Squid Game x Reader

Eight

Then an uproar forms in the crowd as people cry out that they don't care for the money. Threats are made that police will come soon and arrest those behind these malicious games. As it escalates, the guard pulls out a hidden handgun in one swift motion and fires a warning shot in the air. The crowd goes silent, people staggering back in shock. 

The guard begins reciting the terms and conditions we agreed to, reminding us we signed a contract. But then Sang-woo steps forward and all attention draws to him. 

"Clause three," he shouts out, firmly staring down the guard. "The games may be terminated upon a majority vote. Is that correct?" Relief courses through my system as I realise he's right. I saw that clause too. 

The guard says, "That is correct." A wave of hope washes over the crowd, many breathing out sighs of relief. 

"Then let us take a vote," Sang-woo challenges, standing confidently. "If the majority wishes to quit, you will have to let us go." 

"As you wish," the leader says with ease. "But before we vote, we will reveal the prize amount from the first game." 

He raises that little remote again. He must just carry it around with him, I guess. The golden piggy bank lights up and then wads of cash begin falling into it from a tube. Some strange arcade song plays as this happens. 

And falling down into that piggy bank is more fucking money that I have seen in my twenty-one years of living. Everyone gapes as the money just continues to drop and drop, until it is filling up half of the bank. 

The guard explains that a hundred million won is at stake per player. Since 255 people were eliminated, there has now been 25.5 billion won of prize money accumulated. However, if we are to quit now, we go home empty-handed. 

Someone asks the question I think is on everyone's mind - "How much will we earn if we make it through all six games?" 

"There are 456 players. So the total is 45.6 billion won. We will begin the vote." 

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The money entices me. Well of course it does. 45.6 billion won is no joke. I think about the life I could have with that much money, the life I could make for my brother and I. Could buy a nice house in a safe neighbourhood. Never worry about bills, never... worry. Dae-hyung could attend a prestigious university, hell, the kid is more than smart enough to be accepted into one. I could ensure his future is bright and full of opportunities. I could even afford psychiatric aid from professionals to help my depressed aunt battle her alcohol addiction. 

Then I think about the blood that dripped down my face just hours ago. Blood belonging to someone who had their life cruelly ripped from them. Someone who was a child once, many years ago, loved by their mother. Two-hundred and fifty-five people taken without mercy. It's a twisted and heinous crime. And I will have nothing to do with this place or the people behind it. 

I vote to quit. As soon as my hand slams on the 'X' button which sends my vote up on the screen, I know I've made the right decision. The unanimous choice is almost even in number, but finally it's settled: we're going home. 

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I hear tires screech to a stop before someone throws me out of a vehicle. I'm still groggy from the sleeping gas, but my mind jolts awake as soon as I collide with the hard ground. I'm blind-folded so I have no fucking clue where I am and this is made all the more distressing when I realise my hands are bound behind my back. Where the hell have they taken me? And why does this cold air hitting my skin tell me I'm naked? They could've at least had the decency to let me remain clothed. 

Someone removes my blind-fold. I blink at a rapid rate, surveilling my surroundings, seeing I am on the side of a dark road. My eyes fall onto a man laying beside me and realise it is none other than Sang-woo. "Whoever you are, untie my restraints," Sang-woo demands, unable to see due to still being blind folded. I wonder for the briefest moment why they didn't just take his glasses away instead of blind folding him, but come to the conclusion this is a stupid thought. 

Blood rushes to my cheeks when I notice he's shirtless, only in his underwear. I look down at myself and see it's the same with me, like I expected.

The other man is here too, the one who saved Gi-hun in the game, and he appears to still be knocked out from the sleeping gas. Beside him is a pile of three black duffel bags that I assume withholds our belongings.

"It's me. (Y/n)," I tell Sang-woo. "Don't worry, I'll untie you."

My hands are still bound so I do a funny wiggle until my back faces Sang-woo and I can use my fingers to untie the rope restraining his wrists. It takes a few moments, but I finally loosen it. He rips his hands free, then raises them to his blind fold, removing it from his eyes and readjusting his crooked glasses.

When he notices me sitting there only in my underwear, he instantly goes stock-still. His gaze runs down my small figure, but he quickly snaps his eyes back up to meet mine, regaining composure. He leans down to me and stiffly undos my own restraints, then helps me to my feet. As we stand, we end up alarmingly close to each other, his bare chest almost touching mine that's only covered with a bra. I look up at him with my breath caught in my throat.

The man on the ground interrupts, groaning in discomfort. "Where am I?" he mumbles. "Is somebody there? I need help!"

Sang-woo clears his throat, ripping his eyes away from mine as he steps away from me. While Sang-woo removes the man's blind fold and restraints, I put clothes on from the bags next to us once I find the one containing my belongings. Jeans and a hooded sweatshirt to shield me from the cold night air. 

Once all restraints have been removed, both the men put some clothes on. The one I still don't know the name of looks around, squinting at our surroundings. 

"Sir, where are we?" he asks Sang-woo which is definitely something I too would like to know. 

"Yeouido." 

"Where exactly is that?" 

I sigh when I realise Sang-woo is right, this is Yeouido, and that means I am four hours away from home. Why couldn't they have just dropped me somewhere close to my street? These fucking pink bastards give me more and more reasons to hate them. 

I reply to the man's question before Sang-woo does. "It's in the centre of Seuol," I say.

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