𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄;
機会
➤【 yandere squid games x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, an ex-military girl finds herself in such debt that she thinks she has to compete in deadly games for money, unknowingly compromising the entire system when those in...
❛❛ GET OFF OF ME, ❜❜ THE GUARD demanded of (Y/n) rather forcefully, struggling in her grip even though it was like iron shackles that were keeping him from moving.
"And why should I do that?" She hummed, clearly amused by the whole situation.
"Because if you don't... I will kill you."
"See... I just can't believe that," she shook her head as she teased him with her fingers on his mask, as if she were going to take it off. "You want to know why? Well, it's because of what you had said not even moments earlier. Didn't you receive orders from your superior not to have me bound and gagged? Then... that must mean something, right? I must be quite important to whoever's in charge for such a thing to be done... am I wrong?"
"You're too confident for your own good," he snapped back at her.
"Maybe... but doesn't that make things more interesting?" She laughed, finally getting off of him and sitting in the seat next to him, watching as he straightened out his pink suit.
"I'm surprised you didn't take off my mask... that's a mistake on your part."
"A mistake? Why do you say that?"
He didn't answer her, instead opening the door and stepping out, gesturing for her to do the same, which she did. He stared at her for a second longer before he walked toward the driver's side and slid in, about to drive off before faltering. Rolling down the window, waiting until (Y/n) noticed and inched closer, he sighed.
"What?"
"I want to know..." he began, trailing off since he wasn't even sure if what he was doing was being in sound mind and body. "...each time that you spoke to me, how did you know that it was me?"
She smirked.
"What?" It was now his turn to ask the one-worded question, baffled by her reaction.
"A lot of people don't notice things about others unless they've talked with them and known them for a long time," she started as she leaned against the door of the car, her arms propped up since the window was still rolled down. "But I've been trained to observe people I don't know. To observe people who are masked and undercover. You guards may not know it, but you have subtle differences in how you walk, how you carry yourself, how you hold a weapon, how you tilt your head when you talk... and it's all obvious to me."
