Word Count: 378

Summary: He ran into my knife.

A/N: Part 3 of 6. Based off of the murderess from Cell Block Tango.

“Tao!” Yifan’s angry scream came from the front door as he slammed the door behind him.

    Tao paused, knife suspended above the chicken laying in front of him. It was his and Yifan’s anniversary and he had decided to do something special today, like cook his boyfriend dinner.

    “Yes?” he tentatively called out. Yifan was home early.

    “You little er!” Yifan accused, appearing at the door of the kitchen, face livid, fists clutching the opening, and chest heaving up and down.

    Frowning, Tao turned around, confused. “What the-”

    “You’ve been ing your secretary, you !” the man interrupted, eyes wild.

    Shock zipped through Tao as he frowned back at his boyfriend. “I have no idea-”

    “You’ve been ing Yixing!” he spat out, stalking closer. His hands flew into the air and his fist came down on Tao’s face.

    The knife made a loud clattering noise as it fell onto the kitchen floor along with the loud thud of Tao hitting the cabinets.

    Yifan towered above him and continued raging on and on, “You . I bet you spread your legs everyday for him in your office, don’t you!”

    In a fury, Tao straightened up and shouted right back at the insane man, “What the actual are you talking about! Yixing’s with Luhan and Luhan’s your goddam best friend.”

    Looking at him, Tao watched as his boyfriend deflated in front of him. “Y-You’re right. Luhan is my best friend,” Yifan said, a wild look creeping into his eyes as he stared at the floor.

    When Yifan’s head snapped back up, he hissed out, “You’re ing both of them.”

    Red flashed and blinded Tao as he bent down to pick up the knife from the floor and when he snapped back up his arm shot out. Again and again and again.

    Blinking away the dots that swam in front of him, Tao brought his left hand to wipe away the sweat beading at his forehead from the heat the flooded the kitchen.

    “He ran into my knife,” the man murmured as he wiped away the bright red that dirtied the knife on a towelette gazing down at the man sprawled out across the kitchen floor. "He ran into my knife ten times."

    Shaking his head at the sight, Tao sighed out, “He had it coming.”

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