Deadly Devotion | Heesunsun

Chapter 38 | S1: Back To Square One

Heeseung's POV

I stepped out of the car, my heart heavy with concern for Niki. The night was silent, save for the rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze. My fingers tapped anxiously on my phone as I tried to reach Niki, but there was no answer. My worry was not for Niki himself, but for the success of his mission.

Worry crept in as I considered the possibility that he might have failed to eliminate Sunghoon and the others. It would be a monumental setback, one that we couldn't afford.

I lit a cigarette, the warm glow of the ember briefly illuminating my tense face. I took a few deep drags, allowing the nicotine to calm my racing thoughts. I needed to be prepared for all possible outcomes.

As I stood there, surrounded by the darkness of the night and the oppressive silence, I contemplated my next moves. My mind raced with strategies and backup plans. If Niki had indeed failed, I had to find another way to deal with Sunghoon and those who dared to challenge us.

After a few moments of deep thought, I flicked the cigarette butt away and returned to the car. I was about to speak, to check on Sunoo, but he was sound asleep. Relief washed over me. I realized that Sunoo was exhausted, physically and emotionally. The events of the night had drained us both, and it was clear that he needed rest.

I sighed, my earlier anxiety now shifting to a mix of emotions, concern for Sunoo's well-being and determination to navigate the treacherous path ahead. "Sunoo..." Gently, I whispered his name, but he didn't stir. He was safe, at least for now, in the solace of sleep.

As I started the car and began the drive, I couldn't help but feel the weight of our choices closing in around us, like the darkness outside. We were both adrift in a sea of uncertainty, each choice we made pushing us further down a perilous path.

Sunoo's POV

I stirred from my slumber to find myself being carried, my body cradled in Heeseung's arms. A sense of disorientation washed over me, and I tried to wriggle free, but he held me gently, his grip reassuring, yet oddly surprising.

"Put me down!" I mumbled, my voice thick with grogginess.

"Stay the fuck still," Heeseung replied, his tone soft but unyielding. He carried me to a bed and laid me down.

I couldn't help but feel anxious as he began to remove my clothes. My heart raced, and in a moment of fear, I struck out with a punch, catching Heeseung off guard. "Don't fucking touch me!" I spat, my voice laced with fear.

Heeseung recoiled, his face etched with hurt and frustration. "Fucking stop!" he scolded, his words laced with irritation. "Your wound, Sunoo! Your fucking wound!"

It was then that I realized my mistake. My heart slowed as I remembered that I had been injured. The pain in my stomach began to throb with newfound intensity. "S-Sorry," I whispered, my gaze lowered. "I thought..."

Heeseung let out a heavy sigh, his anger subsiding "I'll fucking do it once you make a silly-ass mistake again." He went to his drawer and cotton and alcohol, he gently cleaned the wound which made me wince. Then he began to dress it with fresh bandages. His touch was careful, and I couldn't help but notice the tenderness in his movements, which felt almost at odds with the turbulent events of the night.

As he finished attending to my wound, he met my eyes, the usual fire in his gaze now dimmed. I felt a strange mix of emotions, confusion, anger, but also a flicker of something else. Something I couldn't quite put into words. I looked around and saw it was a different house, maybe because the mansion was trashed out, but from the looks of it, this still looks like a mansion.