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THIS IS EVERYTHING I EVER NEEDED FOR MY SOUL TO HEAL, THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US

Look at Hwang Dong-hyuk being the leader in his toxic yaoi heaven, I cannot—😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

I CAN’T STOP SCREAMING

I AM NOT OKAY

This photoshoot took me out entirely

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LEE BYUNG-HUN & LEE JUNG-JAE ♡

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Fly me to the moon…

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That feelin' when the bug starts runnin'.

✂️ - - - Korean n' English page/fully-drawn version under the cut - - - ✂️

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That feelin' when the bug starts runnin'.

✂️ - - - Korean n' English page/fully-drawn version under the cut - - - ✂️

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Paranormal Inhun WIP

The coffee tasted stale. Like always. With a strange aftertaste that lingers on the tongue for minutes but it did it's job. If not the caffeine then definitely the disgusting, unique flavor. His concentration drifts from the case files in front of him to the machine that provides the whole station with this strange liquid. Had it been cleaned lately? Who was in charge of doing so? Why couldn't he fucking concentrate on what was written on the evidence chart? His head pounded with a blooming headache that announced itself since he sat down in his office, being blinded by the florescent light above. Unnatural – just like this case he was working on. A sigh left his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

This fucking case didn't make any sense. It wasn't about a simple robbery or some kind of domestic violence. It involved severed animal heads and strange blood-written symbols on all kind of surfaces. That kind one would assume to be straight out of a horror movie, but it wasn't anything like that. They investigated three different locations with the same pattern. Without any significant lead whatsoever.

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LEE BYUNG-HUN | LEE JUNG-JAE | WI HA-JUN FOR SQUID GAME 3

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A glitch in the system WIP snippet 2

The darkness of the night gave way to the soft light of the early sunrise, plunging the room into a phase between sleep and waking. The door to the balcony was slightly open, and the warm, gentle breeze made the thin curtains dance. A beautiful morning was on the horizon, and unlike usual, Gi-hun didn't wake up plagued by nightmares and drenched in sweat.

No tortured gasps escaped his lips, he felt neither pain from stiff muscles nor the paralyzing fear of memories that usually took his breath away.

There were no phantom screams to be heard, no hallucinated blood to be seen. No masks or pink figures, walls far too bright to represent an illusion of childhood—promising safety, protection, and fun, but concealing nothing more than an act of cruelty.

For a moment, uncertainty crept in and pushed itself to the forefront of his mind, because perhaps this gentle awakening was just one of the usual terrors he couldn't escape once his body gave in to the urge for sleep and rest. Often driven to the brink of exhaustion, it felt more like fainting, as if someone had flipped the appropriate switch.

Sleep didn't come easily—he'd been denied such a luxury for years—but right now, bathed in shallow sunlight, he felt rested and not at the end of his strength. The warm temperature in the room and the pleasant breeze from outside stimulated his circulation, and he was overcome by pleasant goosebumps—almost as if the world was okay, as if these dark trauma-induced stains on his soul didn't exist.

In this place, time seemed to stand still. For a brief moment, anyway.

With every passing second, he grew more nervous, anticipating a change in the scene, waiting for the bloodbath... with a sigh, he ran both hands over his face to stop this act of self-manipulation—always assuming the worst.

At least it didn't feel like a dream.

The bed he was lying in was real, the pillows soft beneath his head, the blanket cool as he touched it with his fingers.

Gi-hun hoisted himself into a semi-upright position to take in more of his surroundings and when his gaze fell on the person next to him he paused.

No dream.

A smile played on his lips at the sight, so rare and unusual that he hardly dared to breathe.

In-ho.

Somehow surreal, but nothing he would want to miss. He carefully sank back into the pillows, facing him so as not to wake him.

In-ho, with his slightly parted lips and the fluffy bed-hair framing his face, seemed so relaxed in the embrace of sleep that Gi-hun had to resist the urge to gently pull him closer, into his arms—where he belonged.

His heart fluttered and stumbled with affection, it was almost painful.

At first, it had been difficult for him to accept his feelings and thoughts, to allow them, after everything he'd been through, but now...

He lost the battle with himself and, with feather-light fingertips, brushed the wild strands from In-ho's face, watching the slight fluttering of his eyelids, almost as if he were responding to his touch.

Gi-hun didn't want to wake him, so he carefully slid a little closer.

Nothing happened. In-ho didn't suddenly open his eyes or greet him with a soft "Good morning."

This gentle and vulnerable side of him was something most people were denied to witness, and it still felt like a rare privilege to be a part of it now. By no means a given, considering the gruesome history they shared.

At the sight of the mask, he still felt a deep, uncomfortable sense of fear—a paralyzing threat he was still confronted with far too often, because even though he would have liked to forget it entirely - In-ho was still the frontman.

Even these tender moments couldn't take that away.

The strange, modulated voice radiated the coldness of death, no matter what sweet words of manipulation it promised.

One and the same person, one man with different faces—Frontman, Young-il, In-ho.

Gihun had met them all, with hatred and contempt, trust and pain, fear and love.

A chaos of emotions spawned and nurtured by the man at his side.

He hoped, no matter how naive and foolish it might be, that someday—not now, not soon, but someday—In-ho would be able to shed his dark identity.

The Games wouldn't end, but he wanted him to be safe, far away from this place that meant nothing but destruction. Unyielding, irrevocable—for many, the end.

The inhumanity born of greed and boredom. Hidden behind the facade of generosity—to present people on the brink with the chance of a way out that wasn't really one.

Lies, lies, lies.

In-ho had once tried to keep him away, to protect him from the darkness, the bitter taste of which had burned itself onto his tongue.

It definitely would have been a lot easier if he'd boarded that plane, but would it have actually changed anything?

His relationship with his daughter—sweet and fragile—would likely have suffered even further. His survival of the Games weighed too heavily on his shoulders; the memories of victory, of anger and despair, of lies and manipulation… all of it hung over him like a dark veil he couldn't shake off. They wouldn't understand his grief, and he wanted to spare them the details; he could hardly bear it himself.

No, he didn't regret his decision. Not really. Not if it meant his little girl could live a happy life, even though he missed her terribly.

Eun-ji would make sure she lacked nothing, so it was okay for him not to be a part of her life.

Stained by the blood of the dead, he had to let her rest and...

A soft sigh escaped In-ho's lips, and the sound tore Gi-hun out of the spiral of thoughts that threatened this beautiful morning.

He seemed to be dreaming—what about remained a mystery.

In any case, not a nightmare, to Gi-hun's relief.

Back in the present, he pushed the gloomy thoughts away as far as possible, because all of that was in the past.

He was facing the future with In-ho—the only person who could relate to and understand his pain and loss.

Right now. In this place, far from the island, far from Seoul.

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A glitch in the system - WIP snippet

"Show me your face!" Gihun repeated, again and again, like a broken record. His voice barely a whisper in the end, more like a plea - anger fading into desperation, into pain that drove tears to his eyes again.

He wouldn't cry in front of him. He couldn't. So he bit his lips. Hard. Until he could taste blood. Metallic and warm, sickening.

"Coward." He trembles, a define tremor that he wasn't able to control, no matter how hard he tried. His words were met with silence. Only silence. The Frontman said nothing, gave nothing away, like a statue, blank and cold and dead. Like always.

Gihun tried to blink the tears away, black spots danced in the corner of his sight. His blood pressure was falling after the rage left his soul and gave way to exhaustion. His body couldn't compensate. He felt faint and dizzy but he needed to know.

His fingers searched for the mask, the outer edge - sharp, unrelenting plastic, cool to touch.

"Gihun, stop.", the voice came like a shock, electrifying the nerves in his body, making him shudder.

"You don't want to know." The modulated voice sounded strange, kind of soft, so different that it evoked a deep unsettling fear in his stomach.

It shouldn't be soft, almost caring … he wanted to rip the mask of, see the face underneath but the Frontmans hand wrapped around his wrist and stopped him.

"What … I need …"

A light shove from the other man had him stumble backwards. His legs no longer able to hold him up, only his hand - still gripping his wrist …

"No, not yet."

Not yet.

Not … yet.

Gihun stared at the mask in deep concentration.

Not yet?

"When?"

"When you're ready."

"I am r- …"

"No. You are not."

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With fanart! Go check out the beautiful works of my friend https://x.com/BlacklightAlex/status/1930344326116294933

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Have some Pride 457

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Day 1: Arranged Marriage

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Id do anything for them. I love them so much ♡

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Finalist Gihun? How about second time winner Gihun

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don’t worry, i found how season 3 ends you guys!!

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THEY LOOK SO GOOD IT’S INSANE

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@britishguyslover said it better than I could’ve said myself. How poetic would it be if the one person Gi-hun ended up saving (which, for Gi-hun, was enough) was In-ho