Shadows of Obsession

Chapter 5: Bound by Obsession

The air was heavy with tension, thick enough to choke on. Seojun paced around his room, his mind racing, his heart hammering against his chest. The events from earlier still haunted him—the way Suho had toyed with his emotions, manipulated his jealousy, made him feel completely powerless. Seojun had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. And worst of all, he knew Suho had enjoyed it.

But Suho didn't know how much Seojun cared. How far he was willing to go.

Seojun stopped pacing, his eyes locking onto a photograph of Suho hanging on the wall. There were dozens of them, scattered across the room—pictures, sketches, every moment he had managed to capture of Suho over the past few months. But they weren't enough anymore. Having Suho's image wasn't enough. Seojun needed more. He needed to keep Suho with him—always.

His mind was a whirlwind of emotions: jealousy, frustration, love, and something darker, something more obsessive. He couldn't let Suho slip away, not after everything. He couldn't bear the thought of Suho leaving him, of being just out of reach.

He had to do something.

Something drastic.

Later that night, Seojun waited. His heart pounded in his chest as he sat in his car outside Suho's apartment. He had been watching Suho's place for days, learning his routine, understanding when he would be alone. Tonight was the night. Suho had no one visiting, no family nearby. It was the perfect opportunity.

The plan was already set in his mind—simple, efficient. He would wait until Suho was asleep, sneak in through the back door, and take him. Suho wouldn't fight him. And if he did... well, Seojun wasn't above using force if he had to.

As midnight approached, Seojun's pulse quickened. The apartment lights flickered off, signaling that Suho had gone to bed. Seojun grabbed the small bag he had prepared—duct tape, a blindfold, rope—and quietly made his way to the door. His heart raced as he picked the lock, each click of the tumblers bringing him closer to what he needed. To Suho.

The door swung open with a quiet creak, and Seojun slipped inside, the darkness swallowing him. He moved silently through the small apartment, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. There was Suho, lying peacefully on the bed, completely unaware of the danger lurking just feet away.

Seojun hesitated for a moment, staring at Suho's sleeping form. He looked so calm, so serene, completely unaware of what was about to happen. A part of Seojun hated to ruin this moment, but he knew he had to act. He couldn't lose him. Not now.

With swift movements, Seojun pounced. Suho barely had time to react as Seojun covered his mouth with a cloth, forcing him down onto the bed. Suho's eyes shot open, wide with shock, but his muffled cries went unheard in the dark, empty apartment.

"I'm sorry, Suho," Seojun whispered, his voice shaking but determined. "But I can't let you leave me. Not anymore."

Suho struggled, his body tense and fighting against Seojun's grip, but the chloroform worked quickly, and soon his body went limp, his breathing shallow but steady. Seojun stared down at him, his heart pounding, his hands shaking. He had done it. Suho was his now.

Forever.

Seojun sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on Suho's unconscious body. His heart raced, pounding in his ears as the weight of what he had done began to sink in. Suho lay there, bound and still, completely at his mercy. It was something Seojun had never imagined doing, but it felt like the only way to keep Suho close, to stop him from slipping away.

He couldn't lose him.

Seojun swallowed hard, glancing at the array of pictures that lined the walls—photos of Suho, moments captured from afar, moments Seojun had been too afraid to live out in reality. Now, those fantasies were real. Suho was right here, his forever, and no one could take him away.