Play with Fire • SEVENTEEN FF

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Dokyeom paced around the room, ignoring Juyeon's painful screams as Myungho let the melts of the candle drop on Juyeon's skin. He counts every step he takes. It already reached 100 steps, making the drops of the candle on Juyeon's body a hundred too. Then he suddenly stops.

"Stop," he calls out, and Myungho blows the candle and put it away. A few seconds passed by and Dokyeom slowly made his way to Juyeon. He held his chin and lifts it quickly, making Juyeon look at him while still wincing in pain. "Now speak."

"I'm not telling you—"

Slap.

Myungho flinches at the side from the sound of the heavy slap from Dokyeom to Juyeon. He knows that the former is inching his way to impatientness, but he can't step up or else he'll be involved in Kyeom's wrath.

"You asked for 100 drops of a candle on your body then you'll speak up. I knew you weren't gonna do it but for the safe part, I did it." Every word felt like poison. Juyeon didn't know that a sweet-faced person could speak with venom. So dangerous, so deep.

"There's only one thing you should know," Juyeon speaks after a few seconds of silence in the room. He was breathing in and out deeply, trying to gather himself from the pain he felt since they captured him.

"And that is?" This time, Myungho asked the question and Dokyeom didn't bother.

"One thing's for sure..." he stops and glares at the person in front of him who's now glowering at him, Dokyeom. "You're gonna get yourself stuck in her traps."

It took a few seconds before Dokyeom sucked in the tiny information, making him laugh at such an absurd answer. "Really? That's it?" He laughs, even more, his voice echoing in the room. "Well, then that's gotta be a fucking lie."

Juyeok smirks. "Until now you still haven't caught her. An easy task yet you don't know how to do it. How much more getting trapped in her plans."

"Fucker."

"So she has plans?" Myungho asks.

Dokyeom rolls his eyes and looks at him. "Of course that bitch has plans, how else does she get away every time we try to catch her?"

Myungho looks away and clicks his tongue. "I was only asking," he mumbles, voice low so that Dokyeom wouldn't hear him.

"What are her plans?" Dokyeom asks Juyeon, looking back at him.

"That..." He grimaced, feeling Dokyeom's nails dig into his chin. "I can't tell you."

"Why?" His nails dig deeper, and Juyeon's chin was now bleeding.

"Argh!" The latter whimpers even more from pain, his tied hands clenching tightly. "Stop! Please!"

Dokyeom chuckles. "I like you begging."

"Fucknhsgd."

"What was that?" Dokyeom slowly asks, head tilting to the side.

Juyeon still wasn't talking, so Dokyeom let his nails stay where it was. His hand had blood on them. Juyeon could be heard wincing and whimpering from time to time because of the pain.

Then the door suddenly opened.

"Coups needs you two, now!"

Dokyeom retrieved his hand and turns to the person standing at the door with a sweaty forehead. "What's wrong?"

"It's urgent. I can't tell you about it here." It was Junhui, by the door, gasping for air as if he ran his way here.

"Just tell me what's wrong." Dokyeom wipes his hand with the towel on the room and went out of the room, followed by Myungho behind him. He shuts the door and locks them. Jun was about to jog away when Dokyeom took hold of him. "What's wrong, Lockit?!"