"Threads of Fate" (001 X 456) Frontman X Gi-hun Fan Fiction

Freedom and Redemption

Blood stained the cold floor beneath them. The final round had ended, and the arena was eerily silent, save for the ragged breaths of Seong Gi-hun and Front Man-no, In-ho. The weight of the past games pressed down on them like an unshakable nightmare, but the real horror wasn't the deaths they had witnessed. It was the realization that only one of them was meant to leave alive.

Gi-hun clutched his side where a deep cut bled through his torn jumpsuit. Across from him, In-ho knelt on one knee, his black mask discarded, revealing a face carved with guilt and exhaustion. The game demanded a final victor. The loudspeakers crackled, the robotic voice confirming what they already knew:

"Only one player can win. The elimination must proceed."

Gi-hun stared at In-ho, heart hammering. They had been through too much-too much suffering, too much bloodshed, and far too much between them that could never be put into words.

He clenched his fists. How had he gotten here?

He had never imagined himself like this, kneeling before a man he had once called an enemy, a man who had betrayed hundreds. Yet, this same man had saved him more times than he could count-pulling him out of the fire, touching him with both anger and longing, making him feel something he had never dared to acknowledge before.

And now, the game demanded an end.

The Ultimate Betrayal?

"Do it," In-ho rasped, his voice rough. "Kill me, and walk away free."

Gi-hun's hands trembled. "Are you insane? After everything, you think I'd-"

"You have to," In-ho cut him off, his dark eyes unreadable. "There's no other way."

Gi-hun laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and broken. "You think I'm going to just kill you after all of this? After-" He stopped himself, unable to put it into words. The moments they had stolen in the dark, the fire between them that neither had planned for, the way his body had melted under In-ho's touch.

How was he supposed to kill the only person who had ever made him feel truly alive?

In-ho's lips curled into a sad smirk. "You don't have a choice, Gi-hun."

"Then we make one!" Gi-hun snapped, stepping forward, his voice desperate. "Screw their rules! We don't have to play!"

The loudspeakers buzzed again. "If elimination is not completed, both players will be terminated."

A warning. One of them had to die. Or both of them would.

Love in the Face of Death

Gi-hun swallowed hard. He had never been more certain of something in his life. He stepped closer, grabbing In-ho by the collar, pulling him up. Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling. He could taste the salt of sweat, the lingering trace of blood on his lips.

This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to feel this way. This wasn't supposed to be more than survival.

In-ho looked at him with something dark and painful in his gaze. "You're really willing to die for this?"

Gi-hun let out a shaky breath. "I'd rather die than play their game."

Silence. Then, something shifted in In-ho's face-something unreadable. And before Gi-hun could react, In-ho pressed his lips against his.

The kiss was bruising, desperate-an unspoken confession, a final surrender to what they had both denied for too long. Gi-hun's fingers dug into In-ho's jacket, pulling him impossibly closer, as if he could keep him there, as if he could keep him from slipping away.

A lifetime of regret and pain poured into that moment, the taste of it bitter and intoxicating. It was a kiss meant for endings, yet Gi-hun wished-prayed-it could have been their beginning.

When In-ho pulled away, something in his eyes was already saying goodbye.

"Live," he whispered.

And before Gi-hun could stop him, before he could scream, In-ho grabbed the knife from Gi-hun's waist and plunged it into his own chest.

A Winner With Nothing Left

Gi-hun's scream echoed through the empty arena.

Blood spilled from In-ho's lips as he collapsed into Gi-hun's arms. His body shook violently, but his expression was eerily peaceful.

"You idiot," Gi-hun choked, gripping his face. "Why-why the hell would you do that?"

"You were never supposed to be here," In-ho rasped, each word heavier than the last. "You... you're the only one I ever wanted to save."

Tears blurred Gi-hun's vision. "You didn't have to-"

In-ho gave him a weak smirk, the last of his strength fading. "Guess I broke the rules too."

A final breath. Then-nothing.

The robotic voice boomed overhead.

"Congratulations, Player 456. You are the winner of the Squid Game."

The Bitter Aftermath

Gi-hun didn't remember much after that.

The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a limousine, a suitcase of blood-stained money at his feet. His hands still smelled like In-ho's blood. His lips still tingled with the memory of their last kiss.

He had won. But he had lost everything.

Days passed in a blur. Gi-hun tried to return to his old life, but everything felt hollow. The money meant nothing. The world outside felt colder than the Squid Game ever had.

Until one night, when his phone rang.

A familiar voice crackled through the receiver.

"It's not over."

Gi-hun's breath caught. The line went dead.

But he knew that voice.

In-ho was alive.

And just like that, the game was far from over.

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Hey legends,

Yeah, I vanished like a Squid Game plot twist—sorry for the wait!

But guess what? I’m back, and Chapter 9 is WILD.

Thanks for hanging in there, you’re seriously the coolest.