* 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧 ─

  ─  this is a selective blog dedicated to write the freakiest little bastard in sq*id game show ; by nassy . follow with caution because there'll be pretty triggering and sexual themes ahead . every headcanon i have in this blog belong to me as well as his name and background . * you can find relevant information below the cut .

the shirt doesn't cover up much . it's hitched up past the curve of his hips when jungsuk pulls the duvet away from him ─ he's on his stomach , one leg curled up and half of his face buried in soft pillow ; he groans out an inaudible complaint but it falls on deaf ears as usual . ‘ uhh . yeah ? the room is freezing . ‘ he mumbles , already eager to go back to sleep but the cold bothered him . he blindly reached behind himself , shifted with an annoyed huff and finally turned to lay on his back and glare at jungsuk . last night was also a night jungsuk swore not to touch yejun ─ it's funny . unlike yejun , he barely leaves the island and yejun likes to think his obsession is simply because he's starved of affection and touch . he doesn't want to think there is anything genuine between them , it's easier this way .. then again , he could pretty much find anyone he wants with a face like that . can't tell anything about his charms or his ability to pursue nor seduce someone , but he was a good looking man . jungsuk came to seoul and sought him out immediately , he doesn't come to yejun's place for some reason but they can stay at a hotel . some hotels are cheap , and they apparently have cold nights . despite the duvet . ‘ couldn't find my own shirt . ‘ his head falls back on the pillow , eyes close as he mumbles . ‘ come back to bed . it's probably five in the morning .. ‘ his arm falls limp on the sheets , palm facing the ceiling as if waiting for jungsuk to come back . no , they don't cuddle , they don't do that anymore . physical touch remains behind the limits of drunken sex or very rough sober sex . yejun can't decide if he misses it or not ─ but he's cold now and jungsuk looks warm . his eyes graze over the man's form , shirtless and standing near the bed with an awkward stance . it touches a very specific part of his heart that he is unable to ignore for now . a small smile slowly stretches over his lips , slightly groggy with sleep .

it wasn't even his fault . player 333 closed the door and thank heavens he did , youngmi was merely an unfortunate soul who couldn't run fast enough . and yejun was being so quiet about the other players' grief ─ why can't none of them fucking appreciate it ? he knew they wanted his and her places swapped , that the recruiter deserved such death instead of a young woman who could have a bright future if she won the money . but yejun didn't think like that , yejun might not deserve to breathe after the atrocious he committed but he continued to live exactly because he was so stubborn . hyunju was quiet , seated on her bunk with her head low as yejun silently sipped on his milk , eyeing the other players that awaited their turn to get meal .

when she speaks , he is startled to see her resigned little glare ─ tired , pretty , staring like yejun was nothing more than a two faced snake . there are sharp comebacks on the tip of his tongue , the granny scrunches her nose when she looks at him and her stupid son clenches his fists ready for a blow . every player has their reason to hate him to hell but hyunju had to show some sort of tenderness because .. because they were quite intimate before she found out about his job ! ‘ i don't think you want to hear anything clever . ‘ he says with a growing smile , it's not a friendly one because he's a selfish man who's jealous of how deeply hyunju is grieving over that girl's death . yejun hates it , he's glad player 333 closed the door but he's also aware that he didn't actively do anything to stop hyunju from getting closer to youngmi . a few beats of silence pass before he says in a soothing tone . ‘ it wasn't my fault . you were the one who grabbed my arm and dragged me in . ‘ a bitter reminder to freshen the wound . yejun is always quite skilled in that , reminding people , his memory is good , he hold grudges . he sits on his own bed which is beside hyunju's , and rests elbows on his knees . parts his lips with a smirk and closes them around the straw , never breaking the eye contact .

his face is bruised . split lip and purple painting his jaw , there are several tender bruises blooming on his ribs too but the recruiter is glad they're covered ─ he's down on his knees in front of the one eyed man and for a moment he expects him to scold his men for beating him up ; but no . he takes one long look at the state the recruiter is reduced to , and calmly announces this little warning visit could have gone much better . yejun snorts , rolls his eyes but keep sitting there on his knees . feels one of the men grab his hair and force him to look up at their leader ─ a new face around seoul . each questionable man around these neighborhoods were known to the recruiter yet this one , he seems like a new face . and yejun ! yejun knows how to handle a situation , protect himself and beat men back but there were three of them and holy shit they seemed trained . suspicious , they called him , wanted to stick their big noses in his business . ‘ you could have try to be less fucking obvious . amateur . ‘ the end of his sentence is morphed into a furious growl when his hair is yanked . he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath . ‘ i'm just a salesman . i sell ddakji cards and fake money . ‘

it will always amaze him how the phones actually work around this place . well , not really , there's an inside web of connection that only specific people can use and the recruiter was one of them . he visits when he's invited , most of the times he is ─ his phone vibrates and inho's name lights up : ' bossss ' . no words leave his lips when he answers , sending the rooster vip a small smile or understanding as he whispers ' sorry sorry ' , he kind of cut his stupid ramble off when he answered his phone . inho's voice from the other side , firm and demanding , knowing yejun will listen . both because he would rather spend his midnight with inho rather than this man . and because he has to obey .

the boat is too shaky , keeps knocking over strong waves and yejun has no choice but to grip onto the edge of the boat to keep himself still and focused . eventually he glances back at the soldier that's riding the boat ─ a trusted man , who will get shot by yejun when they reach their destination . he presses into the wound , blood soaking the cloth , the island burns behind them and yejun doesn't bother to turn around and look at the great smoke rising off it . ‘ you need to stay awake . ‘ there was no trace of his usual behavior ; nothing sweet nor playful about the way he's treating this situation . his reddened fingers tremble , glancing up again to see nothing but black waters around them .

there's a lamp near them and another is with the captain , he pulls the cloth away once and seeing the amount of blood that's oozed out of the wound makes him let out a shaky breath . ‘ hey you . stop the boat for a while . ‘ the captain glances at him and yejun sends him a stare ; unwavering and intimidating . the boat slows down , the engine not roaring and the waters moving gently around them . it's eerily silent , save for the quiet sounds of the sea , and yejun's hands tearing away the plastic wrapper of the needles . the standard things that had to be present in every boat from the island , this one was no different . he takes his blazer off , loosens his tie as he knees by the older man and unzips his tracksuit . ‘ i need to clean it first . ‘ obsessively careful , determined . thought that doesn't mean he won't curse while he's pushing the cloth away from the man's shoulder . ‘ fucking idiot .. tell me you shot her in the fucking head you little puppy . what ? you couldn't step on the snake's head before it bit you in the ass ? idiot . ‘ hissing , mouth full of insults despite how gentle his touch is . his skin glistening with sweat , wiping his temple with the back of his hand . ‘ stay still .. ‘