Left Out Friend

33

"Hyung… please stop… it hurts…"

Sunoo’s muffled cries echoed down the hallway as he struggled against Heeseung’s grip, his arm twisting in a desperate attempt to break free.

Heeseung didn't let go. His fingers dug into Sunoo’s wrist with bruising force, dragging him forward without care. They moved in shadows, their faces hidden under black caps and masks, ensuring no staff would recognize them. Sunoo stumbled over his own feet, barely keeping up with Heeseung’s long strides.

"Shut your damn mouth before I shove you into the wall." Heeseung’s voice was a low, venomous whisper. His pace never faltered.

Sunoo bit down on his lip, swallowing his sobs as he struggled to keep his balance. His legs burned from trying to match Heeseung’s relentless speed, but the pain in his wrist, hot and throbbing, was far worse.

By the time they reached the dorm, Heeseung’s grip hadn't loosened. If anything, it had tightened.

"Hyung… slow down…" Sunoo pleaded, breathless.

Heeseung didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. The silence was enough of a warning.

The second they stepped inside, Sunoo’s stomach dropped.

Waiting on the couch, Sunghoon and Ni-ki barely spared them a glance at first—casual, unbothered, as if they had been expecting this.

Then Sunghoon smirked, leaning in slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Ni-ki, lounging comfortably, rolled his tongue against his cheek before shifting forward in his seat.

Sunoo shivered. He didn’t know what punishment awaited him.

But he knew it wouldn’t be good.

Sunoo’s legs felt weak as Heeseung continued to drag him into the living room. His wrist throbbed under the bruising grip, and with every step, the weight of helplessness settled deeper into his chest. Heeseung held him as if he were some criminal caught in the act. Someone who had no right to resist.

Tears welled in Sunoo’s eyes, blurring his vision as he lowered his head.

He didn’t even understand why he wasn’t allowed to talk to someone like Eunwoo. It wasn’t as if he belonged to them. But that’s how they treated him... like an object, something to own and control. They weren’t just possessive and use him for lust; they were suffocating, stripping him of everything, piece by piece.

“What took you so long, Heeseung?” Sunghoon’s voice cut through the tense air, eerily casual. As if this was just another night for them.

Heeseung shrugged before shoving Sunoo forward. The force sent him crashing onto the floor, his hands barely catching him in time. His head remained bowed. He refused to look at them. He didn’t want to see their twisted satisfaction.

“This little bitch decided to put on a show for his dear friend,” Heeseung said coldly, his gaze sharp, predatory.

“What do you mean?”

“Turns out he has feelings for that bastard.” Heeseung clapped his hands together mockingly, taking a slow step toward Sunoo.

Sunghoon and Ni-ki exchanged unreadable glances. They didn’t react much, but there was something in their eyes—interest. As if they were watching a game, waiting for the next move.

Sunoo’s tears finally spilled over. The whole situation was absurd.

Stupid.

The idea had been foolish—desperate, even. But in that moment, he truly believed Eunwoo would care. That Eunwoo would stop him, would ask him to stay, would give him a reason just to keep him away from Heeseung.