Winning Your Heart
Rated PG-13 for slight language
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“I bet I could get her number in less than five minutes.” My best friend Jay said cockily, pointing to a brunette strutting through the clothing store we worked at in her over-sized sunglasses and under-sized outfit.
I laughed. “Jay, you probably couldn’t get a girl’s number even if it was glued to your hand.”
He turned to glare at me. “Reese, must you play me all the time?”
I nodded dutifully. “Yes. Yes, I must.”
Jay sighed. “You’re so damn lucky you help with the rent. Otherwise, I would have gotten rid of you a long time ago.” He fixed the fitted cap on his head and straightened up his clothing. “Now, watch this b-boy in action.” Jay smiled that oh-so-devilish smile and made his way over to the girl. I just watched him in amusement. That was my best friend.
Oh, that’s right. You don’t even know who I am. Well, my name is Teresa, but Jay never calls me that. To Jay Park, I’ve always just been Reese. I was born in Seattle, which is where I met Jay when I was merely three years old. I now live in Los Angeles, California, where Jay and I live in an apartment and go to school together. I’m a Korean-American, like Jay, and I love break dancing, like Jay; in fact, I am the first female member Art of Movement ever had. Why? ‘Cause Jay brought me. As you can see, my life contains a LOT of Jay. But, I don’t mind. I mean, I am in love with him. Yeah, I know. You’re probably thinking, ‘What the hell? You’re in love with him, but you’re okay with him hitting on random girls.’ Well, Jay is a player and he’s happy with that. So, I’m happy too. Cliché, right? But, what can I say? It’s how I feel!
“I told you!” Jay’s enthusiastic voice broke into my inner ramblings and I looked up to see him staring down at me with a smile, a crisp piece of paper clenched in his hand. He thrust the paper into my hand, his smile transforming into a smirk as I opened it to see ten digits sprawled out under a name. ‘Jessica’. Hmph. Sounded like a bitch. But, I wouldn’t tell Jay that.
I handed the paper back to him. “Well, I bet you’ll be done with her in a month. Or less,” I said matter-of-factly, folding my arms across my chest. Jay just scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, punching my arm lightly as he jogged off to help the group of teenage girls who’d just walked into the store.
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Jay and I love making bets and being as competitive as we are with each other, we take those bets pretty damn seriously. I remember this one time, Jay’s mom bought a giant bag of candies for the trick o’ treaters that visit the house during Halloween and Jay and I found it sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting to be opened. I immediately bet him that I could eat more than him and bam! The two of us were stuffing our faces senseless; smacking candies out of each other’s hands, knocking the other out of their chair, anything to ensure a victory. Hell, Jay even punched me in the stomach a few times…which eventually led to me kicking him in the throat. And THAT led to a full-blown wrestling match in the middle of the kitchen room floor, which ended in Jay’s furious mother chasing us out of the house with a broom, covered in chocolate and candy wrappers. Jay and I were twenty-one years old. It’s a good thing we don’t like to drink, huh?
Anyway, the month passed by normally: Jay spending all his time with this Jessica girl and me sitting on the couch bored out of my mind since Jay wasn’t there. I anticipated that end of that month and the eventual break-up because one, it would mean I’d won. Again. And two, I’d get my best friend back and we could finally hang out again. But, imagine my surprise when at the end of the month, Jay walked into our apartment with a now-blond Jessica clinging to his arm. “Oh! Reese! I didn’t know you were home!” He exclaimed brightly as he left Jessica’s side and locked me in a tight embrace. I didn’t even register that his arms were around me and didn’t hug him back. I was still in awe that the girl was standing in our apartment. Why? Jay had never introduced me to one of his girls. Ever. He said, and I quote, “Well, they won’t be around for a long time anyway. Don’t want you getting attached or something.” So, why is she here?
“So…” I started, “you must be Jessica.”
She nodded with a bright smile, her blond hair bobbing delicately. “And you must be Teresa. It’s great to finally meet you. Jay talks about you all the time.” She commented, giving a Jay a look that made him chuckle and smile. Ew. Couple telepathy. Not in front of me please.
“Oh, really? I heard so much about you too.” I said with a smirk directed at Jay, who looked down with a sheepish smile rubbing the back of his neck. I shook my head and chuckled under my breath. “So, what are you guys going to do today?”
“Well, Reese. I was hoping that you would come out with Jess and I.” Jay answered. “We’re going to see a movie and then, go out to eat.”
I stared at him. “So, why do I have to come?”
Jay smiled. “I want the two most important ladies in my life to get to know each other. Maybe even become best friends…”
My mind went blank. Best…friends? Whoa, whoa, whoa. First, he introduces us and now, he wants attachments?! How serious were these two? It turned out, though, I should not have asked.
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If I had to see him feed her one more time, I would take these chopsticks and impale myself. Impale myself right through the heart. Or the eyes. Maybe the ears. Whichever will be more painful. The whole time we’d been together, from the movie to now, these two had been sickly sweet. Cooing to each other, pet names, feeding each other, the whole shebang. I wanted to die.
But, I was in for much worse than that. For the first month, that’s all I saw day in and day out. Lovey-dovey crap. Jessica coming over every day, all day. Jay making her breakfast, dinner, lunch; anything her little heart desired. Kisses, hugs, hand-holding, secret touches and whispers. One time, I came home late and Jay and Jessica were half-naked, practically dry-humping on the couch. Let me just say, that was like a horror movie moment for me, scary music and all.
But, after that, things took a turn for the worse. Being as good-looking as they were, people always checked those two out and Jessica and Jay were extremely jealous of people looking at their lover. Fights brewed daily and because of the littlest things: from Jay not calling Jessica to rumors about Jessica and other guys. They even fought about what the other was wearing! But, that wasn’t all. When they weren’t fighting, Jessica was always asking for something. Money, clothing, shoes; anything she could think of, she’d request. And Jay, with all the love in his little heart, would grant it. But, I could tell that, after a while, their relationship was starting to take a toll on him. He was a lot more irritable and annoyed and he snapped at the littlest thing. He even stopped amicably chatting up the customers at the store. It was almost like Jessica was sucking the life out of him. But, whenever I confronted him about it, he would always say the same thing: “Don’t worry about it. I’m perfectly happy.”
So, I left it alone and kept my feelings to myself. As much as being just friends with Jay was fine with me, I knew that if we dated, there would be no problems. No arguments, no kicking, no screaming. Jay and I knew each other so well and we matched so perfectly that it wouldn’t happen. But, he said he was happy. I just left it alone.
The day he came home crying was the day I decided that always sitting back hiding my feelings because he was “happy” just wasn't enough. I was sitting on the couch watching TV. It was almost three in the morning and I had class at ten. But, for some reason, I couldn't sleep. It was if there was something controlling me, telling me "Not yet." The apartment door opened and Jay entered so quietly that, if I hadn't looked up to see him standing there, I wouldn't have even known he'd walked in.
"Ay, the lover boy’s here! How was your date?" I asked cheerfully. When he didn't answer and simply stared at the ground, I knew something was wrong. "Jay? Jay, what happened?" He sniffled and I could see a drop of water fall from his face to the ground. Tears. Jay Park was crying. "Jay. What did Jessica do to you?" I asked angrily, ready to kill the girl who'd hurt him.
"She...she broke up with me." With that, Jay collapsed to the ground in a fit of heart-wrenching sobs.
"Oh, God. Jay..." I cooed softly as I stood up and moved to his side. I wrapped my arms around him and bit my lip sadly as he wrapped his arms around my waist, buried his head in my neck and cried harder. "Shh, shh, it's okay." I soothed, rubbing his back.
"She said I wasn't good enough for her, she said she found someone else, she said she didn't love me anymore. Oh, God, what am I going to do, Reese? I love her so much." He broke off into more crying and his hold on me got tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid I would leave next.
Eventually, the sobs subsided and Jay grew quiet. "Jay?" I lifted his head off my shoulder to see that he'd fallen fast asleep, tears still wetting his flawless features. I sighed and placed his head in my lap, laying the rest of his body out comfortably on the floor. I slowly inched backwards until my back hit the chair. Leaning on it, I sat back and ran my fingers through his silky soft hair. As I cradled the now asleep Jaebeom’s head in my lap and wiped his cold tears, I whispered, “I bet I could win your heart and make you fall in love with me. And I promise you, when I win that bet, you’ll never cry again.”
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I knew that I had a lot of work ahead of me if I wanted this to be a success. Jay liked glamorous girls. Ones that looked like they belonged on the front cover of Vogue Magazine or walking a Victoria Secret’s runway. That wasn’t me. I was the girl who liked a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and some kicks. Make-up wasn’t my thing and I damn sure didn’t have sex appeal or bedroom eyes. So, I knew that the first step was a makeover.
The very next day, I woke up early to see Jay’s head was still resting in my lap. In the morning sun, I could see the bags under his eyes and it was obvious that by the time he woke up, they’d be swollen too. I sighed. That Jessica girl better hope I don’t run into her in the streets at nighttime. Because that would be asking for some trouble. I managed to lift Jay’s limp body off the ground and shift him so that he was leaning on me with his arm around my neck. I dragged him over to the couch and lay him out. Pulling the blanket I had left there over his body, I pressed a kiss to his forehead before heading into my room and preparing for the day ahead of me. Before I got into the shower, I sent a simple text message. ‘Meet me at the mall at 11 am.’
It was 10:55 when I stepped out of my car to see Taec waiting patiently on the steps leading into the mall’s plaza. Taecyeon was the only other Korean-American at the university Jay and I went to. So, it was a given that we bonded with him almost immediately and it helped that he fit in perfectly with us. His goofy ways and that joker attitude made him dissolve into the friendship Jay and I had built fairly easy. I called him out here because he was the only one who knew about my feelings for Jay and he was going to help me find what I needed to make Jay mine.
When he spotted me walking towards him, Taec smiled. He stood from the steps and hugged me tightly. Once he’d released me, he looked down at me and said, “So, you want to explain why I’m out here at 11 on Saturday morning?”
I grinned. “Well, we’re at the mall, so I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you’re here to go shopping with me.”
Taec frowned. “What? Shopping? You?” He placed his hand on my forehead and shook his head. “No fever. Did something happen last night?” I sighed. Taec knew me too well. I quickly relayed the story to him and he nodded. “So, basically, you’re finally going to tell Jay how you feel.”
“Yup.”
“And instead of just telling him, you’re going to change your whole persona and look to seduce him.”
“Yup.”
“And I’m supposed to help.”
“Yup.”
“You do know Jay will kill me if he finds out.”
“I do.”
“Then, I’m in.”
“I knew you would be.”
“Am I that predictable?”
“You are.”
“Why are we talking like this?”
“I have no idea.”
We laughed before finally heading into the building, arms linked together. For some reason, Taec was the one I could always be more feminine around. Maybe it was because I hadn’t known him as long as I’d known Jay, so I was a bit reluctant to show my full tomboy side. Or maybe it was the fact that he had a major crush on me and those vibes just pulled it out of me. That day, we just went around to all the top brand-name stores in the mall and I bought everything that Taecyeon suggested. Well, not really, since Taecyeon insisted on paying for everything.
When I got back home (without the bags of clothing; Taec took them so that Jay wouldn’t find anything), Jay was awake. He was still in the clothes he had been wearing the night before and was just staring blank at the TV. His eyes, just as I had predicted, were swollen and red. He looked terrible. “Hey…” I whispered out.
“Hey.” He whispered back with a small smile. He watched me as I stared at him painfully. He chuckled sadly. “I look pathetic, don’t I? Who knew that the playboy Jay Park could sink this damn low.” He sighed and ran his hand over his face. “Now, I understand how all those girls I played felt.” He looked me in the eyes and I could see tears brewing again. “Am I being punished? Is that why I’m going through this?” He broke off the sentence with a sob before he buried his head into his hands.
“No, Jay. That’s not why. You’re going through this because Jessica is heartless and selfish. You’re not being punished. You just…got the short end of the stick this time around. I’m sorry…” I trailed off as I sat next to him slowly. In a repeat of last night, he wrapped his arms around me, buried his face in my shoulder and cried. That’s when I realized that no matter what, I had to follow through with this plan. I didn’t think Jay could survive another heartbreak.
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In the time that Jay spent getting over Jessica, I prepared myself for what I called ‘Operation: Win Jay Park’s Heart’. Little by little, I started to change my clothing style and attitude. From gradually shortening the length of my shorts and skirts to tightening my shirts, I did whatever I could to see what exactly got Jay’s attention. At first, he didn’t even turn his head. But, as time went on, I noticed that he began to give me the side-glances and looks he usually gave those other girls. I was ecstatic.
The final stage was Jay’s twenty-fourth birthday party, where I was going to unveil a whole new me. To Jay’s surprise and dismay, I decided to spend the whole day with Taecyeon, who took me to a spa and salon to get a haircut, my make-up done and a much-needed day of relaxation and me time. Let me tell you, seducing a depressed guy is a LOT of hard work.
When time came for me to get dressed and ready to go, the nerves started to kick in. What if this didn’t work? What if I ended up ruining our relationship forever? I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to be doubtful. I had to go through with it! Teresa hwaiting! …I’m pretty sure I butchered that. God, my Korean is so fail. Anyway, I pulled the skin-tight black dress and matching heels I’d bought with Taec out of the closet of the guest room at his house and proceeded to put it on. Afterwards, I styled my hair the way the ladies at the salon taught me; with some pins and a little bit of hair products, I managed to put it together perfectly. My black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail with a bump in the front. With a light touch-up on my makeup, I was ready to go. Grabbing Jay’s gift off the bed, I stopped to take one last look in the mirror. This wasn’t something Jay was used to seeing me in, so I could only hope that I looked good. It seemed, though, I had nothing to worry about; the reaction I got from Taecyeon and his friend Yoochun as I walked down the stairs told me that I looked much more than good.
“Well, damn. Is that what you’ve been hiding under those jeans and whatnot?” Taecyeon exclaimed as he scurried by my side ecstatically, spinning me around to get a better look. “And I thought I liked you before. Teresa, I think I could easily fall in love with you.” He pouted. “Jay always gets the good ones.” I laughed.
“So this is the Teresa I’ve been hearing about.” Yoochun said as he stood up and moved to Taecyeon’s side, his husky voice and adorable smile making my knees weak. Must stay true to Jay, must stay true to Jay.
I nodded shyly and held my hand out for him to shake. “Nice to meet you. Yoochun, right?”
“Why, yes, beautiful. And it’s so very nice to meet you too.” He whispered, kissing the back of my hand lightly. Must stay true to Jay, must stay true to Jay.
“Yah! That’s Jay’s girl you’re hitting on!” Taec cried.
I rolled my eyes. “Taec, I’m NOT Jay’s girl.” I hissed, punching him in the arm. Jeez, the tall idiot’s over here ruining my chances with Yoo…gah, what am I thinking? Jay Park, Jay Park, Jay Park. Must stay true, must stay true, must stay true. That should be my slogan…
“Not yet.” Taec whined, rubbing the spot I’d punched.
“You make it seem like it’s BOUND to happen.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Well, you’re his ideal type. And you’re pretty spunky and feisty.” Then, he leaned into me. “Then, again, Jay and I have always had similar tastes.” He winked and leaned back, chuckling as my face turned bright red.
“Aish, Yoochun, leave her be!” Taec commanded as he elbowed the boy out of his way and took my head in his hands. “Think Jay, Teresa. Think Jay.” He shook my head softly as if he was setting my mind right.
I blinked up at him and smiled. “Jay who?”
Taec sighed. “Look what you’ve done! She can’t even remember the guy and she’s confessing to him TONIGHT!”
Yoochun shrugged. “Whatever. She’s hot, I’m hot, we can have a party.” He winked and I blushed furiously. Again.
“Dude, you’re impossible. Teresa, let’s go before this idiot gives you amnesia.” Taec pulled me out of the house with Yoochun trailing behind us, flirting incessantly with me. Oh, Jay Park. You’re lucky I’m so in love with you.
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When we got to the club, it was packed to the brim with Jay’s friends, family and others. I saw people we’d battled and people we’d gone to school with in Seattle. All those people who knew me through Jay stared incredulously as I walked by, greeting them all on my way to VIP. Haha, they’re getting quite a shocker from this one, huh. Didn’t know I could look like this, huh? Bam! As we got closer and closer to the door of the room I knew Jay was in, my heart began to beat faster and faster. My hand tightened around Taec’s and he looked down at me, already knowing what was wrong. He smiled. “Don’t worry,” he whispered soothingly, “everything will be just fine.” I hope so, Taec. I hope so.
We opened the door and was amazed by what we saw. The room was extremely luxurious; with its own bar and bartender, smooth leather couches that were soft to the touch and an wall replaced by a window facing the dance floor, it couldn’t have been anything but a VIP room. My eyes roamed the small group of people enjoying the room until my eyes landed on the man of the night.
When I found him, my breath caught in my throat and my knees went weak. He looked gorgeous, more gorgeous than usual. His baby soft skin seemed to glisten in the dim light of room as the first real smile I’d seen on him in months beamed on his beautiful face. His broad shoulders and extremely toned upper body was clothed in a white, long-sleeved thermal that fit his body perfectly. His legs traveled down in slightly tight black jeans that ended in a pair of fresh out the box black and white Converse. On his head, his reddish hair was combed down, the fringe of his faux hawk hanging over his forehead and an all-black cap hung loosely off the back of his head.
I noticed that some of the guys around him had seen me and were staring at me lustfully and cringed. Was this how those girls felt all the time? It was damn creepy; what did they like about this attention? One of the guys sitting next to Jay, who I identified as his (actually, our) little brother Jehan, smiled at me as he nudged his brother in the side. When Jay turned to him, he pointed at me and that’s when it happened.
Jay’s mouth dropped and his eyes grew wide, which is something I’ve never seen him do before. I felt myself blush and look down shyly. What the hell? Me shy? Around Jay? I’ve been in love with him for years and I’ve never been shy before. Maybe it’s because this is the first time that I’m sure that he sees me as a girl before he sees me as his best friend. He stood up and made his way through the guys around him and walked over to Taec and I. After high-fiving Taec, who secretly winked at me and left, he turned to me with a small smile. “Wow. Reese, you look…amazing.” His voice was deep and husky, and my heart began to beat faster. This was the voice he used when he was talking to other girls. Looked like I was doing pretty well so far.
I smiled. “Thanks. Happy birthday, Jay.” I slid my present into his hand and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. He put the small, bow-tied box into his back pocket before placing his hands on the small of my back and pulling me against him. His hard body was warm, and I was hyperaware of it because of the thin fabric and short length of my dress.
“Thank you, Reese.” He pulled away and smiled at me. “Never thought I’d see the day when you looked like this.”
I smirked and looked down at myself. “To be honest, neither did I.” I answered with a slight shrug. “But, hey, you only turn 24 once. After this, you’ll be in your late-20s! Oldie.” I joked.
Jay rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You’re not too far away either, so don’t go there.”
I stuck my tongue out at him and smiled before walking into the group of guys sitting behind him and joining them. “Well, look who it is.” I teased as I turned to face the younger Park brother. “Little Jehan who has no time for me anymore! How are you doing?”
He chuckled before wrapping his arms around my shoulder in a one-armed hug. “Well, not as good as you. Look at you! Teresa isn’t a tomboy anymore, it’s a miracle.” He sighed. “Why couldn’t you have done this when you were still in Seattle? Then, you and I could have…you know.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me playfully and blew me a kiss.
“Ew, Jehan, never.” I pushed him off me. What, just ‘cause I look a little different, everyone’s going to start hitting on me? Jay, the things I do for you. Speaking of Jay, where the heck did he go? I looked around to see my eyes landing on him sitting at the bar with a girl in a barely-there see-through dress whispering something in his ear. He had his arm around his waist and her hand was rubbing his chest and abs lightly. Hmph. Looked like a slut. But, I wouldn’t tell Jay that.
I sighed and turned back to the group to see Taecyeon staring at me, obviously aware of what I’d just seen. He raised his eyebrow as if asking me if I was okay, and I shrugged. If Jay was going to be a playboy again, that was fine. I’d just keep trying until I got his attention. Taec stood up from his seat and made his way to me. Holding out his hand to me, he motioned to the dance floor with a smile. I shrugged and looked over at Jay. The girl was still there, but this time, his attention was solely on me and Taec. Well, mainly Taec, because if my eyes weren’t deceiving me, Jay was shooting daggers and flames of the hottest degree at our friend. Glaring, if I dare say it. Was he jealous?
Taec stood me up when I took too long to respond and pulled me flush against his body. He leant his head down and brushed his lips against my ear, tilting his head in a way that Jay could see what he was doing. “The best way to get a guy to realize his feelings for you,” he whispered, “is to get him jealous. Let’s dance.” Without hesitation, Taecyeon dragged me out of the room and onto the dance floor. ‘Whatcha Say’ by Jason DeRulo blasted through the speakers while Taec and I moved together. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist as we grinded to the beat, my back against his chest.
As I danced with Taecyeon, a hundred questions swirled in my head. Was Jay watching us? Was he jealous? Was I being sexy enough? Did I still look okay? Was I making a fool of myself? Well, I couldn’t ask Jay face to face, so I pulled Taecyeon in close. In fact, so close it might have looked like we were kissing from Jay’s standpoint. “Am I overdoing it?” I asked in a whisper. Gah, this is not like me. The Teresa I knew was confident about everything she did! Stupid Jay Park.
Taec smiled that signature smile and laughed. “Nope. To be completely honest, you’re pretty damn sexy right now and I think everyone here knows it.”
“What?” I took the time to look around me to see that every guy in our general vicinity was staring at me hungrily and all the girls were glaring at me with envy. Those girls were jealous? Of me? Awesome. “Well, they aren’t the ones that matter.”
Taec nodded; he already knew what I meant by that. “Well, Jay has been staring since we got on the dance floor.” A bright smile spread across my face and I giggled, which made Taecyeon chuckle in return. That was exactly what I wanted to happen; if he couldn’t look away, that must have meant he liked what he saw, right?
So, I kept going. As the songs played on, Taec and I’s dancing became less and less innocent and I was pretty sure that sooner or later, we would have to be stopped lest we wanted to give everyone a REAL show. But, I didn’t let all that get to me. I was having fun–real fun–something I hadn’t been able to do in a while, so I slowly forgot my plan and let myself get lost in the music and in the arms of my personal giant (Taec is flipping tall!). But, it didn’t last long because I was pulled away from Taec abruptly and met the eyes of a fuming Jay Park.
“Jay? What are you doing?” I asked.
Growling out a harsh “Shut up” in response, Jay dragged me out of the club, ignoring my cries and protests. When he finally came to a stop, he spun around and I immediately cringed. He was looking at me with such a glare in his eyes that I had to fight the urge to run away. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He growled out, his beautiful eyes dark with fury.
I stared at him in shock. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He scoffed nastily. “Really? How about you all over Taec like you have no goddamn sense? Huh?!” He exhaled heavily and ran his hand down his face. “Reese, I’ve just been ignoring it and haven’t said anything. But, I can’t hold back anymore. You’re changing and I can’t really say that I like it. I mean, from your clothes to the way you dance, nothing’s the same. And I miss the Reese I used to know.”
I opened my mouth to answer him, but closed it again. Had I really changed that much? I mean, everything I had done was to gain his attention, to become more that just his friend. But, had I really lost what had brought us together in the first place? “Jay…I…” I stopped. If I told him why I had changed, I would also have to tell him how I felt. And this wasn’t the way I wanted it to happen. When I finally confessed, I wanted to be completely sure about his feelings for me. “Nevermind.” I mumbled, trying to push past him and go back inside.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back. Trapping me between the brick wall of the club’s exterior and his arms, he stared down at me. “Answer my damn question.” I shook my head. “Reese. Answer me.”
“No.”
“Teresa…” He said in a warning tone.
“Jaebeom…” I said, mocking him.
“Why can’t you just tell me?!” He suddenly exploded, making me jump in surprise. “What, you think I’ll be hurt or something? Did you change for Taec? To impress him? You like him? Or what, you did it for a girl? You’re gay? Just tell me!”
Okay, his reasons were really pissing me off. Gay? Where would he ever get that from? I sighed. Well, seeing that Jay wouldn’t let me leave without telling him, I gave in. “Okay…I did it…because I love you.” I said quietly. But, I knew he heard me because his breath caught in his throat and he quickly grew silent.
“Wh-What?” He stuttered out.
I nodded and continued. “I’ve been in love with you for years, but I knew that you didn’t like girls like me. I mean, tomboys and stuff. So, I decided to change myself so that I could win your heart and make you feel the same way. But, I can tell by your face that I didn’t and you don’t, so I think I’m going to go inside before I embarrass myself any further.” I tried to step around him, but once again, he pulled me back. But, this time, he pulled me in close and when I finally came to a stop, Jay’s lips were pressed firmly against mine and his strong hands were locked around my waist.
My eyes widened in shock. Jay was kissing me. I was kissing Jay. What do I do, what do I do, what do I do? My conscience kicked me mentally. ‘Just shut up and enjoy it.’ My eyes fluttered closed and my arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. When we finally parted, I was breathless and Jay’s eyes were dark with something I’d never seen him look at me with before: passion.
“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Jay said with a small smile. “Why would you change for me? I mean, I’m flattered and all. But, if I didn’t like you the way you were, I wouldn’t keep you around.” When my jaw dropped, he laughed, before nuzzling my nose with his own. “Yeah. I bet you didn’t know you won my heart a long time ago, Reese. And it took my relationship with Jessica to see that.” He paused. “Reese, I love you. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to be more than your best friend.”
I rolled my eyes. “Idiot. If I’ll have you? I went through all of this so I could GET you. Of course, I’ll have you.”
He laughed. “Well, good. You didn’t really have a choice anyway.” Then, he pressed those soft lips against mine again and I couldn’t help but smile. Victory is mine!
Act of Obsession
Rated R for sexual scenes and language.
This was a request for jaelove.
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“Yeonhee, make sure you eat later, okay? You’ve been practicing hard today and I know you tend to forget.” The choreographer said to the petite girl as she prepared to walk out of the door and into the humid summer afternoon.
“Yes, ma’am.” Yeonhee said playfully with a mock salute.
The choreographer laughed and shook her head. “I’m serious! I don’t want you to faint on me or something and end up in the hospital. You are our best dancer, missy. So, promise me you’ll eat.”
“Yes, yes, I promise. I’ll see you next week, Hanuel.” She waved goodbye and left the dance school with a smile. She felt honored that the top teacher was worrying about her, but she felt like it really wasn’t needed. Yeonhee always did this; go to dance for a few hours, then head straight to work at the animal shelter. This wasn’t too abnormal but because Yeonhee was always moving around, she tended to forget to just take a break and go without eating. It happened almost every day but she was never affected by it.
So, instead of stopping at the local store on her way to work, Yeonhee just walked straight to the bus stop and rode it all the way to the shelter. When she got there, she signed in quickly and went to the staff lounge to change into her standard light blue polo and khakis. She really enjoyed her job because she got to play with and care for animals all day and it made her happy seeing the looks on people’s faces when they got a new pet. It was a great place and she loved every minute she spent there.
So, when the manager asked her to train a batch of neglected dogs that just came in from the local animal hospital, she was more than happy to do it. Unlike the other workers who were wary of the animals from the hospital because they were usually scared and in result would attack, Yeonhee cherished that job and always did it; she even had the scars to prove it. Many times, she had taken brutal hits from dogs, cats and more but it was worth it to see them happy again and free from the fear their previous owner had instilled in them.
She walked into the training room with a bag of various toys and treats for the box of small and skinny Black Lab puppies. As they looked up and saw her approaching, they retreated against the back of the box, whimpering in fear while her shadow towered over them. Yeonhee sighed sadly and bent down. “Oh, don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” She reached her hand out slowly to pet one of them on the head but its brother quickly ran out and stood in front of her hand, growling defensively. With only the slightest bit of hesitation, she reached out farther, only to have the puppy jump up and bit her. “Ow!” She exclaimed, falling back in surprise. “Aish, for such a small thing, you really pack a bite.” She said as she looked down at the small, red holes that were slowly leaking blood.
“That’s usually how it is.” A deep masculine voice said from behind her. She turned to see her co-worker Jaebeom smiling down at her. He bent down next to her with a first aid kit clutched in his hand and examined her wound. “The puppies are usually more vicious because they’re still in their development stage during the abuse and because of that, they think any human is going to hurt them.” He explained as he cleaned and wrapped her wound. “But, I bet you knew that already. There you go.” He said when he was done.
“Ah! Thank you, Jaebeom-sshi.” She bowed slightly at the short man.
Jaebeom rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you that you don’t have to call me that all the time.”
Yeonhee smiled and scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “Sorry. I guess I’m just used to it by now.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Well, I guess I’ll leave you to your training. If you get more
cuts or anything, you know where to find me.” He winked before leaving the room with a slight wave.
Yeonhee stared after him before shaking her head and turning back to the puppies. When she had first met the slightly older, extremely buff Jaebeom, Yeonhee wasn’t going to lie; she had a teeny crush on him and even planned to confess to him on Valentine’s Day. But that all went out the window when she met his boyfriend, Taecyeon, that night. Ever since then, she tended to be overly formal towards him. It was just mainly because she was embarrassed about the whole situation.
She shook her head. “Okay, time to focus.” She slowly tilted the box on its side to let the puppies roam. They immediately scurried away from her to hide but the shelter workers already knew their ways. Anything an animal could hide under had been taken out of the room. For hours, Yeonhee just ran back and forth with the puppies. After a while, she got them warming up to her a little more and was even able to feed them treats. By the time she was done, she was exhausted but very happy that she made progress so quickly.
With a quick goodbye to everyone with a night shift, Yeonhee slowly made her way to the bus stop. She sat quietly in the back row, slowly regretting her decision to not eat that day. It wasn’t because she was tired or hungry. It was more because her stomach was growling constantly and since all the people were sitting silently, her hunger pains could be heard as if they were on a loudspeaker. Her face went a hot, violent red as she blushed and bent her head low to hide her face. “Aish, of all the times for you to growl, you choose now.” Yeonhee mumbled to her mid-section as the bus sped through the bustling Seoul streets.
When it was finally time for Yeonhee to get off at her stop, she was off the bus in the blink of an eye. “How embarrassing…” She said as she quickly made her way up the sidewalk and to the door of her apartment building. She walked in and smiled sweetly at the security man, who was at his desk before proceeding to the elevator door. When she reached out to press the call button for the elevator, she notices a sign on the doors. ‘Elevator Out of Order’
Yeonhee pouted and she could hear chuckling coming from the man behind her. “Seunghyun-shii, don’t laugh at me,” She whined innocently as she stomped her feet. “I don’t wanna walk all those damn stairs.”
Seunghyun smiled. “Well, looks like you’ll have to. Unless,” he said suggestively. “You want to spend the night in my apartment. I mean, it’s right on this floor.” He wiggled his eyebrows and blew kisses at her.
Yeonhee laughed with a mock grimace on her face. “Sorry, Seunghyun. My heart belongs to
Siwon-oppa right now. Maybe another time.”
“You ALWAYS say that.”
With a simple shrug and a wave, Yeonhee was on her way up the stairs. It wasn’t fun, seeing how she lived on the 20th floor. A.K.A the TOP floor. By the time she got to the 10th floor, she was feeling a little woozy. ‘Ugh, this is a sign that I need to exercise more. Obviously dance is not enough.’ When she finally got to her floor, Yeonhee was feeling more than just woozy. The room was spinning too quickly for her and it was giving her a massive headache. She leaned on the wall and closed her eyes, resting her head against the cool plaster.
She was standing just relaxing for about five minutes when a smooth and husky voice called out to her. “Excuse me, miss? Are you okay?” Her eyes opened and she was face to face with a god. His brown hair lightly brushed his broad shoulders and framed his pale, feminine face perfectly. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to glisten in the dim hallway and his plump, pink lips were curved in a genuine and caring smile.
“Uh, ye-yeah, I am.” For some reason, she felt drawn to him but she was wary. One, she had a boyfriend so that would technically be cheating. And, two, the way he watched her…there was just something in his eyes. “I’m just a bit tired…I’ll just go in my apartment and-“As she talked to him, she stood off the wall. She took a few steps past him before wobbling and falling to the ground. Her head was pounding and her throat felt really dry.
“Yeonhee-ah!” She heard the stranger yell. She was too weak to think about that fact that he knew her name or that he was calling her ‘Yeonhee-ah’ as if he knew her or something. But, she did think about the warm arms that wrapped her up and carried her out of the hallway and the solid chest that her head was resting softly in. The only thing through her mind was, ‘This feels nice…’
***
When she opened her eyes, Yeonhee was met with darkness. At first, she panicked because she thought she had fainted in the hallway but she realized she was in a warm bed. ‘Oh, I must gotten into my apartment and just gone to sleep or something.’ She sat up and looked around. Then, she panicked again. The room she was in at that moment was NOT hers. In fact, if she had to guess…it was a guy’s room. “Oh, My God!” She screamed and ran out of the room frantically. She stopped in the empty living room and looked around for her bag and shoes. “I’ve gotta get out of here bef-“
“Yeonhee?”
She spun around to face the person who’d called her name. When she saw the man’s face, all of the memories of what had happened in the hallway came rushing back to her and she relaxed. “Oh, you’re the man from the hallway, right?”
He nodded with a smile. “I’m Jaejoong.”
“Oh. And I’m-“
“Yeonhee, I know.” Seeing her puzzled and slightly scared face, he laughed. “I go to the same dance studio as you. You’re Haneul’s favorite student; she talks about you all the time.”
“Oh.” Yeonhee responded. “Did you…did you carry me in here when I fainted?” Jaejoong nodded. “Thanks! God knows what could have happened to me if you hadn’t been there.”
“I don’t mind, just doing the right thing. Come, have something to eat before you go.”
“Aniyo, I don’t want to overstay my welcome and-“
“Believe me, you’re always welcome here. Now, let’s go eat.”
They sat at the kitchen counter and ate some Chinese food Jaejoong had ordered while Yeonhee was resting and talked about themselves for what seemed like hours. But, when Yeonhee looked up at the clock, she was startled to see that it was close to 2 in the morning. “Oh, wow. I’ve got to go, it’s late. Thank you very much for helping me, oppa.” She leaned over and kissed Jaejoong on the cheek and walked out of the kitchen to grab her things. “Bye again, oppa.” She called out as she opened the door. She didn’t realize Jaejoong was right behind her until the door slammed shut and she was trapped between his hands. “Uh…Jaejoong?” She turned around slowly to look him in the face.
“I’ve been watching you for months, Yeonhee. Waiting for you to notice me. And now that you have…I’m afraid I can’t let you leave.” He said huskily before swooping his head down for a gentle kiss.
Yeonhee’s eyes widened in shock as she pressed her hands against his chest in a desperate attempt to push him away. She was able to get him away from her for a second. “What the hell are you—" He pressed his lips against hers harshly to shut her up. She began to punch him over and over again, but he hardly felt a thing. He gripped her wrists, keeping her from moving her hands, and deepened the kiss. Yeonhee tried to pull away but she was pressed firmly against the door and there was nowhere to go.
Her eyes filled with tears as Jaejoong’s tongue pushed forward and roamed inside of her mouth. ‘Mianhae, Siwon oppa…’ She thought as the tears began to spill on her pale cheeks.
Jaejoong felt the salty tears on his lips and pulled away immediately. He stared down at the girl he loved so much as the tears ran down her face and her eyes were clouded with pain, sadness and fear. “An-Aniya. Don’t cry, Yeonhee-ah. Oppa will make it better.” He whispered as he wiped her tears off of her face. He kissed her cheek lightly before wrapping her up in a tight hug. He picked her up gently and carried her to the bedroom she’d woken up in hours before.
As he laid her body on the bed, Yeonhee just watched him. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to fight him off, so she thought it would be best to just let him kiss her to his heart’s content. So, when he kissed her again, she didn’t respond. She just moved her mouth when she needed to and kept the rest of her body stone still.
Eventually, Jaejoong got frustrated and in turn, rougher with his kisses. He bit and nibbled harshly on her neck and lips as he grabbed at her body hungrily. Yeonhee squirmed at the pain she felt but she also bit back a moan as she felt something she never had before…pleasure. Not even with Siwon did she feel that, and feeling it with this stranger who had practically kidnapped her felt like the ultimate betrayal.
“Kiss me back.” Jaejoong growled angrily, his eyes clouded with lust.
Yeonhee took a deep, shaky breath and shook her head. “N-No…I won’t do it. You aren’t my lover or my boyfriend.”
Jaejoong smirked. “Fine, I’ll just have to change that, then.” He pressed his lips against hers again and his hands reached down towards her pants and it hit her. Jaejoong wanted sex. And he was going to take it from her, whether she liked it or not.
Not while she was still breathing, he wouldn’t.
With a surprising amount of strength, Yeonhee pushed him off of her, kneeing him in the groin in the process. Jaejoong screamed in pain as he fell off the bed, hands between his legs. But, he recovered quickly when he saw that Yeonhee was scrambling for his bedroom door and running out of the room. “She won’t get away from me…not again.”
Yeonhee could see the door right in front of her. Her bag was right by it; her shoes weren’t but so what. She just had to reach out a little bit further…
“Gotcha!” Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against a hard, warm body. “Now, my sweet, little Yeonhee wouldn’t be trying to escape, now, would she?”
“No! No! Let me go!” She sobbed as he carried her back upstairs. He threw her on the bed and straddled her body. “No, no, I won’t let you do this to me!” She yelled, thumping his chest with her fists.
He caught her wrists and held her arms over her head. “Oh? So, can I do it to Ara?” Hearing her sister’s name made Yeonhee freeze underneath him and stare. He wouldn’t…not to her innocent, baby sister. “I guess I have your attention now, huh? Now, what’s your answer?”
“I…I…”
“Better yet. Tell me you WANT me to make love to you. Command me.”
“M-Make love to me…” She whispered.
“Like you mean it.” He growled out, his voice husky and deep.
“Make love to me!” She exclaimed.
“Your wish is my command.” He whispered as he pressed his lips against hers softly. The way he
gently touched her lips was such a change from his previous harshness, it scared her a little; to the point that she thought he might be bi-polar. She wanted to pull away in fear that he could snap at any moment, but his threat against Ara swirled in her mind and swallowed those emotions. ‘This is for Ara…’She thought as she prepared for the best acting she’d ever done in her life. Yeonhee let her eyes flutter and close and her arms wrapped around his neck. She felt him smile as his arms wrapped around her waist and he slowly deepened the kiss.
Jaejoong loved the way she felt against him. He’d been waiting for her to come back to him for so long and now that it was happening, he was determined to let her know how much he had changed and how much he’d missed her. He pulled away from her and sighed contently. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” He whispered as he brushed his lips against the sensitive skin on her neck. Yeonhee’s grip on him tightened and Jaejoong smirked. He knew that her idiot of a boyfriend probably had never done anything like this to her and it gave him pride to know that he would be the first to make her feel this way. ‘Well, I should give her the best first time ever, then…’ With that thought, Jaejoong buried his head in her neck and furiously sucked and nibbled on every inch of skin he could reach.
Yeonhee was so distracted by the new feelings that he was evoking from within her that she didn’t notice his cold fingers trailing down her stomach and into her pants; it wasn’t until his appendages parted her lips and pushed into her that she realized what was going on. A shiver rippled through her body and a gasp broke through her closed lips. Her back arched up into the air, inviting Jaejoong’s fingers to push deeper into her core. “O-Oh, my God.”
Jaejoong smirked when he heard that. “You like that? Well, then, you’ll love this.” He slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her, relishing in the way she bucked against him, powerless beneath his touch. “Hm, you feel so good…” He moaned as he lowered his head to place a chaste kiss on his lips.
Yeonhee didn’t hear him, as she was immersed in a world of pleasure she had never known. For some reason, she felt that while Siwon was her boyfriend, he could never make her feel the way Jaejoong was making her feel at that moment. She couldn’t understand it, but she believed it. A rushing feeling in her lower half began to take over her and her body began to shake. She knew what was coming; her first orgasm. But, her mind was clouded and she just couldn’t form the words. “I-I think…I’m…going to…uhh…”
“Come for me.” Jaejoong’s voice cut her off and she felt his fingers moving faster and faster with each passing second. “Say my name.”
Yeonhee opened her mouth to speak but the first wave of the orgasm came at her like a bullet, and her voice was lost. All she could manage was a throaty moan as her body arched off the bed and she clutched Jaejoong’s brown hair. Once the orgasm had passed, Yeonhee fell limp onto the bed, panting heavily with her eyes on Jaejoong.
He looked down at her, before licking his fingers clean of her juices and smiling. “Oh, Yeonhee-ah, you can’t be tired yet. The fun is just beginning.” He said, his voice raspy with desire. A dangerous haze of lust clouded Jaejoong’s eyes as he stared at the girl beneath him. His fingers slowly traced her neck and down her chest before finally settling on the bottom of her shirt. He roughly pulled the shirt over her head and quickly unlatched her bra, throwing both pieces of clothing to the floor.
Her mind was screaming, ‘Stop him! He’s going to take your virginity right here and now, stop him!’ But, her body was reacting in a completely different way. She timidly reached out to rest her hands on his shoulders and sat herself up. After pressing a light kiss on Jaejoong’s lips, she began to slowly pull his shirts over his own head.
Jaejoong smiled internally at this. ‘She wants this…wants me.’ The happiness he felt was overwhelming. When his shirts were disposed of, he gave a passionate kiss, one more demanding than hers had been. He pressed their naked torsos together and growled when her breasts came in contact with his chest. “Fuck, I need you.”
He pushed her back onto the bed and crawled over her body. With a few swift motions, Jaejoong managed to pull both his and Yeonhee’s pants and underwear off and he had positioned his hard, erect member at her entrance; Yeonhee didn’t even try to stop him. He looked down at her and clutched one of her hands, intertwining their fingers. “Are you ready?” He said. “It’s going to hurt a bit.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, Jaejoong began to push forward into Yeonhee. The sudden jolt of pain made her whimper and she grabbed onto Jaejoong’s shoulders. “It…it hurts.” She gasped out, her grip tightening every time he moved.
“Relax your muscles. It will be easier that way.”
Yeonhee did as he instructed, and she let her body relax and sighed as some of the pain lessened. Jaejoong felt her muscles go slack slightly and continued to enter her, until he met her hymen. Pulling out slightly, he put force into his thrust and broke it, taking Yeonhee’s virginity.
“Ah!” She screamed in shock at the immense pain that shot through her body. It was completely different than what she had felt as he was pushing in and it hurt A LOT more. But, her breath quickly caught in her throat as all the pain began to subside and something else took its place.
“Jaejoong…” She breathed out.
“You want me to go faster?”
Yeonhee nodded shyly. Jaejoong gripped her waist and began to thrust faster, pressing the bed against the wall with each movement. His eyes twinkled with a mixture of love and passion as he watched the woman he loved pant and moan under him because of the sensations he was giving her.
“Jaejoong!” She screamed as he lifted her legs in the air, bended at the knee, putting her in a position that opened her even more and made it possible for him to envelope himself deeper in her warmth. He hit her spot over and over again, relishing in the sounds of her melodic moans. He loved this girl, and she was damn well going to know it.
***
It was almost 3 in the afternoon when Yeonhee’s eyes cracked open. She sat up in the bed, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Where am I?” She said aloud. Then, her eyes fell to her naked body covered by the light sheet and everything came back. Passing out in the hallway, waking up in the stranger’s house, trying to leave and then…
A blush spread across her delicate features as she remembered what happened to her last night. Although she should be hurting, crying and angry…she wasn’t. What she had done with Jaejoong was wonderful. But, then Siwon flashed in her mind and she bit her lip in guilt. She’d betrayed him…given herself to another man. Could he ever forgive her? “Well, I’ll just have to find out on my own.”
She slid out from beneath the blankets and placed her feet on the cold, hardwood floor. As she stood up, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. Yeonhee screamed out of shock and collapsed to the floor. She quickly covered her mouth. She didn’t want Jaejoong to know she was awake. But, when she didn’t hear anything coming from outside, she sighed in relief.
She quickly ran into the bathroom and took a swift shower. Throwing on the clothing that littered the floor, she stuck her head out of the door and listened. Not a single sound. Did Jaejoong leave? She limped down to the kitchen and just like she thought, there was no one there. Instead, a note was on the fridge in neat, elegant handwriting.
“Dear Yeonhee-ah,
I’m out trying to find you a wonderful breakfast. But, what it is, I can’t tell you. I want to surprise you. Last night was amazing; I hope you felt the same way I did. Mian if it hurts today. I left some medicine on the counter for you.
Saranghae,
Jaejoong-oppa”
For some reason, the note made her heart beat a thousand times faster. “Stop it…” She whispered to it. “You’re only allowed to feel that way for Siwon oppa.” Thanks to the note, though, Yeonhee knew that it was the perfect time to get away from him. Grabbing her coat and bag, Yeonhee sprinted into the hallway of the apartment building. She knew she couldn’t go to her own apartment, Jaejoong would find her there. So, there was only one place left for her to go: Siwon’s house.
***
She arrived at Siwon’s house thirty minutes later with a smile on her face. Yeonhee decided that she would put this all behind her. Tell Siwon the truth and move on. But, when she rang the doorbell, no one answered. She frowned; Siwon’s car was in the driveway. Why wasn’t he answering? ‘Ah,’ she thought, ‘he must be watching a movie upstairs again.’ Yeonhee reached into the flowerpot hanging beside the door and grabbed the spare key. After she let herself into his house, she put her stuff down and bounded happily up the stairs. “Oppa! I’m here…” Yeonhee trailed off as giggles that obviously came from a female paired with the laughter of Siwon. Her Siwon. “Oppa?” She whispered as she approached his bedroom door.
“God, Yeonhee would NEVER let me do this to her. She keeps saying ‘Oh, I want to wait until marriage.’” Siwon laughed mockingly. “What era is she living in? No one does that these days.”
“Well, Siwon…that’s why we are made for each other. We both hate that ‘innocent’ brat.”
Yeonhee gasped. She knew that voice. “BoA?...” Her best friend and boyfriend were going out behind her back? How long had this been going on? She felt her eyes fill with tears as the pain hit her hard. Was this God’s punishment for betraying Siwon? No. From what she could tell, this thing between her “friends” had been going on for a long time. The hurt was too much for her to handle and Yeonhee left just as silently as she came in.
***
The tears in her eyes clouded Yeonhee’s vision as she stumbled through the Seoul streets. She knew that by now, it had to be at least eight at night. She’d just been walking around aimlessly for hours, completely forgetting about Jaejoong. All she could think about was Siwon. Why would he do that to her? What was wrong with her that he had to cheat? With BoA?! Yeonhee was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice that she’d walked into a dark alleyway. She definitely didn’t notice the man staring hungrily at her as she walked aimlessly.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” A deep, sleazy voice said.
Yeonhee spun around to see a man in dirty clothes and a messy beard staring at her evilly.
“Uh…I’m j-just leaving.” She stared at him for a few seconds before trying to run by him.
“Wait a second, cutie. Don’t leave so quickly.” She felt the man’s slimy hands grab her by the hair and pull her back. Yeonhee let a scream filled with terror leave her lips. The man covered her mouth and whispered into her ear. “Now, now, don’t be scared. I’ll take real good care of you.” He licked her ear and that’s when the tears started pouring out.
***
When he came home to see Yeonhee missing, there was a slew of emotions running through Jaejoong. He was pissed, he was sad, but most of all, he was hurt. He knew that he hurt her last night by taking her virginity that way, but she made him feel like she liked it. Like she liked him.
At first, he decided to wait. But, he realized that, if Yeonhee was as smart as he knew she was, she wouldn’t come back to the apartment building because she knew he knew where she lived. So, he went out looking for her. As the hours passed, Jaejoong got more and more worried. It was close to eight o’clock and he still hadn’t found her. He knew that the innocent girl wouldn’t know, but at night, Seoul was filled with the worst type of people.
Jaejoong sighed as he stepped out of his car for the hundredth time that day. He still had no sign of Yeonhee and it was really getting dark. After walking throughout the small neighborhood, Jaejoong just felt like giving up. He made his way back to his sleek car when a shrill scream filled the air. Jaejoong knew that voice anywhere. Yeonhee was in trouble.
***
“Stop! Please!” Yeonhee pleaded frantically as the man ripped her shirt and pants off of her body, exposing her body to his eyes.
“Shut up, stupid bitch! Just take what I’m giving you like a good little girl; I’ll make you feel good.” The man growled. He roughly squeezed her breasts and rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her underwear. He moaned. “Oh, yeah, baby. I’ll make you feel good.”
“Sorry, that’s only my job.” A dark, menacing voice snarled and the man was pulled away from Yeonhee’s body. Yeonhee quickly sat up, covering her body as she watched her savior fight the man.
“Jaejoong,” she whispered before everything went dark.
***
“Yeonhee. Yeonhee, wake up.” A soft voice broke into Yeonhee’s dreams and slowly woke her up.
Yeonhee’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up into Jaejoong’s worried eyes. “O-Oppa!” She cried and wrapped her arms around his neck desperately. At first, she had wanted to get away from him. But, seeing him now, all she wanted to do was stay in his strong, warm arms. “Mianhae, oppa. I didn’t mean to leave; I was just scared, but then you saved me and then, I-”
“Sh.” He pressed his finger to her lips. “It’s okay. Just relax, alright.” He rubbed her back to calm her down. Despite the fact that she’d hurt him, he couldn’t stop that protective urge and his love for her. “Do you need anything?” She shook her head. “Then, lie down. You need more sleep.” He untangled her arms from around his neck and laid her back onto the bed. With a chaste kiss on her lips, Jaejoong turned to walk away. But, he felt himself get pulled back by Yeonhee.
“Stay? Please?”
He looked down at her in shock. He knew she felt sorry for leaving, but she wanted him to stay? Did she finally feel the same way? Those thoughts got pushed to the back of his mind as he lay beside the girl who’d stolen his heart years ago and wrapped her in his arms. She slowly began to relax, her sobs subsiding. Jaejoong smiled softly and began to sing.
Yeonhee’s eyes widened. She knew that song. But, the last time she had heard it was years ago. When she was just a little kid. Her childhood friend sang it to her just before he left their small village to move to Seoul. She loved that boy, despite their young age. Everyone called him Jaejoong, but she knew him as her…
“Joongie…”
Jaejoong smiled and buried his head into her neck. “Thank God you remember.”
***
“Umma! Umma, look at me!”
Yeonhee looked up at her beautiful three-year old son Jaehwan to see him swinging happily with his friends, waving at her excited. Yeonhee smiled brightly and waved back at her son. As she did that, she felt arms wrap around her from behind. With a smile, she rested her hands on Jaejoong’s own and leaned back into his embrace.
“He’s so beautiful.” Jaejoong whispered as he watched he and Yeonhee’s son run up and down the playground.
“I know.” Yeonhee whispered back.
Jaejoong pressed a kiss on the back of her neck. “Who would have thought all this,” he motioned to their son and the ring glistening on her finger, “could come out of an act of obsession?”
