Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Written By: SSZE_A501

Chapter: FIVE.

※ I won't be writting who's point of view, from now on.
You'll notice it just by reading it. But, now... i'm going to write
in in first person. :) maybe, easier for you and me?

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Kim Seyong's P.O.V
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"Kill him."

"... boss..."

"Why hesitate for? Killing him, will be the best for you."

"That is..."

"Hah, don't say- that you're in love with him?"

"..."

I'm a killer. I was hired to be one of the killers. The role I have in this job is to kill the person that the boss tells me to kill. The boss didn't like me saving
the person I've kidnapped, because I was already known as a murderer everywhere that he didn't even get me a chance to talk to him and cutted of my words
saying, just to kill the person. The boss always, told me to take responsibility to what i've done with. The boss, was wearing a black suit and was taking
the cigaretter out of his mouth, as he looked at me into the eyes. His name was Lee Gunwoo. It was my fault to kidnap a guy, who was just walking past
the street. But, killing him. When was the human's life nothing, and was easy to kill. Well, since i'm a killer, I have no rights to say that, but still...
He's telling me to kill Chaejin... it's no one other than Chaejin that I have to kill.

♨

"You came?"

"Yeah..."

"What are you doing now, that you always come late?"

"... you don't need to know..."

"Hmph, fine -"

I felt heavy while walking home, but when I arrived home and looked at Chaejin welcoming me, I felt abit better. Chaejin changed a lot after the little
fight we had the other time. If it was a hard-to-get little cat before, right now he changed to a little baby kitten. When I was walking around the house,
I smelt something nice coming from the kitchen.

"What is thi..."

"Tadah! Today I showed you my skills on cooking. I feel like only getting things from you, so today i've done something for you back."

"..."

Chaejin took out all the foods that he made on the table. I am just a kidnapper to him, but why am I getting this from him. Chaejin was looking at me
and was smiling so brightly. Chaejin-ah, how can I kill you...

"Chaejin-ah."

"Yeah?"

"Do... you like me?"

"What?!"

I just asked him straight forward if he likes me or not, but Chaejin who heard that chocked on the food that he made and was coughing a lot of times. I gave
him the water which was infront of me, and he drank it all in one go. Chaejin couldn't stop coughing eventhough he drank the water. Was it that surprising..
asking if he likes me or not.

"Do you like me."

"... Seyong-ah, what's wrong -"

"Just answer to my question."

"..."

"Do... you like me?"

"... yeah."

"Really?..."

He likes me already. He said he likes me, I like you too, Chaejin-ah. I wanted to say this out to Chaejin, but I kept it in to myself, and pulled out a cold
smile on my face and said the regretting word ever. I said the most cruel word towards him, even more worser than killing someone... I ignored the words
that he said to me, and said the words that I should suppose to say to him.

"Then, from now on... don't like me."

So, you can forget about me more easily... So, I can forget about you easily...

♨

"Do... you like me?"

'B-bump. B-bump.' My heart started beating so fast, when I heard that word from Seyong. I couldn't look away from his eyes, deep inside his eyes, it was
telling me something, that I didn't know what it was. I like the eyes of Seyong, it gave me a lot of clues, the clues to know who he really is... so, I... I...

"... yeah."

Am I getting confessed by him... When Seyong heard my answer, he made the coldest smile ever.

"Then, from now on... don't like me."

My heart which was beating so fast, my heart which was only reacting to his voice, seemed to stop beating when I heard him say that. Don't like me...
Don't like you... Don't like... Seyong. He was the one who made me fall in love with him, and now what? Don't like him? I don't know why he said that,
I was confused why he said that, I felt like grabbing his collar and wanted to ask him why, the reason why. But, when I looked into his eyes, it seemed like
he didn't have any feelings towards me, that he was telling me the truth, that I couldn't even get my angers out at him, and just quietly ate the food I made.
I made this food for him, and now I can't tell the taste of the food because it tastes the same. I don't know which is salty or which is like just plain water.
Seyong... why are you so cruel. When I looked at Seyong, he was just eating his food, looking like he didn't say anything right now. You don't feel anything.
Because you don't like me. Not to like you, do you think it's hard to do that? Do you think that humans feeling can change that easily.

For all this time, was he being nice to me because he was pitying me... I didn't know what to do, in this situation, when he is eating his food like nothing
ever happened, and me just sitting here eating my food, not knowing if i'm just chewing it or just swallowing it. I just want to get my angers out at him
right now, and say what I want to say to him, I just wanted to take it all out, but I can't. Just... I might feel better, no, my heart might feel better if I say
things all out to him. If I do that. That way, I won't be able to cry.

The love, I am doing right now, the love I am feeling right now to this kidnapper, to this murderer, if I was just falling for him by myself, if I was just
having this feeling to myself... I shouldn't have started it at the first time.

♨

It was raining. Seyong was out again, he never stayed home for long. After the little conversation we had together last night, he didn't even give an eye
contact. Well, that's what I wanted from him, but I felt uncomfortable around him when he does that to me. I walked up to the window, and looked
outside looking at the rain. I hated myself for crying a lot these days. This is crazy... I was the only one who fell for him.

'Ding Dong- Ding Dong -'

I was talking to myself while looking outside the window, but then the bell rang outside the door.

"Who is it..?"

"It's me."

"... Seyong?"

I wish Seyong had an interphone because it was just so hard to tell who it was just by hearing the voice. But, I am sure that the person outside the house
wasn't Seyong at all. It was Seyong's guest. Without thinking twice, I just opened the door for the person to come inside. When I opened the door, there
I could tell that the person just finished smoking outside, because the smell just went up to my nose. He was taller than me, that I have to look up at him.
He was taller than Seyong. He had the thin body, wearing the black suit which was perfect on him, with black hair wearing the dark red beanie on his head.
The person who got another cigarette out, looked at me and put the cigarette back in when he saw me make a face, then he spoke to me.

"... are you Chaejin..?"

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Author's note :::

i've thought about it, and this is going to be the short chaptered story.
but i'm not sure when to end it so yeah. but it will end arounds in chapter 15 or less.
anyways. have fun reading the story. hehe.

it's alright to write the story in first person right? is it more easier?
or should i write it back in third person? meh, i don't know... lol...
who cares... just enjoy, that'ss the main thing... haha...

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