Hi,i'm on a hiatus after writing 2(two) small fics

"Don't make a sound."

You look up at him with a scared look. Just seconds ago you had said goodbye to Gi-Hun, ready to give your life in return for his safety, but now you are being dragged through the halls. He breathes in deeply before gripping his gun.

"I talked to the Frontman. We only have to reach the office and I promise you," he whispers. "I promise you that we will make it."

Frontman? That must be the person that is running all of these games. But how could Jun-Ho talk to him? He isn't even allowed to talk to the Squares without permission, so how could he have gotten to the Frontman all on his own?

Triangle slowly opens all the doors, making sure that no one can see them. They are far away from where the players normally walk, and all he can do is pray that no one spots them. You carefully follow him, making sure to walk as softly as you can. You have been pronounced dead during the Marble Game already, so if they would spot you it would not be good. Especially not if you are together with Jun-Ho.

Your heartbeat gets faster with every door you open. Especially when you hear movements behind the door next to you. 'Please, if we run into someone, let it be a Circle,' Jun-Ho thinks. The Circle wouldn't even be able to say anything, as they are the lowest in this game. He wouldn't even be able to talk to the Triangle.

But your luck seems to be running out as the door opens.

Fuck.

Triangle pushes you behind him, shielding you from whatever lays behind the door. The heavy footsteps get closer, stopping right in front of the two of you. You can hear the sound of the scanner as it scans Triangle his mask.

"Number 29," you hear.

You got to be kidding.

The fact that he has the scanner and speaks up first only confirms that it is a Square.

"Aren't you supposed to be working in the game?"

Triangle nods, gripping his gun tightly. Hopefully, he is covering you enough. Seconds seem like hours as the Square looks at him.

"The game just ended, sir."

The other man hums, his eyes not leaving Triangle. He is about to turn away when he sees the familiar greenish-blue fabric trembling behind the soldier.

"Number 29, step away."

Triangle firmly stands as he grips his gun tighter. He will not- He can not step away. it would be too dangerous to reveal the person behind him. Square groans when Triangle doesn't move.

"I said, step away."

When he still doesn't move, Square grips your arm, pulling you away from behind Triangle. He looks down at the number on your shirt before leaning down, only centimeters away from your face.

"Player 074," he mumbles, "So you have survived the marble game."

You nervously nod, too scared to speak.

"Not without help, did you?"

Triangle flinches as he keeps his eyes on you. No one except for the Frontman knew about how he has helped you. He grips his gun tightly, holding it ready just in case he has to shoot.

"Just like the doctor. He was helped too," Square starts, gripping your chin. "He knew what the next games would be. Which made these games unfair. The only place where everyone has an equal chance, yet he had decided to take it for granted."

Both you and Triangle are shocked when he grabs your chin, getting a little too close for your comfort.

"We thought that it would only be him. Harvesting the organs of each and every deceased player just to know what game will be next. It's what people do for money, in hopes to get back to their families or... Loved ones."

You look from Square to Triangle, panic settling in.

He knows.

It's almost like you can see the grin underneath the mask of the Square. The harsh reality of the games. Not everyone is like Jun-Ho. Not everyone cares about you, not everyone wants you to succeed. Especially not the man in front of you.

Square steps closer to you, almost squishing you in between the wall and his chest. Triangle clenches his jaw before pointing his gun at his superior. He is not supposed to do this, but there is only so much he can do. And at this moment, the only way for you to survive is to kill his boss. Square just scoffs, standing straight up.

"We have to go to the Frontman," Triangle says, his voice clear and strong.

But the Square doesn't listen. He just bursts out laughing.

"As if the Frontman will listen to a soldier," he spits out. "These games are designed and created for people to have a fair chance to win! We can't just let everyone survive just because we like them. Did you not see what happened to the doctor?"

Triangle doesn't move, his gun still aimed at the Square. You don't know what to do. You gave up your life for Gi-Hun, but this isn't what you had expected. Something seems to click in the Square's head before he steps back.

"Alright," you can hear his grin. "If you don't want me to do it, then you can go ahead."

Jun-Ho his heart almost stops as he looks at the Square. He has to be fucking kidding.

"You're already holding the gun," Square shrugs. "Fire it."

Tears fill your eyes yet again as you look up at Triangle. This can't be real, right? Triangle looks at his superior, a shocked face behind his mask as his hands start trembling. His breathing becomes uneven as he tries to understand it all.

"Didn't you hear me? Fire it."

Triangle grits his teeth. Normally, he would obey whatever one of the Squares would tell him. But now, he wishes he had picked the job to be a manager. Everything he has done in the games he now regrets. He's so close to the office, if he picks you up he might be able to get there if he runs fast.

"Don't even think about it."

In the time where Triangle was zoning out, the Square had grabbed you by your shoulders. The small revolver that is normally in the waistband of the Squares, is now resting on your temple. You are shaking, frozen in your place as your eyes have filled with tears.

"Either you do it, or I will. You know that you can't cheat at this game!" The Square yells, pushing the gun further into the side of your head. "So I give you a fucking choice. Either you do it, or I will."

"Just give me a second!" Jun-Ho screams back, the gun shaking in his hands. "I-I can't just... How do you fucking expect me to do this?"

The Square huffs, swinging around the gun as he talks.

"You know full well that this game is supposed to be fair. Do you not fucking get it? You will end up like that doctor and his little friends. Is that what you want? Because that is your last choice," he groans. "This is your last fucking chance. Either you do it, or I will. And I won't be nice about it."

Then something clicks in his head. He can't get around. There is no way that he can get out of this right now. In his head, he starts praying, praying that his brother would walk through the door right this second and then he could leave, together with you. But that wouldn't happen. So he starts praying again, this time asking for forgiveness from his brother, his parents, you.

"Jun-Ho," you whisper as you look up at him. "Is this it?"

Your voice breaks in the last sentence as tears start streaming down your face. All you wanted was for you and your friends to get out, restart your lives. Go back to school, show your parents what you had accomplished, maybe even meet up with Jun-Ho and never think about the games again. But this was it.

It was too good to be true.

This game isn't meant for love. It isn't to find friends.

You either win or lose.

Cheaters never win.

"You know what," The Square grins. "I will make the choice for you. You'll be the one to do it."

The tone of his voice is almost playful as if he completely enjoys seeing the couple in front of them in this situation.

"How romantic is that?" He pushes you against Triangle, clapping his hands. "You already knew that this would never work out. So, why not clean up your own mistakes?"

Jun-Ho knows that he will not be able to live with himself if he would be the one that pulls the trigger.

"We just need to get to the Frontman-"

"And what will he do for you, huh?!" Square screams. "That fucker cares about no one, especially not about a soldier like you."

"It's okay."

Your soft voice stops the screaming match between the two. You had accepted your fate, even if it was not what you were dreaming of. You gave up your life for Gi-Hun, fully expecting to die. If someone were to pull the trigger, you would rather have it be Jun-Ho. Even if you were only to feel his touch for a second more.

The Square smirks behind his mask, stepping back one step before gesturing for Jun-Ho to do what he has to do.

But Jun-Ho knows that he can not do this. Not if he can walk away without any physical scratches. So, he would break a rule one last time.

'Always wear your mask outside your room.'

He pushes off the hood of his jacket before ripping his mask off, throwing it to the ground. You gasp, looking up into his eyes. You can't believe that this is only the second, but also the last time you would ever see him. And he broke a rule yet again. Even the Square seems shocked, or at the very least confused.

But Jun-Ho knows the consequence of the rule he had broken. He would not leave this room alive. He looks down at you with teary eyes as he quickly pulls you against him, tightly wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice cracking as tears flow down his cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You shake your head, tightly grabbing onto him as you only wish to feel his touch once more. He takes off his gloves before putting his hands on your cheeks. Jun-Ho presses a kiss on your forehead before leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips. In any other situation, this could be romantic. Any but this one.

"It's okay," you whisper, leaning into his touch. "I hope my friends win."

Even in your last moments, you still find a way to prioritize the others. But you do. You hope they win, and you hope that they get to live on. And hopefully, you will live on in their memory. You take one last look at Jun-Ho's face before sobbing, clinging on to him for the time you still have.

Jun-Ho tightly wraps his arms back around you, whispering sweet words in your ears.

"Don't worry, okay?" His voice trembles. "You will be fine. After this, we will return to our normal lives. You go to school, right? I can visit you every break you have. Bring you lunch."

You smile through your tears before nodding.

"We can go to this cute cafe, it's right next to my school," you whisper. "Although I might be too nervous to call it a date."

Jun-Ho nods, pressing a kiss on your forehead again.

"I will surprise you with flowers every chance I get. I will wear my nicest suit to meet your parents."

You let out a gasp when he mentions your parents. You would never see them again. You grip him even tighter than before, burying your face in his neck.

"We can even live together. Invite your friends over."

"I would love to," you say, "I'm a good cook."

Jun-Ho lets out a sob when he reaches for the gun in his belt, his trembling hands grabbing it before looking up.

"It's okay," you whisper, a small smile on your face. "I trust you. We will see each other again, right?"

"I will be waiting for you. At the cafe, next to your school."

The last thing he does is take off his hair tie, slipping it onto your wrist before looking at the Square on his right. The Square raises the gun he was holding, aiming it at the head of Jun-Ho.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

Jun-Ho breathes in deeply as you tighten your grip on him. He rests the barrel of the gun on your head, kidding your forehead once more before putting his finger on the trigger.

"I will see you there."

And as he pulls the trigger, so does the Square.

"Player 074, eliminated." The robotic voice says for everyone in the sleeping quarters to hear.

Gi-Hun had already explained to the rest of his team what you had done for him, how you had sacrificed yourself to let Gi-Hun live. But why would they only say your name now? Maybe the system was slow. 001 rests his hands on Gi-Hun his shoulder with a smile.

"She will be fine," he says with a knowing tone.

The Square looks down at the two bodies in front of him, still clinging onto each other even when death. Rules are rules, and they are not meant to be broken. Soon enough some Circles arrive, placing both you and Jun-Ho in the black boxes, decorated with a bow.

It's morning, and the Triangles and Squares walk into the sleeping quarters.

"Players, we are very sorry to announce that these games have been unfair."

A couple of the players raise their eyebrows, looking at the Square who is talking.

"As we mentioned before, these games are to create an equal chance for everyone, no matter their background or history. These games have to be equal for everyone, no matter what connection they have to our workers. Be it as family, friends, or lovers."

The doors behind the masked people open back up, revealing Circles and the familiar black boxes with the contrasting pink bows.

Did someone die throughout the night?

The Circles stop in the middle of the room before lifting up the lid.

Everyone looks around, who had died? Some people take a step closer to the boxes when they notice that they were occupied already. Gi-Hun gasps when he spots the number on the jacket before running towards the box.

He doesn't care about your relationship with the soldier, all he cares about is that you had to die like this. He sees you as a daughter, as a friend.

"We sincerely apologize that we have allowed this to happen. We have taken the appropriate actions. Let this be another warning."

Gi-Hun lets out a loud scream, grabbing your cold hands as he hopes that you will just wake up, that all of this is a stupid dream, and that you would return.

But you never did.