OBSESSION

INNER THOUGHTS

Jeonghan leaned against the pillar, his eyes still fixed on Jisoo across the room. The club's noise buzzed around him, but his focus was sharp, and calculated. Every movement Jisoo made had been studied, every expression noted. He had analyzed him thoroughly, and he knew—knew—the perfect moment would come.

Jisoo had always been a light drinker, someone who could barely hold his liquor without it affecting him. Jeonghan could see it in his movements now: the slight wobble in his step, the way he swayed with each laugh he gave, the way his cheeks flushed deeper than usual.

There was no question about it—Jisoo was vulnerable.

It was then that Jeonghan noticed Jisoo rising from the bar, excusing himself with a lazy smile. His destination: the washroom.

A smirk tugged at Jeonghan's lips, the corner of his mouth curling in a twisted sense of satisfaction. Everything was falling into place. Jisoo hadn't brought his phone with him tonight, another stroke of luck. The idea of the younger man being cut off from the outside world only made Jeonghan's pulse quicken with excitement. This is going to be too easy.

With slow, deliberate steps, Jeonghan followed, weaving through the crowd with the precision of a predator stalking its prey. He didn't rush; he didn't need to. He knew Jisoo would be disoriented enough by the alcohol to be completely unaware of his presence.

The hallway leading to the washroom was dimly lit, a flickering neon light casting strange shadows along the walls. Jeonghan's footsteps were quiet and purposeful. He could already see Jisoo stumbling a little ahead, his hand grasping the wall for support, his eyes unfocused.

Perfect.

Jeonghan closed the distance between them, his breath steady, a faint thrill surging through his veins. He reached out and caught Jisoo's waist just as the younger man's knees buckled. Jisoo's body went limp in his arms, his breath unsteady, and his head lolled to the side. For a brief second, Jeonghan thought Jisoo might say something—maybe even scream—but instead, the drunken boy turned towards him with a sleepy smile.

"Seungcheol?" Jisoo slurred, his vision too blurred to make out who it was.

Jeonghan's smirk deepened as he looked down at the vulnerable figure in his arms. Seungcheol? The mistake amused him, but it also made him feel a strange sense of satisfaction. Jisoo was confused, and disoriented—he was completely in Jeonghan's control now.

"Oh, Seungcheol," Jeonghan murmured under his breath, the words almost like a dark promise. His grip on Jisoo tightened slightly as the younger man clung to him, his arms wrapping around Jeonghan's neck with a dazed, thrusting motion. He was helpless and dependent on Jeonghan for support.

Jeonghan stood still for a moment, letting the weight of the situation sink in. Something was intoxicating about the way Jisoo clung to him so easily as if there was no danger in the touch, no awareness of the peril that now surrounded him. The contrast between his innocent trust and the darkness Jeonghan carried inside him made Jeonghan's heart beat harder, his mind spinning.

This boy... Jeonghan thought, a flicker of something deep inside him—a possessiveness he hadn't anticipated. Jisoo's innocence, his naivety, was almost unbearable. Jeonghan wanted to hold him, control him, keep him for himself. The thought sent a pulse of desire through his body, but it wasn't the kind of desire Jeonghan had always felt before. It was... something darker, something more desperate.

Jisoo's breath was warm against his neck as he leaned closer, his face nuzzling into Jeonghan's chest. "Seungcheol... You're so warm..." he murmured, eyes fluttering closed, completely unaware of the dangerous game being played.

Jeonghan exhaled slowly, the weight of his decision pressing on him. Something inside him told him to pull away, to let the plan go, but that same voice in his head only grew louder, urging him to keep Jisoo close, to take him with no mercy, no hesitation.

He couldn't let go.

Jeonghan felt a sudden, overwhelming headache, a clash of emotions he didn't want to acknowledge. Innocence like his... It makes everything worse. But it didn't matter. The pieces had already fallen into place, and Jeonghan wasn't about to let Jisoo slip away now. He steadied himself, taking in the scent of Jisoo's hair, the softness of his touch.

He would make sure the boy never got away from him.

Jeonghan adjusted his grip on Jisoo's limp body, careful not to disturb the young man's already disoriented state. Jisoo's head hung loosely to one side, his features soft and peaceful, completely unaware of what was about to unfold. His body was light in Jeonghan's arms, fragile even in its unconsciousness.

He moved swiftly, crossing the quiet parking lot, where his car waited. The dim light from the street lamps barely touched the darkened corners, casting shadows that seemed to stretch out to meet him. With a single, practiced motion, Jeonghan opened the passenger side door and gently placed Jisoo inside, securing him into the seat. His breath came out in a steady exhale as he closed the door with the faintest click, his fingers lingering on the handle for a moment.

The silence in the parking lot was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of the city in the distance. Jeonghan stood still for a second, letting the weight of his decision settle on his shoulders. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over him. This was the culmination of everything he had planned—every observation, every small, careful move.

He could feel his pulse quickening in anticipation. His boss's demands were clear: take Jisoo, bring him in. But Jeonghan had different plans. The idea of handing Jisoo over to anyone, especially his boss, made something inside him twist uncomfortably. No. Jeonghan wasn't about to share this prize.

With a final glance at Jisoo, who remained unconscious, Jeonghan slid into the driver's seat of his car. His hands gripped the steering wheel with ease, the engine starting with a hum as he pulled out of the parking lot. His destination wasn't the usual safe house. It wasn't even anywhere close to a place anyone would suspect.

He was heading to his inn—the one place, the only place, where no one could follow. It was tucked away in an area no one ever thought to look, a perfect hiding spot for the precious thing Jeonghan had just taken.

The streets blurred by as Jeonghan drove, the rhythm of the tires on the road almost meditative. His mind raced, though. There was no going back now. He wasn't going to let anyone take Jisoo from him. Not his boss, not anyone. The idea of it—of someone else getting their hands on Jisoo—was almost enough to make Jeonghan grit his teeth.

As he drove, his gaze flickered toward the sleeping figure beside him. Jisoo was still slumped in the passenger seat, his head tilted against the window, breathing softly. Jeonghan's eyes softened for a moment, an almost tender expression crossing his face before it was quickly replaced by something darker.

"Can't wait to ruin you," Jeonghan muttered under his breath, the words laced with a mix of anticipation and something that was dangerously close to hunger.

The car continued down the darkened road, the lights of the city fading in the rearview mirror. Jeonghan's destination wasn't just a physical location—it was a moment, one he had been waiting for, one that was inching closer with every turn of the wheel.

And Jisoo... Jisoo would never see it coming.