One morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing and saw Wonwoo's name on the screen, calling for the tenth time. You sighed, rubbing your eyes as you answered.
"Hi, Wonwoo," you greeted. "What is it?"
"Hey, Y/n," his voice was filled with urgency. "We need to talk."
You shifted, sitting up in bed as you asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's urgent," he replied. "Can you come over now?"
"Sure," you agreed, feeling a sense of foreboding build inside you. "I'm on my way."
As soon as you hung up, you hurriedly got yourself ready and headed over to Wonwoo's place. When you finally arrived, you knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. After a few minutes, he finally opened the door to greet you.
"Y/N, come in," his tone was cold and distant. "We need to talk."
You walked in, the air heavy with tension as you stood face to face with him.
"First of all," Wonwoo started, a slight scowl on his face. "I've heard that you've been spending a lot of time with your 'best friend' lately."
Your jaw dropped in surprise as you realized he'd been keeping an eye on you.
"Wonwoo, what do you mean? We're just friends," you protested. "It means nothing."
"I've seen the way he looks at you. I know what he wants."
"He doesn't want anything like that from me," you insisted. "Don't worry about it."
"He does," Wonwoo insisted. "I know the look in a man's eyes when he sees you. He wants more than just being your friend."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized that he was right all along. Your "best friend" hadn't been acting like a true friend.
"But I don't feel the same way about him," you protested. "I only like him as a friend."
"I don't want him to be your friend," Wonwoo barked in frustration. "I want him away from you."
"You can't expect me to stop hanging out with my best friend," you argued, your tone getting louder as you became increasingly frustrated.
"I don't care," Wonwoo snapped back, his words punctuated by a loud thump.
"I hate the way he looks at you like that. I don't want him near you."
You two continued to bicker back and forth until eventually, Wonwoo's tone grew softer.
"How about this," he suggested. "Why don't we meet up with him later tonight? There's something I want to show you. Just trust me."
You stared at Wonwoo for a moment, debating whether or not to trust him. After all, he had been acting strange lately.
"Fine," you finally agreed, though something in the pit of your stomach was telling you that this might not be a good idea.
That same gut feeling seemed to be right. As the day progressed, your doubts grew stronger. By the time you met up with Wonwoo later that night, you were feeling extremely anxious.
"Are you sure about this?" you whispered as he led you down a dark alleyway. "I'm getting a bad feeling."
"Don't worry," Wonwoo reassured you, his voice is soft yet firm. "It's for your own good."
He continued to lead you through the alleyway, his steps falling into a steady rhythm as he walked ahead. As you made your way deeper into the darkness, your nervousness began to turn into full-blown fear. Every breath becomes more difficult to take as your heart beats faster and faster.
"Wonwoo," you called out, "where are we going?"
To your surprise, he stopped walking and turned to face you. In the dim lighting, his expression was hard to read.
"It's better if you see it." Wonwoo's voice was cold and emotionless.
You felt your body go numb as every possible scenario played out in your mind. What did he mean by that? What was he going to show you? Your whole body was shaking with fear as he started walking once again, this time at an even quicker pace. You had no choice but to follow, doing your best to keep up with his long strides.
As you walked, you felt your breath becoming shorter and shorter, your lungs working overtime to take in as much air as possible.
"Shh," Wonwoo warned, slowing his pace as he walked towards a nearby building.
Your mind was racing as you tried to figure out what was going on, a million questions running through your head. He slowed to a stop outside of a closed-off door, then turned and faced you.
"It's in there," he whispered. "Just follow me."
Your heart was in your throat as he opened the door and stepped inside, waiting for you to follow.
You cautiously crept inside the building, your breath hittingched as your eyes darted around, taking in the dark interior. At first, you saw nothing except for a few pieces of furniture and a couple of old boxes.
That soon changed as your eyes landed on a large wooden crate. You noticed the sound of soft, heavy breathing coming from within, quickly recognizing it as a human voice. Your heart stopped beating as you realized there was someone else in the room.
Your attention quickly shifted to Wonwoo's, feeling his presence behind you.
The tension grew thicker as the seconds dragged on, nothing but silence filling the air. Your eyes slowly turned towards the crate, your breath catching in your throat as you saw a familiar face staring back at you. It was your "best friend". He looked up at you with a terrified expression on his face, his eyes quickly shifting towards Wonwoo standing behind you.
Your heart pounded in your chest as all the pieces of this strange picture started to come together. Wonwoo had planned this all along.
You were frozen in place, your mind racing as your eyes bounced between Wonwoo and your "best friend".
"Y/N," Wonwoo said, his tone calm but cold. "I know you have strong feelings for him."
"But we're meant to be together, just me and you." He stepped forward, his hand reaching out for yours. He's becoming insane and delusional each passing second.
"You're mine, forever," Wonwoo whispered in your ear. "Only mine." Morning came and there's news about a young lad who was found dead inside of an abandoned building not far away from where you live.
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