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They gave you food poisoning🥺😦

Summary: Your partner tried to cook you something that looked delicious. But instead of a happy evening, it resulted in a panicked ER visits and stays at the hospital

(Cho hyun ju, thanos, namgyu, gyeong seok, young il, gi hun, dae ho, min su, sang woo)

(Roh jae won, Choi san, Kim seo wan, Gong Ji-Cheol)

Hyun ju

Hyun-Ju swore she knew how to make tteokbokki from scratch. “I watched three YouTube tutorials,” she bragged, rolling up her sleeves. “How hard can it be?”

You sat back, amused but secretly worried as she threw rice cakes into a bubbling pot of red sauce, humming confidently. She even turned to wink at you. “Made with love.”

Unfortunately, that love included way too much gochujang, rice cakes that were undercooked, and a bizarre fish cake she swore was fine.

It was not fine.

Thirty minutes after eating, your stomach twisted. You clutched the table. “Hyun-Ju… I don’t feel so—”

Cue an hour of absolute hell. You were curled up on the bathroom floor, drenched in sweat, dying. Hyun-Ju, full-on panicking, drove you to the ER, yelling at nurses like they weren’t moving fast enough.

Now, she’s gripping your hand at the hospital, guilt-ridden. “You survived Squid Game, but my cooking almost took you out.” She sighs, rubbing her temples. “This is a new low.”

Thanos

Su-Bong loved steak. He talked about it like a science. “Perfect sear, perfect timing.” He even made you sit at the counter while he cooked, flipping the meat with the smug confidence of a pro.

“Medium-rare,” he announced, slicing into the steak like it belonged in a Michelin-starred restaurant. “Try it.”

You chewed, nodded. “It’s… good?”

That was a lie.

Because three hours later, you were curled up in agony, sweating bullets, barely able to breathe. Su-Bong, full-on panicking, threw you over his shoulder and ran to the hospital.

Now, he’s sitting beside your hospital bed, arms crossed, looking personally betrayed. “I don’t get it. It looked perfect.” Then, after a long silence: “…Maybe I should’ve checked if the meat was expired.”

Namgyu

“jagiya, I’ve seen sushi chefs do this, it’s so easy,” Nam-Gyu said confidently, carefully laying out seaweed, rice, and what he claimed was the freshest salmon.

You should have questioned why the fish smelled a little off. But he looked so proud.

So, you ate it.

Biggest mistake of your life.

By 3 AM, you were shaking violently, your stomach twisting in agony. Nam-Gyu nearly threw his phone trying to call an ambulance. “Oh my god. Oh my god. I killed you. I actually killed you.”

Now, he’s sitting beside you in the ER, gripping your hand, his head in his hands. “We are never making sushi at home again. Ever.”

Gyeong seok

Gyeong-Seok wanted to make dinner for you and Na-Yeon. “A proper home-cooked meal,” he said, stirring the soup with a smile.

It smelled amazing. You and Na-Yeon cheered him on.

But halfway through eating, your stomach dropped. Then, a minute later, Na-Yeon—sweet, tiny Na-Yeon—put down her spoon, frowned, and said:

“Appa… I think I don’t feel good.”

Cue absolute chaos.

Gyeong-Seok sprinted to get you both in the car, apologizing a million times. At the hospital, he looked like he was about to cry as Na-Yeon was checked over.

Now, he’s holding her hand, watching you in the hospital bed, whispering, “I swear, I followed the recipe…” He gulps. “I think I just have a cursed touch.”

Young il

“This stew is incredible,” Young-Il declared, dramatically lifting a ladle of his homemade seafood jjigae. “My secret? Confidence.”

The soup tasted fine. A little too fishy, maybe.

Then, an hour later, your stomach betrayed you. You barely made it to the sink before Young-Il caught you.

Cut to: him speeding to the ER, one hand on the wheel, the other holding your forehead. “Stay with me,” he whispered like you were dying.

Now, he’s slumped next to you in the hospital, staring at the ceiling. “I just wanted to impress you,” he groans. “Instead, I poisoned the love of my life.”

Gi hun

Gi-Hun had watched one cooking show and suddenly thought he was Gordon Ramsay. “Trust me,” he grinned, chopping onions. “I got this.”

You did not trust him.

The dish? Some kind of stew. The result? Indescribable.

Thirty minutes later, you were dying. Gi-Hun looked horrified. “Jagiya?? Are you okay??”

You collapsed. Cue him freaking out, dragging you to the hospital while apologizing nonstop.

Now, he’s pouting beside you. “I was so sure I followed the recipe.” Then, after a beat: “Okay, maybe I forgot a few things…”

Dae ho

Dae-Ho tried to make roast chicken. “Super easy,” he said. “All you do is stick it in the oven.”

Except… he underestimated cooking times.

An hour later, you were thrilled—until you took a bite and realized it was still pink inside.

Fast forward: you on the floor, Dae-Ho freaking out, both of you in an ambulance.

Now, he’s holding your hand in the hospital, looking traumatized. “I can never cook again.”

Min su

Min-Su insisted on making spaghetti. “A husband should cook for his wife,” he said, stirring sauce dramatically.

Except… he messed up the meat.

You spent the next two hours curled up, practically crying from the pain. Min-Su nearly had a meltdown, dragging you to the hospital.

Now, he’s gripping your hand, looking so guilty. “I swear, I tried to make it perfect.” He sighs. “I think the kitchen just hates me.”

Sang woo

Sang-Woo was determined to impress you. He’d spent all day hyping up the meal, even mentioning he saw something similar in Paris once. You’d expected something elegant, refined—maybe a perfectly seared steak with a glass of wine.

Instead, he served… something.

It looked stunning, arranged beautifully on a plate. But the moment you took a bite, your stomach immediately revolted.

“This is… interesting,” you said carefully, trying to chew.

Sang-Woo smirked, misinterpreting your hesitation as admiration. “See? Fine dining at home.”

You wanted to tell him that fine dining shouldn’t feel like an attack on your stomach. But before you could say anything, nausea slammed into you like a truck.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, rushing to the bathroom.

Sang-Woo blinked, frowning. “Wait… are you okay?”

You weren’t.

Not even fifteen minutes later, you were in the ER, hooked up to an IV, while Sang-Woo sat beside you, stiff as a board, completely horrified.

“I graduated from SNU,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m supposed to be smart. I should be able to cook.”

You turned your head weakly to look at him. “What was in that dish?”

He hesitated. “...Do you really want to know?”

You closed your eyes. “No.”

Roh jae won

Jae-Won was feeling domestic. Maybe it was the lazy Sunday morning, or maybe it was because he had just watched a movie where the male lead made a romantic breakfast for his partner.

Either way, he stood in the kitchen, determined.

“I’ll make you an omelet,” he said, confidently cracking an egg.

You should have stopped him right there.

Because five minutes later, chaos had already begun.

He somehow got eggshells in the batter. He flipped the omelet too aggressively, sending a piece flying. He muttered swears under his breath while the pan smoked.

But eventually, he plated it.

Was it the prettiest omelet? No.

Was it fully cooked? Also no.

You took a cautious bite. Instant regret.

The texture was off. The taste was deeply concerning. But Jae-Won was watching you so intently, his expression hopeful, so you swallowed it down.

Big mistake.

Minutes later, your stomach flipped. The room spun. You grabbed the counter for support.

Jae-Won’s smile vanished.

“…Babe?”

Cut to: absolute panic.

Jae-Won rushed you to the hospital like he was starring in an action film. At the ER, he nearly started crying when the doctor told him you had food poisoning.

Now, he’s sitting beside you, holding your hand like a dramatic K-drama lead.

“I’ll never cook again,” he whispers, voice shaking. “Never.”

You’re too weak to respond, but in your head, you’re 100% okay with that.

Choi san

San had one goal: to make fried chicken.

“I watched my mom do this a million times,” he said confidently, heating up the oil. “It’s foolproof.”

You sat at the counter, watching him move around the kitchen with way too much excitement. He tossed in the chicken like a pro, flipped it with flair, and even did a little victory dance.

The result? Golden. Crispy. Perfect-looking.

The taste?

Horrifying.

Something was off—but before you could pinpoint what, your stomach flipped. One minute, you were fine. The next, you were on the floor, gasping for breath.

San’s face went pale.

“…Babe?”

Cue him screaming for help.

Cut to the hospital: San was on the verge of tears. When the doctor said you had food poisoning from undercooked chicken, he practically collapsed in shame.

Now, he’s sitting at your bedside, gripping your hand with both of his.

“I swear,” he whispers, “I’ll never touch raw chicken again. I’ll just… order takeout. Forever."

Kim seo wan

Seo-Won, still fully immersed in his delusions, insisted that a great warrior must feast before battle.

So he made soup.

You didn’t know how he made it. You weren’t sure what was in it. But when he proudly set the bowl in front of you, his eyes shining with epic fantasy intensity, you felt like you had no choice but to try.

“For strength,” he said, voice low and serious.

It smelled strange. A little too herbal, a little too bitter.

You took a hesitant sip.

It was poison.

Not literally, but your stomach didn’t know that. Within minutes, you were sweating buckets. Your vision blurred. The world tilted.

Seo-Won’s eyes widened. He knelt beside you, gripping your shoulders.

“…The sorcerer’s curse,” he whispered.

Cue utter chaos.

The hospital staff was not prepared for this level of dramatic nonsense. Seo-Won paced the waiting room, muttering to himself.

“I knew it,” he whispered. “The dark wizard has struck first. A coward’s attack.”

Meanwhile, the nurse looked exhausted.

Now, you’re laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, while Seo-Won kneels beside you like a knight pledging loyalty.

“I shall avenge this betrayal,” he swears solemnly. “The next meal will be blessed by the gods.”

The nurse sighs.

Gong yoo

“I’ve eaten in Michelin-starred restaurants,” he said, tying an apron like he was about to compete on MasterChef. “I know how this works.”

That was not how this worked.

He picked a complicated dish—some French recipe that required technique. He moved with the ease of a man who believed he was in control.

Until he served it.

Until you took a bite.

Until your body immediately betrayed you.

Cue your stomach twisting. Your vision blurring. Gong Ji-Cheol watching in horror as you collapsed onto the table.

Fast forward: chaos.

He carried you into the ER like some tragic movie scene. Paced the waiting room like a man on trial. When the doctor confirmed severe food poisoning, he looked like he wanted to retire from life.

Now, he’s gripping your hand, eyes deeply serious.

“I was meant to be an actor,” he says, voice heavy. “Not a chef. Never a chef.”

You squeeze his fingers.

“…Yeah, I figured that out already.”

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greenlight | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: you're a virgin, he's had the patience of a saint but on a night out at a party you end up on his lap and Seunghyun just has to tease you mercilessly. ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings: 18+. smut. thigh riding, dirty talk, teasing, swearing. female reader. ・❥・ authors note: hey yo this is a new series of seunghyun and virgin!reader going through the motions. enjoy!!

The music in the club blasted out through the speakers, the sound echoing off the walls, almost making the entire building shake. Clubs weren’t usually your scene, mostly opting to stay inside and bask in the comfort of your own apartment. Unfortunately, dating a famous K-Pop star meant parties were aplenty and being the ever doting girlfriend, you always attended to support your man. Seunghyun was your heart and soul — you would do anything for that man. The one saving factor was that he wasn’t that into them either. Usually, he’d spend about an hour mingling, talking to people before he found a quiet corner to sit down in.

That’s where you found him.

To celebrate the release of MADE, YG had decided to throw a party. Anyone who was anyone was there. BigBang were his babies, his money makers so, of course, YG went all out. There wasn’t a penny spared — hiring out the best club in Korea for the night and an open bar for the whole evening. A bunch of pop stars and free alcohol? A disaster waiting to happen. Not for you, though. You’d only had maybe two glasses of wine, wanting to keep a clear head knowing that your boyfriend was a weakling and be passed out after a few drinks.

He couldn’t have proved you more wrong. As you spotted him in the corner, his jacket unbuttoned, showing off the black shirt he was wearing, he still had the half glass of wine you’d seen him with earlier. Your heels clicked along the floor as you made your way over to him in his secluded corner, your hands smoothing out the tight black dress you had on making sure you weren’t giving anyone a view they didn’t deserve.

Seunghyun eyes glanced up just in time, raking appreciatively over your body as you walked towards him. The way your cleavage was spilling out over the top of your dress, the way your hips swayed with your walk — it was enough to drive any man crazy. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he checked you out, already shifting in his seat as he felt the blood rushing straight between his legs.

The only thing stopping him from pouncing on you was that you were a virgin. Seunghyun had been the perfect gentleman, never pressuring you into anything and waiting until you were ready but that didn’t mean it wasn’t torture for him. There were so many nights he’d had to take things into his own hands (literally) and pleasure himself to the thought of you. How could he not? You were the hottest, goddamn thing alive in his eyes. But, for you, he had the patience of a saint. It would happen when it happened and he was more than willing to come along for the journey. Knowing that he would probably be the first man to have you, to claim you? It turned him on more than he could even put into words.

“Hey, good lookin’, you come here often?” He smirked. The drink in his hand was placed on the table in front of him as he leaned forward, his hand reaching out to tug you towards him.

A giggle filled the air between you as you fell onto his lap. You landed with your leg between his, straddling one of his thighs. Seunghyun’s hands flew to your hips to stop you from tumbling any more than you had. You were exactly where he wanted you. To steady yourself, your hands rested on his shoulders, slowly snaking their way around his neck. Fingers toyed with the pink hair at the nape of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. A simple touch from you could turn him to putty.

“Hmm, only when my very talented and handsome boyfriend is celebrating one of his many achievements,” you leaned forward, lips meeting his for a brief moment. Seunghyun’s eyes closed at the feeling, lost in the taste of you even if it was only for a split second.

Then something happened.

A soft gasp.

You had shifted on his lap to get more comfortable, accidentally grinding yourself against the denim of his black jeans. Your dress being as short as it was meant not only did you grind on him but it was through the very thin material of your panties, too. As soon as the sound left your mouth, his eyes snapped open.

He needed to hear that again.

“What was that?” He teased, cocking his head to the side.

“Nothing,” your cheeks flushed pink which, of course, he caught on to immediately. Oh, this was going to be fun.

He left it for a moment, trying to find the right second to strike. As you got more comfortable, he tried to act nonchalant and not like he was forming a plan to hear that pretty little sound to come out of your mouth again. When he felt your body relax, your fingers twirling his hair around your finger as you looked at him with a sweet smile, it was time to strike.

He bounced his leg lightly. Then again with a little more force and that’s when he saw it — the way you bit your bottom lip, adjusting yourself on his thigh. So, acting like he had no idea what he was doing, he kept bouncing his leg. One particularly hard bounce gave him exactly what he was wanted.

A moan.

It was like music to his ears. The prettiest sound he’d ever heard in his life. If he could play that on a loop, he’d be a happy man.

“You okay, princess?” He leaned in, his voice a deep, seductive whisper in your ear. His teeth lightly tugged on your earlobe, unable to help himself now that he had you this close.

“Mhm,” you nodded, afraid if you said anything else, you might actually moan louder. It wasn’t intentional, you couldn’t help it but it felt so good. The throbbing in your pussy becoming harder to ignore especially when he was whispering in your ear.

“I think my innocent girl isn’t so innocent after all.” His fingers dug into your hips, slowly but surely pulling you gently back and forth against his leg. “You like that, don’t you, princess? Like the way it feels?”

“Yes,” you breathed, gaining the courage to move your hips along with his guidance.

“Good girl, follow my lead. I’ve got you. Take what you need. I’m at your mercy.”

It was almost embarrassing how wet you were from just a few movements and the words spilling from your boyfriend’s mouth. You’d never heard him talk like this before, it was new and it was one of the hottest things you’d ever heard. The most you two had done was makeout, maybe some heavy touching but that had been it. This was a new step.

With his encouragement, you rocked against him a little faster, your arms anchoring around his neck for support. Seunghyun watched you, his eyes dark and intense. His cock twitched, he knew you could probably feel it, the hard outline brushing against your leg but he didn’t care. He wanted you to know the effect you had on him.

Your dress had now bunched up, Seunghyun’s hands luckily covering up any of your skin that might be showing. Not that anyone would see. You were both far secluded away from anyone else — the rest of the partygoers too consumed in their own business to care about what you were doing.

“Seunghyun,” you whimpered needily. He scratched his earlier thought — you whimpering his name like that was what he wanted to hear on repeat. His hips bucked up, trying to add more pressure for you.

“Look at you, fucking yourself against my thigh in the middle of a public place. My sweet, innocent girl. I bet you’re soaking right now, aren’t you? I bet you’re fuckin’ dripping, princess.” Seunghyun brought one of his hands up to tangle in your hair, pulling you in to crash his lips against yours. His tongue traced along your bottom lip, begging for entry. He bounced his leg up hard, causing you to gasp and he took that as his opportunity to stick his tongue inside your mouth. He kissed you like a man possessed, his other hand now moving from your hip, to slide up between your legs. He knew he was flying too close to the sun, maybe you weren’t ready for him to touch you like that but with the way you were grinding against him like your life depended on it, he figured he’d try,

“Can I?” He mumbled against your lips, almost panting — he had to ask for consent, he’d never do anything otherwise. He could see the hesitation in your eyes, the flicker of doubt. “I won’t do anything, baby, I just want to see how wet you are, show you how better it can feel.”

You nodded and he wasted no time. His fingers found your panties, pulling them to the side. His index finger swiped gently along your slit, sliding through it with ease thanks to how wet you were. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at the feeling, your breathy moan going straight to his aching cock. He was definitely going to have to excuse himself after this to take care of his little problem. He was so hard it was bordering on painful but your pleasure was his priority. This was new for you, a big step and he wanted you to know that forever and always, you were his priority.

He brought his finger up to his lips, tilting your head to look at him as he sucked on the digit, your sweet taste enveloping his taste buds. “Fuck, princess, I can’t wait for the day I can bury my head between your legs and taste your sweet, little pussy properly.”

He kissed you again so you could taste yourself on his lips. His hands found his way back to your hips, a mischievous glint in his eye when he pulled back. “Be a good girl and move against me just like I showed you now that your panties aren’t in the way.”

The way you obeyed him was immediate. It was the way he called you a good girl — something about it made you want to please him, to hear him praise you even more. Praise kink unlocked, maybe? You slid your hips against him again, the fabric of his jeans now rubbing against your bare pussy, the feeling causing you to moan louder than before. Seunghyun watched entranced, his eyes darting down to watch the wild way your hips were now bucking against him. He couldn’t help himself, his hands sliding back to squeeze your ass, pulling you against him harder. It was so tempting to give you a quick spank but you definitely weren’t ready for that yet.

“Seunghyun… I’m…” you gasped as you felt that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. You’d touched yourself before, you knew what an orgasm was but this felt more intense, like it was barreling towards you and you couldn’t stop it. You buried your head in his neck, hiding your face from him.

No, he wasn’t having any of that.

“Nuh-uh,” he said as he pulled your head away from his neck. God, you looked ravishing. Your cheeks tinted pink, eyes full of lust as your kiss swollen lips gasped and moaned just for him. “Does my good girl want to cum? That’s okay, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you fucking lose it.”

His deep, raspy voice saying those words as he watched you, made you lose it. Your body tensing, pussy clenching around nothing as your orgasm washed over you. “Fuck, Seunghyun.” Your needy moan of his name as you reached your peak, knowing he was the one that had got you there, almost made him bust a load in his pants. Almost.

“Good girl.” He peppered your face in kisses, his grip on your hips gentling. “You did so good for me.”

He finally let you hide your head in the crook of his neck, his hand running up and down your back in a soothing motion. Your voice was a mumble against his skin when you spoke. “I can’t believe I just did that, oh my God.”

Seunghyun chuckled breathlessly. “Neither can I but it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He shifted in place and that’s when you felt it finally, his hard length pressing tightly against the fabric of his jeans. You peered up to glanced down. He caught where you eyes were looking and shook his head, using his finger to tilt you back up to look at him. “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. I just care about you. Did you like that?”

“Yeah. I liked it a lot. I liked the way you were talking to me.”

“You like dirty talk, huh? Let me make a mental note of it.”

“You’re the worst,” you rolled your eyes playfully, your fingers pulling your panties back in place, skimming over the wet patch on his jeans. “Oh. I’m sorry. I made a mess of your jeans.”

“I couldn’t give a shit. Nobody will notice anyway and if they do, I’ll just say I spilled wine on myself, no biggie,” he cupped your cheek. “I’m so proud of you. Whenever you want to do anything like that again, you just let me know and I’ll be more than happy to assist.”

“Let me make a mental note of that,” you mocked his words from earlier. He just smirked, suddenly standing, picking you up and placing you down where he’d just been sat. “Where you going?”

“I have something to take care of.”

You blushed furiously knowing exactly what he meant. He shot a wink your way. “Don’t worry, I’ll be thinking of you.”

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- cho sang-woo, s01e09

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THANOS AS YOUR BF

BEFORE THE GAMES

When you first meet, Thanos is one thing; hard to get along with. Whether it’s due to his overly large ego—or the drugs affecting his brain, his cocky persona is too much for some people. Including you.

Yet, the purple haired monster persists. He practically begs you for your number, which you hesitantly give. But as the two of you text more and more, you realize how funny he really is, which eventually leads into a long term relationship.

This man’s sense of humor is either dark, sarcastic, or straight up dumb. And no matter how dumb or goldfish-brained his raps or jokes are, they always seem to make the people around him have a good laugh.

This man is not subtle in the slightest with jealousy. He’s not the biggest rapper in korea (or the kpop industry), but he likes to flex like he is. He makes sure to kiss your neck or sing a really cringey rap as a warning signal.

Thanos also makes sure you’re the only one allowed to call him Su-bong. Due to his rough childhood, he finds it hard to be vulnerable around people. And to him, letting you call him his name is huge.

This man is also the most supportive boyfriend in the world. He may be high on…something…but that won’t stop him from nearly making a fool of himself all for you. Similar with his jealousy, he is not subtle about it.

Goes clubbing with you every single weekend. It doesn’t matter if it’s club pentagon or club squid, he loves trying new drinks or high end, designer drugs with you—although, he doesn’t want his addiction to fuel yours, so he keeps them away.

DURING THE GAMES

Thanos, with his goldfish like brain, doesn’t even notice you during the first game. Maybe it’s due to his fear, or the enhanced drugs swimming through his system; but regardless, he’s in his own world.

Yet, when he sees you out of the corner of his eye, right past his buddy, Nam-su—he panics. Thanos immediately rushes over to you saying something stupid like “Señorita, what are you doing here?” As if he didn’t know.

You were here to help pay for his debt. Su-bong would never say it, but he hated himself for putting you into his same situation—which simultaneously makes him ten times more aggressive with MG coin.

During the games, he relatively acts the same; up until the bathroom fight. He kisses you goodbye before going to ‘take a piss’ with Nam-su. Time slowly passes. Ten minutes. Twenty. You get worried and wander off to find your boyfriend.

The guards couldn’t care less as you walked into the ultraviolet bathroom. From the far corner of your eye, you see Thanos holding MG coin to the ground by his throat, no doubt high out of his small mind.

You quickly run over and roughly yank him away, right as a metal fork—the same one from the earlier meals—is stabbed into your hand. Where Thanos’ neck would’ve been. After escaping the bathroom, you can’t help but sob.

But you and your boyfriend are survivors. So, after beating Nam-su to a pulp after the glass bridge game player 456 had mentioned participating in three years ago, you split the money 50/50. You were now free.

AFTER THE GAMES

After being roughly thrown out of your free limo ride and onto the cold, wet streets of a recently stormy Seoul—you clutch onto each other like leeches. Not kissing, just simply sitting there, holding each other as if you were on your deathbeds.

The games truly changed Thanos. He was faced with the harsh reality of his future with addiction, seeing the path his good buddy Nam-su went down (and no he will never get his name right).

The man he thought was his best friend tried to kill him. That’s not something you simply shake off. So, Thanos willingly signs himself up for rehab. It’s hard, you can tell—but after the games, he’s stronger. You can sense it.

After he’s completely clean for six months, the two of you buy a small house right off the coast of Busan together. A place you’ve both always wanted to visit, just never had the money to. Now, you have more money than you know what to do with.

He kickstarts his rapping career again, but instead his songs being about partying and drugs, they’re about hardship, fear, depression, and you. The one constant in his life. His happiness. He starts thinking about life more.

He becomes popular again, but for the right reasons. No longer is your boyfriend shrouded with controversies and drugs. No more girls, no more drinks. Just rapping from his overly large heart (and small goldfish brain).

NSFW

Kind of random, but (prior to the games) he loves snorting coke off your thighs or chest—and sometimes even your lower back depending on the position you two take for the evening. Or he vapes while mercilessly thrusting into you.

This guy probably has a book (or just googles because of the major debt he’s in) sex positions and has you try a different one every single night. Even when you repeat them, it never gets old with him.

When it comes to oral, he definitely prefers receiving. The feeling of your glossy lips around his thick member elicits lowkey pornographic groans and moans from the usually somewhat composed (while not on drugs) man.

After the games, he probably becomes a little more vanilla—but I still doubt he would know a damn thing about aftercare. The most you’ll get is him cuddling you with beads of sweat dripping down his damp skin.

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THANOS AS YOUR BF

BEFORE THE GAMES

When you first meet, Thanos is one thing; hard to get along with. Whether it’s due to his overly large ego—or the drugs affecting his brain, his cocky persona is too much for some people. Including you.

Yet, the purple haired monster persists. He practically begs you for your number, which you hesitantly give. But as the two of you text more and more, you realize how funny he really is, which eventually leads into a long term relationship.

This man’s sense of humor is either dark, sarcastic, or straight up dumb. And no matter how dumb or goldfish-brained his raps or jokes are, they always seem to make the people around him have a good laugh.

This man is not subtle in the slightest with jealousy. He’s not the biggest rapper in korea (or the kpop industry), but he likes to flex like he is. He makes sure to kiss your neck or sing a really cringey rap as a warning signal.

Thanos also makes sure you’re the only one allowed to call him Su-bong. Due to his rough childhood, he finds it hard to be vulnerable around people. And to him, letting you call him his name is huge.

This man is also the most supportive boyfriend in the world. He may be high on…something…but that won’t stop him from nearly making a fool of himself all for you. Similar with his jealousy, he is not subtle about it.

Goes clubbing with you every single weekend. It doesn’t matter if it’s club pentagon or club squid, he loves trying new drinks or high end, designer drugs with you—although, he doesn’t want his addiction to fuel yours, so he keeps them away.

DURING THE GAMES

Thanos, with his goldfish like brain, doesn’t even notice you during the first game. Maybe it’s due to his fear, or the enhanced drugs swimming through his system; but regardless, he’s in his own world.

Yet, when he sees you out of the corner of his eye, right past his buddy, Nam-su—he panics. Thanos immediately rushes over to you saying something stupid like “Señorita, what are you doing here?” As if he didn’t know.

You were here to help pay for his debt. Su-bong would never say it, but he hated himself for putting you into his same situation—which simultaneously makes him ten times more aggressive with MG coin.

During the games, he relatively acts the same; up until the bathroom fight. He kisses you goodbye before going to ‘take a piss’ with Nam-su. Time slowly passes. Ten minutes. Twenty. You get worried and wander off to find your boyfriend.

The guards couldn’t care less as you walked into the ultraviolet bathroom. From the far corner of your eye, you see Thanos holding MG coin to the ground by his throat, no doubt high out of his small mind.

You quickly run over and roughly yank him away, right as a metal fork—the same one from the earlier meals—is stabbed into your hand. Where Thanos’ neck would’ve been. After escaping the bathroom, you can’t help but sob.

But you and your boyfriend are survivors. So, after beating Nam-su to a pulp after the glass bridge game player 456 had mentioned participating in three years ago, you split the money 50/50. You were now free.

AFTER THE GAMES

After being roughly thrown out of your free limo ride and onto the cold, wet streets of a recently stormy Seoul—you clutch onto each other like leeches. Not kissing, just simply sitting there, holding each other as if you were on your deathbeds.

The games truly changed Thanos. He was faced with the harsh reality of his future with addiction, seeing the path his good buddy Nam-su went down (and no he will never get his name right).

The man he thought was his best friend tried to kill him. That’s not something you simply shake off. So, Thanos willingly signs himself up for rehab. It’s hard, you can tell—but after the games, he’s stronger. You can sense it.

After he’s completely clean for six months, the two of you buy a small house right off the coast of Busan together. A place you’ve both always wanted to visit, just never had the money to. Now, you have more money than you know what to do with.

He kickstarts his rapping career again, but instead his songs being about partying and drugs, they’re about hardship, fear, depression, and you. The one constant in his life. His happiness. He starts thinking about life more.

He becomes popular again, but for the right reasons. No longer is your boyfriend shrouded with controversies and drugs. No more girls, no more drinks. Just rapping from his overly large heart (and small goldfish brain).

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Kind of random, but (prior to the games) he loves snorting coke off your thighs or chest—and sometimes even your lower back depending on the position you two take for the evening. Or he vapes while mercilessly thrusting into you.

This guy probably has a book (or just googles because of the major debt he’s in) sex positions and has you try a different one every single night. Even when you repeat them, it never gets old with him.

When it comes to oral, he definitely prefers receiving. The feeling of your glossy lips around his thick member elicits lowkey pornographic groans and moans from the usually somewhat composed (while not on drugs) man.

After the games, he probably becomes a little more vanilla—but I still doubt he would know a damn thing about aftercare. The most you’ll get is him cuddling you with beads of sweat dripping down his damp skin.

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THEM AS YOUR BF SERIES

KANG DAE-HO

HWANG IN-HO

HWANG JUN-HO

THE SALESMAN

SEONG GI-HUN

CHO SANG-WOO

THANOS

NAM-GYU

LEE MYUNG-GI

SAE-BYEOK

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This is how season 3 plays out right?

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DAE-HO AS YOUR BF

BEFORE THE GAMES

First of all, this man is one of the sweetest in the entire damn series. He is the type to constantly be getting you flowers and your favorite types of sweets (whether that be chocolates, lollipops, baked goods, etc).

Always there to hype you up, no matter the situation. Even if you’re in the wrong. Dae-ho will never play the devil’s advocate, although he will make you think about your actions in a kind, stress and judgement free way.

Despite all your shared debt, Dae-ho still adores spoiling you in little ways. Picking little flowers from nearby meadows in Seoul’s natural parks. Buying you little trinkets that remind him of you; like bracelets and mini music boxes.

Will never let you walk home alone at night. This man doesn’t care how far away you are. Twenty miles? Fifty? He’ll get there just to make sure nobody touches or tries anything on your way home. He may be a little paranoid from his time in the marines.

When walking together, he’ll always have his large, calloused and veiny hand on the small of your back. It gives both him and you a sense of belonging and comfort—so much so, that it’s become a habit by now.

I imagine Dae-ho is a great listener who will sit for hours listening to your rants (and problems). But when it comes to him? He tries to hide it from you. Why? Because he’s scared you’ll find him weak and pathetic.

I imagine over the years he lived with his dad, his mental state was really hit hard. He still has trouble being open and vulnerable with you, but he tries his best. And he’s really glad to have someone as caring as you on his side.

DURING THE GAMES

Absolutely shocked and horrified when he sees you wearing the same green tracksuit as him—even more so when he hears why you joined. Because you wanted the you and him to have a better future together.

He always insists on giving you at least half of his food portions. He says it’s because you need the strength more than he does, even though it’s not true. In the end, all he wants is for you to survive, and is willing to do anything to ensure it.

Keeps you close during all of the games, but especially mingle. Heaven knows Dae-ho couldn’t live with himself if you died and he lived. He trusts and cares for Gi-hun and the others, but will always pick you first.

Every single time the song goes quiet and the platform stops, he’s nearly dragging you off the platform before the number is even announced, giving both of you a head start to the madness rush caused by the panic.

During the rebellion, all he can think of is you. After all you’ve been through together, how could he just leave you like that? And his negative feelings and thoughts are intensified due to his episode. Yet, tries his best to remain strong for your allies.

When he runs back to get ammo, he is so out of it, he barely even notices you running over to ask him what’s going on. He just watches in awe as you rush into action, grabbing the ammo from the dead guards pockets. All for him.

All he feels is warmth as you help comfort him as he comes down from his PTSD attack. In the end, he vows to get both of you out of there alive, no matter what it takes. By any circumstances. And in the end, that’s just what he does.

AFTER THE GAMES

When you are kicked out onto the separate empty streets you were first picked up on—card in mouth—you were confused. Until someone pulls of your blindfold. Dae-ho. You look up at his messy hair. He looks relieved.

He was now in one of his shirts instead of the green tracksuit you were so used to by now. Yet, even in his disheveled state, he still managed to be as handsome as ever. He quickly helps you to your feet and pulls you into a warm, enveloping hug.

The two of you walk to your nearest bank together, pulling out your cards and putting your player numbers in, unlocking them. Yet, even with all the accumulated wealth you now share, you both only pull out enough to pay off your debts.

You both go to therapy, although you mask the real reason why. How were you supposed to explain to a therapist you were visiting that you were in a series of death games without seeming absolutely crazy?

Dae-ho also becomes a lot more protective and clingy after you leave the island, as if scared to lose you (he is). Which is one of the reasons he proposes to you and buys a house for you to share. Together at last. No danger in sight.

To outsiders, it may seem sudden or too soon—but to you? It couldn’t have been soon enough. You and Dae-ho are ready to leave the games behind you, and this seems like the next logical step. It feels…right.

NSFW

Super good with his mouth and fingers. He has a long tongue and is extremely soft and agile with it. He is fingers are almost freakishly long and thick, perfect for his deep, controlled movements. Plus, he can be such a tease.

If he wanted to, Dae-ho could edge you all night long—simply drinking in your essence. Sucking on your clit, dragging his tongue through your thick folds and gummy walls. Letting his fingers slowly penetrate you as you moan uncontrollably.

Besides being a munch, he also has a huge dick. Around eight inches, to be exact—and thick af. Every time he slides into you, it’s a struggle. You cry out about not being able to take him every single time, and he is as gentle as can be.

He is never rough with you, even as his cock feels like it’s impaling you. Dae-ho always goes as slow as you need, not wanting to push you too far. In conclusion, he knows what he’s doing and is the gentlest giant ever made.

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Prologue

summary: The calm before the storm...

warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s and gong yoo is in his 40s); fake dating, pr

Her Perspective

I just wanted to go home.  

That was the only thing keeping me sane as I wrapped up one of the most stressful presentations of my career. Weeks of preparation, late nights, early mornings, and more caffeine than the human body should consume had all led to this moment.  

I should have felt proud. I should have wanted to celebrate.  

Instead, I was exhausted.  

As soon as the meeting ended, I barely held back a sigh. The moment I stepped out of the conference room, I knew exactly how I wanted to spend my night:  

Step 1: Get into the comfiest pajamas I owned.  

Step 2: Open a bottle of wine because, frankly, I had earned it.  

Step 3: Put on a feel-good rom-com to fill the gaping void of love in my life.

Step 4: Pass out halfway through and get the best sleep of my life.  

It was a perfect plan.  

Then Mia happened.

The second I pulled out my phone, her message popped up.  

📲 Mia: I JUST GOT A PROMOTION. WE’RE GOING OUT. NO EXCUSES.   📲 Me: CONGRATS!!! But also, no. Pajamas and wine are calling my name.   📲 Mia: Do you think I care??? You’re coming. I will drag you out of your apartment if I have to.   📲 Me: …I hate you.   📲 Mia: Love you too. Be at my place in an hour.  

I groaned, already knowing there was no escaping this. When Mia made up her mind, there was nothing in this world that could change it.  

So instead of heading home, I found myself begrudgingly making my way to Mia’s apartment, wondering how I had let myself get talked into this.  

By the time I got to Mia’s place, she was already in full celebration mode. Music blasted through the speakers, her vanity was covered in an explosion of makeup, and three different outfit choices were laid out on her bed.  

The second she saw me, she shoved a dress into my hands.  

"You’re wearing this."  

I held it up. It was short. It was tight. It was not what I had planned.  

I blinked. "This is a crime against comfort."  

"This is hot. And you will be HOT in it." Mia grinned. "Now go change before I do it for you."  

There was no winning.  

I sighed and changed, trying to ignore how much of my legs were on display.  

As I did my makeup, Mia absentmindedly flipped through TV channels before stopping on a celebrity talk show. 

I barely paid attention—until I heard his name.

Gong Yoo.  

I glanced at the screen. There he was, looking annoyingly good, lounging in his seat like he owned the world. His expression was somewhere between amused and exasperated as he stared at the talk show host.  

"You’ve had quite a reputation over the years," the host teased. "Lots of flings, lots of rumors. But no serious relationships."  

Gong Yoo smirked, lazy and completely unbothered. "I didn’t realize I was here for a life intervention."  

The audience laughed.  

"But seriously," the host continued, "are we ever going to see you settle down? Or is this playboy phase permanent?"  

Gong Yoo leaned back, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. "Tell you what—the next person I kiss? That’s it. I’ll marry them."  

The audience erupted.

Mia let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh my god. Whoever that is, Oh they will be lucky."  

I snorted. "Yeah, because look AT him"  

Little did I know, fate was planning a little something

His Perspective

I was supposed to be fishing right now.

That was the plan.  

I had just wrapped up my latest drama—a massive hit that had drained the life out of me—and was finally ready to disappear for a while.  

No cameras. No interviews. No scandals. Just me, a boat, and absolute peace.

Then the internet decided to ruin it.  

An old fling—someone I barely even remembered—decided to go viral.

💬 "I thought we had something special, but I never even got a callback." 💬 "Typical Gong Yoo, right? He’ll flirt, he’ll make you feel like the only girl in the world, and then—poof. Gone."

By the time my PR team got involved, the damage had already spiraled.

"You need to fix this," my manager said, pacing around my living room. "We need an interview. A statement. Something."  

I groaned. "I don’t care what some random woman says about me online."  

"Yeah, well, the public does."  

And that’s how I ended up on that stupid talk show.

The host wasted no time.

"You’re known for being a bit of a heartbreaker, aren’t you?"  

I forced a smile. "That’s what they say."  

"Do you ever plan to settle down? Or is this just who you are?"  

I clenched my jaw, already done with the conversation.  

If I denied it, they'd say I was lying. If I played along, they’d say I was an arrogant jerk.  

So I made a joke.  

"Tell you what—the next person I kiss? That’s it. I’ll marry them." 

The audience went wild.

I thought that was the end of it.  

I had no idea what I had just set into motion.

At The Club

I wasn’t supposed to be there.  

But my friends insisted. "One night out," they said. "Relax a little," they said.  

So I went.  

I stood in the corner, minding my own business, until—  

She crashed into me.

Soft lips. The scent of perfume and something sweet.

It was so fast, I barely had time to react.  

But then—then—I realized: she had no idea who I was, at least not right now  

And just like that, something in me clicked.  

So I kissed her back.  

And when she finally opened her eyes and realized her mistake—when she looked at me like she was about to have a full-on breakdown—I smirked.  

"Guess that means we’re getting married."

It was meant to be a joke.  

Then the flashes started. The whispers. The cameras.   And suddenly, it wasn’t a joke anymore

a/n: I knew I wanted to give a lil background of what happened before the lil club incident, and the trashy tv program viewer in me LOVES to build suspense hehehehehe. I hope yall enjoy this <3

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—License and registration, please.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x wife!fem!reader

Summary: Did you pass the speed limit? No. Did Jun-ho pull you over anyways to steal a few moments (and kisses) with you? Yes.

Content: fluff, shared kisses, a girl flirting with him but Jun-ho being very loyal, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.1k

The air was cool that afternoon, sunlight glinting off the windshields of passing cars. Traffic duty wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was steady, and after everything Jun-ho had endured chasing shadows and secrets, it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t mind the transfer. It gave him time to breathe. To be with you.

A motorcycle driving into sight caught his eyes, bringing him out of his thoughts. A man carrying a girl on the back, helmet-less.

Jun-ho approached the two as the motorcycle came to a stop, his partner—a younger, less experienced officer trailed after him.

“You’re not wearing a helmet. Your license, please.” he took out a small tablet as the man cursed, eyes full of impatience and annoyance.

“Isn’t this entrapment? Hiding to catch people is shady. You want to squeeze money out of broke citizens?” the man scoffed.

“Your license, please.” Jun-ho ignored him and extended a hand out, waiting.

The man handed over his license begrudgingly as the girl sitting behind him on the motorcycle hopped down, giving the man a reassuring pat as if saying, “I’ve got this,” before coming closer to Jun-ho.

“Look, can’t you just let us go? I’m wearing one.” she gestured to her own helmet, giving it a steady pat.

“No, ma’am.”

The girl frowned, but took a second look at him and her eyes sparkled, peering at him. “Hey, you’re really handsome!” her voice tuned into a higher pitch at her excitement, as if she found some treasure.

“I could charge you with obstruction.” Jun-ho said dryly, checking the information on the small tablet in his hand.

“You’re a tough cookie,” the girl smiled wider, taking out her phone. She snapped a few pictures, striking different poses as Jun-ho tried to avoid the camera, his head ducked low as he scanned over the information shown on the tablet. The man on the motorcycle narrowed his eyes at the sight.

As the ticket printed out from a machine strapped to Jun-ho’s vest, the girl patted his shoulder. “Come on, get in here!” she leaned closer, but he stepped away to maintain a good distance, before walking over to the man.

Jun-ho handed the ticket to the guy. “The fine for not wearing a helmet is 20,000 won. Pay it on time.”

The man snatched the ticket away as the girl continued fawning.

“What’s your number? Are you single?” she squealed.

Jun-ho blinked, momentarily taken aback, before he smirked softly and raised his hand, the band on his finger glinting in the sunlight. “Happily married,” he said simply, his voice warm.

The girl’s excitement evaporated, replaced by a pout. “Seriously? Who’s the lucky woman?”

Jun-ho didn’t answer, instead he walked back to the squad car.

The man drove off on his motorcycle, a bitterness clinging onto him. The girl was startled and chased after the guy, shouting and exclaiming and throwing her helmet at him but missing while trying to catch up, her loud curses disappearing into the distance along with the motorcycle.

Jun-ho watched the scene unfold with an amused smile, shaking his head before getting back into the squad car. His rookie partner shot him a bewildered look. “Does that happen to you a lot?”

“More than you’d think. Just ignore them,” Jun-ho replied, settling back into his seat, looking down at the band on his ring finger as his eyes softened, already missing you.

They were driving back toward their usual patrol route when Jun-ho caught sight of a familiar car in the distance. It was yours, the unmistakable silhouette of the vehicle and the way it handled the road bringing an instant smile to his face.

“Pulling over for a second,” he told his rookie partner.

“What? Why?”

Without explanation, Jun-ho sped up slightly, falling into step behind your car before flicking on the lights. You weren’t speeding—you rarely did—but you pulled your car to the side of the road obediently anyway, your indicator blinking calmly, putting the car in park.

Jun-ho stepped out of the patrol car, smoothing his uniform. His partner stayed inside, fiddling with the radio.

He walked up to your window, tapping lightly on the glass, then gestured for you to roll it down. When you turned to look at him, he saw the way your eyes flickered in recognition and affectionate annoyance. He could already feel his heart melting.

You raised an eyebrow, playing along as you pressed the button and lowered the window.

“Officer,” you said, your voice laced with playful suspicion. “What’s the problem?”

Jun-ho leaned against the frame, speaking in a serious way, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “License and registration, please.”

You scoffed. “I wasn’t speeding. You know I wasn’t speeding.”

“You were driving suspiciously… within the speed limit,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Very suspicious.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Am I really getting a ticket for obeying the law?”

“Yes,” he said, dipping his head closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “But you can pay in kisses.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in through the open window, his lips brushing yours in a tender, stolen kiss. It was soft, warm, and lingering—the kind of kiss that reminded you just how much he adored you. When he pulled back, he waited for just a moment before stealing another kiss. And then another.

“Jun-ho,” you mumbled, your voice half-scolding but mostly filled with affection.

“One more,” he murmured, his hand resting lightly on the edge of the window.

You gave in, letting him kiss you again.

“That’ll cover it,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement as he pulled back, his eyes lingering on yours.

Just as he straightened, the passenger door of the squad car opened, and his rookie partner stepped out, looking thoroughly confused. “Uh… everything okay?”

Jun-ho let out a sigh, his expression shifting back to something more professional, though you could still see the softness in his eyes when he glanced at you. “Everything’s fine,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute, go wait in the car.”

The officer hesitated but nodded, retreating back to the patrol car, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Jun-ho said, his voice softening as he looked at you.

You smiled warmly. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I’ll be there,” he promised. “Sharp.”

With one last lingering look, Jun-ho stepped back, letting you drive off. He stood there for a moment, watching your car disappear down the road, his heart full.

As he returned to the squad car, his rookie partner gave him a questioning look, but Jun-ho didn’t offer an explanation. Some things were just for him to cherish.

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DAE-HO AS YOUR BF

BEFORE THE GAMES

First of all, this man is one of the sweetest in the entire damn series. He is the type to constantly be getting you flowers and your favorite types of sweets (whether that be chocolates, lollipops, baked goods, etc).

Always there to hype you up, no matter the situation. Even if you’re in the wrong. Dae-ho will never play the devil’s advocate, although he will make you think about your actions in a kind, stress and judgement free way.

Despite all your shared debt, Dae-ho still adores spoiling you in little ways. Picking little flowers from nearby meadows in Seoul’s natural parks. Buying you little trinkets that remind him of you; like bracelets and mini music boxes.

Will never let you walk home alone at night. This man doesn’t care how far away you are. Twenty miles? Fifty? He’ll get there just to make sure nobody touches or tries anything on your way home. He may be a little paranoid from his time in the marines.

When walking together, he’ll always have his large, calloused and veiny hand on the small of your back. It gives both him and you a sense of belonging and comfort—so much so, that it’s become a habit by now.

I imagine Dae-ho is a great listener who will sit for hours listening to your rants (and problems). But when it comes to him? He tries to hide it from you. Why? Because he’s scared you’ll find him weak and pathetic.

I imagine over the years he lived with his dad, his mental state was really hit hard. He still has trouble being open and vulnerable with you, but he tries his best. And he’s really glad to have someone as caring as you on his side.

DURING THE GAMES

Absolutely shocked and horrified when he sees you wearing the same green tracksuit as him—even more so when he hears why you joined. Because you wanted the you and him to have a better future together.

He always insists on giving you at least half of his food portions. He says it’s because you need the strength more than he does, even though it’s not true. In the end, all he wants is for you to survive, and is willing to do anything to ensure it.

Keeps you close during all of the games, but especially mingle. Heaven knows Dae-ho couldn’t live with himself if you died and he lived. He trusts and cares for Gi-hun and the others, but will always pick you first.

Every single time the song goes quiet and the platform stops, he’s nearly dragging you off the platform before the number is even announced, giving both of you a head start to the madness rush caused by the panic.

During the rebellion, all he can think of is you. After all you’ve been through together, how could he just leave you like that? And his negative feelings and thoughts are intensified due to his episode. Yet, tries his best to remain strong for your allies.

When he runs back to get ammo, he is so out of it, he barely even notices you running over to ask him what’s going on. He just watches in awe as you rush into action, grabbing the ammo from the dead guards pockets. All for him.

All he feels is warmth as you help comfort him as he comes down from his PTSD attack. In the end, he vows to get both of you out of there alive, no matter what it takes. By any circumstances. And in the end, that’s just what he does.

AFTER THE GAMES

When you are kicked out onto the separate empty streets you were first picked up on—card in mouth—you were confused. Until someone pulls of your blindfold. Dae-ho. You look up at his messy hair. He looks relieved.

He was now in one of his shirts instead of the green tracksuit you were so used to by now. Yet, even in his disheveled state, he still managed to be as handsome as ever. He quickly helps you to your feet and pulls you into a warm, enveloping hug.

The two of you walk to your nearest bank together, pulling out your cards and putting your player numbers in, unlocking them. Yet, even with all the accumulated wealth you now share, you both only pull out enough to pay off your debts.

You both go to therapy, although you mask the real reason why. How were you supposed to explain to a therapist you were visiting that you were in a series of death games without seeming absolutely crazy?

Dae-ho also becomes a lot more protective and clingy after you leave the island, as if scared to lose you (he is). Which is one of the reasons he proposes to you and buys a house for you to share. Together at last. No danger in sight.

To outsiders, it may seem sudden or too soon—but to you? It couldn’t have been soon enough. You and Dae-ho are ready to leave the games behind you, and this seems like the next logical step. It feels…right.

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Super good with his mouth and fingers. He has a long tongue and is extremely soft and agile with it. He is fingers are almost freakishly long and thick, perfect for his deep, controlled movements. Plus, he can be such a tease.

If he wanted to, Dae-ho could edge you all night long—simply drinking in your essence. Sucking on your clit, dragging his tongue through your thick folds and gummy walls. Letting his fingers slowly penetrate you as you moan uncontrollably.

Besides being a munch, he also has a huge dick. Around eight inches, to be exact—and thick af. Every time he slides into you, it’s a struggle. You cry out about not being able to take him every single time, and he is as gentle as can be.

He is never rough with you, even as his cock feels like it’s impaling you. Dae-ho always goes as slow as you need, not wanting to push you too far. In conclusion, he knows what he’s doing and is the gentlest giant ever made.

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me whenever I have to do actual work instead of searching through the x reader tags. 🙄