CHANGMIN’S POV

"Sooyoung, it's quite hot in here...are you sure you don't want to take off that jacket you got on?"

I just knew it!!! I knew that he’s like that! This Micky English speaking character isn’t even discreet about wanting some. I don’t even know what to say…WTF?! Sooyoung’s actually obeying this he’s saying? I knew she was clueless, but come on now really??

WAIT…WAIT…HOLD ON ONE ING SECOND…H-H-H-H-HOWWW???

The infamous black mini dress with what seemed to be made out of some kind of magical fabric, the endless long legs, the sun kissed tanned skin resembling some sort of a mouth watering golden caramel treat ---it really is Sooyoung.

, I can’t seem to move any further. My feet just won’t budge even an inch. Is this how a or something feels like? I’m too damn young to die.

I can’t even- I don’t even-

What is she…Why is she…How is she…

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU SHIM CHANGMIN?? ARE YOU ING HIGH OR SOMETHING? SNAP OUT OF IT!

That’s right; she’s still the same Choi Sooyoung. Just because she’s dressed like that doesn’t change one thing. Concentrate on reality. …she caught me staring.

I see her across the room and I can tell that she caked on a pound of blush upon her cheeks; she never resembled that of a clown more so than today. Man whatever, I don't give a damn about her. I got my hands around this chick that I totally can't recall the name, but damn does she have curves. I can feel my temperature rising and I flash this nameless female face my trade mark smile. I'm taking her home with me tonight.

From the corner of my eyes I can tell that Sooyoung is still eyeing me down. That girl is so possessive...she should just say something if she REALLY still wants a piece of the 'Shim-star'. Pshh, but that won't change the fact that I hate her.

Choi Sooyoung...with all my heart, I seriously think that chick is a fkin psycho. I can't believe that I once loved her.

SOOYOUNG’S POV

I catch Changmin looking at me from a near distance. I might be delusional, but I can swear that it looked as if he was going to approach me. He’s still holding onto that girl. She somewhat looks familiar…I think I know her…but what was her name??

Look at the way he looks at me. I just want to gauge the out of his fkin erted eyes. He's holding onto that girl as if she was a piece of meat...absolutely ridicuous. That smile of his is totally bull . He's sweating bullets and I can tell that he doesn't want to go home alone tonight. What a .

Fkin Shim Changmin...I can without a doubt say that I hate his fkin . I can't believe that I once loved him.

“Are you okay?”

I turn around and see Micky smiling at me. He has one of the most precious smiles that can make me forget about all this Changmin that’s going on in my life. I guess it’s because I’ve known him for so long that he just gives me this sense of peace. He catches me roughly grabbing onto the trim of my dress hard and I know that he’s worried for my sake. I don’t think he has ever seen me so angry or out of it.

He pulls me into his arms offering the warm hug of his that was once so familiar to me when I was younger. I can’t help but feel relieved that he reappeared in my life. I rest my head lightly on his chest while he repeats those same words that he once said to be a long time ago.

“Whenever you need one, I’ll offer you this hug of mine to make your worries disappear.”

I close my eyes, thankful.

Micky Yoochun…thank you.

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FLASHBACK

She curled herself up in a small ball, hidden underneath a desk crying her heart out. She hated how she was forced to move to this foreign land. A place filled with people who didn’t understand her and she the same. She missed the spiciness of the kimchi she’d often devour back home and the smell of the Han River’s waves whenever she took a stroll nearby.

Tokyo, Japan. That was where she now had to call home. She doesn’t know when she’d be able to say it, but she knows very well that she can’t do anything about it now. For what seemed to be the longest week, Sooyoung found herself hating her father for getting transferred to this place. Why couldn’t she just stay in Korea? Her life was just too cruel.

Her eyes filled with tears, but she soon found a pair of feet standing in front of her. A boy bent down and flashed a warm smile at her.

“My name is Micky Yoochun,” the kid said happily in almost flawless English while offering his hand for her to shake.

Sooyoung wiped the traces of tears away from her cheeks and replied, “Summer Choi me is.”

She was still unfamiliar with the English language and Japanese was a whole other story. The school that she was currently enrolled in was different from the one in Korea. It was an International school filled with faces of other children from around the world.

“Oh, Anyeosayo!” The little boy figured right away that she was Korean. Excitement filled through his body happy that finally he found someone like him. They barely knew each other as a few measly words were only exchanged, but Micky found himself finally meeting someone he knew would be his best friend.

The little eight year old boy grabbed the young little female classmate and brought her in for a hug.

“Whenever you need one, I’ll offer you this hug of mine to make your worries disappear.”

That sentence which was undeniably wise for such a young age was something that Micky promised to himself that day. He knew very well how it felt like to be different from everyone, to be surrounded by faces that although looked friendly, made you immersed with fear boiling inside. He was in fact in the same shoes as this new girl not too long ago. He was willing to be that parachute that would help her ease into the new situation, offering a safe landing.

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CHANGMIN’S POV

He pulls her to his arms which she willingly falls into. I don’t know how I feel about it, but somehow my lips soon find its way to the girl beside me. She seems to flinch for a second because of my suddenness; however, it doesn’t take her long to follow my lead. I hold her close to me as my hand wanders over her silhouette above her patterned semi formal dress. All the while, our lips don’t separate from each others.

“Not here please…” she mutters, begging from the small amount of free space from our busy mouths.

I guess she’s embarrassed or whatever from our little scandal that we’re currently brewing up, but I’m too preoccupied with my raging hormones to give a damn whether or not we gather attention. I end up doing as she wishes. I push her out the crowded room full of people whom I wish to never see again. We both find ourselves making out in the elevator.

“Close it~”

This chick really needs to shut the up as her voice is really irritating the hell out of me.  I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time on her; moreover, why I just felt like kissing the crap out of her at that moment to even start all this.

What am I doing? Why exactly am I like this?

“Changmin hurry, close the doors.”

She calls out my name as if she knows me, yet I don’t recall her one bit. I’m not going to question her right now about it though since what kind of man would spoil such a moment? Exactly…none.

I reach forward for the button while she continues to bite my bottom lips with much force. As one of her hands gets busy loosening my expensicve tie, her other hand begins to unbuckle my belt. This chick is defineitly freaky.

Slowly, the doors finally begin to close, but I spot her before they completely come to a shut.

“Sooyoung…”

Her name oh so quietly escapes my mouth before she finally disappears from my vision as this girl in my arms brings my head down to her neck. I forececully push her arms away from my body and whip my head back up, but it's too late.

The elevator doors come to a close and for some reason I feel like the next floor level I’m headed to will be hell.

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