“Jaejoong would never do that me, Yunho.”

“It’s better just to believe it now. Don’t you think it’s weird that suddenly, a model comes up to you and starts to act interested in you? Don’t you think it’s strange that your relationship is developing so fast? You barely know each other at all, and you’re already so close to each other. Don’t you think he’s just using you? Why would he care about a normal girl like you?”

Why would he care about a normal girl like you?

“Why wouldn’t he? And it’s not like we didn’t have a past together-” But as I said those words, I knew that what he said was all true. Jaejoong might be a trainee, but he was extremely wealthy, and already quite renowned in the modelling industry. Why would he care about me? Why should I be more important to him than anyone else?

“That was years ago. Who cares about it anymore? Just throw those memories away, like we did with dad and mom. If you don’t think about it, it’s better for everyone. If you don’t-”

“Jung Yunho, how were you raised? How can you just run away from your problems? Is that why you haven’t been talking about the incident with me? You didn’t do this to my face. The accident could have happened to anyone, and it happened to us that day. Why did you have to burden yourself by putting the blame on your shoulders? It was just as much as your fault than anyone else’s.”

Yunho snarled bitterly. “It was all my fault. I was driving.”

“The roads were slick-” I argued, but he interrupted me, refusing to hear that it wasn't his fault.

“I don’t want another accident to happen again, ______. I wouldn’t be able to bear it. And I think that Jaejoong’s going to cause the next accident.”

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Angrily, I’d pushed Yunho out of the suite, and he left, almost stumbling on both legs. I worriedly watched him leave, and made sure that he had entered his room before I closed the door. However, it didn’t change things- we both knew that though he was intoxicated, and though he was drunk, he wasn’t drunk enough as to not be sincere while he was talking. We both knew that he was being serious, and that he really meant his words. And that was what had scared me the most. 

Suddenly, I didn’t want to leave Jaejoong.

It was funny how I’d just met him weeks ago, but I’d suddenly become so attached to him. Whenever I thought of him, I didn’t think of a jerk anymore. I thought of someone who liked me for who I was and not for what I looked like. When I was around him, I didn’t feel like I would have to worry about a bad haircut, because it wouldn’t affect the like he had for me. I didn’t have to hide my face, because he’d seen all of it already, and he acted like it wasn’t even there.

He treated me like a real human being.

He’d given me what I’d wanted ever since the car crash-he was attentive towards me, even though I wasn’t a pretty sight. Sighing, I touched his hands, his beautiful, perfect piano hands, and I held on to them. At my touch, his face crinkled, and then relaxed. He looked like he was in a deep dream, and I smiled. Gently brushing his bangs away from his forehead, I leaned down and kissed him.

And then he started to speak.

“Father.”

I’d thought he’d woken up, but his eyes were still closed, and his breathing shallow. He seemed to be sleep-talking, and I sat down on the bed, listening intently. I felt like I was intruding into his privacy, but I wanted to hear what he was going to say.

“Of all people, why her? Why do I have to betray ________? Father, why did you make me do this? I’m going to hurt her.

Badly.”

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