⸝⸝ 𓏵 “ every time i look in the mirror, i get tears in my eyes. ”

after watching the games finish, 456 sacrificed himself for a newborn baby, in-ho didn’t know how to feel. someone he loved, who he saw as a brother, who he tried to protect, just threw his life away for lady he’d just met in the games’ baby.

in-ho was on his way to collect the baby, though first — he had to stop at his room, which he was aware was a bad idea because there could’ve been anyone in there, but he didn’t fear death. he didn’t fear anything.

you, jun-ho, stood inspecting the frontman’s room, noticing the trail of blood on the floor leading to the elevator, and a dead body right beside it. it was the games manager, and he stunk up the room. the detective stood at the window with his gun in hand, staring out at the yellow tower with the baby wrapped in the green jacket, stained with old, dry blood.

ding.

that was whenever the elevator ticked, the doors opening and a few footsteps emerged from it. jun-ho snapped around to see, … frontman. his breath hitched in his throat, watching as the man began to take his mask off. the detective immediately raised his gun, even if it was his brother.

“in-ho, why?” was all jun-ho ever said to his brother nowadays, and he never got his answer.

“jun-ho… why are you here? gi-hun is dead.” in-ho stated coldly, his hand reaching up to unclasp his black mask, revealing his face to the detective, reminding him of what his brother looked like.