Such a mess. You wiped beads of sticky sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. In your other hand you held two small, white grocery bags with rags now stained pink. Hopefully bleach would be enough, you thought as you descended the attic steps into the laundry room. Dumbing the crimson soaked rags into the washer, you started the load after filling the tray with pure bleach. I barely notice the scent anymore, you noticed as you closed the stairs leading to the attic.
It's dangerous.
~time skip~
You collapsed on your bed showered, dressed, and tired after spending almost all day cleaning up the mess the slobs left behind. Your phone buzzed on the coffee table.
Ugh, the last thing I want to do is talk to more idiots... You read the name on the screen. Oh? It's him. I wonder why... Sitting up you answer your phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, where have you been?" He seemed to be so perfectly demeanored on the surface but part of you could practically feel the anger radiating through the phone.
"Home." you replied back innocently enough while playing with a strand of hair in your free hand.
He chuckled softly on the other side. "I was getting worried. I already called you twice." It seemed to be an innocent enough of a statement but you sensed an underlying tone that kept you wary.
"Sorry, I have been cleaning my house all day and my phone was off. I only just finished moments before you called."
"That's alright. I was just calling to see if you wanted to meet up again tonight? Maybe go get dinner or something?"
You looked at your phone. It's almost ten o'clock already... "Sure. Where shall I meet you?"
"No, let me pick you up. I'll be there in twenty."
You nodded, "Sounds good to me. Bye." He said bye after you before you hung up. Twenty minutes? If I hurry I can do something special for him.
Smirking to yourself, you rose from the couch and made your way to your room to change.
~time skip~
You jumped a little as the doorbell rang. Quickly glancing at the clock, you grab your purse and hurry to the door. He's right on time.~ You smiled to yourself and waited a few seconds before opening the door.
"Hey." He smiled, casually looking you over. "You look nice."
"So do you." You smiled back just as gracefully. And he did look nice, very nice in his turtleneck sportcoat and pants. It was basically the same outfit he was wearing when you met him, but you still couldn't help but be surprised by the sexiness of that body perfectly outlined below it. Your mind started to drift to that morning and you shook those thoughts away. It was imperative that you remained focused.
"Where are we going?" you asked kindly as he opened the passenger door for you. You stepped inside quickly and he shut the door and moved around to the driver's side.
"Dinner." He kept an ambiguous answer in his playful tone.
"Where?"
"You'll see."
You sighed and looked out the window, watching the broken down houses fly by. The scenery soon changed to a landscape of trees and the deep blue ocean. Where is he taking me?
After a while, you saw a large truck full of bright red apples on the side of the road. Sangwoo pulled up behind it and parked. "What are we do-" you started to speak only for him to shut you off as the door swung shut. Rude.
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Together in Insanity (Yandere!Sangwoo x Reader)
FanfictionI have to know who he is or what he is. There's just something so familiar about him I can't stand it. ~*~ Y/n is a serial killer. She hides them behind a hidden door in her attic. Everything was fine in her not-so-perfect world until he showed up...
