WILTED | SEOKSOO FF

PART 01

RECAP

In last chapter in the story 'Maniac' Soonyoung, Jihoon and Dino made a visit to Seokmin’s house and Jisoo tried to pass them hints. And Seokmin got furious on Jisoo for trying to involve people between them and beated him up.

Days blurred together in the shadows of Seokmin’s suffocating control. Jisoo had grown so used to the silence, to the coldness that seeped into every corner of his life, that he’d nearly forgotten what warmth felt like.

But today, a familiar knock shattered the monotony, and when he hesitantly opened the door, he found his older brother Jeonghan standing there, a bright, genuine smile on his face. Beside him was Seungcheol, their childhood neighbor, who’d grown from a familiar face into a comforting presence over the years. They had always felt like family, especially to Jisoo.

“My Jisoos!” Jeonghan’s voice was light, filled with the warmth Jisoo remembered. He pulled Jisoo into a hug, which Jisoo accepted, though his body felt tense under the comfort of his brother’s embrace.

“Hey, it’s been a while,” Jisoo murmured, glancing back nervously, his eyes searching for any sign of Seokmin’s disapproval.

Jeonghan didn’t seem to notice. “We have news!” he announced, beaming. “Cheolie and I… well, we wanted you to be the first to know.” Jeonghan looked at Seungcheol, who was standing beside him, his hand resting softly on Jeonghan’s shoulder. Seungcheol’s gaze on Jeonghan was tender, overflowing with a quiet affection that was almost tangible.

Seungcheol laughed, his arm sneaking around Jeonghan’s waist in a subtle but intimate gesture. “We finally confessed,” he said with a hint of shyness, as if he still couldn’t believe it himself. “We’re… together.”

Jeonghan’s face lit up, and he leaned into Seungcheol’s side, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he looked up at Seungcheol with a gentle, knowing smile. The unspoken bond between them was evident—each touch, each look, every small, quiet gesture spoke volumes of their love. It was genuine, untainted, and Jisoo felt a pang of envy as he watched his brother bask in Seungcheol’s affection. His eyes lingered on the way Seungcheol’s hand rested protectively on Jeonghan’s shoulder, the way Jeonghan’s fingers subtly traced patterns along Seungcheol’s arm, as if to confirm that he was truly there.

A smile broke across Jisoo’s face, though it was fragile, a mask for the turmoil swirling within him. “I’m… so happy for you both,” he managed, though his voice sounded hollow to his own ears. He wanted to feel happy, genuinely, but there was a gnawing ache inside him, a bitter reminder of the love he yearned for but was denied.

Seokmin’s presence loomed, like a dark shadow, his gaze cold and possessive. From where he stood, he was silent, watching Jeonghan and Seungcheol with a barely concealed disdain. He noticed the way Seungcheol held Jeonghan, the lightness that seemed to flow effortlessly between them. There was no need for control, for fear, only trust and respect—and it made Seokmin’s grip on Jisoo feel even more suffocating.

Jisoo glanced back at Seokmin, his heart racing, anticipating the anger simmering beneath Seokmin’s cool exterior. He knew what Seokmin would say later—how he would twist this moment into something sinister, accusing Jisoo of desiring something that didn’t belong to him.

“So,” Seungcheol said, his voice breaking through Jisoo’s thoughts, “we were hoping you’d come visit more often, Jisoo. We miss you.” He smiled softly, reaching out to clasp Jisoo’s shoulder in a friendly, reassuring gesture. The warmth of Seungcheol’s touch was so simple, so kind, yet it felt foreign to Jisoo—a reminder of the care he’d once been shown but had long since lost.

Jeonghan chimed in, “Exactly. I mean, it’s not like you’re a stranger. We want you to be part of this… of our happiness.”

Jisoo felt a lump form in his throat as he tried to smile, tried to hold onto the illusion of normalcy, but the painful contrast between his brother’s happiness and his own hollow existence gnawed at him. He was standing beside a love that was free, that blossomed without fear or restraint. Meanwhile, his own relationship felt like a prison—a dark, stifling cage that Seokmin had crafted around him, brick by brick, under the guise of love.

In his daze, he barely noticed when Seokmin’s hand settled on his shoulder, fingers digging in just a bit too tightly. “Well, isn’t that lovely,” Seokmin said, his voice smooth yet dripping with a barely concealed hostility. His gaze flicked to Jeonghan and Seungcheol, his lips curling into a tight, forced smile. “Jisoo and I are very happy, too, aren’t we, Jisoo?”

Jisoo nodded, though his heart screamed in contradiction. “Yes, of course,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper, weighed down by the pain he could no longer voice. He dared not pull away from Seokmin’s grip, feeling trapped between two worlds—the one his brother had found with Seungcheol, and the one he was bound to with Seokmin.

“Good.” Seokmin’s voice was soft, but there was a dangerous edge to it that only Jisoo seemed to sense. “It’s nice that you two are happy,” he added, his fingers digging deeper into Jisoo’s shoulder in a silent threat.

Jeonghan seemed oblivious to Seokmin’s hidden malice, his face glowing with contentment. “We really are,” he said, casting Seungcheol a warm, loving look. “But we want Jisoo to be happy too. Don’t we, Cheolie?”

“Of course,” Seungcheol replied, giving Jisoo a reassuring smile that made the ache in his chest tighten. “Jisoo, you know you’re welcome anytime. We want you to feel loved, no matter what.”

Jisoo felt a tear threaten to escape, but he quickly blinked it back, forcing another smile. “Thank you, both of you,” he managed, his voice wavering. The weight of Seokmin’s hand on his shoulder was a constant reminder of the nightmare waiting for him once this moment was over.

Jeonghan and Seungcheol continued to chat, oblivious to the storm brewing within Jisoo. Each soft laugh they shared, each tender look, was like a knife twisting in his heart. He wanted that freedom, that love—a love unburdened by fear or control. But every time he looked at Seokmin’s dark, possessive gaze, he was reminded of the chains that bound him.

As they prepared to leave, Jeonghan pulled Jisoo into a hug once more, whispering, “Take care of yourself, okay? We’re always here if you need anything.”

Jisoo nodded, clinging to his brother just a second longer than he normally would, as if trying to absorb even a fraction of the love that Jeonghan had found. But as he pulled away, he caught Seokmin’s icy glare from the corner of his eye, and the tiny glimmer of hope that had flickered in his heart was extinguished.

Seokmin’s grip on him tightened as the door closed, his voice low and dangerous as he whispered, “You think you can just bring people into our lives, Jisoo? You think they can give you something I can’t?”

Jisoo felt a cold shiver run down his spine, knowing what awaited him behind closed doors. The moment of warmth, of family, had vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving only the harsh reality of Seokmin’s possessive grasp.

And as Seokmin pulled him back into the shadows, Jisoo couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever be able to escape, or if he was destined to watch love from afar, forever trapped in Seokmin’s twisted version of devotion.

Just someone (HaelRisha)reminded me about this one and really felt bad for leaving you guys on a cliffhanger with this ending...

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