Inferno Hearts | Xu Minghao

28. Dark Intrusions

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"Hey, do you need help?" Nabi's voice cuts through the tense atmosphere as she addresses Keeho. He's in a hurry, hastily packing small bags of substances—drugs, to be exact.

Keeho's movements pause for a moment, his gaze lifting to meet hers. He knows the risks, the challenges, and the potential consequences of his actions.

"Nabi," he starts, his voice a blend of appreciation and caution. "I appreciate the offer, but this is something I have to handle on my own."

Nabi's concern doesn't waver, her determination evident as she steps closer. Her gaze holds his, a mixture of empathy and a desire to understand. "Keeho, I know you're doing this for reasons beyond just yourself," she says gently. "But you don't have to shoulder everything alone."

He hesitates, the weight of his decisions evident in his expression. "Nabi, you're already tangled in this more than I'd like," he admits, his voice carrying a note of regret. "I don't want to drag you deeper."

Her response is a soft smile, a reflection of the resilience she's found within herself. "I'm not afraid, Keeho."

He let out a sigh, the weight of his decision evident in the sound. "Okay, you can help," Keeho finally concedes.

Nabi's determination remains unwavering, her resolve evident as she steps forward. 

Keeho's explanation follows, his instructions clear and direct. "You can start by putting cocaine in small sachets like these," he explains, his words carrying a practical tone. "Here, you weigh them to be exactly 15 grams, and then pack them."

Nabi listens attentively, her focus on his instructions unwavering. Her willingness to learn, to be involved, is a testament to the depth of her commitment to him.

"Let me show you," Keeho continues, stepping closer to demonstrate the process. His movements are precise, his hands deftly handling the materials. He guides her through each step, his voice measured as he explains the intricacies.

Nabi watches closely, absorbing the details as she follows his lead. Her fingers mimic his actions, her determination evident in the way she approaches the task.

"Okay, got it!" Nabi responds, her determination evident in her words. She's ready to contribute in whatever way she can, recognizing that her assistance is a reflection of the support he's given her.

Keeho's gaze softens, his appreciation clear as he looks at her. "At least that's all I can do because you helped me," she adds, her voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and a desire to reciprocate.

His response is swift and sincere, his words carrying a touch of earnestness. "Hey, I didn't help you to ask for something in return, Nabi," he states firmly, his gaze unwavering. "I help you because you are my friend."

Nabi's eyes meet his, her expression reflecting both surprise and a warm acknowledgment. She's touched by his honesty, his willingness to lend a hand without expectation.

A hint of vulnerability creeps into his tone as he continues, his voice carrying a note of confession. "You were with me when my parents kicked me out—only you."

His words hang in the air, a moment of honesty that lays bare the depth of their connection. 

"Can you do it tonight?" Keeho's question hangs in the air, his gaze focused on Nabi. There's a sense of urgency in his words, a reflection of the circumstances they find themselves in.