all eyes on her II hwang in-ho

all eyes on her II hwang in-ho

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 29, 2026
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Fanfic
Squid Game
Six years had passed since Min-seo's husband vanished without a trace. Despite her efforts, she found peace with the thought that he would never return. That is until a man at the train station offers her a contact card - on it, three symbols that seem oddly familiar. And they had only ever turned up after his disappearance. Could it be coincidence? The hope to find the answers about what happened all those years ago outweighs her fear and so she calls the number and finds herself in the middle of her worst nightmare. Yet she focuses on her mission: find In-ho. Even if it meant to dig deeper than allowed. Best rankings: #1 gi-hun #2 in-ho
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A Squid Game fanfic involving In-ho and the reader. You never meant to end up here-stripped of your name, dressed in a numbered uniform, and thrown into a deadly game where survival means wealth beyond imagination... and failure means death. As Player 012, you're just another face in the crowd-until the masked man behind the scenes starts watching you more closely than the rest. Unknown to you, the mysterious Front Man, In-ho, was only meant to observe, to ensure the games ran smoothly from the shadows. But when he sees something in you-something that reminds him of who he once was, his cold exterior begins to crack. With each round, the stakes rise, and so does his need to protect you.

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