The thing is, I didn’t quite expect to be alive. I 
mean, I don’t really know why but when I jumped off that 
wall I was sure that I would die. When I opened my eyes and 
found Yunho’s face staring down at mine, I was more than 
surprised.

He’d actually caught me.

“Are you okay?” he said, helping me up.

From up close he was even more handsome than I 
remembered; his dyed blonde hair covered his eyes only 
slightly so that everyone could see those charismatic eyes 
that he had. I couldn’t believe I was actually here, in 
Yunho’s arms.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he said, smiling. Yes, he was actually 
smiling.

“Thanks for catching me,” I said, “and sorry about 
the phone.”

He smiled and reached down, grabbing something from 
the ground. “Oh, and that reminds me. This is yours, right?”

And with that he handed me my phone. I shoved it 
into my pocket.

“So who were you running away from?” Yunho asked.

“Rose…nobody,” I said. I decided that it was 
probably a good idea not to tell him that I was now arch 
enemies with the Rose Club, considering that the Romeos and 
Roses were brothers and sisters. Who happened to host many 
parties together and then hook up in the end. “What are you 
doing here?”

“Hiding,” he said. He smirked a little, and I swear 
there was a hint of mischief that just made it even more 
adorable. “See, this kid from another school, he has a 
girlfriend who goes here. But she sort of asked me out last 
week and I said no.”

“Oh?”

“And then she went and told her boyfriend, so he 
and his friends are all over me today.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. I really was. I mean, it’s not 
like it was Yunho’s fault that he just happened to be so 
charming, and it wasn’t his fault either that he rejected 
that girl, who probably wasn’t the one for him anyway. 
Thinking of which, I was probably the one for him. I’d love 
him like no other person could love someone, and he knew 
it. He just had to open up his mind and embrace the fact 
that the love of his life was standing right in front of…

“Oh, ,” he said, all of a sudden, pulling me to 
his side.

“What’s going on—”

Before I could say a thing, he’d grabbed my hand 
and started to run. All of a sudden I wasn’t so sure what 
was going on, only that we were holding hands and somehow 
running through the street. It was starting to rain, and as 
we ran faster my legs started getting a little more tired, 
and I could feel Yunho’s hand slipping from my grip.

“Yunho, I’m slipping—”

But I should have known. Yunho was a Romeo, and I 
was…a nothing. As soon as I felt his hand slip away I 
collapsed to the ground, my knee meeting the pavement in an 
unpleasant collision. The entire skin covering my knee had 
been ripped away, and I was now sitting alone, dripping 
with rain, bleeding, and had no idea where I was. For all I 
knew a couple of Rose Club members could just be lurking 
around, waiting to beat me up.

I mean, that’s why it’s called luck. Great things 
only come once, and with a little bit of luck. A few 
minutes ago I had been holding the hands of the most 
handsome guy in school, and he had just ditched me as if we 
had never even met. I still couldn’t believe he could just 
let go, just like that, and not look back. Once.

I began to cry.

But only to make it better, I saw figures running 
from the distance. And it wasn’t like I could get up and 
hide anywhere. My knee had already made a sort of rainy 
puddle of blood around me, my blood mixed with dirty rain, 
each drop feeling like acid on my skin-bare knee.

“Who are you?” one of the guys shouted, poking a 
finger into my shoulder.

I couldn’t really reply; I was too busy crying. He 
looked around for a bit and called his friends over. “Look 
at what I found,” he said, pointing at me. “I think it 
might be Yunho’s girlfriend.”

“You think?” another guy said, “she’s ugly as . 
And why’s there all this blood?”

I could have at least appreciated some concern. 
Maybe a ‘how are you,’ or ‘are you okay?’ I wasn’t 
expecting anyone to call me an ambulance, but it’s not like 
I wanted people to call me ugly as . And the rain 
didn’t really do me justice, either.

“Where’s Yunho?” One of the guys asked me, poking 
me harder in the shoulder.

“I don’t know,” I said, choking a little bit on my 
own tears. How sad.

“Come on. Don’t be a little and just answer 
the question.”

“I don’t know!”

The guy looked around at his friends, motioning 
something in his little finger language that I couldn’t 
understand. “Come on. Get some information out of her.”

And then they encircled me, with looks that didn’t 
seem too welcoming. I could see one of them flexing his 
muscles, as if he were about to enter some weightlifting 
competition.

“Wait!” I said. “Before you hit me, I want you to 
know that I really don’t know where Yunho is. I just met 
him, outside school. I swear! I really don’t…”

“Then why were you holding hands with him?”

Okay, I thought, good question. “All right. It’s a 
little complicated. I was waiting for my boyfriend to come 
so I could prove to the Rose Club that I’d finished a 
mission and then I had to…well, to sum up I climbed up the 
wall and jumped and there Yunho was, and before we could 
talk he started running from you guys, I guess, and—”

“Shut up,” he said, and punched me in the face.

I can honestly say that getting punched in the face 
hurts. It’s not like those movies where you see the heroine 
getting slashed on her arm with a blade yet still being 
able to get up instantaneously as if she was invincible. 
Well, it’s not like that in real life. In fact, the impact 
of the punch lingered for so long that I could hardly open 
my eyes for a few minutes.

“Get up,” the who punched my face said.

I couldn’t even get up if I tried.

“Get up!”

“I’M TRYING!”

Sure, it probably wasn’t the best idea for me to go 
on screaming as I was, but it wasn’t like anything worse 
was going to happen.

Or so I thought, until I saw a blackish figure walk 
towards me. I recognized that familiar walk, full of 
cockiness and pride, and half of me was happy and the other 
half sad that it was him.

“What the are you doing here?” Jaejoong said.

“Who the is this?” One of the guys said, 
pushing Jaejoong away.

“None of your business,” Jaejoong said, pushing the 
guy out of his way and walking towards me. “What’s wrong 
with your knee?”

“It’s not like you’d want to know anyway,” I said. 
I couldn’t believe it. He was here. The bastard had ditched 
me and then turned up at the worst moment in history. I 
mean, what was with this guy?

“I went to your school. You weren’t there.”

“YOU DIDN’T COME!”

“I did.”

“NO YOU DIDN’T.”

“I was just a little late,” he said, his tone 
becoming a little more stern.

“YOU WERE THIRTY MINUTES LATE.”

“Will you stop screaming? My ears—”

“NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF IT HADN’T BEEN 
FOR YOU—”

But the who hit me in the face had to  
in. “Who the hell is this guy?”

“SHUT UP!” This time it was Jaejoong, and he had 
knocked the down to the ground. “Did you do this to 
her?” he asked, pointing at my knee.

“No I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie,” Jaejoong said, now holding onto the 
collar of the ’s shirt. I had to admit, he seemed 
pretty strong.

“I’m not lying—she fell by herself—”

“And made that much of a mess? You want me to 
believe that she’s that stupid?”

Okay. I did fall by myself, which is perfectly 
normal. But there he was, Kim Jaejoong, somehow possessing 
that ability to make my life worse off than it was.

“It wasn’t him,” I said, “he punched me, that’s 
all. And it’s your fault, too. If you hadn’t come late I 
would never have had to jump from the wall—”

“Jump from what wall?”

And then the in again, “could you let 
me go now?”

Unfortunately, Jaejoong did not let go of his 
collar. Instead, he looked me straight in the eyes (or what 
was left of my eyes that I could open, due to the stupid 
punch in my face) and said, “look away.”

As if we were in some Korean soap opera.

But I did, just because I realized it wouldn’t hurt 
to listen to him for once, and all that I heard was a 
cracking sound and then a scream (which I think originated 
from where the was), and silence.

“All done.” It was Jaejoong’s voice. “Let’s go now.”

He was a monster. I had literally sold my soul to 
the devil.

And it didn’t seem like he was ready to let me go 
just yet.