#squidgame x reader

[littlescorp1o]

he’s so awkward i love him

[vrystalius]

Baby fever.

Gong Yoo has forbidden himself to fantasise about a peaceful family life. He does not deserve one, neither does he deserve you as as his partner.

Pairing: Recruiter/Gong Yoo x afab!reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: You’re noticing how your husband has been acting a little distant lately but he keeps acting like nothing is wrong. You decide to confront him.

Words: 1.1k

Genre: angsty fluff

Warning: Pregnancy description, spoilers for his backstory

(Here are some HCs on him and other Squid game men as dads and how they act during your pregnancy if you’re interested!!)

He mainly married you to keep up his appearances to the public. That’s what he believed your marriage to be in the beginning anyway, but falling for you hit him like a truck Gong Yoo missed to spot while crossing the street. Now he can barely step outside the door without thinking about you, your safety, your cute face, your lips and whatever else there is to possibly think about a person.

Imagining you pregnant was a rather frequent fantasy he had. Not in a perverse way that could make one wonder about how sane he exactly is, but rather about how adorable you’d look when you waddle around the apartment, how it would feel to hold you from behind and lift your heavy belly for you, the sight of new stretch marks decorating your body more and more, listening to you baby’s heartbeat.

Even the unpleasant aspects of a pregnancy seem appealing to him for some reason. Holding your hair during a wave of morning sickness and emptying your stomach’s contents into the toilet, preparing a warm bath for your swollen feet, odd cravings where he can only pray for his child’s health while you inhale your exotic plate with a smile.

While future players of the game slam their dakji square against the one on the floor, Gong Yoo stood there with his arms behind his back, literally drowning in a baby fever. Only the sound of the square hitting the other and failing to flip over unpleasantly ripped him out of the trance, reminding him of his occupation that would make it much harder to have a simple, oblivious and lovely family life.

You noticed how much somber your husband has gotten lately. Sure, he was still affectionate as ever and never failed to bring flowers, chocolate or whatever else you desired, but you could see how something was clearly bothering him. Asking what is bothering him will only result in him using his charming recruiter persona to deflect your worries right back at you, bastard.

One evening, while your legs were draped over his thighs after making yourselves comfortable on the couch, empty take out boxes on the coffee table in front of you. You were the only one paying attention to the TV broadcast though.

Your husband’s fingers slowly traced invisible patters on your thigh while his eyes glossed over nothing.

“You’re so quiet lately. Did something happen at work?” Gong Yoo’s eyes slowly shifted to look at you, his hand coming to a stop on your thigh right above your knee. He leaned his head back against the couch cushion. “I’m just thinking a lot about you lately. You’re quite distracting, you know that?”

Again, he’s deflection your worry and question to turn it right back at you. Unamused, you slid your legs off his lap and lifted yourself from your comfortably lying position. You were clearly unamused and he could tell. A small sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes for a moment. “No, nothing happened at work. I’m really thinking about you a lot lately.”

“Then exactly are you thinking about then?” You noticed his eyes trying to shift away from you, anywhere else than to look into your eyes. Your hand gently took his into yours, your fingers interlocking with his. You watched him glance down at your two rings, the rings that symbolise marriage and partnership. He emitted a deeper sigh. “I’m thinking about our future together, I suppose.”

You cocked your head in confusion. “Kids. I’m thinking about kids.” Gong Yoo elaborated. “Our kids to be exact.” His grip on your hand got a little tighter as if you’re about to pull away. Instead, you pulled his hand towards yourself. “So… what do you think?” You mumbled, briefly running your fingers through his hair.

Your husband shrugged, his lips turning into a small frown. “I want them, don’t get me wrong, I just— I don’t know. I’m not sure if I…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “If you want them with me, if I would be a good father… My own father wasn’t the greatest and what if I’m going to be just like him, you know?”

Silence fell between you two, the TV serving as l white noise in the background. An endearing smile broke out on your face as you ran your knuckles over his surprisingly sweaty cheek. Opening up to you takes a toll put of him apparently. His eyes closed shut as you briefly admired his lashes fluttered against his skin. His whole face softened.

“So, firstly, I do want children with you and only you. Remember that.” The cold metal of your ring made Gong Yoo shiver under your touch. Your hand cupped his cheek as he slowly opened his eyes again. “Secondly, you’ll be a good father, someone yours never was.”

Your husband scoffed slightly as a larger smile began to break out on his face. It was a little funny to him how you answered him so honestly and kindly, not even knowing the full story between him and his father and how it ended.

Your words did warm his heart. The fantasy of a perfect life with you didn’t seem so taboo anymore, so distant and unreachable. It felt like it was just a moment away.

Gong Yoo leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on your lips, his lips felt soft and gentle. His warm breath fanned your face as his hand slipped out of yours to cup your cheek and angle your face for his tongue to briefly slip between your lips. Pulling away, his forehead rested against yours as his eyes stared into yours.

“Do you mean that? Are you really sure?” You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how nervous he really was. “I am as sure as I was when I married you, dear.”

Your husband leaned back in for another kiss, this one was much more brief, teasing almost. “Well would you… like to start trying? For a child I mean.”

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

As I am posting this I am around 2-3 hours away from arriving at the ski resort. Half of this was written while I was a little nauseous so apologies for any inconsistencies or mistakes as I was in and out of it. The other half was written while I listened to a mix of J-Pop, K-Pop, Hamilton musical, Rap, Odetari. My music taste is quite unique :,) Anyways, I’ll be posting again soon or tonight! It’s going to be either about Thanos or In-ho!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, DRINK and SLEEP enough!!

Take care or yourselves <3

[lesmiix]

Okay I’m a little embarrassed to ask something so explicit but I was wondering if you could do a oneshot with giving Hyun-ju head (pre-bottom surgery) and her being super whiny and needy

GUYS I'M FINALLY BACKKKK heheh

NSFW ONE SHOT: Feel it.

Cho Hyun-ju x g/n!reader.

Summary: Giving head to Hyun-ju 🤭 Warnings: Pre-SRS. Gender of the reader is not specified. Smut. a/n: Title is giving Ayesha Erotica

🤎HYUN-JU REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN!🤎

The wet sounds filled the living room, the sudden moans coming from your lover making you shudder.

Your hands traveled her body; neck, shoulders, breasts, waist, stomach. Caressing her skin so subtly she squirmed under you.

You sat on her lap, making out with your girlfriend and peeling off each other's clothes. You slid out your tongue, caressing hers and making Hyunju moan against your lips once again.

You didn't know for how long you both had been like this, but long enough to feel a boner raising in her underwear. Your hips moved forward unconsciously, rubbing yourself against her crotch, and a soft whimper left her throat.

"What was that, my love?" You teased. Her hands moved to your hair, pulling it soft enough not to hurt.

Hyunju didn't was definitely not paying attention to you, the fog in her mind blocking any coherent thoughts. But her hips moved forward, with a low "Mhmm", looking for contact, making you know where she needed the most.

You chuckled, loving the reaction you were having on her, loving how crazy you drove her.

You moved your kisses lower, covering each part of her body, until you finally got on your knees in front of her, kissing her inner thighs as you hold them still with your hands.

Hyunju's breath got caught when your lips moved forward to her boxers, giving small pecks to her clothed girldick, twitching under your touch, anxious to get out of the fabric.

"You're so needy, aren't you, Ju-ju?"

Her eyes rolled all the way to the back of her head. Fuck, that nickname drove her crazy. And the way you looked up at her when dirty talking to her.

She nodded in response, looking back at you.

"Use your words, honey, I don't understand." You teased even harder, moving your index finger freely around her crotch. Her breathing getting heavier.

She hesitated for one second, but deep down she knew it was the only way for you to give her what she wanted.

"Please... I need you... I'll do anything you want but please I want you so so bad"

The smirk on your face grew wider, and finally gave in.

You helped her get her boxers off, and your mouth watered instantly when seeing her girldick hang freely. God, it was harder than you expected. Your eyes looked up at her, looking for consent, and when she gave it to you, you got to work.

Your hand wrapped her perfectly, and you moved your face forward, starting off by giving her kitty licks to the tip, sucking off the small amount of precum that was there.

She was warm, so warm you wanted to take her whole instantly, but you had to hold yourself back.

Her moans were soft, yet needy. She threw her head back, trying to control the sensation when your tongue increased the speed.

She twitched under your touch again. Your hand stroking her and your tongues feeling on her tip made her whimper louder than before.

"Shit... that's it, that's it... fuck, that feels good." Her moans filled the whole room. Making your mind go blurry.

So you finally took her whole length inside you mouth.

You started off by sucking her tip, then moving slowly forward, leaving your tongue on the bottom of your mouth to not hurt her with your teeth.

And you moved lower and lower, until you had her all in your throat. You moved your head up and down. Slowly at first but increasing speed when she relaxed her body, again getting her tense.

It wasn't until you gaged that you forced yourself to slow down. But Hyunju rested her hand in the back of your head again, holding to your hair and moving your head at the rhythm she wanted.

Her whimpers were more rushed now, more desperate, and that's when you knew she was close. You switched your speed, only to overstimulate her when she finally came in your mouth.

You both separated, keeping eye contact as you swallowed the little amount of cum you had in your mouth and lips.

"Fuck you taste so sweet" You said, as she cleaning the rest of cum that was in the corner of your lips.

"You can always have more if you want." She was the one teasing this time. And to be fair, you didn't deny the offer, getting to work once again and taking a few orgasms out of her.

[setarepersian]

Frontman x you | A wife he never chose

The air was cold. Merciless.

The pale sun cast a dull light over the lifeless asphalt.

A twisted children's melody echoed through the wide-open space.

Among rows of numbered players stood a woman, half-hidden, with her hair tied back and a loose tracksuit hanging off her frame. But her eyes — her eyes burned with something fierce.

She was the Front Man’s wife — legally bound, forcefully so.

She had entered the game without warning. Not out of ignorance.

Not out of recklessness.

But to drive that cold, cruel, controlling man insane.

The one who had been “playing husband” for years only because her father’s will said so.

Her hands were trembling.

Yes, she was scared of dying.

But the tiny flicker of delight — imagining In-ho's panic when he saw her face on that monitor — made the corners of her lips curl into a smirk.

“Let’s see how much I matter to you... boss.”

And that thought alone made her feel alive.

It didn’t matter whether she survived or not — just knowing that she had joined the game without his knowledge, that she could die at any moment, and he couldn’t stop it...

That was enough to satisfy her.

---

Control Room – Live Feed – Same Time

Like always, the Front Man stood behind the control panel. His black mask revealed nothing, but his gaze was razor-sharp.

In one hand, he held a crystal glass filled with whiskey, sipping it slowly like always.

Until...

The screen zoomed in on a face.

His eyes widened behind the mask.

The glass slipped from his fingers, shattering violently against the wall.

Amber liquid splattered across the dark floor like blood.

– He whispered, stunned:

“No… That can’t be…”

His breath caught.

He tore off his mask. His hands trembled.

Furious, he lunged toward the phone.

– He shouted:

“Stop the game! NOW, goddamn it!”

A calm but sharp voice crackled through the VIP line:

“We’re just starting to enjoy ourselves. What’s the problem, Front Man?”

He couldn’t say the truth.

He couldn’t admit that one of the players… was his wife.

No one had ever seen her face. No one knew her identity.

When they had placed Il-nam in the game, they had disabled all sensors around him. He was never in real danger.

But her?

She was unprotected. Just like the rest. Just like prey.

---

Game Field – Moments Later

She focused hard — step by step — but suddenly, someone bumped into her.

A boy with messy purple hair.

She slipped. Her feet slid forward. Her chest seized.

But just before she fell, a hand grabbed her arm.

Gi-hun.

Like a hero in the chaos, he caught her.

The giant doll turned its head slowly.

Deathly silence followed.

The sensors didn’t detect movement.

She was safe.

Alive.

---

Control Room – Same Moment

The Front Man stared at the monitor.

Breathing heavy.

His heart pounded violently in his chest.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling it back roughly.

Silence wrapped around him.

Only his ragged breathing filled the space.

– He whispered, shaking:

“Fine... I’m coming in myself.”

---

Dormitory – Hours Later – Nightfall

Players gathered in the temporary dormitory.

She sat quietly in the corner. Tired. But alive.

And then — Top, the boy with the purple hair, slithered up next to her.

That same smirk on his lips. Eyes full of unwanted intent.

– He grinned:

“You're too pretty for this game. I should stick close to you.”

And suddenly—

A punch cracked across his jaw.

He hit the floor.

Bleeding from his nose.

The Front Man stood over him — now dressed like a player, his face bare, his eyes blazing like a firestorm straight out of hell.

Fists. Shouts. Blood.

Top curled up on the ground.

She rushed over, grabbed his arm.

– “Oppa! You’re going too far! He’s going to die like this!”

Top, dazed and in pain, wheezed out:

– “Oppa...? You’re... with this old man?”

The Front Man lunged again, but she pulled him back.

Dragged him away.

Toward the corner of the beds.

---

Low Light – Beside the Beds

He was still panting.

His eyes wild with barely contained rage.

He yanked her wrist — hard — and threw her down on the bed.

Her hair was a mess, her chest rising and falling.

She looked up at him. Silent.

But her eyes screamed a thousand words.

He leaned down.

Face inches from hers.

– Through gritted teeth:

“Give me one reason. One fucking reason not to kill you right now.”

She smirked. Voice calm. Defiant.

– “You only became the boss here under one condition — that you keep me alive. That was my father’s will. Remember?”

He grabbed her collar.

Pulled her closer until their faces were almost touching.

– Growling:

“The moment I get you out of here, I swear — you’ll never see the sunlight again, Yubo. Say goodbye to your college friends and your sick little freedom.”

Footsteps approached. Other players coming near.

He shoved her back hard.

She fell onto the bed again, groaning.

He sat down on the bed next to hers.

In silence.

Never taking his eyes off her.

She wasn’t just another player anymore.

Keeping her alive...

was the condition of his power.

His control.

And maybe — just maybe — the only thing left anchoring his broken soul.

Writting by Setare

The full story is here (Click Link)

Thanks for the support 🧡💫

Tag list: @theredvelvetbitch @startled-cats @izsoh

[sunshinefever]

my taste in men

[no1abbygooner]

When I find the most precious fanfic ever, but then I see the tag pregnancy so I lwk just jump

[gothlnlove]

namgyu loving mirror sex, whether it's at home in your bedroom or the mirrored VIP rooms at the club, he loves seeing you fuck in the mirror and sure loves making you watch yourself take his cock too

Nam-gyu x fem! reader

18+ content ahead ! || mirror sex, voyeurism(?), rough sex, possessive, creampie, cum play, cum leaking, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, light choking, breath play, spanking, edging, breeding talk, semi-public sex, risk of getting caught, exhibitionism risk (?), marking, strong language, consensual rough sex

The rain was pouring hard over Seoul when Namgyu finally dragged the heavy, second-hand full-length mirror up the narrow stairs to your tiny one-bedroom apartment. His shoulders ached from carrying it three blocks from the junk shop, but the grin on his face made it worth every strained muscle. The apartment was barely 25 square meters, cramped, with peeling paint on the walls, a sagging bed that took up most of the space, and a kitchenette so small you could barely cook together without bumping hips. Rent was always a struggle on his MD salary from Club Pentagon, where tips were good but inconsistent. Still, tonight he looked proud as hell.

He leaned the mirror against the only free wall, opposite the bed, and wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “What do you think, baby?” he asked, pulling you close by the waist. “I saw it and immediately thought of us. Now I can watch my pretty girl every single time I fuck you senseless.”

You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that always made your knees weak. The two of you were borderline broke, surviving on late-night convenience store meals and his irregular club hours. But moments like this, when he looked at you like you were the only good thing in his chaotic life, made everything feel lighter.

That night started innocently enough. After he showered off the rain and club smell, you both collapsed onto the bed in nothing but underwear, cuddling under the thin blanket. Namgyu pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while his fingers traced lazy circles on your bare back. The city noise hummed faintly outside the window.

“Long shift?” you murmured against his skin.

“Fucking exhausting,” he admitted, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Drunk assholes in VIP, staff drama, loud music until my ears rang. But coming home to you… this makes it all disappear, sweetheart.” His voice softened with genuine affection. “I love you. You know that, right? Even when we’re scraping by in this shoebox.”

You tilted your head up and kissed him, slow at first, full of warmth and quiet emotion. The cuddle deepened naturally. His hand slid down to squeeze your ass, your leg hooked over his hip. Heat built between you as the kisses turned hungrier, tongues tangling, breaths growing heavier.

Namgyu rolled you onto your side so you were both facing the brand-new mirror. “Look at us, princess,” he whispered, voice already thickening with lust. “See how perfect you look in my arms?”

His hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing you over your panties until the fabric was soaked. He teased you like that for long minutes, kissing your neck, sucking light marks into your shoulder, fingers circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you whimper and rock against him. Only when you were begging softly did he strip the last bits of clothing off both of you.

He positioned you on all fours facing the mirror, kneeling behind you. His cock was already rock-hard, thick and heavy as he rubbed the head through your dripping folds, coating himself in your slick.

“Hands on the bed, baby. Eyes on the mirror the whole time,” he ordered, voice rough but loving.

You obeyed, palms pressing into the mattress as he pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching your tight pussy open. The reflection showed everything in explicit detail: your mouth falling open in a moan, your breasts hanging and swaying, the way your ass cheeks spread as he sank deep until his hips met your skin.

“Fuck, angel… so tight and wet for me,” he groaned, staying buried for a moment to savor it. Then he started thrusting, long deep strokes that dragged his cock against every sensitive ridge inside you. “Watch how your pretty cunt swallows me. Look at that creamy ring forming at the base. You’re making such a mess already.”

He fucked you steadily, building speed while one hand reached around to rub your swollen clit and the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave faint marks. The wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching around his cock filled the small room. In the mirror you watched your own face contort in pleasure, tits bouncing heavily with every powerful thrust, nipples tight and dark.

Namgyu leaned over your back, changing the angle so he hit that spongy spot inside you with every stroke. “That’s it, sweetheart. Moan louder. Let the neighbors hear how well my baby takes this cock.” He slapped your ass sharply once, twice. The sting bloomed into heat that made you clench harder around him.

He edged you beautifully, slowing down when you got close, only to speed up again while whispering dirty praises. “Look at your slutty little reflection. Blushing so hard but your pussy is gushing down my balls. You love watching yourself get railed, don’t you, princess?”

When your orgasm finally tore through you, your walls spasmed violently around his thick length. You squirted slightly onto the sheets as you cried out his name. Namgyu fucked you through it relentlessly, then pulled out at the last second and painted thick ropes of cum across your ass and lower back, groaning deeply as he marked you.

Aftercare was immediate and tender. He grabbed a warm damp towel from the tiny bathroom and gently cleaned every drop of his release off your skin, then wiped carefully between your legs, soothing your sensitive folds with soft strokes. “You were so good for me, baby,” he murmured, kissing the marks he’d left on your hips and ass. He pulled you into his arms on the bed, wrapping the blanket around both of you as he cradled you against his chest.

Soft kisses rained over your face: your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, and finally your lips. “My beautiful girl. I don’t know what I’d do without you in this crazy city.” His fingers stroked your hair while you both came down, hearts slowing together in the quiet apartment. The new mirror reflected the intimate aftermath: the two of you tangled, flushed, and safe in each other’s arms.

A few nights later, Club Pentagon was in full chaotic swing. Bass vibrated through the floors of the Gangnam club as strobe lights cut through the haze of smoke and perfume. Namgyu, dressed in his usual sharp black button-up with sleeves rolled up, was in the middle of coordinating VIP bottle service when he spotted you slipping in through the side entrance he’d told you about.

His eyes darkened the moment they landed on you. Without hesitation, he crossed the crowded floor, grabbed your hand, and pulled you through the staff-only hallway with purposeful strides.

“Missed this pretty face all night,” he growled low in your ear as he shoved open the door to the small employee bathroom, locked it behind you, and pushed you against the sink counter. The mirror above it was large and brightly lit, perfect for what he had in mind.

There was no slow buildup this time. The risk of getting caught, the loud music thumping just outside, and days of pent-up need made him feral. He kissed you hard and messy, tongue fucking your mouth while his hands yanked your skirt up and ripped your panties down your legs in one rough motion.

“On the counter, baby. Spread those legs wide for me,” he commanded, already freeing his thick, leaking cock from his pants.

You hopped up, thighs parting as he stepped between them. He didn’t bother with much foreplay. He simply rubbed his cockhead through your already slick folds a few times before slamming in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned deliciously, forcing a loud moan from your throat.

“Fuck, yes, angel. Take every fucking inch,” he snarled, eyes locked on the mirror where he could watch himself disappear inside your tight pussy over and over. He set a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping hard and fast. The wet slapping of skin echoed off the tiled walls.

He was kinkier tonight, possessive and rough. One hand wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin while the other pinched and twisted your nipples through your top. “Look in the mirror, princess. Watch how your slutty cunt creams all over my cock while I choke you. Such a dirty little whore for me, dripping in the employee bathroom like this.”

He fucked you deeper, angling to hit your g-spot relentlessly until your eyes rolled back. Then he pulled out suddenly, spun you around so your front pressed against the sink, and took you from behind. Your hands braced on the counter as he railed you harder, one foot planted on the edge of the sink to open you wider. The mirror showed the obscene sight perfectly: your face flushed and moaning, tits spilling out of your top, his thick cock pistoning in and out of your swollen pussy, balls slapping against your clit with every thrust.

“Gonna fill this greedy pussy up,” he grunted, reaching around to rub your clit in fast, messy circles. “And you’re going to walk around my club with my cum leaking down your thighs. Everyone’s going to wonder why you’re glowing while my load is deep inside you.”

You came hard around him, walls milking his cock as your legs shook violently. Namgyu buried himself to the root and unloaded, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into your pulsing cunt with a deep, guttural groan.

He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. Then the aftercare kicked in even in the risky bathroom. He pulled out slowly, kissed the back of your neck tenderly, and turned you to face him. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you softly, deeply, full of emotion despite the filth.

“You okay, sweetheart? Did I go too hard?” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek.

When you shook your head and smiled, he reached down and gently pulled your panties back up your legs, settling them snugly against your cum-filled pussy. A little of his release already seeped into the fabric. “Keep it inside, baby. I want you feeling me all night while you’re here. Every step, every time you sit down, you’ll remember who owns this pretty cunt.”

He helped straighten your clothes, fixed your hair with gentle fingers, and kissed you again, slow and loving, before unlocking the door. With one last possessive squeeze of your ass and a whispered “I love you,” he sent you back out into the pulsing club. His warm cum slowly leaked into your panties as you walked on shaky legs, marked and claimed by him in the middle of Seoul’s chaotic nightlife.

Even in the struggle of your broke apartment life and his demanding job, moments like these reminded you both why you kept fighting for each other.

this has been sitting in my drafts for a WHILE

here take it damn

tags|| @iphezx @namsgyu @arbitrarykiwii @arbitrarykiwi @papxj @moontabi

[wtfaniii]

I can do it alone, but he can also save me

Fem reader x Hwang In-ho / Fem reader x Hwang Jun-ho

Part 1 Part 2

"Jun-ho's girlfriend was a decorated policegirl, strong and brave, she, along with Gi-hun were taken to the games to stop them, however, there was a setback in between"

Note: Thank you for welcoming me so well on this platform! I'm still learning how to use it, sorry, Wattpad is my thing LOL But I'm understanding it more now

Warning: Maybe some drama? Some violence and discreet flirting

The reader doesn't know who is In-ho, Jun-ho refused to talk about his past with her, so she is engrossed in the true identity of this handsome man.

Well, the plan hadn't worked out the way they wanted.

They had taken away their trackers and any object, even the smallest, that they could use to defend themselves.

—Now what do we do... —Gi-hun muttered more to himself but audible to the girl in front him.

—I think the best thing to do now would be not to die —she answered seriously, the vows had been made and unfortunately, despite Gi-hun's attempts to persuade the players to withdraw, staying had been the final decision —For now we must eat if we want to win the next game —She added holding out in front of him the food the guards were giving them, but he refused to take it, he looked so lost in his own mind that she had no choice but to sigh and sit down next to him.

—Come on, open your mouth, belly full and heart happy —Jung-bae, Gi-hun's friend sitting on his right side, spoke while holding a spoon with the egg in front of his face.

—Last time I was here, many innocent people died —Gi-hun said, looking at his friend seriously. He wanted to convince him that everything he said was true and that they should leave there as soon as possible.

—Help us then.

There was a third voice that caught the girl's attention, it was number 001, the one who had the decisive vote and preferred to stay, whoever had the blue circle was a suicidal person from her perspective.

The rest of the players surrounded them waiting for some advice or positive words from the previous winner.

The girl just listened attentively to each of them, but the most interested was 001. He asked him more concise questions and spoke confidently, as if these games were not very different from the ones they played at recess when they were little.

Something that seemed curious to her.

He felt her gaze so turned it towards her so he could look the police in the eye.

Of course he had investigated her, from the moment she searched for her boyfriend on land and sea, he wouldn't say it out loud but his brother was lucky because if it hadn't been for her him would be dead under water.

Her eyes looked at him with caution and analysis, like a cat looking at a dog with distrust but ready to scratch if the situation arose.

He found it interesting.

After the rest of the players left, 001 stayed with them to continue talking until the conversation increased in tension, Gi-hun complained to him, if he hadn't voted for the circle they would have left there.

—Fine, let's stop this conversation now, there's no point in blaming each other —Jung-bae said to avoid any upcoming fight.

—That's right, now what we have to do is be prepared for the next game —She said —We have a bit of an advantage —added, looking at Gi-hun.

—I would like to join too —said number 388 jumping out of his bed.

He introduced himself as Dae-ho and the conversation changed from the winning player to the navy and the fact that both he and Jung-bae had been members.

It seemed like they would get along well and be a good team, however, the atmosphere became tense again when the purple-haired boy with the number 230 threw player 333 to the ground, being followed by 124, who kicked him in the face.

—¿Shouldn't we tell them to stop? — Jung-bae asked.

—Yes...

Seeing that neither of the two men was going to intervene, the girl stood up and walked towards them.

—That's enough, two against one isn't fair.

—You better stay out of this —Thanos pointed at her angrily, but after looking at her closely, he let out a laugh and clapped his hands, which echoed throughout the room and caught everyone's attention —I know you, you... policegirl, you arrested me a month ago.

Now she remembered it too, of course, that snobby rapper who tried to bribe her after she caught him buying and transporting drugs but she decided to ignore him and walked to 333 to shake his hand. —Get up

Before he could accept her kind gesture, Thanos pushed her back failing to knock down.

—This is not your playground, policegirl, I can do whatever the fuck I want here.

She remained silent, still with head held high, she was not afraid of him at all, she could easily defeat him but did not have time to do or say anything when 001 intervened.

—That's no way to talk to a lady.

She could defend herself, she didn't need any man to speak for her, however, that sentence seemed quite chivalrous, Jun-ho also intervened for her from time to time and that was a gesture that inevitably made her smile.

A smile that In-ho noticed.

—Is she your girlfriend? Or do you just fuck her? —As soon as he finished the word, In-ho already had him firmly held by the hair.

124 ran towards them with the intention of helping the purple-haired boy but in the blink of an eye he was already on the ground, the girl had knocked down with a kick.

With just three blows, In-ho subdued Thanos and pinned to the ground.

She silently analyzed him again, those movements were too precise to be from someone without experience, he could have been part of the police or even the navy.

They were congratulated with applause when the 230 began to gasp for air and forgiveness. As returned to their place, they both formally introduced themselves by giving respective names, a sign of trust.

Once again In-ho confirmed what thought, she was a respectable and valuable woman, one he would like to challenge more than should have for having gotten into these games.

N/A: I wanted to make a fic with a theme like that HAHA