Deadly Devotion | Heesunsun

The Last Chapter

Heeseung's POV

I stood there, my eyes fixed on the three coffins being lowered into the ground. Sunoo, Jay, Niki. My family. Gone.

The world around me felt muted, as if I was underwater. The priest's words, the soft sobs of the other mourners - it all blended into a dull hum that barely registered.

I closed my eyes, trying to steady myself, but my body betrayed me. I was trembling, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The weight of it all threatened to crush me.

A hand on my shoulder made me flinch. I turned to see San, his eyes filled with concern and shared grief. He didn't say anything. There was nothing to fucking say.

As I watched the coffins disappear into the earth, a finality settled over me. They were really gone. No amount of wishing or bargaining would bring them back. Jay would never crack another joke. Niki would never show off. Sunoo would never smile at me again.

And it was all because of me. Because I dragged them into this life, into my messed-up world.

I gritted my teeth, my jaw tightening as I fought back the tears that threatened to fall. I had no right to cry. Not when I was the reason they were in those boxes.

With one last glance, I threw a rose into each grave. A final goodbye. A silent apology.

The ride back to Mr. White's club was silent. San drove, occasionally glancing at me in the rearview mirror. I stared out the window, watching the world go by without really seeing it.

When we arrived, we made our way down to the familiar room. Mr. White was there, his usual stern expression in place.

"Heeseung, how did it go?" he asked, but his smile faded as he took in my expression.

I couldn't find the words to explain. How do you tell someone that your whole world has ended? That you've lost everything that ever mattered?

He seemed to understand. He took off his hat, holding it to his chest in a gesture of respect.

"Sorry for the troubles I've caused." I managed to say, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. "Thank you for your help."

I turned and left before he could respond. I couldn't bear to see the pity in his eyes.

We drove to a rest house, a quiet place away from the city. As we walked in, San turned to me.

"We'll be outside if you need anything." he said softly. Then he and Taehyun left, closing the door behind them.

I sat on the edge of the bed, the silence of the room pressing in on me. For the first time since it all happened, I was truly alone.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to the empty room. "I'm so fucking sorry..."

But sorry wouldn't bring them back. Nothing would.

I lay down, curling into myself. The emptiness inside me yawned wide, threatening to swallow me whole.

How was I supposed to go on like this? How could I lead when I could barely function? How could I protect anyone when I couldn't even...

My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Fuck. I clenched them into fists, nails digging into my palms. The pain was dull, distant. Just like everything else.

I couldn't stay in this room. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with memories and regrets. Without really thinking about it, I got up and walked out.

San and Taehyun looked up as I passed, but I barely registered their presence. I just kept walking, my feet carrying me away from the rest house, away from the reminders of everything I'd lost.