A week later.

The annoying moron was watching television when Meisa finally emerged from her bedroom that afternoon. She didn’t make any effort to comb her messy hair or change into something more appropriate as she walked into the kitchen, completely ignoring him.

It has been a week and hey, she survived! Keeping her urges to strangle the monkey was easier that she thought since they didn’t see much of each other.

His life as a street thief was usually busy. It requires him to wake up early in the morning and come home late at night but Meisa didn’t have time to bother about him. As long as he is out of her sight, then she’s fine. The less the time they spend with each other, the more the room for argument can be minimize.

So why on Earth is he still in the house?

Meisa took out a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. Surprisingly, the house is never out of groceries and that somehow makes her life in the house more pleasant.

Seunghyun was quite organized and responsible for an like him. Maybe being a thief pays off well after all.

“Shouldn’t you be out there, stealing someone’s bag?” Meisa asked, deadpan.

“It’s Sunday.” he answered nonchalantly.

Meisa came very close to snorting water up her nose when he said that.

That is just hilarious!

“Haha and here I thought thief works harder on Sunday.” her laughs echoed throughout the whole house but Seunghyun didn’t seems to care. His eyes still glued to the news on the television, probably checking if his name is in the Wanted list.

“We did but last week was one hell of a week, so I figured I’ll just take a day off. Plus, I wanna spend more time with you.” and with that, he succeed in shutting her up.

Meisa cleared her suddenly dry throat.

“Baka. By the way, your Japanese , big time.” she said and hurried back to her room.

Meisa launched herself onto the bed, inhaling her own scent on the sheet. She smiled contentedly.

New bed, new wardrobe, new everything and all thanks to Kim Jaejoong. The condition of the room was so bad she couldn’t help but complained to Jaejoong when he visited her the next day. It was just a complained and she didn’t expect him to buy the entire furniture house for her. Not only that, he even bought her a new mobile phone.

Surprise, surprise.

She was still recovering from her shocked when one of the workers gave her a carefully wrapped present with an ‘Open It’ handwritten note on it. Trying not to look too eager, she gracefully, slowly, peeled off the wrapper just in time when something in the box started crying for attention in a familiar tune.

*Flashback*

“Hi.” a voice on the other side of the line greeted after she successfully pressed the ‘Answer’ button.

“Oh my God Jaejoong, is that you?!” she screamed into the phone, unable to hide her excitement.

Jaejoong chuckled softly, as if happy with her reaction.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Those things in my room...they are from you, right?” Meisa asked, neglected his previous question.

“Do you like it?”

“Of course! More than you could ever imagine. But Jaejoong, don’t you think it’s too much?”

“What do you mean?”

“How long do you know me again? Not even a week and now you’re wasting your money on me. It just doesn’t seem right.” she sighed.

The last thing she wants is for Jaejoong to think she’s some kind of gold-digger with eyes for nothing else but money because she is so NOT one. Well, she’s a huge fan of money but only her own money, thank you very much. What belongs to other people never sparks her interest.

“Ah, I see!” was his replied.

“Jaejoong, I want you to know that I didn’t expect anything from you.”

“Really? Now that hurts.” he joked, clearly not taking her words seriously.

“That’s not what I meant. What I’m trying to say is...”

“I know what you’re trying to say, Meisa. Don’t worry much. I helped you because you need help. As simple as that. I swear, I have no ulterior motive whatsoever.”

“Oh.”

Jaejoong laughed.

“You didn’t think I was trying to coax you into bed with me with stuffs like that hrmm?”

 “Eh, nn-no.” she stuttered.

“Calm down, I’m joking. And Meisa, this is my number. If there’s anything, just give me a call. Anytime, anywhere.”

“You finally own a mobile phone, huh? I thought you said you didn’t need one.”

“I’ve changed my mind. I’d love to chat all day but unfortunately, I have to go. See you later. Take care of yourself and don’t let him bully you.”

“Like I ever will. Thanks again, Jae.” and she couldn’t stop smiling for the whole day.

At first she didn’t suspected it was from Jaejoong because there was no way a temp worker could afford such things but his phone call clarified everything.

He was more than a temp worker. That sweet bastard lied to her and as for why did he choose to lie to her, she totally has no idea. Maybe he’s not the hey-look-at-me-I’m-damn-rich kind of guy. Good, because she loves him that way.

Meisa sat on her bed, staring emptily at the outside world throughout her closed window.

She called her parents two days ago. Her mother was happy to hear from her but her father. Well, he practically disowns her and happily cut off her financial support. This time, he was dead serious. Uh oh...

So she needs a plan and she needs it fast.

Find the whereabouts of the fatty son, clarify every single thing with him, drag him, forcefully if she might add, back to Japan if he refuses, cancel the wedding and buy her a new pair of designer shoes or hang out with her friends at the club afterwards.

Voila! Brilliant plan, Meisa. But to find her beloved future-groom would be one tough job because she knew nothing about him other than his name and his parents’ name of course. It was in their attention to make her quest to find him as impossible as possible so that they could proceed with the wedding.

Hah, what were they thinking?! Didn’t they know that Kuroki Meisa never gives up? Not when her life is on the line. However, if he turns out to be a fat, lovable creature instead of a fat, greedy pig, she might give him a chance though. Who knows?

She closed her eyes, summoning a determination from deep within.

Seunghyun smiled to himself at the sight of Meisa lying lazily on the couch in her pink nighties, examining her perfectly manicure fingers, as he made his way to the kitchen. Grabbing a can of beer from the fridge, he headed towards the couch.

Modest was definitely not in her dictionary when she’s around him. In fact, she looked so comfortable that she barely noticed his presence.

When she didn’t made any attempt to move, he pushed her legs from the couch and sat down, nonchalantly.

“Excuse me.” Meisa sprang up.                         

 “I was here first, .”

“So?”  Seunghyun asked coolly, taking a sip of his beer.

“So it’s my couch! Go and play somewhere else would you please?” she half-yelled the words into his face.

Seunghyun shrugged, unaffected by her verbal assaults. Instead, he lied down and pretended to examine his fingers, mimicking Meisa’s previous action.

This better work, guys. He thought.

Meisa growled in frustration.

“Where am I supposed to sit now? On you?”

“I could sit on you too but that would be a problem to you, sweetheart.” he reached for the remote but Meisa beat him to it. Her face flushed with anger.

Meisa gritted her teeth and did the most reasonable thing she could think of at the very moment. She threw the remote at him and it hit him directly on the forehead with a thud.

“Oww...”

Seunghyun closed his eyes and counted to ten.

Kuroki Meisa, I’m sorry for what I’m gonna say after this. I assured you I’m not responsible for my own words.

“What is your problem actually? Why can’t you behave like a civil human being for once?” instantly Seunghyun stood up, his eyes pierced straight to her heart.

“Look around you. You’re no longer in your beautiful palace. So stop acting like a ing snotty princess! I have enough of your temper tantrum!”

Meisa was startled by his sudden outburst. Her face darkened and tears threatened to pour down her cheeks.

A ing snotty princess? Is that what she is to him? A ING SNOTTY PRINCESS?!

“If you wanna live with people, then you better start acting like one. Being rich doesn’t make the world yours.”

“HOW CAN I BE NICE WHEN YOU YOURSELF ARE BEING A JERK? You stole my bag, made my life two thousand times worse than it already is and now you expect me to treat you with love? I didn’t even know you yet you seem so determine to make me suffer.” Meisa wiped away her tears with the back of her hand roughly.

The third times she cried because of this blasted monkey and she hates him so much.

How on Earth did he manage to make her cry oh-so easily? Natural talent?

 “Didn’t...even... know... me.”  he repeated slowly.

A shadow crept up his face, clouding it with an excruciating pain from deep inside of him. Seunghyun felt his heart broke into his gazillion pieces, and breathing was almost impossible. His chest heaved painfully beneath his orange Polo t-shirt.

She didn’t even know me. How sweet is that?

Damn sweet especially when he practically spent every ing minute of his existence thinking about her when she doesn’t even remember him at all.

That is just so freaking sweet!

For a second, he thought of blurting everything out in the open. The truth he has been painfully hiding from her. But his rational part of the brain managed to persuade him not to. So there he stood, numb and lost for words with heartache to match. His eyes laid lifeless on the slender figure right in front of him. Streak of tears adorned her pretty face, which broke his heart even more.

 “Yes, I’m a ing snotty ! But you know nothing about me.” she ran to her room, leaving Seunghyun crestfallen.

He sat silently on the couch, lighting up his tenth cigarettes in a span of half an hour. The whole house was dark and the only source of light was his burning cigarette. Meisa had locked herself in her room and probably cried herself to sleep.

Everything was moving according to plan but why didn’t he felt happy about it?

16 years and he was still unable to get over his crush on her.

Because it was more than a crush, damnit!

He spent every waking minute of his life thinking about her, adoring her. He remembered everything up to the smallest details. So how could she forget?

Maybe they were right all along. He was no one to her, nothing more than a forgotten childhood memories.

An abrupt knock on the door interrupted him.

Seunghyun growled in displeased and choose to ignore whoever it might be behind the door. Let them knock forever because he was not in the mood to entertain any uninvited guest.

Jaejoong knocked again, much harder than the previous one. 

He had sent Meisa a message telling her he would drop by after work, so she should be at home. Plus, Meisa never went out alone due to the ‘language barrier’. A week and her Korean was still a disgrace to humanity, not that he minded anyway.

He waited for three seconds and to his surprised, the door flung opened. Seunghyun’s unhappy face greeted him.

“Stop. Knocking. You’re killing me.” he snarled.

“Sorry. Is Meisa home?” Jaejoong asked, politely.

“She’s in her room.” the taller guy moved aside to give him enough room to step inside his dark living room.

Jaejoong scanned the whole room, absorbing the gloomy feeling radiated by it. He couldn’t help but noticed the full ashtray on the coffee table besides the couch.

Someone is having a bad day. He thought.

“How’s business, Kim Jaejoong?” Seunghyun suddenly asked but not in a friendly tone. Jaejoong took it as his way of telling him that he knew him. He knew the real Kim Jaejoong. So, he decided to play along.

“Good. After a tough fight with five other companies, the Byun Sook’s tender is now officially ours. That’s why I’m planning on celebrating it with Meisa. You don’t mind, right?”

“As a matter of fact, I do mind.” Seunghyun retorted.

The two man exchanged glares. One clearly not too pleased with the other.

Protective aren’t we? Jaejoong cleared his throat, hiding his threatening-to-burst chuckles.

 “I’m intrigued.” he suddenly said, breaking the silence.

Seunghyun raised his trademark cocky eyebrows.

“Why a young successful and mysterious businessman like Choi Seunghyun would leave the comfort of his office and become a street thief? Business must be bad, huh?” with the look on Seunghyun’s face,  Jaejoong knew he’d hit a bull’s eye.

First of all, pardon my tonnes of grammar mistakes but I hope you guys still enjoy reading it though :)

What do you think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Confused?

Yes, Choi Seunghyun/TOP is Meisa supposed-to-be groom, not Jaejoong unfortunately. 

Sadly, Meisa didn't know it was him.

BUT you guys do!!! ^^

He's right in front of her, hurting her, torturing her but why?

Why did Seunghyun did what he did?

More to be reveal soon. So, stick around to find out.

p/s:Who do you think Meisa should end up with? Jaejoong, Seunghyun, Koki or...someone else?

pp/s:Maybe I should include Akanishi Jin in the story. Should I? :P

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