Run | HeeSunSun - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

Sunoo looked down at Sunghoon one last time.
Sunghoon shook his head slowly. "Don't die..." he whispered, barely audible under the storm building in the sky.
Sunoo’s throat tightened.
He didn’t want to go.
He didn’t want to leave him here.
But his legs moved on their own. He got down the brick wall, his shoes slamming against the wet concrete, and the moment his feet hit the ground-
"SUNOO!! COME BACK HERE, YOU STUPID-"
*BANG*
Sunoo flinched so hard his knees buckled.
*BANG* *BANG*
He covered his ears but the noise still cut through like knives.
Every shot made him imagine blood.
Made him picture Sunghoon’s body on the floor, unmoving.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Tears welled up fast, but he didn’t stop to look back... he couldn’t, and he wouldn’t.
And just like that-
He was alone again...
Running again...
The world around him blurred—concrete walls, trash bins, rusted gates.
Then… drops... cold ones, it started raining, hard.
Pouring like the sky itself snapped, and the alley flooded fast.
His soaked clothes stuck to his skin, his feet slipped on every step, but he kept running., he didn’t know where.
His arms wrapped around himself, shivering, breathing harsh.
Everything in him screamed to turn around, to see if Sunghoon was okay, but he didn’t, he kept moving.
Heeseung’s watch beeped faintly under the downpour, he glanced at it, squinting past the water... 3:54 AM.
Soaked...
Alone...
Terrified...
And still fucking running.
Sunoo couldn’t fucking breathe.
His chest was burning, his throat felt raw, and every gasp for air was like swallowing shards of glass.
But he couldn’t stop, not with those assholes right behind him.
He didn’t even look back—he didn’t need to... He could feel them.
His legs were jelly, shaking so bad he thought they might just give out any second.
But he forced himself to keep going.
The rain wasn’t helping, it was coming down in sheets, soaking him to the bone, making his clothes stick and weigh him down.
The pavement was slick as hell, and his shoes kept slipping.
Finally, he burst out of the alleyway, chest heaving so hard it felt like his ribs might crack.
For half a second, he thought he’d see people, cars, some kind of salvation.
Nope.
Just empty-ass streets and houses with all the lights off, like the world had decided to take a nap while he was out here running for his goddamn life.
The only light came from some flickering streetlights, their dim glow making him feel any less alone.
He wanted to scream, cry, maybe both, but there was no time, he just kept running, his shoes splashing through puddles, slipping and sliding on the wet ground like a goddamn idiot.
"Fuck!" he hissed under his breath, nearly losing his balance as he skidded on the pavement.
His arms flailed, trying to keep himself upright.
His lungs were screaming at him, his legs threatening to quit, but he kept pushing forward.
There was no stopping now.
If he stopped, he was dead.
End of story.
He stumbled to the first building, banging on the door with everything he had.
"Please! Please open the door! Help me!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
The door opened just a crack, a shadowy face peeking out. "What do you want?" the person asked, their voice laced with suspicion.
"I’m being chased! Please, let me in, I’ll explain everything, just-"
The door slammed shut before he could finish, the sound echoing in the empty neighborhood.
Sunoo stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, before hearing a low mutter from inside.
"I’m not getting involved with Heeseung," the voice said through the door, and Sunoo’s stomach dropped.
They already knew.
He tried again with another house, pounding on the door like his life depended on it—because it did.
But the lights flicked off inside, leaving him standing in the dark like some unwanted stray.
The next door he knocked on creaked open, revealing a tired-looking middle-aged woman.
He didn’t even give her time to speak.
"Move!" Sunoo burst inside, slamming the door behind him so hard the woman fell back onto the floor.
"Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" she screamed, scrambling backward, her face filled with fear.
"I’m sorry! It’s nothing personal!" Sunoo stammered, his eyes darting to the peephole, and then pressjng his back against the door, trying to catch his breath.
*CLICK*
The unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked froze him in place.
“Turn around slowly. Arms up." a deep voice commanded.
Sunoo turned to see a man standing there, a sniper rifle aimed directly at him.
His heart sank even further.
The woman—clearly his wife—was now standing behind him, her face pale with terror.
"I-I’m sorry," Sunoo started, his voice trembling. "I’m being chased by-"
“Heeseung?” the man interrupted, a cold smirk tugging at his lips.
Sunoo blinked, stunned. "You… know him?"
"Who doesn’t?" the man replied, lowering the rifle slightly but keeping his finger on the trigger.
"He’s like a damn legend around here. Except legends aren’t supposed to be real. But him? Oh, he’s real, alright."
Sunoo swallowed hard, panic swirling in his chest.
Slowly, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head. "Please… please help me. I don’t wanna die. I’m not even from here, and I-"
"Shut it, kid." the man snapped, cutting him off, and lowering the rifle.
He glanced at his wife and nodded, and without hesitation, she sprang into action.
The woman moved, shutting all the blinds and locking the windows like they've been waiting for this.
She opened drawers, pulling out guns and cocking them with a calmness that chilled Sunoo to the bone.
The man knelt by the window, rifle in hand, peeking out just enough to see without exposing himself.
"Here’s the plan…" he muttered, his voice low and steady.
Heeseung's car screeched to a stop in the middle of the empty street.
The rain poured relentlessly, bouncing off the black hood of the car.
Heeseung stepped out, his every move screaming arrogance.
A man followed behind him, holding an umbrella over his head, while his men dragged a bruised and battered Sunghoon out of the car.
Sunghoon’s mouth was covered with duct tape, his eyes dark but defiant.
"Remove the tape." Heeseung ordered, his voice calm, almost bored, as if this was all routine.
One of his men yanked the tape off.
Sunghoon winced but refused to let out a sound.
Heeseung crouched in front of him, pulling out a pistol.
Without hesitation, he shoved the barrel into Sunghoon’s mouth, his expression twisting into something feral.
"Call for Sunoo." he hissed, his tone dripping with venom. "Scream for him. Beg him to save you. Or I’ll paint this street with your brains, and once I’m done, I’ll make sure he watches me do the same to him. Slowly."
Heeseung pulled the gun out, letting the words hang in the air.
Sunghoon’s chest heaved as he stared at him, defiance flashing in his eyes.
Heeseung tilted his head, waiting, amused.
When Sunghoon finally opened his mouth, it wasn’t to call for Sunoo.
Instead, he spat at Heeseung, the spit landing squarely on his pristine shirt.
Heeseung stared at it for a moment before he smirked, unbothered.
He stood up, adjusting his shirt as if nothing had happened.
Then, with no warning, BANG.
Heeseung fired a shot into the air.
The sudden sound made his umbrella-holder flinch, dropping the umbrella entirely, leaving Heeseung exposed to the rain.
He slowly looked at the man, his expression deadly.
But instead of reacting, he inhaled deeply and turned his head toward the dark, empty houses.
"SUNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Heeseung screamed, his voice reverberating through the storm.
His men flinched at the sheer intensity.
"COME OUT, OR I’LL FUCKING KILL THIS BITCH OF YOURS!"
Silence followed, broken only by the pounding rain.
Heeseung sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment, and cocked his gun, aiming it at Sunghoon’s head.
Sunghoon flinched but didn’t break.
"HEY!"
The shout came from a nearby house.
Everyone turned to see a man standing under the porch light, holding someone with a sack over their head and their hands tied behind their back.
"Is this who you’re looking for?" the man called out, dragging the figure forward.
"He barged onto my property."
The man yanked the sack off, and Heeseung’s face broke into a sinister grin.
"Sunoo..." he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
"NO! PLEASE DON’T GIVE HIM TO THEM!" Sunghoon pleaded, his voice raw and desperate.
Sunoo, soaking wet and shivering, looked at Heeseung with defiance in his eyes.
"Let him go, Heeseung. I’ll come with you." he said, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through him.
The man shoved Sunoo forward, dragging him into the pouring rain.
Sunoo’s hands were still bound, but his head was held high.
Heeseung let out a mocking laugh. "Who the fuck do you think you are to make a deal with me, huh? You think I’m so obsessed with you that I’d let this asshole go?"
He stepped closer, twirling his gun in his hand.
"You’re dreaming."
Sunoo swallowed hard, but he didn’t look away.
"You didn’t even play my game." Heeseung continued, his smile widening into something monstrous.
"I was just gonna take you back. Torture you a little. Break you piece by piece. Make you beg me to stop. But now? Now I’m pissed."
Sunoo took a shaky breath. "If that’s what you want…"
Before Heeseung could respond, a gunshot rang out.
*BANG*
One of Heeseung’s men dropped to the ground, blood pooling around him.
Heeseung spun around, spotting the source—a woman marching toward them, a sniper rifle in her hands.
It was the wife from earlier.
She fired again, forcing the men to scatter.
"GET HER!" Heeseung roared.
Chaos erupted.
The husband who had been holding Sunoo tackled Heeseung, the gun in Heeseung’s hand firing wildly into the air.
Sunoo scrambled to help, turns out his wrists weren't tied at all, kicking the gun away, but Heeseung lashed out, driving his boot into Sunoo’s stomach.
*BANG*
The husband took a shot to his side, collapsing with a grunt.
The wife ducked behind a trash can, sniping Heeseung’s men.
Sunghoon, still bound, frantically worked at the duct tape on his wrists using a sharp necklace he’d hidden in his pocket.
*RIP*
The tape gave way, and Sunghoon wasted no time.
He grabbed a fallen gun, taking cover behind the car, and started firing back.
His shots were wild but effective, taking down man after man.
When the dust settled, all of Heeseung’s men were dead.
Heeseung, breathing heavily, stood in the middle of the carnage.
A red laser dot danced on his chest... the wife's sniper aim locked on him.
He grabbed the man who had tackled him, dragging him upright and pressing his gun to his head.
"This your husband, whore? SHOOT ME, AND HE FUCKING DIES!"
Sunoo stepped forward, his voice steady despite the storm and tension.
"Try."
Heeseung froze at the sound of a *CLICK* behind his head.
He turned his head slightly, just enough to see Sunghoon standing there, holding a gun to the back of his head.
"Looking for this?" Sunoo said, waving the magazine he’d taken from Heeseung’s gun.
"I replaced it when you kicked me, asshole."
Heeseung’s face twisted in rage, but he didn’t move as Sunoo pointed his own gun at him.
Now, there were three guns pointed at him.
The man stood up slowly, clutching his side but grinning through the pain.
He tapped his chest, revealing a bulletproof vest, so did Sunoo and the wife.
"So, I've heard that you’ve been trapping people and torturing them," he said coldly. "Tell me where they are. Now."
Heeseung scoffed, "What makes you think I’d-"
*BANG*
Sunoo shot Heeseung in the leg without hesitation.
The sharp crack of the gunfire echoed through the rain, and Heeseung crumpled to the ground, clutching his leg as blood mixed with the puddles.
"Tell me where they are." Sunoo demanded, his voice calm but cold.
"I don’t-"
*BANG*
The second shot hit Heeseung’s other leg, eliciting a pained scream that cut through the storm.
"STOP! FUCK! STOP!" Heeseung writhed, his face twisted in agony. "Fine! FINE!"
Sunghoon hauled Heeseung to the car, shoving him in the passenger seat.
Sunoo slid into the back with the wife and her husband, their expressions unreadable in the dim light, they seem tense and nervous about something.
Sunghoon took the wheel, and Heeseung, gritting his teeth against the pain, gave directions to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
The air was thick with tension as they followed his instructions.
When they arrived, Heeseung led them down into a mysterious basement, limping heavily.
He barked orders to his men to leave, his voice shaky but laced with authority.
The sight inside the basement stopped them cold.
Rows of people... bruised, beaten, and stripped of their dignity... were bound and helpless.
Among them, the wife and husband spotted two familiar faces.
"My..." the wife whispered, her voice breaking as she rushed to untie her daughters, who were huddled together, their small bodies trembling. "My babies..."
The older girl, 17, clung to her younger sister, barely 9, both sobbing as their parents embraced them.
Sunghoon stood frozen, his fists clenched, tears glistening in his eyes, he remembered his sister...
Sunoo placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.
They worked quickly to untie the captives, some too weak to stand, others clutching one another in fear and relief.
Heeseung was dragged back outside, his body slumping against the slick pavement as the rain continued to pour.
Sunoo crouched beside him, his gaze piercing.
"Sorry for not playing your game, Heeseung." he said, his voice laced with quiet menace.
"Let’s play another round."
Heeseung looked up at him, his face pale and his lips trembling, but he said nothing.
Sunoo leaned in close, his breath hot against Heeseung’s ear.
"Run."
Heeseung froze, his body trembling.
When Sunoo cocked the gun, the sound jolted him into action.
He scrambled to his feet, his legs dragging beneath him as he stumbled forward, crying and screaming in desperation.
"Run!" Sunoo barked, his voice slicing through the storm.
Heeseung ran, his wounded legs barely carrying him as blood trailed in his trail.
He made it no further than a hundred feet before Sunoo nodded toward the wife.
She raised her sniper rifle, her hands steady despite the trembling in her heart.
*BANG*
Heeseung’s body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, the rain washing away the last remnants of his cruelty.
For a long moment, no one moved.
Then Sunoo exhaled.
"It’s over." he said, though his voice carried the weight of every soul that had suffered under Heeseung’s hand.
Sunghoon looked at the wife and her husband, now holding their daughters tightly, and nodded.
"Let’s go home."