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the great war

“my hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the great war.”

pairing: peeta mellark x reader

summary: in which you are hijacked by the capitol and peeta will do anything in his power to get you back

requested !

warnings/contains: hijacking, chocking, angst?? lmk if i should add more

a/n: i had this idea for a very very long time and this request convinced me to finish it!!! i’m so sorry this sucks and there will definitely be a part two 😝

The giggles leaving your lips as Peeta follows you were like music to his ears. With his hand in yours he wished he could capture this moment and remember it forever. He loved everything about you, every single part of you. But what he loved the most was your smile.

Your smile reminded him of the sunset, something he could stare at for hours and never get bored of. You quickened your pace, your laughter never dying down. Peeta chuckled, and quickly followed after you, not wanting to lose his grip on your hand.

But as you kept moving faster and faster, his hand came closer to slipping from yours. Your laughter died down and your surroundings started to change. Slowly, but surely, Peeta was back in the arena. The arena he knew all too well. You threw your head over your shoulder in fear, yelling at Peeta to run faster. Peeta’s mind was completely clouded, he had no clue about what was going on. But his feet carried him anyway, as if they had a mind of their own.

Peeta tried to reach out for your hand, wanting some comfort during these events. But just when your fingertips touched his, an arrow flew towards the sky, hitting the dome right when the lighting was about to strike. Peeta watched as you were blown away from him and screamed your name.

He woke up screaming, sweat beads dripping from his face. “It’s okay, Peeta. You had that one bad dream again.” Haymitch muttered. He was seated on a chair beside Peeta’s bed, his gaze fixated on his hands.

Peeta turned his head to look at him, his breaths heavy as he tried to process the nightmare he has had for the millionth time this week. Haymitch shook his head, knowing who Peeta was searching for as he scanned the room, “The capitol has her, remember?”

Peeta let that sink in like he did every single time he had woken up the past week.

Haymitch got up from his seat, walking towards the exit of the room, “You should get dressed, kid, lunch is in five.” He threw a sympathetic look Peeta’s way, because he too was upset that the capitol had taken you. Haymitch opened his mouth to tell Peeta something, but left the room, leaving Peeta in misery at the thought of you.

The moment he lost you haunted him day and night. He remembered when he had woken up in a plane, right after the dome had blown up. Peeta remembered hearing voices, talking about how they couldn’t find you when they saved everyone. He fell back to sleep right at that moment, and dreamed of you until he woke up the day after. Peeta could remember how furious he had gotten when he had heard about how they had forgotten you. Everyone tried to calm him down and eventually, after a very long time, he did. But that didn’t mean he was just okay with it.

Quite the opposite actually.

Peeta got up from his bed, not a single bone in him wanting to continue this any longer. But he had to. He hadn’t seen or heard from you in a week and he had to admit, even a minute without you was like his world wasn’t real. While changing his clothes, he wished, just like everyday, that he was the one who was taken by the capitol, not you. You were supposed to be the one being saved. Not him.

Haymitch had promised him.

His train of thoughts continued as he made his way down the stairs. They continued as he walked into the dining hall, his stare on the ground. Peeta got in line for the food, absentmindedly grabbing something to eat. He despised himself for not knowing where you were. It was eating him alive, and he wanted nothing more than to be with you right now. Suddenly, the screens in the cafetaria turned on, catching every single person’s attention. Including Peeta’s. He walked towards the table Katniss was sitting at, while his eyes were fixated on the screens.

The chatter died down when a message started to play on the screens. “Everyone’s wondering; what happened during the third quarter quell?” Flickerman’s voice made everyone, who wasn’t already looking, look up.

“And whatever it is you’re doing right now, stop doing it….” Peeta’s eyebrows screwed together, confusion hitting him. He locked gazes with Katniss, and he noticed that she was just as confused as he was. Flickerman spoke up once again, “Because you’re gonna want to witness this.”

“To help us answer the question I had stated earlier - a question all of us have been asking ourselves and others - please, welcome-“

The moment you appeared on screen, Peeta’s heart dropped. He sat in a state of absolute shock, however, when he had finally processed that it was in fact you, he got up to walk over. He mumbled your name and if his heart wasn’t already aching for you, it definitely was now. You looked different, almost fragile as you looked at Flickerman. “So, talk us through what happened that night. The night everyone has been talking about non-stop.”

You blinked rapidly, trying your best not to look at the camera and to come up with an answer Snow will be pleased with. “Being in the games, well, it costs a lot. It costs lives. And what happened that night was something that… cost a lot more.”

Peeta didn’t listen from there on, his main focus being on how you looked and acted. He knew that wasn’t the real you, everything you said, the way you said it. It wasn’t you. It was a programmed, entirely different you.

You discussed with Flickerman, standing up for both Peeta and Katniss, since he had something to say about them. When the discussion ended, your turned your head towards the camera, saying what the woman told you to earlier, word for word.

“All of this violence, all of this killing. Why do we do this?” Peeta was so fixated on you, that he didn’t even notice the effect your words had on the people in the cafetaria. You continued, “Killing. Killing’s not the answer and never will be. Everyone should lay down their weapons immediately.”

After Flickerman asked you a final question, to which you answered to with a plead, the screens turned off. The entire room started shouting nonsense, but all Peeta could think about was that you were alive. He had to get you out of there before they would do worse things to you.

From that day on, Peeta and the others stuck in district thirteen did everything in the power to get you back. And every single week there was an interview of you and Flickerman on the screens. The only sign you were still alive. And in every following interview the life in you seemed to lessen.

It took a long while of prepping and practicing, but finally, Peeta was going to have you back. It was a difficult plan to execute and they weren’t even sure it would work, but Peeta held the hope. And thanks to Katniss and Finnick, he wasn’t alone in this.

Thankfully, the plan worked and Peeta couldn’t have been more happier than he was in that moment. He counted the seconds until you were in his arms again.

He was in his room when Haymitch came to bring him the good news that you were back. Peeta couldn’t contain his excitement and he jumped up to follow Haymitch to you.

When he entered the room you were in, Peeta’s heart stopped beating. He was met with your back as the people around you were investigating you and your heartbeat. He whispered your name, almost terrified this wasn’t real.

You lifted your head the sound of your name, the voice making you fill with rage. When you turned your head to look at him, Peeta couldn’t bear to see the sight before him. You looked completely beaten up and vulnerable.

The look on your face as you looked on him went past him while he observed you. He couldn’t believe his eyes, at last you were here with him. Away from the people who had hurt you whole he wasn’t with you.

You let out a yell of rage before jumping straight at him, everything Snow had told you about Peeta ringing in your thoughts.

Peeta couldn’t form a single coherent thought as your hands were wrapped around his neck, choking him mercilessly. You pushed away everyone in the way as they ran at you, your only mission to kill the man laying beneath you.

But before Peeta’s eyes closed in defeat, someone hit your head with a chair.

You fell on top of Peeta, who had been knocked out by the lack of air.

REMINISCE - 박 후민

genre sorta angst (w happy ending) , park humin x reader

cw spoilers for whc2 (takes place after ep8)

word count 1.9k

note i hope u like it and if u do, say thank you jiya because she took the burden of proofreading this

YOU FOUND YOURSELF HERE OFTEN. You stared longingly at the flower shop as you sat on the curb across the shop. You sat there, foolishly expecting for him to walk by the shop coincidentally. And perhaps, when he does, you’d share a glance from a distance and you’d be satisfied. It’s blissful to imagine it, but its fruition still scares you. 

“Are you fucking depressed or something?” 

You look up to see Seongje’s contemptuous smirk as he blocked the light from the streetlight, “No. It would take a lot more for me to be depressed.” You moved aside by habit, despite the fact that there was plenty of space. 

“Our only source of money is gone, that can’t be good for you.” He said as he sat down next to you on the curb. He was right, of course, but there was an underlying sense of relief you felt when you recalled that Na Baekjin was finally defeated. 

“Fuck that shit, dude. I’ll get a scholarship and get the hell out of this shithole.” 

Seongje blinked as he took in your words. He lit up a cigarette silently, as if in thought before turning towards you speaking again, “Don’t tell me you’ve been waiting for the union to collapse.” 

“Not really.” You said at first but one pointed look from him and you sighed and spilled  your true feelings, “I wasn’t particularly fond of or dependent on the union. Since Seowon joined the union, I had to join if I wanted to survive school.” 

“So, what now? You’re gonna study hard?” He said as he offered you his cig which you graciously took. 

As the smoke clouded your vision, you spoke, “Yeah. And you?” 

“I got the offer to lead the union.” 

You paused and stared at him before looking away, “Don’t accept the offer. Choi is gonna fuck you up at the slightest slip up.”

“Relax. I am not going to.” He took the cigarette from you and brought it to his lips, “I am going to Jeju.” 

“For what?” You asked almost immediately, curious as to why he would suddenly leave for Jeju.

He shrugged, “It’s a romantic place.” 

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Seongje chuckled as he exhaled, smoke enveloping the two of you. A small smile slipped onto your face as serenity hung in the air. You relished in the knowledge that there will be no more bloody knuckles or late night visits to the pharmacy. You could simply be a teenager like you’d hoped to be. 

You found yourself staring at the shop once again, hoping you’ll catch a glimpse of him. 

“Isn’t this Park Humin’s neighbourhood? I thought you were over him.” 

You shook your head, choosing to be honest because you knew Seongje could see right through it, “I thought so too. And I wish it were true.” You looked up at the sky, barely able to see the stars. It was a shame that they were hidden by the clouds and smoke that covered this city. You wished to be able to see them twinkle. 

Seongje looked at you as if he was aware of why you were here, sitting at this curb, all alone. He flicked the cigarette bum on the ground and turned towards you, “I am scared of swimming.” 

“Wait, what? Then why the fuck are you going to Jeju?” 

“I’ll try to swim. I’ll either learn it, or die trying.” 

You looked at him incredulously, “Are you crazy?”

“I enjoy beating people, what do you think?” He said, “besides, if I never try it, I’ll never know if I can be good at it or not.” 

“And if you drown?” 

“It really isn’t that bad. Someone could help me up. Or I can just save myself.” 

“You’re too cocky for your own good.” You say, looking at the flower shop across you once again. 

Seongje gets up and brushes the dust off of his clothes, “You just need to be cocky enough,” he stretches his hand towards you, “Go see him.” 

You stare at his outstretched hand. You knew what he was talking about. ‘Go to him. Maybe it won’t be that bad.’ 

Except there is no hope for you, or so you believe. Maybe he will look at you with his loving gaze, but what if he looks at you in disdain? What if he walks past you, like a forgotten photograph while you’re still stuck in the frame? The ghost of what you had haunts your thoughts endlessly, and yet your feet don’t move. 

The ghost takes you back to the moment when you first met Humin. You were practically dozing off behind the counter, despite the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. You rested your head on your arms over the counter. 

The bell rang, indicating a customer but you were so drowsy, you barely noticed. A figure rushes inside the shop and you stay in your position, hoping for them to just leave (terrible employee behaviour). You could barely get a wink of sleep due to the sun, until you felt something blocking the rays and sighed contentedly. 

Except there are no curtains on the window. 

You immediately lift your head to see someone’s hand blocking the sunrays. You stare at the man in bewilderment as his eyes widen, as if he wasn’t expecting you to get up. He quickly apologizes as he stepped away from the counter, explaining that you seemed to need sleep. 

You looked away as the blood rushed onto your face, telling him it was alright. Once he walked away, you practically slammed your forehead on the counter of sheer embarrassment. 

You remembered when you clocked out later that day, he was waiting outside the shop. You were surprised to see him again, but he was quick to explain that he felt ‘sorry’ and wanted to make it up to you by getting some ice cream together. You were fully aware what he was playing at, and yet you played along. 

‘It really isn’t that bad.’ Seongje’s words ringed in your ears once again, and the realization dawned on you. You have nothing to lose. You might as well give it a shot.

You stand in front of the flower shop, your hand resting on the cold metal of the door knob. You inhale deeply as your fingers finally curl around the knob and you push it open. 

The familiar sound of the bell rang over your head as you entered the flower shop. The earthy, sweet aroma enters your nostrils as your gaze falls on the multiple bouquets in front of you. A warm yellow lights up the shop, just enough for you to be able to see. A bouquet of stargazer lilies caught your eye, reminding you of Humin once again. The way he would practically break his back to make sure he got you your favourite flowers. 

He would watch you carefully so as to gauge your reaction and would feel satisfied once he saw a smile spread over your face. Humin was observant when it came to you. He observed everything about you and tried his level best to bring a smile to your face, even if it meant embarrassing himself. 

That’s what you missed the most about Humin. You missed his presence, his touch and the comfort he brought you. You yearned for a glimpse of him, hoping that perhaps that would be able to calm your racing heart. But more than that, you missed the version of yourself he introduced to you. The version of you that was happy — truly happy. 

You decided to buy the bouquet and picked it up, despite the lingering feeling of disappointment. 

You knew he would never show up. What would change anyway? You were the one who chose to push Humin away for the union. You were the one who picked the union over him, so how could you be so shameless as to expect him to take you back? 

You turned around and placed the bouquet down on the counter and reached for your wallet to pay for it. You were just taking out the bills when you heard a familiar voice, “You finally came.” 

You looked up from your wallet to see Humin standing behind the counter. You felt as if your heart had stopped within your ribcage as you held onto the edge of the counter for support. He stood behind the counter, a small smile gracing his face as you stood in front of him. You suddenly felt self conscious, as if you felt he could see through your deepest fears. 

His eyes were still as beautiful as ever. He was just as starry eyed as you had remembered him to be. Yet, you were still reminded of the moment you watched tears spill out of his doe eyes. The moment when you caressed his face as he cried and when time froze for you. 

Humin smiled, “I could see you sitting on that curb from here. But, I never had the guts to come out and see you.” He sighed as he continued, “I am not sure if it matters, but I missed you.” 

Before you realised, your own eyes had started brimming up, “Humin..” Your words died on your tongue as you looked at him. Your tears blinded your view and you felt as if everything had come crumbling down on you. You had dreamt of this moment countless times, you had wondered what you would say to him when you finally saw him and now that he was in front of you, you could barely look at him. 

Humin walked out from behind the counter and hesitantly cupped your cheek, “Don’t cry.” 

His words only made you cry harder. You selfishly wanted to lean into his touch, to relish into this feeling of having him close once again.

Humin gently wrapped an arm around and before you knew it, you found yourself pulling him closer. You embraced him like your life depended on it. His scent clouded your mind, and you realised just how much you had missed the comfort within his arms. Your tears stained the fabric of his shirt, your sniffles muffled against his shoulder as you finally spoke, “I am sorry. I should’ve never- I should’ve never let you go,” you sniffled, “I missed you so much.” 

You felt his hand gently rub your back as you finally pulled away and looked into his eyes. Humin smiled again, wiping away the tears with his thumb, “It’s okay.” 

You shook your head, “It’s not. What I did wasn’t-” 

“-okay.” He finished for you, “Except it doesn’t matter.”

“You can’t say that. It does matter. I made a mistake.” 

“You’ve punished yourself a lot over this.” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, “Isn’t that enough? I have no plans to let you go now that you’re here.” 

“I should make it up to you.” You said as you shook your head, the tears drying up on your face. 

Humin chuckled, “Sure. You have all the time in the world to do that.” 

As you walked out from the shop with him after closing, you looked up at the sky one more time. The clouds seemed to have drifted away, revealing the moon and a few stars in the sky.

Humin watched as you looked up at the sky, his fingers entangling with yours, “The moon is so beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” His gaze turns to you while yours is still fixed on the night sky. 

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” Your eyes met and a grin creeped onto your face. 

The clouds had drifted away. The moon illuminates the once dark sky, and something about it feels so familiar to you. 

It is a beautiful night to be in love.

I was wondering if you could make a Gotak scenario if you have time. His shy gf has insecurities about not being experienced in dating since Gotak is her first boyfriend. It could be something she bottles up and she eventually tells him her insecurities and feeling like she's not doing enough when she's feeling down. He could like shut her up with a kiss and basically try to get rid of her insecurities.

I’m SO in love with this idea ?! Omg!! Here let me write this for you

I love you just for you - GOTAK

The two of you are curled up together on the couch, your favourite way of spending the afternoon. He’s got his arm around you, thumb brushing over your shoulder, you’d usually enjoy this moment the most you could but this time you simply weren’t able to. Your thoughts are far away, and heavy.

You’ve been quiet for a while now, and he’s noticed. He always does.

“Hey,” he says gently, turning slightly to look at you, his brown eyes searching your face. “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitate. It’s hard to explain, it feels silly, even. But it’s been building in you for a while, and now that he’s looking at you like that, so open, so genuinely caring, you can’t hold it back anymore.

“It’s just…” You exhale, fingers fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. “I feel like I’m not good at this. Like I don’t know how to be the perfect girlfriend. You’ve always been so good to me and everyone but I really don’t know how to give it back to you”

His expression softens immediately, and before you can say another word, he reaches out, cupping your face with both hands like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held.

“Stop,” he says, gently but firmly, a smile playing at the edge of his lips. “Stop thinking that.” His lips curve into a soft smile, looking at you in adoration

You try to look away, but he leans in, brushing his nose against yours, a sweet and caring gesture. “You’re already perfect in my eyes, that’s more than enough.”

You open your mouth to protest, but before a single word can escape, he kisses you, soft, slow, lingering. Like he’s trying to press all his reassurance into you without needing to say another thing. Both of his hands holding your face still.

When he pulls away, he gives you the same eyes he always gives you when he’s so grateful of you

“Loving you isn’t about you ticking boxes or knowing all the right things,” he whispers. “As cringy as it sounds, I love you, for you.”

Your eyes sting a little, and you laugh through the tears starting to form. “You’re really good at this, you know.”

He grins, nudging your nose again. “Yeah, but I’m only good because I’ve got the best person to love.”

This side of Gotak is only for you to see, and it really does comfort you.

MY MASTERLIST

okay y’all i rewatched the hunger games in like a really long time and my feelings for both peeta and finnick have resurfaced (just like i do on here every few months)

but i suddenly got sm motivation to write for them so my reqs are open for these two!!

i mean just look at them 🙏🙏

˗ˏˋ l5byrinth’s masterlist ´ˎ˗

“and at every table, i’ll save you a seat, lover…”

take a seat and chose a story to read !!

scream vi

chad meeks martin

avatar: the way of water

neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan

right where you left me pt 1, pt 2

the summer i turned pretty

cam cameron

the hunger games

peeta mellark

finnick odair

beta squad + friends

sharky

kenny

niko omilana

aj shabeel

chunkz

yung filly

football players

jude bellingham

trent alexander arnold

crying why did he forget he was holding a mic mid-interview 😭

Love at first sight. / Squid Games!Men

summary; a little prompt for each men in squid game x reader.

also my english isn't my first language so i do apologize for a few errors! enjoys x

including; in-ho, thanos, myung-gi, dae-ho & gi-hun

In-ho: 

Praise yourself for catching In-ho’s attention amidst the chaos of the games. Not only did he manage to maintain his composure, but he also came to terms with the truth—it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him, but his heart betraying him. He had been ensnared in a dangerous blend of love and death. And no matter the cost, he was determined to ensure your survival, even if it meant faking your death and arranging for the guards to escort you to his shelter.

At first, his actions were subtle—a few fleeting glances, quiet assurances that you weren’t alone. He took it upon himself to ensure someone capable stood between you and danger. This resolve led him to seek out Gi-hun, cornering him with a whispered plea. “I’m not asking for much,” In-ho murmured, his voice low and firm. Gi-hun’s brows knit together as he glanced at you, understanding little of the request but sensing its weight. Though the urge to question why In-ho couldn’t protect you himself lingered, Gi-hun ultimately accepted—he, too, had his own plans to carry out.

Yet, watching Gi-hun hover near you ignited something unexpected in In-ho—a simmering, unanticipated jealousy. His blood boiled harder than he cared to admit.

It was Gi-hun’s proximity to you that set him on edge.

While 001 had extended a friendly hand, In-ho never anticipated him stealing you away entirely. The realization unsettled him, and during the chaos of the Carousel games, panic began to creep in. When he noticed you were nowhere to be found in the room, it nearly consumed him. The thought of losing you made his fists clench, and for a brief, irrational moment, he contemplated throwing a punch at Gi-hun. But it wasn’t until the final elimination, when the doors unlocked, that relief washed over him. There you were—your silhouette unmistakable behind Dae-ho.

In that instant, he didn’t hesitate. Rushing toward you, his breath hitched, words failing him. A shaky exhale escaped his lips, a mix of disbelief and overwhelming relief. He almost laughed—a scoff of incredulity—before pulling you close, his hand instinctively cradling the back of your head. Without a second thought, he leaned in, his lips pressing a firm but tender kiss to your forehead.

“Silly,” he muttered, his voice tight with emotion. “I never should’ve trusted Gi-hun to keep you safe. Damn it, I thought I’d lost you.” The panic in his voice caught you off guard, the weight of his words sinking in. You hadn’t expected such raw vulnerability from him—not now, not like this. A soft chuckle escaped you, an attempt to lighten the moment. “It’s okay,” you reassured him gently. “Dae-ho found me right away and made sure I was safe.”

That revelation gave In-ho pause, but he filed it away for later. For now, none of it mattered. You were alive and unharmed, and that was everything.

The kiss on your forehead wasn’t just a gesture of relief—it was a silent declaration. You were his, and no one—not Gi-hun, not Dae-ho, not anyone—would ever take you from him again.

Thanos: 

Once a retired rapper, Thanos now found himself thrust into a life-and-death struggle. Among his generation, it was no surprise that some idolized him—his presence commanding a respect so intense, it bordered on worship. To them, he was pristine, untouchable. But this adoration didn’t sit well with everyone, especially loners like you, who preferred to navigate the chaos without attachments.

Ironically, that aloofness was one of the many reasons Thanos found himself drawn to you.

In the early days on the island, Thanos made no effort to reveal his interest. If anything, he mirrored your indifference, matching your cold detachment with his own. But when you began spending time with Myung-gi, the dynamic shifted. Thanos hadn’t expected it, nor did he like it. Watching you bond with someone else left a bitter taste in his mouth, awakening a tension he couldn’t ignore. The loner mindset had been his strategy for survival—a simple equation: fewer people, fewer complications. But your presence complicated everything, especially when it came to your effortlessly beautiful face, which he found himself stealing glances at far too often.

It didn’t take long for his resolve to crack.

Thanos had made himself a promise: to keep his distance, to ignore you as you ignored him. But that promise shattered the moment Nam-Gyu let slip a confession Thanos had sworn him to secrecy about. That little fucker, Thanos thought bitterly, though his anger was tempered by necessity—he needed Nam-Gyu to survive. Yet, when the truth reached you, it unraveled him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

Instead of drawing you closer, the revelation pushed you further away. Your avoidance became more deliberate, more pronounced than ever before. It stung more than Thanos cared to admit. For the first time in a long time, he was unprepared—for your reaction, for the way it tightened a knot of frustration and longing deep inside him.

Which only added more tension between the two of you.

The final games loomed, a trial where survival would demand more than just cunning—it called for a kind of ruthless cleansing. Thanos knew, without hesitation, that when the moment came, he’d be the first to grab your hand and shield you. Even if it meant overreacting, even if it jeopardized his own chances, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. Certainly not to Myung-gi, if it came down to that.

“You know...” he murmured late that night, his voice low and almost hesitant. Your back was turned to him, your body stiff on the thin mattress. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, couldn’t even steal a glance. Not after everything. The weight of his breath lingered against the back of your neck, and you flinched slightly, betraying your nerves. His presence, so close and unyielding, was suffocating yet magnetic.

“Tomorrow is... big,” he continued, his words faltering as his gaze shifted across the dimly lit dormitory. For a moment, his eyes locked on Player 333, who sat sharpening a weapon in the corner—a stark reminder of the danger waiting ahead. Thanos clenched his jaw, then turned his focus back to you.

“If we’re not careful...” he trailed off, his voice softening, almost breaking. “Who knows if I’ll ever get to see your beautiful face again?”He exhaled sharply, frustrated with himself, as if admitting even that much was a risk. “I know it’s—” 

Your head snapped toward him, your brows furrowing into a glare sharp enough to cut through the tension between you. For a moment, silence hung in the air, charged and heavy. Then, your voice broke it, calm yet biting. “If you keep this up, you might be the one ending up with a bullet in the face,” you said, your tone so nonchalant it bordered on cute—a contrast that left Thanos momentarily stunned. He blinked, almost scoffing in disbelief, one hand pressing dramatically against his chest.

“Ouch,” he drawled, his lips curling into a grin. “I’m hurt, sweetheart.”

Your eyes narrowed into daggers. “Do. Not. Call me sweetheart.”

Before you could say more, Nam-Gyu chimed in from his corner, a mischievous smirk playing on his face. “I bet she’s in love,” he teased, his words practically dripping with mockery.

Thanos’s cocky grin widened at that, his eyes gleaming with a maddening mix of pride and amusement. The sheer arrogance in his expression made your fingers twitch, itching to slap that smug look right off his face. But instead, you gave him one final glare—a death wish in your eyes, though to Thanos, it looked like the beginning of a love story.

“I bet she is,” he echoed, his voice soft but certain, the words carrying a weight of truth that made your chest tighten. He didn’t try to stop you as you turned and walked away, but his gaze lingered, following every step you took. Oh, how you had him wrapped around your finger without even realizing it. A wimp for you, and you alone.

Myung-gi: 

Everyone knew who Player 333 was—you included. Unlike many in this room who were desperate to claw their way out of debt, you knew Myung-gi only by name. You’d heard the rumors: how he’d gotten his girlfriend pregnant, how his past was littered with mistakes and secrets. But something in you—a stubborn spark of hope, perhaps—whispered that he wasn’t as bad as everyone wanted him to be. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than the stories let on.

Myung-gi had noticed you, though. He’d seen the way you were with Jun-hee—the way your smile seemed to ease her fears, how your arms would wrap gently around her petite frame after every game, grounding her, giving her the space to breathe. The quiet strength and warmth you brought to her felt almost unreal, a motherly presence in a place devoid of comfort.

It was that tenderness, that undeniable light, that struck him like a blow to the chest.

Myung-gi was in love.

And he hated every single moment of it.

Why? Because he knew himself. He knew what he’d done to Jun-hee—how he’d left her while she was pregnant with his child, drowning in debt and fear. He’d been a coward, an asshole, and he knew it. That self-loathing festered, a constant reminder of his failures. And yet, it was exactly why he didn’t expect you to see him as anything other than the man he despised.

But fate had other plans.

Your first real interaction with him came after he saved you—something neither of you had anticipated.

It happened during the Bathroom games, where survival left no room for personal grudges. Confronting Thanos wasn’t at the forefront of Myung-gi’s mind, but then he heard it—your name, slipping from Thanos’s lips with such filth that it ignited a rage Myung-gi didn’t know he was capable of.

Everyone knew your past as an escort within the crypto community. Your name wasn’t hard to find, whispered in private conversations and occasionally tied to scandalous wallets. But Myung-gi knew better than to judge. Still, hearing Thanos—the retired rapper—speak of you like that, as though you were nothing more than a commodity, was the last straw.

“She was good for a foreigner. Not many—”

That was as far as Thanos got before Myung-gi’s fist collided with his jaw, cutting him off mid-sentence. The sickening crack of impact echoed through the grimy bathroom, followed by a faint splatter of blood. Myung-gi emerged from the stall alive but seething, his knuckles raw and his breath ragged. As he stepped out, his gaze immediately locked with yours. Jun-hee stood beside you, clinging to your arm for reassurance, but the look on your face was unreadable—a mix of surprise, understanding, and something softer.

A small, almost imperceptible smile crept across Myung-gi’s lips.

In that moment, he made a silent promise: no matter what it took, he’d make sure both of you got out of this alive.

Dae-ho: 

Dae-ho never believed in love at first sight. With everything he’d endured in his life—the trials, the sacrifices, the relentless pursuit of strength—he saw himself as a knight in shining armor, bound by duty but never destined for romance. That belief held firm until he met you.

It happened during the Carousel game. Like In-ho, he’d noticed you before—your stoic demeanor during Green Light, Red Light had left him quietly impressed. The way you moved, swift yet calculated, managing to evade the statue’s unrelenting gaze with precision, was nothing short of remarkable. It was then that something shifted in him. Against all reason, Dae-ho found himself believing in love at first sight.

At first, he thought he was imagining it. He even considered pinching himself, blinking twice to dispel the notion. But the feeling persisted, undeniable and maddening. It wasn’t until later, when you tended to his wounds after one of the brutal games, that he finally saw you up close—and the full weight of your beauty struck him like a blow. Your lashes fluttered delicately as you focused on your task, your fingers gentle but firm as you dabbed rubbing alcohol onto his injuries. He hissed at the sting, his lips parting in a soft groan of pain.

“Be still, please,” you murmured, your tone calm but commanding. Something about the way you said it—the quiet strength in your voice—silenced his protests. He nodded, his muscles relaxing under your care, though the tension in his chest was harder to soothe.

For the first time, Dae-ho felt vulnerable—not because of his wounds, but because of you.

“You know…” His voice was low, almost hesitant, but there was a softness to it that made you pause. You could’ve sworn his lips curved into the faintest smile. “I never would’ve thought I’d see you like this—healing me. Back at the Carousel, I swore to myself I’d keep you close, that we’d find the door as quickly as anyone else. But then… the next thing I knew, Thanos had taken you before I could…”

He trailed off, his words tinged with shame. The vulnerability in his voice made you glance up at him, your fingers stilling as you finished securing the bandage. His eyes widened at your sudden attention, and he immediately began to stammer.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

You interrupted him with a soft sigh, sliding the remaining bandage back into your pocket. “Don’t apologize. We just weren’t lucky, that’s all. I wanted to prove to myself that I could handle it—that I wasn’t just someone who had to count on others.” Your gaze softened as you added, almost reluctantly, “But… I have to admit, not having you there in that room—it was horrible.”

Your quiet confession was enough to undo him. Without a word, Dae-ho wrapped his arms around you, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at his wounds. Still, he didn’t let go. His embrace was warm, protective, and when he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, it felt like a promise.

“Nevertheless,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet reassurance, “I’m just glad we made it through. That you’re here with me.” His lips quirked into a small grin as he added, with a teasing lilt, “And that I get to cuddle with you for another night.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, the tension between you easing for a moment. For now, at least, you both had each other.

Gi-hun: 

Unlike the others, you weren’t a player. But you knew Gi-hun from the previous game he was in. He was so certain you had died right in front of his eyes back then that when he saw the mask ripped off your face—revealing you as one of the Guards—his shock was palpable. Another Guard had been taken hostage by the remaining candidates, and though you could have cursed every word that came to mind, you found yourself frozen, your voice stolen by the chaos.

In-ho was the first to recognize you. He knew you were on shift at this hour, but what he hadn’t expected was the look of sheer horror that crossed Gi-hun’s face when your name escaped his lips.

“Y/N...?” Gi-hun’s voice trembled, disbelief heavy in the air as though he was trying to confirm he wasn’t dreaming.

“You know them?” one of the players sneered, their stolen gun now aimed squarely at Gi-hun. Bodies of your co-workers—faces you barely had time to register—lay scattered across the floor, lifeless, just feet away. The metallic tang of blood filled the air.

But this time, Gi-hun wasn’t about to let anyone lay a finger on you. He remembered the vow you both had made:

"We belong to each other. And I will get you home."

With those words etched into his resolve, Gi-hun made his move. Chaos erupted as the gun exchanged hands, bullets flying. The air was filled with deafening roars of defiance and the sickening splatter of blood.

In the end, In-ho stood back, his heart cold and unyielding, as he watched Gi-hun fall. The final shot rang out, and his lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Blood speckled your cheek, and you stared in stunned silence at the empty shell of a man you had once loved.

From the shadows, a familiar voice cut through the carnage, low and mocking.

“Welcome back home, love.”

You turned toward the source, and there he was Gi-hun—his gruesome smile sending chills down your spine.

Wrong smile, Wrong guy

Jealous!Chishiya x Reader | enemies in love :) | slow-burn tension

The beach was loud tonight—bonfires flickering, music echoing across stone walls, voices bouncing off tile and tension. From the second-floor balcony, half-shadowed by a column, Chishiya stood still—detached, as always. Except tonight, his eyes weren’t wandering the crowd like usual.

They were locked on you.

You were standing near the bar, posture loose, laughter easy. You looked soft in the glow of the firelight—softer than you ever were with him, and he hated that he noticed. Chishiya couldn’t hear the conversation—didn’t need to. You laughed, the kind of genuine laugh he didn’t see often, and tilted your head in a way he recognized. That glint in your eye, the one you always used right before a sharp-tongued resort—gone. Replaced with softness. The source?

Last boss.

Of all people

Chishiya’s jaw tensed, the corner of his mouth twitching—just enough to betray him. He wasn’t even sure why it annoyed him. It just did.

He watched you nudge Last Boss playfully in the arm—touched him—and that was it. He turned away, pacing a step like the movement might shake it off. But it didn’t. You never smiled liked that when you talked to him. With him, you were all eye rolls, sarcasm, smug jabs, and “go away, Chishiya.”

So why the hell did it bother him?

Maybe it was the way you looked so uncomplicated down there, laughing like the world wasn’t crumbling. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t even noticed him watching. Or maybe it was because somewhere deep in his chest, there was a flicker of something he didn’t want to name.

He glanced over his shoulder again, watching you from afar, and quietly muttered to himself.

“Tch. Idiot.”

But this time, he wasn’t talking about you.

Reconnection

Pairing: Go Hyuntak x fem!reader

Summary: Having known of Hyuntak from his training days of Tae Kwon Do, you never thought you'd run into him again. What started as admiration from afar quickly turned into the beginning of something more.

Word count: 1.7K

Warning: Slight trigger warning of SA if you squint, but other than that, none.

A/N: Wrote this for me. My first fanfic in years, and God, it felt good to write again. I'm happy with it.

Go Hyuntak was someone you've never imagined crossing paths with again. Attending different schools. Having different friend groups. Only ever catching glimpses of him from the window when you would walk past Hu-min's father's chicken restaurant across the street on the way home. Sometimes, it was hard not to notice the bruises and wounds he and his friends bore. You began to wonder if he's still as skilled in Tae Kwon Do as you remember. Of course he is. You shook your head. He was the best.

Rumor had it he hurt his knee and couldn't compete anymore. When you heard, you felt devastated. Someone as talented and hardworking as him, only for his dream to be taken away. It wasn't fair. You could only imagine how he felt. Did he suffer through the pain alone? Does he still think about what could have been? To be the best Tae Kwon Do athlete and have it all?

You'll never know. But from where you stood, the injury doesn't stop him from fighting. From protecting his friends. The five young men laughed at a joke Baku made and then dug in at the feast placed before them. Hyuntak's smile still dazzled you, even from a distance. As you start to worry whether he is taking care of his injuries properly, you hear your name being called.

"y/n!"

You turned and quickly rejoined your friends who had walked further ahead.

"Staring at Gotak again?" One of them teased, using his well-known nickname. Your face instantly blushed, and you looked away, unable to deny it.

"Hey, leave her alone. I think it's cute," your best friend piped up, putting an arm over your shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with a little yearning every now and then."

That made you laugh, "Shut up." You both giggled and continued going about your way.

After you said goodbye to your friends, you decided to stop by a convenience store before finishing your walk home. You were thirsty and wanted your favorite cold drink: a strawberry and banana smoothie. It was probably the best part of your routine. You grabbed your favorite bread to go along with it and headed for the register.

You thanked the cashier and just stabbed your straw into the drink when a rowdy group of boys walked in. They were a noisy bunch, and their uniforms told you they also attended Eunjang High, the same school as Hyuntak and his friends. Your eyes scanned the store, looking for a way to exit without having to go through them. Luckily, the aisle that was next over was free, and you kept your head down, making your way to the door. Due to your short stature, you didn't have to crouch much, being 5'2 and all.

You stand straight and head for the door, pushing it open when you feel someone pull you back from the strap of your backpack, hard. Somehow, you were able to maintain your balance and look up at the face who deprived you of your freedom. Hair dyed blonde and a scar across his left eye. He sneered.

"What do we have here?" His friends behind him snicker as he pressed forward, making you bump against some of the merchandise.

"Is that for me?" The blonde placed his hands over his heart as he feigned gratitude, noticing your drink and pastry. As he stepped closer, you looked away and felt him take your bag with the bread. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it, smearing the delicious treat on the floor with his foot.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep, shaky breath. Never imagining yourself in this position before, you decided not to go down without a fight, no matter what their intentions were. You held your breath as he took one more step closer, and that's when you jammed your right knee against his crotch with all the strength you could muster. It was enough to distract him for a moment, and you ran out, throwing your drink at him, focusing only on getting out of there.

As you heard him and his group start to run after you, you heard a voice. Not just anyone's voice. His voice.

"Hey!"

You stopped in your tracks and turned back around. Being a good distance away, you noticed Hyuntak and his friends a few feet apart from the entrance of the convenience store where the blonde and his group were also stopped in confusion. The blonde looked pissed, whether from being hit in the nuts or stopped from chasing after you, you couldn't be sure.

"This has nothing to do with you!" He screamed in rage.

All the while, Hyuntak remained calm. His eyes scanned the area, first seeming to count how many of the goons there were, and then to the blonde covered in your drink. Hands in the pockets of his pants, he glanced over at you, and you both locked eyes. Your heavy breathing from the adrenaline and run began to slow down, and you felt a sense of peace take over you.

He turned back to the blonde. "It does now."

The next word was said at the same time. You in your head and the blonde aloud, "What?"

Before you had time to think it over, Hyuntak's fist connected with the blonde's face, knocking him to the ground. You gasped, stuck in freeze or flight mode. The decision was made for you when one of the goons charged after you. The last thing you saw before running away was three of Hyuntak's friends joining in on the fight, including Baku.

You ran as fast as you could, not daring to look back. You knew the area pretty well and figured you would be able to hide somewhere once the coast was clear when you felt a pair of hands slam you against a wall. Your face and body were pushed into it, holding you in place.

"We weren't done with you yet." Said an unfamiliar voice, his hot breath fanned against your ear, and you struggled to get away.

Before you could scream for help, someone threw the boy off of you. You turned around, back towards the wall, as you watched Hyuntak beat the guy to a pulp. With his back towards you, you badly wanted to tell him to stop, but you couldn't find your voice. It wasn't until Baku walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and said, "Enough, Gotak."

Hyuntak stopped fist midair and let go of the boy, his limp body making a thud as he hit the ground. He was breathing heavily, and yet there didn't seem to be a scratch on him. Baku looked untouched as well. As if he read your mind, he turned to you and smiled.

"Are you alright?"

You nodded, still a bit in shock and unsure of how to thank them. Hyuntak took a breath and finally turned to face you. His eyes looked into yours again, and this time, you felt your heart start to race for a different reason.

"I need to hear you say it," his voice was soft, yet stern, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay." You managed to get out.

His eyes softened, and he looked at Baku. With a nod of his head, he turned and walked back from the way we came. Hyuntak looked at you and simply said, "Let's go."

The walk back to his friends was silent. You tried to fix your school uniform and composure as discreetly as possible. With no idea of how your hair looked, you figured it was what it was. You peeked at Hyuntak, and he looked lost in thought. Up ahead, two of his friends were waiting, and it appeared that the blonde and his goons had run off. You wondered where his other friend went. The one with the glasses.

"Nice job, Sieun! Suho!" Baku threw his arms over their shoulders with a wide smile. "Where's Juntae?

As if on cue, the one named Juntae comes out of the convenience store with what looked like your drink and a pastry bag. He smiled shyly and handed you the items. "We hope you're alright. I wasn't sure of the pastry, so I just got one I recommend."

The day's toll hit you instantly, and tears welled up in your eyes. You quickly wiped them and looked at the five boys who rescued you. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

The boys all smiled, apart from Hyuntak. He cleared his throat, adjusted his blue hoodie, and faced his friends, "I'll walk her home. See you guys later."

They waved goodbye to you, and you waved back with a smile. You then noticed Hyuntak staring at you with curiosity. You blushed and turned to the general area of your home. "It's this way."

Even though the distance was short, they say time lasts longer being with someone you like. The sun was beginning to set, and the breeze felt nice against your skin. It was a comfortable silence until you heard Hyuntak say, "Drink."

You stopped walking and looked up at him confused, "What?"

He sighed, "You must be dehydrated. Drink." He gestured to the strawberry banana smoothie.

Oh. You hadn't even realized how thirsty you were until he mentioned it. Your lips covered the straw, and you drank. The cold drink felt good traveling down your throat. You eagerly drank some more, and that's when you heard Hyuntak chuckle. You watched his smile, and up close, it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. You blinked and took in your surroundings, and saw that your home was just a few houses down.

"I'm fine here. Thank you for walking me home. And thank you for helping me today."

"You can thank me by letting me walk you home for a while." He said.

Shaking your head, you began to protest. "There's really no need. You don't-"

With what looked like slow motion, Hyuntak leaned over. He maintained eye contact until his lips touched the straw of your drink. You held still, letting him finish it and at the same time not believing this was happening. When he stood up, he smiled at your reaction. You couldn't tell if it was his smile that blinded you or the sun setting behind him.

He walked past you and said over his shoulder, "See you tomorrow, y/n."

A/N: may or may not continue this. Gif is made by me. Feedback is appreciated :)