How To Say ILY To A Killer

The box was beautiful. This was the first thing he noticed. The two colors mixed together perfectly; even if the bow Jett had done wasn't. That didn't matter, it made it so that Jeong knew it was from him. "Thanks." He smiled eagerly as he grabbed the tiny box and enclosed it in both his hands. It was small; was it jewelry? Money? Jeje bit his lip as he focused his gaze on it.

The ribbon came off before anything, to which he laid it folded to the left of his food. "Y-You bought it?" It was rate to even hear those words from Jett, considering the many times that he had given him little treats that were not so new. The second that Jeong opened it and saw its contents, he gasped. "F-Fuck Jett." He voice cracked as he said those words, as he was almost on the verge of crying. He didn't want to, no, he couldn't. Jeje wasn't some baby.

He sniffed as he stared at it, but it took a few seconds before he actually took it out of the box. When it was the only thing in his hands, he smirked joyfully at it. "I love it." As he said that, his nose was almost touching it as he observed it thoroughly. He has never seen such a design before, nor did he ever think that Jett would get him something that suited him so well. The tiger stood and walked over to his gift giver, turning his back towards the side of him. "Could you put it on me?" He passed the gift over his shoulder.

The chain was cold on the nape of his neck, but that didn't really bother him. "Thank you." He said as he hear it clasp. Maybe it would cool down the rest of his body, considering it was starting to heat up. No, he wasn't sick, he was hot because he knew after this, that Jeong was going to say some very meaningful words to the wounded man. In the back of his mind, he almost wanted to wait until he was feeling better; but he knew that Jett wouldn't let it rest until he knew. He turned, touched the necklace with his left hand smiled before he turned his gaze to Jett. This was it.

"Good news, um." How as he supposed to word this? Was he supposed to just jump out and say it to him? Perhaps maybe he was supposed to make it long and lengthy, but by that time Jett would be passed out. "I just wanted to say that I'm really happy that I met you." He glanced to his side quickly. "That, you've really changed my life. For better or worse; I'm not really sure." He took a half step closer. "I guess I just wanted to say that, I-I love you, Jett."

The first words that came out of his mouth were not the ones he wanted. What type of shit was that? Like Jeong would just casually go around and say those things to anyone. It was the exact opposite. This was the first time he had said those words since he was 7. He meant those words with every fiber of his body. But this? It was like Jett just spat in his face. He didn't move his somewhat comforting hand until the next few sentences came out. That was when he got furious. Jeong punched him in the throat, hard. If that was all he was going to say, he may as well not talk at all.

He did a violently thrust away from Jett, like he was some parasite. "Fuck you then. I'm sorry that my petty feelings aren't good enough for you." His heart ached, why had he even said anything? "I'm sorry that my words weren't gory and bloody enough for you, considering that's all you really care for!" He yelled, as there was no compassion left in him at that moment. "I'll make sure that next time I tell you how I feel, that I have my guts are hanging out, half dying. Maybe then you'll be interested." Jeong felt betrayed, like his entire earth had been shattered. Could someone that had just given him such a lovely gift, really be that cruel? "Maybe I was hoping that you'd say something a bit more fucking nicer to me. Or are you like this with everyone that tries to care about you?" Jeje covered his face. His eyes hurt, he needed to cry or something. It was eating him up that it seemed that Jett gave little to no shits about how he felt.

When the finally looked back at Jett, he hadn't even noticed that he had fallen over. Was he that angry? Obviously he had blown up a little too much. That was fine, he needed a good punch. As he raised himself back up, Jeong looked at his wound. Shit. Fucking fuck fuck. He had gone out of control. "S-Sorry." He half apologized, though it still hurt him. "Well your question was shit. It hurt you know. I mean maybe you don't fall in love with people, but shit do you know how much that hurts to be so rudely rejected? Even if it's a fucking question?" He scoffed at Jett. "I just want the truth, so if you hate me then just fucking say it." That was probably the answer, it had to be.

He had gotten ahead of himself once again. He really need to stop doing that. That was the problem though, Jett hadn't said anything of how he felt; it was like he was attacking him with questions and statements. Jeong only chewed his lower lip as he gave almost puppy dog eyes to his love. What would he even say?

"I understand." He said afterwards. Of course, it wasn't like Jett would really know what love was. He was always gone or busy or tormenting him. Was that even love? "I guess um. Love is getting excited when you see them, or wanting to share experiences with them. Like going to the movies or cooking together. Love is getting presents and cherishing the other person by cooking or cleaning or complimenting them." He stopped there, as he knew that Jett rarely listened to what he had to say. "And it doesn't have to be anything if you don't feel the same way. I can just pretend I didn't say it."