Heeseung's POV
The day had been an unrelenting cascade of challenges, each encounter with the outside world intensifying the throbbing pain in my neck. Returning home was supposed to bring respite, but the weariness persisted as I stepped into my mansion. My body ached, not just from the day's physical exertions, but from the emotional turmoil that had become a relentless companion.
Stripping away my tailored suit, I stood before the mirror, the harsh truth of the day reflected in the contusions and stitches. Carefully, I peeled back the bandage from my neck, a wince accompanying the revelation of the stitches holding together the aftermath of Sunoo's attack.
The alcohol, my reluctant ally in such moments, stung as it touched the open wounds, a cruel reminder of the vulnerability beneath my seemingly unyielding exterior.
My shoulder bore another mark, a testament to the battle waged, both physical and emotional. As I tended to the wounds, a tear escaped, I couldn't just pretend I'm tough even if I'm alone. The room, usually a haven, felt cold and distant, the weight of my existence pressing down upon me.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, exhaustion threatened to consume me. Physical injuries heal, but the wounds inflicted upon the soul, particularly by someone as defiant as Sunoo, festered like an unattended wound. The cycle of rebellion and dominance had left me grappling not only with Sunoo but with the very essence of who I was.
The journey to Sunoo's room seemed like a journey of self-discovery. Anticipation mingled with agitation as I crossed the threshold, fully aware of the tempest waiting within. Sunoo's anger, a palpable force, met my entrance, and I raised a hand, a feeble attempt to ward off the storm.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Sun," I stated, the weariness evident in my voice. The room crackled with tension, an invisible barrier erected by the pain we'd inflicted on each other.
Sunoo's gaze held a mix of defiance and skepticism. Trust, a commodity we'd squandered in our tumultuous dance, hung in the balance. I needed to speak, to reveal the vulnerability that lingered beneath the veneer of control.
"I need to say something, and I need you to believe me," I pleaded, my eyes locking with Sunoo's, searching for a glimpse of understanding.
The confession spilled forth, the admission of exhaustion and a desperate yearning for a love that had eluded me. I took a chair and sat down beside Sunoo's bed, letting my guard down. "Look, I'm really, really tired of us hurting each other. All I want is love, and... you seem to be the perfect person to give it to me."
My voice, normally resolute, carried a vulnerability rarely exposed. I confessed my love, a sentiment rarely uttered and often overshadowed by the chaos of our existence. "I really love you, Sunoo. I mean it. I... I really do. Just please, give me a chance and I'll do anything just to show you that I genuinely love you."
Sunoo's response was a bitter acknowledgment of our harsh reality. "You're holding me captive. You're torturing me, physically and emotionally. Why should I give you a chance or even spare you?"
The words hung in the air, a painful reminder of the chasm that separated us. "I'm... sorry," I uttered, the admission heavy with the weight of regret.
The silence that followed was profound, filled with unspoken truths and the echoes of our history. Sunoo's distrust lingered, an extreme force that bridged the distance between us.
"You think an apology erases everything, Heeseung?" Sunoo's voice was edged with fury, each syllable a dagger thrown directly to me.
"No, but I'm trying to make amends," I retorted, my own frustration bubbling to the surface. "I can't change the past, but I can work towards a better future."
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Deadly Devotion | Heesunsun
Fanfiction"In my world, you're forever mine." Sunoo, burdened by family debt, relocates from Busan to Seoul. A businessman offers him work for Lee Heeseung, leading to an unexpected proposal: marriage. Despite initial resistance, Sunoo relents. Little does he...
