You watched him intently, tracking the amount of times his lips curled up in what you would call a smile as he spoke to his friends. What was so interesting about them? You’re sure you’ve had much more engaging conversations with him and made him much happier than they ever could. Why was he over there?!

His eyes had glanced away from his friends, making eye contact with your intense gaze before you quickly looked away, searching through your locker to look busy and not totally crazy.

Because you weren’t crazy. Not at all.

Definitely not for Jisung Han, probably the cutest guy in school. Popular, killer body, and with even deadlier looks, he was just perfect. Super sweet too. Maybe too sweet. He could stand to be a little meaner, that way less people would talk to him. That way he’d be yours.

But you weren’t crazy.

Jisung had walked you home, which meant he was totally crushing on you too. Sure, you had asked him to walk you, but he didn’t have to say yes. You were particularly chatty, unable to stop running your mouth whenever you were around him. He wasn’t bothered though, which you appreciated.

Jisung really was the sweetest.

You wish you didn’t have to scare him like this.

Jisung barely walked to your door before he felt a pinch in his neck, turning to you with an accusing voice as his vision blurred. Before everything going black, he saw you holding a syringe, assuming that was what he felt. He just wondered what you injected him with as he fell to the ground.

He was heavy. All that muscle making it hard for you to drag him down to your basement. You could barely contain your excitement as you tied Jisung up, feeling his biceps and broad shoulders, cooing at his peaceful expression while he was unconscious.

You couldn’t wait till he woke up, he’d be all yours now. You’d made sure of that. Too much blood has been spilled for him not to fall in love with you.

Jisung’s doe eyes slowly fluttered open, disoriented and limp.