In a world ravaged by monsters, a chilling phenomenon unfolds-things get weird and terrifying.
What is it that has made them so attached to you?
Obsessed Sweet Home various x Reader
This is my first story, and English is not my first language, but...
I would like to mention that I have never written anything before, but I really tried to make it easy and not boring.
I won't take much of your time then. Thank you for giving this book a chance.
Opening my eyes in the morning is one of the most difficult things in the world, and leaving my bed feels like the worst punishment. Today, everything feels strange and unfamiliar. Why is there sunlight streaming through the windows when I can't even feel the air in my apartment?
As I sit up hastily, I scan the room, but it's not mine. Did I stumble into someone else's place last night while drunk? But that doesn't make sense—I don't drink. Besides, it's Sunday; who ventures out when you have a whole day of rest ahead, free from disturbances, perfect for an introvert like me?
I glance around again, searching for some semblance of familiarity, but every detail—the furniture, the decorations, even the layout of the room—is foreign. A creeping unease settles over me as I realize I'm not in my own apartment. Panic starts to rise in my chest as I wonder how I ended up here and what happened to my own space.
Taking a deep breath, I try to gather my thoughts. Was this some bizarre dream? Or could it be a mix-up, a prank, perhaps? None of it adds up, and the silence of the unfamiliar room only amplifies my sense of displacement.
With trembling hands, I reach for my phone to call someone, anyone, for answers. But as I do, a sinking realization dawns upon me—my phone isn't with me. In fact, I can't find any of my belongings nearby.
Fear and confusion swirl within me, and I struggle to piece together what happened and how to return to what I know as my reality.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to leave the room and ask around. Opening the door slowly, as if anticipating an attack, I stepped outside. The surroundings were oddly familiar, like I had seen them somewhere before, but I couldn't place where.
Scanning the area, lost in thought, I didn't notice someone approaching until we collided, both of us stumbling and falling to the ground. Before I could apologize, my words froze in my throat as I looked up and saw who it was.
Suddenly, I came to a realization and looked closely at the man in front of me, hoping to prove my thoughts wrong. But no, it was unmistakable—Eun-hyuk from "Sweet Home" stood right before me. "Are you alright?" His voice broke through my stunned silence, but fear gripped me, and without a word, I bolted back to the room where I had woken up.
Trembling, I locked the door behind me and collapsed onto the ground.
"No, it can't be... Of course not. How could I be here? It must be a dream," I muttered to myself, trying to grasp at any sense of the situation. But the room felt too real, the details too vivid for it to be mere imagination.Pushing myself up, I started to search the unfamiliar room for any clue that could explain my situation. My eyes fell upon a cupboard, and as I opened it, I found a wallet containing a small amount of money and an ID card...The ID card revealed a name and a face that sent a chill down my spine—it was my own. But the address listed was unfamiliar, and the photo seemed slightly off, as if it depicted an alternate version of myself.
Confusion and disbelief mingled with a growing sense of unease. Could this really be happening? Was I somehow in a parallel world, or had something else entirely inexplicable occurred? I struggled to make sense of the pieces before me, desperate for some clue that could unravel the mystery of my sudden displacement.
3rd pov
Eun hyuk was left hanging as the girl dashed off, leaving him alone . Weird , but he didn't ponder much over it as he picked all of his books and went to his apartment.
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