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Chapter 2 – Unusual Situation

Xiaoyu waited outside her school for over an hour, waiting on him. 'Jerk.' Tears welled in her eyes. She walked to a pay phone "Hey, grandpa, yeah, I'm gonna be a little late. No, no, I'm fine. Okay, love you too. Bye." She drew a heavy sigh. Xiaoyu walked to Jin's apartment complex, she knew the door would be locked, but she turned the knob anyway. Her eyes grew wide, tears forming at the corners. She let go of the knob and the door creaked open. She cautiously stepped inside, there was rustling coming from the bedroom… Then it suddenly fell silent 'That's definitely not Jin.' She thought to herself. She crept slowly to the bedroom door, there wasn't anyone in there so she stepped inside. She was suddenly thrown onto the bed, she was confused at first but then realized Hwoarang was on top of her, with his fist raised.

"Damn. It's just you." He grumbled, standing to his feet.

Xiaoyu's heart was pounding in her throat "You jerk! What-"

"Look, I didn't know it was you."

She came to her senses "Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!" She repeated while punching him "You scared me!"

Hwoarang put his hands up a shield, but looked like he was being tickled, rather than punched "Chill out, kid."

She didn't respond, she just kept hitting him. Harder and harder, all she wanted to do was hurt him once.

He backed himself against a wall "Seriously, I will hurt you."

She swung her fist as hard as she could, nailing him in the jaw.

He merely squinted, then pushed her against the wall. He tightly grabbed her by her wrists and held them above her head. She kicked and wriggled to try to escape him, but he wouldn't let go. He pressed his body flush again hers leaning his head towards hers and whispering, "I told you to stop." He squeezed her wrists, causing her to grimace. "Now," he lowered her arms to her sides, his fingertips brushed against her thighs. Xiaoyu felt a dull tingling feeling inside of her and she quickly averted her eyes. "What's it gonna be, Ling?" his voice was low and smooth. He pushed himself away from the wall.

Xiaoyu tugged at her skirt, making sure it wasn't exposing her underwear. "You're an asshole, you know that?" she rubbed the red marks on her wrists.

"You know, a schoolgirl like you talkin' dirty is really sexy." He darkly grinned.

Xiaoyu glared "I wasn't talking dirty."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He leaned back towards her ear "You'd have to say 'fuck', but I don't know… That might not be a good word for me to hear right now."

She could feel the heat from his every word, her face flushed. He lightly brushed his lips against hers, her face turned bright red. It reminded her of her first kiss with Jin, if only the jerk standing in front of her was Jin. She'd press her lips gently against his, then slightly opening her mouth to taste him. He would deepen the kiss; holding the back of her back head gently as if she was a porcelain doll, tenderly running his fingertips over her skin.

The front door suddenly swung open. Xiaoyu snapped out of it, she was entangled in Hwoarang. She jumped back, wiping off her mouth. They both heard rifles cock, Xiaoyu jumped right back into his arms. He pulled her into the closet with him. They crawled in the corner; she was in his lap, her chest practically in his face. It was a long closet, though still somewhat small. Xiaoyu pushed some long clothes in front of them; they were covered in plastic… She figured they were hakamas or something. She tried to reposition herself on top of him, she was practically straddling him and she could feel him under his jeans. He seemed to be completely oblivious to it, he was concentrating on the noise from the other room. She lifted her leg up a little to move, he pulled her back down and covered her mouth. It was then that he noticed, she'd been sitting there so long he was able to feel the heat she generated. He was becoming hard; he tried lifting her up so she wouldn't feel. His hand slipped in his hurry, it slid right between her legs, Xiaoyu's underwear were thin, he could feel so much within that split second; 'Holy shit, she shaves. Oh, god she's wet,-' he snapped back into reality "Sorry!" he whispered. At this point, they were both immensely frustrated. He pulled her down hard onto him, swirling her hips against his.

Xiaoyu's breath hitched, she didn't know what to do. It felt so good, but it was him. 'he's such a jerk!' "ugh!" she moaned softly.

He covered her mouth, "Sh, they'll hear us!" he whispered. They heard the bedroom door open,

Xiaoyu almost didn't care; she felt an intense burning feeling that caused her to think of nothing but release. 'I love you, Xiaoyu…' she heard Jin's voice in the back of her mind. 'Ugh, what am I doing? This is a terrible situation –I'm on top of this guy in the closet of my missing best friend/love and I want dick. What if who's ever in the apartment with us would kill us if they found us…' she groped him.

Hwoarang flinched slightly "What the fuck are you doing?!" he whispered.

She entangled her fingers into his hair, pulling slightly "Fuck me. Now."

"Are you crazy?! They're going to find us!" he grabbed her wrists, if they were in any other situation he would have found it immensely hot.

"They might find us anyway, they might kill us."

"How do you know that?"

"Because," she nibbled at his ear "they have guns. They wouldn't have brought them if they didn't have intentions of using them."

"Good point." He closed his eyes when she unzipped his pants.

She slid his boxers down, fully exposing his erection. "Wow, you're really big!"

He sighed "Before you ask, yes, it's real."

Xiaoyu ignored him then slid her panties to the side and positioned the head against her entrance. She slowly began to ease down onto it, the tip barely inside.

Hwoarang grinned malevolently then thrust his entirety into her.

She inhaled through her teeth, the pulsating pain mixed pleasure was almost enough to send her over the edge right there. "Ugh, bastard."

"You have no idea." He wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other on her shoulder then simultaneously pulled her down onto his thrust.

Her body automatically tried to shoot upward into an arch, but Hwoarang's grip restricted her movement. He began to move slowly. "Hwoarang…" she moaned.

"Yes?" he slowed his movement even further.

She timidly blushed "…faster."

He smiled ear to ear hearing her say that. "How much do you want it?"

"Ugh," she gasped, "stop fucking with me."

"Stop?" he halted his movement.

"No-" she gasped in protest.

He put his hands behind his head "I really don't get you," he sadistically grinned "you'll have to show me what you want."

She glared at him but didn't waste any more time, she started off swiftly. "Nnn-" she moaned, entangling her fingers into his red hair.

He groaned and grabbed firm hold of her hips, helping her form a rhythm. Within minutes both were dripping in sweat. He pulled her shirt and vest over her head. "You don't wear a bra either?" he cupped his hands over her breasts, and roughly pressed his lips to hers. She practically tore off the black undershirt he had on and ran her hands up and down his perfectly sculpted chest.

'Xiaoyu, I love you.' Thoughts of Jin entered her mind again, 'I love you too, Jin!' she achieved climax and slumped against Hwoarang, murmuring "Jin."

It's not cheating since Jin left, right? Xiaoyu is slowly starting to cuss more frequently. Most likely because Hwoarang makes her feel more like she's a bad girl .