MASKED FACES || SEVENTEEN

⛥ THIRTY FIVE ⛥

Yn and Yoshi stood frozen in shock, their hearts racing with a sense of dread and trepidation. As they slowly turned around in unison, they were greeted by the sight of an imposing figure looming before them. Jun's tall, towering frame stood imposingly in the shadows, his eyes fixed on them with an icy gaze that seemed to pierce right through their very souls.

Yoshi and Yn stood before Jun, their faces betraying a hint of trepidation, as they locked eyes with his cold, unflinching gaze. Yet Jun's icy gaze fixated on Yoshi's hands that firmly clasped around her delicate waist, causing his eyes to darken perceptibly.

Jun's voice, cool and measured, sliced through the air like a knife, his eyes narrowing as he addressed Yoshi. "So, you've managed to sneak in here and abscond with my doll" he sneered, his tone a chilling concoction of ire and scorn.

Yoshi met Jun's unwavering gaze head-on, unflinching in the face of his icy stare. "We've come to rescue a friend," Yoshi stated firmly, his voice steady and resolute.
Jun chuckled darkly, a sinister smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh, a noble endeavor, indeed," he chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How admirable, risking everything in the name of friendship."

Yoshi bristled at Jun's mocking tone, a flicker of irritation flashing across his eyes, but he held his ground. "We'll do whatever it takes," he replied, his voice firm.
Yoshi, keenly attentive to Jun's gaze, tightened his grip around Yn's waist, drawing her closer to him, knowing full well that the action would likely irritate Jun even more.

And sure enough, as Yoshi brought Yn closer, Jun's eyes darkened further, his jaw clenching in anger. He loathed the sight of Yoshi’s possessive hold on her, his muscles tense as he fought to maintain his composure.

Yn, her voice barely a whisper, pleaded with Yoshi to be careful. "Don't provoke him" she entreated, her eyes flickering nervously towards Jun.
"Let's die together," Yoshi replied, his voice lilting in an attempt to keep his tone light, though his words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of their dire situation.

Jun, his eyes narrowing, caught the murmur of their conversation, his keen senses attuned to every syllable. The lighthearted banter stung him bitterly, his anger slowly reaching its boiling point.
"Go," Yoshi whispered urgently to Yn. "I'll hold him off. Find Miyeon and Asahi."

Yn's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as fear and determination mingled in her gaze. She nodded, silently acknowledging his order. Before running off, she gave Yoshi's hand a quick squeeze.

Yoshi, left alone with Jun, braced himself for what was to come. His muscles tensed, ready to defend himself as he prepared to face Jun's wrath.
Jun's eyes burned with fury as he focused his gaze solely on Yoshi, his face taut with anger. The air was thick with tension, and Yoshi could feel the palpable hostility radiating from the other man.

"You're really testing my patience" Jun growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Did you seriously think you could just waltz in here and take what's mine?"
Yoshi met Jun's gaze defiantly, refusing to show any signs of weakness. "We're not here to take anything from you," he retorted, his voice steady. "We're here to rescue our friend. Simple as that."

"Face it," Jun sneered, taking a menacing step closer to Yoshi. "You have no chance against me."
In a swift motion, Jun hurled a punch aimed directly at Yoshi's face.
In the blink of an eye, Yoshi's reflexes kicked into action, his hand swiftly intercepting Jun's attack. The two men locked in a fierce struggle, their bodies moving with practiced ease in a display of martial prowess.