#* 218

[trashgyrl]

the fact that before traumatizing gihun further, both sangwoo and inho said "im sorry" to him

[snailspng]

Random PNGs, part 218

(1. Perfume bottle by Julien Viard, 2. Diptych compass and sundial from c. 1595, 3. Astrology map, 4. Half-moon banjo, 5. Illustration from manuscript "La Sfera", 6. "Étoile cosmique" by Raymond Roussel from 1923, 7. Illustration by Cesare Ripa, 8. Constellation Cygnus from medieval manuscript, 9. Medieval signet ring)

[thesunssin]

Such a small but lovely detail I’ve noticed about Sangwoo.

Sangwoo never spoke informally to Gihun.

He always referred to Gihun as “Hyung” no matter the circumstance, even if he was trying to avoid him, angry at him, frustrated, sad or on the verge of killing him, he always called him Hyung, his mouth naturally calling his name in respect, even if he tries to deny the attachment he has to Gihun, the person he grew with, the person who he considers family, a loved one, and someone he so deeply cares about that his body unconsciously cares for him, unable to detach from him. He can’t deny how much he truly cares for him, even if he is bloody, he knows just how deeply their relationship runs, and how much it affects him in turn. The boy infront of him was once a kid just like him, both playing games and laughing with each other, both now sharing mothers, and now sharing wounds.

He’ll always be that little boy that played squid game with his hyung and lost, the two little kids who would run to their mothers for food, but like he said. “Nobody is calling us anymore” the bitter truth of their twisted lives now, their childhood tainted with blood.

[bl1ssfulelleon]

Hwang In-ho: “I’ll betray everyone, including you, Gi-hun.”

Cho Sang-woo: “I’ll betray everyone, except you, Gi-hun.”

toxic yaoi & doomed yaoi yum!!

[k1mbe3rly]

pls do cho sangwoo twt links

since you asked so nicely 😘

Cho Sangwoo twitter links

thrusting up into you

sitting on his face

tying and blindfolding him

making the bed shake

fucking you thru your panties

floor sex

breeding you

giving you what you want

getting your brains fucked out

There’s always time for more

[sensationallysangwoo]

Me after begging my friend to take a pic of my outfit

[gihunloversunite]

His ghost was mad af watching all that go down

[buddienetwork]

First Hug & Latest Hug S02E18 & S08E10, 9-1-1

[911gif]

9-1-1 (2018 - present) 2.18 - This Life We Choose

[izzyfishie]

idc if he’s killed people he’s so bbg and i wanna hug him

[seasaltrasp]

Cigarettes

a cho sang woo fic | post-squidgame au

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inspired by this cas song + a dream i had

1.5k words, dbf!cho sang woo x f!reader

warnings: age gap, smoking, mentions of lighters

note: first time writing a fic ! i genuinely could not explain to you what this is, happy reading <3

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The night wrapped itself around the house like a thick velvet blanket, cool and heavy, muffling the world outside. The warmth from inside spilled out in golden streams through the windows, making the dark feel even more intimate, more distant. The house stood like an oasis in the midst of the night, quiet but alive with the weight of the evening’s conversation.

Inside, the table had been cleared, the dishes stacked in the sink with care. The remnants of dinner lingering in the air—a warm hum of laughter, the soft clink of silverware against porcelain. He had come for dinner, a guest of my father, the man whose sharp wit and quiet intelligence had filled the room, a surprising contrast to the heavy weight he carried in his eyes.

Cho Sang Woo, my father’s business partner, was a man in his forties who seemed older than the years that clung to him. But when my father suggested he stay the night—too late to drive, too long a distance—he didn’t hesitate. “Stay in the guest room,” my father had said, waving a hand as if it were nothing, and so he did.

He had lingered on the couch, nursing his scotch, his hands resting on the edge of the glass like he was trying to find an anchor in a storm. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was only half-present, as though his mind was on an island somewhere far away.

When my parents retired to bed, he excused himself, saying he needed some air. It was a statement that didn’t quite ask for permission, but there was something about the way he spoke it—so softly, yet so firmly—that made it clear he didn’t need to explain himself.

I watched as he stepped outside, his form slipping into the night like a shadow, leaving me to the quiet lull of the house. I rinsed the dishes slowly, my thoughts lingering on the man who seemed to be running from something, his every movement weighed with invisible regret. When I finished, I stepped out onto the porch, the wood beneath my feet creaking in the stillness.

The air was cold and sweet, tinged with the scent of damp earth from the garden.

He was sitting on the steps leading up to the house, a shadow among shadows. He had come outside to escape something inside him. His figure was relaxed, almost languid, but there was a tension in him that I couldn’t quite place, a rigidity beneath the surface that suggested a history deeper than I could understand, but he masked it with the ease of someone used to playing a role.

I didn’t know what haunted him, but I could feel it in the way his gaze occasionally dipped into the distance, as if looking for something that no longer existed.

He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, fingers almost caressing the smooth cardboard, before cursing softly under his breath when he realized he’d forgotten his lighter. I almost smiled at how perfectly human the moment felt—despite everything, he was still just a man, fumbling for something as ordinary as a flame.

I lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching the way he exhaled in frustration. Then, as if on cue, he turned his head slightly, sensing me before I even made a sound.

“Got a lighter?”

His voice was low, amused, but with that edge of tiredness I was beginning to recognize.

Without a word, I reached into the pocket of my jacket, feeling the cool metal of my lighter against my fingers. When I pulled it out, it was an object of pure contrast to him. My lighter was small, almost dainty, a delicate pink glimmering thing that would have looked absurd in his calloused, heavy hands.

It flew through the air, almost weightless, and he caught it with the reflexes of someone who was used to playing more dangerous games than catch.

He stared at the lighter, as though trying to figure out its very existence. His brow furrowed, and then, he slowly lifted his gaze to mine.

“This… is your lighter?” he asked, a note of disbelief in his voice, but more so amusement.

I held his gaze, my lips twitching, and in a voice that felt more like a dare than a simple answer, I murmured, “It’s for birthday candles,” the ghost of a smile flitting across my lips. The words tasted like a lie wrapped in a joke.

For a moment, the tension in the air seemed to dissipate, and I could almost see the corner of his mouth twitch. His lips pressed into a hard line, fighting a smile. But it didn’t come. Instead, he shut his eyes with a long exhale, a weary chuckle escaping him as he nodded slightly, as though accepting that this ridiculous object was now the truth of the moment. “Right,” he muttered.

There was something about the way he fidgeted with the lighter—fingers circling it, almost testing its weight—that made the space between us feel impossibly intimate. Without a word, I slid onto the step opposite him, settling a foot’s distance away, my body angled just enough toward him to catch every small detail. The way he inhaled, the slight easing of his shoulders, the way his square rimmed glasses reflected the glow of the cigarette as he took his first drag. He looked, for a moment, like he had finally found the stillness he was searching for.

“You don’t smoke,” he said, not with curiosity, but with the knowing air of someone who was used to reading people like books.

“I do not,” I said, my voice soft, but deliberate.

A thought flickered through me, a quiet, reckless impulse. I glanced at the pack of cigarettes resting beside him. “Today’s as good a day as any,” I said, my fingers already stretching toward the box.

His eyes shifted to me, sharp and quick, and his hand immediately shot out, placing a finger on the pack, sliding it just out of reach with a quiet tut. His gaze met mine, his smile tight, a warning hidden behind the casual gesture.

I couldn’t help but give him a soft pout. My bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly, a playful protest hanging between us like a suspended breath. His gaze snapped away quicker than lightning, fixating on the trail of glistening pebbles leading towards the house. His eyes shifted down to his shoes, then to the blades of grass fluttering in the breeze, and then up at the stars, as if the world around him had suddenly become infinitely more interesting than me.

There was a strange hesitation in the air, like I’d caught him off guard, but I held my ground, watching the way he carefully avoided my gaze. The silence stretched, and something shifted in the way the night felt around us.

Reaching into the other pocket of my jacket, I pulled out my own pack of cigarettes, the plastic wrapper crinkling softly under my fingers. I could feel the beginnings of a grin forming, but I bit it back, my focus entirely on the subtle task at hand.

When he looked back at me, his eyes widened for the briefest moment, a slight chuckle escaping him as he almost choked on the smoke that had been hanging in his mouth. It slipped from his lips in violent tendrils, twisting and scattering through the air, as if his breath itself was suddenly off-kilter.

I watched him carefully, a flutter in my chest, as I picked up my lighter and flicked it open with a soft click. The flame danced to life, casting a glow on my face that seems to give me a depth he’d never seen before. It was almost too intimate, the way the light shifted and shaped my features.

I held the cigarette between my fingers, the tip glowing bright, and without glancing at him, I exhaled a steady stream of smoke into the air, inhaling it back in with the practiced precision of someone who’d done this far too many times. The words slipped out before I could stop them, low and soft, like a secret I couldn’t quite keep to myself.

“Surprised?”

He didn’t answer right away. The smoke curled between us, swirling in the cool night air as I watched the horizon, city lights shimmering in the distance.

Then, finally, he exhaled, his breath a soft laugh, but it was quiet, almost reverent.

“I should have known.”

[trashgyrl]

[cherubsangwoo]

the way sang-woo and gi-hun were eye fucking each other during the final meal.

[angeldiarybook]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨!♡︎

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐱 𝐒𝐎! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

•you guys usually go out to eat at fancy restaurants

•but he doesn’t quite mind when you pick your guys dates

•he knows he doesn’t have to try hard with you to impress you

•a simple casual date is fine with you,you reassured him many times it doesn’t have to be fancy

He’s in debt anyways

•a simple picnic packed with champagne or wine with berries at a near by park as the sun was setting seemed to always be your favorite

•movie nights films genre would mostly include Thriller,sci-fi,or crime films but he didn’t mind or care you picking a rom-com

•those nights would include you snuggled up to him while laying on your apartment couch as he’s fixated on the TV

•Aquarium dates must be his favorite

•he loves seeing you in awe as you admire and adore the fish around you

•he might even take a few pictures of you in the surrounding loving the way the water would reflect a blue lighting color onto you

Then he would take you to go eat fish at his moms shop💀

•cooking dinner together would include you rambling about your day or week in the kitchen as sang woo stays quiet carefully listening to you while doing most of the cooking

•he also likes taking you to a beach not so far away at night and taking walks there with your finger interlock with his

•one time you guys even went to an arcade with gi-hun and his daughter

•his wise self was able to win quite any prize you wanted

•as for taking you to fancy restaurant he gets you flowers each time he takes you picking them out carefully to your liking

•you both dress up nicely sometimes even matching

Guys I’m literally in love with park hae soo 😢 he’s so adorable as if he’s not 40💀 and well looking

[stimtfil]

this golden trio >>>>>> all the 2nd season characters 😞😞😞

[moonlitsmile]

Hi! Can you please do headcanons about how would be Sangwoo with her partner when she has the period?? 🫶🏻🩷

headcannons ⋆｡˚ ❀

Cho sang-woo x reader

he is the sweetest everrr

being gentler with you while your laying down resting, or knowing your cramping

His hand brushing your hair out your face while your sleeping, kissing your cheek softly.

gives the best cuddles when your on your period. His larger arms wrapped around you, your head nuzzled against his shoulder as his hands caress your arm lightly.

Need some pain killers or medicine? He’s quick to get it for you.

if you want to lay down and relax all day hes okay with that. But if you want to get up and go out still he won’t stop you. Just go along with it

you wanna be near him? hug and cuddle. He’ll try and make time for you, laying down with you and cuddling when he finishes his work.

procrastinates on his work to give you more attention, but if we’re being realistic. He’ll try getting all his work done before giving you his full attention since you want a lot of it.

Laying in his arms as your tummy hurts and cramps. Whimpering quietly and shuffling against him. “mm you okay?” He’d whisper gently, a slight hint of worry but mostly softness in his voice.

Tries and gets you most of the snacks or drinks you want, but not asking for a lot since you know hes so busy with his work.

“cmere..” he’d mumble. Once he finished all his work he’d climb into bed with you.

Cuddles and gentle kisses for the rest of the night since he has all the time to give you his attention now.