ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

handcuffs & gunshots. [luwin]

tw // blood, slight violence, minor character death.

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sicheng pulls his cap lower to cover a good portion of his face and fastens his walking pace. albeit having a gun with him, he couldn't be too sure that he's safe. this part of the town is filled with criminals, anyways, all types of them. junkies, dealers, assaulters, gangsters; you name 'em.

despite being a policeman sicheng isn't exactly immune to feeling scared. afraid is how he normally feels. fear is what he's used to.

out of all things, sicheng never understood why he became a cop. as his friends say he's a coward with a pretty face that will only attract criminals. but the main reason might be his own father, who never took a no as an answer. being a cop isn't exactly what he wanted but, as always, he didn't retort.

tonight will be long, he could tell.

after getting an unknown tip, he's supposed to investigate a club. it's strictly a track-and-no-contact mission, considering sicheng's status, and the chief doesn't want any harm done to him. it's not a small mission though, it's something related to the ninety-nine clan.

ninety-nine clan is an underground organization which main goal is to overturn the government. its members are mainly teenagers, but sicheng knows better to underestimate them, because they've been around for years and the police still couldn't get a hold on them. their secrecy is also top-notch and it's almost impossible to get a hint of what they do and what they will do next.

there's four main masterminds, all born in the 1999. mark lee, the founder; xiao dejun, the IT geek; wong kunhang, the skilled mister-knows-it-all, and–

out of all sudden, sicheng's yanked by his arm, and he spins to be greeted with two strangers. they're way bigger than he is. sicheng gulps.

" hey, pretty boy. took a wrong turn from the uptown ?" one of them asks. his voice is rough and unsettling.

sicheng backs off slowly but the man's iron grip around his arm forces him to stay. his work manual doesn't give him tips on how to deal with handsy creeps. then again, he doubts his stoic-faced, buff colleagues have to deal with this.

" what's wrong, cat got your tongue ?"

he feels a hand creeping up his back and sicheng flinches at once. " please don't touch me ."

he tried to sound stern, yet he sounded like a meek fawn begging to be eaten. good job, sicheng, what a way to chase creeps off.

" god, isn't he cute ?" another man pipes in. " knowing how to say please. what a good boy ."

his friend eyes sicheng, not loosening his grip at all. " dunno, dude, he seems suspicious ."

" c'mon, man, he ain't no threat. just a red-riding-hood lost in the woods ."

sicheng winces. by all means, they won't deem him harmless once they find out he carries a gun. and once they do it won't end well.

" do we have a problem here ?" asks a new, strangely-familiar voice.

the men don't even turn to see who it is. but sicheng does, and his eyes widen in the slightest.

" leave, wimp. it's none of your business ." says buff guy who's holding sicheng's hand.

" maybe it's wiser if you just leave the boy alone ."

letting sicheng's hand go, the man huffs in annoyance. " god, are you deaf? I said leave ."

buff guy turns to swing a punch, but the newcomer's quicker. he takes the buff man in a headlock, another hand grabbing the man's knuckles and holding it so tight the man winces. even from only watching sicheng knows it gotta hurt. the man's friend doesn't try to do anything, only gaping with wide-as-saucers eyes.