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Jisoo, the adopted son of the Hong Clan who always makes other men melt. Sure, women are jealous of him but they never did try to hurt him. It's not because they're afraid, but because they accepted the fact Jisoo is indeed prettier than them.
Men desired to date him not because they liked him for who he is, but because of his wealth from his adoptive family, the pretty face he has and that delicate sinful body he has. Women desired to date him, because of his wealth and that's all.
Needless to say, they only desire to get close to him just to have a small fair share of his wealth. But Jisoo’s aware of that, and he didn't let anything happen. If he rejects them, they'll throw hate at him, saying he's just adopted and will never be the heir to his father's company.
Of course, he didn't get mad about that. He always knew he was adopted, but also loved by his family. And for him, that's all that matters. Nothing less, nothing more.
—
Well of course, fairy tales aren't always happy at the ending. Because one day, when he went home from the mall, a lot of cars were outside. Cops, reporters, ambulances and other people who went just to gossip.
He was so damn confused of what's happening, when his sister went to him crying. “Jisoo, it's not my fault. I was afraid. I saw him kill Mommy and Daddy.” The little girl sobbed, and Jisoo cried–with pain and relief.
Pain of knowing his parents were killed. Relieved that his sister's safe, that she hid so she won't get killed.
What happened to his family?
Why did it have to be them, why not him? That's all the thoughts his mind was thinking about.
—
A month passed, the suspect wasn't found yet and it's creeping him out. Knowing the suspect is just out there, waiting and planning his next attack.
And as if the world hated him that much, his sister went missing all of a sudden. Panic surged through his veins, this isn't the life he wanted. All he thought his life would be fine, knowing his adoptive parents loved him dearly, spoiled him rotten, fulfilling his wish to have a sister–yet here he is, all by himself in the house that once felt lively, was now silent with only his sobs heard.
He fell unconscious at his bed, exhausted from crying nonstop. Mourning for his murdered parents. Hurting from his missing little sister.
When he woke up in the middle of the night, he felt something eerily suspicious–the wind from the outside wasn't that usually cold, but this time it's weird. He feels eyes everywhere, like someone watching him from somewhere he can't find. It sent shivers down his spine.
This isn't the usual midnight.
—
Sure it was almost a year ago, when his parents died and when his sister went missing, but he hasn't moved on yet. The eyes he was feeling that kept on eyeing him, even felt more scary. It scares him.
The moment he entered the silent empty mansion, the lights went off, and he could feel someone's presence behind him. The breath fanned over his neck. He opened his mouth to scream or to shout, but nothing came out. And he felt a hand hold his body, along with a hand with a napkin over his nose and mouth.
—
The moment he woke up, he found himself on the road, but something's not right. Whenever he tried to run towards the end of the tunnel it kept on getting farther and farther away.
Illusion.
This was a large room, built for illusions.
He screamed for help–shout even, but nothing helped. And then the room went white.
A few minutes later, he heard a laugh–low and it sounded amused. The man behind this kidnapping was enjoying his suffering.
“So vulnerable.” The man finally spoke, stepping inside the room.
“Seungcheol?” Jisoo say's, stepping back to stay away.
Seungcheol stepped closer, hands reaching out to cup his face. “W-what are you doing here? Where am I?” Jisoo asked.
“Let's just say, I successfully made you mine.” Seungcheol answered, looking at Jisoo.
“What do you mean? Are you-”
“Behind your parents’ murdering? I am. Oh and don't worry, your sister's safe.” Seungcheol murmured, grinning.
“W-what? Where is she? Please, let me see her and get me out of here.”
“Oh, but you can't. You see, I planned this all along. If I can't have you, then so they were. I'd kill anyone close to you, I'm the only person who is allowed to be this close to you.”
Hell, this is hell.
—
Seungcheol was his friend, the one who protected him from any harm, from any heartbreak. Until the older caught feelings for him. He confessed, but he was rejected. Jisoo isn't the type to reject them hurtfully, he tries to be as kind as possible.
But he didn't expect Seungcheol to be like this. The man’s obsessed—possessive even.
This wasn't the Seungcheol he knew. Seungcheol was kind; soft spoken, but what happened to him?
Why did he need to kill everyone around him, just so he can have Jisoo by himself?
A lot of questions flooded Jisoo's mind.
—
“Just tell me where Haerin is, please. I want to see her.” Jisoo begged, kneeling in front of him, holding his hand, crying.
Seungcheol didn't even care and just laughed.
“You want to see your lovely little sister?” Seungcheol asked, and Jisoo nodded.
“Okay, I'll let you see her.” Seungcheol grinned, and went out of the room. By the time he went back inside, he was holding a white jar. “What's that? I thought you'd bring me to see her?” Jisoo asked, confused.
“Your sister's here, Jisoo-yah.” Seungcheol said, handing him the jar.
No.
“You're a monster! You told me she was safe! No. No. No.” Jisoo cries, sobs echoing the whole room.
Seungcheol just laughed maniacally.
And moments later, Jisoo passed out from crying.
Seungcheol crouched down Jisoo’s side, “I told you, I'd kill anyone just to have you.” He say's cupping Jisoo’s face.
»
It's been months since Seungcheol kidnapped Jisoo, and as time goes his obsession keeps getting worse and worse. He made sure Jisoo didn't leave his sight. He even set up a bunch of cameras and hired a lot of bodyguards just to secure his precious flower.
Jisoo felt like he was getting choked; like he can't breathe properly anymore. It felt like he was living in a pure hell, and his own friend is the one making him suffer—the devil.
“I'm heading out now. Behave and don't even try to do something, or else.” Seungcheol says, giving his nonstop and everyday warning towards Jisoo whenever he's going out. Jisoo just gave him a small nod, and of course the typical and usual Seungcheol smiled. Even just a small nod from Jisoo, it makes his pupils dilated. Whatever Jisoo does, he always finds it cute and adorable—a down bad man.
After Seungcheol left, Jisoo went back to his room. He never really tried to escape, because he knows deep inside him that he will never escape from Seungcheol. He never did anything wrong to disappoint his friend, that even after Seungcheol announced they're dating (they aren't) he didn't even argue.
It's as if he already gave up and just lived on with it. He let it flow; let anything happen to him. It doesn't matter anymore, he thought.
He accepted fate. He accepted the defeat. He won't be able to run away from it not anymore—unless he'll try hard and keep on trying, thus he's weak. Too weak.
—
The day went by so fast, and as usual Jisoo didn't do anything for the rest of his day but stroll around the house, eat and take a nap. This is his daily routine now, it became a muscle memory for him.
He's in his room when Seungcheol opened the door, expecting to see Jisoo in the living room. “Jisoo-yah, where are you?” Seungcheol called out, marching towards the open door of Jisoo's bedroom. He expected Jisoo to be asleep or at least just watching from his bedroom window.
But when he checked the room, he saw Jisoo covered with a blanket, shivering. He felt so hot, sweat covered his body, lips slightly apart. He called for Seungcheol, “Cheol-ah.. it's cold–” Cheol got caught off guard, Jisoo's voice is fucking seductive. This isn't the usual Jisoo, be thought.
“Jisoo, what's happening? Are you sick?” Seungcheol asked, walking towards the bed. When he reached the bed, he sat down and checked if Jisoo's okay. Suddenly he smell something off–a sweet smell, like a strawberry with a hint of cherry.
Heat.
Jisoo is in heat, for fuck's sake.
“Cheol-ah.. d-do something. Please, I don't like this.” Jisoo said, his voice is sultry but it also gave a hint that he didn't like it. Seungcheol’s alpha instincts suddenly popped. He let his strong scent mix with Jisoo's.
Finally, he thought.
This is what he has been waiting for. To mark his Jisoo, to knot with him, to mate with him.
“What's that smell?” Jisoo asked, and Seungcheol grinned like the devil he is. “That's my scent baby, I'm mixing it with yours.” Jisoo looked terrified with how his friend looked at him–and yet his body responded with how Seungcheol looked at him. “J-just please do something.. hic–”
—
Jisoo's moaning, his back arching. With every thrust, sends a jolt to his spine. His eyes dilated–rolling back even. “A-ahh! Nnh–there! Right there!” Jisoo moaned, and of course like the loving “mate” Seungcheol is, he non-stop hit that spot and continued fucking Jisoo's brain out.
Red marks that turn into purple ones are visible in Jisoo's body. Seungcheol's hand gripped Jisoo's waist tightly, and started jackhammering him like he won't be able to fuck Jisoo for a month.
Jisoo came for almost 3 times now, Seungcheol even marked him fully. “I'm fucking planting a seed inside you. I'll fucking knot you. I'm putting a baby inside, and you can't stop me.” Seungcheol growled, but Jisoo is way too drunk with pleasure he can't even comprehend what Seungcheol is saying.
Seungcheol's thrusts became lazy, and then his knot popped locking both of them together. Both of their breathing is ragged and Seungcheol's body collapses on top of Jisoo's body.
“Fuck, that was a great sex.” Seungcheol murmured, nibbling Jisoo's ear. “Damn, I love you.”
Silence.
The room fell silent, and the only thing that can be heard is their ragged breathing.
“You marked me..” Jisoo broke the silence, Seungcheol pulled his head away from Jisoo's neck and looked up at him. “I told you, I'll do everything to make you mine. And I finally did, now there's no escape.” Seungcheol said, licking Jisoo's chest.
“Soon your tummy will swell, carrying my adorable pup.” Seungcheol grinned.
Oh no.
»
Three months after the intimate night, Jisoo felt something different with his body—something new. Seungcheol noticed that of course, he isn't blind, he isn't someone who won't notice something off.
One time he noticed Jisoo sitting at the couch, fidgeting with his fingers, looking anxious. "Baby, you okay?" Seungcheol asked, standing in front and looking down at him. "Huh? O-oh yeah.. Just a little off." Jisoo answered, his voice barely audible.
"Mhm. Get ready, we're heading out. That's not something to ignore, your body's changing. And I am not blind nor dumb to notice that." Seungcheol said, and before Jisoo could reply the older stride towards the bedroom changing into something.
Jisoo who is confused hesitated to stand at first, and after convincing himself he immediately changed. Seungcheol went out the bedroom's bathroom, waters dripping from his hair. "Are you done?" He asked. "N-no.." Jisoo replied, Seungcheol just hummed.
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"So... You're 4 weeks pregnant." The doctor proclaimed, pointing at the screen where a small like bean is seen. "Those off feelings you felt isn't really off. There's an unborn child growing inside you, and you have to take care of yourself. Don't stress yourself, eat on time, drink my prescribed vitamins and always take a rest. It'll help both of you and the baby." The doctor added.
Seungcheol beside Jisoo, just nodded like he was writing down the doctor's instructions on his mind. After further advices from the doctor, they left.
"We're doing groceries first, before we go home. So we have a lot of stocked foods, so whenever you're hungry or craved something I can give it to you–unless, you craved for something else that my cooking powers can't provide." Seungcheol said, his left hand on the stirring and the other resting on Jisoo's thigh.
Jisoo just sat there silent, looking out at the car's window. His mind keep on replaying the doctor's words, like it imprinted on his brain. Baby, there's a baby growing inside him.