The Favorite- Front Man x Reader- Squid Game

Part 56:

I saw him visibly tense up, not relaxed in my company anymore. The other was now fully paying attention to what I had to say.

"And I'm sure I would too if, let's just say, you didn't follow through with my demands?" I insinuated.

"It will be done by tonight, sir."

He started to stand, holding his gun stiffly and turning to walk out of my room. I stopped him.

"And... you've been here a long while. It's been a long time since you've known the company of a woman..."

He abruptly turned around, looking to me for any clue of what I was hinting at. I smirked, looking down at my lap.

"All I'm saying is that she will be completely at your mercy..."

(Y/N's POV)

More people had died. Assuming that every gunshot I heard connected with a body, no misses because there should not be, about 15 people had met their end. If I was not aiming to look at a certain place on my monitor, I had it set on the feed coming from the camera above the escape door. 11:18 left, and only about less than 50 people had made it through, and there were a little over 200 players people to start with and 100 keys. If nobody could find any more of them, then the rest of the games would certainly be so much less interesting. I would be very upset if only half of the intended amount were left alive.

        I know I'm being irrational because there's still a third of the time left and more people will most likely live, but what if I planned this all wrong? Should I have put more keys? I know that not all keys will be found, but maybe I should've put about 130 so there could actually be a good chance 100 people lived. I intended it be 90 or above, but it didn't look that way right now.

        Frustrated, I put my head in my hands, hoping that the players were really making use of their time in the room. Not even half could survive, and they knew that, so they should be working, right?

       I then felt a strong hand on my shoulder, making me flinch. I just didn't expect it, and it froze on me before pulling away. I looked back at him apologetically.

       "I'm sorry, I just didn't expect it," I clarified. "And I'm just not sure right now if I did the math right for the intended amount of people to get out of here. Making a mistake in the calculations for the second game is such an error to make because it messes up all of the other following games, and I'm just... mad at myself."

         He looked at me, stone cold, but with sympathetic eyes. He slowly moved again to put his hand on me, and I didn't move away this time. I just looked off to the ground about a foot away from his shoes.

        "It will all work out."

         I looked at him sadly.

         "You don't know that. If only 50 people came forward with keys in about 2/3 of the time, then only 75 will be alive at the end if that rate stays true," I stated pessimistically.

          He sighed, but then nodded his head towards my lap.

        "Look," he said.

        I followed his word and cast my gaze down at the screen. I saw a trio of people running to the doors. Two girls, one boy. They all held golden keys, but they seemed scared after seeing the various dead bodies in front of them. The tallest girl held her key out in front of her, and the rest followed her lead. Wordlessly, of course, the soldier on the right opened the door for them, and they all breathed a sigh of relief as they navigated through the corpses to get out of the room. I smiled slightly, happy for them, but 3 people wouldn't make a big difference in the next game.

         "That brings your rate to, what?" In-Ho pondered. "The possibility of 76 and a half getting through?"

        I cracked a smile. It was just funnier that it had resulted in the probability of half a person getting through. I gazed at him, silently thanking him for cheering me up, and he gave me a small, genuine smile back.

       
       By the time about 6 minutes remained, I asked In-Ho if we could go to a different spot along the wall. He agreed, though he knew it would certainly be a bit of a walk. I was going to roll myself, but he grabbed my handlebars before I could do anything. I pouted. Saying that now, it kind of sounds like a euphemism. Grabbing my handlebars?

       He wheeled me down closer to the end of the wall, and I watched as my view alternated from gray wall to next transparent area to gray wall. Eventually, I just looked ahead. Four more people had died at the end of a gun, and it was a mercy that they would never realize they had. And, to my surprise, the amount that In-Ho told me earlier was half a person off from the amount that survived now even with several minutes remaining. 77 people lived. If only it were possible for at least 15 more to get through in 6 minutes...

        When we got to the one window that held a five foot view of trees and a five foot view of the breakthrough of open grass, we settled there. I could see a few more players scavenging wildly, digging up the dirt with their raw hands and cracked fingernails. I assumed the state of their hands wouldn't matter if they were dead, so they didn't mind tearing them up even if it was for nothing. It saddened me seeing humans so animalistic, fighting for survival and money. What has this come to?

     Original Publish Date: September 24, 2023