bum was rambling. he did this sometimes. someone would say something he was interested in, and wound excitedly ramble about it for hours and hours on end. the childish excitement not toning down or fading away one tiny bit.
he was rambling about a series and a book he had read a few years ago, and was excitedly telling sangwoo all about the plot. sangwoos replies sounded more and more bored each time, but bum didn't stop rambling.
sangwoo finally snapped.
'can you please just shut the fuck up already? i really do not care! all you ever do is talk about the same things all the time and it's boring me half time death! i'm sick of it and i'm sick of you! and if i cooks i'd go back in time and never met you watch that show and read that stupid fucking book! i hate it and i hate your non stop waffling about fictional things! the characters aren't real! there's nothing to it! end of!'
yoonbum stared at the carpet as the tears fell down his pale face. this was his coping mechanism for his trauma...why would sangwoo say such horrible things..?
he got up and went upstairs to their bedroom, yoonbum sat on the bed and cried. he felt as if he couldn't breathe. he hated himself enough. he didn't need sangwoo pointing out all of his insecurities too...
it was that moment he vowed to never speak about things that calmed him again. it always goes badly in the end...
the next morning, yoonbum was making breakfast when sangwoo came down. it was unusually silent. more silent than normal.
'you okay?' sangwoo asked. yoonbum nodded, faking happiness.
'y-yep'
they sat at the table, and bum stared at the plate of toast infront of him. 'on second thoughts: i'm not hungry anymore.'
'okayyy..' sangwoo mumbled. standing up from the table. 'i'm going into town. clean up whilst i'm gone'
'okay'
sangwoo got ready and left the house, and bun cried whilst he cleaned.
he doesn't mean to be so hard to handle...
when sangwoo came back, he said he had gotten bum a gift.
he came upstairs to see yoonbum. the house was all tidied and bum was sat on the bed.
'i got you that book you read' sangwoo said, passing it to him.
'aw..i won't read it when you're around don't worry...maybe i'll just have it for show instead' bum replied with feigned joy.
he stood up, and put the book in the chest of drawers. sangwoo was confused.
'bum?-'
'i was thinking about what you said last night. you're right. so from now on..you won't have to hear me ramble again!' he exclaimed, putting on a smile for sangwoo.
who'd wanna listen to yoonbum anyway?
lol same bum <\3
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killing stalking one shots or smth lol
Fanfictioni do not ship them they're abusive and toxic but writing is fun and i like killing stalking:)
