"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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The sun had barely risen when Jeonghan made his way through the university gates. His face was pale, his eyes hollow, still haunted by the events that had unfolded days before. The weight of Seongcheol's control hung over him like a suffocating blanket, yet, against all odds, Seongcheol had granted him a sliver of mercy allowing him to return to campus. But this "mercy" came with invisible chains.
Whispers followed him wherever he went, a silent acknowledgment of what had happened to Hyungwon. The entire campus knew, though no one dared say a word aloud. The bloodstains of Seongcheol's wrath had silenced even the boldest of voices. Students shot him glances some curious, some terrified, but most filled with disdain. He was now marked, not only by his association with Seongcheol but by the guilt of Hyungwon's fate.
The day dragged on, heavy with tension. Jeonghan tried to disappear into the background, focusing on his lectures, but his mind remained trapped in a hell of his own making. Every word, every laugh around him felt like mockery. He could feel eyes on him judging, accusing. Hyungwon's absence was a ghost that lingered, and the rumors swirled like poison in the air.
By lunchtime, the weight of it all became too much. Jeonghan decided to hide in a secluded corner of the campus, hoping to find some solitude. But peace, it seemed, was a luxury he would never have.
He hadn't even settled into his spot when a group of five boys appeared, blocking his path. They called themselves "The Entitled," a group notorious for their arrogance and cruelty. They didn't care about Seongcheol's looming shadow; they were untouchable or, so they believed.
"Well, well, look who it is," one of them sneered. The tallest of the group, a boy named Jaebum, took the lead, his eyes filled with contempt as they roamed over Jeonghan's trembling form. "The mafia's little plaything."
The others snickered, circling around Jeonghan like a pack of wolves. Jeonghan's throat tightened, panic rising as he realized he was cornered. He tried to step away, but Jaebum grabbed his arm roughly, yanking him back.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jaebum growled, his grip bruising Jeonghan's skin. "You think you can just walk around like nothing happened? That we'll all just ignore what you brought to this place? You're a curse, Jeonghan. Everything you touch falls apart."
Tears stung Jeonghan's eyes, but he refused to cry. Not here. Not in front of them. He clenched his fists, trying to summon the courage to fight back, but the fear was too overwhelming. Jaebum leaned in closer, his breath hot against Jeonghan's ear. "You don't belong here. You don't deserve to be here after what happened to Hyungwon. Everyone knows it."
The words hit Jeonghan like a slap. He knew it wasn't his fault, not entirely, but the guilt had already dug its claws into his heart. And now these boys were making sure the wounds stayed fresh.
Suddenly, one of the others Minho stepped forward and shoved Jeonghan hard against the wall. His back hit the concrete with a sickening thud, knocking the breath out of him. "Cry, you pathetic little toy," Minho spat. "We want to see the mafia's favorite cry."
Jeonghan bit down on his lip, trying to hold back the tears, but it was useless. They spilled over, and the boys laughed deep, cruel laughter that echoed in the empty hallway. Another boy, Sejin, kicked Jeonghan's leg, causing him to stumble to his knees. "Look at him," Sejin taunted. "Pathetic. Just like Hyungwon."
The mention of Hyungwon's name was a dagger to Jeonghan's chest. He gasped, unable to hold back the sob that tore from his throat. "Please... stop," he whispered, voice breaking. But his plea only fueled their cruelty.
Jaebum grabbed Jeonghan's chin, forcing him to look up. "No one cares about you, Jeonghan. Not anymore. And as long as we're here, we'll make sure you never forget it."
The tears fell freely now, streaking down Jeonghan's face as the boys continued to torment him. They shoved him, insulted him, and tore him down piece by piece until there was nothing left but a broken shell of the person he once was.
Hours later, after the boys had finally left him crumpled on the ground, Jeonghan stumbled back to his dorm. His body ached, his soul felt shattered, and his mind was a storm of pain and humiliation. He collapsed on his bed, curling into himself as sobs wracked his body.
But he wasn't alone.
A few hours later, Seongcheol arrived.
He didn't say anything at first, just stood at the foot of Jeonghan's bed, watching him with those dark, unreadable eyes. Jeonghan didn't even have the energy to move or react. He simply lay there, defeated, tears still glistening on his cheeks.
"They touched you," Seongcheol finally said, his voice so quiet it sent a shiver down Jeonghan's spine.
Jeonghan nodded weakly, too broken to speak.
Seongcheol's face darkened, his jaw clenched as something dangerous flickered in his eyes. "Tell me who they were," he demanded, voice sharp as a blade.
Jeonghan hesitated, but the fury in Seongcheol's gaze was impossible to ignore. "The Entitled," he whispered, barely able to get the words out. "Jaebum, Minho, Sejin... and the others."
Seongcheol nodded once, his expression turning ice-cold. "I'll handle it."
And handle it, he did.
That night, the halls of the university echoed with a different kind of terror. Jaebum, Minho, Sejin, and the other two boys who had tormented Jeonghan learned exactly what it meant to cross Seongcheol.
Seongcheol's men descended upon the boys with a brutality that defied comprehension. They didn't just beat them they dismantled them, piece by piece, ensuring their suffering was drawn out, methodical, and unrelenting.
Jaebum was the first to fall. Seongcheol's men grabbed him as he left the university gym, dragging him into the shadows where no one could hear his screams. His cries echoed through the night as they broke every bone in his hands, a punishment for every touch he had dared lay on Jeonghan.
Minho wasn't so lucky. They found him in the dorms and made sure his torment lasted for hours. His screams filled the building, but no one came to help. The students knew better than to interfere when Seongcheol's wrath was involved. By the time they were done with him, Minho was left crawling, begging for mercy that would never come.
Sejin's fate was worse. Seongcheol personally saw to him. "You thought you could make him cry," Seongcheol said, his voice venomous as he circled the trembling boy. "Now you'll know what it feels like to lose everything."
Sejin's torment went beyond physical pain. Seongcheol took his life apart ruined his family, burned his reputation to ashes, and made sure he would never be seen or heard from again.
The other two boys never even made it to morning. They were found hanging, a clear warning to anyone else who might think of crossing Seongcheol's path or touching what belonged to him.
The next day, Jeonghan sat in his dorm, the news of The Entitled's brutal punishment rippling through the campus. No one dared speak of it openly, but the fear was palpable. Seongcheol had sent his message loud and clear.
Jeonghan stared at the floor, feeling an overwhelming mix of relief and horror. He was safe for now but at what cost?
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