the way that I love you
The way that I love you;
My name is Jaejoong and I’m twenty three years old.
I suck at introduction so we might as well forget about this.
Today, my routine of buying something to cook after work is broken by one unusual thing.
My shopping cart is filled to its brim with boxes and packets - small and big. I don’t know how the stuffs end up in there but when Yunho wraps his arms around that bitch who wears her dress like a slut from some red light district, I decide that I should concentrate on what I’m doing.
Stalking them.
Yes, I’m stalking them since the last twenty six minutes.
That’s my Yunho acting all lovey dovey with a bitch that we’re talking about here. No wonder he’s always so busy with work these days.
That bitch is his working paper.
He even pays for her groceries.
I watch how she smiles that filthy smile to my Yunho. I wonder how much does it cost her to have her nose done, her teeth fixed and placed neatly to each other without any gaps in between, her jawbone is perfectly defined and those doubles eyelids practically scream fake all over them.
She’s too pretty it burns my eyes.
She’s too perfect I want to tear her mask off and show Yunho how ugly that bitch really is.
She’s a monster.
And she’s clinging to my Yunho like a parasite feeding on its jar of feed.
Yunho exits the mart with that woman , oblivious of me watching. I dump my shopping cart at a corner and was about to pass the cashier when I notice that the boy is staring at my face. I have my shades on ( like I really need to wear one inside a building) so yeah, he might find that weird or something.
“ What are you looking at you freak?” I hiss. The boy quickly turns away.
I somehow think that he’s checking on me so I ignore him. After all, I’m taken.
I’m Yunho’s property.
***
Yunho might find it kinky to bring her over to our house as he knows that I’m out. Damn. I grit my teeth so hard my gums would bleed.
I have wait in my car for almost an hour now. My fingers are numb from the chilling ac.
I am impressed to see myself being so patience to go through all this. I guess that I have matured quite a lot over the years.
I am no longer that impulsive Jaejoong that I was. I do more thinking now.
I am not sad to find Yunho cheating on me. I’m confused. I thought me and Yunho have something special. It’s more than just physical attraction and bullshit
He loves me.
I love him.
Comes that bitch. She’s going to destroy all that.
I let the engine die and walk out from my car. It’s about time for this to end. Yunho can waver all he wishes but he doesn’t have to choose. I know that it’s me that he loves more.
***
I enter the bedroom unannounced.
“ Fuck.” Yunho stops kissing the bitch and rains curses as he catches a glimpse of me now standing right across the bed.
The woman beside him gasps loudly, her eyes widen in shock. They don’t expect me to be there, I know. A little surprise won’t hurt I mentally remind them.
It’s amazing how my presence triggers so amount of fear in their faces, both are literally pale white in each other’s arms. I chuckle as Yunho pulls the cover up the bitch’s body when my eyes linger to her direction.
I can still see her curvy silhouette imprinted on the red satin bed sheet. So, this is what Yunho wants.
I am no longer the beautiful Jaejoong in his eyes.
My lips are a poisonous stain of dirt that threatens to kill him. My eyes are sea of black and despair. My pale porcelain skin is now a painting of sin. He doesn’t want me. He wants her.
I’m not here to watch Yunho being all majestic in his heroic attempt to save that bitch from humiliation.
Yunho is mine.
All mine.
So I take out my pistol from the leather jacket that I am wearing. I know that this shit that costs me quite half of my paycheck is going to be useful one day.
That day has come.
She has to go. That bitch - whatever her name is, has got to go.
I’ll see her again, in hell.
***
Seeing Yunho shakes in terror like that is amusing. I’d pay to see him like that again. He’s holding that bitch in his arms. Blood is smeared all over his body.
Yunho’s tanned skin contrasts with the red from blood of my kill. He gawks at me and I smile. It took three shots to that bitch’s forehead to make her lay motionless like that.
She didn’t even have the chance to scream for forgiveness or beg me for her life. I am not going to forgive her neither sparing her life anyway.
The attack came sudden and quiet just the way I planned it. I even had the silencer on because too much noise will draw attention.
I don’t want that.
I don’t want people to know what I just did.
I pity Yunho’s helpless state. I have no intention to kill him so when he trembles because of the shock, I near him and take him into my arms.
He doesn’t say anything but he did breathe harshly against my chest.
“ Shhh darling. I won’t hurt you.”
***
I cooked Yunho’s favorite today but he won’t even take a bite.
Don’t tell me that he’s not going to finish that beef stew and those kimbap that I made.
After ditching that bitch’s body somewhere into the woods and having to come home and cook him a very late supper, I expect Yunho to at least appreciate my effort.
He’s doing quite the opposite.
He just sit there right across the table and stares at me like he doesn’t know me. What? Did the shock came so great he had to block out his memories?
I’m his. Yunho should never forget that.
I smile at him but he is so confused it shows on his face. I grab my spoon and tuck in and let him do whatever he pleases.
“ What is wrong Yunho?” I ask.
He is about to say something but I know nothing can come out from his mouth. I get up from my seat and reach for him. When my finger brushes with his skin I swear I see goose bumps creeping up his epidermis.
Why is he acting all strange?
I pull the cloth that is tied to keep his mouth shut tight. He winces in pain. I throw the soaked fabric away and he waits for my next move.
I lower my face and right in front of him, I confess.
“ I love you”
He tries to scream when my words end and I knock the back of his head.
Guess, I have to wait until Yunho is okay again before I try to have a little chit chat again with him.
I then return to my seat and finish my meal.
The stew is salty and the kimbap tastes funny. Shit. I lost my appetite.
a/n :
here's the 2nd part - the way that I love you - part two