Haerin POV (This part is a continuation of chapter 5, if you're confused)

"Why?" I stuttered, scared to death...of him. 

"Because if I were to take care of you, I need to know you, right?"

"You could've just asked." I began to stumble backwards, afraid of what other pictures I could find.

"It's not like you were going to answer if I did." He had a point. I don't even know why I'm being this nice to him.

"I'm hungry." I lied, hoping my lame excuse could get me some time to myself.

"Okay, I'll be back." His expression hardened, "Try to run away, and I'll hurt you." I gulped, but nodded carefully.

Now...how can I get out of here? 

He needs to be gone long enough for me to run away.

If he can't even trust me to walk away from him for just a couple of seconds, how much more him leaving me for hours?

"Haerin, foods ready." Jaejoong called. I headed to the kitchen to find a hot bowl of ramen. I never noticed how hungry I was till now...

I sat down, grabbing a forful of noodles, plopping it into my mouth and spitting it back out. Jaejoong chuckled.

"Hot?" I nodded, sticking my tongue out. Jaejoong got up, handing me a cup full of ice, "Here, eat some." 

I looked up and softened seeing his worried expression.

"Thanks." I whispered. He sat beside me just staring. Being the glamour girl I am, I unconsiously my hair. He pulled my hand away.

"Stop, you're beautiful how you are." I felt my cheeks get warm. Why am I blushing? I can't like him! I CAN'T like him. Are you forgetting what he's done to you? I screamed in my head, rambling into my own reviere. My thoughts paused when I felt a shadow linger over me and a soft pair of lips cover my own. I looked up to see Jaejoong kissing me.

Before I could pull away, he wrapped his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer, automatically deepening the kiss.

"Jaejoong, get off!" I muttered through the kiss, trying to pull away.

"Get used to it, sweetie." Jaejoong smirked as I wiped my lips in disgust. 

"Wait for me in the living room, I need to clean wash these." He picked up the dishes after I had finished the food. I got up, rolling my eyes. I walked to the living room, having my attention captured by a silver box under the TV shelf. I looked to Jaejoong who was silently humming, washing the dishes. I quickly scurried to the box and opened it. 

"Wah," I gasped, seeing a small faded photobook. I flipped to the first page. There was a picture of a little newborn

'It's only day one and I can already imagine all the tings we'd do in the future.'

I turned to the next page.

'Thank the Lord that we made it to his birthday, he still looks as beautiful as ever' 

I grew distracted by the hand-written captions.

'Still smiling even though daddy left...I wonder if he knows that...'

'Hard times, yet he still manages to find simple ways to make me smile.'

I turned to the last page. It was a smiling picture of a women that probably had written all the captions. By her features, I knew she was Jaejoong's mother.

'Just a little something for you to remember me by.'

I turned the last page to Jaejoong standing in front of a grave.

'No matter how well our lives seem to be...things happen.'

"Don't cry." I looked up to see Jaejoong kneeling beside me, engulfing me in his arms.

"I d-didn't know." I stuttered. Maybe he isn't as bad as I think he is...

"I know, that just means we have alot to learn about each other, well on your side at least." 

"I'm sorry." I whispered, pulling away to meet his comforting gaze.

"Don't you miss her?"

"I do, but now that you're here, the pain subsided a bit." I softened, taking his face into my hands.

"Smile, your mom would want that." He faintly nodded, putting his hand over mine. By now we were both leaning against the couch, still holding hands. And for some reason...I didn't mind. I wasn't scared.

"Do you want to know what happened?"

"Only if you want to tell me."

There was an abrupt silence before he spoke, "She said she would be back. She said she needed to get one thing. That one thing was supposed to be for my birthday, too."

"What was it?" I asked, leaning my head on his shoulders, burying myself in his arms.

"The ring I gave you." I shot up, facing him, "I can't accept this." I said, shuffling around trying to find it in my pockets, but Jaejoong stopped me, grabbing my wrists.

"Shh, it's okay, it's my pleasure to give it to you." Silence enveloped us, adding to the heavy emotion in the room. Before I knew it, Jaejoong started to lean in. I don't know what happened or why, but I met him halfway. We sat there, our lips ghosting the other, both afraid to move.

This is so wrong, but it feels nice.

I squeezed Jaejoong's hand, as if letting him know its okay, and together our lips slowly moved in sync. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our kiss grew from shy and just testing out the waters, to a passionate one only lovers should share. I felt his tongue brush my lip, but I pulled away.

"I'm n-not rea-" I stuttered, trying to grab at the words that kept flying away from my grasp.

"No, I'm sorry." Jaejoong flushed, and for once...he looked vunerable.

"No, it was nice." MY eyes widened at my own words, covering my mouth. Jaejoong chuckled, prying my hands away and quickly pecking my lips.

"I thought it was nice too." This time, I was the one to peck his lips.

We sat together cuddling and I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up, I was in a bedroom. I looked around seeing I was alone. I also noticed that it was still dark outside. And for some reason, I got that deathly alone feeling deep in the pit of my stomach.

Where's Jaejoong?

I walked out, careful not to make any sounds and spotted Jaejoong on the couch, fast asleep. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding in and made my way over to him. I gazed at this sleeping face, tracing his facial features.

"It's not nice to stare." I gasped, jumping back.

"Sorry," Jaejoong grinned.

"Did I wake you?"

"Nah, its all good, why are you up?"

"I got lonely." I pouted.

"Come here." Jaejoong scooted over, motioning me to lie beside him. I lied down, pulling Jaejoong's arm around me, holding his hand.

"Still lonely?" Jaejoong's breathe tickled the back of my neck.

"No." I beamed, although I knew he couldn't see. I leaned into Jaejoong and couldn't help but feel empty.

I'm cheating on Myungsoo...

My heart twisted in pain and my eyes flickered in realization.

I AM cheating on Myungsoo.

But...why don't I feel as guilty as I'm supposed to be?

Shouldn't I be hating Jaejoong?

He stole me from my family.

I shouldn't be here.

But I couldn't help but wonder....

Do I have feelings for him?

No. This isn't right. Its NOT right. 

I have to get out of here.

I turned a bit to see Jaejoong's side profile and my eyes glistened and my heart sped up. 

I'll get out somehow, but for now....

                    What Myungsoo doesn't know....won't hurt him.

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