Seulgi woke up from with a slight headache.  She pried her eyes open, hoping they hadn’t crusted over.  She couldn’t even remember if she had taken her makeup off the night before.  Seulgi wasn’t the type to care much about pimples but she wouldn’t be happy if she got them for not cleaning her face.  She groaned and stretched, then froze when her arm hit a fleshy lump next to her.

She turned her head and nearly screamed at the sight of Kim Jongin sleeping next to her.  She shot straight up and shook him, trying to get him to wake up.  The memories of last night had come to her all the while.  He sniffed and his eyes slowly opened.  

A smile stretched across his face when he saw her.  “Good morning sweetheart.”

Seulgi crossed her arms and glared at him.  “What are you doing here and why are you in my bed?”

A tinge of fear was coursing through her.  She couldn’t help but think about her father and what would have happened if he came home to see them together.  Her father didn’t come home much these days but when he did, he was never in the best mood.  Seulgi wanted to avoid anything that would in slightest way aggravate him, especially when she was already planning to do it on Christmas Day.

Jongin looped his arm around her waist, and pulled her back onto the bed and into his chest.  She molded into him, unable to stay angry with him.  She could feel his warmth.  The way his arms enclosed her felt safe in a way.  She knew that he would never let anything happen to her if he could help it.  She trusted him that much.

Seulgi supposed it was intended to be romantic.  These were the types of scenes in movies that would make your heart flutter and confirm the two main leads were in love.  Seulgi now knew that was utter crap.  She didn’t feel like she was in love.  Her heart wasn’t beating fast.  She didn’t have any sudden urge to kiss him or say anything cheesy.  She just felt comfortable, laying there in his arms.  

“I didn’t want to leave you alone last night,” he said, answering her question.

Seulgi sighed.  “It’s not that I don’t want you here.  I was just worried about if my dad might have seen us.”

“I wouldn’t let him hurt you,” Jongin said.  “I don’t want him to hurt you ever again.”

Seulgi knew that.  He’d said that countless times.  The thing was, her father hadn’t done anything to her since Thanksgiving.  He was barely even coming home these days.  She didn’t know where he was but she didn’t really care either.  She would rather he didn’t come around than have to tiptoe around to avoid him.

“Jongin, I’m still mad at you,” Seulgi reminded him.

Jongin shut his eyes and Seulgi could tell he was trying extremely to figure out what to say, but she didn’t want a rehearsed speech.  She wanted the truth.  It wasn’t fair that he knew everything about her and she had no clue about the troubles he was having.  If he wanted to be with her, he would have to be honest.  

“I’m afraid of telling you,” he admitted.

“Why?” Seulgi asked.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,”  Jongin said.  

Seulgi’s thought instantly drifted to the first day after she’d met him.  Seungwan had brought up the fact they had a moment in the hallway.  She remembered how Joohyun had reacted.  Her friend seemed to think he’d killed someone and she’d been afraid.  Seulgi had been sure she’d been overreacting at the time, but now she wasn’t so sure.  Could it be possible she’d been right?

“Well if you don’t tell me then I guess you don’t have a girlfriend,” Seulgi drawled and detached herself from him.  She scooted over to the side of the bed and began looking for her slippers.  

Jongin threw the blankets off them and gave her a sour look.  He seemed to be feeling personally attacked which was exactly what Seulgi was going for.  She didn’t need someone secretive in her life.  As much as she liked Jongin, it just wasn’t the way she wanted to be with him.  

“I steal cars,” Jongin blurted out.  “By any means that I can.”

Seulgi paused and turned back around to face him.  He looked tired.  There were dark circles under his eyes.  One look at him and it was as if he had aged fifty years.  Seulgi didn’t know how someone like Jongin could even be capable of stealing cars.  She had been so sure his bad boy image was fake, but the clich