Squid Game one shots

🔞sang woo x reader

"Say that again.."
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You were arguing. Again.

Of course.

That's what you did with Sang-woo. Flirt. Fight. Fluster. Repeat.

This time, it was about something stupid-how you'd smuggled an extra piece of bread, again, and he was not amused.

"You're going to get caught," he hissed, cornering you against the bunk wall. "Do you want to die?"

"No, but it's cute when you worry," you said, grinning. "Makes me feel special."

His jaw clenched. "You're not special. You're reckless. Irritating. Loud."

"Keep talking dirty to me, babe," you whispered.

His breath hitched.

You saw it-the flicker in his eyes.

That exact second when anger melted into something heavier.

Hotter.

His hand slammed the wall beside your head, caging you in. "You really want to play this game with me?"

You looked up at him, defiant and smiling. "I thought I already was."

He exhaled sharply through his nose. His other hand gripped your chin, tilting it up.

You thought he'd yell.

Instead, he leaned in.

Slow. Controlled.

His lips brushed your ear. "You drive me insane."

"Likewise," you whispered, heart hammering.

The space between you vanished.

It wasn't gentle.

It wasn't sweet.

It was desperate. Built on days of tension, whispered threats, and looks held too long in the dark.

You tangled your fingers in his shirt. He pushed you back against the bunk, hands running down your sides with restrained urgency.

Outside, guards passed.

You didn't care.

Inside, your world was heat and breath and the sound of your name falling from his mouth like a growl.

No one needed to see.

No one needed to know.

But you'd remember the way he whispered, "Say that again," as your lips ghosted his jaw.

And the way you said it:

"Mine."