Broken Vases. Broken Hearts. Broken Husbands.
Title: Broken Vases. Broken Hearts. Broken Husbands.
Pairing: married!Yun/Jae~
Rating: PG-13 for language & "suggestive" language
Warning: Unbeta-ed & character death. Result of random ideas. BEWARE.
Disclaimer: They belong to each other (:
Summary: A cheating, regretful husband + a depressed, furious husband = ? (hint: chaos)
A/N: Yep, another death!fic. Bear with me~
“Jae! Open the door!”
You can tell he’s crying as he bangs the doors of your house.
“Please?”
He begs for you to look at him in a whisper. He's probably losing his voice due to the fact that he's been yelling outside your house since the early morning. Now, it's almost midnight. On the other side of the door, yours tears wet the sweater you’re wearing. You take it off and tear it with brute force as you remember the day he gave it to you.
“Hey, Jae. I’ve noticed that you never had a really warm sweater so here’s mine. Every time you wear it, think of me holding you and warming you up. ‘Kay?”
What sweet words…You snap back to reality when he bangs the door again.
“Jae! What are you doing in there?! Baby, please! Let me explain!"
You cover your ears. You don’t want to listen to his lies. Those lies you foolishly believed.
“Oh, I’m busy with work so I’ll be home late.”
“I’m meeting with a client.”
“My friend’s in Seoul and asked me to meet with him”
“I need go buy something.”
“I love you.”
All those excuses that you thought were sincere… were just lies. LIES. With your blurry vision, you make out the shining silver band on your left hand. The ring that symbolized your love. You chuckle. Love, my ass. You yank the ring off and throw it somewhere in the room (not that you care). Your knees feel weak and you slump to the ground. You hug your knees while you feel the vibration of the door as he tries to get into your home. Again. All of a sudden, the banging stops. Ha, he finally gave up. Wait. No, he’s still there. Sobbing loudly. He tries to talk to you in a cracked voice.
You know he’s been outside for several hours. You know it’s raining outside. You know he’s desperate to talk to you. You know he’s going to get a cold because of his vain personality that demands to wear a v-neck t-shirt in the winter. You know that deep down inside, you can’t help the fact that you still have some damned feelings for him.
But you also know that he’s been cheating on you with that slutty secretary of his since the beginning of your marriage. Your now know that all those excuses were to go out and meet her. You know that he’s sorry guilty.
But you wonder if he knows what this is doing to you. You wonder if he’s feeling completely miserable like yourself.
You want to pretend that you’ve never found out about his affair. You wish to rewind to the time when you were happy. You wish with all your soul to forget about everything and accept him again even if he’s fucking that bitch behind your back. You wish for all this pain to go away.
A little voice in the back of your head gives you an idea. You spot the glass vase with flowers he gave you a couple of days ago as an apology for coming home late, probably from staying with that whore. You get up, legs still a little wobbly but you manage to get to the antique table with the vase. You intentionally knock it over, breaking it into a million shards. You laugh to yourself. The tiny pieces of shattered glass remind you of your own heart when you read that 1 text message on his phone:
hey babe~ yesterday was so hot!!!!! i can still feel u inside me <3 2 bad that stupid husband of urs cut us off after the 4th round *pout* i love u~~~ ^0^ what explanation are u gonna use next time? i hav an idea! say that u hav 2 work OT again, i wanna do it on ur desk again, it makes me feel kinky (:< miss u <3
You grab the largest shard of glass and hold it to your wrist. Just as your start to slide it against your skin, that bastard starts pounding on the door again.
“Jae, I’m sorry! Forgive me! Please! It was a mistake!”
Anger bubbles up inside you and you can’t repress it any longer.
“WHAT THE FUCK, YUNHO. YOU’RE SORRY?! BULL SHIT.”
“I REALLY AM!”
“IF YOU REALLY LOVED ME, YOU WOULD’VE NEVER DONE SUCH DESPICABLE ACTS!”
Now it’s his time to feel pain. You continue what you started with the shard. You cut yourself once. Twice. Now you’re furiously cutting yourself. Sadly, there’s no pain. You feel so numb that the blood spilling from your arms don’t scare you even though you are hemophobic. And the continuous tears rolling down your cheeks which drop onto the self-inflicted wounds make you wonder: Am I that numb to pain? You slowly make your way to the oak door (the razor sharp piece of glass still in your left hand) where you can hear him grunting as he hopelessly bangs on the door. You unlock all 5 security locks and right when you open the door, he grabs you. Pulling you into a strong embrace. His face is drenched with tears rain and his eyes are puffy from bawling. He finally notices the blood. His eyes widen. You smile. That’s what you wanted right? Undivided attention and love? You reach up to his face with the shard in your hand. You etch a 재호 into his cheek. He’s too terrified and shocked to say or do anything.
“J-Jae?”
You look at him straight in the eyes and repeat the words that you have been keeping in what’s left of your heart:
“I. Hate. You. Jung Yunho.”
Then all the tension from your body melts away and you peacefully close your eyes, ignoring the agonizing cries from your ex-lover.
~~~
OT= over time
hemophobic=fear of blood
재호= JaeHo <3
Bleh. I was in the killing mood. (:< *dodges tomatoes&bricks*
Sorry, I think I went a little overboard with the strike throughs...
Comments for the newbie [a.k.a. me]? :D