Kidnapping the Wrong Gen[Z]: A Killing Stalking FF

"Corpse? Like 'choke me like you hate me but you love me-'"

(Oh Sangwoo's POV)

"You don't have to do this Amelia, put the knife down," The wound on his side was still stinging, but Sangwoo ignored it as he attempted to make the brunette drop the knife.

"Uh, no?" There was a look of disgust on Amelia's face. "You almost killed me!"

"I promise you I won't, but if you keep acting so stubborn-"

"Oh, so we're playing that game now? I'll show you stubborn and stay alive, bitch..."

Sangwoo rolled his eyes. Amelia eyed him as he walked towards the washer and dryer in the basement. From behind the washer, he pulled a baseball bat and walked back towards Minwo.

"RRAGHHHH!!!!"

With a mighty bellow, Sangwoo swung the bat down on the battered female, not allowing her to do anything as he hit her again and again. Blood splattered everywhere, landing a few centimeters away from Amelia. The beautiful Minwo was no more, her brains scattered around her head as a pool of blood surrounded her lifeless body.

"This is what's going to happen to you," Sangwoo turned to Amelia. "Keep up your stupid act-"

"Oh Jesus, you killed her!" A bright flash took up the basement for a second before disappearing, surprising Sangwoo. "Oh shit."

Realizing what the flash was, Sangwoo stared accusingly at Amelia. "Did you just take a picture of me?"

"Uhm," Amelia drew something on her phone before slowly putting it back in her jacket. "I needed to send streaks. Mei would be mad if I broke it."

"Streaks?" Sangwoo asked. "Your streaks are more important than me threatening to kill you?"

"Uh, duh."

"Then I guess I should kill you too," Sangwoo cracked his neck, walking closer to Amelia. "Then you wouldn't have to worry about sending your little streaks anymore-"

"Wait, wait wait!" Amelia exclaimed, pulling her phone out of her pocket as it buzzed.

Sangwoo stopped. "What is it now?"

"Mei replied," The brunette showed Sangwoo her screen. "She said 'hot' with a sweating emoji."

"Hot?" Sangwoo looked confused at the message Mei sent Amelia. "What is 'hot' about me killing someone?"

"She's also asking if you take hit jobs," Amelia scrolled through her texts. "Because apparently there's this one hoe who keeps asking her to 'pull up' and-"

"I'm not taking any hit jobs," The bleach blonde sighed, "And if I was, I would have gone for you first."

"Great! I can arrange that for you."

"No, you're not." Sangwoo said, tossing the bat to the side. "I give up. You're coming with me."

"What are you, a police officer?" Amelia squinted her eyes at Sangwoo, trying to discern his intentions. "And what if I don't?"

"Then you can stay down here with the corpse."

"Corpse? Like 'choke me like you hate me but you love me-'"

In one motion, Sangwoo dashed towards Amelia and slung her over his shoulder, causing her to drop the knife in her hand. Amelia yelped, now suddenly beating him with her fists to make him drop her. Slowly, Sangwoo walked back up the stairs of the basement into the comfort of his house and made his way to the bathroom.

He didn't know how or why, but this girl just made him feel... defeated. Every time he tried to kill her, he would just feel tired afterwards, like he was dealing with some unknown force that would compel him to just not do it. He despised that feeling and this girl was the cause of it.

Sangwoo sat Amelia down on the toilet seat and opened the mirror above the sink to grab some alcohol and bandages. Taking this opportunity, Amelia continued to sing.

"-she a freak, little bad hoe, Gaspare said kill it, I said let me grab my death note-"

"Amelia," Sangwoo sighed, turning to look at her. Amelia paused, surprised to see the older male appearing tired. His shoulders were slightly sagged, and his eyes were just begging her to shut the fuck up. "Just stop."

Amelia rolled her eyes and nodded. "Just because you look like an old man right now doesn't mean you get to guilt trip me."

Sangwoo gave out a small snort as he applied the alcohol to his gash. The sting made him wince as he dragged it down, but a pair of hands stopped him.

"You're not doing it right," Amelia pointed out. "Here, let me help."

Sangwoo watched the brunette as she carefully cleaned the wound and applied the bandages.

"And... done!" Amelia pointed jazz fingers at his wound, displaying the now covered up wound.

Sangwoo didn't say anything, but continued to look at Amelia confusedly.

Amelia stared at him, now feeling uncomfortable. "Uhm, a 'thank you' would be very much appreciated."

The bleach blonde grabbed onto Amelia's head and began to shake her.

"Hey! What the-"

"Is something wrong with you?" Sangwoo asked worriedly.

"Is something wrong with me?" Amelia asked, looking bewildered. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You just- nevermind. Uhm, thanks, I guess."

"Well I don't accept your thanks anymore. You owe me for shaking my head like a rattle."

Sangwoo raised an eyebrow. "And what will I be owing you, Amelia?"

"Can I help you hide the body?"

Sangwoo choked on his spit.

What... the fuck.