless to say, you had to suppress the small smile that threatened to stretch at your lips as Myung-gi sighed in defeat, along with Jun-hee standing firm with the knife gripped in her hand as he walked away. For a moment, you swore he was sulking from his mind games and heartless promises no longer working on the girl he claimed to love more than anything else, curling his lips as his expression scrunched up in dismay.
Yet that momentary triumph died down not too long, clearly picking up on the subtle body language exhibited by Jun-hee as Myung-gi stormed away. Her nails subconsciously flicking at the rim of her threaded sleeves as she toyed with the cotton gradually spilling over in loose threads, alongside her free hand situated on the domed curve of her stomach. He was right about one thing. She’d do it for her baby, yet she couldn’t normally.
You could tell from afar. The partial regret mixed in with relief, glad that she didn’t give him the knife, yet contemplating her decision from his undeniable words. Regardless, you didn’t seek to switch roles, only to comfort her with each step closer you took to Jun-hee, before lowering yourself at the edge where she was stood, sitting down directly in front of her. Certainly, those conflicting emotions were in fact shared between you two, with Jun-hee experiencing the lapse in judgement of her recent decision before softening her gaze the moment it met yours.
“So, you didn’t give him the knife?” you questioned, earning a firm shake of the head from her as she quietly murmured a reply.
“I couldn’t. How could I trust him over a few words?”
“He did say he’d come find you, and swore on it.”
“(Name). I don’t want anything to do with him, he should’ve minded his own business.”
Her snappy reply caught you off guard, eyeing the metallic glint of the light bouncing off of the bright silver hue of the knife with nothing but uncertainty flaring in her eyes. However, her irritation didn’t last long as she took notice of the bright blue vest hung loosely over the rise of your chest as well, recalling the words that she couldn’t dare to utter from the tensed reveal of the roles and objectives of the game.
“…stay safe. Please.”
You manged a nod, albeit quite hesitantly as your fingers twitched around the grasp of the solid key, carved in the steeled shape of a triangle—to which she took notice of.
“Go switch with someone. I don’t want you to die like this.”
“With who..? Everyone either switched already, or refuses to swap with me. Rightfully so, I don’t know who would want to give up being a seeker.”
Especially considering the seekers had a higher chance of surviving in comparison to the hiders. You weren’t sure what the guards did, yet you could come to the conclusion that firing bullets into you was more merciful than some sadistic person slowly cutting you open and savoring every stab, seeking to taste the very liquid that seeped from the cuts and polished wounds on anyone’s body. No matter who it was or how vulnerable they were.
Suddenly, you were met with the hard leather of a red box pushed to your chest, head snapping up to look in awe at Jun-hee. Her face nearly deadpan, yet hand trembling as well as she handed the box to you, staring into your soul through the windows of your eyes as if she had placed her utmost trust in you. Adhered to you and entrusted you to keep any promise you’d make as you’d wield the knife to come to her aid. Rather than a quest for money, the newly presented knife in your hands sitting before you in the red box was a testament to the genuine love that you’d shared with her, a promise in itself to be there for her.
“Jun-hee...are you sure? It’ll be more dangerous for you..”
“I’m sure. I trust you.”
You swallowed back any doubts you could possibly have, resolute on her choice for the both of you as you draped the red vest over yourself. With Jun-hee following suit as she slipped the blue vest over herself, but not before being met with an abrupt hug of you throwing yourself at her. Arms coiled around her back as your nose dug into the warm crook of her neck, moistened skin to skin as your eyes squeezed shut, to which she reciprocated with equal sentiments.
Pulling back, your hands rested on her shoulders, swiftly shuffling up aimlessly to cup her face between your hands palming the flesh of her cheeks as you pressed a hurried, yet sweet kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll come find you after I get my kill. I promise.”
The guards began to call out to the crowd, signifying the start of the game as blues began to line up single file into the starry grounds swallowing them up back to hell. You could only watch as they disappeared one by one into the distance, keeping your eye on Jun-hee until she disappeared as well, pleading within as you’d sell your heart and mind for her safety.
Yet, your concern morphed back into something stronger, a fuel of raging fire that cursed every fiber of your being, rushed through your streams at the sight of Myung-gi marching along with the other blues. Your eyes were set on your target, knuckles tensing around the firm handle as your thumb pushed up against the wings of your knife, seeking your very own sadistic wants for one man in particular as you sought to have his blood splattered on the steel the span of a few minutes. The day to repent was here. Retribution wasn’t an option of respect and morality, it was a requirement to cast him to his shame.
Kkokkkok sumeora, meorikarak boilla.
Kkokkkok sumeora, otjaragi boilla.
—
Arrays of bright gold stars scatters over the midnight sky painted on the walls in its deep blue engulfing the room, streaks of blood dragged on the rugged dirt ground littered with footprints and soaked vermillion pools. You took it upon yourself to stay quick on your feet, wits focused on every detail and blue vest that swung by in the fleeting dash of fabric hovering through the resistant fans of their speed.
However, you paid no mind to the other blues who darted through the crammed halls snaked in its narrow structure, desperately prodding at the keyholes uselessly to get away. Or the pained screams of those being practically mauled violently by other reds. No. You were set on him. Circling his every move, catching sight of every little step he took and tracing his path like a hawk as you sought to find that specific sequence of numbers in white on the back of his clothing.
333.
Your knife was kept curled tight between your fingers, dust racking the off white of your shoes with each thundering step you took through the narrow halls, hands resting on the wall for added caution for if you caught him. You wouldn’t deny it though, Myung-gi was intelligent. He knew you were after him with an unstoppable thirst for blood, only to be quenched by guzzling down his own. The man sure wouldn’t let you kill him, and he’d have an eye on his back as well to look for any sign of you alongside other reds seeking to split open blues.
17 minutes.
Normally, you’d say it didn’t matter. You’d take all the time you need to kill him. And only him. But you had a promise to keep, one where you’d reside over the woman you loved be there for her to keep her safe unlike the one you were hunting. And you were willing to keep it no matter what, for you in turn were the woman who she trusted to protect her with the knife she had given you.
—
12 minutes.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”
Myung-gi audibly cursed under his breath with each shallow breath expelled from his lungs in rushed sprints, sweaty palms stuck against the wall whenever he hid from you sprinting toward him as well. Hiding as if it would help him at all with the sparkling tip of your blade coming dangerously close to his throat with your periodic swings you sought to plunge into him. Not that you were unskilled, but rather he was quite agile, thin frame easily matching your own speed as he kept running away.
You were glad he was blue. He was doing what he knew best. Running away.
But he couldn’t for long.
After what seemed like an eternity of the cat and mouse chase, you finally loaded Myung-gi’s evident exhaustion to your arsenal, using every bit of strength you had left in your legs to push yourself forward, lunging toward him. Kicking back a cloud of dust, your fingers bunched up in the back of his head, squeezing a handful of his hair heaped between your fingers as you yanked back, earning an ear piercing bawl while he squirmed in your hold.
Myung-gi’s high pitched bellows echoing in the corridor amplified with each plunge of the knife you drove into his chest, crimson seeping out and absorbed by the blue of his vest as splatters of his blood adorned your blade, glistening in beautiful red drops leaking down whenever you’d slice and stab him. Though you didn’t want to drag it out for too long, you still had to look for Jun-hee.
Speaking of her, you had to let him know of his neglect atleast. Something he can’t just fix with a word or two.
You quickly lodged the entire blade to sink down into his throat, twisting into the jugular as Myung-gi’s screams died down, eyes red and teary as he gasped for air while staring dead at you.
“…I’d do anything for Jun-hee. Unlike you. The recruiter said you’d pay with your body back at the subway, or did you forget?”
There was no response.
“Player 333 eliminated.”
“Player XXX, pass.”
—
You nearly jumped as you swung open the door, letting out a long held sigh of relief as you noticed Jun-hee sitting in the corner of the room safely. Added with a new person cradled in her arms as well, while you recognized Hyun-ju and Geum-ja settled at her side while she held her newborn. She must’ve given birth not too long ago, which probably explains the thing you heard earlier being akin to a baby’s cry. Good to know you weren’t hallucinating.
Hyun-ju was clearly ready to break your bones if you tried anything, judging from the sight of your red vest and knife, though she eased herself a bit when she noticed Jun-hee’s small smile stretching her lips as you cautiously approached her. Shutting the door behind you with a thud, you knelt beside her, transfixed on the new life hemmed in her grasp in the tracksuit jacket as you shifted closer.
And there you simply resided, in near silence as your cheek rested against her shoulder, with the other two—well, three. Knife kept at your side, ready at any moment until the end of this game.
You kept your promise.
Though that was expected, wasn’t it?
She meant everything to you.
Heart, mind, soul, and body.
A/N: I’m gonna be real I had no clue how to end this fic and it’s like 3 am lmao BUT I LOWKEY LIKE THIS ONE YAYYY anyway they’re all alive and having dinner together guys it’s canon i was hyunju’s earring and junhee’s eyebrow piercing
why does she look exactly like this cat helo
