Twisted Affection || Frontman/001

chapter 20

I just cross my arms, watching it all unfold. So, this was how things were going to go now. This wasn't just some random fight. This was strategy. They want to make sure the next vote wasn't split down the middle again, the people who are watching over this game. Smart.

"So? Which side lost most people?" Player 100 asks, standing out from the crowd.

This grandpa is always trouble.

No one knew the answer to that question, so we all started counting how many people are left on each side.

"Hey, it's 48 against 47!" Jung-bae says. "As long as we don't change our minds, we'll win by one vote!"

Everyone starts getting excited over this, a look of hope on their faces. But I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over. If Team O was losing now, they wouldn't just sit back and take it. They'd try to change the numbers again. And the easiest way to do that? Attacking us at night.

I glance over at Gi-hun. He wasn't celebrating like the others—his face is tense, eyes scanning the room. He is thinking the same thing I am. Of course he would. He won before, so he's probably seen more than anybody in this place.

"Attention, please. Lights out in 30 minutes. All players, please return to your beds and get ready for bedtime."

Shit.

[•••]

Later, a small group of us from Team X sat together, tensions running high. Gi-hun and Young-il were at the center of it, arguing over what needed to be done.

"We hit them first," Young-il says, his tone firm. "Before they even think about coming for us."

Gi-hun shakes his head. "The real fight isn't against them—it's against the people running this."

Young-il's expression barely shifts, but something in his energy changes. Subtle, but noticeable.

Gi-hun continues, lowering his voice. "We take their weapons. When the fight starts, we go for the guards, not each other." He glances at us. "The frontman—the one wearing the black mask. He's their leader. He's the one watching over us." He says, looking up at the camera.

Young-il's jaw tightens for a second, and for the first time in this whole conversation, he doesn't have something to say. Strange.

[•••]

Later, I'm sitting beside Young-il on a bed, the tension between us thick and undeniable. God, I'm getting all red just thinking about what had happened in the bathroom earlier... The way he made me feel so good...

"So," I start, trying to break the silence, "that Frontman Gi-hun was talking about... what do you think about it?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" He says, confusion, and something else, appearing on his face.

"I mean, doesn't it seem strange to you? How one single person could be in charge of all this? He has power over all us, but we don't even know who he is." I say, laughing softly.

He seems surprised at this, arching an eyebrow. Of course, I can't tell him that I already knew this from my Grandpa, but I also can't find another subject to talk about right now, and I really don't want to talk about anything that has to do with the words bathroom or sex.

"Maybe that's the point." He says. "Keeping the mystery alive, making us all question." He pauses for a moment, then adds with a smirk: "Maybe you're just too curious for your own good."

I shoot him a look, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe," I say, my voice a bit playful. "But someone has to be the one to figure it out, right?"

"And you think you'll figure it out?" He says, amused. "Find out who the oh-so-scary Frontman is?"

I roll my eyes, and he laughs. "Hey, maybe I will! When we attack him, that is. Maybe I'll even get a private session with him before we decide what happens to him next...Who knows?" I say, trying to provoke him. "I mean, I've always been attracted to the mysterious type of guys."

But he stays unusually calm at this, as if laughing to himself. This man really is strange. Doesn't he care that I'm talking about another man?

"Hey, don't think I've forgiven you for lying to me, by the way." I say, more serious now. "I still don't get why you feel the need to hide things and not tell me "yet", but I guess I'll respect that. Won't be waiting too long for you, though."

"You're right, Y/n. And I will tell you everything, I promise. But for now..." He pauses, leaning in closer to me.

I swallow hard, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickens.

"For now, forget about it," he says, his lips curling into that devilish grin. "Just for tonight. We've got bigger things to focus on."

I bite my lip, trying to hold onto my resolve, but his words are tempting, his gaze pulling me in. Everything about him is making it harder to resist. I know he is trying to get me to drop it, to let the tension slide away, and a small part of me wants to give in.

"You think it's that easy?" I ask, my voice low, but the playful edge creeping in. "You think i can just forget about everything that's been bothering me?"

He leans in even more, his lips brushing against mine, his breath hot and urgent.

"Maybe I can make you forget," he whispers, his voice thick with intention, and before I can respond, he closes the distance between us, kissing me with a hunger that makes everything else fade away. For a moment, all I can think about is the way his lips moved against mine, the heat of his hands on my skin. The kiss is messy, passionate, like he can't get enough, and like he knows exactly how to make me forget everything else.

When we finally pull apart, my breath is ragged, and the world outside the bubble of our kiss seems distant. I look at him, both of us flushed, and he wears that same smug grin, knowing exactly what he'd just done.

"See? I knew you'd forget about it," he murmured, his lips still brushing against my neck as he spoke.

I roll my eyes, and pull him back into another kiss.