Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

Chapter 44

"Just keep moving," Jun-ho whispered. "We need to get to the records room."

I rolled my eyes but kept crawling. "Yeah, yeah, I know the fucking plan."

I did know the plan. And it was stupid.

Step one: Sneak back in through the vents.

Step two: Get to the records room, retrieve whatever evidence Jun-ho was so desperate to find.

Step three: Peak in on his brother, AKA the Front man

Step four: Get the fuck out before anyone noticed.

Simple, right?

Yeah. Except, spoiler alert: It went to absolute shit.

~Back to Present Time~

The guards moved in fast, yanking Jun-ho and me to our feet, shoving us hard enough that I nearly tripped.

"Easy, motherfucker!" I snapped, wrenching my arm away from one of them. He responded by shoving me even harder. "Alright, chill, asshole!"

Jun-ho didn't say a word, his jaw tight as they patted him down, stripping us of any remaining weapons.

I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears as one of the guards gripped my wrists, yanking them behind my back. The sharp bite of handcuffs snapped around them, and I winced.

"This was your fucking plan, right?" I hissed at Jun-ho. "Great fucking job, by the way."

"Shut up, Y/N," he muttered.

"No, you shut up," I shot back. "Next time, maybe listen to me when I say, 'let's not fucking do this."

Before Jun-ho could respond, one of the guards grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back.

"Ow, fuck!" I shouted, my scalp burning from the harsh pull. "Wait till In-ho hears abt this." I muttered.

The guard ignored me.

Then, I felt something cold and sharp press against my throat.

A knife.

I immediately stopped struggling, my breath catching in my throat.

The room fell silent.

I could feel Jun-ho tense beside me, his fists clenching. His eyes flickered toward me, concern flashing behind them for the first time.

"Don't move," one of the guards sneered in Korean.

I swallowed hard, the blade pressing just a little deeper.

Fucking hell.

This was really not how I saw this night going.

The moment the knife pressed against my throat, I knew I had exactly two options.

Stay still and let them drag us away.Start some serious fucking chaos.

And I wasn't in the mood to be a fucking prisoner again.

The moment the guard loosened his grip—just slightly—I snapped my head forward, then slammed it back as hard as I could.

His nose crunched against my skull.

Crack.

He let out a strangled yell, stumbling back.

That's my fucking cue.

I twisted my body, shifting my weight, then drove my elbow straight into the stomach of the guy holding my arm. He let go with a grunt, and the second I was free, I dropped low, hooked my leg around his, and yanked him off his feet. He hit the ground with a thud.