Dlbn: Hello, everyone! Here I am with another chapter! Lt's get right on it. I own some names but that's it. Everything canon to Killing Stalking belongs to Koogi. I make NO money off this. I'm just a fan girl who's SUPER FRIGGING DISAPPOINTED BY THE ENDING.

Dedication: Dedicated to the ambiguous ending of Killing Stalking that will make me mad for a few hours until I forget about it.

000

Granny was sitting in the living room, staring at a blank TV when Bum finally left the Oh residence to return home. His uncle's car was still missing, so he wasn't home yet. She glared at him.

"It's eight." She complained.

"Sorry, Granny." Bum held out a tray covered with aluminum foil. "F-From auntie."

"Auntie?" She seemed surprised. "Oh? What are you doing over there? You never go there anymore…"

"He's...he's back, Granny...Sangwoo…"

Her jaw set. "The nephew?"

Bum nodded. "My friend, Granny. He gave me a ride home from school today."

"You didn't mention him being at your school before…"

"That's because I didn't exactly know that he was there." Bum flushed. "He's a grade higher than me, and Jieun only calls him by these annoying pet names, so…"

"Jieun? Min? The girl that you said causes you so much trouble years ago?" Granny chuckled. "Is that his girlfriend?"

"Y-Yeah...but I don't think he wants to be with her all that much...seems annoyed by her…" Bum rubbed the back of his neck.

"At least, unlike you, he's got someone. Though, that's embarrassing. Living here your entire life and having no girlfriend, no friends at that, to show for it."

"I have friends...they just don't come here…" Bum cleared his throat. "And Sangwoo is here. I'm never alone if he's here…"

"Hm." She nodded. "Just don't get too close. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt."

"More than Uncle already hurts me…?"

"Go take a shower and get your ungrateful ass in bed." She stood angrily, slowly making her way towards the kitchen with the leftovers to heat up. "Your uncle didn't have to take you in, Bum. Be glad that he did...who knows where you would have ended up. And besides, if it weren't for your uncle you loathe so much, you wouldn't even know the boy."

There she went again; giving him the guilt trip that he didn't need. He waited until he heard her pressing buttons on the microwave and the machine beeping in response to her commands before going the opposite way to the stairs to the second floor to do as he was told. Showers were the only time he was allowed up there anymore. He'd take his time to revel in the familiarity of it without his uncle breathing down his neck but being up there held one too many painful memories. His former room had a nice dent in the door where his uncle got mad, he had locked it and kicked it as hard as he could in an attempt to break the door down. It was once filled with the minimal things to keep him alive and social services off his Uncle's back. Now, it was just a room where Uncle kept things he had no room for elsewhere, and where he and his friends played cards while Bum ran around like a maid, getting their beers and foods, and cleaning their messes. Uncle thought it was funny when his friends smacked Bum's backside, but the ravenette was tempted many times to dump drinks over the heads of the ones that tried. He knew that doing so would only anger the easily angered drunkard further, so he refrained.

Bum shuddered and hugged himself as he walked to his bathroom. Inside he showered, enjoying the feel of the warm spray rushing over his badly bruised body; the black and blue marred disaster that made up his frame was something he hated looking at, but he knew he'd have to at some point. Bruises were fading, and most would become nothing while his uncle was away, but the ones that remained made him shake to the core. No one would want to be with someone who looked like he did anyway, he decided, so it didn't matter if the wounds faded or not. Girls, and guys probably, wanted guys like Sangwoo, not him. Guys who were well built and didn't get beat up by their own uncles and were good looking. They didn't like guys that were too skinny and got hurt easily. They didn't like guys whose eyes were heavily bagged, sunken in from nights of staying up to make sure someone wasn't about to touch them in their sleep. Forever alone seemed to be the theme of his life, with or without Sangwoo next door.

Sangwoo.

He'd grown into such a fine young man. Bum would be a fool to not realize that, even though he wasn't attracted to the other in any way, shape, or form. But when they were close in the car, when Sangwoo was just close enough to kiss him, something inside him snapped and made his face flush. Considering that Sangwoo was dating Jieun, he couldn't say he was too surprised. If she had seen that, she'd have thrown a fit so big that it would make World War III, if there ever was one, seem like children fighting over a ball. Then why did the idea of Sangwoo kissing him sound so right? Could he be…? No, no way. He didn't have feelings for Sangwoo. No way. They were just friends, and he'd missed him so much...even if he felt that way for Sangwoo, he was clearly taken and not into men. Unless he was bi, but Bum wasn't about to ask him to be sure before he made a move or made his opinion clear.

000

Laying in his room with one arm under his head, and the other slipped into his pajama waistband, Sangwoo couldn't get thoughts of Bum out of his mind. He wasn't trying to think of him in any manner, and he tried really hard to think of Jieun, but she just didn't do it for him. She was fun to play with, to keep around, but he wasn't really attracted to her. He'd probably have to tell her at some point, but he couldn't just do it right after getting with her and, more specifically, reconnecting with Bum. How suspicious would it look if he dumped her because of how she treated a kid no one really paid attention to? Without Bum in his life, he'd been able to try and find a new identity for himself. He no longer had his best friend to run to during the summer and unload all his bullshit baggage onto. He had to deal with his own demons, as violent and deeply ground as they were, and make friends he had an actual interest in keeping. He'd learned to tailor his reactions and his entire existence based on who he was attempting to use to keep up appearances with. Like with his parents and auntie and uncle, he could change himself at the tip of a hat to better fit in. For the most part, at school, it worked. He got some friends he could tolerate the existence of for more than just a few minutes and managed to find time to hang out with them outside of school, between the final bell ringing and his father's strictly enforced curfew that he never dared miss. From what he'd heard from Jieun and the other underclassmen she associated with, Bum had managed to do the opposite. He kept himself isolated from his peers, only hung out with those two other boys during school hours and didn't bother trying to wear a mask to hide his true nature. Though, truth be told, he probably did a little bit between his uncle and other people.

Sangwoo found himself often attracted to the darker souls; people who were the black sheep, the unwanted. And Bum fit that description to a T. Despite himself, he let Bum's name escape his lips in a whispered moan. He sped up his ministrations, imagining it was Bum encasing his length, making him feel so good. He imagined the ravenette eagerly swallowing his length, chocking slightly at the length of it, bobbing up and down the stalk as he massaged the fleshy sack underneath.

"Bum…" Sangwoo moaned, speeding up his hand.

He could practically feel the other's breath ghosting along his skin, his lips, his hands. In his mind, he knew that it wasn't reality. But he couldn't help but fantasize over the first real friend he ever had, the kid that peaked his interest when he was six and never let go. Fuck Jieun. The only person that could ever get him going that way was Bum. He knew that to be true. And yet…