Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

46 - Angelslaughter

Jaeyun's pov

That bitch of a life drove me straight into a ditch.

She was the kind of bitch even STDs wouldn't slow in her heresy — the kind that drags you down your darkest paths and makes you watch a nineteen‑year‑old boy take his own life.

Nineteen years wasted killing for money that never bought back a family, save for a 'brother' who couldn't even steal a viable lung

"I'm sorry Riki," I murmured, taking a pull and sliding the cigarette between his lips.

"For what?" He dragged a lungful from it before stubbing the butt on the hood we were sitting on. "For killing me? Of course you are." He spat coldly, then coughed.

I lowered my head, staring at the ashes melting into the jet-black hue of my Mercedes.

"But you're forgiven." He patted my shoulder, drawing a genuine smile from me. "Because thanks to you, I finally get a break from whatever that life was."

I shook my head, my smile fading instantly as guilt hit me for the thousandth time.

"This isn't a fucking break, Riki." My eyes caught the gun tucked in his jacket pocket. "Do you even fucking get that this is death?!"

He sighed, staring at the horizon instead of me — the harsh reminder he'd rather have buried. Still, he had a point. When someone spends their life playing with others' deaths, they disconnect from their own. Believing they're immortal... until the reaper comes and hits them from behind.

I backstabbed Riki.

"Jae," Riki called out. My eyes locked on him. "Trust me, dying's a fucking blessing. You'll get it when it's your turn."

I took his word for it, but I wasn't ready to leave this life before I fucked that bitch harder than she ever did me.

"I've got it already." I nodded, holding back my worries; they weren't worth spoiling Riki's last moments.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, staring at the darkness of the sky and the city lights below. That, and this goddamn guilt, tightening at my throat. I couldn't bring myself to accept this ending.

Riki's head dropped onto my shoulder. I ran my hand through his hair, a faint smile tugging at his lips as the air grew colder.

"I lov—"

Riki gave his gun a quick rack, cutting me off. My blood froze. Was he really about to end our moment like that? As if a part of me weren't dying with him, as if I didn't even deserve a proper goodbye.

Without thinking, I pushed him off and grabbed his hands to disarm him. He didn't resist, just threw them up like an innocent child.

Fuck.

My eyes widened. Pretty boy was still tucked in his jacket.

Riki's gaze darkened, boring into mine. Confusion spread across my face. It was as if he knew something I didn't. Since he wasn't going to tell me, I glanced behind us.

I struggled to figure out who it was, but when I did, I cursed the heavens. That dirty-blonde bitch Riki had been fucking every day for a month was aiming at his back.

Not only was he a bitch, but Yang Jungwon was also a fucking cop who'd given me hell not long ago, bragging about how I got his colleague executed like some heartless bastard.

Panic hit me. I shook Riki's shoulder, trying to snap him out of it, but he just stared at his feet, silent. Goddamn it lil' brother, it wasn't your lung that was failing you. It was that bitch.