𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐨

Chapter fifty five

The basement was cold, damp, and eerily silent. The light flickered above, casting sharp shadows that seemed to move with the subtle wind. Jeonghan sat there, his figure hunched against the wall, his face pale but still sharp with an unsettling smirk. He had been there for exactly seven days now. Seven days of insults, seven days of manipulation. Seven days of Seungcheol’s twisted love.

The door creaked open, and Seungcheol entered. His footsteps were heavy, each one a reminder of the torment Jeonghan had endured, and yet, he remained unfazed. His cold, calculating eyes met Jeonghan’s, but there was something different in his gaze today. Something darker.

Jeonghan’s lips curled, his voice strained but thick with venom, "What’s wrong, Cheol? Got bored of me already? Don't tell me you’ve been thinking about letting me go, hm? You know you can’t. I’m yours, and you know it."

Seungcheol didn’t answer. His eyes were distant as he moved towards Jeonghan, his hand resting on the cold metal chains that bound him to the wall. They were thick, heavy chains meant to keep even the strongest in place. But not for Seungcheol.

He stood behind Jeonghan, the tension in the air palpable as his fingers curled around the chains. With a violent jerk, Seungcheol broke them, the sharp sound of metal snapping echoing through the space. Jeonghan didn’t flinch.

"What happened?" Jeonghan taunted, his voice almost a whisper now, laced with sickening sweetness. "Got tired of your little game, Seungcheol? Don't pretend you don’t want me. I’ve always been yours. You’ve always been mine. Don’t fight it, baby."

Seungcheol stood silently, staring down at him, his fists clenched. The words burned his ears, but he couldn’t look away. Jeonghan’s face, twisted with an obsession that Seungcheol had been ignoring for so long, was almost too much to bear.

"You’re going to the hospital," Seungcheol finally muttered, his voice low, dark.

Jeonghan’s heart skipped a beat. A cruel, twisted grin spread across his face, but it was more of a tremor than a triumph. He had seen the look in Seungcheol’s eyes before. The indifference, the exhaustion. And that told him everything he needed to know.

“Cheol,” Jeonghan’s voice broke, a flicker of desperation seeping through the cracks of his calm exterior. "Please, don’t leave me. You know I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I’ve given everything to you. I need you, Cheol. I can’t live without you. You’ve got to understand that. You’re everything to me. Do you hear me? Everything. I’m nothing without you.”

Seungcheol froze, his fingers tightening around the broken chains. His jaw clenched, but his mind swirled with confusion and disgust. He knew Jeonghan was manipulating him. He knew the words were nothing but poison, meant to pull him back into the web Jeonghan had so meticulously spun.

But even as the logic screamed in his mind, the part of him that had been broken, the part of him that had always sought love in the darkest corners, couldn’t help but feel the sick pull of Jeonghan’s words.

Jeonghan’s tears began to flow, soft at first, then harder, as if trying to drown them both in his anguish. “I love you so much, Cheol. No one could ever love you like I do. No one will ever care for you the way I do. I know what you need. I know you better than anyone. Don’t leave me. Don’t make me beg... because I will, Cheol. I will beg. Please don’t leave me.”

Seungcheol felt his chest tighten. The words were poison, but they were like a drug to him. He could feel himself sinking, his resolve weakening with every syllable. He had fought it for so long, had tried to bury it deep down, but the truth was that Jeonghan had always been there, in the recesses of his mind. Always watching, always waiting. Always claiming him.

And then, the realization hit him like a sudden, sickening wave. He loves me back, doesn’t he? His love for Jeonghan, for the twisted, obsessive love that Jeonghan had shown him, was no different.

Seungcheol looked down at Jeonghan, his hand shaking as he reached for him, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling, the stench of desperation and madness hanging thick between them.

“You’re right,” Seungcheol whispered, his voice dark, almost a growl. “I’ve been ignoring it, haven’t I? I tried to fight it. But you... you’ve broken me, Jeonghan. You’ve always known how to break me. And now, I’m too far gone.”

Jeonghan’s eyes widened, disbelief mixing with the faintest flicker of hope. He gasped, his body trembling with the violent rush of emotions flooding him.

“Cheol, you—”

“I love you too,” Seungcheol finished, his voice hollow, resigned. "But it’s not love, is it? It’s obsession. It’s control. It’s the darkest parts of both of us, twisted and broken. We’re just two sides of the same coin."

Jeonghan's smile was sickening, a twisted reflection of joy in his eyes. “Then we’ll burn together, Cheol. If we can’t have love, we’ll have this. We’ll have each other."

Seungcheol stared at him for a long moment, a mixture of disgust, despair, and something else swirling within him. He didn’t know what was left to feel anymore. Maybe he never had.

In the end, he closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against Jeonghan’s in a kiss that sealed them both in this dark, sick union. And for the first time, neither of them cared about the world beyond them.

They had each other. And in their broken, twisted world, that was all that mattered.

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I- they're fucking crazy!