Play With Fire | Choi Seungcheol FF

5.

In the meeting room....

In the dimly lit meeting room of the mansion, the members of Seventeen gathered, frustration and confusion evident on their faces. Seungcheol, still seething with anger, took his seat at the head of the table, and the other members followed suit.

Jeonghan furrowed his brow, his mind racing with thoughts. "Something doesn't add up," he said, breaking the silence.
"Why would she claim such strange things when we asked about her background?"

Mingyu nodded in agreement, his mind also trying to make sense of the situation.
"And the fact that Woozi shot her, and she didn't even flinch or react like a normal person would..." he trailed off, uncertainty etched on his face.

Dino, the youngest member, looked thoughtful.
"Maybe she's trained to withstand pain?" he suggested. "Like a secret agent or something?"

Woozi chimed in, "But why would a secret agent be at our club? It doesn't make sense."

Seungcheol leaned back in his chair, the frustration evident in his eyes.
"We need to get to the bottom of this," he said, his voice determined.
"We can't afford to underestimate her or her intentions."

Minghao, known for his sharp instincts, spoke up.
"Maybe we should gather all the information we can about her. Dig into her background, her connections, anything that might give us a clue."

The members nodded in agreement, and they divided the tasks amongst themselves. Joshua and Jun would focus on gathering any information they could find online, while Wonwoo and Vernon would reach out to their underworld contacts for any leads.

Seungkwan and Hoshi would review security footage from the club to see if they could catch any suspicious behavior. DK and Minghao would search for any connections she might have to rival gangs or organizations.

As the members dispersed to carry out their assigned tasks, Woozi remained deep in thought. He had shot the girl to test her reactions, and her lack of response had only deepened the mystery surrounding her.

-yn's pov-

As I lay in that room, my body wracked with pain, I felt like I was drowning in darkness. The hours had stretched on, and the pain seemed unbearable. I longed for water to quench my thirst, but I was too weak to move, too afraid of what the consequences might be.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I couldn't remember the last time I had cried. The pain and the uncertainty of my situation overwhelmed me, and I felt utterly helpless.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the door to the room creaked open, and Dino stepped inside. His young face wore a mixture of concern and sadness as he approached me cautiously.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with compassion.

I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry and hoarse. All I could manage was a weak nod, and I wiped away the tears from my eyes.

Dino's expression softened further, and he quickly went to fetch a glass of water. He held it to my lips, helping me take small sips, and the cool liquid felt like a lifeline, easing some of the pain and discomfort.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "I know this must be really tough for you."

I managed a small smile, grateful for his kindness amidst the darkness that surrounded me. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Dino looked around nervously, as if checking if anyone else was around. "I know we're supposed to treat you like an enemy," he admitted,
"but I can't help but feel bad for you."

I was taken aback by his honesty, surprised to see a different side to one of the members of this ruthless gang.
"You don't have to feel bad for me," I replied, my voice weak but genuine.

He sat down beside me, his eyes filled with a mix of empathy and conflict.
"I don't know who you are or what you're doing here," he said, "but I can't help but see you as a person, not just an enemy."

I nodded, touched by his words. In this dangerous world of shadows and secrets, Dino's compassion was like a flicker of light, a reminder that humanity could still exist amidst the darkness.

"I don't know what's going to happen to me," I admitted, tears welling up again...

Dino gave me a sad smile.....And left the room.

Time skip~

After about an hour :

As Seungcheol entered the room, his anger still evident in his eyes, I braced myself for his presence. But to my surprise, he approached me with a hint of concern in his expression. I tried to move, to sit up, but the pain in my body was too overwhelming, and I winced.

"You look pathetic," he remarked, his voice laced with irritation. "Can't even get up, huh?"

I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure despite the pain. "I... I need to use the toilet," I managed to say, my voice shaky.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, but surprisingly, he extended a hand to help me sit up. "Fine, let's get this over with," he grumbled.

With his support, I managed to sit up, and he carefully helped me to my feet, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle. Despite his anger and rough exterior, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of appreciation for his assistance.

"Lean on me," he said, and I complied, using him as support to walk to the bathroom. The walk was slow and painful, but I couldn't deny the relief of finally being able to use the toilet.

When we returned to the room, Seungcheol seemed to hesitate for a moment before he spoke again. "Your clothes are a mess," he said, eyeing my torn and bloodied attire.

Before I could react, he reached for his shirt and held it out to me.
"Wear this," he said gruffly. "I can't have you half-naked."

I blinked in surprise, taken aback by his gesture. But the pain and my vulnerability overrode any reservations I might have had. With his help, I managed to change into his shirt, grateful for the small comfort it provided.

As I settled back onto the bed, Seungcheol's expression hardened again. "Don't think this changes anything," he warned, his voice stern.
"You're still under our watch, and I won't hesitate to deal with you if you try anything."

I nodded, not daring to challenge his warning. The dangerous dance of deception and darkness continued, and I knew that his offer of a shirt didn't mean that I had gained his trust.
In this world of shadows and secrets, trust was a rare commodity, and I had to tread carefully.

Time skip:

The members reconvened after hours of research and investigation, bringing all the information they had gathered to the table.

Seungcheol nodded at the group. "Let's piece together everything we know," he said, determination in his voice. "We need to figure out who she is and why she's here."

As they went through the information, a clearer picture started to emerge. There were no records of her under the name she had given, and any attempts to trace her background led to dead ends.

"She's a ghost," Vernon remarked, frustration evident in his tone.
"No traces, no history. It's like she doesn't exist."

The others nodded, realizing the enormity of the challenge they were facing. But they refused to give up, determined to uncover the truth.

Seungcheol leaned forward, his gaze focused. "We need to keep a close eye on her, Monitor her every move, follow her discreetly. We can't afford to let her slip away."  he said, his voice serious.

The members nodded, knowing that their survival and safety depended on their vigilance. They would need to be one step ahead, always anticipating her next move.

In this dangerous world of shadows and secrets, the allure of danger and the enigma of the mysterious girl had become entwined with the dangerous attraction that she held over Seungcheol and the rest of the gang.