I Was Kidnapped By a Yandere Writer

“Ugh…”

A groan escaped from his lips.

His head felt like it had been pounded by a hammer, reverberating, while his insides churned and roiled.

Dokyun opened his eyes, confirming his less than stellar physical condition before scanning his surroundings.

"The bedroom…"

On the bed in the bedroom.

He couldn't grasp why he was here.

"Clearly…"

He remembered going out, joining a drinking session. The image of people crowding around, passing drinks, flashed in his mind, followed by conversations with her.

What were they talking about? He couldn't quite remember.

His thoughts were interrupted by the persistent throbbing in his head.

“Ugh…”

Once again, a sound akin to a corpse's wail escaped through the crack.

Though he wanted to fall back asleep, a feeling of having missed something important nagged at him, prompting him to roll his head again.

Suddenly!

Dokyun's body jolted upright.

"Sh-…!"

An involuntary curse slipped out.

Cold sweat trickled down his back.

The events of the previous day, the conversation with her, replayed in his mind.

"Hey, these days, isn't cryptocurrency really hot?"

"Ugh…"

"So! I was thinking, what if we ride that wave for once…!"

"Ugh…"

"There's something good… I can't quite put it into words…?"

"Ugh…"

"With just this one move, our lives could turn around completely…"

The conversation continued.

"It's a bit awkward to buy alone, isn't it? Don't you have 500 million?"

"Ugh…"

"Hey, how about pooling our 500 million each and making a move with our influence?"

She, who had been advocating for cryptocurrency investments.

And then.

"How did I…?"

With beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, Dokyun grasped his head, reflecting on the events of the previous day.

Clearly.

"Nodding…"

He nodded.

"Damn it…!"

His eyes snapped open. Dokyun frantically rummaged through the bed with an impatient movement, searching for his smartphone.

After a while, with hurried movements, Dokyun found his smartphone under the pillow at the head of the bed. As he fumbled to turn on the screen, a strange icon appeared on the background.

"A coin app…"

Cold sweat dripped down.

With trembling hands, he tapped on the app, and the screen of the logged-in app appeared.

Shortly after, as Dokyun stared at the screen for a moment, he moved his finger to tap on the personal assets tab.

"Ah, ah, ah…"

The entire screen was painted in a deep blue hue.

A steeply descending graph in blue, plummeting downward.

A profit rate indicating 135%.

"Ugh… ah…"

Only a hollow sigh escaped his lips, and soon a sense of despair engulfed him.

It was strange.

Was he still not completely sober, or could this be real? There's no way his entire fortune would be tied up here, no, there's no way his assets would plummet like this.

With a thud.

His strength drained away as his smartphone slipped through his limp fingers.

His breath became labored, and his mind grew hazy.

"Heave… ho…!"

Emotions surged uncontrollably, and soon, blood rushed to his head along with those emotions.

Shortly after, staggering to his feet with unsteady steps, Dokyun moved towards the door with determination. As he swung the door open forcefully, he saw her sitting on the living room sofa, clutching her head.

For a moment, as he gazed at her, she sensed his presence and lifted her head to look at him.

"D-Dokyun, are you up…?"

She said with dilated pupils, shaking violently as if an earthquake had struck.

She spoke without using the language of the community or the any dialect, but he did not have the ability to notice that.

Anger filled her head, paralyzing all rational thoughts.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her heartbeats quickened even more.

As Dokyun, who could no longer control his emotions, approached her with excited movements.

"Uh, uh…?"

Her bewildered voice could be heard.

Thud!

Immediately after, as Dokyun grabbed her collar and shook her, her body began to sway in response to his movements.

The movement of the hand grabbing the collar intensified, followed by Dokyun's angry shouts echoing throughout the house.

"What are you going to do…! What about my moneyyyyy!!!"

As he vented his anger bursting from deep within, shaking her collar, her voice of surprise burst out again.

"Just, calm down! Calm down!"

"Calm down? Calm doooown?!"

The movement of shaking the collar intensified in response to the words he heard.

He could not calm down.

Feeling resentful towards the woman who made him invest in things he did not want, made him forget all his property, and told him to calm down, he simply could not calm down.

As he continued to shake her collar with a lot of resentment, her voice was heard once again.

"Wait a moment!"

Thud.

At the sound, Dokyun's hand stopped.

Thinking to listen to what she had to say, he stared at her boldly, and she looked at him with an awkward smile and spoke.

"Wh-who are we?"

Thud.

It felt like a line was being cut off in his head.

Even in the midst of this, this woman was saying ridiculous things.

Dokyun, who was almost at the point of losing his mind, shook her collar again and shouted.

"We are just pitiful souls!!!"

"G-gasp…!"

As he lifted the collar straight up, the sound of swallowing breath could be heard.

However, Dokyun, who simply could not control his emotions, did not realize this and continued to shake her collar while shouting.

"Confess! Confess!!!"

She thumped on Dokyun's arms as if her breath was being cut off, but Dokyun, consumed by emotions, paid no attention and continued to grab and shake her by the collar.

Suddenly, moisture welled up in her eyes, and tears streamed down.

"What are we going to do…! It's our children's future money!!! What are we going to do about all this!!!"

Money that had already been planned on how to spend it.

Dreams of exploring the depths with catastrophic capital and creating a harem with concubines collapsed.

The voice that had been shouting loudly was now filled with tears.

"Sob… Hoo… "

As her body was engulfed in sadness and the grip on her collar loosened, she finally caught her breath and pushed away Dokyun's hand, shouting.

Thud!

"W-wait, wash your face!"

Her hand was instantly pulled away.

As Dokyun raised his head in disbelief, he saw her, with a fixed expression and cold sweat on her face.

"W-what?"

He couldn't understand what she had heard.

He felt dazed for a moment.

"Wa-wash my face…?"

"Sob…!"

Understanding the meaning of her words, Dokyun wiped his face again and sat up, and she, hesitating for a moment, stepped back, hardened her expression, and spoke.

"You, did you only lose?! I did too! I lost too!"

She clenched her fists and thumped her chest, delivering her words with a thud.

"Hu, Huu…!"

She burst into a dry laugh.

Is it appropriate to say such things after ruining someone's life like that?

Is that person a human without guilt?

Feeling such absurdity, Dokyun erupted in anger again and yelled loudly.

"If you hadn't messed around, we wouldn't have lost!!!"

As Dokyun rushed towards her saying this, she started to sob and fled.

"Where the hell are you going!!!"

Dokyun spat curses as he chased after her, but as she ran behind the living room, she closed the door and blocked his entry from the inside.

Dokyun looked at the door blocking him.

The door to the dressing room.

Bang!

His fist clenched tightly. With blood rushing to his head, Dokyun pounded on the door with clenched fists and shouted again.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

"Come out!!! Damn it, come out!!!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Come outtttt!!!"

For a long while, he kept knocking on the door.

Click.

The door opened, and a person emerged through the crack of the open door.

Dokyun, who had been eagerly waiting, looked at the person who came out and, after confirming their identity, his strength drained away and he spoke in a helpless voice.

"…Eunseol?"

From head to toe in a knitted sweater, slacks, hair tied up neatly, and stylish half-frame glasses.

It was Eunseol.

"…"

"…"

Silence ensued, and after a moment of staring at him, she sighed deeply and spoke.

"…I'm sorry."

With those words, Dokyun, feeling deflated, knelt down as if his strength had left him.

"Ah… Ah…"

Meaningless sounds filled with despair escaped from his mouth, and his pupils began to shake violently.

After watching him for a moment, Eunseol tapped his shoulder gently, and only then did Dokyun, realizing the situation, erupted in anger, biting down hard.

His teeth clenched.

'Escape…!'

The vile seed of malice fled into his body.

Unconsciously, his hand reached up to cover his face, and a sigh of lamentation escaped.

"Huhuh…"

Why, why did this happen?

Continuing to ponder, he came to a conclusion.

'It's my fault… Yes, it's my fault…'

It was his fault for not being cautious around her, who had approached him with familiarity since the beginning.

Sadness, despair, regret, and hopelessness.

All sorts of negative emotions swept over him as he knelt, stumbling and twisting. And just as he was doing so, Eunseol, who had been watching him all along, spoke again.

"…It's your fault. I'm sorry."

Words of apology reached him.

As Dokyun looked up at her with a helpless gaze, she sighed deeply and added an explanation.

"That girl had been gambling lately and blocked her account. I thought she wouldn't do anything as long as there was no money, so I let my guard down…"

With a weary expression, she pressed her temples, then continued.

"…I didn't know she would touch your money. I'm sorry."

Dark circles were visible under his eyes.

"I'll make up for the lost money."

Seeing her offer to take responsibility, Dokyun, who had lost the strength to pour out more anger, replied with a weak voice.

"…No, it's not necessary. I should have been more careful…"

Seeing her expression, he couldn't bring himself to ask for the money.

"I felt disappointed."

Feeling disappointed and miserable, tears welled up in his eyes.

Emotions surging once again.

Dokyun clenched his hand that was touching the ground tightly and spoke.

"You don't need to take responsibility."

That's right. The guilty should be questioned by the guilty.

Dokyun lifted his head, which had been buried in the ground, and stared at her with determined eyes.

"I'll handle it myself…!"

With such a strong determination in his gaze, as she looked at him, she nodded with a crestfallen expression.

"…Okay."

A voice that seemed uncomfortable somewhere.

Dokyun, judging that this was all because of that vile manipulator, gathered his resolve once again and stood up, but then her voice echoed once more.

"Go to the living room, I'll make breakfast."

As Dokyun watched Eunseol turn around after saying that, he finally became aware of the state of his body, twisted by the hangover.

Gurgle.

As he focused on the sensations in his body, he felt the constant churning in his stomach.

He had been too drunk the day before.

"Ugh…"

Dokyun staggered to his feet, passing the end of the corridor to see her heading towards the kitchen.

Was it her way of comforting him? Realizing only now what she meant by saying she would cook first, Dokyun felt a small consolation as he shuffled along.

"Yeah, she's a victim too."

She must have been taken aback seeing him in this state as soon as he came out.

It would only make Eunseol more uncomfortable if he poured out his anger now.

This anger should be contained, to be released on a day when it would be appropriate.

Having made that resolution, Dokyun suppressed the urge to vent his anger, smoothed out his expression, and headed to the living room.

Later, sitting on the sofa, when he looked towards the kitchen, he saw her pouring something into a large pot.

He wasn't sure what dish it was, but the peculiar smell emanating from it raised some questions.

What could that smell be? He pondered for a moment.

"Could it be?"

Was she sacrificing her own taste preferences to make a spicy hangover soup for him? Lost in that thought for a while.

As the clattering sound reached his ears, and she finished cooking and setting up, Dogyun found himself staring at the pot beside her.

"Eat."

Staring at Eunseol for a moment as she spoke while sitting down, then back at the pot, Dokyun felt a sense of disappointment as he took his seat.

"Well then."

It was a menu that suited her.

The contents of the pot were kalguksu with plenty of coriander.