BOUND BY OBSESSION|| L.HS X S.JY

T H R E E

CHAPTER THREE: THE MONSTER IN THE ROOM

'AURTHOR'

The hours dragged on, but sleep didn’t come to Jaeyun. His mind was racing, trapped in an endless loop of fear and confusion. He couldn’t comprehend what had just happened, why he was here, or why Lee Heeseung—the infamous mafia king—had taken such an interest in him. Heeseung was a man with the power to do whatever he wanted, someone feared by everyone, and yet, he had kept Jaeyun alive.

Why? That question haunted him.

The door creaked open, and Jaeyun’s heart skipped a beat. He froze, his body instinctively stiffening as Heeseung entered the room. His cold presence filled the space, the air becoming thick with tension as his dark gaze settled on Jaeyun.

Heeseung said nothing at first, just stood there, his eyes never leaving Jaeyun. It was as if he was watching every twitch, every breath Jaeyun took, like a predator observing its prey. The silence felt unbearable, and Jaeyun’s mind raced, trying to figure out what Heeseung wanted from him.

“Still awake?” Heeseung finally spoke, his voice low and calm, but there was something unsettling about the way he spoke—as if he already knew the answer, as if he enjoyed watching Jaeyun’s fear.

Jaeyun swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I—yeah, I can’t sleep.” The words came out shakier than he intended, betraying the fear that was bubbling just beneath the surface.

Heeseung stepped closer, and Jaeyun instinctively scooted back, his back pressing against the headboard. Heeseung’s lips curled into a small, almost amused smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Those eyes were cold, dark, and unreadable.

“Why so scared, Jaeyun?” he asked, his tone eerily casual, as if they were having a normal conversation. “You’ve been here for hours, and I haven’t hurt you. Yet.”

The last word hung in the air, dripping with menace. Jaeyun’s pulse quickened, his breath shallow as panic set in. He didn’t understand Heeseung’s behavior. One moment he was calm, almost detached, and the next, there was this undercurrent of danger, like he could snap at any second.

“W-why are you doing this?” Jaeyun stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He had to know, had to understand what was going on. “I don’t even know you… I didn’t do anything…”

Heeseung’s smile faded, replaced by something colder, more menacing. He leaned closer, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Jaeyun’s face. The touch was light, almost tender, but it sent a chill down Jaeyun’s spine.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Heeseung said, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous. “You saw something you shouldn’t have, and that makes you mine to deal with.”

Jaeyun’s breath hitched as Heeseung’s fingers lingered near his cheek. He wanted to pull away, but he was too terrified to move. The way Heeseung looked at him, like he was something fragile, something he could break at any moment, made Jaeyun feel utterly powerless.

“I… I won’t say anything,” Jaeyun whispered, desperately trying to reason with him. “I swear, I’ll forget everything—”

“Shh,” Heeseung cut him off, his finger pressing lightly against Jaeyun’s lips. “You don’t get it, do you? It’s not about what you’ll say. It’s about control.”

Jaeyun’s eyes widened, confusion mixing with the fear. Control? What did that mean?

Heeseung’s smile returned, this time more sinister. “I don’t care if the cops find out. They can’t touch me. But you…” His eyes darkened, and Jaeyun’s stomach twisted with dread. “I like having you here, scared and helpless. It’s... entertaining.”

Jaeyun’s heart pounded in his chest as the realization dawned on him—Heeseung wasn’t just keeping him here because he witnessed something. This was about something else, something far more disturbing. Heeseung enjoyed seeing him like this, trapped and terrified. Heeseung was toying with him.

“You’re sick,” Jaeyun muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

For a brief moment, Heeseung’s expression flickered, something cold and dangerous flashing in his eyes. Then, without warning, he grabbed Jaeyun by the chin, forcing him to look up at him. His grip was firm, almost painful, but his smile didn’t waver.

“Maybe,” Heeseung said, his voice soft, almost a whisper. “But that doesn’t change anything. You’re still mine now.”

Jaeyun’s breath quickened, his chest tightening as Heeseung’s grip held him in place. He felt trapped, like he was drowning under the weight of Heeseung’s gaze. This man—this monster—didn’t care about anything but control. There was no reasoning with him, no escape. Heeseung didn’t just want to keep him here—he wanted to own him, to make him submit.

Heeseung’s thumb brushed over Jaeyun’s lips, and Jaeyun flinched, his heart racing as a cold wave of panic washed over him.

“Be careful what you say,” Heeseung warned, his tone dangerously low. “I might lose my patience.”

Jaeyun’s throat tightened, and he nodded quickly, terrified of what Heeseung might do if he pushed him too far. Heeseung’s smile returned, and he released Jaeyun’s chin, standing up and taking a step back.

“Get some sleep,” Heeseung said, his voice calm again, as if the conversation hadn’t just taken a dark turn. “You’ll need it.”

Jaeyun watched in stunned silence as Heeseung turned and walked out of the room, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

As soon as Heeseung was gone, Jaeyun let out a shaky breath, his entire body trembling with fear. He didn’t understand Heeseung’s behavior, but one thing was clear—this wasn’t just about him being a witness. There was something far more twisted at play here, something that made Jaeyun’s skin crawl.

He was trapped, and Heeseung wasn’t going to let him go.