Play With Fire | Choi Seungcheol FF

7.

As Yn slowly regained consciousness, she felt disoriented and weak. The events of the past hours flooded back, and she realized she was still in the luxurious grey room of the Seventeen gang's mansion. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

As her vision cleared, she saw the concerned faces of the members of Seventeen gathered around her. Mingyu, Jeonghan, Joshua, Hoshi, and the others were all there, their expressions a mix of relief and worry.

"You're awake," Jeonghan said, his voice gentle. "How are you feeling?"

Yn tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and scratchy. "I... I'm okay," she managed to say, her voice weak.

Joshua brought a glass of water and helped her sit up, supporting her back with a pillow. "Here, drink some water," he said, his caring demeanor surprising Yn once again.

As she sipped the water, Mingyu chimed in, "You had us worried there for a moment. How are you feeling now?"

Yn mustered a small smile, grateful for their care and concern. "I'm still in pain, but... I'm better," she replied honestly.

Seungcheol, who had been standing at a distance, silently observing, finally approached Yn. His expression was hard to read, a mix of guardedness and something else that Yn couldn't quite decipher.

"You should rest," he said, his voice gruff but with an underlying hint of concern.

Yn nodded, feeling the exhaustion starting to overwhelm her again. "Thank you," she said softly, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment.

Seungcheol's jaw clenched, and he looked away, seemingly unable to hold her gaze. "Don't mistake this for anything other than ensuring you recover," he replied, his tone defensive.

Yn didn't know what to make of his response, but she couldn't deny that she had seen glimpses of a different side to him amidst the anger and ruthlessness. There was a complexity to Seungcheol that intrigued and unnerved her at the same time.

As the members of Seventeen continued to watch over her, Yn allowed herself to drift back to sleep....

Next morning:

As Yn woke up the next day, her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Seungcheol sleeping peacefully beside her.
His usually stern and imposing demeanor seemed softened in slumber, and she couldn't help but find his cute side endearing.

She found herself staring at his face, admiring the features that were usually masked by his intimidating aura. For a moment, she forgot about the dangerous game they were entangled in and allowed herself to appreciate the unexpected glimpse of vulnerability in the leader of the Seventeen gang.

As she tried to shift her gaze away, Seungcheol stirred and slowly opened his eyes, finding Yn watching him.
He quickly composed himself, his usual cool facade returning as he sat up.

"Morning," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind.

"Morning," Yn replied, offering a small smile that she couldn't quite contain.

Seungcheol's lips quirked into a half-smile, and Yn couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves. She was used to playing the role of a seductress, but being in such close proximity to Seungcheol made her feel oddly shy and self-conscious.

He seemed to notice her discomfort and, without hesitation, suggested that she should bathe. "You should freshen up," he said matter-of-factly. "It'll make you feel better."

Yn felt a blush rise to her cheeks, and she hesitated. "I-I can do it myself," she stammered, trying to regain her composure.

But Seungcheol was having none of it. "Don't be ridiculous," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'll help you. It's the least I can do after everything that happened."

Before Yn could protest further, Seungcheol guided her to the bathroom. The luxurious space seemed foreign to her, a stark contrast to the world she was accustomed to operating in.

As she stood before the bathtub, still feeling shy and awkward, Seungcheol's teasing nature emerged. "What's the matter? Never had someone bathe you before?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Yn rolled her eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Of course not," she retorted, though the truth was that she had never experienced anything like this before.

his touch surprisingly gentle as he helped Yn undress and get into the warm water. As he poured water over her, she couldn't help but feel a mix of vulnerability and a strange sense of intimacy...

As Yn sat in the warm water of the bathtub, she felt Seungcheol's presence behind her as he joined her in the tub. Her heart skipped a beat as his chest lightly pressed against her back. She could feel the heat of his body, and it sent a rush of mixed emotions through her.

Seungcheol's touch was firm and commanding, yet strangely intimate. Every stroke of his fingers on her skin was intimidating, making her heart race even more. Despite the situation, she couldn't deny the underlying sense of connection she felt with him, which only added to the complexity of her feelings.

"You're blushing," Seungcheol remarked, his voice low and teasing. "Didn't expect this, did you?"

His voice was low and husky as he asked about her background, trying to maintain a sense of control even in this intimate situation. Yn hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of his gaze on her, but she knew she couldn't keep her secrets forever.

"You have a lot of secrets, don't you?" he mused, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her skin

"I do," Yn admitted, feeling a mix of vulnerability and trust building between them. "But I promise, my actions weren't meant to cause any harm."

Seungcheol leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I'll find out the truth, Yn. And when I do, you better be ready to face the consequences."

Despite his threat, Yn couldn't help but sense a glimmer of something else in his tone—maybe a hint of curiosity or even concern. It was as if he was torn between his anger and the growing connection he felt with her.

The playful banter continued as he carefully washed her hair and body, his touch leaving her feeling surprisingly cared for.

As Yn relaxed in the warm water, she couldn't help but wonder about the complexities of the man before her. Seungcheol was more than just a ruthless leader; he was also capable of moments of surprising tenderness and playfulness.

As they finished bathing, Yn couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Seungcheol's teasing and playful nature had momentarily softened the tense atmosphere, leaving her feeling strangely at ease in this world of shadows and secrets.

As Seungcheol gently wrapped Yn in a soft towel, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of vulnerability and comfort. His actions were both unexpected and surprisingly caring, making her question the enigma that was the ruthless mafia leader.

He led her back to his room, a sense of protectiveness emanating from him as he carefully dried her hair. The tenderness of his touch was in stark contrast to the dangerous and intimidating figure she had known him to be.

Once her hair was dry, Seungcheol handed her another shirt of his to wear. Yn's hand was still injured, and she struggled to put it on herself. Seungcheol noticed her difficulty and stepped in, helping her to slip the shirt on with a gentleness she had not anticipated.

As he adjusted the shirt for her, their eyes met, and Yn couldn't help but see a flicker of emotion in his gaze. The anger and sternness that had defined him seemed momentarily softened, replaced by a complexity that both intrigued and puzzled her.

"Thank you," she murmured, grateful for his unexpected care even amidst the dangerous circumstances.

Seungcheol's lips curved into a small smile, though it quickly vanished as he regained his stoic demeanor. "Don't misunderstand," he said, his voice firm. "This.doesn't.change.anything"
Yn nodded, understanding that his trust was not easily given. "I know," she replied, her voice tinged with resignation.

He stepped back, putting some distance between them, as if to reassert the boundaries that existed between them. Yn couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, but she knew that this was the reality of their situation.