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I do headcannon In-Ho as being self conscious and reluctant to show his face. It's a very big display of trust and vulnerability to see him without his mask. It isn't that he's worried about his features, In-Ho knows he's a conventionally attractive man, he's well kept, well groomed but...there's always the uncertainty that he's not what you were expecting or your type. The mask adds an element of mystery and allure of course but under it, In-Ho is still a man with wants, needs, insecurities...and will you accept them? Or him?

He can't hide under it forever. Can't hide from you forever and he doesn't want to it will just take a lot of time and patience on your part. In-Ho will never voice any of these thoughts, worries, or insecurities to you but if you've been around him enough to catch his attention and be a romantic partner you grow attuned to him and recognize these things on your own.

Verbally tell him that you care for him and his appearance isn't what matters but also let him know that there's no rush. You'll wait as long as you have to for him to feel ready to take such a step. Hold his hand, In-Ho loves holding your hand without his gloves- it may seem small but any skin to skin contact is a HUGE step. Both in breaking down the walls he's built over the years and affection that he hasn't had.

The worry sometimes will spiral at night, that In-Ho wishes you were with him, sleeping in his bed. It be in the early hours of morning after one particularly bad night that In-Ho will make up his mind to finally show his face to you. He adores you, he trusts you- his face is the least he can offer you. It'll be an awkward sit down to start- you assuring him he doesn't have to if he's not ready and slowly he'll pull back the hood and carefully remove the geometric mask. His features will be stoic though internally he's anxious and waits for your reaction. Something. Anything.

[[Here's a little something, I'm hoping to do more for these two--love them sm QQ]]

In-Ho is touch starved, fight me.

Seriously, when was the last time this man had his hand held? Got a hug? Had someone even sit next to him?

He'll be a little skittish of affection, at first- he's new to it so be patient. It won't take long for him to latch on and crave affection more often

In-Ho is like a shadow, will follow you from room to room. Either to offer to help with whatever you're doing or ...just cause he doesn't want to be alone.

He's terrible at initiating intimacy in the beginning. In-Ho is the type who will just fucking stare at you as though he's trying to telekinetically send you signals

Hope you have patience and a good sense of humor with this man, bring some levity to his life. Some balance, some sweetness...

If you do the cooking, which you should-- he hasn't cooked a meal in years, In-Ho will do the dishes. Quietly shooing you along as he rolls up his sleeves.

He believes in sharing the work and the chores, you share a home with In-Ho; it views it as both of your responsibilities. And he's a very meticulous man so...let him organize things how he likes (that way he's not hovering over you)

Evenings are spent curled up together, either in bed or on the sofa while he reads or enjoys a glass of scotch and you indulging in one of your quiet hobbies

In-Ho adores domesticity because he didn’t think it was ever something he had or anything he deserved-so for you to so wholly accept him, build a life with him, make a home with him is something he cherishes

He has a penchant for overworking himself, making sure everything is up to par, late evenings, early mornings...you make sure he takes breaks, that he eats, remind him he's more than just the Front Man

In-Ho melts a little everytime he catches you doing something sweet or cute, even if you think it's mundane or ordinary and he's over the moon anytime you dote upon him or tell him you love him

He's big spoon, even when he sleeps In-Ho has you tucked into him with an arm around you always- face buried in your hair and always cuddled close

In-Ho smells like bergamot and sandalwood, maybe with notes of sea salt. Has a fee very expensive colognes and when he's away you definitely use some or wear his sweaters- which he LOVES catching you in

Fun shared hobbies would be reading a book together and talking about it, taking dance lessons together, having a regular movie night where you take turns choosing

He's a workaholic, you know it. He knows it. But he wants to be a good man and provide you the world and putting in the effort for his career will help that

Jun-Ho always appreciates how patient you are with him, coming home after long nights to you waiting

You usually wait for him to come home because you enjoy eating together-- you don't care how late he is so long as he comes home, asking him about his day and whathaveyou

Jun-Ho is affectionate as fuck.

Much like his brother will shadow you around the house on his off days but instead will almost always wrap his arms around your middle from behind, watching you with his head on your shoulder

Totally whines that instead of chores you should spend the day either in bed or let him take you out on a date-- days off aren't common! And naturally, it's difficult to say no to Jun-Ho so it's off to bed or to get ready for a date

Jun-Ho...tries to cook. He has a few dishes in his wheelhouse and he'll try to surprise you but he's certainly not the best cook. Something about these Hwang men being so work oriented

Another trait the two share is overworking themselves. You'll see the bags under Jun-Ho's eyes the slouch of his shoulders put you into full caregiver mode

Jun-Ho loves showering or bathing with you, it isn't always sex, he just likes the intimacy and vulnerability. Washing each others hair, little smiles and exchanged kisses

Big spoon or little spoon, Jun-Ho doesn't care but he won't go to bed without you and is SUCH a cuddler- cannot stress enough how affectionate this man is

Honestly? Also lowkey loves matching couples outfits and stuff, he thinks it's really cute and while he's not the type to be really active on social media- if you do matching outfits he'll post selfies with you

His colognes smell of rain, cedar or oak, basil-- he likes fresh and earthy scents. Jun-Ho will always gift you sweaters or shirts to wear if you like, loving the way they're too big on you. He'll jokingly ask for one of yours in return

Jun-Ho loves any occasion to celebrate or take you on dates- either home dates or outtings. Holidays and anniversaries are always with plenty of flowers, good food, and well thought gifts, he's a romantic

Remember that stray cat or dog in the alley Jun-Ho has been half heartedly telling you not to feed? Yeh well, it's yours now. He just feels so bad for it one day while you're out and brings it in-- you catch him in the middle of an unsuccessful bath

It's a precarious house of cards that he's built over time. Initially, Sang-Woo was proud of himself until got more and more dangerous. Then throw in a tight rope, how long can he keep the balancing act between pretending to be a successful man and running the scam? Just one gust of wind and all flutters away and leaves him to topple to his doom.

The real kicker though? Was when Sang-Woo let you in. He shouldn't have, he didn't know if it was pride or hubris but...well, he'd always had a soft spot for you. You'd always been his opposite; warm and charismatic, you took care of him- making sure he was fed and the house was always inviting when you were in it. You cared about him, you loved him and Sang-Woo loved you too.

Perhaps he didn't tell you or show you as often as he should have. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty and there's a reason he wears glasses.

Sang-Woo feels like the tightrope is now a noose, its only a matter of time until the floor drops out, until his scams and shifty deals are exposed. To his mother, to you. He's been putting in longer hours, pouring over any way that he can extend it, that he can hide it. He's been chain smoking like crazy, he's barely come to bed with you anymore- instead he paces about the living room or his office till near the wee hours of morning. Bags are beginning to form under his eyes and hes certainly lost weight.

And you're worried, of course you would be. The man you love has been withering away, stressed out of his mind- you know somethings wrong and you just want to help. Because that's what you do when you love someone, you help them. You take the bad with the good, and...even though things haven't been so good- you're sure that if you both sit down together you can work it out.

It's gentle at first. You cooking more of his favorites or stopping at his favorite takeaway spot. Yet it just sits neglected until cold and you pack it up in the fridge.

Offering him massages after a long day, sometimes it's in lingerie-other times just with a soft smile and caring eyes. "Sure...sure, I'll be in soon." Sang-Woo tells you without even sparing you a glance usually before hes locked himself in his office. Again you to go bed alone, misty eyed and missing him.

This has gone on long enough, you're hurt. You're neglected. You're in the dark. Literally you fell asleep waiting for Sang-Woo on the couch, cold beef stew that you made sitting on the stove untouched. Finally the door opens startling you awake and you see Sang-Woo shuffle in. He looks disgruntled and...smells like a bar ashtray. You push yourself up and crinkle your nose, "Honey...where have you been?" You're groggy and worried, it isn't like him to come home like this.

An annoyed sigh passes his lips and he pulls his glasses from his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. "You're so damn clingy." He mutters, red rimmed eyes glaring at you from his place near the coat rack.

Well...NOW you're certainly awake. NOW you're angry too. "How dare you. How DARE you, Sang-Woo." Your eyes narrow and you're standing now, fists balled at your side, so tight you feel your own nails dig into your skin. "All I've done is try to show you I love you, you haven't been yourself! All I want to do is help you wi--"

"Yeah? It's all about you suddenly isn't it? I'm SORRY I'm busy, I'm SORRY I'm trying to provide for us!" He should be apologizing for a million other things but drink after drink has thrown reason out the window. Sang-Woo knows he should be sorry for lying to you, for hiding from you, for shutting you out, for not giving you the attention you deserve but that's not what comes out.

"Just tell me what's wrong!"

"I should have never let this get too far, this was a mistake." It sounds like being with you was a mistake and really the mistake was him. He knows it. But right now--

Like that, you're grabbing your coat. Grabbing your purse. Your phone. Your keys. "Yeah, yeah it REALLY was." You mutter bitterly through your tears as you shoulder past Sang-Woo to the door and slam it behind you. The silence that fills the apartment is deafening. The warmth feels like it was vaccummed out. Sang-Woo stumbles into the bedroom onto his side of the bed and lays there.

He doesn't known when he started crying. But he eventually notices the sting of tears that blur his vision, rolling down his cheek as his jaw clenches. None of it your fault, he knows that. You're the only good he has left. And he ruined it. Ruined you. Took all your patience, all your tokens of love and affection and left them to rot. Every time he could've come clean. Everytime he could've spent better time with you, cherishing you as he did but never properly showed you- and you never complained until he pushed too far.

Days passed in the cold and empty apartment. Sang-Woo soothed his nights sleeping on your side of the bed when all his calls and texts went unanswered. And then one afternoon, he's got a splitting migraine and feels like shit from lack of eating properly that he hears a key turn in the door and there you are in the doorway. Bags under your eyes and a cold neutrality slapped on your face- an alien expression and Sang-Woo can tell it's wavering by the quiver of your lip.

"I'm just here for my things." You murmur and Sang-Woo wets his lips nervously, he's in the worst condition for this but he deserves it, truly. How many times he rehearsed what to say, brainstormed...and now it was all just gone.

"Can we talk?" Sang-Woo winces, it's the least eloquent thing to say and your tired eyes look over at him unamused, "I...you're right. For leaving, I mean. I was wrong. I was...awful to you, and you didn't do anything to deserve that." He's a broken man, you can do better- deserve better. "I should've been honest...I shouldn't have shut you out. It doesn't make it right but...I was trying to protect you from it." Sang-Woo's shoulders slump and he can't meet your gaze but feels it. It makes his eyes bubble with tears and he does his best to bat them back, he doesn't want you to see him like this, he wants you but not your pity.

You heave a sigh, setting your bag down and hanging your coat. You take a few strides and reach delicately for Sang-Woo's larger hand. Your thumb rubs over his knuckles, "I just wanted to love you. But I can't if you shut me out." Sang-Woo carefully approaches you, searching for any rebuff, any rejection. But you let him gather you in his arms, tucking your head under his chin with his hands stroking your hair and back soothingly, it anchors him to you but soothes you too as you give a quiet appreciative hum.

Please can I get some soft Deok-su x reader content where it's post game and reader has bad anxiety and he learns they find comfort in his heartbeat as reminder he's safe and okay and soothes them? 🥺👉👈💕

[[ i love Deok-Su fam, i feel you. hope this is ok!]]

He doesn't get it. He never really did nor did he ever question it. It wasn't that he didn't care, per say he just...accepted it in his own way. Without bluster, without teasing (usually anyway), without any of the fuss Deok-Su was usually capable of. He knows you have anxiety and he knows he often doesn't help with the way he behaves and acts. That much he won't apologize for- a scorpion is a scorpion, a snake is a snake, a spade is a spade. But he's still yours and Deok-Su will remind you, and everyone else for that matter. You belong to each other.

It's the only loyalty he's capable of and he didn't even know it initally. Yet Deok-Su finds himself trying to find ways in which to...help. In this pastel playground hell, safety is never guaranteed. There is little refuge at night in the dark- again, his fault. But it's the little things that to you are big things. Or at least in regard to Deok-Su.

He can be cruel, vile, violent...but not with you. Unless you ask real pretty but that's a conversation for another time. But Deok-Su shows he's capable of affection, of being attentive to your needs. Especially here in the games, where the road to financial security and freedom is paved with corpses-- you followed him here because...well you love him. A simple fact that shocks people, it shocks them more that he loves you back. That you don't get thrown under the bus, that you get protected, that you get...comfort.

It's just about time for bed, the measly rations distributed barely count for a dinner but your stomach had been in too many knots after the game to eat. Naturally you gave your unwanted food to Deok-Su who seemed to spare you a deadpanned knowing sort of look. Of course he knows, he alwaus knows. So its when you're ready to climb into your bunk a large hand wraps around your wrist. Warm and calloused, a tug on you but not a grip too tight. "Where are you going, cmon." Deok-Su clicks his tongue as he falls back onto the small mattress while looking at you expectantly. "You won't sleep otherwise. You need the rest. Come here." He isn't asking and you're certainly not refusing as soon as a large arm is lifted you're eagerly curling and tucking your body into his side.

He shifts, trying to make room for you in the tight confines but you're content to be half on top of him like how you would sleep back home in your shared apartment. You give a soft sigh of relief, nuzzling against his broad chest in the cotton numbered shirt, placing your ear to hear the soft thumping of his heart. Deok-Su doesn't know why you like it, why you find it comforting. But he doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth when it comes to you wrapping yourself around him so tight. The arm that holds you to him tightens once in an affectionate squeeze as you feel a heavy hand smooth over your hair a few times. Deok-Su isn't particularly good at comforting or soothing but...he tries, for your sake and that's enough for you as the lights shut off.

You worry about him. You did before but you do more now, and you know it isn't something that's going to change anytime soon and...shit suddenly that anxiety is fluttering through the folds of your brain. Your empty stomach. Your shakey nerves. And Deok-Su knows. It's the way you tense, the way your grip on him tightens as if something is pulling you apart. "Nothing is wrong. You're in bed. I'm here. You're here. It's fine." To anyone else, it probably sounds clipped and terse but really it's Deok-Su trying to help "ground" you as you told him its called.

Hi anon, sorry to say this is a reader x character stop. I don't dabble in canon x canon, sorry :c

Ali: none, a healthy loving relationship

Salesman: works alot/little absent but good overall

Gi-Hun: could be better but effort is there...kinda

In-Ho&Jun-Ho: no contact

Sang-Woo: patricide

I write for everyone;

Gi Hun

Sang Woo

Sae Byeok

Ali Abdul

Jun Ho

In Ho

Deok Su

Mi Nyeo

Ji Yeong

The Salesman

It was routine, really it was. It wasn't anything special, it wasn't anything outwardly romantic-- it was just something you did. Once a week, on Thursdays; you'd grab a bite to eat, knock back a few drinks, maybe share a few smokes and just talk. You'd roam around Ssangmun-Dong together- when he was around anyway. When he was away on business, he'd still drop you a phone call to chat for a while though it was never the same you appreciated the gesture and were simply happy for the company. For Cho Sangwoo, he was appreciative that you remained a constant in his life since college. Always the easy going, friendly type; being around you was easy and simple- like breathing. You weren't too much work, you weren't demanding- you were supportive and encouraging but god help anyone who crossed you. Sangwoo had seen that rage first hand and he'd learned to avoid it.

The friendship was borne through having similar classes- you were sharp, you were smart, you were eager and full of energy. He had no doubt you'd do great things. Sangwoo was supposed to yet...he'd been building a very precarious house of cards, one he'd been smart enough to at least keep you out of. But he'd manage- he always did. Found a way to keep his tracks covered, the money hidden away, the lies always fit flawlessly...

"You feel so faraway...what're you thinking about?" You leaned forward as the pair of you strolled through different vendor stalls as Sangwoo exhaled a plume of smoke, pausing to fix his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Oh--nothing, just a conference call with some executives I'm not looking forward to." He lied, lying to you made his stomach feel like it was filled with rocks but it was for your own good. As badly as there were times he wanted to push you away- Sangwoo just couldn't bring himself to do it. You gave a thoughtful hum, bringing a paper to-go cup filled with hot tea to your lips as you walked.

Wetting your lips as you rounded the corner you rolled your shoulders, "If you need to go home and prepare- that's fine, I can get a ride home." You offered sweetly, always putting others first. Always so understanding. Sangwoo forced a tightlipped smile and shook his head-- time with you was more important than he'd ever let on but there was always a part of him that wanted to come clean. To spill his guts to you, about the shady shit he was doing, about how much he loved you- had loved you for so many years. You could decide for yourself to discard him or maybe...just maybe you'd pull him closer. Sangwoo liked to occasionally dream of you telling him it would be okay, you'd figure out the mess together, that you would always be at his side...dreams were such silly little things.

"Sangwoo!" A voice called, familiar and warm, Sangwoo turned to see his mother in her booth bathed in golden light, different fish and food carefully cut and wrapped around her. "Ahh-- and (your name) too! What a nice surprise." She smiled brightly as she motioned the two of you over. You grinned brightly, wasting no time as Sangwoo followed with a soft sigh. "You look like you've lost weight dear, have you not been eating well? Sangwoo- if you're going to take her out, take her some place with good food." His mother scolded gently and a soft pink tinged the tips of Sangwoo's ears. Watching as his mother puttered about her stall, filling bags for both of you she sat against a stool in a corner and stared at the pair of you side by side with a small smile. "You know...I had always hoped the pair of you would be together. You'd make such a lovely couple, and children!" She chuckled.

It was your turn to flush, giving an awkward laugh as you turned your attention to your cup of tea, "Oh no, I don't think so- Sangwoo gets to meet all kinds of accomplished pretty women in his travels." You nudged Sangwoo in his ribs playfully with a forced grin. He could do far better than you- you'd settled for an average job, comfortable, still local. Sangwoo was the golden boy hero- climbing the corporate ladder, you didn't doubt he had beautiful and far more accomplished women than yourself throwing themselves at him. You were happy for this alone time you had with him- it didn't have to be any more than that, you would take whatever Sangwoo would give you.

You were just blissfully unaware he'd give you the world if you asked. But that's what he loved and hated about you- you never asked him for anything.

A pout seemed to pull at his mother's features and she waved a hand, "Nonsense, that isn't the man my son is." Her gaze shifted to Sangwoo who shuffled his feet uncomfortably at the conversation. "I mean it- you take her out someplace nice, and you-- wear a dress. Finally work this out so I can have grandchildren before I die." she huffed and Sangwoo's face flushed as he averted his gaze and lifted the cigarette back to his lips before heaving a sigh.

"Okay, okay." you chuckled warmly- as soon as the words had left your lips, Sangwoo's head snapped to you so quickly he could hear it pop, "We'll go for a nice date next time. I'll even dress up- I promise." Your eyes caught his and you gave him a wink as his mother seemed relieved enough to let you go after a little more chit chat. As you walked away, both with plastic bags full of food to put in your kitchen you heaved a sigh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to catch you off guard- I could just tell you weren't having that talk today." You chuckled, bumping against his side and Sangwoo paused, your brow furrowed as he remained silent for a while. "Sangwoo...?"

"I wouldn't mind..." he muttered, averting his gaze from you as you continued to stride in sync beside him, "A date...to do what she said." He looked to you, the words had left his lips so gingerly- you'd never seen Sangwoo actually being shy. It was enough that a toothy grin split your lips.

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· Outside of the games? He probably finds it kind of cute or endearing how sleepy or tired you are all the time. Though Gi Hun will ask initially if there’s something wrong with you that makes you so tired all the time, he worries—are you not getting enough rest? Are you working too hard? Is something stressing you out??

· If it isn’t anything medical that causes it, Gi Hun will be more relaxed about it- trying to keep an eye out for any tell tale signs of your exhaustion so he can direct your head to his shoulder or guide you to the couch or bed if you’re at either apartment.

· Do you fall asleep in ridiculous places? Funny positions? Gi Hun absolutely takes pictures and teases you with them. He’s not mean about it- often poking at how cute you are, how adorable that pose is, ect. Should you ask him to delete the photos he absolutely will though he’ll pout about it for a little bit and say that you have to let him get other pictures of you then.

· But if it is a medical or mental reason that’s keeping you from getting enough rest, Gi Hun would offer to do whatever he can to try and help. Rub sleepy lavender lotion on your back? Remind you to take melatonin or a sleep aid before bed, he’d do his best to remember even if it meant calling you from the horse tracks. Looking up tips online on how to fall asleep or stay asleep, finding playlists that are supposed to help; he may not have the funds but he’s got the heart to do what he can.

· Within the Games though- Gi Hun is far more understanding to why you’re sleepy and exhausted; especially after the night fights and players killing each other. He’ll welcome you into the group whether Sang Woo likes it or not, telling you they take shifts and he’ll protect you, ain’t nobody laying a hand on you babes.

· When the number of players start dwindling more and more, Gi Hun will be far more protective and it will certainly show. He’ll suggest you share a bed- swearing up and down he doesn’t mean it “that” way, just that he wants to keep an eye on you to make sure you’re safe. He will willingly sacrifice his own rest if it means you survive another night

Hwang Junho x female reader nsfw ?

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[[daddy? sorry....daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry- nsfw drabble below]]

The first time it happens, you panic- thinking something is wrong, you did something wrong- brow furrowed and eyes frantically searching Gi Hun's as you ask him a flurry of questions inbetween apologies. It's Gi Hun tightening his grip, a sound between a moan and sob that catches in his throat before he can finally stammer out that it's because he loves you so. That he doesn't deserve you, someone so good and so perfect.

He'd have little spells like this before: saying that you could do better than him, someone you didn't have to bail out, someone without his faults and flaws. But yet you stuck around. You paid off a few debts or bills here and there when you could afford to, you reminded him of birthdays or holidays coming up, you made him dinners, you fucked him into nirvana. Gi Hun didn't know what he did to deserve you but he'd love and worship you until you came to your senses.

It happens sometimes when Gi Hun is a little too deep in his own thoughts and you try to lure him from said thoughts. Your lips finding his, a little chapped but so pliant and willing under you. The way your hands play with his hair- when you push it back from his face to look at him while you impale yourself on his cock, when you ground yourself using it while he laps at you greedily (he loves the way your thighs seem to squeeze him when he licks just the perfect pattern), the feeling of your nails lazily dragging along his scalp when you toy with his hair after. Those same lips spilling praises and sweet nothings that even after sex it's a few stray sniffles as he holds your bared body against his own.

Other times it's in the midst of sex, when Gi Hun is blissed out after you've pulled orgasm after orgasm from his body, you aren't fully satisfied with him until he's spent. Sometimes you talk dirty; about Gi Hun stuffing you with cum until you're pregnant, wanting him to fuck you until the neighbors complain. Sometimes it's you giving soft croons and coos of how good he makes you feel, that theres no other man you'd ever want. It just brings him to tears that Gi Hun has someone like you; girlfriend, succubus, whatever-- you're too good for him.

Either way, on the occassion Gi Hun does cry during or after sex you're quick to comfort and console him. Kissing and brushing away his tears, holding him close to your chest while stroking his hair or rubbing his back, promising him you'll be right back and return with a glass of water or tea and a snack. You're so incredibly good to him, Gi Hun will be better--no, he'll do better. He'll call the number on that card.