au where sangwoo wins the games and goes home to his gf
C/N: country name
Sangwoo had won, but victory didn't bring him any peace. He had killed more people than he cared to count, even those he had been closest to. His mind was consumed by the thought of returning home, but not just to any home—he was driven by the thought of you. He had only met you a few months ago, yet already he envisioned a future with you. In his mind, the money he had earned would make all your dreams come true.
Meanwhile, you were consumed by worry. It had been days since he had last come home, and you couldn’t reach him. Even his mother didn’t know where he had gone. You thought about contacting the police, but you knew too well the kind of trouble he was in, so you hesitated.
Then, there was a sudden knock at the door. You jumped, your heart racing as you opened it to find Sangwoo, bloodied and limping. You gasped, quickly pulling him inside and helping him to the couch. "What happened? Where were you? Why are you covered in blood?" You asked, frantic.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he pulled you close, burying his face in your shoulder. You could feel his tears soaking through your clothes. You held him tightly, careful not to put pressure on any of his injuries.
After a long silence, he finally let go, his voice hoarse as he spoke. "You wouldn’t believe me if I told you..."
"Try me," you whispered, desperate to understand.
A faint smile tugged at his lips. "Y/N... let's run away. Forget about everything, just for a moment. We can be free."
You tilted your head, confused. "I wish we could... but we don’t have the money."
He chuckled softly. "Want to see something crazy? Treat my foot and let’s go to an ATM."
You were baffled, but you agreed, helping him to the couch to tend to his injuries. You couldn't help but wonder how he had gotten a piece of his flesh torn off, but he seemed unwilling to talk about it, so you didn’t press.
When you were finished, you draped his arm around your shoulders, helping him walk to the nearest ATM. Sangwoo pulled out a card and inserted it into the machine, typing in a password—0218. The machine whirred for a moment, then dispensed a few bills. You looked at the screen, eyes wide with shock as it displayed the balance: 45 billion won.
"How...?" you whispered, dumbfounded.
He shrugged casually. "Let's just say... I played a couple of games."
You stared at him, speechless for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Where do you want to go?"
Sangwoo smiled, his eyes softening. "We should focus on getting you some help first."
You nodded but couldn’t help the excitement building in your chest. "Well then... after, where do you want to go? Anywhere in the world."
You paused, thinking for a moment. "C/N?" you asked, your eyes bright with hope.
"Of course, anything for you," he said, and you both shared a smile.
"Alright," you said, "but you have to tell me where you got all this money from, someday."
He chuckled. "Soon, I promise."
"Food?" you asked, your stomach growling.
"Of course," he replied. You both agreed on your favorite place, and for the first time in days, you spent the evening together, planning for the future—and for the first time in a long while, you felt like everything might just be okay.
