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when you just finished one of the most beautiful fics ever written and you see that the author has a masterlist full of other fics

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Finally some Nam gyu fluff !!

coloring in namgyu’s tattoos hcs!!

warnings: tattoos (?) implied reader x namgyu, takes place outside the games!

a/n: got this inspiration from tiktok (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) i hope this isn’t a flop LOL

when you first tell namgyu that you want to color in his tattoos, he gives you a look that screams ‘what the fuck?’

he mulls over it for a few days and you completely forget about it until he brings it up again

“so you wanted to use me as your personal coloring book, huh?”

lowkey cringing at your excitement as you pull out a pack of cheap waterproof markers with a giddy smile on your face (he secretly finds it cute but will never let you know that he does)

reluctantly lays his arm out and watches as you select the colors

when you lean in closer to him, his breath hitches in his throat and he can feel his heart beating faster.

“is this okay?” you’ll ask him after, you first touch the marker to his skin. he thinks it’s ticklish, but when you ask him with an expression mixed with concern and happiness, he finds it hard to say anything except “it’s fine”

as you concentrate in filling in the lines, he can’t help himself from scanning over your face. the way your eyes squint in concentration, how your tongue absentmindedly pokes out a little, how your hair is tucked behind your ear to give you a clearer vision

when you rest your hand on his arm to keep him still, he savors the warmth of your fingers and secretly thinks of grabbing your hand but always decides against it

surprisingly enough, namgyu is completely silent. passes the time by watching the strokes of your hand. this is the most patient he’s ever been

as you chirp out an “all done!” he brings his arm closer to his face, looking over your work. tells you that it looks fine, but when you’re not looking he secretly takes a photo of it

when you two go out for dinner later, he purposely picks out a t-shirt that shows off his tattoo

when he showers, he tries his damn best to not wash it off, wanting your imprint to last as long as it can

if thanos notices, he brushes it off saying “yeah, it’s whatever.” deep down, he basks in the closeness of the time spent together

when the marker ink fades, you’ll send him a pout alongside an “aww, it washed off”

imagine the shock on your face when namgyu shrugs and says “just color it in again. you can do that, right?”

he says that with the most nonchalant expression, but there’s a certain warmth in his tone and eyes that you can spot

coloring in his tattoos slowly becomes one of his favorite things to do together. he doesn’t have to think about having a conversation, you get to do something fun, and you both get to share another level of closeness that nobody else but the other can have. truly a win-win situation!

thanks for tuning in!

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Aww clingy Carmen 🥹

Clingy Carmen

He's in love. He's clingy. He's yours.

The annual staff party is in full swing, the cramped staff room of the restaurant buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the faint thump of a playlist Richie threw together at the last minute.

You’re leaning against a counter, nursing a soda water with lime, watching the chaos unfold.

The kitchen staff, usually a tightly wound crew, is letting loose tonight, and it’s a sight. Sydney’s debating pizza toppings with Marcus, Tina’s dancing with Ebra, and Richie’s trying to convince everyone he’s got the best karaoke voice in Chicago.

But your eyes keep drifting to Carmen—your Carmen—whose usual sharp focus has been replaced by a tipsy, lopsided grin.

He’s three whiskeys deep, maybe four, and it shows. Carmy’s not a big drinker, but tonight he’s leaning into it, his shoulders relaxed for once, his anxiety tucked away under the warm haze of alcohol. He’s standing by the drinks table, laughing too loud at something Fak said, but when he spots you across the room, his whole face lights up like you’re the only person here.

“Babe,” he calls, voice slurring just enough to make Sydney snicker. He weaves through the crowd, nearly tripping over a chair, and before you can say anything, he’s at your side, wrapping his arms around your waist like you’re his lifeline. “There you are,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck. His breath is warm, smelling of whiskey and that faint, familiar scent of the kitchen—olive oil, smoke, and him.

“Carm, you good?” you ask, patting his back, trying not to laugh as he nuzzles closer. His curls tickle your cheek, and you can feel the heat of his skin through his thin T-shirt.

“M’great,” he slurs, pulling back just enough to look at you with heavy-lidded eyes. “You’re so pretty, y’know that? Like… stupid pretty.” His hands slide up your sides, lingering a little too long, and you catch Richie raising an eyebrow from across the room, smirking like he’s enjoying the show.

“Thanks, babe,” you say, gently steering his hands back to safer territory. “You’re having fun, huh?”

“Only ‘cause you’re here,” he says, earnest in that way only a drunk Carmy can be. He leans in, trying to kiss you, but it’s messy, his aim off, landing somewhere near your jaw. You laugh, guiding his face back, and he pouts, looking like a kicked puppy. “C’mon, kiss me,” he whines, tugging you closer.

“Carmy, you’re drunk,” you say, keeping your tone light but firm. The others are watching now, Tina stifling a giggle behind her hand, Marcus pretending to focus on his drink but clearly eavesdropping.

Carmy’s usually so tightly wound, all sharp edges and nervous energy, that seeing him like this, soft, clingy, practically draping himself over you—is comedy gold to them.

“Don’t care,” he mumbles, pressing himself against you, his hands wandering again. “You’re my girl, right? Lemme… lemme take you home.” His voice drops, low and suggestive, and you feel your cheeks heat up as Richie lets out a loud “Oh, shit!” and claps like he’s at a stand-up show.

“Carmen Anthony Berzatto,” you say, grabbing his face with both hands, forcing him to meet your eyes with an amused grin. “You are way too drunk for that.”

He blinks at you, slow and confused, then grins like he’s got a secret. “But I want you,” he says, loud enough that Sydney chokes on her drink and Fak lets out a “Yo, Carm, chill!”

You’re torn between embarrassment and amusement, because this is Carmy, the guy who can barely say “I love you” without blushing sober, trying to get frisky in front of his entire staff.

“Nope,” you say, shaking your head, but you can’t help smiling. “You’re going to bed, chef. Alone. With water and some aspirin.”

He groans, dramatically, and slumps against you, his head on your shoulder. “You’re no fun,” he mumbles, but he’s still clinging to you, arms tight around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

You catch Tina’s eye, and she mouths “cute” with a grin, clearly loving this rare glimpse of Carmy’s softer side.

“Alright, party’s over for you,” you say, gently prying him off. “Say goodnight, Carm.”

“Goodnight, Carm,” he echoes, giggling to himself, then waves sloppily at the room. “Night, losers!”

The crew erupts in laughter, Richie yelling, “Get his ass home, Sweetheart!” as you steer Carmy toward the door.

The drive to his apartment is an adventure. Carmy’s in the passenger seat, still touchy, reaching for your hand at every red light, muttering about how you’re “the best thing that’s ever happened” to him. You keep one hand on the wheel, the other gently batting his away when he gets too bold, reminding him you’re not crossing that line while he’s hammered.

At his place, you manage to get him inside, the two of you pressed together, all sloppy kisses and whispered promises. You're giving him this much as you walk him to bed. “C’mon, babe, just stay,” he pleads, flopping onto the mattress, tugging at your wrist.

“Not tonight, Carm,” you say, firm but gentle, pulling the blanket over him. You set a glass of water and two aspirin on the nightstand, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

He’s already half-asleep, eyes fluttering shut, but he grabs your hand one last time, holding it against his chest.

“Love you,” he mumbles, barely coherent, and your heart does a little flip despite yourself.

“Love you too,” you whisper, kissing his forehead. He’s out cold before you even turn off the light.

As you lock up and head home, you can’t help but smile, thinking about the teasing you’ll both get from the crew tomorrow. Clingy, drunk Carmy might be a handful, but he’s your handful, and that’s more than enough.

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you know a fic is good when it has this

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With Nam gyu and Thanos 😔

I’M TIRED OF SMUT, I WANT TOOTH ACHING FLUFF AND HEART SHATTERING ANGST.

[ilovecheriies]

Hi :-) May i request a Fluff Thanos x Reader one, where the reader is having baby feever and withouth informing her boyfriend said yes to babysit the couples next door 2 y old daugther and Thanos trie to teach the poor kid some rap lyrics and stuff?

Baby fever

Thanos x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: Hope it's alright 🫶🏻❤️

☆☆☆

You and Thanos had been in a relationship for the past four years. By far, there had been no talk between the two of you about getting kids and building a family. He hadn't shown interest in trying for a child, and you had put your time on building your career.

Your phone rang, your neighbor's name on the screen. You weren't friends with many of your neighbors, you hadn't really gotten to know them very well, except one of them, and that was because she approached you when you moved to this house with Thanos couple of years ago. She had done some favors to you whenever you needed help, and you'd help her as well whenever she'd need help. You usually had a coffee at your or her house once a week to catch up how both of you were doing, if your schedules allowed it.

"What's up?" you asked, starting to boil some tea for yourself.

"I have a favor to ask you," she asked, sounding a little nervous. "You see, i'm supposed to have a dinner with my husband for our anniversary tonight."

She was older than you by 12 years and had now been married to her husband for the past 10 years.

"Mhm?" you mumbled when she was silent for a moment, then hearing a sigh from the other end.

"Could you, by any chance, babysit my daughter tonight? Either come here or have her over at your place?" she asked. "Our babysitter cancelled on us last minute and believe me, this wasn't the first time." She sighed deeply, sounding frustrated. "I seriously need to search for a new nanny. But could you take her for the night?"

"Of course i can, don't worry about it," you assured her.

"Oh my god, thank you so much!" she exclaimed. "I'll come and drop him off at 3pm, is that okay?"

"That's perfect," you agreed, a smile on your face.

☆☆☆

Your neighbor's daughter, whose name was Na-Yeon, was only 2 years old, so she'd still require a lot of care. She'd already been in your house a few times, so it wasn't entirely new environment to her. This was your first time with her alone though, her mother had always been here as well previously.

You hadn't told Thanos that the baby was staying with you tonight. You had tried calling him but he hadn't answered. For some reason you were afraid he wouldn't have wanted to have a babysitting gig tonight, you had had other plans together, though nothing major.

Surely he wouldn't get angry at you, would he? Pissed off? Maybe just a little annoyed?

When you heard Thanos arriving back home, closing the front door, you started to become more anxious than you thought. You had never brought someone else's baby at your home for you to take care after.

"So, i got us a little something from a store for tonight and..." he said as he walked to the living room, but stopped when he saw you with a baby. "Y/N... Why are you holding a baby?"

"Well, i kind of volunteered to sort of babysit our neighbor's daughter for the night," you answered with an awkward smile.

"Oh really?" Thanos asked and put down the grocery bag he was carrying, then coming towards you.

"I know it's last minute and i tried to call you, bur you didn't answer," you rambled.

He leaned his hands on his knees to get to the baby's eye-level, looking into her eyes. A smile spread on his face.

"Hi, baby," he said with a soft voice and put his forefinger gently on her chin. "Aren't you a little cutie."

You couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, your cheeks slightly warming up. You didn't think you had ever seen as soft expression on his face until now.

"So," Thanos started, straightening his back again, and moved his gaze into your eyes. "I suppose our plans for tonight have changed a little?"

You couldn't tell by the expression on his face whether he was disappointed or okay with it.

"Pretty much, yeah," you said awkwardly. "Our neighbor has a 10th year anniversary with her husband today and their babysitter cancelled last minute, unfortunately."

"I see," he said. "Well, that's fine by me, we'll figure out something fun to do."

"You're okay with changing our plans to babysit?" you tried to confirm.

"Of course," Thanos said, then furrowing his eyebrows. "What, you thought i'd be mad?"

"Maybe a little," you admitted.

Thanos stepped right in front of you, putting his finger under your chin, giving you a soft smile.

"I'd never be mad at you for helping a friend," he smiled, making your cheeks turn pink.

☆☆☆

Couple of hours passed. The three of you were in the living room, you and Thanos watching Na-Yeon playing with her toys that your neighbor had packed to bring here as well.

"Is it alright if i'll go for a bath?" you asked. "I was at the gym today and didn't shower there."

"Of course," Thanos said.

"You'll be fine with the baby by yourself?" you tried to confirm.

Thanos looked at you with raised eyebrows. "It's actually a little insulting you don't trust me with a child alone for a moment."

You rolled your eyes. "I didn't mean it like that."

"I know," he smiled. "Take your time, we'll be fine."

While sitting in the bath, you stared at the wall and fell into your thoughts.

You imagined you and Thanos having a child together. How he'd feed him, teach him how to walk and wake up in the middle of the night to change his diapers. Or hers – you didn't mind which one the gender would be. Maybe you'd have two kids, a boy and girl. You'd go to a park together, pushing your baby forward in his strollers. Thanos holding his child in his arms, soothing her to fall asleep.

The thought of all of that made you smile and your eyes water a little bit out of happiness, even though it was all in your imagination. Would he want to have that kind of life with you? What if he didn't want children at all?

You admitted to yourself that you had started to get a little baby fever lately, seeing moms walking outside with their little children.

Eventually you got up from the bath. You leaned on the sink after wrapping a towel around you. You looked tired, dark bags under your eyes. Thanos always made sure to tell you every day how pretty you looked, even if you had just woken up and looked like shit. It always gave butterflies in your stomach.

When you walked out of the bathroom, wearing only the towel wrapped around you, you heard talking from the living room that managed to grab your curiosity.

You peeked over there behind the corner and saw Thanos sitting on the floor with the baby.

"Okay, now can you say 'bang'?" Thanos asked. "Come on, you can say it. Bang, bang, bang." He did finger guns on each word.

The baby didn't say anything, only stared at Thanos, who then took her tiny hands in his. He made her fingers to the position of finger guns as well.

"Like this – 'bang, bang, bang'," Thanos said and moved her hands on each word. She didn't say anything, only burst out laughing at him how silly he was being right now.

Your heart warmed up on the sight of Thanos trying to teach her to rap.

He was just about to give up when the baby managed to let out one word out of her mouth: "Bang."

It made a wide smile spread on his face.

"That was so good," Thanos praised her and clapped his hands.

"Bang, bang," she laughed.

"Wow, that's even better than me," he gasped, holding his hand on his heart. "Okay, the next part is-"

Thanos noticed your presence now and looked towards you. You quietly cursed under your breath a little, wanting to look at them a bit longer without being seen.

"Had a good bath?"

"Perfect," you said and walked closer to the two of them. "What are you doing?"

"Teaching her to rap, obviously," Thanos answered. "It's best to start learning young."

"Is that so?"

"Let me tell you, she's going to become a rapper when she grows up," Thanos said, looking proud of himself. "She's clearly a natural."

"Mhm, you think so?" you asked with an amused smile.

"She's going to be so famous," he swore. "International sensation. I can already imagine the headlines in news articles: 'Korean rap artist nominated for the Best Solo Artist of 2045.'"

"I assume you'll become her manager too."

"Oh, definitely," Thanos answered, like it was supposed to be obvious.

"I'm not entirely sure what my neighbor thinks of that," you pointed out. "I think she prefers her to aim for something more practical, like being a doctor or something."

"Pfft, i can tell that she has a talent for music," Thanos insisted. "I can sense these things, let me tell you."

"We'll just have to wait and see," you smiled.

☆☆☆

After you had finished your dinner, the three of you got comfortable on the couch and put a movie on. It was a cartoon which she apparently loved to watch over and over again.

Thanos had his right arm around you, pulling you close against him. You rested your head on his shoulder. The baby was laying comfortably on Thanos' lap, resting against his chest. All her attention was on the TV, holding her teddy bear in her tiny hands. Your neighbor told you that she wouldn't go anywhere without it if she had to stay the night at someone else's house.

Thanos got startled and flinched when she started to laugh at something what happened in the movie, but he started to smile too. Her laugh had always been contagious, making you smile as well.

You tried not to make it too obvious that you were staring at Thanos, holding the baby like she was his own child.

"I know i'm good-looking but this movie is surprisingly interesting," Thanos said, glancing at you. "You're missing out the plot if you don't concentrate."

"I am watching the movie," you insisted.

"Mhm," he hummed, not believing your words.

When the movie was finished, you realised Na-Yeon had been quiet and still for quite a long time now. When you looked towards her, your heart melt. She had fallen asleep on top of Thanos, her little mouth slightly open.

"She looks just like you," Thanos whispered. "You usually fall asleep on me too during movies. Do i really have that kind of effect on girls?"

"Apparently you do," you quietly giggled.

☆☆☆

When you had taken the baby to sleep in your bedroom, you and Thanos had ended up in the kitchen.

"You know," you started, biting your lip. You were nervous and unsure if you should bring it up, but seeing how fun he had seemed to have with your neighbor's baby eased your nerves. "We haven't really talked about it but... Do you want to build a family one day too? You know, with me."

Thanos was quiet for a moment, just looking at you in your eyes. He stepped closer to you to cup your face in his hands.

"I'd love to build a family with you," he answered and leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead.

"You want kids?" you asked, raising your eyebrows, somehow not believing his words.

"Why do you look so surprised?" he asked, furrowing his brows, looking genuinely worried. "You thought i didn't want kids?"

"I mean," you mumbled. "You never really talked about wanting them."

Thanos pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you.

"Of course i want to," he said and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I've been meant to talk about it with you, but you've seemed to be so focused on your career that i wasn't sure when would be the right time."

"Well, lately i've had quite a big baby fever if i'm being honest," you admitted with a shy smile.

"Yeah?" Thanos smiled and rubbed the sides of your body with his hands. "Should we start trying for one then, hm?"

"I'd love that," you said and leaned in to kiss him on his lips.

Thanos put his hands on your waist, pulling you against him, kissing you with a new kind of passion. He was slowly pushing you backwards until you hit the kitchen counter.

"Wait, you want to do this right now?" you asked with wide eyes.

"Well, isn't the sooner the better?" Thanos asked with a grin. He put his hands on your butt to lift you to sit on the counter behind you, standing between your legs. You were wearing only your panties and oversized T-shirt. He moved his hand to the back of your neck.

"We're supposed to babysit," you laughed quietly.

"Come on, she's asleep already," he insisted. "We'll be quiet and she won't wake up."

You were about to say something but he interrupted you by kissing you on your lips again. You put your fingers into his hair, his hands finding their way under your shirt, wandering around your back.

Then, you heard crying from your bedroom, forcing you to pull your head away from Thanos.

"Be prepared to have constant interruptions if we have our own child," you reminded him.

"When we have our child," he corrected and kissed you on your forehead.

☆☆☆

The next day, your neighbor came to pick up her daughter around midday.

"Mama," the baby said, making her mom turn to look at her as she positioned her tiny hands into finger guns, pretending to shoot her mom in the face. "Bang, bang."

Your eyes widened and you closed the door before your neighbor would start questioning you on what exactly you had been doing last night.

When you and Thanos were left alone, both of you burst out laughing at the same time.

Thanos stood behind you, wrapping arms around you and held his hand on your lower stomach.

"What about we go to the bedroom to start trying for our own baby, hm?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

"Weren't you supposed to meet up with some friends?"

"They can wait," he smirked.

Thanos picked you up in his arms without another word, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom.

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He punches you because you won’t tell him who you’re secretly in contact with.

Frontman X Reader | The Prise Of a Mercy

<Side story from The Price of Mercy fic>

Warnings: Forced Marriage, punching, hair-pulling, swearing, secrecy.

This is a side story from The Price Of Mercy after their Forsed Marriage.

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She stood beside her dying father, trembling.

Not from grief, but from disbelief.

He—Oh Il-nam, the man who built the Squid Game empire from nothing—was trying to hand her over.

To the man standing silently in the shadows.

"In-ho," Il-nam called softly.

The figure stepped out.

No mask. No Front Man uniform.

Just a black suit.

Calm. Controlled. Cold.

"You know she’s not really mine," Il-nam said. "Her brother wants her dead. He'd kill her for inheritance and not lose a second of sleep."

He looked away for a moment, then back again, unapologetic.

"I want you to protect her."

Hwang In-ho raised an eyebrow. Not surprised. Not shocked.

As if he’d been waiting for this moment all his life.

Il-nam didn't even hesitate.

"Marry her."

No shame. No hesitation.

Just an old, selfish man making one last deal before death.

She stared at Hwang In-ho, eyes glassy with tears.

Her body weak, trembling — from rage, fear, and exhaustion.

But he didn’t even look at her.

He stepped forward and took her hand.

His voice steady:

"I'll take care of her."

It wasn’t for her.

It was for Il-nam.

And deep inside his mind, Hwang In-ho was already thinking:

I’ve waited years for Il-nam to die.

Now I can raise his spoiled, delicate little girl the way she was supposed to be raised.

> This moment changed everything.

It had been months since that damned signature on the paper.

Maybe two. Maybe more.

But in that tall, silent penthouse, time passed like a spiderweb—slow and soundless, settling on your shoulders.

> A large house with windows opening into starless nights.

A silence that dripped from the ceiling.

The soft yellow glow of the hidden ceiling lights touched the corners of the home, but never enough to drive the darkness out.

Everything remained in half-shadow, in limbo.

Like your life.

Like your marriage.

---

> Hwang In-ho was only ever seen at dawn.

Always with wet hair from the shower, or with the lingering scent of blood he carried home with him.

His skin always smelled like blood.

No matter how many times he scrubbed himself clean,

you thought he smelled like the most disgusting man in the world.

> And you?

You never asked.

Not where he came from.

Not who he’d been with.

Not why he never stayed.

> You didn’t ask—because years of living as Oh Il-nam’s adopted daughter had taught you

that people like them should neither be questioned... nor cared about.

---

> Dinner, again, in silence.

He at the far end of the table.

You on the other.

Two shadows, caught in the weak light and porcelain whites.

> The clink of the knife cutting through meat was the only music of the night—

until his voice cut the silence:

“Who did you talk to this evening?”

> You didn’t answer.

Just chewed slowly. Quietly. Indifferently.

> He repeated himself, colder this time:

“Who were you trying to call?”

> His eyes locked on you.

And without looking back at him, your voice came out tired:

“Let me finish eating... Then you can leave before bed, like you always do.”

---

> The knife paused.

He cracked his neck to the side.

Then the crash came.

> Heavy footsteps came toward you.

> He grabbed your plate and threw it to the corner.

The sound of shattered porcelain echoed through the hollow home—

a sound only the walls heard.

His hand slammed down on the table,

the wood snapping through the air like a whip.

> His face was now inches from yours.

You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin.

> “None of my men could identify him. No one knows who the hell you were talking to.”

“What are you doing? What are you planning now?”

“You think your little prince is going to come save you again?”

> You slowly turned your head. Met his eyes.

Not afraid. Not regretful.

Just numb. Just tired.

And then you said:

“What? You think I’m plotting to kill you and take what my father gave you?”

> A bitter smile touched your lips.

You turned away again.

As if to say “I lost. But it doesn’t matter anymore.”

---

> But he...

He grabbed your chin roughly, pulling your face toward him.

His eyes ablaze.

His hands ice cold.

> “Were you talking to Junho?”

> You slapped his hand away.

You stood.

Fury surged through your voice:

“Even if I was, it’s none of your damn business. Stay out of my affairs.”

> You walked away—

dizzy, suffocated, like that penthouse always made you feel.

But before you could reach the door...

> You were dragged back.

> His hands in your hair, your body dragged cruelly across the floor.

And then—thrown.

Like a worn-out object, onto the couch.

> Your breath—heavy.

Your hair—a mess.

A strange twist in your stomach.

---

> And him?

> He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt,

crystal glass in hand, taking a slow sip of whatever was inside.

Calm.

Merciless.

> Then he returned.

Like a hunter approaching the prey he had already wounded.

> He grabbed your hair again.

Yanked your head back.

> And now—your face was far too close to the lower part of his body.

> You locked eyes.

Like two wild animals.

Hating each other.

Tearing each other apart with just a gaze.

> His voice came soft, but in that softness—something cold, something deadly:

> “I should’ve never signed that contract.

Should’ve let Il-nam’s real son find you first.

He would've ended you for me... Spoiled little brat.”

The cold light of evening poured in through the tall windows, casting fractured shadows across your face—somewhere between twilight and the quiet fury twisting inside you. Your gaze was locked with In-ho’s, lips trembling—not from fear, but from rage. Rage so potent, the muscles in your face quivered like wires pulled taut under tension.

With a voice laced in venom, you spat,

“Oh, I see. You finally got what you wanted, Hwang In-ho... Now you can punish me for every bit of resentment you’ve stored up. Although I doubt there’s any punishment worse than waking up every morning and seeing your miserable face.”

He stepped closer.

His eyes were heavy, shadowed—filled with the exhausted anger of years left to rot in silence. His fingers reached your cheek, rough and without pause. His nails dug in—merciless, unforgiving.

He murmured, low and hoarse,

“You have no idea… how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

A crooked smile, bitter and poisoned, twisted across your lips.

“You’re just mad I knew your wife.”

His grip broke. Fingers falling, his hand dropping to his side.

But his eyes never left yours.

They searched your soul, cold and fathomless like the ocean’s abyss.

His voice came sharp, trembling under the weight of suppressed rage:

“Shut your mouth.”

But you didn’t flinch.

Your tone lowered, slicing like a slow knife:

“The only reason your filthy life was spared is because that poor woman—your wife—was my favorite teacher… Who would’ve thought a single stupid decision would force me to marry her husband?”

His roar shook the room.

“I said shut the fuck up!”

And then—his fist.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t calculated.

It was instinct. A storm of unrestrained fury that could only find release in violence.

His knuckles collided with your face, and your body crashed sideways into the couch.

The crack of bone, or maybe pride, echoed in the room.

Blood poured from your nose.

Your skin flushed, bruising by the second.

A punch too brutal for a woman’s face.

You swallowed the cry in your throat.

Hand over your cheek, pressing down, trying to contain the pain—

But all you could taste was iron. Burning.

He staggered back.

Turned his back to you.

Like a man who didn’t recognize the monster he had become.

He wiped his face.

As if he could erase what had just happened.

But the moment was carved into him.

He turned.

His voice was low, broken. Like someone already standing at the edge.

“Let me see your face…”

But you turned away.

You would not yield. Not even now.

Not even bleeding, broken.

Your pride stood taller than pain.

Still, he reached for you.

Took your hands. Firm—but not to wound.

To see.

And when he pulled them aside, when he looked—

His breath caught.

The bruising had bloomed.

Blood was still running.

And his hand…

Stained with you.

He inhaled.

Deep. Shaken.

Like someone who had just realized the weight of what they had done—

Too late.

The air in the house reeked of blood.

In the crushing silence of the room, only two things dared to move: your ragged breathing, and the footsteps of a man you no longer recognized.

In-ho ran a hand through his hair, frustration coiled in his every motion like a wound about to reopen. He paced — back and forth — then stopped, lips pressed tight, dragging his palm over the back of his neck. His broad shoulders rose and fell with tension, like tectonic plates struggling not to shift.

The man whose calm had always been a weapon, now stood cornered by emotion he didn’t know how to wield.

He hadn’t wanted it to come to this. Not for you. Not for himself.

But things had spiraled too far for gentleness now.

If anyone — even just one person — found out who you'd been in contact with on the final day of "Zu" month, everything would unravel.

Jun-ho, or whatever cursed name he now went by, wasn't just a threat. He was death.

For all of them.

In-ho turned back toward you, his dark eyes now veiled deeper with suspicion and shadows. His voice had quieted, but the ember of controlled rage still hissed underneath, smoldering just beneath the surface:

"The person you're talking to— if—"

A broken sound left you. Half sob, half growl — pain and fury fused in one breath.

He paused.

His eyes lingered on you, and he exhaled — not in peace, but in exhaustion.

Then he moved. Walked to the chair, picked up his coat.

He was going to leave.

From this room. From this mess.

From you.

But then you spoke, soft and cracked like glass:

"If you tell me where you're going… I'll tell you who it is."

Your voice lodged itself in his throat like thorns. His hand, halfway to the doorknob, stopped midair.

He turned.

Same hollow stare. Same stone-carved face.

A man hollowed out by something no one else could see — a man who looked like he belonged more to silence than to time.

He hesitated. When the words came, they scraped their way out:

"There's a small apartment... from before. I can’t sleep anywhere else."

You blinked through the sting in your eyes, your jaw aching, skin still damp with blood. You whispered:

"You mean that tiny room in the old building?"

He raised a brow. His expression shifted, barely — but even that flicker of surprise felt rare.

"You know about it?"

Your laugh was bitter, brittle, like something broken trying to sing.

"I know a lot more than you think."

In-ho leaned back against the door, his hands slack at his sides, shoulders heavy with something that felt dangerously close to regret.

His voice was hoarse now:

"Okay... I'm waiting."

You reached a trembling hand to your face, the heat of blood still pulsing beneath your fingertips. Your jaw clenched and then winced — the pain sharp enough to steal your breath. Still, you looked up.

He was waiting.

Your voice came soft, clipped, but steady:

"The call — it was planned, before everything. By Oh Il-nam. My stepfather.

The person I’m speaking with… their identity was erased for security reasons.

They are someone Il-nam never wanted anyone to know existed."

A brief silence.

But patience had never been In-ho’s strong suit. He snapped:

"Who is it?"

Your gaze locked onto his — that kind of look that says everything before the mouth can form a single word.

You whispered:

"That… was my mother."

In-ho raises a brow, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he looks at her — confused, intrigued, maybe even a little shaken.

He waits.

He didn’t want to say anything.

Didn’t want to ask.

But he couldn’t help it.

So he said:

"I thought—"

She cuts in, voice sharp as glass, pain bleeding through every word:

"That I have no one??? Yeah, that’s what Il-nam wanted everyone to think."

And now… now he understood.

Maybe he hadn't realized it before — not truly. Not in the marrow of it. Not why she had always been so stubborn. So defiant. So impossible to touch without burning.

But he chose not to ask anything more.

Maybe he didn’t want to care.

Maybe he already cared too much.

Or maybe... maybe he was just running.

Running from the kind of attachment that cracks you open from the inside.

And who could blame him?

For a man who had lost both wife and child in the same cruel breath —

the idea of needing someone again must've felt like poison.

So, without another word, he turned to leave.

Just like he had the past sixty-one nights.

And once again, he left his bride behind — in the cold quiet of their shared penthouse — and returned to that cursed little apartment that had become his only sanctuary.

A box of concrete and dust and grief.

The only place where his thoughts still obeyed him.

Writing by Setare

Thanks for reading,

Don't forget reblog please🖤

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Night Out 🍸🪩

Cho Sang-woo x fem!reader

Warnings: alcohol, age gap (reader is in her 20s & Sang-woo is in his 40s), greasy frat boys, swearing, punching

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This week at work has been rough. Your boss has been more demanding than usual which is causing you to fall behind on your own schedule. Your boyfriend, Cho Sang-woo, had suggested that you go out this weekend with your girlfriends. You were a bit hesitant about going but had decided to give in to keep the peace.

It was now Friday night and Sang-woo was driving you to your friend’s house where you were going to get ready for the night.

“You know, we could always just stay in and watch a movie” you whispered.

Sang-woo let out a sigh “Y/n, baby as much as I love you, you need this. You’ve been so stressed out and your friends just want you to let loose”.

“I guess you’re right, but I’m just say-“

“Enough. You’re going, we’re almost at Ha-yoon’s house.

Ha-yoon, was your best friend from freshman year at college. You two had met after becoming roommates. It was like a match made in heaven, you both bonded quite quickly and have been inseparable since. You’re also going out with your friend Yoona from your old sociology class, and Kathleen, an old family friend who is visiting.

You walked through the front door and like clockwork Ha-yoon leaped into your arms.

“Y/N OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH” she squealed

“HA-YOON I SAW YOU LAST NIGHT” you laughed and hugged her

“Y/n prepare for the awesomest, coolest, most funnest night of your life” Kathleen said whilst using her hands to create an invisible vision

“Guys cmon it hasn’t been thaaaaat long since I’ve been out… right”

Yoona laughed and spoke up “sweetie I think the last time we went clubbing together was my 21st birthday and we’re 24 now”

“Wow.. it really has been that long” you say embarrassed.

“Okay okay! Enough chitchat we need to get ready!” Ha-yoon announced while dragging you down the hall

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“Okay I don’t know about all of you but we look hot as fuck” Kathleen says while looking in the mirror

“We’re gonna have everyone drooling tonight” jokes Yoona

“Omg y/n send of your outfit to Sang-woo” Ha-yoon says while making kissy faces and noises

“His jaw will be on the floor girl”

“You look hot as shit”

“Alright alright I’ll show him what I’m wearing” you blush and snap a quick pic

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Sang-woo felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He noticed it was a text from you, he went to open it and immediately felt his cheeks heat up. You looked absolutely beautiful in your sparkly tube top and black mini skirt. He typed a quick “you look absolutely stunning ,my pretty girl❤️” not wanting to keep you glued to your phone, but to also let you know that his girlfriend looks hot.

As you thanked Sang-woo you felt the girls swarm you.

“AWW HE CALLED HIS PRETTY GIRL”

“OMG YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE”

“UGH GET MARRIED ALREADY”

“Okay let’s get going” you grab your coat and head outside to meet the uber

The drive was about fifteen minutes. You all hopped out of the car and thanked the driver. The lineups weren’t bad seeing everyone was already in the bars

You walked into the newest club, “electric avenue”. It was pretty modern seeing it has only been open a few weeks. The place was full, randoms making out everywhere, sweaty people grinning all upon each other. Half of you missed this feeling, while the other half yearned to be home in bed with your boyfriend. You were quickly pulled out of your trance to the sound of Ha-yoon announcing she bought you all tequila shots to kick off your night

“LET GIRLS NIGHT BEGIN BITCHESSSS”

You all down your shots like water and order some more. Ha-yoon insists on buying again, but you interrupted her and used your card.

“Y/n! No! Bad! Bad y/n, tonight is about you no more buying stuff for us” she whines and smacks your arm

“Ouch ” you laugh and take your other shot

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You guys find a table and have a few drinks before finally making your way to the dance floor.

“Alright let’s get out there the music is finally getting good” Kathleen stands up and grabs your hand

The night is only young yet, you guys head back to your table after a few songs, only to be approached by a guy who had been eyeing Yoona the whole night

“Hey let me buy you a drink hot stuff”

“Only if you’ll buy for my friends too” Yoona says while playing with her hair

“Of course doll, ladies come with me and let me know what you want”

You all head to the bar with him and order your drink of choice. You thank him and Yoona exchanges numbers with him.

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“I meeeaaannn he’s kinda cute” Yoona says while winking at him from across the room

“And a free drink is also great” you slur

“Oh. My. God. Y/F/N (your full name) are you already drunk” spits Ha-yoon

“I’m so proud of her” Kathleen fake cries “they grow up so fast”

“Guys come on I’m not that lame. I can be cool” you smirk and pull your friends back onto the dance floor

Evacuate The Dancefloor begins to play. You all get on the dance floor and let loose. Your hips swaying side to side, your hair bouncing around while moving to the beat. You all looked drop-dead-gorgeous, your outfits hugging you in all the right places. The whole club couldn’t take their eyes off of you four.

You guys have a cycle on the go, dance and drink, dance and drink. You guys keep this going for a couple of hours until the song ends and suddenly you don’t feel so good. You grab Ha-Yoon and run to the bathroom. You make it in the stall and all the alcohol you consumed is now gone and flushed down the toilet.

“Should I call Sang-woo to come get you”

“Whaaaat. No im fine see” you give your biggest smile, eager to stay longer for girls night

“I’m gonna call him” she says while grabbing your phone from your purse”

“Hey no, give that back” you try to grab it from her hands only to have your face smushed into Ha-yoon’s hand” you continue to fight through the resistance of her hand but it’s no use she already had Sang-woo’s number called.

“Y/n sweetie everything alright?”

“Hey Sang-Woo it’s Ha-yoon, I’m just calling to see if you could bring us home? Y/n is feeling a little sick-“

“Hey I told you I was fine” *hiccup* your eyes widen and you cover your mouth quickly thinking it will make Ha-yoon and Sang-woo unhear it.

“Yes I can come get you guys now, which club are you at?”

“Electric avenue”

Before Sang-woo could answer you snatch the phone from your friends hand

“Heyyyyy Sangie *hiccup* I’m totally fineeeee you don’t need to get us yet”

“Y/n-

“Shhhhh baby relax, I am calm, cool, and collected”

There’s a moment of silence until he speaks again “Put Ha-yoon back on the phone please honey”

“BOOOOO you’re no fun” you pout and hand the phone back to Ha-yoon.

“I’ll be there in 10, and make sure she drinks some water”

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Ha-yoon fixes the mascara that slightly dripped from your eyes and patted down your hair before you joined Kathleen and Yoona.

“There you guys are!” Kathleen ran over to hug you both

“Is everything alright” said Yoona

“Y/n here had a little… accident… and isn’t feeling well. I called Sang-woo to come get us if that’s alright”

“Yes oh my goodness”

“This place was getting kinda boring anyway”

As you all giggled and waited for Sang-woo some guy approached you.

“Hey pretty lady how about we ditch this snooze-fest and had back to my place” he winked to you

“NO I have a boyfriend! See!” You snap back while showing him your phone background as a picture of you and Sang-woo.

His eyes quickly scanned and he looked at you again and smirked “Well why don’t you drop the zero and get a load of this hero” he said, pointing his thumbs at himself, still not taking the hint

“Well the zero is here” Sang-woo says, appearing behind the random guy

“Oh sangie my baby im so happy to see you” you shriek running into your boyfriend’s arms. Sang-woo pulls you into his embrace while softly stroking your back.

“Yo this guy old as hell, let me show you what a guy your own age can d-“ before he could finish his sentence he was quickly met with a fist, your fist.

You winced in pain while looking at your hand.

“NO FUCKING WAY”

Your friends gasp in unison, dumbfounded but also amused that their sweet and innocent friend was capable of such actions.

Sang-woo was quick to rush to your side and take a look at your hand

“Hey security that little slut just punched me! Well are you going to do something” he says while flailing his arms around

“Yeah you want some more you little bitch” you bark back while Sang-woo holds you back, clearly too tired for all of this

Security walks toward you all. You start to apologize profusely but he just walks past you and grabs the guy you punched instead

“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave”

“ME?!” He shrieks as he’s carried outside

The bartender walks toward you guys and explains he’s a local pest that does this all the time.

“Alright girls we should get going” Sang-woo says grabbing your hand

You all make your way to Sang-woo’s car

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“Can we get McDonalds, pretty please” you beg

“Yeah please Sangwoo”

“It would mean a lot to us”

“Please please please”

“Alright alright” he chuckles and pulls into the drive-thru

After the most difficult drive-thru experience Sang-woo has ever encountered due to all of your drunk giggles and babbling, you finally get all your food and dig in.

As you finish your food he drops off all of your friends and makes his way back to your shared apartment.

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You try and get out of the car but you quickly met with the cold concrete. You groan and Sang-woo rushes to your side

“Holy shit uhm are you o-okay?! Did you hit your head, are you hurt” he rambles while bending down to your side

You couldn’t help but giggle at him, he finally laughs with you while throwing you over his shoulder. You walk onto the elevator and press the button for your floor.

He puts you down while he takes out his keys and guides you through the door. He sits you down on the couch and takes off your boots.

“I’m sorry about what that guy said about you Sang-woo”

“Honey it’s not your fault that he’s a dick” he says while kissing the top of your head. He picks you up again and brings you to the bedroom.

“Hands up y/n” he says while helping you out of your clothes. He hands you a pair of panties and one of his shirts to wear to bed.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, yeah?

“Okay yay!” You run into the bathroom and begin taking off your makeup. Since you’re still a little drunk Sang-woo does most of the work. You brush your teeth, do you skin care, and wrap your hand, hoping it doesn’t bruise.

“I had a lot of fun tonight, I’m really happy you convinced me to go out”

“I’m glad you had fun my love. I’m so proud of you” sang-woo kisses you and pulls you closer to his chest

“Even if I punched that guy?

“Especially because you punched that guy”

You giggled and look at your hand, a reminder that you did this FOR Sang-woo. It’s hard enough to hear snide comments from people while you guys are in public. You had never let the age gap become an issue in your relationship. You’re both adults and he treats you like his princess. When that guy called Sang-woo old you didn’t even know you punched him until you felt your hand sting.

“I’m just so glad to be home, in bed, with you, while watching our favourite movie” snuggling into Sang-woo while he continues to play with your hair.

“And I’m glad to be here, in bed, with the beautiful girlfriend”

You blush and give him a kiss

“We should get some rest it’s getting awfully late”

“Sir yes sir” you chuckled “goodnight my love”

“Goodnight my little scrapper”

You smack his chest “not funny” while holding back a laugh

“Too soon?”

“Too soon.”

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Anyway. I know this is bad but I don’t care because I needed to post something! Hope you enjoy 😜

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please someone to write more about gyeong-seok... fluff smut or anything PLEASE. I really need that man, he's so cute 🥺

please if you know about someone who writes about him tell me !!!!

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I love him,, autism

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Mourned her like I lost a family member. I was so tuned out after her death like idec anymore

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Can someone write something about Park Gyeong-Seok (Squid Game). This man needs more recognition 😔💐

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Taxi! Taxi! Ahh sangwoo

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so im loving all of the smut and angst namgyu/thanos fics and drabbles, BUT WHERE IS THE FLUFF💔💔💔 LIKE GUYS SOMETIMES I WANNA JUST HOLD NAMGYU’S AND/OR THANOS’S HAND IS THAT SO WRONG☹️☹️☹️

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it makes me laugh and pissed off at the same time that now most of the squid game fandom thinks that myungi is hot even though he did a lot of very bad things and that's okay but when season 1 came out and someone dared to think that sangwoo was hot it was unthinkable. (even though sangwoo did all that to survive)

i love hypocrisy

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Gallagher family reunion at the Happy Gilmore 2 premiere

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