Another Chance (Yoonbum x Reader)

Chapter 1~

He's following me.

It was a couple of blocks back, I passed the quaint house that seemed to be placed in the middle of nowhere.

I had seen it on the news. The serial killer who had hidden his mother's body in the wall, found after the place had been nearly burnt to the ground. Angry rioters surrounded the hospital he was recovering in, upset that their family members weren't getting the treatment they deserved.

Being a couple of blocks away from the now somewhat famous house, I couldn't help but be curious.

Yellow police tape, the smell of rotting wood, there was no mistaking it. I stood in front of the house, taking in all its glory.

I was only a few neighborhoods away from a killer, a kidnapper. I can't believe I might've been able to save some of the victims held captive in the disgusting house. If only I had turned down my music while taking my daily runs. Would I have been able to hear them? Their screams for help?

I shut my eyes tight, clenching my teeth at the same time. My hands tightened into fists, nails digging into my pale flesh, drawing the tiniest amount of blood. No one was around and yet I was still scared of losing my composure, tears beginning to prick in the corners of my eyes. I couldn't stay here any longer, I needed to get out of here.

With a turn of my heel, I was walking away from the house, away from my regrets that seemed to linger throughout the air.

"Sangwoo?" A quiet voice seemed to flow through the air, into my ears. I continued walking even as the figure continued to speak. Every plea seemed louder and filled with more pain than the last.

I couldn't help but feel guilty but whatever this person seemed to be going through was none of my business.

So I continued to walk, rounding the corner, hoping to get home as fast as humanly possible. The sound of footsteps became louder, the figure still repeating that one word.

Sangwoo.

I broke out into a cold sweat, increasing my pace. Who would be stupid enough to shout that man's name? Teenagers these days don't understand the disrespect their pranks can cause. I guess the serial killer was more popular than I first thought.

I got to the crosswalk, catching the figure in the corner of my eye. I quickly went to cross the street, eyes widening with fear.

He's following me.

"Who is she? Who is that girl you're with"? For the first time since I heard the man's voice, I stopped. Turning around to take in the male following a ways behind me. I was ready to set the prankster straight, anger filling my entire expression.

His hand was outstretched as if he was trying to reach for me. He had onyx black hair, cut short enough his bangs hung just above his eyelids, thin black eyebrows, steel-grey eyes with heavy dark under bags hanging underneath them, tears streaming furiously down his face. He wore a hoodie, black at the base but the hood faded into a light grey. Even from a distance, I could see the man had some sort of dirt or dust littered all over the jacket, some even smudged onto his face.

My face drooped, filling with sadness and a hint of confusion. What was this man doing chasing me? I stuttered a sentence as the man tripped, continuing to chase after me.

My eyes flickered to the crosswalk sign, the once green walk signal turning into a harsh red. With a gasp, I twisted my head back, looking over to the man who still idled in the crosswalk.

A car approached, seeming to go faster than the speed limit intended. The man started to slow down, exhausted from having chased after me. I shouted to him trying to gain his attention, trying to get him to move out of the crosswalk. But he stayed, not seeming to hear my desperate pleas.