Kiara Candyla

I'm 19 years old, Latina, pronouns she/her. I'm completely obsessed with Squid Game, specifically Gi-hun, my beautiful baby who deserves all the chocolate milk in the world! (And In-ho. But I hate him. And love him.)

Feel free to send me a direct message or ask! I love chatting, especially about Gi-hun, In-ho, or any character played by Lee Jung-jae and Byung-hun, or the actors themselves! I love interacting, so don't be shy about sending me a long message, I'll always read it!

You can ask me anything, but avoid topics involving scat, farts, or vomit (the character can vomit, but without emphasis on it). And be careful with topics involving explicit gore or amputations, it was a trigger until recently and I can still feel a little sick, but it's allowed!

Despite this, this is NOT a place to intimidate people with these preferences. Everyone has their place in the fandom, no matter if I don't like or support the preference/ship. You will be blocked.

Gi-hun: I don't fear you beating me up because you never leave the house thanks to your social anxiety, you criminal.

In-ho: Go fuck yourself. I'll overcome my social anxiety solely to eat your ass

Gi-hun: do you mean beat?

"Hi, good evening

Can I eat your pussy tonight?"

Until, one night, the conversation turned to first jobs, and Gi-hun mentioned how he’d been fired from his after missing work for a week. In-ho was shocked, made a joke, and wanted to know what happened. Laziness? Sickness?

Actually, Gi-hun went out after work with some friends to drink and have fun; one of them brought along a Thai acquaintance to hang out with them. He was amazing, and they got along great. But at some point, the Thai guy started crying, saying he was going back to Thailand because his host family had kicked him out; he’d come to the party because he had nowhere else to go until his flight. So everyone accompanied him to the airport, and Gi-hun doesn’t remember how, but he woke up the next day in Thailand, sleeping at the door of a hotel in a pile with his friends, as an illegal tourist. They spent the week doing odd jobs to save up for tickets, until a rich guy offered to cover the four of them if Gi-hun stayed two nights at his nightclub. He accepted and returned home exactly six days later, fired but with enough money to last two months without working.

In-ho didn’t believe him, but Gi-hun showed him the scar his mother had given him when he got home; and a small tattoo on his neck, “SK,” so that customers would know he was Korean.

It was through a whispered conversation among the guards watching him that day. His blood ran cold, but he confronted them, furious, demanding explanations. They hesitated, but soon relaxed and explained the situation, making it very clear that In-ho knew. The players were going to die anyway; it wasn’t a problem at all. Gi-hun was punished later for assaulting a guard “for no reason.”

It took him a week to act, long enough for the guards to forget about it, long enough for it not to be a problem. But it was when In-ho returned that night that Gi-hun ran over to him and threw himself into his arms, trembling and with teary eyes.