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thesquidgame · 6 months ago

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Calm Before the Storm

Hwang Jun-ho x wife!reader

Summary: After your husband's disappearance, he starts to act different.

Warning: Angst, disappearance, gunshot wound, head injury, hospitals, mention of death, marital conflict, mention of divorce, guns

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The worst day of your life happened after one of your husband’s work trips. He said that his team had gotten a lead on what might have happened to his brother and that he had to investigate. That was par for the course, every couple months there would be another potential lead on where your brother-in-law could be, but every couple months Jun-ho would be sorely disappointed.

This time was different. He said he would be gone for a couple of days, and that he didn’t know if he would be able to get in contact. He left for one day, and then two, then more. His department panicked, apparently, it wasn’t a work trip and one of their detectives went missing. After a week his picture was on the nightly news, and after 10 days you were doing interviews begging for anyone who had any information to step forward. His mother came to sleep at your apartment, and she said she just wanted to help out with her daughter-in-law, but you could hear her sobs in the middle of the night through the thin walls between your bedroom and the guest room.

At 5 AM, a week after Jun-ho’s disappearance, you got a call. They had found him. He was in a specialized emergency hospital on the outskirts of Seoul, and he was in a coma. You rushed to your car with your mother-in-law and broke speed limits that Jun-ho would never let you break when he was in the car with you.

The hospital parking lot was nearly empty. The lobby was quiet when you walked in, and the front desk woman almost looked shocked when she saw two women with deep circles under their eyes and hair sticking in every direction. Honestly, you couldn’t care less. She was the receptionist at a hospital, if that was the craziest thing she’d seen she was in for a rude awakening when an actual patient came up to her desk.

She quickly directed you to his hotel room, on the 3rd floor, where his supervisor was already waiting. Time seemed to slow down as you rode the elevator. It couldn’t have taken longer than 20 seconds, but it felt like years. What if he was dying? What if he didn’t wake up? What if he was getting worse? Your thoughts kept racing, and you and Jun-ho’s mother couldn’t share a single word between the two of you between all of the panic going on inside your heads.

The floor was so quiet you could hear the squeak of a nurse’s shoes down the hallway. You should’ve run to your husband's bedside, but you couldn’t. You took one step at a time, terrified of what might await you. His supervisor stepped out the door and closed it. He looked at you with tired eyes. “Mrs. Hwang, Mrs. Park, I’m glad you could make it.”

“How’s my husband?” Formalities could wait. Formalities could go to hell.

He sighed, and your heart skipped several beats. “How is he?!” Jun-ho’s mother yelled.

“He’s okay, he seems to be mostly stable, but I-” He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, looking away at the ground, “I gotta be honest. He’s not great. He was shot and fell from a high distance into water. He passed out in the water and the doctors think he breathed in water and fell unconscious. They’re not sure of the extent of brain damage because he hasn’t woken up, but the lack of oxygen to his brain likely caused some sort of impact. There’s more, but they would only tell me the basics because I’m not family.”

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. What if he didn’t wake up? What if he did and he wasn’t the same? Memories of the last night you spent together raced through your head. It had been a long exhausting day, and he somehow knew how terrible it had been. He brought takeout home and made an extra stop to get your favorite dessert from a bakery. He set the food down on the kitchen table and immediately made his way to you on the couch, leaned down, and kissed you until you needed to come up for air. You turned off the tv and sat on the couch for hours, eating and talking and eventually fucking. Right before you went to bed he told you that he was going on the trip tomorrow, and you just smiled and nodded, thinking it was going to be like all the other times.

You pushed past the sergeant and walked into your husband’s room. His bed was separated from an empty one by a curtain. You couldn’t feel your own feet as you walked towards it, and it almost felt like your hand wasn’t moving at all when you pushed past the curtain.

Jun-ho looked like death. There was a tube shoved in his throat and his skin was so pale it looked translucent, the blue of his veins showing through on his arm next to an IV. The circles under his eyes were deep and dark, and he was in a neck brace, with his head bandaged.

It felt like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs. The second his mother saw him, she collapsed at his side and laid her body over his legs. Her cries were guttural and came from something that must’ve broken inside of her. “My baby, my baby. I lost one son, I’ll die if I lose another.”

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t cry. You sunk to a chair at his side and reached out for his hand. He was so cold. His skin felt like he had just been taken out of the ocean minutes before, and his heart rate was so slow it felt like it was second between beats.

You didn’t hear the doctor come into the room until he spoke. Jun-ho’s mother looked up and stared at him like he was an angel, but you couldn’t look away from your husband’s unmoving body.

“Mrs. Hwang, can I talk to you about your husband’s condition?” You didn’t move, his mother had to beg the doctor to continue speaking. “He was shot in his left shoulder, luckily the bullet didn’t hit any vital organs, but because of the time between the injury and his arrival at the hospital, he lost a significant amount of blood. We think he hit the water head-first, and the impact caused his neck to break, luckily, there was no spinal cord damage. We induced him into a coma once he reached the hospital, so unfortunately we aren’t able to tell the extent of the damage unless he wakes.”

Your mother and law stood up “Unless? What do you mean by unless?!” she screamed. “My son is not going to die, do you hear me?!”

You felt broken, Jun-ho had to wake up, he had to. You didn’t care if he couldn’t walk, or speak, but he had to wake up.

You could hear fists banging against the doctor’s chest, but you didn’t turn around. Just kept staring at your husband’s pale face, and pale hands.

The hospital had apparently received a large grant during COVID to expand, and when the pandemic had died down they became designated only for acute emergency cases and recovery care, and many rooms were kept vacant. The staff let you stay in the other bed in his room, and there was a shower attached to the room, designed for patients in long-term recovery and their family members. The hospital had a small cafeteria that made shockingly delicious Korean food, and they delivered the meals to the room three times a day. Before long, you became used to the tired routine of late-night check-ups and tired smiles from the nurses urging you to go home and rest. You were terrified that if you left the hospital Jun-ho would die before you could get back, but you couldn’t tell the nurses that. You just told the nurses that your house was far away and it was more convenient to stay at the hospital as opposed to making the commute or getting a hotel room.

It was three weeks before Jun-ho moved. In that time, you hadn’t left the hospital once. He squeezed your hand while you were holding it, and at first, you thought you imagined it. You called the doctor, and she said she would keep an eye on it, but not to get your hopes up- apparently twitching was normal in coma patients. Several hours later you felt the squeeze again, and when you looked up, you saw Jun-ho’s eyes open the slightest bit.

It was like a month’s worth of fear and pain cascaded over in a heartbeat, and you collapsed on his chest in broken sobs, staring up at your husband. His mother was there, and she leaned over at him, pleading his name. He stared at you for as long as he could, until his eyes closed again, his eyelids twitching like he wanted them to stay open. Once his eyes closed your hand was still holding his in a tight grip, and you reached open to press the button again.

In the next couple of days, he went in and out of consciousness at increasing intervals. The first moment where you felt like you could breathe again came a week after he first squeezed your hand, when you awoke from sleeping laying on his lap while you sat in the chair to the sound of gagging. You heard his heartbeat increase and saw his throat convulse and his eyes flash open as he fought his breathing tube.

You immediately pressed the call button for the nurse, and when they took too long you went out into the hallway and screamed for a nurse. There were only a couple of patients on his hall, and they could go screw themselves if they thought their sleep was more important than your husband's choking. The nurse and doctor came running and closed the door on you. Within a couple of minutes the nurse opened the door, and let you step inside. The doctor tried to talk to you, but you couldn’t hear anything she was saying as you walked past her toward your husband’s side.

“Baby,” Jun-ho whispered. His voice was hoarse and broken, and you could feel tears streaming down your face.

“Honey, you’re- you’re here.” You cried more and more, and he painfully reached his arm up to you.

“It’s okay (y/n), I was never going anywhere, I’m here.” You tucked your head into his neck and sobbed into his hospital gown.

He stroked your hair slowly until his hand rested on the back of your head. You looked up to see that he had fallen back asleep, exhausted from the ordeal of choking on his breathing tube. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, wet from a single tear rolling down his face, and tucked your head back down to fall asleep again.

You woke up to a nurse gently shaking you away, informing you that you had to sleep in the other bed to prevent infection. You wanted to fight her for doing her job, but obliged. You fell back asleep quickly, too tired to stay awake because of the crying you had just finished doing.

“(Y/n).” You awoke to a quiet voice, blinking your eyes because of the bright sunlight streaming through the window. You immediately looked over at Jun-ho to see your fiance with his head turned looking at you.

“Jun-ho.” You stood up, stumbling out of bed in the clothes you had to have been wearing for at least a couple of days before now, and went over to kiss him on the lips, the same way he had the last time you had seen him before he went missing. He reciprocated with more force than you thought someone who hadn’t moved any part of his body in a month could.

“I missed you so much honey, I couldn’t breathe for so long.” He smiled and wiped a tear off of your face.

“I know baby, but I’m here now, I’m here.” He looked at you with so much love and life in his eyes, exactly what you had been missing for the past month.

“I was so scared Jun-ho, first I couldn’t find you, and then once I did I- I wasn’t sure.” You paused, another tear streaming down your face. “I wasn’t sure you would make it.” You whispered.

“I know (y/n), and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You- you got shot. You fell from really high into the water far out in the ocean. You have no idea how scared I was.”

His brow furrowed painfully before he suddenly pulled his head back and winced. “Jun-ho, Jun-ho? Are you okay?!”

You frantically pushed the call button and within seconds there was a team of doctors and nurses entering the room. They slowed slightly when they saw the scene in front of them, and quickly determined there was no immediate danger, and quickly began examining him and asking you both questions. Once the rest of the group left, Jun-ho’s main doctor sat in a chair to explain the situation to the both of you.

She explained what the team had seen when they had checked Jun-ho over, and explained the need for another set of scans to ensure there was no serious brain injury. “We also will need to call the police back to the hospital, because of the gunshot wound.”

Jun-ho froze, and his back grew stiff. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You rested your hand in his grip, tightening it around his.

“Nothing’s wrong, just nervous about the tests.” He squeezed your hand back and smiled up at you at your position sitting next to him on the bed. His body remained stiff, and your brow furrowed in confusion. He was likely traumatized and in pain, both physically and mentally.

Once the doctor left, you apprehensively asked him “Honey, I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but… What happened when you were gone, with the fall, and the gunshot wound?”

He looked away from you and glanced out the window. He paused, “I don’t know. I don’t remember what happened.”

You leaned in and squeezed his hand again. “It’s okay if you do, I just want to help you.”

He remained looking out the window, until he looked back at you, something tight across his eyes. “I really don’t know, can we please talk about something else. I’m going to get enough of that from my coworkers later anyways.” He laughed, but the tightness across his face remained the same.

Smiling a similar tight smile, you squeezed his hand back. “Okay. Just, let me know if you remember anything.”

“Now, is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Jun-ho, I’m not the one who just woke up from a coma, that’s my line!” Jun-ho smiled a real smile, and you copied him, smiling your first genuine smile in weeks.

After the tests, you wheeled Jun-ho in a wheelchair back into his hospital room, where you were greeted by his boss sitting in your usual chair next to his bedside. He stood up to greet you, “Detective! It’s so good to see you awake again!” He bowed to Jun-ho, and your husband nodded his head in return.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but do you think we could do the interview now? Just so we don’t get more in the way of you and your lovely wife.” He smiled, but there was anxiety furrowing his brow. He was clearly using many tactics that you watched Jun-ho explain that the police force used on victims and their families.

Jun-ho smiled back, “of course.” He looked up at you and smiled a similar tight smile towards you. “Honey, do you think you could go and get some coffee from downstairs for us?”

You nodded, unsure of what to do as you could clearly tell that the coffee run was just an excuse to get you out of the room. “Of course.” There wasn’t anything you could do about it, and confronting your husband about something he is clearly not ready to talk about would certainly not be a solution. “Officer, would you like me to get you anything?”

He waved you off and you hesitantly exited the room to go downstairs.

Due to the emptiness of the hospital, it didn’t take you long to go down to the cafeteria, pick up some coffee for you and Jun-ho, and come back upstairs. When you reached the floor that the room was on, you hesitated, noticing that the door was cracked and the sounds of him and his boss were still quietly filtering out into the hallway.

You debated for a second staying and eavesdropping, but your moral compass won out in the end. Whatever it was, Jun-ho was clearly not ready to tell you. You didn’t want to betray his trust, and eventually, he would share it with you. The two of you had no secrets between you. If there ever was a night when Jun-ho would have to stay later at work, or was suddenly asked to hang out by his friends, he would call you immediately and tell you what was going on and when he would probably be home. Not that you necessarily needed him to, you trusted him, but he insisted that he never wanted you to worry after him. You did the same in turn, even though your job was far less demanding than his and plans came up far less sporadically for you than they did for him.

As you walked away, you heard a sliver of the conversation “hundreds… shot.” It made you pause in your step. You must’ve misheard. Maybe he had said something else. Maybe you were too sleep-deprived and stressed to think clearly. Still, you turned those words around in your head as you sat in a chair in the hallway next to the nurse’s station.

If you hadn’t misheard- if; what would it mean? Did Jun-ho have a brain injury that didn’t turn up on scans that makes him misremember what happened? Or- or was he telling the truth? Your husband wasn’t a liar, he was the perfect detective because of his strict moral compass, so that must mean… That must mean that if there was no brain injury, and if you didn’t mishear, wherever Jun-ho was he had watched hundreds of people die.

You heard a knock on the doorframe, “Mrs. Hwang, we’re done with the interview.”

You stood up and walked toward the door when the other detective put his hand on your shoulder while his face grimaced. “I hope everything works out well for the two of you, I really do.” With that foreboding line of encouragement, he walked past you and towards the elevator.

When you entered the room, Jun-ho smiled at you. “(Y/n).” You walked towards him and kissed his forehead, handing him the cup of coffee.

Kissing his forehead, you asked, “How did it go? Are you alright?”

Jun-ho’s brow creased, but he smiled back at you still. “It went well, I just told him that I didn’t know anything.”

That didn’t make sense. You had to have been gone for at least 20 minutes, there was no way those 15 minutes were filled with the other detective asking questions that your husband kept saying no to.

“I’ll have to go into the station later on after I’m discharged and give a longer more formal statement, but for now they’ll leave us alone.”

“Great, I’m glad to have you all to myself.” You leaned over and kissed him on the lips again. You trusted him, and whatever it was that he wasn’t telling you, he would open up about soon.

He didn’t. After another 2 weeks, the hospital was completely sure there were no long-standing effects. Besides having to regularly come in for check-ups and to carefully not hurt the shoulder where he was shot, miraculously there were no other serious effects.

You had finally gone back into the apartment after he woke up, although you weren’t happy about going back when it was lifeless due to Jun-ho’s absence. By the time he was discharged, the apartment was dust-free, and you made sure that everything was the same as it had been when he had first gone missing.

In the past couple of weeks, Jun-ho had been too calm. He was casual about just about everything. He was smiling, and making jokes, like nothing had ever happened. But, underneath it all, you could tell something was different. When you’ve been with someone for so long, had exchanged wedding vows, and slept in the same bed for years, you just knew them. You knew your husband, and something was off about him. He refused to go to sleep in the hospital room with the door open, and every time you came or went he would make you close the door behind you. He insisted that you spent the night in the hotel room with him (not that you were complaining) even when he was far out of the danger zone. On the car ride home from the hospital he would check the mirrors every time he thought you weren’t looking.

There was something completely off about him, he seemed paranoid, and for the first time in your relationship besides his brother’s disappearance- scared. But every time you would ask him what was wrong, he would just smile and say “I’m alright, just adjusting.”

You carried all of your stuff to the apartment, insisting on doing so even though your stubborn husband wanted to carry luggage even with a bullet recently being removed from his shoulder. But, when you left the elevator and were about to go into the apartment, he stopped you by putting his hand out.

“Baby, I just want to get inside. This is heavy.” You complained.

“I know, just- just give me a minute. I want to check something.” He silently turned the key to your small apartment, took off both his shoes, and stepped inside. He pulled up his pant leg slightly and took out a gun that you didn’t even notice was there.

“Jun-ho!”

He turned back to you and put his finger to his lips, shushing you. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

He closed the door behind him, and you stood there shocked. You knew something was wrong, but you didn’t expect him to take out a gun and search your home.

In a couple of minutes, he came back out. “What the hell Jun-ho? What was that!”

“It was nothing, I’m sorry.” He put the gun back away.

“Why would you search our house? You’ve never done that before. Seriously Jun-ho, what’s going on?” You shouted, exasperated by him saying one thing and acting in a completely opposite way.

“It’s nothing.” He sighed, “I’m sorry (y/n), I’m just scared. It’s been a while since I’ve been out of the hospital, so I’m nervous.” He leaned in and gave you a hug, which you reciprocated. But still, that wasn’t the whole truth.

“I think you should see someone Jun-ho, this isn’t normal.” You said into your husband’s chest.

“(Y/n), I’m fine. I promise.” You leaned your head up and kissed him again.

The first week back was difficult. Jun-ho seemed terrified of just about everything around him. The both of you barely left the house, and when you did his hand held yours in a tight grip.

Your job had given you an extended leave to take care of Jun-ho, but your leave was ending in a few weeks once the two-month mark passed.

You were laying in bed one night, Jun-ho tracing circles on your shoulder as you spooned after making love. “Jun-ho, I’m worried about you.”

He kissed your shoulder, “what about?” He said casually.

You rolled over to face him. “About everything, you’ve been so scared and stressed. I don’t know what’s going to happen once I go back to work.”

He propped his head on his hand as he laid on his side, “I know, I’m sorry. I’m starting to feel better. I’m sorry I’ve been so paranoid lately.”

You sighed, “I want you to see someone Jun-ho. I don’t want this to fester and fester.”

He sighed, “I know (y/n), I promise it’ll get better soon. I talked to the chief today, I’ll go back to work next week.”

You shot up in bed, “two weeks? Babe, that isn’t nearly enough time. You still can’t lift anything heavier than a paper clip with your left arm.”

Jun-ho reached back towards you and stroked your arm. “Well good thing I’m right-handed.” He smirked.

Tilting your head, you just looked back at your husband anxiously. “Jun-ho this is serious. You aren’t ready to go back to work.”

“(Y/n), please trust me. This will all be over soon, okay?” He looked at you pleadingly. He didn’t want you to drop it or ignore it, he wanted you to- trust him? There was a secret, but he clearly didn’t want you to know it, and just to wait.

Sighing, you said, “Okay, I’ll wait.” You didn’t know what else to say. You couldn’t make him tell you the truth, and he wanted you to not push it. There was nothing to do. “But I really want you to talk to someone.”

He leaned in to kiss you, and right before he touched your lips, he said “Okay, I will; for you.” Then he closed the distance and kissed you until you needed to come up for air.

Your house was quieter after you both went back to work. When Jun-ho came home from work he would make his way next to you on the couch, lay down, and put his head on your lap. It was nice at first, after so much stress you could simply relax and enjoy each other's company.

Soon after getting home, he would get tired. Sometimes falling asleep on your lap.

After a month of him getting back to work, you were exhausted from the silence. It became oppressive. You grew tired of the same routine, and how your husband never quite grew less paranoid. He became better at hiding it, attaching cameras and extra locks around your house under the guise of burglaries in the building that you had never heard of. He would stand up from his crouch install the locks and wrap his arms around you, kissing you and telling you that he just wanted you to be safe.

Before his accident, he would wake up every morning and make breakfast for the both of you, insisting that it was the most important meal of the day. After the accident, he started to make lunch as well, and whenever you suggested that you go out for dinner, he smiled and told you that he enjoyed your cooking so much more.

Then, after 3 months, he came home completely exhausted. It was later than usual, and you stayed up late to greet him, completely concerned by his lack of response to any of your texts. “Jun-ho, where the hell were you? Are you okay?!” You ran up to him as soon as he opened the door, looking him up and down for any injuries.

“No, I’m fine.” He smiled a lopsided and insincere smile at you. He smelled like alcohol.

“Were you drinking?” You demanded.

“Me and my coworkers went out for a couple of bottles of soju after work, nothing much.” He shook off his shoes and went to hug you.

You pulled away, “why didn’t you tell me? We always tell each other these things.”

“Baby, I had a long, long day, let’s not do this right now.”

“No, we have to do this right now, what happened? You’ve been so strange lately, and you never went to talk to someone like you said you would.” You paused, tears beginning to well up in your eyes, “I’m really concerned for you. I want you to get tested for PTSD.”

He stepped closer to you, “I don’t have PTSD, I just had a long day.” You didn’t move. He sighed, “(Y/n), please, I’m exhausted. Can we do this tomorrow?”

You didn’t say anything but didn’t move when he closed the distance between you to pull you into a tight hug. You finally reciprocated, pulling him closer, when you heard silent sniffling from next to your ear. In a heartbeat, you felt a drop of wetness on your shoulder.

The next day, Jun-ho quit being a detective. After he started crying, he pretended like nothing had happened, got silent, and took a shower before going to bed. You barely spoke another word the rest of the night, but after he thought you went to sleep you could feel him trace circles on your shoulder.

He told you as soon as he got home that being a detective was too much work for him after the accident, and he tired more easily, but you didn’t buy it for a second.

“Jun-ho, you love your job, why would you quit? Do you want to go back on leave?” You pleaded at your husband.

He smiled back at you, “Of course I love my job, it’s only temporary.” And he leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

Temporary. Although your better judgment told you otherwise, you put all your faith in that one little word. Temporary, this, like everything else making your husband act so different, would pass.

Jun-ho came home late the next day. Then the next. The first you waited up for him, sitting at the dinner table, your food growing cold. When your husband came in, he didn’t smell like alcohol, he simply kissed you on the forehead and sat down across from you, not confronting his tardiness. You cried yourself to sleep that night, with your husband laying stiff as a board next to you, unsure of what to do.

The next night, when he was late, you didn’t bother to wake up. You left his food in the fridge and went to bed early, tears streaming down your face. You were still awake when he came into bed but pretended to be asleep. You could feel the bed shaking from his silent sobs.

The next month went on in the same way, with the only escape from the monotony of your miserable silence being Jun-ho’s one day off. On that one day, you would pretend that you didn’t have any problems, that you were a normal couple who would go walking through the cherry trees and go out drinking together late at night. You went on a double date with one of your coworkers and her husband and sat awkwardly through one of their arguments. It wasn’t the same, but having some bit of refuge away from your stress was a lifesaver.

But even that changed. One day, you decided to go kayaking out in the bay, and while you were out in the water, Jun-ho stopped for a minute. There was a gap in your conversation, and during it, your husband stopped paddling.

“Babe, are you alright?”

He looked up at you as if startled. “Yeah, I’m alright.” He paused, “Would it be okay if we went back, I need to do something important.”

“Um, yeah sure. What is it?” You hesitantly asked.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Your face sank. Every question you asked your husband ended with him saying ‘It’s nothing,’ no matter how big of a deal it likely was.

A couple of days later, when your husband came home late again, he told you that he would be busy on his day off and that a friend of his needed help on his boat. You just smiled and nodded, because what else could you really do?

Then he was busy the next weekend, and then the next, and the next. You only really saw your husband for a couple of minutes in the morning, and a couple of minutes in the night. Sometimes, you were able to make time. Sometimes, you would go out for a nice dinner, or go out to a friend’s party for the holidays. On your birthday he took the whole day off work and planned every single thing you would do all day. He made breakfast, took you shopping in the morning, went out to a nice lunch, took you out to the countryside to the ocean, and bought you lunch in your favorite tiny spot next to the shore. It was like for just 24 hours you had your husband back.

But other than that, it was like living with a ghost. He got more and more stressed over time. He smiled the same amount, but even with taking a demotion to a regular cop, he was getting worse and worse over time. He felt tenser, and more on edge than he had ever been before.

Every night you would fall asleep crying, you became used to waking up with a wet pillow or having to look at your puffy eyes when you wiped the condensation off the mirror after crying in the shower. Whenever Jun-ho saw the tears, whether you were laying in bed or cooking dinner on one of the rare nights that he came home early would wrap you in a hug from behind, and say, “I’m so sorry honey, I promise this will pass.”

And you would plead, “Please honey, please, just tell me what’s happening, please be here more.”

And he would press his head into your back and whisper, “I can’t, I’m sorry. I love you.”

Your hopes would drop all over again, “I love you too.”

It was three years before anything changed. You would constantly beg him to do anything, to see someone, to talk to you, to do anything. Your friends asked you if he was cheating, but you knew he wasn’t. You knew, somehow that whatever was happening, was big, and important. And that it was eating you and your husband alive.

You didn’t see him for three days. He answered all of your texts with “Just something for work, I’ll be home soon. I love you.” Nothing else. No explanation for anything.

You slept on the couch and stayed there when you were awake, racked with anxiety. When he finally came home you sat there staring straight ahead. He didn’t speak.

You had pictured a fight, a confrontation. You had begged and pleaded, with tears in your eyes before. But nothing had happened. And after almost four years, you didn’t have any energy left.

“I want a divorce.” You surprised yourself with the words.

You looked up at him, and he stood there, his expression unreadable.

“If you can’t tell me what the hell is going on, tomorrow I’m going to a lawyer.”

He stumbled toward you and dropped to his knees in front of you, “(Y/n), please. You just have to trust me. This, this’ll all be over soon. I know I’ve said it before, but this time I mean it, soon it’ll be just like before.”

You looked into your husband’s eyes which were beginning to fill with tears. “I don’t believe you.”

“Baby, please. I can’t tell you, I really can’t.” His head dropped, breaking eye contact as you saw a tear fall down to reach the floor. He whispered, “If- if you know the truth, I don’t know what’ll happen to you. And I can’t risk that. I- I’ve risked everything else. But I can’t risk you.”

You couldn’t cry, your tears were all dried up. You should be shocked by what he was saying, but your mind went back to what you heard him say from outside that hospital room years ago “Hundreds… Shot.”

“I know, I’ve known. I know that you remember, and I know that it’s related to when you went missing. I just need you to trust me. I can’t do this anymore.”

He looks up at you, grabbing your hands and wrapping his around yours. “I know, I’m so sorry, but I need you to just wait a little bit longer-”

You stood up. “I think you should leave.”

“(Y/n), please.”

You walked away from him, towards your bedroom. “(Y/n), I love you.”

“I love you.” And then you heard the door shut.

As you lay in bed, you couldn’t help but feel empty, like your heart had been torn out of your chest. The brutal calm you had been through was over, but storm had just begun.

Part two will be out with the next season, stay tuned for more!

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bangchanwifey · 5 months ago

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‘ride it’ - hwang jun-ho ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

not proofread! read at your own risk!! i apologize this took me a couple more days then i thought but ty for your patience :)

pairing(s): hwang jun-ho x female!reader

warnings: femme reader, language, kissing, smut w no plot, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, riding, no correlation to squid game plot

“god you’re so pretty…” you heard jun-ho let out as he trailed kisses down your neck. soft moans filled the room as you felt him start to take off the shirt you were wearing. before you could even process it, he had you completely naked on the bed.

you watched as he got closer and closer to your core, teasingly placing kisses along your inner thighs. “baby.. please.” you whimpered, desperate for his touch.

he moved his mouth from your thighs to your soaking wet pussy. he practically gasped at how wet you already were even though he hadn’t done anything. you felt his tongue swipe over your folds and brought a hand to his hair tugging slightly.

this encouraged him to keep going as he added a finger inside of your hole. you moaned once again which only made him smirk knowing the effect he had on you.

“you taste so good princess.” he whispered before attaching his mouth to your clit. he sucked hard as he saw your legs shake, a sign that you were close. this only made him pick up the pace with his tongue and add another finger.

“fuck! yes baby.. feels so good!” you moaned looking down at him. he kept his eyes on you the whole time never wanting to look away from the sight. he watched as you came all over his tongue, gladly licking up every last drop.

he smiled at you before climbing back up towards you to place a kiss to your lips. you both smiled into the kiss as you wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him closer.

“i love you so much.” he said placing more kisses to your face, causing you to break out in a fit of laugher. you watched as jun-ho slowly pulled away from you to remove his own clothes now leaving the both of you bare.

he came closer connecting your lips again, this time the kiss more heated. you felt him slip his tongue into your mouth making you let out another moan. his hands gripped your thighs tightly, but not enough to actually hurt you.

he continued kissing you before slowly moving down to your tits. you whimpered softly as he grabbed one in his hand and shoved the other one in his mouth. you were becoming needy for him. as much as you loved what he was doing you couldn’t deny that you needed him inside of you.

“jun-ho… baby please i need you..” you let out causing him to send a cocky smirk your way. you watched as he laid back on the bed, slightly confused at his actions before he said, “want you to ride me.”

within seconds you were climbing on top of him as he smiled up at you. he held a firm grip on your hips as he helped you sit onto his cock. you let out a pornographic moan as you finally felt him inserting himself inside you.

“fuck…” he whispered softly as he watched the sight in front of him. you looked so pretty like that he had to stop himself from coming almost immediately.

you rapidly picked up the pace as you saw the way it was affecting him. your tits bounced as you rode him faster and faster. you felt him grab both of your boobs in his hands continuing to spread kisses to them.

“god.. you feel so good.” you moaned as you continued riding his cock. the way he was looking at you was a signal that he was close and you could also feel yourself becoming close again too.

“I want you to come with me.” he said as he noticed how you were close. he thrusted up into you once more, the sound of skin against skin feeling the room. you let out another loud moan before you were releasing all over his cock as he came inside of you at the same time.

he stared at you for a while taking in all of your features as you sat on his cock. you pulled yourself off of him before moving to lay down next to him. you laid your head down on his chest as you felt him wrap his strong arms around you.

he placed more soft kisses to your head as he held you close to him. “you’re so perfect. my perfect girl.” he whispered causing you to giggle at him. “i love you.” you replied placing a quick peck to his lips.

“I love you more baby.” he whispered holding you closer, if that was possible. the two of you laid there in each others arms for what felt like an eternity just enjoying the others’ presence.

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written-in-flowers · 5 months ago

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Please, Don't Leave Me: Junho x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Hwang Junho x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, slight angst

Word Count: 3k

Summary: In the heat of ovulating, you can't wait on your husband to come home. Yet, underneath the surface of heated passion lays a much deeper meaning.

Tags: established relationship, married couple, oral sex (f. receiving), pillow humping, body worship, light spanking (blink and miss it), very slight dom/sub undertones because a bitch can't help herself, edging, breeding kink kind of, and creampie.

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You didn’t know what was up with you. Sure, you might be ovulating, but it’d never been like this before.

Like a dog in heat, the smuttiest visions came to mind at the most random times. You’d be doing dishes or at work, and suddenly you’d imagine your husband pounding you like he’d done after date night. You’d think about his hands, always so gentle, gripping your hips and bending you over your desk at work. Thoughts of being dazed and drooling when he finally stuck himself inside you had your thighs clenching together. You tried fanning these flames throughout the day, wanting to wait until you had Junho in your grasp. With him working in traffic now, he was home more often.

But tonight, you simply could not wait. You’d started scrolling through your feed of porn videos while waiting on him, imagining yourself in their place, and it came strongly. Laying on your front, your pillow between your legs, you grazed your clothed sex over the soft cushion in slow motions. You kept your face buried in Junho’s pillows, inhaling his scent in every breath to fuel the desires burning inside you. The light brushes of the pillowcase going across your clit brought an aggravating need for release. Glancing at the clock, you knew he’d be home soon and likely too worn out to do anything for you. You didn’t think you could handle the embarrassment of your husband’s rejection.

The screen beside you showed a couple in their bed, the girl spread out at the edge of the bed being mercilessly fingered by her partner. Her pleading eyes and trembling thighs brought back the days when Junho did that to you. You grabbed onto his pillows, taking in more of his natural scent and grinding faster. He’d come home from a long day in Major Crimes, frustrated by his work, and take it out on your body. You’d let him. You always let him.

So wrapped up in your needs, you didn’t hear the front door open. The clinking of keys hitting the bowl did not register, and neither did the light footsteps to the bedroom door. You hadn’t even heard him say your name. Facing away from the door, you didn’t see the tall man leaning against the frame, arms crossed as he observed his wife humping her pillow. His eyes scanned over your body to watch you give into your desires. Junho isn’t an idiot. You and him have known each since college, dating for three years then being married for eight. He knew when your period came, which meant he knew when you ovulated too. He only felt a pang of disappointment that you didn’t come to him right away. Then again, that was mostly his fault. His search for the island kept him away from home. He knew you tried understanding, but that understanding and sympathy will only go so far. Junho worried one day you’d become fed up and decide to leave. The thought of that destroyed him inside. It’s partly why he has given up. He should be at home with his wife, not searching for a brother who won’t come home.

He gulped back saliva after seeing your pussy grinding on the edge of the pillow. It reminded him of the kinkier times, which you clearly were reliving in your head judging by the video you watched.

“Junho…” his name fell past your lips. The picture of his long fingers sinking into your dripping sex stayed in your memory. You remembered how he’d pin your hips down to keep you from wriggling away from his fingers. “Junho…” you whined again, thinking of his fingers deep in you.

“Yes, baby?”

His voice broke you from your visions, and you moved to sit up. However, a gentle hand moved to stop you. “No, no,” he said, “You started this; you’re not stopping now.”

“Junho, I-”

“-Keep grinding, baby,” he said softly in your ear. “You know I like watching.”

Excitement brought a smile to your face, you went back to humping. This time, you had the added pleasure of his hands smoothing over your ass and back. He didn’t guide or force you to move a certain speed. Junho only knelt behind you and groped your cheeks. You closed your eyes to savor the feeling of his hands on your body. Slightly rough from years of hard work, they still handled you as if you were made of glass. He only showed roughness in the light smacks he’d land on you, which made you jerk to the sharp stinging.

“You look so pretty like this,” he said, pulling your cheeks apart for a better view of your center on the pillow. “All needy and wet…I wish I could have you this way all the time.” Your nails dug into the bed when three fingers slipped between you and the pillow. “Your panties are soaked, sweetheart,” he said, “And you put a little spot on your pillow.”

“It just feels so good.”

“But, don’t I feel better?” he asked, tracing a finger over your slit. He started from the front and went towards the back at a slow pace. “Wouldn’t you prefer your husband’s cock over a little pillow?”

“Yes,” you whined, pushing into his hand before he stopped you.

“Then why didn’t you wait for me to come home, baby?” he dotted soft kisses on the backs of your thighs, lifting them from the pillow for more access to you. “I’ve missed this so much,” he said, getting dangerously close to your center, “I wouldn’t have said ‘no’. Especially not when you’re like this.”

“I tried,” you breathed, “But I couldn’t. I’ve been so fucking horny lately,” you giggled, a bit ashamed of it. “I can’t help it.”

“Trust me,” he chuckled, “I know why and that alone turns me on.”

A tremble went down your body the moment he pulled your panties aside. Your pussy hovering over the pillow, you had nothing to grind against except Junho's fingers. The tips lightly slid over the center, with his thumb occasionally pushing to your entrance. Walls clenching and unclenching, it tried grabbing the digit each time, but he kept himself just out of reach. His other hand continued groping your buttocks, sometimes smacking it like he used to. Your body leaned into his touch, craving more of him. It memorized the whirls of his fingers and the faint dampness of his breath on your skin. Every move and touch was put to memory. When his tongue, slippery and hot, replaced his fingers, you fell into a new wave of pleasure.

“Junho,” you whined his name, rocking your hips into his mouth.

“Stay still,” he said, flicking at your swollen clit. “I haven't tasted this in so long. I want to enjoy every drop.”

Holding you in place, you could only writhe and sigh as he lapped at your clit. The tender brushes soon turned into faster, harder licks and suckles that drove your knees and hands against the bed. You couldn't focus on anything else but him. Face buried in his pillow, you let yourself drown in your husband's touch and scent. His name passed your lips over and over, breathing it as if it were the only word you knew. You didn't realize how much you missed him until this moment. His coma coupled with his conspiracy about “games” consumed your husband. He went out every off day to search for an island that might not exist, leaving you at home. You tried sympathizing and understanding his need for answers, but it became harder the longer he was away. Having his tongue dipping past your entrance brought back the need for him.

“Don't le-leave…” you whispered as he kissed up your spine to your shoulders. The rough denim fabric on your naked skin sparked more arousal. “Please…”

“I'm not going anywhere, darling,” he chuckled, reaching your ear. Hands sliding up under your night shirt, he then said, “I'm always right here behind you. I'd never go anywhere.”

You placed both his hands on your breasts, urging him to cup and squeeze them as he grinded into you. “Just don't,” you breathed, “I don't want to lose you again.”

He paused, hands no longer massaging or lips kissing. The gentle grinding came to a slow pace, and you knew he'd caught on. Soon, you felt the tip of his nose get buried in the nape of your neck.

“You won't,” he muttered, his fingers sliding between yours so they locked together. “I promise. I won’t go anywhere.” His reassuring kisses dotted across your shoulder. He then grinded into you, his bulge poking your slick folds. “How can I leave when I have this waiting for me at home, hm?”

He felt you shudder against him, which caused him to do it a second time. He'd given up. He might never find the island or his brother. In-ho was alive, and if he chose not to come back, that was not his fault. Rolling your nipples between his fingers, he focused on your soft whining. Nothing stroked his pride more than knowing he had this effect on you. You were more important than any meaningless mission. He'd let you know that tonight.

“Let's take this off you.”

Your body always stunned him. He took in every curve and detail. This was his. You were his. Always. He liked to think the universe brought the two of you together at a time when you needed each other. He needed you now like then. The lust filling his eyes raked over your body as he felt up and down your sides. He stared down between your legs, hands going down your thighs as he parted them. Junho remembered his last thought before hitting the water that day: your smile. The sweet, cheerful smile you’d give whenever you saw each other; the kind that healed something inside him. He bent down to kiss you, pouring every ounce of love into it that he could.

Your cheeks burned being under his attention, suddenly feeling the shyness as he kissed from your lips to your neck. When he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes, you couldn't help admiring the lean body he worked hard to maintain. Your hands went up his strong arms to the muscled biceps you drooled over whenever exposed. His chest, broad and hard, puffed up when you slid over them and down his stomach. The bullet wound on his clavicle stood out dark against his skin, but you did not linger on it. Not right now. Your fingers memorized each muscle and patch of skin they touched as if they may never again. The looming fears that stayed in the back of your mind tried surfacing. But, Junho’s touches and kisses kept them away like they always did.

“What kind of man would leave a woman as beautiful as you, hm?” he asked playfully when he sensed this, dotting kisses across your chest.

“A persistent, stubborn one,” you laughed softly.

“Two qualities only a fool would have,” he answered.

“Yes, but he's my fool.”

You shared another kiss before he made a trail down your body. All playfulness disappeared immediately, however, when his mouth wrapped around the nub of your clit again. The soft sensation contorted your body: arching your back and lifting your knees to lock him in place. Gripping your thighs, he kept them on either side as he licked up the juices leaking from you. The obscene sucking and slurping added to your constant whimpers. Small releases of pleasure came out like steam, only to be smothered by the tightness of need. You swore he did it to keep teasing you. He could be ruthless when in the heat of the moment. He kept it slow and light at first before diving deeper. Nose brushing your clit, his tongue then easily slipped through your entrance. You tangled your hands in his soft dark hair, bringing him closer to feel more of him. As his tongue wriggled around inside you, the edge into an orgasm approached. You felt it starting in the very center before shooting to your clit, making it more sensitive as you shuddered around Junho’s tongue. Nails digging into the bed, you held him in place while grinding on his tongue. It inched closer and closer. Your climax reached the very cusp of pure satisfaction, and you couldn’t wait any longer.

Then he stopped. You wriggled around your frustration as he pulled away from you, only pecking light kisses on your thighs.

“Junho,” you whined, “Keep going. I didn't get to cum.”

“I know,” he answered, smirking at you.

Your juices shined on his mouth and chin as he came back up. You locked eyes with him as you wiped some from his chin and tasted it. The growing arousal brought you both to the next level and neither of you backed down. Kissing him deeply, he held you gently by the throat as his tongue brushed yours. The gentle restraint caused you to grind against him, the friction poking at your arousal again. Junho did not stop you, preferring to watch you struggling to get him inside you.

“Come on,” he said in your ear, kissing down your neck. “I thought you wanted my dick.”

“I do!” His hard body kept yours pinned to the bed, making shifting difficult. “Junho, please,” you said, your sex throbbing. “Put it in me. Please.”

“You're a big girl,” he said. “You can do it yourself.”

His spongy tip pushed to your clit, and the need to have it strengthened. “It's not fair,” you cried, spreading your legs further and angling your hips as much as they'd go. “It's right there.”

“I know, so what's the hold up?”

“You can be so mean!”

“You know I can always be worse,” he said, the threat laced into his soft breaths. “I can take it away completely.”

“You wouldn't.”

“Oh?”

He knelt away from you, all chances gone in a flash. When you shook in place, he chuckled. “So cute,” he smiled, rubbing your thighs.

“Don't tease…”

“But you look so cute when you're being teased,” he said, sliding his shaft between your lips and pushing right to the hole. “I missed making you this way…You missed being like this, didn't you?” He tapped the swollen sex a few times, moving in circles. “You missed being my pretty slut?”

“Yes,” you breathed, gyrating your hips only to end up with his tip inside. You started grinding until he went further, bringing relief and need at the same time. “That's why I was touching myself,” you said, “I couldn't stop thinking about being your slut again.”

“Oh god,” he breathed, body slumping when you spoke. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” you grinded into him until he pushed forward. “I missed you tearing off my panties and bending me over whenever you wanted.”

“Tearing off your panties, huh? You mean like this?” In a single rip, the plain cotton panties you'd worn to bed were ripped in two. He continued tearing until the hole was large enough for him to access you again.

A cry of his name forced him back into you. This time, he took hold of your hips and began thrusting. Having what you'd been wanting, you laid there and enjoyed every inch of him. It had been too long since you'd been this way with each other. You couldn't recall the last time he lifted your lower half off the bed, putting you into a sloped position and entering you in a different angle. The force of his pumps and the slapping of his balls to your ass joined your moans, and it was like listening to an old song.

“There's my girl,” he groaned when he'd pulled you into his lap. Wrapped around him, you easily bounced in his lap while he stayed sitting in the bed. “There's my pretty girl,” he grabbed both cheeks to help you along his length. “Keep going like that…Just-Just like that.”

His praise only fanned the flames. Both hands in his hair, you held onto him as you got closer to your orgasm. On top, you wouldn't stop until you reached it.

“Oh god, I'm going to cum,” you said, maintaining your speed despite your burning muscles. “Junho, I'm going to-”

“-Then go ahead,” he interrupted, “Do it for me.”

His thumb playing with your clit sent you over. Your entire body stiffened in his grasp; your nails dragged down his shoulders and chest as you lost yourself in the moment. His praises and sweet whispers hardly reached you at your peak. You thought of nothing but the pleasure pulsating in your core. Right as you started coming down, Juho laid you on your back again and moved to pull out before he stopped him.

“Do it inside me,” you said, hand on his chest. “Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

Propped up on his hands, Junho stayed hovering over you as he went faster. The last bits of your climax finished right as his own came. It didn't feel how you expected. His dick twitched and shuddered against your pulsing walls, and you felt a distinct warmth building there but not how you'd imagined. You watched his husband's strong body constrict and flex as it hit him hard; head falling forward, his grunts matched his pushes. He made sure every drop of his seed planted itself in you. You couldn't get over the lustful haze in his eyes, relief coming over them as he collapsed on you.

“Don't pull out yet,” you muttered on his shoulder. “Please?”

“If that's what my girl wants…” he pecked at your neck.

You rolled onto your sides, remaining connected together and kissing to keep him there longer. The afterglow came over you in a fog, finally settling into your muscles and turning you into jelly. You didn't want to move from his arms, wanting to bask in his warmth and touch for as long as you could. A part of you worried he'd be gone when you woke up, continuing his search for that island. You clung to him tighter, and you buried your face in the crevasse of his head and neck on the pillow.

“I'm not going anywhere,” he reassured you in a whisper.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Whatever his reasons, you'd talk about them later. For the moment, you preferred the steady breathing and the lull of sleep.

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A/N: can't do a Junho piece and NOT make it fluffy and angsty lol I hope you guys liked this one, and give it a reblog and a like <3

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gnohomotho · 5 months ago

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Can we have some husband!junho fluff?? Please i need himmmm 😭😭😭

Your wish is my command, Anon, I did my best but please forgive the cheesiness! ♥♥♥ (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Sun-Kissed Morning ☕

Pairing: husband!Jun-ho x f!reader Summary: Just fluff, endless fluff. ♥ Enjoying a morning of playful bliss with your husband, from kitchen to bedroom. Warnings: You might contract diabetes. Word count: 1.6k

The morning light gently teased your eyes. Instinctively, you rummage around the blankets to your side, trying to feel for warmth and reassurance. Finding none, your eyes flutter open. Your foggy brain registers sound from the kitchen and you breathe a sigh of relief. Not thinking any thoughts deeper than a puddle, you get up, still half asleep, and put on the first thing you find neatly folded across the chair. With a slight yawn you softly walk towards the kitchen, the smell of coffee and sweetness enveloping you as you do. You see your husband, who hasn’t noticed you, softly humming to himself, engrossed in cooking seemingly without a care for the world.

He's beautiful, you think, as you stand there, groggy, arms crossed. As beautiful as the day you met him, though there’s less stress and fervour lining his body and back. He’s relaxed, still humming. He seems…you close your eyes slowly and smile as you look at him again...happy. All of Jun-ho’s movements seem almost carefree, calculated, but no longer rigid. You almost can’t believe how…content he is. You are. You would love to stop this moment and seal it forever, this kitchen, this smell, his humming, his warmth. Your soft smile turns into a small grin as you walk up to him everso quietly and place your arms around his waist, leaning your cheek against his neck, your chest against his back. Saying no words, you gently sway with him.

“Y/N! You’re up…”

Jun-ho’s inflection rises in surprise and falls down in that softness you have grown to love so much. He turns around, still in your arms, brushing against your body entirely on purpose. One hand wriggling out of your embrace to turn off the stove, his other quickly finds your cheek and caresses your smile. He frees his other hand and pulls you into him by the small of your back, as if suddenly needing that reassurance himself – as if you could disappear any moment in the smell of cinnamon and sweetness. His hands are slowly traversing your lower back, gliding along your hips and back and back up again. The sunlight reaches his face and you see the fringed peacefulness that puts you at easy each and every morning. You can’t help but giggle and he immediately catches on your playfulness, spinning around with you and leaning you against the countertop.

“Up so early, my love?” He tries to purr in what would be the most seductive morning voice you’ve heard since yesterday, but he sounds so sweet in his effort that you start smiling into his shoulder as he rests between your legs. The sunlight caught your hair as you dipped for his shouldery sanctuary and Jun-ho is caught in the moment of bliss, snuggling into you and kissing your hair, letting himself relax and melt in affectionate bliss. He’s still cradling you softly by the hips, and you’re caressing his thigh with your calf – even now he holds you as if you could slip away at any moment, as if he’s cherishing and needing that reassurance that you won’t. You shift your hips towards him and embrace him fully – he doesn’t wait for the full cue and immediately sinks into you, hands squeezing your back and caressing your body as you feel his chest against yours. His heart, you smile, is beating into yours, his breath is gently pushing your body as he pushes it back to him.

“I love you so much.” He hums into you, momentarily pulling away to kiss your forehead, which he misses and kisses your nose, before burying himself back in your embrace. Though you barely hear the muffled murmur in your ear, you feel it quite viscerally through your chest – his large frame enveloping yours and softly, so softly, sending a rumble through your body. You pull away gently and slide a hand across his chest, tracing his neck and cupping his cheek, before kissing him on the forehead (without missing), on the nose (on purpose, and feel him chuckle), and finally, slowly, softly, as if you never wanted it to end – on the lips.

“I’m up, sweetheart, quite literally.” You look down at him with a cheeky grin as your legs still hug his waist and your chest is only inches from his – but a slight bit higher due to your newfound high ground.

“Oh?” That cheeky grin spreads until he’s fully smiling, “Having the high ground while wearing my shirt? Oh, we can’t have that.” With feigned abject resolute he pulls you closer in one swipe and lifts you up, firmly holding you to himself as if it was nothing to him. Slowly backing out of the kitchen he only turns for better manoeuvring purposes – and you have no choice but to fall into him for balance, unable to help but erupt in a giggle that you hide in the crane of his neck as you attempt your best playful discontented noises. You softly beat fake fists into his back while your legs and thighs cling to him and he’s still doing his best not to burst out laughing.

“No, that’s grand larceny, miss, Ma’am, a---” he catches his thought while narrowly avoiding the bedroom door with his frame, making very sure you don’t get hit all the while positioning you around himself. Jun-ho’s are hands still sliding and caressing your back when they’re not busy doing the holding, and he himself only moves away from your chest to speak. Jun-ho truly doesn’t want to be away from you and your warmth.

Spoken once again through the rumbling and murmur against your body than clear words, Jun-ho kisses your neck between each word and humms melodically:

“Property theft from a police officer, Ma’am, that’s no grounds for high ground.”

Between supressed giggles he finally gets you to his desired location, and with the last words murmured between kisses, Jun-ho softly half-lays, half-lets you fall into the velvety bed and before you can protest or call a lawyer, he firmly provides you with the right to remain silent with another long, tender kiss. Hands finally free to do as they please without fear of hurting you, they search and caress and slide all across your body through your – his – shirt.

“I’m going to need to confiscate that, Ma’am,” he pulls away and lifts his eyebrows, a supressed grin in the corner of his mouth fighting for its dear life. Jun-ho would almost be imposing hovering over you like that but to you, he’s anything but. You join forces with his grin in fighting the urge to start giggling, instead attempting to remain sullen and insolent. Your attempts at looking unbothered and cool are greatly hindered, however you do manage to play along – and make his efforts to remain stern all the harder.

“I will need something in return, officer…a kind of tit for tat, if you will.” You grin from ear to ear, caressing his form with your thigh, and try to replace the all-encompassing cheerful bliss with something more seductive, eyeing his shirt and belt. Jun-ho follows your gaze and as the realisation hits him, you almost see a lightbulb go off and his own grin loses the fight.

“Too bad I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

You let out a small yelp as he buries himself back into you and kisses your body through, then under your garments, trailing kisses down your cheeks, neck, collarbones, chest, all the while unbuttoning the shirt you almost got away with stealing. Every button unbuttoned is another kiss, the lower he goes, the more his back straightens and finally, he is straddling you and unbuttoning the very last button. Jun-ho looks up to check if you’re still alright with this and his gaze stops – utterly transfixed. It cannot seem to move away on its own accord. His fingers lightly hover and brush around your bellybutton where the last piece of buttoned cloth fell from, Jun-ho’s other hand resting on the side of your ribcage, still so very protective. You always wondered how his hands seemed so large against your body, how his frame and arms against yours seemed to say “I will protect you” while his face and its soft features, lighting up as they saw you, conveyed the entirety of “I see you, I know you, I love you.”

But now, Jun-ho was looking at you, his wife, softly smiling up at him, hair a shining yet beautiful mess on the pillow, hands gently resting where they fell, one along her head and one peacefully laying at her side, seemingly frozen in their forgotten feigned protest. His wife in a moment of bliss that would, only this time last year, have seemed a particularly cruel joke to him. The warmth enveloping your tender features and your content lines were enough to keep him enthralled and tranquil should the moment freeze in time – forever. His dark eyes find yours and you see nothing but tenderness and gratitude, that you mirror right back.

“I’m so glad, Jun-ho.” You whisper. “I’m so happy.”

He finally leans down to you, his hair softly tickling your face. Before Jun-ho gently touches your forehead with his own, you reach him with another kiss.

“I love you, Y/N.”

He seals it with one more kiss, you feel no words would be enough to convey your feelings for him and Jun-ho feels the same way – utterly lost for words but so glad and warm – and you both understand. So you try to say the most sensible thing in this, or indeed any given situation.

“I’m going to need your shirt, officer.”

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countyourfreckleslikestars · 5 months ago

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𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵..

Warnings: fluff, angst, cussing, squid game does exist but that ain’t the main focus here, friends to lovers? (Maybe a part two coming?…)

Is it clear I didn’t know what to put as the photos? 😭😭

Jun-Ho has always been reckless—too reckless. You knew that when you fell for him. But it’s different when you’re the one watching him bleed.

He stumbles into your apartment at nearly 2 AM, his jacket torn, knuckles split, and a deep gash running along his arm. He barely gets the door shut before you’re on him, eyes scanning every inch of him with a mix of panic and fury.

“What the hell happened?” you demand, already reaching for the first-aid kit.

Jun-Ho exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “It’s nothing.”

You let out a dry, humorless laugh. “Oh, yeah? You look like you got run over.”

“I didn’t.” He shrugs. “Just a bad night.”

A bad night. That’s what he calls showing up at your door looking like this. Like he didn’t just shake hands with death and somehow slip away again.

You drop down in front of him on the couch, yanking his arm toward you with more force than necessary. He barely reacts.

“Stay still,” you mutter, pressing a damp cloth against the wound.

He hisses at the sting, but you ignore it.

“You’re mad,” he says after a moment.

“No shit, I’m mad.” Your hands shake as you press gauze to his skin. “One day, you’re not gonna walk through that door at all.”

He goes quiet.

And that silence? It terrifies you more than anything. Because it means he knows you’re right.

The room feels smaller. The dim glow of the lamp casts long shadows, the only sound between you the soft scrape of gauze and his uneven breaths. When you glance up, Jun-Ho’s eyes are already on you. Always on you.

“I always come back,” he murmurs.

You swallow hard. “That’s not the point.”

His fingers ghost over your wrist, hesitant at first, then firmer, grounding. His grip is warm, steady despite the bruises on his knuckles. “Then tell me what is.”

You don’t answer.

Because you know what he’s asking. What he’s really asking. And if you say it out loud, if you admit what he means to you, then you won’t be able to let go.

“I—” The words catch in your throat.

Then Jun-Ho does something dangerous.

He leans in.

Not enough to kiss you—just enough that his breath brushes your lips, enough that you feel the heat radiating off him.

Your heart slams against your ribs.

“Tell me to leave,” he murmurs. “And I will.”

You should.

You should tell him to leave, should push him away, should protect yourself before he becomes another ghost haunting you.

But when his hand slides up to cup your jaw, when his thumb brushes over your cheek, when his lips hover just close enough to steal your breath—

You don’t.

Instead, your fingers tighten around his wrist, keeping him there.

His throat bobs. His breathing is uneven now, like you’re the one unraveling him.

“You make this hard,” you whisper.

Jun-Ho exhales a quiet, shaky laugh. “And yet, you never let me go.”

It’s not a question. It’s the truth.

And when his lips finally brush against yours, it’s slow, careful—like he’s waiting for you to pull away. But you don’t. You can’t. Because even if this is reckless, even if this hurts, Jun-Ho is here. Alive.

And right now, that’s all that matters.

A/n: Hi my lil monsters! How we likey? First Jun-Ho fic so I’m excited!! Might make a part two if yall want it 😼

Love ya, Twilight

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canonically47 · 5 months ago

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all it took was one tweet

and trust me, i heard them out alright...

READ HERE !! :3

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nickmikeoneshot · 6 months ago

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In-Ho, why...

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inotaku-talkz · 30 days ago

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SEALS AND SOULS

A Kang Dae-ho x Hwang Jun-ho x Fem!reader smut

Summary: Dae-ho needs to get away from his crazy ex-girlfriend’s place for a few days. She came to his job and got him fired so he could spend more time with her, she grew jealous and overbearing when his sisters came over to hang out with him. He just need some time to relax without her breathing down his neck! Good thing that his best friend, Hwang Jun-ho and his wife are more than willing to lend a hand.

warnings: cucking, oral (m! receiving), fingering, b-b-b-backshots!, mating presses, hair pulling, full Nelson position, Jun-ho records everything (fucking freak—), very light face slapping, spanking, handjobs, degradation/praise, female orgasm denial, mentally abusive partners (just Dae-ho’s ex), mentioned past stalking, possessive behavior

WC: 1.8k

This fic is inspired by @meadowfics

taglist: @countyourfreckleslikestars

Dae-ho sat in witness protection, a small bag in hand. He needed to get away. His girlfriend, now ex-girlfriend had done everything to ensure Dae-ho completely depended on her.

She got him fired from his job, threatened his sisters on multiple occasions, and even locked him in the house after changing the locks.

He was sick of it. He put in a report with the police. His best friend, Jun-ho was making sure to personally handle his case.

“Where will you stay?” Jun-ho flips through the case portfolio. Screenshots, records, and photos are all accounted for.

“Can’t stay with my sisters, she’ll definitely look there.” Dae-ho ran a hand across his face, he seemed tense and stressed. Shoulders square and jaw clenched.

“I have a guest bedroom, you can stay with me and my wife.” Jun-ho patted Dae-ho’s back. Dae-ho’s eyes shot up.

“Oh no, I can’t intrude. I’ll just stay at a hotel.” Dae-ho had a tight smile.

“Nonsense, I wouldn’t be a good best friend if I let do that. Plus, my wife would be furious too.”

Dae-ho finally had a genuine smile on his face. “Alright, only because I can never deny a plate of her cooking.”

“I’m home.” Jun-ho calls out to you as Dae-ho and himself enter the house. You come sprinting out from the kitchen.

“Jun-ho, you’re home!” You embrace him and kiss his cheek. Eyes drifting to Dae-ho as you register his presence.

“Dae!” You threw your arms around his neck, embracing your guest. He chuckled, and one arm secured you around your waist.

Jun-ho watched the interaction with a smile on his face, but a twist of strange desire broiled in his stomach. Watching Dae-ho embrace you, his wife was entirely innocent but his thoughts were quite the opposite.

You and Dae-ho pull back from each other. Smiling still beaming as your hands remain on his shoulders.

“My, what brings you here?” You ask, fixing your pajama shorts.

Jun-ho wraps his arm around your shoulders. “That’s something to be discussed over dinner.”

Dinner. You suddenly remember that you were making dinner.

“Shit!” Darting back to the kitchen. Your actions cause the men to laugh. Jun-ho elbows Dae-ho and guides him to the dinner table.

Shortly after a few minutes, you brought out three plates of food and a beer for Jun-ho.

“Dae-ho, what would you like to drink? A beer, or maybe some tea?”

“A beer, please.” He smiles as you nod.

When you return with another beer and a glass of water, everyone digs in. Dae-ho takes one bit and dramatically sighs, hand over his heart.

“Haven’t had a good meal like this in forever.” Dae-ho moans in delight. You giggle at his overdramatized display of delight.

The three of you enjoy a nice, home-cooked meal, light conversation filling the house packed with good laughs and heartfelt jokes.

You finally ask the big question, the one Jun-ho told you to wait to mention.

“So, um Dae-ho.” You clear your throat as Jun-ho cleans up after everyone. “Will you be staying a few days?”

He clears his throat back. “Just until the police arrest my ex.”

“Jun-ho told me a little bit, from what I heard she’s a demon sent from hell.” Your comment makes him chuckle.

“A demon? More like an overlord.” That got a booming laugh out of Jun-ho.

“[Name’s] the same way when I forgot her morning latte.”

You gasp in astonishment and Dae-ho bursts out into a fit of laughter.

You three sat on the couch, watching a show about an overdramatized polyamorous relationship. You couldn’t help and notice that the two male love interests looked eerily similar to Jun-ho and Dae-ho.

Dae-ho stood up and stretched, bones cracking and muscles contracting through his compression tee. You pressed your thighs together as Dae-ho made his way to the bathroom.

You glance over at Jun-ho, who’s looking back at you adjusting his crotch.

One nod, that one nod, and you already knew what to do.

A few minutes later, Dae-ho returns from the bathroom. He rolls his shoulders as he sits back down. You take the opportunity to trace the firm muscles of his back with your delicate hands.

Dae-ho jumps at the feeling. “It’s fine, you’re tense just relax.” You giggle.

You work your fingers into the many knots in his shoulders and his head lopes back with a groan. You get him distracted before Jun-ho takes over.

You take the opportunity to slide off the couch and sit on your knees, between Dae-ho’s man-spreading legs.

Your fingers tingle with the need to reach for Dae-ho’s zipper. He’s still lost in the feeling of disappearing stress being lifted from his shoulders to register the slow unzipping.

Gentle hands fish out his cock, holy fuck he’s huge.

You lay his cock against your face, it’s hot and heavy. His cock twitches slightly, you press open-mouth kisses on a prominent vein on his dick.

Dae-ho locks in on the sight of you, he tries to remove you from him until Jun-ho grabs his wrist.

“Let her.”

You take Dae-ho into your mouth, whining at the stretch. Jun-ho wrapped his arm around Dae-ho’s shoulders, guiding one of his hands to the back of your head.

“Go on, she’ll take everything you give her.”

Dae-ho moans as you flick your tongue over his tip. Jun-ho pulls out his phone, the flash indicating he’s recording.

Tipping his head back, Dae-ho thrusts his hips up into your mouth. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you start gagging on his cock.

You start throbbing uncomfortably. Jun-ho noticed your twitching hands, he pats your bobbing head.

“Wanting to touch yourself while your husband records you sucking off his best friend? Such a nasty little wife.”

You moan at his words and in turn, cause Dae-ho to whimper and thrust faster into your channel.

Jun-ho keeps you and Dae-ho in the frame as he slides next to you. Fingers tracing over your soaking mound, your yelps absorbed on Dae-ho’s cock. Dae-ho finally cracks, releasing down your throat.

“Swallow.” You’re tipping your head back, taking all of Dae-ho’s cum at your husband’s command.

“Oh my god.” Dae-ho’s covering the lower half of his head with his left hand.

Jun-ho lifts you to your feet and down into Dae-ho’s lap. You rub your sticky, wet cunt still clad with your panties and shorts against him.

He hugged your back against his chest. Your legs dangle off the tops of his arms.

Jun-ho, still recording, kneels on the couch beside you. Angry red cock pointing right at you.

You wrap a small, gentle hand around the base, jerking him while flicking the tip with your tongue.

You prod your insides to accommodate for Dae-ho’s length. Three fingers darting in and out of yourself causing your arousal to flood down your inner thighs.

Jun-ho releases his tip from your pretty lips. Hand caressing your cheek before patting it with a bit of force.

“Do you want his dick inside of you?”

“Wan’ it—need it!”

“Slutty little wife.” were the last words you heard before Dae-ho connects his hands behind your head.

This action causing your legs to spread apart further. Dae-ho’s whimpers as his cock pulses against your heat.

He lifts you up slightly before making you take the full of his girth. You moan and squirm, yelping when Jun-ho spanks your clit.

“Don’t move, be good and take him.”

Dae-ho is gentle when he’s moving inside you, reaching deep and filling you completely.

His hot breath against your neck, as he forces your head to watch as he fucks you.

Jun-ho jerks himself. Watching this, seeing his beautiful wife take his best friend’s cock was always a deep desire of his.

Dae-ho moans at the feeling of your warm insides clench around him. “So good, Dae-ho more—!”

Dae-ho stands up and plants a foot into the couch, thrusting upwards into your tight heat. His hips meeting your backside every time. You scream in delight, as he fucks you.

You lock your daze with the camera and Jun-ho, watching as your husband jerks himself off to you and Dae-ho.

“Tell me, wife. Does his cock feel good?”

“So good—ah! His cock feels amazing!”

Dae-ho groans in your ear. “Fuck, Jun-ho! Your—ngh! Wife’s pussy is so f-fucking tight-gah!”

“Gonna—gonna cummm—!” You throw your head

“Dae-ho, stop.” Dae-ho comes to a hard stop, pulling out and cumming long strings that land on the couch.

“Jun-ho! Why did you make him stop?!” You swat at the phone.

He lightly backhands your face, sticking his thumb into your mouth.

“Pick the next position.” He nods at Dae-ho.

The camera captures your face as Dae-ho fucks you from behind with a hand tangled in your hair. He lifts and shoves your head up and down on Jun-ho’s dick.

Crossed eyes as he plunges you into your husband’s pubes.

Jun-ho groans, pressing your back into an arch.

Dae-ho leans over your body, breathing down Jun-ho’s chest.

“You gonna cum again, Dae?” He pants against the other man's forehead. Dae-ho lifts your head and allows you to take desperate breaths of air.

“It’s her pussy. It’s so fucking tight and warm.”

“Cum inside of her then.”

Dae-ho’s thrusts come to a complete stop. You whine loudly, weakly slapping his waist.

“I-inside…?”

“You wouldn’t mind, right baby?” Jun-ho lifts your head by your chin.

“Cum…want cum inside—please!”

Jun-ho kissed you tenderly. “If you want his cum, get into position.”

You whimper, turning around and lying against Jun-ho's chest, spreading your legs for Dae-ho.

“Go on, ask him nicely.” Jun-ho tweaks your left nipple.

“Please, Dae-ho! I want your cum inside of me!” You add a whimper to the end of your plea, hoping he’ll just bend your legs to your shoulders and fuck your brains out.

And he did just that.

Dae-ho held your legs to either side of your head and thrust deep into you with a resounding, rough clap of sweaty skin.

Each thrust was punctual. His movements were fueled with every intent to make you come.

Jun-ho pinched your clit and rolled it in tight circles.

You choke on your moan as you claw at your husband’s arms. Head dizzy and slipping, only to be pulled back in when Jun-ho squishes your cheeks together.

Dae-ho picks up his thrusts.

“You want my cum, huh?”

“Yesh—!”

Dae-ho palms a breast, pinching and pulling.

“Fuck—! Dae, please! Let me cum—!”

Dae-ho meets Jun-ho’s eyes, and your husband nods.

“Go on, cum.” You finally released at Dae-ho’s command.

You let out a wail, it pierces through Dae-ho’s and Jun-ho’s nerves, prompting both men to reach their peaks.

Dae-ho’s thick, warm seed splattered all around your insides. Thank god for birth control.

Your head is clouded and your vision is blurred when Jun-ho sets you to rest against Dae-ho’s chest.

Dae-ho pats your head, planting a soft kiss on it while Jun-ho starts the aftercare process.

“F-feeling better, Dae?” You whisper softly to him.

“So much better…” His forehead presses against yours.

Jun-ho kisses your hairline, wiping the sweat off your body.

“You did such a good job, my wife. Right, Dae-ho?”

“An amazing job.”

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arttsuka · 5 months ago

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In-ho the front man and his brother

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amorchai · 3 months ago

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more hwang junho fics please. i love that man so much lol.

anyways I had an idea like a junho x reader like pre!relationship where the reader is in squid games to help her parents surgery or something. and junho sees her there.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

pairing(s): hwang junho x female!reader

words: 1015 – whoops!

warnings/tags: s1 junho, pre!relationship, r is in squid games, financial problems.

from the moment jun ho stepped into the guards suit and wore the dark mask, he was only focused on finding his brother with a slight edge of nerves, desperation, and loneliness.

he missed the first game, so he follows the crowd of guards onto the yard where all the players stood in line behind a shape awaiting on the second game closer to the jackpot of money. beneath the mask, jun ho’s eyes gaze over the crowd while tins containing dalgona are handed out to each person wearing green tracksuits.

he can see the older gentlemen which indirectly helped him get here upon him reporting it to jun ho’s station, he was holding the same card he found in his brother’s apartment. the gentleman takes a tin from the guard standing beyond the umbrella symbol before the next person joins.

when they turn, his heart stops. it’s you. also from the same station. he remembers walking towards the front of the station office, backpack loosely on his shoulder and tired eyes ready to retreat home. you were crying at the front, begging for the officers to find the person who injured your younger brother.

jun ho had lingered, listening in as you plead, saying there’s no money available for his surgery and that the attackers should be caught. the officers weren’t as sympathetic as jun ho would had liked and when he approached you were only crying harder than before.

with his arm appropriately around your shoulder he turns you around to guide you out the building and hopefully calm you down. he had assured you on the case, sat by you on the stairs while you tried to stop crying and brushed you off when you thanked him.

he would be lying if he said he didn’t think about you at least once a day since then, an underlying instinctive need to protect you being forced aside as he thought, you’re a stranger, why does he care this much?

but now you were here, rock bottom in the last resort to make money for your brother’s surgery and jun ho can’t help but keep his disguise up while watching you trail towards the line leading to the umbrella.

he was sure on the game, shapes with a small tin – he even saw them bulk baking dalgona in the kitchens the previous night so he glances at all four shapes before realising that you were very clearly steering towards the worst shape.

junho glances around, the guards all preoccupied by either handing out the tins in each line or observing the contestants, so with treading footsteps, his grip on his gun tightens as he walks towards the table displaying the tins containing the triangle dalgona and picks one from the edge and slips it effortlessly into his pocket.

it was risky, there were cameras everywhere but while junho’s heart pounded to his chest he still found himself walking towards the guard handing out the umbrella dalgona, you were next in line.

twisting his gun, junho knocks himself into the guard right as they extend their hand holding the tin towards your awaiting palm. the guard trips, the tin falling to the floor and junho is quick to bend down, grab the tin and swaps it with the one in his pocket.

the guard is regaining footing by the time junho is handing you the dalgona and you glance between both guards. by the time you take it, his expression remains unreadable beneath the mask—but his shoulders relax ever so slightly when you walk away, unaware of the fate you just avoided.

while the intercom announces the second game, a guard with his mask adorning a square walks towards the pair. “what are you doing?” they ask but before junho can reply with his excuse the same guard speaks harshly, “you’re not assigned to distribution, go observe the players. don’t let me catch you make a mistake like that again.”

junho nods before stepping away, glancing back as the higher-ranking guard says something to the guard he toppled over. he tries to not make it too obvious he’s rooting for your pass, standing a couple of players away and watching as your terror-filled eyes fall in confusion when your expected umbrella shape is in fact, a triangle.

your shaking fingers land on the small needle encased within the tin and you fearfully look up, eyes landing on junho’s frame. he wished he could somehow show he wasn’t a threat but you so clearly had no idea the policeman who consoled you that day upon the steps was behind the mask.

you take a few moments to start, deep breaths to try and calm your overbearing anxiety before a shaky hand begins to prod the sugar cookie gently and hesitantly. junho pretends to pace around, really circling around your area to keep a firm eye on you.

every-time a gunshot is heard your body jumps like most in the room, but his eyes are steadily following your every move until he is standing directly in front of you. you freeze upon the presence, glancing up briefly before turning back to the dalgona, you’re on the last side.

his heart bleeds at the sight, your tears are falling down your cheeks and junho thinks of how the system failed you into having to turn here to earn money to save your brother. clearly no other options available.

inho. he was here for his brother, not for helping someone win the games. but when he watches your expression change to relief as the final crack indicates your finish and your trembling fingers gently lift the perfect triangle-shaped dalgona and raise it to junho’s gaze.

he nods, the intercom announcing, “player 222, passed.” junho watches as you scramble to your feet to rush out the door leading back to the main room, a sense of pride filling his chest from you surpassing another round.

and while he is here for his brother, junho believes he can focus on that while ensuring you stay alive as long as possible.

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damn-stark · 5 months ago

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Junho and reader break in the squid game island? Both are cops or something plsss😭❤️

Chapter 1 Together, we can take it to the end of the line

Chapter 1 of Sinnerwoman

Hwang Jun-ho x fem!reader

A/N- I hope you all like it :)

Warning- ANGST!! FLUFF!! Weapons, blood, and talks of death! Spoilers for the show!

Pairing- Hwang Jun-ho x fem!reader

Episode- 1x05 - 1x08

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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Day 1:

You- Jun-ho, where are you?

No response to the text you sent and two phone calls were declined.

Day 2:

You- Are you okay? Let me know or tell me if you don’t want to talk…

Yet again, no response to the morning text. When you get to work you expect him to be there, but he doesn’t come. Not for lunch and not toward the end of the shift.

“Detective!” Someone tries to catch your attention and you have half the mind to pretend you don’t hear and leave for the day since you assume what’s coming, but it would be disrespectful and would only worsen the matter.

“Chief,” you redirect nonchalantly and turn on your heels to see him walk up to you and search around you before his gaze finds yours.

“Where’s Hwang?” He asks the dreaded question, making you stiffen and internally groan before you respond dryly.

“I don’t know, Sir.”

The man’s eyebrows immediately furrow before he quips. “What do you mean you don’t know? He’s your boyfriend, you’re supposed to know.”

You fist your hands and shrug stiffly before you retort in the same nonchalance. “Well, I don’t know. Sorry.”

The captain looks at you up and down with a hint of judgment and amusement and you can imagine—no you know he must think Jun-ho must be doing something malicious behind your back and you’re oblivious, but he doesn’t know Jun-ho like you do, he wouldn’t cheat on you…right?

He wouldn’t keep secrets, would he?

Then again do you even have the right to be upset even if he does have secrets considering the ones you keep from him?

The answer to that is an immediate no, but finding out he's seeing someone else behind your back is different, and…he…wouldn’t do that, would he?

You return home and text him again.

You- At least let me know if you’re not going to work.

Jun-ho is usually a quick texter, he never leaves you on received for too long when he’s out of work, and if he is busy doing something else he lets you know, but this time he hasn’t. He doesn’t call nor does he pick up when you try to call him once before bed, so rather than falling asleep and hoping to get an answer from him in the morning, you’re left on your bed staring at the ceiling and overthinking.

Every thought is worse than the other and with every bad thought you crack more and more until you can’t take it a moment longer and finally break. You do the one thing you said you wouldn’t do and…check his location. That’s when you find out that he’s not even close to the city or abroad just like you imagined, he’s on an Island…

Shit.

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*THE NEXT DAY*

The Island was much harder to navigate to than you thought, but finally, after sailing for far longer than you’re comfortable with on nothing but the endless sea and its creepy deep, and dark waters, you make it to the Island. However, instead of driving right through the entrance and boldly announcing your presence, you sail to a more obscure part of the Island.

Did you count on having so many rocks surrounding the Island? No, but you do find an opening that seems to fit your boat.

Yet rather than sailing right through, you stop the motor right by the opening and intend to dive in the water to swim through the opening to avoid having someone hear your boat, but when you walk to the edge of the boat and look at the water, you remember how deep and vast it is.

There’s a possibility that you could just sink, and if you sink, you drown and die. The sea is so vast. It’s so terrifying. How are people not scared of it? You were so focused on getting to the Island that you were able to not think about your fear of the sea, but now you’re stopped in place, looking through the surface, seeing the dark depths of the open water, and feel like starting the motor and sailing all the way back to the mainland where you’ll be safe, but…Jun-ho is here and he doesn’t answer your texts or your calls. If he’s not dead yet, he might need your help, so you draw out a few deep breaths and take a moment to convince yourself to push your fear aside before you dive into the water.

When you’re in the water you start to breathe heavily and feel your heart race, but you shove that fear to the depths of your mind for now and start swimming so the worst doesn’t happen. However, the opening leads to a long corridor dimly lit by lamps on the walls, so the shadows turn to menacing threats that threaten to trap you and drag you down the depths of the sea.

That is until you finally find firm ground on a dock occupied by other small boats. “Finally,” you say between pants as you climb on a far corner of the dock, and then sit on your knees to drop your head in your hands and catch your breath so you can calm your racing heart and be wary of what you have to do in this place. You’d be no use to yourself or Jun-ho if you’re still shaken up by the dark waters.

After you manage to collect yourself, you only prioritize one goal. You don’t think about the fact that you’ll have to retrace your steps over the water and sail back to the mainland. You make Jun-ho your priority and become intensely determined.

However, if only finding Jun-ho could be as simple as walking through a door and finding him. You have your phone and you could still track his phone, but when you take your phone out of the plastic bag you kept it safe in, you fail to get service which results in you not being able to track Jun-ho anymore. And it’s not like you have wi-fi either so you’re left with no choice but to be careful and search this vast place as if with your eyes closed.

Thankfully, you don’t run into anyone when you exit the docks, you’re just greeted by yet another long hall lit by more lamps strung up on the stone walls. Spread down the hall there’s different turns that lead elsewhere, potential places that could lead to Jun-ho. Which one do you take?

Shit. Shit. Shit…

You look at all your options and debate for a while. When you make a strategic choice you take a step forward, but, at that moment, the sound of a gunshot echoes, and you know it would be a crazy risk checking if it’s who you’re looking for, but if you don’t risk it and check, then you could possibly lose the chance of finding him and you’d be left searching and searching for someone who might not be on the Island on anymore, besides, you’ll just take a quick peek. That won’t hurt…hopefully…then again even if it did hurt, it would be worth it for him. Thus, you quickly navigate through the labyrinth that is this cave until you reach a door you assume leads to where the gunshot came from.

After you make sure no one else is approaching, you then make sure not to be loud when you open the door, nor do you throw it open. You open the door just wide enough so you can peek out through a gap with one eye.

Alas, you’re met with a grey stone wall, so you push the door open just wide enough so you sneak through. When you make it to the end of the wall, you press yourself against the stone and peek out, that’s when you find him, the man you’re looking for in a pink jumpsuit, standing over a gap of illuminated water. No one else seems to be around him, so you slowly walk out.

Jun-ho doesn’t notice you right away so you call out to him. “Jun-ho.”

Said man spins around swiftly and the first thing he does is point the gun at you.

You don’t move in response or say anything. You stay where you are and let him see you. You let him figure out on his own that yes, it is you. You’re intertwined in the shadows of the cave. You’re not a trick his mind played on him, it’s you in the flesh looking at him like he’s salvation itself.

“Jun-ho,” you muse and he responds by muttering your name before he takes a few steps forward and stops.

You stay under the shadows of the room and study him carefully to make sure he’s unharmed, to reassure yourself that he’s there, before your very eyes, and breathing.

He's alive, and you’re relieved, but how long will he remain yours if you stay here?

Thus you bring an end to the moment and stride over to him to grab his wrist right away. “Come on, we have to go. I saw armed pink people guarding an entrance. We have to leave before we’re caught.”

He remains silent, but he doesn’t budge, he lets his wrist slip from your grasp, making you turn swiftly to look at him with panic. “Jun-ho, we have to leave.”

Said man blinks as he gathers his thoughts before he finally interjects with something other than your name. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

You walk back to him. “My phone,” you breathe out and hold his gaze, noticing how intensely he studies you with concern and confusion—“I tracked your phone here after you disappeared. I thought you were,” you pause and drop your head to let out a deep breath before you share the worries that plagued your mind when he was gone. “…With someone else so I checked your location.”

He scoffs and you look back at him.

“That’s when I saw you were here and—”

“And you came to catch me?” He continues for you with amusement breaking through his conflict and playing on his lips. “That’s…very much like you. I wouldn’t have gotten away with it even if I did try.”

You scoff now and he drops his head to let out a chuckle before he faces you with a serious face. “But I wouldn’t have done it. You know that.”

You avert your gaze out of shame and shrug. “Well I was being ignored so I thought the worst, but now aren’t you glad I’m here? Whatever this place is?” You quip and glance at the body floating in bloody water before meeting his dark eyes and returning to your panicked state.“Now we have to leave. I have a boat just outside. We have to swim to it, but we’ll make it.”

You grab his hand, but once again he refuses to move.

“No. I can’t. I have to find my brother and this place has the answers,” he explains, making you look at him with disbelief.

“Your brother?” You probe, making him nod.

“That’s not all, this place is manipulating people by dangling money in front of their faces only to kill them in different games.”

Your lips part and you gasp in horror at his revelation.

“I have to get evidence to stop it as well as find my brother…or…at least what may have happened to him because…I think he’s here or…he was. I’m not sure but I have to know.”

You shake your head. You know that he loves his brother and misses him dearly. He’s been searching for him and any answers as to what led him to disappear, but you can’t put your lives at risk for an answer. Not when you have a way out without getting killed.

“I’m sorry Jun-ho, but now that you told me what you know, we can’t put our lives at more risk!” You argue with panic. “We have to go.”

“And throw away the chance at finding my brother?” He snaps, making you blink repeatedly in disbelief before you counter with little patience.

“And didn’t you hear me? I saw armed guards. How long until they find us?! We have an opening and we have to take it.”

He steps back and shakes his head. “No, go if you want now that you know I’m okay, or stay and help me now that you’re here, but I’m not leaving. Not without answers.”

You challenge his gaze and nod stiffly in comprehension. “Is that how it’s going to be? After I risked my life coming after you?” You remark and he lifts his chin slightly in defense.

“I already told you what this all means to me. As grateful as I am that you came even if it was for your own jealous reasons, I won’t throw away my chances at finding answers.”

You let out a deep sigh and turn away to compose yourself before you lose all your patience.

“I know how hard this must have been with your fear of the sea,” he adds in a softer tone. “But you know what my brother means to me. And these people…it’s horrible. Everything about this place is horrible. I can’t leave without evidence to use to bring it down.”

You swallow thickly and then clench your jaw as you let out a deep breath through your nose.

“We might not have this chance to leave again,” you point out.

Jun-ho walks around you to face you with concern. “Don't stay if you don’t want to, go while you have the chance.”

You slowly meet his gaze with a look that softens the moment you meet his eyes. “And leave you all alone to get all the credit?” You murmur, making him scoff with a faint grin tugging on the corner of his lips.

“Plus I’m deep in it now. Whose going watch your back if not me?” You tease, making him finally laugh breathlessly before he looks into your eyes and drops his grin to step closer and cup your cheek with a smile filled with admiration.

“Thank you for coming after me even if you didn’t know what you were going to face,” he says softly.

You cup his hand and take your turn to look at him with awe that's also mixed with worry.

“Come, just above those ladders is a room that can give me the answers I’m looking for,” he shares and then steps away to point at the ladders at the far end of the room with his eyes.

Now you do hesitate while he leads the way, but you also can’t leave without him so you follow him to the ladders and climb them all the way to the top until you reach a hatch blocking your path.

“Do you have something to pick the lock?” He asks as he peers back at you.

“No,” you immediately let him down. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay,” he says and then reaches into his pocket to pull out a revolver—“it’s going to be loud. Be ready.”

You hum and watch him shoot the hatch to pop open the lock.

“What is it?” You ask since you can’t see what Jun-ho can as he slowly opens the hatch door.

“The hatch opens to a cabinet. We’re inside the leader's room. I don’t think anyone’s here,” he shares, but even if there was someone the gunshot would have been a dead give away and you would have been caught, so luckily there isn’t anyone nearby.

“Let me check first and then you can climb up,” he lets you know over his shoulder before he climbs up one step to push open the cabinet doors and then climb into the room.

Once he's inside he does as he says and checks the room first, when he knows the ghost is clear, you hear his footsteps return before he pops over, letting you see him again. “Come on.” He waves you over, letting you climb up the rest of the ladder to get into the bland and depressing room yourself.

“Did you bring a gun?” Jun-ho asks and you look at him like he’s told you a joke before you remark.

“What do you think? No. I thought you were here hooking up with someone else, why would I bring a gun?”

He huffs. “I was just asking. Stick behind me then. Don’t wander off.”

You roll your eyes. “Wouldn’t dare to.”

He points his head to a door that looks exactly the same as the other doors in the depressing room, only, this door leads to a small room with a desk and a simple full-size bed. Thankfully, you don’t run into anyone, but the moment that you do walk in the room a siren begins to wail which could mean a variety of things, but you fear it might be about you and Jun-ho.

“We need to hurry,” you warn him, but he doesn’t stop being careless to hurry. He checks every corner with his gun, when he’s assured that the room is clear he opens a different door and immediately points his gun at the hall just like you were trained to. When a threat doesn’t pop out to become an inconvenience, he walks inside and you follow after him into the dark and menacing hall that leads to yet another dark room. Yet this one, unlike the others, isn't dimly lit, it’s covered in darkness and stays that way until Jun-ho’s small flashlight illuminates what he's looking at.

“What exactly are you looking for?” You ask just above a whisper just in case anyone is nearby to hear you.

“Just anything that can lead to my brother, In-ho,” he says over his shoulder and then watches every step you take as you make your way to his side now.

“Did you bring your phone?” He asks as he comes to a stop and turns to point the flashlight on you.

“Yeah,” you grumble and shield your eyes before you look down to pull your phone out and use your flashlight. “That’s the only thing I can use down here though. I have no service,” you complain and lift your eyes, making him lower the flashlight from your eyes.

“Me neither, but we don't have to worry about that until later. For now, let’s hurry and look for an answer.”

You nod in comprehension and intend to walk down the room to begin searching the shelves at the end of the room and let him cover the entrance, but he lingers where he is to look at you with emotions you can’t identify. “What?” You probe with concern.

He blinks out of his stupor and lets out a deep breath before he mutters, “be careful.”

You snicker. “I’ll yell if I need help.”

The corner of his lips twitch up before he holds your gaze for a second longer and then lets you both break away to cover different parts of the room.

“There’s so many records,” you point out as you run your flashlight over multiple different book spines that are mostly all pretty thick.

“Let’s find…this year's first,” he says in response. “And then switch from there.”

You keep running your light over the books as you walk across the shelf until you spot a binder that’s labeled with this year. “Jun-ho,” you call out and pull out the thick binder.

Your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate for a second before he strides to where you are and looks at what you found.

“It’s a binder for this year,” you share before you crouch to put the binder down. Jun-ho mirrors you, letting you open the binder and come across a profile of a player they call 001, but since that’s not his brother he finds no interest in it so you flip from page to page, making sure to look at every name printed by each picture in the corner.

“Who are these people?” You ask and steal a glance at him with a narrowed gaze that holds the hints of a darkness within—“They have the people’s medical records,” you add, noting his impatience and worry and feeling your heart ache at that.

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head.

You let the page go and look back, pointing your flashlight at the shelves behind you containing more stuff that could be useful. “I’ll check over here, you keep flipping through this.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just nods, letting you slip away to rummage through different shelves in hopes of finding something useful, but it’s all pointless. That is until a black box with a pink bow catches your eye.

It could be another pointless search, or it can hold an answer or a hint, so you pull the shelf out to grab the box and open it, finding a list of names next to different years.

Yet for the first few rows, all the names mean nothing until you reach the year 2015 and catch the name of Jun-ho’s brother, Hwang In-ho.

“Jun-ho!” You whisper shout and turn hastily to fall on your knees beside him and quickly hand him the list. When he sees what you point out his eyes widen and he then snaps his head up before he sloppily shoves himself to his feet and runs over to a shelf down the room.

You carefully follow him and catch him holding a binder of the year that his brother's name was listed next to. This time though he’s not so slow when he’s flipping through the pages, he takes a lot of pages to reach the number his brother was and there, as marked, is his brother's profile.

“In-ho,” he whispers and you study the page before you drift your eyes to watch Jun-ho instead.

“At least we know he won this…place,” you try to bring him some comfort. “We can leave now.”

Jun-ho looks through the gaps left between the shelf and the books and deadpans, “no,” before he leaves you there in that aisle and returns to where he left the list of names.

“What do you mean no?” You remark and peek out of the aisle, catching him pull out his phone. “You have your answers and we can probably still leave without getting caught.”

Jun-ho’s phone clicks and as you approach him from behind you see him take a picture of the list of players and then his brother's profile, but he doesn’t stop there, he darts around the room and grabs different folders and a couple of cassettes.

“What are you doing?” You query as you remain towering over him, basking his crouched figure in your shadow as he takes more pictures.

“We need more evidence,” he mutters as if it isn’t obvious. “I don’t have enough. After we get more we can leave.”

You scoff and turn your head away out of frustration, contemplating just forcing him out of here. It’d be a struggle but it would be worth it to get him out of here alive.

You also contemplate other choices, but ultimately you go along with what he wants because leaving him behind is not an option.

“Fine, but—” before you can finish talking suddenly a phone rings, cutting you off and making you freeze in place. Jun-ho on the other hand abandons what he was doing and slowly sneaks out of the room, leaving you no other choice but to follow him back to the main room and toward the land phone.

You know he wouldn’t be stupid enough to answer it, but it seems like he debates whether to do it or not as he just stares at the ringing phone. You almost have to ask if he would dare to do something so reckless, but then a ding breaks through the sound of the ringing phone, causing your heart to jolt before you snap your head from side to side to find a room to sneak into.

As it seems like you found your escape as if connected to your thoughts, Jun-ho rushes to you as quietly as possible to grab your hand and yank you with him to the same room you thought of escaping to. When you’re inside he does the unnecessary after he presses himself on the wall by the door; he proceeds to press you against his chest with his hand over your mouth. Then again, even with his gun in hand, you find comfort in the feeling of his heart racing against your back and his warm body pressed against you the most as the stressful moment unfolds.

“<Front Man speaking,” you hear a deep and obviously disguised voice answer the phone in English rather than Korean. “Yes. A minor disturbance has taken place. But it’s been addressed. No need to worry. We will make sure that no trace of it remains by the time the VIPs arrive>.”

Your heart skips a beat and you grip onto Jun-ho’s arm as you understand what the Front Man is saying.

“<Yes, sir,” the Front Man continues. “The game will begin on time, in line with the schedule>,” he finishes before you hear them hang up the phone and leave right away.

You expect him to come back, so you wait, but once you both know that there’s no one in the room anymore, Jun-ho lets you go and leads the way out, making sure that the ghost is really clear before he lets you follow him to the phone.

“Maybe we can finally reach the police with this phone,” you suggest, and a hopeful glint glimmers in his eyes.

“Yeah, good idea,” he praises you before he reaches over and grabs the phone to dial the number.

Yet…his effort is fruitless because he tries and gets no ring. He tries a different number but also gets nothing, ending with him sighing in defeat and returning the phone to its place.

“Damn,” you hiss and watch him with the same unaffected look that doesn’t carry any hint of true horror or deep concern. You are worried, but more so for his own safety, and the little fear you do hold is for the same reason. Anyone else would be horrified and constantly looking over their shoulder, but you don’t hold the weight of those emotions. You hold almost a knowing look as if this place is not actually strange. A darkness.

“We should, uh, go back to the record room to put the things back and then see where to go from there,” you share your idea as you raise your hand to cup his shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze before you return to the record room.

“You understood what the Front Man said right?” He asks once you're both in the record room since he knows you’re fluent in English too.

“Yeah, did you?”

He hums. “We have to stay until the VIPs arrive,” he shares the inevitable plan you already expected. “We have to know who they are.”

“Or at least try,” you argue to try and remind him to stay grounded and not get carried away with answers he might not get. “If this place is as horrible as you say, I doubt that they would show their faces. And without photos of their faces, we’d risk our lives for nothing.”

“They might not show their faces, that's right, but we have to try something to get answers. Even if it means being bolder in the attempt.”

You put the papers back in their respective folders and then as you get up to put the folders away, he gets up to return the binders to their shelf, leaving no room to add anything on the matter. Thus a silence befalls the dimly lit room that would make it feel alone if it hadn’t been for the soft shuffling noise he’s making.

“Jun-ho,” you call out as you don’t hear anyone coming, leaving you a perfect moment to speak up.

“Hm?”

You push the folders back in place and let your fingers linger on the back before you begin to walk away. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here?”

“Because I didn’t really plan on coming. I was looking into more clues on my brother's disappearance and found a connection with a player here at the same time so I followed him in hopes to find answers,” he explains nonchalantly, but that still doesn’t assure you of anything.

“Okay, so that explains why you were gone for an entire day before you disappeared, but…why not let me know?” You ask as you come to a stop at the end of the aisle. “I could have helped you, or even just kept you company. Or I could have just known where you were.”

Jun-ho’s footsteps start to depart from the aisle he is at and stop in the middle of the room, making you slowly walk away from the aisle but remain in the cover of darkness as you turn your flashlight off.

“I’m capable too, you know?” You remind him.

“I know,” he says back without a moment of hesitation, letting you know that he believes in what he said.

“I graduated in the same class as you at the academy. I have the same training, and I’m even a decorated detective,” you press with a slight quiver.

“I know,” he insists, but even if those words escape his mouth, you remain lost as to why he chose not to tell you a thing.

“Then?” You remark and at last step into his light where he finally sees your vulnerability in your eyes brimming with tears and your face contorted with frustration.

Vulnerability is something you don’t often show. When he met you you were cold; was it because you were in a male-populated career? Or was it the way you were raised? He didn’t know but it took you a while to even be his friend.

“I,” he says and pauses, luring you closer to him to meet eye to eye and not have the darkness be in the way—“I didn’t want to put your life at risk,” he reveals, making you blink in surprise.

“I didn’t know what I was getting into,” he adds, making your face soften and your breath hitch. “And I didn’t want to risk your life for something that could have turned out to be pointless. I don’t like to see you get hurt and if something had happened to you, or if something happens to you because of me, I…don’t think I could ever in my life forgive myself.”

Your face contorts with disbelief while in your stomach you feel a fluttering sensation as all the butterflies dance with utter awe at the sound of his confession.

“I…love you,” he reveals three words that hurt your chest, but also bring a deep bliss that makes it easy to get drunk off of.

“I’m happy you said it,” you redirect as you grab his arm. “Because I love you too, Jun-ho. I have not had many people in my life, but now I have you. And you’re someone I cherish and love beyond measure.”

His lips form into a smile as he proceeds to cup your cheek. Now you don’t have the luxury of time or of being careless, so you lean in for a short but passionate kiss that you linger in to savor the taste of his lips. A little taste of pure bliss and love in a sinister place.

“So,” you interject when you pull away. “What now?”

Jun-ho sighs. “With the Front Man gone, they’ll be busy with a game, so we wait until the VIP’s come. That’s all we can do. We can’t disguise ourselves as the Pink guards, they would have already seen the body in the water, so they’ll be even more suspicious now.”

You sigh deeply and step back. “Well…I can wait. I suppose. What other choice do we have?” You groan before you remember what else you have to put away and walk back to where you had gathered everything to grab the black box and hand it to Jun-ho.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t find more on your brother,” you share your pity. “But is it enough for now?”

Jun-ho looks at the box containing the fact that his brother was one of the previous winners and hesitates before he nods softly.

“Good,” you say for his own benefit and then give him a peck on the cheek while he walks over to put the box away.

“You should get some rest. It’s going to take a while,” he offers, but you turn and quickly protest.

“No. I’m not tired. You should rest. How long has it been since you’ve slept? I can keep watch.”

Jun-ho turns without pushing into the shelf and walks back to you. “I’ve slept enough. You came all this way. You must be tired. It’s okay, I don’t mind keeping watch.”

You put your hands on your hips and shake your head. “No, we take turns then. You sleep the first half and I’ll do the second. This is me putting my foot down.”

Jun-ho scoffs and drops his head as he admits defeat. “Fine, come on then let’s stay in the aisle with the lights off.”

You giggle and make your way to an aisle. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you are trying to seduce me.”

He lets out a chuckle and you can’t help but smile at the small yet heartwarming gesture. “You don’t know better.”

As you take a seat on the floor the last thing he sees is you beaming at him before he turns the light off and takes a seat next to you.

“I can sing you a lullaby,” you tease him as you lean toward him.

“Pft,” he snorts and then he can’t help but laugh. “I’m not your dog.”

You giggle. “Aww, he enjoys them though. He looks forward to it.”

“It’s weird,” he mumbles as he takes something out of his pocket and then presses the cold object on your lap, letting you identify what it is—“for just in case.”

You place your hand on the gun to feel its cold surface before you place it beside you. “Well, hopefully, you won’t sleep through any trouble. I won’t be able to carry you out.”

He huffs. “I’ll be right here if anything does happen.”

You smile softly and then press your lips on the top of his head and let your lips linger there as he lets his body relax and his head fall on your shoulder.

Silence follows to accompany you after that and his snores don’t fill it because you know he’s not in a deep sleep, and how can anyone be comfortable enough to find deep sleep in this place? So you’re sitting in the silence, keeping an ear open for any potential danger while also wondering if you still want to keep this deeply buried secret still buried. Especially after Jun-ho said he loved you.

You trust Jun-ho, and he’s already here, but can you really confess such a deep-kept secret and put his life at even more risk? For so long you have tried to distance yourself from the secret. You turned your back on it and pretended it didn’t exist until you found out that the man you love was here putting his life at risk, so it begs the question, should you tell him and…risk losing him?

If you tell him will he turn his back on you and make your nightmare a reality? He told you he loved you so he deserves to not be lied to about something so significant, but…can you really be so selfless?

You don’t know, and you can’t figure out the answer to the question when he wakes up, so you shelve it and close your eyes.

It is hard to find sleep, but eventually, it comes to you and you drift off. It’s not a long sleep, you’re rudely woken up by the sound of the phone ringing again, but the sleep was enough to recharge some of that energy you had lost, which, that in itself is important.

“Get behind me,” Jun-ho demands as he grabs your arm and helps you up without actually letting you try on your own. He then proceeds to pull you behind him so he can point his gun through the bookshelf's gaps.

The phone rings again and in the short silence the elevator dings before another ring echoes and footsteps click on the ground. The phone rings two more times before there’s finally an answer in English. “<Front Man speaking,” you understand the monotone voice say before he pauses for a brief second and then continues again. “I’m happy to hear you enjoy the game. Yes, the host is currently waiting for the VIP’s to arrive.>”

A silence proceeds to fall and a couple of seconds later the sound of clicking shoes recedes, almost relieving you of the stress tightening your chest. Albeit before either Jun-ho or you can feel relief, the monotone voice booms in Korean.

“Are you in here right now?” He directs in Korean to either you or Jun-ho. You assume it’s Jun-ho, but you aren’t certain. “You’re good, but you made one mistake. I always put the receiver down the other way.”

Jun-ho peers over his shoulder to look at you with a shameful look, causing you to pass him a look of reassurance before you press your hands on his back for comfort.

“The bullet you shot was a Smith and Wesson M60 revolver, standard issue for Korean police. What’s a cop doing here…without a partner?”

You curl your fingers, grabbing the pink material of Jun-ho’s pink suit.

“Or so you want us to believe? We saw a boat arrive with a woman in it…” He pauses

Your breath hitches as your heart skips a beat.

“Your partner? I’ll tell you what?” He adds. “We’ll play a game. I’ll let her wander around to try and find you. If I catch her you can watch her die.”

Jun-ho’s breath shudders and his gloves crinkle as he tightens his grip around his gun.

“If you find her, you can come out and ask me questions. I am sure you have many,” he adds and then pauses as he finally sounds above you, making you hold Jun-ho tighter.

“I don’t know how you got in, but you can't leave this place without my permission,” the Front Man continues and gets closer, opening the door that leads to the record room and marching down. When he opens the final door that welcomes him in the same room, he’s quick to turn on the light, causing you to place your hand over your mouth and clench your jaw as your nerves rise sky high.

You wish for him to leave with every step he takes, but he walks past you. He then turns around and only gets closer to spotting you, and even if Jun-ho raises his gun higher, what would stop the Front Man from finding you?

The Front Man is the overseer for a reason, a defenseless woman and one man with one gun won’t scare him.

Nevertheless, as if by divine intervention the radio beeps, stopping the Front Man in his tracks before he can turn your way.

“We found a body,” a man comes through the radio.

“Where is it?”

“The Northern coast of the Island,” the other man responds, making the Front Man put his radio away and whisk off, leaving you and your boyfriend to remain hidden. Yet it’s only after a few minutes pass that you let go of your boyfriend, letting him move from his spot to face you without turning on his flashlight as if fearing the Front Man would appear if he did.

“We need to find somewhere else to hide. We won’t get lucky here again,” he says between heavy breaths.

You nod stiffly and slowly lower your head, letting him know you’re bothered. “What?” He probes.

“We don’t have much time left,” you point out as if he doesn’t know that fact clearly—“Whatever you have planned you need to do it now,” you press and face him with a pointed gaze.

“I know,” he mutters and puts his gun away before he sighs and averts his gaze, letting you know he’s holding something back.

“What?”

He unclenches his jaw and slowly meets your gaze through the darkness. “I’m going alone, and I’m not listening to any protest. You heard him. If he finds you…” he pauses and lets out a shaky breath, making you grab his hands to try and assure him that there’s nothing to worry about.

“He won’t. Especially not when I’m with you.”

Jun-ho pulls his hands away from your hold and grows firm. “No, I won’t put your life at any more risk because of me.”

“Jun—”

“I said no,” he cuts you off roughly. “You’ll stay in the cabinet until I’m done.”

You raise your chin and challenge him just as fiercely, but he doesn’t budge, ending in his victory.

“Fine,” you grumble and push yourself to your given height to storm off. Before you can reach the door you turn on your heels and bump into his chest. “But if you don’t make it back two hours after you leave I’ll go find you.”

He clenches his jaw and huffs but compromises for your own sake. “Fine.”

You hum with contentment before you turn again and leave the record room to now hide with Jun-ho in the cabinet and wait again, finding yourself lulling to sleep in that wait.

However, this time you just close your eyes because a light burning sensation on part of your face wakes you up, and when you try to follow where the sensation starts from, you catch Jun-ho with his dark eyes set on you.

He sees that you catch him staring, but he doesn’t look away, making you smile giddly.

Before you can comment on the matter though, the elevator dings and a pair of footsteps walks out before the presence lingers until he sets off as another ding rings out and multiple footsteps now echo, making the monotone voice speak.

“<Greetings,” the Front Man speaks in English. “I hope your long trip here has not been too difficult. I am the Front Man, who operates and oversees all matters here. It’s a true honor to welcome you>.”

“<Where is the host?>” A guest speaks and you now imagine that the VIP’s are here.

“<Unfortunately, some urgent business has prevented him from attending.>” The Front Man gives an excuse that triggers more questions.

“<Seriously?>” Someone else asks. “<I find it hard to believe the host would miss a night like tonight.>”

“<He asked me to apologize on his behalf,” The Front Man offers the guests.

“<Did some problem happen here?>” A man with a deep gravelly voice and accent asks.

“<Not at all. It’s just a personal matter of the host.>”

You clench your jaw and your gaze hardens. A detail Jun-ho misses as he’s attentive to the Front Man going on.

“<The remaining games will be held as scheduled.” He breathes out and then goes on. “I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.>”

“<Well, I hope not,” a different man interjects in a different accent you can pinpoint. “Listen, I’m willing to give anybody some slack. That’s not a problem.” He chuckles. “I just have to say that I’m a difficult man to please. I hope you won’t disappoint me.>”

Oh, brother.

“<Shall we?>” The Front Man says, leaving the comment as is and bringing his guests toward the cabinet you’re hiding in, but ultimately passing you to go through a hidden door and leave elsewhere. Thankfully.

After a few minutes Jun-ho shifts to open the cabinet and climb out. You quickly follow after him to grab his hand and turn him around toward you so you can smash your lips on his. And since he didn’t expect the kiss he’s caught off guard, but he doesn’t slack, he grabs your jaw and pulls you closer, tempting to open the gates to your burning desire, but since you’re in such a dangerous environment the desire doesn’t burst open those gates, so even if you’re hesitant you’re able to pull back without trouble.

“Be careful,” you whisper against his lips.

He lifts his head to press a kiss on your forehead and let his lips linger on the sweat-covered surface. “I will. Promise. You be careful too.��

“Three hours.”

Jun-ho chuckles, making you feel chills as his breath washes over your flesh. “You’ve given me more time? I’m surprised.”

You smile softly. “I trust you, but I’m still looking out for you….until the end of the line partner.”

He smiles sweetly against your forehead. “Until then,” he whispers before he cups your jaw and presses another kiss on your forehead, and then leaves you waiting with your heart in your stomach in a place that makes you feel as if you’re stranded in the middle of the ocean with nothing but endless dark waters to taunt you.

——

*LATER*

It’s starting to feel stuffy in the cabinet and you can feel your hunger creeping in as you’re not plagued by a thousand other thoughts. Moreover, the time you gave Jun-ho is starting to come to an end, but you forbid yourself from overthinking. He’s smart. He’ll make it back. He will…

You lean your head back to rest it against the side as you wait and wait until you hear the sound of doors sliding open and footsteps that make a hasty and hard beat.

You don’t shift an inch so as to not alert the wrong person of your presence, even if it means you can’t see who it is.

You have to sit with your breath held until the person reaches the cabinet and crouches down to open the doors, revealing themselves to be your boyfriend Jun-ho.

“Jun-ho,” you breathe out with relief.

“I’m back,” he reassures you quickly before he waves you to him. “Now climb out so I can open the hatch.”

You hum and let him help you out so he can open the hatch, and then urge you to go back to climb down first, which you do without protest.

When your feet hit the concrete ground you turn and take a couple of steps away to give Jun-ho space to land, but right away you’re slammed with fear as you see the dark water and realize what awaits you in order to leave the cave.

“Jun-ho,” you let out a shaky whisper and when you hear his feet hit the ground, but not respond you peer back and notice his eyes fixated above for a lingering moment before he turns away and hastily rushes to you to grab you by the hand and pull you with him.

“He was right above us,” he shares quickly which you barely catch, but manage to anyway. “He knows we’re going to use the scuba gear to make our escape. We need to hurry.”

He then stops you where the benches are and swipes scuba equipment off the bench to start putting it on you without as much as thinking.

“Jun-ho,” you call out, but it goes to deaf ears because he continues to help you, causing you to glance at the water and see a malicious darkness taunt you. “Jun-ho,” you whisper again as you keep your eyes on the water, but again he doesn’t listen.

“Jun-ho!” You exclaim and he snaps out of his stupor to look at you with concern—“let me,” you don’t express your fear to let him focus on his own gear, which he does, but your fear only heightens and it's something Jun-ho doesn’t need to notice. After he snapped out of his stupor he remembered.

“We have flashlights to light our way, and I’ll be right in front of you.”

You swallow back nervously and nod hesitantly before you wrap your phone in a plastic bag and shove it into a secure pocket. The time comes to dive in the water, but all you see is death looming in the deep water.

“You’ll be okay,” Jun-ho assures you one more time before he puts his mouthpiece in and dives into the water. You grab your mouthpiece and stare at the water, watching the malicious water grow darker and deeper than it actually is. Yet you know time is critical and there’s no other choice so you insert your mouthpiece and dive into the cold water. After that, Jun-ho doesn’t hesitate to sink in and you have no other choice but to follow him. And as comforting as his presence is, your fear doesn’t cease to exist.

The malicious darkness slowly closes in on you the more you swim in the never-ending underwater tunnel, while the bottom, even though it is visible, is an abyss that threatens to drag you to a point of no return. There’s so many times when you want to stop and just ball up and close your eyes to not look at what you’re surrounded by, but you know that if you do so you’re doomed so you keep swimming, feeling the fear gripping at your throat until finally you see the break of light and resurface. You're not out of the water, nor are you close to land, but you can take a deep breath of fresh air and grasp the fact that you aren’t going to drown in the eerie depths.

“We need to get in touch with the police and the Coast Guard. Or at least I have to send what I got on my phone,” Jun-ho says with his mouthpiece out of his mouth and his eyes set on the island you just escaped. “I’m sorry we have to dive back in and swim back.”

You shake your head. “It's the only place we can probably get some service so…it’s okay,” you assure him. “Let’s get going before they find us.”

Jun-ho glances over at you and nods before you reinsert your mouthpiece and dive back into the water. The swim to shore is shorter this time and not as dark. You're not surrounded by an underground tunnel, but the fear is still as high, and your anxiety is skyrocketing as you sense that the Front Man and his pink goons are close due to their lack of presence so far and the fact that you’re out in the open heading right back where you left from.

At least when you finally make it to shore you’re able to let go of some of the emotional weight that fear burdens you with while also shedding the physical weight of the scuba gear. If only you were lucky enough to have service in your phones, but alas, neither Jun-ho nor you have any service, pushing you to climb the rocky hill set before you in hopes of getting enough service on high ground.

Once you’re close to reaching the top though, the sound of a gunshot brings you to an immediate halt, and when you look back to follow the noise another gunshot follows and you’re welcomed to the sight of pink guards trying to climb the rocky hill, and the Front Man.

“Shit,” you mumble between pants and then get pulled down by Jun-ho as he hides you in the shrubbery to pull out his phone and call your Chief now that he has a bar of service. And as the line rings you keep your eyes on the bright pink guards coming your way.

When the Chief finally answers the phone you continue to be on the lookout.

“It’s me, Chief,” Jun-ho says between pants.

As expected the Chief descends into madness, but Jun-ho pushes to be heard. “Can you hear me all right, sir? Just hold on, I’ll explain it later.”

The pink guards disappear past your eyesight, meaning that even if they’re not above you, they’re finding their way.

“Look,” Jun-ho keeps ignoring the question. “We’re somewhere southwest of the mainland.”

“What?” You hear the chief's query before he asks if you’re with Jun-ho since you’ve been missing too, but Jun-ho keeps pressing on.

“Can you try to locate my signal? Put a whole team together for this.”

The Chief once again questions Jun-ho while you see the Front Man following the Pink Guards trail.

“You gotta get a whole squad. The police, coast guard, everyone!” Jun-ho insists, giving a second for the Chief to respond before he continues. “Let me send over a couple of things, okay, and take a look.”

The Front Man also proceeds to disappear into the wilderness, making your heart begin to pound.

“I’ll call you again soon,” Jun-ho says and ends the call but proceeds to try and send the Chief evidence he managed to obtain.

“Are you done? I can’t see them, we have to go,” you hurry Jun-ho up and he follows up with a hum so you grab his hand and pull him with you so you can now put space between you and the people after you.

Once you make it to the top of the hill, Jun-ho lets your hand go and brings you to a stop. “Wait, wait, wait!”

You stop against a tree and look back, seeing him checking his phone and pressing on his screen with obvious panic, but you can’t do anything about it so you look out and that’s when you catch the Pink Guards not far from where you are.

“Jun-ho,” you call out and grab his shoulder to gain his attention so he can see what you do, and it’s at that moment that the Pink Guards come to a brief stop and manage to spot you and Jun-ho.

“They’re over there!” A guard points out to you, making Jun-ho and you break into a sprint to leave where you are.

After a while of running and when you’re within a forest, the guards get closer. You can see them and hear their commotion, but Jun-ho and you are fueled with a dire need to escape with your lives so you manage to pick up your speed, but soon thereafter, you’re forced to a stop as you come across a cliff that leads to the water. There’s no more path, just water below the cliff.

“We…we have to,” you stammer. “We have to jump!”

You look over at Jun-ho and just as you meet his dark eyes, he pushes you into some thick shrubbery just beside you that keeps you hidden. He then kicks something in the water that makes a big splash as the Pink Guards catch up and announce their presence with a gunshot to the air before you can jump out and push you and Jun-ho into the water.

“Police,” Jun-ho exclaims his identity. “Put down your weapons, you got that?!”

You move to be able to peek through the branches and leaves as the pink guards shuffle to find their position in front of Jun-ho.

“We already know everything about you all,” Jun-ho shares as you see him show off his phone. “The Coast Guard will be here soon.”

“I don’t know,” a different but familiar voice interjects in the distance. “Have the Korean police ever been quick to act?” He asks and you drift your attention to the voice and see the Front Man approaching Jun-ho menacingly. “And besides, you barely get any signal around here. I don’t know what you tried to send, but I doubt it went through.”

It’s a form of intimidation, but Jun-ho doesn’t falter. “Come and turn yourself in. You’ll get a plea bargain with that.”

“If you drop your gun right now and hand over the phone, I might let you and the woman live,” The Front Man mocks Jun-ho as he keeps moving toward him, making Jun-ho react.

“Stop right there!”

“The gun of yours holds five bullets,” The Front Man reveals that he knows Jun-ho’s predicament. “But for the police regulations, one chamber must remain empty and one must be filled with a blank. That leaves three live rounds. You already used one to kill a man, and another one to break the lock. Which means that there’s only one left in your gun.”

You clench your jaw with fear and use every muscle in your body not to expose yourself and just tackle Jun-ho

in the water because you know that if you do you'd be killed before you hit the water.

“One bullet is more than enough to kill you,” Jun-ho spats and cocks his gun, but the Front Man keeps moving forward.

“Give up,” he urges Jun-ho.

“I warned you,” Jun-ho snaps. “Take another step and—”

Before he can finish his warning he does as he said and shoots the Front Man in the shoulder, making you hold your breath as you expect the worst.

Alas, you catch the Front Man signal his men not to retaliate, so you’re able to breathe while keeping your attention on every single movement made by both men.

“This is over,” the Front Man groans. “Now come with me.”

Jun-ho steps back closer to the ledge, and the Front Man gets closer while he proceeds to urge Jun-ho to give up—“Do as I say. Or you die.”

“Who the hell…” Jun-ho trails off as he lowers his gun. “Are you?” He finishes asking, and miraculously in response the Front Man reaches for his mask to take it off and reveal his face, giving meaning to why he’s been merciful to Jun-ho and not killed him yet. The Front Man is…In-ho, Jun-ho’s older brother…

No…

“In-ho,” Jun-ho whispers in disbelief as he watches with wide-eyed shock.

“Let's go,” the Front Man tells Jun-ho one more time—“make it easy. For you and your partner,” he says with a softness in his voice whilst he extends his hand to offer it to Jun-ho.

Alas, without surprise Jun-ho declines with a shake of his head, making the Front Man lower his hand to instead grab his gun now. You see that without a fault and intend to come out of hiding, but Jun-ho knows you well. He looks your way and as if pretending to speak to his brother he mutters “no,” to you before glancing back at his brother. “Brother…In-ho, why?”

The Front Man hits the trigger and the bullet pierces Jun-ho’s shoulder, making him stumble back, while your eyes go wide and you immediately cover your mouth to not cry out in response. You do want to run out but either way, before you can even attempt to snap out of your shock, Jun-ho loses balance and falls back.

You want to cry out for him, but with your hands over your mouth, all you can do is contort your face with distress as tears crawl down your cheeks.

Meanwhile, the Front Man approaches the ledge and watches his brother hit the water. After a few lingering seconds he puts his mask over his face, masking any and every emotion he could have, and then turns around. Before he can walk back to his goons, his masked face tilts your way, and his masked eyes find you.

He looks right at you, there’s no mistaking it. You meet eye to eye and he then walks away without exposing you. It’s only once they’ve put some distance between you that you come out of hiding and without so much as hesitating, you jump off the cliff, feeling gravity drag you down with all its force before you hit the water.

Now you would give yourself time to collect yourself after making a big jump, but when you resurface you don’t care about anything, but Jun-ho.

“Jun-ho?!” You cry out and look around desperately. When you find his unconscious body resurfacing you swim toward him, feeling a twinge of agony hit your heart as you fear the worst, but you also know you can’t be certain and that you don’t want this living nightmare to become a reality, so when you reach him you quickly wrap your arms around his body and press your ear against his chest.

Now it takes a while to hear a thing, your own heart is thumping in your ears, but you’re insistent and refuse to accept that he may be dead so you hold your breath and search.

After a second of waiting you finally catch the sound of his beating heart and break down into a sob as you hug his body against you with relief, stealing a moment from time to press a kiss on his forehead before you find a sliver of solace in his beating heart as you press your forehead against his, right there, in the eerie sea.

A/N- To be continued in a series??? Would you all like that??

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