Run | HeeSunSun - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Sunoo pushed his plate forward, leaning back slightly in his chair. "It seems like everyone around here knows you." he said, his tone casual, though his heart was racing.
Heeseung smirked, wiping his mouth lazily with a napkin. "Of course they do. Just a whisper of my name, and they’re bolting their doors shut with ten deadlocks. They know the game." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "But come to think of it, if you act like a good boy and stop pissing me off, maybe the games will stop. Hell, they might even thank you for keeping peace in this small neighbourhood."
Sunoo’s stomach churned, but he forced a soft laugh, standing up with deliberate slowness. "I’m going to sleep now. Can I, uh… sleep somewhere other than the bedroom? Maybe a guest room?" His voice remained steady, but his legs felt like jelly beneath him.
Heeseung raised a brow, standing too, the chair scraping against the floor. "Why don’t you want to sleep in the bedroom with me?"
Sunoo’s breath hitched as he turned away, avoiding Heeseung’s piercing gaze. "I really prefer to sleep alon-"
*SLAM*
The sound of Heeseung’s palm hitting the table cut him off, the force rattling the plates.
Sunoo froze, his body stiffening as Heeseung stalked toward him.
"You think you can order me around?" Heeseung growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Sunoo swallowed hard, his throat dry. "No, I-"
"You’re sleeping in the bedroom." Heeseung growled, stepping closer, his sheer presence overwhelming. "With me."
Sunoo’s breath hitched as he nodded, turning away to make his way upstairs, his heart hammering in his chest.
As he ascended, his eyes darted to the hallway, scanning the row of doors.
But he had a plan, a plan to escape this hell for good, because if running wasn't going to work, he had to subdue the chaser first, so he headed straight to the bedroom, his pulse quickening.
Once inside, he grabbed his sling bag from the chair and rifled through it, pulling out something that he clutched tightly, then began formulating his plan-
*CREAK*
Heeseung leaned against the doorframe, his smirk lazy but his eyes sharp as they roamed over Sunoo’s body.
The top two buttons of his shirt were now completely undone, exposing more of his smooth chest and the dark ink curling over his skin.
His belt hung low on his hips, drawing attention to the obvious bulge straining against his slacks.
"Should we finish our little... business?" His voice was teasing, but his eyes held a sinister look.
Sunoo’s lips parted, but no words came out at first.
"...Okay," Sunoo whispered, his voice barely audible.
Heeseung stepped inside, locking the door with a click.
His movements were slow, calculated, as he stalked toward Sunoo. He reached out, brushing his fingers along Sunoo’s jaw, tilting his face up.
"But," Sunoo blurted suddenly, his voice trembling.
Heeseung’s brows furrowed, irritation flashing across his face. "But what?"
"Can we drink first?" Sunoo asked, forcing a small smile. "The mood’s… kind of gone, you know?"
Heeseung scoffed, clearly annoyed. "Fine." He turned and left, muttering under his breath.
When he came back, Heeseung entered with wine glasses, and two bottles—Isabel's Islay Whiskey and Everclear, both expensive as fuck and strong as fuck—in hand.
He dropped them onto the bed with a thud. "Here. Pick one."
Sunoo glanced at them before flashing a sheepish smile. "Don’t you have anything lighter? I don’t want to be completely out of it… I want to remember everything..." he said, his tone filled with just the right amount of suggestion.
Heeseung rolled his eyes, grabbing one of the bottles to bring back. "Fucking picky." he muttered, letting the Everclear bottle stay on the bed for him to drink later. "Wait here."
As soon as he was gone, Sunoo grabbed a wine glass, poured the Everclear, and spiked it with the Propofol, a drug used to put someone into deep sleep.
He had these because he liked to go out, and if ever someone dares to take advantage of him, he had planned this already.
When Heeseung returned with a lighter American Oak, Sunoo was seated on the edge of the bed, his legs crossed, his smile faint but inviting.
"I already poured you a drink..." Sunoo murmured, gesturing toward the glass.
Heeseung eyed it briefly before picking it up, his gaze lingering on Sunoo. "Finally being useful." he muttered, taking a sip.
Sunoo watched, his heart pounding.
Heeseung’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his throat on full display, and Sunoo felt a flicker of satisfaction as he set the glass down.
Heeseung stretched out on the bed, his shirt pulling tight across his broad chest. He patted his thigh, face serious. "Now, get on my lap. I’m done waiting."
Sunoo looked at him, slightly choking on his drink, the way Heeseung looked at him—like he wanted to devour him—sent shivers down his spine.
"Don’t make me repeat myself," Heeseung drawled, his deep voice laced with a possessive hunger. "Get on my fucking lap. Now."
Sunoo hesitated for a fraction of a second, and that was all it took for Heeseung to growl, sitting up slightly. "Don’t play with me. I’ve been patient enough, but you’re pushing it."
Slowly, Sunoo moved toward Heeseung, climbing onto the bed and settling himself on his lap, his legs on either side of Heeseung’s thighs.
Before he could prepare himself for whatever was coming, Heeseung leaned forward and crushed their lips together, the kiss harsh and overwhelming.
Sunoo's hands instinctively pressed against Heeseung’s chest, a small moan escaping his throat as his body tensed under the sudden pressure.
It wasn’t a real fight, but just his natural response, but it only seemed to amuse Heeseung.
He pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a smirk as he took in Sunoo’s flushed face.
Without saying a word, Heeseung stood up with Sunoo still in his grasp and slammed him onto the bed, the wine glass Sunoo had been holding slipping from his fingers and spilling its contents all over Heeseung’s pristine shirt.
The deep red stain spread across the fabric, but Heeseung didn’t seem to care.
His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one with a casual ease.
Tossing the shirt aside, Heeseung leaned down and captured Sunoo’s lips again, harder this time.
Sunoo flinched slightly, a natural reaction to the sudden contact, but it only fueled Heeseung further.
"Don’t shy away now." Heeseung muttered against his lips, his voice rough, as if he was barely holding himself back.
Before Sunoo could respond, Heeseung’s hands gripped his thighs and spread them roughly, positioning Sunoo’s feet on his broad shoulders.
His hips pressed down, grinding slowly and deliberately, making Sunoo’s breath hitch.
Heeseung’s hands roamed, his movements dominant but methodical.
Just as the intensity peaked, Heeseung’s movements faltered.
His grip slackened, and his breathing grew uneven, the confidence in his eyes fading.
He blinked slowly, confusion flashing across his face. "...You… what did you…" he mumbled, his voice sluggish.
Before he could finish, his body collapsed, falling to the side and landing on the floor with a heavy *THUD*.
Sunoo sat up slowly, his heart pounding, and stared at Heeseung’s unconscious form.
The Propofol had done its job.
Sunoo’s hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his clothes, glancing at the door.
Now was his chance.
Sunoo set his bag down quietly, smoothing his clothes as he casually made his way down the stairs.
The guards stiffened the moment they saw him.
Their eyes darted to each other, suspicion hanging thick in the air.
One guard, braver than the rest, stepped forward.
"Why are you here?" he asked, his tone arrogant.
Sunoo tilted his head, his lips curling into a smug smile. "That’s really none of your business, right? Or do you want me to tell Heeseung to fire you if you don't shut the fuck up?" His voice was sharp, like he was already writing the guard’s resignation letter in his head.
The guard faltered, shutting up instantly.
Sunoo strode past him, lightly flipping his hair.
He headed to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and pretended to fill it with water.
His hand slid toward the knife rack, and without a sound, he tucked one into the waistband of his pants.
He took a sip from the glass, his expression cool, unbothered, and then walked back up the stairs.
He reached the hallway, trying door after door.
Locked. Of course.
His jaw clenched as he pulled out the knife and worked on the lock of the nearest door. It took minutes, his heart thudding as Heeseung’s image loomed in his mind, but finally, *CLICK*.
The door creaked open, revealing a dark room. Sunoo slipped inside, locking it behind him before flipping the lights on.
It was a guest bedroom—simple, modern, unused.
He didn’t waste a second, heading to the window.
He dug the knife into the lock, prying at it with desperate precision.
"SUNOOO!"
The scream sent his heart racing. Heeseung’s voice, raw with rage, echoed through the mansion.
"Fuck..." Sunoo muttered under his breath.
The propofol—how had it worn off so fast? Heeseung must’ve built up a tolerance, or maybe it was the strong alcohol.
He worked faster on the window, his hands trembling.
*CLICK*
The window unlocked just as the unmistakable *CLINK* of keys sounded outside the door.
Sunoo pushed the window open, stepping onto the slanted roof.
He pulled it shut behind him and pressed himself against the side, out of sight.
Voices filtered from the guestroom as guards began their search.
Sunoo moved cautiously, inching along the slick roof.
Below, headlights flared as several vans sped out of the driveway.
They were sending search parties.
He kept moving until he reached another window—Heeseung’s room.
*CREAK*
The window opened suddenly, and a man appeared, his face shadowed by the dim light inside. Sunoo froze, his breath caught in his throat.
"They’re gone." the man said flatly.
Sunoo took a step back, his foot slipping slightly on the slick roof tiles.
"Hey! Careful," the man hissed, holding up his hands. "I’m not going to sell you out."
"Stay, the fuck, BACK!" Sunoo snapped, his voice shaky but defiant.
The man sighed, his irritation clear. "Listen, if you don’t want to die, come with me. If you do, I’ll just tell them I found you."
Sunoo hesitated, his grip tightening on the knife.
"Look," the man said, leaning against the window frame, his tone almost bored. "I don’t have all night. You coming or not?"
Sunoo hesitated, then climbed inside, but kept the knife pointed at the man, maintaining his distance.
"Relax," the man said, his hands still raised. "I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to help you escape."
"Why?" Sunoo demanded, his eyes narrowing.
The man smirked, his sharp jawline catching the light. "Oh, c'mon. Do I need a reason to stop someone from dying now?"
He moved toward the door, scanning the hallway before gesturing for Sunoo to follow.
"I'm Sunghoon," he said as they descended the stairs. "Yes, I’m one of the guards. And yes, I’m helping you."
Sunoo didn’t lower his knife, eyeing Sunghoon’s back with suspicion.
They stopped at a door, and Sunghoon punched in a passcode.
The garage opened, revealing sleek cars and motorcycles.
Sunoo’s eyes landed on a Lamborghini, and Sunghoon seemed to notice this.
"We’re not taking that," Sunghoon said, his tone almost teasing. "It’s got a tracker. Plus, Heeseung can remotely control the steering if he ever finds out it's missing. You wanna crash before you’re free?"
He went to a motorcycle, tossing Sunoo a helmet.
He strapped on another for himself, grabbing a couple of guns and a knife, all with practiced ease.
"Why are you really doing this?" Sunoo asked. "Going to hand me over for a bonus and promotion?"
Sunghoon chuckled, the sound low and mocking. "I wish I was insane enough for that."
He mounted the bike, tapping the seat behind him. "Get on. And hold on tight. If you fall, I’m not turning back."
Sunoo hesitated, placing his hands lightly on the back of the seat.
Sunghoon turned, his smirk widening.
He reached back, grabbing Sunoo’s hands and wrapping them around his waist gently. "Don’t be shy now. I’m doing you a favor."
Before Sunoo could protest, the bike roared to life, and they sped into the night.
And now there were two...