The Favorite- Front Man x Reader- Squid Game

    (This time-line is probably all sorts of messed up, but bear with me here! Just imagine that the VIP's got here in the morning. Also, ⚠️very very brief sexual assault! ⚠️)

The Front Man still had an iron-grip on my arm and was dragging me to what I guessed was going to be our room. He didn't seem to care that I was distressed or crying. Surprisingly, I even felt somewhat entitled to having some comfort or at least him letting go because I tried to help him when he was upset. It made me feel uncared about and taken advantage of. He can't at least pay me the same basic respects?

    It went on for just a few more seconds until he finally entered the room. He only stopped for the brief scan of his face, and then he continued to forcefully lead me through the golden hallways. I could hear the jazz music pouring from the speakers, and I assumed he left it on because he probably was mad about me leaving and tried to get me as soon as possible.

    He finally let go of me when we were just behind the couch. I tried to quiet my crying, but it seemed he noticed. He turned around and glared at me. I  lowered my head and pulled my reddening wrist to my chest. I heard a sigh.

   "Why are you crying."

    It didn't even seem like a question. It seemed more of a demand. That set me off even more. He literally couldn't even be nice for once.

   "Nothing! Just leave me alone."

    I tried to hold everything in but I'm sure he could see my back moving up and down suddenly from the force of the absorbed sobs.

    I plopped myself on my comfortable bed and wiped my tears. He was so annoying. How could he just disrespect me? We were supposed to be partners. Not enemies. I wasn't even a player anymore. It's not like he had to treat me the same as everyone.

   Everything about this was just so frustrating. I went into this with a hopeful, optimistic mindset, but now it just seems like I have absolutely nobody's respect. The only people who even seemed to like me  were Il-Nam and the nice square guard. That didn't even make me feel any better because the latter doesn't even know me.

    I suddenly stood up and walked over to my mini-fridge. Inside of it was many types of drinks I liked, so I opened it. The (favorite drink) would surely help me forget about crying by taking care of this sore throat. I just needed a beverage to feel better right now. That and some relaxing time.

    I also went to my mini-pantry and took out my favorite snacks. One of each. Then, I took off my overcoat so I could be more comfortable. Sure, the article was comfortable, but it would just feel kind of awkward in a bed.

    I plopped down and grabbed the remote. Surprisingly, I found that there was a small, handwritten guide on the back on how to access the monitors on my screen. I kept flipping it back and forth to alternate reading the instructions and using the buttons, but I got the screen on pretty quickly. It still showed the players walking.

    "Are you serious? How long did they have to walk for this game? Jeez, I would rather die than walk that long," I muttered to myself.

    After literally just a few moments of watching the players silently trudge along, my door burst open. I jumped, but I quickly regained my composure. It was just the frontman. Somehow, he looked even more elegant. How that was possible, I didn't know.

   "Part of the reason I brought you here was to tell you that the VIP's have arrived. They're waiting for us. Your dress arrived today and is in the closet."

   He just walked out and I could hear him going down our hallway.

   "Are you serious?!"

    I heard a slam that answered the question. Oh my lord, how am I supposed to get there myself?