Those Eyes of His sangwoo x reader

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

my eyes remained glued to the floor as bum sat next to me, wrapping all of my wounds. neither of us said a single work to each other. the last noise that had been made was the sound of sangwoo's footsteps making their way upstairs. must've been fifteen minutes ago now.. or three minutes. i can no longer tell how much time has passed. i anxiously looked up at bum as he gently wrapped my thigh. a hiss seeped through my teeth while i sat there grimacing as he tightened the bandages, burning my cut.

"i'm sorry.." he mumbled. the moment i opened my mouth to respond, a dam of tears i hadn't realized i was holding in exploded from my eyes. he flinched at the sight as i placed my head in my hands and bawled like a child who dropped their ice cream. he awkwardly placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a tense hug. it helped ease my mind a bit, but i still wasn't feeling good. not one bit. everything had my mind on edge. even the thought of leaving and heading back home had me anxious.

the one person i confided in was the one person that captured me. bullshit. i choked on my own sobs into yoonbum's chest since i figured crying was the only way to express what i'm feeling. he only tensed up more before finally relaxing as he stiffly rubbed my back. i pulled away and wiped the tears from my face as i heard the trapdoor slam open. footsteps stomped down the steps causing yoonbum to start wrapping my leg once again as i desperately cleaned up my face. but of course, nothing went unnoticed.

he glanced over at me and stared into my puffy, red eyes. a large smile plastered onto his face as he realized the state i was in. i subconsciously broke eye contact to look down at the floor with a frown.

"bum. upstairs." sangwoo barked. bum immediately did as told and slowly lifted himself up on his crutches before sluggishly making his way towards the stairs. his eyes never left sangwoo as his face changed from bland to lustful. does he like.. what the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK?! THAT MUST BE A SEVERE CASE OF STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!! confused, i began to question the relationship between sangwoo and his "cousin". once yoonbum had fully left, sangwoo immediately started to strip.

my heart rate quickly increased as he made his way to the other side of the room once more.

  "n-not the knife! please!" i pleaded, but he simply chuckled.

"i used it just this morning. of course i won't use it again. i just wanted to relieve myself of my clothes.." he explained as if i were insane for thinking he'd slice me up. once he was in his boxers, he stopped undressing and instead bent over to pick something up. when he slightly turned to stare at me, i caught a glimpse of a thick rope which alarmed me that i should do something, now. i struggled to stand, but that clearly wasn't going to work, so i got on all fours and sluggishly but desperately made my way towards the stairs. a hand entangled itself in my hair and yanked me up to my feet causing me to shout in misery.

  "you're cute, (y/n). you've gotta stop it.. i won't be able to resist." sangwoo purred into my ear. the sickening sound of his voice was enough to make my stomach churn. he dragged me backwards before dropping me. at first, i stood tall, but immediately a shout of agony erupted from me. the pressure on my leg wounds were intense. i fell over just a second after he had let go of me and before i could curl myself up into a comfortable fetal position, he yanked at my arms and tied me up so that i was bound once more. my hands instinctively yanked at the rope for a few seconds. after a moment of frustration, they plopped onto my thighs as i frowned. back at square one. lovely. i continued to wiggle around, praying the ropes were tied sloppily. all it did was burn through my flesh, causing me to whine and hiss in pain.

"if you were to escape now, would you run back to daddy?" he asked with a mischievous laugh as he kneeled in front of me. i winced at the mention of my dad and sighed, slumping over in submission. someone's gonna find me. someone has to find me. his friends know i went with him, right? someone has to find me.

"what exactly do you plan on doing to me?" i questioned, although it was hard to understand. my voice was hoarse and cracked anytime i was just a bit too loud. sangwoo, however, smiled at that as his eyes bore into mine. his gaze trailed down my vulnerable body before rising back up to my eyes. with an unreadable emotion, he stared on for a moment more.

"you'll be happy to hear we're going out later..." he murmured while revealing a bottle of water i hadn't noticed before. he gently opened it and placed it to my lips, slowly tilting the bottle upwards. hesitantly, i drank the water until he took it away and drank for himself.

"a club sounds like fun, no?"

NoW iM fEeLiN sO fLy LiKe A g6

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thanks for reading u.u sorry for the somewhat shorter chapter