Snowed In - Masterlist

Snowed In - Masterlist

Rafe Cameron

enemies to lovers, best friends brother, stuck in a room together…so many tropes, how will it end?

❥ = smut

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Oblivious, as Always

Requested by: @eternal-f4ll

Pairing: Keys x reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Keys, Y/N

Description: Y/N has decided to work with Keys to make a new model for the game. However, things take a turn when Keys places his hand on Y/Ns.

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Punishments [P.P]

summary: peter doesn’t something bad so he has to be punished

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing

a/n: i can’t stop making smaus. help.

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Soju

Desc: Jun-ho and you are partners in the South Korean police force. When he takes on the Squid Game case to find his brother, you come with him. Angst, fluff, coworkers to friends to lovers, stuff typical to Squid Game, some light misogyny, etc.

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"Oppa, the light is green." You shook Jun-ho awake, and he inhaled heavily, stepping on the gas. "We're almost there."

"Right, right, sorry..." He was awkwardly apologetic, not used to such long drives at late night. "I've told you before, you can just say Jun-ho."

"Modern times call for no respect, huh?" You answered slyly, but leaned forward in the seat.

"We're partners, Y/n. That means equal treatment and respect between the two of us." He glanced at you, watching you smile at that slightly. "It's not like you want me to call you Noona, right?"

You snorted. "I'm not older than you, but I get your point, Jun-ho."

He finally smiled, despite himself, as he continued to drive after the van that contained Gi-hun.

You had been appointed as his partner at the station a few weeks ago. It had taken Jun-ho a while to get used to it, even though he was such a young officer.

For one thing, South Korea didn't usually hire women for police work, as misogynistic as it was, and sometimes Jun-ho felt like that was for a good reason.

Women are physically weaker, and it's up to us to protect them, he'd rationalize. No collateral damage is necessary here.

Then Jun-ho had come into the station one day to meet you. You had stood your ground so firmly, about being his partner, you wouldn't even take no for an answer.

Now he was largely used to that, and he was glad to have you by his side. Despite some of the teasing that went along with having a female partner, Jun-ho knew you were the most resilient, street smart person he could rely on. He tended to see the bigger picture a lot more, while you were super detail focused.

But Jun-ho was still human, and as you drove through the night, he couldn't help but feel a small warmth in his chest, just from being close to you. He told himself it was because it had been such a long time since he had been close to any woman, so he just wasn't used to it, but either way it was hard to ignore.

Now you were sitting here, staring out the window. There were a lot of unmarked streets you had drove by, but you still wrote down every out of the ordinary, recognizable thing, anything that would detail the route out correctly to the other police.

“Remembering all the details is important for the report we have to give in.” You said, as you also jotted down everything that had happened so far.

Jun-ho knew you were clever.

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It had been at least three hours of driving, and you were losing patience.

“You think you still have the right vehicle?” You chortled, but one look from Jun-ho’s sleep deprived face silenced you. “Okay, I’ll drive now.”

“No-” He tried saying, but you unbuckled your seatbelt, and put your hand on the door handle. Jun-ho came to a stop instantly, sighing.

Sometimes you could be a little stubborn, and that was annoying, but he knew he had no right to talk. Falling asleep at the wheel would help no one.

You switched spots, as you clambered into the back seat and let Jun-ho climb over into shotgun, and then you made your way to the driver's seat. There was something intimate about having to do your work in the same place, and interchangeably moving around like this, the feeling of your presences everywhere, but it wasn't important enough to talk about right now.

You hit the gas, seeing that the minivan ahead had moved quite quickly, and your car drove even faster.

"Y/n- Jesus Christ, give me a second- this isn't safe!-" Jun-ho quickly buckled his seatbelt, and then buckled yours, his knuckles brushing against your stomach.

"Gotta move fast if we want to keep up." You responded, and he nodded. "Hey, there's some tteokbokki for you in the takeout box- it's in my backpack in front of you-"

Jun-ho opened it up, and smelt the wonderful sweet-spicy scent of gochujang, ginger, and garlic. The slight steam of the rice cakes made his stomach grumble, and he immediately skewered some and ate them.

"When did you have the time to get this?" He asked, voice muffled.

"Oh, I made it at home." You cheerfully replied, glancing at him. "I figured we wouldn't have time to get food."

"You're a great cook." Jun-ho murmured, and then looked towards the floor apologetically. "I didn't even get you anything-"

"Oh, stop that." You insisted. "You had to bring me along because I kept harassing you about it. This was the least I could do."

Jun-ho silently disagreed, because you were his partner and equal and all that. You were supposed to come along no matter what he said.

"Besides," You added. "If you really want to make it up to me, we should go out for soju after work someday. You know, as coworkers, partners? We've never had a happy hour."

"I mean, yeah. We should do that. Sounds fun." Jun-ho agreed.

He realized that yeah, he liked hanging out with you, and he did a poor job of being a work friend at least. But he kind of wished you hadn't said the coworker thing.

It would've been cooler under other pretenses, to go out drinking with a pretty girl, but he knew he wasn't going to say no to you regardless of the circumstances.

"Alright, cool." You nodded at him. "Sorry for being distracting. We should focus on your brother now."

Jun-ho agreed, but he clarified that you were a welcome distraction, and he drifted off to sleep.

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When you had arrived at the mysterious island, surrounded by other identical minivans, you had woken up Jun-ho, and hidden with him.

The next few hours after that were hellish.

"Listen- if I don't come back soon, go to the station and tell them what you know." He had explained, as you stayed hidden together, and you had shook your head.

"I can't just let you go!" You had reprimanded him. "All we know is that Gi-hun and your brother are in debt. That's not enough."

"I'll figure it out. I just… I don't want you to be unsafe because of me." Jun-ho had stared into your eyes for a few moments, and you felt like you were betraying him by staying. "Now go, or find a way in without me, because then I can't stop you." Those had been his final words to you.

Jun-ho had clambered into one of the minivans without you, despite your pleading to come up with a stronger plan, and a strange masked man in a pink jumpsuit had walked in.

From behind your bush, you had made out a scuffle, a real fight as the minivan shook, and a couple of minutes later, you knew that the pink silhouette that came out was not the same one as before.

It was Jun-ho.

He had found his way into the island, as several other pink masked men walked around. You had ended up losing him among all the others.

Then, a hand had yanked you out of your bush.

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"I'm going to say this once. Leave these premises." Another masked man in a pink jumpsuit, with a monotone, robotic voice. His mask had a square on it.

"I…" You didn’t know what to say. Jun-ho hadn't told you why his brother was here.

The man scanned your ear with some machine, and whatever the result was seemed to unsatisfy him further.

A triangle-marked masked man walked up to his colleague.

"Number 14." Square Mask acknowledged him.

"Should I eliminate her?" 14 asked, brandishing a gun, and you realized he was talking to his superior.

Please say no, please say no, please say no. You stared at the ground, wondering what would happen if you brought up your badge.

"No." Square Mask replied sternly, and then turned to you. "I think we can bring her in for a few more questions."

And they both lifted you by your arms. Before you could even scream for help, Square Mask clamped his hand around your mouth.

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You were in a fancy lounge. It kind of looked like a bank, but honestly you weren't too sure. You had blacked out after they had taken you.

What kind of bank would willingly take on several people stuck in debt?

You tapped your feet together, feeling chilly in this well air conditioned room. 14 and 86, Square Mask's number, had brought you here and left you behind.

But as they had done that, they had placed you on this leather couch with such a perverse nature, their hands roaming across your body and legs as if they hadn't touched a woman in a long time, and it was then you had woken up.

You were terrified, but still an officer, and you were capable enough to become dead weight, which had stopped them.

"The Front Man will see you soon." 86 had sneered at you, and now you were here, utterly alone and scared.

You wished desperately that you and Jun-ho hadn't been separated, but there was nothing to do about that now.

Eventually, he arrived. The Front Man, dressed in all black, walking with a methodical nature.

His voice too was modified beyond recognition; and he sat in front of you, greeting you, the polygonal shape of his mask making it incapable for you to read any emotion.

You swallowed, feeling like you had walked into a cult.

"L/n Y/n." He stated, and you started in surprise. "What are you doing here, officer?"

You choked in surprise. "Uh- How did you?"

"Please. We've got our fair share of information here." He tilted his head at you. "Let's talk this out, shall we?"

You shook your head. "I'm here on an investigation. There is no reason for this conversation to be taking place."

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear." The Front Man leaned in, and you were unnerved. "Local police officers of South Korea don't have warrants for these kinds of investigations. Nor do you have the ability to ask for back up. I'm aware you had a gun, a badge, and a cell phone, but these things are no longer in your possession."

He placed a glass on the table between you, and a decanter of wine. You felt your jacket pockets, and sure enough, 86 and 14 had removed your only defense.

"Listen carefully. The odds are against you. Any foolish actions, and you will be killed." He finally said.

"That's hardly legal." You tried, and he seemed to roll his eyes behind the mask.

"Does the way anyone got here seem legal?" He asked, and you realized maybe he was right. "You'll find as the days pass by, everything here is largely illegal."

You frowned at that, wondering why he was trapping you here. It sounded like this place had no qualms with death.

"I need a personal chef." He spoke quietly, and if not for the sheer perilous nature of the situation, you would have died laughing. "And you…"

He leaned in again, to caress your hand, and you held yourself back.

"You're just beautiful. Too beautiful to be wasted as a guard." He murmured, and you very nearly gagged. "They're going to love you."

"You don't even know if I can cook-" You attempted to argue, and he laughed, the strange robotic tone coming out in waves.

"That's just a title. Personal cook hardly means anything." He retorted. "Your real purpose is your beauty."

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It wasn't just a title. You spent most of your time in the kitchen, with a few other guards, and to your relief, the Front Man was too preoccupied to deal with you.

You gritted your teeth the whole time, though, hoping that the station would notice you and Jun-ho had gone missing. This misogynistic act, being a wealthy man's little toy to play with, was awful.

The Front Man made you wear a tight, pastel yellow, body-con T-shirt dress, and it just covered your ass, leaving your legs bare besides white knee high socks, and yellow sneakers. He also gave you a yellow chef's hat to wear, as if the rest of the outfit was what chefs typically wore, and as if you really were using that title.

He knew it was breaking your spirit. He seemed to get off on that, watching how you seemed humiliated into being subjugated by him. Insecure men prided themselves on putting down powerful women.

Despite the offers of fancy drinks, of good food from him, you chose to eat what the guards did, and at the same time as them, in their cafeteria. It was a safety measure, because the last thing you wanted was to get drunk and end up in a worse situation.

The Front Man didn't particularly care too much, but he was very specific in his lie that you were a chef, and you were there to work, despite how distracting you might’ve looked.

Today was the day of the second game.

You stirred heated sugar in a large pot, sweating, ignoring the jeering of a few of the guards. They could not handle how you were dressed, let alone how your skin was hot and shiny with beads of sweat, but they never went much farther than dumb comments.

Most of the guards did not care. Their masked faces were usually turned away from you, and as you worked on the dalgona candy, you had a strange sense of satisfaction.

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Eventually the more perverted guards realized you were not to be messed with. You didn't face any backlash for hitting their hands away, and you knew this was because you were being saved for someone, as the Front Man had alluded to before.

It was still helpful even if that was creepy.

You still wondered where Jun-ho was. In this place of masked men, you couldn't really tell which was which, and even worse, you could no longer recognize his build.

You wished you had your phone to text him. You wanted to make sure he was safe, out of danger, but knowing him, he was probably already putting his neck out on the line.

After watching the second game on the screens, you were horrified, watching the candy you had painstakingly made be the cause of people's deaths.

These vulnerable people were being forced to play childlike games in order to win a large sum of money, otherwise they'd die, and that sum only increased with every death, and you completely understood the severity of the Front Man’s statement.

Killing you was just a drop of blood in comparison to everyone else. Especially as a police officer, being in a place where legality seemed to have no power really showed you how entirely fucked the situation was.

This was the key thing you needed to remember when you got out of here, or if you ever would.

The building that this took place in was strange. Colorful pastel hallways and stairwells were made to confuse everyone, including you sometimes, and you had no idea where an exit even would be. It was like you were in a constant dream, following the guards, the bright colours swirling around your mind.

It had all the bells and whistles of a game show, but that was your inherent problem. Why all the fuss of creating such a place, with no one to watch it?

Again, you thought about how the Front Man said “they” were going to love you.

It was night, now, and it was time for bed. You watched the guards make their way to their sleeping quarters.

Unfortunately for you, you did not room with them. You had to stay in one of the lounge bedrooms, and it was here that you were afraid yet again.

The Front Man liked to keep you isolated enough that you weren't capable of making an alliance of any sort.

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For the third game, you were told to purposefully prepare less food. You had already helped make lunch boxes of rice, kimchi, and egg, but now you were being told to make just one boiled egg for each person.

You knew that wasn't enough, but it was still done, and it caused a huge riot among the players. As you watched the bloodbath on screen, with strobing lights, you felt an immense amount of guilt. Maybe if you had snuck in more food, this wouldn't be happening.

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The second night.

You lay in your bed, wearing a long pink nightgown, knowing that the Front Man was doing game business stuff, which was fine. Anything to keep him further away from you.

This room was exquisitely designed, and yet, so many things were missing, like a notepad, or a phone, or even just a closet with things other than skimpy clothing, to keep your options limited. It made you feel homesick, and you wished you could just talk to someone normal again.

You wondered if Jun-ho was sleeping alright, if he was even capable of doing so. You were lucky, because your identity- at least, your face- was somewhat out in the open, and no one questioned it. Jun-ho was stuck pretending to be someone he never was, and with that came a lot of restraint.

You heard a sound, like someone had bumped into a table.

An intruder? You could not be sure, but at the very least, it had to be someone on your side. Everyone here was mostly against you.

You crept out of your room, as gently as possible, and walked down the hallway. You saw a man, brandishing a gun, and when he turned, you realized it was Jun-ho.

The realization dawned on his face, and he ran forwards.

"Y/n, Y/n! Holy shit." He pulled you in for a hug, tightly, his arms wrapping around you as if he would never let go, and it was here you began to tear up. You had missed him so desperately, and the sense of normalcy you felt with him could not be replicated. "I never knew you were here, oh my God. I thought you had gone back."

"...I tried so hard to find you, Jun-ho, but it was impossible." You replied, and he swallowed, feeling incredibly guilty.

“I should have never brought you here.” He spoke softly, with a quiet, apologetic tone, because he didn’t want you to witness anything here. “It’s my brother, not yours, and-”

“Stop that.” You couldn’t let go of him, even if you tried, and your arms were shaking. “It’s part of the job.”

“I wish this wasn’t our job, then.” He corrected, and let go of you, while still holding your hands. “Why did he keep you?”

You quirked your eyebrows. “I’m his ‘personal chef’. Well, actually, I just walk around in a stupidly tight dress, and occasionally cook. Apparently he’s saving me for someone.”

Jun-ho inhaled, the anger getting the better of him. It wasn’t just the blatant nature of taking advantage of you. It was more that they had no idea how capable you were, how you had surely already taken in all the details of this place, of the unethical moments that were clearly going to be apart of your report. If you seemed stubborn, headstrong, kind, and clever before, now you were clearly shaken.

"Are you okay? They didn't… did they?"

"Well… no, nobody has strictly done that." You muttered, shrinking in to yourself. "But… it's been bad sometimes.”

He held your face, gently pressing against your cheeks. “I am so, so sorry. You would’ve been doing normal cases if it wasn’t for me-”

“I’ll get over it, Jun-ho.” You said firmly, nodding at him, and he smiled gently.

“I’m sure you will. But you can’t blame me for being a little concerned.” He was quieter now, but he sounded so resigned. “You’re my friend, Y/n, well really, you mean more to me, but I can’t get into that right now. “

You were surprised at that, but let it go, knowing there would be a moment to talk about that later. You had just assumed the thing between you was all one-sided on your part.

“I can’t- I won’t let you think it’s okay to get fucked up for me. You’re not my sidekick, remember?” Jun-ho finished, looking into your eyes for clarity.

You felt such a warm degree of compassion and care towards Jun-ho now, despite having not seen him for a few days, and it only increased tenfold hearing him say that. That despite everything, you were still his equal, and his partner, and friend. He cared about you, cared about you enough that he couldn’t stop holding you, as if that in itself would protect you.

You wished desperately again, that you could go back to the normal times, but at the very least, you still had Jun-ho.

"Are you okay?” You asked, finally, hoping that he had a better time than you. “Besides all the crazy game show.”

"For the most part, yeah. The guards have a hierarchy, if you didn’t know, it goes Square, Triangle, and then Circle. Top to bottom. I took number 29’s place." Jun-ho stated, as you seemed to take in these facts. He suddenly shuddered, thinking about the horrors in the basement. "I saw some really unethical stuff that you don't want to know about."

"Tell me.” You crossed your arms, as Jun-ho sighed. “C’mon, it’s important for when we tell the station about this. Tell me.”

"Lots of organ harvesting from the dead players. You really don't want to know anymore." He answered, and you gulped, feeling ill at the thought.

"Anything about your brother?" You tried asking, hoping he didn’t find his brother’s dead body, but he shook his head.

"That's why I've come here. There must be records in the Front Man's office."

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As Jun-ho looked, you watched the door, knowing that it would be easier if you worked together in some capacity.

And, unfortunately for the Front Man, you had a perfect alibi now. You were allowed to be in here.

“Y/n… I think I’ve found something.” He motioned at you, and you came a bit closer. “This game has been going on for at least thirty years. Look at the first record book.”

It said 1990 on the spine of the book, and you swallowed in dismay.

“That’s fucked up, Jun-ho. That means this… this crazy game, like a circus of taking vulnerable people and forcing them to put on a show, has been happening for decades.” You spoke with determination, and he nodded, seeing how it was angering you.

“There were 456 people at the start of this current game.” He stated, and then did some quick math. “If we assume that they had at least that many people for thirty years, and a game happens every month or so-”

He grew silent, feeling disgusted, and you bit your lip, bracing yourself.

“At least 163,800 people have died, minus the winners. Maybe more, depending on how frequently the game happens.” Jun-ho finished somberly, and you shook your head in horror.

He kept looking, eventually coming across the book of 2015, and it was here that he gasped very loudly. You turned to look at him.

“My brother… won?” Jun-ho looked at you, confusion clearly apparent. “But where is he, then? What the hell?”

“Maybe he ran away?” You exclaimed, because this whole time, you and Jun-ho had largely been expecting his death. “Think about it. In-ho probably didn’t want to live with the grief of having… having-”

“Having killed so many people. Even indirectly.” Jun-ho finished, feeling like he didn’t have a brother. He had known about his debt, but not about this.

Suddenly, an alarm went off.

You were dazed from the sound, but you put it together. They were searching for number 29.

“Y/n- you gotta go back to your room.” Jun-ho began to push you forward, and you shook your head.

“I can’t leave you again-” You quavered, but he hugged you close and you felt your panic dissipate. “Okay, okay. Just promise me we’ll see each other again, Jun-ho.”

“Of course we will.” He squeezed your hand. “I’m not leaving this island without you.”

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You didn’t have to wait that long.

The Front Man finally made his first proper request of you, and it was astoundingly far worse than anything else you had to do so far.

These bumbling, American billionaires, if not trillionaires, needed to be served food, and now you understood who the game was for. The purpose was simply a bunch of rich men gambling over death, for their entertainment, and it was so obscene, you had to resist punching them in the face.

The VIP that was constantly glancing your way was pissing you off now. Not only were there no boundaries allowed, but he already had all the entertainment he needed from staring at the glass bridge game.

You guessed nothing was enough.

“Oh, waitress girl?” He barked, and you came towards him quickly, your new silver dress nearly exposing you, and flashing him. It was made with a deeper neckline than anything you had ever owned, and you swore when you got back home, you were going to be modest for the rest of your life.

“Be a dear, and salt my food for me.” He smirked at you, and you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to look as passive as possible. Your mask helped in some ways.

The VIP had placed his plate on the floor, and as you attempted to pick it up, he tutted.

It was evident now, he wanted you to bend over, to make a fool out of yourself as your body was displayed in this action for him.

You gritted your teeth, and instead bent just slightly, letting the salt fall from way higher than it normally would. The VIP clapped at that.

“Oh, you are just adorably feisty. Just wonderful.” He grabbed your arm, and sat you down next to him. “You’re staying with me, you tease.”

“I…” You shook your head in fear, not sure what to tell him. “I have to serve the other guests, don’t I?”

“No no no no, I don’t like sharing my treats.” The VIP jeered, and you frowned.

The other waiter, in a black suit and mask, the one serving the drinks, seemed to be a bit annoyed by the current situation. He had stopped offering drinks so frequently, and he was watching the game pretty intently.

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve guessed it was Jun-ho.

“Oi, waiter! Come here.” The VIP next to you boomed. “You haven’t been serving me enough alcohol.”

“I also have to serve the other guests.”

Your eyes widened at that. It was Jun-ho, that was his voice, but you wondered how you were going to escape here. The Front Man was right there.

“Oh, you’re beautiful too!” The VIP hooted, and you looked at Jun-ho’s eyes, seeing recognition. This man was disgusting. “You two are both gorgeous. Let me see a little bit more of you.”

He attempted to lift Jun-ho’s mask, citing how stunning his eyes were, and he stopped him, saying that he wasn’t allowed to take off his mask.

Considering that the Front Man still had no idea Jun-ho was right there, it was a fair assumption to make.

The VIP suggested that the three of you would go somewhere more private, for his purposes, and he grabbed both of you by the arms.

He somehow missed the look that Jun-ho was giving you.

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The VIP had forced both of you to the ground, taking off your masks, asking to be satisfied in just five minutes. He had caressed both of your faces, and it made you reel with anxiety.

Jun-ho held your hand, and shook his head so minutely, you might’ve missed it if you hadn’t been focusing this entire time. You leaned forward, as if you were going to do it, and then Jun-ho squeezed his nuts.

The VIP shrieked in pain, and Jun-ho spoke quietly, raising his gun to the man’s head.

“If you can satisfy me in five minutes, I might let you live.” He spoke in English, and it left a strangely pleasant shiver in your chest.

Jun-ho handed you his phone, and you started recording.

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After that, the man had gone back to the main room, shaking, and Jun-ho and you quietly rejoiced about the evidence you had acquired.

“Y/n, what are you wearing?” Jun-ho took a glance, feeling utterly ill that they would make you wear a skimpy dress, but allow the male waiter to wear a suit. “Here, take this.”

He wrapped his suit jacket around you, buttoning it, so you wouldn’t be exposed, and you smiled at him, suddenly shy from how close his contact was. It wasn’t that you hadn’t ever been that close before, because officers were constantly just expected to sacrifice their personal bubble.

It was more that Jun-ho’s touch seemed purposefully affectionate, like when he had found you earlier. His hands lingered for a moment, as he fluffed the jacket against you, roaming against your waist.

Then, Jun-ho held your face for a few seconds longer, the moment stretching out, and you were about to ask what he was doing, but as if he couldn’t help himself, he kissed you, his lips engulfing yours with just the right amount of restraint, a very soft, gentle action in comparison to everything else that had happened. Like a modest, tentative attempt at showing you that he did really like you, and not in a greedy, superficial way.

Before you could even realize it was happening, Jun-ho moved away, but he was grinning like a child.

“Jun-ho…” You nearly reprimanded him, and he could tell from your tone of voice.

“Sorry. It just felt right.” He shrugged, and you pushed him, laughing. “I just couldn’t wait until we go for soju, okay? I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and this stupid fucking case has made me realize that life is so short and heinous and we gotta-”

“We need to act fast.” You squeezed his hand, glad that you hadn’t been bothering him with your request of hanging out, and then kissed his cheek, enjoying how his face flushed. “We can talk about it later.”

You ran together, stealing two scuba diving kits, and came to the outside of the island. The water was murky, but Jun-ho nodded at you, and together, you began to swim. The Front Man definitely saw Jun-ho as you left, and Jun-ho explained that a chase was imminent.

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The island was surrounded by several other ones.

You and Jun-ho made your way, swimming as much as you possibly could, to the nearest other island, where Jun-ho was sure you could get a bit of a reprieve from the guards and the Front Man.

As you arrived, panting, you ran together, up through a forest of trees and rocks and many other things, and Jun-ho grabbed your arm, suddenly.

“I’m going to call the station now.” He picked up his cell phone, and dialed, and you gasped.

“T-They’re right behind us!” You grabbed his arm, seeing the guards, and the Front Man, and together you ran upwards, near one of the peaks of the island.

Jun-ho’s conversation with your superior was going really poorly. He explained that he needed backup, that everything Gi-hun had said was true, and from what you could see, there seemed to be a lack of service. Your superior could barely hear him.

You began to panic, as the Front Man and the guards approached.

Jun-ho pulled out his gun, and you stood a bit behind him, the edge of the cliff causing you to lean forward.

“Hwang Jun-ho. L/n Y/n.” The Front Man walked forwards, as Jun-ho clenched his fist. “Officers. You don’t have to do this, we can still talk.”

“Like bullshit we will.” You stood your ground. “You’re running one of the most illegal operations I have ever seen, and you want us to talk.”

“There are people coming for you.” Jun-ho added, his gun not wavering even as the guards began to point their guns towards both of you. “You’ll be sentenced for your crimes.”

“You don’t get good service out here.” The Front Man countered, and Jun-ho visibly deflated a bit, knowing his argument wasn’t solid.

“Don’t come any closer. I’ll shoot you.” Jun-ho yelled, and the Front Man sighed.

“You have one bullet left, Jun-ho. I know you’ve used the other two bullets already. The amount that South Korean police are allowed to have.” He chastised him, and Jun-ho fired the shot, hitting him in the shoulder.

The Front Man winced, and the guards pointed their guns again, but he motioned for them to stay back. Then, he pulled off his mask.

“Hyung.” Jun-ho spoke in disbelief, watching In-ho stare back at him. You both didn’t have a chance, because this was the very last thing you had expected.

“Hyung, why?” His eyes were tearing up, and you held his arm, shaking your head.

In-ho shot Jun-ho in the shoulder, the blood splattering across your body, and you shrieked with horror as you and Jun-ho began to fall backwards, off the cliff.

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You should have died.

Like in the game, all odds were completely against you. What were the chances that you’d survive the fall to the water, let alone Jun-ho being able to swim?

You sank to the bottom of the ocean with him, and began to rise up, shaking his body with the hopes that he wasn’t dead. Thankfully, he wasn’t.

Jun-ho was in a state of shock, and he would’ve drowned if not for your screaming to swim.

When the helicopter came, you were grateful that his location had at least gone through to the station.

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Jun-ho woke up with a start, feeling like he had dreamed some sort of insane, pastel adventure, akin to being stuck in Wonderland, except far more gory. He was hooked up to an IV in a hospital bed, and his left shoulder was heavily bandaged, while his arm was in a sling.

Then, a rush of memories came back to him. He had gone to the island to find his brother- his brother was a really bad dude- did the police know?- oh, speaking of the police, you were his partner-friend-girlfriend- did you come with him, were you here now?

He held his head, feeling sick, and you came in through the door of his room.

“Jun-ho, you’re awake!” You hugged him, careful not to touch the shoulder. “I thought you were going to be unconscious for a while.”

“I had to see you, obviously-” He was laying it on a bit thick, and you scrunched your nose, giggling. “I’m kidding. How long has it been?”

“Just two days.” You responded quietly, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Not sure if the station is going to believe us.”

“Why not?” Jun-ho was incredulous, and you looked up in surprise. “We have all the evidence, right?”

“We do. I’ve written out pretty well.” You opened up your laptop, and handed it to him, showing the report document. “But you have to admit it sounds kind of outlandish, no matter what we say.”

“...I guess you’re right. We’ll have to start a new investigation with them.” He was quiet, and then shut your laptop, putting on the bedside table. “I just want to- I need to make things right.”

“Because of your brother.” You mentioned under your breath, and he nodded. “Are you doing okay with… all that?”

“Honestly, Y/n, I’m not.” He held your hand. “I’ll get over it, though.”

“Don’t let yourself get fucked up for other people.” You reminded him gently, and he smiled.

“We’ll talk about that later.” He picked you up with his arms, strong man that he was, and he pulled you in to the bed as you squealed.

“Jun-ho, your shoulder!”

“A little pain doesn’t really matter.” He responded, and you laughed as he kissed you again, savoring that he would get to do this for a long, long time. “Maybe a good thing did come out of that cursed place.”

“Me?” You looked at him cheerfully. “You already had me, you dolt.”

“Hey, I mean that it gave me the courage to tell you.” He swallowed, nervous even though you were wrapped in his arms. “You said we could talk about it later, the first time I kissed you.”

“Oh, I did.” You thought for a few seconds, and then continued. “I always kind of had a thing for you, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. You know, as my coworker and partner, it didn’t really seem appropriate, and everyone was already teasing you for having a female partner, so I didn’t want to add to that, right?”

“So far you’ve just said all the reasons you didn’t bring it up, Y/n.” He chided you, and you jokingly groaned. “What do you mean, you had a thing for me?”

“You already know I do.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear about it from the beginning.” He leaned forward, hands under his chin as he listened, and you smiled.

“Okay, okay. I thought you were too handsome to be a police officer when I first saw you- as my partner, that seemed to be really intimidating too.” You told him, as he grinned at being called handsome. “Shut up, you totally know you are. I didn’t really feel anything until our first watch.”

Jun-ho paused, thinking back to that moment, when you and him had waited in a car, for some petty robbery to occur at a bank. That was the night he had fallen asleep, and you had watched over him.

“You didn’t report me for that, even though I should’ve been, because I was sleeping on the job.” He remembered, and you smiled softly at the memory. “You even protected me by watching over me and the bank, Y/n. What the hell? Why would that make you like me?”

“It meant you trusted me enough to be there while you slept. And you have such a cute sleeping face.” You squeezed his cheeks, and he scowled jokingly. “Not a lot of men would be so normal with a female partner, but you were, and that’s what made me start liking you.”

“That’s like, the bare minimum. In comparison, I like you because you’re responsible and smart, stubborn, and really pretty.” He teased, and you shrugged, although you were blushing now. “So that’s why you asked me out for soju, but all ‘Oh we’re coworkers and we’ve never hung out’?”

“Yeah, but I guess I was still testing the waters then. Didn’t want to make it sound too out-of-bounds, you know?” You replied, and he agreed.

“Let’s go out for it now.” Jun-ho suggested, and when you shook your head, he looked downcast, these great big puppy eyes making you laugh.

“Okay, okay. We’re not supposed to leave the hospital yet, but I’m sure they’ll make an exception for you.” You gave him a pointed look, and then kissed him again, running off to find the nurse.

Jun-ho put on his jacket, grinning, already feeling better.

Painting Us (Series Masterlist)

↳ Tom Holland AU

❯ Pairing: Teacher!Tom Holland x Teacher!Reader

❯ Genre/Trope: Teacher AU, coworkers to lovers, fluff, and angst

❯ Warnings: little bit cliche, swearing, two people being idiots, and a little bit suggestive.

❯ Synopsis: Regent High School's two best fine arts teachers seem to be catching feelings. I mean how could you not when your spending every waking moment of the day together. What happens when she has to help him with his play? Will it lead to even more feelings?

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dating harry lewis would include: PART TWO

wattpad fanfic: so cliché!

20 women vs 1 sidemen

two idiots on an ice rink

sidemen assumptions

jealousy, jealousy

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