CHAPTER FOURTEEN:THE MISSING HEIR
Across town, the looming Sim Empire headquarters towered above the city, its CEO seated in the vast, sterile office. Sim Donghae, Jaeyun’s father, was a man of power and control, his reputation unshakable in the corporate world. He was cold, calculating, and ruthless—a man who viewed emotions as weaknesses and family as tools. Jaeyun had always been an outsider in his father’s eyes, a disappointment, a weak link in the bloodline.
Inside his office, Donghae leaned back in his leather chair, reading over quarterly reports when one of his men approached, clearing his throat to get the CEO’s attention.
"Sir," the man said, bowing slightly as he stood in front of Donghae's desk. "We’ve received word. It seems your son, Jaeyun, has gone missing."
Donghae didn’t even glance up from the report he was reading. His fingers lazily flipped the page as if the news meant nothing to him. “And?”
The man blinked, clearly surprised by the indifference. “He... hasn’t been seen in days. We believe it may be foul play. Should we mobilize security, sir? Start an investigation?”
Donghae finally looked up from his papers, his gaze hard and cold as ice. “No.”
The man hesitated, confused. “Sir? But it’s your son. If he’s been kidnapped, we should—”
Donghae held up a hand, silencing the man instantly. His lip curled into a faint sneer as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Jaeyun has been nothing but a disappointment his entire life. Weak, soft, and utterly useless. If someone took him, they did me a favor.”
The man swallowed, shocked at the callousness of his employer. He opened his mouth to speak but found himself at a loss for words. Donghae waved him off dismissively.
“I have no time to waste on a son who couldn’t even fulfill his basic responsibilities. Let him rot wherever he is.” Donghae’s tone was final, devoid of any fatherly concern. “Now, if that’s all, I’d suggest you return to matters that actually concern me.”
The man bowed again, though this time his movements were stiff with discomfort. “Yes, sir. As you wish.”
As the door closed behind him, Donghae’s gaze returned to his reports, completely unmoved by his son's disappearance. In his mind, Jaeyun was no longer his problem.
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Back at Heeseung’s mansion, the tension between Heeseung and Jaeyun continued to grow. Heeseung’s obsession had only deepened, his eyes lingering on Jaeyun as if studying every inch of him, memorizing every detail. Jaeyun had no idea why Heeseung was keeping him, but it was clear that the mafia king enjoyed the control he had over him.
One afternoon, Jaeyun sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of the isolation pressing down on him. His thoughts wandered to his father—did he even know Jaeyun was missing? Was anyone looking for him? Surely his father’s wealth and power could track him down. But as the hours passed, Jaeyun began to doubt that. He hadn’t exactly been close to his father, who had always regarded him as a failure.
Heeseung entered the room silently, as he often did. Jaeyun looked up, startled by the sudden presence. Heeseung didn’t say a word, simply walking to the window and staring out at the vast grounds of the estate. His back was to Jaeyun, but the silence between them was heavy, almost suffocating.
“Heeseung…” Jaeyun’s voice was hesitant, almost too quiet to be heard.
Heeseung didn’t turn around, his hands clasped behind his back as he spoke, his voice calm but laced with something darker. “What is it?”
Jaeyun swallowed nervously, his fingers twisting together. “Why are you keeping me here? What do you want from me?”
For a moment, Heeseung said nothing, the question hanging in the air between them. Then, slowly, he turned to face Jaeyun, his gaze cold yet intense, like a predator watching its prey.
“You don’t need to know why,” Heeseung said, his voice smooth. “You only need to understand one thing: you’re not going anywhere.”
Jaeyun felt a chill run down his spine at Heeseung’s words. There was something in Heeseung’s eyes—something possessive, something that terrified Jaeyun but that he couldn’t fully understand.
“But my father—” Jaeyun began, trying to cling to some hope of rescue.
Heeseung cut him off with a sharp laugh, his eyes narrowing. “Your father doesn’t care about you, Jaeyun. He hasn’t for years. If you’re holding out hope that he’ll come for you… you’re wasting your time.”
The harshness of Heeseung’s words hit Jaeyun harder than he expected. Deep down, he had always known his father didn’t care for him, but hearing it said so bluntly made the truth sting all the more.
Seeing Jaeyun’s pained expression, Heeseung’s smile faded, replaced with that familiar calculating look. He walked closer, his steps slow and deliberate, until he was standing right in front of Jaeyun. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Jaeyun’s face, his touch deceptively soft.
“You belong to me now,” Heeseung murmured, his voice almost tender but filled with a dangerous edge. “Don’t waste your time thinking about a man who never cared. I’m the only one you need to worry about.”
Jaeyun flinched at the words, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from Heeseung’s touch. The intensity in Heeseung’s gaze made it clear that there was no escaping this, no escaping him. Jaeyun was trapped, not just physically, but emotionally. And the realization of that made his heart sink even further into despair.
Heeseung’s thumb brushed over Jaeyun’s cheek before he finally pulled away, leaving Jaeyun feeling cold and empty in his absence. Without another word, Heeseung turned and left the room, the door closing behind him with a heavy thud.
As the silence settled once again, Jaeyun felt more alone than ever. His father didn’t care. No one was coming for him. And Heeseung’s grip on him was only tightening, with no way out in sight
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BOUND BY OBSESSION|| L.HS X S.JY
FanfictionSim Jaeyun is Lee Heeseung's obsession, his weakness, his world. Once heeseung claimed jaeyun his, there is no one who can saprate him from his little angel. The light in his life. A DARK ROMANCE WITH A LITTLE TWIST
