hwang junho who’s the most protective boyfriend you’ve ever had, and he’s proud of that title! and even though you like to tease him and pretend it annoys you, you secretly really love it and don’t want him to ever change <3
like listen, he’s a cop, it’s sort of a given that he’s gonna be at least a little protective of everyone he’s close with. it’s been hammered into junho’s instincts to protect those around him, but after everything that’s happened with his brother and discovering the games, he can’t risk anything happening to you. you’re his everything, and if you ever got hurt under his watch — even just a little bit — he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.
junho’s protectiveness shows itself in all the little things. like, how he always follows the sidewalk rule, walking on the side nearest the road, shielding you from passing traffic with his body. he does it unconsciously at first — stepping around you if you’re on the outer edge of the sidewalk, nudging you away to take your place. after a while of this, of him gently correcting you every time you accidentally walk on the outer edge, you get used to it and fall into the habit of walking on the “safe side” of the sidewalk, as he calls it.
also, junho always always takes the side of the bed closest to the door. call him paranoid, but he’s certain he could protect you if any danger came through the door while you were sleeping. he feels safer sleeping nearest the door, with his body shielding yours from the entrance. junho also tends to sleep with his arms locked around you, holding you to his chest — it’s not very practical, but it makes him feel safer nonetheless. he’ll admit he’s maybe overdoing it just a little bit, but sue him if he wants to protect the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
junho’s quite touchy too when you’re out together — not in an overbearing way, not in a pda way, and not in a super obvious way, either. just in the way that he feels he needs to have a hand on you, or his arm around you, in case anything happens, so he can pull you to safety as quickly as possible. he’s very subtle about it — just a big hand on the small of your back at the grocery store, or his arm curved around your waist at the pub. his hand on your thigh while he drives, or his fingers interlocked with yours when he takes you out for dinner. it’s subtle, almost like he does it without realising it, and somehow that makes it even more endearing.
of course, with junho being a cop, he makes sure you know (and follow) all the proper safety precautions. he’s well aware of how criminals work and tries his best to equip you with the right protection. if you don’t live with him, he’s constantly asking if your security cameras and alarms are all working and up to speed — in fact, he’ll come over and check them himself, just to be safe. he makes you promise to have your phone on you at all times, and prefers you have your location on when you’re not with him. he buys you a charger to keep in your car, and a portable charger for your bag, so you don’t ever run out of battery at a bad time. he probably makes you carry pepper spray in your bag, too, though he hopes you’ll never have to use it.
junho tries his best not to be overbearing, and he succeeds for the most part. he’s quietly protective, subtly looking out for you at all times. he never pushes it too much, and he respects you enough to know you can look after yourself just fine. sometimes though, you’ll tease him — giggling when he stands a little too close in the line at the grocery store, or telling him, “no one’s gonna break in, I have nothing worth stealing,” with an eye roll while he checks your alarms for the second time in one week. but it’s always lighthearted, and if anything, junho’s convinced you tease him because his protectiveness makes you flustered, and you’ve got no other way to hide how it makes you feel. though, that could just be his ego talking.
if you asked junho to stop, he would. he’d do anything you asked, clearly. but you don’t ever ask him to stop. you like that he protects you — it makes you feel special, and you wouldn’t trade him for the world <3
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Hwang Jun-Ho x detective! Reader
Words: 3970
google docs pages: 6
Warnings: Platonic relationship mostly, but squint and it’s not. Squid Game season 1 spoilers, violence, guns, choking, character death but not major.
Opening: You and Jun-ho are colleagues and your shift tonight would only consist of being on patrol. This leads to a lot of talking as per usual, before you spot something suspicious.
AN// G/N reader. A lot of you wanted me to post this ancient piece of media back up, so your wish is my command. This was actually fun for me to read as well. This was last posted in 2021 and soon after deleted, no memory of why I did that :”D. But I hope yall will still enjoy this s1 inspired fic ! And before anyone asks, I won't write a pt 2 for this, since I don't remember where I was taking this story initially;(
“I know you miss him.”
You were walking behind Jun-ho towards his car. Tonight's shift would be just you and him on patrol. There was nothing surprising with that, since he was your partner and you had gotten to know him pretty well over the years. But the problem was that you hadn’t slept well last night, and you had forgotten to bring your lunch while in a hurry this morning. So this meant that you'd either have to be without food the whole night or beg for Jun-ho to stop for a moment before the stores closed.
You watched how Jun-ho unlocked the doors of the car. The front lights lit up for a second, Indicating the doors had opened. He stepped into the driver's seat and sat down. You soon followed and sat down on the seat next to him. Nothing out of the ordinary, another normal shift.
The car was almost fully white, with two stripes going on both of the sides. The smaller stripe was yellow and on top of that was a larger stripe in blue. Under the stripes was text that said ‘Police’. On the roof of the car, there were the usual police red and blue lights but also a bigger light for searching in the dark. The seats were fully black, like most of the car was on the inside.
Jun-ho started the car, and slowly drove away from the police office. The sun had gone down a little bit ago, and slowly but surely the street lights had turned on. It had rained earlier that day, so the streets were a little wet still. The car had no lights on inside, only the lights on the control board were illuminating a soft light against whatever it managed to touch. The street lamps passing by allowing some more light to come in every once in a while. This was exactly what you were used to, since the two of you had been on night patrol a lot recently.
You sat in silence as Jun-ho drove through the familiar streets. Watching the yellowish lights as they passed you, one by one. Your gaze wandered off to Jun-ho. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling, since he was only looking at the road with no defined expression on his face. He had told you on your last shift that he hadn’t seen his brother in a while, but you weren’t sure if he had been found already or not. Not sure if it was appropriate to ask about it again, seeing as it might have been a sensitive topic. But if Jun-ho was feeling out of it, you weren’t sure if he should be working a night shift.
“Hey, could we stop by a store? I forgot my ‘lunch’, and I don't want to pull an all-nighter without anything to eat.” You requested with a hint of embarrassment in your voice. But it was either this or having to suffer through the night with no food. Either way, this was maybe the best way to start a conversation, to see how your partner was doing. Jun-ho turned his gaze at you for a little bit before he replied. “Sure, just make it quick.” He said with a nod.
Soon the car pulled up near a store and you left to grab something to eat. Knowing that you didn't have a lot of time, you just took the nearest thing that happened to be some sort of a salad. You grabbed the nearest energy drink just to be sure the night would pass smoothly, and went to pay. As you were walking back to the car, you saw Jun-ho writing something on his phone. Not thinking much of it, and seating yourself back down next to him. “Sorry for this. I’ll try to wake up earlier next time.” You apologized, while placing the food on the back seat. “It’s okay. You didn’t waste much time.” He hummed as a reply, and started the car again. The small walkie talkie that he had connected to his belt was making noise. The other officers that were on the same shift seemed to be actively talking right now. This didn’t worry you yet, since they would have contacted you two if something was going on nearby.
After a while of going around the part of the town you were supposed to patro, you reached back to get the energy drink. Staying up late last night had started to turn against you, starting to feel awfully worn out by now. Your eyes were looking at the almost empty streets, as you lifted the can up to your lips.
Your gaze detected movement on the road, and soon seeing a dog crossing the street. Jun-ho didn’t seem to be bothered by it, continuing on. Panicking for a moment when the realisation hit you that he must have not seen the damn thing. You quickly put the can on the cup holder. “Stop, there’s a dog!” You exclaimed to Jun-ho. His eyes widened and he pressed down the brakes. The car stopped just in time, and the dog crossed the road quickly, with its tail in between its legs. Your body almost hit the dashboard, but thankfully your seat belt held you in place. You were both staring at the road with widened eyes. All you could hear was heavy breathing that was coming from the both of you.
You slowly leaned back and rested your body on the seat. “Pull the car on the side of the road.” You demanded quietly, voice firm. Jun-ho did as you requested, and parked the car on the side. “How did you not see the dog?” You asked in a much calmer voice, body seemingly still in some form of shock. You didn’t want to be mean to him, since it could have just been a mistake on his part. “I was in my thoughts. I’m sorry for putting you in danger.” Jun-ho sighed, with his gaze avoiding you. “Now, you look at me and tell me what is going on. You seem totally out of it?” You huffed and tilted your head in confusion. It took him a while, but he turned to look at you again. “And now the second part. Are you doing okay?” You asked the question in a different way so he couldn’t avoid the topic. “I’m doing just fine. I’m just a little tired, that’s all. I promise.” Jun-ho tried to convince you.
He turned away to start the car again, but you had other plans. “Have they found your brother yet?” You asked with a more monotone voice. Trying to dig a little deeper this time. Straight after saying this, Jun-ho stopped completely for a brief moment. “He’s…still missing.” The man admitted quietly while looking at the windshield. He leaned back on the seat like you had done and closed his eyes. You furrowed your brows in worry. Before you were able to reply, he continued. “I have reported him as missing already, but they can’t seem to find him. I have some evidence of..something but nothing that would actually help.” He pressed his palms against the steering wheel firmly, eyes opening again.
You looked at him with a freshly formed frown on your face. “What's the evidence you’ve found so far?” You asked, interested in the topic because you wanted to help him. “A card with a circle, triangle and a square on it. My brother had one in his room and I recently saw another man have a similar card. They’re related but I don’t know how.” Jun-ho replied, and turned his gaze back to you with sorrow behind his eyes. “Well, have you talked to the man yet? Maybe he knows what’s going on?” You tilted your head. “I tried to, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to tell me anything..” The man sighed again, but this time with more frustration. “I know you miss him, but you can’t give up. Did you see what was written on the card?” You patted his shoulder, an attempt to wipe the saddened look off of his face. “There was only a number on the back, nothing more.” He explained, not much to go off of. “We need a little more evidence to really start looking into this, but I can try to help you. I’m sure we can find him.” You tried to smile a little and offered a hug to him. Jun-ho looked at you for a moment and accepted the offer.
After you had pulled back from the hug, the walkie talkie started to make noise again. Jun-ho answered it quickly. The person talking to Jun-ho told him to switch cars to a civil one, because they had spotted something going on near you two. Jun-ho ended the call, and started the car again. “Seems like we’ve got a case on our hands.” He hummed, and pulled the car back on the road. Like nothing had happened.
At this hour it was fully dark. Only the street lights, signs and the lights from the car broke veil the darkness. There were only a few people walking on the streets, most likely coming from a bar.
Before you knew it, you had arrived all the way back to the police office. You could barely see the whole building in the dark, the city having not invested a whole lot on the building. Jun-ho took the keys from the car and stepped out. You took your items and followed him, hurrying to the side of the car he was standing by. He led you to a fully black car, around the corner from the office. “Let’s be quick.” He stated quietly and opened the door to the passenger seat. You smiled at him kindly, and stepped in. He soon sat down on the driver's side and pulled the car onto the road. “Where are we going?” You asked while putting on your seat belt. “Here.” Jun-ho said as he was typing the location on the navigator. You didn’t recognize the street’s name, but you decided to not ask where it was located. You’d see soon enough. “Did they tell you what was going on there?” You asked for more information, hoping that Jun-ho didn’t mind. “Someone who we have been looking for has been reported to be in that area. We were called to check if he’s still there.” Jun-ho quickly explained while driving faster. You two didn’t have time to lose, since the man could get away any moment.
The navigator kept giving directions, and Jun-ho was following them. You seemed to be getting closer by the second. But suddenly Jun-ho slowed down the whole car. “What are you doing?” You questioned your partner. But what you didn’t know was that he had seen something far more important to him than the person you two had been called to look for. “That’s him. That’s the man that had the same card as my brother.” Jun-ho said quietly before he started to back up the car. He backed in the shadows and turned off the lights from the car. “I might get fired for this, but I'll make sure that you’ll be fine.” The man murmured, as his eyes were following Gi-hun get picked up by a big van. “Wait- Are you trying to tell me that you’ll disobey the request to find the man the office has been looking for just to follow him? What if we end up in danger? There’s no backup.” Your heart beat got faster the more you thought about this. This didn’t seem like the worst case scenario was going to be fired, but something way worse. “This might be my only chance to get to know where my brother is. I’m not letting this go.” He replied with confidence in his voice.
As much as you appreciated and trusted this man, you weren’t sure if you should tell him no. And even if you did, would he even listen at this point. Before you had time to say anything against his plan, the van started to drive away. Jun-ho started to slowly shadow it. He had turned off all the lights from the car, and he wasn’t using the headlights either. You had never been in a situation like this, but there was no getting out of this now.
“Do you have a phone?” Jun-ho asked with a more serious tone. “Y-yes, why?” You asked but still showed him your phone. It was almost fully charged, only a few percents missing. “Good. Just in case we get separated.” He nodded and kept following the van. “So are you saying we might? We’re not getting out of this car are we?” You asked in a panicked voice. “You don’t have to. But I want to know what’s going on. They’re clearly going somewhere and my brother has to be somewhere with them.” Jun-ho spoke, attention clearly keen on the van.
Soon the van stopped. The navigator showed that you were close to a port. Suddenly you were able to see multiple of the same kind of van going the same way. They all turned and started to drive towards a cargo ship. There was a lot of space for all the vans and some people with red clothing showing where the vans should be parked. Seemingly a well orchestrated operation, whatever this was.
Jun-ho stopped the car and parked it so that it wouldn’t be too easy to see. “Now. You stay here, and I’ll call you in a little bit once I have found out what's going on here.” Jun-ho started to undo his seat belt and get out. “Wait- We don’t even know who these people are, and we don’t have any backup. What if they come and ask what I’m doing here?” You started to get restless. “Just..” Jun-ho had to think about this for a moment. “Tell them you’re waiting for your boyfriend.” He finally said and closed the door. Your eyes widened for a moment but before you could form any words, he was gone.
There were more lights near the port, so it was easy to see all the grey vans enter the ship. There were huge yellow towers built to hover on top of the bridge that led to the ship that had multiple bright lights showing the way to the drivers of the vans. There didn’t seem to be anyone else but more of the people with the red suits. The situation unfolding before your eyes, seemingly sketchier by the minute.
It was hard to see, but you could make out where Jun-ho was standing. He took out his phone and started to type something. You started to look even more worried. Now wasn’t the best time to start looking at your phone. The worry caused your hand to start wandering closer to the door handle. Your eyes were still focused on him, and you saw when he switched the phone to a gun. Only hoping it was loaded full, but it wasn’t safe anyway to go on a mission like this with only one gun anyway.
As your hand started to open the door, Jun-ho ran from the place he was hiding in. From what you could see he had hidden behind one of the vans. “Damn it..” You cussed under your breath and got out of the car. After making sure that there was no one around, you ran towards another van, and copied what he did. You got on your back and quickly got under the van. Quickly finding something to hold on to and lift your body up from the ground.
Soon after doing this the vans started to all move in the cargo ship. There was some talking you could hear, and after that the ship left the port. You had no idea where the two of you were going, but you had to follow your partner. You would never forgive yourself if he never came back from this mission that no one even had an idea you two were on. Knowing no one would believe you if you told them Jun-ho had disappeared just like his brother.
The vans you had gotten under were neatly parked next to each other, near the back of the ship. You saw him shift and then get up, still staying behind the van. You took a quiet deep breath and followed his lead. “Hey.” You whispered quietly, so that no one would hear you. With a quick movement he was pointing his gun at you, before he realised who it was. “What are you doing?! I told you to stay in the car?” He whispered back with tension in his voice. “And I’d go to the office alone, to explain to the boss where you had disappeared? As if they’d believe me.” You murmured back. He then quickly switched to your side. “Do you have your gun?” He whispered close to your ear. You shivered slightly at this, placing your hand over the firearm. “I do, it’s full,” you whispered back. He only nodded at you and went to peek over the edge of the van. While he was doing that someone started to talk through a microphone. “Check the players,” echoed through the ship. With this the side doors of the vans opened by themselves.
“Get in.” Jun-ho whispered quickly before he stepped in one of the vans. Without another thought you stepped in the van that Jun-ho had been under, ready to follow his lead. Knowing by now how sensitive this situation was. One wrong move, and you’d truly see what these men dressed in red were truly up to.
Your eyes scanned the people sitting in the van. You couldn’t see too well, no lights on in the vans. But no matter how well you looked, you couldn’t see anyone that even slightly looked like Jun-ho’s brother. Before you knew it, you heard the drivers of the cars step out. Your eyes widened. The only thing you could think of was to pretend to be one of the people in the van.
You sat down on one of the seats at the back, and pretended to sleep. You were able to open one of your eyes slightly, trying to stay up to date on what was happening. You saw a masked person with a full red suit and a black mask with a white circle on it. They were scanning the other people in the van by checking something from behind their ears. You had no idea what Jun-ho was going to do, but as the suited person started to come closer to you. Knowing you didn’t have whatever the others had gotten placed behind their ears, you prepared to attack the suited man.
They tested one of your ears and then turned your head to test your other ear. Not being able to find the chip they were looking for. You opened your eyes and quickly attacked them. You hit the mask so that the person fell backwards, buying yourself some time. While they were trying to get up, you moved behind them. The person tried to stab you with a black knife, but you dodged it. You took a hold of their wrist and repeatedly hit it against the seats of the van, until they let go of the knife. With that you hit their head with your knee and began to choke them. Trying to make as little noise as possible as to not alert any of their companions.
The van moved a little as the person struggled until they started to go limp. You let go of the pink suited person, and took a deep breath. Your heart beat was going crazy at this point, and your hands were shaking. Not once during your time as a detective had you had to fight like this for your life. The idea of you two being alone on this mission, and not even knowing if Jun-ho was alive scared you.
You knew that you didn’t have a lot of time, so you began to strip the pink suit off the person. It was better to hide in plain sight, especially if they were all dressed the same. You took off the mask as well and dressed up. You had no clue what the job of this person was, other than checking the players and driving the van, but maybe you’d be able to just follow the others. After getting the suit on, you took your tag that showed who you were off, and placed it in the pocket of the person that was now wearing your clothes.
After that you lifted up the body of the person, attempting to drag them outside the van. Not being used to doing something like this made it hard to lift up a whole body alone. While struggling you wobbled to the edge of the ship, and dropped the body in water. After this you turned around to see where you were supposed to go, you saw another pink suited person. They heard you and turned around. You froze up, not really having a plan to go off of. You felt a tap on your shoulder. “I saw what you did.” A man’s voice said. You could tell it was Jun-ho’s, since it was more muffled due to the mask. But you took the gamble. “You did the same,” You mumbled back. The other masked person made no move to harm you, confirming you’d been correct.
“Hey, you two!” You both turned to look at who was talking to you. There was a person in a pink suit, but this one had a triangle on the mask and a gun. Behind them there was another pink suited person. Only, they had a square on their mask and no gun in hand. You were too stressed out to say anything, and you assumed Jun-ho could sense this since he started to talk. “This is...They were feeling sea sick.” Jun-ho said to the triangle. They didn’t reply, but the square stepped forward, pointing their gun down.
Their behaviour made you wonder if the symbols on their masks had something to do with their ranking system. Attempting to figure it out while Jun-ho was conversing with them. Square, then triangle, and that left the circle. And if it was the last one it meant that it was the lowest position. “Did you forget the rules?” A man’s voice said from behind the square mask. “You do not speak without your supervisor’s approval.” They continued. You were trying to make your breathing as calm as possible, so that the square wouldn’t notice anything. “Go wait in the cabin,” the square ordered. He gave you and Jun-ho a stare before walking away, taking the triangle with him.
After they had left you put your hand on your chest to take a breather. You had no idea what you had gotten yourself into, and you couldn’t even blame Jun-ho. You had killed a random man a minute ago and after that you were pointed a gun at, and it was most likely only going to get worse from here.
“Are you doing alright?” Jun-ho’s voice asked, as he kneeled down a little, and pulled your upper body back up by your shoulder. “We have to get to these ‘cabins’, just follow me. Please?” Jun-ho kept talking to you. Giving you a moment to recollect yourself after the encounter. “I’ll recover, I just need to rest for a moment…” You exhaled while looking at your shaky hands. With that you nodded and Jun-ho started to walk up the stairs, where the other circles had gone as well.
Summary: After years of a stable and shared love, you and Jun-ho face the one fundamental difference you’ve always put off: he doesn’t want to be a father and you can’t give up on the dream of having a family.
Now playing: When I was your man — Bruno Mars
Warning: angst, mentions of starting a family, arguments.
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
Jun-ho, like any police officer, is serious, methodical, and deeply committed to his work. Fortunately for him, he shares his life with you, a colleague from the forensics team. You are analytical, brilliant and possess a serenity that often serves as his anchor when the days turn too dark.
You met at a crime scene during your rookie years… amidst yellow tape, tense glances and the crackle of police radios. What began as a professional encounter gradually transformed into something more. First, respect. Then, admiration. Finally, love.
Five years together. A solid, stable, and deeply respectful relationship. You share coffee in the mornings, exchange texts at odd hours, and catch glimpses of each other mid-case or in the quiet comfort of home. You know each other by heart.
You know he needs silence when he returns from investigating the island; he knows exactly when his words can soothe you after an especially grueling case. You have a life together with no visible cracks.
Both of your families adore you. At every family gathering, every birthday, the comments never fail: "So, when’s the wedding?" "When are you taking the next step?" They ask with affection, with hope, with the certainty that you are made for each other. Sometimes, the two of you laugh and dodge the question with a knowing look. Other times, you just look down.
Because the truth is, there is something left unsaid. An essential difference, a line drawn that neither knows how to cross without hurting the other.
You want to be a mother. Not immediately, but someday. You’ve always felt it, quietly and patiently. It’s a soft but persistent certainty. You think about it when you play with your nephews or see your pregnant sister. You dream of it, sometimes even while awake.
Jun-ho doesn't. He never has. It’s not out of fear, immaturity or trauma. It is simply an absent desire. For him, his life is complete as it is. He feels fulfilled in the routine you share, in the bond you’ve built, and deep down, he knows that bringing a child into a world he knows from its cruelest corners isn't in his plans.
You’ve avoided it for years. Not out of cowardice, but because you love each other too much to collide head-on with that truth. You postponed the talk, hiding the subject behind other plans: promotions, moving house, vacations. Any excuse was valid to keep the peace.
But the subject never disappears, it never does. It floats between you in the form of long sighs or evasive answers. And though you haven’t fought about it yet, you both know that day is coming. Because love, no matter how strong, isn't always enough when your life goals aren't pointing in the same direction.
(...)
It was a weekend like any other. Jun-ho was investigating the island with Mr. Gi-hun, as he had many times before. You, for your part, attended a surprise birthday party for one of your closest friends alone. The celebration had been meticulously organized by the birthday girl's husband and the rest of the family. The atmosphere was warm, filled with laughter, hugs and old stories.
You sat at one of the long garden tables, surrounded by childhood friends. Most were married. Some already had toddlers running among the adults, others talked about moving, preschools, and family vacations. The conversations revolved around parenting, marriage, and shared life in a way that felt... foreign to you.
You forced yourself to smile, to nod, to laugh at the right moments. But inside, something was stirring… something uncomfortable and deep.
Suddenly, as you slowly stirred the ice in your drink with a straw, you started asking yourself questions you’d been dodging for a long time.
What am I waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
You knew you wanted to get married, and you knew you wanted to be a mother. It wasn't an emergency, but it was a certainty. What you didn’t know, and doubted more and more, was if Jun-ho would ever come to want the same thing.
What is my place in his life?
What place does he give me?
You thought about the last few months. How long had it been since you’d had a real date… one of those spontaneous ones, just for the sake of seeing each other outside of the routine? When was the last time he accompanied you to a party like this, to spend time with your people?
The whirlwind of thoughts was interrupted by a man's voice, far too close.
"Are you still seeing Jun-ho? I haven't seen him around here in ages."
You looked up. It was one of your friends' husbands, someone you’d spoken to only a couple of times at past gatherings. He smiled kindly, but his question hit you with unexpected weight.
You gave him a smile that didn't reach your eyes.
"Yes" you replied, trying to sound casual. "He's working on a case."
The man nodded, made one more comment about how hard police officers work, and headed toward another table.
But the question, simple and devoid of malice, stuck with you.
It wasn't the first time someone noticed Jun-ho's absence, nor the first time you’d had to justify it. But this was different. This actually hurt.
For the rest of the night, the party continued around you. Warm lights, background music, blending voices. But you felt distant, as if you were being watched through a pane of glass. The doubt you had kept at bay for so long could no longer be ignored.
What if he never changes his mind?
What if being a mother means having to walk away from him?
What if, at the end of the road, his love just isn't enough?
You left the party with your smile intact, but your heart in turmoil. You had no answers. Only a knot in your chest that, for the first time in a long while, you didn't know how to untie.
(...)
It was Saturday morning, and finally, you both had the day off. You had been looking forward to this break more than you'd care to admit. Jun-ho also seemed relaxed, though he maintained that quiet stillness that characterized him, even in the most mundane moments.
You went to the supermarket together, as you did every so often, to restock the house. You walked between aisles of staples, comparing brands, sharing soft jokes between rows of cereal and cleaning supplies. It was a small domestic ritual that connected you in a way. But that connection cracked slightly when you reached the home goods section.
You were the one who stopped first.
In a corner of the aisle, almost like a hidden nook, was a light wood crib, simple but beautiful. The thin mattress was wrapped in a sheet decorated with tiny blue bears. It had that air of new innocence that only baby items possess.
You stood staring at it in silence. You touched one of the bars with the tip of your finger. You smiled, lost in the detail, in the softness of what you didn't yet have.
"Hey" Jun-ho’s deep voice said beside you. "Look at that desk, it's on sale. It could be good for the study."
You turned toward him and gave an automatic nod and smile.
"Coming" you replied, but first you looked down at the price tag attached to the crib.
"Why are you looking at the price if you're not going to buy it?" Jun-ho asked with that bluntness of his that sometimes caught you off guard.
You raised an eyebrow, your eyes still on the mini-bed.
"I just wanted a reference" you said lightly, as if it meant nothing. But inside, the comment had ignited something deeper.
"Reference?" he repeated, frowning. "For a crib? Are you pregnant?"
The question took you by surprise, not because of the content, but because of the tone: more serious than teasing, more incredulous than curious.
"I wish... but no" you replied, letting out a short laugh.
The silence that followed was brief, but it felt long. He looked away toward another part of the aisle, and you took a deep breath.
"I don't know, it's just..." you finally said softly. "I thought it was pretty, and one day I might need it for my children, Jun-ho. That's why I was looking, that's all."
He didn't respond, he neither denied nor affirmed anything. He only gave a slight nod, as if accepting uncomfortable information he didn't know how to process. His attention returned to the desk.
The conversation hung there, suspended between you like a damp garment no one wanted to touch.
You walked to the checkout without holding hands. You felt the weight of the comment floating between you. It hadn't been an argument, but it hadn't been a pleasant chat either. Just a truth spoken in a low voice and the silent certainty that the subject, once again, had been left without an answer.
(...)
The room was in shadow, barely lit by the dim light filtering in from the hallway. The air, still heavy with the shared heat between the sheets, was beginning to cool slowly.
You stepped out of the bathroom, your skin damp from the cool water of the sink. Jun-ho was already lying on his side, one hand tucked under the pillow and the other resting on his chest. He seemed relaxed, but his eyes were still open, fixed on a point on the ceiling.
You slipped under the covers and settled your body next to his. That’s when Jun-ho turned toward you. His eyes were serious, though his voice sounded calm.
"There's something I need to tell you" he said with a slight sigh. "I need to get this off my chest now."
Your heart skipped a beat. The phrase was ambiguous enough to open the door to anything. A proposal? A confession? A change of heart?
You only nodded in silence, inviting him to continue.
"I've decided that I don't want to be a father" he said, point-blank. The firmness in his voice made you turn your head to look at him directly. "My job is dangerous. I live exposed to things I can't control, and that uncertainty... I don't want to drag a child into it. It doesn't seem fair to me."
You listened intently. But every word, however logical, sounded like one more barrier between your dreams and your reality. Something inside you tensed… not out of surprise, but out of disappointment.
"I know that you do want children," he continued. "That's why I think we need to be clear about this when we think about what comes next. I don't want to waste your time, or for us to waste it together."
You were silent for a few seconds. You lay on your back, staring at the ceiling as if looking for an answer up there.
"I do want to have children" you finally said. "And I'm not going to change those plans, Jun-ho."
He took a deep breath.
"Why?" he asked, not mockingly, but with a genuine need to understand.
"Because it's always been my dream" you replied with conviction. "Even when I didn't know what I was going to work as or where I was going to live... I always knew I wanted to start a family and have children. I can't give up on that."
Jun-ho remained silent, his face tense and his lips pressed into a thin line. You didn't look at him, you didn't want to see the distance starting to grow between you in his eyes.
"Are you absolutely sure?" he insisted.
You frowned, annoyed by the questioning.
"Yes, I am" you replied firmly, crossing your arms over your chest.
Silence fell over you again, heavier this time. Words no longer filled the space, they fractured it.
"It's late" he said after a moment, turning his back to you. "We have an early start tomorrow."
You didnt answer. You stayed staring at the ceiling, eyes wide, feeling that something had broken right in the center of the bed. Maybe not completely... but enough to leave a crack.
The next day, dinner proceeded in a thick silence, interrupted only by the sound of silverware hitting plates. You both ate slowly, hardly looking at each other. Jun-ho had arrived late from work, and you had prepared something simple. Neither had touched the subject since the night before, but it was clear it was still there, like a third plate on the table.
You were the one to break the silence.
"I've been thinking" you said without looking at him, setting your fork down. "Neither of us wants to give in. We've reached the point where I can't give you what you want and you can't give me what I want."
Jun-ho looked up, confused by your words.
"What do you mean?" he asked. You looked at him with glistening eyes, though your voice remained steady.
"That this relationship has no future"
Jun-ho set his silverware aside, taking a deep breath as if trying to process the sentence. He looked at you with incredulity, he couldn't believe those words were coming out of your mouth.
"That's it? After all these years together? You're going to throw everything away over one difference?"
"It’s not a minor difference" you replied, without raising your voice. "We’re not talking about tastes or hobbies. I want to have children and you don’t. What kind of future can we build from there?"
"There’s time" he insisted. "We don’t need to decide right now. We can think about it, talk about it again later..."
"It’s not about time, Jun-ho. It’s not a phase and it’s not something that’s going to change. You’ve already made a decision and so have I" you replied, feeling increasingly exhausted. "I don’t want to live waiting for you to change your mind. I don’t want to turn this into a struggle."
Jun-ho looked at you, pained, but said nothing.
"I’m tired" you added, pressing a hand to your temple. "My head hurts. I don't want to keep fighting with you."
You got up without finishing your meal. You went to the bedroom and returned a few minutes later with your bag over your shoulder. Jun-ho stood up when he saw you.
"Where are you going?"
"To my parent’s house" you said without looking at him directly. "I need space to think."
He wanted to say something, to stop you perhaps, but the words would not come. He just watched you as you opened the door, stepped across the threshold and disappeared after closing it carefully.
Jun-ho remained standing in the middle of the dining room, motionless, as if still processing what had just occurred. His mind tried to convince him that this was temporary… that you just needed to clear your head, that in a few hours you’d walk back in with the same bag and slightly less watery eyes. You had always resolved things by speaking little and understanding much. Why would this time be different?
He sat at the table where the dinner remained untouched. Two plates served, two glasses of water, the silverware carefully placed. Everything was still in its place, but the scene felt artificial, like a photograph of a life that no longer existed.
He waited a few minutes, listening to the minimal sounds of the building… the distant elevator and the murmur of the street. Part of him was convinced the doorknob would turn again.
But the silence grew thick.
Finally, he got up and walked to the kitchen. He needed to move, to occupy his hands with something that gave him a sense of control. That’s when he saw it on the counter: your mug. White, with a slightly worn blue rim and a tiny, almost invisible crack at the base.
He had given it to you after a difficult case, when you’d returned home with a dull gaze and trembling hands. He remembered telling you that coffee tasted better when you had something firm to hold onto.
He picked it up without thinking and the domestic gesture pierced his chest. It wasn't the cold porcelain that hurt, it was the constant reminder that this mug was always there because you were always there. He remembered how you always chose that one and no other, even when there were several prettier ones.
"I like this one better" you’d say.
He never asked why. He never stopped to observe how much meaning you could find in small rituals.
He leaned his back against the counter and closed his eyes, and for the first time, he allowed the truth to arrange itself without excuses.
He always believed the family issue could wait. That love was a structure solid enough to hold any difference. He thought the desire to be a mother was a distant possibility… malleable, something that could be diluted over time with travel, work, and the comfortable routine you both had built. He thought five years was proof enough that nothing would break what you have.
And above all, he thought you wouldn't leave.
He underestimated your certainty. He underestimated the depth of that dream you mentioned in low tones, almost with bashfulness. He mistook your patience for indecision. He believed avoiding the conversation was a way of protecting the peace, when in reality he was only protecting himself from a choice he didn't want to face. He set the mug back on the table with more care than necessary.
His imagination began to work against him, constructing scenes he couldn't control. He saw you in another house, different from this one, lit in a warmer way. He saw you laughing with someone who didn't have a phone vibrating on the table every ten minutes. He saw you sharing your life with a man who didn't question your dreams, who didn't frown when you spoke of cribs or possible names. The image of a child running toward you appeared without him being able to stop it, and he felt a sharp pain… an uncomfortable pressure that closed his throat.
He tried to justify himself as he always had: his job was dangerous, the world was not a safe place, the game organization could come after him, he didn't want to bring uncertainty into an innocent life.
But that explanation, which had seemed so rational so many times, now sounded incomplete.
It wasnt just fear talking. It was also his need to maintain control… for things to happen under his logic and on his time. It was his pride that decided that if he didn't want it, then it was enough to postpone the conversation indefinitely.
He sank onto the sofa and rested his elbows on his knees, his gaze lost on the floor. A memory pushed through with painful clarity: that party where you reached out your hand to invite him to dance. You were wearing a dark dress and your eyes were bright, waiting for something as simple as a shared song.
He looked at his phone, saw the name on the screen, and chose to answer. When he returned, your enthusiasm had already retreated behind a polite smile.
You left early that night.
He thought it didn't matter.
Now he understood it wasn't the call that had been heavy, but the choice.
He wasn't cruel to you. He never raised his voice or explicitly minimized your words, but he never gave in, either. He never had the intention of speaking seriously about the subject. He never took your hand to ask you how you imagined the future. He limited himself to holding his stance with the conviction of someone who believes they have sufficient reasons. And in that firmness, he confused consistency with selfishness.
The room, at the end of the hallway, was ajar. The bed showed the clear mark of your absence. The space you occupied looked too tidy, too empty. He felt then something he hadn't felt during the argument: fear. Not the abstract fear of the danger of his work, but the concrete fear of having ruined the only thing that gave him balance.
Accepting it wasn't dramatic, it was just an uncomfortable clarity. He didn't lose you because you wanted too much. He lost you because he didn't know how to give you what you needed while there was still time. Because he believed there would always be another chance to make up for it, to choose differently, to do something more than the bare minimum.
the silence of the house was no longer a pause, it was a consequence.
And as he remained there, surrounded by objects that still spoke of the two of you, he understood that love isn't sustained by conviction alone. Sometimes it also needs the flowers that weren't bought, the songs that weren't danced to and the conversations that weren't postponed until it was too late.
Honestly everybody be talking shit about Jun-Ho’s role in seasons 2&3 but I couldn’t get over just how good that man looks when his face is all wet just wanted to write a non-committal drabble of Jun-Ho being a lil dom, taking initiative and fucking you in a cave
A/N: quick, dirty and unedited just like your author
Jun Ho looks so, so sooo good when he pops out of the water, dripping wet with his peach fuzz perfectly framing his pouty lips. He just looks so inviting, it’s painful…
“Now, the stairwell is just along the shore right there, just a few—- are you alright, Y/N?”
Jun Ho stands inches from your person, trying to make eye contact through your goggles in the dimly lit cave. His face is so angelic you hadn’t realized that your uncomfortably tight diving gear was still fastened to your face. Maybe you’re grateful for that.
“Yes, I’m all good, Detective Hwang. Sorry, just adjusting to the light. You were saying, just a few feet ahead?”
He smiles and nods, turning to remove his tank. You stood entranced once again, unable to take your eyes off of how beautifully defined his back is.
He turns to face you once again, this time catching your gaze and chuckling. “Do you need help with your tank, Y/N?”
“Ummm… uhhhmmm, yes, yes please, Detective. Thank you. It seems I am quite out of it at this point. Maybe this last push really took it out of me.”
He smiles and nods again, gently pulling the straps of your tank down and off of your shoulders. Your nipples sprung to life the second his fingers made contact, inciting a flash fantasy of him removing more than just those straps.
He stood beside you, studying your expression just as you anxiously backed into the cave wall, startling you right into him. “My god, I apologize, Detective. I’m never this jumpy. I don’t know what’s gotten into me!”
He scoffed, catching you and standing you on your feet. “There’s no way that little swim wore you out to the point that you’re unable to keep your balance or handle your gear…” he leans in closer, warmly looking you up and down with his trademark smirk. “What’s the matter, am I distracting you in some way?”
“Um… yes? Wait… what do you mean by that? Your instructions were more than sufficient, I’m listening. I just need a sec to get my bearings, I promise…”
He slides his arm down so that it’s pressed against the cave wall, between the two of you, allowing him to slump ever more casually toward you. “I know you’re listening. Intently, if anything. But… your body betrays you, and I can see very clearly what’s on your mind.”
A cold sweat erupted across your face before you could even try to form an expression. Why be coy? Yes, you want his cock so badly it hurts. You may not know what’s gotten into you but you know what you’d like to be having get into you so, fuck it.
“Really? Then please tell me what’s on my mind.”
In one smooth motion he cups your ass with both hands and pins you to the wall, attacking your lips with —yes, as you suspected— his, soft and juicy and an addictive roll of his tongue. No surprise, your body is on fire and you want nothing but more. The teasing prick of his stubble only further undoes you as you wrap your legs around his waist, begging for more contact.
He rubs his lips and chin up and down your throat, licking up to your earlobe so he can taunt you even further. “I’ve known all along but it’s been so fun to watch you struggle under my gaze. You’re so cute thinking I didn’t notice.”
“You never reciprocated my looks, so I didn’t think you were interested…”
“Oh, I’ve been interested the entire time. I just wanted to get you alone completely so I wouldn’t have to hold back… and neither would you. Scream as loud as you want, no one can hear us down here.” He yanks the zipper of your wetsuit down and sinks beneath the surface, just for a minute to further torment you with those very lips he’s caught you staring at for who knows how long. With an eager grip on each of your thighs, he pries them wide to deliver a hard, deliberate swipe of his tongue up the center of you. He pauses before latching, sucking with precision and pinning you to the cave wall just as your hips bucked into his face. Your body feels paralyzed, how long can he possibly stay down there?
He slides two fingers into you and curls his way up and further into you, planting kisses up your thighs as he comes up for air. “Jun Ho, good god please don’t drown on me,” you groaned breathlessly as he grips your chin and pecks your lips slowly with an urgent pressure. His face dripping water all over yours made the kiss even hotter. He pulls away with a suck as he presses himself against you with his trademark scoff-into-smirk. “Don’t you worry about me, I just had to get a taste. There’ll be plenty more where that came from.” He leans forward to unzip his own suit, which you help him do immediately. He picks you up again and lands you on his cock, such a deliciously perfect squeeze as you bounce on it, the two of you standing in the middle of the water, creating every wave and motion within the otherwise deathly still and silent cave.
His eyes are blown wide, a cute rosy tint streaking his face as he watches you bounce up and down on his painfully hard cock. He’s in heaven, doesn’t even remember the last time he got off. He’s such a good, good boy with his mind fixated on his sole goal. Almost innocent and all too wholesome but for the fact that he could easily crack a good joke or snicker at one before him. But the smartassedness wore right off the second he impaled you onto him, he’s at a loss for words, his mind is blank, he has no answers and there are no questions. Your seraphic curves are like the smooth and languid dance of flames on a dark night, he swears he can see embers and beams emitting from your very form as you fuck stars into his beautiful, otherwise quiet eyes.
It’s so easy for him to hold you while you work, not just because of the water but because you seem to know just how to move in tandem with him, like you know exactly what he needs, better than he does. You’re longing for more contact so you still for a second to card your fingers through his satisfyingly thick hair, cupping his face so you can come closer. He runs his hand behind your neck and meets you, sliding his tongue between your lips again. After several seconds that could’ve been hours and still not long enough, you speak against his lips, not wanting to stop a thing. “I wish we had a solid surface, I want to be underneath you so, so badly… I just want to feel the pressure of your body…”
Your pining sends him, he’s never heard such a delicious confession made to him about him. He wants nothing more than what you just described, he’s nearing his limit at the almost involuntary vision of it. He has nothing to say, but an all consuming and emergent need to give you everything you want without giving it away. With the shore just a couple of feet away, he leans in to kiss you again, to distract you as he walks you over while pawing up your back. “For now, this will have to do, I want to give you exactly what you want… and ill make up for it later.”
You’re so excited, overstimulated by every physical sensation and now the fact that he’s honoring your first brain rotted thought that slipped out of you while you’re fucking is the cherry on top of an endless decadent dessert bar. He places you flat on the damp sand with such smooth agility it felt like you were locked in a trance, like you slowly floated down to rest like a feather. “This is perfect, I just—“ he grabs your throat and slams into you with a viciousness you were not expecting but were even more all the fuck about. “This was a great suggestion, now I can actually give you what I’d had in mind all along.” He leans in further and weighs you into the sand, pressing firmly as he ruts into you, smirking at the blissed out look on your face. “It’s so funny to me that you thought I didn’t know how badly you wanted me… I am a detective after all…” you laugh as you strain to speak against his throat “oh? Alright Detective, tell me what I’m going to say next.”
He smirks again and pins your wrists above your head, marveling at the way your body bounces to the snap of his hips. He takes a thoughtful moment to look you up and down as he tightens his grip, certain you’d enjoy it and feel no discomfort from a little bruising. As he nears his edge, he shoots you a pointed look, prepared to make his offer. “You’re going to beg me to come inside you, and I’m going to happily oblige.”
You choke and bite your lip, he feels the gush that shot right through your body, echoing in the spot that unites the two of you. “You’re absolutely right, sir.”
A/N2: I’d write more Jun Ho if yall can pump the brakes on my affair with his hyung 🥺
Okay but you definitely read my mind cause Wi Ha joon the man that he is. Stapppppp my husband is finer everyday
Exactly I’ve been a fan of him since Midnight movie( crazy movie to like him by💀) but ever since squid game omg and there’s barely anything on him on here is criminal 🥹
so so sorry that this is so late, i just logged back into tumblr after taking brake.
Refusal
includes dom!junho, sub!reader, female!reader, roleplay, cop-criminal roleplay, handcuffs, squirting, pet names, tipsy writting.
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you walked slowly through the gravel, listening to the crunch of the rocks underneath your feet. a breeze rippled through your hair, causing your skin to form goosebumps at the cold night air. the sky was a pretty shade of dark blue, making the stars dance across the smooth hue like a giant ballroom full of princesses. as you took a breath, admiring the night's color, you heard another set of footsteps behind you.
korea was a crowed place, so this didn't phase you much. you usually took nightly walks to clear your head, so you were used to running into people on your way. but as seconds passed, the footsteps kept getting closer to you.
you instices took over you as you turned around to face whoever has been following you. just as you turned around you were faced with a bright flashlight shinging into your face.
you squinted, your arm quickly shooting up to cover your eyes.
"do you know how late it is, ma'am?" a deep voice spoke loudly.
you stood there, shocked.
"n-no, not at the moment."
it took you a moment before your eyes fixated on the viridian unifrom behind the bright light. a police officer?
"it's two in the morning. curfew started about two hours ago. how far do you live from here?"
"what curfew? i've never heard of a curfew." you protested.
you eyed the officer suspiciously, watching as he turned the light off.
"ma'am, please allow me to walk you home. you need to be inside."
the officer reached out his hand, watching your face contort into disgust. you tugged your arm away quickly, stepping back.
"no. i don't need to do anything. i've been out this late everynight for three years, and not once have i had a curfew problem." you exclaimed.
the man sighed, stepping towards you.
"i'm an officer, i know the rules. and the rules are," he leaned into your face, his breath fanning your cheeks. "everyone needs to be inside by midnight."
you swallowed thickly, the closeness of this unknown man making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. it was dark, but you could see a glimpse of his face from the dim light of a near by streetlight. he was atractive from what you could see.
"you can't arrest me for being out late. it's not against the law, i'm a grown woman." you stood your ground, crossing your arms.
he scoffed at you, chuckling darkly at your stubborness.
"actually," he reached down to his belt, getting his handcuffs ready. "i can arrest you."
with that, the pushed you against the wall lightly, tugging your hands behind your back. he clasped the metel in his hands before tightening them around your wrists. he tried his best to be gentle, something as beautiful as you needed it.
"for what? i didn't do anything wrong." you yelled, tugging on the handcuffs.
he only groaned as he pushed you away from the wall.
"refusal."
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"why are you taking me here? don't i have to go to the police station?" you asked, watching as he reached into your coat pocket before grabbing your set of keys.
"like i said," he pushed the house key into the lock. "you need to be at home."
at the same time he turned the key, he wrapped his other arm around your waist, pushing your into the door as it opened. you gasped at the action, surprised at how aroused you've gotten.
within seconds, he pinned you to the door, closing it with his foot.
"you're a pretty thing, aren't you? so soft and nice." he whispered to you, watching your eyes as he did so.
you would be lying if you said that this didn't turn you on, because oh boy it did. your could feel yourself getting more and more horny each word he spoke. once again, your insticts took over causing you to lean into his lips, making them brush against each other.
"needy too? how precious."
the officer closed the gap between the two of you, his tongue imediately darting across your bottom lip. before you could get into the kiss more, he pulled away from you. you whined at the loss of contact.
"take me to the bedroom." he whispered, grabbing hold of your arm.
you thought for a moment, wondering if it was such a great idea. but this could only happen to someone very lucky, so you agreed.
nodding, you lead the way to the back of your house, your stomach feeling like a zoo full of butterflies.
once you reached the room, you swore you could feel your pussy do a cartwheel.
"i'm going to uncuff you so you can undress." he softly said, reaching the key out of his chest pocket.
you nodded at him, watching as his skilled fingers unlocked the metal traps.
imediately, you began taking your coat off, watching him as you let the thick fabric pool behind you. his eyes focused on your clothed breasts, eager to touch the bear skin.
"fuck, you're so sexy, baby." he whispered under his breath, his pants becoming tight from his erection.
you smile slighty at him, a blush spreading across your cheeks as you start to lift your shirt above your head.
his breath hitched in his throat as he sees your breast bounce out of the shirt. your nipples harden at the air, causing a gasp to leave his mouth.
"please, princess, hurry up and take your pants off. i need you." he almost moaned.
you roll your eyes playfully at him, nearly giggling at how his character faded so fast. he watched the bold action from you, his ego bubbling back up.
"don't get so cocky, because after those pants are off, you're getting handcuffed to the bed."
your smile was replaced with a look of guilt. you leaned down peeling your pants off of your legs, kicking them off your feet.
"panties too." he instructed.
you nodded, disgarding the last peice of clothing before climbing onto the bed. you laid flat on your back with your hands aligned with the bed posts, ready for him to restrict them.
"so obedient." he chuckled, cluching the cuffs in his hands as he walked towards you.
he took your right wrist in his hand, before reaching over and grabbin your left. you watched in awe as he hooked the handcuffs around the bed frame, before tightening the metal around both of your wrists.
"now, you're all mine to use." he sighed out, before climbing onto the bed.
your naked body aroused him so much, just the sight could get him off. he decided to keep his unifrom on, trying to stay into the role. he undid his pants, sliding them down to his thighs, his boxers along with it.
"you're already so wet. what a naught slut, getting wet from strangers."
you moaned at his words, loving the way he degraded you.
"bet you want me cock in there so badly. don't you baby?" he asked.
you nodded at him, bucking your hips up at him. he laughed at your desperate attempt, before alingning himself with your enterance.
the skin on skin contact, imediately made his shudder as he gently pushed himself into you.
you gasped at the stretch, your wetness making it so easy for him to slide in and out.
"fuck, that feels so good, junho." you moaned, arching your back.
he smiled at you, focusing on the way his cock felt inside of your tight walls. junho couldn't help but feel his release already. he felt ashamed that he was going to cum so quickly, something that has never happened before.
"fuck, baby, i think i'm gonna cum soon." he groaned.
you whined in return, feeling your own orgasm aproaching.
"me too."
it was unusual for the both of you to cum to quickly, you always came first but it took a little longer than this. it was very suprising to the both of you.
your orgasm shot through you without warning, the feeling being too much already. junho watched as a liquid spat out on his cock, pushing him over the edge. his cum painted your walls as he thrusted into you.
you both caught your breaths, feelings so euphoric in eachothers presence. junho pulled out of you gently before reaching above you to unlock you.
"so, roleplaying? gold star or no?" he asked, as he fumbled with the key.
"two gold stars."
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so so so very sorry about some of the mistakes in here. i'm kind of tipsy and overly tired.
This mf would literally not let you go anywhere. After a investigation where you nearly got badly injured, Junho said “You are going to be by my side 24/7 whether you like it or not.” He holds your hand when you two are going out. A lot of people mistaken you guys as a couple. As to which Junho- if you don’t interrupt him. He would immediately reply with a “Yes we are. Now buzz off, I don’t trust you.” The reason why you’re not shocked is because he always and I mean always tell people you two are together, relationship wise. I mean let’s be real here, you don’t mind at all cause look at that handsome fucker. You wouldn’t even say anything, you’d just nod your head “yep, I’m with him. Not that I’m complaining” he is so adorable when he is protective.
One time you remember going out with Junho to get some food, stopping by a 7/11 convenient store you both get foods that will satisfy your cravings. While getting to the cashier the man looks up from the cash register and glanced at Junho then you. He lingered his gaze on you making it feel very uncomfortable. Junho noticed and before he could take any action you smile and hand him the foods you both are excited to eat “That’ll be a total of 15000 Wan, Miss.” the cashier spoke, you reach into your pocket to grab the money you owe and handed it to him, his hands were on yours and stayed for a little bit longer than needed. This. Oh now this, was what made Junho tick. He was watching from behind you this whole time and let me tell you, that man isn’t happy. He yanks your back onto his hard chest ( :> ) so Junho can secure you with his arms around your shoulders “If you don’t mind, stop touching my damn girlfriend.” You blush due to the sudden explosion of jealousy that ran in his veins. The cashier backed off and apologized.
“What was that for?” You glanced at him, he pouts “He liked you. I could tell” you shrug “what’s so bad about that?” Junho looks at you like you support trump “Are you kidding me?” He points at himself “I like you” he emphasized the ‘I’ you pretend to ignore him and continue munching on food while watching whatever you guys put on “You’re not listening to meE!” He complained you sighed
You kissed him “There happy now?” Junho smiled like a little boy who got ice cream “yes, yes I am.” He smiles kissing you on the cheeks, then forehead, then nose, then your lips muttering an “I love you” with each kiss. You smiled and lay on his shoulder after finishing your food.
Summary: You’re a guard in Squid Game, and you realise your ex-boyfriend Doyoung is a player. You’ll do anything to save his life… even risk your own.
Genre: Squid Game AU, Ex!Doyoung, suggestive
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Violence
You never wanted to be part of Squid Game. Yet here you were, trapped in a black mask with a triangle on it, watching innocent people fight to the death.
Everyone was roaming around the large room, trying to pick a shape for the next game. They could either choose a circle, a triangle, a star or an umbrella. You barely noticed what was going on. Though your body was in stiff attention, you were a zombie, barely awake.
Until… you saw something. A gasp stuttered through your lips. Because, marching back and forth in a green player’s tracksuit, was Doyoung. The rush of memories was so strong it almost choked you.
Doyoung was the love of your life, who brutally broke your heart three years ago. He was the fierce, passionate doctor working beside you in the free health clinic you’d set up in Seoul. When you ran out of money and the clinic doors shut… Doyoung blamed you. He trashed your apartment in rage and vanished from your life. You’d never recovered from your break up.
You had no idea Doyoung was in Squid Game. If you’d known, you could’ve helped, protected him-
The thought of Doyoung dying was unbearable.
Love wasn’t like a tap, you couldn’t just turn it off. The truth was, you’d never stopped loving Doyoung.
You had to protect him. But as you stood there, frozen, you saw him join the umbrella line. You’d stirred that sticky sugar all night. You knew the candy game was coming – and picking umbrella was as good as suicide.
You had to direct him to the triangle option - but if you were found to be helping a player, you would be shot in a second.
You suddenly remembered the object in your bra. A piece of candy that you’d stashed to eat later. Gripping your gun, you stepped casually around the sides of the room, stopping close to Doyoung.
His soft, handsome face was the same - only the purple bruise on his cheekbone was new.
When you thought the guards were distracted, you bent down, pretending to fumble with your zip… and dropped the candy by his feet.
Pulse thudding in your ears, you strolled back into position. You prayed: please, please, please understand…
But you looked up, and your heart fell. The candy was lying undisturbed and Doyoung was still standing in the umbrella line. Red-hot frustration crackled through you. Was Doyoung determined to get killed?
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When the candy game started, you were standing in the hot open field. Your breath turned the inside of your mask into a sauna. There were only five minutes left to go, and poor, doomed Doyoung was scratching away at his impossible umbrella shape.
How could you help him?
You caught sight of a long-faced man licking his candy. Yes! The spit could dissolve it! But Doyoung hadn’t noticed, still bent over his own doomed plate.
You edged towards Doyoung. As if you were inspecting his candy, you trained your gun on him, all the time waiting for the bullet in your back, for a square-mask to catch you.
Leaning over, you quickly lifted the bottom of your mask and spit on his candy. Would it work? Could you save him?
Only… the glob of spit missed his candy and wetted the dust near Doyoung. Oh no! You begged him to notice, to put two and two together…
Doyoung did notice, but from the stiffening in his back, you realised he just thought you were bullying him.
You cursed every god who had ever lived. Tears ran hot inside your mask, making you smell salt.
Three minutes left. Doyoung was still scratching to his doom.
In that moment of utter despair, a memory shone in the back of your eyes.
“I wanna be the big spoon,” Doyoung whined, trying to roll you over. You were lying in bed together.
“Why can’t I do it for once? Let me protect you,” you returned.
But with a mischievous chuckle, Doyoung flipped you over and cradled you with the whole solid warmth of his body. You sighed in pleasure, and Doyoung laughed at your obvious satisfaction.
He began placing little, loving kisses in the back of your neck. It tickled so bad that you squirmed around laughing - but inside, you were blazing with warmth.
“Stop! I need to sleep!”
“You don’t need sleep when you’ve got me,” he cooed, slipping the strap of your night dress down your shoulder slowly...
Your eyes refocused, slightly blurred with tears, and you saw something.
Doyoung was furiously licking his candy. Yes! He was way behind the other players, but there was still a chance…
When Doyoung’s number, 47, was called out, you almost drowned in relief. Doyoung had passed the game. He would live another day.
But Squid Game wasn’t over. And Doyoung’s life was still on the line.
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That night, you were pacing around the darkened dormitory, on night duty. Before, you hated night duty - who wanted to get stabbed in the darkness? But now, you loved it. Ever since you realised Doyoung was here, it killed you leave him for even a second. It was all you could do not to stand at the foot of his bed, his secret guardian angel.
You were forcing yourself to walk in the opposite direction from Doyoung – you didn’t want to look suspicious – when someone wrenched your gun out of your hand, pressed their hand over your mouth and pushed your gun into your back.
It happened too quickly to scream. In horror movies, they have swelling violins to warn you something bad will happen. In reality, there’s nothing but terror, thick and fast, filling your mouth like sand.
The hand on your mouth smelled like sickly sweet sugar. You were building up a scream when a husky voice said:
“Make a sound and I’ll shoot you.”
Any normal human being would be terrified by those words, but you felt a rush of relief - because the person speaking was Doyoung. You’d know that voice anywhere.
Doyoung continued, keeping his voice low so only you could hear. “I don’t know who you are or what the hell you want, but you better stop messing with me.”
You tried to say who you were, heart pounding, but it just came out as a muffled moan. The gun pressed harder into your back, making it ache.
“I saw you spit on me! What’s your damn problem?” Doyoung said.
You’d always found Doyoung’s raging temper funny - it was so easy to wind him up. But now, that temper might just kill you.
In a rough motion, Doyoung pulled the gun away from your back, and swivelled you so you were facing him. You sagged. But Doyoung’s hand was still gripping your shoulder.
“I need to see you.”
Doyoung said:
“Take off the mask.”
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Doyoung couldn’t bloody believe it.
First, he had to take part in this murder game. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he now had some triangle-faced thug messing with him?
The guard, who he guessed was a woman from the soft curves evident under the red jumpsuit, was writhing about in his grasp. He almost wanted to laugh - it had been so easy to catch you. Well now you were about to get a taste of your own medicine.
Your hands, trembling, rose to your face. Doyoung could just make out the white triangle in the half-darkness. For some reason, he felt his pulse jumping. What was he expecting? An alien? It was just gonna be some stranger, anyway.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that when he saw your face, something massive would change.
You pulled off your mask, and Doyoung knew that an alien would have been less surprising.
His voice choked out: “Y-Y/n?”
Your heart-shaped face, the startling clearness in your eyes, like you could see right through him… it was all the same. And, god, you were beautiful. You were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, he was sure of that.
A pang of long-forgotten love hit his chest.
And just as strongly, came a pang of guilt as he remembered how he’d broken up with you in your darkest hour. Doyoung had spent every night fretting about you, bringing food to your mother, too ashamed to see you face to face because of what he’d done.
Of course he still loved you.
“I’m so sorry, I only just realised you were here, I was trying to help you, but I couldn’t…” you started.
You broke off, but Doyoung suddenly understood what you were saying. The spit, the candy… You had been trying to help him. The selflessness of it was unbelievable.
“After all I did… don’t you want to see me dead?” He asked, and realised he meant it.
You scoffed, hurt flashing over your face. “Want you dead? I could never! Doyoung, I love-“
You broke off, biting your lip like you’d said something wrong.
A smile spreading over his face, Doyoung stepped forward and gently cupped the side of your face. The skin was so soft it brought tears to his eyes.
For the first time in three years, he felt happy as he said, “Y/n, I still love you too. I’m so sorry about everything I did in the past.”
He met your lips in the lightest of kisses, like an accidental brushing of skin, a breath of wind. But in that small meeting of lips was enough love to light up the whole room in a million colours.
Doyoung pulled back, but you leant forwards and kissed him once more, deeper, urgently, like a promise sealed with the touching of tongues.
When it was complete, you held one of Doyoung’s hands with both of yours. “You’re gonna get out of here. I know you will.”
Smiling, Doyoung pressed a kiss to your knuckles and met your eyes in fiery determination.
“We’re gonna get out of here. I know we will.”
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