A/N:

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I have no idea why I chose a Yoochun pic instead of Jaejoong. LOL

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THOUGHTS ARE IN ITALICS. Font in purple is spoken in English.

 

Jaejoong POV

 

“Music?” I ask

“Ok” She replies in a flat tone.

“You ok?” I investigate

“Yep” She nods.

“Ok” I mutter and turn on the radio.

Some Indian classical station was played and I instantly changed until I found an English station.

Leaning back, I made myself comfortable and drove ahead.

Are we going in the right path? I don’t know.

I don’t care.

Hopefully, we’re not taking some shortcut and reach Chennai anytime sooner.

Why am I bothered about that now? Well, it seems I’ve gotten used to driving in the right side. Since I love driving fast, I am struggling to not hit the accelerator too fast.

Amara was wearing a red t-shirt and black ripped jeans and I couldn’t help but grin like a fool since they were my favorite colors. Her hands rested on her thighs and her bandage had a shot of red.

“Blood!” I pointed at her arm. She stared at my muttering in Korean and later looked at her arm. “Hospital?”

“No. it’s just a deep scrape.”

Assuming that she said that it was nothing, I nodded understandingly but the darn blood was keeping me at the edge of the seat. No, it can’t be a scrape. It had to be a deep wound.

“Why fall?” I asked.

“I thought someone followed me”

Oh goodie, I don’t understand.

“I thought” She gestured her thinking “That someone followed me”

“Follow?” I verified.

“Yes” She nodded.

So that is the English word for ‘follow’ I see…

Soon she began to nod her head for the music and I smiled in content, happy that her strangely stern demeanor had gone.

I want to talk but I don’t know what to talk.

Hell, I don’t know how to talk to her and I hate typing everything on the translator since that cuts off any personal interaction.

But I have no other option but to use that, haven’t I?

Then again, I’m driving and I shouldn’t use my phone.

 

Speaking of phones, I need her number.

“Amara”

“Yep”

“Number”

“What number?”

I threw her my phone.

“Ohh, my contact number?” She asked. I nodded focusing on the road. Geez! Too many speed bumps!

To my confusion, she didn’t bother to type in her number.

“Yah” I gently poked her arm close to her shoulder, far away from her injury. “Type”

“I don’t know mine” She sighed. “I seem to have lost the SIM card and didn’t bother to check up on the number”

She shook her head sideways and I couldn’t help but frown.

Can’t this woman give her number now?!

WHAT THE HELL?!

Worse, the clouds began to grumble and down poured the rain. She flinched, shutting her eyes whenever the lightning struck and I too was very cautious to drive.

“Why don’t we take a break Jae?” She broke the ice. “How about the mall over there?”

I nodded understanding and changed lanes to turn towards the huge building. Turning off the ignition the both of us slumped back to lean on the back of our seats.

 

SILENCE.

 

Well, I didn’t bother to talk to her.

I’m angry with her.

Yep, nappeun yeoja chingu.

 

She stone glances at me every now and then but I continued to stare at the movie poster like it was the most interesting thing I’ve seen.

Well, the actress is actually attractive I must say….

“Wanna watch it?” She snapped me from my daze

“Huh?”

“You” She pointed at me “want to” She now pointed at the poster “watch that?” She pointed at her eyes and back at the poster.

My lips broke into a smile. The effort she puts to make me understand is just amazing. Only when she is completely out of options, she resorts to the phone.

Why can’t I behave like that? Follow her style and attempt to relay my feelings?

“Want to go?” She pointed to the entrance.

“Ok” I muttered.

She was about to open but I stopped her. Quickly running to back of the car I pulled out my jacket. Jogging to her side, I opened the door. Making sure to over her head with my leather jacket, I stepped forward but she pulled my top.

Words cannot describe the blow my body felt right now. It was just a grip over my top and I heated up.

Like a puppet pulled by strings, I stepped closer to her.

Under my jacket.

“Walk Jae.” She whispered with a smile and my very soul shivered. I swear a pulse of electricity shot from my head to my foot.

Did I get hit by lightning?

Nah, it's my baby's magical touch.

 

We walked quite quickly into the building and stepped further in. It was crowded and had a vast variety of stores from clothes, food to electronics. It seems she had pulled me right under the jacket and her sleeve was wet. Hesitantly, I pulled out my handkerchief and gave it to he