Play With Fire | Choi Seungcheol FF (Slow Update)

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"Well Well Well...look who we found here....'Choi Seungcheol' huh?," the figure called out, a mix of authority and threat in his tone...

Seungcheol kept his expression neutral, "Is there something you need?" he asked calmly.

The figure stepped forward, his face obscured by a black ski mask. "Oh, there's plenty we need, Choi. But for now, we'll settle with you coming with us." He gestured to his men, who moved to surround Seungcheol.

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes, assessing the situation. As the man spoke, yn couldn't help but recognize the distinctive tone and accent.This was someone from the same agency where Yn had worked for years.

The thought of being in the hands of these dangerous individuals sent a shiver down her spine. She knew better than most how ruthless they could be. But she also knew that Seungcheol was no pushover. He would protect her with his life if necessary.

As the men closed in, Seungcheol's body tensed, preparing for the inevitable confrontation. His eyes darted around the group, assessing their movements and capabilities. With a swift motion, he pulled out a small, concealed weapon and aimed it at the lead figure. "Back off," he growled, his voice cold and menacing. "I don't want any trouble."

The masked man laughed, seemingly unfazed by Seungcheol's display of force. "Oh, you don't want trouble? That's cute," he taunted. "But you see, Choi, you're already in it."

The men surrounding them exchanged knowing glances, their bodies shifting into a more aggressive stance. It was clear they were seasoned fighters, used to dealing with situations like this. But Seungcheol didn't seem the least bit intimidated.

"Alright, Choi," the masked figure continued. "Let's see what you're made of." With a sharp nod, he signaled for his men to move in. They closed the distance between them and Seungcheol swiftly, their bodies moving like well-oiled machines.

Seungcheol braced himself, ready for the onslaught. He ducked as a fist flew toward his head, countered with a roundhouse kick to his attacker's chin. The impact reverberated through his body, but his stance remained firm. Another assailant attempted to sneak up behind Yn, but she managed to dodge out of the way, rolling to the ground just in time.

The air was filled with the sounds of grunts, fists connecting with flesh, and boots crunching against concrete. Seungcheol's hands moved with lightning-fast precision, deflecting blows and landing his own devastating strikes. He dodged a flurry of punches, spinning around to deliver a kick that sent one of the attackers flying through the air.

Yn, fueled by adrenaline and determination, fought back against her assailants. She used her years of training to her advantage, dodging and weaving between them. When one of the men grabbed her, she twisted out of his grip and delivered a sharp elbow to his nose. Blood spurted from his nostrils as he staggered back, momentarily dazed.

The tension in the air was palpable as the fighting intensified. Gunshots rang out, sending shards of concrete flying through the air. Seungcheol, still on guard, ducked for cover behind a nearby car. Yn, however, was unfazed. She crouched low, her movements swift and precise as she evaded the hail of bullets.

One of the assailants tried to take advantage of the distraction, charging towards Yn with his weapon raised. With a swift motion, she snatched a nearby pipe from the ground and used it as a makeshift weapon. She swung the pipe with all her might, connecting it to the man's skull with a sickening thud. The attacker crumpled to the ground, motionless.

The remaining assailants, stunned by the turn of events, hesitated for a moment. It was all the time Yn needed. She spun around, her body moving with blinding speed, delivering a flurry of strikes to each of them. Sweat poured down her face as she fought, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Blood dripped from her knuckles, mingling with the dirt beneath her feet.