The Favorite- Front Man x Reader- Squid Game

Part 70:

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           I had already changed out of my dress and into some comfy pajamas, braiding my hair and removing my makeup as well. Since In-Ho did seem to be servicing the girl, I felt annoyed and watched my comfort show, (favorite show name). I had watched it many, many times, and it was one of the few shows I could finish and just repeat as soon as it ended. It never got old however much I watched it, and I figured that I would never stop loving it.

        Even though it drew me in, for it was very interesting, my mind couldn't help but wander. There were pictures in my head that I so desperately wanted out because they were all filled with In-Ho and her. He must've taken so long to come back because he took my advice. I could envision her taking off that cinematic silver top on her tray only to see In-Ho in her doorway, making the rash decision to let her delicious food get cold if only to get something hotter. I could envision him making a move on her, having not indulged in women for however long he'd been here, only to be surprised when she was better than he remembered. Better than any other girl he'd had. Was she as pretty as everyone expected when the first thing he took of of her was the mask? Or perhaps, the last thing for suspense. I bet she was.

       My mind raced wildly with things I couldn't want to be there any less until I heard the door open. Wow. He lasted 20 minutes with her, give or take. Maybe she wasn't as pretty under the mask.

         He seemed strangely normal for having just... you know, but I was just more on edge. I was agitated for reasons unknown, showed by my position, my knees to my chest sitting on the couch upright. I looked like a hermit, or at least someone who hadn't seen the light of day in far too long. My eyes were squinty, and I could barely make out the familiar figures of the characters interacting on screen.

       "What are you doing?" He asked.

        "Watching f/s."

        He hummed, and I could hear his smile. So she was good. Okay, at the least.

        I groaned, cupping my head in my hands, wanting all of those images out of my head. Feminine moans filled my brain, and I was going insane.

         "What's wrong with you?" He questioned.

          "Nothing, I'm fine," I mumbled.

        He sighed and walked over to the chair I was sitting on. I looked up through my fingers at the show, but I couldn't ignore the dip I felt next to me.

         "Lying doesn't suit you, princess."

         I looked at him from the side, and I could see he was enjoying this. It annoyed me of course, why would he take pleasure in my knowing exactly what he just did and thinking about it for forever? Not to mention, him calling me that put a worse image in my mind. I pictured him calling her princess only for him to use it on me later on. But I was first. His original princess.

       "And the 'afterglow' of sex doesn't suit you," I countered.

        I checked for his reaction even though I didn't want to, and he had on that same damn smirk. And he looked sexy. It couldn't be denied, he was just too handsome. It killed me.

       "You really think I had sex with her?" He asked, clearly entertained.

       "Well... yeah."

       I pulled my hands away and looked at him with a look of fake discomfort and annoyance, hoping to ward off any further talking about his bedroom activities. I didn't want to think about that.

       "Interesting."

       He basically pulled a glass of whiskey out of think air and took a sip, hiding his smile. He clearly wasn't telling me something. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked away, trying to concentrate on the television and forget anything of what I was previously thinking of.

       Of course, as soon as I found a second of peace, he interrupted it.

        "Do you know what does suit you, princess?"

        I gave him a look out of the corner of my eye.

        "Jealousy," he laughed and took another sip.

        I turned to him immediately.

        "I am not jealous."

         That's what I said, but maybe it wasn't what I believed. Could I be jealous? Didn't I acknowledge my feelings for him already? God. Maybe I was jealous. I knew I could have fallen for him a little, and maybe my attempts at suppressing that weren't working. That's bad. This is bad. I can't just act like this around him. He doesn't like me, nothing at all has happened between us, so why would I even humor the thought of it?

He gave me a look as though he didn't believe me, and I rolled my eyes as him. Maybe he knows. Maybe I'm being too obvious with it. If he knows, that'd be so embarrassing. We're coworkers. Ugh, and imagine if Il-Nam found out? One of his "children" crushing on the other. Maybe that's what it was. Nothing serious. A small crush. He's a mysterious, handsome, powerful man. It's just my instincts that make me drawn to him, right? It's the girlish intrigue and "I can fix you" that's drawing me to him. It's sickening.

Breaking me from my myriad of thoughts, In-Ho inched closer to me, to which I looked at him for a second before facing forward. I was thoroughly surprised when I felt a hand go under my chin. I widened my eyes before letting myself be guided to face him. He looked deeply into my eyes, and it made me feel a burning desire. He glanced down slightly, I couldn't tell if it was at my lips, and back up. I was basically melting. I wasn't in control, and I felt my face flush and my heart beat faster.

"Don't worry. I think it's adorable."

Original Publish Date: December 21, 2023

Again, I'm so sorry for not posting often! Merry early Christmas and Christmas Eve to you guys 🫶