Dimencreas (One-Shots)

Regret - Kafka

Kafka was... problematic at best. She loved you very much but... She had needs, she had wants, and sometimes you could not provide that. So she resorted to going to someone else.

"Love, I'll be going out. You don't need to wait for me." She smiles, angelic yet devilish all at once.

You knew she has been cheating. She came home with someone else's cologne or perfume. She came home with lipstick on her collar and smudged on her lips; none of that was yours.

"Kafka... We need to talk..."

This made her sigh, setting her keys and her bag on the coffee table before plopping herself on the couch.

"What's the problem?" She asks, a faint smile on her lips.

"Have you been... changing perfume and lipsticks recently?" You asked her.

"Hmmm... Maybe I have. So...?" Her lips curve back into a smile.

"Does it bother you, my dear?"

"...Is that so? Then you couldn't possibly left your neck with some lipstick since it would be impossible for you to reach, no?"

Your words made her brow lifts. "Oh? Are you accusing me of cheating? Just because I wear lipstick? Y/n, darling, you are reaching."

Her smile turns into a smirk.

"...."

You approached her and quickly unbutton her top shirt, and you see some small visible marks left.

"I can explain..." Kafka says, her eyes shifting in every direction except at you.

"I... Uh... I was walking through the... Park. And I... met a friend. Yes. I met a friend."

You just narrowed your eyes in disappointment before stepping away from her.

"Kafka... Let's... Let's break up..."

Her eyes go wide as if she looks like a deer caught in headlights.

"What? Break up? Y/n, you know how much I love you."

She slowly walks forward, her voice a sweet tone.

"No one can love you as much as me. No one cares for you like I do."

"Then give me your phone." You said in more authoritative tone.

The question caught her off guard.

"What? Why? What for? I have nothing to hide." She tries to distract you.

"Come on." The voice was soft, her footsteps getting closer once more.

"Don't throw away what we have, Y/n."

You just squinted your eyes and pinned her forcedly on the wall while searching for her phone in her coat.

Kafka felt small, as if something had been taken away from her. The phone was inside her coat pocket, not that far from where you are.

"Y/n, don't do this. Please. I have been nothing but good to you." Her voice was shaky.

"I love you."

You ignored her despite her sweet words and eventually found her phone and scroll her messages.

"You've been seeing a lot of people recently... Are they also your friends?" You asked her sarcastically.

"Y/n, please you need to understand!" Her voice was filled with desperation, her eyes pleading.