Pairing: Park Yoochun/OC
Summary: How sure can you be when he tells you, he loves you?
A/N: This is what happens when I'm...I don't know. I hope you read and comment. It's been a while since I wrote a fic.
Lie to Me
“Do you think I should believe you when you tell me you love me?” I ran traced his cheek with the tip of my fingers, feeling the soft skin shiver beneath my fingers. I looked at him with predatory eyes, observing his reactions.
He looked at me as if I just said something outrageous. Maybe I did.
I moved my fingers to his chin and ran them through the stubble growing there.
“I wonder if the things you told me were true. Or were they all lies? I wonder if you were telling the truth when you love me and that you want to be with me. Or should I just act stupid and act as if they weren’t lies? Hmmm, darling?
He gulped. I looked at his Adam’s apple bob up and down, he was feeling nervous.
“Did I hit a button? Are you nervous because I know you’re secret?”
“Love, there’s no sec--“
I lightly pressed my lips unto his. Goodness. I don’t need his reassurance when I know there’s a possibility of lies coming out of his lips. I moved away but just enough to give a little space between my lips and his. I licked my lips, tasting him in them. Sweet like honey.
“You taste so sweet darling. Are they as sweet as your lies?”
I could see fear in his eyes. I probably look like a lunatic in front of him, spitting out words, accusing of things that he had never done. I’m probably wrong. But I don’t care.
“Do you think I should believe you when you tell me that you love no one else but me? When you tell me that you’ve never touched another girl on the days we’re apart. Should I believe that darling?”
He’s shaking and I laugh inwardly. The man I love shaking beneath me because of fear? Love? Worry? Who knows? But somehow the knowledge that can I can turn him into this state gave me a sense of power over him -- and how I love it.
I wrapped my arms around him and traced his slender neck. I moved my fingers to his collarbones and traced every dip of it, hearing his ragged breath every time I move closer and slightly run my lips over them.
“Tell me darling, do you women like kissing you here?”
“No…women. Love please, stop this?”
I looked up to his flushed face. “’Stop? Why? Am I not allowed to this to my lover?”
He put his arms around me and held me tightly. For a moment I felt like he really did love me. But did he? How could I be too sure that he does?
“I love you.”
I tried to push him away but he was too strong, too strong for my confused heart. Why was he like this? Why am I like this? Why do feel like he’s telling the truth?
Before I know it, my back landed on the bed with him on top of me. We were both struggling, me trying to push him away and him doing his best not to let me go.
I felt his fingers brush below my eyes, wiping tears that I realized wasn’t there. When did I start crying? When did I start to feel the anger fade away.
“Please don’t be like this love.”
He looked at me pleadingly but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. I just lay there staring at him. Why does he have to be like this? Acting as if he really did love me? Why does he make me believe him that he loves me when he doesn’t? Or does he?
I closed my eyes and I felt myself go numb. And as my vision was slowly covered in darkness I felt his sweet lips touch mine.
“I love you.”