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

Captive Hearts

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The silence in the chamber wasn’t just physical. It was emotional. Thick, suffocating, almost alive.

Gi-hun stood frozen at the doorway, his eyes locked on the man he thought he’d lost—In-ho, alive, breathing, very much real. Dressed in black, seated on a steel chair, surrounded by a haze of smoke, he looked every bit the ghost Gi-hun had been chasing.

"In-ho…" Gi-hun's voice cracked.

The man looked up slowly, expression unreadable beneath the shadows cast by a flickering light. His face was the same—but harder. Older. Haunted.

"You shouldn’t be here," In-ho said coldly, the tone like a blade slicing through the air.

Gi-hun stepped forward anyway. "You died in my arms. I buried you in my heart. And now you tell me I shouldn’t be here?"

"I let you win. That should’ve been the end of it." His jaw clenched. "You were supposed to move on."

"Move on?" Gi-hun’s voice rose. "After everything we went through? After what we felt? You kissed me like you were dying… and maybe you were. But I’ve been dead ever since."

For a moment, In-ho looked away. As if something inside him cracked.

"You don’t understand," he whispered.

"Then make me understand!" Gi-hun shouted. "Tell me why you’re here! Why you’re pretending like we didn’t mean anything!"

A long silence.

Then In-ho stood, slowly, almost reluctantly, like a man about to walk back into his own grave. "Because if I didn’t push you away, they would’ve killed you."

"The VIPs," Gi-hun guessed.

"They own me now," In-ho said, bitter. "They saved me… and they chained me. I’m their puppet. I smile when they say smile, I kill when they say kill."

"Then let’s burn them all down together."

In-ho laughed—a dry, hopeless sound. "You still don’t get it. They’ll never let us go."

But Gi-hun didn’t flinch. "You already gave me your life once. Let me give you mine this time."

Their eyes met—two men broken by the same machine, bound by blood and betrayal. Something hot and sharp pulsed between them. Longing. Rage. Regret.

And without thinking, without caution, Gi-hun grabbed In-ho by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"You don't get to disappear on me again," he growled.

In-ho’s breath hitched, but he didn’t resist. His hands slid up to Gi-hun’s wrists, gripping tight.

"You still want this?" he asked, voice dangerously low.

"I never stopped."

And that’s when it broke.

Their lips collided, fierce and furious. There was nothing gentle about it—it was teeth and breath and desperate tongues. A war between mouths that had waited too long. In-ho pulled Gi-hun in tighter, their bodies crashing together as if to make up for every second they had lost.

Gi-hun pushed him back onto the desk, knocking papers and wires aside, not caring who might hear or see. The kiss deepened, messy and unrestrained. Clothes tugged. Skin met skin.

It wasn’t just desire—it was need. Years of repressed feelings unraveling like thread in a fire.

In-ho’s lips trailed along Gi-hun’s neck, his breath hot and trembling. "I tried to forget you," he whispered. "Tried to convince myself it was the game messing with my head. But no matter how many nights I spent lying to myself… it was always you."

Gi-hun cupped his face, eyes burning. "You don’t have to lie anymore."

Their bodies met again, this time slower, deeper. Every touch an apology. Every breath a vow. And when they finally collapsed into each other’s arms, sweat-slick and silent, the ache between them was no longer just physical—it was soul-deep.

But peace didn’t last.

A sudden beeping echoed from the control screen in the corner.

In-ho tensed. "They know you’re here."

Gi-hun sat up, panic flooding his chest. "We have to go. Now."

In-ho grabbed a flash drive from the console. "I’ve been collecting evidence. Everything—players, deaths, VIP involvement. It’s all here."

Gi-hun looked at him, shocked. "You were planning to take them down."

"I didn’t think I’d live long enough to do it."

Sirens wailed in the distance. Red lights bathed the room in warning.

"Then let’s finish what we started," Gi-hun said, reaching for his clothes.

As they bolted from the room, heartbeats racing, one thing was clear:

This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

And next time… the game would be on their terms.