"Well shit. I knew I was too much for you. I was just so excited, Gi-ae. I loooooved it." He drew out his words in his deep rumbling voice, and for a minute you felt just a bit better. "I know you don't like it, but maybe some ice would help."

"I don't like ice. My hand gets so cold... but it is pretty ouch." You nuzzled his bare chest.

"I'll hold it for you, my love."

"Don't leave!" You sat up abruptly. You weren't ready to share him with Bum again. Not yet.

"I won't. I'll call Bum up briefly."

Bum however, was just sitting at the kitchen table. He had listened to the noise you and Sangwoo had been making and it made him want to slit his wrist again. In fact, he had been pushing on it for every moan he heard you make. But that also hadn't stopped him from jacking off to the sound of it. Sure, he had rejected Sangwoo out of jealousy, but it was out of his deeply rooted masochism that he had made himself sit and listen to what was going on upstairs. What finally broke his dark thoughts was his name.

"BUM! BRING A BAG OF ICE UP HERE!" He heard Sangwoo holler at him from the second floor. This was highly irritating. But he figured it was probably for Sangwoo, since you specifically stated that you didn't like ice.

As he walked upstairs, he hear you and Sangwoo talking quietly.

"Why do I have to sit like this, Sang? It's embarrassing. He's going to see all my... stuff..."

"Just for a minute. It's okay. He'll know you're mine now."

"Mmmm... if I got to." You acquiesced.

Bum didn't bother knocking and simply opened the door. There you were, legs wide apart, sitting in between Sangwoo's legs as one strong arm held your breasts and the other reached out for the ice.

"This could have been you, Bum. Do you see this?" He pointed to the milky fluid leaking out of you. "Could've been yours. Hand over the ice and get out of my sight."

It took all of Bum's willpower to not chuck the bag full force at your head. Instead, he calmly handed over the bag, left the room and slammed the door behind him.

"Don't slam my doors!" Sangwoo yelled after him. "Ugh, you're just so good! I would die without you. I just would and I know it." He kissed your cheek and gently applied the ice to your wounded area.

"Brrr! I've never felt something this cold!" You whined.

"But is it helping?" Sangwoo whispered as he nuzzled your head.

"A little. But I think kisses would help more." You giggled. Sangwoo discarded the ice and flipped you around. If it was kisses you wanted, then it would be kisses you got.

Downstairs however, Bum was losing it. His mind was playing tricks on him. He imagined him going upstairs and punching your face into an unrecognizable pulp. He pictured how wonderful it might feel to slid a knife in and out of your chest cavity. He had already killed once, right? How hard would it be to kill a second time? Especially if it was you. He hated you. And you hated him right back.