Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

Gunshots rang through the air, the sharp pop-pop-pop echoing off the walls of the corridor. My breath was ragged, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I ducked behind a crate, barely dodging the hail of bullets that whizzed past my head.

"Jun-ho, I swear to God—" I gritted through my teeth, pressing my back against the cold metal. "I fucking told you to make this quick! But nooo, you just had to snoop around first AND then try finding your brother!"

Jun-ho, crouched beside me, shot me a quick glare before popping up and firing back at the guards. "I needed evidence, Y/N!" he snapped, voice strained as he ducked down again. "You should've expected this!"

I scoffed. "I did expect this! That's why I told you to hurry the fuck up!"

We were completely fucked. No other way to put it. The hallway was crawling with masked guards, all armed to the teeth, and we were running low on ammo. Even if we somehow fought our way through, more would show up—it was only a matter of time.

One of the guards shouted something in Korean, and suddenly, more of them flooded into the hallway like fucking cockroaches.

"Oh, we are so fucked," I muttered under my breath.

Jun-ho shot me a look but didn't disagree.

I reached down to grab another mgazine from my belt, but before I could reload, a voice bellowed through the chaos.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!"

Jun-ho and I froze.

Shit.

I slowly turned my head, my stomach sinking. More guards had emerged from the other end of the hall, rifles raised and trained directly at us.

Fucking fantastic.

I clenched my jaw, scanning our surroundings. We were boxed in, completely surrounded on both sides. There was no cover left, no way to slip out unnoticed.

I felt Jun-ho tense beside me. I knew that look—he was calculating, searching for an opening. But there was none. Not unless we wanted to go out in a blaze of glory, which I personally was not in the mood for today.

"NOW! HANDS UP!"

I let out a long, slow breath and gave Jun-ho a look. A silent, 'We're so fucking screwed' kind of look.

He hesitated for half a second before cursing under his breath and finally—reluctantly—raising his hands.

I sighed and followed.

As our weapons clattered to the floor, I felt the cold barrel of a gun press against the back of my head.

Pause.

How the fuck did we end up here?

Well.

~Earlier~

Crawling through the disgusting vents.

Because, of course, I was right back in the same shitty-ass air duct I had used to escape, but this time, instead of freedom, I was leading Jun-ho right back in.

"This is a terrible fucking idea," I muttered, army-crawling through the tight metal space.

Jun-ho, right behind me, chuckled under his breath. "You said that already."

"Yeah, and I'll keep saying it until it stops being fucking true," I snapped. "Which is never."

The vent creaked beneath us, and I swore under my breath. If this thing decided to give out right now, I would personally commit violence against whatever dumbass built this place.