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Trapped in Dark Shadows || JHS

Y/n's breath came in short gasps as she sprinted through the narrow alleyways of Seoul. The night air was thick with humidity, and her clothes clung to her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest, not just from the exertion but from the sheer terror that gripped her. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide with fear.

"Run, run, my little doll," Hoseok's voice echoed in her mind, a haunting melody of cruelty and obsession.

Y/n had been planning her escape for months, meticulously mapping out each step. She thought she had been so careful, so clever. But Hoseok was always one step ahead, a shadow she couldn't shake.

As she rounded a corner, she collided with a solid figure. She stumbled back, her eyes meeting the cold, dark gaze of Jung Hoseok. His lips curled into a twisted smile, his hand reaching out to grip her wrist with a vice-like hold.

"Going somewhere, baby girl?" His voice was deceptively sweet, a sickening contrast to the malice in his eyes.

"Hoseok, please," Y/n begged, her voice trembling. "Let me go. I can't do this anymore."

Hoseok's grip tightened, and he yanked her closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Oh, sweetheart, you know you can't escape me. You're mine."

Tears streamed down Y/n's face as she struggled against him, but it was futile. Hoseok was strong, and his obsession was a cage she couldn't break free from.

He dragged her back to his luxurious penthouse, a prison disguised as paradise. He shoved her inside, slamming the door shut behind them. Y/n stumbled to the floor, her knees scraping against the cold marble.

Hoseok knelt beside her, his fingers brushing her hair back from her face. "Don't cry, darling. I hate seeing you sad."

"Fuck you, Hoseok," Y/n spat, her voice filled with defiance despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

Hoseok's smile widened, a chilling sight. "Such a dirty mouth on my pretty girl. Maybe I should teach you some manners."

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You belong to me, Y/n. And you need to understand that."

Y/n's eyes burned with a mixture of rage and despair. "I'll never be yours, Hoseok. You can't make me love you."

Hoseok chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Love? Oh, sweetheart, love is such a simple, foolish thing. What we have is much deeper, much darker. It's an obsession, an addiction."

He stood, pulling her up with him. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, my little angel. We have a long night ahead of us."

Y/n shuddered as he led her to the bathroom, his touch both tender and terrifying. She knew there was no escape from Hoseok, no way out of the twisted web he had woven around her. And as much as she fought against it, a part of her feared that he was right.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Y/n's life became a blur of fear and submission. Hoseok's cruelty knew no bounds, but he masked it with a veneer of affection that made her skin crawl.

"Morning, sunshine," Hoseok greeted her one day, his voice dripping with false cheerfulness.

Y/n sat at the dining table, staring blankly at the untouched breakfast before her. She had lost her appetite long ago, the constant dread turning her stomach to knots.

"Eat up, darling. You need your strength," Hoseok cooed, sitting across from her. "We've got a busy day today."

Y/n's eyes flicked up to meet his. "What do you want from me, Hoseok?"

He reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. "I want you to be happy, baby girl. I want you to love me."

"That's never going to happen," Y/n said, her voice flat. "You can't force someone to love you."

Hoseok's expression darkened, his grip tightening on her hand. "You will love me, Y/n. Or you'll suffer until you do."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, but she blinked them back. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. Not yet.

One night, as Hoseok slept beside her, Y/n made another attempt to escape. She moved slowly, carefully, slipping out of bed and tiptoeing to the door. Her heart pounded in her chest, each step a gamble.

Just as she reached for the doorknob, a hand clamped around her wrist. She gasped, spinning around to find Hoseok's cold eyes staring back at her.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" His voice was a dangerous whisper.

"I...I can't stay here," Y/n stammered, her voice shaking.

Hoseok's grip tightened painfully, and he yanked her back towards the bed. "You think you can just walk out on me? After everything I've done for you?"

Y/n's eyes blazed with fury. "Done for me? You've ruined my life, Hoseok! You're a fucking monster!"

Hoseok's expression twisted with rage, and he backhanded her across the face. Y/n cried out, falling to the floor. He stood over her, his eyes wild.

"You don't get to talk to me like that, you ungrateful bitch," he snarled. "You belong to me, and you will stay with me. No matter what."

Y/n lay on the floor, her cheek throbbing, her spirit shattered. She knew then that there was no escape, no freedom from Hoseok's grasp. She was his, forever trapped in the shadows of his twisted love.

Years passed, and Y/n's spirit was worn down to a mere shadow of what it once was. She learned to survive, to endure the torment and the twisted affection. Hoseok's obsession never waned, and his cruelty remained a constant reminder of her captivity.

"Look at you, my beautiful doll," Hoseok murmured one evening, his fingers tracing the outline of her face. "So perfect, so mine."

Y/n no longer had the strength to fight, her resistance a distant memory. She had become a hollow shell, her will broken by the relentless cycle of abuse and obsession.

"Yes, Hoseok," she whispered, her voice devoid of emotion.

Hoseok smiled, satisfied. "That's my good girl."

And so, Y/n remained, alive but not truly living, trapped in the darkness of Hoseok's twisted love. The bad ending she had feared had become her reality, a never-ending nightmare from which she could never awaken.