The bleeding didn't stop. I hadn't expected it to since the cut was so deep. It was more like a wound.

As I could no longer summon the driver I decided to call Kyle instead.

"Take me to the emergency room" I half asked, half commanded him when he answered.

"Well hello to you too" he answered back sarcastically.

"Yah seriously, I'm going to bleed out soon" I complained.

"And why can't your husband take you?"

"He's not my husband" I spat at him through gritted teeth.

Kyle chuckled before sighing heavily. "I'm reeeaaalllyy busy with work though. What to do?"

"Kyle please" I finally begged, too tired to argue with him.

"Whaa what's this? Little Jiyoon-ie's using her manners for once! In that case I'll be at your place in ten"

I hung up, wrapping the blood soaked towel a little tighter around my hand. My nerves seemed to painfully squeal in protest.

This was all Sehun's fault.

Somehow I managed to slip on my boots with just one hand, the other one a big lump in my pocket.

"Where are you going?" Sehun popped out from nowhere, his voice surprisingly loud, or perhaps that was just my startled imagination.

I had hoped I wouldn't run into him. This is why I had little faith; because if gods existed then they would at least keep Sehun away from me for at least five glorious minutes. But unfortunately it seemed that we couldn't go more than five seconds without bumping into eachother again.

His abrupt appearance made me loose balance, and since I only had one useful hand I was unable to reach out and save myself.

Swiftly and smoothly Sehun caught me, his hands firm, but under my fiery gaze he let go of me quickly as if I had burned him, his expression slightly guilty.

I forced myself to look away from him before his mere appearance made my blood boil.

"Hospital" I answered him curtly before storming out of the apartment in a rush.

Way not to be awkward Jess, I thought sarcastically.

The towel my hand was wrapped in was now getting heavy with my blood, and was starting to emit that faint metal smell you usually get with blood. I tried to hide it under my jacket to avoid stares in the lobby, not that people didn't stare anyway.

When I reached the underground car park Kyle had already arrived, his red Mercedes sticking out like a shiny, well polished sore thumb.

His music was so loud that the frame of the car shook slightly.

"Yah, turn it down!" I yelled over Nirvana, Kyle had a thing for grunge/rock, as I got in the car. It smelled like strong cologne and coffee.

"What?!" Kyle yelled after he had turned the music down. He sounded like he was deaf, but with a stupid grin that gave away that he was doing it on purpose. His idea of a joke I suppose.

"Strop yelling" I complained as I slammed the door shut.

"Aish, careful. You'll scratch my poor baby" he warned.

I rolled my eyes at him, to which he responded by sticking out his tongue before putting the car in gear.

I couldn't help but smile slightly. Sometimes he was just so immature, you wouldn't believe that he was a headstrong business man and heir to a world renowned fashion empire. I couldn't help but think of Sehun's brother and how serious he seemed in comparison to Kyle.

"Aigoo, it's hot" Kyle moaned, turning off the cars heating and loosening his already loose tie.

I frowned. Unlike Kyle I could tolerate heat like there was no tomorrow, but the cold was my kryptonite. But Kyle was like an Antarctic animal. 

"Aigoo?  Wow, you're already starting to sound Korean" I commented.

He grinned cheekily, quickly checking his hair in the front mirror.

"Well my dongseang, we are in Korea. And we are Korean. Its only normal" he said, putting emphasis on every ending word to sound sarcastic.

I glared at him but he simply chuckled under my ice cold stare.

"So, what happened to your hand?" He asked, nodding towards my wrapped up hand. I frowned. The mention of my injury had only made me even more aware to the throbbing pain my hand was enduring.

"I cut myself on glass, but I think it's gone really deep. It won't stop bleeding. I might need stitches" I whined, pouting.

Kyle rolled his eyes, but I didn't fail to notice his mouth frown slightly in concern, or worry or whatever other brotherly feeling he was managing to conjure.

"You're just exaggerating now" he said.

"I am not. I'll show you if you want. The bloods flowing really heavily" I said, smirking as I held up my bloody toweled hand to his face.

"Yah stop it. I don't want to see! You'll end up dripping blood on my seats. Its real leather" he complained, putting emphasis on the 'real'.

"Really? But it still looks cheap" I pretended to observe.

"Yah!"

"And what do you mean, your car. Our parents paid for it"

"Do you really want to die?!"

I smiled, satisfied with winding Kyle up.

We arrived at the emergency room fifteen minutes later.

After fawning, drooling, and melting over Kyle for a solid five minutes the young nurse at the reception, under the stern gaze of her sunbae, finally said "please wait a short while for the doctor. Feel free to sit down" before answering the phone, her eagle eyes still on Kyle.

I tried not to gag as I realised that someone could actually find my brother marginally attractive.

Kyle led the way to the seats.

A young girl, along with her younger brother and parents were already sat down. It was clear that the children were carrying some potentially contagious illness as they were coughing heavily, their foreheads shining as they weakly clung onto their parents who were both wearing doctors masks.

Trying to hide my grimace I sat on the other side of Kyle, where there were no plague bearing germy monsters. Little kids were just not my thing, and even less so when they were diseased.

Kyle didn't miss what I did. "They won't kill you, you know" he muttered, half amused, half exasperated.

"That's what you think" I snapped back.

"Does it hurt?" Kyle asked after a few minutes of silence. He pointed at my hand, which was steadily getting bloodier.

I nodded, pouting. "Yeah. It kills. I might die" I whined.

Kyle rolled his eyes.

"But why did you make me come all the way out here? I'm a busy person you know" he complained.

I scoffed. "Flirting with the office staff and pushing all your work onto secretary Cha doesn't count."

"Yah, I still do more work than you!" He snapped, flicking my forehead. I rubbed the place where he hit, frowning and trying to glare him down but laughing instead."Seriously though, why did you call me when you have Sehun to take you?" He asked after our laughing had subdued.

I frowned. I was sick of hearing Sehun's name, or being aware of his existence all together. "I'm not speaking to that moron."

"What's wrong this time?" He said, exasperated.

"Because, he insulted me and hurt my pride" I said, slapping my chest to add more emphasis to my statement.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, looking at me in a way that made me feel like a clueless child. He was a lot like dad when he did that.

"That's it?"

"Yah, take me seriously for once! He really is bad. Whenever things between us reach a stage where they're good and we have some sort of relationship, he just turns into a complete utter arsehole. He's driving me crazy. And its not as if I'm not trying to be nice, he just doesn't give a damn, and I'm not used to that. I'm Jessica Moon for Christ sake! Moon Ji Yoon! If anything, shouldn't I be the one acting like that?" I said my rant quickly and ended it with a puff, my body taking a deep breath as I had barely paused whilst speaking.

People around us within hearing range turned and stared at me for what i assumed was my use of English. Kyle was probably the only person I talked to now in my native tongue, given that we now lived in Korea and my parents completely ignored me when I spoke in anything but Korean.

I had expected Kyle to laugh or something, calling me silly like usual, but instead he was frowning as if deep in thought.

"What?" I asked cautiously.

Kyle sighed, throwing me a wary glance. "Well, don't just automatically think I'm against you. I'm not taking sides because I like Sehun. And whether you want to believe it or not he is a good match for you. After all, our parents wouldn't just pair you up with a stranger. They picked Sehun because they knew he would be perfect for you. Someone you could rely on and one day love, or at least like" he paused in his speech, throwing me a cautious glance as if to see if I was going to explode in anger at his words.

However I was more shocked than anything.

I had never considered that my parents' decision for me to marry Sehun meant anything more than business. I had thought that I was just being used as a pawn for the benefit of their company. Never did I stop to think that my parents wanted me to marry Sehun because they cared. Because they wanted me to be...happy? That was something that would never occur to me; and on top of that, they wanted me to fall in love with him?! Did they really mean it, or was Kyle just making it up so that the marriage would go smoothly? After all, it was his business too. But Kyle wasn't like that, and if he liked Sehun then Sehun couldn't be all bad, could he? Perhaps there is a reason that they picked Sehun for me to marry out of any other chaebol's son.

Nonsense, I thought. And yet till I couldn't get rid of those thoughts.

"But still...if he's so perfect then why is being with him already so hard?" I objected feebly, not really sure if I meant what I said or was just trying to argue with Kyle.

Kyle sighed again. "I never said he was perfect. Just perfect for you."

"Then why is he so mean to me" I challenged.

Kyle was beginning to look exasperated with me now, as if I was a persistent child.

"Use your brain Jiyoon-ah. Did you ever stop to think that he might have his own reasons for pushing you away?" Kyle asked.

I opened my mouth to respond but found that I had no words to say. Because the truth was that I had enever considered that. I had just thought that Sehun was cold and mean by nature. I hadn't stopped to think that there was a reason as to why he was like that. That he was pushing me away.

Out of the blue, thoughts about the mysterious girl from America, this Victoria, entered my head. Could she be the reason that Sehun was like this?

I suddenly felt an unexplainable hatered for this unknown girl, but I quickly pushed the thoughts out of my head.

What did I care? I shouldn't care."What do you even know about Sehun? About his past?" Kyle asked.

Again I found myself speechless.

Kyle sighed. "Aigoo Jiyoon-ah, you're so wrapped up in your own world that you don't even take the time to get to know the person you're marrying"

"How can I, when he picks and chooses when he wants to talk to me or when he wants nothing to do with me?" I muttered, no confidence in my defense because I knew Kyle was right.

"Then keep trying. Eventually he'll stop. Just try to help him. Get to know him. And then maybe you'll be happy too for once, instead of being constantly annoyed at everything and everyone."

Kyle gave me a small smile, and I suddenly found myself appreciating his words.

He was right. I never stopped to think about anyone else other than myself. I hadn't thought it mattered. I hadn't stopped to realize that my parents weren't just doing everything for business, but because they were caring for me. I hadn't stopped to realize that the reason Sehun was as cold as he is is because something, or someone, had made him like that. That he was hurt, despite how well he hid it. And I was probably just making it harder for him.

"I promise to make you love me"  his words echoed in my head. It seemed so long ago that he had said them.

Had he had his defences up too when he had said that? Or did he mean it? Was that the real Oh Sehun?

I suddenly found myself no longer mad at him, but instead curious. I wanted to get to know Sehun for who he really was, not just the man i'm forced to marry. To know the true Sehun, who had made me warm on that snowy day. Who had promised to make me love, something im not sure i had ever felt before.

But then I stopped myself in the middle of my thoughts and pulled myself back to reality. What was i thinking? Kyle was just manipulating me. Ever since I had met him, Sehun had been an arrogant . He wasn't hurt, he was just an idiot. Nothing had made him cold and distant, it was just in his personality.

There was just no way that he could be hurting inside, right?

"Whatever" I snapped at Kyle, turning away from him to signal the end of the conversation.

Kyle sighed, shaking his head slightly but not continuing on, thank god.

We sat in cold silence for another five minutes before the doctor finally arrived. He was a middle aged man, his skin dry and powdery almost. He wasn't very tall and seemed rather round on the stomach, but still he had a kind smile. His wispy hair made him look like an overgrown, wrinkly baby.

"Hello I'm doctor Kim. Are you Moon Ji Yoon?" The doctor asked.

I nodded in the politest way I could.

"Please, follow me" doctor Kim instructed. We followed him to an uncomfortable looking hospital bed, its curtains drawn around it for some privacy.

"So, let's see what we have here" Doctor Kim took hold of my hand, his touch gentle and yet still making me flinch from the pain in my sensitive wound.

"Aigoo, this will need stitches" he observed after he had taken off my dark red towel which had once been a nice cream color.

Besides me Kyle grimaced and retreated a couple of steps. Unlike me he wasn't good with blood.

"I'll just go and get the painkillers" doctor Kim said before vanishing beyond the white curtains.

As soon as he left Kyle took a big gulp of air through his mouth. "Aish I might die! The smell's disgusting, I can't breathe. I might faint" he complained, fanning the air in front of his face.

"Oh please, stop being such a wuss. How do you think I feel?" I snapped. The blood didn't affect me at all, in fact I didn't completely dislike the metallic smell it gave off, but the pain was draining my energy and I could feel a layer of cold sweat on my forehead. 

Doctor Kim returned with painkillers and stitches.

Throughout the whole treatment Kyle continued to sigh in horror every time he caught a glimpse of the needle piercing through my skin. He looked as if he might faint, his skin paler than a gravestone and his face shiny with sweat.

"Are you okay?" I asked him once but he simply waved me away, too weak for words. 

But loyally he stuck by my side and didn't leave. In fact he barely moved. I feared that if he did he would throw up.

After doctor Kim had tightly wrapped up my hand in a bandage he said, "we'll call you when it's time for you to get your stitches removed. Just leave your details at the main reception where you will also get your bill. And please be more careful with glass" he gave us both a warm smile before dissapearing again behind the white curtain like a ghost.

Miraculously Kyle managed to get up and move, the colour returning slightly to his cheeks, and thankfully it wasn't a greeny color.

"Let's go" he said, shaking his head as if to get rid of the bad memories.

He led the way to the main reception.

Instead of watching him charm the nurse again and making me cringe, I decided to make a phone call instead.

"Hello?" He said when he answered, his voice sounding worn and fed up.

"Wow, i'm upset. Don't you have caller ID, or have you just not saved my number?" I teased.

"Oh, Jess-ssi, are you okay?" He said, his tone much lighter as if finding out it was me calling was the best thing to ever happen.

"Yes. Well kind of. What are you doing?"

"Right now? Um...nothing. Nothing much, just at home"

"Watching your kdramas I bet" I said sarcastically.

"Well, you know how much I love Lee Minho" he responded.

I couldn't help but giggle. "Is it okay if I come over?" I asked hesistantly, suddenly unusually shy.

"Right now?"

"If you don't want to it's fine! It was just a suggestion" I said hurriedly, afraid that I had made a fool of myself by asking. Well done Jessica.

Kai seemed to pause for a moment, but I could almost see his smile. "No no, its fine. Come over as soon as you can."

When I hung up Kyle had finished at the reception.

"Let's get you home then, you'll be tired soon with all the drugs you've taken" Kyle said, wrapping his coat around my shoulders to shield against the cold night.

"Actually, I need you to take me somewhere else. I'm going to my friends house" I said.

Kyle looked at me with that stern look again. The one that made him look like dad.

"Yah, are you just doing this to avoid Sehun?" He asked suspiciously.

I acted offended. "No! What type of person do you think I am?"

"Yah, don't lie" he said, flicking my forehead.

I knocked his hand away. "Aish, fine. Yes. I don't want to see Sehun. So what? What's so wrong with that? And anyways, id rather be with my friend than with Sehun" 

Kyle rolled his eyes at me as if I was some stubborn child. "So immature. Avoiding him won't fix your problems"

Only real couples have problems, I thought, but didn't tell Kyle this as he would only lecture me again.

However whatever his thoughts were I couldn't care less, because he still drove me to Kai's house.

AN-so i finally updated! Sorry that this chapter wasnt completely eventful. I just wanted to show Jess interact with people beyond just exo. And plus i also wanted to show the kind of close relationship Jess has with her brother. I promise that the next few chapters will begin to get more eventful and better! Dont forget to suscribe and comments are loved! Gamsahamnida~AlviinK