✮ ⋆ ENHYPEN ˚｡𖦹 ⋆IMAGINES ｡°✩

☆ Killed☆Heeseung ☆

Your late husband was murdered 7 years ago.

For 3 years if felt like you would never move on,until you met Heeseung.

He loved you and cared for you, so you married him. Life was amazing.

He was always there for you, even when he had work; he cooked you amazing meals and did treat you like a princess. You felt so loved.

After years of grief over your late husband, you finally felt love again.

That was until Heeseung started coming home late from work. You thought he was cheating. You couldn't let him do that... It's like love hated you.

So you hired a private investigator.

Every Sunday, you would meet up with the private investigator, and she would tell you many useless things.

Until she told you something....Heeseung was an assassin; he was the man who killed your late husband.
———
So here you are standing above Heeseung with a pistol as he sleeps. Tears roll down your face.

Heeseung's eyes flutter open just to meet the sight of your face. He then sees the gun in your hands pointed in his direction. He was clearly confused.

"Babe..what are you doing?"

"Heeseung, how could you?"

He sighs; he was expecting this. "Put the gun down and let's talk about this, okay?"

"You killed my husband!" You screamed

He sighs again at your outburst. "I did, but can you put the gun down?"

He slowly lifted himself so he was sitting up on the edge of the bed.

He holds up both his hands, trying to not scare you more so you wouldn't pull the trigger.
"Just..just put the gun down, okay. I get you're angry, and you have every right to be, but I can explain. Just put the gun down for one second."

How could he be so calm?
You were about to shoot him?!

He holds his hand out in between the gun and himself. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you. So...can you lower the gun?"

His voice was softer this time; he genuinely wanted you to lower the gun and just hear him out. He slowly tried to move closer to you.

"Please... let me explain."

He's now standing right in front of you.
He reaches out and tries to take the gun from your hands so he could gently put it somewhere else.

"Look at me. Please..."

He gently cups your face to make you look at him. Your eyes were filled with anger and pain. He wipes away your tears with his thumb.

"How could you Heeseung?"

"I'm sorry.."

He gently takes the gun from your grasp and sets it on the dresser. He pulls you into his embrace. He hugs you tightly while you hit his chest as sobs came out of your mouth.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

He gently rubs your back to soothe you. He felt like such a shitty person. He knew it was inevitable. He was going to lose you.
But he still held onto some hope that you wouldn't hate him.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" You screamed with fear, pushing him away.

He lets you push him away.
He takes a few steps back. His expression was defeated. He knew what was going to happen next. You were going to hate him forever.
And probably never want to be in the same room as him ever again.

"Y/N..I can't imagine what you're feeling, but I'm-"

He was cut off when you slapped him across his face.

"Shut up!" You yelled with tears.

He just nodded with defeat; he wasn't going to talk anymore. He knew whatever he said wasn't going to help at all. A red mark started appearing on his face from your slap.
He just stands there silently.

"I hate you!" You turned and left the room.

He flinched at your words; it stung so badly.
He didn't want you to hate him. He wanted to talk to you so badly. He slowly sits back on the bed and buries his face in his hands.
He knew this wouldn't have a happy ending.

He just sat there in the room; he didn't attempt to go get you. He knew you wouldn't want him to find you. After several minutes, he lays back down and just stares at the ceiling as tears streamed down his face.

He turns on his side, facing the spot where you usually sleep. He grabs the pillow and buries his face in it. It smelled just like you.

A fresh wave of tears started falling from his eyes. Just the idea of not waking up to your beautiful face was too hard to handle.

He just continued sobbing into the pillow,mumbling the word I'm sorry over and over. He knew you would never forgive him.

Why would you? How can you forgive the man who killed your previous husband?

He stayed in the same position for what felt like hours. The pillow was now damp from his tears. He finally managed to calm himself down. Now he just stared silently at nothing, still clutching the pillow; he would probably never see you on the bed again.

His eyes drift to the mirror across the room. He looks at his dishevelled appearance; his face was puffy and red from crying, which also had a red mark from the slap.

He let out a shaky breath. He looked pathetic. He felt pathetic. He ruined everything because of a stupid secret.

————The next morning.

He groans as he sits up.

He rubs his eyes and looks at the note on the bedside table. He grabs it and starts reading it.

"We're done. You ruined everything; I hope you realize what youve done to my life, Heeseung. I've already packed my stuff and left... you have some explanation to do. Youre the worst."

His eyes slowly drift across the note. Reading the same line over and over, We're done.