Sangwoo x Yoonbum: If Things Were Different

Oh Oh Sangwoo

The sheets smelled so nice, like the forest after a strong rain. Yoonbum nuzzled his face into the sheets, fists full of the light grey fabric. He let out a slight moan as he pressed himself against the pillow once more. The feeling, being in his house, in his bed, it was so euphoric. He had been watching Oh Sangwoo for months now, following him home from school, visiting the same bars that he frequents, things like that. He knew it was wrong, he really did, but he couldn't stop. Seeing Sangwoo, it felt wonderful. Hearing his voice, his laughter; incredible. Smelling him, being in his bed... Well that was orgasmic.

Yoonbum felt the sticky warmth spread throughout his underpants. He rolled over on to his back, taking in every detail of the room. His head eventually turned to the closet, the door partially open. It was odd, there were no clothes hanging in the closet. In fact, now that he was coming down from his high, Yoonbum realized that the room was empty besides the bed. He walked over to the closet and opened it the rest of the way. A few cardboard boxes sat on the floor, but something else caught his attention. A metal lock keeping a hatch secure. Yoonbum reached out for it in curiosity, but was struck in the side before he could touch it.

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Sangwoo looked at the frail individual on the floor. He was gripping his right arm, the one he had struck with his bat, and tears were beginning to roll down his face.

"Who the fuck are you? And why are you in my house?!" Sangwoo asked, threatening the small man with the wooden bat.

"I'm sorry!" The dark haired man managed to squeal, trying to push himself into a sitting position. He frantically put his hands out in front of his face to defend himself and backed himself up against the wall. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I promise I won't do it again!" Tears were flowing from the dark eyes like rivers. Sangwoo lowered his bat and crouched down to look the intruder in the eyes.

"Why. Are. You. In. My. House?" Sangwoo asked, emphasizing each word he said. When the frail body didn't respond immediately he poked him in the leg with the tip of the baseball bat. The leg flinched back instinctively. The boy look terrified. Sangwoo leaned forward and cupped the mans small chin into his hand, forcing him to look Sangwoo in the eyes. It was then Sangwoo notices the bandages on his neck, peeking out from his striped turtleneck. Tears fell onto Sangwoo's hand. "Oh come on, I didn't hit you that hard. Just answer my fucking question."

Yoonbum sniffled and tried to calm down. "I- I had to come, I had to see it."

"See what?" Sangwoo removed his hand from his chin.

"... Your house... where you live. I- I have been watching you and I- " The small frame could barely form the words.

"What do you mean you've been watching me? Are you some sort of demented pervert?"

Yoonbum inhaled sharply and didn't exhale for a few moments. Hearing those words, knowing that Sangwoo's anger was directed at him, it was devastating. "I- I'm sorry! I really am! I just..." The soft voice trailed off to nothingness.

"Just what? What do you have to say for yourself, you filthy pervert?"

Yoonbum looked away from Sungwoo, ashamed. Sungwoo once again used his hand to force the small man to look at him.

"Just what." He said sternly. The scared face whimpered.

"I love you!" Tears were still running down the man's face as these words were said with surprising force. Sangwoo raised an eyebrow. His expression remained flat, but his tone was laced with flirtation as he said his next words.

"Oh... So that's how it is."