Chapter Three: Playing With A Heart

Jung-Woo Im, the newly born model laid sprawled in his bed, unable to sleep that night. He couldn't take his mind off of a certain someone. It was almost like torture. The moonlight that crawled through the window made his bare pale skin glow in the dark. He wasn't wearing a shirt and never really slept with one on. He closed his tired eyes and kept them shut. Just then, the ring tone of his cell phone went off. Jung stumbled off the edge of the bed with a faint cry. He crawled over to his school pants and pulled out his ringing phone from his butt pockets. A phone number that he didn't recognize was written upon the green lit up screen.

"Korea Mortuary, you stab we slab." He answered in the most awoken tone he could possibly make. He knew it was probably someone trying to sell something to him and answering the phone with a jest was the best way to get them to hang right back up. Who else would call him this late at night?

"Jung?" the familiar voice of Kun replied.

"Kun? What are you calling me this late at night for?" he shouted angrily into the phone. Kun had some nerve to call him in the middle of the night especially because he loved his sleep.

"Meet me in the park by our school…I want to…tell you something." Kun whispered. That was the last thing that Jung heard before several long and parted beeps told him that he had hung up.

"What the Hell was that all about?" he thought aloud. He hurriedly got into the nearest shirt, which was a black button up one with the yellow nuke sign imprinted on the back. Before he could even button it up or slip on some house shoes, he was jumping out the window. The ground was only five feet below the window so the drop wasn't much of a fall. His feet carried the boy as fast as they could without trying to stumble. He hoped dearly that something bad hadn't gone wrong. His instincts lead him to a large clearing with a small and green pond in the center. In front of it, sat the certain someone that kept him from sleep. Kun. Jung took a few more steps just to sit by him. He noticed there was something in between his lips. By the tiny lit end, he knew it was a cigarette. "You called me out here?"

"I did. It seems as though I can't sleep…" Kun spoke in a raspy voice. He had on a large black over coat that could probably fit two people. That and a pair of slip on night pants was all he wore. His knees were brought to his chest and one arm was wrapped tightly around them to keep them steady while the other mended his cigarette to his lips.

"Actually…neither can I. But that's aside the point…" Jung spat honestly. He looked down at the reflection of them both in the water. They weren't exactly a match made in heaven but from his point of view, he thought they looked good together. A breeze past them by and played with their hair, bending it and twisting it whichever way it pleased. It sent chills up Jung's spine and forced him to shiver. "What did you want to tell me?"

The model eyed him when he shivered. He opened his mouth to speak but decided that he would act instead. His arm was removed from his legs so that he could straighten them out in the soft patch of grass beneath them. He gripped Jung's wrist and pulled him forward toward him.

"Wa-wait! What are you-" he was quickly hushed by Kun's other hand that was placed on his mouth.

Kun pulled him next to him where he could cuddle up next to him. He sat the boy's head onto his bare chest and pulled him close, trying his best to use his body heat and keep him warm. "It's cold out tonight."

Without a word or complaint, Jung laid against him. The heat coming from the other body was enough to calm him. "Kun…" he whispered his name and closed his eyes. "I think I might love you." He whispered nervously. He was afraid that he would never approve of it and shun him most like all the other kids at his school did. His eyes darted up to Kun's to see for himself what he thought of him. He looked almost surprised. But he wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

"Wow, the prick has a crush! And on a guy!" the loud and obnoxious voice of Ga-Woon shouted from behind a pack of bushes. He leaped out with a camera in hand, taking pictures of the two boys lying together. His laughter was going off uncontrollably.

"Who the Hell…?" Jung asked as he tilted his head over to look at their unwelcome guest. "Leave, Ga-Woon!" he growled at him. He covered his unclothed chest with his arms to block at least that much out.

"I can't do that. Yer lover boy wanted shots of ya like this to prove that you like men. It's pathetic!" he laughed.

"What…?" Jung's fright and anger yelled. He looked up at his partner and what he did shocked even himself. He lashed a fist full of anger right at Kun's face. It felt much more than good but then again it felt…wrong. He stood to his feet and broke out into a run before any further embarrassment to him could happen.

"No! Jung!" Kun cried. He tried to hold back the pain in his face as he got up to chase after him. He managed to catch up to him but when he tried to grab him, he only got his loose shirt. He stopped and looked down at the fine material in his hand then back at Ga-Woon. "I swear I'll kill you!" he roared as he stomped over to his still laughing friend. He wanted more than anything just to punch him. "Look at what you've done!"

"Hey, it's not my fault, man. This is what you wanted." Ga-Woon quickly protested.

Kun knew he was right about that. He wanted those pictures. But not for a silly prank. He wanted them for the studio. That was the only way he would have him perfect in a picture. "I didn't think he loved me…" he whispered hoarsely. He touched his own chest where the soft cheek had been with his fingertips. It was clear that he wanted Jung back desperately.

"Oh, c'mon, man! You've got hot chicks going after you and you want this guy?" he asked seriously. Ga-Woon couldn't believe the words that were coming from Kun's mouth. They were impossible!

"But he doesn't want me because I'm a pretty face…he wants me for who I really am underneath all the clothing." The angry Kun snapped. He felt a trickle of blood run from his lips and another coming from his nose. He could taste the strong and bitter iron taste of blood in his mouth. He turned around and stuffed one hand into his pocket while the other tightly clenched the shirt. Jung…come back to me…