Chapter five

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I woke in the morning with a pounding headache. My cell phone was ringing somewhere nearby. I stretched out my hand to get it, but I couldn’t reach. I stretched a little further and managed to knock it onto the bed so I could answer it.

“Hello?” I yawned.

“Dara! Where the hell are you? We’re supposed to be practicing,” an angry male voice shouted. I winced away from the sound and tried to get up, but Jiyong was near enough laying on top of me. He was pinning me on my stomach, his arm and leg thrown over me, and he was using my back as a pillow. It was actually surprisingly comfortable.

“Kenny?” I croaked, looking at my alarm clock, but the numbers were all blurry, I couldn’t make it out. I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them to see that the time was now 8:42 a.m.

!

“Yeah. Who the hell else do you think it’s going be? You were supposed to be here at eight thirty, Dara. Are you coming or what?” he asked, clearly annoyed.

“Um, yeah, I’m on my way.”

Jiyong groaned. “Tell him it’s Saturday and I’m tired, Angel,” he moaned into my back, making me giggle.

“Listen, Dara, kick that hot piece off out of your bed and get over here! We have a new routine, and you need to learn it,” Kenny said, sounding amused now, he’d obviously heard Jiyong. Kenny was the only person that knew that Jiyong stayed with me, he didn’t know the whole story as to why, but he knew that he did.

Jiyong drove me to my dance practice every Saturday, hung-over or not. His two stipulations were that I buy lunch, and not tell my brother. Both of which was fine with me. Seunghyun knew I danced but he had never actually seen me do it, I had a feeling he wouldn’t like it too much if he did. Jiyong and Kenny got on really well, which actually really surprised me at first because I wouldn’t have thought that a macho ice hockey player could be friends with an openly gay guy who likes to wear something pink every day. Shows how much I know.

“I’ll be there in a bit and I’ll bring doughnuts to apologize, OK?” I offered sweetly. I didn’t want him annoyed with me all morning; he would work me twice as hard.

He sighed. “Fine, just hurry up.”

I wriggled a little and pushed my cellphone back onto the side. “Ji, Kenny said I need to kick your hot out of my bed and get there, fast.” I chuckled.

He groaned and buried his face into my back. “Damn Saturdays are a pain in my ,” he muttered, rolling off of me onto his back. I turned my head to look at him; he was giving me his trademark smirk.

“Your t-shirt’s ridden up a bit there. Want me to get that for you?” he asked, looking down at my backside.

I quickly shot my hands down to feel that his t-shirt that I was wearing, was now up bunched up around my waist, which meant he had a clear view of my in my thong. I didn’t quite know where we stood after last night, but I think I had the right to a little. It’s not like he’d never seen me in my underwear before, he saw enough of me last night while I was being sick in just my underwear!

“No thanks. I got it.” I climbed out of the bed and stripped off his t-shirt, throwing it in his face so I was just standing there in my bra and .

“Thanks for the loan,” I said with a smirk, walking seductively over to my closet, trying to find some sweatpants or something I could wear to dance in. I heard him gasp then moan quietly and I bit my lip to stop the giggle escaping. The bedsprings creaked; suddenly his hot breath was blowing down my neck, making my whole body break out in goosebumps.

“So, am I allowed to touch you today?” he asked quietly.

Jeez, is he really asking for my permission? I turned to face him; he was standing directly behind me in just his boxers, looking like a Greek God.

“Um…. I don’t know…. do you want to?” I asked, a little unsure of myself. He’d been with so many girls before, all of them probably prettier than me, and that was my first real kiss last night for goodness sake, I bet I royally at it! He nodded his head eagerly; his eyes were locked on mine. He wasn’t even looking at my body even though I was almost , which made my stomach do a flip for some reason.

I stiffened as he lifted his hands, slowly, giving me the chance to stop him, he put them on my hips. His touch sent a hot flush to my skin and butterflies to my stomach. He pulled me forwards into his chest, and trailed his fingers slowly around to my back, one hand going up to grip the back of my neck lightly and the other hand tickling its way downwards. He brushed his hand over my gently, just once, before bringing it back up and putting it on the small of my back.

His eyes didn’t leave mine the whole time. Nervous excitement was racing through my body and I just stood there, frozen, not really knowing what I should do. This was all so totally new to me and I was almost scared to death, but in a good way somehow. He bent his head slowly and I felt my eyes widen, waiting for his soft lips to make contact with mine.

Just as they were about to connect, my cellphone rang again, making us both jump. We both looked at the phone, my heart was slowly returning to normal rate as I started to come back to reality. Jiyong was glaring at it, and I had the impression he was trying to shoot lasers out of his eyes to make it stop ringing. I giggled at his exasperated expression and pulled away from him to answer it. The caller ID said Kenny, again.

I sighed and flipped it open. “I said I’m on my way!” I rolled my eyes even though I knew he couldn’t see me.

“Just making sure you and your hot friend didn’t go back to sleep,” he said with a chuckle as he hung up. I snapped the phone shut and looked back at Jiyong; he was still watching me but was getting dressed at the same time. I smiled at him and he smiled back, it was nice.

Usually, he changed into daytime Jiyong in the morning, teasing me almost as soon as I wake up, but today he seems different. I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last. I went to my closet and grabbed a pair of black leggings and a tight white top that just covered my ; I grabbed fresh underwear and went to the bathroom to change.

As I walked past him, he grabbed my hand, making me stop. “You know you have the iest in the world, right?” he whispered, just before he pressed his lips to mine lightly, sending what felt like lightning bolts around my body.

When he let go, I just looked at him a little shocked. “Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls,” I mumbled, shaking my head and walking into the bathroom closing the door and taking a deep breath.

What’s wrong with me? Why was he making me feel like this? That’s Jiyong for goodness sake! He’s going to crush you and you’re going to end up like that damn Jessica, begging for his attention once he’s finished and got what he wanted.

But he wouldn’t do that to me. He’d spent every night with me for the last eight years. I needed him to be able to sleep, he kept my nightmares away. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? I trusted him to keep me safe, but could I trust him with my heart? I knew the answer to that was no, I couldn’t, but for some reason, I wanted to.

When I came out of the bathroom he was gone, but this wasn’t surprising. I walked over to my window to lock it as usual and I saw a small white daisy on my window sill. I looked out of the window and smiled, these flowers grew just outside my window, he must have picked one for me when he climbed out, and left it there knowing I would see it when I locked the window. My heart skipped a beat and I smiled, a little confused. That was so unlike Jiyong to do something like that.

I sighed as I tucked the little flower into my pony tail and then headed to the kitchen, grabbing two juice boxes. I scribbled a note for Seunghyun telling him that I had gone dancing and that I would help him clear up later if he would let Bom and CL come over to watch a movie tonight. I knew he would go for it, this was my usual bribe for helping him clear up after his parties; they would come over to ours in the evening and he would pay for pizza and a movie. All he had to