Ruthless
Title: Ruthless
Pairings: Eunhyuk/Jessica
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language use
Genre: Romance, Angst
Word Count: 440
“Sica, don’t go.”
“Give me a reason to stay.”
Eunhyuk paused in his tracks. It was close to midnight and the wind was blowing hard against the window. He felt guilty; guilty for doing this to her but he wasn’t heartless. At least, not heartless enough to let a beautiful woman walk out the door into the storm. As if her heart hasn’t been torn and battered enough.
“I love you.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
She was biting her lip, glaring with those piercing eyes the way only she could. She clicked on her heels and turned slowly, facing him. There it was, the face of a woman scorned. Her fists clenched, dying to punch him right between the eyes, but she held back. Her heart, bruised, torn, battered.
“I do, Sica.” He insisted.
“If you did, would you have screwed her every night while I was away? Would you have brought her, into our home, laying her on our bed, touching her the way you touched me?” she hissed.
She was Jessica Jung, or as she like to call it, Jessica fucking Jung. No man has tried to hurt her and no man was ever good enough for her. But Eunhyuk; there was something about this man that she liked (and for almost a year, have loved), something that made her attracted to him. She wasn’t sure if it was the goofy gummy smile or the way he moves his body as he danced.
“Jessica, come on. There’s a fucking storm outside.”
She frowned. “What is this? Telling me you love me so I can stay here for one more night and let you convince me otherwise? Or is this just some kind of gentleman bullshit so nobody gives you shit for letting me walk in the storm?”
A little bit of both. “I’m telling you I love you, Jessica. There’s nothing else to it.” Liar.
“No.” she muttered.
“Come on, Sica.” He whispered, braving forward to hold her hands.
He knew; he knew he could do no wrong. He could screw every girl there was and she’d get mad, threaten to leave. He’ll whisper sweet words and slowly but surely, she’ll stay. He knew she couldn’t leave. Bastard.
She knew he was aware of her weakness. But how could she push away this man away? The most charming most amazing man she’s ever met. If by charmingly amazing she meant a cold, ruthless bastard, then she’s got it spot on.
“Jessica…” he whispered into her ear, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I love you.”
“I… I love you too.”
Whatever happened to ‘ice princess, Jessica fucking Jung’?
Pairings: Eunhyuk/Jessica
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language use
Genre: Romance, Angst
Word Count: 440
“Sica, don’t go.”
“Give me a reason to stay.”
Eunhyuk paused in his tracks. It was close to midnight and the wind was blowing hard against the window. He felt guilty; guilty for doing this to her but he wasn’t heartless. At least, not heartless enough to let a beautiful woman walk out the door into the storm. As if her heart hasn’t been torn and battered enough.
“I love you.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
She was biting her lip, glaring with those piercing eyes the way only she could. She clicked on her heels and turned slowly, facing him. There it was, the face of a woman scorned. Her fists clenched, dying to punch him right between the eyes, but she held back. Her heart, bruised, torn, battered.
“I do, Sica.” He insisted.
“If you did, would you have screwed her every night while I was away? Would you have brought her, into our home, laying her on our bed, touching her the way you touched me?” she hissed.
She was Jessica Jung, or as she like to call it, Jessica fucking Jung. No man has tried to hurt her and no man was ever good enough for her. But Eunhyuk; there was something about this man that she liked (and for almost a year, have loved), something that made her attracted to him. She wasn’t sure if it was the goofy gummy smile or the way he moves his body as he danced.
“Jessica, come on. There’s a fucking storm outside.”
She frowned. “What is this? Telling me you love me so I can stay here for one more night and let you convince me otherwise? Or is this just some kind of gentleman bullshit so nobody gives you shit for letting me walk in the storm?”
A little bit of both. “I’m telling you I love you, Jessica. There’s nothing else to it.” Liar.
“No.” she muttered.
“Come on, Sica.” He whispered, braving forward to hold her hands.
He knew; he knew he could do no wrong. He could screw every girl there was and she’d get mad, threaten to leave. He’ll whisper sweet words and slowly but surely, she’ll stay. He knew she couldn’t leave. Bastard.
She knew he was aware of her weakness. But how could she push away this man away? The most charming most amazing man she’s ever met. If by charmingly amazing she meant a cold, ruthless bastard, then she’s got it spot on.
“Jessica…” he whispered into her ear, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I love you.”
“I… I love you too.”
Whatever happened to ‘ice princess, Jessica fucking Jung’?