killing stalking one shots or smth lol

flashback

'wash up when you've put that stuff away' sangwoo muttered before he went to their room, slamming the door shut behind him. bum sighed. he had been running around sangwoo all day. cleaning
up, tidying, polishing, scrubbing floors, washing dishes and clothes. and he still had more to do?! he felt as if he was going to collapse due to sheer exhaustion at any moment.
somehow by a miracle, he made it downstairs to do the final load of washing up. he just finished washing up the last cup, when he accidentally pushed a bowl off of the counter, smashing it into a million pieces.
the sound of the pottery clashing with the floor made him stop everything he was doing. he began to lose himself rapidly.
no...this can't happen...not now he's literally just upstairs!
bum felt like he couldn't breathe, like any oxygen he was taking in just wouldn't actually fill his lungs: it felt like there were holes in them that the air was escaping from. and with one swift movement, he collapsed onto the floor.

sangwoo heard the crashing from downstairs, and assumed the worst- yoonbum was trying to escape. sangwoo bolted down the stairs with a crowbar in his hands just in case bum had acquired a weapon to potentially fight back with. though this would've been unlikely, there could still have been a chance.
'bum what the fuck are you-?!' sangwoo paused, seeing bum on the floor as his blood pooled onto the floor, the crimson red standing out against yoonbums extremely white skin. his eyes were glossed over and his breathing was uneven.
'bum..?' sangwoo asked, bending down to his level and grabbing his bony hands, interlacing their fingers. it was then he realised that he was in a flashback.

bum was back at his grandma and uncles house..the smashing of plates and glasses when his uncle was in a drunken rage...moments before he would do unspeakable things to yoonbum for his whole life.
he felt a pair of warm hands on his shoulders, and the feeling gently coaxed him back into reality.
'i want him to die.' bum whispered when he was able to speak and had fixed his breathing back into a normal pattern.

'you what?' sangwoo asked, shocked. yoonbum had never been violent.
'i want them to fucking die. i want those bastards to die in the slowest and most painful ways possible! o want them to fucking die and rot in the pits of hell!"
sangwoo pulled bum close to his chest. the bleeding had stopped, and they were both sat in a relatively small puddle of yoonbums deep red blood.
'it's okay bum. they can't hurt you. you're with me now.:only i can leave these pretty marks on your skin.' he whispered, running a hand though the others raven hair.
'o-only you..?'
'only me.'