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Despair - Chapter 22

That night was of restless silence for Sunoo, his thoughts lingering on the apology he never got to give. Heeseung had stormed off from elevator, leaving an unresolved tension hanging heavily between them.

But the evening took an unexpected turn when Heeseung returned much later stumbling through the hallway, drunk and shouting outside Sunoo's apartment, his voice slurred and loud.

“Sunoo! Sunoo, come out!” Heeseung’s voice echoed in the corridor, his words barely coherent. He kept calling out for the Sunoo, his usually composed demeanor shattered by the alcohol coursing through his veins.

Heeseung eventually collapsed against the door, sliding down to the floor mumbling something incoherent before passing out.

Sunoo, who had been anxiously pacing his living room flinched at the sound. His heart clenched, torn between anger and concern.

“What should I do? He couldn't just leave Heeseung there.” After a few moments of hesitation, he opened the door to find Heeseung slumped against it unconscious. Panic shot through him but he quickly gathered himself and called Jay and Jungwon for help.

They helped Sunoo carry Heeseung to his apartment, laid him down gently on the bed, Sunoo's hands trembled slightly as he adjusted Heeseung’s position, making sure he was comfortable. Jay and Jungwon offered to stay but Sunoo shook his head.

“I’ll take care of him. Thanks for helping.” he whispered and they left reluctantly casting one last glance at Heeseung before going back.

The night stretched on as Sunoo devoted himself to caring for Heeseung, who lay oblivious to the world, lost in a drunken slumber.

Sunoo started by changing Heeseung’s clothes carefully unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off, his fingers brushing lightly against the older’s skin. The simple act was enough to send a wave of emotion through Sunoo and his mind raced with thoughts of what had led them to this point.

Heeseung's chest rose and fell steadily, his warm breath slightly tinged with alcohol. Sunoo found a clean shirt and pulled it over Heeseung's head slowly, not wanting to disturb him.

After changing his clothes, he went to the bathroom and soaked a towel in cool water. He sat beside Heeseung, gently wiping his face, tracing the contours of his jaw and cheekbones. The alcohol had flushed Heeseung's face, his features softened by sleep.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” Sunoo whispered, his voice trembled with a mix of frustration and sadness. But there was no answer, only the quiet rise and fall of Heeseung's chest.

He then went to the kitchen to fill a glass of water and came back to the bedroom, he propped Heeseung up slightly and coaxed him to drink, holding the glass to his lips. Heeseung mumbled something unintelligible but obediently took a few sips before sinking back into the pillows.

Sunoo’s gaze wandered around the room, taking in the scattered clothes, the unwashed dishes in the sink and the general disarray. He sighed deciding to clean up while Heeseung slept.

He folded the clothes and placed them in the closet, organized the room, washed the utensils and cleaned the kitchen. It was a way to keep his mind occupied, to avoid thinking too much about the complicated feelings that had been plaguing him.

Hours passed and the night deepened.

Sunoo finally allowed himself to sit down on the sofa while the exhaustion settled into his bones. He glanced at Heeseung, who was still sound asleep and his mind wandered to the nights they had spent together before things became strained.