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Yi Jung woke up with an ear splitting headache. It didn't help that his sleeping partner had decided to make an ungodly sound so early in the morning. The shriek was so loud; his headache had suddenly multiplied ten folds. Damn woman, why did he even bother invited her to his suite. His face was still buried on the pillow, where was he anyway?

'Don't look…. Just… don't open your eyes.' He noted a panic voice next to him. Did he really sleep with her last night? She didn't sound to be the kind of girl he usually bed. Although a figment of his half functioned brain faintly remembered the mind blowing sex they had just hours earlier, before he passed out altogether. Just the thought of it made him felt his excitement grow against his will. No, he groaned in annoyance, he couldn't do it with his head threatened to split in two. He pressed his head deeper into his pillow.

'What is it?' his mouth felt dry from what he perceived came as a result of large amount of alcohol the night before. God, he must have downed at least half a bottle of XO to have this kind of headache.

'Just… cover your eyes a little bit longer,' he felt her tugging the sheet that half covered his body. The woman must be crazy. Why would she bother covering herself now if she had let him touch her in the first place. Drunk or not drunk, he was a master of foreplay. He knew what he could have performed on her the night before.

He tugged the sheet back from her, turned his body at last to face her. He stretched out his arms lazily to see her face, amused at the look of mortification in her face before the realization sink in.

'Ga Eul?'

She was standing next to the bed, all in her naked glory, frantically looking for her clothes that scattered across the room.

'I said don't look!' she looked as if she were about to cry. In rage. Or shame. He couldn't decide which one was closer to the answer. It took her another thirty seconds or so to locate and retrieve her underwear before she disappeared into the bathroom. Her long straight locks bounced as she stumbled along awkwardly through the thick carpet that adorned the room. He pushed himself into half sitting position. What had he done last night? Did he really sleep with Ga Eul? He looked down his bare chest to see a couple of bite marks just a few centimeters down his collarbones. He never knew she had it in her. He traced those marks softly, half imagining how they got there in the first place, then smirked a little, felt that excitement grew again.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom Ga Eul almost burned herself with the hot shower. Her skin felt clammy despite the cool air conditioner. She could hardly remembered the drinking episode, let alone the consecutive turn of events that lead to her waking up naked next to Yi Jung in this strange place. Where was she anyway? Did she really sleep with Yi Jung last night? Her face felt hot under the running water. She'd love to claim nothing had happened between the two of them, but somewhere, in the back of her head, she could faintly remember her giggles as Yi Jung slipped his fingers into… oh God, that can't be right. Despite her fierce refusal to believe anything ever happened, she felt herself blushed at that possibility of him exploring her body. All her nooks and crannies, all the curves and straights of her shape.

She felt her insides began to crawl; her hangover grew rapidly in size. If only there was a hole in front of her, she would have gladly jumped, be there were crocodiles, spiders, or snakes inside. She covered her face and turned off the cold water, letting the scalding water washed his trace away.

It took her fifteen minutes to finish the shower. Her skin felt raw and tender, red after standing under the water that long. Her scalp screamed in protest from the needle like water, hitting her in such intensity as she scrubbed away the last remnants of his scent. It's ironic how events turned out, she thought darkly. Wasn't she the one who had spent the last four years thinking about him? Shouldn't she be glad that she got what she wanted in the end?

But this was not what she had wanted to happen. She was hopeful when he left for Sweden, thinking that he would give her a call every now and then. Or even msn, she wouldn't mind. There're a lot of things you can do in front of a web cam. But he never did. Not once. It annoyed her since she knew he had been in constant contact with Woo Bin, or even Ji Hoo.

Of course, he had come to see her the day he arrived back in Seoul. And her heart had jumped erratically at the sound of his voice. But that was it, really. His coming to see her did not automatically mean that they were a couple. He was just fulfilling a promise. He came briefly to see her only to leave after mere fifteen minutes, too busy by the events that followed. She couldn't believe when JanDi told her how the proposal was done on the beach. Jun Pyo on his knee, being watched by F3. Honestly, did they really have to do everything together? Couldn't they act on their own?

Anyway, back to Mr. hot and cold Casanova. He had completely swept in the tide of so many F4 gatherings. He had not even had a decency of taking her on a date. Friendly date like, you know, go to see a movie together, sharing a bucket of too salty pop corn bathed in melted butter. All those low brow dates she had too often dreamt of the two together. That's the least he could do for her, right? After four years of not seeing each other?

Not like this, she glanced down at her naked self. Depressing was an understatement of the century. How did she end up spending the night with him anyway? She wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror. Like every other things in the room, the mirror was huge, it took quite an effort to have it reasonably clear so she could have a good look on herself.

There was a red mark on her neck, as if someone had sucked the skin with all his might. She shivered at the thought. She then turned herself around, trying to see her back. The skin looked red with goose bumps all over, but there was nothing unusual, and for that she was thankful. That was until she casted a glance around her lower belly and thighs. Red marks could be seen in several places. She winced at the implication of those bites. Mortified at what might have taken place. She should never have touched those glasses of powerful cocktails in the first place.

She took a deep breath in defeat as she put on her white bra and panties, covered her remaining self and dignity with thick white bathrobe she found in the tucked in wardrobe and opened the door into the room.

Yi Jung was still lazily resting on the bed and smirking to himself when GaEul burst out of the bathroom. Her hair was only half dry from the towel, they hang heavily pass her shoulder. He had never seen her without make up before. He preferred not to see women without make up, to be honest. He liked to see his girls all pampered and done up to the nine. But he couldn't deny there was something endearing and refreshing to see someone so… what was the word again? Uncontaminated? Unpolluted? Pure? Clean?

Ga Eul felt herself blushing as she quietly walked around the room to collect her dress from the floor, embarrassingly lay lifeless just next to the room entrance. Which meant the action had started… no, she refused to think about whatever had happened last night. She looked at her dress, disheartened. How was she going to wear the same dress from the night before without everyone noticing? And where was her room anyway?

'You want coffee?' She startled a bit at his voice, but quietly nodded as she noticed he was talking on the phone. Ordering some breakfast, most likely. Seconds later, he hung up the phone and got up from the bed. 'Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes. I'm going to have a shower.'

Ga Eul felt her face burned for the umpteenth time when he got up with only his boxer, seemingly unfazed by the look of embarrassment in her face.

He smiled kindly at her. 'Let me have a shower first, we can talk after..' he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as the entrance door swung opened without notice to reveal a very amused face at the door frame.

'Yo, I can see you newlyweds are still enjoying your honeymoon.'

'What?' Yi Jung looked at Woo Bin like he was spurting non-understandable words from his mouth. While Ga Eul, well, she'd love to bury herself alive, throw herself into piranha infested water, or simply run back into the bathroom never to get out again.

'What are you talking about,' Yi Jung walked calmly to the bathroom, seemingly not minding the intrusion too much. 'And why are you here anyway?'

Woo Bin didn't answer but instead threw the newspaper in his hand.

'What is this?'

'Celebrity news, last page.'

He made himself comfortable, sitting on the couch. His eyes darted from Yi Jung to Ga Eul, who couldn't even squeak in her position.

'What is it this time?' Yi Jung flipped the paper to the last page before his jaw dropped and a look of pure shock crossed his perfectly chiseled face.

'Yeah, I thought so,' Woo Bin scratched his chin.

'What is it, Woo Bin sunbae?' a note of hysteria crept in Ga Eul voice as she looked pleadingly at Woo Bin. Her fingers fiddling with the soft material of her bathrobe.

He stared at her for the longest time before he answered her question. In an almost too kindly tone. 'Looks like you've become last night, Ga Eul.'