I know it's you

by R051n95

Summary:

At the end of Ep 6

Chapter 1

Joe’s POV  

He is a far cry from the person who whined for “P’Joe” the other day. Oh, he was all soft and sweet then. I could almost believe that he felt something for me. But now, faced with his indifferent cruelty, I find it hard to believe any of that was real. Perhaps I had an elaborate dream. The unforgiving tone of his voice as he asks if I think I’m worth that much, sends chills down my spine.  

And I wouldn’t back down just because he is hurting me. Oh no. I know exactly how much I am worth, considering my new body has a back similar to his P’Tong. I know how he likes to fuck anything that looks like that bastard, since that is a luxury he’s denied, for all the wealth he has. Makes me wanna cry and laugh at the same time. That bastard ruined my first life, and now, the second one too, it seems.  

But fuck it hurts! It hurts to be on the receiving end of his cold brutality. Even when we fought with each other back then, he had some warmth in his eyes for me. Now, there’s nothing of it. And it hurts like nothing ever did before. Even more than when he called me “P’Tong”.  

The familiar scent of him filled my lungs as he leaned in to kiss me. It only served to hurt me more, knowing how I used to be wrapped up in it back then, touched with his warm affection. Never love of course, never his love for me. But affection, yes.  

Familiar lips urged my own for reciprocation. The way he kisses hasn’t changed. But I felt no warmth in it.  

The kiss was my undoing: tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t help but return his kisses, lured in by the familiar scent, lured in by the familiar curl of his palm behind my neck, lured in by such beautiful memories. I’m akin to a moth flying full tilt towards the flame. Knowing I’ll get burnt in the end. Just like before.  

It broke me when he spoke to me as if I was just a whore to be used. Yes, yes, I’m aware I set myself up for that , but that logic doesn’t stop me from hurting. Could he not be kinder to the one he plans to use as a fuck toy? Could he not show an ounce of compassion? Must he be so horribly cruel? Oh Ming, you have betrayed me so many times, hurt me so much, yet I love you. Yet I love you so. Why am I such a fool? You have made a fool out of me, Ming.  

 

Ming’s POV  

He’s hiding something. There are too many coincidences around him. And this – this feeling I get around him... I just – I know it’s Joe! I know, alright?! I just have no way to prove it! Not yet. But till I find out, I need to keep him close. Very close.  

And the way he keeps trying to run away from me, to keep his distance from me, it just makes things even more suspicious. Why so concerned about the proximity to a person you supposedly never met hm? He’s not like that with anyone else. Just with me. Running, fleeing from me. And the only one who would do that, who actually did that was...P’Joe.  

I don’t trust what I see with my eyes: the unfamiliar face. He behaves like my Joe. Speaks like my Joe. I would know my P’Joe anywhere.  

His reaction to being a stand-in is another give. Why such a drastic reaction? Being in the entertainment industry, I’m sure many have propositioned to him in such a way. Surely, he has a better way to respond to such things by now? So suspicious. It took everything I had to pretend nonchalance.  

The look in his eyes when he made his demands, then fearlessly challenged me when I questioned his worth? Oh, there’s only one who’d dare. I know it’s him. My heart races with the realization.  

But I'll play his little game of pretend if it pleases him. It works well for me too. He won’t look too closely until the trap shuts tight around him this time. He’s not getting away from me again! Let him think what he wishes for now.  

And when he reciprocates my kisses? oh darling, my darling, my sweet one ,  who do you think you are fooling? I’d know these kisses anywhere.  

I draw back from the kiss before I lose my good senses. My eyes fall upon his tear filled ones. Oh, I’d know that love in his eyes from the other side of the world. There’s only one who ever looked at me with such love, such softness.  

Loathe am I to treat him so cruelly. But I must keep this charade going for a while longer. I’ll make it up to you P’Joe.   

Just until the trap shuts. Long have I awaited you. Loathe am I to let you go.  

 

A/N: So, I have made Ming to be a nicer person than he actually is. I totally believe he is a bastard. But I kinda needed this to heal from his assholery.  

Chapter 2

Joe’s POV 

A part of me is helplessly anticipating the events tonight. To feel Ming’s touch, his need.

A part of me wants to run in the opposite direction.  

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It was awkward as hell. Why is he acting like this? Can’t he at least pretend to enjoy it? Even if I’m essentially a kept whore for him? 

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Gods! He sucks! What kind of bed partners did he have after I ‘died’? Not even a kiss! A kiss! Just straight to business! This is so unsexy! 

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And just when I’m getting into it, he stops! Has he become impotent or something? This is so frustrating and annoying. He locks me in an exclusive deal for one year and refuses to give me some! Am I to be celibate for the whole year? Fuck him! 

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What is their deal ? I swear I’ll hold Ming and Sol by the scruff of their necks one day and bang their heads together. Hard. Several times. Ming is a firebrand. He doesn’t have manners. Never did. Never will. But Sol? Calm and sweet Sol? He used to be so well mannered. Urgh! If Ming touches something, he infects it with his uncultured disease! Annoying! Fucking annoying! 

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I wanna strangle him! Can’t he leave well enough alone? Hasn’t he done enough? What use is my real identity to him? He’s coming too close to the truth. I honestly don’t want him to know. I have mixed feelings for him. I’m absolutely, utterly furious at him. I also love him with everything I have. I love him and I’ll never be able to not love him.  

There are times when I want to tell him the truth. But I'm not sure how he’ll take it. He may mourn for something he doesn’t have now. But once he gets it back, then what? He’ll just go back to being a bastard to me. How many times has he broken my heart with cruel words, even before? No matter how hard I tried, nothing made him happy. He found fault with everything I did.  

Sigh! 

But then again, my feelings for him are my problem. Not his. I’m within my rights to love him. He's within his rights to not reciprocate. Feelings can’t be forced. No one in this world is obliged to reciprocate another person’s love for them after all. Ming never indicated he wanted to get into a committed relationship with me. He enjoyed our time together, but it was temporary. I knew it. He knew it. It’s just that I couldn’t stop loving him. It was wonderful back then. I had a lover to come home to. It made me so happy. I got into it too deep. 

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The gift I bought for him that fateful Christmas... he still, has it? Memories overwhelm me. The joy I was floating in, his sweet smiles. I was happy he took me out on a date. So happy he held my hand in public, smiling sweetly at me. 

But that was the last day wasn’t it. Everything soured that night. My heart shattered to pieces that night.  

I’ll never tell him the truth. Never. 

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Gods! Who is this slimy brat that keeps bothering me? My instincts screamed at me to stay the fuck away from the little slime ball the moment we met. There just... something not quite right with him. I trust my instincts. And urgh! He has the gal to touch me! Gross! He makes me feel gross! 

And on top of being polite to that slime pile, I gotta head off Ming too. SO ANNOYING! 

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I don’t know how to placate him. He always overreacts to things like this. No matter what I say, he wouldn’t listen. Even back then, it was rare when I could calm him. And never when it involved another person. His jealousy over my friendship with Sol is what lead him to chain me up. I may have screamed at him about how he love only P’Tong. But I could see true affection for me in his eyes that day. He was utterly soft to me that day. Giving in to everything. His possessiveness wasn’t purely due to being a spoiled brat. I just didn’t wanna believe it. 

 

Ming’s POV 

Ah! He really cannot control himself, can he? Always rubbing my arms to placate me. Even now that’s his reaction to my anger. Darling, you suck at hiding!  

And he still wouldn’t tell me the truth! He prefers to beat around the bush! I wanna pull my hair out of my skull in frustration! 

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He really sucks. He keeps giving it away. The way he unconsciously welcomes me into his arms, so ready to embrace me even when I’m being an asshole... 

“I bought you, so you can wag your tail for me. Not biting me like this.” I tricked you so that I can keep you close, keep you in my sight. So that I can help you bear your burdens without you trying to risk yourself again.  

He yells back at me. 

Oh, sweet darling, don’t cry, please don’t cry, I can’t watch you cry my love . Just tell me the truth and we can stop this farce P’Joe .  

“Ask for a paw. Ask.” 

Aww darling, your paws are so wonderful. Love them. Please do give me all your paws hmm? Better yet, hold me tight with those strong, lovely paws?  

“You want me to be your dog? C’mon” Ah! but you already are a bit of a puppy P’Joe. You are so sweet when you are happy! Much like a puppy!

Hmm... he seems to be in an incredibly confrontational mood. Angry. Perhaps some kisses... but how to align it with this farce he insists on playing? 

“Alright!” I scream back at him.  

Ah! Sometimes I feel like throwing the truth at his face and bedding him whether he likes it or not. It’s taxing to keep pretending that I do not know. Maybe if I bed him and fill him up, he’ll tell me the truth? He gets all syrupy when he’s full of my cum. I’ll be able to coax it out of him.... Mission Ming, remember the mission! Head out of the gutter!  

*Knock knock* 

Fuck everything! Why is P’Tong interrupting my time with P’Joe? I’ll go chase him away fast. 

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And he fucking leaves! He just walks out the door in a huff. What the hell? 

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I screwed up with P’Joe again, didn’t I? By not listening to what he said, by not believing him, by taking P’Tong’s side. Fuck! Why can I never speak right? Why do I always hurt my love? I know that his soft heart is easily hurt, and yet I continue to be a bastard. Why? What is wrong with me? 

I’ll make it up to him in the morning. Let him cool down for now. If I go to him now, I'm more likely to get a foot in my face! When he gets angry, it’s like dealing with an angry wife! 

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Ah! I didn’t mean to offend him. I suppose he’s still angry at the ‘dog’ comments.  

I just wanted a coffee made by him. Is it a crime for me to want a coffee made by my beloved? 

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ALL THAT PAIN WAS FOR NOTHING! NOTHING!  

Chapter 3

Joe’s POV  

Ming will not let me be . No. He has to follow me home. He has to melt my heart by charming my mother. He has to annoy me by asking my mother questions about me. He has to tell me he suspects something impossible. Even when I make it sound ridiculous, he doesn’t give it up.  

This is, there’s a part of me that want Ming to know. Deep in my mind, I cannot lie to myself. I love Ming. I’ll always love Ming. He charmed my heart right out of my ribs and into his hands. It’s his to crush, his to care for. Whatever he chooses to do with it, I’ll take it. I always did. I always will. This part of me howls with agony at having to be so close to him, yet having to be so far from him at the same time. It aches to tell him the truth. It longs to feel the tender love Ming is willing to give me now. It makes my body yearn for his touches, kisses, to feel the physical manifestation of his love for me. It makes my craving for Ming boundless, ever increasing, never receding, tormenting me day and night with thoughts of what could be, if only I give in.  

Yet, another part of me remembers. It remembers the cruelty I was dished out, the indifference with which I was treated. It remembers the sorrow I felt at the hands of his casual cruelty. It remembers how dirty I felt at being used. It remembers that I was lied to. It remembers the betrayal. It remembers the panic I felt at being chained, caged. This part doesn’t allow me to forget, doesn’t allow me to throw myself at Ming like I want to, doesn’t allow me to be soft with Ming anymore. It doesn’t allow me to tell the truth to Ming. This part takes a sick joy in watching Ming suffer, watching him cry. It takes a sadistic pleasure in watching Ming go crazy trying to find the truth. I didn’t know such a part existed inside myself. Does it make me a monster?  

My self has split in two, wrangling each other to gain the upper hand. I spend my days waging a bloody battle within myself, not knowing what exactly I want: for Ming to know, or not. It chips away at my sanity. My uncertain stand bleeds out whenever I interact with him, giving myself away one moment, denying Ming’s suspicions the next moment.  

It's a great relief that my friends know the truth now. I didn’t know how to tell them all this time. Heck, at one point, I didn’t think it to be a good idea. But they know me. They remember not just me, but what is important to me. They remembered the date, the exact place. They knew I would come, if it was really me. Now the evidence is undeniable, I could tell them the truth. I’m sorry to see I have brought them great sorrow with my untimely demise. I never meant for them to feel such misery. It gladdens me that they know the truth now. The truth will hopefully, abate their grief.  

It saddens me sometimes, that I cannot make myself love Sol. He asked to meet my mother, not for himself, but because she’s important to me. And he was wonderful with her. He charmed her so sweetly. He made my mother smile and laugh. He has always been a good man. He still is. He has never made his feelings for me a burdensome, unpleasant thing for me. It is sweet, soft, gentle, like the wind. Never invading, never forcing, just giving me fresh air to breath. I wish, I wish I could love this wonderful man.  

Ming exasperates me. He keeps trying to recreate moments in our past, trying to get me to slip and admit who I am. He seems so sure of his notions now, regardless of how ridiculous they are. And-and this unbelievable little shit! He kept my house and my vehicle? Ming, Oh Ming, why do you do this to me?  

He finally takes me home. He is assertive this time. Whatever held him back before, it’s no longer a concern for him. He already knows, or else he wouldn’t lead me to my home like this.  

And I finally get to feel his kisses, his touches. The part of me that’s pining for him is finally being sated. He holds my hips in his familiar grip, holding me still as he moves in me, making me take what he has to give. Time hasn’t made him forget me. He remembers what I like. He doesn’t hold back. I keep my legs spread wide to welcome him into me over and over. Oh Ming! He lets go of his grip on my hips and pushes me down to the bed, beginning to pound me in earnest. He hits my spot with deadly accuracy with every thrust, giving me exquisite pleasure. Moments later, the fire raging inside of me becomes an inferno as my pleasure reaches its crescendo. I clamp around him, never wanting to let go of him. My cock jerks viciously, spurting onto the sheets in thick ropes. He keeps thrusting through my climax, prolonging it, pushing my pleasure to the point of pain. I feel his cock swell and jerk in me, painting my walls white, much to my pleasure.  

I flop down, him at my back, touching and kissing me, soothing me down from my high. Later, we relax, his head on my ass in a show of possession. I love it. It was all good.  

And then he has to go ruin it.  

 

Ming’s POV  

I know it’s him. But, how can I be sure? I just want him to say it dammit! Does he hate me so much?  

If he will not say it, then I will find a way to prove it!  

No matter what I do, he does not slip. I try to find some clues from his mother, and P’Joe sends her away. I get him to the cook the exact same dish he made me the first time. He makes it with that unique flavor of his and then denies it all the next moment! His eyes fill with wistful desire at the sight of my complete nudity, yet he denies. He angers me to boot!  

How does he do it? I’m not blind, I can see his longing for me in his eyes. That boundless, raging yearning directed at me, his overwhelming love for me oh so visible.  

I go to meditate with the Master. While I find my answers, I still find no way to prove it. I’m going insane trying find a way out of this mire.  

I conclude that I can only continue as I have. Trying to get him to slip. I'm utterly sure it’s my P’Joe or I would never take him to our house. I’ll never defile our temple of love by taking a stranger there.  

I kiss him with voracious hunger. Oh, how I have missed P’Joe! My love, my heart’s desire, my reason to live, my treasure. I touch him the way I know he loves. He responds oh so beautifully. His desire ignites with my relentless assault, bending to my will like always. His passion sets his eyes ablaze, love and longing swirling in their depths. I grip his hips and mount him like the starving beast I am, caressing his tight channel with my slow thrusts. He moans long and soft in pleasure. When I can no longer hold back, I push him down to the bed and hammer into him. He moves with me, willingly letting me batter his walls, welcoming it. His moans get louder, reverberating through our home that has been silent for years, devoid of my lover’s presence. He sneezes as he reaches the pinnacle of his pleasure. Oh P’Joe. P’Joe! That is all the confirmation I need. This is my P’Joe. The realization sends me over the edge in gentle waves of pleasure. I release in him, claiming his once again as mine, marking him from the inside. He falls to the bed, taking me with him. As he always did, he still moans softly with the aftershocks of pleasure. I sooth him till he comes down from his high.  

And he still denies when I point out facts to him. GRRRRRR!  

Notes:

I tried to convey the unevenness of Ming's mind at this point. kinda hard ot portray it.

Chapter 4

Ming’s POV  

When I got the call, I didn’t know what to feel. The thing is, I never got to mourn my P’Joe. There was no body, no remains, nothing. Just an empty coffin. Mourning over a body gives a sense of finality: I didn’t have that. And with what the master said back then, I was in a limbo: grieving, yet hoping. Logically, I know that P’Joe is right here, next to me. But feelings have no logic. It just feel like I lost P’Joe again.  

I went to see. I refused to believe, but I wanted to know. So, I ordered a DNA test done on it. I could do nothing but mourn in front of his body. Even if P’Joe is here, his eyes are different, his smile is different. I’m the one who pushed P’Joe to this. It’s my fault that I’ll never get to see that beloved smile again. I’ll never see his soulful eyes filled with love for me.  

How could they bring P’Joe here? This would upset P’Joe! P’Joe is soft, how is he to bear this? Have they gone mad? To bring him to see his own body, to witness his own funeral?  

I didn’t hesitate to exercise my power over the situation. I don’t want P’Joe to see this. Why should my soft P’Joe be exposed to such a terrible thing huh?  

But of course, I should’ve known . There’s no stopping him when he wants something. Why must my love be so stubborn ? He sneaked off from his friends and got past my secretary! I was worried about how he’ll react, but he held up quite well, considering the situation. I didn’t move to remove him from the room. This is his body. I could see his tears, his distress. But I dare not offer him comfort. I’m unsure what exactly would come out of my mouth if I try to comfort him while I’m also in mourning.  

P’Joe’s body cannot be kept any longer. It has decayed much, there was nothing to actually see. So, I rushed the funeral rites to give the body some semblance of respect while there was still something left of it. It was utterly painful. Even if I know he’s alive. Even if I have gone through this ceremony before. I couldn’t stop thinking of his beautiful eyes and sunny smile, our days together, what could’ve been if I hadn’t destroyed it all with my folly. I cried for the pain he must have felt when he passed, for the pain I caused him, for the loss he has to bear.  

This is the second time I’m seated next to his coffin, as his spouse. Yes, that’s what I consider myself to be. A miserable widower who drove his spouse to death. For what else am I, when my heart is filled only with him?  

Wut and Sol are here to pay their respect. I’m glad they are here. They hate me and rightly so. But... I feel like...like... there’s someone else who shares my sorrow. It helps to know there are others who cares for P’Joe, who mourns him. Unlike last time, there’s no one here except us. The whole affair was kept quiet. So, no one even knew. I dislike them, I begrudge their closeness to my P’Joe. But I’m grateful for their presence now. I’m oddly glad that they are here. That P’Joe is not being sent off alone.  

What- what is P’Joe doing here? He shouldn’t see this! He shouldn’t go through this! He shouldn't be at his own funeral! And the stubborn man wouldn’t listen to me! Won’t even look at me when I call him!  

Just like last night, I could see his distress, and just like last night, I make no move to offer comfort. I had a feeling he wouldn’t appreciate it. Not from me. Now right now.  

“Why are you crying now?”  

P’Joe is angry. Furious. Yet he loves me, I can see it in his eyes. I’m glad that he’s letting it all out. His anger is better than his indifference. I’ll weather his anger anytime over his cold neutrality. He’s entitled to his anger: this is all because of me after all. He’s in so much distress, I wish I could cocoon him in my arms, kiss his tears away, sooth his turbulent mind. But I dare not.  

Oh! Oh! They know. They know this is P’Joe.  

So, he told them, but not me?  

P’Joe! P’Joe, why didn’t you tell me? I have mourned for so long. Wished for your presence. I’m in so much pain. I cannot eat or sleep properly because you are not in my life. Did you not see any of that when you were with me the last few days? Why didn’t you tell me too? I miss you so much.  

I could tell from the way they interacted with P’Joe that they knew it was him. It was obvious. I felt betrayed. But I also know that I brought this upon myself. Why the fuck would he tell his murderer that he’s alive?  

My guilt at what I did to him, my sorrow at losing him and my joy about his existence is tearing me apart. The latter is a recent addition. Now, instead of a two-front battle, it’s a three-front battle I wage with myself daily. It has made me utterly submissive to P’Joe, unbearably overprotective and annoyingly possessive.  

I’m brought down to my knees as this storm in my mind loses control and hits me with all its might.   

But come hell or high water, I will have the truth out of him. I cannot and will not bear this any longer.  

I unashamedly exercise my power over them. An ugly part of me delights in causing his friends so much distress. The same ugly part revels in claiming P’Joe as mine. Right to his face. No matter how much P’Joe questions it, I am his spouse, he is my love.  

And I will trick him to reveal himself to me.  

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I rush to our home and lie in wait. I’m absolutely certain that he will try to raid the house for anything precious to him before I ‘burn’ all his stuff. As if.  

 

He arrives like clockwork. Sol, he leaves outside. He rushes to exactly where all that is precious to him is and I watch the play of emotion across his face as he holds our couple mugs.  

He’s much like a dear caught in headlights when I light up the place. I confront him, he initially refuses, but finally caves when he realizes that he is being tricked into revealing himself.  

Tong. Again. I cannot apologize enough for what I did to my P’Joe because of that lying scum. I plead and beg with P’Joe to give me a chance. And I think he is starting to melt for my charms, I can see it in his eyes. He even lets me hug him. But Sol interfered. Not that I blame him. He does have a point. I hurt P’Joe. But if either P’Joe or Sol thinks I’ll let P’Joe out of my presence, they are mistaken. P’Joe is mine.  

I can only cry into our bed after they leave. The sheets smell like us, reminding me of the blissful night we spent here a few days ago. The night I laid claim to my heart’s desire. The night P’Joe’s desire echoed in the house again. I let the darkness and tears drown me.  

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If you have money, people are easy to manipulate. I just have to pull some strings to get myself invited to P’Joe’s event. Like hell I’d let Sol near him for long. Sol who’d have no problem charming P’Joe with pretty smiles and soft words. I hate him. But I’d do nothing, absolutely nothing, to jeopardize his life. P’Joe would never forgive me. Even with all the shit I’ve thrown at P’Joe, I know I can entice him to be mine willingly, to forgive me. I can feel him beginning to cave. But if I bring harm to those he cares for, there’ll be no forgiveness for me. So, I let the MC for the event utter all that rubbish. P’Joe on the other hand, I couldn’t get a read on. He accepts my gift of course, but...I dunno...  

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No No No, he’s not listening. Why would he? He’s being stubborn again. Obviously. I thought he was beginning to cave. But he’s so angry. I have never seen him so furious. Certainly not at me! Does he finally hate me? Looks like it. Gods! No! Please, P’Joe, please don’t call me a mistake. I beg you. You deserve that and worse. Please, please don’t ask me to get out of your life. I can’t! I’ll only hold on tight. I don’t know how to calm him. I don’t know...  

And he still thinks this is about Tong! You gave him no reason to think otherwise. I took him from behind this time because I wanted him to remember and to....to ah, it’s easier to hit his spot directly from that position.... Not the time Ming. Run after him. Hold him. Don’t let him go!  

HeDoesn’tLoveMeHeDoesn’tLoveMeHeDoesn’tLoveMeHeDoesn’tLoveMeHeDoesn’tLoveMeHeDoesn’tLoveMe  

Please, please, please  

Anything, anything to keep him with me.  

And I remember: the contract. I can use it.  

I run after him and hug his waist again.  

“You can’t go anywhere. You still have half a year of contract with me. I know you hate me now. But I will spend the rest of the time, making you love me again.”  

I will spend a lifetime, making you love me again P’Joe...  

He caves in.  

 

 

Joe’s POV  

It’s been a mess. I cannot describe what it feels like to...to go to your own funeral. I don't know....what to feel. I feel miserable about my um...old body? Angry about the series of events that led to it... maybe I should have considered other options? Like... waiting tables, manning a coffee machine or something... I don’t know!? Pissed at Tong...Gods I wanna strangle that piece of scum! Like, why doesn’t he hang himself and save me the trouble? Why does that thing exist? And Ming!? Grieving? Please! Makes me wanna laugh and cry at the same time. He...he pushed me that far and now he has the audacity to...to what? Grieve? Well, fuck him. It’s fucking too late Ming!  

Stop being an asshole Joe! Can't you see that Ming is sad? Well, fuck you too, inner voice!  

I’m FED UP of fighting with myself. WHY can’t I SETTLE on one thing? Either HATE him or LOVE him? I can’t do this anymore. I can’t.  

Fucking moron. Burn MY things? THEY ARE MY THINGS YOU PRICK! You...you urgh! I’ll go get them back. I’m not letting you burn jack shit, you dickhead. And I’m no one’s property!  

Burn? He wants to burn my stuff? But I thought he loves me... See? This is what happens when you believe in that fucktard inner voice! You listen to me from now on! But... Oh, shut up!  

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I can feel myself melting for him for god's sake! He given me those puppy eyes and that childish hug and soft voice and I’m Oh so ready to forget and forgive. I just wanna stay with him. I’d do anything for Ming. I am this close to giving in – Punch – Oh Thank you Sol! I needed that wake-up call...  

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I’m annoyed at his high-handed behavior but...gods! I have to work hard to not blush. He’s so handsome and he gifted me flowers! Flowers!  

I feel a flash of pride about Ming. He has reached far in a very short time. And even Sol’s fans love Ming.  

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Making me love you again Ming? How can you do that when my heart and soul is already yours? When I love you more than I love myself? When all I wanna do is spend the rest of my life in your arms? I’M ALREADY YOURS!  

Squeeeaaaaallll!! Ming! You really want me. You found a good reason to keep me with you. Now I can’t be stubborn. Squuueeeaall! He wanna make me love him! Oh so romantic!  

Do shut up! This is the kind of nonsense that got me killed once.  

Stop it you cynical prick. He’s trying...  

Pfft. He’s a bastard.  

But off course I give in to him. Coz I’ a fool in love.  

 

A/N: It's hard to put their feelings to work. Specially Joe. I believe he's a mess at this point.