Triggering You | Moon Baek [Trigger] x Reader

When We Touch (part 2) 🔥

His expression hardened, jaw ticking once. He gave the detective a slow, cold skimmed glance before looking away, scoffing under his breath. "What the hell was that about?" he muttered, turning to you with a raised brow. You had no answer, Moon shrugged, pretending not to care but the faint storm in his eyes betrayed him.

Minutes passed in a silence thick enough to choke on. Moon leaned back in his seat, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as if trying to shake off whatever he felt. "The trick is to stay curious," Moon murmured, half to himself. "And we will stay curious." You blurted out, too firmly, as if you could drag him away from making trouble. Moon turned to you slowly. Something softened in him, he then smiled quietly. "So that's your choice," he whispered. "Who are we but our choices?"

He stepped out of the car.

"Moon, wait—"

Moon pointed a finger at you, commanding. "You. Stay here." Then he walked toward the van, he moved with an unsettling confidence, the kind that came with a long familiarity with danger. His shoulders rolled loose and relaxed, but there was a purpose in his steps. A shadow underneath the charming facade he wore around you. He reached the van and without hesitation, he ripped the door open. Even from inside the car you could hear the sharp edge of his voice. Not loud but fatal. The type of tone that made full grown men recoil like children. You watched in stunned disbelief as the men inside, all 7 of them—flinched.

Seven men. Intimidated by him.

He slammed the door shut and walked back toward you, but something about his lace felt intentional, slow enough for you to feel each heartbeat. Then the van doors burts open behind him and the men spilled out, following him. Moon didn't turn. Hell, he didn't even glance their way. He only smirked.

"Fuck." You whispered. "This man is going to get me killed."

You waved frantically from inside the car, slapping the window. "Moon! MOON! Walk faster!" But he chuckled, amused, maddening and slid into the drivers seat like he was stepping into a warm bath instead of a rapidly escalating confrontation.

"What the heck did you do?!" You snapped, grabbing his sleeve. He didn't answer, he didn't even look your way. Moon shifted the gear into drive and waited. He watched the men approached the car like he summoned them willingly. Your panic rose, cracking through your voice. "Do something!" He leaned back, both hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the approaching silhouettes.

The men were awfully close. Close enough that you could see the sharpened suspicion in their eyes, their heavy boots crushing gravel as they closed in on the car like a pack of hungry wolves. Your breath hitched, your fingers clenched the seat. Moon Baek watched them silently, a lazy lift of his brow betrayed a dark spark of excitement beneath the surface. Suddenly, the engine exploded beneath you, roaring to life. The car lunged forward. You yelped as Moon Baek accelerated, straight toward the group of men. They jumped, stumbling back in panic, curses ripping from their throats.

Tires screeched and Moon slammed the brakes just a heartbeat before collision. He turned his head slightly, smirking viciously and without warning he shifted into reverse. The world jerked backward at breakneck speed as you were shoved into your seat. The night blurred into streaks of neon and shadows as Moon Baek rushed his way into the main road.

"Wait—We left Lee Do!" You cried out, twisting in your seat to look behind you.

Moon cut you off with a breath of laughter—light, cocky, and terribly confident. "Don't worry," he said, eyes glinting in wicked delight. "We're not actually leaving." He turned the wheel sharply and the car slid back into the neighbourhood. "The fun is just getting started," he murmured, full of mischief and danger.