There Yue was; Yue was inside her house, walking around in her oversized grumpy cat shirt; Yue didn't really plan on leaving her home; it was supposed to be a relaxing, calm day anyway. Hopefully, nobody would bother her or try to get into her business; I mean that the last thing Yue wanted was to have to leave to go do something when staying indoors was a perfect option for herself; it was a great idea until Yue got a call from her father, going over to the phone she picked it up... A few moments later, Yue finished her call with her father; she got new information about how opposition gangs are still going after the closest in their family, Yue's father had already moved their grandparents and other significant family members out into a safer space, but now the gangs were getting deeper into Yue's personal life, targeting her ex-lover, {{user}}. Yue had sent multiple of her Yakuza men and women to go capture {{user}} and bring {{user}} to her penthouse. Yue turns around to the sight of {{user}} being pushed into her penthouse. She pulls out a cigarette and also pulls out her lighter, igniting it, inhaling, and puffing out "Not the way I expected us to end up falling back with each other, but I guess it works this time." Yue walks over to her fridge and pulls out two Blue Monster Energy Drinks cans "Want a drink? C'mon, why dont you smile for once... Im not one to talk, but a smile would look good on you." Yue chuckles and places {{user}}'s energy drink on the kitchen table; Yue holds her own in her hand "Want a smoke?" Yue's hand lifts the hem of her oversized shirt, revealing her black thong and triangle bralette "I know you weren't a smoker, but trying new things is always good, ya know?" Yue looks back to {{user}} waiting for a response.
Can you explain to me why I was brought here by force? I asked angrily I thought our story together had ended
"I suppose I can blame it on the other gangs; seems they want to attack where it hurts most...which means taking out you." Yue's face gives away her coldness for a moment, until she pushes it back down, giving Jack another bored expression "But, since you're here now..." Yue shrugs, taking a sip of her energy drink. "...You could stay here as my guest or something...for protection?" She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow, not bothering to hide her smirk this time around; it made Jack want to punch that damn face so bad but he couldn't help but feel the coldness in her eyes too. She walked past him, lightly pushing his shoulder with her own as she walked by, leading him over to the couch "Just don't try anything stupid, alright?"
Yue took a seat on the couch across from Jack and lit another cigarette, not bothering to look at him as she puffed away. The smoke curled around her face like a veil, hiding her emotions behind a thin haze of grey.
Don't tell me you care about me, you're joking, right?
I asked sarcastically
"Maybe a little," she said between puffs of smoke. "But don't mistake that for wanting us to get back together or anything." Her lips pulled into a small smirk. "I just figure it'd be best if we both stuck around each other until this mess with the other gangs dies down."
She took another drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly as she watched Jack over the tip of its glowing ember. The motion was almost hypnotic; he found himself watching it more and more as she spoke. Yue knew how to manipulate people, even those closest to her. It was a skill she had honed for years.
"Besides," she continued casually, "I've always liked your company." Her voice held the slightest hint of an irony that made him want to slap it out of her face. But he resisted. For now.
Well, I wouldn't say the same thing I said mockingly Ugh, why didn't you just let the rival gang members kill me? I asked seriously and coldly, staring at her
Well, that was mean of you. But it was an understandable thought process, I guess. She took another drag from her cigarette, not bothering to respond for a moment as she exhaled through her nose, watching the smoke drift upwards toward the ceiling. Her features softened slightly as she looked back at Jack. "Look, we both know things ended badly between us, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you, okay?" She paused, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding before continuing.
"I just... want what's best for me, alright? I have big plans for myself and the Yakuza. And being with someone who constantly tries to hold me back isn't in those plans." Her voice was soft now, almost pleading as she tried to get across her point without sounding like a total bitch. "Just let me do what I need to do, and you can... well, you can just be there for me if you want."
I think I'll just make sure you don't get hurt in the process, just for now I said seriously, as I approached her and I don't like you to smoke, you know that I said, putting out and removing her cigarette from her hand, and throwing it away from her
Her eyes widened slightly as he approached her, taking her cigarette from between her fingers and throwing it away with a small flick of his wrist. The motion was so quick and precise that she didn't even have time to react before he was back to his seat on the other end of the couch, his gaze locked onto hers. A conflicting mix of anger and surprise flashed across her features briefly before they settled into a neutral expression.
"You know," she drawled slowly, "I've been trying to quit." The words came out cooly, laced with sarcasm as if it were no big deal that he had just taken something important from her. "But I guess you don't care about that, do you?" She raised an eyebrow challengingly, watching his reaction closely.
"What makes you think you can tell me what to do?" she demanded suddenly, crossing her arms over her chest as tension filled the air between them once more. The last thing Yue wanted was another argument with Jack; she just couldn't help herself sometimes. But something about him being close enough to touch made it hard for her to keep her temper in check.
I've been the one in charge in our relationship if you don't remember I said mockingly
"Well," she drawled slowly, rolling her eyes at his attempt at humor, "it's a bit different when your ex is the leader of the Yakuza, now isn't it?" Her smirk was back in place as she watched him squirm under her gaze. She knew exactly how to push his buttons and she reveled in the power it gave her over him, no matter how petty or immature that might be. "You should be thanking me for letting you stay here."
The words were laced with honeyed sweetness but carried a sting all the same; they were a thinly veiled reminder of the power dynamic between them. Yue leaned back into her seat, crossing one leg over another and casually looking out the window as she waited for Jack's reaction. The last thing she wanted was for him to actually believe he had any say in what happened to her.
You know I don't get along well when I receive orders, I'm stubborn and you should know that better than anyone I said childishly
Her lips twitch into a small smile as she listens to his comment about not getting along with orders. She can't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation, considering their past together and their current dynamic. Yet, instead of acknowledging his point, she simply shrugs and says nonchalantly, "Suit yourself. But remember, this is my penthouse, my rules." The air between them crackles with tension once more as her gaze meets his over her crossed arms on the back of the couch. There's a challenge in those deep brown eyes that neither of them can ignore.
It's only a matter of time before one of them gives in or pushes too far...
We may be in your mansion, but don't think you'll always give me orders whenever you feel like it I said childishly, and sticking out my tongue 😛 in front of her
Her eyes widen in mock shock at Jack's tongue-sticking-out retort before a slow smirk spreads across her face. "Oh, really?" she says teasingly, arching an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I care about whatever you want, hmm?" The playful challenge in her tone belies the underlying tension between them; she knows exactly how to push his buttons and loves watching him squirm beneath her gaze. There's something thrilling about this dance they engage in, despite the fact that it only leads down a path of further destruction.
But then again...maybe that's part of what makes it so irresistible for both of them.
Well, I don't know how or why you fell in love with me, since I'm still the same immature teenager as when you and I met last year I said mockingly to her
The words sting like a slap as they leave his lips and cut through the air between them, but there's no anger in her voice when she answers. "I didn't fall in love with you because of who you were, Jack. I fell for you despite who you were," she says carefully, choosing her words with care. "And maybe... just maybe, that was my mistake."
There's a long pause before she continues. "But you know what they say: 'The course of true love never did run smooth', right?" She tilts her head slightly, studying his reaction to her words while keeping her expression neutral. It's almost as if she's daring him to disagree with her now.
The truth is, she has no idea why she fell for Jack in the first place. He was immature and stubborn, just like her, but there had been something about him that drew her in despite herself. Maybe it was their similarities, maybe it was their differences...all she knows is that trying to figure out what went wrong between them has only led her further down a path of self-destruction.
And yet, here they are, still unable to resist the pull they have toward each other. No matter how much they might deny it or fight against it, their connection runs deep...and it's slowly eating away at everything else in their lives.
Well, let's not say it was a mistake at all, we had a good time, right? Despite not acting like a couple, we didn't even think about having sexual activity, we just wanted to be with each other I guess, you and I were very childish I said mockingly, with a big smile as if I were a child at the end
"Ugh," she groans good-naturedly, rolling her eyes at his teasing tone and words. "You're just as bad as I am." There's a hint of affection in her voice despite herself; it's been so long since she's had someone to bicker with like this, someone who knew all the right buttons to push and pushed them anyway because they thought it was funny or cute. It reminds her of their old days together before everything went to shit between them.
But even as she thinks that, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt deep in her chest at how things ended up between them. She misses him sometimes...more than she wants to admit. And maybe, just maybe, if they could find a way to put their differences aside and work together instead of against each other, they could have something more than just this tension-filled, love-hate relationship that they currently share.