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May 6

𝔓𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔷𝔦

Synopsis: Kang Jihoo takes pictures of celebrities for a living. There’s nothing special about that. Plenty of people do.

What makes Jihoo different is that he has a secret, and someone just found out.

One day, Jihoo’s life takes a terrifying turn. He is suddenly kidnapped and taken to a remote location. There, a masked stranger forces him into a twisted, high-stakes game of Sumbakkokjil (hide and seek). If Jihoo wins, he walks away with his secrets intact. If he loses… the consequences will be far more intimate and dangerous than he could ever imagine.

It’s pretty simple. But what comes after isn’t.

Word Count: 9728

Content Warnings: Non-consensual elements, Dubious consent, Power imbalance and psychological manipulation, Explicit sexual content, including oral sex, anal sex, rough sex, and orgasm control/edging, Kinks and sexual acts: primal play, dominance/submission, breath play/choking, slapping, spanking, biting, marking, manhandling, degradation and praise, cum play, and voyeurism, Stalking and obsessive behavior, Mild violence, Psychological themes including obsession, possessiveness, and unhealthy attachment.

“If loving you is crazy, then lock me away

 I don’t want salvation, I just want to stay

 In your life, in your space, in your every frame

 Call me sick, call me twisted, I’ll love you all the same.”

 - Paparazzi by Park Jae-eun.

Incheon Airport was packed today, with the smell of instant coffee and cleaning solution wafting through the air. I sat on a cold metal bench near Gate 12, ignoring how numb my ass was after waiting for almost an hour. It didn’t matter.

Because Park Jae-eun was finally back.

When the arrival doors slid open and he walked out, I stood immediately. Park Jae-eun was twenty-one years old, and the biggest thing in Korean entertainment for the last three years. The kid dominated every chart, sold out tours in hours, and had brands throwing money at him left and right.

He wore a long dark coat and pulled a black suitcase behind him. In the time since he’d been gone, his hair had grown longer. Now, most of it was tied up, but a couple of loose strands had fallen out and kept brushing against his face. The silver piercings in both eyebrows caught the bright airport lights every time he moved his head. From where I stood, I could see the black tattoos on the back of his fingers and wrist as he gripped the suitcase handle.

I licked my lips.

He kept his head down. A black mask covered most of his face, but his eyes swept over the crowd. The screaming started immediately. Fans were packed behind the barriers, shouting his name, waving phones and banners. Security tried to hold them back while Jae-eun just kept walking.

I lifted the camera and started shooting. Through the viewfinder I watched him lift his hand and casually tuck his hair behind his ear with two fingers.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

“Jae-eun!” a fan screamed.

He passed closer than I expected. For a moment I could see the tiredness under his eyes above the mask and the way his jaw tightened when someone screamed particularly loud. I kept clicking, zooming in slightly on his hands, his eyes, his Adam's apple.

Snap! Snap!

His manager and bodyguards stayed right beside him as they headed for the exit. I followed fast from a distance. Outside at the pickup curb, a black van was already waiting. Jae-eun opened the door and slid into the back seat. I raised the camera one more time and took several quick shots as the door closed and the van started pulling away. I caught the faint outline of his head through the glass before it disappeared into traffic.

Snap!

My hands felt a little shaky as I lowered the camera and scrolled through the photos on the screen. They were clean. Really clean. Good enough to sell.

I turned and walked quickly toward the parking garage on the third floor. When I reached my old silver sedan, I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to the usual buyer.

‘Hey, Jae-eun just landed at Incheon. Got 18 decent shots. Same price as last time?’

I hit send, shoved the phone back in my jacket, and unlocked the car. Then I tossed the camera bag onto the passenger seat, slid behind the wheel, and turned the key. The engine rumbled to life. Orange dashboard lights came on. I glanced up at the rearview mirror.

My stomach dropped.

Someone was behind me.

Before I could turn my head or make a sound, a gloved hand shot forward and clamped a cloth over my mouth and nose. A strong, sweet chemical smell seeped into my nose. I grabbed the wrist with both hands and tried to rip it away, but it wouldn’t move.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I panicked and started fighting. My elbow slammed into the steering wheel. The horn gave a weak beep! I kicked my legs against the floor mat, trying to twist my body around in the seat. My fingers dug into the glove, pulling and clawing but each breath I took sucked in more of that sweet vapor. My chest started burning. My arms felt heavier with every second.

“P-please…no…”

My grip on the wrist loosened no matter how hard I tried to hold on. Then my vision faded into a blur, and the world slipped away.

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When I woke up, my head felt like it was full of wet concrete.

I groaned and tried to push myself up, but my arms shook and gave out. The ground was cold, filled with dirt, dry leaves and small twigs. My stomach turned. I couldn’t even stand properly. Everything kept spinning.

A phone started ringing right next to my head. I grimaced as I turned to it, watching the screen light up in the dark. I reached out with a shaky hand, grabbed it, and brought it to my ear.

“H-hello…?”

“You’re awake. Good.”

The voice was calm and slightly distorted through the phone. It sent a chill down my back.

“Kang Jihoo,” it said slowly. “You’ve been busy lately, haven’t you?”

My eyes fluttered open. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the blur. Tall trees surrounded me on all sides and their trunks looked scary in the night. There were no lights from buildings, no road sounds, nothing but trees stretching out as far as I could see.

I was clearly in some kind of forest.

I tried to sit up again, using one arm to prop myself. My body was uncooperative. “Where… where am I?”

The voice on the line didn’t answer right away.

“Who is this?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“Someone you really don’t want to make upset.”

My heart started to pound. Fear coursed through my veins. I quickly pulled the phone away from my ear and ended the call. I looked around again. There was nothing but dark trees and shadows.

“Hello!” I shouted into the empty woods. “Is anyone there? Help!”

I forced myself onto my feet even though my legs felt like jelly. I stumbled forward a few steps, one hand grabbing at tree trunks for balance. The dizziness wouldn’t go away. Every step made my head throb worse.

The phone started ringing again in my hand. I stared at the screen for a second before answering.

“Don’t hang up on me again,” the voice said immediately. “You won’t like what happens if you do.”

“Listen, you bastard, what the hell is going on?” I yelled. “What do you want with me?”

“Let’s play a game.”

I laughed. This guy had to be crazy. “A game? You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Sumbakkokjil. You know it, right?” The voice continued. “If you win, I’ll let you go. And I’ll even reveal myself.”

“I’m calling the police,” I snapped and hung up again.

I looked down at the phone to dial 112, but the screen was frozen. There were no signal bars and everytime I tapped an icon or tried to swipe, nothing worked. It was completely locked up.

What the…

“Fuck!” I screamed and threw the phone onto the ground.

It landed in the leaves and immediately started ringing again. I stood there breathing hard for a few seconds before I bent down and picked it up.

“That was your second strike,” the voice said calmly. “Misbehave again and you’ll be very sorry.”

I was losing it. My chest tightened. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “What is this? What the fuck is going on?”

The voice ignored my panic. “Would you like to play Sumbakkokjil with me, Jihoo?”

I couldn’t speak. My throat felt closed up.

“I know how to get an answer out of you.” There was a short pause. “I have your camera.”

I swallowed. “So what?”

“Not your regular work camera,” it said. “This one is a black Nikon with a scratched bottom corner.”

I froze completely. My blood went cold.

What?

“You understand what that means, don’t you? I have everything. All those pictures you’ve taken. The ones you never sold.”

I grabbed a handful of my own hair and tugged on it, leaning my shoulder against the rough bark of a nearby tree. “What the hell do you want from me?!” I screamed.

“Just play the game,” the voice replied. “I have the camera and all the photos. If you can hide from me successfully for twenty minutes without me catching you, I’ll let you go. I’ll give the camera back too. I haven’t made any copies, I promise.”

I looked around wildly. Trees. More trees. Darkness.

Then I saw it.

There was a figure standing next to a tall tree about twenty meters away. He was holding a phone to his ear. I couldn’t see his face clearly because it was night, but I could make out the shape. He was wearing a dark hoodie, dark pants, and had a mask covering his face. The mask looked plain, maybe black or dark gray. I couldn’t tell the exact details from this distance.

“Please,” I said into the phone. “Don’t leak those photos.”

“Then you should play the game,” the masked figure replied, his voice coming through the phone and echoing faintly through the woods at the same time.

My legs still felt weak, but adrenaline pushed me forward.

“Run Kang Jihoo.”

I ran.

My legs still felt weak from whatever they drugged me with, but I pushed hard anyway. Branches whipped across my arms and face, leaving stinging bruises. I could hear my own ragged breathing and the loud crunch of every step I took.

Where was I? I had a feeling this wasn’t just any normal forest. Tall trees surrounded me, but there were also open patches of grass, low hedges, and what looked like an old garden area with stone paths. I kept running deeper, my eyes darting left and right, searching for any decent hiding spot. Nothing looked good enough. My heart was hammering so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

Shit. I couldn’t find anywhere safe. I was out in the open too much. That bastard was probably already coming so I had to keep moving.

Finally, I noticed a thick, thorny bush near the edge of a small slope. I dropped down and crawled behind it, ignoring the thorns that scratched my hands. I pressed my back against the cold ground and tried to make myself as small as possible. My breathing was too loud so I clamped a hand over my mouth and forced myself to breathe slower through my nose.

It was quiet at first.

I stayed completely still and tried to remember when I was a kid playing sumbakkokjil. Back then my best tactic was to go somewhere dirty and uncomfortable that no one else wanted to check, like crawling under the old storage shed or squeezing into the narrow gap behind the neighbor’s water tank. They were places people assumed a person wouldn’t choose because it was too gross or painful.

I was still thinking about that when I heard a twig snap somewhere behind me.

Every muscle in my body locked up. My heart started racing so fast it hurt. Slowly, very slowly, I turned my head and risked a tiny peek through the thorny branches.

The masked man was standing there.

And he wasn’t alone.

Two big Rottweilers stood next to him with their noses to the ground, sniffing loudly as they moved in circles. The masked figure held their leashes loosely in one hand, his other hand inside the pocket of his black hoodie.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This was cheating. Who the hell brings dogs to a game like this? My mind was spinning. Those beasts were definitely going to sniff me out. I was done. He was going to find me in seconds.

I stayed pressed to the ground, barely breathing, watching the dogs pull their owner in different directions. Their heavy sniffing sounds carried through the night.

Then the masked man spoke out loud. “You can’t hide for too long, Jihoo.”

The way he said my name made my skin crawl. I looked to the side and saw another possible escape route. There was a darker patch of trees further down the slope. The dogs suddenly pulled in the opposite direction, dragging the masked man away with them. They disappeared behind a line of taller bushes.

I let out a shaky breath of relief and waited until I couldn’t hear the dogs anymore, then I forced myself to move. I couldn’t stay here. The thorns were digging into my side and the dogs would circle back eventually.

I got up and ran again, trying not to make too much noise. After a minute I spotted a tall, old tree with low branches. I grabbed the lowest one and pulled myself up. My shoes slipped once on the bark before I found a foothold. I climbed higher, branch by branch, until I was about four meters off the ground, hidden among the leaves and thicker branches.

I settled on a branch and pressed my back against the trunk. Sweat dripped down my back and my whole body was shaking. I pulled the phone out of my pocket. The screen was still on.

12 minutes left.

I kept repeating the number in my head. Hiding up here in the tree should be enough. No one would think to look up. I just had to stay quiet and hold on for twelve minutes. That was all.

Who the hell was this guy anyway? What did I ever do to him? How the fuck did he even get my camera? If those pictures got out, my life was finished. Everything would be ruined. The thought made my stomach turn.

I stared at the timer again. Ten minutes left now. I strained my ears, trying to pick up any sound. The night was mostly quiet except for the wind moving through the leaves.

Then I heard it. Distant barking. It was getting louder and closer. I held my breath.

The two Rottweilers came into view between the trees. What did they even eat? Those beasts were massive up close, their muscular shoulders moving as they walked. Their barking echoed through the dark. The masked figure followed behind them.

The dogs started sniffing heavily around the base of my tree. Their noses pushed through the grass and leaves. I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe properly. I silently prayed to anything that would listen, if I got out of this, I would change. I would stop taking pictures. I’d never touch a camera again if I had to.

Just let me get out of here.

Then the masked man stopped. Under the moonlight, he slowly tilted his head up.

Our eyes met through the branches and the mask.

He found me.

The dogs immediately started barking louder, pulling hard on the leashes and looking straight up the tree. The masked figure yanked them back a little, but they kept lunging.

“Come down, Kang Jihoo,” he said. “You’ve been caught.”

Panic exploded in my chest. I shook my head even though he probably couldn’t see me well. The dogs were going crazy now, jumping against the trunk. Their heavy bodies slammed into the tree hard enough that the branch I was sitting on actually shook. I gripped the bark.

“No! Stay away from me!” I yelled.

One of the dogs tried to scramble up the trunk, its claws scraping the wood. I screamed. My foot slipped. My hands lost their grip and I fell backward.

The impact knocked the air out of my lungs. Pain shot through my spine. For a second I couldn’t breathe. Then I sat up and scrambled away on my elbows and heels.

The dogs lunged toward me, barking furiously. Their massive heads were right in my face, smelly spit flying onto my cheeks and forehead.

“Please! Please stop them!” I begged. “Don’t let them near me!”

The masked figure made a sound and pulled the leashes. The dogs stopped just short of me, their hot breath hitting my face.

“Sit,” he said calmly.

They obeyed, sitting before him with gritted teeth. His eyes moved from them to me.

“It looks like I won,” he said.

I was shaking so badly I could barely speak. “T-this is a crime! You’re harassing me! W-who the fuck do you think you are to do this?!”

The masked man stood there for a moment, then reached up with his free hand and slowly pulled the mask off his face.

I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. My mouth opened but nothing came out at first. My brain refused to process it.

“Y-you…” I stammered. “Park Jae-eun?”

Park Jae-eun stood before me, the mask hanging from his fingers. The moonlight hit his face so I could see him clearly and his dark eyes looked straight at me.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jihoo-hyung,” he said calmly. “I’ve been eager for quite some time.”

I pushed myself up from the ground on shaky legs. My back ached from the fall, but I ignored it. My mouth opened and nothing came out. Park Jae-eun was here, in the flesh, only a few meters away from me. This didn’t make any sense. I had seen him just hours ago at the airport, taking pictures as he got into his van. Did he pay someone to kidnap me? Why? How did he even know who I was?

He took one slow step closer. I stumbled backward immediately. My feet kept moving, until my back slammed into the tree behind me. There was nowhere left to go.

Jae-eun smiled and tilted his head slightly. “You’re so quiet now. Cute. You had so much to say when you were yelling at me earlier.

I still couldn’t find my voice. My hands trembled at my sides.

He stepped even closer until I could smell the faint scent of his cologne. Then he reached out and took a strand of my hair between his fingers, playing with it slowly.

Finally, my voice came back but it was weak. “What… what is going on? What do you want with me?”

Jae-eun’s smile widened. His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “I wanted to meet my number one fan,” he said playfully. “Isn’t that what you call yourself? Or maybe I should say… my stalker?”

My whole body tensed.

He knew.

I had never been proud of this. Not once. But two years ago, the first time I saw Park Jae-eun perform on stage, something inside me changed. There was just something about his voice, the look in his eyes when he performed and the way he moved. After that night I started saving every photo, every video, and every clip I could find. I defended him aggressively online whenever people criticized him. I told myself it was normal fan behavior.

But it kept getting worse. I needed more. I needed to know the real him. So I started following his schedules more closely. Then I began sneaking closer to his dorm and later to his private places. It wasn’t that difficult once I put my mind to it. I learned the security patterns. I took pictures and notes of everything, his clothes hanging in the closet, the exact brands he wore at home, the half-empty water bottle on his desk, his unmade bed. I even took photos of him sleeping, of him changing, of him just sitting alone at night.

It felt like I had something no other fan had. While millions of people only saw the idol on screen, I saw the private version. The real Park Jae-eun. In some sick way, it made me feel closer to him than anyone else. Like I actually knew him.

But I hated myself for it. I knew it was wrong and disgusting. People like me were the worst. If anyone found out what I had done, my life would be over. And if Jae-eun himself found out… he would despise me.

“Please,” I begged. “Don’t release those pictures. I know what I did was wrong. I’m so sorry. I’ll stop everything right now. I swear I’ll never take another photo of you again. I’ll delete everything. I’ll leave you alone forever. That’s why you did this, right? To scare me? To teach me a lesson? I’ve learned. Please… just let me go.”

Jae-eun just stared at me for a long moment. Then he threw his head back and laughed. It was a beautiful laugh. The sound echoed through the dark forest around us.

“Oh, Jihoo-hyung,” he said, still chuckling as he looked back at me. “You’re quite mistaken. I didn’t do all this just to teach you a lesson.”

He licked his lips slowly, eyes never leaving mine.

“I have very different plans for you.”

He let go of my hair and stepped back slightly.

“Follow me,” he ordered. “And don’t even think about running. You shouldn’t forget, I still have your camera.”

I stood there frozen for a second, my heart still racing from the chase. My legs felt like they weighed a ton, but I started walking behind him. The two large Rottweilers stayed close to Jae-eun’s side and I kept glancing at them, then at him.

My mind spun.

What was happening?

We walked through the dark forest for what felt like forever and I couldn’t stop thinking. Was he going to kill me out here? Was this how it ended, because I couldn’t control my obsession?

Then the trees started to thin out. I saw lights up ahead. A large modern mansion came into view with the biggest glass windows I’d ever seen. The grounds were clearly private property, surrounded by high walls. That’s why the forest felt off earlier. It wasn’t some random woods. It was his.

I cleared my throat. “Where are we?” I asked.

Jae-eun didn’t answer. He just kept walking toward the tall gate. A guard in a black uniform stood there and bowed slightly when he saw us. Jae-eun gave a small nod and the gate opened automatically.

At least there was another person here. If I screamed, someone might hear me and help. But the thought of that happening died quickly. Why would anyone help me? I was the one who broke into his place first. I was the one who took those private photos. Whatever Jae-eun did to me now, I probably deserved it.

Another guard appeared near the entrance to the mansion and took the dogs’ leashes from Jae-eun. They were led away without a sound. Jae-eun let out a heavy sigh as he opened the doors and walked in before me. He tossed the mask onto a nearby table. Then he grabbed the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off.

He was shirtless underneath.

I swallowed. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen his body, but it sure felt like it. Jae-eun’s firm was lean but clearly defined with a toned chest, visible abs, and smooth skin. Black ink tattoos covered parts of his torso and ran down his arms. Some looked like abstract lines, others had small symbols I couldn’t make out from where I stood. His shoulders were broader than they looked under clothes, and the way his long hair fell against his bare skin made it hard to look away.

He turned and caught me staring. Our eyes met. I quickly looked down at the floor.

Jae-eun chuckled. Then he reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. The smell of smoke filled the air. Nobody knew he smoked. Fans would lose their minds if they found out. They’d worry about his voice, and his image. But I had known for months. I saw the packs and ashtrays during one of my visits to his other place. I never told anyone. I kept it as our secret.

“Do you smoke?” he asked casually, taking a slow drag.

I shook my head quickly.

“Okay,” he said with a small shrug. “Come.”

He started walking up the wide staircase. The mansion was huge and expensive-looking with high ceilings, dark wood floors, and big abstract art on the walls. I wondered when he bought this place. It looked too private and quiet for someone as famous as him.

We reached the second floor and stopped in front of a heavy door.

“Go in first,” he said.

I hesitated for a second, then I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The lighting in the room was warm red. A large bed sat in the center with black sheets. Thick leather cuffs were attached to the headboard and footboard. There was a wide mirror on one wall and a small table with a bunch of items on it. As I got closer, my eyes widened.

“What the hell is this?” I whispered.

Jae-eun stepped in behind me and closed the door. Click! He locked it. I spun around to face him. He leaned against the wall and smiled.

“This is where we’re going to play, hyung.”

The walls were dark gray. The massive bed was covered in black silk sheets. A long metal bar with more restraints hung from the ceiling above the bed. On the side table there were bottles of lube, condoms, a few different sizes of plugs, and coils of black rope. A giant mirror opposite the bed reflected everything.

This was Park Jae-eun’s playroom.

He took another drag from the cigarette and I watched a bright, unsettling smile make its way to his face through the smoke.

“Do you really think you’re the only one who’s been watching, Jihoo-hyung?”

He pushed himself off the wall and started walking toward me. I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the table.

“The first time I noticed you was at a fansign two years ago. You brought that old photo of me from my debut showcase for me to sign. Do you remember?”

Of course I remembered. That photo was still framed on my bedroom wall. I had stood in line for hours that day, just to see him.

Jae-eun stopped right in front of me. He leaned in and put out the cigarette on the wall beside my head. The ashes fell to the floor.

“I tried to control myself for a long time,” he said slowly. “But when I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to find out about you. I even went to your old apartment, Jihoo-hyung. I saw everything. All the photos you took of me. The ones from my house, the ones while I was sleeping… Fuck.” He laughed softly, almost fondly. “Who knew my favorite fan was such a dirty little freak?”

My face burned. “Y-you..you don’t…”

“Tell me… how many times did you touch yourself while looking at my pictures?” He tilted his head. “Don’t lie to me.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I felt my cheeks getting hotter. I wanted to lie, to say never, but the words wouldn’t form.

Because I had. So many times too.

Jae-eun’s smile grew. “Should I tell you how many times I jerked off thinking about you? More than I can count.”

My mind went completely blank. This couldn’t be real. Park Jae-eun, the same person millions of fans worshipped, couldn’t have been saying these things to me.

But he was right here, standing so close I could see the small mole under his left eye and how sharp his collarbones were.

“I prepared this place just for us,” he continued casually. “Doesn’t it look nice? Isn’t this what you always wanted? Or… do you not like me anymore?”

What? Of course I liked him. But this was…this was insane.

“You’re playing with me,” I said, clenching my jaw. “You’re mocking me because you know how fucked up I am about you. Where are the cameras? Is this some kind of plan to expose me? I already apologized, damn it!”

Jae-eun’s smile suddenly dropped. His face went completely blank. For a second he just stared at me with empty eyes.

Then he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me forward. I screamed.

“W-what the…hey!”

He pulled me roughly until we were both standing in front of the mirror. He stood behind me, pressing his chest against my back, and forced my head up so I had to look at our reflection. I kept my eyes shut.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered.

I shook my head.

“Open your eyes or I’ll expose you, Kang Jihoo.”

My eyes snapped open.

“Feel that?” he whispered against my ear.

I did feel it. His hard cock was pressed against my ass. He was fully erect, and he made sure I could feel every inch of it as he slowly rolled his hips forward, grinding against me.

“Does that feel like I’m playing with you?”

My brain short-circuited.

Park Jae-eun was hard.

Because of me.

The same idol I had spent years obsessing over, the one whose every photo I collected like treasure, was standing behind me grinding his hard cock against my ass.

A shocked sound escaped my throat. My face burned with shame, but at the same time heat flooded straight down to my groin. Jae-eun noticed, because he reached around and grabbed my cock through my jeans. His fingers pressed and rubbed along the outline, feeling how stiff I had become.

“And you’re just as hard for me, aren’t you?” he asked, sounding pleased.

I flinched and tried to close my eyes again. I hated how my body reacted to his touch.

“Open them,” he snapped. “Look at yourself.”

I forced my eyes open. My face was flushed, eyes wide and my chest rose and fell from how hard I was breathing. Jae-eun stood behind me, leaning over to place his chin on my shoulder. One hand tightened in my hair while the other slowly stroked my cock over my pants.

The room suddenly felt hotter now. The red lights made everything look darker and more intense. My thoughts were a mess. This was really Park Jae-eun touching me. Even now, terrified and ashamed, I was painfully hard because it was him. Every time he rolled his hips, I gasped. His cock felt so heavy, and his hand kept rubbing me with just enough pressure to make my legs feel weak.

Jae-eun leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me, hyung,” he murmured. “How long have you been dreaming about me doing exactly this to you?”

Before I could respond, he turned me around so I was facing him directly. His eyes locked onto mine as he reached down and slowly unbuckled my belt.

My hands flew to his wrists, gripping them tightly. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking your pants off,” he answered simply, fingers already pulling the zipper down.

I blinked rapidly. “This is crazy… A-are you actually serious right now?”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and underwear and began sliding them down my hips, inch by inch. I watched them go down my thighs, then my knees, until they bunched around my ankles. My cock was instantly erect, the head glistening with precum that had started leaking the moment he touched me.

Jae-eun wrapped his long, warm fingers around my shaft. He stroked from base to tip, spreading the slick precum with his thumb. I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Tell me you want this, Jihoo-hyung,” he said softly.

I couldn’t form the words. My mouth opened but nothing came out. He kept stroking, his tattooed fingers sliding up and down my length, occasionally twisting slightly at the head. Every pass made more precum drip from the slit, coating his palm.

“Say it,” he snapped.

I shook my head, breathing fast. “I… I can’t do that.”

Jae-eun suddenly pushed me backward. I lost my balance and fell onto the floor. Before I could sit up, he climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. His weight pressed me down into the ground. I could feel how hard he was through his pants.

He started to stroke my cock again, dragging it out this time. I could see it all in the mirror: my flushed face, my shirt pushed up to my chest, my hard cock sliding through his tattooed fist. Jae-eun’s toned torso hovered over me, his abs tightening every time he moved his arm.

“Look how leaky you are,” he said with a soft laugh. “Your cock is dripping all over my hand like a desperate slut. Such a pathetic slut.”

I bit my lip hard, trying not to make any sound.

He pushed my shirt higher, exposing my chest completely. Leaning down, he took my left nipple into his mouth and I jerked.

“A-ah! Jae-eun…”

His tongue slid over it, then he gently bit down. A spark of pleasure went straight to my cock. He switched to the other nipple, sucking and licking while his hand continued its torturous strokes.

Every time I got close, when my thighs started trembling and my breathing turned into short gasps, he slowed down or loosened his grip, keeping me right on the edge.

“Confess,” he murmured against my chest, lips wet. “Tell me what you did when you broke into my house.”

I stayed silent. My hands clenched into fists at my sides.

Jae-eun sat up a little. “Come on, hyung. Don’t be shy now. You were brave enough to sneak into my place. Tell me.”

He sped up his strokes for a few seconds, bringing me right to the brink again, then suddenly stopped, holding my cock tightly at the base so I couldn’t cum.

I groaned in frustration. “Park Jae-eun…”

“Tell me,” he repeated.

My face burned. I turned my head away from the mirror.

Jae-eun grabbed my jaw and forced me to look again. “Answer me. Did you imagine this happening?”

The feeling in my cock was becoming unbearable. I was panting now. My hips twitched up into his fist even though I tried to stay still.

“…Yes,” I finally whispered.

“Yeah?” He smiled brightly, rewarding me by stroking me again. “Keep going.”

“I… I took pictures of you sleeping. I stood there for almost an hour just watching you breathe.”

Jae-eun hummed approvingly and sped up his strokes for a few seconds before slowing again. “And then?”

“I touched myself once… right there in your room,” I admitted. “I came on the floor once while looking at you.”

He laughed softly. “Dirty boy. Keep going.”

He sat up and spat on my cock as he worked it. Everything was slippery and messy. I could hear the wet sounds echoing in the room every time his fist moved.

“I watched you change clothes.” The words spilled out and I couldn’t control them. “I took close-ups of your body when you were naked. I saved them in a hidden folder and jerked off to them almost every night.”

Jae-eun looked down at me with bright, excited eyes. “Did you want me to fuck you?”

My face burned with humiliation, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. “Yes, Jae-eun. I… I imagined you catching me. I imagined you pinning me down and using me. I came so many times thinking about your cock inside me.”

He twisted his wrist at the head of my cock and pressed his thumb against the slit. My back arched off the ground.

“Please…” I gasped. “I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Not yet,” he said cheerfully. “You’re not done confessing.”

“There’s nothing else, I swear!”

“You’re lying.”

He kept edging me like that for several long minutes, stroking me fast until I was right there, then slowing down until the orgasm faded, only to build me up again. My cock was painfully hard. My balls felt tight and heavy.

“I stole your used underwear once,” I finally whispered. “I kept it in my room and smelled it while I jerked off.”

Jae-eun’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Filthy little pervert.”

He leaned down and sucked hard on my nipple again while his hand finally sped up. “Cum for me, hyung,” he ordered against my skin.

I groaned loudly as thick, white bursts of cum shot out of my cock, landing across my stomach, chest, and even up to my collarbone. My cock spasmed again and again in his hand, each one weaker than the last until I was completely spent, trembling underneath him.

Jae-eun stroked me through every wave, milking the last drops from me. When I finally went limp, he looked down at the mess on my body with a pleased smile.

“Good boy,” he praised softly. “That’s good, Jihoo-hyung.”

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

Park Jae-eun was kissing me.

His lips were soft and warm. He pressed them against mine, tilting his head to slot our mouths together better. I felt his upper lip catch against mine, then the fuller bottom lip as he opened his mouth. His tongue slid out and traced the seam of my lips, coaxing them apart.

Park Jae-eun was kissing me.

When I opened for him, he pushed his tongue inside, licked along the roof of my mouth, then tangled it with mine. I could taste the faint bitterness from the cigarette he smoked earlier mixed with something sweeter. He sucked gently on my bottom lip, then bit it lightly with his teeth before soothing the spot with his tongue again.

One of his hands cupped the side of my face, while his other hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me. My hands moved on their own, sliding up his bare back, tracing his shoulder blades, his spine ridges, and the way his muscles flexed as he deepened the kiss.

Fuck.

Was this really happening?

When he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected our lips for a second before it broke. His breathing was a little heavier, and he looked down at me with a soft smile.

My lips felt swollen and wet. This was it, I thought. I had confessed everything. He had total control over me now.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that, Jihoo-hyung,” he said.

In my head, the same thought kept repeating: I had been waiting for this too. Not even waiting, really, because I never believed something like this could actually happen to me.

Jae-eun brushed a few strands of hair away from my forehead. “Do you know the song, ‘Paparazzi,” he asked.

My breath caught. That song.

It was one of my favorite songs of his, released during his comeback after a long hiatus last year. The moment the track dropped, I fell in love with it. The lyrics described the way someone could take over your every thought to the point where you couldn’t focus on anything else, how your mind kept replaying their face, their voice, and their smallest movements. It compared that all-consuming feeling to the American paparazzi, the relentless chasing, constant watching, and the inability to stay away even when you knew it was wrong.

That song had lived in my headphones for months. I played it on repeat in my car, in my room, even while editing his photos late at night. It felt like the only song that truly understood me.

Jae-eun’s smile grew wider. “You know it.”

I nodded.

“That song was about you.”

I blinked up at him, stunned. “What?”

Jae-eun grabbed my arms and pulled me up from the floor. My legs felt weak as he guided me toward the bed. He pushed me gently onto my back on the black sheets.

He climbed over me and started kissing my belly, his tongue dragging slowly across my skin, licking up every streak of cum I had spilled. My stomach twitched. He moved higher, licking across my chest, and sucking lightly on my skin to clean me. I could hardly believe this. Park Jae-eun was licking my cum off my body.

“The song was really for me?” I muttered.

He sat up and loosened his pants, pushing them down. Then he pushed down his underwear. “Yeah. I wrote it thinking about you.”

I was still freaking out over that piece of information when he slipped his underwear down too and my eyes widened. “You…”

“You like it?”

It was big, thicker and longer than I had imagined in all the times I had fantasized about him. The shaft was straight and veined, with a slight curve. What shocked me most were the tattoos. There were thin, black lines wrapped around the base of his cock, with a few smaller symbols running up the shaft.

Jae-eun wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly stroked himself once, from root to tip, showing off his length. Precum oozed out from the head and dripped down onto the sheets.

He looked down at me with that bright, dangerous smile. “All of this is for you, Jihoo-hyung,” he said, while continuing to stroke his big cock lazily in front of my face.

Then he reached down, grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, tossing it aside. He finished stripping my pants and underwear completely off, throwing them to the floor.

We were both fully naked now.

My mind was spinning. Park Jae-eun wanted me. He had been inside my apartment. He had seen all my secrets, and instead of being disgusted, he was obsessed with me. He wrote a whole song about me.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at me. He reached between my legs and rubbed his thumb slowly over my asshole, pressing his thumb in small circles against the tight ring.

“Do you believe me now?” he asked. “That I want you just as much?”

I could hardly breathe. All I could think about was him. Only him.

I nodded.

Jae-eun smiled. He leaned back on his knees. “Get on all fours,” he ordered calmly.

I turned over without hesitation and pushed myself up onto my hands and knees. My body still felt sensitive, and my cock started to twitch again. Jae-eun moved in front of me, kneeling so his cock was right at eye level. He tapped it against my lips, smearing precum across them.

“Open your mouth,” he said. “Suck me, hyung.”

I opened my mouth and took him in immediately.

Jae-eun’s cock pushed past my lips and filled my mouth. It was so big that my jaw had to stretch wide to accommodate him. His precum was salty and I moaned around his length, sucking greedily like I had been starving for it.

Nothing else mattered anymore. My entire world narrowed down to his cock.

This was the man I had spent years obsessing over. The man whose face I had saved hundreds of photos of. The man I had risked everything to get closer to. And now his tattooed cock was sliding over my tongue. I wanted to worship it. I wanted to make him feel so good that he would never want anyone else.

I took him deeper, bobbing my head slowly at first, letting my tongue slide around it. I could feel every vein, and every ridge. Spit was already starting to leak from the corners of my mouth, but I didn’t care. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, creating tight, wet suction around him.

Jae-eun groaned deeply, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“Fuck… that’s it,” he breathed. “Look at you. So fucking eager. You’ve been fantasizing about sucking my cock for years, haven’t you?”

I moaned loudly around him in response and took him even deeper, until the head bumped against the back of my throat. My eyes watered instantly, but I forced myself to relax and swallowed around him, holding him there for a few seconds before pulling back with a wet gasp.

I dove back down immediately, sucking messily. The sounds of my mouth working him filled the room. I licked and sucked every inch I could reach, swirling my tongue around the swollen head, dipping into the slit to collect more precum, then sliding all the way down again until my nose pressed against his pelvis.

Jae-eun’s breathing grew heavier. His hips started rocking forward, fucking into my mouth while he held my head in place with both hands.

“Good boy,” he praised. “You’re such a greedy little cocksucker, hyung. I love it.”

His words only made me more frantic. I whimpered around his cock. Drool was running down my chin and dripping onto the sheets. My own cock was hard again, rubbing against my stomach, but I didn’t touch it. All I cared about was pleasing him.

Jae-eun tightened his grip in my hair, guiding my movements. “Look at me,” he commanded.

I forced my watery eyes up to meet his. He was staring down at me with wild abandon. His lips were parted, his long hair falling messily around his face.

“That’s right. Eyes on me while you suck my cock,” he said. “You belong to me now, Jihoo-hyung. Every fucking part of you.”

I took him as deep as I could over and over, gagging when he pushed too far. I wanted him to use my mouth. I wanted him to lose control because of me.

After several long, intense minutes, Jae-eun’s thrusts became more erratic. His cock throbbed against my tongue.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled. “Swallow every drop. Don’t you dare spill any.”

He held my head still with both hands and thrust deep into my throat. His cock pulsed violently as cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed desperately, gulping down as much as I could, but there was too much. Some leaked from the corners of my lips and ran down my chin. He kept cumming, groaning deeply, emptying himself completely into me.

When he finally pulled out, I was gasping for air, coughing. Jae-eun looked down at me with pure obsession in his eyes. He wiped the mess from my chin with his thumb and pushed it back into my mouth.

“Jihoo-hyung,” he murmured. “You took it so well.”

He pushed me backward onto the bed and climbed over me, hovering above my body.

“Have you ever been fucked by a man before?” he asked.

I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath. “Never.”

A satisfied, almost terrifying smile spread across his face. “Good,” he said. “I already hated the idea of anyone else having you first.”

Jae-eun reached for the bottle of lube on the side table, poured a generous amount onto his fingers, and brought them between my legs.

“Stay still,” he said.

His middle finger pressed against my hole and slowly pushed inside. It hurt at first so he didn’t rush. He worked his finger in and out, then added a second one, scissoring them open while watching my face closely.

I couldn’t breathe. “Jae-eun…ah!”

When he added a third finger, he curled them and pressed directly against my prostate. I moaned loudly. He kept rubbing that spot over and over, until my cock was leaking onto my stomach again.

“Look at the mirror,” he said suddenly.

He grabbed my chin and forced my head to the side so I could see our reflection in the huge mirror. I watched as his tattooed fingers disappeared inside me, stretching me open.

“You used to watch me secretly,” he murmured. “Now I get to watch you fall apart on my cock.”

He pulled his fingers out, made his cock wet with more lube, and lined himself up. The head pressed against my hole and pushed forward.

“Ah!” I cried out.

Jae-eun’s cock was obviously thicker than his fingers, and the curve made it hit different spots as he slowly sank inside me. I groaned loudly as he sank in inch by inch, splitting me open.

“Fuck… so tight,” he groaned.

“It hurts,” I cried.

“You can take it, hyung,” he whispered. “Come on, do it for me.”

I gasped, my hands fisting the sheets. When he finally bottomed out, his hips slammed against my ass. He stayed still for a moment, letting me feel how full I was.

“Fuck… look at that,” he murmured, staring down between us. “Your hole is swallowing my cock so greedily.”

“Don’t fucking move,” I said through gritted teeth. I couldn’t breathe.

“Hyung…”

“Don’t move.”

“Please…you feel so good.”

“Jae-eun….”

He started moving slowly, letting me feel every inch as he pulled almost all the way out and slid back in.

“Jae-eun… ah… slow down…”

He laughed softly. “Come on, hyung. Be brave.”

He wrapped one hand around my throat, and squeezed. My eyes widened. He cut off my air just enough to make my head spin. While he choked me, he started fucking me harder. The slap of skin against skin grew louder. Every time he bottomed out, the head of his cock dragged over my prostate, sending so much pleasure through me. Just when my vision started to blur, he loosened his grip.

“ Breathe,” he ordered. “That’s it. Look in the mirror. Watch how you fall apart for me.”

I gasped for air, only for him to slap my face lightly, enough to sting and make my cock twitch.

“You like that?”

“Yes, yes,” I gasped, turning my head.

Our reflection was something else. My legs were pushed up and my cock leaked onto my stomach. Jae-eun’s body moved on top of me. He looked dangerous and completely in control.

“You’re so fucking tight, hyung,” he groaned.

“Don’t stop Jae-eun. Please…” I whimpered.

He leaned down and sucked on the side of my neck, then bit down. He did it again on my collarbone, then on my chest, sucking and biting until I knew I would have visible marks.

His hand came down on my thigh, slapping it, then planting another on my ass cheek when he flipped me onto my stomach. He gripped my hips hard enough that I knew his fingerprints would bruise into my skin.

“On your knees,” he growled.

I pushed myself up shakily. Jae-eun impatiently yanked my hips up so I was on my knees with my face pressed into the sheets. He slammed back inside in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “This angle is perfect.”

He started pounding into me relentlessly, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to stroke my leaking cock.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” I moaned, pushing back onto his cock desperately. “It feels so good…”

He leaned over my back, his lips brushing my ear. “Of course it does. You were made for this, made for me. My dirty little stalker who couldn’t stay away.”

Every time I got close to the edge, he slowed his strokes or stopped moving his hand on my cock completely.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I’m not done wearing you out. You’re going to beg before I let you cum.”

He kept me like that for what felt like forever, with hard thrusts mixed with slow, teasing ones. He choked me from behind until I was dizzy, slapped my ass until it burned bright red, and left more bite marks across my shoulders and the back of my neck.

When he flipped me onto my back again, he pushed my legs up high and folded me nearly in half. Then he fucked me again, staring into my eyes.

“Please…” I begged. “Jae-eun, I’m so close, please let me cum.”

He smiled. “Yeah?”

“I need it, please, I’ll do anything. I’m yours. Just let me cum on your cock.”

Jae-eun groaned, clearly pleased. He started fucking me faster, stroking me in time with his thrusts.

“Cum for me,” he said breathlessly. “Show me how much you love being fucked by me.”

I cried out as I came, shooting cum across my own chest and stomach while he kept pounding into me. Only when I was shaking and oversensitive did Jae-eun finally let go. He fucked me through the aftershocks, then pulled out suddenly. He stroked his cock furiously for a few seconds before he came.

Hot jets of cum landed across my stomach, chest, and even up to my neck. He milked the last drops onto my skin, breathing hard.

Jae-eun leaned down and kissed me lightly. “Mine,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re never getting away from me now.”

His.

I was Park Jae-eun’s.

Dark hickeys and bite marks covered my neck, chest, and shoulders. My body was aching, covered with sticky sweat and cum. Handprints were already forming on my hips and thighs. I could feel his cum slowly leaking out of me.

Jae-eun collapsed next to me. Then he turned his head and looked at me. His long hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he smiled. Did he even know what that smile did to me? How beautiful he was.

His fingers traced over one of the fresh bite marks on my chest, pressing down lightly like he wanted to make sure it would stay.

I finally spoke. “…Is this real?”

Jae-eun smiled slowly. “It’s real, Jihoo-hyung.” He ran his fingers through my sweaty hair, pushing it back from my face. “This is real”

I swallowed, staring at him. My obsession with him felt stronger than ever.

“So… you really like me?” I asked quietly. “Not just playing with me?”

If he was, I knew I would die. I would not be able to handle it if this whole experience had been a lie.

Jae-eun turned onto his side and cupped my face with one hand. “I want you,” he said simply. “Every time I performed Papparazzi, I imagined you in the crowd, watching me the way I was watching you. I like you so much it’s sick. I want to keep you. I want to know everything about you, what you eat, what you do when you’re not following me, what makes you cum the hardest. I want all of it.”

I couldn’t stop staring at his handsome face. He was perfect. And he wanted me.

“I like you too,” I said softly. “I’ve liked you for so long. I think about you all the time. Even when I tried to stop, I couldn’t.”

Jae-eun’s smile widened. He leaned in and kissed me slowly, tasting like sweat and sex. “Good,” he whispered against my lips. “Because you’re not allowed to stop now.”

We lay there for a while. His fingers kept tracing the marks he had left on me, like he was admiring his own work.

“Nobody can find out about this,” I said eventually. “If anyone knows… “

“Is it that important if anyone does?” Jae-eun asked, still playing with my hair.

“Think about your career!”

“I don’t really care about…”

“No, I can’t let that happen,” I said, sitting up slightly. “I don’t want all that attention on me.”

He narrowed his eyes on me. “Fine.” He shrugged. “No one will know as long as you belong to me. We can meet up here whenever we want. I’d like to try out everything I had installed in this room.”

I looked up at the bar hanging from the ceiling in alarm. Jae-eun chuckled.

After another quiet moment, he spoke again.

“I want you at my next concert. Front row. I already have the tickets ready for you.”

My heart jumped. I couldn’t help the small, stupidly happy smile that spread across my face.

“Really?”

“Yes,” he said. “I want to look down from the stage and see you there. It’ll make the performance better.”

The idea made my stomach twist with a mix of nervousness and pleasure. I nodded slowly.

“Okay. I’ll be there.”

Jae-eun looked satisfied. He pulled me closer, wrapping an arm around my waist. I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch.

I never wanted to let go.

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The next morning, the sky outside the large windows was starting to lighten. Pale blue creeped in, pushing away the red glow of the room.

Jae-eun got up first. His naked body was covered in a thin layer of sweat and while I admired his tattoos, he looked down at me with a smile.

“Time to go home, hyung.”

Every movement made me feel the pain in my ass, the bite marks and hickeys all over my neck and chest, and the bruises on my hips where his fingers had gripped too hard. But I got up and dressed up, hating that it had to end now.

Jae-eun drove me home himself. I sat in the passenger seat wearing the clothes I’d been abducted in. To think just yesterday, he was just an unattainable idol to me.

When we reached a quiet street near my apartment, he stopped the car but didn’t unlock the doors right away.

He turned to look at me. “Here you go,” he said, pulling out my camera from the glove compartment. He placed it in my lap, then took out a small SD card and held it up between two fingers. “And this.”

I stared at it. “What’s this?”

“You’ll see. There’s a new photo on here,” he said softly. “A little souvenir from last night.”

He leaned over the center console and kissed me slowly. When he pulled back, his voice dropped. “Next time you follow me… I’ll know. And I won’t be so gentle when I catch you again.”

He unlocked the doors.

I stepped out of the car on unsteady legs. My body hurt in the best and worst ways. I could still taste him in my mouth.

“Jihoo-hyung.”

I turned back.

He smiled. That dangerous, beautiful, completely insane smile. It was now my favorite thing in the world.

“You’re mine now. Every fucking part of you. Don’t even think about forgetting that.”

With that, the car drove off slowly into the early morning light.

I stood there on the empty street for a long time, replaying the entire night. A shaky smile made its way to my lips.

Park Jae-eun.

I was completely, hopelessly obsessed with him.

And as it turned out… he was just as obsessed with me too.

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