Obsessed [Editing]

Chapter 3

A police officer stood before Tyler sitting on the couch with his elbows resting on his knees. "When was the last you saw Hongjoong?"

"Um, yesterday, between 6 and 6:30 a.m."

The man nodded and wrote that down on his notepad. "We need a description of what your friend was wearing at the time of his disappearance."

"He was wearing his usual black work outfit; skinny jeans and a white collared t-shirt. His shoes are red and black Nike. He always has his shoulder bag. Um, all I know is that it's white and has different little art designs. I've never actually gotten a good look at it."

"Do you know what he had in his bag?"

"Yeah, he has the same thing every time; his wallet, keys for the apartment and his bike lock. I don't know how much money he would have in his wallet though."

The scribble of the pen on paper filled the silence, but Tyler thought it was still too quiet. "His age and height?"

"5 foot 8 and he's just turned 23. It was actually his birthday yesterday," Tyler frowned at that and hung his head low. The officer looked up at him and then back down at his notepad. "His kidnapper is male."

The officer paused his writing and averted his surprised gaze back to Tyler. "How do you know of this?"

Tyler looked up with watery eyes. "I heard his voice over the phone. Hongjoong had called me about 30 minutes ago. He sounded scared. I heard screaming and banging coming from his side until the line went dead... I-I'm hoping he's not hurt or worse."

The pen clicked. The policeman pocketed his notepad and pen. "We'll find him, Tyler. Thank you for this vital information."

"Whoever this guy is who kidnapped Hongjoong, I'm hoping he is captured and thrown in jail."

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Hongjoong jolted awake, his heart pounding against his ribs and he frantically looked around with wide eyes, but obviously couldn't see anything due to the blindfold. He could hear mumbling and strained his ears to listen to what was being said.

"Idiot, fucking idiot. You hurt him. You scared him. You promised yourself that you would never hurt your baby."

Hongjoong jumped when he heard a slap. Did... did his kidnapper just slap himself? He heard a creak and footsteps grew closer to where Hongjoong was lying on the bed. After the incident with the whole phone, he passed out from fear.

He tensed when he felt the other side of the bed dip and movement causing it to shift. The man lay close behind him, so close that he could feel his breath on the back of his neck sending tingles down his spine and goosebumps.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Hongjoong rolled over onto his back and turned his head to the right, facing the man. He noticed that his hands weren't tied. Strange, he thought they would be after what happened.

Hongjoong wondered what he looked like. He must be young, maybe around Hongjoong's age, maybe older. What colour was his hair? Did he have any piercings? How tall was he? Did he have siblings? Friends?

What was his name...?

"I know you're awake," he muttered, startling Hongjoong. Jeez, he was so jumpy, he was starting to annoy himself.

"Did... did you s-slap yourself?" He quietly asked and held his breath. The man was so quiet that Hongjoong could barely hear him breathing.

"I deserved it."

Huh?

"Why?"

"I hurt you. I said I'd never hurt you and I broke that promise. I don't like hurting you, but you really upset me." He could hear the frown in his voice.