I Love You, Always ((Sangwoo x Reader FanFic))

Making The Girl Out To Be // A Forgotten And Crumpled Doll

Y/n steps into Sangwoo's home. Good thing the pin on the door hasn't changed. "Babe?" Y/n shouts into the house. She takes off her high heels and coat and leaves them at the front door. She listens closely, but hears no response. Maybe he is not home?

Y/n's footsteps echo through the creaking decrepit house. Her hunched over shadow is haphazardly slapped across the passing surfaces, making the girl out to be a horrid monster. "S- Sangwoo?" Y/n warily calls again.

It is of course at a time like this that Y/n remembers the scary story that Sangwoo had told her about this house when they were younger. It was about how women would become entranced, be led down into this basement, the one right at Y/n's feet, and never be seen again. When the childish story had managed to take a hold of Y/n with the help of a particularly frightening shadow or flickering light or well timed creak, Sangwoo would always be there to take the terrified Y/n in his arms and protect her from the unspeakable horrors.

Alone, Y/n edges through the darkness. "Sangwoo?" She calls out again.

"Why don't you check the basement?"

Y/n shrieks and stumbles backwards. Frantic, her not yet adjusted eyes search the darkness for the source of the raspy whisper. Quickly, her gaze lands on a smirking and ravenous pair of dead looking eyes. "Y- Yoonbum," Y/n stutters. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

Slowly, his hollow cheeks rise and his chapped lips morph into a twisted grin. "Why don't you check the basement?"

Y/n hesitates. She can't trust Yoonbum. At first, she thought of him as harmless, just a small shy misunderstood boy who couldn't hurt a fly. But, she learned her lesson. "Where is Sangwoo," she demands sternly.

"Why don't you..." Yoonbum releases a sick giggle as he taps his jagged and blood caked fingernails against the wall behind him. "Check the basement."

Frustrated, Y/n strides away from the area. She should just go home. Whatever is in that basement, it's something she definitely doesn't want to see. Decisively, Y/n turns away from the little monster and heads to the front door. She doesn't have the time nor patience for this.

"Hey, Y/n..."

Y/n ignores the man's voice as he shuffles behind her, following the fleeing woman through the house.

"Y/n."

She peruses her lips in aggravation and balls her fists at her sides.

"Y/n!" it calls out again.

"Why don't I check in the basement?!" Y/n shouts abrasively, restating the broken record of a man. "What do you want from me? Why can't you simply just let me live my life? I love Sangwoo, he's my boyfriend. Stay out of our way!"

Yoonbum's shoulders quiver in an unstable rising and falling motion. His mouth is wide open, but no noise escapes. His smirking face is tilted toward the floor.

Seeing as the little goblin has nothing else to say, Y/n foolishly turns her back to the beast. She had clearly intended to leave, but Y/n doesn't get far. "Y- Yoonbum..."

"Why don't you check the basement?" Y/n holds her breath. The tip of a sharp kitchen knife presses boldly against Y/n's waist. He wouldn't. He wouldn't... right? Yoonbum presses the knife more firmly against Y/n's side.

"O- Okay. I'll check the basement." Heart racing, Y/n takes hesitant steps back towards the basement, the floorboards creaking as she goes. Each time she takes a step, Yoonbum takes one. In the dark, Y/n can't see where he or the knife is and doesn't want to risk fighting back when she's at a disadvantage. She'll have to catch him off guard.

To Y/n's horror, they reach the basement. Not wanting to get cut by the pressing knife, she quickly opens the basement door. To her surprise, she can see the step ladder leading down. There is a dim light on and a muffled voice can be heard.

"Help! Sangwoo! Help me!" Y/n screams in a rush. She moves quickly and snatches the knife out of Yoonbum's hand. Given no time to celebrate her minor victory, Yoobum shoves the frantic woman backwards.

And she tumbles
                                 down
                                            down
                                                       down
                                                                   the stairs

with the knife in hand.

Y/n's figure, beautiful and adorned with red, lays like a forgotten and crumpled doll at the foot of the stairs. The knife which once submissively remained in her strong grip, now stands valiantly and buried into supple flesh.