*Jonghyun’s POV*

I slowly lowered my sunglasses to look at Annie lying on the lounge chair next to me. She was wearing a purple bikini and was trying to catch a few rays before the summer was over. We’d been on the small yacht I’d rented for about an hour now, but seasickness finally seemed to be catching up to me.

I got up and leaned over the side of the boat in case my breakfast decided to come back up and say hi. The waves lapped against the boat while we rocked back and forth, making my stomach continue to churn and my face to turn almost a greenish color.

Suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. The person rubbed my upset stomach, helping me to relax a little.

“Is this your first time on a boat?” Annie whispered in my ear.

“Y-yeah,” I groaned.

“Aw, you should’ve told me! I would’ve brought some motion sickness pills. Want me to go see if the captain has some?”

“That would be awesome,” I turned to give her a weak smile, but quickly turned back to the water due to the feeling that I was about to puke.

“I’ll be right back.”

I stood there trying to calm myself down, but the sea had total control over me now. My breakfast finally decided to pay the ocean a visit.

I stood there puking and gagging for about a minute, hoping Annie wouldn’t come back to see me like this. How disgusting would it be to see your boyfriend puking over the side of a boat on your last date? I mean, ewe!

“Aw, Jjongie!”

Suddenly Annie was by my side again. She placed a hand on my back while rubbing my stomach with the other.

I shook my head, “No, I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Don’t be silly. I have to take care of you!”

I had no time to protest as my stomach clenched and I felt another round coming.    

She stood by my side the whole time, comforting me and whispering soothing words in my ear.

When I had finished she left, only to quickly return with a box of tissues. She took out a handful and reached over to wipe my mouth, but I pulled away. I didn’t want her doing that! Aigoo, this was so embarrassing!

“Jjong, let me take care of you!” she demanded.

I immediately stopped and let her wipe my mouth.

“I’m so sorry about this,” I said, turning to face her when I was done. “This was supposed to be our amazing last date and I’ve ruined it-,”

“Shut up and take this,” she said, picking up a pill and glass over water from the side table by the lounge chairs. “It’ll help your stomach.”

I did as she said, watching her the whole time.

“How do you feel?” she asked after she’d helped me lay down on one of the lounge chairs.

“I feel better,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

“Good.” I could feel her presence as she pulled a deck chair over and sat down next to me. Her hand softly caressed my cheek, helping me to relax even more. I opened my eyes to see her smiling down at me.

“What?” I asked with a stupid smile that I couldn’t help.

“You’re just so precious.”

Her words surprised me, but I didn’t have time to answer before she leaned down and kissed my forehead.

“It feels like you’re the one leading the date I had planned,” I laughed.

She giggled as well, sending my head into a spin. “We see who wears the pants in the relationship.”

“What does that mean?” I asked in confusion. My English was much better now, but I still didn’t understand a lot of the saying and jokes.

“Nothing,” she smiled.

“Let me sing to you,” I said after a moment of silence. I motioned for her to come sit on the lounge chair with me and she did so. I wrapped my arms around her and began so sing, brushing my hand across her smooth stomach.

(This is the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zd-165fsPbQ).

*Annie’s POV*

“Notting better, notting better… den you,” his accent was so adorable which made the song even lovelier.

“That was beautiful Jjong,” I whispered when he had finished.

“I meant it too,” he whispered back, giving me a soft kiss on the neck.

“You know,” I said softly, turning to face him. “This date hasn’t been all that bad. In fact, I don’t think I could’ve asked for a better last date.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Then you were just singing that.”

“Touché.”

“Wow you’re learning! I’m impressed.”

We were face to face now, staring deep into the other’s eyes.

“Well, I had a great teacher,” he smirked.

He was about to plant his lips on mine when I stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in concern.

“You just puked honey. We’ll kiss after you brush your teeth,” I said, patting him on the chest. He just blushed while I kissed his cheek, then snuggled close against his warm body.