Stalking You Softly

Chapter One

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Ship: Sangwoo/Yoonbum

Warning: Age-Gap

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    Stalking You Softly

    Chapter One

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Perfection. Yoon Bum was perfection. Skin as pale and soft as snow, inky black hair cascading down her sharp shoulders. She was petite in every way, small and short and sweet. She was slim as a model- maybe even a bit on the unhealthy side, but she was still gorgeous. She was just like a sweet china doll, pretty and thin yet oh so breakable. Big, beautiful doe eyes the colour of a shiny stone on a riverbank, framed by fluttery naturally long lashes, flitted around the crowded train, glancing at the electric sign showing the next stop. Her fingers twitched, showing her anxious impatience. She wanted to be off this dirty cramped train as soon as possible.

Oh Sangwoo was in love with her. She and Bum were quite different, from their bodies to the way they dress to their personality. Yet despite that, Sangwoo adored her. She cherished her. She worshipped her. She was absolutely crazy for her. More crazy than usual, anyway. 

Sangwoo sat across from Bum in the subway, eyes trained on her. Bum bit her lip between her teeth, and Sangwoo desperately wish she was the one biting her lip. She fantasized her and Bum, locked in a searing kiss, pants filling the dimly lit room, hands groping at her under her baggy clothes, her moaning out "Sangwoo, I love y–" A large beep cut off Sangwoo's steamy fantasy as the train doors slid open and an electronic voice announced they had reached the next stop. 

Bum scrambled up from her seat and rushed out of the train, happy to be free of the stuffy public transport. Sangwoo followed her, staying close enough to see Bum clearly but far enough for Bum not to notice her breathing down on her neck.

Bum stopped mid-stride, and spun around, eyes wide in shock. "Crap..." she muttered in her breath. "I forgot my bag!" She started to run back to the train, trying to make it before the doors closed, but the doors slammed shut just as she reached the threshold. Bum stiffened, then sighed, shoulders slumping sadly in defeat. She dragged a hand over her sweaty face. "Shit... that had my wallet and phone in there..." Before her eyes filled with tears, she felt a finger tap her shoulder. Bum whirled around so fast she nearly got whiplash, straining her neck to see who had touched her.

Standing before Bum was another woman- young, perhaps college aged?, with light brown dyed hair and hourglass type curves that most women would kill for. She was probably wealthy, or at least better off than Bum, judging by her designer clothes and shiny sky high heels. She held out a bag- Bum's bag- in a manicured hand and flashed a blinding smile at Bum.

"Hello! I believe this is your bag, right?" Sangwoo said in an airy tone. This was her chance to finally speak with Bum, to interact with her. Her smile only widened when Bum nodded frantically. 

"Y-Yes! Yes, that's my bag." Bum stuttered out. She was too distracted by her worn out bag to notice that Sangwoo's sweet smile had turned into something far more toothy and predatory, or that her eyes glimmered with excitement and even a hint of lust.