Obsession of the trillionare

Chapter 4 : Unraveling threads

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The day had passed in a blur for Namjoon. His mind was filled with swirling thoughts, a mix of helplessness, anger, and sorrow. He couldn't bring himself to face his parents, nor could he find solace in the comforting arms of Jung Hoseok, who had been waiting for him outside their home all afternoon. Namjoon had told him to go home earlier, after receiving a phone call that his parents needed him, but the truth was, he just didn't have the strength to face Hoseok. He knew what he was feeling wasn't fair to the boy he loved, but everything in his life was falling apart, and Hoseok couldn't fix that.

His heart felt heavy, weighed down by the reality of what had just happened. Seokjin's cold threats were still ringing in his ears, each word sinking deeper into his soul. You belong to me... He could still feel the icy touch of Seokjin's hand on his chin, as if it had imprinted itself on his skin. And worst of all, he couldn't shake the sense of powerlessness that had consumed him.

Namjoon knew he couldn't stay locked in his house forever, but the thought of leaving, of going out into the world where Seokjin might be waiting, made his stomach churn.

The next morning, Namjoon stood at the small kitchen window, staring out into the narrow alley that led to his street. The sun was barely rising, and the soft, cool light cast a gentle glow on the homes below. It was a normal morning, just like any other before Seokjin had come into their lives. But now everything felt different. Every breath he took felt like a weight in his chest.

A sudden knock at the door made Namjoon jump. He hadn't expected anyone, not this early.

Reluctantly, he moved toward the door, his heart racing. When he opened it, there stood Jung Hoseok, his face full of worry. The sight of him made Namjoon's heart tighten in his chest. Hoseok looked so concerned, his eyes searching Namjoon's face as if looking for some sign of what had happened.

"Namjoon... are you okay?" Hoseok asked softly, his voice tinged with concern.

Namjoon swallowed hard, trying to keep his emotions in check. He couldn't let Hoseok know how deeply hurt and scared he really was.

"I'm fine," Namjoon lied, forcing a weak smile. "Just... tired. My parents had some things to deal with. You know how it is."

Hoseok's eyes narrowed slightly, his worry only deepening. He stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Namjoon's shoulder. "You don't look fine," he said quietly, his voice full of sympathy. "You've been avoiding me all day. What happened?"

Namjoon shook his head, feeling a lump rise in his throat. The last thing he wanted was for Hoseok to see how broken he was. But Hoseok was different. He always knew when something was wrong, and Namjoon couldn't keep lying to him.

"Seokjin came yesterday," Namjoon murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hoseok's hand fell from his shoulder, and he blinked in shock. "What? What did he want?"

Namjoon felt his chest tighten again. He couldn't say the words out loud-not yet. But Hoseok's face was filled with fear, and Namjoon knew he had to tell him.

"He-he said he's going to take me," Namjoon whispered, his voice cracking.

Hoseok's face turned ashen. "What? No... no, Namjoon, you can't be serious. He can't... he can't just take you."

"He said he could," Namjoon replied bitterly, his voice breaking. "He threatened my family... He said if we didn't agree to let him marry me, he would banish us. We're... we're trapped, Hoseok."

Hoseok stared at him, frozen in place, as if the words didn't register. The silence between them was deafening, and Namjoon could feel the weight of the situation sinking in for Hoseok. His boyfriend, the one person he had trusted and loved for years, was now facing an impossible decision-one that neither of them should have had to make.

"They can't do that," Hoseok whispered, shaking his head. "We can fight him, Namjoon. You don't have to marry him."

Namjoon's eyes watered. "What if we can't?" he asked, his voice trembling. "What if he really does have that kind of power? What if... what if I have no choice?"

Hoseok reached out and grabbed Namjoon's hands, holding them tightly. "You do have a choice," he said, his voice full of determination. "We'll figure this out. We'll find a way to get you out of this. I swear to you."

Namjoon's heart ached with gratitude, but the fear still gripped him. Seokjin was not someone they could easily fight against. He was a king in his own world, and Namjoon's family was small, powerless compared to the might of a man like Seokjin.

"I don't want to leave you, Hoseok," Namjoon whispered, tears spilling down his face. "But I don't know how to get away from him."

Hoseok's face softened, and he pulled Namjoon into his arms, holding him tightly as if he could somehow shield him from the coming storm. "I won't let him take you," Hoseok whispered fiercely. "I promise you, we'll fight this together."

Namjoon clung to him, feeling the warmth of his boyfriend's embrace as a small comfort in a world that had suddenly become so cold and cruel. But deep down, he feared that no matter how hard they tried, Seokjin's obsession would take everything from them.

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Later that afternoon, Namjoon sat in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling. Hoseok had left to give him some space, but Namjoon knew the reality was that time was running out. He couldn't stay hidden forever. Seokjin would come for him again, and when he did, Namjoon wasn't sure if he could hold out any longer.

The sound of a car pulling up outside broke Namjoon from his thoughts. His heart lurched in his chest as he realized the unmistakable black limousine that pulled into the driveway belonged to Seokjin.

He didn't have to look out the window to know that Seokjin had come for him once more.

Namjoon's legs shook as he rose to his feet, the fear gnawing at him. This time, there was no escape. He had to face the truth: Seokjin was not going to let him go.

The door creaked open, and there, standing in the doorway, was Seokjin himself, his cold, calculating eyes scanning the room. The smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips made Namjoon's blood run cold.

"Namjoon," Seokjin said smoothly, his voice like ice. "It's time for us to have a real conversation."

Namjoon's body stiffened. He had no more strength to fight this. Seokjin had come, and Namjoon had no choice but to listen.

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