Torment Me Another Day

"You're just grumpy when you have a hangover," Jett said thoughtfully. He was quiet as Jeong spoke and stepped closer to him. For a whole few seconds, Jett seemed to be considering something.

"You have a few things mixed up. One, you need my help right now more than I need yours. If this is found out, you would be the one going to the clink." Jett closed the distance between them and took Jeong by the arm to keep him standing. Finally, his smile was gone. "You want some honesty? I have no reason for choosing you. I saw you at the concert awhile back and decided I liked you. I still do. Do I like you as a person?" Jett paused, then shrugged. "Who knows? I don't know you well, Jeje. We're not parting ways. I don't care how you feel about me. I'm not moving out and you'll find trying to run from me rarely works."

"I never said I did. Yet." Jett winked, not following Jeong as the tiger pulled back and proceeded to fall. His smile returned, though less so. It was tight, almost guilty. If one assumed, Jett could feel guilt. "That's why I was holding you. Feel good now? On the ground? You need to let go of some pride." Jett held out a hand to Jeong.

"Okay, okay. Calm the fuck down. We'll clean this mess up, and we'll go home and have some lunch or something. But I'm not leaving. You can try to kick me out, but I'm not promising good results from that. You understand? I'm not going anywhere. That's my house now. I don't give a flying fuck if you're paying for it. You can call the police, you can try to run, you can try to kill me. Go for it. Do your worst. Do you even have any of that in you, Jeong?"

Jett rose an eyebrow. "You think so? There are ways to tie ghosts to this world. Then I could keep you. I'd put you on a shelf, let you see every murder. Every person I brought to your home. I'd have you see it all, and you'd never escape. You keep thinking you have a chance. I like it when they thing that. The one's who fight the hardest are the most fun to break. And Jeje, love, I'm anything but prissy. Go clean up. This will be taken care off."

The Skinwalker's smile was anything but friendly now; it didn't reach the hardness of his eyes. Yes, he would clean up the mess as Jeong went and made himself calm the hell down. He'd clean it thoroughly, like the expert he was. Once Jeje was out of sight, Jett took to cleaning the mess again. He'd have cut the corpse up and put it in a trash bag, but that would have made too much of a mess, so instead he shoved as much of it as he could in a bag (still intact), breaking the man's neck at an odd angle that showcased his bone.

When Jeje would come back, Jett would have made some coffee for himself and was sipping it at the table as if he'd been here plenty of times before. He was looking out the couples clean, glass door contemplating something. He didn't look at Jeong, but he realized the other man was there.

"They probably had a maid," he commented. "They both look like the worker and partier types, but their house is very clean. This window is too clean. So, the maid will notice something is up in a day or two, assuming they come by every day, which they likely do. It's almost afternoon. We should leave." Now Jett looked at Jeong. "Did you make the bed? What did you do with the girls body?"

Jett just stared for a second. Was Jeong messing with him right now? He knew the Kpop star wasn't a murderer (if that wasn't apparent already), but even a clod knew not to throw a fucking body out of the window where everyone could see. The Skinwalker pursed his lips and just sort of stared before slowly reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose in aggravation.

"Okay," he breathed out, simultaneously pained and entertained by it all. "What did you touch in the room? This is important, so don't lie and don't leave anything out. I want you to go get the body and bring it back in here, shove it in a garbage bag for now."

Jett stood and went to the kitchen, looking through the drawers until he found a pair of yellow washing gloves, which he swiftly donned. He grabbed a rag and washed and wiped down the cup before returning it to a cabinet.

Jett breathed in. Slow and steady and ready. "Good, that'll just make her easier to stuff into a bag. Now go get her. Quick, before anyone sees, yeah?" Jett didn't wait for a response as he strolled, maybe a little too casually, into the master bedroom to wipe down all of the things Jeong had claimed to touch and a few more things, just in case.

The tiger was too rattled. When one was in these situations, they had to think calmly. Jett had always been good at that. His mind worked quick in tough situations, but he'd only gotten better at it over the years. That was what happened when you were a trouble maker.

Once he was done, he returned to the kitchen and stored the rag and dishwasher gloves into one of the garbage bags, checking to ensure Jeong had done as he was told. Could never be too careful.