Chapter 4

A/N: Here's chapter 4! And someone PM'ed (I don't know how to write that, haha) me, and asked for a little "nighttime action" with Yi Jung and Ga Eul. I'm considering it, but I don't really know if I should...should I? But if I do, I'm not going to be that descriptive, because I'll have to change the rating to M if I am. I don't wanna write an M story! I don't wanna! It'll make me feel icky :(. So...yeah. And I know it's a little early, but I'm thinking of making a sequel to this story? How 'bout it? :D okay...I'll stop blabbering and let you read now. Enjoy!

Ga Eul's POV

I enthusiastically kneaded and molded the clay.

"Good job!" My teacher, Eun Jae, smiled at me. "Well, I need to get going now. Make sure you lock up when you leave!" She handed me the keys to the workshop. I set them on the table. As she grabbed her purse, something caught my eye.

"Oh...what is that? It's so cute," I pointed at a ceramic puzzle piece hanging from her bag.

"This? I made it. Do you like it?" She asked, staring at the piece with loving eyes.

"Yeah! I've wanted to make something like that for a while now," I said.

"You can borrow it. Please return it in one piece...it's very valuable to me." She took it off of her purse handle and held it out for me.

"Thank you! I'll take good care of it, I promise!" I gladly took the greenish blue piece and bowed my head. She smiled, waved goodbye, and left.

I got to work. I put some clay on the table and put the puzzle piece next to me as a guide. After a few minutes of kneading, the clay got softer. I started molding.

"You're putting to much pressure on your wrists," An all too familiar voice startled me.

"Yi Jung sunbae...what are you doing here?" I can't believe I thought he would never find out.

"A little birdy told me that you were taking classes," He smiled. My heart melted.

"Y-yeah. I am." My voice shook. Why was he back to normal? Was he bipolar or something?

He walked to where I was and helped me mold the clay. He put his hand over mine. I swiftly pulled away.

"Thank you," I whispered. I didn't look at him.

"Why are you so scared?" He frowned.

"I-I'm not scared!" I stammered.

He looked around and froze. I followed his gaze to the puzzle piece on the table.

"Where did you get this?" He asked quietly.

"Isn't it pretty? I'm using it as a guide." I smiled and went back to molding my clay.

"I asked you where you got this!" He screamed. He picked it up and held it in his fist.

"T-The...I borrowed it from the t-teacher here." My voice was wavering. Why was I so sensitive to shouting?

Yi Jung set the puzzle piece down and ran out. As I watched him leave, I came to a conclusion: He was definitely bipolar.

~o-o~

Yi Jung's POV

All I could think about was Eun Jae. I couldn't think about anything else, like feeling sorry for yelling at Ga Eul, or the speed limit. I had to hurry. I needed to get there right now.

When I reached the coffee shop, I ran inside as fast as I could. My brother was making someone's expresso.

"Yi Jung. What are you doing here?" He looked up from the drink and smiled.

"Where's Eun Jae?" I asked breathlessly.

"What do you mean?"

"Where is she?!" I shouted.

"I-I don't know." He stammered.

I ran out and called Woo Bin. He had the best sources for information.

~o-o~

Ga Eul's POV

Even though today wasn't a class day, I knew Eun Jae unnie would be at the workshop. I wanted to return the puzzle piece as soon as possible.

I walked through the doors of the workshop. I inhaled the musty smell of the entrance. I heard a conversation. I knew I shouldn't be listening, but I did anyway.

"Yi Jung...what are you doing here?" I heard Eun Jae's quiet voice, barely a whisper.

Yi Jung was there?

"Where have you been hiding, Eun Jae? I almost gave up on the game." His smooth voice cracked my heart. I understood the hidden meaning behind those words.

Eun Jae's past love...was Yi Jung.

I set the piece down on the ground gently and ran out. Why was I so unlucky in love?

"Oh well. It's for the best." I mumbled sadly, trying to cheer myself up. I felt my eyes tearing up. Why was I such a crybaby? It's just a boy. A boy who I cared for, a boy who made me happy, a boy who I loved...

Snap out of it, Chu Ga Eul!

I went back home, tears silently streaming down my face.

~o-o~

I woke up on the couch. I must have fallen asleep while watching cheesy romance movies last night. I smoothed down my hair and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Ring ring ring.

"Hewwo?" I said with my mouth full of toothpaste.

"Ga Eul? It's Woo Bin." He sounded worried.

"Hi. What do you need?" I spit out the minty fresh paste.

"I was just calling because I'm bored." He sighed.

"And?" I rinsed out my mouth.

"Do you want to hang out today?" He asked.

"Um, sure. Why?"

"I don't know. None of the F4 are answering. So I turned to you."

"Okay...what time?"

"Now." He hung up and the door to the bathroom opened. He walked in, smiling.

"Ah! How did you get in here?" I crossed my arms over my chest and hid behind the door to hide my legs. Why did I have to wear a tank top and spandex shorts?

"You really need to protect yourself. You left the door unlocked." He didn't seem bothered by the fact that I was over exposing my body. Even though he'd already seen me like that before.

I gathered up some guts and got out from behind the door. I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the couch in the living room. He followed suit. I stared at him. He almost seemed like a normal person, dressed the way he was. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt, but it was probably expensive and imported from France or something. His black sweatpants were also probably more expensive than my house. His hair was tousled and messy, and he had dark circles around his eyes.

"Did you get any sleep last night? You look sleepy." I gestured to his eyes.

"I woke up early to see you." He smiled lazily. I looked at the clock.

"It's 12:45 in the afternoon." I chuckled.

"Whatever." He put his head in my lap and started sleeping.

"Y-Yah! What are you doing? Get off!" I tried pushed him off, since it was embarrassing to have my pretty much bare legs near his face. He pushed my hands away and kept sleeping.

"Ow." I rubbed my wrist. I decided to leave him, since he would probably break my whole arm if I tried moving him again. I turned on the TV and watched a weird cable sitcom. Surprisingly, it was entertaining.

Ding dong.

Shit. I can't move Woo Bin.

"C-Come in! The door's unlocked." I said.

The door opened, and Yi Jung walked in, carrying a bouquet of pink roses, and a cake.

"Ga Eul yang, I heard it was your birthday." He smiled, holding out the things to me. I saw his eyes flicker towards Woo Bin, but he turned to me again.

"Happy birthday," He smiled again.

"What are you saying? It's not my birthday. My birthday is next month," I cocked my head, confused.

"Joon Pyo told us that your birthday was today," He shrugged.

"How would he know that?"

"That's what Jan Di apparently told him,"

"Why?" I asked. What was going on?

"Jan Di couldn't go to Japan with Joon Pyo for lunch, because apparently, it's your birthday." He frowned. "It's really not your birthday?"

"That's not the problem here!" I grumbled. I went back to watching TV. Yi Jung sat down on the recliner across from the couch.

"So. I thought you and Woo Bin weren't dating?" He suddenly asked.

"You're seriously worrying about that right now?" I sighed.

"What about you? You're just watching TV." He crossed his arms.

"I'm thinking." I lied. We both stopped talking and went back to watching TV.

"But seriously. I thought you and Woo Bin weren't having a fling?" He asked again.

"Yi Jung!" I sighed in frustration. Why did he even care?

"What?" He seemed oblivious to the fact that I was just a little eensy weensy bit angry with him.

"We're just friends." I said.

"Friends bang eachother?" He laughed, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"We didn't "bang" eachother. He just came over 30 minutes ago." I sighed again.

He frowned and turned back to the TV.

~o-o~

Yi Jung's POV

It hurt my heart to see them like that. Her legs weren't even covered, and he was nuzzling his face into her thighs. He was probably pretending to sleep.

"We didn't "bang" eachother. He just came over 30 minutes ago." She sighed.

I frowned. They were both in pajamas. And they both looked really tired. Then what did they do? Have a slumber party and talk about crushes? I turned back to the TV. Every now and then, I stole a glance at her. Her chest was yet again over exposed, and so were her legs. I glared at that bastard Woo Bin. He was smiling contently. He raised his arms above his head and rested his hands on the top of her thighs. I tried not to lunge at him. I looked at Ga Eul again, who wasn't bothered by it.

"So. How's it going?" I asked stupidly. I almost smacked my forehead.

"Not so good," She didn't take her eyes off of the TV.

"Why?" I was suddenly worried.

"Nothing of your concern." She still didn't look at me. I decided not to say anything more and went back to watching the stupid sitcom.

My mind wandered to Eun Jae. How I kissed her in the workshop yesterday. How she stared at me with dead eyes.

Flashback

"You were my everything. My air." I said, cupping her cheek.

"I wasn't your air, Yi Jung. I was just a breeze that you mistook for air." She pulled my hand away from her perfect face.

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"A breeze only visits a place once. Once it leaves, it never comes back." She hugged me lightly and left her workshop. I sat on the ground and cried like a girl.

Eun Jae was the only girl who could make me cry like this. She was the only one who truly had my heart.

Flashback over

I glanced over to Ga Eul. She seemed to be in a deep train of thought. There were a few beads of sweat on her forehead. I looked at Woo Bin, who was now face down on her thighs. I clenched my fists. She suddenly stood up, causing Woo Bin to roll over and fall on the floor. I stifled a laugh.

"I...I'll be right back." She said quietly. She left the living room.

"Hm? Why are you here?" Woo Bin asked me sleepily. His eyes were half closed, and he didn't bother to get up off of the floor.

"To hang out," I said.

"What? But I was already with her!" He got up quickly and frowned.

"Oh well." I shrugged and smiled. He shook his head and lay back down.

Ga Eul walked in wearing skinny jeans and light pink hoodie. She faced her back to me and bent down to try to pick up Woo Bin.

My perviness got the best of me. I stared at her perfect ass, which her skinny jeans complimented nicely. Woo Bin saw me and gave me a thumbs up. Ga Eul saw him and turned around to stare at me.

"What?" She looked back and forth between Woo Bin and I.

"Nothing." I said quickly. Woo Bin smirked.

"I was thinking we could all go ice skating today. Since you both have nothing to do, surprisingly." She put her hands on her hips.

"Yeah! But I'm not dressed for that," Woo Bin looked down at his clothes.

"Then go change. You can wear my dad's clothes or something. He's on a business trip anyway," She gestured to a closed door down the hallway.

"Go get me something to wear." He ordered. She sighed and went to her dad's room. She came back a few seconds later, she came back with a pair of jeans, a red shirt, and a black zipper hoodie.

"Those look surprisingly modern for an old man," I said, laughing. She smiled.

"I shop for my dad."

Ga Eul held out the clothes to Woo Bin. He stared up at her.

"Dress me," He said. My eyes widened.

"W-What?" She frowned at him.

"Dress me." He said again. She sighed and blushed.

"I'm waiting." He said. She laughed and grabbed the hem of his shirt. I turned away.

Was Woo Bin seriously making her do this? And why was she even doing it?! I looked back at them. His shirt was off, and her face was redder than a tomato. She put the red V-neck over his head and pulled it down.

"My pants," Woo Bin said after fixing his hair.

"You can do that yourself!" Ga Eul blushed harder and threw the jeans at his face. He pouted and stood up. He started to pull down his sweats.

"In the bathroom!" She looked away. He laughed and made his way to the bathroom.

~o-o~

Ga Eul's POV

Woo Bin tried to tie my skates for me, but Yi Jung pushed him away and tied them for me instead. I blushed every time he came into contact with my foot or leg. It was kinda lame. I hoped he didn't notice.

"All done." He stood up and took my hand. He pulled me towards the ice rink.

"Hey! Slow down, I can't walk fast when I'm wearing-" I felt myself falling backwards. I shut my eyes and braced myself for the usual thump. But I stopped falling. I opened my eyes and saw Yi Jung's face right in front of mine. He had caught me. I blushed furiously.

"Thank you," I whispered. I tried to get up, only to bring my face closer to his.

He stared into my eyes for a while, then let me go.

"No problem." He smiled charmingly. He grabbed my hand again.

"Let's go." He started running to the rink. I almost tripped a couple of times, but I managed to keep up with him.

We got on the ice rink. We skated side by side around the ice. I looked around, but Woo Bin was nowhere to be found.

"Where's Woo Bin?" I asked, still looking around.

"I don't know." He said.

We skated together in silence. A very awkward silence.

Ring ring ring.

"Yoboseyo?" I picked up my phone.

"Hey, it's me," Woo Bin said.

"Where are you?!" I tried to keep my voice down.

"Somewhere. I decided to leave you two alone." I heard him smirk on the other line.

"Seriously?! I told you he doesn't like me!" I turned my head away from Yi Jung and whispered.

"I'm positive," He said.

"So am I!"

"Have fun, bye!" Woo Bin hung up. I glared at the phone.

"You know...this is kind of boring," Yi Jung said. "Let's go."

"To?"

"I don't know." He grabbed my arm and dragged me off the ice. We left the ice rink and roamed the streets. Should I ask about Eun Jae? Now seemed like a good time. Or was it?

"Y-Yi Jung sunbae...why did you get so worked up over the puzzle piece?" I asked quietly. He looked away for a second.

"It was something special to me, and I had lost it." He said. I decided not to say anything more and just nodded.

We stopped in front of a jewelry store.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." He turned to me, smiling. He went inside. What was he doing?

"Hey! Who are you?" A girl shouted. She walked towards me, her curls bouncing, and her heels clicking. Two girls who looked just like her followed.

"What?" I asked.

"You're too plain to be with Yi Jung! Are you, like, his long lost cousin or something?" A girl in the back asked.

"N-no, we're friends..." I stammered. These girls looked like the girls from the club, but they weren't. I looked at their short and sparkly dresses.

"Didn't seem like it to me! You were standing pretty close!" One of the girls said with a nasally voice.

"Why would Yi Jung even look at a girl like you? You're short. And you walk kinda funny. You look poor," The girl in the front added on my flaws.

"Yeah! You're too ugly and poor!" The girls all said in unison. They were creeping me out. Yes, they were hurting my feelings, but I didn't say anything, because I knew it was true. I looked down.

"I will ruin you." Yi Jung's menacing voice made me shiver. He walked up from behind me and glared at the girls. They widened their eyes and tried to fix their hair, even though they were just threatened. Yi Jung dragged me away from them and we walked across the street. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, but then finally spoke.

"Why didn't you stand up for yourself? Now they probably think that you believe all that." He looked at me. I didn't say anything. I looked straight ahead.

"Why didn't you say anything to defend yourself?" He asked again. I kept my lips shut. He stopped walking. Not even knowing why, I stopped too.

"Did you actually believe them?" He asked quietly. I still didn't say anything. He pulled me to him. I almost tripped. Why did he always drag me everywhere?

"Don't believe them." He whispered. It wasn't exactly hugging, but it wasn't exactly just standing in front of eachother either. We were standing so close. I felt his breath of my ear.

"You're none of those things." He pulled me even closer. His hand rested on the small of my back. I tried not to blush. We were in the middle of the sidewalk, with people having to walk around our "embrace" while staring at us.

"Then what am I?' I whispered. Damn it! Did I really just say that?

"Just...none of those things. He let go of me and took my hand. We kept walking. Why was he acting like this? He doesn't like me. Was he just doing this out of pity?

~o-o~

"Thanks for the ride home." I gave him a small smile. I opened the door and started to get out. He stopped me.

"Wait. I have something for you." He took out a small red box from his pocket. He handed it to me.

"What's this?" I asked, holding the box. The box was velvet.

"A necklace." He smiled. He pushed me out of the car, closed the door, and drove away. What a nice way to say goodbye.

I opened the box and gasped. It was a beautiful diamond necklace. It looked really expensive. It was a simple necklace. It had a silver chain with a large diamond hanging from it.

"I can't accept this..." I whispered to myself. As if on cue, I received a text.

Don't worry about the price. Please accept it. Wear it tomorrow. I'm taking you somewhere.

-Yi Jung

I seriously don't understand how people keep getting my number.

A/N: Thanks for reading :)! There will be an "event" in the next chapter! Review, review, review!