Chapter Three

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I woke at six o’clock as usual to my alarm going off; I silenced it and tried, unsuccessfully, to move away from Jiyong. I had my head on his chest and my leg draped over his crotch, which as usual, was already full of the ‘morning glory’ that happened to all boys. He had his hand on my knee, pinning my leg there, and his other arm wrapped tightly around my waist. As I tried to move, he tightened his hold, mumbling something in his sleep about not wanting to go to college anymore.

I moved my arm and tapped his stomach. “Six o’clock,” I mumbled, tapping him again when he didn’t open his eyes.

He groaned and tightened his grip, pulling me so that I was completely on top of him. I could feel his pressing between my legs. I gasped at the feel of it, it was strange but it actually felt nice. What the hell is wrong with me? This is Jiyong for goodness sake! I tried to wriggle free, but it just made us rub together in places that I would rather not think about my brother’s man- of a best friend touching. My body started to tingle and I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped from my lips. Oh my God, that actually feels nice!

“Jiyong!” I whisper yelled at him.

He snapped his eyes open and looked at me, shocked. His expression quickly changed to his trademark smirk, which I wanted to slap right off of his face.

“Well good morning, Angel. Wow, this is a first,” he purred, raising his eyebrows, his smile amused.

“Will you let go of me for goodness sake?” I whisper yelled at him. He raised his hands in an I surrender fashion and I quickly rolled off him.

“It’s six,” I grumbled, frowning.

He rolled onto his side to look at me. “OK. Don’t be mad at me all day today, please. I didn’t know I did that, I’m sorry, Angel, OK?” he whispered, kissing my forehead before quickly climbing out of the bed and throwing on his clothes.

“OK, whatever,” I mumbled, settling into his warm spot in the bed where he had been laying.

“I’ll see you later.” He shot me a wink before climbing out of my window. Rolling over, I buried my face into his pillow, I could still smell him and it made me feel safe and calm. I drifted back to peaceful sleep for another hour.

After getting dressed more peacefully than yesterday, I stuck in my iPod and was happily dancing down the hallway when I spotted him eating my cereal again. Every freaking day! I sighed and stole the bowl out of his hands.

“Damn it, Jiyong, there’s like four other kinds of cereal in the cupboard and you only eat mine! Why? Do you do it just to piss me off?” I asked, frowning, as I started munching on my breakfast.

“Good morning to you too, Angel,” he said politely, with an amused smile on his face.

“Right, hi.” I plopped down and eating my cereal as Seunghyun came into the kitchen.

“Hey, guys, you nearly ready to go?” Seunghyun asked, throwing us each a juice box as usual. We both nodded and headed to Jiyong’s car.

As I got to school, Nickhun grabbed me and pulled me off for a talk. “What’s up?” I asked, concerned. He actually looked a little frantic; his hair was all messy, it looked as if he had been pulling on it or running his hands through it a lot, his eyes were tight with stress.

“I forgot it’s Tiffany’s birthday tomorrow, and I have no idea what to get her!” he cried desperately, running his hands through his hair roughly, confirming my earlier suspicions about the style.

“Calm down, you’ve still got time. Now, what sort of thing does she like?” I asked, thinking about Tiff and all the things I knew about her.

“I wanted to get her something she could keep, but I don’t know what….” He closed his eyes, obviously panicking.

“Nick, calm down. How about some pretty earrings? She likes studs, right? You could also get her a new jewelry box or something to put them in,” I suggested.

His face brightened. “Yeah! She has this like old crappy jewelry box at the moment. That’s a great idea! Oh God thank you, Dara. I owe you big time! I’m gonna skip this morning so I can go get it,” he said, smiling excitedly and running off, shouting bye over his shoulder. I walked back to the school and noticed that there was hardly anyone around.

Holy crap, am I late? I started to run down the hallway; I could see Jiyong and a couple of his friends walking towards me.

“Slow down, Angel, you’ll fall,” Jiyong shouted, smirking at me as I half ran, half walked towards him. As I passed him, he stuck his foot out tripping me up, but before I hit the floor he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me upright.

“Jeez, Angel, I know I’m hot, but you don’t need to fall at my feet,” he teased, making all his friends laugh. I slapped him hard on the chest, glaring at him.

“Oh I like it a bit rough, Angel, you know that,” he said, smiling wickedly. He still hadn’t let go of my waist, he stepped forward and pressed his body against mine, his hands slipped down to my .

“Mmm nice,” he purred in my ear.

I hated being touched; it brought back memories of my Father. I gasped, and before I could even think about what I was doing, I jerked my leg up and kneed him in the balls. He grunted and let go quickly, bending in half and clutching his groin.

“Keep your ing hands off me!” I shouted, trying not to cry. I was struggling to breathe and my hands were shaking.

I turned to run away but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him. “Angel, I was only joking around, you know I’d never hurt you,” he moaned. His voice cracked slightly, it sounded like he was in pain.

He looked straight into my eyes; I could see the honesty in his deep blue watery eyes. He pulled me into a hug and put his lips to my neck, just where it joined my shoulder and breathed deeply through his nose, sending his hot breath blowing down my neck and back. This is what he always did to calm me down when I would sob on his shoulder; this was the only thing that seemed to work. I could feel his heart beating fast against my chest, so I focused on matching my breathing to the pace of his. I breathed in his smell until I had calmed myself down. I pulled back and he was just looking at me, sorrow clear across his face.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, Angel, I didn’t think,” he said apologetically.

I nodded and sniffed, wiping my face on my sleeve. “I’m sorry too. Did I hurt you?” I asked, wincing at the thought of how hard I had kneed him.

He shrugged. “I’m OK, it was my fault,” he replied, bending to look into my eyes again. I looked away quickly, feeling uncomfortable. I had a feeling that when Liam looked into my eyes, he could see the real me, the one I tried to hide from everyone, the scared little girl that doesn’t like people to touch her because it brought back memories of those Sundays and my father leading me over to the couch, guiding me to sit on his lap.

When people touched me, even girls, my heart went into overdrive and I always start to feel sick. The only exceptions to this are my mom, Seunghyun, and Jiyong. This was the exact reason that I didn’t date. The thought of someone touching me or kissing me, made my skin crawl.

I looked away from him and noticed that he had a big wet patch on his shoulder where I had been crying. I wiped it, frowning. “I ruined your shirt.”

“I’ve got others, Angel, don’t worry,” he replied with an easy smile, it wasn’t a smirk that he gave other people, it was a genuine smile, the ones I usually only get at night or when no one was around.

I looked around and realized we were alone in the hallway; I gasped in shock. “Where?” I muttered, looking up and down the hallway desperately.

“They went to class,” he answered.

“Come on, there’s no point going in late, so let’s go get a drink or something.” He pulled me by the hand to the parking lot, towards his car.

“Ji, what? I can’t skip class!” I cried, glancing around quickly to see if anyone noticed two students just waltzing out of the school.

He laughed. “Come on, Angel, one class won’t hurt. You’re already ten minutes late for it anyway.” He opened the passenger door and gestured for me to get in.

I sighed and reluctantly climbed in. I didn’t really mind spending time with Jiyong but it just depended on which Jiyong would be here with me, the night or the day one. Night Jiyong was considerate, loving and thoughtful. Day Jiyong was a flirt, , and a jerk. However, both night and day Jiyong’s made me feel safe and protected. I turned to look at him while he was driving; he had a small smile on his face.

“What’s up with you?” I asked, a bit concerned this was going to turn into some sort of joke that would end badly for me or embarrass me.

“What do you mean? I can’t be happy that we’re spending some time together?” he asked, giving me a flirty wink. I rolled my eyes and groaned. Great, an hour with daytime Jiyong is my worst nightmare.

I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going so I was surprised when we pulled into the parking lot for the ice rink. He grinned and got out; I followed him with a frown. “What are we doing here?” I asked as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. Maybe they had a good café inside or something, that was the only reason I could think of for him to bring me here.

He ignored my question. “Hi, two please,” he said to the lady behind the counter, handing over the money. I gasped; we were actually going to skate? I’d been skating a few times in my life but I was completely terrible at it.

“You need skate hire?” the lady asked with a friendly grin while her eyes roamed over Jiyong's body discreetly.

“Yeah, an eleven and a five please,” he replied, winking at me. I frowned as he spoke, wondering how on earth he knew my shoe size.

She passed him two sets of skates and he grinned again, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the benches.