"I think you'll need these more than I will." He smiled and pushed his wet hair back with the hand that once held Julia's unmentionables. As her face slowly returned to his nautral color, she looked down the hallway, refusing to look back at him, but Hwoarang never took his eyes from her. When she was finally not embarassed anymore, she looked back up at him.
"So where's the rest of it?" Hwoarang moved to the side, allowing her to see into his room, and onto the bed where the bag lay, from view, undisturbed.. She cleared her throat and walked past him into the room, to the bed.
"You know, if you hadnt have been in such a rush, this would'nt have happened." As Julia zipped her bag, she turned her head back.
"So I take it that youre the always right type?" She rolled her eyes as she spoke, but he had no facial reaction.
"Only when it's proven." He spoke, as tightened the twoel that was around his waist. Julia hoisted the bag onto her shoulder again, and showed a bit of strain under the weight. "What in the hell do you have in this thing anyway?" Again, he took the bag from her. Immediately, she reached, and attempted to take it back.
"Nothing of your concern. Now please give me my bag. What makes you think i'll let you carry it now if I didnt earlier?"
"Because you dont look like the stupid kind. If something is beyond the reaches of what you can handle, you dont seem like the type to-"
"The type to try?" She snapped at him and quickly kicked him in the shin so that he dropped her bag to the floor. Hwoarang gritted his teeth as pain rang through his leg for a moment..
"Thats not what I meant."
"Such rash assumptions for someone who doesnt even know my name."
"Then tell me." He leaned forward, closer to her face. For a moment, she glanced into his eyes, and no words came to her.
"Julia." She spoke calmly as Hwoarang slipped his hand underneath the shoulder strap of the bag, across her skin. Goosebumps formed along her arm, but she quickly disregarded the reaction. She knew what he was doing, but this time, she did not protest.
"My name is Hwoarang." She nodded, feeling somewhat guilty for having been rude, although he should have felt the same in her opinion. "What room are you staying in?"
"Well since you arent giving me my bag, I'll just show you." She smiled a bit. "But um...you might wanna get dressed." He shrugged. "Alright then. Your choice." She raised, and then let her shoulders fall, attempting to keep her eyes ahead, at the level of his shoulders as he walked in front of her.
As he walked ahead of her, at a pace faster than she was used to, she ran her deep red fingernails across her scalp. After she pushed back her hair, she ran to meet him.
"So whats your story anyway?" He glanced down at his left side to see her there, walking fast in order to keep up with Hwoarang. He slowed his pace.
"Story of what?"
"Why are you here?"
"For fun." He smirked as Julia played with the ends of her hair with her right hand.
"Hard to believe. Everyones got a reason.."
"Maybe I dont." He smiled at her as they both came to a stop. She had reached for the handle of the door before them, at the very end of the hallway where she roomed. Realizing she might have walked over a broken bridge, she nodded.
"Well...thank you for carrying my bag." Julia reached forward and he handed the blue duffle bag to her.
"And she actually says thank you." He whispered in a cocky manner, looking back as though he were talking to someone, yet no one was there at all.
"Hey, who said I was impolite?" Hwoarang shrugged and reached down, keeping his towel from falling.
"I'll see you later...Julia." He winked, and she nodded, biting her bottom lip. Watching as he walked back down the hallway, her eyes scanned his body, and she blushed again, turning quickly to her partially open door.
