Dear Honey | HeeJayke

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4: ʜᴏᴍᴇᴍ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴᴏ

Jake's POV

I had so many questions and no answers. All I could do was wait and hope that Heeseung would come home soon. Because until he did, I was trapped in this nightmare, unsure of what was real and what wasn't, and terrified of what might come next.

*KNOCK*

A sharp knock jolted me from my anxious thoughts. My heart raced as I glanced at the clock: 3:17 AM. Who could it be at this hour?

I approached the door cautiously, every nerve on edge. Reluctantly, I opened the door. I saw... Robert, Susan's husband, looking agitated.

"Jake," Robert said, his voice tense. "Good thing you're awake. Sorry to bother you so late. Is Heeseung here? It's urgent."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "H-He's... He's not. What's going on?"

Robert ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "When he visited last night, he left something... personal at our house. So uh, I'm thinking..."

His voice trailed off as he noticed my pale face and trembling hands. "Jake? You okay?"

I forced a nod, my mind racing. Should I tell him? Could I trust him? The weight of the secret felt like it was crushing me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "Just worried about Heeseung. He's... he's not here."

Robert's brow furrowed. "Well...? Where is he?"

I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat. Robert's eyes narrowed, sensing something was off.

"Jake, what's going on?" he pressed. "You good?"

The pressure built inside me until I couldn't hold it anymore. "Robert," I blurted out, "Actually, Heeseung's... Heeseung's missing. And I... I found some tapes. They show... d-dead... dead people..."

Robert's expression changed, growing serious. "Dead...? Jake, I uh- We need to call the police then-"

"No!" I exclaimed, grabbing his arm. My fingers dug into his flesh. "No police. Not yet. I don't know what's going on."

Robert's eyes widened, darting between my face and my hand on his arm. "Jake, let go. You're not thinking straight."

"You don't understand," I hissed, tightening my grip. "Heeseung was there, he said it was all for me. I can't risk-"

"Risk what?" Robert interrupted, his voice sharp. He jerked his arm away. "Jake, you're scaring me. Whatever this is, we need to involve the authorities."

As he reached for his phone, panic surged through me. I couldn't let him call anyone, couldn't let this secret out. Without thinking, I lunged forward, knocking the phone from his hand.

"What are you doing?" he yelled, stumbling back.

"I'm sorry," I gasped, advancing on him. "I just need you to promise you won't tell anyone. Please."

Robert's eyes blazed with fear and anger. "Jake, stop this. Now."

But I couldn't stop. The fear, the confusion, the weight of what I'd seen - it all came crashing down. And as Robert turned to flee, I knew with terrible certainty that I couldn't let him leave. Not now he already knew Heeseung's secrets, my secrets. Not now.

Not ever.

I grabbed his arm with two hands and with all force, I pulled him inside. He fell on the floor as I locked the door and blocked it with my body.