Title: His Obsession
Author: Um, me.
Rating: R
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing: Julia/Hwoarang
Timeline: After T4, in USA
Summary: After a brief encounter on the street, playboy Hwoarang and good girl Julia meet for the first time in a year. After the encounter, Hwoarang realizes that he's grown almost obsessed with the native girl.
Author's Note: I was utterly sick of seeing no Julia fics (too many were of the same character *coughxiayoucough*) that I decided to make my own. Just note that I am a very busy person, and if I don't get many reviews the fic will be updated rarely. I'm sorry but, I write lots of other fics too and I dont have the time to update one that is getting no feedback. The more popular fics of mine I update quicker. Hopefully this fic will be a success. Rated R for language and sexual themes in later chapters. Lyrics are "Thinking of You" by A Perfect Circle.
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Lying all alone and restless
unable to lose this image
Sleepless, unable to focus on
anything but your surrender
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The night was deathly chilly and she'd suddenly wished that she'd of brought a heavier jacket, instead of the flimsy faded jean jacket that matched her pants.
She didnt know when the night had somehow turned into disaster, but it had. She meant to only go to the club for a fun night out with her friends Christie and Ling, only to have it go sideways.
Christie had immediately scoped out all the hotties at the bar, while Ling stood beside her in a flimsy hot pink dress, twirling her hair and making eyes innocently at each muscle man that happened to look their way.
All the while, Julia sat with her hair down for once, drinking a little bit of beer and shaking her head sadly at her friend Ling who was having no success at picking up men despite her desperate tries.
Julia didnt come to scope out guys, although she had to admit there were a few good looking ones there. But it came crashing down on her when Ling finally spotted a good looking guy flirting shamelessly with her and the two went off dancing.
And there she was, drowning in her pitiful life alone with nothing but the alcohol that brought her an overwhelming feeling state of mind.
That is, until *he* showed up.
The godly Steve Fox, why did he have to try and make her life miserable? Not only was she NOT attracted to him, but she was annoyed by him to say the least. And he thought of it as sexual tension on her part.
Of course she could easily just kick his ass but, she was a nice girl, right? She wouldnt just scream at him for being annoying and not taking a hint, she'd just sit there smiling with her mouth shut and her eyes focused on anything else but him. Nobody noticed her inner turmoil, or feelings that gradually built up inside her. Which was another reason for her being a fighter. It let out a hell of a lot of stress.
And that was why her night sucked. She could have been home reading or doing anything else but hanging out with Steve, whose ego was bigger than his own brains. A hell of a lot bigger than his dick too, Julia thought smugly.
As she walked the lonely streets alone like she always did, the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stuck straight up and she was overwhelmed with a feeling of danger. Or maybe it was the buzz she had for drinking a little too many beers.
No, she definitely felt danger.
Pivoting on her heel, her leg unconciously went up and her boot was level with the intruder's neck, daring him to make a move.
But it was only Steve. A drunk, very foul smelling Steve. But still Steve. She sighed inwardly, lowering her leg and putting a hand on her hip. "Are you following me?" She asked, eyes narrowed.
He burped loudly, and she sneered as he staggered towards her, grabbing her hand and kissing it sloppily. "Jules, I love you so much it hurts."
"That's the alcohol talking." Julia chuckled nervously, removing her hand from his vice-like grip. Only he wouldn't let go.
On normal circumstances she wouldn't feel worried, she'd kick somebody's ass if they tried to feel her up. But this was Steve. He was strong, if not stronger than she. And his brain was clouded with alcohol and god knows what else. She felt so small.
His other hand swept around and grabbed her hips, smashing her to him possesively. His hand then trailed down and without warning, he grabbed her butt, causing Julia to tense and her anger to boil over.
Grabbing his hand, she twisted it painfully and squeezed it, feeling a few bones crack. He yelled in pain and grabbed a fistfull of her hair and slammed her to a nearby brick wall.
"You're such a bitch." He whispered menacingly, kissing her so fiercly it could bruise. Crying out in pain as he bit her lower lip, causing it to bleed.
Julia struggled against him, but her strength was outnumbered. She was pinned to a wall in an alley, and she suddenly felt so fragile.
Not giving up so easily, Julia kneed him in the groin, causing him to stumble and cry out in pain. He was only on his knees for a moment before he charged at her. Only he didnt get very far.
Julia was confused as Steve ran right towards her, and merely halfway there he was tackled to the ground, with a fiery redhead on top of him, punching him continuously.
As much as Julia yearned to see Steve beaten to a pulp, she knew that he wouldn't have done such a thing had he not been drinking. And she did have a concious. And she was sure that if she let Steve get beaten bad enough, she'd feel just a little guilty.
Her hand rested on the redheads shoulder and she pushed him off, standing in between him and Steve. She gasped as the moon cast a shadow on their face and she just saw whom exactly this redhead was.
"Hwoarang?" Julia whispered unbelievably. His face was set in stone, and his eyes had an eery glow to them that made her shiver.
She turned around wordlessly and looked down at Steve, whom groaned and sat on his elbows, looking at Julia pleadingly. She glared down at him and spat, "Be lucky that you aren't dead, Fox."
She turned around, face etched with mild aggravation towards Hwoarang. "I could have done that myself, thank you very much."
Hwoarang seemed a bit surprised at her bitterness, but didnt let it show. He simply grinned cockily and tilted his head, "Oh really?"
"Yes." Julia said, not so surely.
"It didnt look like you were doing such a great job when I found you." Hwoarang shrugged.
"Well I didnt ask for you to find me." Julia hissed.
"Okay then how about we wake up Stevie over there and tell him to try another assault on you, and I'll just walk on by like it's the most natural thing in the world, shall we?"
Julia snorted and breezed past him, shoving him out of her way. "Whatever. Just leave me the hell alone." Hwoarang watched as she all but jogged down the empty streets to her hotel.
"I don't think thats an option, Jules." Hwoarang said to himself, shoving his hands in his jeans and walking aimlessly down the alley.
He had no idea why but their was something about Julia he couldn't place. Hwoarang wasnt known well for being commited to a woman, he merely just got pleasure from them. He didn't need minor complications.
But Julia was something else altogether. She was strong, stubborn, sexy as hell, and there was something else about he he couldn't grasp. She seemed to be hiding something, some strange inner feelings welling up inside of her. He knew there was another side of this Julia, and he wanted to find out exactly what that side was.
Shoving his hands into his pockets he continued down the dark streets, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag of it. He could barely make out the silhouette of the woman he had just briefly spoken to a moment ago walking quickly far ahead of him.
Hwoarang wished he could have spoken to her a bit longer. He'd only talked to her on a rare occasion when they'd bump into each other. He hadn't spoken to her in about a half a year, and now that they had spoken at least a word, she was as fiery and stubborn as he remembered her to be.
And he loved it.
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A/N: My chapters are usually longer but thought I'd stop here to see if yall want me to continue. I might consider other pairings for this fic too possibly if you really want to see it. Just tell me. But it IS mainly J/H :)
Author: Um, me.
Rating: R
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing: Julia/Hwoarang
Timeline: After T4, in USA
Summary: After a brief encounter on the street, playboy Hwoarang and good girl Julia meet for the first time in a year. After the encounter, Hwoarang realizes that he's grown almost obsessed with the native girl.
Author's Note: I was utterly sick of seeing no Julia fics (too many were of the same character *coughxiayoucough*) that I decided to make my own. Just note that I am a very busy person, and if I don't get many reviews the fic will be updated rarely. I'm sorry but, I write lots of other fics too and I dont have the time to update one that is getting no feedback. The more popular fics of mine I update quicker. Hopefully this fic will be a success. Rated R for language and sexual themes in later chapters. Lyrics are "Thinking of You" by A Perfect Circle.
_______________________________
Lying all alone and restless
unable to lose this image
Sleepless, unable to focus on
anything but your surrender
______________________________
The night was deathly chilly and she'd suddenly wished that she'd of brought a heavier jacket, instead of the flimsy faded jean jacket that matched her pants.
She didnt know when the night had somehow turned into disaster, but it had. She meant to only go to the club for a fun night out with her friends Christie and Ling, only to have it go sideways.
Christie had immediately scoped out all the hotties at the bar, while Ling stood beside her in a flimsy hot pink dress, twirling her hair and making eyes innocently at each muscle man that happened to look their way.
All the while, Julia sat with her hair down for once, drinking a little bit of beer and shaking her head sadly at her friend Ling who was having no success at picking up men despite her desperate tries.
Julia didnt come to scope out guys, although she had to admit there were a few good looking ones there. But it came crashing down on her when Ling finally spotted a good looking guy flirting shamelessly with her and the two went off dancing.
And there she was, drowning in her pitiful life alone with nothing but the alcohol that brought her an overwhelming feeling state of mind.
That is, until *he* showed up.
The godly Steve Fox, why did he have to try and make her life miserable? Not only was she NOT attracted to him, but she was annoyed by him to say the least. And he thought of it as sexual tension on her part.
Of course she could easily just kick his ass but, she was a nice girl, right? She wouldnt just scream at him for being annoying and not taking a hint, she'd just sit there smiling with her mouth shut and her eyes focused on anything else but him. Nobody noticed her inner turmoil, or feelings that gradually built up inside her. Which was another reason for her being a fighter. It let out a hell of a lot of stress.
And that was why her night sucked. She could have been home reading or doing anything else but hanging out with Steve, whose ego was bigger than his own brains. A hell of a lot bigger than his dick too, Julia thought smugly.
As she walked the lonely streets alone like she always did, the hairs on the back of her neck suddenly stuck straight up and she was overwhelmed with a feeling of danger. Or maybe it was the buzz she had for drinking a little too many beers.
No, she definitely felt danger.
Pivoting on her heel, her leg unconciously went up and her boot was level with the intruder's neck, daring him to make a move.
But it was only Steve. A drunk, very foul smelling Steve. But still Steve. She sighed inwardly, lowering her leg and putting a hand on her hip. "Are you following me?" She asked, eyes narrowed.
He burped loudly, and she sneered as he staggered towards her, grabbing her hand and kissing it sloppily. "Jules, I love you so much it hurts."
"That's the alcohol talking." Julia chuckled nervously, removing her hand from his vice-like grip. Only he wouldn't let go.
On normal circumstances she wouldn't feel worried, she'd kick somebody's ass if they tried to feel her up. But this was Steve. He was strong, if not stronger than she. And his brain was clouded with alcohol and god knows what else. She felt so small.
His other hand swept around and grabbed her hips, smashing her to him possesively. His hand then trailed down and without warning, he grabbed her butt, causing Julia to tense and her anger to boil over.
Grabbing his hand, she twisted it painfully and squeezed it, feeling a few bones crack. He yelled in pain and grabbed a fistfull of her hair and slammed her to a nearby brick wall.
"You're such a bitch." He whispered menacingly, kissing her so fiercly it could bruise. Crying out in pain as he bit her lower lip, causing it to bleed.
Julia struggled against him, but her strength was outnumbered. She was pinned to a wall in an alley, and she suddenly felt so fragile.
Not giving up so easily, Julia kneed him in the groin, causing him to stumble and cry out in pain. He was only on his knees for a moment before he charged at her. Only he didnt get very far.
Julia was confused as Steve ran right towards her, and merely halfway there he was tackled to the ground, with a fiery redhead on top of him, punching him continuously.
As much as Julia yearned to see Steve beaten to a pulp, she knew that he wouldn't have done such a thing had he not been drinking. And she did have a concious. And she was sure that if she let Steve get beaten bad enough, she'd feel just a little guilty.
Her hand rested on the redheads shoulder and she pushed him off, standing in between him and Steve. She gasped as the moon cast a shadow on their face and she just saw whom exactly this redhead was.
"Hwoarang?" Julia whispered unbelievably. His face was set in stone, and his eyes had an eery glow to them that made her shiver.
She turned around wordlessly and looked down at Steve, whom groaned and sat on his elbows, looking at Julia pleadingly. She glared down at him and spat, "Be lucky that you aren't dead, Fox."
She turned around, face etched with mild aggravation towards Hwoarang. "I could have done that myself, thank you very much."
Hwoarang seemed a bit surprised at her bitterness, but didnt let it show. He simply grinned cockily and tilted his head, "Oh really?"
"Yes." Julia said, not so surely.
"It didnt look like you were doing such a great job when I found you." Hwoarang shrugged.
"Well I didnt ask for you to find me." Julia hissed.
"Okay then how about we wake up Stevie over there and tell him to try another assault on you, and I'll just walk on by like it's the most natural thing in the world, shall we?"
Julia snorted and breezed past him, shoving him out of her way. "Whatever. Just leave me the hell alone." Hwoarang watched as she all but jogged down the empty streets to her hotel.
"I don't think thats an option, Jules." Hwoarang said to himself, shoving his hands in his jeans and walking aimlessly down the alley.
He had no idea why but their was something about Julia he couldn't place. Hwoarang wasnt known well for being commited to a woman, he merely just got pleasure from them. He didn't need minor complications.
But Julia was something else altogether. She was strong, stubborn, sexy as hell, and there was something else about he he couldn't grasp. She seemed to be hiding something, some strange inner feelings welling up inside of her. He knew there was another side of this Julia, and he wanted to find out exactly what that side was.
Shoving his hands into his pockets he continued down the dark streets, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag of it. He could barely make out the silhouette of the woman he had just briefly spoken to a moment ago walking quickly far ahead of him.
Hwoarang wished he could have spoken to her a bit longer. He'd only talked to her on a rare occasion when they'd bump into each other. He hadn't spoken to her in about a half a year, and now that they had spoken at least a word, she was as fiery and stubborn as he remembered her to be.
And he loved it.
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A/N: My chapters are usually longer but thought I'd stop here to see if yall want me to continue. I might consider other pairings for this fic too possibly if you really want to see it. Just tell me. But it IS mainly J/H :)