Squid Game one shots

❤️‍🩹Gi-Hun x reader

He sat at the park bench like he’d done every day for weeks—jacket wrinkled, hair slightly messy, that red hair dye finally fading back to brown like a bruise healing too slowly.

You didn’t know why you sat beside him the first time.

Maybe it was the way he fed the birds with care like they were fragile. Maybe it was the quiet pain behind his eyes. Or maybe it was just that he looked like someone trying very hard to stay alive, even when he didn’t know how.

“You always feed them?” you asked, tossing a crumb to a pigeon.

He looked at you sideways. “Only when they’re hungry.”

You smiled. “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

Gi-hun shrugged. “Sometimes people don’t even notice the hungry ones.”

That was the first conversation.

The second one happened three days later.

“Still thinking about the birds?” you asked.

“No,” he said. “Thinking about people who didn’t make it.”

Your smile faded. “I get that.”

He turned to you, eyes narrowing slightly like he was trying to place you.

“You ever lose someone?” he asked.

You nodded slowly. “A few.”

That was all you said. He didn’t ask for more. You didn’t offer it.

It became a routine.

You. Him. That same bench. Crumbs, silence, then slowly, little words traded like currency.

He learned your favorite candy. You learned he liked his coffee too sweet.

He told you he had a daughter.

You told him you once sang on a stage.

It wasn’t romance yet. Just warmth. Familiarity. The start of something not broken.

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One day, he handed you a cup of coffee.

“It’s too sweet,” you said, sipping it.

He grinned. “Exactly how I like it.”

“Corrupting me?”

“Trying to,” he said, eyes lighting up in that boyish way that made him look ten years younger.

You stared at him for a moment, surprised by the softness in your chest.

“Hey,” you said.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

He didn’t answer right away.

He looked at his hands. Looked at the birds. Then looked at you.

“No,” he said honestly. “But you make it easier.”

You didn’t say anything. You just reached for his hand and held it.

He didn’t let go.

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One afternoon, it started to rain while you two sat there.

You expected him to curse, to run for shelter.

Instead, he just leaned back and let it fall on his face.

“Feels real,” he murmured.

“Because it’s cold and inconvenient?” you teased.

“Because it doesn’t stop when you want it to.”

You watched a droplet slide down his cheek.

And maybe that was the moment.

The one where you realized you didn’t just care for Gi-hun. You loved him. Quietly. Patiently. Deeply.

And maybe he didn’t say it out loud, but the way he looked at you told you he felt it too.

Like even if everything else had been taken from him… he still had this.

You.

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One day, he brought a bag of dried flowers.

“For what?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I figured you’d know what to do with them.”

You blinked. “Why?”

“Because you’re good with things that are… delicate,” he said. “Things people forget still have worth.”

You stared at the flowers, unsure what to say.

He added quickly, “I just saw them and thought of you.”

You smiled. “That’s the sweetest weird thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“I’m full of weird sweet things,” he joked.

You looked up.

And kissed him.

Just once. Just softly.

But long enough to feel his breath hitch. Long enough to feel him kiss you back.

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After that, he stopped showing up alone.

He showed up with you.

To the park.

To the corner store.

To places he never dared to go by himself before.

And every time someone looked at him like he was broken…

You looked at him like he was healing.