Wonyoung stared at her phone, watching as the object of her obsession moved around their house. Playing with their puppy, cooking dinner for themselves.

Just as they always did.

Wonyoung watched them everyday. For about 6 months now. When Wonyoung saw them for the first time— she was at a subway. She was waiting for her cart to show up so she could go home, but she saw them approach the same spot as her, standing close enough that their shoulders were touching. At first, she was irritated.

what a nuisance. fucking asshole. Wonyoung thought, pursing her lip and glaring at them angrily. They didn’t look up from their phone, scrolling through their social media. Wonyoung spoke up, her voice soft— but clear undertones of annoyance.

“Can you move? Do you have any common decency? At all?” Wonyoung bit, turning to face them fully. They took out one of their earphones, their face flushing red. “I—im so sorry!” they quickly apologized, bowing in apology. They raised a hand before scooting over, their face red with embarrassment.

Right after hearing their apology, Wonyoung couldn’t help but feel an attraction to them. Yes, of course, they were doing the bare minimum by apologizing. But Wonyoung couldn’t help but think they were cute. Like a puppy, the way they were so quick to apologize, the embarrassment on their face. They seemed.. easy to tame. Easy for Wonyoung to claim. Wonyoung wanted them. And Wonyoung always got what she wanted.

So, she stuck an air tag in their bag while they weren’t looking. She tracked the device for a while, about two weeks. However, it’d only taken her 30 minutes to find almost everything she could about them. Where they lived, their interests, their socials. Everything. Wonyoung was just too good.

After stalking them for about 6 months— she decided she’d actually make a move. So, that’s where she was now. She stood outside their house, staring at her phone. Waiting. Waiting for them to leave. And just as she saw them approach their door from inside the house, she walked up to the door, hiding just behind it. In her hand— she held a cloth with liquid drugs sprayed on.

Right as they walked out, their gaze fixed on their phone, as usual— Wonyoung clasped her hand over their mouth with the cloth. They gasped and squirmed under Wonyoung’s hand— their movements growing weaker as they began to pass out. Their body fell limp and Wonyoung lifted them up into her arms, her hand resting comfortably below their knees.

She began to walk up to her car, opening her trunk with the click of a button and taping their hands together— followed by taping their mouth. She slammed the trunk shut, walking around the car and getting into the drivers seat.

**

They woke up in a cold, dark room. Their feet were tied to the legs of a chair— their hands tied to the arms. Their mouth was taped shut, panic rising within them. They whimpered, shaking their hands vigorously— attempting to get out of the ties. Nothing worked. Tears began to stream down their face.

The creak of a door was heard as Wonyoung stood in the door frame, staring down at them. Slowly, she walked down the stairs, something shining in her hand. A blade. She walked up to the chair that they were tied to, standing in front of them and watching as the tears streamed down their face. She lifted the blade up to their cheek and quickly slid it across their skin, blood drawing from their flesh. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your whining.” She bit, snarling angrily at them.

“I go through all this effort to get you here and you cry? Like a baby? Grow a pair. Don’t ever do that to a girl who obviously loves you.” She presses her finger against the blood that drips down their cheek, looking at the blood drawing along her fingerprints. She lifts her finger up to her lips, licking the red liquid.

“You taste good. *Very* good.”