The Squid Game | oneshots |request open

Sang-woo | Sir | smut

// No sploilers here except mention of one of the game. It actually just started as a joke with my friends of how Sang-woo didn't like being called 'Sir' for a certain reason... now I can't stop thinking about it so, here we go. Also don't interact if you're a minor, it makes me do uncomfy-//

Warning ; Eventual sex scene ,, I need to check if I'm good with this or not.

Female reader here, might change it if there's enough request for it to be.

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POV - third person

The room was completely silent. They decided to put barricades for tonight to at least stop the other team to attack them in the middle of the night and they also had to switch people to guard for tonight. Sang-woo and Ali were supposed to guard the others until they were too tired to do so. However, the younger man was fast asleep next to Sang-woo, so he was alone for a while, until he heard covers of a bed shifting.

Thinking it was Gi-hun, he didn't look behind him to check. So he was very surprised once he saw the familiar female going next to him. She waves and he jumps, but gave her a fast small smile.

Gi-hun was the one that invited the girl in the team after she gave them tips in the dalgona game, helping them as much as she could. She was very smart, too. He didn't think much of her until he started to talk to her more privately.

She was sweet, intelligent, maybe too polite. He grew a weird type of liking to her, which he didn't really mind since he once in his life, felt a connection with somebody. This feeling, that she was connected to him, it was making him feel weird, all kind of sensations he has never experienced before, but it was a 'good' weird, not a bad one.

Butterflies, blushing, but also something else that even himself would feel ashamed of.

''Ali is asleep already ? Poor him, we all are tired. Today's game was rough, I wonder what the next one will be.'' She said, popping his bubble of thoughts. He hummed in answer.

It was silent again, Y/n was smiling to herself. He wondered what she was smiling about.

''What are you smiling about ?'' He asked.

''Oh, nothing. I'm just so glad we went through it.'' She answers.

''Sir ? I wanted to say thank you, you really saved us today, even if you said you just didn't want to die.'' She said, smiling innocently.

It was too innocent. Sang-woo's breathing got suddenly so hard to control.

''Drop the sir, okay ?'' He asked. He accidentally hits his hand and he hiss in pain. The rope really did hurt him today, his hand was burning.

Y/n turns his hand around and gasps. It was red, almost bleeding and very bruised.

''Oh no, wait, let me help please !'' She said, begging, taking his hand like she wants to protect it. He looked at her and sighed, knowing she wouldn't take no as an answer.

''Fine.'' He mumbles. Satisfied, she smiles and take him outside of the barricades so she could grab a bottle of water. They were very far away, still between the beds though.

She finally sees a bottle of water, rips off the covers of a bed. She wets the piece of clothes and softly pats his palm then did a little bandage with it. He thanks her and looked at his hand.

''No problem Sir- uh. Sorry, Sang-woo.''

No. Even though he loved how she pronounced his name, even though he loved hearing her tongue roll his name and would honestly love to hear her different ways to say it, it felt wrong.