CHAPTER 5
"What are you doing here?" Asuka asked, folding her hands over her chest. Her eyes glanced over to the desk chair in her room. A robe was laid across it. She subtly started towards it, keeping eye contact with the Korean man on her bed. Hwoarang chuckled lightly and lifted himself off the bed. He slowly sauntered over to the girl. His eyes scrutinized Asuka's wet, athletic body, watching as a drip of water fell from her hair onto her shoulder and finally finding a place in between her breasts. The urge to touch her was unbearable. "I was hoping we could have that rematch after your lessons, but seeing you like this makes me want to hit something else." he said, a wide grin appearing on his face. "Excuse you?!" Asuka exclaimed, slightly taken aback by the man's words. "You heard me, Kazama."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Asuka," Mr. Kazama called. Asuka was going to reply when Hwoarang put his hand over her mouth and pressed her against the wall, causing a thud. "Are you in there?" Mr. Kazama asked, speaking loudly. Asuka tried pushing Hwoarang away, but he stood firmly in his spot, a mischievous smile on his face. Asuka bit down on Hwoarang's hand and he snatched his hand away, yelping in pain. "Asuka!" Mr. Kazama yelled. "Enough with these games!" Asuka knew that tone meant that her father was coming in. She roughly pushed Hwoarang toward her closet and opened it, prepared to push him in. As her bedroom door slowly opened, Hwoarang yanked her into the closet and slid the door closed, leaving a small crack. By the time Asuka was in the closet, her father's head poked from behind the door. "Asuka?" he called, unsure of what he heard. Mr. Kazama stepped into the room and looked around the room. He had seen wet foot prints on the ground and that the bed's comforter was wrinkled as if someone had been laying in it.
Hwoarang wrapped his arms around Asuka's waist and pulled her body close to his own. "Stop." she whispered, trying to pull one of his hands, Hwoarang put his hand on Asuka's inner thigh and tried to slide it up between her legs. She pressed her thighs tightly together to keep his hand from ascending. The older male lowered his head to Asuka's shoulder and kissed it, making her shrug him away. A small laugh slipped from Hwoarang's mouth and Asuka nudged him lightly. With a smile still plastered on his face, Hwoarang kissed her neck softly and then licked her ear. A shiver shot down her spine and for a moment, her thighs loosened their grip Hwoarang's hand, allowing his hand to proceed its journey up her thigh. Asuka opened her mouth to protest, but before she coulde utter a word, Hwoarang's hand was over her mouth.
Hearing a small noise, Mr. Kazama looked at the closet suspicously. A look of fear came onto Asuka's face. Her father couldn't see her like this, with this man. Asuka grabbed Hwoarang's wrist and tried tugging at, but his strong hand wouldn't budge. She knew Hwoarang was toying with her. She was like a yoyo being thrown toward the ground, ready to crash, and suddenly he pulled back up. Mr. Kazama stared hard at the closet and then turned away. Please, just leave Dad. Asuka thought, still attempting to remove Hwoarang's hand from between her legs. As if reading his daughter's flustered mind, Mr. Kazama left Asuka's room. Once the door closed and her father walked down the stairs, Asuka elbowed Hwoarang in his bruise gut and snatched away from him. She slid the closet door open and quickly went to her drawer to put some pants on. Hwoarang slowly followed behind Asuka, laughing at her actions. Before she spoke, she put a shirt on over her chest and then pulled the towel to the ground. "What the fuck is your deal?" she asked, storming over to Hwoarang, hands in fists. "You should have seen the look on your face, Kazama." Hwoarang said, showing the girl a look of suprise and arousal. As expected, Asuka punched him in his face, causing him to turn his head. Looking back at her with a small smile on his face, Hwoarang wiped his mouth and got close to the angry female, looking at her in an unusual way. "Stop it." Asuka murmured, a pink tint coming on her cheeks. Hwoarang moved a wet strand of hair from Asuka's chin and kissed her lips softly. Holding the back of her neck, Hwoarang pushed her head to his, pressing their lips harder together.
Before Asuka could move away, Hwoarang slowly pulled away from the kiss.
It was silent for a moment. It wasn't an akward silence, but it was so quiet Asuka could hear the sound of her heart beating like a drum. "See ya, Kazama." Hwoarang stated, walking to the bedroom window and climbing out of it. After the man left, Asuka closed the window and locked it. She slowly went to her bed and fell face-first into her pillow, screaming into it. She snapped her head back and stared at the pillow. Putting her nose back onto the pillow, Asuka inhaled deeply. She released the pillow and rolled onto her back.
The damned pillow smelled like him.
A small smile appeared on her lips.