"Miss, would you like to play a game?" The man asked, his smile still splayed on his face as he awaited the woman's response. Taking the wrong idea immediately, Min-Rhee shuffled back a little bit, her eyes wide. "O-Oh! Oh, no.. Sorry if I gave the wrong impression, sir, but I actually have a boyfrie-" She shut herself the fuck up, the moment he opened a briefcase revealing stacks of neatly arranged cash. Taking the wrong idea yet again, Min-Rhee scoffed in offence. "Sir, I don't know who you take me for but I am not a prostitute, mkay?" Gaining no response from the man, Min-Rhee continued speaking. "I won't sell my body to you. If you're really that desperate, there's a club around the corner. It's hard to miss.. I'm sure being the good looking man you are, you won't find any trouble with picking up gir-" "Miss Kim Min-Rhee, age twenty three. You attended Seoul National University, aiming for a degree in finance while working part time to balance your occupation and your studies. Your boyfriend convinced you to drop out, and join him in the music industry. It backfired. You both turned to drugs and other illegal substances, mounting up your debt. Your mother sent you to rehab for ninety days, using all her savings for your recovery. She was later diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, the bills for chemotherapy being almost triple than what you earn annually." "..." "eh?"

"You got us into this mess. Now go win me the money." Fifteen-year-old Jung Soo-yeon never asked to be born into someone else's debt. She didn't ask to be the one cooking dinner for a drunk who forgot her birthday. And she definitely didn't ask to wake up in a green tracksuit, surrounded by strangers, with "444" stitched across her chest This is not a story about winning. It's a story about what you're worth when the world thinks you're disposable. ______________________ I don't own any of the characters except my oc jung soo-yeon ______________________ There might be some mentions of triggering topics, or hints of them, but i still don't know what they could be since i didn't finish the story.

[PLATONIC! SQUID GAME X TEEN! READER] [REMAKE OF "MINOR ISSUE"] ☆ - After your father threw you out, you were left to rot on the streets with nothing but the clothes on your back. A gang then scooped you up, not out of kindness, obviously, but because you made a great unpaid intern. Then they vanished one day. But not without leaving you a sweet, thoughtful little gift: crippling debt and loan sharks ready to filet you. And then you enter a death game. Hooray. Or... [Name] is a 16-year-old homeless disaster who stumbles into a death game and somehow collects a group of unstable adults who...care??? --- Cross-posted on ao3. Username: Alexandrathefirst69

A thirteen year old, curly-haired Y/n, seeking to help their abusive mother's debts, is thrown into a deadly version of children's games. (RELATIONSHIPS WILL BE PURELY PLATONIC!!)

𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 .☘︎ ܁˖ ( 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝟐-𝟑 x child!oc ) 𝟏𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐀𝐡𝐧 𝐉𝐢-𝐲𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 and unknowingly entered a game where death was the rule, not the risk. Now trapped in a twisted world where children play for their lives, how far will a child go to earn a future? 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 06/05/25 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: 10/26/25