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I'm Not Afraid of You

I'm Not Afraid of You

The night hung heavy over the city, thick with fog and the distant hum of traffic. Neon signs flickered across puddles in the streets, casting fractured reflections on cracked asphalt. Seungmin walked steadily, eyes sharp, body coiled, aware of every whisper, every shadow, every possible movement in the alleyways ahead.

He had been tracking these rivals for weeks—groups who had been encroaching on Stray Kids' territory, spreading rumors, and causing chaos. Usually, Seungmin was methodical, calculating, preferring intelligence and strategy to confrontation. But tonight... tonight he had no choice.

The alley opened up, dimly lit by a single flickering streetlamp. Figures emerged from the shadows, three of them, grinning like predators who knew they had the upper hand.

"Well, well... look who decided to show up," the tallest one sneered, cracking his knuckles. "Thought you'd stay hidden this time?"

Seungmin's jaw tightened. "I'm not afraid of you," he said, voice steady, low, carrying an edge they hadn't expected.

The tallest man laughed, a harsh, grating sound that echoed off the walls. "Not afraid? You should be. You're alone."

Seungmin's hands clenched into fists. He wasn't alone—he had his team backing him, even if they weren't here physically. He could feel their presence in his confidence, in his resolve.

"You don't intimidate me," he said, stepping forward, posture straight, shoulders squared. "I've faced worse than you."

The rivals exchanged a look, amusement fading slightly, replaced with curiosity and irritation. They circled him, knives glinting in the dim light, eyes hungry for a fight.

Seungmin didn't flinch. He had prepared for this. Every movement, every word, every breath was part of a strategy. He let them come closer, baiting them, watching their movements, analyzing weaknesses.

The first one lunged, knife aimed for his side. Seungmin sidestepped smoothly, barely moving, letting the blade slice through air. He grabbed the attacker's wrist, twisting it sharply, forcing the knife to clatter against the concrete.

The second opponent charged, swinging wildly. Seungmin ducked and rolled, using the momentum to kick the attacker off balance. His movements were precise, trained, efficient. He wasn't just defending—he was controlling the fight, turning their aggression against them.

"You think you can scare me?" Seungmin said, voice calm but deadly. "You're nothing to me."

The third rival hesitated, sensing that the confident youth before them wasn't ordinary. Seungmin's eyes never left theirs, analyzing, calculating. He feinted left, then spun right, striking the first attacker's side with a sharp jab. The second staggered, and the third's knife arm got caught in the momentum of Seungmin's movement, disarming him.

Within moments, all three were on the ground, bruised and struggling to recover. Seungmin stood over them, breathing steady, calm, unshaken despite the adrenaline coursing through his body.

"I said it before, and I'll say it again," Seungmin said, tone razor-sharp. "I'm not afraid of you. And you're not worth my fear."

One of the rivals tried to rise again, defiance in his eyes. Seungmin's gaze locked onto him, unyielding. With a swift motion, he kicked the knife away, sending it skidding across the wet asphalt.

"You've had your fun," Seungmin said, voice low, almost a growl. "Now get out. And don't come back."

The rivals glanced at each other, realizing this wasn't just bravado. This was skill, confidence, and unshakable resolve. Slowly, carefully, they retreated, limping into the shadows, nursing bruises and pride alike.

Seungmin lowered himself to the wet ground, brushing rain-soaked hair from his face. He exhaled, letting tension slide off his shoulders. The city was quiet again, but the echoes of the confrontation lingered in the damp alley.

Minutes later, the Stray Kids team arrived, alerted by Seungmin's prearranged signal. Changbin, Bang Chan, Hyunjin, Felix, I.N., and even Minho, who had recovered from previous threats, surrounded him, eyes scanning for any remaining danger.

"You okay?" Changbin asked, crouching beside him.

"I'm fine," Seungmin replied, voice calm, almost understated, though exhaustion was creeping in. "They're gone."

Bang Chan placed a hand on his shoulder. "You handled that well. But remember—you don't have to face everything alone. We've got your back."

Seungmin allowed a small smile, feeling the reassurance of the team. "I know," he said softly. "But tonight, I needed to do this."

The city continued to hum outside, indifferent to the battle fought in the alley. Neon lights reflected in puddles, flickering over bruised concrete. Seungmin stood, brushing rain off his clothes, eyes sharp once more. The danger hadn't vanished—it had only retreated—but he had proven something to himself.

Fear could be controlled. Courage wasn't the absence of fear—it was standing firm despite it. And in that moment, standing in the rain-soaked alley, surrounded by the team who trusted him, Seungmin felt stronger than ever.

Even in the face of threats, rivals, and the constant pull of danger, he was unshaken.

"I'm not afraid of you," he whispered to the shadows, letting it echo, letting it linger. And for once, the city felt like it was listening.