This was inspired by an rp that a close friend and I started last year, but we sadly had to discontinue it due to life becoming too busy for the both of us, but she gave me permission to turn the rest of our ideas into a little book, so that our remaining ideas would not go to waste. This rp was the result of the combined imagination of two theatre kids, and it includes fluff, angst, chaos, and a whole load of gay relationships. So, if this is not your cup of tea (pardon the term, I'm British), then feel free not to read, but please do not leave any hate comments on this book. It's called fanfiction for a reason.
"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.