Sunoo emerged from the bathroom, his heart heavy with the weight of his bruises and the memories they carried. He avoided Heeseung's gaze, determined to keep his distance from the source of his pain.
But before he could make his escape, Heeseung's hand closed around his wrist, pulling him back with a forceful grip. Sunoo flinched at the touch, his eyes darting to meet Heeseung's cold gaze.
"Stay here if you don't want to get hurt," Heeseung's words cut through the silence like a knife, his voice devoid of warmth or compassion. "They're still down there. Wait for them to leave if you want to be safe."
With a final glance filled with warning, Heeseung released his hold and left the room, leaving Sunoo alone with his thoughts and the echoes of his pain. As the door closed behind him, Sunoo felt a shiver of fear creep down his spine, a silent reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.
Alone in the room, Sunoo wrapped his arms around himself, seeking solace in the silence that surrounded him. But amidst the stillness, there was a sense of foreboding—a lingering uncertainty that threatened to consume him whole.
With a heavy heart, Sunoo resigned himself to wait, his eyes fixed on the closed door as he counted the seconds until he could escape the suffocating confines of Heeseung's presence. In the darkness of the room, he found himself grappling with a torrent of emotions—fear, anger, and a desperate longing for freedom.
But amidst the turmoil, there was a glimmer of determination—a silent vow to break free from the chains that bound him and reclaim the autonomy that had been stolen from him. With every fiber of his being, Sunoo swore to rise above the darkness that threatened to engulf him and forge a path towards a brighter future, no matter the obstacles that lay ahead.