killing stalking one shots or smth lol

ice skating.

sangwoo had an idea. one that would totally humiliate his 'partner'
he was going to take him ice skating.
sangwoo knew the others legs and ankles
hadn't fully healed, and he had never been, but he wanted to hear those soft whines of pain and embarrassment.
he went into the basement, and saw yoonbum tracing the cracks on the walls and floor near him.
'we're going out' sangwoo told the other, taking him upstairs and get ready and clean up.
yoonbum did so willingly. it hurt to walk but the thought of leaving the house excited him greatly, so despite the agony it caused him to move too quickly, he still did so.
they got into sangwoos car, and he drove, ensuring he went really fast and then slow to make yoonbum feel travel sick.
oh how he loved to see this innocent looking
boy suffer.
yoonbum was not innocent.
they were on the road for at least an hour before yoonbum had to tell the river to stop the car because he was going to be sick, he stumbled to some nearby bushes and threw up. disgusting? yes. but that was better than getting beaten by sangwoo for being sick on his car all over his belongings.
yoonbum got back into the car carefully, slamming the door shut and staring at the floor.
'please stop driving so weirdly..' he whispered.
'fucking baby. you really are no fun yoonbum' he said before he started the car again.
they arrived at the ice rink, and yoonbum stared for a moment.
'you know i can't...my-my legs..' he whispered.
'if you can walk, you can skate. so get up' sangwoo seethed harshly, grabbing the smallest hand and taking him in.
they put on the skates, and sangwoo pretty much dragged the latter onto the ice.
'no stop it hurts..' yoonbum whispered to the other, tears streaming down his pale face.
'you, Yoonbum, are an ungrateful little pig aren't you? i take you out and you cry like a fucking baby' sangwoo snapped before pushing him over.
he stormed off to the bathrooms.
yoonbum carefully got up, and sat down away from prying eyes. he put his head in his hands and cried softly to himself.
'why can't we have one nice moment together..? a moment where he isn't out it hurt me or embarrass me..?' he eventually asked himself.
'say that again.' sangwoo demanded.
he had been stood there for at least two minutes.
fuck.