Looking at myself in the mirror, I subconsciously touched my lips. Did I just kiss Kim Jaejoong?! What if he thinks I’m like one of his sasaeng fans?! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!

Rubbing my lips, I shook my head. Aniya, aniya, it was an accident. I apologised didn’t I?

Geurae, nothing happened. Walking out of my bathroom in just a towel, I stripped off it and wore my orange track shorts and white low v-line sports bra. “It’s always awesome when you’re home alone!” I said out loud. Taking out my contacts, I put glasses on. My degree is high enough to not be able to see when I don’t have any aid. Yes, I’m blind. Drying my hair with the towel, I skipped to the kitchen.

The doorbell rang when I was munching on the celery. “Dugu-ji?” I thought out loud again. Forgetting that I was not fully dressed, I opened the door. “Dugusaeyo?!”

The celery on my mouth dropped when I saw him at the front door. I already apologised, didn’t I? Or did I not?

“I’m really sorry bout that, Jaejoong-shi. I didn’t mean it. It just sorta happened. I promised I will not..”

I stopped when I saw his eyes roamed down. . I almost succeeded in slamming the door if not for his feet stopping it. Running to the kitchen counter, I desperately covered my upper torso with the kitchen towel. Ok, so it just covered my bosom. At least it covered something. I turned to walk over to my room when I saw him at the kitchen entrance.

“Heh, mianhae. I always very dressed down when I’m home alone,” I said trying to make light of the situation, holding the towel to my chest.

Him not saying a word makes it more awkward than it already is. Is he stoned? Why is he not saying anything?!

“Jaejoong-shi?”

“Oppa, Ruby. Why are you not calling me oppa?” he asked, walking towards me. Okay, this is so different from having Jongsuk around alone. But why?

“I..isanghae! I’m not used to it,” I shouted, annoyed. “Since you have no intentions of leaving, just gimme a sec, let me put on something decent.”

Walking past him, I tried to act nonchalant. Please be cool. Please be cool. Of course nothing goes my way. When has it ever?

God really must have not want me to keep my pride. Cause I was pulled back by the God in a human form himself.

With his hand on my free arm, I tried to act cool again. I asked, “Yeah? If you need something to drink, you can, hmm..”

My mind went blank. My eyes widen. Pushing me to a corner, Jaejoong claimed my lips. This is so wrong. What is going on?

What was seconds of doubt disappeared when I, too reciprocate. Damn he’s good.

Wait hold up! Pushing him away, I almost said sorry when he started first. Wait! It’s not my fault, why should I say sorry?!

“Don’t apologise. I don’t like it. Don’t say it won’t happen again. It did and will again and again,” he said. His lips inches from mine. His arms are now around my waist with my hands on his chest. Wait, both hands?! Where did the kitchen towel go?! Oh God.

His body almost moulded with mine if not for my hands that separates us. I can feel his breath on my lips. Wait, I’m still staring at it. No, no, focus Ruby!

“Uh, Jaejoong-shi..” I said, breathing heavily. This is not good. Key won’t be proud of me. Jongsuk too. Wait Jongsuk? Why am I thinking of him now?

“Oppa, Ruby. It’s not so hard. Try it,” he said in a raspy whisper.

“Uh, Jae-Jaejoong oppa. Back up a little will you?” I asked, confused and aroused at the same time.

“Shiro,” he replied, still not letting go of my waist. My bare waist. MY. BARE. WAIST. . I widen my eyes and pushed him a little too hard. “Yah! ert!”

Jaejoong didn’t expect the impact and jerked backwards. “I..I’ll be back,” I said, furrowing my eyebrows. Almost running to my room, I closed the door and lean my back against it.

“What. Just. Happened?” I whispered. Putting both my hand onto my face, I felt warm. “Mitcheoseo!” I shouted.

Putting on a random t-shirt, I went out searching for Jaejoong. Oppa. Pssh. I still don’t get Korean guys’ insistence on this. Back in Singapore, I called even the older ones by just their names. What’s the big freaking deal?!

“Jaejong-sh-oppa?” I called out, looking for