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Chapter 5: Stay

Xiaoyu grimaced to the unbearably strong scent of ammonium carbonate; she swiftly shook her head to get away from the smell.

"Finally, I was about to take you to the hospital. You've been out for a while… I thought you had a concussion."

She ignored him at first, "What the fuck was that stench?"

He raised an eyebrow in amusement, happy to see she was okay "Smelling salts. You weren't responding when I talked to you or even when I shook you." He scratched the back of his head "You really had me going there for a minute."

Xiaoyu looked around the room for a moment; her surroundings were unfamiliar "Where are we?"

"Welcome to my shithole apartment." He grinned.

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her front "Ugh, I feel like I got hit with a brick wall."

"You practically did." He sat on the very edge of the bed, removing her hands "Lemme see, really quick."

Xiaoyu struggled out of his grip "I'm fine! I don't bruise easy."

He shook his head, and lifted her shirt halfway. "Shit…"

"What?" she saw the worried look flash across his face.

"It's bad. Does this hurt?" he touched her skin as absolutely soft as he was able.

She grimaced as if he had dug his finger into her skin and she gasped "Yeah."

She held her breath for a moment "Ugh, I feel sick and dizzy…"

"I think you do have a concussion, you need to go to the hospital now." He got off the bed.

"No, no, no, no!" she repeated inhumanly fast "If I go to the hospital, they'll call grandpa. I'll be in so much trouble!"

"How do you know?"

"Something similar like this happened when I had to go to the hospital after the last tournament, they called grandpa and that's how he found out!" she unknowingly started slipping backwards from dizziness.

Hwoarang shook his head "You really don't look good."

She grasped his hand "Please don't."

"Okay, just don't go to sleep." He tried to pull away from her.

"Stay? Talk to me, anything." She begged.

He hesitantly sat back down on the bed beside her "What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to hear you talk. Tell me about your childhood." He gripped his hand.

He smirked "I told you I'm an orphan. My childhood wasn't pretty."

"I know. I need to hear your voice."

His heart slightly tightened in his chest, he stroked her hand with his thumb "…Okay."

"Ling," he got no response "Ling… –Xiaoyu!"

She took a deep breath, looked at him hazily "…Yeah?"

"Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me!" he exhaled unsteadily "You fell asleep and your breathing slowed too much." He wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." she said guiltily.

"Try not to give me a heart attack, okay?" he swept her bangs out of her paled face.

Her eyes filled with tears and she buried her face into his chest.

His callus fingers rubbed at the back of her neck comfortingly, while his right hand toyed with the back of her shirt almost like a nervous habit. He buried his head between her face and shoulder, not knowing what to say.

"I don't mean to be such a burden. . ." she whispered.

He shook his head "You're not the burden, Ling. It's that fucking bastard that hurt you."

"It's okay, he just got all hotheaded 'cause he's a sore loser and all." She shrugged it off.

"No, not him… I meant that son-ova-bitch that left you feeling empty inside. There's no excuse for what he's done to you." He gripped her possessively.

Xiaoyu's chocolate brown eyes grew round "Hwoarang?"

He felt tears on his shoulder but didn't say anything. His lips brushed lightly against her neck as he opened his mouth to apologize.

She entangled her fingers in his hair.

"That was out of line, I'm sor-"

"No," she interrupted "I've been waiting for so long for someone to say it. It wasn't enough for me to know it; I had to hear it said."

He smiled against her skin, mumbling "You sound like you feel better."

"I'm just like this when I'm mad. I could be kicking up daisies and you wouldn't be able to tell." She joked.

"Then how do I know I'm not having a conversation with a corpse?" he lifted his head peaking out of the corner of his eye for any kind of expression.

She smiled wide for a moment, giggling a little. "I don't know…"

"Any ways I can find out?" he added, turning his head a little more.

"One." She kissed him on the cheek.

"I still don't think I'm convinced." He said playfully, sliding his hand from the back of her neck across her jaw line and stopping at her cheek, wiping expired tears as he went along.

She inhaled sharply, reacting to the feeling of his rough fingertips brushing against her angelically soft skin "I can't think of anything else though."

"Your face gives you away." He kissed her neck.

Her grip tightened on his hair "Is that so?"

"Mmhm." He worked his way up to her ear.

Her breathing quickened as his hand slowly slid down her neck and explored her body. She pulled her vest over her head, making it easier for her to feel his hands running over the thin fabric of her button-down.

He took advantage of her generosity and ran his fingers over her hardened nipple, a satisfied grin gracing his features. He pinched at it lightly for a moment while his other hand snaked to her front and began to unbutton her top. His kisses worked downward, momentarily pausing at her collarbone and stopping at her breasts.

Xiaoyu breathing became uneven as he seductively slid her shirt down her shoulders, she gripped his shirt and arched her back so far that her head touched a pillow.

He placed a hand on her shoulder as sort of a 'relax' type of gesture. He ran his hand up her skirt almost torturously slow. Once he reached his destination, he moved her panties to the side. Which, of course him being a guy and all, he noted that they were light purple with little pink hearts.

Xiaoyu gasped and writhed as he massaged her clitoris, occasionally letting out quiet moans.

Hwoarang slowly continued his journey southward. He paused once he reached her navel to glace up at her blissful expressions, but once again saw her horribly battered skin. The dark brown line travelled just from under her right rib cage diagonally to her right breast. A darker, almost black, line marked the contact from the piece of wood she'd been hit with. Hwoarang stopped "Ling, I don't think this is a good idea right now."

"What?" she incredulously at him "You have to be joking."

He shook his head "Your bodies too injured, I might hurt you worse."

Despite the amount of pain she was in, Xiaoyu rose to her knees and wrapped her arms around him "I'm alright. Promise."

"You're a bad liar." He ran his hands up and down her sides.

"That's because something else takes up all the rest of my talent." She grinned, pressing her lips against his.

He kissed her back gently.

She swiftly reached into his jeans, and wrapped her petite hands around his erection. Before he could react, she was already stroking him. She unbuttoned his pants, pulling his member out and into view.

He smiled when she coyly blushed when she examined it "What's wrong?"

She giggled and took it all into her mouth.

Hwoarang groaned, leaning his head back.

After about five minutes, Xiaoyu felt that he was getting close enough. She lifted her head, nearly breathless "I thought you'd never be ready." She positioned herself on top of him, her entrance ready to engulf him entirely.

He laid her on her back delicately, as if he thought she might shatter like a porcelain doll. At that point, he finally realized her lower half was now bare. He shot her a brief 'when did this happen?' look and slid his jeans and boxers off at once. He leaned over her carefully to make sure he didn't break her ribs, if they weren't already broken. He pressed his lips against hers and slowly pushed himself inside her.

Xiaoyu's body temporarily locked up and she painfully inhaled through her teeth. "Keep going." She ordered him, after he stopped.

He reluctantly continued and steadily increased pace once he was sure he wasn't still hurting her. Once she was close to her limit, she wrapped her legs around him and he felt her walls tightening around his shaft. He quickened his pace further, the friction felt amazing. They continued to grow closer to their climaxes.

Concussions suck. I've had two. I was hit in the side of the head with an aluminum baseball when I was 10. Then in 2008 (21 years old), while I was on a vacation in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, my aunt and I were on an ATV and it hit a pothole on a mountain and I lost control of it (Funny I had to be the one driving), it went into a 4-foot ditch (better than off the mountain, right?). I hit my head really hard, a got a massively huge black-and-yellow bruise all over the front of my body, and least of all I had long "claw mark" scratches on my right arm. The people at the hotel said I looked like I got attacked by Freddy Kruger (Nightmare on Elm St). Oh and my aunt sprained her leg.