UNTAMED DESIRES | SVT | JEONGCHEOL

4 - Darkside

<Choi Mansion>

Jeonghan pushed open the door of Seungcheol's room and walked in while shutting the door behind himself.

His eyes darted to Seungcheol, sitting in the middle of the bed, quivering slightly as he looked like he was previously drenched in water.

He was looking down on the bed, his right wrist still handcuffed. A faint trail of blood was visible on his arms, neck and lips.

"Mr. Choi!" Jeonghan rushed to him, his hands instinctively holding his shoulders, "What's all this?"

Seungcheol swatted his hand away, "Did you report those bruises and all?"

"Mr.-"

"Yes or no?"

"Yes."

"WHY?!" Seungcheol snapped his head towards the younger, "Didn't I ask you to not to?! Then why did you do it?!!"

Jeonghan was taken aback for a moment, "Because it's not fine. It's not supposed to happen. It was meant to be reported and-"

"Dr. Yoon!" Seungcheol intervened, "Didn't I already tell you that nothing happens according to what you think. At least not here."

"Why?" Jeonghan frowned, "That's what I'm asking right? Why? Why aren't you telling me?"

"Because I can't." Seungcheol stated.

"Which means there is definitely something that's hidden?" Jeonghan scrunched his brows.

"Dr. Yoon, I'm requesting you once again, stay out of this." Seungcheol warned, "Stay. Fucking. OUT."

"And what if I don't?" Jeonghan asked.

"Then go die or something, I don't care if you're ready to do so." Seungcheol rolled his eyes, his patience long lost.

"I'll find out what's going on in here." Jeonghan confidentally stated, "Definitely."

Seungcheol chuckled bitterly, "Would love to see the drama you'll bring."

Jeonghan ignored his taunts as he picked up a first aid box. He took a cotton swab and dipped it in the fluid to cleanse the fresh wounds on Seungcheol's neck.

Seungcheol was quick to hold his wrist, "Don't."

"It needs to be treated." Jeonghan retorted.

"No." Seungcheol nodded as their faces were mere inches apart, "First, how many of them are you going to treat? Second, they don't even hurt anymore."

"Don't talk like that, Mr. Choi." Jeonghan wriggled his wrist in Seungcheol's hold, "I'll treat them and make sure to find out the cause of this to stop all of this."

Seungcheol laughed as he tightened his grip on the younger's wrist, "You tried already, didn't you? What happened? Dr. Yoon, the more you'll try to stop this, the more intense they'll get. What's the point?"

"If you really claim to be that innocent in this case." Jeonghan paused, "Why have you given up?"

Seungcheol pulled Jeonghan closer to himself, never leaving his wrist, "You've seen my bruises, haven't you? My right hand is always cuffed. Even stray animals are treated better. How am I supposed to not give up?"

"I can see that." Jeonghan muttered, "But giving up won't fix anything."

Seungcheol spoke in a cynical tone, "Giving up might not fix anything, but at least it spares me from false hopes and shattered expectations."

"I know you don't trust me, Mr. Choi." Jeonghan nodded, "But at least talk it out. Only then I can proceed to help you."

"And what happens after that?" Seungcheol spared the younger's wrist, "You use your stupid methods to get me into more trouble. Why can't you understand this fact that this place is not what you think?!"