Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

Gi-hun's voice was calm. "Killing us means they win the next votes," he said, his gaze fixed on the group, daring anyone to disagree.

Young-il spoke up, his tone sharp and cold. "Then it's simple. Once the lights go out, we attack them first. They won't see it coming."

The room went quiet for a second, the weight of his suggestion settling like a thick fog.

Another man from our group nodded eagerly. "He's right. Look at us! Our side has more women and old folks. We're fucking vulnerable if we wait for them to come at us."

I shot him a glare. "You wanna say that shit again?"

Before the man could respond, Gi-hun interjected, shaking his head. "No. We shouldn't join this useless bloodbath. It's exactly what they want us to do."

Young-il narrowed his eyes at him. "And what do you suggest, then? We sit here and wait to be slaughtered? We need to get out."

I turned to Young-il, my voice dripping with frustration. "Not like this. This is exactly what the people who built this place want. They want us to tear each other apart. We should be going after them instead."

Gi-hun turned to me, his expression shifting, as if I'd just read his mind. "She's right," he said quietly.

Dae-ho crossed his arms, skeptical. "Sure, but where the hell are they?"

Gi-hun lifted his chin, his eyes drifting toward the ceiling. "They're up there," he said, pointing. "At the top of the staircase, there are control rooms. And in one of them a man in a black mask controls everything."

Oh, fuck. My heart skipped a beat. "That's the guy I saw before I ended up here. That intimidating masked asshole, but honestly? He didn't seem like much in a fight. If we pull this off, we can take him down."

From the corner of my eye, I saw Young-il staring at me again, his expression unreadable.

Odd.

"If we can get to that man," Gi-hun continued, "we can end all of this."

Young-il scoffed, folding his arms. "And how are you planning to fight them? They've got guns."

"Exactly why we'll take their guns and use them against them," I said, grinning like I'd just cracked the fucking code. Easier said than done...

Young-il didn't seem impressed. "Even if we manage to get their guns, they'll outnumber us out there. It's suicide."

"Maybe," Gi-hun admitted, "but what's your plan? Fight the others all night and hope we make it out alive? That's impossible."

I let out a dry chuckle, leaning back. "Doesn't seem like a solid strategy to me."

Gi-hun nodded. "Exactly."

Player 120, looked at me. "Do we even stand a chance?"

I met her eyes, trying to steady her nerves. "If we manage an ambush? Yes. Those bastards up there will never see it coming."

Gi-hun took a deep breath, looking around at all of us. "This is it," he said firmly. "This is our final chance to put these games to an end."

Young-il finally broke his gaze from me and turned to Gi-hun. "So, how are we supposed to get the guns?"

Gi-hun's eyes swept over the group, his mind working overtime. "Here's the plan..."

The plan was simple. Wait for the fight to start, that would give us the opening we needed.

"When the lights go off," Gi-hun had said, his voice firm, "everyone gets under their beds as quietly as possible. Don't interfere with the fight. Stay still. We can't afford to get mixed into the chaos."