"Look sugar, i'll make a deal with you. I'll promise to keep this affair of yours a secret. but in return, you will be my maid." He smirks
"Are you crazy? Hell no!" Shouted the shorter male bellow him
You sure? Because you and i both know that i can make both of your life a living hell. And we don't want that now, do we darlin'?"
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He sighs
"Fine.."
{Warning! Contains: Lgbt+, depression, self harm, cursing, and bulimia. This story may be disturbing and inappropriate to some readers, you have been warned.}
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.