In-ho watched as the guard ushered Gi-hun into his room with guns to his back. He didn't know when or how, but In-ho had most certainly caught some sort of feelings for the man in front of him. Which was... Inconvenient to say the least. Honestly. A player? Really? The frontman should be cold and unfeeling, right?

In-ho dismissed the guards, leaving him to a blindfolded and restrained Gi-hun. Just soft ropes around his wrists. No need to cause unnecessary discomfort via cold metal cuffs. In-ho walked forward, inspecting the slightly taller man before him. The man trying to tear apart everything he's worked for. And yet, all he wanted to do was... Reach out and touch him.. this little crunch was definitely getting out of hand.