Torment and Torture

XXXVIII

// so loads of you said to make the chapters longer, so i'm going to aim for them to be about 700 words each? thanks for the feedback☆〜（ゝ。∂）//

Seung-hee felt Yoonbum's scream go through him, feeling his voice scream so loudly in his brain made him lower the knife and cry. He was so overwhelmed by the situation he wasn't sure how to feel. Yoonbum accidentally fell off the bed during all the commotion and was now at Seung-hee's side, almost resting his head on him.

Sangwoo, strangely, was not resisting at all. His eyes were closed, he had lowered his arms to rest down by his sides, and was almost at peace. It was the most peaceful Yoonbum had seen him, it was almost unbelievable. Of course, he thought it was a trap.

"Seung-hee...call the nurse..."

"I...I..." Seung-hee's tears continued to stream down his face as he wept for what he almost did. He almost killed someone, he almost made himself into something just like Sangwoo. A murderer.

Yoonbum placed his small hand on Seung-hee's, which was still holding the knife. Yoonbum tried to pry it gently out of his hands, but it was almost as if it was glued to Seung-hee's hand. Yoonbum gave up and just went to hug Seung-hee tightly around his arms. Seung-hee was still crying, he wanted to avenge his father so badly but he didn't want to hurt anyone ultimately.

"Seung-hee...I..."

Yoonbum was interrupted by Sangwoo's low pitched chuckle. Yoonbum immediately scrambled back in fear and Seung-hee slowly shuffled away too. They both had their backs against the wall, and Seung-hee grabbed Yoonbum's hand. Sangwoo got up and picked up the knife, starting to walk over to them.

"Yoonbum...if I don't make it..." Seung-hee looked at Yoonbum with a look he had never seen before. It was sad, but happy at the same time. He had a smile on his face but was crying too. Seung-hee quickly kissed Yoonbum on the forehead before standing up and proceeding to take on the crazed young man. He wiped his eyes and pushed back his hair.

"Sangwoo. You will not hurt Yoonbum again."

"And you're gonna stop me? Bum doesn't even love you like he loves me! Do you, Bum?"

Both males turned to look at Yoonbum, who was shaking on the floor of the hospital room. He stared up at Sangwoo, then stared up at Seung-hee. He saw the desperation in Seung-hee's eyes, but was terrified of Sangwoo, so much so that it made his brain make choices he didn't even want.

"Tell you what. I'll cut you two a deal. I won't kill either of you, but Bum has to come with me."

"Yoonbum...please don't do this...you deserve so much better than this-" Sangwoo punched Seung-hee in the face and laughed at him, trying to rush Yoonbum's decision.

Seung-hee....Or Sangwoo?

Yoonbum came away from the wall and started crawling towards the two males. He couldn't look up, but he slowly crawled past Seung-hee and to the feet of Sangwoo. Yoonbum wrapped himself around Sangwoo's legs, but he couldn't bare to look at Seung-hee again.

"Come on then. Let's go."

Sangwoo yanked Yoonbum up to his feet and helped him walk out of the hospital room. Seung-hee fell to his knees and wept more.

"Yoon...bum...come back...."

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Sangwoo finally got back to the house and pushed Yoonbum onto the floor of the hallway by the front door.

"De ja vu, isn't it, Bum?"

Yoonbum looked up at Sangwoo with anger and contempt, scaring Sangwoo a little.

"Yo, Bum. You've never made that face before. You feeling okay?"

At that moment Yoonbum pulled out the knife that Sangwoo had in the hospital and held it out in front of him as an object of self defence.

"Stay...stay away..."

"Bum? You really think you can do anything with that?" Sangwoo laughed so hard he fell to his knees. He went into another of his laughing fits, making Yoonbum frightened, but gave him a chance.

"Sangwoo...can I kiss you?"

Sangwoo kept laughing but beckoned for Yoonbum to come closer to him. It looked like he would grant his request.

"Thank you...Sangwoo..."

Sangwoo pulled Yoonbum into a messy kiss and gripped his cheek roughly. Sangwoo was still giggled a little during the kiss, that is, until he felt something.

Something cold and sharp inside him.