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Summary: Things in your life had started to fall apart the moment your father passed away. Not only had you lost a part of your family, someone important to you, someone who raised you with blood, sweat and tears; you lost everything, literally. How could you believe that your father, the person you trusted the most, had left you with a ridiculously large debt? There was no possible way you could pay it off, and you definitely wouldn't tell your boyfriend.You were desperate, you would do anything to get rid of that burden, even if it meant going to some children's games to fight against 456 other people, after all, they were just that; simple children's games. Author’s note: Hey! It's me again, being the disorganized and horribly scatterbrained person I am lol. A few months ago, I received this request and had written it, but, you know, I got distracted and had been doing a little bit of everything (sorry). Anyway, I finally decided to post it so you don't think I forgot about it and also because I've been having some issues writing the Yoongi request (my problem? The lack of time lol). Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (female) AUs: Squid Game!AU Word count: 1k Status: Ongoing Permanent Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss @yooglefics @tan-veee @angellekookie Dividers by @sisterlucifergraphics

5 years. 5 years had passed since Taehyung decided to turn his life around, to make the decision to leave behind everything he knew and loved in order to finally be free, to grab the most important things and escape from North Korea.

He believed that life on the other side of the country would be better, calmer, more bearable, but he was so damn wrong; he spent months trying to get a job that would give him enough to live decently, tried to settle with the little money he had, but all he found were scams and people with bad intentions who only wanted to take advantage of him, just like they had done in the North.

It was then, when desperation was consuming him and he feared living the rest of his life on the streets, dying of hunger and cold, wishing he had the change he so desperately wanted in his life, that a mysterious man entered his life.

He was a tall, handsome man, wearing a stylish suit and a dark leather briefcase that made him look even more professional than he already was.

This man was the only one who offered him honest help, the one who gave him an out from his miserable life, a life that seemed like it had no happy ending for him. According to the man, the job was simple, all he had to do was… use the skills he had learned during his time in the Northern military, he just had to threaten people who had entered that strange place of their own free will, for ambition.

He never thought they would actually make him pull the trigger, that they would really force him to shoot women, young people barely 20 years old, elderly people, mothers and fathers; he never thought that in order to live in a place as bright and luxurious as South Korea, he would need to kill people as miserable as he was to survive.

But he did it.

He did it because he wanted to live, because he wanted a life like the rest of the world, he wanted to be happy, and the only way to achieve it was this.

At least, that's what he thought until he met you.

You were the daughter of one of the most important businessmen in all of Korea, with perfect manners and a face so beautiful that fashion magazines fought to get even a collaboration with you. You were the damn star of the moment, and Taehyung envied you so much.

When the games were over and he received his pay, he bought a small, simple apartment near the center, got a makeover—because, after a year living in this place, he realized that people were easily swayed by appearance—and got a job at one of your father's companies.

At one of the companies where you also worked as creative director.

He watched you walk back and forth with at least five people around you, how you always seemed to maintain this professional side, testing the company's products and consulting with employees about sales and recommendations.

And he just watched you from afar, feeling his blood boil inside because he hated that someone could have so many things handed to them on a silver platter, because he hated seeing how you acted so sweetly with everyone, how your bright smile and soft voice seemed to charm everyone, how you had more money than he would ever have just because you were lucky enough to be born into a wealthy family.

He tried to convince himself that he hated you, that he envied every detail of your life, but deep down, very deep down, he knew that wasn't the case.

He didn't watch you in secret because he hated you, he didn't wait for you to go to the store where he worked just to judge you with his gaze; Taehyung wanted you to see him, just as he saw you.

And then, one day like any other, you approached the store where he worked.

He still remembered like it was yesterday what you were wearing, remembered how the beautiful, long, elegant dress you had on floated gracefully around you, how the cream-colored coat fell over your shoulders, hiding some of your hair underneath. He also remembered how that day you wore a brand new lipstick that made your lips look a thousand times more kissable, how your eyes seemed to shine just by talking about the work you were doing and how excited you were for it to be done as soon as possible.

He still remembered how, before you left, you turned to look at him one last time, how your cheeks flushed when you realized he was already watching you, and how you awkwardly fled from the store with those five people trying to keep up with you, talking about your upcoming meetings.

Maybe for others, that would have been the first time you spoke, and nothing more, but for you? For Taehyung? That moment was what changed your lives forever, his life.

You had opened a door directly to happiness, and he decided to walk through it with you, hand in hand.

There was just one problem: Taehyung's past could never be erased, and sooner or later, it would catch up to him.

And he only realized that when, through his dark mask, with his rifle in hand, aiming at the players, he saw you, of all people, in the middle of that arena, running toward the goal, trembling every time a shot was fired, every time someone like him shot someone like you.

And only then did he know he was completely destroyed, and that he would do anything to get you out of this damn place, even if it meant you would hate him for the rest of your life.

Masterlist.