dangerous | choi seungcheol

[ Chapter 1 ]

Opening.. Scanning..
"Hurry up.." He cursed under his breath.
They were right behind him, and this was crucial.
Map updated. Proceed? Yes or no.
Yes.
File uploaded.
He clicked the file and it shot open on the small watch screen, lines representing the streets of Paris appearing. The large black dot moved closer and closer to the green one. They were getting close.
Closing the file, the tall, dark haired and black-clad figure swiped his finger and pulled up another map. Clicking the screen, another page pulled up.
He pressed the red button just as he heard the missile launch.
He looked up, watching the red and black cylinder fly towards the Eiffel Tower- at him.
They knew he was there.
He smirked as it tore through the sky, landing meters away from the tower. Fire cut through the air, grabbing it out of his lungs and shoving warmth down into them to replace it.
The tower had been saved.
Choi Seungcheol was dead.

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The brunette pushed her way through the busy evening street, eager to get home after a long day at work.
She felt her purse buzz, and pushing a strand of her shoulder-length out of her face, she reached into the light blue bag and pulled out her phone.

Charlotte: On your way home?? I need ice cream asap,,
She laughed at her best friend's text, responding.
Analeigh (you): God, calm down. You're always hungry just get some urself you loser (^:
Charlotte: Ugh fine, but you're making me food when you get back.

She smiled at her best friend's constant hungriness and pressed the power button, locking her phone. She slid it back into her bag and continued pushing through the streets.
The light posts flickered on, signaling it was six o' clock. Even though it was getting dark, the medium-height college student knew the city would continue to ramble on for hours. It was New York City, after all. Even though the apartment she and Charlotte shared wasn't in the busiest area, it was still extremely busy.
She stuck against one of the buildings as she walked, knowing most people would avoid it. Living here for 2 years, she had learned a trick or two.
A quiet tune drifted from her lips as she continued to walk, but was suddenly replaced by a gasp as she was pulled into an alleyway.
She began to struggle, trying to twist out of the mysterious figure's grip, reaching for the familiar pink bottle of pepper spray.
"Stop, stop," A slightly accented voice said. "It's okay, I promise I'm not going to hurt you!"
The sun was almost all the way down, and the light from the city seemed to stretch far away from the alley.
She paused for a moment.
"Do you know your way around this city?"
Analeigh bit her lip, nodding hesitantly. What if this was a trap..?
"Good, then we need to move quick."
"Wha-" He slid a small wristband onto her arm.
"Let's go."
"Where do we need to go..?!" She exclaimed, running after him.
"The Empire State Building.. And quick."
"W- Why?!"
He ignored her, slowing a bit so that she would drift in front.
They pushed through the crowds, gaining strange glances from other civilians.
Soon enough, they reached the tall landscape, and she was out of breath.
The mysterious stranger walked through the doors as he beckoned for her to follow, which she did hesitantly.
The secretary let him walk by, and they boarded the elevator.
He took her wrist and his, pressing them against the elevator panel. A small buzzing noise radiated through the small space, followed by a satisfactory bleep.
2
6
8
10
He punched the numbers into the button panel quickly while Analeigh watched, slightly terrified but somewhat anxious to see where she was headed.
What was this black wrist-band..? Some kind of key..? A tracking device?
After a few moments of awkward silence, the doors slid open revealing a medium sized room, full of computers and screens.
The stranger walked in and the anxious brunette followed behind.
"Seungcheol!" A voice called. "So glad you're back. How close did they get this ti-" The tall figure a few feet away from her paused. "Who is this?"
Seungcheol smiled lightly, glancing in the slightly-terrified girl's direction. "This," He said. "Is our new GPS."