Grayy-dayy - Gray_Day

My chorus teacher hate New Year's Resolutions because usually people don't follow up with it or they do and burn themselves out within a month. So 2 days ago he made us write down at least one resolution and we're going to check back in with eachother at the end of the semester/month. One of my resolutions was to write and upload the Squid Game fics I've been cooking up in the old noggin. Everyone say thank you Mr. C 😊

Also posted this on Ao3 as "Reuniting With Your Brother by Sending a Military Raid to His Place of Work" by Gray_Day

Despite the casualty, Jun-ho could not be more thankful the crew caught the Captain sabotaging the mission. As devastating as the betrayal had been, the relief of catching their loose thread and making quick progress after was rivaling those negative feelings.

The crew had first tried to threaten him to show them the island, but to no avail. They didn't scare him, because he knew they needed him alive.

It was far too dangerous to return to land right away, considering was both dark and stormy, so they contacted the police requesting to meet them at the dock. In that meantime, they managed to fish out the body that was thrown into the ocean back onto their boat. As soon as the sun met the sky, the crew was racing back to land, relieved to find police waiting for them.

The Captain was immediately taken into custody, as was the boat and all items on it. The crews on both boat gave statements to the police. The body and drone were inspected and analyzed, and it was determined that he had both killed the man and tampered with the drone. Once it was offical that the captain would face time for murder and more in depth investigation would be conducted, he finally broke. The Captain admitted to being sent out to rescue Jun-ho, and soon after was ordered to keep him away from the island. He gave names, dates, locations, payments, all of it on the table.

"Finally," Jun-ho thought, sighing with relief, "They believe me..."

It was the next day that the police set out with the crew in search of the island. Originally, the police were opposed to bringing all of them along (with Jun-ho being the exception). But, the crew had been working on this mission for weeks. They understood what was going on and could help the dispatched officers with the finer details. And it turned out to be a great benefit that Woo-seok had been working so closely with Mr. Kim and Gi-hun for 2 whole years.

Within 48 hours they had found the island. They called in the military units they had on standby. Jun-ho had assumed they would've had more precautions prepared, but it was rather simple finding and entering the building. Maybe Gi-hun really was making changes from the inside...

As Jun-ho led the police through the haunting corridors, he felt his time as a circle guard finally payed off, truly. He had a good understanding of the layout, at least for most guards and the players, and he could recall where the VIP lounges were decently enough to arrest his... the Frontman... He was the weightbaring pillar. Once the Frontman goes down, the rest of the operation goes down with him.

Jun-ho took his boat crew and the original dispatched police with him to wander the purple halls, while Woo-Seok took the other half to find the players. He was a tad apprehensive about letting Woo-Seok lead a crew on his own.

In the short time Jun-m-ho had known the man, he found him to be a bit of a goofball and not the brightest, and rather naive, as far as mobsters go. But, he had no choice to keep his head held high and see the man's positivity qualities. The man had proven to be emotionally invested in the case after his friend's unfortunate death. He had real experience working in Seoul's more... underground ... communities. He knew his weapons decently enough and was strong and skilled enough not only to defend himself, but to protect others. Most of all, the poor man was hopelessly loyal. ("He officiated my wedding!" The man kept crying the night they first met.)

Woo-Seok had known of the island and it's games for years, even if he didn't believe it for a long time. Gi-hun, ever the paranoid one, had given them a map of the layout where players were permitted. In the end, it's like Woo-Seok was meant to help him. He could trust him to take the crew and forces to the players' quarters without issue.

His hand trailed along the wall as he guided them to what he hoped was the Frontman's wing of the building. Actually walking through the purple halls again after 3 years was a bit harder than he though. Every corner, every step appeared the same. No matter what direction you turn, you couldn't escape the mind-numbing, childish purple.

Bang!

A single shot echoed in the distance, followed by the cries of a single man.

Jun-ho ran to the noise, leaving the rest of his team to follow loosely behind.

"Gi-hun!" He called out, watching as Gi-hun was dragged away from the body of another player. Guards pointed their guns at him.

"Don't bother. The police are making their away around the building. We're surrounded by military enforcement and even more are on their way. We have a collection of evidence that this is an underground gambling ring using illegal and inhumane methods of torture and murder. As well as illegal harvesting of organs to be sold on the black market."

The guards loosened their grip on Gi-hun. He squirmed out of their grasp within seconds. He crumbled to the other player's side, sobbing and put pressure on the wound.

The Frontman watched Gi-hun for moment before turning back to face Jun-ho Even with the cold, lifeless mask, the Frontman gave off an air of defeat, raising his hands above his head. The guards looked to their boss before hesitantly doing the same. Policemen pushed passed him, rushing to arrest them.

All at once the world around him felt unreal. Maybe it was the lights, or the colorful walls, but he felt like he was in a dream. People moved in and out of his field of vision. Voices around him became muffled. His back touched the wall and he slid down to the floor. He felt like someone knocked all the tension out of his body.

He did it. It was over.

His fight was over.

Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*

Me:

BLOW UP THEIR PHONES!!!

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Posted this to Ao3 as "One Battle Over, A New One Begins" by Gray_Day, a continuation of "Reuniting With Your Brother by Sending a Military Raid to His Place of Work"

His heart was beating in his ears as he held pressure to Jung-bae's wound. He was vaguely aware of the police arresting the Frontman and his guards. It's what he's wanted since the begining, but... it didn't seem to matter very much in that moment.

He could feel himself speak more than he could actually hear. He could feel his mouth moving, the words scratching at his throat, his friend's name haunting the air around him. But for some reason, the words never reached his ears.

When someone tried once again tried to pull him away from Jung-bae, he panicked, ready to become violent. Until, he saw the police officer with a first aid kit.

The man who tried to grab him from behind apologized, introducing himself as an officer and a friend of Jun-ho.

He let the officer guide him to an empty corridor. He let his mind drift away for he didnt know how long, until officers once again escort him outside. The cool air hit his face like a cold shower. It felt difficult to move on his own, almost like he was a statue, watching, but never participating in the chaos around him. Military boats and helicopters surrounded the island. EMTs and soldiers rushed around him.

Up ahead was a makeshift prehospital, where he could see Jun-ho sitting on the ground. He looked pale and very out of it. Gi-hun couldn't blame him, he felt the same way.

Guards were being arrested and unmasked before being escorted onto boats in units. Most of them looked so young, all with a dull look in their eyes. They all looked like average people he would pass on the street.

His gaze floated around the scene before him with no particular destination, until it fell on the frontman, wrists cuffed, surrounded by soldiers, with no mask on.

"...Young-il...?" His voice cracked.

Young-il spotted Gi-hun as a soldier patted him down. He sighed, looking... defeated?

Gi-hun felt like he was about to throw up. His knees caved in and he fell to the ground. He began to dry heave and an officer rushed him to the prehospital. They sat him down with a bucket across from Jun-ho. They locked eyes.

"Young-il... He's the Frontman..." Gi-hun said faintly.

Jun-ho tilted his head, eyes squinting, "Young-il? Who is that."

He nodded his head in the direction of the Frontman, "He was a player... Or, I thought he was..." The nausea continued to swirl around in his head.

Jun-ho shook his head. "No. No, that's In-ho." He paused.

"That's my brother."

Gi-hun buried his head in the bucket as vomit began pouring out his mouth. Tears began to stream down his cheek.

This was far more than he was prepared to handle...

Young-il, player 001. This first person so approach him on the first day. Who changed his vote just for him. Who so quickly accepted Jun-hee into their team with open arms. Who laughed, mourned, fought with them.

This was the man responsible for countless deaths. The man that tormented his dreams. The man that lived with a silver spoon in his mouth. He could kill anyone he wanted with the snap of his finger.

This was the man who had both ruined Gi-hun's life and a tight grip on his heart.

After he was pretty certain he was done vomiting, he finally lifted his head up from the now disgusting bucket and wiped his mouth with a nearby cloth. He breathed in and out through his mouth. He closed his eyes and let the sounds around him cleanse his mind. Sure, the yelling of soldiers, static of police radios, and whopping of helicopters was loud, but the rustling of trees, the whispers of the breeze, his own, slowed breathing canceled all of that out so nicely.

"The man that was next to you," Jun-ho started, "the one that got shot. Who is he?"

Gi-hun shifted around. "Park Jung-bae. He's a good friend of mine."

Jun-ho nodded, not pushing for more details. "We spent a few days searching for the island, but we kept bumping into dead ends. They knew we were looking for them and sent us to a few traps. Turns out the fisherman who's been helping me the last three was working for them. He killed one of our men and tampered with our drone."

Gi-hun's eyes widened. "Three years? They've really been keeping tabs on us, huh..."

Jun-ho took a swig from a waterbottle. "Makes a lot of sense. The Frontman shot me and he was the one who found me." he said.

Gi-hun furrowed his brow, "You never questioned how he saved you from here and was never once able to find it again?"

The younger man paused before looking away, his cheeks now tinted a rosy pink. "What matters now is the mission is over. We can rest now."

Gi-hun nodded, but both men knew this wasn't true. The pain wouldn't go away anytime soon. They still have to deal with the government, the press, the trauma. The only thing that made what was to come easier than the last three year was the significant lack of death.

He hesitated before speaking. "Maybe, in the middle of all this... when we're both free... you would want to grabs some drinks? My treat."

Jun-ho looked at him, a bit surprised. "Yeah. That would be nice."

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the obsession some people have with their ships being canonized…..who are you, the catholic church

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