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Chap 5 of my fic "another day another life" is in progress, give me some time. Im back from hiatus

Jun-ho after risking life and limb to find Gi-hun and the island only to find In-ho and Gi-hun:

Geum-ja, barely holding it together after being trapped in the Mingle Room with “Young-il” and Gi-hun:

I NEED MORE OF THEM

Who tf gave you permission to rip my heart out like that/j

Junho slowly dying from major injuries at the end of the series.

He can't run anymore. He couldn't even stand anymore. The base is quickly going up in flames. The others have evacuated, and the only ones left are;

Gihun, who's at the end of the group to make sure everyone is safe, (and that's means Inho and Junho)

Junho, who's practically dead weight and has no energy left due to his injuries,

And Inho, who is still holding onto his brother for dear life, injured but trying to carry his brother out with what strength he has left.

Junho collapses not even halfway through. Burning debris fell from the ceiling and hit Inho's leg.

Gihun rushes to them and tries to help them out. Inho can't carry Junho anymore, and Junho is not moving except for labored breathing.

Gihun is conflicted. He doesn't know what to do. He can't carry both of them and by the time he getd one out, it'll be too late for the other.

"Take Junho, Gihun-ssi"

"What?"

"There's no decision to be made. Take my brother and go!"

Gihun hesitates. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Junho spoke.

"Hyung?"

It was weak.

"W-why is it dark, hyung?"

Gihun let out a sharp gasp while Inho's ragged breathing was interrupted by what sounded like a strangled sob.

Gihun catches Inho's eyes, and they know.

Junho is not gonna make it regardless.

Gihun kneels down to Inho and tries, one last time.

"Let's go. You can still get out."

Despite everything, Gihun already knows the answer.

Inho doesn't respond. He just held his little brother tighter, carding his hands through the dirty hair of the modt precious thing he has left.

Gihun exhales and ran his hand through Junho's hair as well.

"I'll take care of your mother."

After sparing one last look at Inho, whose eyes are looking at his brother only, Gihun leaves.

The flames are getting closer to them, but Inho can't feel anything other than Junho in his arms.

"Hyung?"

"Y-yeah?"

"It's warm."

Junho nuzzles closer to his older brother. Inho does nothing but reciprocate.

"It is, isn't it?"

"I. Hah. I don't think our house had been this warm in a long time."

Ihno chuckles and sobs.

"Hyung?"

"Yes, Junho?"

"I'm glad you're home."

If I can rewrite this as a proper one shot, I'll be posting on ao3

In-ho: Gi-hun, you'll be working with Sang-woo and The saleman and me

Gi-hun: Alright! My fantasy 4some!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Gi-hun: ...Of people on a team

Jun-ho: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me.

In-ho: But did I make you cry?

Jun-ho: *cries on the spot*

In-ho: ...Shit.

( in a no squid game au but in-ho still loses his wife and kids)

In-ho, being robbed: Please! Have mercy! I have a family! A wife and kids… a dog…

Jun-ho: Literally none of that is true, In-ho.

In-ho: Okay, but I’m sexy! That’s gotta count for something, right?

Gi-hun: So, you're a cop, huh? I always had a thing for men in uniform… especially ones who look like they could handle a little… *rough play*.

Jun-ho: Is that a challenge, Gi-hun? Because I'm pretty good at handling… *challenges*. And I'm thinking this one might involve a lot of… *sweating*. Preferably not from the heat of the game.

Gi-hun: *leans in, a playful smirk on his face* You know, for a cop, you're surprisingly good at breaking the rules. Maybe we could break a few more... *together*?

Jun-ho: I'm always up for a little lawbreaking, especially if it involves someone as… *intriguing* as you. Tell me, Gi-hun, what kind of punishment do you think you deserve?

A Familiar Stranger (What if...?)

Summary: After the Red Light, Green Light game, the players vote to continue or leave the games with their own shares. In-ho votes for X this time, and the players are all sent home. Gi-hun goes back to the outside world and finds In-ho in a convenience store, but he knows him as Young-il.

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The warehouse reeked of stale sweat and blood as the players crowded into the middle, awaiting their turn to vote to continue or leave the games. The voting box was placed at the center of the room, ready for everyone to decide their life.

The red and blue buttons blinked softly on its surface like a heartbeat, waiting. For some, it was hope. For others, it was a cruel tease of a chance to escape. 

Gi-hun’s hands trembled as the last player, 001, took their turn. The vote had been close — shockingly so. The players were divided to Xs and Os, who had been nearly neck-and-neck after the Red Light, Green Light game bled the truth into their bones.

91 people died in less than five minutes into the game. There was no sugar-coating on such a bloody and violent scene. The gunshots still echoed behind their eyes.

Player 001 seemed to think first before pressing one of the buttons, adding to the tension. Gi-hun whispered under his breath as if he cheered for 001 to vote for X, so all of them could go home, and everyone could still have a chance to be saved. 

Or was it?

Was it really because he wanted everyone to be saved, or just to prove to the system that there is still something good in humanity?

Then, a click.

The computer above showed the score of votes, seeing a close call. 

X - 183, O - 182

A crowd of cheer erupted inside the warehouse, only to be interrupted by the lights being shut off, then a hiss of air followed. Gi-hun’s vision blurred, his heart pounded as he struggled to stay upright, but the weight of exhaustion and chloroform dragged him into darkness. 

——

Gi-hun awoke to the sting of cold pavement scraping his cheek.

Rain drizzled softly on the city street as Gi-hun groaned and pushed himself onto his hands and knees. The van’s taillights disappeared into the night, and the alley it had dumped him into was as empty as it was unfamiliar. He was back in Seoul, just like last time.

He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and froze, only to find a small, rectangular shape sitting in his palm, wrapped in plastic. It was a cassette tape, seemingly new, with three shapes on it - triangle, circle, and square. His pulse kicked into high gear as he looked around, but no one was in sight. Just the eerie hum of a city that truly never slept.

Gi-hun pulled the tape closer and saw a faint marking on the side, written in black ink.

“456.”

Gi-hun’s breath clouded in the cool air as he stood outside the nondescript apartment door, knuckles poised mid-air. The city buzzed below like it always had. But in his chest, something old had awakened. The tape sat like lead in his jacket pocket.

The door creaked open before he could knock, seeing Jun-ho staring back at him, who seemed scruffy, leaner, and shadows carved beneath his eyes.

“Gi-hun,” Jun-ho said, his eyes with a hint of question as he looked at him. “You’re back. How?”

Gi-hun stepped in without asking, pulling the cassette from his jacket and showing it to Jun-ho. He immediately closed the door as Gi-hun placed the cassette on the kitchen table like a loaded gun.

Jun-ho narrowed his eyes. “What is that?”

“A message from the inside,” Gi-hun’s voice was low and hoarse. “There’s something else. They took out the tracker.”

Jun-ho blinked. “What?”

“In my tooth. It’s gone. Someone knew it was there. They knew it from the from start,” Gi-hun’s hands trembled as he rubbed at his jaw.

A long silence followed, broken only by the soft click of Jun-ho inserting the cassette into an old player and hitting play. The tape hissed before starting, then came a voice.

“I must admit, watching you squirm has been… entertaining.”

A soft static crackles.

“Gi-hun, you should’ve taken your prize and disappeared. But I suppose you’ve never known when to walk away to try and be a hero.”

A pause came, then a faint sound that seemed like footsteps or breathing. 

“You thought you were clever. Hiding a tracker in a tooth? Cute. But I’ve been watching longer than you’ve been planning.”

The voice lowers, almost a whisper now. A sharp breath caught in Gi-hun’s throat.

“You should’ve stayed gone, Seong Gi-hun. You want to expose us? Tear everything down? Fine. But know this: while you waste time chasing shadows, we’ve already found her.”

Jun-ho’s head snapped toward Gi-hun.

“She looks so much like her mother.”

Gi-hun surged forward and slammed a fist on the table. “You son of a—“

The player stopped as Gi-hun was shaking now, clenching his teeth, curling his fists until they turned white. “He knows about Ga-yeong. He’s threatening my daughter.”

Jun-ho’s mouth opened, then shut. Something passed behind his eyes, something along the lines of guilt, recognition, or restraint. The cassette whirred softly behind them, tape still spooling, like a ticking clock counting down to something neither of them could stop.

The day when the line between brother and monster would no longer be a line, but a fog — bleeding through every breath he took, every step he retraced. But knowing that the voice belonged to his brother, crackling through the cassette player, was like being buried alive in guilt all over again. 

He hadn’t slept much since returning from searching around the islands. Sleep came in bursts, always haunted by the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the ground, the clicking of guns disguised as toys. 

And his brother’s face. Always, his brother’s face.

But Gi-hun’s reaction had shaken something loose in him. That rage and fear. It wasn’t just about revenge anymore. Now, it was personal for him too. They crossed a line.

Jun-ho watched Gi-hun pace the room like a cornered animal. He knew that look. He had seen it in the mirror for years.

What if Jun-ho had pulled the trigger first? What if he didn’t hesitate back then, on the cliff…?

Jun-ho swallowed hard, his voice hollow as he broke the silence. “There’s a chance it’s a bluff.”

Gi-hun rounded on him. “Would you bet your daughter’s life on that?”

Jun-ho didn’t answer. In fact, he couldn’t. Because deep down, he knew In-ho never bluffed.

Jun-ho walked into the bathroom, shut the door behind him, and leaned heavily on the sink. In the mirror, his reflection stared back with eyes that didn’t belong to the cop who once believed in justice. They were the eyes of someone who knew too much — who lived too long in the underworld without dying. 

He couldn’t tell Gi-hun the truth — how he knew it was his brother who’s been running the games along and was a player. Because he knew that if he did, Gi-hun would run into hell blind.

——

The rain pattered against the glass as Gi-hun sat at the tiny plastic table near the window, slurping instant ramen like it was the first meal he had in days. In truth, it probably was. He stared into the broth as if it could answer the questions clawing at his brain.

The bell above the door jingled softly. Gi-hun barely glanced up, until he heard a voice.

“Mind if I sit?”

Gi-hun looked up, almost startled. A man stood across from him, casual in posture but sharp in the eyes. He wore a weathered jacket, sleeves slightly too long, and a disarming smile on his face.

“I saw you from the inside,” the man added. “Thought you looked familiar.”

Gi-hun blinked. “Have we met?”

The man nodded. “Briefly, I think. In the games.”

Gi-hun studied his face, but nothing rang a bell. Still, something about the man was unsettlingly calm. 

“You played?” Gi-hun asked.

The man took the seat across from him, folding his hands. “First game was Red Light, Green Light. It was total chaos. I tapped out early.” He took the seat across from Gi-hun. “Oh, and I’m Young-il, by the way.”

Gi-hun nodded. “Gi-hun.”

Young-il’s eyes lit up with interest. “So, It’s true then. You’re the winner from the last game.”

Gi-hun didn’t answer right away, but the man’s gaze was unwavering, so he shrugged. “Yeah, if you could call it that. I spent months trying to figure out how to stop it. Now I’m working with someone… trying to take it down.”

Young-il’s lips curled slightly. “Is that so?”

Gi-hun frowned, which seemed to make Young-il chuckle, much to his surprise. He leaned back in his seat, lifting both hands in mock surrender.

“Sorry, I’m not here to cause trouble. Just… I guess I needed someone to talk to. My wife’s in the hospital.”

Gi-hun's suspicion softened slightly. “Oh?”

Young-il nodded, eyes lowering. “She’s seven months pregnant. Liver cirrhosis. Doctors say she might not survive the birth,” Young-il paused, then continued. “We needed the money. That’s why I signed up. But I didn’t make it past the first night. Coward, right?”

Gi-hun shook his head. “No one who left that place is a coward.”

Young-il’s smile returned, faint and thoughtful. “Thanks.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than before. Then, Young-il pulled something from his pocket, which seemed to be a small, crisp invitation card, just like the ones given before the games.

“There’s a new date, and I got two cards. I don’t know why they gave me two.”

He slid one across the table to Gi-hun, who looked down at it, his heart thudding. 

“I think they want us back,” Young-il said, his voice quieter now. “Maybe it’s a second chance. Or maybe something else.”

Gi-hun pocketed the card slowly. “Why give me yours?”

Young-il shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe you might want to think about it? I’m not really sure. But given what you’ve told me, maybe this could be your way in to… tear everything down.”

Gi-hun’s hand hovered in the air for a moment before he took the card and looked it over. It had the same symbols and format, like déjà vu written in ink. 

The date was five days from now. 

Young-il smiled faintly, rain dripping from his lashes. “The games might be full of traps, but after seeing my wife again, I definitely need the money.”

Young-il turned, ready to walk away when Gi-hun called after him. “Wait! What are you planning to do? Are you going back in again?”

Young-il glanced over his shoulder, the words leaving his mouth left Gi-hun in pure shock.

“Some of us never left.”

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PLEASE WRITE ABOUT HIM, I'M BEGGING YOU!

Guys, I just wonder why no one is writing to Hwang Jun-ho. Wake up, he's a hot cop! Doesn't that appeal to you? Take a good look

I would even write something about him, but I'm dealing with writer's block. :( (I started a creative writing course at college to broaden my creative perception, and I hope to be back soon.)

Posted this to Ao3 as "One Battle Over, A New One Begins" by Gray_Day, a continuation of "Reuniting With Your Brother by Sending a Military Raid to His Place of Work"

His heart was beating in his ears as he held pressure to Jung-bae's wound. He was vaguely aware of the police arresting the Frontman and his guards. It's what he's wanted since the begining, but... it didn't seem to matter very much in that moment.

He could feel himself speak more than he could actually hear. He could feel his mouth moving, the words scratching at his throat, his friend's name haunting the air around him. But for some reason, the words never reached his ears.

When someone tried once again tried to pull him away from Jung-bae, he panicked, ready to become violent. Until, he saw the police officer with a first aid kit.

The man who tried to grab him from behind apologized, introducing himself as an officer and a friend of Jun-ho.

He let the officer guide him to an empty corridor. He let his mind drift away for he didnt know how long, until officers once again escort him outside. The cool air hit his face like a cold shower. It felt difficult to move on his own, almost like he was a statue, watching, but never participating in the chaos around him. Military boats and helicopters surrounded the island. EMTs and soldiers rushed around him.

Up ahead was a makeshift prehospital, where he could see Jun-ho sitting on the ground. He looked pale and very out of it. Gi-hun couldn't blame him, he felt the same way.

Guards were being arrested and unmasked before being escorted onto boats in units. Most of them looked so young, all with a dull look in their eyes. They all looked like average people he would pass on the street.

His gaze floated around the scene before him with no particular destination, until it fell on the frontman, wrists cuffed, surrounded by soldiers, with no mask on.

"...Young-il...?" His voice cracked.

Young-il spotted Gi-hun as a soldier patted him down. He sighed, looking... defeated?

Gi-hun felt like he was about to throw up. His knees caved in and he fell to the ground. He began to dry heave and an officer rushed him to the prehospital. They sat him down with a bucket across from Jun-ho. They locked eyes.

"Young-il... He's the Frontman..." Gi-hun said faintly.

Jun-ho tilted his head, eyes squinting, "Young-il? Who is that."

He nodded his head in the direction of the Frontman, "He was a player... Or, I thought he was..." The nausea continued to swirl around in his head.

Jun-ho shook his head. "No. No, that's In-ho." He paused.

"That's my brother."

Gi-hun buried his head in the bucket as vomit began pouring out his mouth. Tears began to stream down his cheek.

This was far more than he was prepared to handle...

Young-il, player 001. This first person so approach him on the first day. Who changed his vote just for him. Who so quickly accepted Jun-hee into their team with open arms. Who laughed, mourned, fought with them.

This was the man responsible for countless deaths. The man that tormented his dreams. The man that lived with a silver spoon in his mouth. He could kill anyone he wanted with the snap of his finger.

This was the man who had both ruined Gi-hun's life and a tight grip on his heart.

After he was pretty certain he was done vomiting, he finally lifted his head up from the now disgusting bucket and wiped his mouth with a nearby cloth. He breathed in and out through his mouth. He closed his eyes and let the sounds around him cleanse his mind. Sure, the yelling of soldiers, static of police radios, and whopping of helicopters was loud, but the rustling of trees, the whispers of the breeze, his own, slowed breathing canceled all of that out so nicely.

"The man that was next to you," Jun-ho started, "the one that got shot. Who is he?"

Gi-hun shifted around. "Park Jung-bae. He's a good friend of mine."

Jun-ho nodded, not pushing for more details. "We spent a few days searching for the island, but we kept bumping into dead ends. They knew we were looking for them and sent us to a few traps. Turns out the fisherman who's been helping me the last three was working for them. He killed one of our men and tampered with our drone."

Gi-hun's eyes widened. "Three years? They've really been keeping tabs on us, huh..."

Jun-ho took a swig from a waterbottle. "Makes a lot of sense. The Frontman shot me and he was the one who found me." he said.

Gi-hun furrowed his brow, "You never questioned how he saved you from here and was never once able to find it again?"

The younger man paused before looking away, his cheeks now tinted a rosy pink. "What matters now is the mission is over. We can rest now."

Gi-hun nodded, but both men knew this wasn't true. The pain wouldn't go away anytime soon. They still have to deal with the government, the press, the trauma. The only thing that made what was to come easier than the last three year was the significant lack of death.

He hesitated before speaking. "Maybe, in the middle of all this... when we're both free... you would want to grabs some drinks? My treat."

Jun-ho looked at him, a bit surprised. "Yeah. That would be nice."

My chorus teacher hate New Year's Resolutions because usually people don't follow up with it or they do and burn themselves out within a month. So 2 days ago he made us write down at least one resolution and we're going to check back in with eachother at the end of the semester/month. One of my resolutions was to write and upload the Squid Game fics I've been cooking up in the old noggin. Everyone say thank you Mr. C 😊

Also posted this on Ao3 as "Reuniting With Your Brother by Sending a Military Raid to His Place of Work" by Gray_Day

Despite the casualty, Jun-ho could not be more thankful the crew caught the Captain sabotaging the mission. As devastating as the betrayal had been, the relief of catching their loose thread and making quick progress after was rivaling those negative feelings.

The crew had first tried to threaten him to show them the island, but to no avail. They didn't scare him, because he knew they needed him alive.

It was far too dangerous to return to land right away, considering was both dark and stormy, so they contacted the police requesting to meet them at the dock. In that meantime, they managed to fish out the body that was thrown into the ocean back onto their boat. As soon as the sun met the sky, the crew was racing back to land, relieved to find police waiting for them.

The Captain was immediately taken into custody, as was the boat and all items on it. The crews on both boat gave statements to the police. The body and drone were inspected and analyzed, and it was determined that he had both killed the man and tampered with the drone. Once it was offical that the captain would face time for murder and more in depth investigation would be conducted, he finally broke. The Captain admitted to being sent out to rescue Jun-ho, and soon after was ordered to keep him away from the island. He gave names, dates, locations, payments, all of it on the table.

"Finally," Jun-ho thought, sighing with relief, "They believe me..."

It was the next day that the police set out with the crew in search of the island. Originally, the police were opposed to bringing all of them along (with Jun-ho being the exception). But, the crew had been working on this mission for weeks. They understood what was going on and could help the dispatched officers with the finer details. And it turned out to be a great benefit that Woo-seok had been working so closely with Mr. Kim and Gi-hun for 2 whole years.

Within 48 hours they had found the island. They called in the military units they had on standby. Jun-ho had assumed they would've had more precautions prepared, but it was rather simple finding and entering the building. Maybe Gi-hun really was making changes from the inside...

As Jun-ho led the police through the haunting corridors, he felt his time as a circle guard finally payed off, truly. He had a good understanding of the layout, at least for most guards and the players, and he could recall where the VIP lounges were decently enough to arrest his... the Frontman... He was the weightbaring pillar. Once the Frontman goes down, the rest of the operation goes down with him.

Jun-ho took his boat crew and the original dispatched police with him to wander the purple halls, while Woo-Seok took the other half to find the players. He was a tad apprehensive about letting Woo-Seok lead a crew on his own.

In the short time Jun-m-ho had known the man, he found him to be a bit of a goofball and not the brightest, and rather naive, as far as mobsters go. But, he had no choice to keep his head held high and see the man's positivity qualities. The man had proven to be emotionally invested in the case after his friend's unfortunate death. He had real experience working in Seoul's more... underground ... communities. He knew his weapons decently enough and was strong and skilled enough not only to defend himself, but to protect others. Most of all, the poor man was hopelessly loyal. ("He officiated my wedding!" The man kept crying the night they first met.)

Woo-Seok had known of the island and it's games for years, even if he didn't believe it for a long time. Gi-hun, ever the paranoid one, had given them a map of the layout where players were permitted. In the end, it's like Woo-Seok was meant to help him. He could trust him to take the crew and forces to the players' quarters without issue.

His hand trailed along the wall as he guided them to what he hoped was the Frontman's wing of the building. Actually walking through the purple halls again after 3 years was a bit harder than he though. Every corner, every step appeared the same. No matter what direction you turn, you couldn't escape the mind-numbing, childish purple.

Bang!

A single shot echoed in the distance, followed by the cries of a single man.

Jun-ho ran to the noise, leaving the rest of his team to follow loosely behind.

"Gi-hun!" He called out, watching as Gi-hun was dragged away from the body of another player. Guards pointed their guns at him.

"Don't bother. The police are making their away around the building. We're surrounded by military enforcement and even more are on their way. We have a collection of evidence that this is an underground gambling ring using illegal and inhumane methods of torture and murder. As well as illegal harvesting of organs to be sold on the black market."

The guards loosened their grip on Gi-hun. He squirmed out of their grasp within seconds. He crumbled to the other player's side, sobbing and put pressure on the wound.

The Frontman watched Gi-hun for moment before turning back to face Jun-ho Even with the cold, lifeless mask, the Frontman gave off an air of defeat, raising his hands above his head. The guards looked to their boss before hesitantly doing the same. Policemen pushed passed him, rushing to arrest them.

All at once the world around him felt unreal. Maybe it was the lights, or the colorful walls, but he felt like he was in a dream. People moved in and out of his field of vision. Voices around him became muffled. His back touched the wall and he slid down to the floor. He felt like someone knocked all the tension out of his body.

He did it. It was over.

His fight was over.

small suprise for you @arttsuka !!

I draw your Inho and Junho anthro design 😌

And Inho with my anthro Gihun design

I hope you like it 🙏🙏