Squid Game: Hwang In-ho | Front Man x Reader Oneshots

Kiss With A Fist

song inspiration: kiss with a fist by florence + the machine

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"Do we really have to do this now?"

You stood in the elevator with In-ho, making your way to one of the several storage rooms on site. It was almost midnight and you just wanted to go to sleep. The next round of games were about to start, and you'd mistakenly misplaced some critical information on some of the players. You suspected a guard moved the files to one of the storage rooms, but with the amount of information the organization kept, finding it might take a while.

In-ho scoffed next to you. "Yes. And you're lucky I'm going with you to help look for it."

You rolled your eyes. "I just don't see why this can't get done tomorrow. It's late."

"If you hadn't been so careless, we wouldn't have to do this in the first place."

"Why does everything have to be on paper anyways? Everything should be digital now. There's no reason for us to have all this paper." You knew you made a mistake, but having to go through all of this was too much.

He sighed sharply. "Would you stop complaining?"

Before you could respond, the elevator door opened, and you started searching for the missing files. It was beyond annoying having to search through everything when it could be so much simpler if everything was digital. You spent almost an hour searching before In-ho approached you and pushed the files into your chest, shoving you backwards a bit.

"Here. Now put them where they belong. And don't fuck up again."

He walked away, and you stood there angrily. He was so fucking irritating. You knew he probably relished in seeing you make a mistake. You'd worked with him almost a year now, and from the very beginning the two of you never got along. He clearly felt threatened by your presence, having worked alone before you came along. Anytime you contributed, he treated you like a nuisance.

But that never discouraged you. Like In-ho, you'd won a round of the Squid Games yourself, so dealing with him was nothing. You had no problem giving him the same treatment he'd given you. The problem was, you worked together every single day, almost all of your time spent side by side. Being around someone who constantly tried to undermine you was a daily challenge.

You shook off your anger and put the files away before going to bed. You and In-ho had a shared living space, with separate rooms. There was no escaping him, so you tried your best to let it go. Of course, things didn't always work out that way.

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A few days later, the Squid Games began, and everything seemed to go by without any problems. Even after the players had voted to leave, a good amount decided to come back. It wasn't until you noticed In-ho acting strange that you realized something was going on.

He'd been acting particularly stressed and distant, constantly running off to go do some unknown task. You knew the games added another level of stress to your job, but his behavior wasn't normal. Anytime you tried to question him, he'd give you the usual cold shoulder or rude demeanor.

He was away yet again when you heard the guards speaking over the radio. A guard had gone missing? What the hell was he up to? You immediately made your way to the VIP escape area, where In-ho was kneeling next to a guard.

"What the hell is going on?"

He stood and turned around, his fingers bloody, holding a bullet. His mask was on, but you could tell he was annoyed to see you. "It's being handled."

"Clearly it isn't." You gestured towards the guard, dead on the ground.

He threw the bullet to the side. "Go check the rooms." He walked past you, leaving before you could say anything else. He always got like that when he made a mistake, not wanting to give you the benefit of seeing him fail.