Heartless || Choi Beomgyu [✓]

7 ~ Iffy

Soobin looked way too calm for Heeseung's liking. He intended for him to be at least a little intimidated, but he acted as though he was more bored than anything. He sat in the foldable black metal chair as if it were a classroom chair, lacking any sense of interest.

"This is a nice place you got here."

Soobin said while nodding his head. He looked around the room, as though he were charmed by the way the yellow light bulb seemed to emit a greenish glow. He also noted that there was mold growing in the corners of the musty area.

"You know what I want to talk to you about."

Soobin sighed at Heeseung.

"She belongs with us and you know it. Her mother was one of us."

"Her mother is dead. She belongs with her father now."

"Her father doesn't care about what she wants."

"Niether do you!"

Heeseung yelled at Soobin.

He didn't care about marrying Y/n for the sake of marrying her. He only needed to do it so she had no choice but to stay in Enhypen, because of a binding marriage. This was only because Jeongyoo wanted his daughter to stay with him.

Heeseung rubbed his forehead tiredly while sighing.

"Look, I came here as separate from Enhypen. I wanted to deal with this more peacefully. I'm being lenient here."

Soobin smirked at his comment.

"No, you're not."

He said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"If you and your friend both want something, you might let them have it, you might share it, or you might be offered it by your friend.

But, it's different when it's not your friend."

The glass of the light bulb chinked quietly above them. It was a moth charging at it again and again, not registering the fact that it was too weak to break the glass.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Soobin placed his hand on his chin, appearing thoughtful. He was only trying to build suspense until he gave his simple answer.

"We let her decide."

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Y/n woke up quietly and peacefully.

The room was mostly dark, aside from the small slit of moonlight that managed to squeeze between the slightly parted curtains against the window.

Although she still felt tired, she tried to stay awake for the sake of analysing her surroundings.

There was a quiet beeping from beside her, which she assumed was representing her heartbeat.

The scent of a strong ointment type of smell filled her nose, making her grimace slightly.