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Could you do a Dae ho fic where the (fem)reader is pretty emotionless, but she still joins gi-hun's group. then like once she meets dae ho she's just very bluntly like "I like, you are mine, I'm protecting you" and continues to threaten people that cause issues to dae ho and only really listens when he tells her to do something

I think it would be cute to see dae ho really flustered by that

Kimchi

Dae-ho x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox like forever am sorry. Hope it's okay 🫶🏻

☆☆☆

The first time Dae-ho saw you was during the Red Light, Green Light game on your first day. You were standing a few metres ahead of him, he could see you during the entire game and for some reason couldn't get his eyes off you. That much you stood out of the other players.

When people started running around in total panic and were getting shot, you didn't even flinch – not one bit. You stayed completely still as if you were standing alone at a bus stop waiting for the next bus, while Dae-ho's entire body was trembling in fear.

Whenever it was time to move towards the finish line again, you only goofed and played around as you ran forward, once doing a pirouette in the air and landing on one foot, reminding Dae-ho of a figure skater, just when the doll turned around to scan the area. You didn't look like you were taking this seriously at all, while people were getting killed all around you.

Only someone with a death wish or no will to live would act like that.

But somehow, you managed to reach the finish line in time, even faster than majority of the other players. You sat on the ground, cross-legged while the players on the other side were shot. Again, it was like you were deaf and didn't hear the gunshots at all and was watching merely a theatre act play out in front of you.

You were so unbothered it disturbed Dae-ho but also made him intrigued what made you to be that way – unless it was purely a personality trait of yours which you had been born with.

☆☆☆

You sat cross-legged on the floor, looking at the players around you, who were asking to join to other people's group and trying to form groups of five. You were still by yourself, not really sure who you should approach. So, you didn't.

Soon, a man approached you, standing next to you.

"We're missing one more player. Would you like to join us?" he asked.

You turned your head upwards to look at him. It was player 456. The same old guy who had screamed at the others during the first game how you were all going to die if you moved even an inch.

"Why should i?" you asked.

"Well, you seem to be alone and time's running out soon," he pointed out.

Even though he had looked like a crazy person in the field yesterday, he had been right of the purpose of these games. Thinking about it right now, he felt like a safe option to group up with.

"Hm," you hummed. "Where's your group then?"

456 pointed towards a group of three men who were looking towards you. So, at least strength wouldn't be a problem, if that was required during the game. Not that you'd call yourself weak at all.

"Alright," you agreed and got up, walking past 456 to his group without another word, not even glancing back at him.

You looked at the men sitting on the floor one by one, your gaze landing on the youngest one.

"Hey, you're cute," you stated and stepped closer to the player 388, sitting next to him. "What's your name?"

"Um, Kang Dae-ho," he introduced himself, cheeks turning slightly pink for the compliment. He was handsome, anyone with eyes could tell as much.

"I like that," you grinned.

While you waited for your group's turn to play, Dae-ho gathered a few stones from the ground to practice gonggi to warm himself up beforehand.

You watched him playing with the rocks, able to catch most of them but failing once in a while. Every time he failed, his hand started shaking, and he inhaled a deep breath to calm himself down. You liked to see him all concentrated, brows knitted together.

Dae-ho finally succeeded to pass one of the tries, joy and relief clear on his face. He had a really nice smile. He put the rocks down on the ground and turned his head towards you, not having fully realized how you had been staring at him the entire time. Gi-hun and Young-il hadn't been paying attention to him more than with a few glances, wanting to give him peace to practice.

"Hope i get it right a little faster during the actual game," Dae-ho nervously chuckled.

"You will," you nodded. "But no stress, it's really fine by me whether you win or lose."

"What do you mean?" he asked, furrowing his brows in confused manner.

"Personally i don't care if i live or die," you shrugged, turning your face towards the group which was playing now. Fifteen seconds left. "I guess it would be kind of nice to live though. I still have many seasons of different TV shows i want to see before i die."

Dae-ho examined your face silently for a moment. Then, the time ran out and the guards shot all the members of the group which had lost.

"Why don't you care about that?" Dae-ho asked a little while after the shootings had quieted down.

"Hm?"

"Living or dying," he specified.

"I don't have anything to live for, really," you explained, your face showing no emotion at all. The expression on your face could be same when you'd talk about something boring and meaningless. "But don't worry, i'll do my best to win this game and let you live."

Your words were meant to calm Dae-ho down but they didn't do the job entirely well. Relaxing and calming down other people wasn't one of your strengths at all, it never had been. Most of the times you managed to upset people even more than to cheer them up.

Finally, it was your group's turn to play. You were the last ones to play, so the waiting had felt like forever.

All of your feet were locked with each other, and you had to put a lot of effort on making sure you'd walk in sync to prevent yourselves from collapsing on the floor.

You weren't sure which one of the five of you was at fault – certainly not you, at least –, but after two games all five of you fell on the floor. It was surprisingly hard to get up. You wanted to curse the person who stumbled in his feet and tripped, causing a chain reaction.

"You okay?" Dae-ho asked and offered his hand to you, helping you up.

"Yeah, fine," you mumbled, letting go of his hand when you were standing again and gained back your balance.

Eventually you managed to pass all the mini games and crossed the finish line just in time.

"Good job, everyone," Gi-hun congratulated, looking at every member of the team one by one like a proud father would look at his children, you included.

☆☆☆

After the voting that evening, Dae-ho was approached by three men who didn't look satisfied at all. The player 124 grabbed the collar of Dae-ho's shirt and pushed him against the wall.

"You changed your vote to X, huh?" the player 124 stated, a furious glint in his eyes. "Wrong move, my man."

"Listen, there's no need for –," Dae-ho started peacefully but his efforts weren't going to work. Dae-ho didn't want to start a fight with no reason, but the player 124 wasn't the type of person to only talk arguments out and solve the problems with his tongue, no. He had a way different kind of temper compared to Dae-ho.

"I'm not going home because your loser ass was too coward to play one more game," 124 growled. "So, tomorrow–"

"Back the fuck off," you yelled, marching towards the guys. 124 let go of Dae-ho and turned towards you.

124 glanced back at Dae-ho, crossing his arms against his chest. "What, your little girlfriend is going to save you, huh?" 124 scoffed. "You let her fight instead of being man enough to do it by yourself?" He started laughing like a maniac.

You stepped right in front of him, lifting your chin a little to be able to look into his eyes.

"I'll give you one warning," you threatened with a calm and sweet voice. "Leave him alone or you'll regret it."

A cocky smirk spread on his face.

"And what are you going to do about it if i won't?" 124 asked, the tone of his voice like he was talking to a mere child. "You-"

You kicked him right into his crotch as hard as you could, making him whine and fold in half. When his head was bent low enough, you did one more kick on his face, sending him flying backwards until his back hit the floor. He was holding his bleeding nose which was surely broken.

Two hands grabbed your shoulders behind you, pulling you towards them.

"Fucking psycho bitch!" he shouted as his friends helped him back up. His fingers were being dyed bright red.

Dae-ho only looked at you and the player 124 with wide eyes, not expecting you to attack him like that. By just looking at you, he would have never guessed you could take down a man in just a few seconds.

Dae-ho felt his cheeks burning up, not sure what to do. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty of someone getting hurt because he was being protected. Even though 124 was an asshole. Nobody had ever beat someone up for him.

Especially not a gorgeous girl like you – that made Dae-ho even more flustered.

"Come on, let's go," Dae-ho whispered into your ear – afraid you'd explode if he spoke too loudly at the moment – and started pulling you away with him before the player 124 would be fully on his feet again.

When you were alone, you turned to face Dae-ho whose cheeks were still red.

"Did they hurt you?" you asked, taking his head in your hands and turned his face side to side to see any bruises or cuts but luckily found none.

Dae-ho took a hold on your wrists, stopping whatever you were doing.

"I'm fine," Dae-ho assured you. "Just, promise me to stay away from them?" He nodded towards the direction where you had just come from. He was afraid those men would come back to you when you'd least expect it and beat you up twice as bad.

"But i don't want them to touch you," you stated.

"Promise me, Y/N," Dae-ho repeated seriously, now putting more weight on his words. "Don't start pissing them off even more."

"Fine," you said, sounding annoyed and rolling your eyes.

"Have you practiced taekwondo or where did you learn to kick like that?" Dae-ho asked.

You let Dae-ho guide you back to Gi-hun and Young-il's company, sitting on the floor nearby them.

"Ever since i was 11 years old," you admitted. "Have to be able to protect yourself somehow."

Dae-ho was curious if you had a specific reason to make sure you would be able to protect yourself growing up or if it was only a useful hobby. You noticed his suspicious look, analyzing it a lot different than what he was actually thinking.

"What, just because i'm smaller than you i'm not able to defend myself?" you scoffed, sounding highly offended.

Dae-ho's eyes widened. "No, no that's not, i didn't mean it like that," he quickly stuttered.

"You're cute when you panic," you stated, causing Dae-ho to blush.

You let out a laugh, making Dae-ho confused.

Stop calling me cute, Dae-ho thought. It was making him nervous. That kind of nervous only you would be able to cause him to feel out of all these players there right now. A small part of him did want you to call him cute one more time, but that would be such a weird request.

☆☆☆

During Mingle, you stood next to Dae-ho in the large carousel, your other teammates near you as well. You grabbed Dae-ho's hand without even looking at him, like it was the most natural thing to do for you, keeping your fingers tightly between his.

Dae-ho looked at you without a word. You noticed his stare from the corner of your eye and turned your face towards him.

"What?" you asked.

He quickly glanced at your hands, not sure what to say.

"Oh, is this okay?" you asked. "I just don't want to lose the sight of you."

"Yeah, it's alright," Dae-ho replied and gave you a smile, tightening his grip in your hand.

You couldn't see his cheeks turn a little pink in this lighting, but he sure felt his face becoming warmer. He felt like a child being looked after by a temperamental mother – although he didn't hate having someone take care of him and make sure he was okay.

You were giving him extremely mixed feelings he had to battle with all by himself.

The room became a massive chaos whenever it was time to choose a certain amount of people for your group. Each round you were with different people, except you and Dae-ho. You held his hand the entire time, not letting him wander away from you. You had decided by yourself to be a package deal – either you both died or both lived. Dae-ho didn't seem to refuse your company either, not pulling his hand away no matter how sweaty his palm had become.

It was time to choose a room in pairs, and you didn't have to hesitate even a second who to choose to join you. You instantly started leading Dae-ho towards one of the rooms and got inside one without too many issues.

When the door was locked and you were safe, you watched through the gap on the door how the guards shot the remaining players who hadn't been able to get into safety. It made you wonder which game would be the one where they shot you dead if you didn't get back home first.

"Can i ask you something?" Dae-ho asked behind you, almost startling you. "If i'm not being too nosy."

You turned around and stepped next to him.

"Why don't you care about dying?"

You looked at him with furrowed brows. "Why should i? It's only natural."

"Don't you have, i don't know, anyone in your life you'd miss? Or what you'd miss doing?"

"I'm not religious, Dae-ho. I can't miss anything when i don't exist anymore," you explained but then thought about it for a moment. "Well, I suppose i'd miss eating kimchi."

"Kimchi?"

"Yeah, my mom used to make the best kimchi when i was little," you smiled. "And there's one place which serve the second best kimchi, right after my mom of course."

Smile spread on Dae-ho's face as well when he saw you smiling. Even though Dae-ho hadn't known you longer than a few days, he figured it took effort to pull a smile out of you.

"My mom's been gone for a long time though. I don't have any family left anymore. My friends abandoned me too," you admitted, smile completely faded from your lips now, words becoming quieter as well. "And I have no money, i was kicked out from my apartment because i couldn't pay rent anymore."

You shook your head and turned around, not able to face him right now.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to start rambling like that," you apologized and tried to back away from Dae-ho. He gently grabbed your wrist, keeping you close to him.

"It's okay. I like to hear you ramble." You looked at him surprised. "I'll take you for some kimchi when we go home," Dae-ho suggested.

"I don't need pity kimchi," you laughed.

"It's not pity," he said with half a smile. "I'd like to get to know you better and see what's under that tough shell you keep up. Find the part of you which would prefer to live."

You felt your cheeks warming up a little, just hoping your skin wouldn't turn too noticeably pink. Nobody had wanted to get to know you in a long time. In several years. You had gotten used to the fact that you didn't have friends who cared about you and your wellbeing. You weren't very approachable either, you were very well aware of that.

The door unlocked itself right then, interrupting your conversation which you suddenly didn't want to end. You wanted to stay here just a little while longer, just the two of you out of everyone else's sight. One more moment alone.

Neither of you moved for a moment, waiting for the other leave first.

"I doubt they'll feed us kimchi tonight but i'd still like to eat with you," Dae-ho suggested. "You could tell me more about your other favorite foods or the TV shows you wanted to watch before dying?"

You were still a little hesitant at first, but ended up nodding, a slowly growing smile on your lips. "Okay."

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