“Chelsea?” I called out as I stepped into my house, closing the door behind me.
No lights were . Was Chelsea not back yet?
As if to prove me wrong, I heard a sniffle, coming from…upstairs.
I panicked.
Has something happened to Chelsea? Was she crying?
I threw the key onto the coffee table roughly, taking two steps at a time up the staircase.
“Chelsea.” I cried, barging into her room immediately.
The scene that unfolded in front of my eyes was certainly unexpected. Then again, I didn’t know what I had been expecting.
“Yah! Kim Jaejoong, why don’t you have the courtesy to knock before coming in?” Chelsea chided as she looked up from what she was reading.
“I…I…I was…” I was worried…?!
I struggled to think of an excuse. For her and for myself, when I suddenly realized she wasn’t paying attention to me anymore.
I walked over to her curiously.
My eyes glanced down at her wet hair, her silky nightgown, and I admired and acknowledged her female organisms-that I never remembered were present-for the first time in my life.
My eyes lingered at her chest for too long, and my male hormones started getting the better out of me.
I shook my head violently, trying to get rid the erted thought I had in my mind.
I reluctantly forced my eyes to move down her body. Anywhere but…there.
My eyes finally trailed down to what she was reading from, and I found that it was very familiar.
The handwriting, especially. So familiar that…
“Damn you, Chelsea,” I yelled, snatching my diary from her hands, “that’s called intruding of privacy!”
I had been too caught up with my ertic thoughts that I neglected what she was doing.
“Never thought that would take you such a long time, considering the fact that you were standing behind me all the time.” Chelsea said as she shrugged nonchalantly.
“I wonder what you were looking at behind me…” her voice trailed off as she stood up slowly, her legs numb from sitting down for so long.
I made no attempt to help her as I was too preoccupied with staring at what I had been staring at just now.
Chelsea coughed awkwardly as she realized I was looking at her.
She checked herself self-consciously as she finally realized what she was wearing, and what happened to me just now-and now probably.
“YAH! KIM JAEJOONG. WHAT WERE YOU LOOKING AT?!” Chelsea screamed, pushing me out of the door.
“Nothing. I was looking at nothing!” I answered as I put on my best innocent face I ever could manage.
“That had better be the case!” She muttered, kicking my out of her room.
I smirked boyishly to myself.
“I never knew she would ever be embarrassed. And boy why didn’t I ever notice she had such a good figure? Even when I was changing her that day…”
I took one glance back at her room.
Was I missing something? I felt…weird.
I looked into my hands, and back to her room again.
“MY DIARY!” I screamed.

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I know i said tomorrow, and my tomorrow turns out to be many days after tmr. >< . I'm currently rushing to complete my homework right now (school starts next week, and i still have alot uncompleted homework eh. I've decided not to give any promises as to when i would update (since it always turns out to be an empty promise), but i'll really really try to update asap. :D. Jaejoong's sort of realllyyyy erted in this chapter ><. Since cjjaelin mentioned that they were all playboys, i might as well add abit of this personality into Jaejoong. I'm sure you won't mind eh? *winks*. Oh, and there wouldn't be in this story. Definitely not. I'm not gonna ruin my poor innocent mind yeah? LOL. ><.