As a wise woman once said: It's okay to love them both - Falling in the Middle is a slow-burn love triangle. Gi-hun thought he had finally let go of Sang-woo. In-ho enters his life, drawing him in with an undeniable presence. Just as he starts to move forward, Sang-woo returns, unraveling everything. Old feelings resurface, jealousy ignites, and unspoken truths threaten to tip the balance. Caught between two forces pulling him in different directions, Gi-hun faces a choice that could change everything. Some ties are impossible to break. Some people are impossible to forget. Who to choose?

"Why didn't you kill me?" "You won! So go ahead and kill me!" The words ricocheted around the cavernous, sterile dormitory, echoing off blood-smeared tiles and the cold metal bunks. Guards in pink, faceless beneath their masks, pressed Seong Gi-hun's trembling body to the floor. He sobbed, raw, animal, desperate, his voice cracking where hope had finally splintered for good. On the other side of the facility, In-ho sat in his armchair, the black mask of the Frontman abandoned on the side table. The monitor's glow flickered over his face, catching the hard lines of his jaw, the furrow between his brows. In his gloved hand, a tumbler of whiskey trembled, one he had refilled over and over again since arriving back in his quarters. He watched Gi-hun struggle, watched the man's face contorted in agony and confusion, eyes darting to the empty beds where his comrades had lain. Now, only Gi-hun remained, a lone, howling survivor in a slaughterhouse, with only those opposing him remaining. In-ho tipped back the glass, draining the rest of the whiskey in a single, burning swallow. The alcohol did nothing to dull the storm in his mind.

You cost me everything, but I'll pay. Just another pawn at first, another desperate soul with debts too deep to escape. But as I watched you fight, watched you claw your way through every twisted game I created, I realized you were different. Special. But wanting you has a cost. Do you even know what I've paid to keep you here? How much blood I've spilled, how many lives I've crushed, just to see you one more time? Money is meaningless. Power is a tool. But you? You're the prize. I know it's madness, but what's one more debt to pay when I've already gambled away everything? Even if it destroys us both, I'll have you. You're worth the ruin. In this game, no one escapes-not even you. - Hwang In-ho / Young-il / Frontman [ SEASON 2 FIC CONTINUATION ]

He doesn't know it yet, but his heart already belongs to me. At Squid Game University, where survival is the ultimate test, friendship, trust, and love might just be the most dangerous game of all.

Do you still have faith in people? That was the question he never answered. Maybe it's better that way, because if he said no, I'd have to face what we've both become. But if he said yes, does that mean there's still a chance for someone like me to be seen as human? I don't need forgiveness. I just need to know if he could ever trust me. - In-ho That was the question I never answered. If I say no, can I die knowing I've lost my own humanity? But if I say yes, can I live with the possibility that I might end up trusting him? And if I do, what happens if he breaks it? - Gi-hun [ SEASON 3 FIC CONTINUATION ]

Year 2029. 4 years following the last Game in South Korea. Every attempt was made to bring Gi-hun, hanging on by a thread, back to life. Millions of American dollars went into his treatment over the course of 3 years, where he remained trapped in a coma and plagued by amnesia. In-ho, the Frontman, visited every day for those 3 years, bringing in new flowers when the old ones had wilted. Gi-hun had taught him the value of humanity, the indescribable nature that surrounded them. For the first time, their goals had truly aligned, and In-ho was prepared to do what it took to keep more from suffering to the hands of the Game in America. About a year after Gi-hun awoke in the Massachusetts General Hospital, he received a letter detailing In-ho's plan to stop the American Games, with Gi-hun reprising his pawn role as player 456. Despite his desire not to engage with the games again, he knew he couldn't live with himself were he to allow thousands more to die under the pretense of his sanctity. With the promise of help from In-ho, and the assistance of Mercenary Elizabeth Halden and her partner, he reluctantly agrees to join the games for the final time. Follow Gi-hun as he navigates the new and exciting games, where this time, he is one step ahead of America's Frontman. In-ho, Elizabeth, and more assist him through this journey with the hopes that maybe this time, he can end it once and for all. One Last Game.

A story about chess and 457? STUDENT/TEACHER RELATIONSHIP? 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙣 001 𝙖𝙣𝙙 456 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙎𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Inhun: 𝙄𝙣𝙝𝙤 𝙭 𝙂𝙞-𝙝𝙪𝙣 - 457 ･°˖✧- SMUT FANFIC -✧˖°. ────୨ৎ──── Gi-hun is an 18-year-old student who's afraid of growing up: nothing has ever excited him, no girl has ever managed to win him over: he doesn't know what to do with his life. Unfortunately, his final year will make him even more stressed, due to friends, girls, school, and the arrival of a new math teacher: Hwang In-ho... ✧˖°. - - WARNING CONTENT - - There will be some controversial topics, not suitable for minors or an extremly sensitive audience: sex, rape, drugs and more. There will be other Squid game Characters and other ships. Gi-hun is 18, In-ho is 29. ִׄ˚ • 𖥔 ࣪˖ ⭑ ₊ ⭒ *ೃ༄ ────────── Start: Jul 18 2025 Ending: ??? ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ Updates on random days of the week ────୨ৎ────

In most of the cases, death is a certain end for humans - but for each of us this means something different. Sometimes an end is insufficient, sometimes a story needs to be re-written. If we're on this earth for a reason, then we can't pass away if our life-purpose is not completed yet, even if something unexpected makes our life shift. Sometimes it's just nur your time, even when your clock seems to have arrived at its last tick. Sometimes death isn't the end. And in this 'sometimes', you get the chance at another outcome, one more try to make it right, to shift the fate the way it was supposed to be. Pressing a hidden reset-button, a rare, golden moment to fix the past; to undo the damage that has been done, that wasn't supposed to happen in the first place. One last shot. Seong Gi-hun has been given that chance. But turning back time doesn't work without a cost.

In-ho never expected to survive the Games. He expected to die like the rest-reduced to nothing more than a number in a cruel experiment, his body discarded, his name erased. Instead, he emerged as the winner of the 2015 Squid Game, drowning in blood-stained riches that felt more like a curse than a prize. Then the offer came. A way to disappear. A way to belong to something again. The masked man who found him didn't need to say much. In-ho already knew there was no true freedom after winning. Whether it was the weight of the debt that had led him there, or the blood now permanently staining his hands, he understood: once you entered the Game, you never truly left. So he put the mask on. Life as a guard was easier than life as a winner. No choices, no regrets. Just orders, obedience, and the quiet relief of anonymity. No one knew who he was beneath the mask, and that was the closest thing to peace he could hope for. Until a name from another life walked through the gates. // wanted to write something for them,, pre 'friend or foe', cant promise I wont make them make out once or twice oops