(POV In-ho/Young-il/Frontman)

"All games are to be postponed. The next will take place tomorrow.", I instructed my officer. "We need to examine the security of the building after the shooting and control the damage that has been done. Dismissed."

I wasn't in the mood for any more conversation with my guard especially because we were to expect the VIPs the next day. There was a war raging in my mind between what I wanted and what I had to do. Could Gi-hun ever forgive me? Maybe if I actually stopped the games? 'No, because you moron killed his best friend.', the voice in my head said and I stopped hectically strolling up and down in my room. I lay down on my bed, crossed my fingers behind my head and stared at the ceiling. I knew that I wouldn't get the chance to really talk to him, to explain my reasons, he wouldn't listen anyway unless I would gag him and tie him to a chair – and that didn't seem the right way to gain his forgiveness, I suppose. I needed to make him listen, needed to explain to him why I couldn't just stop the games. There were rules, existing far longer than I had been in charge and the whole thing was sponsored by the VIPs. I could modify the rules a little, for example prohibit violence among the players or do changes concerning the games so the probability to survive was higher – but in the end my hands were tied. And I couldn't just stop being the Frontman as I'd risk to be executed to secure the games' secrecy. And who knew what a new Frontman would do...

My gaze wandered around and stopped at the pile of the clothes I had worn as Player 001. Could I be him once again? My sister-in-law had advised me to find a way to tell Gi-hun that I was still alive and to stop his suffering. And if he wouldn't listen to the Frontman, there was a far better chance that he'd listen to Young-il, if I'd let him revive. Automatically I got up from my bed and got dressed in the clothes which said 001.

'Just talk to him, nothing more.', I repeatedly told myself. "Officer!"



(POV Gi-hun)

I could watch the other players all day long and witnessed that all games had been delayed. I asked myself what in heck's name I was doing here, why had I been kept alive. It was probably evening when they brought my supper and this time I ate without contradiction, I didn't have the nerve for it. I had no idea how long I had been laying on my bed staring at the ceiling as I suddenly heard the doorknob move. Immediately I got up and stood still as a guard came in – with someone else behind him. First I saw the familiar outfit which all players were wearing, then I noticed the maroon hair, shining in the dimmed light, the man's face still in the dark.

"Player 001, your request has been accepted.", the guard announced and left the room, leaving the other man with me. For a moment everything stood still, even my heart skipped a beat and my lungs refused to breathe as I realized who was standing right in front of me. The dimmed light reflected in his eyes – they were filled with tears. We stood there, both petrified, as I waited the illusion to disappear, but it didn't. "Gi-hun..." His voice murmuring my name gave my tongue back the ability to talk. "Young-il", I whispered, still unable to move. I couldn't define the look in his eyes, there was despair, happiness, relief and pain at the same time. My brain's ability to make a clear thought was long gone, I could only stare at him, not believing that I saw him again. He was still standing at the door, seeming cautious and kind of shy. Young-il made a sudden movement towards me and without my brain ordering them, my feet carried me in his direction. We collided, throwing our arms around each other, clinging on each other's bodies with all our strength. I felt his warmth, his heartbeat and his chest moving as he was breathing. He was alive.

We loosened our grip a little just enough so we could look in each other's eyes – but the gaze lasted merely a second. We pressed our lips together like it was holding on to dear life. We almost lost balance stumbling through the room, completely eating each other up. Questions were racing in my mind, how he had survived, if he was held hostage like me, why he was here in my room, what we should do now...but as mentioned, my brain had definitely left the groupchat. We kept stumbling until my back hit the wall. Young-il stopped for a second, capturing the situation. He gave me a smirk, again showing those flawless teeth of his, and continued kissing me while pressing me against the wall. My hand was in his hair, the other one on his back, gripping every inch of his skin through his shirt. It was the most intense make-out I had ever done in my life and nothing like the kisses we had shared before: The first during the night watch had been soft and gentle, the second time before we were defeated on the suicide-mission, hard and determined.

But what we did now was nothing like it. It was pure passion, mixed with the desperation of our situation, like our lives depended on it. I pushed my body against his and once again we stumbled backwards, falling on the bed. We froze for a second, in his eyes the same desperate desire as in mine. We pulled each other in and as we kept consuming each other I tasted blood in my mouth, but none of us cared. My hand slipped under his shirt feeling the hard muscles on his back. When I touched his bare skin Young-il made a little noise which sent shivers down my spine. Holy hell he made me crazy in a way I had never experienced in my whole life. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He gave me a hungry look, his fingernails scratching over my chest and abs as he tried to take off my shirt as well. He wasn't as successful as me, so in the end I got stuck in a very graceful way. I had to laugh. "Young-il..."

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Author's note: Finally the reunion we've been waiting for. Quick reminder that this is my first fanfiction ever and that english is not my first language soooo don't judge :D