Cho Sang-woo (218) x reader (Squid Game)

Chapter 1- The Man Labeled 218

It was getting hard to notice how many days went by. Strangely, you've already survived two days out of six, but all you could feel was pain. Two days of misery, two days of fear, but two days of feeling something else.
There is a man who looks about 30 years old. Every time your eyes meet, it gives you hope to live through another battle of life or death. In his blue jacket. The number 218 is the number in which he joined the game, the 218th person to join.
You, a 25-year-old female, and numbered 169, joined before the man.
You always wonder why he joined. He seems like a smart individual, and you even hear rumors that he went to a highly valued college. There's nothing one can think of to place the fact of why he joined. Something bad, though. He always seemed very quiet, antisocial, and sad.
It's not like you could blame the man. This game is horrible.

Immediately, the morning bell rang, signaling a new game was going to be played today. The last two games have been simple games from my childhood, so it must be somewhere along those lines.Tag, perhaps, or hide and seek. This game was going to end in the deaths of many people, and you thought to yourself, "I have to protect him, I have to be there for him."
"It is time for the third game!" The speakers spoke loudly.
You looked at the man, and he looked at you back. To your surprise, he'd never looked you in the eyes before. You smiled at him, as much you could smile through the constant pain you felt. He just kept on looking, with a straight face, and looked back at a man who he was talking to before.
Soon, on your left and right, guards opened the doors, allowing you to follow them to the next game.
Hesitantly, you all walked through the doors.
A group of young females to your right were talking to one another about last night. Last night, that was chaos, but you found a scent of peace. A small gang of men and one woman made last night into a nightmare. It practically killed off twenty people. Lucky, in the time of terror, the man with the number 218 brought me to safety.

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After the lights went out, a woman screamed, screaming turned into grunts, and grunts turned into silence... She was killed.
After those screams, a battle broke out between the game's constants. As a young woman, all I could do was hide and hope you would never feel a knife go through your soft flesh.
Soon you were getting attacked by a large man with a tattoo running down his neck, the leader of the gang. I felt one sliver of pain in my side. This is it. I'm going to die.
A dark shadow pulled yourself out of the man's bsspace and led you to a safe spot. He grabbed you and tucked you into his grip. The smell of blood from your side mixed in with a faint smell of his cologne. You were happy, happier than you've felt in years. "Agh!" came from your lips as you tried to make another step. He looked down at you, and then looked further down at your torso, showing dark blood from your shirt. "It's alright, I'll take you somewhere," he said with a pleasant look and small smile. You nodded, and let him place his hand on your torso where you were hurt, to put pressure on the blood flow to calm down.
The lights... turned on. You looked up and saw, oh no, it's him, number 218. A quick panic went through your body.
His hand was still around your waist, but he didn't make any eye contact, he just looked at where the light switch could have been. You moved his arm off your body, and he immediately put his arm back to your side.
That night ended calmly. Everyone was checked for extra weapons, but there were so many dead. Everyone could see each other's horror in their eyes, but this agony was over.

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Everyone finally made it through the large doorway.
You saw the man, and tried to run up to him, through the stairs, fighting the still burning pain in your side. "218!" you yelled, catching the tall man's attention. "Oh, hello, how is your torso doing? It appears you got stabbed. I'm sure it wasn't that deep of a wound, since my hand stopped the bleeding." You nodded with a straight face. "Don't worry about it," he said, ending a strange awkward moment.
You smiled at him deeply, and he walked in front of you once more.