Killing me softly (Sangwoo x Reader)

- 3

"Sangwoo..." I whisper, watching him kiss my legs.

He told me he had changed...but what does that mean? Someone doesn't just change. Their beliefs change, not them.

He tiredly looks up at me, waiting for me to finish my question, but I was afraid to say it. What if he doesn't like what I ask? He'll hurt me again.

"What's wrong?" He asked, creeping up my legs and hugging me around my waist. I rest my hand on top of his hair, stroking the soft locks.

"What have you been doing, since my absence?" I quietly say towards me.

Sangwoo tilts his head up to study my face; confused at the question I asked. His brow raised and a small huff escapes his lips.

"Killing those you had ties with when you ran away." He whispers, before snuggling back into my waist.

My eyes shot open at his words and my breath got caught in my throat. I wanted to slap him, but I just kept stroking his hair.

My cheeks raised with heat as the tears started over again. My eyes began to hurt from them and stung from where I had been rubbing them non-stop.

"S-Sangwoo...My parents?" I ask, holding the lump in my throat.  He slightly opens his eyes and paused.

"Alive..." He whispers. The lump drops to my stomach as the relief gave way.

I struggled to find my breath again as I picture all the people I had met in the last 2 years. The men I had slept with; the woman I met at work. They would have all been killed by Sangwoo.

I cover my mouth, hoping to hold back the sick feeling I had on my tongue. Sangwoo looks back up and watches my tears roll down my face, and he smiles.

"Tch (y/n). I did this so you wouldn't have anyone to run to again." He sits up, stroking my cheek.

He lays down on the couch, moving me so I would be laying on top of him. I rested my ears against his chest and bit my knuckles, holding the urge to cry out.

"If you run from me again, I'll have to introduce myself to your parents... Okey?" He says, stroking my head.

"I-I understand..." I reply.

"Stop crying... you're eyes will swell and look ugly." He rolls his eyes, pushing me off him. I fall back onto the other side of the couch, while he stood up; grabbing his car keys.
"Stay here. I'll be back soon." He says, grabbing the front door.

He pauses for a second, staring at the door. He cocks his head back and sighs.

"Oh... I almost forgot." He looks down at his side where a hammer sat dormant. He slowly grabs it, turning back around to me.

"S-Sangwoo! N-no please! I beg you please! I promise I won't run away!" I scream, shuffling back in the couch.

As he walked closer to me, I run to the back room where another door leads to an exit. I slam into it, grabbing the handle and shaking it open.

It's locked! No!

I turn around again, meeting his eyes. He grabs my neck, pushing down on my windpipe. I grab his hands, yanking at them, hoping to get some air through my lungs.

I scratch his face, and rip at his clothes while he pushes me down on the ground. I start hearing a ringing sound in my ears and a loud pop.

I gag for air, but only a hoarse yelp escaped my mouth. I felt the intense pressure in my head and the pain started to take over my body.

I was going to die. I'm dying; was all I had on my mind. But why? I treated him so well! I followed his every command and did anything he wanted me to do. Why is he killing me!