I've Got You
Oneshot! (Request)
Pairing: Inho (Young-il) x Fem!Reader (y/n)
Fandom: Squid Game (오징어 게임)
Summary: In the brutal world of the Squid Game, vulnerability is a weakness — but when she’s attacked during the night, In-ho is reminded that she’s not just another player. Not to him.
What begins with a bloodstained return from the bathroom ends with a vow: he will protect her — no matter what it costs.
Warnings: Sexual assault attempt (non-explicit, interrupted). Violence. Blood. PTSD/trauma responses. Protective behavior. Mentions of physical altercation and fear. Emotional vulnerability.
Author's Note: This was also an anon request and it was the first time I was writing fluff and all but I actually enjoyed it and I hope y'all will enjoy it too. Reblogs and comments are appreciated 🫶🏻
Words Count: 1044
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The moment she stood up, he noticed.
Even behind the expressionless face, In-ho — still disguised as Young-il — tracked her every movement. She quietly slipped away from the group, heading toward the door tucked in the corner of the dormitory — the only one that led to the bathrooms.
Two other players followed minutes later.
That was the first thing that made his jaw tense.
She was capable — fierce, even — but there was something about those two men that didn’t sit right with him. The kind of men who watched too long. Laughed too loud. Waited for isolation like predators.
He stayed where he was for a while, forcing himself to wait, to watch. His eyes were locked on the bathroom door.
She hasn’t come out yet. What’s taking so long?
Something felt wrong. He knew it in his bones.
And then it happened.
“Player 206 — eliminated.”
“Player 387 — eliminated.”
He was on his feet in an instant.
His eyes were locked on the bathroom door as he pushed through the crowd, practically jogging. His chest tightened with each step.
And just then… the door burst open.
And there she was.
Stumbling back into the dorm, clothes torn at the sleeve, face pale — and hands covered in blood.
Gasps rippled through the room. Players turned to stare, some stepping back.
But In-ho didn’t move.
Because she wasn’t supposed to look like that.
Not her.
Not the one person who had reminded him — even if just for a fleeting moment — of something worth saving in this hellhole.
She stood frozen, trembling. Still catching her breath. Still unaware of how violently her hands were shaking.
That’s when it hit him.
Not panic. Not fear.
Rage.
Quiet. Cold. Deadly.
The kind of rage that made people disappear.
He moved forward quickly, stripped off the jacket of his tracksuit, and gently wrapped it around her shoulders.
Then he pulled her into his arms.
“It’s alright,” he whispered, voice steady. “I’ve got you.”
He held her close — as if he could shield her from everything she’d just gone through. Everything he was supposed to protect her from.
“I’m here. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”
When he finally pulled back, her face was streaked with tears, lips trembling. He gently cupped her cheeks, brushing them away with the pads of his thumbs.
“Come,” he said softly, and guided her back to her bunk. His arm stayed firmly around her waist, his other hand cradling hers. Once there, he eased her down onto the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her.
“Tell me what happened,” he said, voice low, almost too calm. “Everything.”
She hesitated. Her voice shook.
“I… I went to the bathroom. Then those two guys — the ones who voted ‘O’ — came in after me. I tried to leave, but they blocked the door. Started yelling, asking why I voted ‘X’. They got in my face.”
Tears welled again, and In-ho’s jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached.
“Some of the others who also voted ‘X’ showed up. Tried to help me. But then they all started fighting. I tried to get out, but one of them grabbed me and—” she paused, voice breaking. “He tore my sleeve.”
Her head lowered in shame, and she couldn’t even finish the sentence.
In-ho swallowed the storm building in his chest. He pressed his lips to the back of her hands gently.
“You don’t need to say more.”
He rose and sat beside her, voice softer now. “You need to clean up. I’ll take you to the bathroom—”
“No!” she said quickly, gripping his hand tight. “I… I don’t want to go back there. Please. Don’t leave me, Young-il.”
His heart cracked at the sound of her pleading voice. He immediately pulled her into a hug, pressing her to his chest.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, brushing a kiss to her temple.
He pulled back and said, “But you need to get the blood off. Let me grab some wet towels. I’ll be fast, okay? Can you wait for me?”
Reluctantly, she nodded.
In-ho gave her one more reassuring squeeze, then stood up and headed toward the bathroom. But before he returned, he paused in front of the guards standing nearby.
His hand shot out, grabbing one by the collar and slamming him into the wall.
“Where the hell were you?” he growled, low and lethal. “I told you to watch over her.”
The guards lowered their heads in silence.
In-ho released him with a shove, his voice dangerously calm. “You’ll pay for this. All of you will.”
Then he turned and walked back to the dorm.
The lights had dimmed now. Players were settling into their bunks. He quickly made his way back to her.
Y/n laid curled up in a ball on her bed, hugging her knees to her chest. But when she saw him, her expression softened with relief as she sat up.
“Y-Young-il…”
“I’m here,” he said, sitting beside her.
He took one of the towels and gently wiped the blood from her face, carefully — as if afraid to hurt her. Then he took her hands, one at a time, cleaning them tenderly.
Setting the towels aside, he zipped up the jacket she now wore — his jacket — and reached for her hands again.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I should’ve protected you. I didn’t know—”
He broke off, jaw tightening again.
“But it won’t happen again. I swear it.”
Then, softly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers — gentle, comforting, steady.
She clutched the front of his shirt, kissing him back, desperate for something that felt real. Something that felt safe.
When they parted, he leaned his forehead against hers and whispered, “I’ll protect you. I won’t let anything like that happen again.”
“Please stay with me,” she whispered.
He gave a quiet nod, brushing another kiss to her forehead. Then he pulled off his shoes and climbed onto the bunk beside her, gently drawing her against him.
“Rest now,” he murmured. “I’m right here.”
She curled into his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist as his hand stroked her back. And for the first time since stepping into that nightmare, she felt safe enough to let her eyes close.
She finally let herself sleep.
