UNWANTED SCARS. | sunsun

[04] "meow."

sunghoon focus
[at the same time as previous chapter]
seoul, on the way to gang residence

his hands moved up and down to the rhythm of the jazz music piece thay was playing on the radio in the truck to clean the blood-stained knife with a old rag.

charmingly, he moved his hips to the music and whistled the melody before folding the — now dirty— rag neatly and gently putting it in his pocket. grinning, he stretched his upper body and groaned contentedly.

"hey, watch out!! i'm driving, so stop blocking my view with your disgusting hands, hoon." lee heeseung said, hitting sunghoon's arm before he put his foot on the gas.

ignoring heeseung's request as if it were some useless chatter, sunghoon carefully rolled his eyes, hoping that heeseung didn't notice his movement, which unfortunately, the driver did.

"mmm, ah right," sunghoon sat up straight trying to change the topic.

he turned his head to heeseung and after a while of waiting, turned down the music and watched the number drop to 15 with patience.

clearing his throat he finally started, "what made you come back to south korea and suddenly do this kind of work again? the group split up a while ago, and you were the last person i thought would show up again— especially after you gave us a whole attitude and rant about how we should leave too.. did the lee heeseung miss us?"

"nonsense," replied the older guy coolly. eyes not leaving the road in front of him.
as he took a turn left, they entered a tunnel that blocked all the view of the sun and sky as dimmed orange lights filled the car through the windows. the radio signal slowly became weaker and the music cut off.

sunghoon fell back in his seat and sighed in disappointment. "seriously, nonsense is all you're going to say after unexpectedly showing up like that? i should've known."

a grunt left his mouth after hitting his foot while trying to cross his leg in the cramped truck, like a child, as if he hadn't just fought and killed a good amount of people.

"you really think you have been able to handle that chaos if i weren't there? you don't sleep, you started taking drugs, came back to smoking— what else.. you're running from club to club.. showing up to the fight drunk as hell, are you even in your right mind!?" heeseung ran his hand over his face in frustration, recalling the sight of sunghoon from a few hours ago. the turns he took have become much sharper than before.

"but i could've been able to handle it on my own. i've been in this shit for years, a bit of alcohol doesn't hurt. besides, i'm not a little kid like back then anymore, stop overthinking over useless stuff."

"..it was jake who called me."

"what?"

"you wanted to know why i'm back, right? there you go," heeseung shared. "he was basically begging me to come back while he's gone, to check on you.. and hell, he was right; you need to think before you do something, sunghoon. even now you still reek of alcohol and sex. just where have you been, what are you doing with your life, huh? do you seriously think you can just do whatever now, since—"

"sorry."

as the truck exited the tunnel, the radio reconnected to the signal and filled the car with classical music, making the situation lowkey even more awkward as heeseung remained silent after sunghoon's brief and, to many, seemingly frivolous apology. and he decided to stay quiet for a while longer.