Dara's POV

"Alright, since it's settled and everyone's happy with the arrangements lets go to bed!" Appa clapped his hands, a wide grin on his face.

"I'm not happy," I grumbled under my breath as I hugged one of the sofa pillows to my chest.

Everyone swiftly left the living room, leaving Jiyong, Bom and I alone. I was stalling time, not wanting to go to my impending doom that comprised of Jiyong and I, in a one-bed guest room. Alone.

I saw Bom make her way towards me leaning down "You've still got alot of explaining to do, but I can wait till tomorrow. You enjoy tonight hmmm? Sweet dreams Ssantoki," she whispered pulling away to give me an evil smirk. 

She her heels and began making her way out of the room when she stopped in her tracks, turning around to look at Jiyong, "Seriously Jiyong, you may need that protective gear Durami was talking about. Anyway, have fun guys." she paused, a smirk appearing on her lips, "Not too much fun mind you, there will be people sleeping," she winked cheekily, her voice heavy with innuendo, before running out of the room slamming the door shut, managing to avoid the pillow I tried to throw at her, which unfortunately hit the closed door instead of my soon to be dead cousin.

I sat there, glaring at the door. My face red from what she had obviously implied and from annoyance at the whole situation.

"She's just joking Dara, don't get so worked up about it," I heard Jiyong say from his current position leaning against the wall.

"Unless... you weren't taking it as a joke..." he trailed off teasingly as he wriggled his eyebrows up and down. I grabbed the pillow beside me and lobbed it at him, I growled when I saw him successfully catch it in his hands.

"Arasso, i'm just joking. Come on, let's go to bed," he said easily, as he opened the living room door and walked out. I couldn't help but burn up further as his words repeated in my mind, 'Let's go to bed.' Oh god. My pure mind!

I trailed behind him up the stairs, passing Appa along the way who was carrying a pillow and blankets down, already in his pyjamas. 

When we reached the first floor I walked ahead of him, leading him to the guest room.

As we approached the room, I heard everyone close their doors, soon followed by the sound of locks. 'Why the hell are they locking the doors? It's not like there is a murderer on the loose." I thought in confusion.

I placed my hand on the guest room door, ready to open it when my parents' door cracked open slightly and Omma's head poked out, "Oh, there's just one little thing I have to tell you. Your uncle broke the last bed when he stayed over so temporarily we have a--"

"A SINGLE BED?!" I screamed at the top of lungs, when I opened the door and a small single bed greeted me.

/slam/ /lock/

I whipped my head around to see Omma had scurried into the room, slamming the door shut and locking the door. I stormed up to her room and began slamming my fists on the door.

"OMMA! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!" I raged as I continued to bang on her door. Now I understood why everyone had locked their doors. There was a murderer on the loose. She went by the name of Sandara Park and she was out for blood.

"Sorry Ssantoki, Omma's tired. Go to sleep neh?" Omma's voice floated through the door, not sounding apologetic in anyway shape or form.

I stormed towards the room beside Omma's banging my fists loudly on the door again, "YAAAH! Durami! Let your unnie in! Let me sleep with you!" I pleaded.

"Sorry unnie, there's no room in here," Durami's amused voice shouted back.

"Then I'll make room! Let me in! NOW!" I shouted angrily, still banging on the door.

"Sorry unnie, but it seems like Bom unnie has gained some weight, she's practically taking up three quarters of the bed. There's no space for you at all okay? I'm sure you'll be fine, just it up. It's only one night," Durami's voice floated back towards me. 'Grrrrr, I could just strangle someone right now!'

"I will not be fine!" I screamed one last time as I kicked the door.

"OW!!" I screamed in pain as I gripped my right foot and began hopping on the spot. "STUPID SISTER! STUPID DOOR!" I shouted loudly, as I continued to nurse my probably broken toes.

"YAH! Noona, will you pipe down already?! I'm trying to sleep!!" Sanghyun reprimanded me, from in his room, holding open a half opened door. I immediately rushed over and tried to squeeze through the gap, but Sanghyun stood in the way, blocking me from entering.

"I don't think so Noona. You're not sleeping in here. That would just be weird," he said as he placed his hand over my face and pushed me away from the door, before slamming the door shut.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL?!" I screamed in frustration, my eyes blazing.

"Stop screaming Dara, you'll probably wake up the neigbours," Jiyong's calm voice broke through my angry thoughts.

"Stop screaming?! NO I WON'T! If anything, you should be screaming with me!" I said as I stomped over to him, jabbing him in the chest with my pointer finger. Jiyong grabbed my finger that was jabbing him and pushed it down.

"Look, it's not like i'm going to you or something," Jiyong said rolling his eyes, "We're friends right? Let's just pretend like it's one of the sleepovers we used to have when we were younger."

"I- N- Tch! Fine! Whatever!" I said as I stalked past him and walked into the guest room, glaring at the single bed, "You're sleeping on the floor though. There is no way in hell i'm sharing that bed with you," I spat.

"Pfft, you say it like I want to share the bed with you too. Just because I haven't been as vocal as you in objecting to this doesn't mean i'm enjoying this either," he said as he crossed his arms, eyeing me, "For all I know, you may sleepwalk and end up me."

My jaw dropped as I gaped at him, "Me? you? Puh-lease. Who would want to touch that," I said gesturing to him defensively.

"Don't lie Dara, you know you want this," Jiyong teased gesturing to himself, sending me a playful wink, "That was proven when you couldn't stop drooling over my body when we met."

"For the hundreth time! I do not drool! And I most certainly didn't drool over you! Stop being so delusional!" I defended, not being able to prevent a slight blush from creeping up my cheeks as the image of a clothes-less Jiyong popped in my head, "You know what? Just shut up.  I'm tired, go grab some pillows and blankets from the cupboard." I said, finally coming to terms with this stupid situation.

I heard Jiyong walk out of the room and I took the opportunity to rummage through my wardrobe for some pjyamas. I grabbed the first ones I saw and looked around quickly closing the door as I took my jeans off and pulled my shorts on. I took my t-shirt off and was about to pull my pyjama top on when--

"Hey Dara, is this the right on--"

"AHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top off my lungs immediately covering my chest with my arm. I threw my t-shirt at his shocked face and kicked him out of the room before slamming the door shut.

Oh my god. Oh my god. No! That did NOT just happen. Dara that was all just a bad bad nightmare. It didn't happen. It did NOT happen! I was now sat with my back against the door, my pyjama top hanging loosely around my neck, telling me that it did in fact happen. I covered my face with my hands, feeling the heat from my cheeks transferring to my cold hands. Oh God. I just need to crawl into a hole and die. Why?! Why must these things happen to me?! What have I done to deserve this?! My dignity... I sat there for another 5 minutes pitying myself, and wondering if Omma and Appa would be upset to find me dead the next morning.

I quickly put my pyjama top on upon feeling my skin erupt with goosebumps. I couldn't help the tears that began to escape my eyes. This was absolutely humiliating. It was already embarassing that I had to share a room with a guy, the guy being Kwon Jiyong no less. But this? To have a guy that wasn't my boyfriend see me half-. It was just too much for me to handle. I felt scandalised. Degraded. Dirty.  I felt the tears begin to stream down my face.

I was too absorbed in my thoughts to notice that the door had opened and Jiyong had slipped in.

"Dara?" I heard him call me as his hand landed on my shoulder.

I quickly shrugged his hand off of my shoulder, his touch serving as another reminder that it really did happen.

"Dara..." he called again as he placed his hand on my shoulder again trying to turn me around.

"I-I just want to be alone for a while. Can you come back in 10 minutes?" I muttered, my shoulders shaking slightly as I continued to cry.

I heard him sigh heavily, then heard the door close. I broke down into sobs, crouching down on the floor my arms wrapping around my legs, my head leaning on my arms.

Suddenly I felt familiar strong arms pull me up, holding me close.

"It's okay Dara," I heard Jiyong coo as he my hair. Although he was the cause of the humiliation, I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him and bury my face deep into strong chest, feeling comforted by his touch.

"I swear I didn't see anything Dara. Please stop crying," I heard Jiyong plead as he felt me begin to cry harder. I know he was trying to comfort me, but I wasn't stupid enough to believe he hadn't seen anything.

Soon realising that no matter what he said, he wouldn't be able to calm my cries Jiyong decided to just rock me back and forth, my hair and rubbing my back in reassurance. I eventually calmed down, locking away the vulnerable girl that felt violated at what happened. I knew he didn't walk in intentionally. and I knew that I was solely to blame for my own humiliation. It was my own carelessness.

I sniffed lightly and pushed away from him, letting go of him and rubbing my tears away with my arm. "Let's go to sleep," I murmured turning away from him and diving onto the bed. Hiding under the covers.

"There's no need to be embarassed Dara..." I heard Jiyong say.

Although I knew he knew I was humiliated and embarassed, I couldn't help but feel the need to refute his correct claim. I poked my head up from the blanket and looked up at him, "I'm not embaraased. Let's just call it quits. I saw you a-and y-you saw m-me." I finished shakily, "Goodnight Jiyong." I sid as I flipped around and hid under the blanket again.

I heard him sigh heavily before I heard some movements. I assumed he was sorting out his bed on the floor. I then heard the lights flicker off, followed by some more rustling, then a small thud as Jiyong lay down on his make-shift bed.

Despite the fact that I was unbelievably tired earlier, the ordeal that just happened kept repeating in my head, not allowing me to get any sleep. I removed my head from under the covers, tucking it under my chin as I starred at the ceiling as I thought about everything that had happened over the past week, there had been so many surprises, I don't think I could handle any more.

Omma and Appa became semi-retired, kicking me out of the house so I could experience univeristy life by moving out with CL. Kwon Jiyong my ex-arch nemesis had returned back into my life after seven long years, bringing with him the boys. We picked up where we left off as arch-nemesis but somewhere along the way we progressed into being friends. Something my younger self would've never dreamed of happening. With the help of Seunghyun Oppa, I realised there was more to Jiyong that I didn't know of, and there was still so much I had to learn about him. I realised he didn't hate me and he wasn't the horrible child I had thought he was when we were children.  I realised we actually had a lot more in common than my younger self would've liked. I learnt that he respected his elders well. I learnt he was extremely, sometimes over-bearingly protective.  I also learnt that he actually had a very kind heart. I thought back to the times when he tried to comfort me, protect me or look after me. The day he saved me from those peanuts. The day he held me and comforted me on the beach. The day he gave me all his meat worried I wasn't eating enough. Yesterday, when he protected me from that creepy ghost in a film. The numerous occasions he draped his jacket over me. Today, when he worried over my safety. My eyes softened as I thought back to all those times, even just moments ago when he tried to comfort me after my humiliation.

I was snapped out of my deep thoughts when I heard some shuffling. I lifted my head up and peeked at the floor. Jiyong was moving around, turning left then right, trying to get comfortable. He stilled slightly allowing me to hear the slight chattering of his teeth, before moving again.

'He must be so cold and uncomfortable down there...' I thought as I bit my lip, still watching him try to get to sleep. I began to feel guilty as I continued to watch him move uncomfortably on the hard floor. 'Should I...?' I thought to myself. I leaned back on my pillow as I contemplated whether I should or not. I stretched my arms out on the bed, measuring the width and bit my lip. The bed was really small.. 'But you're small, you can sleep right against the wall' my conscious spoke. I don't know... what if he thinks I'm weird? 'You know he won't. He's just your friend anyway. If anything it's the least you can do. He's been so kind and sweet to you...' my conscious spoke again. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes tight. 'Just do it Dara, before he freezes to death down there!'

"Ji?" I whispered before I could change my mind.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" Jiyong's surprised voice said.

"No... I can hear you shuffling around..." I paused slightly, "Are you cold?" I asked, although I knew perfectly well that he was freezing his off.

"No," he lied, "Sorry, i'll stop moving."

"D-do you w-want to sleep up here?" I stuttered quietly, my words muffled into the blanket.

"Huh? I didn't hear what you said," Jiyong asked confused, as he began to shuffle around again.

I exhaled loudly, "Do you want to sleep up here?" I said louder.

I could hear his shuffling stop, before he spoke up, "No it's fine, the floors kind of cold. You'll catch hyperthermia with your thin body if you slept down here," he replied, thinking I was asking if he wanted to switch places.

"N-no, I mean.." I paused, taking in a big breath, "I mean do you want to sleep up here... w-with me?" I squeaked out as I felt my face heat up slightly.

I heard Jiyong sit up in shock, "Huh?"

"Don't make me repeat it again. If you don't want to then fine!" I said as I turned around to face the wall. There's no way i'm asking him again. It's already embarassing that I asked him in the first place!

A couple of minutes passed with no noise or movement, then the shuffling started again. Then I felt the blanket lift up letting the cold air in before I felt the bed dip slightly under his weight. I immediately scooched closer to the wall, practically blending in with it in my attempt to not touch him.

Jiyong seemed to understand my silent words and kept to the edge of the bed, but even with that, our shoulders would occassionally brush when we moved. 'Oh gosh.. this was a bad idea... I can't sleep with him up here! Not the mention the wall is frickin' cold, and the blanket is barely covering me.'

I stayed like that planted against the wall for what was probably ten minutes, my cheeks turning ice cold from being pressed up against the wall, not to mention the whole of the left side of my body which was numb from the coldness. I could feel my teeth begin to chatter involuntarily.

Suddenly I felt more blanket being draped over me. I peeled my face off of the wall and turned my head to see Jiyong lying on his right side his back to me, with absolutely no blanket. I tried to place some over him when I felt his hand push my hands away. "I can hear your teeth chattering Dara. I'm fine," he said.

I stopped trying to drape the blanket over him and returned to my position before. Despite the warm blanket covering me, I was still pressed against the freezing cold wall, and no matter how much blanket I was given, it wouldn't stop my whole left side from going numb, not to mention it was keeping me absolutely wide awake, that and the fact that Jiyong was lying just centimeters away from me.

My teeth continued to chatter, I had no choice but to push my self away from the wall before my body would freeze into a Dara shaped popsicle. That small push away left me back to back with Jiyong.  I frowned as I felt his cold back, so different from how warm he usually is. I draped the blanket over him, so that we could share again, since I was leaning back to back with him it made it more possible.

It still wasn't enough though. The blanket lay over us, but weren't tucked in allowing the cold night air to cut under, and despite how hard I tried to not let my teeth chatter, they still did. My left side of my body wasn't helping the situation as it was still freezing cold from the long period of time it had practically having a relationship with the wall.

I heard Jiyong sigh heavily before muttering something under his breath. Before I knew what he was doing he flipped over and slid his arms around my waist, pulling me far away from the wall and firmly to his chest.

"J-Jiyong... w-what are you doing?" I asked as I tried to pull away from him but he just tightened his grip.

"At this rate we're both either going to freeze to death together or end up as zombies from lack of sleep tomorrow. I don't think your parents would appreciate finding us as popsicles," he mumurmed, his lips moving against the top of my head.

I was about to protest when he cut me off, "Don't even try to complain, I can feel how cold you are," he said as he began to rub his hand up and down my left arm, trying to give it warmth.

I couldn't deny how good it felt. He just felt... so warm. Before it could even register in my head what I was doing I flipped around in his arms, closing my eyes and leaning my cold left cheek against his warm chest.

I felt him pull back slightly from the cold touch, " Dara, you're freezing!" he exclaimed quietly as he felt the full extent of my cold body. By this point I was uncaring of the embarassment that I would probably have to face tomorrow. He was just so so warm. I placed my hands on his chest when I realised something. My eyes flickered open in shock. Oh my god. He was topless! I was currently in the arms of a very topless Jiyong, my face pressed against his solid chest, skin to skin. I pushed against his chest to look up at him.

"You're not wearing a top!!" I exclaimed as if he didn't know.

"I know," he chuckled as he pulled me against his chest again, resting his cheek against the top of my head, "It was all wet from your er.. yeah, and I can't sleep with a top on." he explained, inferring to how I'd cried and snotted all over his top.

I knew I should've demanded him to put a top on, but the heat radiating off of his bare skin was like heaven. I ignored the stubborn and logical Dara that was telling me this was wrong and I should move away, locking her away as I allowed myself to fully relax against him. I sighed in contentment, "Hmm... so warm.." I mumbled against his chest, my eyes flickering closed.

Jiyong's POV

I could hear Dara's breathing even out as she snuggled into my chest, her long eyelashes brushing against my skin, her hair slightly tickling my chest. I pulled her now warm body closer to me, hearing her sigh in contentment from my move, snuggling even closer.

"Jiyong..." I heard her mumble softly.

I felt something familiar stir slightly in my chest, as a soft smile appeared on my face. Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned down to kiss the top of her head, "Goodnight Dara.. Sweet Dreams," I whispered, leaning my cheek on the top of her head, closing my eyes as I tightened my hold around her.