Together in Insanity (Yandere!Sangwoo x Reader)

Chapter 3

Why did I do this? Why did I allow this to happen? What was I thinking?

Thoughts progressed lazily through your head as you studied the empty space in the bed beside you.

It's still warm. If I hurry I can still fix this.

No, you responded for yourself, there's... just something... so familiar about him. I can't shake the feeling. It's driving me crazy. Well, crazier.

You groaned and rolled over onto your knees so it was as if you were straddling his form in the empty sheets. Grabbing his pillow you brought it to your face. His scent was still embedded into the fibers.

Even his scent seems hauntingly familiar. What is this? Where do I know him from? Ugh, why can't I remember?

Whatever it was or whoever he was you had to know. There was no reason for it and you weren't normally this way. Yet you let him go. That was a first. You never let anyone go.

Thud.

You sighed. And they had been doing so well. After all, they didn't make a peep for the entire time Sangwoo was in your home. Which was a long time. The two rounds in the kitchen was only the start. You then rode him on the couch and he took you against the wall in the hallway before you both passed out on the bed.

Your insides felt so sore and your legs felt like jelly. It was a good feeling though but not as good as something else. Of course, nothing could even compare to that. It was pure heaven. The feeling it gave you... nothing could rival it. It was beyond words. Your every thought, breath revolved around it, yet you managed to keep it within reason. Reason to you, others may disagree.

Thud, thud. Thud. Bang.

Sighing again, you got out of bed. Noisy ones, aren't they?

In moments you were dressed in a shirt and pants and were walking towards the laundry room. You reached up and pulled down the trapdoor that brought down stairs into the attic. Slowly, you climbed the creaky wooden steps into the dark and musty room. The floor was relatively clean but everything else was covered in dust.

You made your way to the far wall, not even turning on the light. There was enough light coming up the stairs from the laundry room and you knew this path so very well. After all, you had been walking up here since... well, forever.

At the end, you turn to the right and push a couple stacks of boxes out of the way to reveal a three foot door. You unlock the new lock that was bright and shiny in comparison to the dull and worn door. A long time ago it was white, now it was a dirty beige.

Pushing open the door, something, or rather someone, fought against you. You growled softly, irritated that they would even try to attempt at keeping you out. Your shoulder rammed into the door pushing it open and shoving whatever was blocking you out of the way. A whimper of pain and fear sounded from the other side and you crawled inside.

You closed the door and looked down at what had been blocking the door. A man, if you could call him that he was barely more than a boy, was tied to a chair that had fallen over. That would likely be the source of the noise.

There was also a girl, about the same age as the boy, who was bound by her ankles and wrists. She was sobbing and her back was to her brother. It was obvious she hand been trying to untie the knots that kept him to the chair and she knew she'd been caught. Punishment was a must.

Her naked body was heaving with the force of her sobs. You sighed and closed the door, standing up hunched over a little. "Stop crying. It's absolutely pathetic."