THE DANGEROUS GAME

CLUBS AND BLOODS

The pulsing beat of the club thrummed through the air, weaving into the thick, smoky atmosphere as lights flashed in vibrant colors. Hyunjin and Sunghoon moved effortlessly through the crowd, exuding an aura that turned heads with every step. Tonight, they weren't just dressed to kill; they were dressed to command attention.

Hyunjin's sleek, white cropped top hugged his figure, accentuating the lean muscle along his waist, paired with high-waisted jeans that flared down to his platform boots. Beside him, Sunghoon was daring in a white jacket with fitted buckles and dark-washed flared jeans, every line of his frame emphasized by the way his outfit clung to him. The two of them looked like they owned the night, radiating a cool, dangerous energy.

But their enemies hadn't come to admire. A group of men lurked in the shadows, eyeing the duo with menace. The first thug struck out of nowhere, launching himself at Hyunjin. But he barely made it an inch before Hyunjin's leg snapped up in a fierce kick, landing square in the thug's chest. The man staggered back, gasping for breath as Hyunjin's gaze sharpened, a smirk tugging at his lips. This would be over quickly.

As more enemies closed in, Hyunjin's taekwondo skills kicked into high gear. His movements were graceful and precise, a lethal dance as he moved through his attackers. Each kick was swift and merciless, sending one thug after another crumpling to the floor. His shirt clung to his form, the once-pristine fabric now streaked with dark red as blood sprayed with each blow he landed.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon faced his own share of enemies, his expression cold and calculated as he whipped out a gleaming knife. His blade cut through the dim light, deadly and elegant as he moved with the precision of a trained killer. His strikes were quick, clean, each slice leaving his enemies clutching wounds as they fell to the ground. Blood spattered across his jacket, staining the pristine white and dripping down to his waist.

In the chaos, the flashing lights painted a macabre scene, illuminating the crimson streaks that covered both Hyunjin and Sunghoon. Their clothes clung to them, soaked in blood from the relentless onslaught, but neither of them flinched. Instead, they moved with a cold, brutal efficiency, cutting down every last man that dared approach them.

Half an hour later, the fight was over, bodies sprawled across the floor, and the club had fallen into a stunned silence. Hyunjin and Sunghoon stood amidst the wreckage, chests heaving as they surveyed their handiwork, blood staining their waists and arms, glistening under the club's flashing lights. They looked like fallen angels, beautiful and dangerous, exuding a dark allure that none could deny.

Up in the VIP section, Minho and Jay had been watching, their curiosity piqued the moment they heard Hyunjin and Sunghoon's names. As they looked down, they were both caught off guard by the intensity of the scene. The sight of Hyunjin, fierce and dripping with blood, made Minho's pulse race, an unexpected thrill spreading through him as he observed his rival's sharp movements and ruthless gaze.

Beside him, Jay was equally captivated. His eyes lingered on Sunghoon, taking in the blood-soaked outfit and the way his thin waist was framed by the fitted jacket. There was something about Sunghoon's calm, deadly expression that sent a shiver down Jay's spine, the blood only adding to his dark allure.

As Hyunjin and Sunghoon shared a look, the remnants of their shared adrenaline flickering in their eyes, Minho and Jay exchanged a glance. Despite their rivalry, both were undeniably drawn to what they had witnessed. Hyunjin and Sunghoon weren't just enemies—they were captivating in a way that neither of them could look away from.