Kwon Jiyong was sitting on the bed, a frown place on his lips. His eyebrows scrunched. He faintly heard her nagging. He forgot about what. It was just always like this. Eventually it began to annoy him to the point he was getting a migraine.

"Can you shut the hell up?" He snarled out, his eyes twitched.

Lee Chaerin stood still, her lips shut into a firm line. She was nagging to him about how he was going to clubs. Sleeping around with other women. They weren't together but they secretly lived together. This was their home, their secret hide away from everyone else. And he brought a woman over, Chaerin chased her away of course.

"I just wished you could have told me you were going to bring someone over. I wasn't exactly having a good day and was hoping to wind down without some random in our bed" she said, eyes flaring.

She couldn't stop. She was asking for a fight, she was angry. 

"Stop it. You're acting like if I cheated on you" He said, looking at her.

His eyes narrowed, lips pulled up almost as if he was smirking.

"That's not it. I just hate how outsiders are coming here." She snapped, she hated how condescending he sounded.

How full of himself he was. She had unconsciously gotten near, screaming at his face. And she forgotten how much he hated that. He whipped out a hand, pushing her away from his face. She fell onto the floor.

"This place is ours yes but that doesn't mean we can't bring other people. I am not yours. You are not mine. Bring who you want if that makes you feel better", he said as he got up.

He towered over her, looked down at her as if she was simply nothing to him. When he meant so much to her.

She hated feeling small, looked down upon. She grabbed his legs causing his to fall on his . She then crawled over him. Her eyes was flashing, her hair was flared out, framing her face nicely. Her lips brought up in this hateful grin. 

"Don't with me. I am ing done with you and this little hole." She then got up, dusting her legs.

She turned to leave but he grabbed he wrist bring her down, slamming her to the floor. Her head hitting the floor causing her to wince in pain. He was now on top of her.

"I'm not." He whispered to her ears. 

It didn't even sound ual. It was full of anger, hatred.

Chaerin pulled a sadistic smile. 

Another night with the ruthless Jiyong. Another night for both of them to let out their frustrations. The next day they will have to come up with excuses. Probably saying they were handled roughly by fans or maybe they practiced to hard. Excuses.

Everyone assumed that Jiyong was kind and loving. Wrong that was GD. Jiyong was cruel, manipulative. Or maybe he was only around like that with her. Maybe both of their identities had warped. Their personas melding with their true identities. No one will ever really know, not even these two.

She slapped in his face. A winning grin on her face. Was she Chaerin? Was she CL? Was he Jiyong? Was he GD? 

Both have blurred the line just like they blurred their relationship.

Jiyong spat out the blood, at her face. He smiled sweetly while looking down at her.

"You look good in red." 

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A/N: Okay I was listening to I Remember by Bang Yang Guk, She's gone by GD, Serial Killer by Lana del Rey and suddenly somehow bam I had this violent love playing in my head. Sorry if its a bit weird and a mess. I don't know where I am going with this actually. I have writer's block for my other stories and here I go making a new story -_-" 

Anyone want to be a co author with me? lol

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