- High and mighty
Pairing: Nam-gyu x reader
Warning: Manipulation, Violence, Swearing, Power imbalance
Word count: 730
a/n: it's been so long since ive written a ff 😭 holy exams have been so shitty but anyways first squid game ff yay!! (Nam-gyu had me barking like a dog so yeah I had to)
You run through the narrow, suffocating spaces — zigzagging through dark corridors and enclosed stairwells. You’re trembling. Your legs feel like they could collapse beneath you at any second. Every breath comes out shallow, panicked. Sweat pours down your back as you cling to the hope that you’ll make it another minute, another hallway, another breath.
A door appears at the end of the hallway.
You fumble with the handle, hands shaking uncontrollably. It won't open at first — it sticks. But with one desperate push, it gives way, and you stumble inside. Just in time — a red player storms past, chasing another blue player. You slam the door shut, chest heaving.
You lean against the wall and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes. You don’t want to die. Not like this.
Your heart races. Your mind screams. And then—
The door creaks open behind you.
You freeze.
A figure steps through, slowly. A shadow you already know too well. Nam-Gyu.
Blood on his face. Three keys around his neck. That same quiet, unsettling smile.
Your heart drops into your stomach.
This is it. This is where you die.
“Hey, hey now…” he says, laughing low. “Don’t be afraid.”
He shuts the door behind him with a casual click. Like he’s closing the lid of your coffin.
He walks slowly toward you, savoring every step. Your knees shake. Your body trembles uncontrollably.
He crouches down in front of you, like he’s inspecting something weak. Something… pitiful.
The small, dull knife spins lazily in his fingers — the same knife he’s used to slit people’s throats just minutes ago.
“Y/n,” he says your name like it tastes bitter. “I know you. Don’t act like I don’t. Thanos’s little bitch. High and mighty. Dancing in his club like you were untouchable.”
He laughs again, sad and twisted.
“Now look at you. Fucking trembling.”
You open your mouth to speak, but only air comes out.
“I knew Thanos liked you,” Nam-Gyu mutters, eyes darkening. “So I went along with it. But he was a bitch. A fucking joke.”
His voice rises suddenly.
“I’m glad he’s dead. Fuck him!”
He slams his fist against the wall, then exhales — slow, shaky — like he’s trying to calm the storm.
Then he lifts the knife. Gently. And drags the flat of the blade along your neck.
“I used to wonder what Dast thought of you…” he says, voice barely a whisper. “I know he had his little collection of bitches. But you… you confused me.”
He leans closer, blade still tracing your skin.
“You act like you don’t care. Like nothing touches you. But now look at you — trembling, crying, begging.”
“Please…” you whisper. “Please don’t kill me.”
He pauses.
“I was thinking about it,” he murmurs.
Suddenly, he grabs your hair, fisting it hard and pulling your face close to his. You gasp.
He stares deep into your eyes — like he’s searching for something hidden, something vulnerable.
Your gaze drops, just for a second — and that’s when you see it: Thanos’s silver cross. Hanging from Nam-Gyu’s neck.
Your breath catches. He’s not just dangerous. He’s unraveling.
“Let’s make a deal,” he says darkly, voice shifting again. “Buy me the exits in the next five minutes, and I’ll spare that pathetic little life of yours. If not? I’ll send you to Dast myself.”
He laughs — loud and cruel.
“Aw, don’t be scared. I’m sure you can do it,” he adds, ruffling your hair like you’re a child. Then he stands.
Before leaving, he turns one last time.
“And y/n?” he says, eyes gleaming. “Try not to die before I get to you. I’d rather do that myself.”
He blows you a fake kiss — just like Thanos used to — and says your name again, the same mocking way.
Then he’s gone.