dangerous | choi seungcheol

[ Chapter 11 ]

He stared at her, anger a clear emotion on his face.

Analeigh stood, staring back with a grim smirk.

What can he do now?

Joshua tilted his head, trying to wipe the feeling of nervousness out of his head. He forced a mischievous smile onto his face.

Reaching his arm behind his back, he pulled out a handgun, quickly pushing Analeigh back against the wall and nestling the tip of the firearm underneath her chin.

The smirk disappeared from the brunette's face as she was shoved against the hard surface, her gaze directed towards the ceiling due to the gun poking at her.

"So you're just going to kill me?" She closed her eyes. "Doesn't seem very smart-"

"Shut up." He hissed. Analeigh obeyed, noticing that he was listening. She listened as well. Seungcheol and the others so soon?

They both stood still until Analeigh felt him shift. He was reaching behind his back again, and out of the corner of her eye she saw another black handgun. He carried two..?

It took her a moment, but she realized what he was going to do.

He was going to use her as leverage.

This made her heartbeat quicken- Her life for information? And if they exchanged information there was no guarantee that she- or they- would be alive for long after that...

She was snapped out of her train of thought by the sudden sound of gunshots. The unconfusable sound echoed as it got closer.

Analeigh glanced back at Joshua, who was studying her. Did he know what she was thinking..? Could he read people like that? She knew Seungcheol could-

The door to the room bust open, and Mingyu stood there, blood streaked from his bottom lip to his chin. A moment later Seungcheol joined him, a small cut above his eyebrow and a scratch down the one side of his face.

The two looked at the sight in front of them, Analeigh pinned against the wall with a gun ready to fire under her chin, and another pointed right at them.

Joshua laughed, the ends of his mouth creeping into a smile.

"The SCA- What a pleasure."

"Drop your weapons." Seungcheol's voice was full of anger and frustration.

"Choi Seungcheol? Am I seeing a ghost? I helped plan the Eiffel Tower mishap-"

"Joshua Hong."

"The one and only."

"It's like the Enemy to have a sociopath as an agent."

"So that's what they've been calling me these days?" This only made him smile wider, a slight glint of insanity in his eyes.

"Put down your weapons."

He removed the gun from underneath Analeigh's chin, dropping it on the floor, and she let out a silent sigh as relief flooded through her. Despite this, he still held the second firearm in his hand, his knuckles white from gripping it so tightly.

Analeigh quickly reached down, grabbing the gun he had dropped from the cold floor.

She found it odd that he had left the safety lock on- unless this was part of some kind of master plan?

Analeigh had learned not to take anything for granted or believe anything for the past couple of weeks. Everything was layer upon layer of lies and traps.