A knock at the door woke Hwoarang from his unintentional nap. He pushed himself off the bed and went to answer it. Xiaoyu waved at him. He just stared at her standing there in the hallway in front of his room so early in the evening.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked, smiling a little.
"Sure, come on in." He stepped aside to let her in the room. He couldn't help but stare at her behind as he closed the door; she wore the shortest, tightest little black skirt he had ever seen.
"So," she said, sitting on his bed and draping one leg over the other, "are you ready for your fight with Jin tomorrow?"
"Yeah," he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. She watched him with a strange calmness that sent a shiver up his spine. "I'll bet everyone's gonna be there to watch. It's like a never-ending grudge match. People love those." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Xiao, what are you doing here?"
"I just thought we could hang out. Is that a problem? Did I interrupt something?"
"No, it's okay." He walked to the opposite side of the bed and sat on its very edge, then grabbed the remote and flipped on the television. He clicked through several channels before finally settling on a subtitled American movie. Neither one of them spoke, and he was sure she was just as disinterested in the movie as he was. Finally, he asked, "Where's Julia?"
"Hmm? Oh, Julia. She's with Jin, probably. Helping him train a bit. He's determined to win that fight tomorrow."
"Yeah, he's not the only one." His attempt at starting a conversation had failed. He considered telling her he was tired and asking her to leave.
"Hwoarang, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked softly. He almost laughed out loud, but the look on her face told him it was a serious question.
"Anyone with eyes would think you're pretty," he replied. "You're more than pretty... you're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." She looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Are you coming on to me?" she asked.
"No! I mean... you asked." He cursed himself for blushing. He had a feeling she was going somewhere with this conversation, and he wasn't sure it was anywhere he wanted to go.
"You're blushing," she pointed out, finally smiling. This, of course, only made him blush more. He stood up and combed his fingers through his hair. Things were getting too strange too quickly. Xiaoyu scooted back on the bed and leaned against the headboard, stretching her legs out in front of her and crossing them at the ankles. She smoothed her skirt out, and it covered slightly more of her. A moment later, she pulled the pillow from behind her and set it on her lap. Hwoarang felt a little more at ease seeing her less revealed, and he sat back down. They both turned their attention back to the American movie on the television.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked, smiling a little.
"Sure, come on in." He stepped aside to let her in the room. He couldn't help but stare at her behind as he closed the door; she wore the shortest, tightest little black skirt he had ever seen.
"So," she said, sitting on his bed and draping one leg over the other, "are you ready for your fight with Jin tomorrow?"
"Yeah," he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. She watched him with a strange calmness that sent a shiver up his spine. "I'll bet everyone's gonna be there to watch. It's like a never-ending grudge match. People love those." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Xiao, what are you doing here?"
"I just thought we could hang out. Is that a problem? Did I interrupt something?"
"No, it's okay." He walked to the opposite side of the bed and sat on its very edge, then grabbed the remote and flipped on the television. He clicked through several channels before finally settling on a subtitled American movie. Neither one of them spoke, and he was sure she was just as disinterested in the movie as he was. Finally, he asked, "Where's Julia?"
"Hmm? Oh, Julia. She's with Jin, probably. Helping him train a bit. He's determined to win that fight tomorrow."
"Yeah, he's not the only one." His attempt at starting a conversation had failed. He considered telling her he was tired and asking her to leave.
"Hwoarang, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked softly. He almost laughed out loud, but the look on her face told him it was a serious question.
"Anyone with eyes would think you're pretty," he replied. "You're more than pretty... you're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." She looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Are you coming on to me?" she asked.
"No! I mean... you asked." He cursed himself for blushing. He had a feeling she was going somewhere with this conversation, and he wasn't sure it was anywhere he wanted to go.
"You're blushing," she pointed out, finally smiling. This, of course, only made him blush more. He stood up and combed his fingers through his hair. Things were getting too strange too quickly. Xiaoyu scooted back on the bed and leaned against the headboard, stretching her legs out in front of her and crossing them at the ankles. She smoothed her skirt out, and it covered slightly more of her. A moment later, she pulled the pillow from behind her and set it on her lap. Hwoarang felt a little more at ease seeing her less revealed, and he sat back down. They both turned their attention back to the American movie on the television.