(I DONT CONDONE SANGWOOS ACTIONS)

After a year and a half of being treated at a psych hospital to get support for your mental health and psychosis episodes you were moved into your fathers home. Things were going well...until a few months ago...

One day your next door neighbor, Oh Sangwoo, had been doing yard work. You remember seeing how handsome he was. The way his broad shoulders and strong arms moved, how his tshirt hugged his toned body, it was almost too much.

Things started out with simple glances at him as you passed by, then it turned into finding reasons to be outside if you noticed him outside, and then it became you memorizing what times he left the house and came back everyday. Eventually you knew his schedule, where he shopped, where he worked, etc.

After another few months you were back to the old you, the you that was put into a Psych hospital for a reason.

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Tonight was the night you decided to break into Sangwoos house. Like every Saturday he had left to have drinks with his buddies. Once you managed to break in you carefully combed through each room, smelling and touching everything you could.

It was a normal house until you made the mistake of going into the basement. Down there you found cuffs attached to chains that linked onto metal bars. The cement floor was covered in bloodstains and the room smelled musty. Your delusional self tried to find a reason for this beside the obvious, but you were unable to when you noticed a large duffle bag in the corner of the room. It was lumpy and a few strands of hair stuck out of it. Its obvious a corpse was inside.

You were so caught up in this horrific discovery that you didn't notice Sangwoo had come home early.

"What's the neighbors kid doing in my house?" He grins maliciously at you before snatching your hair and throwing you hard to the ground.

"Well, arent you going to tell me why youre in my fucking house?" Sangwoo asks mockingly, as he kicks you in the stomach.