I Was Kidnapped By a Yandere Writer - Chapter 58: Waiting for Eunah.

Three days have passed.

As she said, the last personality did not come out, and the wound on the wrist was almost healed, but the scab remained attached.

Tomorrow, Eunah will return.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Unexpected words.

Dokyun turned his head and looked at Eunseol sitting on the other side of the sofa.

She, at the end of his gaze, continued to speak without taking her eyes off the book.

“You’ve been through a lot dealing with the other kids.”

“Oh, yes.”

Was that it?

Certainly, it had been a tearful week.

Even though they were just little kids picking on each other.

‘Go Eunsam…!’

The scammer who pushed him down into the abyss and ran away.

Gone.

Thinking of her, his teeth gritted again.

The coins he had left untouched, hoping they might soar again, were now in an irredeemable state, with a return rate of -213%.

He could never, ever forgive her.

“Really… Thank you for everything…!”

Her gaze turned towards him as she replied through clenched teeth.

Her face began to show signs of trembling. After staring at him for a moment, she finally spoke with trembling lips.

“…Stay strong.”

“I have to. To get back at that jerk.”

Thinking about it made him even more heated.

He needed to calm down.

To control his mind, Dokyun turned on his smartphone. The coin app was tucked away in a corner. He thought it would only raise his blood pressure further if he looked at it.

Right after, with a familiar gesture, Dokyun opened the novel app positioned in the center of the screen. Checking his preferred list, he felt a warm feeling wash over him.

“It’s revived…!”

A smile unknowingly crept onto his lips.

Indeed, the power of a necromancer was formidable.

Underneath the banner of a small child who seemed certain to have collapsed, a popup appeared three hours ago.

The money was good. As she said, there was nothing that couldn’t be done with money.

“Thanks, Necromancer!”

The Third Helmsman of the Ghost Fleet, who had been hit with the big stick called capitalism, began to participate in the annual festival on time from that day on.

Three high-quality articles a day.

After today, it might not be visible for a while, but Dokyun trusted Necromancer’s performance.

“It’s a million won, but it’ll hold out for a few weeks, right?”

Please, stay alive the next time you check.

As he hugged his smartphone, praying, he felt a warm gaze, and when he turned his head, he saw her looking at him with a disdainful face.

Dokyun chuckled and asked her a question.

“Why are you like that?”

“…No reason.”

She shook her head and returned her gaze to the book.

“Where does it hurt?”

Well, since she said she’d be back in tomorrow, she might feel a little awkward.

With that thought in mind, Dokyun, who remembered the forgotten question, made a sound of realization and asked her the question.

“When will you come out next if you go in now?”

It was not a good judgment to pull out Go Eunchae to call her, as she played the role of the controlling personality to some extent, she might be able to come out autonomously.

As Dokyun finished his question and stared at her, she seemed to be thinking for a moment, then opened her mouth and spoke.

“It depends on how well you manipulate Go Eunah.”

“Me?”

Her gaze, which had been fixed on the book, moved again and stared at him.

“It depends on how well you manipulate Go Eunah. The happier Go Eunah is, the less Go Eunchae is needed. And if that happens, the influence of Go Eunchae diminishes.”

“If the influence diminishes, will you take back control?”

At the repeated question, she nodded her head.

“Once some control is restored, I can actively help.”

“Hmm…”

He roughly understood. His task was to make Go Eunah happy.

While he was organizing his thoughts like that, she glanced at him for a moment and then opened her mouth again.

“Isn’t that what you do best? Floating?”

He flinched.

As Dokyun, with a somewhat awkward expression, glanced at her, she smirked and added, “Focus on Go Eunha, put aside whatever you’re worrying about, for now.”

“Okay…”

Words hitting the nail on the head.

The plan to sneakily check on the kids’ condition in between, hiding the smartphone, seemed to be scrapped entirely.

Indeed, she was not an easy opponent.

For a brief moment, while wearing a rather awkward expression, Dokyun confirmed that it was already mealtime and got up from his seat, heading to the kitchen as he spoke, “Well then, I’ll go cook.”

“Sure.”

Naturally, he ended up being the one responsible for cooking, but it couldn’t be helped. The ingredients she liked were all things that could be severely divisive, and entrusting her with cooking could lead not to a meal but to torture. So, he felt more at ease doing the cooking himself.

At first, he wasn’t sure what to do, but with a smartphone in hand, the epitome of modern civilization, and following recipes, he gradually became accustomed to cooking.

“Now, let’s see…”

Even though it was the last day, wouldn’t it be good to give them a hearty meal, at least?

Opening the fridge, Dokyun took out the steak he had thawed the day before, placed it on the counter, and began searching on his smartphone.

Ah, what a convenient world we live in.

With just a search for steak recipes, all sorts of recipes popped up one after another, making it incredibly convenient.

Humming a tune in excitement, Dokyun selected the simplest-looking recipe from the list and started cooking accordingly.

Sprinkle salt and pepper on the meat, massage with olive oil, grease the pan with oil, cook over medium heat, then let it rest on foil.

After completing the whole process and removing the foil, a perfectly cooked steak was revealed.

With a swift slice of the knife, juices burst from the inside.

Satisfaction filled him.

“Maybe I should try opening a restaurant someday.”

Cooking becomes enjoyable as you delve into it.

He seemed to have quite a talent for it; each dish he attempted ended successfully, and there would certainly be enough money once everything was done.

It’s worth considering positively.

Continuing his train of thought, he transferred the meat onto a plate, finished plating, then called her over to the dining table.

She came over to the table, glanced at the steak for a moment, then moved to fetch the liquor, shaking it as she spoke, “A drink?”

She was quite fond of alcohol.

With a wry smile, Dokyun took out a beer from the fridge and replied, “Sure.”

He couldn’t handle that strong liquor she preferred, but he could easily share a beer.

Afterward.

Click!

Sitting at the table, Dokyun opened the beer can, the sound of it clinking against her offered glass as he spoke, “Enjoy your meal.”

“Sure.”

After toasting, taking a sip of beer, and lightly nibbling on the meat, the burst of juice behind its tender texture delighted the palate.

Though it might be because of my love for meat that the result turned out well, still, the pride of having cooked it myself filled me with joy.

Chewing on the meat for a moment, I glanced at her sitting across from me, silently continuing her meal. After living together for a few days, Dokyun had become somewhat accustomed to reading her expressions, inferring her mood from the expressions that crossed her face.

Her eyebrows were straight, indicating satisfaction. It seemed she really liked my cooking.

Confirming her reaction, Dokyun smiled again, feeling even more joyful, and continued his meal.

Although there was no significant exchange of words, dining with her seemed to suit this quiet atmosphere.

The sound of utensils clinking, the sound of pouring drinks, the soft sound of water droplets falling from the faucet, and the noise of chewing meat gradually filled the space.

And so, we continued our meal quietly.

Much later, she offered to clean up, and while she took care of the dishes, Dokyun finished washing up.

Afterward, as he entered the bedroom and lay down alone on the bed, closing his eyes, it finally began to sink in.

Eunah would be back tomorrow.

Just one week, and even though our bodies had been together, it felt like a long-awaited reunion.

Perhaps it was because the personalities were so strong that it was hard to find Eunah in her face.

There was a lingering feeling of unrest.

Thinking of her, of her life, of what he meant to her, Dokyun began to feel increasingly frustrated.

Could he treat her as he did a week ago, oblivious to everything? The answer, no matter how much he pondered, was ‘no.’

He probably wouldn’t be able to treat her as before. He would continue to feel this frustration in her face and actions. Somewhere, he would feel a tinge of sadness.

Suddenly, amidst his thoughts, laughter bubbled up.

Somewhere along the line, the idea of escape had vanished from his mind.

In fact, there had been several opportunities to escape, but in reality, her condition had nothing to do with him, yet he willingly stayed to help her.

He couldn’t just ignore it.

“The problem lies in plausibility.”

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving. That thought crossed his mind once again.

As his thoughts continued, reaching even Eunseol, he realized that ultimately the current situation was aligning with what she wanted.

He stayed here for Eunah. By staying, Go Eunchae weakened, and Eunah’s happy world remained intact.

As a result, Eunseol would regain control over the personalities.

It was endlessly meticulous.

Yet, despite all this, he didn’t feel too bad. Perhaps because it didn’t seem like her purpose was solely for personal gain.

Observing how she interacted with Eunah and the other personalities, it seemed she genuinely liked them.

She didn’t express it directly, but it was evident in her subtle attitude.

Maybe she’s a tsundere, he cautiously predicted.

As he continued his thoughts, the door opened, and she, well-prepared, entered.

Dokyun turned his head to check, and there she was, lying on the bed dressed in her usual attire, just as he remembered. Seeing her after such a long time, he hesitated for a moment, then steadied himself as he met her calm gaze.

He can finally see Eunah, but she is still Eunseol.

Dokyun momentarily held his breath, then lifted his head and spoke as he looked at her.

“Do you change when you wake up?”

“Yes.”

A brief response.

She said, completely reclined, pulling the blanket up to her neck, then continued.

“As I said, Go Eunah will dismiss this week as if it never happened. Act accordingly.”

A final instruction given. As Dokyun briefly pondered, still with some unresolved curiosity, he asked a question.

“What about gifts or things like that?”

“It will be roughly filtered in Go Eunah’s mind. Like us going in and out while she sleeps.”

“Will Eunah allow me to leave?”

A repeated question.

It was about whether Eunseol would allow his outings to be acknowledged.

She slowly opened her eyes, as if murmuring, and answered.

“It’s fine as long as I’m here.”

Indeed, did her true self trust her.

That was fortunate. It would be troublesome if she got suspicious for no reason.

After listening to everything and reviewing the instructions, Dokyun finally nodded and replied.

“I understand.”

“Sleep.”

Another brief response.

Seeing her close her eyes immediately after, Dokyun considered whether to say more, but ultimately decided to maintain silence and closed his eyes as well.

It wasn’t a farewell, so it seemed right to him.

‘You need a good rest.’

From now on, it was his responsibility.