Stalked

38: Sangwoo Needs Help

Knock, knock! 

You had arrived at his house about an hour and a half before the performance. Of course, you hadn't actually bothered to ask if you could even come over, but nonetheless you were here to support him.

"Who the FUCK is at my door right now?" You heard Sangwoo curse as he stomped towards his doorway. "What? Oh." He looked down at your smiling face and a small bouquet of flowers.  "Fine. Come in."

"Do you have a vase?" You asked as you removed your shoes.

"No, you creepy little stalker. Especially not for someone who comes over unannounced. Just put them on the table." He took your hand lightly and guided you to where he wanted you to be. "Bum. BUM!" He called out as the creature scuttered in front of him with its broken legs. "Find something like a vase for these."

He lead you upstairs as you examined him. He hadn't gotten ready yet, but he still looked absolutely stunning. In fact, despite it being late in the day, he was only in a pair of black athletic shorts, a grey hoodie and tall, grey socks.

"Did you play basketball today?" You asked politely.

"Do you think I play basketball just because I'm tall?" He looked back at you as he walked up the stairs.

"No, you're just dressed like someone who was playing basketball with his friends." You shrugged.

"Or maybe someone who was sitting home all day being harassed by a whore and ignored by his wife-to-be." He smirked at you.

"I wasn't ignoring you! I was getting ready too. Do I look nice?" He stopped as he opened his bedroom door and he looked back at you. You had dressed up nicely and done your hair and even put just a touch of make-up on. But it was so modest it really didn't even compare to what he was used to.

"You know, it is nice." He told you honestly. "Now, help me pick out what to wear. I promise not to tease you too badly. I really do need a woman's opinion. Especially a young wife's."

"I'm not a wife yet and you know it!" You laughed as you covered your hot cheeks.

Sangwoo smiled to himself. He couldn't help but be in a good mood. He was going to kill Ji Eun today and the elation it gave him couldn't help but be shared. In fact, he was itching to share the details with you. But first, he really did need to get dressed.

"Where should I sit?" You asked as you scanned the room. It was plain, but clean, as you already knew from your cameras.

"On the futon is fine. Or you can come stand with me and help pick out the clothes first and then sit there. Whichever you want to do. Honestly, I think I need your help the whole way." Sangwoo held his hands up innocently.

"Well I think you can do probably your socks and underwear..." You giggled. "Are you supposed to dress really nice? Like a suit kind of?"

"I think so. Probably. I only have like two of those, so I guess you can just sit down and I'll try on both."