The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

TWENTY - SEVEN

Eva quivered with fear as Yn's voice sliced through the air. Her trembling legs carried her to a concealed nook behind a nearby table. She huddled in a crouched position, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. As silent tears streamed down her cheeks, adjusting her clothes, she tightly covered her trembling lips, preventing from making any sound.

Yn's fingers wrapping around Romi's hair, yanking her back with brutal force. Romi's shrill scream filled the air as she crashed to the ground, her fingers clawing at Yn's grip.

With a growl, Yn tightened her hold, her knee slamming into Romi's back, pinning her to the cold pavement. Romi writhed beneath her, desperate to break free.

Yn leaned in, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "So you're just a pathetic little bitch, huh? You never deserved Suho, you're nothing but a gay loser." Yn chuckled at her prior actions.

"Oppa.." Eva's eyes darted towards her phone, which had fallen near Yn's feet. She hastily retreated back into hiding seeing Yn's unusual appearance.

Yn was clad in a sleek, black fighter's outfit. Her hands were covered with fingerless gloves, and she had bandages wrapped around them, protecting her hands and helping her grip things better. She had strong black boots that let her move quickly and kick hard when needed.

"So do you deserve Master? You should be grateful to me, I was crushing your daddy's princess!" Romi's response was a venomous glare, and with a surge of strength, she managed to buck her off. Yn scrambled to her feet, fury in her eyes and sprang back to her feet, circling Romi like a predator stalking its prey.

Their first clash was explosive, fists flying through the air, kicks aimed with lethal precision. Romi was no slouch, she fought back with ferocity. Her nails raked across Yn's neck, drawing blood. Yn grunted in pain.

"You bitch can't you just die.. you messed up everything showing yourself in the building, you stole my Suho..." Romi twisted Yn's hand as they grappled in a bitter fight.

"How did you feel when, Master's hands were on her waist, the way they danced together, the admiration from everyone. Jungkook made her more beautiful than you could ever be." Romi sneered, taunting Yn further.

Yn retaliated with a swift roundhouse kick that sent Romi staggering, Yn removed her black leather jacket hurling away in aggression.

"Jungkook?? How dare you? I'll kill you for sure by uttering your Master' name from your slutty shitty mouth!" Yn snarled, her obsession turning her into a relentless force of destruction.

With every strike, she sought to obliterate the image of Jungkook with Eva from her mind, replacing it with the satisfaction of beating Romi. When Yn was about to retrieve the gun to finish the fight quickly, the glint of the gun momentarily caught Romi's eye.

In a swift moment, knowing Yn was quicker on the trigger to pull, Romi sputtered, "I see, you brought your little toy to the fight. How cute!" Another taunt to protect herself first.

Yn smirked in response, her grip tightening on the gun. However, Romi's mockery had a purpose, she knew it was a futile attempt to outwit her skilled opponent.

In the blink of an eye, Yn hurled the gun away on the floor, laughter bubbling up from deep within her. Yn's voice rang out with a mischievous tone, "Well, Bimbo! it's no fun if I have all the advantages, is it?" With a wink, Yn displayed her unparalleled speed and skill, showcasing her mastery of combat.

Yn had a secret advantage - her unparalleled training and reflexes are unmatched by anyone unless they've learned from the same trainer. However, only Jungkook knows such techniques.