Trapped in His Obsession"

Chapter Four: The Fight for Love

Just as Yonan made up his mind to leave the village and search elsewhere, Yuna’s friend suddenly stopped him.

"Why are you chasing someone so far away?" she asked, eyes scanning him hungrily. "You're handsome, charming... and I’m right here."

Yonan frowned. Her words caught him off guard. Wasn’t she the sweet, kind girl who always stood by Yuna? But now—now she sounded jealous, almost desperate.

In that moment, it all became clear: she had been hiding envy behind a fake smile. Her eyes had always followed whatever belonged to Yuna… including him.

Trying to tempt him, she ‘accidentally’ dropped something and bent down slowly to pick it up, intentionally flashing her curves in his direction. She thought he was like the others—driven by lust, distracted by flesh. She didn’t know that for him, Yuna wasn’t a fling or a fantasy.

She was the love he never knew he needed.

At that same time, far away, Yuna was thinking of him too. But her thoughts were tangled with pain—her father’s anger, his constant suspicion, the prison he called home. He crushed her spirit with every word, every controlling action.

Yonan, meanwhile, ignored the jealous girl and left without looking back. Disgusted, he gave her one last cold stare and walked away, determined to find the only girl who truly mattered.

He retraced his steps, questioning every face he'd seen, searching every detail, hoping to get any clue about the village where she lived.

To him, she was not like any other girl.

She was different.

She was hope.

She was destiny.

Yuna, locked away from the world, found her only relief in her mother, who was like a silent therapist—never judging, only listening. Every night, Yuna whispered into the darkness:

"Yonan... I think I love you, but I’m just a trapped girl. I wish I could see you again, even if only in a dream."

Her mind battled confusion—was this love? Or just infatuation? How could she know, when her heart had been caged for so long?

Each morning, the same routine: cleaning, washing, reading… just to distract herself. But even reading couldn’t quiet her father’s poisonous words that made her feel worthless.

Back to Yonan—he searched daily and returned home defeated, until one day… a flicker of hope appeared.

He saw her.

It was a documentary, a random clip about village life. But there she was—Yuna. Alive. Real.

She wasn’t a dream. She was fate.

He rushed to the nearest station and made his way to the village. He started asking around, desperate for a name—Yuna. That led him to the worst person he could face: her father.

The moment Yonan asked about her, the man’s face turned white, then furious.

"How do you know her?!" he screamed, voice shaking with rage. Without warning, a violent fight broke out. Blood, shouting, fists—until Yonan, strong and trained, snapped the man’s arm mid-fight.

The villagers heard the noise. Whispers spread like wildfire.

Yuna’s mother rushed to the clinic with her daughter, finding her husband bruised and yelling.

"It’s your fault!" he screamed at Yuna. "You little w***e! Someone asked for you! You weren’t at your grandma’s like you said!"

He turned to attack her mother next—

But then he arrived.

Yonan.

"You’re not a man," he said coldly. "You’re a coward. You abuse your daughter, you threaten your wife. You're disgusting."

Yuna stood frozen. Her breath caught in her throat. He looked... breathtaking.

Shirt torn, muscles tense, blood on his brow, hair wild—but his words were calm, steady, powerful.

He wasn't just handsome. He was hers.

Her father noticed her eyes—the admiration in them—and pulled her away by force.

"She’s my daughter!" he shouted.

Yonan stepped forward, voice louder now:

"She’s the love of my life. And I swear to God, if you touch one strand of her hair again, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever do."

The room fell silent.

Yuna’s hand trembled. Her mother reached for her gently.

"Go, sweetheart," she whispered. "If you don’t live your life, no one will live it for you."

And then—Yonan extended his hand.

Yuna stared at it, hesitating, heart pounding. But deep down, she already knew her answer.

She reached out, tears slipping down her cheeks—not of sadness, but freedom.

And with that, the chapter ended.

But their story… was just beginning.