His Obsession: Chapter 3
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As soon as you stepped through my door,
I saw you for the first time all over again.
Time well spent seems lonelier than ever,
like light years ago.
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Hwoarang had no idea why he was here. Well, it wasn't that he disliked drinking per say, but he wasn't feeling up to consuming all that much alcohol tonight. But yet, he found himself walking to the club.
He got a beer, and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke at the girl sitting beside him. Woman. Whatever. He couldn't really tell what gender the person was exactly, seeing as their face was caked with make-up that made him grimace.
He didn't know how long he'd been there, a half hour maybe longer, but as soon as she stepped through that door, he knew she was here. He didn't know how, but he did.
He turned his head involuntarily to look at the entrance, but what he saw he wasn't expecting to see, and it made him grip the shotglass tightly with anger.
Julia had came alright, with Steve. But that wasn't exactly all. She had also come with Jin.
Steam practically oozed from his ears as he tried to control himself from getting up and kicking the living daylights out of both men for even looking at Julia.
Sure he was being a little unreasonable and frankly, jealous and overprotective. But it just *had* to be the two men he wanted nothing more than to die a painful death. Hwoarang wanted nothing more than to tear Julia away from the two men, drive off somewhere far, far away. Away from Jin, and Steve.
Instead of storming up and beating the shit out of them like his mind was urgently requesting he do, he turned his head, jaw clenched, and downed his bottle of beer, getting another and drinking it in a rhythmic repetition he could continue all night if he so desired.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the trio walk towards the dance floor. Some pop song he had no intention of listening to because it sounded so horrible was playing and they were all dancing to it.
He dared to turn his head, and saw Jin dancing with a girl he knew from the tournament, but never really remembered her name. All he remembered was that she was highly annoying and young.
It soothed him to know that Jin was in fact not here with Julia, but it didn't sooth his nerves when he saw Steve dancing with Julia. What in the hell was she thinking? The man almost raped her for gods sake and now here she was dancing with him? Did she have absolutely no brain whatsoever?
He chortled at the thought, and got another beer. He had no idea how long he had been consuming alcohol when he heard a familiar, gentle laughter to his left.
Julia was sitting at the opposite end of the bar, chatting with the chinese girl that wasn't even paying attention to her, she was busy drooling over Jin, whom went unnoticed. Hwoarang had to chuckle at this; Jin was always blind when it came to womens infatuation with him. He had no idea what they saw in him anyways, he was a pain in the ass, dumb, and definitely not as good looking as he.
It was at that moment that Julia turned her head and met his gaze, and she looked slightly taken aback. Hwoarang managed a weak smile, before lowering his head and taking another chug of beer.
A woman was talking to him, but he didn't seem to care. Usually he'd take the opportunity to pretend to get to know her, then taking her back to his place. But he had no desire to, for his mind was set on one specific person no matter how hard he tried to change that.
Soon enough, the blonde that had been trying to seduce him got fed up with his lack of cooperation and left in a huff, looking for someone else to supply her needs. And it wasnt a second later he felt another presence occupying the empty seat.
He knew it was her once she'd sat down. She always did smell amazing, giving off a beautiful, sweet scent of vanilla and cherries, and pure woman. He loved every last bit of it.
Turning his head to look at her, Hwoarang had to admire her beauty. Her hair was down, almost perfectly straight which was new, and she wore a revealing white tank and tight denim jeans. Her attire sure did show off the perfect amount of golden skin to arouse him.
He hid his high interest with a cocky grin, before lifting the beer to his lips.
"I'm sorry." Julia said sincerely, making Hwoarang almost spit out his entire drink.
"What?" He asked, not quite sure his hearing was correct.
"I said I'm sorry." Julia growled.
He grinned, "That's what I thought you said." She rolled her eyes. "Why are you sorry?" He asked after a long moment of silence.
"For earlier.. at my apartment. I'm sorry. My behavior was childish."
Hwoarang shrugged, "I'm not mad about that. What pisses me off is what the hell are you doing here with them?" He said, motioning to Jin and Steve.
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "What's the matter with them?" She snapped.
"Are you insane? Julia, Steve almost raped you the other night, if you can remember that far back. And Jin? Seriously.. are you purposely trying to tick me off? You know I hate him."
"Since when do the people I hang out with concern you? As far as we're concerned, we're strangers. I dont know you and frankly, I don't know if I even want to with an attitude like that."
She got up swiftly, getting ready to make a quick getaway, when Hwoarang quickly grabbed her arm gently and motioned her to sit down. "Sorry." He muttered.
There was a long, awkward silence between the pair before Hwoarang slid a bottle of beer over to her. She cocked an eyebrow and he smiled, "It sooths the nerves. You don't look in the most splendid mood. You never had alcohol before?"
"Yes." Julia snapped.
"Then whats the problem, sweetheart?"
"You." She muttered, snatched the bottle and added as an afterthought, "And don't call me sweetheart."
Hwoarang smiled cheesily as she chugged the bottle and let out a small burp, her cheeks reddening. "It's cool.. happens all the time."
It had been well over an hour, and too many bottles to count when Julia was drunk as a skunk. She couldn't see straight, she kept giggling like an idiot, and talking very loud.
"I think it's time to take you home, love." Hwoarang said, standing up and placing a wad of money on the counter.
"What? No!" Julia pouted. "I'm having fun! Aren't we having fun?" Julia asked to the empty space beside her, causing a lot of stares. Ling, Steve, and Jin had bailed earlier, not bothering to wait for a drunken Julia.
"Jules, it's getting late. I better take you home."
And without protest, he escorted her out the door, and down the street. Not a block later, Julia ran to the corner and puked. Hwoarang grimaced and picked her up, carrying her the rest of the way to her apartment.
The door was unlocked much to his pleasure, and Hwoarang entered her apartment like a cat, turning on the light. Julia was already passed out in his arms, and he wasn't sure he wanted her to stay alone tonight. She was a complete mess.
Hwoarang pulled back the silk covers to her bed and lay her down gently, covering her up. He searched the kitchen for a bucket in case she had to throw up, and sat it beside her bed.
Sitting down on the sofa, he lay in the dark comfortably, the only sound being the light snoring of Julia in her bed. He groaned, flipped on his stomach and tried to ignore the fact that there was a beautiful woman laying in bed not a yard away from him.
The night seemed to pass by quickly and soon enough Hwoarang awoke, in the same position he had fell asleep in. His neck hurt like hell from the position he slept in and his hair was sticking straight up. He really needed a haircut.
He ran his fingers through his hair to remove the tangles and searched for some pills to sooth the headache he had, and the headache he knew Julia would have when she woke up.
Grabbing a glass of water, he took the pills and walked over to the bed, gently shaking Julia awake.
She groaned loudly, rolling over and tangling the covers in her legs, burying her head in her mountain of pillows. Hwoarang sighed and slightly shook her awake again, "Julia?" He whispered.
Like lightning, Julia bolted up and stood straight up on her bed, emitting a loud scream of terrifying horror from her lips.
Hwoarang covered his ears at this, "SHUT UP!" He yelled, causing her to stop screaming. "Damn it woman, it's not like I'm some fucking burglar!"
She stood like a statue in her spot, not moving a muscle except from her eyes which would blink every so often. "Julia?" He questioned, wondering if she was even alive.
Suddenly she seemed to melt back down into bed, covering herself up and groaning loudly, "I have the worst headache." She whined. She peeked her head from out of the covers and looked at Hwoarang skeptically, "What are you doing here?"
He raised his eyebrows and hesitantly handed her the glass and pills, wondering if she was going to do something else strange, completely baffling him as always.
"Thanks." She mumbled, quickly downing the pills with water.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" Hwoarang asked her.
She froze suddenly and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, stiff as a board. "You and I... we didn't... you know..." Julia stuttered, making Hwoarang chuckle softly. "Did we?"
Hwoarang could only wish that had happened, but as much as he wanted her, he wasn't a barbarian. He shook his head, "No. You came up to me at the club, got drunk, and passed out and I brought you back to your apartment. Nothing happened."
Julia let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. "Thank god."
Hwoarang raised a brow, "Hey.. I'm not that bad."
Julia chuckled, "I beg to differ."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Hwoarang stood up quickly, hands in the air and a little hurt by her comment. He was great in bed! How dare she blow his ego like that? "I'm frankly hurt that you think so little of my skills, Jules."
And even though he looked stern, she could detect mischief sparkling in his teal orbs and cracked a smile. "Oh no, how dare I deny your excellent bed skills. My deepest apologies."
"That's more like it." Hwoarang settled back on her bed, and a long, comfortable silence ensued. He was liking the peacefulness of it all, until she brought up something he wasn't ready to confront.
"So uh, about the other day.. when you almost kissed me." Julia said a bit uneasily, chewing on her bottom lip.
Hwoarang's eyes shot to hers in panic, not knowing what to say. Why had he done it exactly? He didn't have a straight answer. "What about it?" He asked, a bit surprised by the calmness of his voice that hid his true feelings.
Julia looked at him dumbly, "Um, *why* for starters."
He chuckled in pure discomfort and stood, scratching the back of his neck nervously which was a habit Julia couldn't help but find adorable. He paced back and forth by the bed, not saying a thing. She waited, watching him like a cat, until he stopped and looked at her calmly.
"I don't know why I did it exactly. I guess I must've not been thinking straight. It was wrong of me. It's best if we forget about it."
Those were not the words Julia wanted to hear exactly, and it was bluntly heartbreaking. She hid her sadness with apathy and nodded, "Yeah, I suppose so."
Hwoarang nodded and cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I think I better go. I've been here all night, the gangs probably gonna wonder what happened to me last night."
"Yeah.... see ya then." Julia said absently.
He simply nodded and walked out of the door, just like that. She sighed and lay down, groaning out of self pity and a headache.
Not a minute later, Julia's friend Ling Xiayou entered the apartment clad in a white shirt and black training pants, hair in pigtails. "Hey Jules, just saw Hwoarang leave."
Julia groaned, knowing where Ling was getting at.
Ling bounced over by the bed and smiled excitedly, "What happened last night?" She asked with a nudge.
"Nothing." Julia answered truthfully.
Ling gasped, "Nothing! Bull. I don't believe you Julia Chang. You just don't let any guy in your apartment. Especially one that hott. Something had to happen. You never speak to many guys."
"Gee, thanks Ling." Julia said sarcastically.
"I'm not saying that you can't get guys. I mean honey, you can get guys. You're hott! You can get any guy you want, you just kinda ignore the opposite sex. What I would do to get that many guys!" She paused.
"Actually I don't want just any guy..."
Julia smiled, "I know Xiayou. You want Jin, don't ya?" She winked at her shocked friend.
"Jules! No I... how did you know?"
Julia rolled her eyes, "Please. I saw you two last night. There was definite droolage."
Ling sighed, "Too bad he doesn't know... I swear the man is as dumb as an ox. He like has no idea I'm madly in love with him."
"Ling, why don't you just tell him?"
"Hey now, when did we start gossiping about my love life when we were talking about yours?! Now, give me all the dirty details." Ling said, grinning widely.
"Xiayou I don't know how many times I have to tell you, nothing happened! I got drunk, made an ass out of myself, passed out and Hwoarang took me home and slept on the couch. End of story."
There was a long silence before Xiayou smiled, "Awww isn't that the sweetest thing you ever heard? My best friend is in love!"
Julia's mouth dropped, "WHAT?! Where in that sentence did I ever say I loved Hwoarang?"
Ling grinned, "You didn't have to. That dreamy look in your eyes when you said Hwoarang brought you home was enough for me. You're totally in love."
"Am not!"
"Are to."
"Am not!"
"Are to."
Am not!"
"Denial."
Julia growled and stormed off the bed, grabbing some clothes and going into the bathroom. She came out a half hour later, refreshed and grabbed her jacket.
"Whatcha doin'?" Xiayou asked, flipping through the channels absently. "Seriously Jules you need to get some more channels besides these nerdy historical and discovery channels. You're totally missing out on the good stuff. It saddens me."
"Shut up and come on, I'm starving."
"As long as you're buying, I'm game." Xiayou said, jumping up from the couch and following her out in the sunny morning. "You know what I want? Some cinnamon rolls! And some fruit! And some panacakes! And some bacon! And some waffles! Blueberry! And-"
"If you want that much then you're buying it yourself. I think the real question is what happened to you last night? Jin boinked you, didn't he? And got you pregnant?" Julia joked, laughing at Lings shocked expression.
"Julia!" Xiayou gasped. "Where in the world did you get such a dirty mind?"
Julia too found herself acting differently. She was more open now, less closed in and for some reason she felt free. And she had a feeling it had to do with a certain red haired pain in the ass. Or so she says.
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A/N: Sorry this took me so long. I was updating another story of mine and got side-tracked. Anyways hope this was okay, kinda got stumped on this chapter so I don't know how good it turned out... And I was checking out this pic of Hwoarang and it looked like his eyes were a teal color, I could have sworn they were brown *shrug* Its arguable... Anywho how about you leave me some feedback, eh? ;) Thanks for all your wonderful reviews thus far. Lyrics are from "All of Us" by Blindside.
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As soon as you stepped through my door,
I saw you for the first time all over again.
Time well spent seems lonelier than ever,
like light years ago.
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Hwoarang had no idea why he was here. Well, it wasn't that he disliked drinking per say, but he wasn't feeling up to consuming all that much alcohol tonight. But yet, he found himself walking to the club.
He got a beer, and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke at the girl sitting beside him. Woman. Whatever. He couldn't really tell what gender the person was exactly, seeing as their face was caked with make-up that made him grimace.
He didn't know how long he'd been there, a half hour maybe longer, but as soon as she stepped through that door, he knew she was here. He didn't know how, but he did.
He turned his head involuntarily to look at the entrance, but what he saw he wasn't expecting to see, and it made him grip the shotglass tightly with anger.
Julia had came alright, with Steve. But that wasn't exactly all. She had also come with Jin.
Steam practically oozed from his ears as he tried to control himself from getting up and kicking the living daylights out of both men for even looking at Julia.
Sure he was being a little unreasonable and frankly, jealous and overprotective. But it just *had* to be the two men he wanted nothing more than to die a painful death. Hwoarang wanted nothing more than to tear Julia away from the two men, drive off somewhere far, far away. Away from Jin, and Steve.
Instead of storming up and beating the shit out of them like his mind was urgently requesting he do, he turned his head, jaw clenched, and downed his bottle of beer, getting another and drinking it in a rhythmic repetition he could continue all night if he so desired.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the trio walk towards the dance floor. Some pop song he had no intention of listening to because it sounded so horrible was playing and they were all dancing to it.
He dared to turn his head, and saw Jin dancing with a girl he knew from the tournament, but never really remembered her name. All he remembered was that she was highly annoying and young.
It soothed him to know that Jin was in fact not here with Julia, but it didn't sooth his nerves when he saw Steve dancing with Julia. What in the hell was she thinking? The man almost raped her for gods sake and now here she was dancing with him? Did she have absolutely no brain whatsoever?
He chortled at the thought, and got another beer. He had no idea how long he had been consuming alcohol when he heard a familiar, gentle laughter to his left.
Julia was sitting at the opposite end of the bar, chatting with the chinese girl that wasn't even paying attention to her, she was busy drooling over Jin, whom went unnoticed. Hwoarang had to chuckle at this; Jin was always blind when it came to womens infatuation with him. He had no idea what they saw in him anyways, he was a pain in the ass, dumb, and definitely not as good looking as he.
It was at that moment that Julia turned her head and met his gaze, and she looked slightly taken aback. Hwoarang managed a weak smile, before lowering his head and taking another chug of beer.
A woman was talking to him, but he didn't seem to care. Usually he'd take the opportunity to pretend to get to know her, then taking her back to his place. But he had no desire to, for his mind was set on one specific person no matter how hard he tried to change that.
Soon enough, the blonde that had been trying to seduce him got fed up with his lack of cooperation and left in a huff, looking for someone else to supply her needs. And it wasnt a second later he felt another presence occupying the empty seat.
He knew it was her once she'd sat down. She always did smell amazing, giving off a beautiful, sweet scent of vanilla and cherries, and pure woman. He loved every last bit of it.
Turning his head to look at her, Hwoarang had to admire her beauty. Her hair was down, almost perfectly straight which was new, and she wore a revealing white tank and tight denim jeans. Her attire sure did show off the perfect amount of golden skin to arouse him.
He hid his high interest with a cocky grin, before lifting the beer to his lips.
"I'm sorry." Julia said sincerely, making Hwoarang almost spit out his entire drink.
"What?" He asked, not quite sure his hearing was correct.
"I said I'm sorry." Julia growled.
He grinned, "That's what I thought you said." She rolled her eyes. "Why are you sorry?" He asked after a long moment of silence.
"For earlier.. at my apartment. I'm sorry. My behavior was childish."
Hwoarang shrugged, "I'm not mad about that. What pisses me off is what the hell are you doing here with them?" He said, motioning to Jin and Steve.
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "What's the matter with them?" She snapped.
"Are you insane? Julia, Steve almost raped you the other night, if you can remember that far back. And Jin? Seriously.. are you purposely trying to tick me off? You know I hate him."
"Since when do the people I hang out with concern you? As far as we're concerned, we're strangers. I dont know you and frankly, I don't know if I even want to with an attitude like that."
She got up swiftly, getting ready to make a quick getaway, when Hwoarang quickly grabbed her arm gently and motioned her to sit down. "Sorry." He muttered.
There was a long, awkward silence between the pair before Hwoarang slid a bottle of beer over to her. She cocked an eyebrow and he smiled, "It sooths the nerves. You don't look in the most splendid mood. You never had alcohol before?"
"Yes." Julia snapped.
"Then whats the problem, sweetheart?"
"You." She muttered, snatched the bottle and added as an afterthought, "And don't call me sweetheart."
Hwoarang smiled cheesily as she chugged the bottle and let out a small burp, her cheeks reddening. "It's cool.. happens all the time."
It had been well over an hour, and too many bottles to count when Julia was drunk as a skunk. She couldn't see straight, she kept giggling like an idiot, and talking very loud.
"I think it's time to take you home, love." Hwoarang said, standing up and placing a wad of money on the counter.
"What? No!" Julia pouted. "I'm having fun! Aren't we having fun?" Julia asked to the empty space beside her, causing a lot of stares. Ling, Steve, and Jin had bailed earlier, not bothering to wait for a drunken Julia.
"Jules, it's getting late. I better take you home."
And without protest, he escorted her out the door, and down the street. Not a block later, Julia ran to the corner and puked. Hwoarang grimaced and picked her up, carrying her the rest of the way to her apartment.
The door was unlocked much to his pleasure, and Hwoarang entered her apartment like a cat, turning on the light. Julia was already passed out in his arms, and he wasn't sure he wanted her to stay alone tonight. She was a complete mess.
Hwoarang pulled back the silk covers to her bed and lay her down gently, covering her up. He searched the kitchen for a bucket in case she had to throw up, and sat it beside her bed.
Sitting down on the sofa, he lay in the dark comfortably, the only sound being the light snoring of Julia in her bed. He groaned, flipped on his stomach and tried to ignore the fact that there was a beautiful woman laying in bed not a yard away from him.
The night seemed to pass by quickly and soon enough Hwoarang awoke, in the same position he had fell asleep in. His neck hurt like hell from the position he slept in and his hair was sticking straight up. He really needed a haircut.
He ran his fingers through his hair to remove the tangles and searched for some pills to sooth the headache he had, and the headache he knew Julia would have when she woke up.
Grabbing a glass of water, he took the pills and walked over to the bed, gently shaking Julia awake.
She groaned loudly, rolling over and tangling the covers in her legs, burying her head in her mountain of pillows. Hwoarang sighed and slightly shook her awake again, "Julia?" He whispered.
Like lightning, Julia bolted up and stood straight up on her bed, emitting a loud scream of terrifying horror from her lips.
Hwoarang covered his ears at this, "SHUT UP!" He yelled, causing her to stop screaming. "Damn it woman, it's not like I'm some fucking burglar!"
She stood like a statue in her spot, not moving a muscle except from her eyes which would blink every so often. "Julia?" He questioned, wondering if she was even alive.
Suddenly she seemed to melt back down into bed, covering herself up and groaning loudly, "I have the worst headache." She whined. She peeked her head from out of the covers and looked at Hwoarang skeptically, "What are you doing here?"
He raised his eyebrows and hesitantly handed her the glass and pills, wondering if she was going to do something else strange, completely baffling him as always.
"Thanks." She mumbled, quickly downing the pills with water.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" Hwoarang asked her.
She froze suddenly and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, stiff as a board. "You and I... we didn't... you know..." Julia stuttered, making Hwoarang chuckle softly. "Did we?"
Hwoarang could only wish that had happened, but as much as he wanted her, he wasn't a barbarian. He shook his head, "No. You came up to me at the club, got drunk, and passed out and I brought you back to your apartment. Nothing happened."
Julia let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. "Thank god."
Hwoarang raised a brow, "Hey.. I'm not that bad."
Julia chuckled, "I beg to differ."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Hwoarang stood up quickly, hands in the air and a little hurt by her comment. He was great in bed! How dare she blow his ego like that? "I'm frankly hurt that you think so little of my skills, Jules."
And even though he looked stern, she could detect mischief sparkling in his teal orbs and cracked a smile. "Oh no, how dare I deny your excellent bed skills. My deepest apologies."
"That's more like it." Hwoarang settled back on her bed, and a long, comfortable silence ensued. He was liking the peacefulness of it all, until she brought up something he wasn't ready to confront.
"So uh, about the other day.. when you almost kissed me." Julia said a bit uneasily, chewing on her bottom lip.
Hwoarang's eyes shot to hers in panic, not knowing what to say. Why had he done it exactly? He didn't have a straight answer. "What about it?" He asked, a bit surprised by the calmness of his voice that hid his true feelings.
Julia looked at him dumbly, "Um, *why* for starters."
He chuckled in pure discomfort and stood, scratching the back of his neck nervously which was a habit Julia couldn't help but find adorable. He paced back and forth by the bed, not saying a thing. She waited, watching him like a cat, until he stopped and looked at her calmly.
"I don't know why I did it exactly. I guess I must've not been thinking straight. It was wrong of me. It's best if we forget about it."
Those were not the words Julia wanted to hear exactly, and it was bluntly heartbreaking. She hid her sadness with apathy and nodded, "Yeah, I suppose so."
Hwoarang nodded and cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I think I better go. I've been here all night, the gangs probably gonna wonder what happened to me last night."
"Yeah.... see ya then." Julia said absently.
He simply nodded and walked out of the door, just like that. She sighed and lay down, groaning out of self pity and a headache.
Not a minute later, Julia's friend Ling Xiayou entered the apartment clad in a white shirt and black training pants, hair in pigtails. "Hey Jules, just saw Hwoarang leave."
Julia groaned, knowing where Ling was getting at.
Ling bounced over by the bed and smiled excitedly, "What happened last night?" She asked with a nudge.
"Nothing." Julia answered truthfully.
Ling gasped, "Nothing! Bull. I don't believe you Julia Chang. You just don't let any guy in your apartment. Especially one that hott. Something had to happen. You never speak to many guys."
"Gee, thanks Ling." Julia said sarcastically.
"I'm not saying that you can't get guys. I mean honey, you can get guys. You're hott! You can get any guy you want, you just kinda ignore the opposite sex. What I would do to get that many guys!" She paused.
"Actually I don't want just any guy..."
Julia smiled, "I know Xiayou. You want Jin, don't ya?" She winked at her shocked friend.
"Jules! No I... how did you know?"
Julia rolled her eyes, "Please. I saw you two last night. There was definite droolage."
Ling sighed, "Too bad he doesn't know... I swear the man is as dumb as an ox. He like has no idea I'm madly in love with him."
"Ling, why don't you just tell him?"
"Hey now, when did we start gossiping about my love life when we were talking about yours?! Now, give me all the dirty details." Ling said, grinning widely.
"Xiayou I don't know how many times I have to tell you, nothing happened! I got drunk, made an ass out of myself, passed out and Hwoarang took me home and slept on the couch. End of story."
There was a long silence before Xiayou smiled, "Awww isn't that the sweetest thing you ever heard? My best friend is in love!"
Julia's mouth dropped, "WHAT?! Where in that sentence did I ever say I loved Hwoarang?"
Ling grinned, "You didn't have to. That dreamy look in your eyes when you said Hwoarang brought you home was enough for me. You're totally in love."
"Am not!"
"Are to."
"Am not!"
"Are to."
Am not!"
"Denial."
Julia growled and stormed off the bed, grabbing some clothes and going into the bathroom. She came out a half hour later, refreshed and grabbed her jacket.
"Whatcha doin'?" Xiayou asked, flipping through the channels absently. "Seriously Jules you need to get some more channels besides these nerdy historical and discovery channels. You're totally missing out on the good stuff. It saddens me."
"Shut up and come on, I'm starving."
"As long as you're buying, I'm game." Xiayou said, jumping up from the couch and following her out in the sunny morning. "You know what I want? Some cinnamon rolls! And some fruit! And some panacakes! And some bacon! And some waffles! Blueberry! And-"
"If you want that much then you're buying it yourself. I think the real question is what happened to you last night? Jin boinked you, didn't he? And got you pregnant?" Julia joked, laughing at Lings shocked expression.
"Julia!" Xiayou gasped. "Where in the world did you get such a dirty mind?"
Julia too found herself acting differently. She was more open now, less closed in and for some reason she felt free. And she had a feeling it had to do with a certain red haired pain in the ass. Or so she says.
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A/N: Sorry this took me so long. I was updating another story of mine and got side-tracked. Anyways hope this was okay, kinda got stumped on this chapter so I don't know how good it turned out... And I was checking out this pic of Hwoarang and it looked like his eyes were a teal color, I could have sworn they were brown *shrug* Its arguable... Anywho how about you leave me some feedback, eh? ;) Thanks for all your wonderful reviews thus far. Lyrics are from "All of Us" by Blindside.