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______’s POV:

But not fast enough because no sooner than that was when I suddenly felt a strong arm close around my neck, pulling me back.

            “Gotcha,” one of Tiffany’s men said.

            The other few guys grabbed Jaejoong and his grip on my hand loosened, separating us.

            “Jaejoong!” I cried. But then the man clasped his hand over my mouth, preventing me from talking completely. I saw Jaejoong struggling, as more men came over to us. I was crying now, uncontrollably. Knowing Tiffany and what she could do, this may be the last time that I may ever see him.

            “______!” was the last thing I heard before my vision went black.

Jaejoong’s POV:

            It was a blur after that. I remember struggling with the men so much, trying to take out my wrapped up hand to punch one of them in the face. I kicked, squirmed, must’ve done everything I could to get to her. Was this ing karma or something? Because I don’t remember doing something so bad that I deserve losing my wife after just confessing to her. And it wasn’t like how I planned either. Guys like me would also like a similar confession scene as the one Rain did to Song Hye Kyo in Full House. Not in the ing rain and after that being chased by a ’s big men and having my wife kidnapped by some psycho!!!!!!

            The guys threw me off at some ally and left me there.

            “She only wanted ______,” I heard one of them say.

            So this is what Tiffany meant by her little threatening message?

            I needed to go find her.

            What I first needed was some shoes, so I started to head home. But when I reached the driveway I found Tiffany standing in front of my house, arms crossed. But before I could say, or do anything, I heard a few footsteps behind me. I saw a few of her men, right in front of me. But before I could even react to that, my vision went black as well.

            What just happened?

Listen to (Run Devil Run by SNSD): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_gfD3nvh-8

No One’s POV:

            “So you’ll do it?” Tiffany asked.

Jennifer nodded. “Of course I will. Hate that _______ as much as you do, so it should be no problem. But the pay is mandatory. At the price too. No exceptions.”

“Good. Then I guess we have a deal.”

“Agreed.”

            Jaejoong lay there on his bed, unconscious, as a few of Tiffany’s men stripped him down. They positioned him correctly, making this scene look as real as possible. Jennifer came out of the bathroom in a thin, silk robe.

            “You guys may leave now. The rest is according to me and Jennifer only,” Tiffany ordered.

            The men bowed and left. Tiffany turned to Jennifer and nodded. Jennifer slowly got into the bed with Jaejoong and loosened her robe so that it showed her chest.

            Tiffany smirked. Her plan to get Jaejoong and ______ to divorce…

            Was officially complete.

______’s POV:

When I woke up I found myself at a hotel room. And a real fancy one at that. But one look at the stationary on the drawer next to the bed told me that this wasn’t just any hotel. It was one of Tiffany’s hotels.

            “So you woke up.”

            I turned around to see Hyun Joong sitting in a chair beside my bed, legs crossed and a newspaper in his hands.

            “What…what are you doing here?” I asked.

            I noticed through the big open window that it was already dark out. The moon was up high in the sky and the rain had stopped.

            “Making sure you don’t run off,” Hyun Joong answered.

            “Why are you doing this?” I asked.

            “What do you mean?”

            “You know…helping Tiffany. I thought you changed.”

            “I’m a good actor. Can’t help it.”

            Couldn’t believe it. Hyun Joong had no sympathy for me at all.

            “Anywho,” Hyun Joong continued, “If you do this one task for me then I’ll let you go. And leave you and Jaejoong alone forever.”

            “Forever?”

            Hyun Joong nodded.

            I figured that this was safe enough. “Proceed.”

            Hyun Joong put down his newspaper. “There’s a banquet in Las Vegas that I’m supposed to attend with my parents tomorrow. They expect me to have a date.”

            “So? Just ask Tiffany.”

            “Can’t. It’d be too scandalous. You’re a much safer choice. I’m skipping school for it and I can get you out of it too. If you don’t agree to this, your only other option is to wait to die.”

            Was Tiffany that obsessive over Jaejoong?

            “And,” Hyun Joong continued, “I seriously don’t get why you broke up with me to be with him. I mean, he still sleeps with girls behind your back, if you haven’t noticed already.”

            “Wait…what?” I thought Jaejoong was over that phase.

            “Don’t believe him?” Tiffany suddenly appeared out of no where, her arms crossed as she stepped out of the shadows. “We can show you. If you want. But if you don’t agree to Hyun Joong’s deal and set off to Vegas tomorrow, you’re just asking to get killed.”

            “What do you mean when you say that you can show me that Jaejoong still plays with other girls?” I asked.

            “Right now should be relatively easy. He usually does it at night, after all,” Tiffany said.

            What was she talking about?

            “Hyun Joong, take her to my limo, and I’ll be there in a sec,” Tiffany commanded.

            Hyun Joong nodded and escorted me to the lobby downstairs and into a limo that was waiting by the curb of the front of the hotel.

            “Get in,” Hyun Joong ordered.

            I did as I was told and a few seconds later, Tiffany got inside as well. I didn’t know what they were planning, or what they had wanted to show me. Jaejoong confessed to me. He said that he loved me, didn’t he? Then what was all this rubbish that Tiffany and Hyun Joong were talking about? About Jaejoong still hanging out with girls behind my back? I looked at the time at the clock below the dashboard and it read: 11:30 PM. Pretty late…how long had they knocked me out?

            The limo pulled up in front of my house. Only one light was on, and I noticed it to be in Jaejoong’s room.

            “Get out, and you’ll see,” Tiffany said, her voice sharp.

            I cautiously got out of the limo and followed Hyun Joong inside the house.

            It was dark, as anybody could tell, and not a sound was stirring. Hyun Joong led me upstairs, and Tiffany followed closely behind me. Hyun Joong stopped me in front of Jaejoong’s room.

            “Show her,” Tiffany commanded.

            Hyun Joong nodded his head, and took a deep sigh. Then…

            He opened the door.

Listen to (Don’t Cry My Lover by DBSK<3): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOTpXmPvcJs

            At first, my eyes saw nothing. Only a big lump on Jaejoong’s bed. But as my eyes adjusted to the scene, I realized what was going on, what Tiffany and Hyun Joong were talking about. It took me a few seconds before I realized what I was seeing: Jaejoong was asleep and , on a bed with Jennifer. She was as well, except for a thin silk rope carelessly draped around her.

They had . And Jaejoong had just confessed to me this afternoon before I was knocked out. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. But the proof was right there in front of me. I felt Hyun Joong and Tiffany watching me, seeing my reaction. But I didn’t care. The big lump growing in my throat that was preventing me from crying was all I could think about now.

            Suddenly, Jennifer’s eyelids opened, and she awakened. She looked puzzled for a moment, before she started to gently wake up Jaejoong as well.

            “Oppa…” she said lazily as Jaejoong stirred around his bed. He rose up and rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes landed on me.

            But before he could say anything, I had already run out of there. The lump in my throat had burst, sending tears to follow. I ran down the stairs quickly, not caring if I trip or not. I heard Jaejoong calling after me, just like how he did when I had refused to kiss him just hours ago. I went outside and got into the limo, and cried in there. I saw Jaejoong run outside in his boxers and a loose T-shirt, looking around. When he didn’t see me he stomped back inside with a clenched fist. He looked so sorry, so full of remorse. But by then my heart had already been broken entirely. It’d take a miracle for him to put it back together.

No One’s POV:

“_______! ______!” Jaejoong yelled. But he knew that it was no use. You were already gone. He went back inside, up the stairs and into the bedroom, all out ready to hit someone.

            “Oppa, what’s going on?” Jennifer asked innocently, using her robe to cover her chest.

Jaejoong turned to her, and gave her a glare. “What the did you do?!”

            “You should’ve seen this coming,” Tiffany suddenly said as she approached him. “I warned you, didn’t I?”

            Jaejoong didn’t know that Tiffany would take it this far: to set up a scenario where he looked like the bad guy.

            “You think that I don’t know what you did?” Jaejoong asked Tiffany.

“Huh, of course I know that you know. But _______ doesn’t know, right? As long as she doesn’t know the meaning behind this event, then everything’s set.” Tiffany linked arms with Hyun Joong. “Enough said. Have fun without your wife Joongie. Then you’ll realize that you should’ve just stayed with me.”

            And with that, she left, leaving you with a broken heart and Jaejoong in a lot of trouble. 

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