Torment and Torture

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"Seung-hee...why on earth would you tell on me?"

"Because you killed someone! You need help, I can help you! Sangwoo made you ill, Yoonbum...you need to get better!-"

"Shhh." Yoonbum pressed a small finger on Seung-hee's lips and giggled. His smile was more mischievous than genuinely happy.

"Can't we just enjoy ourselves for a bit?"

Seung-hee turned away from Yoonbum, he didn't want to look at what he had become in the space of about an hour. He blamed himself for what happened - he should have killed him when he had the chance rather than letting Yoonbum do it and leading him to suffer like this.

"No, Yoonbum."

Yoonbum crawled over to Sangwoo's body and pulled out the knife, but he was met with a strong grip around his throat. Sangwoo, barely still alive, was attempting to strangle Yoonbum to death before he died.

Seung-hee immediately scrambled over and tried to get Yoonbum out of Sangwoo's grasp. For someone as weak as Sangwoo at that moment, he was too strong. Yoonbum tried to speak through his suffocation.

"Seung-hee...r-r...un..."

These words played around with Seung-hee's mind and echoed all around his brain for a moment. The last time he heard these words, Sangwoo had killed his father. He wasn't going to let Sangwoo kill someone else he held dear to him.

Seung-hee grabbed the knife Yoonbum had dropped on the floor and suddenly plunged it forwards, his eyes shut the whole time. Seung-hee had stabbed Sangwoo right in the chest, straight into his heart. Seung-hee saw the remaining light leave Sangwoo's eyes as his last breath escaped his blood covered lips.

Seung-hee let go of the knife and scrambled backwards while his panic attack began. He couldn't breathe, the room was spinning, all he could picture was Sangwoo's lifeless eyes. Yoonbum crawled over to Seung-hee and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Seung-hee flinched at Yoonbum's touch, he edged away and tears started to roll down his cheeks. Yoonbum wiped the tears away gently.

"Thank you. You saved my life, Seung-hee."

Yoonbum had never sounded this grateful before, he sounded less frightened and timid than he ever had before. It was almost as if he had gained confidence straight after Sangwoo had died, him being the object that stood in the way of his happiness.

Seung-hee's breathing eventually went back to a rate in which he could talk, and Yoonbum smiled with relief.

"We should probably get out of here. Where do we go?"

Seung-hee looked at Yoonbum with the straightest most stern face he ever had.

"To my place. Just give me a moment."

Seung-hee ran to the kitchen and grabbed a cloth. He wiped the knife clean of their fingerprints and put it back it back in the drawer, then placed the cloth in his pocket. He went back to Yoonbum and helped him up.

"There. Now, let's hurry, before someone starts to smell it."

The pair left the house and started walking down the street to Seung-hee's house, Yoonbum was still limping and Seung-hee was surprisingly calm for a murderer.