Cute Concept ( 한솔 )

8

Having joined Hansol in the shower as he told me I could though I really had a distaste in my mouth for doing so, I landed myself the privilege of staying unbound.

My hands were free and I could be trusted to be alone in any room but the coat room due to the fact that thats where the front door was.

As days passed to keep myself busy I found myself doing household chores like laundry and dishes... This was mostly an excuse to use so I didn't have to pay much attention to Hansol due to the fact that I was now afraid and intimidated by him.

Every so often he would peak into the kitchen to see that I hadn't left or just out of curiosity of what I was up to.

Normally, I would refuse to let him cook and claimed it made me feel "helpful" to him... However, when he cooked which it was rare that I allowed it, it was always good.

I had grown to trust him slightly though I would still get on edge after letting something slip. Normally what I let slip would offend him and he would get angry. Sometimes he appeared mad for no real reason at all. Other times he was jubilant much like an innocent child or even come crying to me about some sort of injury he had managed to obtain... This was one of those days.

"Jaaaae!" Hansol cried out from the patio.

Assuming the worst due to his tone of voice, I grabbed items from the bathroom before running out onto the balcony patio to see the damage.

It had turned out he had just scraped his knee... I'll give him that it was bad... but not enough to cry over.

He wiped his puffy eyes, his nose light pink as a result of his tears and looked up at me as I approached. Sometimes I felt like a nanny.

I kneeled down in front of him with a soft sigh and took out an alcohol pad, dabbing at it firmly to soak up the blood,"How did you manage to get pieces of concrete in it?" I asked honestly curious.

"I don't know... It just happened?" he asked more than stated.

I knew that the balcony was a bit crumbly but I didn't know it was that bad. I began to pick out the pieces with tweezers before putting an antiseptic cream over the gash and evenly spreading a large bandaid over his knee, patting it gently to assure him I was done.

Sometimes I swore he got hurt just so I would pay attention to him... The mere thought of him being that obsessive made my stomach turn and my skin crawl. He surely could have taken care of that minor injury on his own without tears, I had seen him much stronger than that. I knew he was just putting on a show to say 'feel bad for me, Jae!'

...To some degree it worked even.

I went back to the kicthen and thoroughly washed my hands before continuing to cook dinner only to be joined by Hansol who sat at the kitchen island with a soft sigh.

"Jagi..." he trailed off, making me cringe at the use of the word being used towards me," Thank you..."

He mumbled as if too shy to really say it out loud, causing me to turn. Normally he was very loud and rowdy during the day but now he seemed slightly tame.

"Sometime I don't know how you survived without me." I teased, setting a plate out in front of him of food.

"Thank you." he said once again.

I tilted my head and walked around the island to his side and felt his forehead,"Are you alright? You're awfully quiet tonight, Hansol."

Though he literally kidnapped me and all I still worried for him and cared deeply about his health. There wasnt much of a choice at this point. I had begun to embrace the fact that this was what my life was now, as bizarre as it was.

The girls thought I was staying with him willingly, that's what he told them at least behind my back... That's what he told his group as well to avoid scandal.

Part of me wanted very badly to tell someone that he was lying and I didn't actually want to be there at all but it was far too harsh. I couldn't just ruin his life and everything he had worked so hard to achieve.

And so I sat, my chind propped up by my hand as I gazed out the window blankly having recieved a," Yeah Im just a bit sleepy." as a response.

Knowing it would make him brighten up a bit and a void one of his grumpy moods, I kissed him gingerly on the cheek, his face instantly heating up,"You'll be getting to sleep early tonight then?"

Hansol nodded and offered a sweet smile, the genuine kind I recieved before he kidnapped me. I learned that he had only pretended to be tired the day he took me, it was all part of his plan... I knew it to be true because it was a frequent trick he used to make me put myself in a vulnerable state. If I thought he was tired I would be relaxed and probably shut my eyes which always gave him time to approach me and magically change his mind, instead wanting some sort of favor wether it be sexual or just a simple task.

He may have asked for a lot of sexual favors but it was evident that he didn't only keep me around for that alone. He was normally kind and caring, claiming he was madly in love with me. He would constantly talk about how our future together would work and sometimes it was funny to hear him ramble on about his thoughts.

If anything, I treated him more like a son than a boyfriend outside of the bedroom, constantly feeling the need to tell him to stop doing certain things because he'll get hurt.

The first time I had told Hansol to stop doing something before he got hurt he had become angry at me and slapped me upside the head hard,"Don't tell me what to do!"

However, once he continued and got hurt, realizing I didn't want to care for him due to the way he acted, he always listened from there on out.