"Owww, don't cry my sweet boy, it's just a little hair pulling, see?" Taesan coes with that tone of voice that makes the poor boy who is firmly held on the floor to start trembling of pure fear.

"You know that i love you, don't you?" Taesan whispers on his ear as he keeps on pulling of his captive's hair, with a knee over his back to keep him still.

For months, Taesan had his boyfriend kidnapped in his house out of pure jealousy and possession, because in his eyes, that boy is only his.