Bound by Obsession || Jeongcheol ||

Part Two - The Web Tightens

Jeonghan's life began to unravel, though he couldn't quite understand why. At first, it was subtle, strange occurrences that he brushed off as coincidences. His books disappeared from his desk only to reappear in odd places, doors that should have been locked were slightly ajar, and he felt an eerie presence, as if someone was watching him wherever he went. But the more he tried to ignore it, the more his world seemed to twist around him.

One afternoon, as Jeonghan met Joshua and Seokmin for their usual lunch at a small café near campus, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Joshua, as always, was animatedly talking about a new song he'd written for Seokmin, who smiled softly in response, but Jeonghan was distracted. His eyes darted around, catching glimpses of a figure in the distance, dark clothes, face half-concealed by sunglasses watching him from across the street.

"Jeonghan? You okay?" Joshua's voice pulled him back to the table.

"Yeah, sorry," Jeonghan replied with a forced smile, pushing away his unease. "Just a bit tired, I guess."

But even as he tried to act normal, he couldn't shake the feeling that whoever was out there wasn't just a random passerby. He was being hunted.

Meanwhile, in the lavish confines of his penthouse, Seungcheol watched Jeonghan from the surveillance system he had secretly installed around the university. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest of his chair as he observed the subtle shifts in Jeonghan's expressions, the slight tension in his posture. The fear was beginning to settle in, and Seungcheol relished it. It was only a matter of time before Jeonghan realized there was no escape.

Seungcheol's obsession had deepened beyond reason. Every night, he replayed the footage, watching Jeonghan laugh with his friends, walk across campus, and go about his day, his innocence fueling Seungcheol's twisted desire. But it wasn't enough to watch from afar anymore. He needed more. He needed Jeonghan's life entwined with his own, needed to see him up close, feel his fear, his confusion, and eventually, his submission.

That night, Seungcheol made his first move.

Jeonghan returned to his apartment after another long day, exhaustion weighing heavily on him. He dropped his bag by the door and collapsed onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind wandered back to the strange figure he'd seen earlier, but he quickly dismissed it. Maybe it was just a coincidence, he thought, trying to shake off the anxiety.

But then came the knock on the door.

It was soft at first, almost hesitant, but then it grew louder, more insistent. Jeonghan's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't expecting anyone. Hesitantly, he got up and approached the door, peering through the peephole. No one was there.

He opened the door slowly, the hallway dimly lit and empty. A cold breeze swept through the corridor, making Jeonghan shiver. As he stepped outside, his eyes caught something on the floor just in front of his door an envelope, stark white against the dark tiles.

His name was scrawled across it in bold, jagged handwriting. He picked it up, his hands trembling slightly as he tore it open. Inside was a single note, the words sending a chill down his spine:

You belong to me now. There's no escape, Jeonghan.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen an unknown number. With hesitant fingers, he answered.

"Hello?" he whispered, his voice shaky.

"Jeonghan," a deep voice purred from the other end, smooth and possessive. It was a voice that sent ice through his veins. "I've been waiting for you."

"Who is this?" Jeonghan demanded, panic starting to rise in his chest.

"Seungcheol," the voice replied, the name falling like a shadow over Jeonghan's mind. "Or should I say, Scoups. I think it's time we finally met in person, don't you?"

Jeonghan's breath hitched, and he staggered backward, the phone slipping from his fingers. He now realized who Seungcheol was the mafia leader, the man who controlled everything in the city, including the university. And this man had been watching him. Obsessing over him.

Suddenly, everything made sense: the strange feeling of being followed, the missing items, the unsettling presence around him. He was trapped in Seungcheol's web, and there was no way out.

With trembling hands, Jeonghan picked up his phone and ran to lock the door. But it was too late.

From the darkness of the hallway, a shadow moved, and Seungcheol emerged. His eyes, cold and hungry, bore into Jeonghan's, and a twisted smile crept across his face.

"Don't be afraid," Seungcheol whispered as he stepped closer, his voice dripping with possessive intent. "You were always meant to be mine."

Jeonghan's heart pounded in his chest, and he stumbled back, trapped between fear and disbelief. As Seungcheol advanced, the darkness closed in, and Jeonghan realized with horrifying clarity that his life would never be the same again.

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