My Little Psycho [No Plot (KS Fanfic bxb)]

Chapter 16: Falling Out of Love All Over Again

It was hard to pull this chapter out of my flat ass because I'm getting ready to go back to school. I probably won't update as much after this week. You probably don't care but just putting it out there. Thanks for 2k!!!! Very special poll at the end (at least for the gay sex lovers lmfaooo) ♡(*ó▿ò*)♡

-(M/n)'s Pov-

"Sangwoo, what are you trying to say?"

"(M/n), I really do love you. I want to marry you."

//Present Time//

I'm in my car, on my way to an abandoned building. "Why?" you ask? Well my dumb ex-boyfriend asked me out on a date-at an abandoned warehouse. How romantic! I pull up to a rusty, crusty ass building. Ew, is that a rat's head? Okay, gross.

"(M/n)~" A hand crept onto my shoulder. Me, being the highly trained detective that I am, elbowed the creep in the stomach and performed a roundhouse kick. Oh, turns out the creep was Sangwoo. Still a creep though.

"Oh, it's you. " I spat out. He rolls his eyes and gets up with a groan. Grabbing my hand gently, be pulls me into the warehouse.

It was decorated with light bulbs hanging from the ceiling by string. In the middle of it all was a small, round table with a white table cloth on it. There was a small feast lying across it and in the center was a glass vase full of daisies. "Wow. You actually gave a shit," I say sarcastically.

"Yeah. That is my specialty," he says matter-of-factly. I snort.

"Shut up, Jean Krischtein." I burst out into a fit of laughter at my own joke. Sangwoo just stood there with a deadpan look on his face. "Dude, can you take a jo-." He pulls me into a gentle kiss. I quickly pull away. "Bastard."

He frowns at me. Okay, maybe I'm being a little brutal on him. Oh, well-he can deal with it. "So, what did you cook? An arm? Maybe sautéed breast with a side of roasted nipples? Oh, don't tell me you have my favorite-pussy?!" He rolls his eyes once again.

"I try to have a romantic evening with you and this is the treatment I get?"

"Oh-fucking-Sangwoo, I'm not fucking with you on this, man. It's kind of hard to treat your ex-boyfriend-oh, and murderer with respect." I look at him with malice. He let out a shaky sigh before pulling out my chair for me. I sit down hesitantly. "What's under the silver thingy-ma-bob?" He looked back at me before lifting up the oval, silver thing. It was kimchi. "I swear you better have used my recipe because you suck at making kimchi." He gave a hearty chuckle.

"Don't worry-I did." I sigh in reassurance. Sure, I love the man, but he'd probably destroy the kitchen while putting milk in a bowl of cereal. I giggle before grabbing the chopsticks and I start digging in. Sangwoo just stood there with a content smile on his face.

"What are you just standing there for? Hurry up and eat. You know that it doesn't take long for me to consume enough food to feed a large village in Africa." I stop my eating as he pulled a small box out of his pocket. He put the box down on the table.

"(M/n), did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?" Is it just me or are his flirting skills cringy to the max? I gag on the piece of cabbage in my mouth.

"What are you?" I snap at him. He sighed, but put the deceiving smile back on his face.

"I especially love your lovely personality. I like mine feisty." Okay, fuck my life. This is just a cringe fest now.

"What are you getting at?" I eye the box on the table. "Sangwoo, what are you trying to say?" There's a long pause before he grabs the box from the table, and gets down on one knee. He can't be serious.

"(M/n), I really do love you. I want to marry you." Tears swell to my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I can't." I shoot up from my seat and bolt to the door. In a split second, I was in my car and driving to Frank's apartment. I need a drink.
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Who should have a lemon in the next chapter?
A: Sangwoo and (M/n)
B: Frank and (M/n)
C: Frank and Yoonbum
D: Lillian and Hani

What scenario?
A: Drunken Night
B: A Little Bit of Comfort
C: Heat of the Moment
D: Truth or Dare