CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: THE WAR
'AURTHOR'
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he tension had been building for weeks—unspoken threats, silent power moves, financial sabotage. But tonight, Sunghoon had snapped.
Heeseung’s newest deal had tanked one of Sunghoon’s most critical investments, costing him millions and his pride. The media called it a victory for Lee Heeseung. The underground whispered it was a warning.
Sunghoon took it as a declaration of war.
Without warning, his fleet of black SUVs surrounded one of Heeseung’s heavily guarded private mansions on the outskirts of the city. The sound of tires screeching against the gravel echoed through the quiet night.
Men in black tactical gear jumped out, armed to the teeth. The leader of them all, Park Sunghoon, stepped out last — coat fluttering behind him, rage etched into every line of his face.
"Burn it to the ground if you have to," he ordered coldly. “Heeseung dies tonight.”
The attack began with a flash grenade through the front gate. Alarms blared. Guards scrambled. The mansion's windows shattered as gunfire exploded from both sides.
The ground shook with the force of grenades and chaos. Inside the estate, Heeseung moved quickly, barking orders while dodging bullets. The hallway was thick with smoke, screams, and the heavy thud of bodies hitting the ground.
Heeseung wasn’t dressed for war tonight. He was in a black button-up, sleeves rolled, chest stained with blood that wasn’t his own—yet.
He fired back mercilessly, ducking behind cover as one of his men was shot beside him.
“Sunghoon,” he muttered with fury, wiping blood from his cheek, “you want to destroy me that badly?”
In the carnage of the foyer, the two finally met.
Sunghoon burst through the glass doors, blood smeared across his cheek and an assault rifle in hand. He spotted Heeseung immediately across the debris-littered floor.
They didn’t hesitate.
The moment their eyes locked, bullets flew. Gunshots cracked through the night as they took cover behind overturned furniture and pillars.
Heeseung rolled to one side and fired, grazing Sunghoon’s arm. Sunghoon cursed but kept moving, the pain only fueling his fire.
"You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?" Heeseung shouted over the chaos, ducking behind a broken pillar.
"You took everything from me!" Sunghoon yelled back, voice hoarse. “You made me into this!”
A shot rang out — Heeseung’s bullet found its mark.
Sunghoon stumbled, clutching his side where blood now poured freely. Still, he refused to stop. He turned and bolted through the wreckage of the corridor, limping, desperate to escape.
"After him!" Heeseung roared. "Don’t let him leave alive!"
The remaining guards obeyed, sprinting after the fleeing man. But just as they were about to open fire—
A voice cut through the smoke.
“Stop.”
It was Sunoo.
He stepped through the ruins of the hallway, face bloodied, but expression unreadable. A gun hung loose in his hand, the barrel gleaming under the broken chandelier light.
“Go back to Heeseung,” he said quietly. “He’s bleeding. He needs you more than I do.”
“But Sunoo—”
“Now.”
The guards reluctantly obeyed, vanishing back into the chaos, leaving only Sunoo and the barely-standing Sunghoon between the shattered walls of the hallway.
Sunghoon leaned against a broken pillar, breathing heavily. “So this is how it ends?” he said, bitter. “You’re finally going to kill me?”
Sunoo didn’t answer. He walked toward him slowly, then — without warning — raised his fist and slammed it into Sunghoon’s jaw.
Sunghoon collapsed onto the floor with a grunt.
Sunoo stood over him, his face twisted in pain. He struck again. "This is for your stupidity!"
Another punch. "This is for abusing me!"
And another. "This is for making me fall in love with you!"
Sunghoon barely moved, blood dripping from his mouth. But his eyes... they were locked on Sunoo, soft and sorrowful.
Sunoo dropped to his knees, grabbed Sunghoon’s collar, and shook him. “Why are you doing this, huh?!” he shouted, voice breaking. “Why are you trying to destroy yourself?! Why are you ruining me with you?!”
Sunghoon lifted a shaking hand and gently cupped Sunoo’s cheek, even as his vision blurred. “If I died… would it be you who killed me, Sunoo?”
Sunoo’s expression crumbled. “What the hell are you talking about?!” he screamed. “Stop talking like that!”
Instead of answering, Sunghoon leaned forward and kissed him.
Soft. Bloody. Final.
Then he whispered, “I love you. I always did. I just… didn’t know how to not destroy everything I touched.”
Sunoo couldn’t speak.
Sunghoon used the moment to push him back gently, using all the strength he had left, and limped off into the darkness of the corridor once more.
“Sunghoon!” Sunoo screamed after him, eyes burning. “Stop!”
But he didn’t turn around.
He didn’t even look back.
Because he knew, he could not win this war. Nor he can be with sunoo.
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FanfictionSim Jaeyun is Lee Heeseung's obsession, his weakness, his world. Once heeseung claimed jaeyun his, there is no one who can saprate him from his little angel. The light in his life. A DARK ROMANCE WITH A LITTLE TWIST
