Sae-byeok x fem!reader
L/n Y/n, a broken sixteen-year-old girl, signs up for a slaughter house disguised as children's games to win money to escape her abusive father and to give her younger sister a better life than what was handed to them. There s...
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WARNING(S): GORE, LANGUAGE, BRIEF MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE
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I blinked, the harshness of light blaring down at me. I squeezed my eyes back closed with a grunt, burying my face further into my pillow and continued to koala hug it close. It was a nice pillow that made me feel safe, like nothing could ever touch me ever again. It smelled like winter and vanilla; it smelled like something familiar. I squeezed it tighter and felt it shake with laughter—
Wait. Shake with laughter...?
I leaned away and glanced up. Sae-byeok was laying down beside me, hair mused and dark eyes staring down at me. She had her head propped up with her hand, arm loosely draped over my shoulders. I felt the temperature seemingly rise and I glanced away quickly. "S-Sorry," I stammered, pulling myself from her.
Her arm tightened though and dragged me back to her side. "I don't mind," she replied, nearly black eyes peering down into mine.
"Oh." I hesitantly settled back down. Her fingers started running through my hair and I sighed, gaining confidence and pressing my face into the side of her neck. I wrapped my arms around her torso and placed my legs around her waist again. A peaceful silence washed over us as sleep threatened to take hold once more.
Then the classical music started. "Attention, players. It is now time for breakfast. All players, please form a line in the center of the room," the PA woman's voice crackled over the intercom.
I groaned loudly and felt Sae-byeok chuckle. I pouted and opened my mouth to protest against her finding amusement in my suffering when 212 decided to hop herself right in front of our bed.
"Hey," 212 yapped, over the metal of the bunk beds to stare down at us. "What'd you see? Tell me now."
I peeked up at Sae-byeok and saw the small smile she had was completely gone and, in place, were her cold eyes and a blank expression. She shifted and sat up, leaning against the bars of our bed. In the movement, I ended up sliding into her lap since I had basically been sleeping right on top of her, my thighs resting on the sides of hers. Sae-byeok—true to her word—really didn't seem to mind in the slightest as her arms looped around my waist, tugging me to her chest as she stared at 212 unamused.
