The food I was swallowing got caught in my throat as I started to cough. Reaching out for the glass of water Ling and Steve patted my back.
"Ohhh Jin chan are you okay?"
I nodded promptly, "I'm fine thank you"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that... does that mean yes?"
I hesitated looking over at Steve, " I ahhh...no, no I don't"
"WAIII!" Ling latched onto me like a leech, her arms wrapped around my neck automatically. I could tell it was making Steve a bit funny.
"Well... I don't... but I do" What was I saying?
Ling looked up to me with her arms still around me neck. "What do you mean?"
"Back in Tokyo, I met someone, about the same time you flew over for the try outs"
"And?" Ling asked, hanging off my every work like a teacher reading a book out loud.
"Well... I got this persons number...and they knew I liked them. A lot. This person liked me back just as much... but I was scared, I was scared of this person leaving me. Because this person liked to drink, liked to fight, liked to flirt, they were my complete opposite. This person was irresistable and I knew they coud have anyone they desired. So I thought... well sure they like me know but what about in years to come? I didn't want to risk it-"
"Who are you talking about?" Steve question, his voice thick with uncertainty.
It was only then I felt the tear running down my cheek. I looked away from my hands to see two confused, shocked looking faces.
"It's ok Jin, your making yourself sound worthless. Come on cheer up! If this girl liked you as much as you liked her then there was nothing to worry about, trust me. How do you except to find love with that attitude?"
"Yeah Jin... as a matter of fact if you're still madly in love with this person why don't you just go back to them. And stop fooling yourself into thinking your not because your not just hurting yourself!" Steve suggested harshly before standing up to leave the table.
Ling looked up at Steve walking away and frowned, silent for a moment "...Yeah Jin what about her feelings too!" with that the Chinese girl stood up, her bottom lip quivering as she too left the table.
I stood up, "Steve!...Ling!"
Splashing water onto my face I looked at my reflection. What did you just say out there Jin? I heard the door of the bathroom open and I sighed. "I'm sorry... I should explain"
"You've got a lot of explaining to do Kazama"
I swirled around and my heart stopped. There... infront of my eyes was my ex-lover, leaning against the wall with his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans, one foot on the wall and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Looking right at me, the look of hate in his brown eyes.
Not saying a word I swiftly went to the door, my heart thumping like a jack hammer. Hwoarang lifting a long leg up to firmly press against the other side of the wall.
"Not even talking to me now?"
I looked at the leg blocking my way, "What do you want me of say?" it didn't mean to come out as a whisper.
"I want an explanation..."
"...I don't have one" I said looking at him, making my voice sound confident.
I watched as Hwoarang took a drag of his cigarette.
"What about for breaking my nose?...or don't you have an explanation for that either?" Pausing Hwoarang took another drag, contemplation written across his flawless face. "You know... I should really return the favour."
Before I could react Hwoarang kicked my hard in the midsection and I slammed to the tiled floor. Smacking my head hard, I groaned as I felt the Koreans weight on top of mine as he straddled me.
"Now you better fucking tell me Kazama!"
I heard the door open again as Hwoarang held the front of my jacket, with his arm extended back ready to punch me. I saw purple Italian shoes and the familiar voice spoke.
"Well, well, well if it isn't my dear little nephew"
A fist came down onto my jaw, hearing the sickening snap of it dislocating.
"What are you doing love?" Lee knelt down beside me.
"Let me take a look at that pretty face of yours" placing his gloved hands on the sides of my jaw, he popped it into the correct position.
Jin was talking about his Ex again. Does he not love me? Am I a rebound?...of course not, he's been with me for eight months surely rebounds don't last that long. But he never says he loves me, a few times when we were in bed yeah... but that's just an effect sex has, I've said it in a few night stands. Didn't mean anything.
