Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

Guards were dragging Jun-ho by both arms, his feet scraping against the floor as he thrashed and fought back, rage burning in his eyes. He was still gagged, muffled yells pouring out of his throat like a trapped animal, eyes locked on me. Seeing him like that, panicked, furious, confused. It made my stomach twist.

And I couldn't do anything. I was still strapped to that fucking chair.

In-ho stood beside me, towering silently over the chaos like the smug bastard he was, arms behind his back like this was just another day at work. One more performance on his fucked-up stage. Then he let out a sigh, one of those theatrical ones, like he was genuinely exhausted by all the drama.

"Well," he said, glancing between us, "what a reunion, huh?"

Jun-ho growled something under the gag, muffled and angry, eyes locked onto his brother with pure betrayal. In-ho didn't even flinch. Just nodded at one of the guards.

"Take it off."

The guard ripped the gag from Jun-ho's face, and the second his mouth was free, he exploded.

"In-ho, what the fuck is this?! How could you do this?!" His voice cracked from strain. "How could you do this to me? To her?!"

Then, his gaze snapped to me. "Y/N—are you okay?"

I swallowed, nodding shakily. "You?"

He scoffed and shook his head with a bitter smile. "I've had better days."

He was trying to play it cool, trying not to break down in front of me. But I could see it in his eyes. The panic. The confusion. The need to protect me, even when he couldn't.

Then, Jun-ho's voice hardened. "Let her go, at least. She's not a part of this."

But In-ho smiled. That cold, calculated smile of his. "Maybe she doesn't want to go."

Jun-ho's eyebrows pulled together, and his head turned to me slowly. "What the hell is he talking about?" he asked. "You're not staying here. Right?"

I shook my head then I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Because how the fuck was I supposed to explain this?

In-ho stepped forward then, walking with that calm, deliberate gait that always made me feel like I was being hunted. He stopped right beside me and tilted his head, eyes never leaving mine.

"I've actually given her many chances to leave," he said casually, directing it to Jun-ho but keeping his focus on me. "She never took them."

And then—just to twist the knife—he leaned down, bringing his face closer to mine. I could feel his breath on my cheek. "I mean... I don't blame her."

He smirked.

And just like that, Jun-ho looked completely fucking lost.

"What is going on?" he asked, voice sharp with panic. "Y/N... what is he talking about?"

Fuck.

My throat dried up.

If In-ho said anything—if he told Jun-ho the things that happened... the things we said... the things we did. I swear sometimes I forget we had sex. I was screwed.

And from the look on In-ho's face, he knew it. 

He was playing me like a damn violin in front of the only person who still trusted me.

And I couldn't stop shaking.

Jun-ho's chest rose and fell rapidly as the tension thickened between us. His arms were still restrained by the guards, but his glare cut sharp and protective.

"Don't you fucking dare hurt her," he growled, eyes locked on his brother like he could burn holes through him with just that look alone.

In-ho didn't even flinch. He turned to Jun-ho, calm as ever, voice soft and sickeningly sure of itself. "I wouldn't hurt the girl I love."

The words hung in the air like a fucking bomb.

Jun-ho froze.

My breath caught in my throat.

And for a second, the whole room fell silent. Like the walls themselves were listening. Watching. Waiting.

Jun-ho's eyes flicked from In-ho to me, confusion and disbelief crashing across his face like a tidal wave. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He shook his head, voice more frantic now. "What the fuck do you mean you love her?"

"In-ho," he snapped, tugging against the guards' grip. "Answer me. What the fuck is going on?!"

In-ho's lips curled into something unreadable—part smirk, part guilt, part something unhinged. He opened his mouth to speak, to finally say something that would rip the truth wide open...

But then he stopped.

He looked at me.

And everything in his eyes changed.

Not softened. Not crueler.

Just... heavier.

"Y/N," he said, quiet now. "You should tell him."

I froze.

Jun-ho's eyes turned to me like a spotlight. Desperate. Hurt. Needing to hear it from me.

"What the hell is he talking about?" he asked again, but softer this time. "Y/N... what did he mean?"

And just like that, my stomach dropped to the fucking floor.

Every secret. Every twisted moment. Every fucked-up second I'd spent with In-ho. The nights. The tension. The fact that despite everything—the pain, the manipulation—I hadn't walked away. That I couldn't walk away.

It was all about to come out.

Because now I had to choose: stay silent and let Jun-ho assume the worst... Or tell him the truth and risk losing him forever.

A/N~ Filler chapter!!!