I Was Kidnapped By a Yandere Writer

Chapter 52: Meeting Eunchae.

'The moment I faced her, I knew right away.'

It was the other personality that Eunseol had foretold, right in front of him.

She had such a strong self-assertion in her attire and way of speaking.

Dokyun found himself standing up from the sofa and quietly gazing at the woman who had come before him.

Her eyes sharply piercing upwards.

Approaching him until his chin, she looked up at him with a sharp face and spat out words.

"You, the princess wants to drink coffee."

The moment he heard those words, his mouth fell open.

A single thought filled his dazed mind.

'What is this crazy woman?'

Calling herself a princess, her strange fashion sense.

They were things that Dokyun could not understand at all.

As Dokyun stared at her in a distant feeling, she grimaced and spat out words again.

"Hey! Are you ignoring the princess right now?!"

Despite her shouting, Dokyun could only maintain a dazed state due to her overwhelming presence that shook his sight and hearing.

Then, the woman who had been glaring at Dokyun until then, frowned deeply when she received no response from him, lifted her right foot back in frustration.

"Eek!"

With a loud angry sound, her right foot that had been pushed back forcefully swung forward.

Swinging her foot, her balance collapsed and she fell backward dramatically.

Thud..

From the back of her head hitting the floor.

Her body froze for a moment.

"Aaaah!!!"

Immediately, screams echoed throughout the house.

Dokyun, who had been dazed until then, felt a hollow laughter as he watched her rolling on the floor in a one-man show that she showed without warning.

Her pathetic appearance rolling around on the floor, holding her head that hit the floor, looked incredibly pitiful.

The tension that had briefly eased, seeing her heavily collapsing without giving a chance to be on guard, returned as he slightly raised his head.

A question arose in his mind.

'What was she trying to do?'

Although he had doubts, seeing her trying to clean the floor with her clothes, Dokyun finally came to his senses and helped her up, asking a question.

"Are you okay?"

"Huuu"

As he asked about her condition and brushed her head, she started shouting at him with teary eyes.

"What were you doing! If the princess falls, you should catch her!"

Unbelievable nonsense.

Seeing her forcing tears in the corners of her eyes and making excuses, Dokyun felt once again incredulous and burst into laughter as he spoke.

"No, why are you getting mad at me when you fell by yourself?"

Pfff!

A slightly shriveled appearance when refuting with logic.

Even while doing so, she couldn't bear her temper, her face turning red as she stomped on the floor with her foot and snorted.

"Ah, anyway, you have to catch her! It's common sense to catch her!"

'Huh?'

In an instant, Dokyun could deduce one fact from her words and actions.

That her mental age was probably at the kindergarten level.

Her words and actions were quite childish.

She was at the level of my six-year-old cousin who just turned six this year, making unreasonable excuses.

As Dokyun grasped the thread about her, he weakly muttered an apology.

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry."

After all, it was best to deal with young children by accommodating them appropriately.

It was only a loss to retaliate and try to assert one's dignity.

As Dokyun's apology reached her, she turned her head away and snorted.

"Hmph!"

Suddenly, a sense of absurdity enveloped him.

He felt so pathetic for worrying so much about preparing for the emergence of a new personality while wrapping his head last night.

'If I knew this would happen, I should have slept more comfortably.'

He had repeated worries and anxieties to the point where he would wake up from sleep and worry.

It was so ridiculous to worry about what would happen if he grabbed a knife and attacked, or if the next person demanded compensation for taking his car without permission, that the woman in front of him exuded a sense of insignificance with her whole body.

Letting out a small sigh, Dokyun moved his hand covering the back of her head and spoke.

"Look here. Let me check if it's torn."

At Dogyun's words, she flinched, trembled, and then stretched her hand down to show the wound.

Raising her hand and lifting her hair to inspect the back of her head, a slightly swollen scalp was visible.

'There's no blood.'

It didn't seem to be torn or anything.

Was her head harder than he thought?

Breathing a sigh of relief, Dokyun continued to inspect the swelling, and as he quietly entrusted the back of her head to him, he glanced at her.

In a moment of mischievousness, Dokyun moved his finger and lightly touched the swollen area.

"Ouch!"

A short scream followed immediately.

After screaming, she jumped up and quickly moved away from him, covering the back of her head, pouring out resentment filled with anger.

"What, what are you doing!"

Her face, showing determination as she scolded him, was truly desperate.

'Just because she's acting like that.'

Above the face scolding him, the face of his cousin overlapped.

In that moment, as Dokyun looked at her, he realized that he had encountered a truly less formidable opponent than himself in a long time, and with a rising mischievousness, he raised the corners of his mouth and spoke.

"Oh, I made a mistake."

I-I-IK...!

Her desperate gaze as she bit her lip and glared at him was truly pitiful.

Heo Dokyun, who was watching him, felt a refreshing feeling rising deep inside his body.

'Ah, the stress is relieved.'

It had been a while since he stood up in a superior position. He couldn't act recklessly when he was with Eunah. When he was with Eunseol, it was a thorough position of submission.

After about two weeks, Dokyun felt a sense of superiority over his opponent, and the joy that had been disappointing inside him until then began to rise.

'Yes, how can people live always being pushed around.'

You have to hit the sandbag once in a while to survive.

That way, you can smoothly overcome crisis situations.

It was delightful. The feeling of stress he had experienced so far was completely relieved.

"Are you sorry?"

"Cough!"

She stared at him again with narrowed eyes.

'What's the point of staring.'

The insignificant woman who showed her true colors as soon as she appeared was not his opponent.

As long as that woman was around, he felt like he could act comfortably.

So, while Dokyun was enjoying the refreshing feeling rising from within him, the woman who had been staring at him began to behave strangely.

"Cough"

As he heard the sobbing, Dokyun, feeling something strange, looked at her.

"Cough cough cough"

She started sobbing more intensely, her shoulders trembling.

'Huh?'

Tears began to well up in her eyes that had sharply risen. Her face wrinkled with a frown, her breathing in disarray.

'No way?'

Just as Dokyun was taken aback by her appearance, she began to burst into tears.

"Waaaaah!!!"

A crying sound that echoed throughout the house.

'Oh no!'

Puzzled, Do-kyun hurriedly approached her, but she collapsed to the ground and began to cry even more fiercely as if she had shouldered all the sorrows of the world.

"Waaaaah!!!"

"Oh, no"

Confusion and unease arose.

Although it didn't seem like she was being severely tormented, her excessive crying made him feel overwhelmed.

While Dokyun was feeling such sentiments, her crying only intensified.

"Waaaaah!!! Unniiiie!!!"

Unnie.

A sense of crisis arose.

In this situation, the sister she was looking for must be Eunseol.

As Dokyun listened to her crying, sweat beaded on his forehead.

Fuck

I don't know in what way, but judging from what Eunseol said yesterday, there must have been some form of communication between those personalities.

In other words, Eunseol might find out today that I made that girl cry.

Realizing what he had done, Dokyun felt a chill down his spine and hurriedly tried to comfort her.

"Tap, tap!"

"Aaah!!!"

Crying.

"Enough now! Santa Claus won't come if you cry!"

"Waaah!!!"

Comforting.

"I, I'm sorry, so please stop now"

"Huuu!!!"

He tried to apologize, but she had no intention of stopping her tears.

This is bad.

'I admit it. Honestly, watching that girl's behavior made me relax and act childish. If she hadn't burst into tears right away, I would have shown an even more childish behavior to match her level.'

In Dokyun's head, filled with panic, thoughts of what might happen next flashed by.

'Eunseol probably won't kill me for making this girl cry, but she will look at me with the deepest contempt in her eyes.'

He didn't have the confidence to withstand that gaze.

At that moment, he couldn't bear the shame that would overwhelm him.

With deep confusion, Dokyun tried to comfort her with awkward movements, but the more he tried to apologize, the more fiercely she cried.

This is really fucked up

He felt his back getting damp.

***

After crying for a while, she gradually began to calm down.

"Sob"

As her crying decreased and she started sniffing, Dokyun, who saw her face brightening, quickly took out a tissue and held it to her nose.

"Here, blow!"

"Huuu!!!"

Following my instructions, she blew her nose hard, and soon she stopped crying and stared at the floor.

Judging by the lingering tension in her shoulders, Dokyun decided that he should cater to her mood now. He smiled cautiously and spoke.

"Are are you okay now?"

"Hmph."

She turned her head to the side and sniffed in response to my question.

Seeing her, Dokyun felt his fist clenching, but knowing he couldn't handle the aftermath of her actions, he adopted a submissive attitude and spoke again.

"Um"

"What's this."

"Well, should we keep today's work a secret between the two of us?"

As she raised a smile on her face and offered her words, she glanced at me briefly before turning her gaze away and opening her mouth again.

"Let me think about it."

The response was a pending judgment.

With a slight feeling of breathlessness, Dokyun smiled and spoke, opening his mouth.

"Thank you! Is there anything you need? Coffee? Food?"

A desperate and submissive attitude.

Deciding that he needed to cater to her preferences to turn that pending judgment into a positive one, Dokyun asked with a submissive attitude.

Shortly after, he heard the answer from her, who had bowed her head deeply.

"Princess is hungry."

She wants to eat.

Suppressing the urge to curl his lips, Dokyun created a lively tone and replied.

"Sure thing! Just wait a bit. I'll be right back!"

Shortly after, Dokyun sprang to his feet and quickly headed to the kitchen.

Judging from her behavior of calling him a princess, it seemed like she wanted to play princess, but fortunately, Dokyun had bought sandwiches the day before.

It seemed like making coffee quickly and handing it to her with a sandwich would suffice.

After finishing his thoughts, Dokyun opened the refrigerator, took out the sandwich, boiled water, and took out instant coffee from a shelf, then made coffee.

Afterward, he put the sandwich on a plate that looked suitable, placed it on the table with the coffee, and showed consideration by pulling out a chair for her as she approached.

"Well, sandwiches are the best for breakfast, right?"

""

The conveyed response was pure disregard. She didn't even look at Dokyun and picked up the sandwich.

Shortly after, taking a bite of the sandwich, her mouth, which had been closed until then, opened.

"It's tasteless."

"What?"

As Dokyun's face turned pale, the self-proclaimed 'princess' looked at him with a sharp gaze and repeated her words with a nagging tone.

"Princess said this is tasteless. Bring something else."

Crack!

His hand holding the chair tightened.

The upward curve of his lips began to droop.

That little brat was throwing a tantrum over side dishes right now.

'You little'

He sincerely wanted to grab her and give her a good scolding.