His First Love

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 — Chains of Loyalty

The evening started out normal. Too normal.

Jeonghan had just finished playing cards with Soonyoung and Chan, laughing when Mingyu came into the room holding his phone with a strange look.

"Hyung..." Mingyu said carefully, eyes darting between Jeonghan and the others. "You never told us your last name was Yoon."

The room went still.

Jeonghan froze, a chill running down his spine. "...What?"

Vernon pulled up something on his own phone and held the screen toward the group. It was a business article. The headline read: 'Yoon Industries Faces Internal Conflict Amid Leadership Rumors.' Underneath, a picture of his father. Of his family.

And of him.

"You're a Yoon," Jihoon said bluntly, eyes sharp. "You're the son of that family."

The weight of their stares pressed against Jeonghan's chest.

"So what if I am?" Jeonghan replied, voice tight.

"So what?" Soonyoung snapped. "That family tried to crush people like us! That family would never let someone like you near us unless—unless you're a spy!"

Jeonghan's stomach dropped. "A spy? You think I'm—"

"You've been hiding it," Vernon interrupted, his usually calm tone laced with suspicion. "You never said a word about who you were."

"You don't trust me?" Jeonghan's voice cracked, anger boiling beneath his skin. "After everything? After I've lived here, eaten with you, laughed with you—you really think I'm here to betray you?"

Jihoon's gaze was cold. "Loyalty is everything in this family, Jeonghan. And you've been keeping secrets."

The accusations piled on, voices sharp, drowning out his protests. Frustration and fury twisted inside him, until he slammed his hands on the table, making everyone jump.

"Enough!" Jeonghan's eyes burned. "You don't want to hear me out, fine. Then don't. I won't sit here and beg for trust I already earned."

He stormed out before anyone could stop him, the slam of the front door echoing like a gunshot.

Hours later, the mansion door creaked open again. This time it was Seungcheol, his coat slung over his shoulder, his expression tired. He scanned the living room, noticing the tense silence.

"Where's Jeonghan?" he asked immediately.

The others exchanged uneasy glances before Mingyu finally spoke. "Hyung... we found out he's a Yoon. From that family. He stormed out after we questioned him. We thought you should know—"

"You thought I should know?" Seungcheol's voice thundered, cutting him off. His eyes burned with fury as he glared at them one by one. "Do you idiots think I didn't already know who he was? Do you think I, of all people, wouldn't dig into the past of the man sleeping in my bed?!"

Silence. Not one of them dared to breathe.

"You dare to question his loyalty?" Seungcheol snarled, his voice raw with rage. "Jeonghan has bled for this family more than half of you combined! He's here because I chose him. And you repaid that trust with suspicion?"

His words cracked like a whip. Jihoon flinched, Soonyoung lowered his eyes, Mingyu bit his lip hard.

"Stupid," Seungcheol spat, shoving past them. "Every last one of you. If he doesn't come back because of this, I'll never forgive you."

He was halfway to the door when it opened.

Jeonghan stepped inside, looking exhausted but calmer, his hair tousled from the cold wind outside. He froze at the sight of everyone gathered, at the fury burning in Seungcheol's eyes.

"Cheol..." he whispered.

Something snapped.

Seungcheol pulled a dagger from his belt, the steel glinting under the lights. Gasps filled the room. He walked toward Jeonghan with measured steps, his expression unreadable.

"Hyung—!" Mingyu started forward, but Seungcheol's roar stopped him cold.

"DON'T MOVE."

The weight of his authority froze them all in place.

Seungcheol stopped in front of Jeonghan, their chests nearly touching. His hand tightened on the dagger, his voice low and trembling with something dangerous.

"You want to know what happens if you leave me, Jeonghan? If you even think about walking away?"

Before Jeonghan could react, Seungcheol pressed the blade against his own throat.

And slit.

The sharp sting of blood welled instantly, sliding down his neck.

"SEUNGCHEOL!" Jeonghan screamed, lunging forward, but Seungcheol's other hand grabbed his wrist, holding him still.

"Look at me," Seungcheol hissed, eyes wild. "This is what happens. If you go, I'll follow you into the grave. Do you understand? You don't leave me, angel. Ever. Promise me."

Jeonghan's breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurred with tears. "Cheol, stop—please—"

"Promise me!" Seungcheol roared, blood dripping onto the floor.

Jeonghan sobbed, his heart breaking, his hands shaking as he tried to cover the wound. "I promise! I'll never leave you! Never, Cheol, just—stop—"

The tension snapped like a bowstring. Seungcheol let the dagger clatter to the floor, his body collapsing against Jeonghan's.

"Hospital!" Jihoon barked, jolted into action. The others scrambled, Mingyu grabbing towels, Vernon calling the driver.

But even as they moved, Seungcheol's grip on Jeonghan never loosened, his bloodied hand clutching his angel's shirt as though to chain him there forever.

"Mine," he whispered hoarsely, eyes fluttering. "Always mine."

Jeonghan held him tighter, tears streaming down his face. "Yes, Cheol. Always."

And as the others rushed them toward the car, Jeonghan realized the truth:

Seungcheol wasn't just the Devil.

He was a man willing to bleed out just to keep him.