Heeseung's POV
*KNOCK*
The door opened and I saw sweet ol' Susan, her face a mess, runny nose, puffy eyes. "I heard what happened about Robert," I choked out. "I- I'm so sorry."
She gripped my shoulder, her fingers digging in. "It's okay, thank you," she said, patting my shoulder.
"Please, come with me. Jake and I have prepared a meal for all of us," I lied smoothly.
Susan hesitated. "Is that so...? Let me just get a jacket."
When she returned, we walked to our house in silence. There was no meal, of course, but Susan didn't need to know that. "Just wait here." I told her, gesturing to the living room. Then I slipped into the kitchen. And to the basement.
Susan's POV
I sat on the couch, my head pounding. The worry about Robert was eating me alive. The police hadn't found his body yet. Maybe... Robert was still aliv-
*CRASH*
"AHHHHHHH!"
I jumped at the scream from the kitchen. My heart raced. "Heeseung dear? Are you okay?" I called out, getting up.
I walked into the kitchen. No Heeseung. But the basement door was open.
"Heeseung...?" I peered down the dark stairs.
Something felt wrong. Really wrong. I grabbed a knife from the rack, just in case. The stairs creaked as I went down, my hands shaking.
No sign of Heeseung. But in the corner... was that...?
I moved closer, squinting in the dim light. A shape. A familiar shape.
Robert...?
*CLANG*
The knife hit the floor. My legs gave out. I fell, crawling towards him.
The smell hit me first. Rot. Death. But I didn't care. I wrapped my arms around him, or what was left of him. Pieces. Parts. But it was Robert. My Robert.
"Robert..." I whispered, rocking back and forth.
...
"HEESEUNG?" A voice called from upstairs.
My head snapped up. Jake. Jake was here. Jake, who lived in this house. This house where Robert...
I grabbed the knife, my fingers slippery with blood. I ran up the stairs, my mind spinning, breaking.
There he was. Jake. Standing there like everything was normal. Like my whole world hadn't just shattered.
"Jake..." I said, my voice not sounding like my own anymore.
Jake's POV
*SLICE*
I stumbled back, spitting out blood, Susan had sliced the corner of my lip with the fucking knife, my chest heaving as she came at me again, wild and relentless. We hit the floor, tangled up, swinging at each other like we had no clue what the hell we were doing.
My hand found a frying pan, and I brought it down on her head with a loud thud. She barely even flinched, just grabbed me by the hair and shoved me against the sink. My skull smacked the faucet, and suddenly water was blasting in my face. Before I could do a damn thing, Susan had me under the stream, drowning me.
I thrashed around, choking on water, my hand scrambling for something, anything. My fingers closed around a glass soap bottle, and I smashed it against her shoulder. She stumbled back just enough for me to yank myself free, gasping and wiping my soaked face. I crawled away, clutching my sliced lips from where she'd swiped at me with that damn knife, but she was still there.
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Dear Honey | HeeJayke
Misteri / ThrillerIn the 1980s, attorney Jake's peaceful life with novelist Heeseung is shattered when his husband mysteriously disappears. Finding some VHS tapes, Jake uncovers a secret-that his husband is a serial killer. Jake spirals into madness, haunted by the r...