A/N: THOUGHTS ARE IN ITALICS

Jaejoong POV

Feeling rather thirsty I walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of ice water. Oh it was so refreshing in this smothering heat. Worse, Amara and I were in the same room and god! Her very divine presence (oh yes, she is my goddess) – it heats me up. On top of that, no thanks to our fake stunt in bed, my mind is going haywire.

In conclusion, I am eternally grateful to the bottle of water for cooling me down.

Yep, I love water. Cool water is jjang!

As I was gulping down the 1.5 litre bottle in one go, I couldn’t help but realize that Amara has failed to check up on her wound. The blood strain was dried up and the bandage seemed to have gotten old. Dreading that the wound would have attracted bacteria, I decided to clean it up.

I placed the bottle back into the fridge and walked to my bag of clothes to pull out a new handkerchief. Amara was sitting on the edge of the bed when I walked to her.

“Amara-chan, you forget about your injury” I pointed at her old bandage and volunteered, “Shall we clean it up?”

“Ahh this…” She showed her arm

“Yep” I nodded and knelt at the foot of the bed, opposite to her. “May I?” I asked, showing her my palm.

Her lips broke to that gorgeous smile of hers and I couldn’t help but smile dreamily back at her. I took the initiative of leaning forward and unclipping her bandage after which she began to remove it from her arm. I hated the sight of her blood over the cloth and forced in a calming breath. She abruptly halted her actions, hissing in pain when she pulled the end of the bandage.

Urgh! it has gotten pasted over her wound!

I gently held onto her soft skin and brought her arm closer to me. She was biting her lip in fright. “I’ll be gentle Amar-chan” I assured her and carefully pulled inch by inch of the stubborn piece of cloth. Her muscles flexed and I halted, but held onto her.

I just couldn’t let go of that soft sandalwood scented skin. Man, I seriously am going to try those herbal cosmetics I was given when I go back home.

Hopefully with her by my side…..

“Jaejoong-san, I think my wound isn't healed…” She softly muttered frightened when I continued. “I feel my skin being pulled”

“Which is why we should re-dress” I explained. “Just hold on, I’m almost done”

She showed signs of hesitant retrieval but I held onto her arm, pulling it closer to me. She winced when I pulled the last bit of bandage and cotton off her wound.

“Hold on” I informed her and stood up. Grabbing an unused hand towel, I headed to the shower and wet it with some warm water. Coming back, I got back on my knees and fermented the surrounding skin with the damp cloth and gently blew over her wound. To my relief it wasn’t deep and seemed to be almost dried up, except for the part where I had to forcefully pull off the dressing.

“I guess we’ll leave it unbandaged so that it can get some air.” I concluded “I think it shouldn’t be always bandaged” I continued whilst fermenting once more. “Whatcha thinking Amara-chan?”

To my confusion, she didn’t reply. Feeling her warm breath fan my fringe I looked ahead, only to realise how close I was to her face.

It seemed as if the world stopped spinning, all suddenly going in super slow motion and my eyes drowning into hers, observing them wander around my facial features. Coming to see, she has quite wide eyes like us and it made me wonder about her birth parents.

A part of me, a teeny-weeny part of me screamed that she might be Korean and it paced my heart in excitement. I always wanted to marry a Korean, haven’t I?

Then again, she was adopted in Japan…. And therefore can be Japanese by birth

But why am I feeling her hot breath hit harder as time passed?

My eyes stopped dead on her lips when she pulled her bottom lip behind her teeth. My very soul pole-volted at the sight of that bottom lip fall back in place, wet and moist after being by her tongue.

No Jaejoong! Don’t

No! No! No! NO! DON’T YOU DARE!

NO! DON’T GO CLOSER!

NOPE! HEY! NO! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER NOW!

But no! My hand found its way towards her face. Oh god! Oh god! OH MY GOD! She was nearing on her own accord. My blood sang in joy feeling her fingers hesitantly grip my other arm and gently head towards my shoulder.

No! I couldn’t hold on anymore. There was no freaking way I would break away.

A gently push from my lower body and oh! I saved her the trouble of doing the work. It was gentle, oh so gentle – little smooches that never ended, but soon my thigh muscles began to burn and I had no option but to stand.

God! She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me to her, forcing me to fall over her lean oh-so-y body.

The beast in me sprung to life, yearning for more, coaxing me to get more intimate, for me to show her how much I hav