3 Works by CyberF0x
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Out of all of the members, Jeongin is the weakest fighter.
Not that he’s bad, far from it. He’s just got the least experience of them all, preferring to do damage with his computer than with his fists. It’s why everyone is always the most protective of him.
Or at least, that's what Seungmin tells himself when his stomach drops as Jeongin narrowly avoids a fist to the face.
He takes down the man who went for the punch, managing to knock him unconscious.
Another guy swings a baton, which Jeongin dodges, using the man’s momentum to pull his arm through and yank it backwards. Seungmin can almost hear the crack it makes, but the man doesn’t give up. He whips around, forcing Jeongin to duck his other arm as he does so.
But Jeongin is so focused on that guy, he hasn’t noticed the third circling behind him, edging towards him with a knife in his hand.
Seungmin doesn’t hesitate. He takes aim and pulls his trigger.
And misses.
Series
- Part 2 of Life as a Low-Key Gang
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"Minho, we've talked about this. You can't just go around shooting at people who eat your food."
Jisung gets a brief reprieve from the weight of those dark eyes on his face when they narrow and turn their focus to Chan.
"I think we all know I can, and I will continue to do so until people stop eating my food."
"It was an accident, I didn't know it was yours!" Jisung squeaks.
"Of course you didn't, jagi."
Series
- Part 1 of Life as a Low-Key Gang
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“Now that’s all sorted, we can begin.” The man says.
Minho shifts in his chair a little, preparing himself. The tapping of computer keys echo in the room. He takes stock of what he knows. There’s something strapped to his chest, neck and wrist, and whatever is clamped on his finger, but nothing else is happening. He realises with mounting horror that this isn’t some sort of torture device.
It’s a heart rate monitor.
He curses his luck. A heart rate monitor isn’t exactly a lie detector, but it’s a damned good machine to use if you want to see what gets people riled up or nervous so that you know where to push and what’s not important.
More importantly, no amount of controlling his body language will mask his heartbeat.
Fuck.