**The Games Begin: A Desperate Introduction**

The players filled into one platform, their anxious chatter and nervous laughter filling the air as they gazed out at the massive bridge suspended high above the ground. The animatronic dolls began to swing the rope at a fast speed, making it extremely hard to cross the bridge. Myung-gi watched from 100 feet above, his eyes wide with worry as he saw his friends struggle to decide who should attempt this game first. The VIPs, seated in their luxurious viewing area, grew restless as the players below did nothing. They began to murmur among themselves, their voices filled with boredom and anticipation. One of the VIPs, a man with a golden bear mask, spoke up, "Fronty, why don't you let the new toy introduce herself? I mean, since you got her all pretty for us." Inho's expression tensed, a subtle change that only Myung-gi noticed. "I hate to disappoint, but this one's off-limits," Inho firmly spoke, his voice low and even. The VIPs seemed disappointed, some looking shocked. The drunken lion-masked VIP slurred, "Ohhhhh, Fronty's got a toy that he won't let us share." The entitled bear VIP added, "If you won't share her, at least let her introduce herself." Inho's agitation grew, but he leaned in close to Myung-gi's ear, his voice barely audible. "Say that you're the frontman's boyfriend. Don't use your name or mine." Myung-gi nodded, his heart racing with anxiety. "Ah, how rude of me, I'm the frontman's lover," he said strongly, bowing his head slightly. Inho's expression seemed to relax, and he gently patted Myung-gi's back. The VIPs reacted with surprise and curiosity. "Oh, you're a man," the bear VIP stated, his tone somewhat disappointed. The fox VIP remarked, "That was surely unexpected, didn't know you swung that way, Fronty." The lion-masked VIP, still drunk, slurred, "Fronty, why won't you share with us? I bet he's super cute based on that adorable voice and that hit-ass body." Myung-gi felt a wave of disgust wash over him as the lion-masked VIP talked about him in such a manner. Despite his reservations about Inho, he found himself clinging to the older man's arm, seeking comfort in his presence. Just as another VIP was about to speak, a player moved onto the platform, and the VIPs' focus shifted away from Myung-gi. The games were about to begin, and Myung-gi could only hope that he would survive long enough to see JunHee again.