ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤~ 【Oh Sangwoo x Male! Reader】

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟞

Second P.O.V.

"Y/N!!!"

"Mister OH, please sit down and refrain from yelling in the courtroom!" The judge yelled, shushing the erratic male.

Sangwoo sat down. His hair a mess and his expression beyond shocked. As if he expected you to not come even though this is your trial.
His skin looked pale and ridden with wrinkles that told you he's been non stop worrying and not sleeping since the day he was apprehended.

But to him, his eyes shined, sick to the brim with this sort of desire to jump out of this sear right on you. Pounce in your like a animal on the hunt.
His hands shook erratically as his eyes scanned your features. Your warm colored skin with the scars that he gave you, the marks his eyes could never stop admiring. He had million thoughts and worries in his mind since he hadn't been able to speak to you up until now.

He yearned for you.

He hated being without you.

Without you he kept wondering what the others might do. Who would litter you with their disgusting scars that would only ruin his masterpiece.
His lips craved that closeness and his arms wanted to embrace you more closer than ever, almost crushing you with the sheer strength of yearn he felt.

He's for certain now.

Not his mother, not Bumi, not his father, not any of the women he took to his house only to slaughter them a second later...

You.

You're the only one for him.
His unhealthy obsession.
His reason to live.
His hope.

You glared at him from the doorframe, not sharing as much passion towards his person.
Rather than passion, you felt fury. Hatred. Your soul, body and mind tarnished, ruined.
As if part of the lost generation, you'll never be able to overcome your trauma and return to normal life. As if a needle in a haystack, you'll never fit, no matter how long you'll stay in it.

But now, at least it'll be your chance to not be in his headlocks anymore.

It'll be your chance to be free.

Your steps echoed through the room as the tension rises again, making your wait towards the judge.

"You're a lucky guy, Mister L/n. You came near the wrap. The schedule is way too packed for this area of Korea, so you will be shown a recording of the meeting afterward and no, this couldn't be rescheduled, we're thinking of alternatives here for you." They spoke in a more laid back manner, making a little relived that you don't have to spend such long time in one room with Sangwoo again.

As you made your final step towards where the judge sat, you reached out your hand with the documented records of your mental diagnosis.
They took it, fixing their glasses as they read over each entry carefully.

Meanwhile you felt as is the goddess of sun herself might be melting you in the spot but no, it's the stares. Oh's unwavering demented stare of pure obsession, Bum's stare of murderous intent as it the tek switched personalities.

But the goddess might actually be in your heels no matter the stares.
A ray of light bursting through the tinted windows, shedding colorful specks of light onto your s/c colored smooth skin, as if telling the world to look at you, to look at your victory stance as the judge nods along reading the document.

They put their glasses down, placing the documents in front of them as they grabbed a hold of their tiny hammer.
They motioned for the jury to stand up, and they did. Afterwards stood up the witnesses, Bum and Samgwoo with shaky hands and shifty eyes.