In-ho, the mysterious Frontman of the deadly games, hides his identity behind a mask. He secretly joins the game to be closer to Gi-hun, a player he has fallen for. As he navigates the challenges, he struggles to keep his true identity hidden while trying to protect Gi-hun. Can In-ho maintain his secret while exploring his feelings, or will the truth come out and change everything?

You cannot blame gravity for falling, in love. But is it truly love? No. A twisted game with a cruel design to weave a lure with a toxic love that binds and chokes, a suffocating hold while this story unfold, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑. May justice serve this game. Will Gi-hun achieve his goal, or not? Either way, it's all for the best. Right? Keep watching. If you can handle it. (The story is held when Jung bae was shot by the front man.) And when I say this is toxic, then it is. Leaving is an option, staying is your choice. I will not entertain that is unrelevant or unnecessary. ‼️𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒‼️ I loved creating this story, but I'm putting it on hiatus because the narrative grew far too complex for me to manage. In short it's complicated and ruined, eventually you'll understand why if you keep reading. Additionally I might actually discontinue because of how it's messed up.

As the front man of a deadly survival game, it is In-ho's job to make sure the plan goes accordingly, and to do so, he must portray as an ordinary player in the game, but there seems to be a distraction along the way as he encounters a former champion, Seong Gi-Hun. He didn't seem to care at first; he just had to do his job. However, he slowly starts to develop feelings, which interfere with his mission. Will he stick to the plan or follow his heart?

Gi-hun x In-ho. why not? it is such a good ship... only if Gi-hun knew who is the frontman.

"Two," the voice over the loudspeakers called out. Just like 001 had said. As suddenly as the realization hit him, Gi-Hun was already being dragged by his arm towards a room. There was no time to waste; many people would die this round, and Gi-Hun prayed to whatever gods might be watching them for mercy. He glanced back at the group he had formed-Jung-Bae was already gone. Thank God. He was safe. Finally, he focused on the hand holding his arm, the grip so strong he swore the blood flow was cut off. He looked up at their face, the dark, short locks, those soft, endless eyes. It was 001. *** started this on wattpad while waiting for ao3 to be accepted,, ENJOY anyways these two have been on my mind like crazy,,, also pretend for this story that mingle takes place before the six-legged pentathlon IN-HO IS A BOTTOM I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL has nsfw // chapter has a warning!!