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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.