I Was Kidnapped By a Yandere Writer

I opened my eyes.

A refreshing sensation enveloped my entire body. It was a rare invigorating morning.

Unlike the vague feeling I always had upon waking up recently, today a refreshing feeling was coursing through my body.

Turning my head slightly to look beside me, I didn't feel the usual warmth that was always there.

'Ah.'

It was then that Dokyun realized the reason for his refreshed body.

'Eunah is not here.'

It was no wonder he felt refreshed without her, who always clung to him and tossed and turned all night when he slept well.

Suddenly, memories of past events flashed through Dokyun's mind.

Her illness, another personality, Go Eunchae, Go Eunseol.

After telling him the stories, she went into the bedroom, finished tidying up, and fell asleep.

She must have fallen asleep quite quickly, as he remembered that she was already asleep when he returned to the bedroom.

The memory of lying down on the bed in a proper posture and sleeping felt awkwardly different from Eunah.

As his thoughts continued, little by little his mind cleared, and Dokyun, realizing that he shouldn't lie in bed any longer, exerted strength throughout his body and slowly got up.

"Yawn…"

As he stretched, he felt his body's senses coming alive.

Dokyun shook his waist from side to side to wake himself up and checked today's schedule.

'Today…'

He had to go outside.

During the conversation, what had not felt real finally began to feel real.

"I'm going outside."

For nearly two weeks, he had been trapped inside the house, unable to anticipate when he would be able to leave. Therefore, the idea of going outside felt unfamiliar.

He tried to pass it off nonchalantly, but he couldn't help the fluttering feeling in his chest.

As he continued to feel the pleasant throbbing of his heart, Dokyun got up, opened the door of the closed bedroom, and went out. There, he saw her sitting on the sofa, sipping coffee and reading a book.

She glanced at him briefly before turning her gaze back to the book.

It was Eunseol.

He had worried about what would happen if another personality emerged during the night, but as she had said, the other personalities seemed to be firmly under her control.

"Good morning."

"Yeah."

As Dokyun approached the sofa and spoke, a short reply came.

As the awkward air began to fill the space, her mouth opened again, and her voice was heard.

"Go wash up, we'll eat out."

"Oh, okay."

After briefly addressing the matter, she ignored him again.

Seeing her being so indifferent, Dokyun couldn't imagine that she had been so talkative yesterday. He concluded that this side of her was closer to her usual self.

Having made his judgment, Dokyun didn't say anything more and simply got up and headed to the shower room.

For a moment, he felt that the situation was awkward.

Why was that? As Dokyun continued to think, he soon found the answer.

"It's been a while since I showered alone."

For the past two weeks, Eunah had always stayed where my gaze could reach, looking at me. This applied without exception to all processes of eating, sleeping, and washing, so today, as usual, he thought she would shower with him.

A forced laughter escaped from him.

Funny enough, his body seemed to have adapted to her by now.

'I need to wake up.'

'Was I still half asleep? Despite the need to realize that she was not an opponent to be taken lightly and to act accordingly, my body was still searching for traces of Eunah from her.'

Perhaps, he didn't know it was a reasonable thing to do.

Dealing with a different personality within the same body is not something one usually experiences, so it wouldn't be easy to get used to it.

Continuing his contemplation, Dokyun shook his head to shake him off and entered the shower room to start showering.

It felt awkward to shower without drawing the curtain and without paying attention to the person next to him, but Dokyun, who had erased him by now, quickly finished showering and came out again.

As he left the shower room, he saw her sitting and reading a book in the same state as before he entered.

"I've finished showering."

"Your clothes are prepared in the dressing room. Come out as you are."

An imperative tone.

Feeling a bit choked as if she was ignoring me with her words without even glancing at me, but it didn't seem like a big deal, so I passed her and headed to the dressing room.

He knew the location as he had looked it up before.

Approaching the dressing room quickly, when Dokyun opened the door, as she had said, a suit was laid out in the middle of the room.

Approaching to check, it was a suit that felt quite luxurious.

When did she prepare this, Dokyun thought as he continued his thoughts and checked the brand of the suit, a surprised sound escaped from Dokyun's mouth.

"Hermes…"

Even he, who had little interest in fashion, knew it was a suit from a famous brand.

As far as he knew, it was a brand that dealt with luxury clothing that cost hundreds of thousands for just one suit.

'She must be quite wealthy.'

Whether it was 5 billion won or this suit, Go Eunseol was a woman who spent a considerable amount of money.

With his mouth agape, Dokyun thought that since it had come to this, he should at least enjoy it and quickly changed into the clothes.

A suit that fit his body perfectly.

The feeling of the expensive value was no joke as it snugly wrapped around his body.

When he shifted his gaze to the full-length mirror in the corner of the dressing room, he saw his figure in the well-dressed suit.

Looking somewhat different from usual, it seemed like he hadn't even considered a 0.1 probability.

'It's nice to have money.'

He wondered if this was the taste of indulging in luxury.

Somewhere, a refreshing feeling. While smiling at my reflection in the mirror.

'…Wait.'

Suddenly, a fact that had been overlooked came to mind.

'How did she know my measurements?'

A chill ran down my spine.

Considering that the outfit was already prepared, it had to be assumed that she had already prepared the suit before kidnapping me.

'Sure.'

She mentioned that she had intervened in finding and preparing me.

In other words, she had accurately investigated my measurements during the process of finding me.

His eyes narrowed involuntarily.

'So, so scary…'

She was truly a frightening woman.

At that moment, as I trembled in fear, the door that had been closed until now opened, and she entered the dressing room.

"Are you ready?"

"Gasp!"

Startled by her sudden entrance, Dokyun glared at Eunseol and bluntly replied.

"If you just barge in like that, what am I supposed to do?"

Facing my cold gaze, she briefly closed her mouth, scanned me up and down, and then let out a chuckle as she spoke.

"What's so special about it."

A shiver ran down his spine.

An unmistakable tone of disregard.

As I was about to retort with anger, she spoke first.

"If you're ready, come out. I want to get some fresh air."

Dokyun felt his insides boiling with anger as he watched her turn away, but he couldn't bring himself to retort and followed her.

Seeing her walking ahead, his fist clenched tightly.

'Just wait and see…!'

One day, there will be a day to repay this disgrace.

***

From the woman in front of him, a voice was heard.

"What are you doing not following?"

It was a urging remark, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

The sight in front of Dokyun was shocking enough.

'What…'

Mansion.

The exterior was truly fitting for the word 'mansion'.

His expectations were half right and half wrong.

What was right was that the entrance was not the end of the house. Beyond the door lock installed in reverse, there was a living space much larger than the space he had been living in.

What was wrong was.

'It's not a high-rise mansion.'

The mansion was duplex, but the space he had been living in was the first floor of the mansion.

Suddenly, he remembered the words she had said.

"It's good to have a lot of thoughts, but if it's too much, it becomes delusion."

'Sigh…'

He felt gloomy. Perhaps he didn't realize that he was having excessive delusions, just as she had said.

"Hey."

"I'm going. Let's go."

Annoyed urging was heard again, and Dokyun roughly replied and followed her.

Eventually, as they stepped out of the entrance, a garden that could be the back of the mansion appeared before Dokyun's eyes.

'Wow…'

Truly, it was a house so overwhelmingly spacious.

As Dokyun's expression became dazed once again at the overwhelming sight, Eunseol, who was watching him, clicked her tongue and woke him up.

"Tsk, pull yourself together and follow me."

"Oh, yes."

After briefly following the woman who was leading the way, she led him to what looked like a garage in front of the house.

As the woman approached the entrance of the garage and manipulated something there, the shutter of the garage began to rise little by little.

Eventually, as the shutter completely rose, the scene that appeared seemed like a sight that Dokyun could not believe was real.

'Wow…'

A stupid exclamation popped out of my mouth.

Inside the garage, 8 cars were lined up neatly.

The amazing thing is that each of those cars is a luxury model worth tens of millions.

"Since the keys are inside, just pick one and come out casually."

Dokyun heard those words while staring blankly at him.

When Dokyun looked at her with a surprised face, she urged him again.

"Bring out the car."

"Should I drive?"

"Then should I do it?"

Naturally, she was directing him to drive.

If he didn't like it… there was no way he could dislike it.

How many men in the world hate cars, they're not just any cars.

If you were to mention a dream car, it would always be a luxury model that comes to mind.

But even that was a happy occasion when it was his car.

"What if we get into an accident? Insurance won't cover it."

"I've taken care of it."

Is he prepared even for that?

'In that case…'

His heart beat heavily.

Having heard the confirmation, there was no more hesitation.

His gaze returned to the garage.

They were all luxury cars, but there was one that particularly caught his eye.

'I choose you… I've chosen you…!'

His long-time dream. A car he never thought he would sit in his whole life.

The well-polished red body resonated with his heart. The weight coming from the low profile pulled him in.

With a dazed step, he approached it and felt a thrill as he grabbed the handle.

Click.

He opened the door, sat in the seat, and started the engine.

Vroom....

The exhaust sound vibrating the air. The roaring noise that seemed to chew and swallow him made his chest swell.

'Let's go… Let's go, Porsche!'

As he slowly released the brake, the car moved forward.

Even at a slow speed, the feeling of the car moving forward made his heart race.

'This is it!'

Yes. This was the real deal.

So, she got out of the garage for a moment while driving the car, parked the car in front of the entrance, and got into the passenger seat.

"I'll set the destination on the navigation, so follow along."

Without saying much, Dokyun glanced at her operating the navigation and asked one last question.

"Are you sure the insurance is taken care of? I wouldn't know what to do if there's an accident."

"…Yes, the insurance is sorted."

Insurance.

The slightly delayed words and the clue 'insurance.' Her face, avoiding eye contact.

Suddenly, anxiety surged.

"Excuse me?"

"…"

"Eunseol?"

Continuing to avoid eye contact, Eunseol sighed and replied persistently to the following gaze and question.

"If it gets scratched, that girl will get mad."

It was a random remark, but one could tell from her tone that the girl she referred to was another personality of Eunah.

"He's very particular about this, so if even a slight scratch appears, he'll go berserk."

"…"

As the conversation continued, Dokyun stared at her in silence, and she added an explanation.

"But don't worry, as long as it doesn't get scratched."

It was a careless remark.

"Drive."

"I don't want to."

"I said drive."

"I said I don't want to."

Staring at her persistent refusal, Dokyun realized one thing.

Go Eunseol. This woman doesn't know how to drive.

Her awkward glance outside the window, avoiding eye contact, was strange. Her fingers clenched on the armrest twitched.

"You don't know how to drive?"

Whip!

Her head quickly turned back in my direction.

She opened her mouth with a threatening tone.

"Stop talking nonsense and just drive."

Twitch.

Her gaze was fierce.

It was a murderous gaze that instinctively made one flinch.

Thinking she had found some weakness, he tentatively probed, but instead of a backlash, Dokyun quietly shifted his gaze forward and stepped on the accelerator.

Slightly.

Just a little.

The emotions that had been stirred up until then were erased, and in their place, tension began to fill the void.

He may not know what kind of personality this unseen one is, but one thing was certain from the atmosphere she created.

"If it gets scratched, it's gonna be a mess…!"

He had to return this car to the garage unharmed, without any injuries.