Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

The purple corridors stretched out before us. It felt like we were walking straight into a trap. Jung-bae moved quickly, shoving his spare gun between the door frame to keep it from closing behind us. The soft hiss of the sliding door stopped, leaving it slightly open.

Gi-hun fumbled for the radio, pressing the button as he spoke, his voice calm despite the tension thickening in the air. "Young-il, we're in. We've entered the management area. We'll try to push further up."

As soon as he let go of the button, I snatched the damn thing out of his hand and flicked it off.

"What the hell are you doing?" he snapped, glaring at me.

"Don't report back in detail unless it's absolutely fucking urgent," I shot back. "I don't trust Young-il."

Gi-hun's brows shot up in disbelief, like I'd just told him the sky was green. "What? Are you serious? He's been with us since the start—"

I cut him off with a sharp glare, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, well that changes everything. My bad. I didn't realize blind loyalty was the move here."

Gi-hun was clearly irritated, but I wasn't about to let up. I took a step closer, jabbing a finger in his chest. "Listen to me. I'm a fucking private investigator with years of experience. I know how to read people, and I know when someone's hiding shit. If I really trusted that guy, I'd have already made out with him by now."

That shut him up.

Jung-bae snorted, muttering, "You sure know how to make a point."

"Damn right I do," I said, before turning back to Gi-hun. "Now focus, both of you. We've got an objective to handle, and I don't plan on dying in this purple hellhole."

We rounded the corner, the corridor opening up to yet another set of stairs. Before we could take another step, a group of guards appeared out of nowhere, rifles raised.

"Shit!" I hissed, diving for cover.

We pressed ourselves against opposite sides of the frame, the sharp cracks of gunfire filling the air. I leaned out just enough to fire off a few rounds, hitting one of the guards square in the chest. Beside me, Jung-bae was doing the same, taking out another.

One stubborn bastard was still alive, crouched behind a railing and refusing to go down. Gi-hun glanced at me, then held up the dead guard's mask he'd been carrying. I caught on immediately.

Gi-hun slid the mask out just enough for the guard to see it. The idiot fell for it, focusing his fire on the mask. While he was distracted, I leaned out and pulled the trigger. One shot, clean through the head.

"Nice," Gi-hun muttered as we moved forward, stepping over the bodies to loot their pockets. The guards had some spare ammo, which we pocketed as quickly as possible.

We kept climbing the purple staircases, the oppressive glow making everything feel surreal. The air was heavy, and every step felt like it could be our last.

"Shh," I whispered suddenly, holding up a hand.

The boys froze. In the distance, I could hear faint footsteps, several pairs, moving in unison.

I motioned for Jung-bae to take the opposite side of the opening, and we both moved into position. The footsteps grew louder, and then—

Bang!

Gunfire erupted, and the corridor turned into a warzone. Guards flooded the area, their numbers seeming endless. We returned fire, dropping them one by one, but they just kept coming.

"Fuck, there's too many of them!" Jung-bae shouted over the chaos.

"I know!" I yelled back, reloading as quickly as I could. My hands were slick with sweat, my heart pounding in my chest.