Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

Chapter 28

"You want to know how I know Jun-ho?" he said, his voice steady, almost casual, like he hadn't just been choking me out a second ago. "Huh? Is that what you want to know?"

I stared at him, refusing to say anything, but he didn't seem to care.

"Fine," he said, his tone sharp now. "Very fucking well."

He grabbed me by the arm again, yanking me away from the wall. I barely had time to find my footing before he dragged me across the room like a rag doll.

"In-ho, what the fuck—" I started, but he cut me off with a look.

He didn't stop until we reached the massive armchair that dominated the center of the room. Without a word, he shoved me into it, the leather cold against the back of my thighs.

I glared up at him, my breath still uneven, but he just stood there, towering over me. His hands flexed at his sides, like he was trying to keep himself in check.

The silence was fucking suffocating, but I didn't say anything. 

In-ho walked off without another word, heading to the small bar tucked in the corner of his room. His movements were calm and measured, as if the last two minutes hadn't just happened. As if he hadn't had his fucking hands around my neck.

He poured two drinks, his back turned to me, like we were just a couple of old friends having a casual chat. When he finally returned, he handed me a glass, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I stared at the drink for a second before taking it because, honestly, what else was I supposed to do? It's not like refusing was an option with this lunatic.

He stood in front of me as I sat slouched in his ridiculously oversized armchair, clearly trying to look all big and scary. His shadow loomed over me, and for a moment, I thought he was about to start another round of his mind games.

Then he spoke.

"Since you're so fucking curious, Y/N," he said, his voice smooth but sharp. "Yes, I do know Jun-ho. You know why?"

I raised an eyebrow, waiting. The silence stretched so long it felt like he was dragging it out on purpose, trying to make me squirm.

And then he dropped the bomb.

"He's my brother."

My eyes widened. My grip on the glass tightened.

What the actual fuck.

"This doesn't stop, does it?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. "A new plot twist every fucking five minutes."

I stayed silent, trying to piece it all together, but he wasn't done.

"And since you actually called him..." In-ho paused, tilting his head slightly. "I'm glad you did. Because now I know for sure that he's alive."

I blinked, trying to process his words. "Why would he be dead?"

He looked me dead in the eye, his expression cold as ice.

"Because I shot him."

I shot out of the armchair, my body moving before my brain could catch up. "It was you?!"

He didn't flinch, didn't react at all, just stood there, steady and composed.

"Does Jun-ho know you're the one behind this whole fucking operation? That you're running the very thing he's desperate to take down? What the fuck is wrong with you people?!"

"Oh, don't worry, Y/N," he said, his tone eerily calm. "I didn't aim to kill him. I made sure of that."

I stared at him, my anger bubbling over. "You're insane."