Crimson Threads || Soonhoon

Cinco

The air between them crackled with tension as Jihoon’s words echoed in the room. Soonyoung remained still, his hands clenched at his sides, his face a mixture of anger and frustration. His obsession was consuming him, pulling him into a pit he couldn't escape, and Jihoon knew it. He could see the desperation in Soonyoung’s eyes, the madness behind them growing with each passing second.

Jihoon stood up from the chair, the ropes that once bound him falling away like they were nothing. He took slow, deliberate steps toward Soonyoung, watching as the man's breathing hitched with every movement. The power shifted fully in Jihoon’s favor, and he reveled in it.

"Soonyoung," Jihoon said softly, his voice like silk, laced with a dangerous undercurrent. "What are you going to do now? Are you going to just stand there and watch me, or are you going to admit it?"

Soonyoung’s jaw tightened, his eyes flickering with something wild, uncontained. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. He couldn’t. Not now. Not when Jihoon had peeled back the layers of control and left him bare.

"You can’t touch me, can you?" Jihoon whispered, his voice mocking, taunting. He leaned in closer, close enough for Soonyoung to feel the warmth of his breath against his skin. "No matter how much you want to."

Soonyoung's chest heaved with each breath, his frustration building like a storm ready to break. But Jihoon knew. He knew Soonyoung wouldn’t dare. Because this game was Jihoon’s to control, and Soonyoung was nothing more than a pawn caught in his web.

Jihoon’s eyes flickered with amusement as he circled Soonyoung, inspecting him like prey. "You talk about obsession, Soonyoung," he murmured, his voice low, teasing. "But you’re afraid. Afraid of what you’ll become if you let yourself fall too far."

Soonyoung’s fists clenched, his knuckles white. "I’m not afraid," he growled, his voice rough, his frustration breaking through the surface.

Jihoon chuckled softly, his amusement only growing as he came to a stop in front of Soonyoung once again. "Aren’t you?" he whispered, eyes gleaming with a dangerous challenge. "You can’t even bring yourself to touch me, to act on that obsession you claim to control."

Soonyoung’s eyes burned with anger, but Jihoon wasn’t intimidated. He could feel the power coursing through him, the way the room shifted in his favor. He knew Soonyoung’s limits, and he was pushing them deliberately, seeing how far the man would bend before breaking.

"Your anger—it’s cute," Jihoon said, his voice laced with mockery. "But it won’t get you anywhere, Soonyoung. Not with me."

Soonyoung's breath came quicker, and for a moment, Jihoon saw something crack behind those eyes—something raw, desperate. But before Soonyoung could speak, Jihoon continued.

"You’re obsessed with me, Soonyoung," Jihoon whispered, his voice soft yet piercing. "And it’s pathetic."

The words hit Soonyoung like a slap, his eyes widening with shock. Jihoon smiled, a slow, knowing grin that made Soonyoung’s heart race. He stepped closer, so close that their faces were inches apart, and tilted his head slightly.

"I could make you kneel," Jihoon murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "And you’d do it, wouldn’t you? You’d fall to your knees, begging for my attention, begging for my touch. All because you can’t stand the thought of me being out of your reach."

Soonyoung swallowed hard, his throat dry. He didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. Jihoon’s words wrapped around him like chains, pulling him down into the very depths of his own obsession.

Jihoon’s smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "That’s the difference between us, Soonyoung," he said, his voice soft but deadly. "You think you’re in control, but you never were. This has always been my game."

And with that, Jihoon stepped back, his presence still looming over Soonyoung like a shadow. The room felt colder, the power dynamic unmistakably clear.

Soonyoung's breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling with the weight of Jihoon’s words. His gaze remained locked on Jihoon, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t. Jihoon had stripped him of everything—his anger, his power, his control—and left him standing there, helpless.

Jihoon gave him one final look, eyes flickering with triumph. "When you’re ready to admit it," Jihoon said softly, his voice taunting, "you know where to find me."

And with that, Jihoon turned, his long blond hair swaying behind him as he walked away, leaving Soonyoung standing in the middle of the room, consumed by his own obsession.

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-Rix
This book is gonna be a very nasty book.