Yandere Squid Game x Reader

019(EDITED)

《Front Man POV》

     Sighing in frustration, I hurled my glass of whiskey at the wall. It shattered instantly, shards raining down as the amber liquid splashed across the surface, leaving a dark stain behind.

     "I told you to keep your eyes on her, didn't I?" I growled, voice low and dangerous.

     The square-masked guard stiffened, visibly trembling. He nodded quickly, too scared to speak.

     "And what did you do?" I demanded.
Silence.

     "I swear—if you don’t answer—" I snapped, grabbing the pistol off the desk and pointing it at him.

     "I DIDN'T KEEP MY EYES ON HER!" he finally cried out.

     I lowered the gun and gave a small, cold smile. "Exactly."

     Bang.

     The bullet pierced his forehead with brutal precision. His body hit the floor with a lifeless thud, mask knocked loose from the impact. Blood pooled on the wooden floor.

     "Clean this mess up, Dohyun." I ordered, gesturing to Number 43. The circle-masked worker—Dohyun—nodded and scrambled forward.

     I slumped into the chair in front of the monitor wall, rubbing my temples.

     “Ahhh...Y/N...where are you?” I muttered to myself. “So, we’re playing hide and seek now.”

     I stood up, my coat rustling around me, and walked out.

《Main Room》

     I stood before a line of workers—four of them—each handpicked, each irreplaceable in their own way.

     ■Ji-yong■

     My most trusted square guard.

     Sharp eyes. Sharper mind. Cold and calculating—the kind of man who could command an entire army with just a look. A born leader, quiet yet suffocating in his authority. He follows rules because he writes them—or at least, he thinks he does. The others follow him not out of loyalty, but out of instinct—like prey too afraid to run.

     ■Seo-jun■

     My most vicious, unhinged triangle.

     Bipolar. Volatile. Always walking a tightrope between cocky smirks and pulling the trigger just for fun. His obsession with weapons—especially guns—makes him dangerous even when he's calm. But that's where Suho comes in.

     ■Suho■

     My most loyal triangle.

     Charming, well-spoken—the type who could make betrayal sound like a lullaby. But make no mistake, he’s grounded. Controlled. Keeps Seo-jun on a leash better than any circle mask ever could. When things get too loud, Suho’s the one who brings the peace—fast and clean. He’s been my right hand for years now.

     And then there’s—

     ■Dohyun■

     My obedient little circle.

     Eager. Quiet. Desperate to please. He doesn’t speak unless spoken to, doesn’t move unless ordered. A perfect little mutt in a mask. But damn if he doesn’t get things done fast. Cleaning. Carrying. Covering. He’s the one you send in after the gunfire ends.

     I folded my arms behind my back and looked them over, each of them standing rigid in place.

     "Four of you. That’s all I need."