His Obsession: Chapter Two
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She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks.
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back.
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Julia breathed in deeply, smelling a faint scent of household cleaners as the rain poured steadily outside the window of her apartment. It had been raining all morning. Having nothing to do, Julia had been cleaning all morning. That was why it smelled like household cleaners. And it was almost intoxicating. Opening the window, a gusty breeze found its way inside and chilled her.
Breathing in deeply, she sighed and closed her eyes. She loved the rain, even if it may bore her from time to time.
Instinctively her mind wandered to the night before, with Steve and Hwoarang. Steve had called her phone nonstop all morning, and she finally answered it after the 10th time.
Of course he apologized like she expected he would, saying it was all a mistake and he would have never done it had he not been drinking. She politely accepted his apology, even though she secretly still disliked him for it, but she just wanted to be rid of him for the day.
And then her mind wandered to *him*, the red haired beauty from hell that touched every nerve in her body, from lust, to pure unadultrated hatred. The man really knew how to rub her the wrong way.
Wait, *lust*? No, no no no. She immediately crossed off the thought. She didnt lust after him, she just wanted to barf all over him. She smiled at the thought.
But Julia was a little curious as to his behaviour the night before. She would have expected him to stand and watch her struggling Steve, chuckling at her while puffing on a cigarette carelessly. She was actually surprised he defended her.
But why? Ever since the two had laid eyes on each other, all they did was ignore each other or bicker at one another. Add in a few casual flirting on Hwoarang's part and that's all. Thats all their was between the two.
This thought troubled her, and she wanted to forget all about it. Sighing, she grabbed her jacket, and an umbrella, and decided to head to the library and catch up on some reading. It would definitely clear her head of all her jumbled thoughts.
Stepping out into the chilly wet afternoon, she put up the umbrella and walked briskly towards the direction of the library, totally unaware that a pair of teal eyes were watching her from afar.
Hwoarang was standing in an alley across the street from her apartment, talking to two street men that he usually did when he went out for a cup of coffee in the mornings. Totally ignoring them, he casually looked around carelessly, taking in his surroundings.
Something familiar caught his eye and he looked back in that direction, and much to his chagrin, he saw her. Julia. The one thing that just so happened to be running through his head continuously.
Groaning at the coincidence, he had to grin at the knowledge that here she was living in an apartment about a block away from his own. She'd been right under his nose the entire time, and he hadn't a clue.
Wanting nothing more than to leave the two bickering men he was previously talking to, he quickly excused himself and walked out in the rain, pulling up his hoodie.
He had no idea WHY he was following her to wherever it was she was going, he just had the instinct to do so. What else was there to do anyways?
His military training had proven to pay off, and he was following her as smoothly, quietly and swiftly as a panther on the prowl. No one could notice he was following someone, not even Julia herself, whom in this position, was the prey. His prey.
She was only walking about 12 feet in front of him, hardly anyone around, and he was bathing in the confidence their was no way she'd spot him even if she turned around at that exact moment.
He almost laughed aloud when a very large brick building came into view, and he knew now where she was headed. The Library. He should have known.
She opened the doors and walked inside as gracefully as a cat, and he followed soon after, heading the opposite direction and sitting down, grabbing a magazine and pretending to read it.
Hwoarang watched as she shrugged off her wet coat, exposing her beautiful curvy figure to him. He had to admit even if he couldn't stand her sometimes, that she had the body of a goddess. Her hair that was in braids she had taken out and was now running a finger through her long hair that curled at the tips.
He now decided that every thing about her was goddess like, not just her body. From her beautiful large brown eyes that hid behind glasses, to her full rounded lucious lips that he wanted nothing more than to crush to his own, to her tanned and athletic body.
He almost choked when he realized exactly how far this infatuation of his was going. Not only was he following her to places he himself wouldn't be seen even if dead, but now he was even acting like some lovesick puppy.
In love with Julia Chang? Yeah, right. He almost burst out laughing right then and there.
But yet, even so, he found his eyes watching her every move, and fascinated by it all. He groaned when realizing that he was actually getting turned on by a woman searching through books for crying out loud.
This was getting too far. He had to make a move before he killed himself.
Standing up abruptly, he sat the magazine down carelessly and walked down the aisle of books beside hers, watching closely as she scanned through multiple books, obviously not being able to make up her mind.
Smiling like a chesire cat, Hwoarang decided to give her a good scare. With his hood still on, he bent down to where she was sifting through books, and right when she pulled out a book, she was met with a pair of fiery teal eyes looking right at her.
Julia automatically jumped back in surprise and tumbled over, hitting her head on a nearby ladder. Cursing in anger and frustration, she growled and clenched her fists angrily. She had just made a complete mess with the books.
Hwoarang, whom now walked over to the aisle she was in, leaned against the bookshelf and chuckled at the sight of her cursing and muttering god knows what. "Problems, sweetheart?"
Snapping her head up at the familiar voice, he saw a flash of surprise and something else he could not determine in her eyes, before it was replaced by anger. "You- you.. you barbarian!" Julia all but screamed, standing up suddenly, pointing her finger angrily at him. "How dare you!"
Hwoarang's eyebrows shot up, and his eyes showed nothing but amusement, "How dare I what? I see nothing wrong here."
Julia snorted in a very unlady like way, stomped her foot like a child, and cursed under her breath as she bent down and picked up the books that had fallen atop her, making the scene even more hilarious for him.
"Fine, I apologize for frightening you." He said, and Julia looked up surprised as his change of attitude, expecting him to still be laughing at her, but was even more shocked to find he was genuinely serious.
Hwoarang grabbed some books from the floor, and from her arms, and put them away with ease. Julia watched with much interest as he did this, fascinated with the way his long red hair fell into his eyes and he had to swipe it away every now and then.
She had no idea how long she was staring when she finally realized that he was staring at her, expression amused, waiting for her to say something. She blushed and looked away, clearing her throat and muttering a 'thank you.'
"What's that?" Hwoarang asked, knowing what she'd said. He just wanted to see her squirm.
"I said thank you." Julia growled.
"You're welcome, Julia Chang." He said with a smile.
Not knowing what else to say, she rolled her eyes and mumbled a 'whatever' before standing up abruptly, swiping a stray piece of hair that fell in her eye. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to grab this book," She plucked the book Hwoarang was currently inspecting distastefully out of his hands, "And be on my way."
Hwoarang was about to say something back, when he spotted a notebook lying on the ground by his feet. Julia breezed past him before he could say something, so he curiously grabbed the notebook and sat at a nearby table.
It was clearly Julia's notebook, because it had her name artistically engraved on the cover, with neat little designs on the front. He wasn't one to be nosey, but this was Julia. He *had* to peek.
Opening the book carefully, he was slightly surprised to see what looked to be poems. Grinning mentally, he read one. And another. And then another. It was rather strange, almost every poem she wrote seemed to be depressive or filled with sadness, emptiness if you will. He didnt expect that, he expected something bouncy and cheerful.
Closing the notebook, he tucked it safely into his hoodie and put his hood on, walking out into the rain. He decided that the owner of this notebook would be expecting him.
Hwoarang had remembered the apartment that Julia had exited earlier that day, and when he got there, he knocked on the door hesitantly. He heard Julia fumble with something, then yell 'just a minute.'
It seemed like forever until she opened the door, and he was quite amused at the sight. Hair up in a messy, yet cute bun, pieces falling down her face, and wearing nicely fit faded jeans with holes in them and a fitted gray t-shirt, which now had paint smeared over it, including on her face too.
"Did you have an accident or did the paint attack you?" Hwoarang asked, hiding a grin.
Julia's eyes narrowed, "What are *you* doing here?" She hissed, trying to remove the paint off her face with her hands but only resulting in smearing it further across her face, which didnt help any, because Hwoarang burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry its just, you just... you look funny is all. Can I come in?"
"Uh, no." Julia said, putting her hand on her hip for emphasis and looking at him adorably. "You didn't answer my question."
"Well can you at least let me out of the rain? I'm not immortal you know, I'm freezing my ass - bin//ezlclk.fcgi?id=10 off here." Hwoarang snapped, a little more aggravated than intended. Couldn't the woman just be a little more civil?
Giving him one last glare, she pushed open the door, and he entered, looking around the room with much interest. Nice. Paintings on the wall, numerous books on the shelves, a nice kitchen, nice bedroom.....
"I uh, I came to- well, you dropped this." Hwoarang said, shaking away his wandering thoughts by shoving the notebook at her.
Julia looked confused for a moment, until her eyes widened. "My uh.. you found my notebook."
"I think the word you're looking for is thank you." He replied. Their was a long moment of silence, until she cleared her throat dramatically.
"You read it, didn't you?" Julia accused, poking him in the chest.
"Whoa." Hwoarang said, putting up his hand. "Firstly, don't accuse me. Secondly, OW."
"Oh shut up you big baby. And why should I not accuse you? Its not like you didn't have the opportunity to read it."
"Can't you just believe me when I say I didnt read it?" He sighed.
"No." She said matter-of-factly.
"Well fine then! I read a little bit.. you write good poems."
"I knew it!" Julia hissed, throwing her notebook on the chair casually. "I can't believe you. Do you just go around stalking people, taking their things, being nosey and then casually return them to their apartment. Which by the way, how in the hell do you know I live here? Huh?" She asked, poking him in the chest, again.
"Hey! I said don't poke me!" He said, glaring back at her with equal force.
"This is my apartment, I can poke you as much as I like." Julia shot back, poking him in the chest.
"Don't poke me." Hwoarang growled.
"Why? What are you going to do? Poke, poke, poke." Julia said, emphasizing each of her poking, which were by the way getting on Hwoarang's last nerve.
Without warning, when Julia was about to poke him yet again, Hwoarang grabbed her fragile wrists and pulled her flush against him. Julia, a bit surprised by this, immediately lost her composure and found herself blushing, as their faces, and specifically their lips, were a mere few centimeters away.
"Do you just love getting on my nerves Julia Chang?" Hwoarang said softly, staring at her lips. He moved slightly to where his lips brushed against her soft anticipating ones, making her eyes flutter shut. Just one swift movement and he could get lost in her.
As if the world came crashing down on her, Hwoarang stepped away from her. Julia opened her eyes and watched as Hwoarang shifted uncomfortably on each foot, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I'm gonna... yeah." He said, motioning to the door.
And she could say, or do nothing, as she was too stunned. So she just watched as Hwoarang exited the building in one swift motion and she was left motionless in her living room, head swimming with incoherent thoughts.
"Damn him." Julia breathed, plopping down on her couch, forgetting her earlier task of painting, mind fix on one thing, or should I say person.
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A/N: Eh, decided to end it there. Thanks for all the encouraging reviews, means a lot. And don't worry their wont be any Steve bashing, I dont bash characters. I may make fun of a few, but no bashing. I actually love Steve, hes coolies, I just had to have someone do the dirty work ;)
Feedback is appreciated! :)
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She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks.
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back.
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Julia breathed in deeply, smelling a faint scent of household cleaners as the rain poured steadily outside the window of her apartment. It had been raining all morning. Having nothing to do, Julia had been cleaning all morning. That was why it smelled like household cleaners. And it was almost intoxicating. Opening the window, a gusty breeze found its way inside and chilled her.
Breathing in deeply, she sighed and closed her eyes. She loved the rain, even if it may bore her from time to time.
Instinctively her mind wandered to the night before, with Steve and Hwoarang. Steve had called her phone nonstop all morning, and she finally answered it after the 10th time.
Of course he apologized like she expected he would, saying it was all a mistake and he would have never done it had he not been drinking. She politely accepted his apology, even though she secretly still disliked him for it, but she just wanted to be rid of him for the day.
And then her mind wandered to *him*, the red haired beauty from hell that touched every nerve in her body, from lust, to pure unadultrated hatred. The man really knew how to rub her the wrong way.
Wait, *lust*? No, no no no. She immediately crossed off the thought. She didnt lust after him, she just wanted to barf all over him. She smiled at the thought.
But Julia was a little curious as to his behaviour the night before. She would have expected him to stand and watch her struggling Steve, chuckling at her while puffing on a cigarette carelessly. She was actually surprised he defended her.
But why? Ever since the two had laid eyes on each other, all they did was ignore each other or bicker at one another. Add in a few casual flirting on Hwoarang's part and that's all. Thats all their was between the two.
This thought troubled her, and she wanted to forget all about it. Sighing, she grabbed her jacket, and an umbrella, and decided to head to the library and catch up on some reading. It would definitely clear her head of all her jumbled thoughts.
Stepping out into the chilly wet afternoon, she put up the umbrella and walked briskly towards the direction of the library, totally unaware that a pair of teal eyes were watching her from afar.
Hwoarang was standing in an alley across the street from her apartment, talking to two street men that he usually did when he went out for a cup of coffee in the mornings. Totally ignoring them, he casually looked around carelessly, taking in his surroundings.
Something familiar caught his eye and he looked back in that direction, and much to his chagrin, he saw her. Julia. The one thing that just so happened to be running through his head continuously.
Groaning at the coincidence, he had to grin at the knowledge that here she was living in an apartment about a block away from his own. She'd been right under his nose the entire time, and he hadn't a clue.
Wanting nothing more than to leave the two bickering men he was previously talking to, he quickly excused himself and walked out in the rain, pulling up his hoodie.
He had no idea WHY he was following her to wherever it was she was going, he just had the instinct to do so. What else was there to do anyways?
His military training had proven to pay off, and he was following her as smoothly, quietly and swiftly as a panther on the prowl. No one could notice he was following someone, not even Julia herself, whom in this position, was the prey. His prey.
She was only walking about 12 feet in front of him, hardly anyone around, and he was bathing in the confidence their was no way she'd spot him even if she turned around at that exact moment.
He almost laughed aloud when a very large brick building came into view, and he knew now where she was headed. The Library. He should have known.
She opened the doors and walked inside as gracefully as a cat, and he followed soon after, heading the opposite direction and sitting down, grabbing a magazine and pretending to read it.
Hwoarang watched as she shrugged off her wet coat, exposing her beautiful curvy figure to him. He had to admit even if he couldn't stand her sometimes, that she had the body of a goddess. Her hair that was in braids she had taken out and was now running a finger through her long hair that curled at the tips.
He now decided that every thing about her was goddess like, not just her body. From her beautiful large brown eyes that hid behind glasses, to her full rounded lucious lips that he wanted nothing more than to crush to his own, to her tanned and athletic body.
He almost choked when he realized exactly how far this infatuation of his was going. Not only was he following her to places he himself wouldn't be seen even if dead, but now he was even acting like some lovesick puppy.
In love with Julia Chang? Yeah, right. He almost burst out laughing right then and there.
But yet, even so, he found his eyes watching her every move, and fascinated by it all. He groaned when realizing that he was actually getting turned on by a woman searching through books for crying out loud.
This was getting too far. He had to make a move before he killed himself.
Standing up abruptly, he sat the magazine down carelessly and walked down the aisle of books beside hers, watching closely as she scanned through multiple books, obviously not being able to make up her mind.
Smiling like a chesire cat, Hwoarang decided to give her a good scare. With his hood still on, he bent down to where she was sifting through books, and right when she pulled out a book, she was met with a pair of fiery teal eyes looking right at her.
Julia automatically jumped back in surprise and tumbled over, hitting her head on a nearby ladder. Cursing in anger and frustration, she growled and clenched her fists angrily. She had just made a complete mess with the books.
Hwoarang, whom now walked over to the aisle she was in, leaned against the bookshelf and chuckled at the sight of her cursing and muttering god knows what. "Problems, sweetheart?"
Snapping her head up at the familiar voice, he saw a flash of surprise and something else he could not determine in her eyes, before it was replaced by anger. "You- you.. you barbarian!" Julia all but screamed, standing up suddenly, pointing her finger angrily at him. "How dare you!"
Hwoarang's eyebrows shot up, and his eyes showed nothing but amusement, "How dare I what? I see nothing wrong here."
Julia snorted in a very unlady like way, stomped her foot like a child, and cursed under her breath as she bent down and picked up the books that had fallen atop her, making the scene even more hilarious for him.
"Fine, I apologize for frightening you." He said, and Julia looked up surprised as his change of attitude, expecting him to still be laughing at her, but was even more shocked to find he was genuinely serious.
Hwoarang grabbed some books from the floor, and from her arms, and put them away with ease. Julia watched with much interest as he did this, fascinated with the way his long red hair fell into his eyes and he had to swipe it away every now and then.
She had no idea how long she was staring when she finally realized that he was staring at her, expression amused, waiting for her to say something. She blushed and looked away, clearing her throat and muttering a 'thank you.'
"What's that?" Hwoarang asked, knowing what she'd said. He just wanted to see her squirm.
"I said thank you." Julia growled.
"You're welcome, Julia Chang." He said with a smile.
Not knowing what else to say, she rolled her eyes and mumbled a 'whatever' before standing up abruptly, swiping a stray piece of hair that fell in her eye. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to grab this book," She plucked the book Hwoarang was currently inspecting distastefully out of his hands, "And be on my way."
Hwoarang was about to say something back, when he spotted a notebook lying on the ground by his feet. Julia breezed past him before he could say something, so he curiously grabbed the notebook and sat at a nearby table.
It was clearly Julia's notebook, because it had her name artistically engraved on the cover, with neat little designs on the front. He wasn't one to be nosey, but this was Julia. He *had* to peek.
Opening the book carefully, he was slightly surprised to see what looked to be poems. Grinning mentally, he read one. And another. And then another. It was rather strange, almost every poem she wrote seemed to be depressive or filled with sadness, emptiness if you will. He didnt expect that, he expected something bouncy and cheerful.
Closing the notebook, he tucked it safely into his hoodie and put his hood on, walking out into the rain. He decided that the owner of this notebook would be expecting him.
Hwoarang had remembered the apartment that Julia had exited earlier that day, and when he got there, he knocked on the door hesitantly. He heard Julia fumble with something, then yell 'just a minute.'
It seemed like forever until she opened the door, and he was quite amused at the sight. Hair up in a messy, yet cute bun, pieces falling down her face, and wearing nicely fit faded jeans with holes in them and a fitted gray t-shirt, which now had paint smeared over it, including on her face too.
"Did you have an accident or did the paint attack you?" Hwoarang asked, hiding a grin.
Julia's eyes narrowed, "What are *you* doing here?" She hissed, trying to remove the paint off her face with her hands but only resulting in smearing it further across her face, which didnt help any, because Hwoarang burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry its just, you just... you look funny is all. Can I come in?"
"Uh, no." Julia said, putting her hand on her hip for emphasis and looking at him adorably. "You didn't answer my question."
"Well can you at least let me out of the rain? I'm not immortal you know, I'm freezing my ass - bin//ezlclk.fcgi?id=10 off here." Hwoarang snapped, a little more aggravated than intended. Couldn't the woman just be a little more civil?
Giving him one last glare, she pushed open the door, and he entered, looking around the room with much interest. Nice. Paintings on the wall, numerous books on the shelves, a nice kitchen, nice bedroom.....
"I uh, I came to- well, you dropped this." Hwoarang said, shaking away his wandering thoughts by shoving the notebook at her.
Julia looked confused for a moment, until her eyes widened. "My uh.. you found my notebook."
"I think the word you're looking for is thank you." He replied. Their was a long moment of silence, until she cleared her throat dramatically.
"You read it, didn't you?" Julia accused, poking him in the chest.
"Whoa." Hwoarang said, putting up his hand. "Firstly, don't accuse me. Secondly, OW."
"Oh shut up you big baby. And why should I not accuse you? Its not like you didn't have the opportunity to read it."
"Can't you just believe me when I say I didnt read it?" He sighed.
"No." She said matter-of-factly.
"Well fine then! I read a little bit.. you write good poems."
"I knew it!" Julia hissed, throwing her notebook on the chair casually. "I can't believe you. Do you just go around stalking people, taking their things, being nosey and then casually return them to their apartment. Which by the way, how in the hell do you know I live here? Huh?" She asked, poking him in the chest, again.
"Hey! I said don't poke me!" He said, glaring back at her with equal force.
"This is my apartment, I can poke you as much as I like." Julia shot back, poking him in the chest.
"Don't poke me." Hwoarang growled.
"Why? What are you going to do? Poke, poke, poke." Julia said, emphasizing each of her poking, which were by the way getting on Hwoarang's last nerve.
Without warning, when Julia was about to poke him yet again, Hwoarang grabbed her fragile wrists and pulled her flush against him. Julia, a bit surprised by this, immediately lost her composure and found herself blushing, as their faces, and specifically their lips, were a mere few centimeters away.
"Do you just love getting on my nerves Julia Chang?" Hwoarang said softly, staring at her lips. He moved slightly to where his lips brushed against her soft anticipating ones, making her eyes flutter shut. Just one swift movement and he could get lost in her.
As if the world came crashing down on her, Hwoarang stepped away from her. Julia opened her eyes and watched as Hwoarang shifted uncomfortably on each foot, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I'm gonna... yeah." He said, motioning to the door.
And she could say, or do nothing, as she was too stunned. So she just watched as Hwoarang exited the building in one swift motion and she was left motionless in her living room, head swimming with incoherent thoughts.
"Damn him." Julia breathed, plopping down on her couch, forgetting her earlier task of painting, mind fix on one thing, or should I say person.
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A/N: Eh, decided to end it there. Thanks for all the encouraging reviews, means a lot. And don't worry their wont be any Steve bashing, I dont bash characters. I may make fun of a few, but no bashing. I actually love Steve, hes coolies, I just had to have someone do the dirty work ;)
Feedback is appreciated! :)