Squid Game one shots

❤️‍🩹salesman x reader

"One flip, one date"

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You didn't expect your day to involve a man in a black suit challenging you to a childhood game.

Yet here you were.

Train station. Busy, loud, full of people who minded their business. And in front of you: a tall man with perfectly styled hair, a dangerously tailored black suit, and a smile that said he knew something you didn't.

"What's the catch again?" you asked, eyeing the red and blue squares of folded paper in his hand.

"No catch," he said, voice smooth and laced with charm. "Just a game."

You narrowed your eyes. "And if I win, I get...?"

He smirked. "I buy you dinner."

You blinked. "That's it?"

"That's it."

"And if you win?"

"I still buy you dinner. But I choose where we go."

You laughed. "That sounds like a win-win for you."

"Not necessarily. If I lose, I miss the chance to impress you."

You stared at him.

He winked.

What the hell was happening?

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You sat cross-legged across from him on the concrete platform. He'd drawn a faint line of chalk to mark the game zone, and somehow managed to lay it out like it was high-stakes chess.

He handed you the red square.

"You look like a red."

"What does that mean?"

"Bold. Maybe a little dangerous."

You scoffed, but your cheeks warmed. "And you're blue, I guess?"

"Obviously," he said, tossing the square in the air, catching it effortlessly. "Cool, charming, and impossible to read."

"I hate that that actually fits."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

He grinned.

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First throw: you missed.

Red slapped the ground, bounced-didn't flip the blue.

"Damn it."

"Hm. A little too much wrist," he said, like a coach correcting your form.

"I will throw this at your face."

"That wouldn't be very sportsmanlike."

"Neither is flirting mid-throw."