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Every inch of his wall is covered with photos of the guy he’s obsessed with. Random paper scraps stuck up there, and messy little notes he wrote about him.
No one really knows when Seongje started following this guy. Maybe it all started when they met for the first time at that combined event between Ganghak and the neighboring school, Yeoil.
It was an art exhibition festival. Seongje was just wandering around, not really caring. Then one painting grabbed his attention.
It was a canvas showing a guy with his eyes wrapped in fabric, yet he still had glasses on. His hair was all messy, and he wore a maroon-colored outfit that kinda looked like his school uniform.
“Interested in finding out the meaning behind it?”
Seongje was startled by the voice. He looked to his side and found a guy from Yeoil standing there. He was a little taller than him, his face almost unreal with how perfectly shaped it was.
He let out a small smirk. “I’m kinda curious about you now. What’s your name?”
The guy let out a quiet chuckle, his calm eyes resting on Seongje. It felt like his gaze was digging into his thoughts.
“Na Baekjin. I’m the one who made the painting you were just looking at.”
So this was him, the person behind the artwork he'd been studying. Both the painting and the artist were just as captivating.
Seongje moved in closer, only a few centimeters apart now. Baekjin didn’t move, letting him act however he wanted.
“Yeah? Na Baekjin, huh. My name is—”
“Geum Seongje.” He cut him off. What the hell? How did Baekjin know his name when he wasn’t even wearing his name tag?
His eyes narrowed at him, sharp. Seongje took two steps back. “You… huh, how do you know my name?”
But the guy who confused him only gave a careless shrug. “I just do.”
Seongje fell silent, something about him pulling him in. That spark of interest slowly turned into something he couldn’t control, a desire to claim him.
Maybe that was when Seongje quietly started following the Yeoil student. He took pictures of every little thing Baekjin did.
His daily routines became something he accidentally memorized.
From Baekjin leaving his apartment for school at six in the morning, to heading home at four in the afternoon. Then walking to his tutoring place with his headset on. Returning from there at eight at night. And every Sunday, visiting a museum two hours away from his home if he took public transportation.
Seongje kept tailing Baekjin nonstop, always staying quietly behind him. Snapping photos without ever getting caught. It’s been a month of this—no boredom, nothing. If anything, he kinda felt happy?
But one Thursday night, something felt off. His curiosity kicked in hard. And right then, Geum Seongje’s life completely changed.
That night, Baekjin didn’t go straight home after his extra class. Seongje, hiding behind a tree near the building, looked confused.
He hopped on his motorbike and followed Baekjin, who took a taxi to who-knows-where. Twenty minutes passed. Then finally, the taxi stopped.
The taxi stopped in front of a small alley between two supermarkets. Seongje parked his bike out front, the alley was way too narrow for him to bring it in.
He walked slowly, following Baekjin’s relaxed pace. The guy even had his headset on, so Seongje wasn’t too worried about getting caught.
“Shit!” He tripped over a rock and almost fell. He clicked his tongue and straightened up again before continuing the chase.
Wait. Where did Baekjin go? Oh, crap. Seongje had lost him. He looked around, he was already out of the narrow alley, and now there were three choices: right, left, or straight ahead.
Too quiet. Too dark. The houses had their lights off. The only light came from an old streetlamp beside him, flickering weakly.
“Ugh, where did he go? Maybe I should just come back tomorrow,” he muttered.
Seongje decided to turn around, but the moment he did, something slammed into the side of his neck. His breath caught. His body trembled. His vision blurred, darkened. His consciousness slipped away.
His eyes fluttered open slowly, trying to adjust to the dim light above him. Seongje hissed, his head throbbed, his neck ached.
He tried touching his neck, but wait, his body was tied up. He was seated on a chair, ropes wrapped too tightly around him. The only thing he could move were his legs.
“Damn it! What the hell is this?!”
Seongje struggled to break free, but the knots were way too tight. He looked around. The room was filled with paintings covering every wall. A chill ran down his spine.
“Relax. I can’t paint you properly if you keep squirming like that.”
A voice he knew way too well echoed in the room. Seongje looked straight ahead and saw a guy calmly sitting in front of a white canvas. He recognized him instantly, Na Baekjin.
Noticing the heavy stare, Baekjin glanced up from his canvas and met Seongje’s eyes. A smug, almost amused smile tugged at his lips.
He put his brush and palette aside, then rose from his seat, casually walking toward Seongje, who stayed frozen in place, mind racing to make sense of everything.
"Seongje. Why do you look so confused, huh?”
His fingers glided over Seongje’s cheek, then curled under his chin, lifting his face toward him.
Seongje’s confused stare met Baekjin’s, eyes slightly unfocused. The hand on his chin tightened.
“Didn’t expect this?”
Baekjin let the grip ease and tapped the cheek of the now-glassesless man softly.
He paced around him, looking exactly like a predator checking out its trapped prey. Baekjin’s shoes clicked on the wooden floor, each step echoing and adding to the creepy vibe.
A couple minutes later, Seongje came to his senses and fought back. “Na Baekjin! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Let me go!”
Baekjin chuckled quietly. He bent down, whispering right by his ear. “And why would I do that?”
Silence. No answer. Baekjin let out a short huff, spinning the chair to face him. His fingers brushed Seongje’s face, gripping his chin again, forcing his gaze up.
“Answer me, Seongje.” His tone was low and annoyed. “Why should I let you go? You’ve been tailing me for a whole month. Now you’re finally here with me. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Seongje’s eyes went wide, a tremor running through him. “Y-you… you knew…” he whispered, barely making a sound.
Baekjin’s smile widened. His eyes looked calm yet terrifying, making Seongje turn his gaze away. He couldn’t keep staring into those pitch-black eyes.
“You really think I’m stupid enough not to notice you?” His grip loosened as his fingers slid to the back of Seongje’s head. Without warning, he yanked his hair, forcing him to look up.
“Pathetic. Following me around like some lost puppy. And now you’re trembling in front of me?”
Baekjin scoffed. His grip tightened even more, earning a pained whimper from Seongje.
“Seongje. You should be grateful, shouldn’t you? The ownerless little puppy finally got picked up by the person he obsessively followed.”
His low voice dripped with menace. Seongje looked horrified, still fighting the restraints. “Shut the hell up! Let me go, you asshole!”
“Let you go so you can run from the man who bothered to take in a filthy stray like you? How pitiful.”
That condescending look. Seongje hates it. But his body betrays him. How could his body react to Baekjin’s words that clearly belittled him.
"Let go. Let me go! You're playing dirty, fight me if you’ve got guts! Don’t be a coward!"
Baekjin tilts his head. His lips copy the words. Repeating the lines said by the pitiful guy tied to the chair.
"Coward?" his hold loosens. Finally slips off. A lazy smirk creeps onto his expressionless face. "Ah, I think that your mouth needs some discipline."
Baekjin’s fingers slide down along the rope wrapped around Seongje’s body. He unties it slowly, knowing exactly what’ll happen once it's off, but he wants to let the stray puppy struggle before it eventually bows to him.
The rope drops. Just as Baekjin predicted, Seongje shoots up and slams him into the wall. Seongje’s fingers curl around his neck firm enough to choke anyone else, but not Baekjin.
Baekjin’s smile stays put, calm as ever as he watches Seongje. “Mhm, such a feisty little pup. Really entertaining.”
Seongje growls irritably and lets go of his grip. His breath comes out ragged. He scans the room; every painting shows the same figure. A man with glasses. Looks familiar, enough to send chills down Seongje’s spine.
“Curious, sweetheart?”
Baekjin’s words cut through his thoughts. Seongje jolts and shoots him a venomous look. “Shut up!"
Without even noticing, Seongje walks toward a canvas that grabs his attention, the same spot where Baekjin had been sitting when he woke up from passing out.
Baekjin looks completely at ease, casually following after him. He chuckles softly at the shock written all over Seongje’s face.
And of course he’s shocked, his breathing picks up again out of anger. His eyes won’t leave the half-done painting. It’s him, tied to a chair just like earlier.
His mind races, thinking as fast as it can. He looks around, every painting on the walls is… him? Horrifying.
Seongje shoots Baekjin a look full of disbelief. “You sick bastard. You really kidnapped me and painted me like this? Freak.”
Hearing that makes Baekjin burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the room. He walks closer to Seongje. “It’s kinda cute that you’re pissed about something like this.”
“Why are you pissed? You did the exact same thing. Sneaking around watching me, putting those photos you took all over your wall.”
It feels like a hammer hits Seongje’s head the moment he hears that, Baekjin really sounds like he knows everything.
Seongje panics, unsure what to do. He spots a door in the room; he needs to get out however he can.
His steps are rushed and clumsy, and Baekjin clicks his tongue in annoyance at his movements. His hand grabs Seongje’s arm lazily, stopping him from leaving.
“Let go, you jerk!” Seongje squirmed hard, moving like some wild stray dog. Then his foot accidentally kicked a tiny table with the black paint Baekjin had been using to paint.
The black paint flew and splattered toward Baekjin’s unfinished canvas. Baekjin went still, eyes sharpening with obvious anger.
The one who caused the chaos stared wide-eyed, struggling again because he knew things were about to get really bad for him.
“Seongje.” His voice came out like a low snarl. Without a single cue, Baekjin grabbed his arm and tossed him onto the couch nearby.
A small hiss escaped Seongje when his back slammed against the cushion. He didn’t even get the chance to protest before Baekjin crashed his lips onto his, kissing him fiercely.
Baekjin’s hand clamped tightly around his nape, his tongue pushing into his mouth. Seongje shoved at Baekjin’s shoulder to get him off, but damn, the man was unbelievably strong.
He surrendered, letting out a quiet moan without meaning to when his lower lip was bitten. “Nhn..”
That muffled sound didn’t slip past Baekjin; he let out a low chuckle against his mouth. Seongje grew even more frantic, feeling his breath run out. His hand hit Baekjin’s shoulder weakly, trying to shove him off.
The kiss broke apart. Seongje instantly dragged in air, rough and shaky. His face flushed, a smear of spit at the corner of his lips, his eyes glossy, beautiful. A view Baekjin refused to look away from.
“Shit, what the hell are you doing!” Seongje shot Baekjin a sharp look, while the guy who’d just kissed him stayed annoyingly calm. Baekjin’s thumb wiped across his lower lip.
Feeling toyed with, Seongje fought back again. His fist tightened around Baekjin’s collar.
“Are you freaking deaf? Answer me!”
Baekjin let out a scoff. Watching Seongje still struggle like that was almost amusing to him. He grabbed both of Seongje’s wrists and pinned them above his head with one strong hand, then pulled a rope from his pocket and tied them up.
His knee pushed between Seongje’s legs, spreading them and making him whine. “Quit fighting, pup. You’re just making me want to hurt you so you’ll behave.”
Seongje looked at Baekjin in horror. He knew exactly what would follow, he wasn’t dumb.
“Baekjin… let me go, damn it.” Seongje’s voice was barely there. Baekjin didn’t even acknowledge it, his eyes shining with hunger.
His other hand moved to the top of Seongje’s uniform and he ripped it open without hesitation—more tearing than removing—pulling it off in one harsh tug that made Seongje yelp.
His whole upper body was exposed, and Baekjin clicked his tongue in appreciation before tearing off whatever fabric was left on him.
Seongje looked flustered, his hands trying to cover himself even though it was useless. He still tried to pull away even though there was no chance—the rope digging into his wrists was too damn tight, he knew it’d leave marks.
Baekjin bent down and bit softly at Seongje’s exposed shoulder. His fingers toyed with Seongje’s right nipple, making him jerk and moan.
“Mnhh… J-Jin-ah… Don’t…”
Hypocritical. Seongje refuses, but his body betrays him. His body moved along with Baekjin's fingers.
"Sshh... Don't you dare refuse."
After being satisfied with biting and marking Seongje's shoulders and neck. Baekjin now goes to Seongje's left nipple, he presses it gently, and bites gently to test Seongje.
"Ah! B-baek..! Nhnn.. No!" Seongje really felt embarrassed. How could his body betray him? He was completely silent as if he was letting Baekjin do as he pleased.
Seongje flinched again when he felt Baekjin's hand trying to unbutton his trousers. “No.. Baekjin.. Don't!”
However, Baekjin didn't care. He managed to unbutton Seongje's trousers. He released a kiss on her nipple, pulled Seongje's uniform trousers and underwear in a hurry.
Baekjin was transfixed by the sight before him, he chuckled softly. “So... the great Geum Seongje has a pretty cunt, huh?”
Seongje fainted after hearing that. He hurriedly closed his legs again, although it was useless because Baekjin held him easily.
Baekjin's thumb rubbed the outside gently, making Seongje gasp and weaken. Seongje subconsciously spread his legs, giving access to Baekjin. "Good boy." Baekjin muttered quietly.
Baekjin stopped rubbing Seongje's pussy, he chuckled seeing the disappointed look on Seongje's face. He put three fingers into Seongje's mouth. “Lick it, pup.”
Seongje really feels embarrassed, his self-esteem has been trampled. He hesitantly crushed Baekjin's three fingers that were in his mouth. His voice sounded seductive. When he felt enough, Baekjin took his finger out so the saliva dangled.
“Fuck, you look so pretty.” Seongje blushed hearing that. Baekjin again pointed his wet finger at Seongje's pussy which looked tempting.
Seongje tried to close his legs again, and was again held back by Baekjin. "Don't be hypocritical, Seongje. Open your legs before I lose my patience." Hearing that Seongje immediately opened her legs, he didn't want to take any risks, with his hands tied and his body weak he couldn't do anything.
Without waiting any longer, Baekjin inserted two fingers at once into Seongje's pussy opening which felt very narrow.
"Ah! Mnhh.. J-jin.. too—" Seongje couldn't finish his sentence when Baekjin moved him. “Baekjin!”
Baekjin growled seeing Seongje who looked beautiful with tears streaming down his cheeks, he looked impatient. Baekjin inserted another finger so that now three fingers were buried.
“J-jin.. n-nhhh!” Seongje's pussy clenched so that Baekjin felt his finger squeezed into the tight hole.
“Damn. Don’t pinch me, babe.”
Seongje shook his head, he couldn't stand the pleasure that was pouring in his pussy. He opened his legs wider, his pussy twitching. Seongje felt his release coming. However, damn it, Baekjin took his finger out.
Seongje's face looked disappointed. His face was red from crying and feeling good. Baekjin grinned seeing that. “I don't want to see you come with just my fingers.”
Baekjin suddenly slapped Seongje's pussy, making the owner flinch and twitch. "No wonder you like it." Baekjin slapped again, over and over again until Seongje choked on his sobs because he felt the pain mixed with pleasure.
"Stop..." Seongje's voice sounded slurred, his hands were still tied together trying to cover his pussy which was starting to hurt.
Baekjin chuckled in annoyance at the sight of him, he pushed Seongje's hand away and slapped him once again until Seongje screamed. "Ah!"
He was silent for a moment, looking at the tempting view in front of him. Seongje with his hands tied, his legs spread wide showing his red and wet cunt, and his eyes were glassy with tears still flowing. Perfect.
Baekjin quickly ripped off his shirt, showing off his abs. His body looked way bigger compared to Seongje’s, who looked small and slim.
Seongje's eyes watched Baekjin's every move, until when Baekjin removed the lower part, his eyes widened at the size of Baekjin's dick which looked huge.
He hesitantly wanted to close his legs because he felt intimidated, Baekjin watched his every little movement. “Did I tell you to close your legs, Seongje?”
Hearing that, Seongje stopped, he shook his head slowly. “No..”
Baekjin didn't wait any longer, he repositioned Seongje to be more comfortable. His dick touched Seongje's entrance, making his breath hitch.
“Baekjin.. it can’t fit..”
Seongje's voice sounded full of doubt, making Baekjin chuckle in disdain. He pushed slowly, not all the way in, still teasing. “Really? Mhm, then I’ll just make it fit, alright?"
“Hah.. No n— Ack!” Seongje's sentence was cut off because Baekjin immediately entered it with one blow. Seongje felt his pussy open forcibly, he sobbed again feeling Baekjin's dick which felt very full. “Baekjin! Fuck— don't!”
"Damn it..” Baekjin groaned feeling the walls of Seongje's pussy clamping down on him. Without waiting for Seongje to adjust, he moved it at a fast tempo.
His rough movements made Seongje flinch, he slumped weakly on the sofa, his body jerking and moving to Baekjin's rhythm.
Baekjin gripped Seongje's waist tightly, which would definitely leave a trace. “You're really tight.” he lowered his head to bite Seongje's chest, then licked it, without slowing his movements.
Baekjin's tongue moved towards his neck, biting him like a damn vampire. His gaze caught Seongje's parted lips, sighing. His lips looked red and wet.
Baekjin's lips met Seongje's. He kissed Seongje roughly, as if it were the source of his breath. Seongje was a little surprised, but he replied. Their tongues tangled together.
Baekjin felt Seongje's pussy clench, he broke the kiss. His hands wrapped around Seongje's neck, not too strong but enough for Seongje to feel it. His other hand was still gripping Seongje's slender waist.
"Baekjin.. I.. hnhh.. please! I want—" Seongje couldn't finish his sentence, he actually fell limp. His pussy kept twitching, clamping down on Baekjin's cock.
"Take it out, come for me.”
Seongje came after. His body shook violently, sweat dripped down his forehead. "Mnhn.. Baekjin.." his sentence sounded soft, but, damn, Baekjin felt good hearing his name called like that.
Baekjin's strokes became faster, his cock grew bigger. He finally came, he spurted his sperm inside Seongje's stomach. Makes Seongje feel full, his stomach bulges a little.
Baekjin chuckled when he saw it, he pressed the part of Seongje's stomach that was sticking out because of his cock.
"Jin.. ah! nhn, don't.." Seongje protested in a weak tone.
Baekjin finally pulled out his dick, he groaned in amazement when both of their fluids came out of Seongje's pussy.
This made Seongje embarrassed, his cheeks flushing red. “Don’t look…” he protested, though he didn’t even try to hide himself.
“Mhm, I’ll look if I want. You’re mine, pup.” Baekjin loosened the ties on Seongje’s hands, brushing over his reddened wrists.
“From today you’re mine, got it?” His voice was full of confidence, like a promise. “Tell me, Seongje, tell me who you belong to?.”
Seongje’s gaze dimmed, fear flickering back in his eyes. He answered hesitantly, “You.. I'm belong to you.."
"Good."
Baekjin sounded satisfied, he released his grip. He took a few steps back, watching Seongje lying on the sofa with his pussy still leaking fluid.
"Be pretty for me. Hold that position and don’t move till I say so. I’m gonna paint you."
After saying that, Baekjin pulled his pants back on, leaving his upper body completely bare.
He grabbed a new canvas and squeezed some paint onto the palette. Baekjin hummed quietly as his fingers started moving, painting like nothing happened.
It all looked so normal. Seongje, being the subject, could only nod and give in, too tired to fight and too scared to cause more trouble.
And from that moment on, Geum Seongje’s life changed. He was never seen again at school or around his neighborhood. He was trapped—under Baekjin’s control.