We were soaked to the bone. Even though the hoodie covered me pretty well, the rain seeped through our entire body, weaving through every crevice of our body, leaving us sopping wet with heavy rain water. 

      After several slips and the endless laughing that came after it, we finally arrived at our musty dark duplex. Never once did our hands part, they were attached by a stronger force than the distracting rain. The air was moist but I could see white steam from our mouths from the chilliness around us.

       We were both panting hard and laughing hard. It was hard to do both at the same time but we couldn't stop. It was just natural

       Jiyong clasped his stomach and leaned against the wall, "Ahh that was the first time I've ever done that!!" 

       "Oppa you were going too fast!" I whined.

       "I thought I was gonna..." He took off his soaked hat and shook his hair to tuck it neatly behind his ears. Jiyong's joyful smile and his slick hair made him look like...a little boy, a normal happy boy. His smile was real and full of excitement. "...die." He finished with a smirk.

        He jammed his key into the door and pushed it open with a forced grunt. Jiyong backed up to let me in first and then came in, closing the door behind me.

        "Yah, wait here." He shook off the excess water as much as he could and ran into his bathroom. Jiyong came out with two large bath towels and a white bathrobe. 

 He handed me the towel and opened up the bathrobe and hung it over my shoulders.

 

The bathroom tiles were a navy sea blue color with few homey touches in it. The furry white mat and the bath towels hung up gave it softer feel contrasting the cold image of the bathroom. There was a razor and a shaving cream bottle on the sink along with a simple yellow and white tooth brush and other items. A nice big mirror outlined the wall above the sink.

  So...he gets here? Oh my god, Remi! Stop it you creep! I slapped my face gently with both hands and looked in the mirror. 

I looked ridiculous. Black streams of rain stained my face in lines from my eyes and I looked almost like a panda. No wonder he couldn't stop laughing.

     I stripped the soaked layers of heavy clothing off me and jumped in the shower. I hot water and let the warmth sink into my body. I used his shampoos and his hair conditioners, which I now realized where he got his scent from. I took in the relaxed and amazing feeling that my body could absorb and sighed deeply. What was I even doing here? This had to be one of the craziest things I've ever done. Running tirednessly in the rain and showering in not only just someone's house but one of the biggest celebrities there was! 

      Then I realized there was something missing in this whole equation. I have no clothes to wear.

Wearing the white bathrobe and my hair wrapped in the already damp towel, I peeked my head outside through a small crack. 

      The water was running on the sink by the stove and I heard the sound of dishes clanging against each other.

 I guessed that he was washing dishes.

 

I cleared my throat, "It's okay." 

      Jiyong closed his eyes and turned around, "I really didn't kno-"

      "D-don't worry about it. Um...do you have any clothes I can borrow?"

      He froze for a second and turned back around to face me. Although his eyes were fighting so hard to look at me straightly, he still tried to keep a cool face as he nodded.

        We went into his closet room which was filled with random shirts and pants that hung from two long bars in one side of the room. There was a boxed drawer in the middle much like an island. He opened up a few of them and pulled out a faded red and navy blue plaid shirt and baggy black pants that came up like capris. 

     "Here" He put them in my arms.

      As he started to close the drawers, I stopped him.

      "Wait..."

      "What?"

      "I...don't have underwear."

      Jiyong had a grim look on his face and his eyebrows went up. He pulled out the bottom drawer and there were a bunch of his underwear neatly folded and lined up. They all looked expensive and exquisitely lined with designs. He picked out a black brief like underwear with carefully designed lines on it from the edge and held it up with a soft smile. 

      "I'm not gonna wear your underwear!" I shook my head laughing.

      "I never wore it before." He put it on top of the other clothes he gave me.

 

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I felt strong arms go underneath my legs and arms. They steadily picked me up with ease. The thumping of a heart beat faster inside my ear. The warmth that traveled to me and the soft scent that over crowded me...wait this was...familiar?

       I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I was being carried over by...Jiyong. His arms, the scent, the warmth, that night it the recording room. So it had been him who carried me to the couch that night! My eyes fluttered up to his face. Jiyong looked down at me and smiled. The light shone down with his smile which lightly blinded me.

        "Oh, you woke. I didn't want to wake you up." 

        I nodded confusedly. 

He set me down gently on his bed when he reached the room. Jiyong pulled the covers over me. "Um I'll go sleep in the living room then." 

      I don't know why, but I grabbed his arm before he was about to leave.

        "Don't go...oppa." I looked up at him with wide eyes. My puppy dog eyes were bound to work. Please please please. 

        Jiyong thought for a moment and then sat down next to me in the small cramped bed. "I'll just stay here for a bit." 

        I smiled and sat up with him to lean against the wall.

        I knew I was tired, but with him, I just couldn't sleep. We comfortably talked with each other about our lives as if we were old friends from the past. Just sitting beside him, just listening to him and just looking at him made me feel like I was getting closer and closer to him and his heart.

        

      He talked of what he hates about his life and what he loves about it. How he loves the support from his fans but how he couldn't go anywhere on his own. How he hated how tightly packed his schedule was at times but how he loved to meet his fans. I began to understand him better and how he was the way he was. He seemed so cold and bitter at times but it was just because if he showed his real emotions inside, who knew what might happen? Jiyong asked me why and what I was doing here and how I grew up. My life was nothing to compare with him but somehow, we connected. We held the same emotions, the same kind of past, and the same kind of mind. Both lonely and reminiscent of our past. We laughed and sighed all through the night. 

      Jiyong took out his MP3 player and plugged in his ear phones.

      "This is the song that I made...but no one has heard it yet." Jiyong put one side in his ear and the other in mine. In acquiesce, I smiled and opened my ear to the music. The song with soft and melodic sounds complemented Jiyong's compelling voice. The lyrics spoke of freedom and passion, of desire and hate and mostly...love. How could anyone make such a beautiful sound? I was the first to hear it out of anyone else in the world besides himself.

      I sighed and without any thought, I leaned against his caressing chest and his arms automatically went around my shoulders. His hands sweetly grabbing hold of my arm told me he wanted to protect me from any possible harmful thing in the world. His voice and his calm breathing became a lullaby for me as I slowly drifted into a deep slumber.