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Gi-hun entered his motel room in a hurry, freezing on the spot once he saw who was inside.
The recruiter—or as he knew him as—Jun-seo.
Jun-seo faced Gi-hun, bringing a hand up to adjust his collar. He flashed the man a smirk, a gun dangling from his other hand.
“We meet again, Seong-ssi,” he greeted, leaning against the wall.
Gi-hun tensed up. Seeing that smirk made his blood run cold.
“I tracked you down,” Gi-hun said quickly, his breathing shaky. He took a step back, eyeing the door behind him, “I won the games. Why are you here?” His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms, “And how do you know where I live? Have you been watching me?”
Gi-hun’s mind raced as he tried to process the recruiter’s sudden appearance in his home. The invasion of his privacy.. Had he been stalked and had no idea up until now? No, he couldn’t be that clueless. He shook his head, focusing on the situation at hand.
“I want you to leave,” he said firmly, pointing towards the door. “Now.”
“No,” the recruiter refused, smiling. He glanced at his gun, tapping the barrel against the wall. “You’ve been watching me. I thought it’d be fair if I watched you too,” he chuckled, unable to suppress his amusement. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Finding me here?”
Gi-hun’s eyes narrowed. This attractive bastard..
He took another step back, his shoulder brushing against the door. There was nowhere left to run, nowhere to hide from this nightmare that seemed to haunt him.
“Apart from the money, I got nothing but trauma from those games,” Gi-hun said bitterly. “Do you really think I’m happy to see you?” He felt a pang of hurt in his heart as he remembered the horrors he had witnessed, the friends he’d lost. The recruiter’s presence only brought those painful memories rushing back.
“Please, just tell me what you want,” he continued, his voice strained. “And then leave. I won’t ask again.”
Jun-seo chuckled, pushing himself off the wall as he approached Gi-hun, making him flinch.
“Well, I’m certainly happy to see you, Gi-hun,” he mused. “I don’t think I’m the one who wants anything, but it seems to me that you have questions.”
The recruiter’s closeness made Gi-hun’s skin crawl. He pressed himself harder against the wall, trapped and cornered. He couldn’t avoid this. “Don’t call me by name. You don’t have the right to act like you know me,” he whispered.
Jun-seo seemed to be listening and staring in complete silence. It was unnerving. And annoying, to be honest.
“What do you want from me?” Gi-hun demanded, his voice rising in pitch. “I’ve already won the prize money. I’ve already fulfilled my end of the bargain. Why are you here?” His breath came in short, sharp gasps as he stared into Jun-seo’s dark, uneven eyes. The other’s gaze seemed to pierce through gim, seeing all the way to the shattered remnants of his soul. “Tell me, and then get the fuck out of my house.”
“I said no,” Jun-seo repeated, leaning closer before pressing the gun he was holding against Gi-hun’s chest, tracing the spot where his heart is. He saw the way the color drained from his face at the threatening gesture and slowly lowered the weapon, sending shivers down both of their spines. “You’ve been naughty, Seong-ssi. Such an attitude doesn’t fit you.”
Gi-hun narrowed his eyes, his heart beating wildly. He couldn’t believe the audacity.. and control this man had.
“I think my attitude is the only thing that’s kept me sane after everything you put me through,” Gi-hun said through gritted teeth, staring defiantly into the other’s eyes. “Take the gun away.” The urge to grab the gun was overwhelming, yet not the smartest idea. He couldn’t risk that without getting shot. He knew better than to make a sudden move. The recruiter was too unpredictable, too unstable.
“Please,” he said, hating the desperation that crept into his tone. “I won the games. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Jun-seo scoffed, shoving the gun inside his suit jacket. He then leaned in closer, whispering in Gi-hun’s ear.
“I think you deserve far more. I can do that. I’ve given you a lot, haven’t I?”
Gi-hun shuddered, the man’s breath tickling his ear, his words sending unwanted arousal through him—the way he said it. He clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to pull away from the invasive proximity.
“Given me a lot?” he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You mean the trauma, the nightmares, the constant fear that you or someone like you, other recruiters, would shut up at my door?” He shook his head, sighing. “I don’t want what you have to offer, Jun-seo. I just want you to leave me alone.”
Jun-seo’s smile widened, reaching out to cup Gi-hun’s cheek, tilting his head.
Gi-hun leaned into the touch despite himself. How pathetic.
“Please,” he begged, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m begging you. Don’t make me do something I’ll regret,” the threat was clear in his voice, but Gi-hun knew he was outmatched. Jun-seo held all the power. He could only pray that the recruiter would show mercy—even as a part of him thrilled at the danger that radiated from the man before him.
“We both know you won’t,” the recruiter whispered, his thumb brushing over Gi-hun’s lower lip.
“Don’t be so sure,” Gi-hun muttered. “You may have underestimated me once before. Don’t make the same mistake again.” Despite the fear, Gi-hun felt a heat building low in his belly. The recruiter’s touch, his proximity, the undeniable charisma—it weakened him.
“I won’t hesitate to hurt you,” he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. “I swear it,” but even as the words left his mouth, Gi-hun knew they rang hollow. Jun-seo had a spell over him, a dark allure. It was the same spell that had drawn him into the Squid Games in the first place, all because of this very man standing in front of him.
“Please. Don’t make me prove it.”
Jun-seo sighed, “I’m afraid I might like that, Seong-ssi,” he admitted, staring him down. “Sounds appealing, but you’re not capable of it.”
Gi-hun’s eyes widened at those dismissive words. He had no idea, then. He suddenly grabbed the recruiter’s wrist, wrenching his hand away from his face.
“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” he spat. “I’m not the same person I was before the games. I won’t hesitate to paint this room red with your blood if you force my hand,” he let out, holding Jun-seo’s gaze.
Jun-seo’s breath hitched, eyes widening and pupils dilating. Not because he was scared. No—okay, maybe he felt a little threatened. But he was getting turned on by this. And he was shameless about it.
Jun-seo bit his lip, searching Gi-hun’s face desperately as his arousal could be felt at their proximity, “I– I’m..” he trailed off, stammering.
Gi-hun’s eyes widened again, noticing a small blush spreading across Jun-seo’s cheeks. No way. Was Jun-seo actually affected by his threat?
“You’re not scared,” he pointed out. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Oh, this attractive bastard. “You’re fucked up, Jun-seo. You know that?”
Gi-hun might’ve been lying earlier. He couldn’t hurt Jun-seo, not in the way he truly wanted to. Maybe the way the recruiter so desperately seemed to crave.
He did the only thing he could think to do. He leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips against Jun-seo’s in an angry kiss. A kiss fueled by all the rage, all the fear, all the desire within him.
He kissed Jun-seo like a man starved, like a man desperate to claim something, anything. He kissed him like he hated him, like he loved him, like he wanted to devour him whole and spit him out.
He just hoped he wouldn’t regret it.
Jun-seo gasped, moaning in the kiss, slowly relaxing as he held onto Gi-hun’s jacket, kissing him back, grinding his erection against Gi-hun’s thigh.
Gi-hun groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as Jun-seo’s tongue invaded his mouth. He refused to satisfy and pleasure Jun-seo, breaking the kiss with a gasp and trying to catch his breath.
“If we keep this up, one of us is going to get hurt,” but they were already hurt—both of them, in ways that ran bone-deep. The question was, how much further were they willing to take this twisted dance of power and desire?
“What do you want from me, Jun-seo?”
Jun-seo’s breath shuddered above Gi-hun’s lips, a desperate look in his dark eyes. He clicked his tongue, trying to remain calm. His fingers clutched at Gi-hun’s jacket, curling into the fabric.
“Gi-hun,” he paused, trembling. “Please, help me.”
Gi-hun gasped softly. He’d never heard him sound so vulnerable, so needy. It was a side of him that he had never seen before, and it caught him completely off guard. However, he did know what he was implying.
“What do you need help with? Tell me and I’ll see what I can do.”
Jun-seo leaned against Gi-hun, staring into his eyes deeply, “Please.. Suck me off,” he simply begged.
He couldn’t believe the words that had just left the recruiter’s lips—begging him, of all people, for something so intimate and personal.
“Please,” Jun-seo said again, “I need you to suck me off, Gi-hun. I can’t.. I can’t do this alone.”
How could Gi-hun refuse that?
He slid down to his knees without a word, his fingers already working at the fastenings of Jun-seo’s pants. He could feel the hard, aching length of his arousal straining against the fabric, begging for his touch.
Then, without warning—when he was ready, he took the recruiter into his mouth, his lips stretching around the thick, pulsing shaft. He started to suck, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head, teasing the slit at the tip. He hoped he knew what he was doing, but judging by the man’s reaction—
Jun-seo’s knees almost gave up, a loud moan escaping him as he lost all sense of control, starting to fuck Gi-hun’s mouth desperately.
Gi-hun gagged and choked on his cock, the movement taking him by surprise. He felt the length of him hitting the back of his throat with each brutal pump of his hips, tears springing to his eyes at the rough treatment.
“S-Shit,” Jun-seo stuttered, pulling out before thrusting back in, giving Gi-hun time to breathe before thrusting back in, not as deep. His fingers tangled in Gi-hun’s hair, guiding his movements, “More, please, I need more!”
Gi-hun let out a muffled moan around the thick flesh stretching his lips, the vibrations only seeming to spur Jun-seo on. Some masochistic part of him reveled in the recruiter’s loss of control, in the way he was completely at the mercy of his own twisted desires. He felt like a masochist purely for the fact that he was enjoying such things being done to him. Because he wasn’t stopping Jun-seo.
Gi-hun did as Jun-seo begged, relaxing his throat and taking the man’s length deeper again. And with a final thrust of his hips, the recruiter let out a moan, his hot seed spurting down Gi-hun’s throat. The man swallowed it down, gagging slightly, the taste of it coating his tongue.
As the recruiter slowly pulled out, his softening cock slipping from Gi-hun’s lips with a pop, Jun-seo collapsed back against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Gi-hun sat back on his heels, his own breathing ragged and uneven.
Jun-seo’s hands came up to his face to wipe his tears, his legs shaking. He raised his head to look at Gi-hun, he was satisfied—and surprised. He wanted to ask if he liked it, if he was as pleased as he was, but Gi-hun’s body spoke for him. Jun-seo let out a soft whine as he spotted the arousal in Gi-hun’s own pants.
Gi-hun blushed, realizing his erection was painfully obvious. He had been so focused on Jun-seo, that he hadn’t even noticed the way his own body was responding to their intimate act. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. Seeing Jun-seo’s eyes drift down to his crotch, Gi-hun felt embarrassed yet excited.
“I– I can’t believe you enjoyed it that much,” Jun-seo said softly, a smile appearing on his face again. “I never thought you’d actually..” he trailed off, looking at Gi-hun with hopeful eyes. “Do you want to.. fuck me?” he asked quietly, knowing how uncomfortable his erection must be.
The sheer audacity of the request—Gi-hun’s breath caught in his throat.
As much as he wanted to say ‘no’, he felt the ache of his own arousal demanding attention. The part of him that craved Jun-seo’s touch, his submission, was growing louder and harder to ignore with each passing second.
“I can’t,” he mumbled, his fingers moving on his own to the fastenings of his pants, already working to free himself of the confines of his clothing. “This is insane. You’re insane,” but even as the words left his mouth, Gi-hun was already lost, already falling deep into the dark, seductive web that Jun-seo had spun around him.
“How do you want it, Jun-seo? On the bed, on the floor.. on your knees..?”
Jun-seo shivered, looking around the room. He supported himself with a hand on the wall, getting up and flopping onto the soft mattress of Gi-hun’s bed.
Gi-hun really felt himself being pulled in, drawn to the recruiter like a moth to a flame. He finished undoing his pants, freeing his swollen flesh. It bobbed heavily against his stomach, flushed and leaking with need. Gi-hun wrapped a hand around it, stroking himself slowly as he approached the bed.
Jun-seo looked up at him with desire-filled eyes, his chest rising and falling with each shaky breath, spreading his legs invitingly.
Gi-hun’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight before him. He climbed onto the bed, settling himself between Jun-seo’s spread thighs. He leaned down, capturing Jun-seo’s lips in another kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste the sweetness of the recruiter’s mouth. As he kissed him, Gi-hun reached between them, grasping Jun-seo’s cock in his hand. It was hot and hard again, pulsing in his grip. He stroked it slowly, reveling in the way the other arched into his touch, a low moan escaping his lips.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Jun-seo,” he murmured against the recruiter’s mouth. He squeezed the thick length of Jun-seo’s member, feeling it throb. It was a demand and a plea, all in one—Gi-hun needed to hear Jun-seo say it, needed him to beg for it like the desperate, needy thing he was.
He reached down, his fingers seeking out the tight heat of Jun-seo’s entrance, circling it teasingly. The recruiter’s eyes widened, his legs shaking uncontrollably as he started sweating, feeling like he’d choke on air.
“Ah,” he gasped, biting onto Gi-hun’s bottom lip. “However you want.. Please—”
“Fuck,” Gi-hun groaned. “You want it hard, right? Want me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight?” To punctuate his words, Gi-hun shoved two fingers deep into Jun-seo’s tight heat, not pausing to wait for him to adjust. He thrust and scissored, stretching the recruiter’s walls, feeling them clench and flutter around the sudden intrusion.
Jun-seo cried out, his back arching off the bed. The sound was music to the other man’s ears, a symphony of surrender and need that made his painfully hard cock throb and leak.
“That’s it,” Gi-hun rasped, pumping his fingers faster and harder as he ground the heel of his palm against Jun-seo’s aching flesh. “Take it, you filthy little whore. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He added a third finger, stretching him even wider, preparing him for what’s to come. All the while, he kissed and bit at the recruiter’s neck, leaving dark hickeys and marks.
Jun-seo’s body tensed, trembling with desperation for release. But Gi-hun couldn’t allow it, not yet. He needed to make him fall apart completely.
“Beg for it,” he demanded. “Beg me to fuck you, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”
Jun-seo felt tears fall down his cheeks, gripping at his own hair, whimpering in pain and pleasure.
“Fuck..” he cursed, choking on his tears. “Gi-hun—Stop teasing and just fuck me already, please!”
“As you wish,” Gi-hun purred, smirking. Without warning, he withred his fingers and replaced them with the thick, pulsing length of his own erection. He thrust deep and hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Jun-seo’s tight walls clenched around him, drawing him in, greedy for more. He groaned at the feeling, his hips setting a punishing pace, the bed shaking and creaking beneath them.
Jun-seo could only scream, his body bouncing with every thrust, his tears flowing freely down his cheeks. The pain and pleasure melded into something overwhelming.
“Come on, slut,” Gi-hun growled. “Come for me. Show me how much you fucking love this.”
Jun-seo cried out, his hands reaching into Gi-hun’s hair to tug and pull at it, holding back, “N-No. I need more—more, Gi-hun, please!”
Gi-hun suddenly flipped Jun-seo onto his stomach, flipping him over like a rag doll. He gripped the recruiter’s hips roughly, yanking them up and back, forcing him onto his hands and knees.
“Like this?” he snarled, slamming back into Jun-seo’s heat with a brutal force. Jun-seo moaned loudly, sending shivers down Gi-hun’s spine. His back arched, his hips pushing back to meet each thrust, silently begging for more.
Gi-hun reached around, grasping the recruiter’s dripping arousal in his hand. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, squeezing and pumping the hard, pulsing flesh until Jun-seo was writhing beneath him. Jun-seo screamed Gi-hun’s name, unable to hold back anymore. He shot out his load right into the other’s palm, some dripping down and soaking into the mattress with how much it was.
Gi-hun gritted his teeth as he pistoned his hips, fucking Jun-seo throught the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. The recruiter’s body was limp and pliant, exhausted, but enjoying it still.
“Fuck, Jun-seo. You’re mine now, you hear me?” Jun-seo could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the force of his own release and the relentless pounding of Gi-hun’s hips. He felt owned, claimed, utterly and completely possessed by the man who had once been his enemy.
With a final thrust, Gi-hun buried himself balls-deep in Jun-seo’s spasming heat. He found his own release, his seed erupting from his cock in thick ropes. As the last spurts of his release pulsed into Jun-seo, Gi-hun collapsed forward, blanketing the recruiter’s sweat-slicked body with his own. They were both panting, struggling to catch their breath.
“Look at you,” Gi-hun murmured. “Covered in my cum, fucked stupid and leaking all over my sheets. I think I’m going to keep you, Jun-seo.”
“Fuck, that felt so good..” Jun-seo whined, his tears soaking into the mattress as he lifted his head a bit to look into Gi-hun’s eyes, a smile forming on his lips. “No wonder you’re my favorite recruit,” he whispered against his neck.
Gi-hun’s heart skipped a beat at those words, a softer smile appearing on his face. The praise, his clear affection, made him feel invincible.
“You’re not as bad as I thought you were,” he murmured, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to Jun-seo’s forehead. Jun-seo purred, leaning into the touch, his eyes drooping.
“Let’s get some rest now,” Gi-hun sighed, rolling off and out of Jun-seo carefully, pulling the recruiter close. He wrapped his arm around Jun-seo possessively, tucking him into the curve of his own body.
The two men drifted off to sleep, tangled together in a web of dark, twisted bliss.