Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

I couldn't believe my ears when I heard his voice. "Jun-ho?" I whispered in pure disbelief, barely able to process the shock. And then—there he was. My heart almost stopped when his eyes softened as he saw me. "Y/N?" he said with relief, wrapping his arms around me in a tight, desperate hug.

"I thought you were dead," he murmured as he held me close, and for a moment, all the terror of these past days melted into relief. I stayed quiet for a heartbeat, too overwhelmed by the flood of emotions rushing in—relief, confusion, and a warmth I hadn't felt in ages. Seeing him made me so happy I could swim back from this goddamn island to the fucking mainland.

"How did you find me?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jun-ho let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Took me a while, but I couldn't have my partner disappear without us closing this big mess."

I was about to let out a short chuckle, maybe even crack a joke, when something hit me like a fucking truck.

Wait.

Jun-ho never told me that In-ho—his own goddamn brother—was the one behind all of this. He never even mentioned that he had a brother, let alone one running this entire Squid Game. A secret he never cared to bring up.  And well... I might've fucked that same brother, too.

But we're all hiding something, right? I thought, my head suddenly a fucking mess.

I was flabbergasted. No, scratch that. I was beyond flabbergasted. I was mentally malfunctioning. But at the same time, I didn't care. Seeing Jun-ho here, alive and standing in front of me, made me feel like I could swim back to the mainland if I had to.

I finally pulled away from the hug, and as I looked at him, I said, "We have to get out of here now."

He hesitated, his expression turning serious. "Yeah, but we can't leave with unfinished business," he replied.

My expression dropped. "No, Jun-ho, we are leaving this fucking island now, and we are never turning back. Did I make myself clear?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.

His eyes darkened as he looked at me. "Y/N, what happened to you here?" he asked, genuine worry threading his tone.

I sighed with a scoff. "What didn't fucking happen to me here? I'm gonna literally go insane if I don't leave this place right now, and once we do, I'll tell you everything."

He protested, shaking his head. "I have something to take care of here," he insisted.

I stared at him in shock. In my head, I already knew exactly what he wanted to do—see his brother. But I wasn't going to let it happen; we had to get the fuck out now. "Jun-ho, I'm in danger. We have to leave now!" I shouted, exaggerating my tone so he'd listen, even though I doubted his stubborn nature would let him change his mind.

"But fine," I muttered sarcastically as he started to turn away, "let him have it his way if he wasn't going to obey me, and keep everything peaceful."

Then he looked at me and said, before turning, "Y/N, I'll be quick. You can wait here—"

I cut him off, crossing my hands over my chest. "What? Off to see your dear brother?" I snapped, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He slowly turned back to face me and, with an expression of pure disbelief, simply said, "What?"

I continued, "Jun-ho, you knew all of it this entire time, and you stayed quiet."

He then took a step closer, and I instinctively took a step back. "Y/N," he said, and a chill ran down my spine as I realized how close he was getting. "Where did you get this information from?"

I scoffed, my voice laced with defiance. "I don't answer to you."

He snapped at me, "Y/N, I'm serious!"

I rolled my eyes, frustrated beyond measure. "This isn't what fucking matters now, especially not in this situation."

"Jun-ho, you wanna go make fucking amends with your bat-shit crazy psycho brother? Go. I'll wait riiiight—here," I said, stretching out the "I" in "right" sarcastically. I saw his expression flicker, and he seemed even more mad now.

"Y/N, you don't know the complete story," he said, his tone desperate and edged with something I couldn't quite decipher.

I stopped him cold. "I don't care, Jun-ho, whatever you gotta do, do it quick and we get the fuck out of here. But we will have a serious fucking talk," I said sternly.

Jun-ho quickly said, "No, I don't want you being alone again or us getting separated again."

I took a step back as he grabbed my hand. "Jun-ho, I'm not going in there again," I insisted. In my head, I knew exactly why I was so terrified—first of all, most people inside would recognize me, and this place had already traumatized me enough to give me PTSD. 

But of course, Jun-ho protested. Eventually, he fucking forced me to come with him.

Fuck. My. Life.

We had to walk twenty minutes back to where I had crawled out through the vent. Twenty fucking minutes.

As we trudged through the vegetation, Jun-ho suddenly asked, "Why are you so scared? This isn't the Y/N I know."

In my head, I let out the biggest "bitch, please" sigh imaginable.

I turned to him, my expression flat.

"Jun-ho, maybe because I've practically lived on this island already, dealing with pure mental and physical torture? Because your fucking brother, who's also the Front Man, ended up making me play these games after capturing me too, for fuck's sake?"

Jun-ho stopped dead in his tracks. His face was frozen in shock.

He blinked.

"How did you make it out alive?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

I let out a dry chuckle. Oh, boy. If you only knew.

Yeah, well, probably because your brother ended up catching feelings for me. But, you know. Shit happens.

I cleared my throat and smirked. "Jun-ho, you know me. I'm a fucking badass. I can outplay any game. Literally or figuratively."

Yet I was fighting demons, trying to outplay In-ho's mind games here... but we don't talk about that.

He chuckled. "Hell yeah. That's the Y/N I know and work with."

Two minutes later, we reached the vent.

I pointed to it. "There. Let me go in first. You follow me. Stay close."

Jun-ho nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

But before I crawled inside, I turned to him.

"Before we enter," I said, holding up a finger, "One: I'm still mad at you. Two: You make this super fucking quick. And three: We'll be having a serious talk after this."

Jun-ho grinned. "Four: You tell me more about what happened."

I rolled my eyes and gave him a playful shove. "I'll think about it."

He smirked. "I'll take that as a yes."

And with that, I sighed, muttered a curse under my breath, and crawled back into the same vent I had used to escape—only to end up going right back through it.

A/N~ Chat I am about to crashout. I had written 3 more fucking chapters to publish which wattpad didn't save </3 So now I have to rewrite everything because I forgot to make a copy on word writer. But on the bright side, atleast things aare getting super interesting!