Killing Stalking

Episode 3: Possessively jealous

Yoonbum has been walking with the help of the supporting cast for about a week and a half now. The crutches. Sangwoo kept telling him his legs should be healed by now and that he needs to stop being a little b!tch. Sangwoo didn't care if he'd drag around his body like a zombie in heat. Honestly Yoonbum knew Sangwoo was getting sick of it.

The day Sangwoo had brought the crutches he had said it was a gift. Most likely because he broke the sh*t out of his perfectly working ones as soon as he arrived. It was sweet and undeniably psychotic at the same time. He must think this would make things even. He was wrong.

Sangwoo left earlier this morning after waking Yoonbum. He had told Bum to shower and get dress. That if he wasn't things wouldn't be pretty. How the hell was Yoonbum supposed to know what to wear? It's not like he had the forecast at the tip of his fingers. Or fresh air for that matter. Sangwoo wasn't as smart as Bum had thought.

Bum sat in the hall that led to the kitchen. So the first thing Sangwoo was Yoonbum and what the hell he was wearing. Like clock-work when speaking of the devil the door began to open. It was sunny outside, but a warm breeze brushed pass me. Fùck. Yoonbum had on long sleeves and some kind of slacks. Both Sangwoo's.

Sangwoo gazed at me silence. Then he shook his head in what came off as disappointment," I honestly still can't believe your ass is older than me." He closed the front door and sat the bags in his hand on the floor. 

"Can't even dress yourself properly." Sangwoo began folding the too-big sleeves back. Tailoring it to Yoonbum's size who watched quietly. 

"It's your fault."

Sangwoo lifted his head ,wondering if those words had really left Yoonbum's lips, "It's too early for you Bum. Don't start."  

"Don't start what?" Bum asked in mock curiosity. It's better to cause him hell before he got there.

"I'm not a fan..." Sangwoo began, only pausing to gaze into Bum's eyes.

"Of?" Yoonbum asked after moments after Sangwoo's silent cliffhanger.

Sangwoo's features darkened as he tilted his head to the side, "Killing early in the morning. But since I adore you so very much--I'll make an exception."

"The sarcasm wasn't lost on me. Believe me." Yoonbum sighed. Tired of Sangwoo's bull$hit.

"Then shut your face Bum. Easy as that."

Rubbing at his temples Sangwoo growled,"Wait what the hell am I doing?" Sangwoo stood and grabbed the bags by the front door,"Take those clothes off." 

Yoonbum did so obediently and sat them to the side. Only in a pair of Sangwoo's boxers that didn't cling to his hips in the least.

"You have to be kidding me. Honestly." Sangwoo lifted his hand to hide his smile but it was too late. Bum had already seen it.

Don't smile he might feel your happiness.

Yoonbum kept his features clear and looked away.

Sangwoo came over to him and kneeled beside him,"Lift your hips"

Yoonbum lifted his hips so Sangwoo could pull his underwear off of him. Giving him soft murmured orders as Sangwoo dressed him. A small smile on his face.

"Put your feet in." 

Yoonbum obliged him and did so and lifted his hips when the under wear began to slide up his thighs. Sangwoo was looking down at Yoonbum's c#ck. It was twitching into a potential boner. Yoonbum blushed and prayed to the erection Gods that it would stop. And that Sangwoo wouldn't comment on it.