"His obsession" is a psychological thriller and dark romance that plunges readers into the chilling depths of obsession, power, and possession. When Jeonghan, a university student with a simple life, catches the eye of Seongcheol, a ruthless mafia l...
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Days blurred into nights, and Jeonghan found himself living in a twisted nightmare, every breath heavy with the weight of Seongcheol's unseen presence. The mafia leader had kept his word, Joshua and Seokmin were unharmed, but that didn't make Jeonghan feel any safer. If anything, the silence only made things worse. Seongcheol hadn't shown himself since that fateful night, but his influence was everywhere.
Strange men loitered around campus, watching Jeonghan with cold eyes as he went about his day. His phone buzzed at random hours with cryptic texts from unknown numbers, each one laced with subtle threats or reminders of Seongcheol's control:
"I'm watching."
"Remember, you're mine."
"Don't do anything stupid."
Jeonghan had never felt so alone. Even with Joshua and Seokmin around, their laughter now felt distant, a thin veneer over the dread gnawing at him from the inside. He couldn't tell them what was really going on. If they knew the truth about Seongcheol, they'd be in even more danger. So he forced himself to smile, to pretend everything was normal, while inside, he was breaking.
One evening, as Jeonghan walked through the empty corridors of the university library, a sudden vibration in his pocket startled him. He pulled out his phone, his stomach twisting as he saw the unknown number flashing on the screen.
This time, it wasn't a text.
It was a call.
With shaking hands, Jeonghan answered. He didn't need to hear the voice to know who it was.
"Jeonghan," Seongcheol's voice was smooth, almost soothing, but the undercurrent of control was unmistakable. "I trust you haven't forgotten what I told you."
Jeonghan's throat tightened. "What do you want from me?" he whispered, barely able to keep his voice steady.
"You know what I want," Seongcheol replied, his tone chilling in its certainty. "You. And I'll have you—one way or another."
"Why me?" Jeonghan's voice cracked with frustration, the helplessness overwhelming him. "Why are you doing this?"
There was a brief pause on the other end, as though Seongcheol was considering his words carefully. "You don't understand yet, do you? I've been watching you for a long time, Jeonghan. There's something about you... something pure, something untouched by the filth of this world. I can't let anyone else have that. You're mine."
Jeonghan clenched his jaw, anger bubbling up alongside the fear. "I'll never be yours," he spat, his voice sharper than before. "You can threaten me, control me, but I'll never give you what you want."
A dark chuckle echoed through the phone, sending a chill down Jeonghan's spine. "You say that now. But we'll see how long that resolve lasts. You'll come around."
Before Jeonghan could respond, the call abruptly ended, leaving him standing alone in the dimly lit corridor, his heart pounding.
The walls felt like they were closing in on him. Every exit, every escape route seemed to vanish the moment he tried to grasp it. There was no way out. No one he could trust.
Later that night, Jeonghan sat in his apartment, the silence pressing in on him. He tried to focus on his textbooks, to drown out the fear that had become his constant companion. Joshua and Seokmin had invited him out earlier, but he'd declined, unable to face the world outside. The idea of Seongcheol's men lurking in the shadows, waiting for him, was too much to bear.
A sudden knock on the door broke the quiet, startling him. Jeonghan froze, his heart racing. He hadn't expected anyone.
Another knock, louder this time.
Slowly, he stood up, his legs shaking as he approached the door. His hand hovered over the doorknob, hesitation tightening his grip. What if it was Seongcheol? What if he had come to claim him?
Swallowing hard, Jeonghan opened the door a crack, his breath catching in his throat as he saw Joshua and Seokmin standing there, concern written across their faces.
"Jeonghan, we've been calling you for hours," Joshua said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Seokmin followed, his usual smile replaced by a worried frown. "Are you okay?"
Jeonghan forced a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... tired, I guess."
Seokmin tilted his head, clearly unconvinced. "You've been acting weird lately. Is something going on? You can tell us, you know."
For a moment, Jeonghan wanted to spill everything. To tell them about Seongcheol, about the threats, the fear that had taken over his life. But he couldn't. The risk was too great.
"I'm just stressed with school," Jeonghan lied, his voice hollow. "It's nothing. Really."
Joshua and Seokmin exchanged a glance, but didn't push further. They settled on the couch, trying to lift Jeonghan's spirits with their usual banter. But as much as Jeonghan wanted to lose himself in their laughter, the weight of Seongcheol's presence hung over him like a dark cloud.
Even when he was surrounded by friends, Seongcheol was always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to pull him deeper into his web.
Later that night, after Joshua and Seokmin had left, Jeonghan lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Sleep felt impossible with the dread gnawing at him. The room was too quiet, the air too still, and every creak in the floorboards made his pulse race.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it, his stomach dropping when he saw another message from the unknown number:
"I'm closer than you think."
Jeonghan shot up in bed, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes darted around the dark room, searching for any sign of movement. The curtains rustled slightly in the breeze, but there was no one there.
Or so he thought.
As he stood to check the window, he noticed something on the glass—a single fingerprint, smeared across the pane. Fresh.
Someone had been inside.
And he knew exactly who it was.
Seongcheol wasn't just watching him from afar anymore. He was in Jeonghan's space, breathing the same air, leaving his mark.
The walls were closing in, and Jeonghan realized, with a sinking feeling of dread, that there was truly no escape.
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