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Freedom. Safety. Love.
Yoon Bum didn't understand any of those words. He didn't know what they meant or if he would ever be able to achieve them, or if he already did. Freedom..? What was that foreign concept? He'd never experienced a feeling like that before. He was owned by Sangwoo, but even before that, he was owned by his uncle. Yoon Bum had never been free.. he couldn't comprehend the idea of belonging to himself. Safety? With dead bodies rotting in the basement and the chance of being tortured hanging on Yoon Bum's choice of words and Sangwoo's mood that day? With the guarantee of being killed if he went a step further than he was allowed to? Without having any place to call home where he wasn't constantly drowning in his fears? Yoon Bum could never be safe. And love... Yoon Bum and love were never a good combination. He hurt people because of love, he destroyed himself because of love, he stole and stalked and obsessed because of love, and he was trapped with Sangwoo because of love. Yoon Bum always went too far when it came to love.. he never knew when to stop pushing, to stop obsessing, to stop wanting. When Yoon Bum broke into Sangwoo's house, he did it because of love, and he would've dedicated anything to Sangwoo in that moment. His brain, his heart, his entire being was just flooded with loving thoughts of Sangwoo, Sangwoo, my beautiful, perfect Sangwoo... But now, after all that he had been through, all that he had seen- Yoon Bum's feelings were a chaotic, swirling mess. He loved Sangwoo dearly, but he hated him with all of his heart. His thoughts of Sangwoo and their relationship changed on a daily basis along with his emotions.. Yoon Bum couldn't keep track of the wild flurry of opinions and feelings constantly ricocheting off the edges of his skull.
Yoon Bum's favorite days were the calm ones, spent with chopping vegetables and cooking... being bathed, dressed, and bandaged by Sangwoo, and curling up in bed with him, falling asleep in a comfortable silence. Yoon Bum treasured these days, because he could pretend he and Sangwoo were in a normal, loving, healthy relationship- he could pretend that everything was okay, and he was okay, and he didn't live in a constant, unpredictable danger and struggle for survival. His least favorite days were the painful ones, full of knives, blood, bruises, harsh words, white hot fear, tears, and humiliation. These days made his beautiful pretend world come crashing down around him, and revealed the hell that he was really living in. Yoon Bum also hated the days when Sangwoo left him alone for hours and hours and hours. He would be chained by his ankle to a pipe in the basement, stuck there with nothing to do but lay in silence until Sangwoo returned. He always tried to keep his thoughts quiet, but his mind would be screaming with thoughts of missing Sangwoo, of wanting to kill Sangwoo, of escaping... those were the worst days for his brain.
But one day came when everything changed. It began pretty normally, starting off with Yoon Bum waking from a wet dream of Sangwoo with a moan caught in his throat and lust rising within him, hot and needy. Sangwoo was watching him from the other side of the bed with a smug expression.
"Were you dreaming about me, pervert?" He questioned teasingly, and Yoonbum flushed.
"I-I... yes." Yoon Bum stuttered nodding slightly, trying to think of an excuse but unable to find one.
"Jeez. Can't keep me out of your thoughts even in your sleep, huh, Bum? That's kind of cute." Sangwoo stated, flicking Yoon Bum's cheek.
Yoon Bum swallowed, looking up at Sangwoo with hooded eyes, his cheeks red from embarrassment and lust.
"C-can I... suck it again?" He said hesitantly, crawling closer to Sangwoo, licking his lips tentatively. "Please?"
Sangwoo sighed, as if this was an inconvenience.
"You're still not very good at it, Bum. But if you're that desperate for me, go ahead." He replied nonchalantly, and pulled his dick out, looking at Yoon Bum with a blank expression for a few seconds. "Get on with it." He pressed, and Yoonbum leaned down instead of responding.
He took the tip of Sangwoo's dick into his mouth and tried to use his tongue how Sangwoo told him to, wanting to please the man, craving nothing more than to hear Sangwoo moan from his mouth on him.
Sangwoo sighed, sounding a little annoyed.
"More tongue. Like it's an ice cream cone or something.. there, that's it." He instructed, and let out a soft gasp once Yoon Bum started to do it right.
Yoon Bum took in most of the man's dick, glancing up at his face to see him biting his lip, breathing harder than usual. This gave Yoon Bum a strange sense of satisfaction, and Sangwoo's pleased expression made him hard.
Yoon Bum swirled his tongue around the man's dick and sucked, bobbing his head slightly, Sangwoo's quiet moans encouraging him. He felt Sangwoo's fingers grasp his hair tightly, and start yanking his head back and forth with harsh, painful movements, making Yoon Bum move faster. He winced at the pain and tears welled up in his eyes but he kept going, not knowing what kind of pain he'd experience if he stopped.
A few more minutes passed until Sangwoo came in his mouth. Yoon Bum wasn't expecting it so suddenly, and some of it dribbled down his lips and onto his chin. Sangwoo exhaled heavily, and looked down at Yoon Bum with a dark smile.
"You look like a whore with cum on your face like that... it suits you." He commented, making Yoon Bum's heart sink and erasing his lust for Sangwoo . A whore... he hated being called things like that. Sangwoo could tell from the disheartened expression on his face, and he scoffed.
"Jesus Christ, Bum, stop looking so unhappy. That was supposed to be a compliment." Sangwoo said with a hard edge to his voice, looking irritably at Yoon Bum. "Smile, won't you?"
"I-I'm sorry... thank you, Sangwoo." Yoon Bum said softly, a nervous, plastered smile on his face, fear rising in his throat in case his smile wasn't good enough and he got hurt.
But Sangwoo didn't hurt him then. Instead, he carried Yoon Bum into the kitchen and sat him down at the table in his usual chair.
"I'm gonna go get some groceries, okay, Bum?" Sangwoo stated while grabbing his keys from the counter behind Yoon Bum, who nodded slightly in response.
"And remember.." Sangwoo said, his voice dark and strong. Yoon Bum felt something sharp against his bandaged throat, and after he flinched and inhaled sharply, he realized Sangwoo was holding one of his keys against him.
The key dug into the bandage until it hurt, and Yoon Bum felt the wound opening again. He gripped onto the edge of the table in terror.
"Don't cross the line." Sangwoo whispered in his ear, his voice gravelly and dangerous, sending chills down Yoon Bum's spine.
"Y-yes, Sangwoo.." Yoon Bum muttered weakly, fear holding onto his throat in a tight grip, making his voice come out breathy and quiet.
"Good boy." Sangwoo murmured, ruffling his hair and walking out. Yoon Bum exhaled in relief once he was gone and held his hands protectively over his throat, whimpering at the phantom pain at the thought of Sangwoo slitting his throat. He closed his eyes and sat there for several minutes, trying to keep his mind calm. After a while, he came to the realization that he wasn't chained up. Hope bubbled in his chest but he shook his head, knowing escape was impossible. Sangwoo would be outside, waiting for him with a knife. He would stop Yoon Bum from ever leaving... and even if Yoon Bum managed to get out, where would he go? The neighborhood was deserted, anyways. Nobody would help him. Nobody would hear him. Nobody would see him. Yoon Bum would be lost and alone in the streets until Sangwoo found him and brought him back 'home,' and tortured him to death.
There was no escape. Yoon Bum knew that. But he still gazed at the door with longing, still wishing for some nonexistent way out.
He crawled into the wardrobe at one point to find something, and out of nowhere, he heard a few hard knocks on the door, startling him out of his skin. Knocking..? It couldn't be Sangwoo. He wouldn't knock on his own door... it was like a king knocking on the door to his own palace. He owned the place and everything in it, so there was no point in knocking. Yoonbum stared at the door with a mix of confusion, fear, and hope taking over him, his heart pounding, wondering why someone was at the door, wondering what that would mean for him. After a few minutes, the person knocked again loudly, making Yoon Bum flinch.
"POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR!" A man shouted from outside, definitely not Sangwoo, making Yoon Bum's blood run cold and color drain from his face. Police.... police. This was Yoon Bum's chance, he could get out, he could leave, he could be safe, he could be free! But.... he couldn't. He was trapped, with no way out.. If Yoon Bum tried to leave, Sangwoo would either charm the policeman into leaving or kill him if he didn't. There was no hope for Yoon Bum getting out.. he just wanted that police officer to leave, to stop reminding Yoon Bum of how helpless he was.
The man knocked again fiercely, scaring Yoon Bum again.
"IT'S THE POLICE!" The man yelled, and Yoon Bum had a sudden fear that he was going to kick the door down.
The man went silent, and Yoon Bum felt like this was worse than him yelling. What was he doing? Was he trying to break in or something? That sent even more fear down Yoon Bum's spine. Suddenly, Yoon Bum heard a familiar click.. the sound of the passcode's cover being slid off. Was Sangwoo there, or was the policeman trying to guess the numbers? Yoon Bum wasn't sure, but he felt terrified and he had the strong urge to hide.
He crawled into the kitchen as fast as he could and glanced around desperately for a hiding place, a place to keep himself out of sight until Sangwoo got the policeman to go away, one way or another. He settled on hiding in the cupboard under the sink... he crawled inside and closed the door, laying in the dark, breathing heavily, his heart racing wildly in his chest.
Yoon Bum heard the door open, and the sound of someone walking in.. no, two people. They walked into the kitchen, and Yoon Bum heard Sangwoo's voice, very close to his hiding spot. Yoonbum inhaled sharply and covered his mouth with his hands, trying to be as silent as possible, his body trembling in fear. Hearing Sangwoo was both relieving and disappointing.. Yoon Bum wasn't really sure what to feel except panic. The policeman and Sangwoo chatted for a few minutes, but Yoonbum was too focused on staying silent to pay attention to what they were saying. After awhile, Yoon Bum heard the door open. He waited several minutes before he crawled out of the cupboard, his body and mind numb with fear and shock from what just happened. Sangwoo seemed to be gone too.. after a few minutes, the door opened, and Sangwoo came in. He had a horrible smile on his face and crazed eyes, his hands twitching, his right knuckles dripping with blood.
He was muttering things under his breath as he walked in, and Yoon Bum only picked up bits and pieces...
"......it's fine.... find him.. kill him... rip him apart... it'll be fine.. let's kill him." Sangwoo was saying to himself, his voice shaky, his eyes distant and murderous, chilling Yoon Bum to the bone. He hadn't noticed Yoonbum on the floor... he... he thought Yoon Bum had run away, and he had decided to kill him.
Yoon Bum swallowed hard, his body shaking, terrified Sangwoo was going to murder him.
"Sangwoo..." he called the man's name softly, trying to pull him out of his malicious thoughts. Once Sangwoo noticed him on the ground, his eyes widened with shock.
He wobbled and fell to the ground, realizing that Yoon Bum hadn't left him, surprise taking over his features.
"Come here, Bum." Sangwoo stated, but Yoon Bum was paralyzed. "Hurry up!" Sangwoo shouted, impatient, his voice cold.
Yoon Bum flinched at his loud voice and quickly crawled over to him, looking at Sangwoo with scared, wide eyes, afraid he was about to be tortured or killed.
Out of all of the things Yoon Bum was expecting, he definitely wasn't expecting a hug. Sangwoo grabbed Yoon Bum and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his thin shoulders, holding him against his own broad chest. Yoon Bum didn't move, bewildered by his actions.
"Let's stay together... forever..." Sangwoo whispered in his ear, his voice deep and rough, making Yoonbum shudder.
A while ago, those words would've made Yoon Bum jump for joy. But in that moment.. all he could feel was disgust and dread. He didn't want to stay there forever... he didn't want to be Sangwoo's plaything for the rest of his life.
Sangwoo held Yoon Bum for several minutes. It hurt to hold that position for so long, but Yoonbum didn't dare to move.
After awhile, Sangwoo pushed Yoonbum down on the ground and straddled him, their faces inches apart. Sangwoo swept Yoon Bum's stray hairs behind his ear with a gentle- almost loving- touch, but Yoon Bum flinched anyways.
"You're mine, Bum. You know that, right?" Sangwoo told him, looking at him intently, waiting for a response.
"Y-Yes, Sangwoo." Yoon Bum stuttered, looking at his expression with fear, wondering what Sangwoo was planning.
"You're mine... yes, you're mine, and you'll be mine forever. Your cute little cheeks..." Sangwoo murmured, pinching Yoon Bum's cheeks painfully, making him wince. "...are mine."
"Your scared eyes, always looking at me with that same expression... they're mine. Your neck..." Sangwoo continued, suddenly pressing his lips against Yoon Bum's neck, kissing him softly, making him shiver. "..mine. All mine."
Sangwoo kissed all across his neck for a few moments and Yoon Bum lay still, docile, watching him with cautious eyes.
Sangwoo reached over and grabbed his wrists, then kissed his scars again, making his face redden.
"Even your pathetic little scars are mine."
Sangwoo let go of Yoon Bum's wrists and they landed limp on the ground.
Suddenly, Sangwoo reached down and lifted Yoon Bum's shirt up, revealing his thin torso.
"Your frail little body, that I could snap in half at any moment... it's mine." He whispered, running his fingertips over all of Yoon Bum's protruding bones.
"Those pitiful tears that you keep crying for me... they're mine, mine, mine." Sangwoo murmured, leaning forward and licking the tears from under Yoon Bum's eyes. He didn't even realize he had been crying.. but now the tears wouldn't stop, his body trembling underneath Sangwoo's violating hands and tongue, exploring his body and claiming it as his own.
Sangwoo's fingertips brushed over Yoon Bum's hips and lower stomach, making his breath hitch at the contact, his hips bucking up slightly to the touch without his permission.
Without any warning, Yoon Bum felt Sangwoo grip his ankles tightly, shooting unbearable pain through his broken legs. Yoon Bum cried out loudly and his eyes shot open.
"Your legs that I broke... mine. All those annoying little pained sounds you keep making... all mine." Sangwoo told him, digging his nails into the bandages on his ankles.
"SANGWOO!" Yoon Bum sobbed at the agony, desperately clawing at Sangwoo's arms, trying to relieve himself of the awful pain.
"Your needy calling of my name... mine. Every part of you is mine." Sangwoo hissed, letting go of his ankles, making Yoon Bum let out a relieved sob.
"Even this is mine." Sangwoo growled, reaching up Yoon Bum's skirt and grabbing his dick through his underwear. He squeezed it harshly, making Yoon Bum whimper. He reached over and weakly grabbed onto Sangwoo's wrists, trying to get his hands away. Yoon Bum felt so violated and disgusting.. he didn't want Sangwoo touching him anymore, he just wanted the man to go away..
"You're all mine, Bum. Every inch of you belongs to me and will always belong to me, from now to eternity... you're mine. You're going to stay with me forever." Sangwoo told him, releasing his dick.
He reached up and suddenly his hands were around Yoon Bum's throat, squeezing him tightly.
Yoon Bum's eyes widened and he gripped onto Sangwoo's wrists, horror taking over his features, tears and snot spilling faster down his face.
"Sa...ng.....woo...!" Yoon Bum gasped, his voice weak and straining as he looked up at Sangwoo's crazed expression.
"I can do anything I want to you, Bum. And you're all mine. Nobody else will ever get to touch you.. only me." Sangwoo said, his voice scarily calm, his eyes intense as they bore into Yoon Bum's.
Yoon Bum was choking, like he did with that noose around his neck- choking and desperate and dying and overwhelmed with panic. He clawed at Sangwoo's wrists, and suddenly Sangwoo let out a hiss of pain and released him.
"What the fuck, Bum?" He growled, glancing down at his wrist, with long, bleeding scratches across it from Yoon Bum's nails.
Yoon Bum coughed and hacked for air, gasping for survival, his body shaking badly, gripping his neck, looking at Sangwoo with a fearful expression.
"You fucking piece of shit.." Sangwoo grumbled, walking away for a moment and returning with his knife.
"I-I'm sorry, S-sangwoo, please...!" Yoon Bum cried, sitting up and trying to scramble away from him.
"Why are you trying to get away? I already told you we're staying together forever..." Sangwoo asked him, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"P-please don't hurt me! I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I didn't m-mean to scratch you, I-"
"Shut the fuck up, Bum! Jesus, will you ever stop squealing like that? It's disgusting.. you sound like a pig."
Sangwoo kicked Yoon Bum in the jaw so hard that his head slammed against the wall, making him dizzy. He slumped against the ground, too weak to do anything.
Sangwoo straddled him and held the knife up, pointing it straight at Yoon Bum, making his eyes go wide with horror.
"SANGWOO, PLEASE, PLEASE..!" Yoon Bum shrieked loudly, holding his arms above his face in protection.
He assumed Sangwoo was going for his throat, so he was shocked when he felt the knife sink into his abdomen. It didn't hurt badly at first, since Yoon Bum only felt the pressure... but then, when Sangwoo pulled it out, the pain set in. Yoon Bum screamed as the blood spilled out of his body, covering Sangwoo's hands with the thick, red liquid.
Sangwoo held up the knife again, but then he and Yoon Bum heard a sound that made them both freeze in place.
Knock, knock, knock.
"IT'S THE POLICE AGAIN! OPEN UP!" The same police officer from earlier yelled.
Sangwoo and Yoon Bum made eye contact. Yoon Bum was biting his lip as hard as he could, trying to stay quiet... he saw a bit of fear on Sangwoo's face.
Sangwoo stood up with the knife in his hand... he had Yoon Bum's blood across his shirt and hands. Yoon Bum's stab wound was still hurting like hell and bleeding.. blood has gotten onto the floor.
Both Sangwoo and Yoon Bum knew it would be very challenging to hide all that blood from the officer.
"OPEN THE DOOR, IT'S THE POLICE!" The man shouted.
"Go get in the cupboard again. Don't fucking move." Sangwoo hissed in his ear before walking away, shoving the knife in his pocket. Yoon Bum laid on the ground, gasping for breath, holding onto his stab wound and trying to keep the blood in. He struggled to sit up and move, but he just collapsed on the ground again. He saw Sangwoo return to the hallway, wearing a different, clean shirt. He glanced towards the stationary Yoon Bum and shook his head.
"I said to get in the fucking cupboard, you retard." He muttered.
"OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I'LL BREAK IT DOWN!" The policeman shouted.
"Fuck." Sangwoo breathed, and walked to the door. He opened it ever so slightly, so the policeman couldn't see Yoon Bum in the kitchen, too dizzy from hitting his head and the blood loss to move.
"What's all the shouting for, officer? Didn't you look around enough earlier?" Sangwoo wondered, sounding completely innocent and confused.
"We've gotten more noise complaints. I just heard the sound of screaming from inside your house.. You have to let me in right now." The policeman stated, his voice serious, making a bit of hope soar through Yoon Bum.
"What? Oh, I'm just watching a horror movie, officer. No need to get so worked up." Sangwoo responded easily.
"So you have no problem with me coming in, then?"
"It's barely even been an hour since you were here. Why would you need to check my house twice? It's only me here, officer, you already saw that for yourself."
The officer was silent.
"If there are any more noise complaints, I'll be back immediately." The officer said, and Yoon Bum felt his heart drop to his stomach. He was... giving up? That easily? No.. no, no... Yoon Bum couldn't let that happen, he just couldn't...!
"Help." He croaked softly, barely audible, feeling like he was about to pass out.
He exhaled shakily.
"Help... help!" He struggled to be loud, but finally caught the attention of the police officer.
"What... who was that? Open the door, Oh Sangwoo, there's someone in there!" The man demanded, trying to see past Sangwoo.
He managed to shove the door open, and looked past Sangwoo to see Yoon Bum lying on the floor, bleeding, his eyes struggling to stay open.
The policeman took a few steps inside, his brown eyes wide at the sight of Yoon Bum.
Yoon Bum glanced over at Sangwoo behind him and inhaled sharply.
"Knife.." he breathed, pointing behind the officer. The man turned just in time to avoid getting stabbed in the neck. He grabbed Sangwoo's wrist and knocked the knife out of his hand.
Yoon Bum let his eyes fall closed at the sounds of the two fighting, trying to get the upper hand on the other, trying to pin the other down.
This could either turn out with torture for Yoon Bum or.... rescue. A foreign, intangible thought, that he never thought would even be within reach.
He felt so, so exhausted.. the blood loss was getting to him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to stay awake.
After a few moments, the shuffling stopped and all Yoon Bum heard was heavy breathing. He forced his eyes open to see the officer holding Sangwoo down on the ground. He grabbed Sangwoo's wrists and forced handcuffs onto them. He said something about Sangwoo being under arrest and having the right to stay silent.
Yoon Bum noticed that Sangwoo was staring at him.
"Come here, Bum." He commanded, his voice hard. "You can get me out of this. I'll take you to the mountains somewhere far, far away, where we can live in peace.. I'll take care of you. We can be happy. Just get me out of this."
Yoon Bum exhaled shakily at his words, his brain too foggy to consider them properly.
"I said, you have the right to stay silent." The officer stated. He was still pinning Sangwoo down, not letting him move an inch.
The officer turned to Yoon Bum.
"I have backup and paramedics on the way, okay? I would be over there trying to stop your bleeding, but I can't let him run away. You have to stay awake, alright? You have to hold on until the paramedics get here." He stated, his voice calming. "Keep pressure on the wound and you'll be okay. What's your name?"
"Y....Yoon Bum."
His voice was barely audible.
His eyelids fluttered.
"You have to stay awake, Yoon Bum."
"Bum, come here. You can kill him. You've done it before, it's not so hard.. just stab him with my knife. You can do it, and then we'll be together forever." Sangwoo spoke gently, soothingly, his voice full of care that wasn't there before.
"I... won't.." Yoon Bum whispered. His vision was blurry.
He heard a screech of tires outside of the house. After a few moments, policemen came in the door, followed by paramedics. The policemen grabbed Sangwoo and dragged him out, while the paramedics rushed to Yoon Bum with a gurney. They lifted him onto the gurney and covered his wound in bandages to stop the bleeding.
They tried asking him questions, but he was too dazed and tired to properly answer them.
"Hang on, Yoon Bum, keep your eyes open.." the officer from earlier told him, standing near the gurney.
"I'm trying." Yoon Bum whispered, his eyelids drooping. "Trying..."
His eyes closed. He felt guilty.. he wanted to listen to the officer, but he was just so tired.
"Sorry.... officer.." he breathed as he lost consciousness.