Torment Me Another Day

Jeong was hesitant of what Jett had ordered. Some type of magical drink that would kill him? Perhaps something that would turn him green? Jeje only batted his eyes at the possibilities. He took the drink in his hands, waiting for Jett to drink it before he even considered. If he died then he knew that there was something in it. A few seconds passed and it seemed fine. "That good huh?" He retorted back before tilting his head back and downing the entire drink.

It was a bad idea. His eyes felt dry and red, which made him blink. He may have gotten a bit of it in his eyes. Jeje coughed loudly, as the burning in his throat hurt like tiny knives stabbing at it. "O-OW." The taste was horrible, like some really strong mix of apple cider vinegar and death all in one. "What did you even give me?" His head was already swimming, but not the nice swimming, where it felt like he wasn't really there.

Jeong didn't even protest as Jett carried him off into the car. His head was a blank and swimming, which didn't help. Jeje wanted to throw up, or pass out, or both. He did the latter before he even realized it. What a night.

When he finally woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he was naked. Not even the feeling of a hammer to the head stopped that. He never slept naked, it felt weird for him. Maybe that was also before he didn't have a partner to ask him to. As he started to lean up, he brushed arms with someone else. They were cold, motionless. When he glanced over, the look on her face made him scream. Jeong pushed away from the girl, falling out of the bed before scrambling to the nearest wall. She was dead. Had he killed someone last night? Slept with her? He would have no idea. The only person that would, would have to be Jett. Jeong wanted to strangle the cock of a man.

It took a few seconds before he raised himself up off of the ground. His nakedness scared him, but he didn't want to put anything on his body; it may be contaminated. He fell a few times, or more so stumbled as he reached the door. He opened it and quickly covered his scared chest and bottom area. "W-What the fuck happened?" He said as a ting of pain went through him.

Jeje almost passed out right there. Had he really killed two people, and done God knows what to the women in bed? He turned white at the thought of that. Jeje wasn't a murderer, considering sometimes he even felt bad for killing a fly or a spider. But two humans? Two humans that he hadn't even remembered? That was beyond something Jeong would do. He heaved right there, though thankfully nothing came up. It made him feel weak and drained though.

"I-I couldn't have done something like that...." He blinked at the man, the one that was cut up, staring at his wounds. Was Jeong really that crazy? He just wanted to be comforted, not to have to experience this alone. Even though the man obviously wasn't in the best of hygiene, he went over and hugged the toturer, the fanboy, the friend. Even if he had not wanted a hug, he pushed his way into him, wrapping his weak arms tightly around his waist. He was all he had. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know." Jeong wanted to cry and break down, but he didn't. He kept his composure the best he could.

The pat on his back felt so nice. Like some reassuring feeling that he was okay; that his acts were not as bad as they seemed. He had killed two people, yet he had no memory of it. Jeong's head swimmed while he tried to remember it. What had happen for this to lead to him being in some creeps arms? The drink; that was the only thing. He lightly pushed himself away as he looked into the man's eyes.

"Did you drug me?" He asked with a stern look on his face. Jeong knew himself, he knew himself better than this man did. Even if he was hypnotized, he knew that it would go against his moral code to kill someone. "Are you trying to fool me?" He pushed him backwards, the thought of having been close to him made him want to throw up.

"Ugh." He wanted to just give up all together. He rubbed his temples for a good minute before he even said anything. It pussed hik off the Jett acted so smug. Yes, he was older. Yes, he was smarter. But Jeong know he wouldn't do anything. "Like I'd believe you, you asshat." He clenched his first before hitting the liar right in the stomach. "You're despicable."

"Don't make this about you. It's always about you." He frowned as he covered himself again. He had forgotten that he was without clothes. "I need your help because I don't know how to clean up blood or bodies."