Alright, a little author's note, though I haven't been very good at it before... I'm sorry, if anyone finds it disturbing, that some of the chapters are so short, but they will et longer over time, I promise.

To everyone, this story is dedicated to my good friend Hwoarang (and he knows, who I'm referring to). Hope you like it, Hwoom Boom!

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Hwoarang growled angrily to himself. Who was trying to kill him? An why? Paul would be too stupid, and Jin would never make the bomb look like a heart, it wasn't his style. So who was it? What would Nina be paid to kill him off, if she was hired for it? Surely, he had no idea, though he had lots of enemies. It could be anyone, and yet no one. He scratched his head, walking into the kitchen. It was painted in white colors, the desk a greenish on, and not far away was the fridge. Hwoarang opened it, grabbing a big bottle of root beer. He placed it in front of his mouth, turned it upside down and drank half of the liquid. Placing it on the table with a satisfied smile, he let go of a large burp, and readied himself to empty the bottle.

"You're not home in the cave, Hwoarang, take a glass," a female voice snorted from behind him. He gasped in surprise, unfortunately with his mouth full of root beer. He spitted it out, coughing to get the sugary stuff out of his throat, which had tried to reach his lungs.

He looked back at the young girl, her brown hair hanging loose. She wore a light pink nightdress, and as far as Hwoarang could see, there was nothing underneath.

"Why, shouldn't you take that thing off, it's hot in here," he joked, placing the bottle back in the fridge. Julia just sighed and sat down on a chair by the small table in the kitchen.

"Why did I even let you in?" she retorted, sending him a smile.

"Because I'm irresistible."

"You're not."

"Are too."

"No way."

"Sure I am."

Julia gave up. It was a fight she couldn't win, and she knew it. When they were talking about Hwoarang's ego, nothing could stop him.

"Sure, fine, whatever," she said in a distant voice, walking slowly out of the room. Her hips were moving from side to side. Hwoarang smirked to himself, eyeing her lower part.

"Uh nice ass," he muttered, when he was sure she was out of hearing reach. And then…

A knocking on the door. Hwoarang clenched his fists, remembering all too well what had happened the last time someone had knocked.

"I got it," Julia's voice rang from the other end of the apartment.

'Julia, no!' a voice boomed in his head, an explosion appearing in the back of his head. He ran out of the kitchen, knocking down a lamp on his way, but he didn't have the time to look back and see how bad it was.

Julia reached for the door knob, when Hwoarang suddenly pushed her aside.

"What the hell are ya do-" she cried, when Hwoarang placed his hand over her mouth. She stopped, with both a surprised and a scared look on her face. Hwoarang opened the door very slowly, trying to spot someone outside, before he opened it further. There was no one to be seen. He walked out, ready to jump over Julia to protect her.

"What's this?" she muttered, reaching for a letter lying on the red carpet that went through the hallway. She turned it around, examining it.

"Be careful, it could be a-"

"A bomb?" she smirked, handing him the letter, "More like a love letter." He took it firmly between his fingers, as Julia turned around and walked back into the apartment. He just stared at it for a while. On the envelope, it said 'Hwoarang' with blue letters. He opened it, taking out the piece of paper that was folded to fit it. Opening it, the blue letters met his gaze.

"You can run, but you can't hide," he read aloud, "I'll be behind every corner, on every rooftop, looking at you, even when you are asleep." What was that supposed to mean? He looked at the message again. The hand writing wasn't very nice. And then there were something else. Scratch marks. It looked like an animal had gotten it's claw in it. He walked back into the apartment, locked the door and headed for the couch, where Julia had made him a place to sleep for the night. He sat down, looking at the teddy bear, which she had had for about a year. He had won it in a tombola and given it to her. He sighed, deciding to try and get some sleep. But no matter how many times he turned over, or how he laid, he couldn't keep the thoughts out of his head. Julia was in danger, as long as he stayed with her…