Deadly Devotion | Heesunsun

Chapter 36 | S1: Only One Succeeds

Heeseung's POV

Sunoo spoke, his voice trembled as he pleaded with me, "Heeseung, please, stop this madness. Enough is enough."

In anger, my hand wrapped around Sunoo's neck. My grip on his throat tightened, a mixture of anger and desperation welling up inside me.

"It had stopped," I countered, my anger boiling over. "But then you, Sunoo, you started this madness. If it weren't for your actions and your sneaky schemes, I wouldn't have been pushed to these extreme measures. You've endangered your precious friends."

My fingers constricted around his throat, and I could see the fear in his eyes, but I couldn't relent. "Tomorrow morning, 3 am," I hissed, my voice low and threatening. "We'll leave this place, and you will act normally in front of your parents, or I'll follow through on my threat. Your parents will meet the same fate as your friends."

"You won't Heeseung, you wouldn't." Sunoo's resistance only fueled my frustration. As much as I loved him, I couldn't let him endanger my position any further. I needed to maintain control.

"Maybe I won't, but my ego will." I said, my hand letting go of his throat and I let him walk his bike as I followed behind. "Do anything fucking stupid and you'll see the consequences." I whispered behind his ears, acting as if we were a clingy couple in front of people we passed by.

We arrived home late in the evening, and his mother's questioning gaze bore into me as we stepped through the door. "It's so late now, where were you two?" She asked.

I was anxious, waiting to see if Sunoo could maintain the act. With an air of casual indifference, Sunoo spoke "We had lost track of time mom, sorry." and nothing more was said. His mother accepted it, and I sighed with relief.

Once in Sunoo's room, I turned to him, a cruel smile tugging at my lips. "Good job," I said, though the praise was laced with a sinister undertone.

Sunoo was putting on a brave face for me, but I could see the turmoil in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, Sun," I reminded him, my voice a low, ominous whisper. "You'll be my loyal wife and servant again. Aren't you excited?" I laughed, knowing the answer based on his expression.

As I lay in bed, I saw him crying quietly, perched on the edge of the bed. His tears were a testament to the price he was paying for his audacity. My heart was a complex battleground of emotions, torn between love and power. And as Sunoo sobbed silently, I couldn't help but feel a surge of control and satisfaction.

Sunghoon's POV

I couldn't help but wonder how Heeseung had recruited Niki at such a young age, a boy who seemed too innocent for the world he had been thrust into. "How the hell did you end up in Heeseung's game?" I asked.

Niki held his katana close, began to recount his story. "Heeseung... he saved me," he began, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and defiance. "He... He killed my family because of debt, but he spared me. He saw something in me. He offered me a way out, a life far from the abuse and injustice I was suffering in my family."

I was taken aback, not expecting such a dark and disturbing revelation. It was a cruel irony, Heeseung, a figure who inflicted pain upon others, had been Niki's savior in a twisted sense.

"But what he's doing is wrong," I protested, my voice heavy with doubt and concern.

Niki's eyes flashed with anger. "Wrong? Sunghoon, you don't fucking understand. What's wrong is the world we live in. I've seen the darkest parts of humanity, the cruelty and indifference. There is no justice, no God to save us. My god, now, is Heeseung. He's the only one who has ever shown me mercy."