Dear Honey | HeeJayke

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7: ᴊᴜʟɢᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴏ

Jake's POV

I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer, my hand shaking as I flicked on the basement lights. Every creak of the wooden stairs sent a chill down my spine, but I forced myself to keep moving. The smell of old boxes and damp concrete hit me as I reached the bottom, gripping the knife tightly, scanning the room for any sign of movement.

"Jake."

The voice nearly stopped my heart. I spun around, almost dropping the blade. There, leaning casually against the far wall, was Heeseung. The dim bulb overhead cast eerie shadows on his face, but the slight smile on his lips was unmistakable. I blinked hard, convinced that my mind was playing tricks on me. But when I opened my eyes, he was still there.

"Heeseung...?" My voice cracked, just... barely above a whisper.

"I missed you, honey." Heeseung spoke as if he'd just come back from a quick trip to the store, not like he'd been gone for a week, not like I'd been left alone to clean up his fucking mess.

Rage surged through me, wiping out any trace of shock. "FUCK YOU!" I screamed, lunging at him with the knife. But Heeseung moved too quickly. In a single motion, he disarmed me and slammed me against the cold concrete wall, his body pressed against mine.

"My baby, I'm very proud of you." he whispered, his breath warm on my ear.

I fought against his grip, my anger flaring up even more. "WHAT KIND OF SICK FUCK ARE YOU?!" I broke free, swinging wildly at him, my fists landing on his chest, his shoulders. He didn't fight back, just let me hit him, let my punches connect without even trying to defend himself.

"You actually killed someone to... protect me..." Heeseung said, and there was a twisted pride in his voice that made me want to throw up.

My mind stumbled over his words. "What?! I KILLED ROBERT TO PROTECT MYSELF!" I shouted, the words ripping out of me.

Heeseung chuckled, a dark, unsettling sound. "Self-defense is different from not wanting to be exposed."

My thoughts raced. How did he know about Robert? I glanced at the tarp-covered body in the corner, panic tightening my chest, then looked back at Heeseung. "The VHS tapes," I said, my voice shaking. "You said it was all for me. What the hell did you mean?"

His smile grew wider, more sinister. "Ah, you found those. Well, Jake, you're part of a novel I've been writing. Those girls in the tapes? They're just props for my story."

The words made me feel sick, a wave of nausea washing over me. "Props? PROPS? They were people, Heeseung! Real fucking people!"

"Art requires sacrifice." he said with a casual shrug, as if that could explain it all.

I lunged at him again, but he easily sidestepped me. "You're insane." I spat, my voice trembling with disgust. "I'm nothing like you."

His gaze drifted to Robert's body, and I felt my heart skip a beat. "Well..." he said.

Fuck.

My eyes followed his, landing on the lifeless body before looking down at my own trembling hands. "That was different." I mumbled, my voice faltering.

"Was it?" Heeseung's tone was calm, almost soothing. "You killed him, hid the body, and framed an innocent man. Sounds pretty familiar to me."

I shook my head violently, trying to shake off his words, trying to make sense of it all. "No, no, no. I didn't have a choice. You... you made me do this!"