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

A Fucking Psycho // Husband-To-Be

"My mom," is all he says, after a deep sigh.

Y/n's face twists with more concern. Are you grieving... or is it something more? Did she hurt you? How did she die? Were you- are you afraid of her? A billion questions swarm in her brain. But, she doesn't ask any of them. Instead, she wraps her arms firmly around him and holds him tight to her. Gently, she presses her lips to his forehead. For a moment they simply stay there.

"She was a fucking psycho." He laughs dryly, "Sometimes she was even scarier than my dad. Luckily," he sighs. "That only started after I scared you away."

She coaxes her fingers through his slightly damp hair. "To me, that's not lucky at all. It only means that I wasn't able to help you when you needed it. Maybe, maybe if I had been there, you would've never... never mind."

"Y/n," Sangwoo settles his head in the crook of her neck. Holding both of Y/n's arms in place, he starts his trail of marks. He rubs her skin between his teeth and the initial pain causes Y/n to jump slightly. "I kill people because I like to. It doesn't have anything to do with those good-for-nothing parents." His tongue flicks over the spot to find it already warm, a redder shade, and throbbing. "Don't get it twisted."

Y/n's fingers curl as she tolerates the pain, a light gasp escaping from her lips. "Sangwoo... you know, if you really want to marry me and really really be JoJo's father... the killing has to stop." She kisses the side of his neck lightly, briefly basking in the area's warmth. "Please."

"I don't want to stop." Sangwoo answers simply. "You enjoyed it last time too, didn't you? Just think of it as a guilty pleasure. Don't worry about it so much and just let me handle it." Sangwoo's lips find Y/n's quickly, his mouth taking over her's fast in order to eat the 'no' he knows is coming his way.

To his dismay but not surprise, Y/n breaks the kiss off quick. "I can't give you much of a choice. You know that. Just look at what happened today. Next time we might not be so lucky." Y/n sighs. "What will make it easier for you to stop?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. Behind his dull expression and sprung dick, irritation begins to bubble in his chest.

"Well put some thought into it. I don't want to have to go here, but it's me and JoJo or killing. You know that I can't raise him in that kind of environment." Her gut wrenches as she says it, but she hides all her fears and worry from her face, minimizing it to the smallest of wavers in her voice. No matter what horrors Sangwoo commits, she doesn't want to lose him. She already did that once, she can't stand the idea of it happening again.

Sangwoo doesn't say anything. He merely drops his head back and sighs. Nerves begin to wear at Y/n sprouting up from the depths of her stomach and twisting around her heart and throat, strangling her.

"Don't you want to choose us...?" She manages to choke out. Fear claws at her face, getting in her head, clouding her vision, and disarraying her thoughts. Her heart struggles in her chest, fighting and pounding fiercely as her breaths grow shallow and fingers grow numb.

"Once a year."

"What?" His words break her spell and wake her like a splash of cold water. Patiently waiting for his next words, she studies his handsome features.

"Kill with me once a year, like last time, and that will be it." He sets his forehead against hers and stares into her eyes, waiting for her reply to his compromise. "It'll be like a tradition for our anniversary or something."

Y/n bites her lip slightly. Hesitance runs through her, but she tilts her head up and lightly presses her lips against his. Immediately, Sangwoo seizes her head, drawing her deeper into the kiss with a hard jerk. A soft yelp escapes from her in response, causing Sangwoo to smirk lightly and for Y/n to feel more than a few twinges of embarrassment.

Without disconnecting their hungry lips, Sangwoo climbs on top of Y/n's pure and beautifully hesitant figure. His warmth wraps around her and she finally puts her arms around his neck. The man pauses, pulling away to look in her eyes. He smirks lightly, knowing exactly what effect he has on her. "So, my wife, what do you say?"

She presses the smallest of kisses against his soft lips.

"Okay."

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Y/n stares glumly at her morning tea. Sunlight is shining through the blinds, a pan is sizzling and the smell of bacon fills the house. She never got to finish the conversation about Sangwoo's mother. Instead of talking more last night, the pair just fell asleep in each other's arms. Heat spreads as she ponders back to the feeling of his bare skin against hers. He was insistent on stripping both of them. Y/n had only managed to hold on to her bra and panties, much to Sangwoo's distaste.

"Sangwooo," Y/n whines. "Is it ready yet?"

The man looks back at her with one of his normal dead expressions. "Do you really want me to repeat the same answer for the fifth time?"

Y/n's laughter fills the air like a refreshing breeze. "Yes."

"No."

Y/n continues to giggle lightly as she stretches her arms across the table. "You know I wouldn't be this annoying if I was allowed to do my work."

"You are allowed to," Sangwoo retorts with his back turned. "After breakfast."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." A smile glows on her features as she rests her head on the table. "I should've gone for watching cartoons with JoJo," she mumbles.

"What was that I heard?" Sangwoo questions in a serious tone, extracting yet another laugh from Y/n.

"I said 'I love my caring husband-to-be more than anything in the world'."

"That better be what you said," he jokes as he places a plate with a bright yellow omelette. sizzling bacon, and seasoned breakfast potatoes down in from of her. A big smile spreads on her face at the side of the beautiful food. "Now eat up."