Dear Honey | HeeJayke

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Third Person's POV

"August 15, 1979..."

Heeseung adjusted the camera, the red recording light illuminating his face. He muttered the date softly, "August 15, 1979," a hint of excitement in his voice. "Today is a special day. It's mine and Jake's anniversary."

He leaned back, a dreamy smile spreading across his face. "Jake, I wish you could see this. My work. For us. You make everything worthwhile. Being with you is like living a dream, and I can't believe how lucky I am. You're my everything. I’m doing this for us."

His expression shifted from adoration to something darker. "This... it’s all for you, Jake. Every moment, every scene, it’s all a testament to our love. I can't stop myself anymore, the devil... my... book... it took me..."

A muffled scream interrupted his monologue. Heeseung’s eyes narrowed, and he turned to address the source of the noise. Behind him, a girl was bound and gagged, her eyes wide with terror.

Heeseung walked over to her, a menacing grin on his face. "Meet the star of today’s performance," he said, pulling her roughly into view. "Say hello to the camera, Emily."

Emily’s screams intensified as he yanked the gag from her mouth. "Please, let me go! I haven’t done anything to you!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

Heeseung’s smile widened. "I told myself I’d find someone special for today. After all, it’s not every day you celebrate an anniversary." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You’re just perfect for this. You look just like what I imagined Kayleen to look like..."

Emily struggled against her restraints, her sobs filling the room. "Please, please don’t do this," she begged.

Heeseung ignored her pleas, turning back to the camera. "This is Lee Heeseung, for The Watcher, Chapter 27," he announced, his tone professional, as if he were introducing a scene in a movie.

He stepped out of the frame briefly, returning with a baseball bat. Emily’s eyes widened in horror, her body trembling. "No, no, please!" she cried, trying to crawl away.

Heeseung raised the bat, his eyes cold and unfeeling. With a swift, brutal motion, he brought it down on Emily’s leg. She screamed in agony, the sound echoing off the walls. Heeseung didn’t stop, delivering blow after blow, each strike accompanied by a sickening thud.

"SHUT UP!" he shouted, his face contorted with rage. He paused, breathing heavily, and looked into the camera. "This... this is what it takes to create art. You have to be willing to do anything, to push boundaries, to make sacrifices."

He knelt beside Emily, her body now limp and bloodied. "You’re part of something beautiful," he whispered to her, almost tenderly. "Something that will last forever."

Heeseung stood up, adjusting his blood-splattered shirt. He turned to the camera once more, his expression calm and composed. He kneeled down...

"Happy Anniversary, Honey."