#kangsaebyeok

In which, you drag Kang Sae byeok into countless clubs - desperate to prove she could have fun every once in a while. Though she tries not to, Sae can’t help but enjoy herself in your presence, having a better night than she ever thought she would.

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❝𝗶 𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸.❞

wc - 1.7k , saebyeok x fem!reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - blood, knives, stabbing, angst(?), deok-su

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ⋫ 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎 ) - ENEMIES TO LOVERS ?

⤷ DURING THE chaotic night, you get cut with a players knife. as you try to fight the pain, someone who you didn't expect──noticed you were acting different.

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      YOUR SHAKEN FORM lay painfully on your back as the sharp stinging in your side felt like it was getting worse and worse with each minute. there was no way you were falling asleep, not only from the pain in your side but the anxiety in which chaos would break again.

the night prior when the lights went out, everyone went completely ballistic. fighting, punching, kicking, stabbing—to try and kill each other for cash. since everyone here was worth more dead than alive, there was no doubt trouble between each player would stay at ease.

you stayed near 456, 199, 218, and 001 to be hidden and to be in a crowded area with a few others so you could be hidden and that someone wouldn't see you as an easy kill.

at one point, 199 had noticed you close behind them even with the flashing lights and he immediately tapped the person beside him as he spun around and got ready to defend himself, also alerting the two others in the process. 001 had seemed to be gone.

you frantically explained to 199 that you weren't a threat and you weren't going to hurt them, and after a few consecutive flashes of bright light letting you see his face fully, he agreed to let you in their group.

not long after 067—who you really despised, came to join the four of you after. you didn't expect to see her again, and especially over a death game like this.

001, who was with the three earlier had been standing on the top bunk of a bunk bed, calling out to stop the madness, and thankfully as soon as he said that multiple guards burst into the room to stop it all.

during all of that, you were so quick to take into account how 067 was apparently with your group, and how she could and would kill you at that moment, also seeing the sharp glint in her eyes as she glared at you with her pocket knife clutched by her side.

number 101 unexpectedly had come up behind you and pushed you to the ground as well as the action of leaving your jacket and tee shirt under it to lift slightly, revealing your skin on your side. when you frantically started to get up, anxiety pumping through your veins—he slashed the cold blade of a small knife against your side near your rib cage.

you stay there, on the ground—trying to comprehend if that just happened as your body froze. it was like you were glued to the floor and even though you were panicking, you didn't make the effort to try to get up—and that's when it all hit.

a searing pain that felt like your flesh was burning where the man had dug the knife some-what deep into your skin, shot down your side. your heart pounded, you could hear it in your ears and it canceled all the yelling and screaming in the room with the flashing lights, not helping your now dazed and blurry vision—immediately making you feel light-headed as you sweat from the adrenaline.

as you fought to stay awake, a ringing sound faded in—which overpowered your fast heartbeat. all you remembered was getting a few kicks to the side before someone else rushed over to you and kneeled down to your level as you then laid effortlessly on the ground in pain.

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though when you woke up, the lights were back on and you were still with the rest of your group. everything was the same, except for the few people who had gotten killed in the madness and the still piercing pain in your side.

and now you are here. laying useless as you didn't think at this moment—you could go on any longer. you told yourself you would try to hold off the pain through the next game but when you found out it was a tug of war those plans really changed. you wanted to do the best for your team and you needed to help because if they lost, you lost. even though you didn't think you could fight any longer, you didn't want to be one of those people who screws it up for everyone as they each needed the money for important reasons. even if they were complete bitches, like saebyeok—everyone needed the money.

once you won against the other team, you had been so relieved but by the end of the long day, tired and hurt—you've had enough.

you exhale heavily, and saebyeok who was a bunk across from you—turned her head and stared at you attentively but sharply, before furrowing her eyebrows and walking over to you.

head turned the other way, you didn't notice at first until you heard footsteps approaching and eventually stopping behind you. you quickly turn over but regret it from the quick action.

"f-" you cursed quietly, then met the gaze of a cold saebyeok standing before you.

"why the fuck are you over here?" you scowled in almost a whisper with a mixture of frustration but anger by her presence, still trying to keep your voice low in order not to wake the other players to cause chaos again.

"you've been acting different," she said flatly. was that a bad thing?—did she think you were setting up some crazy plan?

"how would you know how i originally act—?" you spat surprisingly but in an annoyed tone "—how would you know i've been acting differently if you apparently don't give a fuck about what i do."

to be fair, you had every right to think what you thought. why would she care.

the girl blinked and lowered her head. she hated herself for this and didn't know why—but she noticed herself being anxious when going onto every game. in addition to worrying about herself, she also worried about you. when she had finished cutting her cookie and showed it to the guard, she looked back at you as she was led out to see you shaking and not even halfway done. she had gone back to the big room, nervous if you would even come back. why would she want to see you again? you'd assume she'd never want to.

so at the moments, you were there, she would take quick gazes at you. sitting and watching you. it may have seemed like a threat if you noticed—how she was watching your every move like you were prey. but really she didn't mean any harm like you thought she always did.

though when she felt the fuzzy feeling in her stomach again, she quickly looked away.

"if you're hurt. you need to get help."

"who said I was hurt." you retorted, "besides, no one cares if you're hurt here saebyeok. are you delusional? have you not noticed we're participating in games where you die and the guards are helping whoever created this fucking thing. the players don't care, they want you dead because just you alone are worth more than 10,000 dollars. people were killing others last night because they don't care."

"I could kill you on the spot, right now and all that would happen is more money will fill up into that piggy bank. here, you're worth nothing but money."

"(Y/N). i know you're hurt, for fucks sake i watched you get cut with the knife." she retorted and her voice raised higher though was still cold, "—let alone helping you up when no one did. see, maybe not anyone here cares. but i do."

you didn't know what to say, but still stayed where you sat as you glared back at her. "if no one here is going to help you. i will."

saebyeok motions for you to follow her as you reluctantly get up. another burning sensation shoots down your side, and you wince with the sudden movement.

slowly following behind her, you walk across the sides of the room to prevent walking right through the middle and when you reach the big door, saebyeok hits her fist against it and soon enough a guard looks through the window. he opened the door slowly and saebyeok gave him a look before walking past him with you quickly behind her tracks.

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saebyeok grabbed a piece of toilet paper from out of one of the stalls and walked to the sink to which she soaked it with water. now standing in front of you, you stared flatly at her but nodded to show you could let her help you, weak to protest anyways. saebyeok nodded in affirmation and lifted your green jacket as well as the white shirt under it just to reveal the deep wound on your body. lightly, she dabbed the wet cloth over it which covered it all in dark crimson that was still dripping from the small but deep wound.

she quickly ran to the stall and threw the piece of toilet paper in the garbage and walked out with another one doing the same thing. each time the cold water came in contact with your already stinging wound, you hissed as it felt like the knife had stabbed you right then and there from the pressure.

"i don't think this is going to work." you winced, looking down to see blood still flowing out steadily. it wasn't as much as before so it helped quite a bit, despite not having the liquid you need for cleaning wounds that you buy at the store.

she just scoffed and once the blood wasn't completely dripping out, she said, "take off your jacket." and continued applying water to it to absorb the blood.

hesitantly, you took it off and she tied it around your waist to cover it up.

"i don't know if that will help much." she said sternly, "—but we don't have anything else."

now the two of you stand in silence, the tension building as you look longingly into her eyes.

you felt something different, not the strong feeling of anger and annoyance just by her presence, but a warm feeling on how she really did want to help you, and that she cared. maybe you felt like that all along, but now—it was your moment to realize.

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note !

Squid Game - Marbel Scene AU Kiribaku

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THE TOY SHOPPE y/n worked at was fairly crowded the eve of new years as civilians throughout the busan desperately sought to search for last minute gifts for those who were worth giving.

the amount of pressure placed upon y/n was immense-- her whole shift consisted of herself being on her own two feet for hours, writing receipts for toy purchases and boxing and wrapping gifts for those who desired the service.

quickly though, a girl her age that she'd never seen before walked into the establishment and rapidly caught her attention from across the room. she had short raven hair and eyes that could captivate anyone in the room.

y/n's eyes were on her for a while despite the awfully crowded room, but the girl didn't seem to notice, her eyes were focused on the displayed train set that moved in the center of the store.

"y/n! the phone!" y/n's manager yelled at her from across the room which broke her gaze on the girl. she shook her head and recollected herself. "i'm on it ma'am." 

the phone call ended and so did y/n's fixated gaze on the young woman who caught her attention at work. she searched for the girl with her eyes across the room, but she was no where to be found. y/n sighed, not sure why she was so captivated with the girl but also disappointed she didn't have the opportunity to talk to her as well.

y/n then continued about her work not giving it anymore thought. while jotting some information, she felt someone peering over her as she did so.

looking up, y/n caught the gaze of the girl from the across the room, the one she was so intrigued by. from up close she could easily spot the freckles splattered across her small nose and cheekbones and the dimples that sunk in her chin while she was smiling at her.

"hi, i'm here for the jennie doll of this year," she expressed calmly while y/n was still clearly shaken up by the sight of her.

"o-oh ma'am, i'm sorry but we're all sold out- b-but we've got plenty of other dolls-"

"when you were eight, what did you want for the new year?" she asked the stammering girl in a serious manner-- almost as if she was conducting an interview for her. y/n thought to herself for a while before saying, "i really wanted a train set."

"a train set?" the girl asked now growing intrigued. "not dolls or dresses, but a train set?"

"yes, i grew very fond of train sets since my father worked on trains when i was little," she explained further before flipping the conversation around. "and you? what did you want for christmas when you were eight?"

the girl thought to himself for some seconds, unable to come up with an answer so she simply said, "i can't recall."

y/n awkwardly shook her head at his response, unsure of what to say but also sure she wanted this conversation to last longer. the two looked in each other's eyes which was safe to say made y/n weak in the knees.

"well, maybe my brother will like a train set, perhaps," the girl said, awkwardly breaking their unintended staring contest. "thank you...?"

"y/n. you're welcome-"

"sae-byeok, kang sae-byeok," she responded proudly. with the minutes remaining y/n had gotten sae byeok's address for the toy to be shipped to her home new year's day,