Chapter 1

Geum Jandi had never been speeding in her whole twenty years of life, but here she was speeding in her new Porsche her father just bought her. It was for her birthday gift he said. She didn't have any suspicious thought of why he did what he did. She was too busy assuming that her father had finally changed. All the years she had been waiting had been paid off. But she was wrong, very wrong. She should have known better not to set her hopes too high. He wasn't the man she thought he used to be. She had lost him since she was six.

She couldn't think of something else. Her head was filled with hatred toward her father. How could he? How dare he? He had been controlling her life all the time she could remember. So, when she spotted the almost finished building, she quickly hit the brake and dumped her new Porsche few meters away from it.

She hated her father.

Jandi ran into the building, hating the dress she wore because her father made her wore the dress.

"You are going to go to the gala with me." Her father said when he brought her the dress. She was too excited to notice his strange new developed kindness. First was the Porsche then the dress. How could she be so stupid?

She hated her father so much that she thought the only thing she could do was to leave him, permanently. Yes, that was the only way. If he thought she couldn't live without him, then what would he think about her death. At least he couldn't control that.

The wind felt even colder against her bare shoulders. The only warm she could feel was her tears running down to her cheeks. She knew who the one to blame was.

Her mother!

Yeah, she wanted to blame her for everything that happened to her.

Jandi forced her legs to take the metal stairs two at the time, leaving her breathless. The night was quiet. All she could hear was just the clicking sound of her heels against the metal stairs and her very own breath. Where was she? She only remembered driving and driving for God knew how long. Then here she was in the middle of nowhere that probably very far from the house she stayed.

House? No, it wasn't a house. It was just a big building with no love in it.

Did he ever think about her? No, he didn't.

Her mind still wondered around to her father as she climbed up the stairs, asking why he was there but never really there for her.

Jandi wiped her tears as she climbed up the building. She loved her father of course. She stayed there hoping that someday he would turn to look at her but he never did. She had had enough. She should have run away.

No! She couldn't do that, she wasn't her mother.

Jandi climbed and climbed, and before she knew it, she was already standing at the top of the building ready to jump off the building. So, this was it, this was how she was going to die.

Why was it so quiet? Where was everyone? It was a construction site, wasn't it?

Jandi smiled at how she would end up alone even after she died. She never was so lonely until this time. Would her friends going to miss her?

"Stop making excuses Jandi, you only have one friend since you are six." She scolded herself. Yes, she had only one best friend, Gaeul. She had been there for her, in her high and low, so was Jandi for Gaeul.

Jandi felt sorry to her friend. If she knew her life would end this night she would write a letter for Gaeul telling her how grateful she was to be her friend and how thankful she was that Gaeul accepted her as her friend.

"I'm so sorry, Gaeul."

Jandi heard herself sobbing. She was alone again.

"What if someone never find your body?" Her coward self said. Yes, coward was all she had been. She never fought her father. She let him did what he did, never cared whether she liked it or not. She just let him.

"Just for once in your life, do something brave." Jandi said to herself. Yes, this was the time she proved her father.

Jandi smiled again. "Good bye, father."

"Just what the f*ck are…" Whoever the voice was belong to. It had successfully stopped her from jumping off the building.

Waking up in someone else's arms beside her parents should have made her went into panic or made her felt wrong or something like that, but to her surprise she didn't feel any of that, she felt comfortable and save instead. Jandi nuzzled closer seeking for his warmth and comfort, thinking that the guy was still in a deep sleep. Don't blame her because he smelt so good and was so warm which reminded her of being hugged by her mother or her father few years ago when she was still six before her mother left.

She never knew what had made her mother ran away. She was sure that they were the happiest family in the world, but one night her mother came to her room whispering sorry in her sleep and she never saw her anymore the next day.

Her father never told her what happened, and she never dared to ask him why because he ignored her mostly, too busy changing his woman or with whom he should be dating.

Yeah, after her mother left the house her father changed into someone she barely knew. Gone was her loving father. She couldn't help but to blame her mother, because of her she lost her father. Never once her father had mentioned her mother, for the past fourteen years he acted like she was never exist, getting rid of anything that reminded him of her. Deep down she knew he loved her too much. It was just his way to forget her and Jandi did the same as he did. Her parents were one of her reasons she never involved in a relationship. What if she loved someone too much then ended up being left like her father. No, she wouldn't risk that. Just like her father's, her heart was too fragile, too weak.

Years of experience should have made her stronger but she was still weak. One of many proves was last night. She drove like mad after she overheard her father talking to his business partner about her to marry his son.

Was he crazy? Never did he care about her but why did he bother thinking with whom she should be marrying.

"Just be patient Jandi, he will love you again." The words worked like a spell that kept her waiting. He didn't do that he walked away from her instead, far away from being her loving father.

Jandi nuzzled closer to his chest seeking for warmth that his body provided. He was her savior. She inhaled his manly scent, running her nose to his Adam apple and it was so good. She knew that when he woke up she would feel embarrassed. She remembered telling him to go away only to beg him later to not let her go.

After startling her with his curse, he then told her nonsense that to her surprise had made her re-consider about her plan to kill herself. Really, it was weird that part of her told her to trust him. She didn't know which one, was it the coward self or her brave self or maybe both. Jandi always thought she was a bipolar. She had hid her brave self for quite long time. When she thought that maybe it was finally the time to let her brave self out then this guy successfully confused her again.

Jandi felt him stirred in his sleep. She quickly shut her eyes, pretending that she was sleeping.

"Good morning, beautiful." He said in his husky voice.

Was it normal that she liked the sound of his voice? Did he always sound this good in the morning? If he did, then she would gladly stay there, maybe forever. She swore she hated him the first time she heard him cursing like a pirate.

He palmed her cheek and caressed it. It was so good that she couldn't help but to open her eyes and was greeted by his complete packages smile. Yes, he had dimple on his right cheek and she liked that.

"Hi…" Jandi said awkwardly.

"Are you okay?" He said. Gosh, he sounded so sweet.

She nodded and he smiled at her. She probably had died already or probably was dreaming.

He moved and sustained his head with his hand, staring at her. He was smiling which made her get a hint of his dimple on the other side of his cheek. She must be dreaming since he was too good to be true.

"So, are you ready to tell me who you are?"

Jandi sighed. Some dreams might have to end too soon.

"Are you okay?" Instead of answer his question the girl asked him back, looking up at him with her two beautiful big eyes. Didn't she know what she had done to him?

Damn, he didn't know how to answer her question. His heart was pounding like crazy, he was twenty four for God sake. This wasn't his first experience of course. God knew he had lost count how many women he had bedded since he was 16. Yet, this suicidal girl had him acting like he was 15. All hard by the small touch or rub that she unconsciously made.

She moved again causing another friction at his groin then those big eyes shot up at him.

"There is something just poking on my stomach." She said, batting her very long lashes.

Damn, was she that innocent? How old was she? He bet she was barely 18 or maybe twenty.

Junpyo could only chuckle at her innocent comment. "It's normal for us guys when we wake up in the morning." She didn't say anything but mouthing O with her cherry lips. Damn, she shouldn't have done that. He didn't know how long he could restrain his huge urge to lay her flat on the bed and kiss her senseless or maybe did something more than just kissed her.

"You're warm and smell good too.'' She immediately closed her mouth with her palms. Just like him, she was surprised that she said what she just said.

"I..." Within second Junpyo was already pinned her flat on the bed. Damn, he couldn't hold that anymore. Her lips were too tempting.

She blinked her eyes and unconsciously licked her lips. Damn, she was going
to be the dead of him.

She closed her eyes as he leaned closer.

Her lips were the softest thing he had ever felt, sweet like honey. His tongue teased and licked her lips, patiently waiting for her to open her mouth but unfortunately she didn't.

Why didn't she open for him? Wait! Had she ever been kissed before?

Damn, he felt like the greatest jerk in the world. With his last strength left, he pulled away from her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" Junpyo said apologetically.

He felt even worse when she said nothing. She was just looking at him intensely looking all innocent.

"I've never been kissed before." She said, still in her innocent voice.

Her first kiss should have been beautiful just like her, but he had stolen that from her. He swore if she let him kissed her again he would show her how the first kiss should be.

"I should have warned you." She said in nervous giggle. She must have seen his guilt.

Junpyo smiled at her. His heart flattered when she gave him her brightest smile. He wished he could just stay on the bed all day with her, doing nothing just looking at her beautiful face or listening to her laugh. He didn't know why but everything about her hooked him to the point of no return.

He leaned again, could not wait to taste her lips again. She parted her lips slightly made him grinned and groaned at the same time. He was so close to her lips when someone opened the door, startling them both.

"F*ck!" Whoever was entering his room must be prepared to face his wrath.

"I'm so...sorry. I... didn't mean... to interrupt." Yijung was stammering. He must know what might come unto him.

"Sorry." Yijung said again before quickly closed the door.

Junpyo smiled at the girl underneath him who was closing her eyes tightly. She must be feeling embarrassed. He opened his mouth to talk to her but the door opened again.

Sh!t!

"What the f*ck Yijung?"

"Look, I'm sorry, Junpyo..."

"If sorry made everything right, there would be no need of police." Junpyo cut him before Yijung could finish, narrating his famous line. He heard her giggling. She should stop doing just that or he would never leave her alone.

"Tell me something important, or else I'll be gladly pushing you off from this building."

"Sorry..." He said again. Junpyo was annoyed. The idea of throwing him off this building suddenly seemed so interesting.

"Stop saying sorry Yijung! Just tell me what you want to say!" The girl laughed again and her giggle caused a slow friction between his groins. Damn, he couldn't stand it anymore. He wished that Yijung would just disappear from his room so he could have her for his own.

Junpyo turned to give him his deadly glare.

"I... I mean we... we need you downstairs as soon as possible. We have problems." Yijung said then quickly disappeared behind the door.

"Damn!"

What kind of problem they had? It better be important.

"Are you okay if I leave you here?" Junpyo asked. She nodded eagerly, smiling brightly at him. He swore her smile could light up the whole city of Seoul. He should have stayed with her instead of following Yijung.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead which surprised them both. Why did he even do that? He got off the bed and quickly turned away not wanting her to see his blushing red face, heading to the door.

"Do you mind if I use your phone?" Junpyo stopped as he heard her asking. He turned to look at her. Her back was leaning against the wall, her hair was messy from her sleep, and she was covering her bare shoulder with the comforter. The sight of her made him even harder to leave. He swore he would trade anything he had just to watch her doing just that every morning.

He took a very deep breath, trying to control the urge not to come back to his bed and ravish her. "Sure, try inside those drawers!" Junpyo said pointing at the cabinet beside his bed. Her eyes followed his finger and then nodded at him.

He looked at her one more time before leaving her alone. "See you later than." Junpyo said. Was he hoping that she would stay? He wasn't sure but before couldn't restrain himself he closed the door behind him.

Author note:

First of all, I'd like to thank you readers, very very much for your positive reviews and reading this story. Here is another update, I hope that you guys like it. Thanks!

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