Run | HeeSunSun - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Bodies slammed together like a sweaty, chaotic mosh pit as Sunoo dragged Heeseung through the club, his fingers gripping the man's wrist like a lifeline.
The bass thumped, people made out like their lives depended on it, and Sunoo? Sunoo was on a mission.
He shoved open the first door he found-hell no, it was occupied.
Some guy was moaning about God, and Sunoo slammed it shut with a disgusted laugh.
Second door? Same thing, but with a girl perched on a sink like it was a throne getting her bussy eaten.
Third time's the charm, though-a room as empty as Sunoo's patience.
He yanked Heeseung in and shoved him onto the couch like he owned the place, the grin on his lips just drunk enough to be dangerous.
Heeseung, smug as hell, leaned back like he'd been expecting this. "Take your clothes off, big boy." Sunoo teased, his voice honeyed and just the right amount of taunting.
Heeseung smirked, unbuttoning his shirt slower than a stripper, each inch of his chest coming into view like he knew it was a gift.
Heeseung patted his laps, and Sunoo, drunk and bold, straddled his lap without hesitation, wrapping his arms around Heeseung's neck.
"You're so fucking hot, you know that?" Heeseung whispered, his voice dripping with that low, gravelly tone that made Sunoo's stomach clench.
"No..." Sunoo grinned like a fox.
"I'll make you know it." Heeseung said before crushing their lips together.
Sunoo broke the kiss just long enough to catch his breath, only to find Heeseung tugging at his shirt, revealing skin like it was some big reveal.
"Leave your mark." Heeseung rasped, his chest rising and falling, his eyes blazing.
Sunoo smirked, leaned down, and sucked hard enough to make sure everyone within a mile radius would know who Heeseung belonged to.
He pulled back, admiring the dark hickey he put on Heeseung's chest.
They kissed again, their teeth clashing, breaths heavy and desperate.
"Let's take this to my place." Heeseung said between kisses, his voice half a moan. "The bed's bigger."
Sunoo hesitated for a second, but when Heeseung murmured, "I'll fuck you to hell." Sunoo grinned like the devil just handed him the keys to heaven.
Outside, Sunoo's jaw dropped as he stared at the sleek, black limousine waiting for them. "Okay, rich boy." he muttered under his breath, following Heeseung like a moth to a flame.
Inside, Sunoo wasted no time climbing back onto Heeseung's lap, groping his bulge like he was testing the durability of his dick.
Heeseung's head fell back, his lips parting in a silent moan, and Sunoo swore he could feel the guy vibrating under him.
The limo stopped in front of a massive mansion, like, private-army kind of massive.
Heeseung carried Sunoo inside effortlessly, but Sunoo's tipsy giggles died the second he saw the armed guards stationed everywhere.
Guns.
Everywhere.
Sketchy? A little.
Hot? Way too much.
Heeseung tossed Sunoo onto the bed like a sack of flour, stretching his arms with a cocky grin before turning the lights down low.
The moonlight spilling through the window lit him up just enough to look sinful.
He crawled onto the bed, shirtless and smirking, and Sunoo couldn't help but blurt out, "What's your job to be this rich?"
Heeseung smirked, brushing Sunoo's hair back. "Let's just say I'm a boss to a lot of people."
Sunoo laughed, throwing his head back. "You're definitely my boss now."
Heeseung scoffed, he went down to Sunoo's shirt and literally fucking bit it, then tore it with the help of his other hand. "That was twenty dollars." Sunoo deadpanned, still breathless.
"I'll buy you a thousand after this. Anything you want." Heeseung shot back, his voice dark.
He didn't just kiss Sunoo, he devoured him.
Lips, teeth, tongue, everything.
He sucked on Sunoo's neck like he was trying to leave a tattoo, and Sunoo was already halfway to cloud nine when-
*KNOCK.*
Heeseung slowed momentarily, but then continued hard-fucking Sunoo to oblivion, barely sparing the door a glance. "IM BUSY!" he yelled, still inside Sunoo.
"It's Mr. Jang, sir." a voice called from the other side.
Heeseung groaned, his breath hot against Sunoo's collarbone. "Baby, I gotta talk to someone fast. I'll fuck you better later, okay?" He kissed Sunoo again, slow and deep, before pulling away.
Sunoo grumbled under his breath as Heeseung left the room with a towel lazily slung around his waist. "Fucking asshole." he muttered, referring to that Mr. Jang, and then lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves.
*BANG.*
Sunoo froze, the cigarette slipping from his fingers.
That was a gunshot.
He scrambled to the door, peeking through the crack, the coast was clear.
He then tiptoed to the staircase balcony, and what he saw nearly made his heart stop.
Heeseung stood there, a gun in his hand, and a body on the floor, blood pooling around the guy's head, a hole on his forehead.
*GASP*
Sunoo's breath hitched, he immediately stopped the gasp from coming completely out by covering his mouth.
He went back to the room and slammed the door shut, his hands shaking as he fumbled to get dressed.
His mind raced, what the actual fuck had he just gotten himself into?
As Sunoo tugged his shirt over his head, his hands shook.
He was barely holding it together, the fear bubbling up in his chest.
*GASP*
The door creaked open, and his heart dropped.
Heeseung stepped in, gun in hand, the cold metal gleaming under the dim light.
Sunoo froze, his eyes darting to the weapon.
Heeseung noticed the panic and shifted the gun slightly behind his back, a chillingly casual gesture.
“Where are you going, baby?” Heeseung asked, his voice soft, but his steps deliberate as he advanced.
Sunoo swallowed hard, his throat dry. “U-Uh… there’s… there’s an emergency at the house,” he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I need to go…” He forced a shaky smile, hoping it would sell the lie.
Heeseung’s expression flickered, his smile fading for a split second, then, he grinned again. “Is that so? Okay...” he said, his tone disturbingly nonchalant.
Sunoo edged toward the door, each step feeling heavier than the last.
As he moved to pass Heeseung, the man’s arm shot up, and Sunoo flinched.
But instead of grabbing him, Heeseung pulled him into a tight embrace.
Sunoo stood stiff, not daring to move.
Heeseung’s grip was firm, possessive.
It didn't feel like a hug; it felt like a warning.
After a moment, Heeseung released him, stepping back with that same unnerving smile.
“I'll miss you...” Heeseung said, his tone light.
Sunoo didn’t need to be told twice.
He turned and walked quickly down the hallway, his breaths shallow.
Then he broke into a run.
*BANG*
A sharp, blinding pain shot through Sunoo’s leg, and he crumpled to the ground with a strangled cry.
Blood seeped through his fingers as he clutched at the wound, his head snapping back to see Heeseung standing there, the gun still raised, smoking.
Heeseung took slow, measured steps toward him, his expression calm.
Sunoo gritted his teeth, panic flooding his system as he dragged himself toward the staircase.
With no other option, he let himself fall, his body tumbling down the steps.
*THUD*
*THUD*
*THUD*
Each impact sent shockwaves of pain through his body.
By the time he hit the floor, he was a mess, his back screaming in agony, blood dripping from his mouth.
Sunoo groaned, forcing himself to his feet.
His injured leg barely held him as he limped toward the door, desperation driving him forward.
The armed men standing nearby turned their cold gazes toward him, their guns ready.
But before they could act, Heeseung’s voice rang out.
“I can tell you the truth now...” he said, descending the stairs with infuriating calmness.
He spun the gun lazily in his hand, like it was some kind of toy. “I’m part of a mafia family. Sounds corny, but it’s true.”
Sunoo’s breath hitched. “I-I can pay you,” he stammered, his voice breaking. “How much do you want? I’ll give you whatever you want, just- just let me go... please...”
Heeseung crouched down in front of him, his dark eyes glinting.
He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I don’t want money,” he said, his breath warm against Sunoo’s ear. “I want you.”
Sunoo’s hand moved on its own, *SMACK* and the slap echoed through the room.
Heeseung’s head snapped to the side, his cheek instantly turning red.
A small cut at the corner of his mouth began to bleed.
Heeseung straightened slowly, licking the blood from his lip.
His smile was gone, replaced by something darker. “You’ve got some fucking nerve...” he muttered, his voice low.
Sunoo ignored the tremor in his body as he turned and limped to the door.
His hand gripped the handle, but it wouldn’t budge.
*CLICK*
The sound of guns cocking made him turn, his heart sinking.
The armed men were pointing their weapons directly at him, but Heeseung raised a hand, stopping them.
“No shooting.” Heeseung ordered, his voice cold.
Then he walked toward Sunoo, closing the distance between them.
He grabbed Sunoo’s face, his fingers digging into his cheeks. “What do you call this?” he hissed, his finger pointing to the hickey on his chest. “You suck on my chest like it means something and then try to leave me like nothing happened?”
Sunoo’s breath caught, his mind racing.
Heeseung leaned in close, his grip tightening. “Remember this... I’ll find you. No matter where you go.”
*CLICK*
The doors unlocked with a heavy sound, and Heeseung pressed his lips against Sunoo's ears, a twisted grin on his face. “So run.” he said simply.
Sunoo didn’t hesitate.
He limped out of the mansion, the pain in his leg screaming with every step.
Behind him, Heeseung watched with an amused smirk. “Five minutes,” he said to his men. “Then we go.”