Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 14

I cried and cried until I choked on my tears.

Jaeyun stroked my back as the lukewarm water ran down my hair and back. I refused to touch my body for fear of hurting myself; he was the only one I trusted in this world of Gods and monsters.

"Rose my love." He started.
"What happened? I need to know."

Would he still love me if I told him I was tracking a killer? Yes, a thousand times. The problem was that Jaeyun would make my problem his own. He'd start by sacrificing his life to find this man, then squander entire fortunes to ensure he went to prison. And then what?

Five months later, the psychopath would be released for good behavior and return to a life of crime. It wasn't fair. He deserved to suffer the same fate as his victims until his life became a distant memory.

"I love you Jae."

Two dimples appeared on his cheeks as he heard these words. He didn't show them often; yet they were reserved exclusively for me.

"Say it again."

I turned my head slightly to see him. His lips rested on my right shoulder, as my gaze met his. The angels had rewarded me; he was back, but for how long? I was worried.

"I love you Jaeyun."

A first wet kiss on my skin. He stopped and looked up, catching my smile. He was playing with me.

"I love you?"

Another one. I was hungry for more.

I said it once more, then twice, then five times, until I lost count. Each time, the same scenario repeated itself. His lips gave me the warmest, softest, and most meaningful kisses, all the way down to my collarbone. My eyes closed on their own.

"And you. Do you love me?"

He started by ignoring my question and then turned his attention to my other, neglected shoulder. It was torture, and I was pretty sure I could sue him for that.

"Say a number between one and one hundred."

Wrong sentence, I shuddered.

"Hmm." I pretended.
"One hundred."

I got exactly one hundred words of love and fifty kisses. Why only fifty? Because for the other half, I pulled him into the bathtub fully clothed and made sure he couldn't move. I felt more reassured and safe.

"Darling, don't fall asleep here."

I cradled my head against him, closing my eyes tighter. Blah-blah-blah.

"Use your big arms Sim."

Exhaustion knocked me out, making it easier for sleep to take over. I was unknowingly sinking into an endless rest lasting three days.

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"Where's my fucking phone?!"

I shook my head until it dislocated. I didn't know. I had it, but not anymore. Why does he come back? I had nothing but tears to offer him. I was sorry without feeling remorse. Nothing disappeared by chance. He grabbed my head and slammed it against the floor so many times that my brain showed through my tattered skin.

"Let's admit it Rose. You know where the phone is, right?"

My name in his mouth sounded sinful, and I regretted being named that way. If I was lying, he'd have every right to take me to hell with him. Was I lying? I'd forgotten about the phone and didn't even know if it was truly lost. Forget, disappear, lost - I was playing with words. I had to accept my fate.