It's already been three days out of our two week suspension and I'm ready to shoot myself. Being with Eunhyuk with nothing to do is my worst nightmare. He's got nothing better to do but annoy me and piss me off. He knows he's doing it too, which seems to motivate him to find new ways to get to me. He refuses to wear clothes as well. He walks around the house as if it were the mot normal thing in the world. Then he calls me out for staring. He can't blame me! He's the perfect piece of eye candy. If he doesn't want me to stare then he should put some damn pants on, or at least some boxers.

His ual advances are sickening me. He's been a load of my firsts too, and I'm not to thrilled about that. I never went out of my way to turn someone on before I met him. I never saw someone before I met him, and damn, was he something to look at. unfortunately, I saw IU in the buff too. Just the thought of it makes bile rise in my throat. He's changing me. I'm starting to go out of my way to piss the people I don't like off, just like him. Normally, if I didn't like someone I would make my opinion cleared then I'd ignore them and never associate myself with them again. No, I wouldn't take the easy way out. If two people don't like each other they shouldn't waste their time with each other, but Eunhyuk doesn't seem to understand that. It's that or he's too stupid to process that simple fact of life in his tiny head.

I've been in Korea for about a week. I have to say that I love it. I've come to learn that a lot more people are open about their uality here too. Maybe this will be the year that I finally get my first boyfriend. A small smile made it's way onto my lips at the thought of having my first boyfriend. Of course my level of inexperience worries me. What if everyone here finds it embarrassing and laughs at me? My worrying is going to be the death of me, I swear.

I looked at the clock and realized that this would be a good time to call Dongso, so that's what I did. I waited for him to pick up and I laughed when he did. "Hello, welcome to rent-a-. We're open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and have the best around. How may we be of service to you today?"

I laughed and went along with it. "Hi, I'm looking for someone who'd be willing to give me a . Then depending on how hot they are, I'd probably have them blow me. They have to be male, too. The problem is I have this huge obsession with superheroes, so I'd need someone to play Robin to my Batman, outfit and all."

I heard Dongso burst into laughter then there was a soft thud. "Ow, I just fell off my bed I was laughing so hard." I chuckled. "That was funny as , Donghae. Imagine if it were real. We should totally prank call a stripper and do it."

"Nah, I'm fine. I've unfortunately got my own personal stripper by the name of Eunhyuk. I don't know if I should be enjoying his advances or if I should be slightly disgusted. To be honest, it's a bit of both."

"Both, always both. If he's as hot as you say he is of course you should enjoy it, but the fact that he's doing it to mess with you is a total turn off. Then again, a is a ." I could practically hear the devious smirk that made its way onto his face through the phone.

" much?" He chuckled. "If you must know, he's not even stripping. He's just walking around stark ."

"Seriously? Does he not have any parents?"

"I don't know. I've only met his mom and that was for about thirty minutes because she had to come home and repack for a new business trip, so she's a workaholic. She's successful though, because he lives in this huge house."

"What about his pop?"

"I don't think he has a father figure around. He's never mentioned one and there's no pictures around the house of one. From what I've gathered from the students in school he grew up without one."

"Well that obviously explains his behavior, but it seems like his problems really run deep."

"You're totally right, but I've yet to figure it all out. You have to remember that I haven't been living with him long. I mean, I'm sick of the fighting. I don't want to have to deal with this for an entire year!" I fell back onto my bed.

"Well I see a few options."

"Shoot."

"One, you could just give in to his advances and let him have his way with you then he'd get sick of you. I know you though, and you'd never do that. Your first time should never be something just thrown away to get a person off your back." I rubbed my eyes and grunted my agreement. "Two, you could try to talk to him and see if you guys can be friends."

"That one seems least likely, but once we hang up I'll give it a shot."

"That's all you can do," he reassured me. "Three, you could continue ignoring him and deal with this the entire year. Or four, keep playing his game until one of you break." I wouldn't admit this out loud, but option four seemed to be my favorite. If I said that out loud he'd be really be disappointed in me. I've changed so much in such a short time.

"Alright, I'm gonna go give it a go. Thanks for being there for me to talk to."

"It's no problem. Your life is so entertaining. It's like a soap! Evil witches, jealous best friends, the hot guy that everyone wants but no one can have. Priceless."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye Dongso. Talk to you soon."

"Bye dear."

I got off my bed after hanging up my cell phone and throwing it on the bed lightly. I made my way downstairs to find Eunhyuk in the kitchen. He's just as good of a cook as his mom, and I never hesitate to point that out to him. His response is always just a grunt. I'm not sure if it's because he doesn't like getting complemented, or because he's not used to them. Or maybe it's because he's not used to compliments being genuine. Most people tend to say anything they can think of if they think it will get his attention. It's rather sad, if you ask me.

"Wow, you're actually wearing clothes." I stated, feigning shock and slowly moving my hand up to my mouth to over exaggerate the feeling.

He grunted. "It's not for you. My mother stopped in to drop some more money off and I can't walk around in the buff in front of her." He said mother like the very essence of the word sickened him. He's got a lot of family problems. I pity him. What's the point of having such a nice life if the people who are supposed to be enjoying themselves right along side you aren't there for the ride? I realize now it truly was my mission to get him to open up.

I sat down at the table waiting for him to finish whatever he was cooking for dinner. "Why do you hate your mother so much?" I Inquired, truly curious. I wanted to know and I wanted more insight into the tangled web that is Lee Eunhyuk.

"Why do you think?" He grunted out as he put a bowl of fettucini alfredo with chicken in front of me, along with a glass of coke. Before I answered I was struck with the sudden realization that this was the most normal conversation we've had in a while. That's sort of absurd if you ask me. "Is it cause she's never around. I mean, it's impossible for a women that's never around to be like a mother."

"You could say that," he muttered. I had a feeling he didn't want to delve deeper into the issue so I let it be.

I decided to change the focus of the conversation, but kept the subject on his family. "What about your father? What's his story?"

He looked up at me, anger very clear in his eyes. "Why the do you care?" he sneered.

"I don't know. I'm curious. Plus, I'm stuck with you for another fifty-one weeks. I need to know if I should be expecting to wake up to a strange man that I've never met before."

He could see that my answer made sense, but you could still see that he was reluctant to answer. He put his fork down and stared at me for a few moments, dissecting me with his eyes. "If you must know," he began, "my father skipped out on us when I was a newborn. He wasn't ready for a family even though he and my mother were married and he divorced her. We haven't heard from him since." He bit off each word, like he really didn't want to tell me anything.

I reached over and patted his knee. "I'm sorry."

"I don't want your pity!" he screamed. "You probably have it perfect. I don't want any pity. Pity is for the weak!"

"My family is definitely not perfect," I said, barely above a whisper.

He barked out a laugh. "Yeah, right. Tell me, Donghae, if your family isn't perfect what is it?"

He's pissing me off. I try to be kind and this is how he repays me! I stand up, slamming my hands on the table, and leaning towards him. "You know nothing about me! My family isn't perfect at all. We're poor as dirt and barely make it by! And I don't even have a Dad! He died three years ago, right before my mother gave birth to my baby sister! She never even got to meet him! I may not even go to college because I have to fully rely on a full ride scholarship! So if you want to sit there and complain about how much of a horrible life you have, imagine how bad it is for me!" I kicked the chair I was sitting on down and stomped up to my room, punching the wall.

When I slammed my door, I realized I threw yet another diva tantrum. Great.

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I was laying down on the daybed in my room, reading. Reading always calms me down. I don't care what kind of book it is. It could be a horror novel and it could still calm me down. Reading never seemed to fail me. I glanced up as I heard my door creak open to reveal a nervous looking Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk doesn't get nervous. Something's up.

I lightly tossed my book onto my bed after doggy-earing the page and sat up, staring at him intently. I haven't exactly decided how to feel about my outburst from earlier. It feels good to be able to talk about my dads death, just because I haven't talked about it since the funeral, but at the same time I did it because he tricked me into it. It wasn't something I willingly wanted to talk about until I was ready. I can't believe I actually thought he'd care. Serves me right for thinking he was a good person. He's never getting my sympathy again, that's for sure.

He walked over to me and I laid down on the daybed trying to get the message across that I didn't want him there without having to voice it. He completely missed it and climbed over me to sit against the wall, his knees pressed up against my side. He was visibly tense. I rolled my eyes. If he's here to play mind games he should just go away, because I'm not biting. He put his hand on my knee, looking like he was trying to apologize through his eyes.

"What do you want?" I barked out.

He rubbed the back of his head while laying down next to me. I guess he thought trying to get comfortable would help ease the situation a bit. "Look, I normally don't do this so I don't exactly know how to say it, but I apologize. I know what it's like to not have a Dad obviously. I may not have grown up with one, but in the end, we both don't have one."

I laughed. "I don't want your pity." I threw back at him, copy writing one of his lines again. I tried to get up to get away from him but he grabbed my hand and pulled be back down, laying himself on top of me and pinning his hands above my head so I couldn't escape. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Dammit, Donghae. You should be ing thanking me. I never do like this."
 
"I don't want your pity," I repeated again while squirming, trying to get him to let me go. He just put more of his weight on me and tightened his grip. I hate to admit it, but it was kind of . Shhhh.

"I really am sorry."

"Prove it." I laughed. He's probably just doing it for attention. This isn't him, and we both know that. He's probably trying to get on my good side so he can just knock me down again.

"I don't know how to prove it." He responded honestly. A questioning look in his eyes. Damn, he's a good actor.

"Find a way then," I responded evasively. I closed my eyes. I figured if I blocked him out and ignored him while showing no interest in the conversation he would go away. Boy, was I wrong.

After a few minutes of nothing being said I felt his body weight shift and he lifted his body up off of mine, loosening his grip on my hands. I guess he was preparing to get off me and leave the room. The second the thought crossed my mind I was proven wrong due to the fact that he brought his body back down onto mine, slamming me into the daybed.

My eyes flew open in shock at the movement. I didn't know how to react. I looked up and saw his face inches away from mine, a look of ferocity in his eyes. Our noses were less then an inch away from touching. I watched as an evil smirk graced his gorgeous mouth before he lifted himself off me and slammed down again. I accidentally let lost a really soft groan. My body was reacting by itself, liking what he was doing. I was looking around frantically full of shock, fear, lust, amazement, confusion. He kept up the pattern and I slowly got hard. He never once quickened his slow pace, just kept slamming into me hard, but slow. I could feel myself getting hard, and I already knew he was hard too from when he went down on me.

With an unusually hard upwards and down from him a real moan escaped my lips. My eyes suddenly rolling back in my head. He smirked as he lifted himself up again only to immediately slam himself back down, quickening his pace and never letting go of my arms. Our s were rubbing against each other through our jeans and the friction was amazing. We both simultaneously let out a chorus of moans as he brought himself down on me again.

He bent his head so it was resting against my neck. He wasn't trying to attack me or scare me, but situate himself better. His hurried breathing was even more, and his hot breath fanning across my neck made me let our a small groan. It suddenly dawned on me that the reason he was doing this was to apologize to me. This was his form of apology. He doesn't know any other way to apologize, but to thank a person with ual favors. If this wasn't an apology he'd probably be ing me senseless by now, not caring what I thought. Here he's only continuing when I prove that I like what he's doing, and I'm at the point where I don't think I could tell him to stop. He too realized this and slowly loosened his grip on my wrists until they were completely free. He brought both of his hands down to my hips, gripping tightly.

I wound one of my hands in his hair, pulling on a clump rather roughly. This earned a very y animalistic moan from him. God, was that hot. I continued doing it while my other hand grabbed a handful of his and squeezed. I had no idea where this side of me was coming from, but god, did I like it. I did everything my body wanted me to do without second guessing myself.

He continued bringing his hips down on mine, roughly grinding into me. He wasn't letting up any time soon. We were going so hard I bet we were making a dent in the cushions beneath us, but I didn't care. He started to bring my hips upwards to meet his as he down on me, increasing the level of friction. Once I realized what he wanted me to do I started bucking and meeting his s on my own, one of my hands still on his while the other ran down his back, clawing at it. I heard him let loose a happy grunt and his hands moved to my . As we continued grinding against me he started squeezing, grabbing, slapping, kneading my , and I was definitely not going to tell him to stop.

We continued increasing our pace and strength with every . Soon I felt this unusual feeling in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't anything I've ever felt before, and it felt really ing good. My s started to become weird and jerky as the feeling in my stomach grew. Eunhyuk sensed that I was feeling something, because soon his s were becoming jerky as well. "I'm close," he said huskily into my ear, his breath fanning across my neck, his teeth accidentally rubbing against my earlobe. After ten more s my back arched in ecstasy. I came screaming "oh my god! oh my god!" the entire time. Eunhyuk soon followed grunting, "holy , holy , holy ." We continued ing until both of our s were done. He took a hand off of my to rub me through my jeans, and tap me gently, putting his body weight back onto me.

I lay there panting, wet, and sticky wondering what the hell just happened. "Take that as your form of apology," he whispered huskily, still out of breath as he ran a hand up my body. I couldn't look at him. He got up slowly and walked out of my room, pulling the door closed behind him.

The only coherent thought running through my mind was holy , that seriously just happened. I just ing ed with lee Eunhyuk and Iliked it. I want to do it again. I don't regret a second of it. What the is this boy doing to me?

"!" I screamed to relieve the confusion and anger that was building up inside me.

What the hell am I turning into? Why am I allowing him to do stuff like this to me? Is my body trying to tell me something?

Oh God, I still can't believe that just happened.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, falling into bed , not bothering to put clothes on. I was still in some form of shock. I have a feeling that somethings going to happen soon. Whether it was bad or good I wouldn't know, but something big is coming.

With those thoughts, I slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.