Squid Game one shots

❤️‍🩹Hwang Jun-ho x reader

You weren’t supposed to talk to anyone.
Not here.
Not in this place.

But then again, you weren’t supposed to be snooping through confidential files in the guard’s quarters, either.

Your fingers hovered over a folder when you heard it—footsteps. Sharp, slow, cautious. Not the heavy thud of a mask-wearing guard. This was lighter. Careful. Deliberate.

You ducked behind a locker, heart pounding.

The door creaked open.

More steps. Then silence.

Your breathing slowed. You had a knife in your boot—just in case—but using it would raise alarms you couldn’t afford.

Then—

“Don’t scream,” a voice whispered. Low. Male. Close.

You turned, half-startled.

And found yourself staring down the barrel of a pistol… held by a man without a mask.

What the hell?

“…You’re not one of them,” you said quietly, gaze narrowing.

He shook his head. “Neither are you.”

You stood fully, cautious, but curious. “So who are you?”

He hesitated. His eyes, dark and tired, flicked around the room. “Jun-ho,” he finally said. “Detective.”

“You’re a cop?”

“Undercover,” he whispered. “Trying to find someone.”

You crossed your arms. “Risky.”

He gave a tiny, humorless smile. “You’re not exactly in uniform either.”

You smirked. “Guess we’re both trespassing.”

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You didn’t know why, but something about him felt safe. Even here. Even now.

Maybe it was the way he lowered his gun the second you didn’t flinch.

Maybe it was the way his voice trembled slightly when he said his brother’s name.

Or maybe it was just the way he looked at you—like he was begging you not to disappear.

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The next time you saw him was in the surveillance room.

He shouldn’t have trusted you, but he did.

You shouldn’t have followed him, but you did.

“What are you even looking for?” you whispered as he clicked through files and footage.

“Answers.”

You raised a brow. “And when you find them?”