Happy ~ SangWoo x Reader x YoonBum { Killing Stalking }

~ Happy ~

        She came without warning, and she changed everything.

        I didn't think he was capable of any real kind of love. Only lust and a perverse attachment, but with her, it seemed real. And I hated it. He hadn't told me how they had been reunited, and he hadn't told me how they knew each other in the first place. Only that I had to behave. But I didn't want to behave. What made her so special? He told me she was going to be around forever now. He said he wouldn't let her go again. I didn't know what that meant, and I thought for a second she may have escaped him. Maybe it was possible, but once she got here I realised that wasn't the case. She greeted me with a warm smile. She seemed to know who I was. Or at least why I was here. Was he not scared she'd tell...? She greeted him with a kiss and a scowl. I hated her. It was clear he was madly in love with her. But as time went by, I found that I spent less time hating her, and more time wishing I hated her. But I couldn't. Still, I didn't like her. I didn't like her at all. She was in the way.

        "Oh no! I'm so sorry! I'll clear it up right away! I didn't mean to -" She crouched down and pushed a finger to my lips with furrowed brows.

        "Why are you panicking? It's only some water. I'll clear it up." She smiled at me and helped me back onto my chair. I wasn't supposed to be on my chair. SangWoo leaned on the door frame, and in settled the usual chilling anticipation of punishment, which was in no way helped by his irritated expression.

        "What are you doing? He's supposed to be cleaning." She looked up to him. Despite his large build, and her much smaller frame on all fours on the floor, her face held no fear. I admired that, and envied it too.

        "He spilled some water. I'm clearing it up." His features were turning less annoyed and more angry.

        "Oh yeh? Why isn't he clearing it up? He's the clumsy fuck who spilled it after all." She stood from her position on the floor, and stood directly in front of me and my chair.

        "And you're the stupid fuck who shattered his ankles. If you're gonna go around smashing peoples' legs in, don't expect them to function like everyone else." She hadn't raised her voice in the slightest, but it was filled with venom, and now so was the air in the kitchen. I didn't want to draw attention to myself by peeping round her, so I just stared at the back of her head as she defended me. I wanted to tell her to stop. I didn't like her. I didn't want her to defend me, but at the same time, she was making it easier for me to love SangWoo without internal conflict. As much as I hated to admit it, he'd been easier to deal with since she'd been around. She put him in his place. She held the leash of this rabid animal, and, unless I was mistaken, she seemed to care for me.

        She obviously loved SangWoo very much, and lately I'd been put in the basement far more often. I knew why. I could hear them shouting at each other on an almost nightly basis, and then I'd hear them make up... very loudly. I used to hate that sound, until one night, after the shouting was gone, she came down and brought me up. She said she wanted SangWoo to spend some time with me, and then she left me with him as she went down into the basement with a big plastic bag. He let me do whatever I wanted with him. That was unusual. He seemed to really enjoy it too. Eventually she came back up. I expected to go back down, but instead I spent the night in their bed. That hadn't happened for a while.

        The next day I was washed, fed, and sent straight back down to the basement. SangWoo was out the whole time. She'd blindfolded me and then struggled to carry me down the stairs, placing me gently down at the bottom, and allowing me to lean heavily on her. She slowly took the blindfold off. If I'm honest I was expecting to see another body. Before she arrived, blindfolds were never a good thing in this house. Instead, what I saw was the basement as normal, except in one corner, where my blanket was, there was a small bed, with a fluffy duvet, a plump pillow, and a little rug beside it. There was a small bedside table with a little battery lamp, and a pile of books, a notepad and a few pens and pencils. Above all of this was a railing with a curtain that would shut this makeshift bedroom off from the rest of the basement. She stood silently, holding me up and allowing me to take it all in. I wanted to smile. That's all I wanted to do. But I didn't. Instead I fell into her arms and sobbed, harder than I'd ever sobbed before, and she let me.

        I didn't know how long it had been, but I somehow managed to pull myself away from her. I didn't want to. I wanted to bury my head in her chest and just listen to her heartbeat forever. This change of feeling was too sudden, and terrified me, but I let it happen. I didn't hate her, and I didn't like her. I loved her, and that was fine. Eventually I mustered the energy to smile at her, and mutter the most pathetic "thank you" I've ever heard. I knew this wasn't enough gratification, but she seemed to take it like it was her last breath; her features lighting up with happiness. For hours we sat on the bed reading together, and then we fell asleep.

        We both woke up to the sound of the front door unlocking loudly. Suddenly I felt a little scared. He was home. She could sense this, but she just smiled and took my hand, letting my other arm rest around her shoulder, and she slowly helped me back up to the bedroom, where SangWoo was already waiting. They greeted each other with a small but passionate kiss, and for but a second, I felt that annoying familiar pang in my chest, until SangWoo bent down to where she'd placed me on the bed, and gave me exactly the same kiss, startling me so much that I almost didn't respond in time to kiss him back. Standing up again, he held up a miriad of shopping bags, then proceeded to grin and tip them all over the bed. Clothes? And lots of them. Then she spoke.

        "They're all for you." All of them? They were lovely. There were skirts, crop tops, trousers, shorts, jumpers, even pajamas. Was I dreaming? Where had my life of torture gone to? Where was my pain? Where was my confusion? I wanted to be here. Only here, and I wanted nothing but that. I looked up in amazement, only for SangWoo to hold a finger to the air, and speak.

        "Ah, that's not all. There's something else!" He seemed pretty excited, and made his way to the porch. There was a loud clattering, as she stayed in the room, seemingly buzzing in her own excitement. There was a strange rolling sound, and what came through the door next almost made me pass out. A wheelchair. A proper one, and it looked brand new, with locks, and adjustements, a comfy seat, little pockets... was this for me? I was having trouble taking all this in, and found myself in something of a trance, until her voice snapped me out of it.

        "Do you like it?" I looked up to her. She was radiant with joy. Positively beaming... and she was beautiful. I stared for a few more seconds, taking in every feature of her face, and then I found myself grinning. Smiling like I'd never smiled before. I looked over to SangWoo, and he was doing the same. He walked over to me, picking me up and placing me in the chair.

        "Is it comfy?" He asked. He then bent down and whispered in my ear. "Are you happy?" A shiver shot down my spine as I nodded. I thought I'd taught myself to love her because she was a part of SangWoo, but it was her I loved. And it was him I loved. Separately. She had taught him how to show me the love he had for me. That's what they'd faught over. That's who they were talking about. He didn't change his ways towards anyone else. Beautiful, exotic temptresses and schoolgirls alike would walk through the gates of the house expecting their first night with the love of their lives, but all they'd get was their last night alive. I watched the women come in, giggling and kissing him, running their fingers up and down his arms, and I felt jealous for her. But she didn't seem to mind. Not even when he'd touch them back and kiss them hard. She'd just smile at him knowingly as she wheeled me out the front door, and when we got back, he'd be hot and bothered, I'd be brought down to my very own little bedroom, and I'd proceed to fall asleep to the sound of them loving each other, knowing that they loved me too. I was loved. I loved them, and I loved this house. I never want to leave. I'm happy.