Sangwoo x Yoonbum: If Things Were Different

Cigarettes

"Man, you weren't kidding." Sangwoo said once the towel was back around his waist and Yoonbum was on his feet. "What kind of kinky shit are you into?"

Yoonbum awkwardly sat down in one of the chairs at the table, unsure of how to respond. "I don't think I'm really... into anything... like that." He bagan finish unwrapping the bandage that was mostly undone from earlier. He could feel Sangwoo's eyes on his arm as he did so.

Sangwoo walked around and moved the chair next to Yoonbum so he could sit facing him. He then extended his leg and used his foot to turn a leg of Yoonbum's chair. Yoonbum was startled, but only looked at Sangwoo in response.

Sangwoo's gaze was unwavering, seeming to search for the jagged puzzle pieces that made up Yoonbum's life. Lookin away, Yoonbum began to apply new bandaging where it was needed on his arm.

"Why are you bandaging that up? It's mostly healed; the most you'd need is a bandaid." Sangwoo asked, grabbing the box of bandaids out of the first aid kit.

"Well, yes, but..." Yoonbum's voice trailed off. His wrapping movements slowed as he tried to figure out how to proceed. "I like- uh... I would rather keep my arms bandaged up like this. But if you don't want me using that much of your supplies, I'm sure I got some at home." Yoonbum's speech speed up as he suddenly became even more anxious than he already was before.

"Whatever. Knock yourself out." Sangwoo brought a cigarette from the pack on the table to his mouth and lit it. He turned his attention back to Yoonbum. "You smoke?"

"No." Yoonbum responded, not averting his eyes from finishing wrapping his left arm.

"I suppose it would be weird if you were putting out cigarettes on yourself." Sangwoo closed the pack and set it back on the table. "But it's just plain fucked if someone else is doing it."

Yoonbum froze. He had to close his eyes and take a few breaths before resuming his movement. The smell of cigarette smoke began filling the room. He finished wrapping his left arm and then began unwrapping his right.

"Who is it?" Sangwoo asked.

"Huh?"

"Who is using you like their personal fucking ashtray?"

Yoonbum nervously looked at Sangwoo. So many intense emotions were at play when he was with Sangwoo. He was scared to talk about this sort of thing, he's never talked to anyone about it before. On the other hand, hearing his voice and seeing his bare chest in front of him was tantalizing. It's why he was trying to focus all his attention on his bandages. He didn't want to embarrass himself anymore than he already did.

"Uhm... it's- he doesn't really do it much anymore, so it's not a big deal." Yoonbum tried to play it off as he struggled to wrap bandage around his arm. This was always the hardest as he had to use his non-dominant left arm.

"He? I don't suppose you mean a boyfriend. Otherwise you wouldn't be here with me." Sangwoo took another drag of his cigarette. "And your parents are dead..." Sangwoo paused and looked intentionally at Yoonbum. He was visibly uncomfortable, fidgeting with the bandage material.

Why won't he just let it go? I suppose that's hard to do when I look like this... anyone would be curious. I was hoping my time with Sangwoo would be longer than this, though, and he's not gonna want me here anymore if...

"Fucking idiot, give me that." Sangwoo's time suddenly changed and forced Yoonbum from his thoughts as his wrist was jerked away from his body.

Yoonbum watched the handsome man in awe as he carefully covered his arm with the bandage wrap.

"T-thank you." Yoonbum blushed. Sangwoo's hand was warm on his own, and he relished at the touch.

"Whatever. You were going to fuck it up if I didn't do it, and I can't have it falling off in my food."

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After putting away the medical supplies and retrieving his shirt from the floor, Yoonbum began preparing breakfast. Sangwoo left the kitchen and returned dressed and ready for the day.

"You're a business major, right?" Yoonbum asked while frying eggs in a pan. Sangwoo has sat himself at the table once more and was scrolling through something on his phone.

"Oh, so you're not complete shit at stalking." Sangwoo teased.

"Well, I mean, that wasn't really that hard... eeeh." Yoonbum trailed off as he realized he was about to casually expand on how much he stalked Sangwoo over the past few months. "I just overheard you talking to classmates is all."

"Are you even enrolled at the college?" Sangwoo turned in his seat so he could look at Yoonbum.

"I was... but then I missed too many classes."

"Yeah, you kind of have to show up sometimes. It's a real bitch."

Yoonbum smiled as he plated eggs and toast and brought them to the table. "Breakfast!" He quietly exclaimed before sitting down at the table, across from Sangwoo.

"You got a phone?" Sangwoo asked before beginning to shovel egg into his mouth.

"Phone?" Yoonbum asked out of surprise. Deadpan eyes looked back at him. "Uh- sort of. I mean, yes, but it doesn't have a plan so I just use one of those messaging apps over WiFi."

"Hmm."  Sangwoo finished the bite of food he had in his mouth before a smirk grew on his face. "Do you want my number?"

Yoonbum had to place his hand over his mouth to keep his food from escaping. Pink flooded his face.

"I'll take that as a yes."

The pair exchanged numbers and cleaned up the breakfast mess.

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"I would let you stay, but you're kind of a freak." Sangwoo said as they stood at the front door.

Yoonbum nervously picked at his fingernails. "I'm s- uhm... yeah. T-that's fair." He brought a hand to the back of his neck.

"No breaking in while I'm out either. I'll hit you harder with the bat next time." Sangwoo lectured as if Yoonbum was his child.

"But what if you don't catch me?" Yoonbum joked.

Sangwoo's eyes narrowed. "Maybe, next time I see you, I'll hit you with the bat regardless."