MASKED FACES || SEVENTEEN

⛥ THIRTY NINE ⛥

In a state of complete exhaustion, Yn struggled to catch her breath. Her wide eyes filled with horror as she was dragged further and further away, the person's grip on her arm firm and uncompromising. She tried to wriggle free, but her efforts were in vain, her strength and energy utterly depleted.

"You shouldn't," she protested weakly, her voice hoarse and raspy. "The consequences... won't be good." Despite her warning, the person continued to drag her away, their eyes cold and unyielding.
Yn trembled with fear and hopelessness as the person continued to drag her, her struggles becoming weaker and more ineffective as she grew weary from both physical exertion and the crushing weight of despair.

"Why can't you understand," the person repeated, their voice deep and authoritative. "I'm trying to save you." The person's tone was firm, as though they were convinced that what they were doing was the only right course of action, despite Yn's protests and obvious distress.

"They will hurt you Felix," she pleaded, her voice quavering with desperation. "Please, just try to understand. You're making a mistake." Despite her attempts at persuasion, he remained steadfast, his grip on her arm tight as he continued to drag her away against her will.

She grabbed his hand and turned him to face her, her voice soft and urgent. "Felix," she said gently. 
As he looked into her eyes, the hardness in his expression softened, his resolve faltering for a moment.

He pulled her into a gentle embrace, his grip soft and tentative. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "Were they treating you well? Did they hurt you?" His worry was clear in his voice, his eyes searching her face for any signs of injury and distress.

She gently pulled back from the hug, looking up at him with a mixture of gratitude and reproof. "I'm fine, Felix," she said, her voice weary. "You didn't have to go through all that danger to get me out of that mansion." Her tone was gentle but firm, making her disapproval clear.

Despite her protests, a flicker of relief crossed his face, his worry slowly fading away. "I had to," he replied, his voice low and determined. "I couldn't stand the thought of you in danger. I had to rescue you. I had to protect you."

"Jeongin is waiting at a far end," Felix said, his voice urgent. "We have to hurry." He took her hand tightly and started leading her away, his pace quick and purposeful.

The two of them began jogging through the deserted streets, the only sound the sound of their footsteps on the pavement and the occasional rustle of leaves as they passed a stray bush or tree. Despite the sense of urgency, Felix's hand remained gentle and secure around hers, his touch protective and reassuring.

Just as they were nearing the corner, a loud gunshot rang out through the air, startling them both. In an instant, Felix cried out in pain, his free hand coming up to clutch his injured shoulder. He stumbled and dropped to one knee, his face contorted in agony.

"Felix!" Yn cried out, her voice filled with shock and alarm. She quickly knelt down beside him, her eyes wide with fear as she saw the blood seeping through his fingers as he clutched his wounded shoulder.

Standing behind them was Seungcheol, gun in hand and a cold smirk on his face. He held the gun casually at his side, aiming it at them in a relaxed but menacing manner.
Seungcheol chuckled smugly, his eyes fixed on Yn. "Do you think you can escape us, birdy?" he taunted, his voice mocking. He took a step closer, the gun still aimed at her.