“Do you have any relative, siblings or friends here in Korea?” Jaejoong poured the hot steaming tea into the mugs. A part of him felt a little awkward at the presence of a woman in his house. He never brought anyone there, not even his family and now, out of sudden attraction, he generously invited an attractive lady he found on the street to his place.

For all he knows, she could be a serial killer on the loose, a thief or maybe...a vamp! Jaejoong shook his head, trying to clear away all unhappy thoughts from his brain.

“No, I don’ have anyone here. My family is in Japan.” replied Meisa, searching through her tons of clothing for a suitable PJ. They just met and barely knew each other, so first impression is quite important. Something not too daring or he would misinterpret it as a ‘ Me’ sign.

“No, not this one. Not this one either. Definitely not this one.” she mumbled to herself as she rummaged the poor suitcase.

Meisa stopped, staring at her suitcase in horror.

Oh, craps! She didn’t have anything close to decent and she wasn’t even sure if she had one back at home. It’s either too revealing or...too revealing, besides that, nada!

“What brought you here?” he asked again.

Darn, triple darn! Her only choice now is jeans and wool cashmere though she prefers something much more comfortable like her favourite baby blue negligee.

Just for tonight, Meisa. Just for tonight. She reminded herself.

“I’m looking for my fut...I’m looking for someone.” struggling to put on her jeans, she stumbled backward with a thud.

Jaejoong frowned as he looked at his bedroom door.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh yeah!” was her replied.

He shrugged and resumed stirring the ramen on the stove. Being alone required lots of surviving skill and cooking is one of them. Jaejoong likes cooking his own food if he had the chance. It’s his way of pampering himself after tiring days at work. Sadly, there’s none to compliment or critic this expertise of his as people seems to focus more on his ability to handle and manage business.

“Someone? Must be someone important then, for you to come all the way from Japan and went through lots of trouble just to find her.” he felt a sudden tinge of jealousy struck him right through his heart.

A boyfriend?

Instead of bursting out with the question, Jaejoong chose to keep his mouth shut. Enough with the damages for today and he certainly doesn’t want to give her another wrong impression. Not if he’s planning to take their new unnamed relationship a step further.

“You can say that.”Meisa said, making the man turned instantly. She gave him a nervous smile, fiddling with her fingers. Her wet hair fell on her shoulder, giving her nothing but an oh-so y looks.

Jaejoong gulped.

A part of him started to regret for bringing her back with him. Keeping his hormones in control was never a problem before because Jaejoong has always considered himself a professional, both in works and in relationship (though he never really had one). But now, with this beautiful stranger in his house, surviving the night would be one hell of a tough job.

“Ahemm, don’t get me wrong. I know you’re a fashionistas and yes, I think you look great but jeans and cashmere at night? Seriously?” he handed her the steaming mug and led her to the living room.

Meisa took a seat beside him, blushing furiously.

 “This is all the decent clothes I have unless you don’t mind me half in your house, which in this case I actually do mind even if you don’t mind.” she said in just one breath while staring at the steaming object in her hand. Meisa slowly brought the mug to and took a sipped, welcoming the energy back into her body,

Upon hearing that, Jaejoong couldn’t help but chuckled.

“Let me get you something decent to wear then. Jamkahn mahn yo.” he stood up and walked towards his room. A minute later, he returned with an oversized jersey in his hand and handed it to her.

“Oh, kamsahamnida!” Meisa bowed slightly.

An awkward silence filled the air between them as both unable to come up with a suitable conversation. Meisa took another sipped of her tea, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

“Err...do you always...err do this?” asked Meisa.

“Do what?” his eyebrows raised.

“Save an unknown stranger on the street and then brought her home.”

“You see, that’s the problem. I never did anything like that before and I don’t even know why I started with you. The moment I saw you, helping you was the only thing in my mind.” Jaejoong made a mistake of looking up, because it didn’t took him long to realize that she was staring at him with astonishment in her eyes. Their eyes met and locked for what seems like an eternity, sending electric sparks down their body as if someone just stung them with a stun gun.

“I’ve made ramen for both of us. Let me just...ahemm...let me go get it.” Jaejoong said, breaking the trance.

What is wrong with me today?!

Meisa on the other hand, pretended to scan his living room with interest.

“Ah, okay! Thanks.”

What is wrong with me today?!

**********

“Wow you certainly can cook, Jaejoong-san.” Meisa said, when she finally lifted her face from the her second bowl of ramen. She patted her full stomach.

“It’s nice, neh? To finally have someone to compliment your cooking.”  Jaejoong smiled meaningfully.

“Really?! This is your first compliment?”

He nodded.

“Well, let me say it again then. More appropriate this time, just to thank you for helping me.” Meisa lifted her mug in the air, cleared as if preparing for a president speech.

“Mr. Kim Jaejoong, you’re the best cook in the whole world and I’m surprised no one ever tells you that.” she said enthusiastically, making Jaejoong laughed.

“Thank you very much, Kuroki-san. And yet again, you’re my first.”

“The first stranger you helped, the first you invited to your house, the first one to compliment your cooking. I’m impressed, Jaejoong-san. So many accomplishments in one night. Will the list ends here?” Meisa teased.

Unfortunately, no. You’re the first woman I want to kiss and touch so damn bad that it hurts. Who are you and what have you done to me?

“Well, let’s hope for your sake it ends here.” Jaejoong said jokingly.

Meisa sat down, still smiling though she didn’t understand his words just now. Her eyes travelled around the fully furnished apartment. It was small but spacey enough for a single guy like him and very neat. Everything was in place, mirroring his personality. His place was nothing like what she imagined before she stepped in. A thousand times better that Koki’s place to be precise.

“What do you do for a living, Mr. Kim?”

Jaejoong hesitated for a moment.

“You mean besides helping stranger on the street?” he asked jokingly.

Meisa laughed, nodded.

He has nothing to hide or be ashamed of; a stable life at the age of 25, a to die-for financial security, a good career and all thanks to his dad. However, it is not something he enjoyed having or doing as some people would say, with great power come great responsibilities. Jaejoong had sacrificed half of his life just so that he can become the perfect son for his father, the flawless heir to the Kim’s wealth. He didn’t even get to enjoy life like most of his friends. So, that pretty much explains why he loves spending his time here, in the cramp apartment during his off day. This apartment is like his portal to another peaceful world, his escape hatch. The only place where Kim Jaejoong exists only as Kim Jaejoong, not ‘the’ Kim Jaejoong and he intended to keep it that way.

“Well, it’s kind of complicated Meisa-san.” he answered.

“Meisa would do, thank you. So, you’re a temp then?”

Jaejoong smiled, started to clean up the table.

“Ah, it’s none of my business! Sorry.” she yawned, covering with her right hand.

“It’s okay. You should get some sleep, you look exhausted.” Jaejoong said, gesturing towards his room.

“Right. Oyasumi nasai, Mr. Kim. Thanks for letting me stay here tonight.”

“You’re welcome and please call me Jaejoong. Oyasumi nasai.” he winked and walked straight to the kitchen with dirty dishes on his hands.

...And this would make you the first woman to sleep on my bed. He thought to himself, smiling.

Meisa launched herself onto the bed as soon as she closed and locked the door behind her.

Ah...!  Just what she needed after what she has been through today.

A smiled crept up her face when the thought of Jaejoong visited her mind but it died as instant as it came.

Meisa, you’re here to stop a wedding not finding yourself a suitable groom!

“She encountered some problem last night.” Jaejoong answered on her behalf in his perfect Korean that could melt any woman’s heart, hers to include.

“Honto ni?” Mr. Yong asked as he led them out of the lift.

“Hai.” Meisa said politely.

“Thank God everything is fine, neh Meisa-san?”

Meisa couldn’t help but noticed the way Jaejoong’s hand hold on to her arm in a protective manner. He insisted to stay with her even after Mr. Yong arrived and Meisa was grateful for it.

“Though I think you should have picked her up at the airport, Mr. Yong.” Jaejoong added seriously.

The older man was stunned for a moment.

“My apology, Mr. Kim, Kuroki-san. Okay, we’re here. This would be your house.” Mr. Yong said as he knocked on the door. Receiving no answer, Mr. Yong took out his set of keys but just when he was about to insert the key into its place, the door clicked opened.

Standing at the door in only shorts was a half asleep tall guy.

“Hello, Mr. Yong...” his eyes moved to the other two figures in front of him.

“...And Mr. Yong’s friends.”

Damn she looks familiar!

"Hey, I know you!" she exclaimed, anger filled her eyes as she lunged towards him like a hungry *coughs*y*coughs* werewolf.

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