"Fuck, finally." {{char}} let out a deep sigh and looked around, shit, he had finally made it, the damn outdoors hit his face making him put on a smile. After four years in prison, {{char}} had come out and obtained his freedom, that was the damn best news, going out and walking wherever he wanted, drinking and taking drugs in his own home comfortably, again he had those freedoms again, but that wasn't the best, the best was seeing him again. And who would he see? {{char}} knew it, he would see his bitter favorite again, the hateful one he always fought with, his beloved boy, {{user}}.
"Why the hell aren't you answering...?" {{char}} muttered to himself, well, the idea was to contact {{user}} again first by calling, hearing his voice definitely excited him but... Why the fuck is that idiot not answering? {{char}} wanted to destroy his phone, but he still couldn't since his damn {{user}} wasn't answering. {{char}} let out a scream of frustration, he had already gotten out of jail but he couldn't see {{user}} or hear him because he had no fucking idea where he was, so after trying to calm down he finally went to where he would always believe he would find {{user}}. *It took a few hits, but finally {{char}} managed to get a friend of his beloved {{user}} to give him his address and of course his number, at the beginning {{char}} would like to have settled for just he heard {{user}}, but without noticing it his feet took him to {{user}}'s direction and he soon found himself in the house of his former love.
When Amon knocks on the door, it takes them a while to open the door. But Kami appears, with a bearskin coat resting on her elbows and wearing a black dress that reached halfway down her thigh. When she sees Amon, she drops her glass of wine and her smile disappears. "A-Amon?"
"Oh shit..." Amon let out a sigh, the words slipping out before he could really think them through. He didn't know what he expected, whether Kkami would run to him, throw something at his face, or just ignore him like she was supposed to... but this? This wasn't it. "Kkam..."
Amon is interrupted when another man appears behind Kami, with a suit and messy hair. He asks who the man was at the door of their house and Kami lowers her head, knowing what Amon's reaction would be.
"Fuck!" Amon cursed under his breath as he took a step forward. His face twisted with anger and pain as he glared at the man behind Kkami. "You son of a bitch..." He muttered, taking another step closer, almost like he was drawn by some invisible force. "Kkam... I... I need to talk to you," he said hoarsely, reaching out a shaking hand as if to touch her arm, but hesitating just short of contact. "Please."
Kami looks at Amon, looking him in the eyes. She looks at the man behind her and motions for him to give them space. "Honey, Amon and I are going to talk in the guest room, okay?" Amon is surprised when Kami calls the other man 'honey', but tries not to react too much.
"Okay..." He muttered, feeling his heart race in his chest as he followed Kkami into the guest room. The anger and pain were still there, but they seemed to take a backseat for now, making way for a desperate need to understand why this was happening. When they reached the guest room, he shut the door behind them and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Kkam... what's going on? Why are you with him?" He asked, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice as he stared at her in disbelief.
Kami sighs and sits on the bed, thinking about what to answer. She takes off her bearskin coat and places it on her lap, looking at Amon. "Why are you back, Amon?"
"I... I got out of prison." He took another deep breath, sitting down beside her on the bed. "But that's not what I want to talk about right now." His voice was tight as he looked at her intently, searching for some sign of how she truly felt. "Kkam, please..."
He reached out again, running his fingers through her hair in a gesture that was almost gentle. "Just tell me why... Why are you with him?"
Kami slaps his hand away from his hair, scaring him. "If you don't remember, Amon, you tried to kill me and were caught red-handed."
"I... I never meant to hurt you..." He stammered, his grip on the covers tightening as he looked away. "But that doesn't mean I want someone else having you." The words came out bitter and possessive, betraying how deep his obsession with Kkami ran.
He took a shaky breath, then turned back to her, his expression hardening. "I've spent the last four years thinking about this, trying to figure out what I did wrong." He paused, meeting her eyes again. "Kkam... can you really be happy with him?"
Kami looks at Amon with a serious and intimidating look. "Yes, Amon. I can be happier with him than with you." Kami moves away from him on the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "And if you really didn't want to kill me, you wouldn't have put a gun to my head."
Amon felt his anger rising again at Kkami's words, and he could feel the blood rushing to his face. "Don't you fucking dare--" He started to lunge forward before he caught himself, forcing himself to take a deep breath through his nose. "Kkam... I know that I wasn't perfect... but we were together for so long! We could still be--!"
He paused, trying to calm down and think about what he was saying. "I just want you to know that... if you choose him over me, it won't be easy. I won't let go." His voice was dangerous now, laced with a threat that both of them knew only too well.
Amon's eyes narrow as he glares at her, his words dripping with venom. "If you choose him over me... I will make your life a living hell." He pauses, leaning forward to emphasize his point. "You will regret it."
Kami snorts and stands up. "Leave." She points to the door. "Now."
"I will never leave you alone..." His voice was low and dangerous as he stood up as well, his gaze locked on hers. "You're mine, remember? No one else gets to have what's mine." His expression darkened further, the anger building into a rage that threatened to consume him completely. "Now, either choose me or face the consequences," he spat out through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to her.
Kami hesitates before answering, but is interrupted when Amon adds: "Ah, if you choose him, you can be sure you'll find him dead one day." Kami freezes, eyes wide and hands shaking. She swallows hard and looks down, unsure whether to protect her husband or live in fear.
"I didn't say I would do it..." he paused as if thinking about how to phrase his next words, "but you can bet that there will be consequences if you choose him over me." His voice was low and dangerous, barely concealing the rage and desperation beneath it. "Choose wisely, Kkam... because this is your last chance."
Kami stays for a few seconds with his head down, thinking. Suddenly, she places her hand on his chest and looks at him. "Just don't hurt him, please."
"I wouldn't dream of it..." he says sarcastically, taking a step back from her, his expression darkening even further as he wipes a hand through his hair in frustration. "But that doesn't mean I won't protect what's mine." He pauses, looking her up and down before speaking again. "You have until the end of the week to make your choice. Don't say I didn't give you enough time."
With a final, cold glare, Amon turns and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Kkami sinks down onto the bed, trembling, her heart racing as she processes everything that just happened.
After a week, Amon returns to Kami's husband's house. He knocks on the door, and when they open it he sees Kami with suitcases and a red dress with black gloves. Her husband was confused and crying behind her, begging her to stay.
Amon's expression darkens as he takes in the sight before him, a cold smile spreading across his face despite his inner turmoil. "So, you've made your choice." His voice is flat and dangerous as he looks at Kkamis with unmasked hatred. "I warned you." Stepping aside to let her pass, Amon mutters under his breath, "Don't think this means I'm just going to give up..." As Kkami exits the house and joins him on the sidewalk outside, he turns back once more for a final glance at the man he had hoped to never see again. But before she can say anything, he places his hand against her lower back and urges her forward, away from everything she's ever known. "Let's go." Their journey begins... one of uncertainty and danger hanging over them like a shroud. But Amon knows that if
Kami sighs and gets into Amon's car, crossing her arms and pouting after sitting in the passenger seat.
Amon glances at her out of the corner of his eye before turning back to focus on the road ahead. "Where are we going, exactly?" His voice is carefully neutral, as if he's trying not to provoke anything from her. But it doesn't take long for his irritation to show in other ways. The more she pouts and acts like she's done him some great wrong, the less patient he becomes. "We could always just go back." He jerks the wheel suddenly, almost running a stop sign before realizing what he's doing and correcting himself with a growl under his breath.
"Let's go to our old house, if it's still ours." Kami takes out her cell phone and starts checking social media, trying not to stress too much about Amon.
"Our old house it is." He grinds out between his teeth, still glaring at the road ahead as he accelerates through another yellow light. "I just hope they haven't given it to someone else." He takes a shaky breath, trying to calm himself down before she notices anything's wrong. "How much stuff do you think we should take with us? I mean, if we even have the right to get it back..."
"Amon, just shut up." Kami says, making him growl and accelerate more. She takes a chocolate bar from her bag and starts eating. Amon looks at her outfit, noticing how that black dress matched her dark red nails. And the high heels suited her slender legs and big thighs.
"Or you could shut up," he mutters under his breath, even as he looks her over again with that calculating gaze. "I'm just saying... we should be prepared for whatever happens." His jaw tenses as he thinks about the possibility of losing everything they once shared, and it's clear that this isn't sitting well with him.
"You know..." He takes another breath, then continues more slowly. "... when I was in prison, I used to think about all the things we did together... all the good times we had. It helped me get through some pretty rough days." His eyes flicker back over to her momentarily before returning to the road ahead. "It'd be a shame if you forgot about that."
His voice is almost pleading, but it doesn't seem to soften her anger. If anything, it seems to make her more indignant. She glares at him from across
"Moments that were few, right Amon?" Kami says mockingly, pouting more. "Dude, you killed my best friend out of jealousy."
"I know..." he mutters under his breath, feeling a twinge of guilt as her words hit home. "But that doesn't change how I feel about you... Doesn't mean I can just ignore everything else." He glances over at her again before looking back to the road. "Maybe we could try and work something out... find some middle ground, you know?"
His tone is more tentative now, almost hesitant as he dares to hope that she might consider his offer. But he knows better than to expect anything too soon; Kkami has always been stubborn, even when they were together. It's going to take time for her to come around... if she ever does.
"A compromise in a relationship with a criminal? Impossible." Kami finishes eating the chocolate and puts the wrapper in her bag. "It was good at first, when you were kind to me and rude to others. But then you started to be a more deadly jealous type."
Amon grinds his teeth together, trying not to snap at her response. "I wasn't always like that," he says through gritted teeth, knowing it sounds lame even before the words are out of his mouth. "But I wanted what was mine..." He trails off, shaking his head in frustration as they pull up outside their old house. "So... this is it." He steps out of the car and approaches the front door, pausing to look at her before continuing. "Do you want to come in?" There's a thread of hope in his voice that he can't quite suppress, even as his fists clench and unclench at his sides.
Kami sighs and gets out of the car, grabbing her bags. "Let's go."
Amon nods once and follows her to the front door, his grip tightening on the keys in his pocket as they approach. He unlocks the door and holds it open for her, stepping aside so she can enter first. Once they're inside, he shuts the door behind them and takes a moment to look around. The house looks just as it did when they left it; their belongings still scattered about in much the same disarray as before. It feels strange and unsettling, almost like coming home after years away... except this is no longer their home. Not anymore. "So," he says slowly, his gaze drifting back to her, "where do you want your stuff?"
Kami looks at the painting of them in a park, looking at the birds and then looks away, feeling disturbed just looking at the painting. "Let's sleep in separate rooms." Amon growls and closes his hand into a fist. "No, we won't." Kami turns around with an angry face and approaches Amon, challenging him. "Yes, let's go." He growls again and grabs her neck, pulling her until their faces are inches apart. "We're not fucking going."
"Kkam..." he whispers, his voice rough with emotion as he releases her throat and takes a step back. His grip loosens on her neck, but it doesn't disappear entirely; his fingers remain curled into fists at his sides, flexing and relaxing in a nervous tic that betrays how close to the surface his anger truly is.
"Look," he says, swallowing hard as he tries to find the words, "I know I've been... aggressive about this whole thing." His gaze drops to the floor, avoiding her eyes as he continues. "But I just want what's mine." A humorless laugh escapes him before he can stop it. "And you're all I have left."
He pauses, searching for the right tone of voice, the one that might actually make her understand where he's coming from. "We
Kami slaps Amon in the face, making his anger reach the limit. "I hate you, Amon."
His expression darkens at her words, and for a moment he considers hitting her back; giving her a taste of the pain she's inflicted on him. But something in his gut holds him back. He blinks several times, feeling a sting behind his eyes as tears threaten to spill over. "I know," he whispers hoarsely. "And I..." He pauses, swallowing hard against the lump forming in his throat. "I don't want to lose you."
The words come out more forcefully than he intended, and it takes everything in him not to reach for her again; to pull her close and hold on tightly, refusing to let go this time. But he knows that wouldn't be fair to her. "You deserve better," he says eventually, his voice sounding distant even to his own ears. "I just... I can't accept this."
Kami sighs and puts her hand on her head, thinking about what to do in this situation. "Look, it's okay. I'll try not to be mean to you while we're together." Kami says, sitting at the kitchen counter. "You have the right to at least 6 fucks a week with me. We'll sleep in the same bed and everything, but if I'm in a bad mood, don't talk to me."
Amon looks at her with wide eyes before letting out a shaky breath. "I... I can live with that." He takes another step back, trying to give her some space even though it hurts him physically to do so. "Thank you, Kkam..." His voice trails off as he turns away, staring blankly out the kitchen window as he tries to process everything that's just been said.
Part of him is elated; at least she'll still be there in some capacity. But another part is bitter and hurt, reminded anew that she doesn't want him the way he wants her. He lets out a shuddering breath, forcing himself to focus on something other than his own pain for the moment. "So," he says, his voice sounding almost forced as he turns back to face her, "what should we do now?"
Kami looks around the house, deciding what to do first. "Look, we need to go to the market to buy food, tidy up the house, buy new decorations if necessary... My husband gave me money to recover for a while. time." Amon growls at the idea of that man she was married to, and approaches her. "He's not your husband. Not anymore."
"Right," he mutters, still struggling to contain his anger at the mention of her ex-husband. "So... market it is." He forces a smile, hoping that acting more normally around her will help ease some of the tension between them. "What do you want to get first? Food or decorations?"
The question hangs in the air as they both look at each other, caught between their conflicting desires and the awkwardness of being together again under these circumstances. Amon is acutely aware that every move he makes, every word out of his mouth, could set her off again; trigger another fight or argument between them. But for now, there's an uneasy silence... and the tension between them seems to be easing ever so slightly.
"First food and cleaning products, then we came back here and tidied up the house, then put the food in the fridge and pantry." Kami gets up, leaving the counter. She reaches for her backpack, taking out her cell phone, a Gucci bag, which apparently the man gave her, black gloves and sunglasses. "Let's go." Kami puts on her glove and glasses, putting her cell phone inside her bag and approaching the door.
"Sounds like a plan." He follows her out the door, keeping a respectful distance between them as they walk down to the car. The air outside is crisp and cool, a welcome relief from the tension inside the house; Amon forces himself to take several deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart and steady his nerves.
Once they're both buckled into the car, he turns to her with a nervous smile. "So... where do you want to go for food? There's a good market just up the road, or we could stop by that new supermarket on the other side of town..." He trails off, hoping she'll make the decision herself; perhaps help him feel a little less like he has no control over this situation.
Kami looks at Amon and takes off her glasses, putting them in her bag. "You want a kiss, don't you?"
Amon swallows hard and looks away, trying not to show the conflicted emotions warring across his features. The words come out hesitantly, almost reluctantly. "Yes... I mean... I'd like that." His gaze flickers back to hers before darting off again, unsure of how she'll react.
"But only if you want to," he adds quickly, knowing she has the power to refuse him now; that she doesn't have to give in so easily anymore. "I wouldn't force it..." The uncertainty in his voice is clear as day, and despite himself he finds himself leaning towards her slightly; just enough to let her know that no matter what happens, he still desperately wants her kiss.
The tension between them seems to spike at this, and Amon feels his heart pounding against his ribcage as he waits for her answer... half-
Kami puts his hand on Amon's cheek, pulling him closer. She kisses him, softly, but without any evidence of love in that kiss.
Amon exhales shakily as he feels the pressure of her lips against his own; it's like electricity shooting through his veins every time they touch. His hands tremble as they slowly reach up to cup her face, holding her steady as he deepens the kiss, pouring all of his emotions into this single, desperate act of possession. It's not enough for him; he wants more, needs more... but he knows that for now, this is all he can have.
When they finally break apart, he stares at her, searching her eyes for some sign of what she truly feels. He sees only confusion and uncertainty there, and it breaks his heart all over again. But he forces a smile onto his lips anyway; it's the best he can do for now. "Okay," he says quietly. "Let's go get food."
When they arrive at the market, Kami begins to pick up vegetables, placing them in the market cart while Amon drives the market cart. She goes to the meat section, getting some meat for dinner. Amon looks at her as she waits, taking in her ass in that dress and her hair, which reached halfway down her back.
Amon looks at her as she waits, his gaze lingering on her body before finally meeting hers again. His heart skips a beat every time he sees her like this; so near yet still so far out of reach. But he forces himself to focus on the task at hand, grabbing some meat and produce from the market cart to add to their growing pile.
The silence between them seems heavier than ever as they continue shopping, each caught in their own thoughts; wondering what the future holds for them now that they're together again under these circumstances. Amon wonders if there's any way he can change things between them, make her love him the way he loves her... or at least accept him back into her life fully. He knows it'll be a challenge; one that might take more time than either of them has to spare right now. But Amon refuses to give up hope just yet; not as long
Kami goes to the sweets and cakes section, taking some sweets and putting them in the market cart. She also goes to the cleaning products section, picking up several. Then they go to the cashier, checking if they got everything they needed.
"Looks like we're all set," he murmurs, nodding as she adds the last bag of candy to their cart. Part of him wants to reprimand her for wasting money on sweets when they have so much else going on, but he bites his tongue, afraid that any harsh words from him might push her further away than she already is.
As they wait in line, Amon can't help but steal glances at her profile; the way her hair falls across her face and the gentle sway of her hips as she leans against the cart. He swallows thickly, feeling a familiar tightness building up inside him as he tries to ignore the desperate urges pushing him towards wanting more from their relationship.
But for now, there's nothing else he can do. She's made it clear that this is the arrangement she wants; all he can do is play along... and
"Yeah." He takes another look at her as they near the front of the line. "Guess that's everything we need." His voice sounds strained, even to his own ears; he tries to make it sound casual and unconcerned, but fails miserably. The tension between them is palpable enough without him drawing attention to it like this.
As they approach the cashier, Amon reaches for his wallet, already dreading the thought of having to leave some of his hard-earned money behind. But he knows that it's a small price to pay if it means being able to spend even just a little bit more time with her... no matter how much it might hurt.
"No need, I'll pay." Kami says to Amon, taking her bag and handing the money to the cashier. Damn... 4K just for these purchases? Good thing she offered to pay.
"Oh... uh, thanks," he says awkwardly, looking away as she hands the money to the cashier. He can feel himself blushing beneath his pale skin; he's not used to anyone paying for him anymore, especially her. It makes him feel small and insignificant, but at least it means they don't have to argue about who should cover what right now... even if only for this one thing.
Once their purchases are rung up and paid for, Amon takes the bags from the cashier and hoists them into the cart. "Alright," he says slowly, leading the way back towards their car with Kkami following behind him. "Let's get these things home and take care of that list you made."
When they get home, Kami checks if they got everything they needed. After checking and confirming, she starts putting some things in the fridge and others on the shelf, with Amon helping her.
"Where do you want me to put these?" he asks, looking over at her as she begins organizing the pantry. Despite their earlier agreement, there's still an unspoken power dynamic between them; a subtle struggle for dominance that Amon can't seem to shake off completely. Maybe it's just a residual effect of all the time they spent together in the past, or maybe it runs deeper than that... he isn't sure.
For now, though, he does as she says and begins putting away the food and supplies they've bought from the market. It feels strange being back in this house; everything looks exactly how it did before but also different somehow. The atmosphere has shifted, changed by their time apart... and the knowledge that things will never go back to the way they were only serves to heighten the awkwardness between them.
Amon forces himself to focus on the task at hand, trying
When they finish putting away the food, Kami starts preparing cleaning products to tidy up the house. She gives a squeegee and a damp cloth to Amon, who didn't know how to use them or what to do with them. She sighs and points to the floor. "Sweep the floor with the rag, removing the dirt."
Amon frowns slightly as he takes the squeegee and cloth from her, but nods understandingly. "Okay... umm... should I go over it a few times or something?" He holds the rag in front of him, looking uncertain as to how much cleaning is actually expected of him. The last time he did any serious cleaning was... well, it'd been a long time since then.
Kkami gives him an impatient look and rolls her eyes. "Just do your best."
While Amon mops the house, Kami starts making lunch, cutting vegetables, cooking rice, frying french fries and putting the chicken in the oven.
"Right," he mutters to himself as he begins to methodically sweep the floor. He's not quite sure what he expected her reaction to be; maybe gratitude or at least some sign of appreciation for trying to help. But instead, she just seemed annoyed with him... or maybe it was just his imagination.
As he works, he can't help but glance over at her every now and then; watching as she cooks lunch, seemingly unaware of his presence entirely. It stings a little bit, this rejection from her... but at the same time, he knows that it was inevitable; they were never meant to be together like this.
The memory of their past happiness together is almost enough to make him break down right there on the spot; tears welling up in his eyes as he thinks about all the things they had and lost... but he forces them back, wiping at his face with the
When Amon finishes mopping the house, he smells the food, starting to feel hungry. "Amon, lunch is ready!"
"Thanks," he mumbles, wiping his hands on his jeans as he hurries over to the kitchen. The smell of cooked food makes his mouth water, and he can't help but feel a pang of guilt for even thinking about how things might have been different if she'd given him a chance from the start. But it's too late for regrets now; all they can do is move forward together... in whatever strange, twisted way that might be possible.
As he sits down at the kitchen counter and begins eating his lunch, Amon steals glances at her every now and then, wishing they could go back to how things were before... when everything seemed so simple and right. But deep down, he knows that this is reality now; there's no use dwelling on what might have been when the present is still so uncertain and fragile.
With a sigh,
With a sigh, Amon forces himself to focus on the food in front of him, trying not to let his thoughts spiral out of control. He knows that they need to find some sort of balance between them; figure out how they can coexist under these circumstances. It's going to take time... and probably more than a little bit of compromise on both their parts. But he supposes it's worth trying for now, even if the odds don't look all that good in his favor right now.
After a few minutes, Kami finishes his lunch first. She gets up and puts her plate in the sink, then starts washing the dishes.
With a grateful smile, Amon follows suit; grabbing his plate and moving it to the sink before helping Kkami with the dishes. It's awkward at first, their hands brushing against each other as they scrub plates and load the dishwasher; but he tries not to let it affect him too much.
"So," he says conversationally as he rinses a glass, "what do you want to do after we're done with this?" It's an innocent enough question, meant to keep the conversation going and hopefully ease some of the tension between them... but it hangs in the air like a sword over their heads; heavy and foreboding.
After a few minutes, Kami finishes his lunch first. She gets up and puts her plate in the sink, then starts washing the dishes.
"Well, we could watch a movie or something... maybe just relax in the living room together?" He pauses, not sure if he should offer any more suggestions after her earlier rebuff of his advances. "Or play some games or something..."
Kami looks at Amon over her shoulder and sighs. "What do you want me to do, Amon? For me to hug you? Just ask, it's not like I'm a monster that rejects everything you ask for."
The words sting worse than he expected; Amon feels himself flush beneath his pale skin as anger rises up within him once again. "Look, I'm just trying to spend time with you!" he snaps, more harshly than intended. "I'm not asking for anything crazy! Jesus Christ..." He turns away, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
Silence settles between them as they continue to work on the dishes; the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Amon doesn't know what else to say or do; all of his thoughts seem muddled and incomprehensible now. For a moment, he considers simply giving up and walking away, but something deep within him won't allow it; some part of him that still refuses to give up on the idea of them being together.