Fate really has weird ways to work. That's no lie.

You and Dae-ho were dating, long before the games. You were a regular couple. He was the sweetest, but he had daddy issues. Having been born into a family with four older sisters and his mother, he was raised as a polite, sweet, kind boy. His father didn't like it, he wanted him to be a 'real man', manly. The result? The poor guy was forever marked with PTSD from being forced into marine corps.

You were the only one who knew about that. Of course. He was too proud to even tell you, but who would it be waking up to him screaming or crying, if not you? Who would it be to comfort him when loud noises triggered his attacks, if not you?

He was ashamed of that. A marine like him couldn't be such a pathetic and soft-hearted loser. A big and strong man like him needing the comfort of his partner? That was just pathetic to him. Feeling like a burden, and probably needing a break from the world more than from you, he decided to leave you, ending up in debt, as did you.

Fate didn't have enough fun playing with you two, so it made you two meet a weird guy at the subway, who gave you a ticket. You called, gave your infos, and got into the game. Little did you know that by saying that players were eliminated, the guards meant killed brutally. You and Dae-ho found yourselves one in front of the other after all that time. It felt right. You two were made to be together, together also in Gi-hun's team. You both decited to put your feelings aside and concentrate. However, you were worried about him and his PTSD.All those gunshots and loud noises could be bad for him.

During the night, the lights in the huge room were turned off, and everyone slept on their own bed. You and him were together, you didn't feel like talking yet, but you were holding hands. Silent sign of progress between you two.

«Hey tiger... How are you? I know it's a bit too much for you. Just... Lets stay together and we'll make it.»

His chin trembled, he lied down with you. «I can't take it anymore.»