Hi again. Either its just me or my story is picking up rather slowly because so far I've written four chapters and almost no one has noticed! I'm guessing its just me, due to the fact that my other fanfics are still being reviewed graciously; even though their over two years old. I keep trying to keep up the confidence that maybe I'm just updating the story too fast, or maybe its just that not so many people in America has heard of the novel Kill Me Kiss Me. Either way I really want to finish this story, and I'll do it wether anyone reads it or not! (Maybe it can be my personal trophy or something. hehe.)

Here we go!

Damn it. I hate mornings. Thats why I always keep the fucking blinds shut. I woke up in a more grumpy manner than usual today. It probably had to do with the fact that I had a hang over from drinking myself to sleep last night. Oh well. Cant do anything about that now. Its not like I could get room service to make me a bloody mary. Or could I...?

"Ghoon Hahm? You're awake on time this morning!" Que Min peakedin from the door. I couldn't answer back, thanks to my pounding skull. I made an attempt to shoo her away with my hand instead.

"Look you shitface! I try to act civilized to you for one day and you just blow me off?! Go fuck yourself!" With that she stomped back into the living room, grumbling the whole way. I chuckled.

'She has a quick temper. Shes so cute when shes mad.' From the couple of seconds she stood in the door way I noted everything she was wearing. A tight white wife beater that came to her lower tummy with blue jeans. She even put forth an effort to make them sag. Her was down again, but this time a white DG hat was on the top of it, slanted to the side. And yet still is was the sexiest tomboy I ever seen in my life.

I figured a cold shower would take an edge of the top of my shitty mood. It did me some good, while it caused problems for the other parts of me that had been neglected. I havent had any in some time now, and its not like a man to go with out it so long. I woulda stashed my playboy penthouse collection in one of my bags if I was there were gonna be no security checks. Turns out there were, and minors werent allowed porn. Hell minors arent allowed cigarettes either. I nearly had a nicotine attack just trying to fly here.

I peaked my head out of the shower to see if the door was locked. My glasses werent on, so I couldn't see much; just took it for granted. 'Now lets see, something to think of..' Well that was a no brainer. Around this time last year I had went to the beach with my gang looking for a asshole who owed me money. We kinda split into threes, but while we posted up waiting for him I had my first full glimspe of Que Min. She was wearing a pink and yellow bikini and was with her brother in the water. Her hair was in two pigtails and her nipples were erect from the cool water. She had the most toned body I'd ever seen. The top of her bikini was tied around her neck so her back was completely exposed. I could see every inch of her I wanted to, and imagined the rest to myself. I knew for a fact that I'd never get to see a more perfect body in person. Thats why I always wondered why she covered it up so much. She had me so hard on the beach that day I had to run to the nearst bathroom to jack it out.

Thats when I believe I started feeling her up every chance I had. When ever I knew I could find her alone somewhere I'd harass her, while also getting my fair share of handfuls of her body. It always did me justice later, whether I fucking another or not. I never kept after the first hit anyway, so even if I did happen to slip out and call her Que Min it made me no big deal. I also made sure to never fuck the girls at my own school. They talk too much. My cover would be blown.

In the midst of dreaming of Que Min in her lingerie I imagined her coming into my room and jumping in the shower with me. I would love to see that body again. Pressing her up against the wall and pounding it in her while she moaned out my name.. Since she liked being man handled so much maybe she'd me telling her what to do while we were at it. My mind raced back to just the night before when she was on the couch. For a second it seemed as if she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. One more second and I would have found out if it wasn't for that pussy Jung Woo.

Better stop thinking about him right now, because its not the time. With each thought of Que Min in exotic or exposed way I began to jerk harder and faster. A dirty thought crossed my mind of Que Min on her knees with me on the bed. That did it. Before I could even imagine what happened next I came to ecstasy. I waited for it to all drip out of me before I let go of it and let it slump return to its original size. 'Feelin better already.' I thought to myself as I slid back the shower door to get out. But no soon as I reached out for my towel I slammed the shower door back shut. Jung Woo was busy in the mirror brushing his teeth.

"You fucking faggot! What te hell are you doing in here?!"

"The door wasn't locked, and I had to brush my teeth."

"Could you have waited til I got the hell out?!"

"I was going to, but I thought you'd never finish. You've been in here an hour."

I gave it some thought before I asked. "..How long where you in here, anyway?"

"Long enough."

"Long enough what?!"

"...Long enough." He continued to brush in silence for a minute. "Its not my business anyway. What you do. So I dont care."

"Dont care?!" I nearly yelled at him, "If you knew what I was DOING in here, why didn't you're fruity ass get out?!"

"I just wanted to brush my teeth, thats all." Jung Woo turned to walk out the door, and then stopped. "Its storming out side. Our trip today has been cancelled. Mr. Tanaka said to stay in the suites until he can figure out a indoor activity."

"GET THE HELL OUT!"

I swear i'm gonna kick Jung Woo's ass the minute we get off that plane back at home.

(Mr. Tanaka's Side Note: Rule number 4910: No fighting! The first person to result in a fight gets their whole group sent home on early dismissal!)

I put on my black shirt with blue jeans and laid back on my bed. I finally decided to open those damn curtains. I could see the rain pouring down the window. I didn't want to watch any TV, and since that was all you could do here, I was basically screwed.

Before I even considered going back to sleep while waiting around to die Jung Woo tapped the door to let me know we were wanted down in the main lobby. Dammit. I cant believe that old bastard Tanaka actually thought of something to do. I gave my self a couple more minutes of alone time before deciding to go along. Everyone had already left me behind anyway.

The ancient little bald man decided it was a good idea for us to watch a Chinese artifact movie and take notes. I got my usual seat in the back and slacked the entire time. For some damn reason or another Jung Woo thought it was a good idea to follow me around. While he took notes I looked over from time to time at Que Min and her friends. She seemed really happy when she was with them. She still had on that ridiculous hat, but anything she wore she looked good in it. I managed to pass the time by focusing on her.

We finally got dismissed to our rooms. I was hungery as hell and decided to order some chinese on room service. For some reason I didn't really feel like being bothered, so I went back to my room to lay alone in the dark. I heard the doorbell when the food arrived, but I still lay there to myself. For a second I thought about my parents. Not that my mother coulda cared less if I was gone outta the country. She was never my real mother anyway. Thats why she wanted me gone. Thats why my father was forced to throw me in a one-bedroom shack of an apartment for the past eleven years. She didn't want me to fit in her perfect little family. She hated it when people used to say "He looks just like you!" to her in grocery stores or to parties, where ever she was forced to carry me. That old bitch of a women would smile, and often take the comment, but deep down she hated it. She hated me.

For no reason, she hated me...

So I hated her back. I never had a real mom before. Mine passed away at childbirth. My father explained to me that she was already really sick upon having me and the doctors warned her it would be fatal. But she chose to have me. She chose my life over her own. The only rexplanation for why she made the choice she made, my father told me, was because she would rather sacrifice an old life like hers anytime for a new one; for a new life to begin. That never made me feel better whenever he told me that story on Mother's Day or only other holiday. It only made me feel worse.

She died for me...

As soon as my mother passed her family immediately took care of the burial. That was the last my father had ever heard of them. They even blamed me for her death. They didn't even care to visit her only son; to even call him with a hello or happy birthday. My longing for a mother grew as a child, so I tried to fill my empty hole with the life of the streets. Looking at other families and all the love they had for each other filled me with hate, even though my father was pulling two jobs just to take care of me. I was always a problem child; I knew that. Yet he was always there trying to help me; trying to fix me. Thats when he landed a big time promotion and didn't have to work two jobs anymore. Thats when he could afford to have a life.

Thats when he met that slut of a woman, and tried to make her my mother...

But I wouldn't accept that. And she wouldn't accept me. When it was just me and my dad he would over look the things I did; he would bypass the comments made about me from his neighbors and friends. But when she came along, all had changed. She was embarrassed, she said. It wasn't the way a stable boy was supposed to act, she said. And finally when she got pregnant she convinced my father that I was 'bad' for the family. She convinced him to throw me out. But she didn't know (or didn't expect) him to still try to help me.

Try to fix me.. like a broken toy..

I heard a soft tap on the door. Jung Woo was so damn feminine I couldn't tell if it was him or one of those other damn girls.

"What?"

"Your foods here," With that, Que Min let herself in, shutting the door back.

"I know. You come to play a little while?" I sat up in the dark so that she could see where I was.

"Fuck off." That was the last thing she said before starting up again. "So.. I never quite got.. why you came here in the first place.."

"Hmm. You really wanna know?" I laid back down. She was no fun at all, even when the opportunity knocked.

"Well... Yeah. I-- I mean those damn finals were a bitch! And that essay! I think I practically spent twenty three of twenty four hours a day just trying to get prepared for all of that stuff! And yet you got in with out a sweat. How'd you do it? Why'd you do it? It's not like you, you have to admit that."

Now she was just spittin stuff out. I laughed. Was she trying to get me now? Trying to understand who I was? Tuff. One thing I learned was that no one could do that.

"Whats so funny? Am I amusing you?!"

"Calm down, beautiful. Don't take me lightly." I heaved a sigh like I was about to let a load off of my chest or something.

"Its no big deal. I just paid that geek Jexter to do my work for me. He said he didn't wanna go anyway, so its not like I ripped him off."

(Author's Side Note: Yes, I know. Jexter is the lamest name I could have ever came up with. But common, when youre just flowing with the writing do you really wanna stop for like fifteen minutes just to think up a two word name so it can match everyone else's in the story?)

"But why.. You dont even look interested on half the trips we went on so far. You never even stayed awake in History class! So why choose a trip for the next three months thats totally based on History? Why go through all the trouble? You seem like you'd have been better off still in Korea."

"Maybe.. maybe not."

She sounded like she was getting aggravated. Shes so short tempered.

"Whatever. I dont know why I even wasted my time on you. I cant even stand you, for crying out loud!"

"Really.. Tell me something I dont know, then." There was that akward silence. It kinda surprised me that she stayed in the room, as if she was waiting for me to say something to her. Usually she just stomps out after she well and ticked enough. Finally she made a stressful sigh and paced towards the door.

"I came for you, you know." I said it loud and clear, not caring whether she took it as a harsh joke or tried to figure out if it were true. Either way it stopped her dead in her tracks.

"You said you wanted to know. Thats why."

"Your such a fucking dick, Ghoon Hahm!" With that she stomped out and slammed the door shut. I guess she took it as an insult then.

Sorry! I know this chap was a little sloppy but I was being bothered to death while trying to write it. I didn't even have a chance to go over it in my head! But I'll try to do MUCH much better next chap!