I was at a club, where no Koreans were allowed.  I was wearing a white dress and a black mask.  I was selected to dance on stage with the club’s best dancers.  I reluctantly went up on stage to dance.  My dance partner was wearing a black collared long sleeved shirt, and black pants with a white tie and white mask.  He had blond hair.

“Can I have your name?”  He asked as he gently took my waist.  “Miki.  You?”  I asked placing my hands on his shoulders.  “Hero.”  He whispered into my ear.

After dancing I left the stage and club.  I didn’t realize that my heart necklace that was half black and half white fell off my neck.  He picked it up and looked up to return it to me but I was gone.

The next week I returned to the club wearing the same outfit.  The first thing I did was go up to one of the bartenders and asked if anyone had found a heart shaped necklace.  He looked up at me and told me to describe my necklace.  I did as I was told and describe my necklace.   He looked up at me and said “We have your necklace.  Go up the stairs and into the VIP room.  You can get it there.”

I walked up the stairs as I walked up I could hear clubbing music and see the other clubbers dancing.  I opened the door to the slightly darkened VIP room.  I saw the dancer that I had been partnered up with to dance on the stage from a week earlier, Hero.

I walked up to him and asked if he had my necklace.  He nodded and walked behind me.  He put the chain around my neck and walked in front of me.  He fixed my necklace so it was positioned perfectly around my neck.

“Thank you.”  I said then turned to leave but he grabbed on to my hand, preventing me from leaving.  He turned me back around so I faced him.  He took of my mask revealing my face.

I reached up to take his mask off, but he turned around.  I walked around to face him.  I tilted his chin up and reached for the mask again.  As soon as I took off the mask he looked down to the side.  I touched his face and gently turned it towards me. 

I saw his face clearly.  His facial expression showed a worried, yet hopeful, yet sad expression.  He was Korean and Koreans were not allowed in this club.

His eyes searched mine to see my reaction.  He slowly came towards me and kissed my lips.  He broke the kiss after a moment and looked at me.  I leaned in and kissed his again, this time his tongue began to explore my mouth.

He slowly led me to the couch and pushed me on to it.  He sat next to me and continued to kiss explore my mouth.  He slowly trailed kisses down my neck as I played with his hair.

After what seemed like hours he pulled away from me.  He laid my head down on his shoulder.  “Hero,” I called him.  “Hmm.”  He said looking at me.  “What’s your real name?”  I asked.  He looked at me with worry.  “… Kim Jaejoong.”  He said looking down at the floor after thinking a while.  “Jaejoong oppa,” I cuddled up to him and said with the little Korean I knew.  “Don’t worry I won’t leave you just because you’re Korean.”  I said then kissed his lips.

Jaejoong looked shocked at first but his expression was soon over taken with joy.  He deeply kissed me.  He pushed me down and got on top of me and continued to kiss me.

Jaejoong broke apart for a moment and said, “I don’t care if this love is forbidden.  I can’t let you go.  I need you.  I… Love you.”  He resumed kissing me and eventually made love to me.