yongilho

[yongilho]

I heard you did that yourself. Can you do one for me too? To celebrate our new friendship. Who says I'm your friend? What are you then? My lover?

[yongilho]

“Yeah, I’m fine.” The words sound absurd even before they leave his mouth, but he says them anyway—more to reassure her, or just to fill the silence. In truth, he has no idea how he’s doing. The past two days have been the strangest of his life. Whatever he’d expected when he decided to take that business card, it certainly wasn’t this.

A lot of people died—none of them anyone he’d spoken to, but did that even matter?

“We’re going to be voting tomorrow. What are you going to do?” he asks, though he already knows most will vote to stay in the games. They’re desperate enough to have joined in the first place, and life outside isn’t any better. For some, this is the safer option—far safer than going home or running from the loan sharks.

“We have no way of knowing what the next game is going to be,” he continues, his tone resigned. “We can guess.” He shrugs and closes his eyes briefly, the pounding in his head growing worse. A headache—and he’d do just about anything for a smoke.

ㅤㅤ𝓨oung-mi watched Gil-ho rest against the wall and slide down to the floor, a reasonable reaction to everything. She walked over to where he had sat down and took a seat beside him- not in the same manner, but so she was also resting against the hard wall. ❝In the moment, things can change. We don't know what they're throwing at us next.❞ She shook her head no. ❝I'm okay. At least, I feel okay... Are you okay though?❞ At least she had one ally in here, she felt safer in numbers. With two of them, they could watch one another's back. ❝I wasn't sure what to expect, honestly.❞

|| @yongilho

[yongilho]

She never listens—never has—but now she’s running on autopilot. He recognizes the look, understands what’s happening. She’s afraid. It would be absurd if she weren’t, but she won’t admit it. Of course not. Instead, she barrels through it, like a bulldozer plowing through obstacles. He’s seen it before—the same stubborn drive that brought her back with a bruised lip, a black eye, and a wad of cash clutched between her thin fingers. That look, a mix of grim determination and resignation, says it all: this is how things are, and there’s no changing it. You either move forward or die.

He falls in step behind her, grabbing his own tray. Rice, a boiled egg, a carton of milk, and one sausage. They return to their claimed spot in the cavernous room and sit down. He balances the tray on his lap but doesn’t touch the food right away. What if there’s something in it? Would it even make sense? Then again, nothing else has made sense. Play children’s games, lose, and get snipped.

Just hours ago, the room had been packed with a hundred more people, all dressed in the same tracksuits, each with their own number. They’d all woken up desperate, ready to make money however they could. After one game, they were gone—dead.

Gil-ho stares at the egg—or rather, the two eggs rolling on his tray. It almost makes him laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead, he picks up the lone sausage and hands it to her. A trade.

“Married?” he repeats the word like it’s foreign to him, as though she’s spoken in another language. The concept seems absurd, incomprehensible. Why would he get married? Who would he marry? Who would he hate enough to do that to himself? What kind of husband could he possibly be?

“No, I never got married,” he replies, his tone flat, as though explaining something painfully obvious to a child. He’s baffled she even asked. Maybe she’s in more shock than he thought.

“Does your husband know you’re here?” he asks, the question sharp and deliberate. He knows she got married once but had stopped keeping track of her life long ago. It had been too much, and eventually, he’d decided he needed to pretend she didn’t exist.

gilho isn't the kind of man you can trick . everything you know , gilho knows better , always a step or two forward . not that she's tried to , but it's hard to believe he also believed a shady man in a suit and took his card . maybe aeri doesn't want to believe it in the first place . she frowns a little at that - they know why she couldn't go to him . and it's too late for explanations , not sure if gilho would like to hear it anyway . it's just warming her chest to know he's here for the girls , not for his own wishes . she came here to save herself and he came to save the girls - noble . aeri swallows back what she'd tell him for being a good man .

we're fucked up .

not really , isn't it all children's games ? if they stayed together and behaved , if they looked away from the blood , how hard is it to win ? six games , one down . she was startled when he told her to stay here and while she would prefer to obey , she's pretty sure those bastards won't give extra food to one person . ‘ don't be ridiculous . ‘ up on steadier feet , now wavering now . aeri's hair had reached to the small of her back . her husband always asked her to cut it , the only thing she was stubborn not to listen to because she knew gilho liked long hair - had heard the girls giggle about it in the toilet when she was smoking . it flies behind her thin waist as her arms reach backward to get rid of the green jacket .

she hopes gilho follows after her . stood behind a comparably old man with her arms crossed under her chest , a lazy look settled in her eyes as she stares at one of the guards . ‘ .. do you think they're aliens ? ‘ a very useless question , asked from a man who doesn't even believe in the ghosts . aeri finds his lack of belief rather attractive , despite her attempts at showing him he's wrong . when the guard gives her the food , all he gets in return is her cold , dead fish stare ; one probably accompanied by the tall hound behind her who doesn really let anyone get close to her . anyone but one of the younger boys - eagerly sitting beside her to ask yet another useless question . ' do you want my egg ? ' mouth full of rice , she glances at player 144's spoon which was gathering his egg in it , and frowns slightly . ‘ i hate eggs .. can you have mine ? ‘ her easy attitude toward gilho must have given enough message , she puts her egg in gilho's plate before going back to eat her rice . again , aeri speaks with her mouth full , asks it trying to seem unbothered . asks it when the positive answer will break her heart . ‘ did you get married ? ‘

[yongilho]

She was doing that thing again, that thing she always did. Like some kind of stubborn play at power and control. It was fear, he knew that - she knew that. But they played along - or at least he did. But now, she thought that he had grown APATHETIC! Now that had not been a word that anyone had ever used to describe him, of course, she’d be the first. She had been the first for almost everything else, so why the hell not this too? “ Why do you N E E D me to hate you? ”

Because under all that armor she had wrapped around herself, he could see who she was, that little girl scared of the life she had found herself in - abandoned, alone. Both of them were like that, no ties to anything or anyone so they had tied themselves to each other, so tight that the connection was resembling a noose. “

You want to leave, why would I stop you? You want someone else? Why would I hate you? ” Maybe because he knew that there wouldn’t be any family, home-cooked meals, and retirement plan for people like hi,m and if she can get that elsewhere, she should. “ I’m not going to hate you just so it’s easier for you to leave. ”

“  i’d rather you hate me than be apathetic.  hate means you still care.  ” / from his gf heh / MEME - accepting! @005play

[yongilho]

 ENEMIES TO LOVERS,  LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

“  you really expect me to believe a word you’re saying.  now?  after everything you’ve done.  ” 

“ do you really think i’m humble enough to ask for your help if i wasn’t truly fucking desperate?  ”

“  you’re either really desperate to be coming to me,  or you think i’m a lot stupider than i am.  ”

“  face it,  i know you better than anyone else.  ”  

“   somehow,  out of everyone.  even my own damn friends,  you know me more.  ” 

“  i’ve seen parts of you no one else will ever understand.  i see who you are.  what you are.  and i think you should stop making yourself smaller to make the world comfortable. ”  

“  we’re nothing alike.  i’ll never be like you.  ”

“  why are you asking me for help?  ”

“  you’re the only person who isn’t going to treat me with kid gloves right now.  ”

“  you’re the only person who i know will let me do what i need to do without trying to talk me out of it.  ”  

“  i don’t understand what happened to us…why didn’t you trust me?  ”

“  i’ve been in your shadow long enough.  this isn’t about you.  it’s about me,  for once.  ”

“  i’m not a project for you to finish.  i’m not here to be part of your little savior complex.  so stop trying to save me.  ”

“  why didn’t you kill me?  when you had the chance?  ”

“  if you were going to kill me,  you would have done it already.  so,  what do you want from me?  ” 

“  i think this is the first we’ve had a full conversation that didn’t involve you insulting me.  ”

“  you’ve never held back from telling me the truth before.  that’s what i’m counting on now.  ”

“  i don’t hate you.  i pity you.  ”

“  i don’t hate you.  i admire you.  i always have.  ”

“  i’d rather you hate me than be apathetic.  hate means you still care.  ”

“  please—  just let me help you.  ” 

“  i don’t think you’re a monster.  not really.  i just think that’s what you tell yourself to feel strong.  ”

 “  i know you don’t believe me,  but i’m trying to help.  and i could actually do what i need to if you’d stop questioning me.  ”

“  i’ve always been able to tell when you’re lying.  ”

“  well actually,  i came here to fight.  but it looks like you’ve had a shit enough day it kinda feels like i’d be kicking a puppy.  ”

“  no—  please don’t cry.  i’m…not good with the crying.  ”

“  if we’re about to talk about feelings i’m out.  ”  

“  we could have had a future,  you know.  i wanted to do this with you.  but you ruined it.  ” 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i remember giving you this scar.  you were so goddamn stubborn.  ”

“  i love you.  but that doesn’t change anything.  ”

“  i don’t think you’re evil.  i think you’re just lost.  and alone.  and you don’t know anything else.  ”

“  it’s too late for me.  ”

“  it’s not to late.  i don’t believe that.  ”

“  i’m just here to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.  ”

“  i’m just not ready to tell the others about us.  they won’t understand.  ”

“  you’re the only one who has ever really understood me.  ”

PROMPTS:

♡ for one muse to kiss the other with a knife to their throat

☁ for a fight to turn into a kiss and/or sex 

❧ for our muses to be forced to take shelter together 

❦ for our muses to be forced to share a bed 

♥ for one muse to unexpectedly save the other’s life 

☂ for one muse to spare the other’s life 

✘ for one muse to get hurt protecting the other 

✔ for one muse to catch the other in a vulnerable moment and have sympathy 

☼ for one muse to see the other hurt and get angry 

ϟ for one muse to take revenge on someone for hurting the other 

✐ for one muse to do something hard/morally grey so the other doesn’t have to

☾ for one muse to open up about their motivations to the other 

✄ our muses having angry sex 

¶ our muses having desperate, passionate sex 

❀ for one muse to confess their feelings to the other 

► for one muse to injure the other and immediately regret it 

▼ for one muse to heal the other after being the one to injure them 

◄ for one muse treat the others injury caused by a third party 

 💀 for one muse to hold the other while they die 

[yongilho]

He was angry, but not at her—though it was clear that’s exactly what she thought. This would’ve been the perfect moment for a smoke, ideally somewhere far from here. But life had never worked that way for him. Wishing for things to change—or worse, to get better—was a surefire recipe for disappointment and wasted time.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, giving her a quick once-over. She didn’t seem to have any visible injuries—no scratches, no bruises. There’d been a scuffle earlier, but she’d come out of it unscathed. Good. She was one of the few people who didn’t belong here, and maybe that was the biggest sign of how far things had fallen—that she was here at all.

“You don’t need to do anything. I was just frustrated.”

Running a hand through his hair, Gil-ho slid down the wall he’d been leaning on and sat, exhaling slowly. “You did well today.”

continued from here with @minglz

[yongilho]

A bandage hung loosely from his arm, barely clinging on—half of it flapping with each movement, exposing a cut that hadn’t fully healed. With a sharp tug, he ripped the rest of it off, twirling it between his fingers before flicking it toward the piles of trash stacked around the industrial-sized garbage bins.

It was early morning, the icy chill of winter night giving way to an even colder dawn. The streets were mostly deserted, save for the occasional car passing by. In the distance, faint music echoed from a karaoke bar still alive with activity. For the revelers inside, six in the morning didn’t mean bedtime—it was either time to find another spot to keep the party going or to hunt down a steaming bowl of soup before heading home.

One of the girls was supposed to meet him half an hour ago. Her client had only booked her until five, and she should’ve been here by now. He sighed, deciding to wait a few more minutes before heading to the club to find her.

But before he could shift his weight or light another cigarette, the sound of footsteps against the frozen pavement drew his attention. He looked up, spotting a familiar face and a familiar frock.

“Morning,” he said, giving a small nod in greeting.

a little plotted thing with @dcstinyscdgc

[yongilho]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD PROMPTS PT 1 *  assorted dialogue from the first hour of the video game

somebody's gotta stop him... and that's where you come in.

so... where were we?

our story begins where all great stories begin: with the seediest bar in town and a missing contact.

let's try this again.

you think you can come into my bar and make demands?

i'm not leaving until i know where she is.

be ready to talk by the time i get to you.

darling... you're adorable.

for the record, there was probably an easier way to do that than fighting an entire bar.

what'd i have to worry about? you were there watching my back.

break's over.

something must have gotten them riled up.

should we be in more of a hurry to get out of here?

i have to talk him down.

are they after us?

we don't have time to get arrested.

you're safe now. get inside and bar the doors.

there are a lot of scared people out here.

what about you two? are you okay?

have you got my gear?

can you get us there, [name]?

this is nowhere near my neighborhood.

eyes up! we've got company!

used to fight these assholes every day.

i'm back on the job.

isn't that a coincidence?

you said you had a lead?

that's where your man is hiding.

you told me he was working alone.

i'll take it from here.

take care of the team for me.

hope i'm not interrupting.

let's buy him some time.

i have taken precautions to minimize the damage.

people are dying right now.

you need to listen. please.

people are always dying. it is what they do.

shit. we need a better plan.

what if we disrupt the ritual?

the storm could tear you apart.

you came a long way and made a valiant effort.

this story does not end in my downfall.

you have no idea what you have done.

i know what i did.

i was not destroying the world.

why am i here?

had i the power to control you, i would have already used it.

get out of my head!

i do not want to be here any more than you do.

what are you talking about?

thanks to you, though, i am now trapped.

you were innocently doing nothing when we came along.

[name] always said you'd have a big explanation for why none of this was your fault.

i am certain you will be fine.

you don't get to sit back and look smug!

what else could i possibly do?

you will soon see what i was trying to prevent.

this is your responsibility now.

look who's still with us!

trust me. i've had worse. gonna take more than a flesh wound to stop me.

turns out, you were right.

the plan did go a little wrong.

i should have come up with a better plan.

you worked with what you had. and you succeeded, by the way.

[name]. you've got this. i've seen your work.

there's a reason i dragged you into this whole mess.

you're clever. adaptable. and you don't know when to quit.

sorry, i didn't mean to barge in.

i really need to look around.

we should talk about things.

i'll work with it. you know me.

maybe our paths haven't crossed, but i know our work has.

we've just got to start somewhere.

this is a dangerous job. everyone knew that signing on.

you don't slow down for much, do you?

let's stop worrying about me and go do that.

come get me when you're ready to go.

you're sure that wasn't just a dream?

i'm not certain of anything.

we're not out of danger.

we need to get out there and stop them.

we can't just sit here and do nothing.

we need to investigate. figure out what we're dealing with before we rush in and make things worse.

this time, if we see a shot, we take it.

you sure you're up for this?

it's not working! i can't contain it!

you all were supposed to stop him.

it didn't go as cleanly as we hoped.

things just got a whole lot worse.

let's just say they weren't known for their kindness.

you're in no condition to fight.

[yongilho]

He doesn’t pay attention to what the others are doing. Some are arguing, others stand motionless, and a few have already claimed beds as far away from the center of the room as possible. How is anyone supposed to process this? He’d known it would be messed up—it had been strange from the start. Play a game, slap each other, then move on to the next twisted challenge.

He’d been part of something similar before. Not this extreme—no, never this extreme—but close enough. Fighting rings. Rich bastards placing bets on who would win, who would get knocked out, who’d take the first black eye. Did any of it really matter? Sometimes someone would die. They tried to prevent that, but only because it was a hassle to deal with—not out of any regard for safety or human life.

Not everyone here is human. Or at least, society doesn’t see them that way. To the outside world, they’re outsiders—vermin. Everyone’s just trying to survive, somehow.

“So what if he died?”

There’s no time to dwell on it, and he doesn’t care either way.

“You couldn’t have come to me.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Not now, at least. But if not now, then when?

Gil-ho scans the room. Groups are already forming. It’s obvious that, for many of them, the world outside is far more dangerous than whatever this is. It’s not just the debt; it’s the debt collectors. He should know—he’d worked in that field too.

“Business is getting worse. The girls need to be done with that world. This money was supposed to cover at least some of that.” He lets out a bitter sigh. “I guess, like everyone else here, we’re equally screwed.”

He sinks down beside her just as the guards enter. They announce that food will be distributed, and tomorrow there will be a vote on whether to continue the games. They’re told to sleep on it—literally.

“I’ll get us food.”

It’s clear what he means: Don’t move.

for some reason , she believed it was all going to end soon . people saw what will happen if they lose so they're obviously going to try to find a way to leave this place . who on earth would want to stay here ? who cares how much money they'll give them ? the sight of ribboned coffins make her frown , she watches as the guards lift bodies and put them in the coffins like they're some sort of present . her body swayed toward where he was taking her , joining one of the lines that'll lead them back down toward the stairs . one thing's for sure , they're not in seoul anymore .

why are you here ?

she won't have a poetic answer to that , she's not here beca life is taking too long . why is everyone else here anyway ? for the start , she thought it was going to be some sort of sex game for crazy rich people or a gambling platform . when that man kept slapping her , her mind went to the first place - what else ? the horrors are seeping into her brain slowly , she's just realizing what they've done . when they go down the stairs , she decides to ignore him ; not really . that's her habit . whenever scared , or confused , aeri would go incredibly quiet . wouldn't answer to the simplest questions mister yon would ask , and ever since they got close , she was doing the same . but they're given a bunk bed , and while the crowd argues , fights , she sits beside him in silence . a cat trusting its owner , was what one of the girls called it . ‘ he died . ‘ she says all of a sudden , their little bubble of silence was uninterrupted . she look down at her hands , rubs her finger over her empty ring finger as her eyes blink tiredly . ‘ he died , and i had to pay the debts . ‘ how did he die ? gilho didn't have to know that now , did he ? she used the same technique he taught her back then , and the poison that he said would disappear in blood so the autopsy wouldn't know a thing . then , her attention is drawn to him at last - she turns her upper half to him and asks quietly ; ‘ why are you here ? are you stupid ? ‘

[yongilho]

We're wasting time. We need to go get her.

Gangnam B-Side | Episode 1

[yongilho]

What the hell was she doing here? The whole thing was some kind of Hail Mary attempt at—what, exactly? At living a life like everyone else? At normalcy? Tying up loose ends and paying off debts? And then what? Disappear to some quiet countryside, sit outside, and live out the rest of his days in peace? It sounded as good as someone like him could hope for—better, even.

But, of course, life was never going to be kind to people like him.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. She was supposed to have her normal life, far removed from this nightmare—not standing in front of him, covered in blood. The game had turned into a bloodbath, a fucking nightmare. And while both of them had survived, dozens of others hadn’t. Their bodies now lay scattered where they’d fallen, the sand soaking up the blood from bullet wounds. Guards moved methodically, carrying in boxes and packing up the corpses like cargo.

He didn’t move or speak at first, just stood there watching, trying to make sense of it all.

“You shouldn’t have been here in the first place.”

He wanted to shake her, hold her, throw her over his shoulder, and carry her out of this place. Anything to get her away from it. But then the speaker crackled to life, ordering everyone to form lines and head down the stairs to the main hall where the beds were.

Gil-ho wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and half-guiding, half-carrying her as they moved together.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice low and strained.

They shuffled down the stairs, slow and unsteady, until he found an empty bed in the back and dragged her to it. The announcement told them they could vote to leave. He already knew how this would go. These people—desperate, broken—wouldn’t vote to leave. At least, not the majority.

He had to make a plan. He had to protect her.

continued from here with @005play

[yongilho]

BIBI as Jenny and Ji Chang Wook as Yun Gilho in Gangnam B-Side (2024)

BIBI as Lee Hae Ryeon and Ji Chang Wook as Park Junmo in The Worst of Evil (2023)

[yongilho]

Ji Chang Wook as Yun Gilho in episode one of Gangnam B-Side (2024)

[yongilho]

YONGILHO: a private original squid game character !

sideblog to @luminescenc1e ! a study in : abandonment, capitalism, drugs, violence, sex work, abuse, criminality, human psyche, the underbelly of human society & the people that have been rejected by society !

affiliated with : @005play

written by delila 30+ (she/her) GMT+1

read bio & rules before following!

bio : gil-ho grew up in an orphanage , at age sixteen he was expelled from school. he was severely bullied by his classmates due to the fact that he had no parents or family ! after , he does what he can to make ends meet. doing odd jobs, he ends up working for MADAMS in Gangam. PART - TIME BODYGUARD , PART - TIME PIMP. gets locked up a few times , and after the last one decides to change his name & forge documents. one. of his girls gets killed and he realizes that he can't do much to protect them, so one day he gets approached by a man in a suit - asking him to play a game ! he joins the games under THE NUMBER 087 ! playing to win money so he can protect the girls & get revenge !

rules : this is a multiverse & multiship blog, so he can be pushed into any canon or universe. I adore plotting so if you want us to create a cool backstory for our characters - you know where to find me!

my activity is determined by my muse, real life & other obligations just like everyone else. if I'm not here I am on my main multi or on @mallfoii.

gil-ho is havily inspired by the canon character that I already write with the same name, that is from the tv show gangam b-side. he is very jaded & hard to trust, so keep in mind that off the bat, unless we plot otherwise, he's not going to be that talkative or nice to your character.

this is a hobby and I treat it as such, feel free to reply whenever you want, no need to tell me that you are dropping a thread, just be normal & chill, and we will get along!