ghostxmio

[ghostxmio]

Squid Game S2 fanfic

A Hwang In-ho x AFAB reader fanfic where reader is a VIP pretending to be a player.

The doors closed with a heavy metallic thud as you stepped into the holding chamber. The air was cold and stale, sterile like a hospital but without the promise of healing. The other players shuffled in around you, eyes wide and shoulders hunched. You kept your head down, quiet, acting just as shaken as they were. It wasn’t hard to pretend. You had studied the fear on their faces, learned how to mirror it until no one could tell the difference. In truth, you weren’t just another player. You were the heir to one of Asia’s most powerful private conglomerates. A name that moved boardrooms. A face never shown in public. But here, dressed in a plain uniform and stripped of status, you were a ghost among the desperate. You had chosen to be here.

Your cover was simple. You were here to find your brother. You said he had disappeared months ago, and this was your only chance to uncover what happened to him. You cried at the right moments, trembled when it made sense, and whispered just enough truth to make the lies sound soft. It didn’t take long for someone to notice you. Gi Hun. He didn’t smile like he used to. His eyes were sharp now, full of pain, but still kind. He offered you his name, asked if you were alone, and when you nodded, he told you to stick with him. You did. You made sure to.

Red Light Green Light was the first game. The moment the doll turned her head, bodies started dropping like flies. You didn’t move a muscle. You didn’t need to fear death. Your protection had been arranged before you ever stepped foot in this place. You could’ve walked across the field without stopping, but that would’ve blown your cover. So instead, you froze, stumbled, flinched, and reached for Gi Hun like you were clinging to life. He pulled you across the finish line. You let your knees give out and buried your face in your hands. When he sat beside you, breathing hard, you whispered that you were scared. He nodded slowly and told you again to stay close.

When the vote came, you made sure you were called after Gi Hun. He pressed the red button with a heavy hand and muttered that he wanted to go home. When your turn came, you stood under the harsh spotlight and hesitated just long enough to look unsure. Then you pressed red as well. Your voice was soft. Stop. You walked back to Gi Hun’s side and pretended to be shaken. He looked at you with quiet surprise. You told him it just felt wrong. He told you that you had done the right thing.

The vote was tied. Tension crackled through the dormitory. And then he arrived. The masked man in black. Hwang In-ho. He stepped onto the platform and pressed the final vote. Green. Continue. The games were back on. He didn’t look at the players. He didn’t need to. You watched him disappear into the shadows and knew from the way he carried himself that he had never once left control.

Teams began to form again. You joined Gi Hun’s group. Jung Bae was loud and emotional, always trying to lighten the mood. Jun Hee, the pregnant woman, sat quietly, her hand always over her belly. Daeho, a marine, stood silent but watchful. You made yourself useful by being small, quiet, and thoughtful. You gave Jun Hee your milk at lunch. You offered her half your rice. You smiled and said nothing when she cried and called you her angel. You knew what you were doing.

When a new player joined your group, Gi Hun tensed. The man had a calm face and unreadable eyes. He said little. He helped when needed, but Gi Hun never trusted him. You knew why. It was In-ho, pretending to be just another player. Unmasked, playing with them. The irony of it made your chest ache. You stayed quiet, watching him the way he watched others.

During the pentathlon, he underperformed. On purpose. He used his right hand for gonggi and fumbled. You watched him slap the table, frustrated, his mask of failure nearly convincing. Then came the spinning top game. He switched to his left hand. The top danced on the floor like it was weightless. You didn’t miss the difference. Neither did Gi Hun.

That night, the lights went out. You weren’t in the dorm anymore. You were in the VIP lounge, sitting with the others in a deep green silk blouse and tailored trousers. Your hair was styled, your mask was off. You stood in front of the massive wall of screens, watching the dorm plunge into chaos. The others made bets and drank. You stayed quiet. On the boys’ bathroom feed, In-ho fought in the darkness. His movements were clean, sharp, brutal. You leaned closer to the glass. One of the VIPs laughed and said the players thought he was on their side. You didn’t laugh. You just kept watching.

The third game was Mingle. You were grouped with In-ho, Jung Bae, and a man you didn’t recognize. He killed someone within the first few minutes to claim a spot. You cried. You shook. You played your part. When the game began to thin out, you realized the rules only allowed two of you to survive. You made your move.

You spotted Jun Hee hesitating outside a side room. You pushed her inside and locked the door behind her. Inside stood Myung Gi, her child’s father. She gasped. You looked at her one last time, whispered good luck, and turned back. Then you stumbled into the hallway and gun shots and screams pierced the ears of player as you dropped to the ground, clutching your stomach like you had been shot.

A guard ran toward you. He recognized your face and knelt down quickly. You whispered that it was time. He nodded, scooped you up, and carried you into one of the player coffins. You felt the lid seal over you and exhaled slowly. You were alive. Just as planned.

You returned to the VIP lounge dressed in black and gold, your hair pulled back, your posture effortless. The other VIPs welcomed you with knowing smirks. One offered you a glass. Another commented that you had played it well. You smiled politely and said it was just business. Then your eyes went to the screen.

Gi Hun was on the move again. Jun Hee had survived, her face pale but determined. Whispers of rebellion moved through the halls. Players were coordinating. Breaking rules. Turning guards. There was a plan. You felt it in your chest. A quiet flicker of something you hadn’t felt in years.

Hope.

One of the VIPs beside you laughed as a player yelled at In-ho. Said he had betrayed them. Another smiled and said it was funny how they still thought he was on their side. You said nothing. You watched In-ho’s face as the rebellion collapsed, piece by piece.

Gi Hun lost. Jun Hee cried. The other survivors were dragged away.

You stayed still.

The game was over.

But your part in it wasn’t.

You were still in the tower. Still in the silk. Still alive.

And you weren’t done watching In-ho yet.

Another fanfic continuing this for s3 is in the makes :3