I Was Kidnapped By a Yandere Writer

50 billion.

It was too much money, so it didn't feel real.

However, only the intention of her proposal was conveyed.

Seduce Go Eunah.

In other words, stay by her side.

The meaning in her proposal deeply engraved in my heart shook me.

My fist clenches.

It was not driven by feelings of resistance or anger.

The emotion that clenched my fist was relief.

Amidst the relief, there was a self-loathing for accepting the excuse that I should rightfully stay by her side.

A somewhat willing heart emerged.

It was absurd to feel this sentiment, but it was inevitable even though I didn't understand myself.

The seeping smile and warmth colored my heart, leaving a stubborn trace that I couldn't erase.

Even if I tried to erase it, the trace shook me, made me turn back to find her. What I thought was a faint warmth turned out to be a delusion; her trace had already deeply penetrated me, tormenting me.

The affectionate warmth that used to cling to me was still sticking to me at this moment.

Even though 50 billion could allow me to live a carefree life, and even if the proposal was not true but just a charade, I had no doubt that she wouldn't give me that money.

Perhaps, because that amount was not of great importance to me.

Seeing my mind filled with the etched smile, my faulty mind just wanted to stay by her side a little longer, feel the warmth, and maybe I was using her proposal as an excuse.

Once again, her temptation echoed.

"How about it, isn't this worth challenging enough?"

Sweet words, like whispers of the devil, tickled my ears.

The low voice shook my heart.

As I closed my eyes and regulated my breathing, a long sigh escaped.

"Hoo…"

Opening my eyes, Dokyun, who had been emptying his own glass until then, opened his mouth and spoke.

"Give me a drink."

"Can I take that as acceptance?"

Dokyun replied, looking at her with a sly smile.

"What are you asking when you already know."

Rather wickedly, she completely grasped my feelings in this short moment and offered an excuse so that I could willingly accept her proposal.

I slyly left my emotions wavering between reason and emotion on the tightrope.

Pouring just half the amount of alcohol, her mouth opened.

"Alright, I'll rely on you from now on. Aren't we on the same boat now?"

Although her tone with a hint of laughter was somewhat annoying, the intention was quite welcoming.

"Yes, please take care of me."

The curt tone was a hint of rebellion.

But she seemed even amused by that, chuckling as she raised her glass towards herself.

"Let's do well."

She proposed a toast.

Dokyun silently clinked his glass against the one offered to him.

Clank...

A clear sound.

It was a verbal agreement, but neither of them complained about it.

As the glasses were set down, he brought it to his lips.

Swish...

Startled by the strong alcohol content, he coughed and sputtered, trying to expel it from his throat.

It was toxic. Unbelievably toxic. It was more toxic than any alcohol Dokyun had ever drunk. It burned fiercely like swallowing a hot coal.

Surprised by the potency of the alcohol, Dokyun looked at her, and she shrugged her shoulders, chuckling.

"Phew…"

Turning his head, covering his mouth, and suppressing a smile, but it was clear at a glance that the intention was mockery.

As Dokyun looked at him, his eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, he realized why Eunha didn't get drunk on the day they first overlapped their bodies.

"Drinking the same alcohol with the same body…!"

Even though they had clearly drunk the same amount, it now made sense why she hadn't changed her facial expression.

Feeling unjust, when Dokyun glared at Eunseol, she responded with a face trying to hold back a smile, curling her lips.

"Oh, are you not good at drinking?"

Her nonchalant tone provoked anger.

"Yes, that's how it turned out…!"

Answering with a snarl, it was extremely irritating to see her quickly empty her share of the glass with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Oh, so how are you going to handle social life then."

A smug tone.

Hearing words from someone who seemed to have never experienced social life at all made him even angrier.

"I'll manage. Just fine."

Feeling blood rush to his head, but his remaining reason still maintained respect in his tone.

Watching the boiling Dokyun, Eunseol, looking at his expression, chuckled again and replied nonchalantly.

"Well, okay. It's none of my concern."

Her sly smile and words seemed to scratch at his nerves.

What should he say, honestly, he was careless. He had imagined only drinking beer or wine, not this monstrous kind of alcohol.

Dokyun looked at the remaining alcohol in the glass, feeling like his stomach would turn upside down if he drank more, so he placed it on the table, sighed, and spoke.

"So, how long will you stay in that body."

Not wanting to continue the exhausting emotional struggle, he changed the subject.

Judging by her immediate attitude, it didn't seem like she would leave soon, so it was a question he brought up.

While she stopped sipping her drink in response to Dokyun's question, Eunseol raised her left wrist and said.

"Until this heals completely."

The bandaged wrist she showed was the one Eunha had cut with a knife just before she came out.

"There's no need for self-harm pain in Eunha's happy world."

Empty talk. Dokyun could infer several facts from those words.

Until now, it was Eunchae who had to deal with the aftermath of what happened.

And.

'Not paying attention to the scars on the wrist…'

Because she was not even aware of the existence of the scars.

Although one of my lingering curiosities was resolved, the frustration inside him grew deeper.

It was because of the attitude towards Eunha in her tone that was not very pleasant.

Although she was not comparable to Eunchae, it was clear that it was not a positive reaction.

Overall, there was a condescending and disdainful attitude embedded in her speech.

Although it could be the way she treated everyone, the growing unease could not be erased.

As Dokyun maintained silence in his growing unease, Eunseol, who had been observing his expression, spoke again.

"I'll say it again, if I was going to eat this body, I would have eaten it more than ten years ago."

There didn't seem to be any hint of defiance, but he was still reading into it.

Dokyun, with an anxious expression, quickly apologized.

"…I'm sorry."

"No. Thoughts are free, so it's not something to be said, but it's a bit unfair."

Dokyun's gaze met her face.

Although she protested that it was unfair, her face showed a calm expression without any particular expression.

Even if Dokyun tried to read her mind, he couldn't read anything from her face.

He couldn't read anything about her intentions or what she wanted. Nothing at all.

As Dokyun continued to think about this while looking at her, she spoke again.

"By the way."

"Why are you like that?"

"Because I didn't tell you."

Saying that, she glanced at me and spoke in a low tone.

"Perhaps Go Eunah won't remember today's events."

"Today's events… What do you mean?"

"Yes."

Once again, she emptied her glass and refilled it with alcohol as she continued to speak.

"As I said, any stimulation that crosses Eunha threshold is all borne by Eunchae. The same goes for today's events. Anything like you seeing your own secrets or engaging in self-harm in front of you is a stimulation that has crossed Eunha threshold."

Perhaps Eunha will act as if nothing happened today. So, you should act accordingly.

The continuous words and the previous explanation intertwined, creating a confusing moment.

With doubts rising, Dokyun blurted out a question while looking at her raising her glass.

"That's strange."

"What is?"

"It will take at least a week for the wound to heal, so if another personality emerges during that time, wouldn't Eunah feel a temporal dissonance when she wakes up later?"

It didn't make sense. It was heard that those with dissociative identity disorder notice their other personalities in a different way.

Even if it's dismissed as delusion, wouldn't one feel that temporal dissonance themselves? Is that possible?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The tone of her response seemed indifferent to what she heard.

As she continued speaking, her expression, which had been sulking before, regained its momentum.

"If you just ignore that, a happy world will be maintained. What's so important about those few days?"

"Ah…"

It became clear.

She was saying that Eunah consciously erases all the dissonances that come close to reality and maintains her delusions.

Although not paying much attention to having multiple personalities, through her words, it was possible to realize that Eunah's delusional symptoms were quite severe.

The following was silence. She continued to sip her drink, while Dokyun sat on the sofa, simply taking time to organize his thoughts.

As he continued his thoughts, Dokyun felt a heavy emotion welling up inside him.

Perhaps, it was similar to sadness or empathy.

In the continuous story, the emotion he felt towards Eunha seemed to be this.

Tearing himself apart, overlaying illusions to look at the world, she had to live like that. It was a pity that he, who had barely any connection, was her only lifeline.

The fact that entering her study was a stimulus beyond a threshold, that he was that important to her, was lamentable.

She had found him, just one of the many readers, as the only person she could lean on. That was how lonely her life was.

Glancing over, he saw her drinking next to him.

Perhaps, this was not what she wanted to say. Wasn't her intention to make him sympathize with her, to care for her?

Since he could vaguely sense that the answer coming from her would be silence, he didn't bother to ask.

He simply bowed his head again to organize his thoughts.

Thus, as the silence continued for a long time and the bottom of the bottle was visible, she, who had been drinking, stood up and spoke.

"Tomorrow, I'm going out. I know that much."

When Dohyun raised his head, she stared at him and added an explanation.

"We're going out together."

Not understanding the meaning of the words he heard, Dokyun momentarily paused, then as he understood the meaning, his face went blank and he opened his mouth. She continued speaking in a low tone.

"There must be things to take care of outside, places you need to contact."

Of course there were.

However, he didn't expect those words to come out of her mouth.

"While you're out, take care of everything and come back. I don't want any unnecessary variables."

A definite statement. Dokyun, unable to understand her intentions, stared at her for a moment, then tried to figure out what she meant.

"What are you going to do if I run away?"

A seemingly provocative statement.

She, who had been staring at him, slightly raised the corner of her mouth and responded with a question.

"Are you going to leave?"

A confident expression.

While she responded with a question, she was sure that he wouldn't leave.

"Fine. What are you talking about."

Feeling like he would only lose by talking more, he declared surrender first, and she seemed to smile.

"I'll clean up upstairs roughly. I'll go to bed first."

Saying that, she turned and went into the bedroom, leaving Dokyun alone in the living room. He sighed and leaned back on the sofa. Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind, and he sat up to look at the table.

'Wait a minute.'

He looked at the table. The messy table, empty bottles and glasses rolling around, and in one corner, the book she was reading until just before he came out.

The spilled drink she had dripped on the table while continuing her explanation was sticky, and only he was left here now.

Suddenly, Dokyun, who was continuing his thoughts, let out a bitter laugh.

'Is this a setup?'

His gaze turned to the closed bedroom door.

He hadn't noticed it early when she went in, but now he's sure that it's all set up.

His eyes narrowed.

'As expected.'

She was not an easy opponent.