I Was Kidnapped By a Yandere Writer

Three days had passed.

There hadn’t been any significant changes in their daily life. They still woke up, had meals, and washed themselves just as before. They spent time in the living room and then had another meal before going to sleep.

The routine continued without deviation. However, if one asked if nothing had changed at all, that wasn’t entirely true.

Dokyun lowered his head and looked at Eun-ah, who was nestled in his arms.

– Tap. Tap. Tap…

The back of Eun-ah’s head was moving up and down as she was typing on her laptop. Since yesterday, she had started working on her manuscript again.

Without saying a word she continued to concentrate. She was clearly different from before.

‘It’s fascinating.’

Dokyun, having lived as a reader and always seen the finished results, so the process of creating a like this came to him as incredibly intriguing.

The process of combining letters to form words, words into sentences, and sentences into paragraphs continued.

Her slender fingers danced across the keyboard, then paused to erase the previous sentence before overlaying it with a new one.

Black letters swiftly arranged themselves on the blank white page.

Her typing speed was remarkably fast. Dokyun wasn’t sure if all writers were like that, but he believed that she had a tendency to write quickly.

He estimated that the number of pages she had turned had reached approximately 12 pages.

Dokyun didn’t know if it was because she was concentrating on the writing process, or if it was because she really writes quickly, but it was so fast that he thought she was already finished writing?

Suddenly, Dokyun wondered what was happening inside this woman’s mind.

He vaguely remembered hearing that writing a meant translating the scenery in one’s mind into sentences.

He became curious about what kind of scenery existed in her mind, something so concrete and vivid that she could write without any obstacles. He was curious about her.

‘No, could she really be that talented?’

He thought it was plausible enough. Her writing gave off a strong impression of being complete from the beginning.

In addition, the glimpses of her childhood he saw in the diary from the study added credibility to his hypothesis.

Dokyun recalled the contents of the diary.

[Today, I learn about classical humanities…]

[Today, I read philosophical books…]

He didn’t know what factors her mother considered important in her education.

However, Dokyun thought that her mother’s upbringing had played a significant role in shaping the way she wrote.

While the thoughts continued, before he knew it, she finished her manuscript and turned to him.

“D-Done!”

Her face, as she glanced up, was bright. Dokyun, filled with anticipation, looked into her eyes and lightly stroked her round forehead as a mischievous smile escaped.

“Good job.”

“Hehe…”

It was a laugh he hate to hear, but her head was leaning against his chest and she was just laughing.

Even though she seemed to be quite smart, her actions seemed so childish that Dokyun felt a sense of contradiction.

‘Come to think of it…’

What he learned from observing her was that she was on medication. Twice a day after meals, morning and evening, she swallowed a few pills with water.

He didn’t know what medication it was, but he speculated that it might be psychiatric medication.

‘What kind of disease is it…’

Dokyun hadn’t thought deeply about it, but it seemed certain that she had a mental illness. However, due to his limited knowledge in that area, it was difficult to determine the specific condition she was suffering from through her behavior alone.

Judging by occasional words and actions, he speculated it could be an impulsive disorder or delusional disorder, but he couldn’t assertively confirm it.

While the thoughts were going on, she shifted her position, removed the laptop that was resting on his thigh, and turned to cuddle up to him.

“Again, do it again…”

It seemed like she was asking for more praise.

Dokyun gently patted her back in response to her request and continued to stroke her head while speaking.

“You did well. As expected of a writer, your focused appearance is really impressive.”

“Hehe…”

Eun-ah giggled and her face brightened with joy. Her eyes folded delicately, radiating a gleam within.

It was that smile; A transparent smile that blew away all his previous thoughts and penetrates inside.

‘Sigh…’

It was starting again; A tingling sensation in the heart. A strange ripple that tightly grips the inside.

When he looked at her face, his body got out of his control like this and Dokyun started to rampage by himself.

Unable to bear staring at her face any longer, Dokyun hid her face in his embrace.

“Ugh…”

A muffled sound came from his chest as her face pressed against it.

Rather than a feeling of possession, a faint and distinctly cool warmth circulated. A subtly addictive fragrance pricked at his nostrils.

A faint heartbeat like that of a child knocked on Dokyun’s chest. Even though he tried his best not to pay attention, once he became conscious of it, everything about her became apparent.

In the meantime. He felt a hand tickling his back. Dokyun lowered his head to look at her, and he saw her tickling him with the corners of her mouth twitching.

There was nothing wrong with not responding, so he gently scratches her waist with his index finger.

“Huhu!”

Her body twitched and a funny laugh erupted.

Last night, when Dokyun tickled this woman’s waist, he felt mischievous because she twisted her whole body in agony, and he tickled her until she burst into tears of joy.

As she shed tears like a kid while crying, he felt flustered and tried to comfort her somehow. However, since then, that woman had been trying to tickle him whenever she had a chance.

Dokyun didn’t say anything because it was funny, but he wasn’t particularly ticklish, so he didn’t think it would turn out the way she wanted.

When Dokyun lowered his eyes to look at her, he saw a face with pouting lips.

She narrowed her eyes and attempted to jab at his waist again, but he didn’t feel anything.

Dokyun saw Eun-ah pouting her lips, made up a smile, and spoke.

“You did it first this time, didn’t you?”

“Uh…”

Her eyebrows furrowed. The fingers poking around his waist added strength, but he still didn’t feel anything.

She expressed her anger by driving her head into his chest.

It seemed like it was time to stop tormenting her and try to console her. If he continued teasing her, it would become harder to handle.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

“Eh…”

She flinched.

He felt her body freeze momentarily. The expression from just a moment ago disappeared without a trace, replaced by a sense of embarrassment.

Although he thought about it multiple times.

‘She’s really easy.’

In the line of not touching the trigger, she was a really easy woman.

According to what Dokyun had observed so far, she could easily regain her emotions as long as she recognized it as a joke or his actions stayed within acceptable limits

There was no incomprehensible grip force that tore his hand, and no emotional line that suddenly plunged him to the floor.

That made the assumption of ‘maybe’ bloom continuously in Dokyun’s mind.

Dokyun gritted his teeth.

‘Enough…’

It was an absurd situation. He tried to think that way, but it wasn’t easy. Her pure smile, directed only at him, was so powerful.

As Dokyun continued to ponder, he felt a hand on his waist gently sliding down.

A hand moved toward his buttocks.

Dokyun moved his hand that had been patting her back to stop it and spoke up.

“No.”

“Huh…”

It was a voice filled with frustration, but there was no way. While he had succeeded in making a promise with her that day and somehow managed to restrain her, she was still plotting to target his body whenever she got the chance.

Dokyun made eye contact with Eun-ah, put on a stern expression, and then spat out another warning.

“We made a promise, right?”

“Ooh…!”

“Answer me?”

“yes…”

She pouted again.

He was disgusted by her protruding lips, so when he poked his finger over it, she immediately bit off his finger.

“Ah.”

She lightly bit his index finger with her front teeth and looked up at him. After her eyes slightly fold, mischief appeared on her face, and then…

Lick.

He could feel her tongue passing through the tip of his index finger.

Snap!

Feeling the damp sensation on his finger, he quickly withdrew it and glared at her. She had one corner of her mouth raised in a sneaky smile.

Did she think she had won? Dokyun didn’t like the triumphant expression on her face, so he gently tapped her head.

“Eek!”

She tightly closed her eyes and let out a strange moan.

“Stop being so dramatic.”

He lightly tapped her forehead, but even that seemed to make her angry. But with a pouty face, she tapped her own forehead and opened her mouth.

“Tte, tteok…!”

Perhaps she wanted to make a stern-looking expression on her own, she slightly hardened her face, but the slightly heated blush and twitching corners of her lips were so sloppy that they didn’t look stern at all.

‘What is tteok?’

Even thinking about it, Dokyun couldn’t stop laughing.

“Puff…”

As she looked at Dokyun, she didn’t get the reaction she expected she seemed frustrated as her face became uneven.

Her face was funny, so Dokyun thought to keep an eye on her, but when he gave her a hug and patted her back. As her mood lightened, she started laughing.

“Hey…”

‘Oh, I’m really going crazy.’

‘I have to act…’

His emotions were gradually becoming mixed. His heart was racing again. It felt like he might have an arrhythmia.

Yes, it was arrhythmia. The last time Dokyun had a health checkup was around three years ago, so it must have developed during that time.

It must have been caused by smoking too much. Day in and day out, drinking coffee, living alone, and indulging in alcohol must have led to this condition.

It would not be the warmth he felt in her arms, but the throbbing sensation caused by abnormalities in his body.

“Hey, Mr. Bee…”

Their eyes met. Her eyes, looking up at him, were so clear that he could see himself reflected in them.

“Yes.”

“N-now, let’s have a meal…”

‘Ah.’

It was a moment when his mind suddenly cleared.

“Ah, yes. meal.”

“Yeah… Let’s go now…”

The strength in his arms weakened. As she slipped away from his loose embrace, he felt a sense of emptiness.

It wasn’t hunger that caused it, but the void left by the disappearing warmth.

His rationality twisted a little.

…It just twisted.

The warmth that was swirling around him a moment ago felt like a dream, and he felt hazy and comfortable. He didn’t want to wake up, so his rationality simply writhed as if murmuring in his sleep.

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