I Was Kidnapped By a Yandere Writer
Chapter 53: How to handle a Child.

I felt heat rising to my head..

"Can't you hear me what princess said? I told you to make something else."

As soon as she sat down, there was no separate greeting from the princess but only complains.

'If I hadn't wanted to hold onto the chair, a solid honeycomb would have grown over her round forehead.'

Dokyun felt his teeth grinding and suppressed his anger before asking her a question.

"Hahaha…! Then what would the princess like to eat?"

A suppressed tone. She sighed deeply and spat out her words.

"Ugh, do I have to teach you everything? Just do it yourself!"

Muttering complaints.

"Damn it."

Although his anger boiled up again, revealing it here would be beneath him.

Dokyun scraped away all his patience and smiled again before asking a question.

"Then, would ramen be okay?"

"Sure, go ahead."

She seemed to pout. It meant she liked it.

That princess seems to have a rather cheap taste.

Dokyun nodded slightly in response to the positive response and headed to the kitchen.

While checking the ramen on the kitchen shelf, a thought passed through his mind and he turned his head back to where she was and asked her a question.

"What kind of ramen would you like? Jinsoon? Jinmae?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ N0vᴇlFire(.)nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Hearing the question, she frowned and answered in an irritated tone.

"Obviously, it's jjajang ramen!"

"Ah…?"

The veins on the back of his hand swelled up again.

I don't know what's obvious, but I can definitely tell that children have different tastes.

Dokyun sighed and found the jjajang ramen hidden in the corner of the shelf, took it out, and moved on.

After that, Dokyun took out one utensil after another, filled it with water, and boiled it, recalling the actions she had shown so far.

Through the things she had shown so far, he was able to deduce one thing.

'The personalities have different tastes.'

It was quite useful information.

Contrary to his own thoughts that the taste would be similar since they shared the same body, the personalities that had emerged so far had distinctly different food preferences.

'Is it limited to just taste? What about the senses and pain?'

Now he recalled the memories from three days ago that were starting to fade away in his mind.

Go Eunchae didn't show any signs of pain even when she scraped my wrist.

'Until now, I thought it was because the body was numb, but considering the reaction the self-proclaimed princess showed when she hit the back of her head, it didn't seem to be the case.'

'Do the different personalities have different senses in their bodies?'

He continued his thoughts, but no matter how much he thought about it, it didn't make sense.

'Sigh… Should have looked it up at a cafe.'

Regret came too late.

Regret that he should have searched the internet during the time he was alone came late, but the bus had already passed.

At that moment, Dokyun was lost in thought, and she urged him again, placing her palm on her forehead.

"Don't just stand there, hurry up! The princess is starving and might faint."

Muttering in an impatient tone.

Dokyun finally regained his composure yesterday and spoke to her in a hesitant tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

A half-hearted apology.

Perhaps she didn't like his attitude, as she watched his reaction, briefly made a teary expression, then bowed her head slightly and started murmuring softly.

"Sniff… Unnie…"

As he wondered if her murmuring would lead to tears again, Dokyun, who was startled, looked at her and realized what his current actions were for.

'Ugh.'

A frustrating situation.

It was catching his weakness and poking at it.

A cry of astonishment echoed inside him.

'That wicked woman!'

Indeed, the rumors about her were true.

Dokyun was trying to grab hold of his weakness as soon as he noticed it.

Tears seemed to be on the verge of falling.

How wicked personalities could be, each and every one of them, it felt like his worldview was about to be turned upside down.

However, he couldn't show it. If he let her know about his inner turmoil today, his dignity would crumble to pieces.

Unable to reveal his troubled heart, Dokyun tried to comfort her, bowing deeply and continuing the conversation.

After some time passed, Dokyun, who had cooked instant noodles that looked unappetizing, transferred them to a plate and placed them on the table.

Until then, she had been watching him with sharp eyes, but when she saw the noodles on the table, she slightly brightened her expression, cleared her throat, and picked up the chopsticks.

"Hmm, I guess I can tolerate this look."

There's just no way to say one nice thing.

As Dokyun felt his anger rising again at her words, she awkwardly picked up the noodles with the chopsticks and started moving them into her mouth.

Her feet wiggling and her mouth full of noodles looked oddly happy.

An innocent appearance.

Watching her, Dokyun burst into a hollow laughter enveloped by a sense of absurdity that covered his entire body.

'Yeah, what am I doing with this child.'

'I don't know how long she has lived as this personality, but her words and actions have not gone beyond those of a young child.'

While trembling with self-pity for engaging in a fight with that thing, she who had neatly emptied the bowl suddenly raised her head.

"Well, it's edible."

A brief comment as she turned her head.

Anyway, there's no nice way to speak.

Dokyun chuckled again as he looked at her. He pulled out a tissue, wiped the seasoning off her lips, and handed her the words.

"So, what's the princess's name?"

Come to think of it, he hadn't asked her name so far. There would be many more encounters in the future, so it was necessary to know some information about her.

When Dokyun asked her that question and looked at her, she glanced briefly at his hand wiping her lips, then blinked and spat out her words as if shooting them out.

"A princess is a princess! Don't you know that?"

Shocked.

The feeling of inferiority that had enveloped him just a moment ago disappeared, and anger rose above it.

It seemed like curses were about to burst out of his mouth, but Dokyun suppressed them with a sigh.

'No, hold on, Dokyun.'

'A child.'

'She was on the same level as my 6-year-old cousin.'

Thinking that way, Dokyun suppressed his anger and soon smiled, speaking.

"Then, should I call you Princess Go? Hehe!"

"…"

Followed by silence.

As Dokyun awkwardly glanced at her in that awkward atmosphere, she looked at him with contemptuous eyes.

"…Smells like a nerd."

Shudder..

The words became a dagger piercing his heart.

Was it because he was getting older, he thought it would be fun, but it didn't seem so.

'But still.'

Thinking that there was no need to say such harsh words, Dokyun suddenly resented her with an unjust feeling.

Whether she didn't feel his gaze or not, she ignored him, sipping on the orange juice in her glass.

After a moment of awkward silence passed, she finished all the juice in the glass, stood up, and spoke.

"Princess is full, clean this up."

Grrr!

His fist clenched again.

'Can't I just give her a punch?'

Why, isn't it a way to raise children by scolding them a little?

Thinking that it was time for him to step in for the proper growth of that personality, Dokyun fiercely glared at the back of her head as she headed towards the living room, but soon gave up.

It was because he felt a sense of alienation from himself as he dealt with that woman, making him feel childish.

‘Yeah, because you're a kid.’

He had to endure a lot because he was just a first grader.

Thinking so, Dokyun started clearing the table and once again made a resolution in his mind.

‘Endure, it won't last long.’

It was said that another personality would come out.

Since it was said that another personality would come out soon, the time for that personality to appear would probably end by tomorrow or the day after.

‘I can do it…!’

He can endure it.

Dokyun started washing the dishes while comforting himself.

***

Unfortunately, Dokyun's resolution did not last even half a day.

Even when washing up.

“Princess shampoo.”

Even after washing up.

“Princess said to dry my hair.”

Even after coming out to the living room.

“Princess is hungry. Give me a snack.”

And even after that.

“Princess wants massage .”

She started to bully him as if it were natural.

If Dokyun's expression of anger showed even a slight change.

“Hng… Unnie…”

She would start to whimper and tremble as if about to cry.

She was cunning and malicious.

Like a venomous little snake who knew how to use the weapons she had.

On the living room sofa.

Dokyun, who was following her orders to put his shoulders around her, was trying to control his anger as it rose.

“Ar-eeuu-felliin-rehfrehdd?”

He tried to say, 'Are you feeling refreshed?' but his pronunciation was off due to his clenched teeth.

She either didn't notice his mood or was enjoying teasing him, as she didn't pay the slightest attention to his state and replied.

“Do more. Princess still isn't satisfied.”

Squelch­...

His teeth were almost ground to dust.

It seemed like the 500 million won he received as a down payment would be spent on implants.

As Dokyun felt dizzy with such thoughts, before he knew it, the massage was over and as her hands dropped, she sighed and spoke again.

“Phew… You can't even massage properly. You're disqualified as the princess.”

'That's what it means to pamper yourself to your heart's content.'

Thud..

A feeling of something snapping in his mind.

Dokyun felt the crash happening and slowly got up from the sofa.

"Hey."

A low growling tone.

Did she sense something strange about him? She jerked her body and slowly turned her head towards him.

Not knowing what expression she was making, but seeing her face looking a bit annoyed, it must be quite unpleasant.

She was someone who could tolerate rudeness from anywhere, so maybe his face was looking quite grim now.

After glaring at her for a moment, she muttered softly, slightly shrinking her body.

"What, what is it! Are you bothering the princess now?!"

Perhaps not wanting to show fear, she tried to push her chest out while speaking, but it just looked pathetic.

Dokyun made a surprised expression at her and opened his mouth to speak.

"Isn't it enough to play along a couple of times, can't you do it properly?"

Jerk.

The facing body shook greatly.

Immediately after, moisture appeared in her eyes.

Watching her, Dokyun, even in the midst of losing his composure, sharply glared at her.

'No way.'

This time, he wouldn't let it happen again.

Just as her voice was about to tremble, Dokyun quickly knelt down on the floor.

He expanded the crash.

Among the memories of his lifetime, he replayed all the sad events in his mind.

He recalled the SSR Blue-Eyed Black Dragon that was taken by the neighborhood delinquent older brother.

He recalled the day of despair when he experienced the promise of buying tonkatsu.

He recalled the rejection when he confessed his first love in high school.

Sadness, resentment, and regret surged.

Moisture gathered in his eyes.

Ah, it was now.

'Fresh juice victory.'

As if this moment was the last, Dokyun poured out the deep-seated resentment rising from deep within.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"What, what is it!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

"What are you doing!"

When Dokyun rolled on the floor and cried out, the girl who had been on the verge of tears suddenly panicked and poked him.

As he opened my eyes and looked, he saw a face frantically moving with wide-open eyes.

"Don't cry! The princess is noisy!"

Words thrown without knowing what he was saying.

Ah, it was so refreshing.

Indeed, the one who cries first wins.

Dokyun, intoxicated by the exhilaration of victory welling up inside him, began to raise his cries.

"Waaaaah!!!!"

"Hey!!!"

A piercing scream.

Ignoring it, Dokyun cried even more fiercely.

Amidst his cries, he could hear the girl's bewildered words.

As if words were not enough, he could feel her fist tapping me, and even more so, her sobbing intensifying as she sat down next to me.

Just as it seemed like he had clearly won, Dokyun, who was about to unleash even fiercer cries to drive the nail in, froze at the sound of a voice.

"…What are you doing."

A pause.

Something was off.

The voice was low and familiar.

I knew what that tone meant.

A sense of crisis, shame, humiliation followed. And then, as Dokyun, about to unleash even fiercer cries, hesitated and opened his eyes slightly, what he saw was.

"…Eunseol?"

It was Eunseol, looking down at him with a contemptuous and exhausted gaze.

"…"

"You idiot."

At the sound of the curse, his hand involuntarily covered his face.

'I wanted to die.'

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