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    “Your rut should hit before the games end, yes?” Il-nam chirps, like it’s an entirely acceptable thing to ask, and In-ho clenches his jaw.
    Stiffly, obediently, he answers, “Yes, sir. It won’t interfere with my performance.”
    The old Alpha leans in, devious intent glittering behind the mask. “You should use 456.”
    “Sir?”
    “Really. I want you to have him. I picked him out for you. His scent is excellent, despite his background. And he’s very docile.”
    “That’s very thoughtful, sir,” In-ho says, and tries to turn away, but the Host catches at his sleeve and emits a musty pulse of dominant pheromones, the frail old fingers shockingly strong.
    "Tonight,” he says placidly. “He’ll die tomorrow, and I want those tapes.”
    In-ho’s stomach turns. They’ve never intruded on his rut like this, on a moment of privacy this primal, this raw.
    “I have,” he says, slightly raw around the edges, “Perhaps, a... more entertaining alternative.”

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    The Host wants the Front Man to put on a show with Player 456. In-ho would rather eat glass, so he comes up with an alternative offer.

    Player 218 will watch the coupling.

    The VIPs will watch Player 218.

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    04 Sep 2025

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    “You never kill me. I mean— You get close, or tempted to, but you've never once killed me in any version of this. Why is that?”

    Inho stared off, not speaking. His jaw clenched, and Gihun knew it meant he was holding back. He'd seen him do it a hundred times, even if Inho would never remember.

    “Are you afraid?”

    This made him scoff, looking off to the side almost rolling his eyes in disbelief. “I've killed more people than I could count, in my first game and in yours. I've killed my own guards–”

    “I wasn't talking about killing.” Gihun stepped closer, looking at him once again. “Are you afraid to lose me, Inho?”

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    The one where Gihun is forced to relive the games over and over again until he gets it right.

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    “Why did you save me?” Gi-hun whispers one night.

    Jun-hee is fast asleep, wrapped up in a tight blanket. In-ho looks startled when he asks him such a simple, yet profound, question. He sets down his book on the nightstand table and gazes at him with those eyes that haunt his dreams.

    “I couldn’t bear to watch you die,” he explains.

    OR: The Fix-It Fanfic I had to write after the grief and sorrow of that terrible series finale.

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    "You take risks without thinking," In-ho mused as he watched Gi-hun's fingers tighten around his last chip. "That's why you always lose."

     

    "And yet, here I am. Still playing."

     

    The faintest smirk curled around In-ho’s lips. "Because you don't know how to stop." He leaned in, voice quiet but dangerous. "Tell me, Gi-hun—what happens when there's nothing left to bet but yourself?"

    Gi-hun is drowning in debt, In-ho is swimming in wealth as the owner of an exclusive high-stakes casino. Two worlds that should never collide—until one desperate gamble pulls Gi-hun into a life he has yet to understand.

    But when the devil asks you to play, can you really afford to say no?

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    He wants, wants, wants.

    Gi-hun swallows the want. Ignores the longing. Squeezes a little tighter on Young-il’s shoulder to check if he’s real.

    “You can’t be here,” Gi-hun says, rough, hushed enough for the bystanders to not catch. They probably still do, the silence in the dormitory deafening.

    “You weren’t supposed to be here,” Young-il says in return, leaning his head on the wall. He sighs and closes his eyes briefly. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”

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    Or, a retelling of season two, except Gi-hun meets and falls for a man called Young-il during the search party of episode one. They meet again in the games.

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    03 Aug 2025