The Favorite- Front Man x Reader- Squid Game

Part 27:

     I flopped back the few inches down to lay on the headboard of my bed. I closed my eyes and tried to pinpoint how I could make myself feel better in the meanwhile because I know this the medicine won't start working immediat- yeah I was wrong it felt instantly better.

    My face relaxed, and I'm sure the Front Man saw that, because he started to grab my arm and pull me out of the bed. I groaned and made myself fall over like a rag doll.

    "Why must you be so difficult?" He questioned.

    I lifted my head up slightly because I couldn't breathe through the mattress.

    "Well maybe if you wouldn't be so rough with me every second you can be, I would be much easier to handle!"

     He seemed to get the point and let me go. I lay there for a moment longer before sitting up independently.

    "See?" I gestured to my current position. "This is what happens when you do smart things. You get smart results. Like you letting me go leads to me doing things like this for myself."

     I gave him a small glare and then looked back down at my lap. I was still grieving 067. I remembered her smiling a few times even though her demeanor would heavily suggest that she wouldn't want to be caught dead with that expression on. I remembered her letting her emotions seep through her tough exterior when she cried for her late teammate in the marbles game.

    "Come on. The final game is going to start soon."

     I looked up at him incredulously.

    "Can I please have a second? I just found out that one of my... 'friends' died..."

    I heard a slight scoff and he walked out of the room. What was his problem. The first times I had come here, he had been somewhat nice to me. Where did all those memories go? It seemed that some time after that first breakfast we shared yesterday, he has just been increasingly more intolerant towards me. Speaking of breakfast, I do need to start getting ready.

   As if on cue, the Front Man came in here with a pile of clothes like the day before. It seemed to be different from yesterday's outfit because it appeared that it was just one article of clothing and it had black heels instead of boots. It also had a watch?

    "Today, your attire is more upscale than yesterday's because it is the finale," he explained.

    I nodded, and I took the clothing from him. He left quickly. I placed the heels on my bed and unfolded the dress by holding it up from the shoulders and it rolled out to reveal that it was probably floor length with long sleeves and had a semi-deep neckline. It looked very simple yet very elegant, and I started to change into it.

    (Feel free to imagine whatever you like, but this is what I envisioned.)

   

   

    I twirled in front of my full-length mirror. It was very very beautiful, and it was funny that I was given heels because nobody would be able to tell what shoes I was wearing anyways. I could wear bunny slippers, be much more comfy, and nobody would notice. I was very glad that the heels were pretty low so I could get around without breaking my ankles.

    I checked the watch on my right wrist and saw that it had seemingly already been pre-set for me. Sweet. The number I concluded was shown indicated that it was about 10 minutes until breakfast was supposed to be ready. That should be a good amount of time to get there.

    I walked out towards the main living space and saw the Front Man sitting down and- wait. Wait a second.

     (FLASHBACK)

"What is your name?" I asked.

He was silent for a while. So much so that I thought he wouldn't tell me, and maybe I had crossed a line. I had started to pull away from him and started playing with my hands; bending them and pulling them for a while because of the awkwardness. I was looking at him now, and he surprised me by saying one word...

     "In-Ho."

(End of Flashback)

I didn't have to always call him the Front Man anymore. I could call him by his name... In-Ho.

"In-Ho..." I whispered, testing out the name on my lips.

It seemingly wasn't quiet enough though, because he turned to look at me. He stared at me.

"That's your name, isn't it? In-Ho?"

He stood up without taking his eyes off of me. I felt a bit self conscious. He walked closer to me.

"Yes," he replied. "And you look... beautiful Y/N."

 

    A/N: awww. How sweet. Anyways, quick poll! What do you guys think In-Ho's love language is? Physical touch, quality time, gifts, acts of service, or words of affirmation? Honestly, I can see any one of these. Just wanna know what y'all think.

     Original Publish Date: April 16, 2023