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In-ho was sixteen when his baby brother was born dying. A failing kidney. A six or seven-year prognosis. A family stretched thin enough to vanish.
So In-ho vanished first. His childhood disappeared into hospital rooms and part-time jobs. His future was bartered for survival. And eventually, he literally gave up a piece of himself to keep Jun-ho alive. But when it was In-ho’s turn to need something—to save his wife and unborn child from a death sentence—his family couldn’t give what they no longer had. Or wouldn’t.
This is the story of the man who gave everything and was still called corrupt.
The story of what was given, what was taken, and what remains when you’re no longer willing to be the good brother.
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*FIX IT FIC | canon compliant until the last moments of S3*
In-ho makes a different choice before Gi-hun can. He breaks protocol. Starts the evacuation early.
After the Game, Gi-hun and In-ho are two men carrying the same kind of broken—grief-torn, guilt-heavy, and haunted by the choices that kept them breathing. What begins as excruciatingly fragile proximity deepens into something unshakable: a child who needs them both, feelings neither of them dare to name, and the terrifying, hard-won hope that they might still be worthy of joy. Orbiting the wreckage of who they used to be, they begin again—not cleanly, but together.
But peace doesn’t come easy. Not when the past hunts them with a badge and a grudge. Not when the line between guilt and forgiveness won’t stay still. As secrets unravel and old wounds split open, Gi-hun and In-ho must fight harder than ever—not for survival this time, but for a future they finally believe they deserve.
This is a story about the weight we carry, the love we try not to need, and what we take with us when the worst is finally over.
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He hasn’t slept. He can only see Dae-ho, he can only think of Yong-sik saying he just fell to the ground.
It was Dae-ho’s fault.
His chest is a churning mass of rage and grief and shame and hate. It pulls at his senses, he doesn’t know anything except—it was Dae-ho’s fault.
His wrist hurts. The handcuff is digging into his skin.
It was Dae-ho’s fault.
His eyes are getting dry, watching the shapeless lump of Dae-ho selfishly living, breathing, where so many others died.
He doesn’t know if he is blinking.
It was Dae-ho’s fault.
He cannot even think their names, all those people who died. He has tried to hard to help, he has tried to hard to end this, but no one will listen to him, no one will help him, no one will do what they need to do.
It was Dae-ho’s fault.
The lights come on and he blinks. His eyes hurt. His legs hurt. His head hurts.
It was Dae-ho’s fault.
a.k.a. the season 3 fixit starting from midway through episode 1. different deaths, different plots, different survivors (inho and gihun are both surviving, this is an inhun fic)
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- Part 1 of Fix-it Postcanon
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