#ohsangwoo x reader

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Should I..?

Listen, I’m currently hyper fixated on killing stalking and I feel that there’s a lack of Killing stalking x reader stuff (for good reason ik). 

If anyone wants I’m up for writing some stuff! 

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I absolutely love Kasey's killing stalking works!

Ooooo imagine sangwoo with a gf whos best friends with a guy- like they've been friends since diapers, he's gay, and they spend literally hours just laughing and talking

Hc????

Oh my god, the way I jumped up for this!! I had a little bit too much fun writing this. I don't have much about jealousy, but this... this was another level of fun. it's pretty long, I hope this is somewhat of what you were hoping for and you like it as much as I loved writing it!!

He hates that man. He hates him with a rage he didn’t think he could hate someone with until he saw you laughing with him. Of course he knew about him, you mentioned going out with your friend you’d known since childhood, what you didn’t mention was that said best friend (who Sangwoo didn’t think deserved the title “Best.” After all, what was he the best at? Being annoying?) liked to hook his arm around your shoulder.

The look on your boyfriend’s face is unbeatable. His nostrils are nearly flaring in aggravation as he tightly crosses his arms. Suddenly, handsome Sangwoo doesn’t look so handsome anymore. He looks scary.

But then you meet his eye. You wave at him.

He scoffs.

You fucking wave at him.

He can’t get over it. How you’re laughing, the way you hug this guy so tightly, the way your hand brushes his as you leave and head over to Sangwoo while the other guy heads to his class. You’re stupidly oblivious to how angry he is with you. Instead looking at him with this dumb and cute look on your face as you tilt your head at him that makes his heart thump in his chest.

“He’s gay, babe.” He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he walks in on him with another guy, Sangwoo doesn’t like it. He doesn’t care if this “Gay best friend” isn’t the guy who just doesn’t seem that gay and seems like he’s faking it to lie and get close to you. Sangwoo would catch that— he catches everything. He watches this man close. He watches for any stumble, any trip. He finds nothing. He still doesn’t care. “I’ve known him since we were kids. We were just in diapers when our parents met”

He doesn’t give a fuck. Just stares at you, dead expressionless, eyes cold. He’s closed off to you, arms crossed over his chest while you brush off his worries. You don’t see anything wrong with it. Truth be told, Sangwoo shouldn’t either.

This guy is gay. He is just your friend. He doesn’t do anything weird to you, the worst thing he does is wrap his arm around you, something that still to this day makes Sangwoo grind his teeth; he hates him. He hates him so much, he hates his voice, he hates his face, he hates the way you laugh with him, he hates that you’ve known him longer.

That’s it. Petty jealousy. He hates that you’ve been friends with this other guy since you were kids and you’d only known Sangwoo since the start of your college experience. He hates that this guy makes you laugh so much. He hates that he probably knows things you haven’t told Sangwoo. He hates that he went through things with you before Sangwoo. He hates that he got what Sangwoo wanted— childhood laughter with you, probably bruising and scratching up your knees together, playing in creeks, snow ball fights…

He hated it. He hated him. He was annoyed with you because now that this guy was home for the summer, you were spending time with him. You nearly begged Sangwoo to let him come over for a night, to give him a chance. He hated it, but he agreed. Watched him closely that night, stayed close by you. But you were sweet. You were his little peacekeeper. Every time the new man brought up a memory from your childhood and made you laugh, you’d explain it to Sangwoo so he didn’t feel left out. You stayed as close by him as he stayed to you, reaching for his hand and holding onto it, cuddling into his side while the three of you watched a movie before the other guy left.

Not without a glare from Sangwoo every time he looked at him and the guy wasn’t looking. It was pretty apparent that Sangwoo couldn’t have cared less bout this guy. In fact, your friend didn’t like him any more than Sangwoo liked your friend, but he was trying. After all, he let him in his house, didn’t he? So you praised him for it. Kissed his cheek, thanked him as he watched your childhood friend get in his car and leave before he groped your ass and brought you in for a kiss.

Years could go by, and Sangwoo? Still hates him. He’s possessive over you, this guy is no different; just because this guy doesn’t oogle you like a sex toy, just because he doesn’t act like he wants to fuck you, just because he isn’t into you or women at all, Sangwoo is possessive. He’s protective. He’s convinced you’re his.

You are his.

Hates it every time this guy comes into town and absolutely relishes in the warmth he feels the day that he comes over again, as dreadful as he was accepting it earlier in the day, and he tells you that he’s moving away. You were upset he was moving to Germany, but it was a dream come true to Sangwoo.

And now that the guy is finally gone, even if you still message and call him frequently, there’s nobody for him to hate with such a passion. Until he comes back for holidays and you insist on seeing each other. The dislike your best friend had for Sangwoo grows over time. The two detest each other. They can hardly play nice. Your friend rolls his eyes, Sangwoo glares, you ignore it all. Giving your friend a kick beneath the table and slap Sangwoo’s thigh lightly.

So help you, they can hang on for one day a year. If they both love you, they can bite it back. At least that’s what you guilt trip Sangwoo with. Sighing heavily, he agrees. Tones the glaring down. Ignores the other guys presence. It’s not too hard when you keep close and don’t leave him out, but Sangwoo still hates that you’re so close to someone else let alone another guy.

At the end of the day? Sangwoo knows he has you where he wants you. He knows you wouldn’t move to Germany with your friend. He knows you’d choose him if it came to that. He knows it for sure when you kiss him and thank him with a blowjob on the car ride home after your friends parents Christmas party is finally over.