Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

Chapter 21

I managed to graze him, landing a shallow cut across his shoulder, but the bastard barely flinched. His body was like stone, and before I could land another hit, he slammed me back against the wall with so much force it knocked the air out of my lungs.

"Ugh—" I barely had time to wince in pain before he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. He was stronger than he looked, and when he started slamming my hand repeatedly against the wall, my grip on the glass slipped. The shard clattered to the floor.

"Let go of me, you asshole!" I shouted, struggling against his hold. My voice echoed off the cold walls, but it didn't faze him. He just held me there, towering over me.

Desperate, I reached for his mask, yanking at the smooth, black surface. That's when his hand shot up to my throat, and before I could even process it, he was choking me against the wall.

I clawed at his arm, my nails digging into the sleeve of his black coat. My vision started to blur as I gasped for air, my chest burning. But I wasn't about to go down that easy. Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, I swung my knee up hard, right into his crotch.

"Fucking bastard," I hissed as he let go, staggering back slightly.

I crumpled to the floor, coughing and clutching my throat, trying to catch my breath. But before I could even think about getting up, two guards burst into the room. They grabbed me by the arms and yanked me upright, holding me in place.

I glared at the man in the black mask as he straightened himself. His composure was almost inhuman, like he wasn't even phased by what just happened. Then, he spoke, his voice low and altered by that goddamn modulator.

"Stop fighting back," he said coldly, his mask angled down at me. "Or I will order them to kill you." He paused, his tone dropping even further. "No. I will kill you myself."

That shut me up—embarrassingly so. I hated the way my stomach churned at his words, the way my body froze like I was some helpless idiot.

"Where's Gi-hun?" I demanded, trying to ignore the tremble in my voice.

The man tilted his head slightly, like he was studying me. "Alive," he answered simply.

The word was a relief, but it only fueled my anger. "You fucking monster!" I shouted. "What the hell are you doing to these people?"

He leaned in closer, his mask just inches from my face. His presence was suffocating, his voice cutting through me like a blade.

"I am simply giving them a chance at life," he said calmly. "They came here voluntarily. They don't need your saving, Y/N."

The way he said my name sent a chill down my spine. That fucking voice changer made it worse, making the sound of it echo in my head.

"Let me go," I demanded, my voice firm despite my shaking hands.

He stared at me for a long moment before replying. "I'm afraid I can't do that. Not unless you're on our side."

I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at him. "Your side? Your fucking side? You murder people for what? Entertainment? I'm guessing you have sponsors too, people who pay to watch this shit. For fuck's sake, you're not people. You're monsters."

The room fell silent except for my labored breathing. The tension was thick, and I knew I was walking a fine line. But I didn't give a fuck. He deserved every word.

The man just stood there, staring at me through that eerie black mask, like he was trying to act all calm and in control. Maybe he thought the guards holding me down made him untouchable or some shit.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he spoke. "If you want to stay alive, I'm giving you a choice."

I let out a sharp, mocking scoff, shaking my head at the audacity. "Oh, really? A choice?"

He ignored my sarcasm and kept going, his tone steady and cold. "You won't go back into the games. You either stand by us, join me... or you get killed. Simple as that, Y/N."

I stared at him, my jaw tightening, trying to process the sheer insanity of what he was saying.

He tilted his head slightly, as if he was explaining something perfectly logical. "I gave everyone in this place a choice," he said, his voice calm like we weren't standing in the middle of this nightmare. "And now I'm giving you a choice too. So, what will it be?"

I just stared at him, my mind reeling. Disbelief didn't even begin to cover it. This was his idea of a fucking choice?

"Wow," I said, letting out a dry laugh, dripping with sarcasm. "You're so fucking sympathetic. A real humanitarian, huh?"

His posture didn't shift, but I could feel the weight of his stare behind that black mask. He wasn't annoyed by me, not that I could tell anyway. If anything, he was waiting, almost patiently, for me to shut up.

So I pushed further, because of course I did. "Why me? Huh? Of all people?"

He tilted his head slightly, like he was calculating his answer, or deciding if I was worth one at all. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady. "You didn't have a choice in joining these games," he said, his tone lacking any trace of pity but filled with that unsettling logic he seemed to thrive on. "So it would only be right by me if I offer you one now."

For the first time, I didn't have a quick comeback. I just stared at him, speechless.

A/N~  GUYSSS, I'm like trying to come up with a sensible plot to continue this story. Imagine when Y/N finds out Young-il is the Front man LMFAO. Hope everyone is enjoying the book so far! I'm actually doing a bunch of analysis on the Front man's character  and pesonality to make him as possibly accurate in my writing <3