His Obsession: Chapter 4

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Like a bad star,
I'm falling faster down to her.
She's the only one who knows
what it is to burn.

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He wanted her.

And she knew it too. He could tell by the way she kept sneaking glances at him through those cute black-rimmed glasses of hers. Like he couldn't tell. He had only been staring at her since she entered...

And now there she sat, like a good little girl, reading her current book quietly. Well, as he liked to think of it, pretending to read. He smiled coyly.

The library was empty, not a soul around, not even the old stuffy librarian who usually was telling him to be quiet. Nope, now was his opportunity. Now it was time for him to show her exactly how much he wanted her. This would be fun.

Without a second thought, he pushed the chair out from the table with grace, standing tall and walking over to her table in a few long strides. His right hand flew out and snatched the book from her hand before she had the time to react. With a disgusted glance at the pages that were the only object between him and her pouty lips, he tossed it aside.

He knew she was nervous, she was trembling all over. And he loved it.

Walking behind her silently, he drank in her sight with his cold teal eyes. His mask covered up his desire for her, but he knew that it couldn't last for long. Standing behind her, he took her hair and pulled it to the side, exposing her neck. Leaning down, he brushed his lips across the curve of her neck, and she shivered involuntarily.

"I will have you." He whispered into her ear, "You will submit to me."

Hwoarang sat up in his bed with a start, a small gasp escaping his lips, the thin sheet falling down to his waist. He blinked and looked around, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark. After he calmed down, he fell back upon the mattress with a sigh, running a hand over his face grimly.

It had only been a dream. One hell of a dream, not that he hadn't experienced it before. He had many dreams of countless women, but not any that had aroused him as much as that one had. And nothing even happened!

What am I turning into? Hwoarang asked himself, groaning as flashes from his dream entered his head. Boy, how he would love to wrap his hands around that sweet little neck of hers and just snap it.. then all of his problems would disappear.

She wasn't even that special, for crying out loud! Sure she was easy on the eyes, and she did have one hell of a figure, and maybe her personality beat out the other hott chicks he'd met, but still.. what exactly was so special about Julia?

It was just in fact that it was Julia he was talking about, he concluded. Everything that made her who she was seemed to attract him like a moth to a flame. And by gods did he ever just want to kiss those pouty lips of hers...

Hwoarang growled as he realized that his thoughts were not helping the current situation at hand, in fact making them even worse. Getting up, he grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom.

"It's time for a cold, cold shower."

Lucifer could rot in hell.

Julia felt miserable, she could murder. Curse the devil whom inflicted this insufferable pain upon her. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't talk, she couldn't taste a damn thing. The flu was an insensitive sickness. She hated it.

I bet it was that good looking guy at the coffee shop that sneezed on me last week, Julia thought morbidly. That bastard.

Anyone that dared to walk into her apartment probably wouldn't find her; for she was knee high in blankets and tissues. Her hair was messy and put atop her head, glasses on, with sweats and a large t-shirt that needed a wash. And she guessed that she probably didn't smell that great, either. She needed to brush her teeth too.

She numbly changed the channel on her television with the remote, landing on a cooking channel that was currently discussing how to make some delicious looking.. something. Who cared? She was starving!

Pushing the blankets off her hesitantly, she was met with cold air and almost yelped. Sitting up, she grabbed her water and put on her slippers, dragging herself to the kitchen lazily. If she were paying attention, she would have heard the apartment door shut.

Hwoarang leaned against the wall, a coy smile threatening to spill upon his stoic expression as he watched Julia lag around the kitchen like she was carrying a load of bricks on her back. He heard her curse under her breath and that was when he had to laugh.

Julia, surprised at the sound of laughter that was most definitely not her own, spun around as quick as she could to search for the intruder. Which happened to be a bad mistake, because a headache soon split afterward.

She groaned, half at the pain in her head, the other at the pain in her ass; though not literally. Currently that position was filled to the egotistical jerk looking at her with all the amusement in the world.

She however, found nothing funny. "What do you want?" Julia muttered, her voice sounding hoarse. She cursed herself and tried clearing her throat, only turning into a full blown coughing fit.

Hwoarang raised an eyebrow at the display, "Got the sniffles, Jules?"

Her only response was a death glare.

He chuckled softly, walking gracefully to her side with a tissue offered to her. She had no idea where he got it, but at the moment she didn't care. She'd be safer off without the stuffy nose. Blowing her nose in an unlady fashion, she handed it back to him a moment later.

Hwoarang grimaced and tossed it in the trash, headed back to her, and promptly put his hand to her forehead. "You're a little too hot, Jules."

Actually, Julia was currently muddled by thoughts that she in fact was not looking hott at all; in fact, probably the complete opposite. She needed a shower immensely, she looked like hell, and she sounded like Darth Vader. Most definitely nothing attractive about that.

"Maybe you should lie down."

What? Oh, he meant hot. Obviously. She mentally smacked herself, before realizing that it wasn't possible to do at the moment.. without dying first. Before she knew what was going on, Hwoarang picked her up bridal style and carried her to her bed.

"I'm beginning to feel like this is going to be a regular routine." Hwoarang drawled, grinning down at her. She narrowed her eyes at him, "You wish, pretty boy. I can walk myself."

Hwoarang let out a noise which could only be described as a snort, "I bet. Now quit being difficult." He set her down on the bed and she immediately curled into a ball and let him tuck her in. Consequences be damned, she was cold and he was pampering. That was all she needed.

Soon he returned with a warm wet cloth and he put it on her forehead, immediately soothing her. Before her eyes drifted off to sleep, she could've sworn she felt fingers running through her hair.

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She blinked.

Twice.... no, three times. And then four. And then she lost count how many times she tried to adjust to the light, only to come to the conclusion that there was in fact no light. Actually, it was rather pitch black. Did she miss something? Was she blind? Was she dead?

Julia...

Oh, was that God? It definitely couldn't be Satan, for the voice was much warmer and much more enticing. Whomever it was, she wanted to have a good look at their face so she could figure out who the heavenly voice belonged to.

"Julia?"

A light came on quickly, making her snap her eyes shut and pull the covers over her eyes protectively. They burned at the sudden intrusion and she wanted to curl into a ball and hide. How dare whomever they were to shine the light in her face so brightly! Even if it was... heaven? What? Since when did heavens include silky sheets and fluffy pillows? And... red hair? Huh?

"Julia, are you awake?"

It was then she realized, as she opened her eyes she spotted the figure of none other than the owner of the heavenly voice. Her eyes widened at the thought, cursing herself for ever thinking anything about this man was heavenly.

"God, I hope not." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes and yawning in a rather cute fashion. Hwoarang couldn't help but grin. "What are you smiling about?"

He only grinned wider. "Did you know this is the second time you've fallen asleep on me? Am I really that dull?" Hwoarang asked, feigning hurt.

Julia rolled her eyes, "What are you talking about?" Sitting up, she swung her feet off the bed and stretched.

"You're pretty sick, Jules. I suggest drinking some of this, and taking a shower."

She eyed him warily, before grabbing the glass and practically downing the contents. Sure, whatever the hell it was didn't taste too good, and she hadn't the mind to wonder if he drugged her or something of the sort, because she was completely parched. And her headache was somehow miraculously gone.

"What are you doing here?" Julia asked slowly.

Hwoarang shrugged, "I came over to see what you'd been up to, and then you got all sick on me and fell asleep." Actually that wasn't the entire truth. He just wanted to see her. "Now go take a shower, you stink."

She stuck her tongue out at him in a very childish manner before dragging her feet toward the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. Even if he was on his best behavior today; she wasn't taking any chances.

Now, Hwoarang wasn't one to take advantage of situations. Wait, rephrase. Hwoarang wasn't one to take advantage of sick people, but when Julia came prancing out in nothing but a short blue robe, dripping wet.. well, he was a single young man. And he wasn't blind, either. It was tempting.

Completely oblivious to his burning gaze, Julia walked aimlessly around the apartment, drying her hair with a towel. "Where is my brush?" She mumbled, opening a drawer and rummaging through it, bending over and showing off an ample amount of leg.

Hwoarang cocked his head to the side and watched her movements like a lifeline, too turned on by now to look away. All he had to do was grab her and yank off the stupid robe that was covering the rest of his view.. and then his other problem would be solved. Uh oh, shes coming this way. Maybe not...

"Have you seen my hair brush?" Julia asked.

Drip.. drip.. drip...

Droplets of water fell off strands of her hair, trailing down her neck, between two mounds that were hidden from his gaze. Two more seconds of this torture and he would explode.

"Hwoarang?" Julia asked worriedly. He wasn't looking too good, kind of pale. Did she make him sick? She mentally scoffed, why should she be worried? She'd love to see him suffer. Still.. he didn't look too good.

He snapped out of his trance at her soft voice, looking up at her face and shaking his head numbly. Really, who gave a flying fuck about a hair brush right now when he had bigger things to worry about? Like for instance, obstructing her view of the growing bulge in his pants. Yes, definitely a problem. She needed to relieve it.

No!!

Hwoarang cursed himself. She didn't need to do anything for him. Except maybe perform a strip tease... or just volunteer to sit on his lap and...

He shook his head quickly, shooting straight into the air and turning his back from her. "I uh, gotta go Julia. I remember I have to do something. Bye."

And he shot toward the door and left before she had the chance to argue. And at the same time, a perky Xiaoyu entered not long later, a puzzled expression on her face. "What was Hwoarang doing here?" She asked, closing the door and turning to face Julia, her expression faltering at the sight of her. "Er... I mean, what were the both of you doing before I got here, hmm?" She asked with a raised brow.

"Nothing!" Julia squeaked, horrified that Xiaoyu would think that something was going on between the two. "Hwoarang came over today and I kind of fell asleep on him, didn't feel too good. So he waited until I was awake and made sure I got better. And then he just kind of left in a hurry..."

Really, why was she getting the impression that something was going on with Hwoarang? Not that it was unusual or anything, she barely knew the guy.

"Julia?" Xiaoyu asked worriedly.

She snapped out of her trance, looking at Ling with a dumb expression on her face. "Huh?"

"I said, Jin called me." A bright smile lit up her face and she continued, "He invited us to go dancing tonight. I think he invited Steve too, but I mean, seeing as you and Hwoarang seem to be spending some time together.." She winked.

Julia scoffed, "Please. After that catastrophe at the club last time, I am not drinking for awhile."

"Who said you have to drink?" Ling stated. "We're just gonna be there to party, is all."

Julia nonetheless found herself shaking her head in disagreement. "Thanks, but I think I'll kick it at the house for tonight. I'm gonna order me a movie, get some Chinese food, and relax."

"Okay, but if you change your mind, you know where I'm at." Xiaoyu said, a little sad that her best friend wouldn't be joining her night of fun. Julia smiled and bid her friend goodbye, before turning around and setting off to her previous task.

"Hn. Wonder what was up with Hwoarang?" She shrugged, and then scowled, "Now where in the hell is that brush?!"

Hwoarang had about enough with his sexual frustration. Which was directed toward one person.

Julia.

It was so aggravating, the feelings she could evoke within him just by smiling, or looking at him, or in his previous case, just by being wet. No other person could do this to him without trying, and he still wasn't quite sure why she could.

Or on second thought, maybe he was. He just wasn't ready to admit it to himself.

He was about ready to just call it a night and go to bed. That, or get himself piss drunk so he couldn't think about any of these stupid thoughts. Coming to the conclusion, he preferred the latter. Besides, he didn't feel quite safe yet to go to sleep. He wasn't sure that he could survive a repeat of his dreams from last night.

Hwoarang was about to get up and fetch himself a beer, when someone knocked on his door unexpectedly. Growling in annoyance and wondering who in the hell it could be, he got off the chair he was sitting in and opened the door.

His eyebrows shot up as he came face to face with one person he wasn't expecting; Nina. Nina Williams. The bitch from hell. Well, hot bitch. But still...

The woman standing tall before him was clad in a pink outfit that showed off an ample amount of chest, drawing his utmost attention. She wore a smile that wasn't too pleasant, and she reeked of perfume that hurt his nose. She slid off her pink sunglasses and grinned at him.

"Hwoarang..." She drawled, stepping into his apartment without asking. Yeah, she hasn't changed.

"Come in... " He said dryly, shutting the door behind him. He turned around to find her sitting comfortably on the chair he had recently been sitting in. "Mind sharing why you're here?"

"Oh you know, I was in town and figured I'd pay an old friend a visit." Nina said whilst inspecting her nails.

"If by friend you mean the guy you pretended to 'love' with and then try to assassinate, well, then it's great to see you too." Hwoarang replied stiffly, heading to the kitchen and pulling out a beer from the fridge. No more than five seconds later he felt long nails prickling into his neck.

"Sorry about that." Nina whispered in his ear. She trailed her nails down his neck to his collar, standing mere centimeters from him. "I was only doing my job, you know."

Hwoarang immediately stiffened.

"Aw, don't be shy." Nina chuckled. "It'll be just like old times."

He turned around, and she let her hand fall off his shoulder. He looked into her eyes, his thoughts wanting him to tell her to go away. To get out of his sight. He didn't like Nina. He never had, she was just a good fuck. Just like every other woman that had ever been a part of his life..

But he hadn't stopped to think about the one name that had been repeating in his head all day.

Fed up with himself, Hwoarang came to a decision; damn the consequences. It would just be one night. What happened to the spontaneous man he had used to be? He had gone a full two weeks without sex, it was unnatural and against all his beliefs.

When he sat his beer on the counter carelessly, Nina grinned smugly and roughly pulled him in for a kiss. He replied instantly, biting down on her lip hard. He dragged her to his bedroom and they landed side by side, clothes being torn off each others bodies.

He hadn't stopped to think about that name. Hadn't stopped to think about who he'd rather be kissing at that moment. Who he'd rather be holding closely to his side. Who he'd rather be standing next to. He hadn't stopped to think about her.

Until it was too late.

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Julia almost weeped in boredom. Why hadn't she went with Xiaoyu to the club? Oh yes, alcohol. Damn the drink that should be forbidden; she hated this.

For the past 2 hours, she had sat there and stared at a TV that was not on. She flipped through the channels carelessly, finding absolutely nothing on. She then turned it off, and cleaned her entire apartment. And then.. then she'd stopped by the library to drop off some overdo books. And after all was done there, she'd sat down on the couch, her mind to preoccupied with her thoughts.

She was half tempted to just get dressed and go over to the club, damn the consequences. Anything was better than this. Anything at all. But she stopped herself from going to the club. Ling was probably having the perfect time with Mr. Perfect and she'd be bored and all alone.

Holding back a sigh, she turned her head to the left and spotted a phone book sitting innocently on her coffee table. Her eyes then traveled to the phone that sat silently on its ringer not far away. It was tempting, really. She bit her lip nervously.

What could be so wrong?

All she had to do, was find his name in the phone book. And if it wasn't in there, then it did her no harm. But if it was indeed there, she could just dial the number and see if he was home. But why on Earth would she want to do that? Surely boredom would not drive her to talk to the one person that drove her mad?

No. Maybe he did get on her nerves more than anyone, but he actually was decent company when he wasn't making fun of her, or taunting her. Which was usually always. But he had been there for her the past few days, and she thought she was seeing a side of him she didn't know was there.

Julia submitted to the urge and grabbed the phone book, flipping through it until she came to his name. Of course, he just had to be in there. She let her eyes scan the information it gave her. Hn. The address said he didn't live very far away. That was interesting.

She grasped the phone and dialed the number in the book. Her throat went dry when it started ringing, so many questions popped in her head that she didn't think about before. What would she say? Would he be there? Would he be busy? Would he not want to talk to her?

Her thoughts were cut off when someone picked up, and she held her breath. But the deep masculine voice that she was accustomed to so often didn't reach her ears. Instead, it sounded oddly like a feminine voice. And familiar.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end said lazily.

"Oh um. Sorry. I think I might have the wrong number." Julia replied hoarsely, praying to the Gods that this was not Hwoarang's number.

"Julia?" The voice on the other end said slowly.

She froze. Who the hell was this? "Yes...."

"What a surprise." They said, sounding not at all surprised. "This is Nina."

"Oh.." Nina? From the tournament? How interesting. Or not. "Well I must have the wrong number then."

"Are you trying to call Hwoarang?" She asked curiously.

"Yes." Julia said. "Is this his number?"

"Yeah. He's in the shower right now, but I'll tell him you called." Nina said.

"Oh, no that's okay. I'll just call later." Julia replied, having absolutely no intentions to actually do that. She said a quick 'Bye' and hung up the phone, sitting it down on the ringer with shaky hands.

She tried to tell herself it was normal for Nina to be there. Maybe they were just friends? Maybe they were more? She strangely hoped they weren't, but wasn't sure why.

Or maybe she did, she just didn't want to admit it to herself.

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Nina hung up the phone with an evil grin on her face. She put on her boots and stood just as Hwoarang came out of the bathroom in a towel wrapped around his waist. She shamelessly looked him over.

"Who called?" Hwoarang asked, going through his drawers for something to wear.

"Julia Chang." Nina said, delighted at the sight of him stiffening visibly. "Mind telling me whats the deal with you two? She sounded awfully upset when I talked to her."

Hwoarang turned around slowly, his red locks dripping wet, his teal eyes now cloudy and torn. "What did you say to her?"

Nina winked, "I gotta get going, babe. It was nice seeing you again. I'll give you a call some other time." She headed out the door and paused with her hand on the doorknob. "And if I might add, let her go. You don't deserve her."

The apartment was stiffly silent, the air was thick with it. Hwoarang stood unmoving, his thoughts still processing. He knew Nina, he knew how manipulating she could be and he just wondered what she'd told Julia.

It wasn't until now that he thought of what his consequences would be. And he hated himself for it.

A/N: ::ducks objects being thrown at her:: I know I've been away for awhile, and this non-happy and crappy chapter isn't the best way to state my return. I know some of you might absolutely hate me after you read this chapter. But I kid you not, this is still J/H fic. Sorry if I busted your happy bubble this chapter. If you guys are that disappointed, I might just throw in some hot steamy Jul/Hwo sex next chapter. Actually that probably wont happen. Stop thinking dirty. Perverts.

Angst will be coming up of course. I'm extremely sorry for the long wait. I've been so busy you would not believe. I gave birth to my first child last month and I've been busy with that and now I'm just trying to catch up on college. Hopefully you're all still reading, I hope to not leave you waiting as long next time. Thank you so much for all the encouraging reviews. Keep them coming! :)

-Kris