Perhaps the biggest mistake Sangwoo made was allowing you and Bum to touch each other in a new way. But to you, it was the salvation that you've been looking for. You just never expected it to hide within little Bum. It had opened a new world...not just for you, but for Bum. A world where it was only the both of you. Each time you touched each other, even if Sangwoo was there, you were able to block him out, and no matter what he did, all you could see was Bum's heavily blushing face and his little cries of pleasure.
The loud pattering of rain wakes you up and in that one second between sleep and wakefulness you forget where you are. You smile when you become aware of the warmth of the body sleeping next to you. You turn to your side and gaze at Bum's sleeping face. The sound of his sleep is even, rhythmic, but when you brush the black strands of hair that veil his face he flinches. He rolls over on his back and stares up at the ceiling, "You scared me."
"I am sorry, Bum. I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's raining," He says shutting his eyes to hear the drumming of the rain outside
"Mhm," You answer and pull the cover closer against you.
"Sangwoo is working?" He asks quietly, his eyes still closed, his long black lashes resting against his pale skin.
"Yes." You stare at his freshly bruised cheek. "Bum. I want to kiss you."
He reddens instantly at your sudden declaration and his eyes fly open, "But he isn't here."
"I know he is not here."
Bum frowns confused. Why would you want to kiss him if Sangwoo is not forcing you? He doesn't ask this and says instead, "We aren't supposed to touch each other when he isn't here."
"He isn't watching Bum." With a hand over his cheek, you guide him to face you, and he gulps staring at you with wide, confused eyes.
You want to kiss him? Him? Of your own free will?
He freezes when you nestle closer to him, and his breath stops the moment you place your lips over his. He lets out a shaky breath responding to your gentle kiss, to the way your lips overlap with his convincing them to part for you, coaxing his tongue to play with you. You feel how he trembles and he covers the hand that still cups his cheek with his and gives in.
You roll on top of him, pinning his hands above his head. He is surprised by the sudden action, and he glances anxiously at the door of the room even though he can't see it with the way your thick hair cascades around him.
"He is not here, Bum," You whisper as you kiss his forehead, his bruised cheek, and his lips.
His breathing has become unstable, and he wants to say your name, but he is afraid that if he utters a word you will realize it's him and push him away.
You suckle gently down his scarred neck, and you feel his thick gulp against your lips. Your touch not guided by Sangwoo makes his stomach jump. He is at peace and as your tongue circles and traces the scars that decorate his neck; he comes to the shocking realization that he is at ease. He is no afraid of you suddenly attacking him, hurting him, breaking him, or humiliating him. This peace is tangible around him, it courses through his body and warms his blood in a way that he hadn't felt in such a long time now. Tears form in his eyes and roll down his temples; his chest rises in a quiet sob. You reach up and kiss his tears away and soon his nose, and his lips once more... soothing him.
You lift his crop top, massaging his gentle chest until you find his puckered nipples. He chews on his bottom lip as you tease them with your fingers. You lower to take them into your mouth. First one, then the other and you continue crawling down his body pulling the covers simultaneously, kissing every piece of exposed skin. His skin is so sensitive; he whimpers in agony with every touch. You shift all your weight on your knees to avoid pressure on your healing ankles but surprisingly here with Bum, the pain is the farthest thing from your mind...
"You're sore under here aren't you?" You tug at his skirt
He nods.
His hard-on swells under his skirt, and you pull it up, slapping his hand lightly away when he tries to stop you. You spot the bruises on his hipbones that are yellow-blue, the shape of Sangwoo's large fingers. He is too rough with him, you remember his savage thrusting into Bum's petite body, and those bruises are almost enough to get rid of your excitement. You place open-mouthed kisses on each bruise, and you hear his gasp when your mouth hovers over his harden cock in the tent inside his underwear. You hook your fingers on the elastic of the black panties and the moment his member is free you immediately take it into your mouth.
Bum hisses in pleasure, glancing at the door from time to time, afraid that Sangwoo may come in any second, yet he doesn't want you to stop. He cranes his neck to watch how your long hair spreads over him, how you ease his cock as far as you can into your mouth. He can't believe you're actually doing this.
He chews on his bottom lip the moment you bend his knees towards his chest and with your working hand begin to pump his cock, you taste down his balls and follow the trail down to the piece of skin right underneath until you are stroking his tender little hole with your wet tongue.
He holds his legs by the back of the knees and winces when your tongue begins darting around the rim. Your panties are soaking by now your wetness pooling. You suckle his pink, puckered hole easing away the pain while you milk him, enjoying his cries of pleasure, as he moves into your palm.
Bum is so close to orgasm that he can't contain the embarrassing sounds coming out of his mouth. He never imagined a girl like you pleasing him like this, not in such a way. He hadn't felt this happy in a long time, not after he stopped loving Sangwoo...
He cries out your name as you continue to torture him with your tongue and your hand and you both jump when you hear the doors click open and the audible sound of rain.
"I am home."
Sangwoo is back early.
Your eyes water when you slam your ankle against the floor, trying to jump back to where you were in bed. You pull the covers over yourself quickly as Bum does the same, making sure he looks just as he left him.
"Hey, where are you guys?" You hear him in the hall followed by his heavy footsteps
Bum begins to tremble in fear, and he is squeezing hard at his erection that refuses to leave.
"Close your eyes," You whisper to him, and when he moves his hand to grip the covers, you punch his groin. He lets out a muffled yelp just as the doors slide open.
"I break my back to feed the both of you while you guys just sleep in bed all day?!"
Bum is sure he is going to find out what you both did and when he does Sangwoo will...the image of his knife slicing his flesh comes to his mind and makes him whimper.
You sit up, pretending to be in the daze of sleep, "You came early today, Sangwoo. Welcome home."
"A storm is coming," He says and removes his jacket that is splattered by raindrops. He turns on the light and tosses his coat in the closet. He eyes Bum's sleeping form.
"Bum, wake your lazy ass up. I am hungry. Go make lunch."
He throws him the crutches that stand by the door and Bum jumps up from the futon when a crutch lands over his bruised hip.
Bum smiles at him, "Right away, Sangwoo."
He stands slightly on his frail healing feet and communicates something to you with his eyes when you hand him the crutches. He balances himself up and then begins walking out. Sangwoo rubs the top of his head before he leaves.
"I'll go help him," You say reaching over the futon to get the other pair of crutches that lean against your side of the wall, but before you grab them the doors slam closed.
"No, you're not," Sangwoo says, undoing the buttons on the collar of his dress shirt.
He holds you still with an intense, penetrating gaze as he undresses in front of you until his rigid and toned upper body is revealed to you. Once he strips, he is swiftly on top of you squeezing your neck. You hope he doesn't smell Bum on you.
"I am horny, and I am mad. So just lay there like a good little whore. Yeah?" He whispers into your ear in such a gentle ominous voice.
The beautiful moment you shared with Bum is tarnished and shattered into a million pieces with every grunt and every thrust of his hips. On the other side, Bum stumbles his way to the kitchen and tries to ignore Sangwoo's growls and your moans. He decides to make stew for lunch, and when he enters the kitchen, the portrait that sits on the kitchen counter catches his eye.
It was the "family" portrait Sangwoo had taken. In it, Sangwoo squats with a wide happy smile, as he holds you and Bum on either side of him. Bum's smile almost looks genuine, but your forced smile looks a bit crooked. It's weird for Bum to see himself and see you, all bandaged and bruised, while Sangwoo looks as if he just stepped out of a magazine. He puts the frame facedown and grits his teeth as the sounds of fists hitting flesh are accompanied by the sounds of screams and deafened by the thundering storm.