Inhun Fic Rec: White Mask - by midnighteverlark
“You’ve caused me a lot of trouble,” says the Front Man. He needs to keep Gi-hun talking, keep him engaged until he can chart their path through these woods and guide him out. “I could say the same,” Gi-hun volleys back, but he’s lost his bite. The words are tired. Like he’s too drained to fight back anymore. How disappointing. “You chose this,” he reminds him. “You asked me to bring you back here.” “I told you not to give me that shit,” Gi-hun growls, and, oh, there it is, that fire. In-ho would warm his iced hands at that fire for the rest of his life if Gi-hun - He cuts off the thought sharply. The rest of his life? He knows better than that. Why does this man make him stupid? It’s fast. One moment In-ho is watching Gi-hun raise the glass for a sip. The next, there’s a flicker of motion and Gi-hun’s hand flashes towards In-ho’s face, glass and all, and In-ho can catch the glass but not the liquid, and his eyes burn where the alcohol splashes through the eyes of the mask. He can’t even sputter before Gi-hun is on him.
In-ho has one chance to convince Gi-hun to join him as his right-hand-man, or else the VIPs want him dead. He agrees.
