kingheechul: (pumps fist)
lunacy. emptiness. panic. delusion. ([personal profile] kingheechul) wrote2013-09-06 07:55 am

happy anniversary, love

happy anniversary, love
angst / r / oneshot
It’s about time I make everyone understand one important thing.

“You’re home late.”

“Had to work overtime.”



“Hmm. The shop has been busy lately, they needed help. I volunteered.”

Liar. Your boss needed you, not them.

“I see. You’re hungry, aren’t you? I bet you are. I’ll re-heat the food.”

“Nah, I’m exhausted. I’m heading straight to bed.”

But I cooked your favorite. Steak, didn’t you say you wanted it? You liked home-cooked meals. I even took cooking lessons just for you.

“Aren’t you at least going to take a hot bath? I’ll prepare the tub.”

Please, I can’t stand smelling her scent on you. Please sa—

“I’m tired. I really can’t. Heading to bed now, good night.”

No good night kisses? No hugs? Not even an I love you?

I didn’t realize I had been laughing until I heard it. Letting my feet take control of me, it led me to the kitchen. As I stared at the feast on the table I worked hard for the whole day, I tried to stop myself from pounding my head on the wall.


Yes, Kyungsoo, you’re pathetic. Even more pathetic than your sorry excuse of a husband and his cheating ass.

I’m not even going to try and convince myself that this is just some kind of a phase and he’ll eventually stop. No. I did that three years and did he stop? No. He did not. He never did.


My man is an asshole. But I love that asshole. I love him even if he had a fling with our wedding planner. I love him even if he’s a slob. I love him even if he went home wasted one night and blurted out how this Chinese guy gave the best blowjob. I still love him even when a girl showed up and claimed that she’s pregnant with my then fiancé’s child. I offered her financial assistance in exchange of keeping mum about the identity of her baby’s father. Until now, I’m still sending her money every month without the knowledge of my husband.

I still love him even if he breaks my heart over and over again.

He thinks I know nothing and I’d like to keep it that way. But people have their limits and I’m at mine. I’ve been patient and generous for way too long.

I’m not up for sharing. I never was. This has got to stop. I am putting an end to this.

It’s about time I make everyone understand one important thing. Them fools better fucking get this through their thick heads, Kim Jongin is mine just as much as I’m his. He might fool around with them but at the end of the day, he’s married to me and he comes home to our house.

I made a beeline to the bedroom where my little devil is slumbering. I turned on the night lamp and then straddled his hips. I stared at him for a moment before moving.

I moved my hips, grinding my ass against his clothed crotch as I slipped a hand under his shirt, working its way up to his nipple. He groaned, cracking an eye open and shook his head. “Not tonight, hmm?” he said as he placed his hands on my waist to keep me in place.

I stopped.

He denied me sex. The fucking sex machine just denied me sex. “I can’t believe you…” I whispered. Whether or not he heard me, I didn’t care. “You’re willing to have sex with people you barely know but not me? Your husband?”

I was aware that I was hurting him as my nails dug into his chest. That’ll surely leave a mark. And marking him is what I’m here for. “Can’t I at least have my way with you tonight for putting up with your bullshit all these years?” I could tell he was stunned, but he didn’t speak. Coward. “You can’t continue doing this to me, Jongin. I could only take so much. But god, I love you. I love you…I love you…”

By now, I’ve already pulled his boxers down. Not breaking eye contact with him, I started stroking his cock, running my hand up and down the length. “You’re mine, you hear me? All mine…”






Up and down my hand went earning a soft moan from my obviously pleasured husband. “I don’t see you struggling. But you see, if you do…” I paused. “I suggest you don’t. Just don’t.” I rubbed the tip of his already hardened cock and leaned down to give it a lick. He moaned. “I knew you’d like it…”


At the pet name. I snapped and squeezed his cock in my hand as tight as I could. He winced in pain. “Yes…yes I’m your baby and your baby loves you.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged on it, I winced in pain. But that didn’t really hurt. That was nothing compared to the emotional pain he’s caused me. I was once again face to face with his angry member. I smiled and rubbed my cheek against it. “I love you…I love you…I love you and you’re mine. Where’s my gift?” I asked, glancing at him. He looked genuinely confused. He had forgotten. I knew it. “That’s alright, I’m getting my gift from you tonight.”

I smiled as I looked at him, taking out the kitchen knife I kept in my back pocket all this time. He stiffened and stared at me in horror. “Don’t be scared.” I said. “I’m not going to hurt you. Well, not as much as you hurt me.” His member has already gone limp in my hand. “I promise I’ll be gentle.” With that, I aimed the knife at the offending thing that is his cock and chopped it off.

My smile grew wider as he screamed my name.

Happy anniversary, love.

wow, i don't even know. like seriously. i was just lying in bed while thinking about the other fic i'm writing then this happened. this was supposed to be disturbing but clearly, it wasn't :\ i tried, i really did. i wanted kyungsoo to seem like he's lost his sanity. he's almost there, yeah. he did castrate him. poor kai /pats his head (no pun intended) if you have questions or anything, don't hesitate to ask :)

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