Torment Me Another Day

Jeong was so close to falling over when the door swung open. Thankfully, not all of him was pressed up against It. The most he did was a short wobble as he pushed his weight backwards. That could have ended so badly for him. "Pervert, I just wanted to make sure you weren't setting a bomb in there, or dismembering someone else. Who knows with you." A light blush was over his cheeks, as his rather nice looking body looked different when he wasn't splattered in blood and other things. Jett looked human.

"Like I'd have a chance to murder you." He checked his hands to make sure that he hadn't subconsciously taken one. Sadly, no. "You'd do some weird things to me first, things that." He glanced away and closed his eyes at the thought of it. "You're a lot stronger than me too." He backed up before he turned his head back. "But seriously, like I care what you think. I'm a grown man so I can do what I want, in my house." Jeje glared before he turned around. Asshole.

"I hope you don't make me helping you a constant thing Jett. I don't really appreciate you torturing people in a house I paid for." He paused to take a breath. "I was going to make that a workout room, or a big office, or a party room." His hands went in his sweat pants pockets as he nodded his head to the kitchen. "I ate all the eggs, they were good."

Really? Was this guy really doing this right now? He wanted to just strangle this man. Was everything a turn on for him? At this rate, Jeje wouldn't be surprised if that was true. He only glared forward. Jeong wanted this to end, however it could.

Jeong gasped as the man's hands were on his shoulders. This was the first time someone had given him a massage, and he enjoyed it. He closed his eyes as his face quickly got brighter with every second of it. This dude would soon be his weakness, he knew it. "Sorry." He felt sad for some reason, even though the circumstances should make him push away and punch him again. "I just don't like all this, it's a lot." He spat, before he turned as the man stopped at his shoulders. Why'd he stop?

He was going back to the bathroom? Oh right, the water was still running, as well as; he was only wearing a towel. Only a towel. Jeong shook his head to not get aroused by that. "Just hurry up!" He shouted from the kitchen as he pushed himself forward. The door was open? Jeong took two baby steps forward, then another three, then four in a row. He was curious, why someone like him keep the door open; to get murdered easier? It seemed the most logical. The tiger was outside the door, peeking his head in before he saw everything; just for a second. His eyes targeted a certain area, before he pulled away and ran into the kitchen. He had not looked, nope.

It was nice to know that Jett was at least a bit reassuring. Yes, it was a lot to take in that his new roommate would rather torture someone than get to know them. It was always interesting to know that someday; it may be him down in that basement. What a joy for Jeje. He took a long, heavy breath before he had calmed down all the way.

"Burn them?" He cocked his head to the side, blinking like the lost puppy he was. "Surely not in the house, right?" There was a fire alarm-unless Jett took it out-that would kind of stop them from getting very far. He wiped his face to get rid of any access blush that he had on his cheeks. There was no need for that now.

"I'd like that." Not that he would enjoy it because it would be with Jett, but more so he hadn't gotten a chance to explore the island at all. "No dead bodies please." Was there any good clubs? A secret hide out where everyone went? Somewhere where he wouldn't have to be alone with the torturer? There was so many options. "We can do something fun; maybe something that will make me not want to hit you."

A field sounded appropriate. Maybe there Jeje could be shot, so that he wouldn't have to live another second of this seriously horrible lifestyle. Yes, Jett wasn't killing him, but even the thought of having others hurt in his house gave him a bad feeling; a feeling he knew he would not be able to shake. "As long as you don't get me drunk and do naughty things to me!" He pouted, almost like a child, before he aged up in a matter of seconds with a look of seriousness. "You have no idea what I can do too, if you try to use me in any way." To be honest, Jeje was already being used quite a lot.

Jeong nodded to his words, unsure if a friendship would even be possible between two opposites. When his hand was presented to him, Jeong raised his and slapped it, making a perfect sound. His eyes widened as he realized that it wasn't supposed to be a high five. "Shit." He cursed under his breath before awkwardly reaching down and shaking Jett's hand. "I'll try my best not to kill you. At least not today." After the handshake, Jeong kind of just... Left his hand in his. This was an experience he hadn't had before, to hold someone's hand. After a few seconds though, he felt weird, feeling as if that wasn't what you were supposed to do. He tore his hand away, before using the same hand to slap his roommate on the cheek. "Don't you fucking think that I liked that shit."

He only bit his tongue when Jett said that he had enjoyed it. That filthy hand of his, how would that ever be comforting? The next few seconds went by quickly. They got into Jett's car-which thankfully looked semi normal-before they drove off to a bar. He stayed silent the entire way, checking and observing the parts of the car that were closest to him.

The bar wasn't too busy yet, which allowed Jeong to get a good feel for the place. He stuck to Jett like glue though, as some of the looks he received were not pleasant ones. Was it weird that he couldn't hold his liquor at all? "Give me the strongest or weirdest thing then!" Jeong was going to prove himself. He was going to prove that he wasn't some pussy. "I can handle it." He waved his hand like he was shooing Jett.