my favorite stalker | heehoon

i can't let you go

Heeseung's heart ached at Sunghoon's words, filled with desperation and a misguided sense of love.

He could see the pain in Sunghoon's eyes, a man torn between his longing and his actions.

Heeseung sighed, his own resolve hardening.
"You have to, Sunghoon.."

Sunghoon's eyes pleaded with Heeseung, searching for a sign that he could still hold onto the twisted bond they had.
"But... I can't lose you. Not to Jake, not to anyone."

Heeseung shook his head, his voice firm but gentle.
"You never had me to lose me. Not like this."

Sunghoon seemed smaller, diminished by the weight of his own actions.

Heeseung's relief was short-lived.

In the blink of an eye, Sunghoon's expression shifted from remorseful to desperate.

Before Heeseung could react, Sunghoon's hands were around his throat, pushing him down onto the sofa.

"I can't let you go," Sunghoon sobbed, his voice raw with emotion.
"I'm sorry, Heeseung, I can't."

Panic surged through Heeseung as he struggled against Sunghoon's grip.

His fingers clawed at Sunghoon's hands, desperately trying to pry them away.

He could feel the strength in Sunghoon's hold, a terrifying contrast to the vulnerability he had just witnessed.

"Sunghoon," Heeseung gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "Please... stop..."

But Sunghoon's grip only tightened.

Heeseung's vision started to blur, dark spots dancing at the edges of his sight.

His lungs screamed for air, his strength waning with each passing second.

The room seemed to close in around him, the once familiar surroundings now distorted and distant.

Heeseung's movements grew weaker, his body betraying him as he continued to fight for breath.

He could see the tears streaming down Sunghoon's face, the anguish in his eyes, but it did nothing to lessen the pressure on his throat.

With a final, desperate effort, Heeseung's hands fell away, his vision going completely dark.

When Heeseung's body went limp, Sunghoon's sobs grew louder.

He loosened his grip, his hands shaking as he realized what he had done.

He gathered Heeseung's unconscious form into his arms, holding him close as if trying to offer a silent apology for his actions.

Sunghoon carried Heeseung out of the apartment, his steps unsteady but determined.

The early morning sun cast long shadows on the empty streets as he made his way to his car.

He gently placed Heeseung in the back seat, arranging him as comfortably as possible given the circumstances.

With one last, lingering look at Heeseung's still form, Sunghoon climbed into the driver's seat.

He started the car, his mind racing as he drove away from the apartment, the cityscape blurring past.

Sunghoon's house, isolated and quiet, felt like a world away from the bustling city.

He parked the car in the driveway, glancing back at Heeseung to make sure he was still breathing.

Satisfied that he was, Sunghoon got out and hurried to the back seat, carefully lifting Heeseung into his arms once more.