Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Written By: SSZE_A501

Chapter : ONE.

Chaejin felt abit of pain on his neck where Seyong has hit him earlier. He moved his neck alittle and slowly opened his eyes. Am I in a room...
did I get kidnapped..? Then, that means I didn't die yet, aish... Chaejin sighed as he closed his eyes and opened back them up again.
That means i'm inside the murderers house right now...

"You're finally awake?"

"........... ..."

"Ah, you look pretty, but how could you swear with that pretty face of yours. How am I going to cook you -"

"You'll get... punished for this.... you bastard..."

Chaejin still felt dizzy that he couldn't even stand up properly. When Chaejin said that Seyong made a face.

"Did you just call me a... bastard?!"

Seyong kicked Chaejin's legs. There was pain comming through his body but he didn't want to make the sound out of his mouth that he kept on biting
his bottom lips as hard as he could, that it made his lips bleed. Seyong who looked at Chaejin who was tied around in a rope and laughed, then he went
out of the room. It hurts so much... he couldn't move his legs at all. So, he tied me up so I can't run away from here? ... heh. Idiot. Infront of  Chaejin
there he saw a knife. He was thinking about killing himself. ... if I can't get out of here, then i'll just die. Chaejin was dragging himself towards the
knife and with the right hand which was more free than the left hand he grabbed the knife and was to cut his left wrirst when the door burst opened.
Seyong had came inside the room again. He came inside holding a soup, to feed Chaejin, but when he saw him he put the soup down, and came towards him.
He snatched the knife out of his hand as he looked at him angrily.

"..."

"You're really... cute. Were you going to kill yourself? I'm not going to kill you just yet, so why are you being like this?"

"..."

Seyong who was smiling, quickly changed his expression to looking very cold as he slapped Chaejin's face.

"Are you crazy. Chaejin?"

"..."

"Your name also sound like a girl-, ... do this one more time, and i'll tie your hands up as well."

"..."

Seyong was then looking at Chaejin up and down. He didn't like Seyong looking at him like that, he closed his eyes. I don't want to open my eyes again.
I don't want to see him anymore. Why does it have to be me. There's a lot of people out there, but why does it have to be me... suddenly, there was
something warm on Chaejin's lips, it felt so warm. Is it the soup?

"... I can't cook, so I bought the instant soup from the market."

"..."

"It would be nice, if you eat it."

"... I don't want to eat..."

"Hah, you're not going to eat?"

"..."

He softly laugh as he put the spoon down on the bowl and walked up to his bed, looking at Chaejin.

"I won't force you to eat, but it will be the best for you to eat, you know?"

"... what are you going to do to me..."

"What do you mean, i'll be slowly playing around with you. The others that I killed were so boring. Do you want to be like them?"

"... yeah."

"Chaejin. Really... you're the most interesting toy... heh."

Chaejin bit his lips again, which made his lips bleed even more. Seyong who saw that, touched Chaejin's face with one of his hands,
and let him look up at him.

"Don't bite your lips."

"..... n, no..."

"Really, you don't listen."

Seyong suddenly, the lips of Chaejin, where it was bleeding. Chaejin tried to move away, because he didn't like the way that he was
his lips. He's crazy... how could he... kiss a guy...

"Your blood taste nice as well."

"... you're crazy..."

"Chaejin-ah, let's have a great time together? Heh."

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author's note :::

Here is the first chapter... I don't know if it was good enough...
man... it's hard to write a different genre, like... kidnapping... murdering...
argh, this is all hard for me to write... but i'm still trying my best...
lol... the plot might not make sense... well it's a fanfiction anyways...
well.... enjoy reading? o_o...

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