Dear Honey | HeeJayke

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Third Person's POV

"February 14, 1979..."

Heeseung adjusted the camera, the familiar red recording light flickering to life. His face was calm, almost serene, as he muttered the date under his breath.

He sat back, a contented smile playing on his lips. "Just got back after treating Jake for Valentine's. It was... fun. Being with him, it's always fun." He paused, the smile slowly fading as he fell into a contemplative silence.

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"I'm doing this for you, Jake."

Behind him, girl screamed, her voice raw with fear and desperation. Heeseung glanced over his shoulder, irritation flickering across his features before he turned back to the camera. "I told myself I'd make use of Cassie as much as I can. But I can't help it," he said, shaking his head with a faint smile. "I wrote another scene in my book, I love the thrill. Cassie's dead. I can't be using a dead body for my work."

He stood up, walking over to the girl bound and gagged behind him. Heeseung grabbed her arm and yanked her into view of the camera. "Ladies and gentlemen, Julianne." The girl sobbed, her eyes wide with terror. Heeseung leaned in and pulled the gag from her mouth, but before he could react, she bit down on his hand.

"Agh- Fuck! You fucking bitch! Grgrh!" he snarled, jerking his hand away and clutching it in pain. His eyes blazed with fury as he grabbed a nearby bottle of wine. With a swift, brutal motion, he smashed the bottle against her head. Julianne screamed, blood streaming down her forehead.

"I need you beaten up anyway," Heeseung said coldly, watching the blood drip from her wound. He knelt in front of the camera, his expression composed once more. "This is Lee Heeseung, for The Watcher, Chapter 21."

He stood up and walked off-camera, leaving Julianne to cry and plead. Her eyes widened as she saw Heeseung return, an apron now covering his clothes and a roaring chainsaw in his hands.

"No, no, NO, NO! HELP! PLEASE NO! OH GOD," she screamed, thrashing against her restraints. Heeseung raised the chainsaw, the noise deafening in the confined space. But just as suddenly, he stopped, lowering the chainsaw and turning back to the camera to check if it was still recording.

"YOU SICK FUCK!" Julianne screamed, tears streaming down her face.

Heeseung turned to her, scoffed, then eyes back at the camera. "You should be thankful I only needed a photo," he said, setting the chainsaw aside. He stepped out of frame again, leaving Julianne to catch her breath.

"My name is Julianne Sanchez," she began, her voice trembling but determined. "If I'm ever reported missing, my captor is Lee Heeseung, 20. I met him on a dating app, we met at-"

*BASH*

Julianne's head snapped to the side as Heeseung struck her with a hammer, her body going limp as she lost consciousness. Heeseung stood over her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You can never escape me, Kayleen..." he muttered.

"CUT!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the now silent room. He moved to the camera, muttering something under his breath before turning it off.

"Smart move, bitch..."