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Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing.

Summary:

Backstory to; “No matter where”

 

Hwang Brother swap au: It’s simple, a backstory to how Junho became the frontman, his struggles, life at home before the games. And most importantly, his experience in the 2015 games.

(REWORKED)

Notes:

re-written ver

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Chapter 1: Why?

Notes:

So like... I'm reworked this fic cuz I rlly hated the way I wrote it originally, i thank those who still enjoyed it and I just hope that this new-rewritten version of Frontman Junho is better. I've taken time to decide whether or not to orphan this fic, and I decided not to since like this au still has a special place in my heart 🥹 Anyways here

Chapter Text

 



“Junho…” 




“Inho. Come with me.” 



It was that easy. 



“Junho why?” 



But he just had to refuse. He just had to say no. 




Bang! 




Junho let out a small gasp, looking back at his reflection in the mirror. His brother staring back into his eyes with the same haunted expression, the betrayal in his eyes. His brother… 

 

Breathing heavily, why couldn’t he turn away? Just look away! His mind was screaming at him, his body was tense, the wound on his shoulder started to ache once more. His brother. 



Why did he shoot him? 




Why couldn’t he have done anything else? 




Why did Inho have to say no? 




“Shut up,” He mumbled, his brother’s voice still haunting him, that same damn question that can’t be erased. “I had no choice.” 

 

But you did, his mind said. Junho closed his eyes tightly, You did have a choice. He knew that it was true. He had a choice. And yet he made a poor decision, and now his older brother, his hyung could be dead. 

 

“I’m sorry.. Inho…” Junho whispered, his voice quiet, and oh so tiny, but he had no right to cry right now. Once he opened his eyes slowly, the appearance of Inho was long gone already from his mirror, it was just Junho, it had always been him. He still had a role to play. Forcing himself to walk away from the sink after he turned the faucet off, he grabbed another white coat. His old one is now stained with his blood. 

 

After he changed into a new uniform, Junho stood in front of his mirror staring deep into his own reflection once more. His eyes dull with a look of a man who’s seen too much, a face so young yet carries the expression of an older man in war. He looked back down at his hands, the mask. The same white geometric mask he’s worn for years now. 

 

“Junho.” 

 

He snapped his head back up, Inho stood behind him, sick pale skin with dead eyes piercing inside of his head. “Why did you kill me?” 

 

Junho frowned, ignoring the rapid beating in his chest, he focused on getting his mind back into the game. Ignored the questions asked from his hallucination as he placed his mask on his face and pulled his hood up. The final game was about to begin. Player 218 and Player 456. The VIPS are still waiting for his return. 

 

Junho, now returned back to his role of being the Frontman, whatever remained of him as Hwang Junho would be gone for the next few days. 





Inho, would you still consider me as your brother if you knew why?