Play With Fire | Choi Seungcheol FF

4.

As I slowly opened my eyes, the memory of the previous night's chaos flooded back, and I found myself in an unfamiliar luxurious grey room. Confusion washed over me as I took in my surroundings, trying to piece together what had happened.

A sense of vulnerability washed over me when I realized that I was only in my bra and underwear. Panic threatened to rise, but I forced myself to remain composed. I couldn't let them see any sign of weakness.

Just then, the door to the room opened, and Seungcheol entered, his expression unreadable. "You're awake," he stated, his voice cool and controlled.

I sat up, doing my best to maintain my seductive façade despite my unease. "Yes," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "What happened last night?"

Seungcheol's eyes narrowed, and I could sense his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You passed out from the gunshot wound," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. "I had to cut your clothes to treat the injury."

I felt a pang of humiliation at the fact that I was now practically half-naked in front of him. But I pushed the feeling aside, refusing to show any vulnerability. "Thank you for treating my wound," I said, forcing a small smile.

His gaze hardened, and he crossed his arms, his anger palpable. "Don't think this changes anything," he warned. "You're still not off the hook. We need answers, and we won't stop until we get them."

I met his gaze head-on, my seductive mask never faltering. "I have nothing to hide," I replied, my voice laced with confidence. "I was just trying to have some fun at your club. I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

Seungcheol's jaw clenched, and I could tell that he was torn between his anger and a strange fascination with my audacity. "You expect me to believe that?" he retorted, his voice low and challenging.

"I can't control what you believe," I said, my voice steady. "But it's the truth. I'm just a regular girl looking for excitement."

His eyes bored into mine, searching for any sign of deception.
"Who Are You?????" He growls.

My heart pounded in my chest as Seungcheol's anger flared, and he gripped my jaw firmly. His touch was rough, and I could feel the intensity of his frustration radiating through his grasp.

With a seductive smile, I met his intense gaze, refusing to let fear show on my face. "Why does it matter who I am?" I purred, trying to keep my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through me.
"Last night was just a game, a little adventure in the darkness. I didn't think it would upset you so much."

His eyes narrowed, his grip tightening, and for a moment, I thought he might lose control. But I refused to back down, even as a flicker of fear danced at the edge of my mind.

"You're playing with fire," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with."

My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my façade in place.
"Isn't that part of the thrill?" I teased, trying to disarm him with my seductive charm.
"You're mysterious, dangerous, and that's what drew me to your club in the first place."

Seungcheol's expression wavered, caught between his anger and my seduction. "You're not like the others," he said, his voice softer, but his grip on my jaw still firm.

"That's what makes it exciting, isn't it?" I whispered, leaning in closer, trying to gain his trust, even as I was navigating on dangerous grounds.
"You don't have to worry about me, I won't cause any trouble."

His eyes held a mix of wariness and intrigue, and I knew that I had to tread carefully. My charm could only get me so far, and I had to be strategic if I wanted to survive this dangerous dance with him and the shadows that surrounded us.

Seungcheol's grip finally loosened, and he took a step back, his expression conflicted. "You're playing with fire, and it could burn you," he warned, his voice a mix of caution and frustration.

I kept my seductive smile in place, my heart still racing, but I refused to show any vulnerability.
"Perhaps I like playing with fire," I said, my voice low and suggestive.
"But maybe I can learn to play with you too."

For a moment, Seungcheol seemed taken aback, his guard momentarily lowered. But I knew that the game was far from over. The allure of danger and the seduction of darkness had intertwined, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for me in this treacherous world.

And I winced in pain as the searing agony shot through my shoulder, but I refused to let it show on my face. Seungcheol's eyes bore into mine, and I could see the hint of satisfaction in his expression, knowing that he had caused me pain.

"Why are you really here?" he demanded, his voice hard and relentless. "And what do you know about me and my gang?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself despite the pain.
"I already told you," I replied, my voice steady, though a tinge of pain laced through my words. "I'm just a skilled girl, looking out for my own protection. I didn't come here with any ulterior motives."

His eyes narrowed, not fully believing my words. "Skilled in what exactly?" he pressed, his grip on my shoulder tightening.

My mind raced, trying to find a way to evade his questions without revealing my true identity. "I'm skilled in self-defense," I said,
choosing my words carefully. "I've learned to protect myself in dangerous situations, that's all."

Seungcheol seemed unconvinced, and I could see his frustration growing. He pushed harder on my shoulder, causing another wave of pain to surge through me. I gritted my teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing my vulnerability.

"What's your real name?" he demanded, his voice harsh and unyielding.

I hesitated for a moment, considering how much to reveal.
"You can call me Yn," I finally replied, deciding to stick with the alias I had adopted.

Seungcheol's gaze bore into mine, searching for any signs of deception.
"Yn, huh? That's not a common name," he remarked, clearly skeptical.

"It's just a nickname," I said, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance.

His grip on my shoulder tightened again, and I couldn't help but let out a sharp intake of breath. He seemed to take pleasure in my pain, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep up my seductive façade.

"Why did you come to my club?" he pressed, his voice insistent.

"I already told you, it was for a little adventure, a thrill," I replied, my voice strained as I tried to maintain my composure.

Seungcheol seemed unsatisfied with my answer, but before he could press further, one of his gang members entered the room and whispered something into his ear.

He turned away from me for a moment, and I took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths, trying to quell the pain in my shoulder.

When he turned back to me, his expression had softened slightly, but the wariness was still present in his eyes.
"This conversation isn't over," he warned, his voice a low growl. "I will find out the truth, one way or another."

I nodded, not daring to challenge his threat. As he left the room, I slumped back against the headboard, my shoulder throbbing with pain. The dangerous game I was playing had escalated to a whole new level, and I knew that navigating the treacherous waters of this world would require all the strength and cunning I possessed.