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

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CHAPTER SEVEN: THE STORM WITHIN

Jaeyun sat in the dimly lit room, his back pressed against the cold wall. The suffocating silence gnawed at his nerves, but it was better than being around Heeseung. Being in this mansion felt like being in a cage, though Heeseung had never explicitly said Jaeyun was a prisoner. Still, the isolation, the unnerving stillness, and the way everyone in the house obeyed Heeseung without question left no doubt in Jaeyun’s mind—he was trapped.

His gaze lingered on the door, heart pounding as if expecting Heeseung to come in at any moment. The tension had been building for days now, and Jaeyun could feel the shift in Heeseung’s demeanor. What had once been unsettling was now terrifying—Heeseung’s intense focus on him, the cold, possessive way he stared. Something dark simmered beneath Heeseung’s calm façade, and Jaeyun had no idea how to handle it.

The door creaked open, causing Jaeyun’s breath to catch in his throat. But it wasn’t Heeseung. It was Kim Sunoo, Heeseung’s loyal bodyguard.

Sunoo entered the room quietly, his expression unreadable as his sharp eyes swept over Jaeyun. There was always an air of professionalism with Sunoo, though Jaeyun knew better than to trust him. Sunoo was loyal to Heeseung and only Heeseung.

“Heeseung sent me to check on you,” Sunoo said, his voice steady and calm.

Jaeyun blinked, unsure of what to say. Sunoo didn’t look at him with the same intensity as Heeseung did, but there was still something calculating about him. Despite his softer demeanor, Sunoo was still dangerous.

“I’m fine,” Jaeyun muttered, though the shakiness in his voice betrayed him. In truth, he was far from fine.

Sunoo raised an eyebrow but didn’t question him further. “Stay out of Heeseung’s way today,” he warned, his voice lowering as if offering some kind of advice.

Jaeyun’s stomach churned. “What do you mean?”

Sunoo glanced toward the door, his expression hardening for just a second. “He’s in a bad mood. Don’t make things worse.”

Before Jaeyun could ask anything more, Sunoo turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence that followed felt even more oppressive than before. A sense of dread settled over Jaeyun as he mulled over Sunoo’s words.

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Later that evening, Jaeyun found himself standing in the lavish dining room, facing Heeseung across the long table. The dim light cast shadows along the walls, and Heeseung sat at the head of the table, calmly sipping his wine. Yet his gaze never left Jaeyun. It was an unyielding, suffocating stare that made Jaeyun’s skin crawl.

“You’ve been quiet today,” Heeseung remarked, his voice low and even.

Jaeyun swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. “There’s nothing to say.”

Heeseung’s lips curled into a dark smirk. “Nothing to say? You act like you don’t understand why you’re here.”

Jaeyun flinched at the cold amusement in Heeseung’s tone. “Why am I here?” he asked, his voice sharper than he intended. “You could’ve killed me, but you didn’t. Why keep me here like this?”

Heeseung set his glass down, the sound echoing through the room. He stood slowly, his gaze darkening as he approached Jaeyun with deliberate steps. There was something predatory in the way Heeseung moved, like a hunter circling its prey.

“You’re here because I want you here,” Heeseung said, his voice smooth but laced with an undercurrent of danger.

Jaeyun’s breath hitched as Heeseung stopped inches from him. The close proximity sent Jaeyun’s heart racing, but not in the way it had when he first met Heeseung. This wasn’t attraction—it was fear. Pure, unfiltered fear.

“You saw something you shouldn’t have,” Heeseung continued, his gaze boring into Jaeyun’s. “And now, you’re mine.”

Jaeyun’s pulse quickened. There was that word again—mine. It sent a shiver of unease through him. “I didn’t ask for this,” Jaeyun muttered, barely holding back the tremor in his voice. “You can’t just… keep me here forever.”

Heeseung’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “Can’t I?”

Jaeyun’s chest tightened. Heeseung was playing some twisted game, and Jaeyun didn’t know the rules. But what scared him most was that Heeseung didn’t seem to care about logic or reason. There was something unhinged beneath that cool, calm surface—something that Jaeyun was only just beginning to understand.

Heeseung reached out, his fingers brushing against Jaeyun’s cheek. It should’ve been a gentle gesture, but it felt anything but. Jaeyun’s skin crawled at the touch, and he forced himself to remain still, not wanting to provoke Heeseung further.

“You’re not going anywhere, Jaeyun,” Heeseung whispered, his voice soft but laced with steel. “You belong to me now. And I don’t let go of what’s mine.”

Jaeyun’s stomach twisted into knots. Heeseung’s words echoed in his mind, wrapping around him like chains. There was no escape, no reasoning with him. Heeseung had decided that Jaeyun was his, and nothing Jaeyun said or did would change that.

“I won’t be your prisoner forever,” Jaeyun said, though his voice trembled with fear.

Heeseung chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing down Jaeyun’s face before pulling back. “You’re not a prisoner, Jaeyun. You’re much more than that.”

Jaeyun clenched his fists, the weight of Heeseung’s words sinking in. He didn’t fully understand what Heeseung meant, but he knew enough. He was in danger—more than he ever imagined.

Heeseung’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before he stepped back. “Get some rest,” he said, his tone shifting back to its usual coldness. “You’ll need it.”

With that, Heeseung turned and left the room, leaving Jaeyun alone in the suffocating silence once again. But even in Heeseung’s absence, Jaeyun felt his presence everywhere. The walls seemed to close in on him, and the shadows grew darker, filled with the weight of Heeseung’s obsession.

As Jaeyun sat down, his thoughts raced. He didn’t know how long he could endure this, how long he could survive under Heeseung’s control. But one thing was clear—Heeseung wasn’t just keeping him here because of what he had seen. There was something else at play, something far more dangerous than Jaeyun had anticipated.

And no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, Jaeyun couldn’t shake the fear that Heeseung’s obsession was only just beginning.