But You're My Aid (3 of 4)
"Do you always take this long to get ready?" Jiyong asked as he sat on my bed. I tried not to focus too much on his embarrassing location and quickly threw him a glare.
"Is there something you're waiting to tell me?" I fired back, knowing fully well that he had had no reason for dropping in. He had showed up about ten minutes earlier, scaring me to death, and had made himself comfortable on my bed. "You're just lucky no one's home."
He chose to say nothing and instead watched me as I flipped my hair over and continued to blow-dry it. The brown strands were illuminated by the late morning sun as I tried to remain calm under his watchful eyes. Did he have to be on my bed?
"There, I'm done!" I said perkily and smiled at him. He smirked at me as well and all seemed to be okay. I was happy. He seemed happy. Everything was alright.
"Finally," He muttered under his breath but I caught it and stuck my tongue out at him. His eyes darkened slightly and I resisted the urge to shiver. "Come here."
I smiled and nodded my head. I walked to over to my occupied bed and sat nervously on the edge, not quite sure what to do. I tried to busy myself by messing with the ends of my shorts but I could still feel him staring and a blush fought to cover my cheeks.
"Did you find your cell?" He asked.
"No, I'll ask Jaejoong on Monday if I left it in his car," I said with a small smile. I could tell he still wanted to know what happened but I couldn't stand the amount of embarrassment that story would cause me. So I'd just have to ignore his dark, questioning looks for now. Besides, I could handle myself.
Suddenly his arms came around my stomach and I tensed. He pulled me slowly towards him until my back was against his chest. His scent surrounded me, taking over my brain and making my body heat up. I felt his breathing somewhere near my ear and I swallowed heavily.
"Did you sleep well last night?" I asked, knowing fully well how high-pitched and nervous my voice sounded. I was glad to be facing away from him when my cheeks went red.
"No," He said and I felt his chest vibrate when he talked. I fought the urge to close my eyes and lean back against him, knowing that that would be a very bad thing to do. "I couldn't sleep at all."
"Why not?" I asked out of desperation for something to say. Something to distract me from the nearness of him. Besides after we fought, we hadn't been this close since…since he'd kissed me.
"My whole bed smelled like you," He said and I felt him kiss the outer edge of my ear. I would almost call the move gentle if not for the almost iron grip around my stomach. Did he think I was going to disappear or something?
"Do I smell bad?" I asked, ignoring the second kiss he placed on my earlobe. It barely touched my skin and yet goose bumps rose over my entire body.
"Hardly," He said before his mouth was against my temple. This time I couldn't talk and I did close my eyes. I hoped he couldn't feel how fast my heart was beating as easily as I could feel the steady beat of his.
I wondered, for a brief second, if this was right. But I knew it wasn't. I also knew that I didn't care. I didn't mind not knowing what to call us, I didn't mind the fact that he said he didn't like me, and I hardly thought of what would happen if someone saw us in this position. Partly because his smell and mouth made it hard to think, but also because for once I didn't need a label, and I knew he at least cared about me, and I would just have to handle everyone else when the time came.
And it was becoming painstakingly obvious that I felt something for him. Like, love, lust, admiration? I wasn't sure which one. All I was sure of was for once in my life I wasn't questioning things. I wasn't worrying about being wrong or right. Sometimes things aren't always black and white. I was beginning to see that now. And it terrified me and excited me and confused me all at once.
I snapped back to myself when I felt him kiss my jaw, his teeth coming into play and raking across my skin. I was completely out of my league and had no idea what to do or say. I felt him nip again at another spot on my jaw and I tensed up further.
"Relax," He laughed and the sound of his mirth made my head feel giddy. He pulled me tighter (if that was possible) against him and I felt at any second I would become a part of him and be molded into his chest.
"I'm trying to but you keep distracting me," I complained and was rewarded with another small laugh. Yes, I was very much addicted to that sound. Another kiss landed on my neck.
He pulled away suddenly, his face no longer by my own, and I opened my eyes quickly.
"Is something burning?" He asked as I felt him inhale behind me.
"Oh no! The cookies!" I said quickly before ripping myself from his hold and launching myself off the bed. I was in the kitchen in record amount of time and I could hear his amused chuckle from my bedroom.
"Are you sure they're alright?" I asked for what was probably the twentieth time. I shifted the plate of slightly burnt sugar-cookies in my hands while dodging a hurried nurse coming at me in the hall.
"They're fine," Jiyong said but he didn't sound annoyed to have to assure me again. "He'll probably be so happy to have a break from the food here that he won't even notice that they're burnt." He said easily.
"You think so?"
"No. He may be blind but I have a feeling his taste buds still work," He said and I had a feeling he enjoyed the glare I sent his way. "Chill doll-face, I'm kidding. Nothing can be worse than hospital food."
I sent him an untrusting look before sighing. "How would you know?"
"Dae wasn't born in a supermarket," He said by means of explanation but I couldn't picture the Kwons spacing the hospital lobby while Dae was being born. The hospital staff must've had a fit.
Speaking of hospital staff, the nurse leading us to Mr. Yang's room kept sending us searching looks, trying to identify where she'd seen us before. I hoped she didn't realize anytime soon. I didn't feel like getting thrown out of the hospital because of my choice in company.
"Here you are," She said, not bothering to cover up the curiosity in her voice. I smiled widely at her before turning into the bright room.
Mr. Yang was on his bed, just like we'd last seen him, staring off into space. His face looked thoughtful but his shoulders seemed slumped.
"Hello, Mr. Yang?" I said hesitantly. I looked down at the singed cookies, slightly glad he couldn't see how bad they looked.
"Is that you angel?" He asked and I smiled warmly. His head turned in my direction and I swore his clouded eyes danced. "Paying an old man another visit?"
"Yes, I hope you don't mind. We'll leave if your too tired," I said quickly, the sterile smell of the room making my head ache and the constant hum of machinery ringing in my ears.
"No, no. I don't mind at all. Please, come sit down," He said with a small smile. "I'd pull up a chair for you but the nurse forbids me to get up from the bed. I'm not sure what she looks like but she sure sounds scary."
I smiled at that and felt the pressure of a chair against the back of my legs. I sat down and scooted closer to the bed. Jiyong sat in his chair but stayed at a distance, eyeing the IV and heart monitor dubiously.
"How are you today, son?" Mr. Yang asked and I watch with trepidation as Jiyong looked at the old man, silently begging him to be polite this time.
"I'm alive," Jiyong said but his tone was light. "For now at least."
"Ah, that's your way, huh?" The man asked, another smile tugging at his lips. "Live each day as it comes and don't worry about the future or the past, am I right?"
"There's no way you can change the past or prevent the future so I don't see much reason in worrying about either of them," Jiyong replied and I was annoyed at how the logic he made being a pessimist sound.
"You can change the future," I said with determination. Jiyong's eyes met mine but his look wasn't patronizing. He actually looked relaxed except for his thumb tapping against his thigh.
"How?" He asked and I stared into the forest green orbs that practically glowed in the fluorescent lights of the hospital room. "Whatever you do in the present creates your future. So you aren't changing anything, you're just making it happen."
Ugh. I hated logic.
I heard soft laughter from the bed and I turned my eyes to the laughing patient. He grinned into space, his eyes focused somewhere between both Jiyong and I.
"What do you think, Mr. Yang?" I asked.
"I think the future always has a way of surprising us, even though we're the ones who made it the way it is in the first place," The old man replied and I fought back a sigh. Was everyone a philosopher today and I just happened to miss the memo?
"I guess so," I said while starring at my lap. That's when I remembered something. "Oh yeah! I brought you something, Mr. Yang! Here it is!" I said happily.
"Ah, Angel, you spoil me," The old man smiled and I smiled too. "But please, call me Hyun Suk. That's my name."
I didn't mention the fact that he didn't call me by my name but I didn't really mind. Instead I grabbed a cookie and placed it into his outstretched hand. I hoped they weren't too burnt.
"Where'd you get that tattoo old man?" Jiyong's voice asked and I threw him a confused look. Quickly I turned back and sure enough, the old, worn hand holding my cookie sported a faded tattoo. It looked like one hand holding a heart and another hand holding a dagger.
"Oh, this old thing?" The man laughed. "Long story, son."
"Care to shorten it for us?" Jiyong asked and I smacked his arm. He tossed me a look that clearly said 'not now' but I continued to fume. What was his issue?
"I'm sorry Mr. Ya-Hyun Suk," I fumbled slightly. "I don't know why Jiyong is being so rude, he's not normally…well he is normally like this but that's no excuse." The old man smiled but his gaze was still in the general direction of Jiyong, almost looking directly at him.
Annyeong everyone. How are ya? Hihi. Sorry I can't reply to your comments but I read each end everyone of them and I'm really thankful. Keep 'em coming! :)
Soooooo, how was the lite kissing session? ;)
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