Note:  FULL CHAPTER!! Yaaaay! We reached 284 subbies ^^ thank you so much to all my supporters and to those whoe consistently commented after every post. :) you guys really motivated me to keep writing. So thank you :)

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So I wasn't sure which path to take for this chapter but in the end I decided to go with this...but I have my reasons :) hope you ENJOY!

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    Dara sat in the tub with the hot water pounding on her body. She'd spent the last hour in her shower trying to wash all traces of those guys off of her. But they were marks...marks that wouldn't go away for a while.    She tried to calm herself down to get a grip on herself. She was so sick of being this pathetic, weak little girl. She wanted to fight back and be able to defend herself and her friends as well.   She wiped her tears away and stood up to turn off the water. While she was getting out of the tub, she accidentally slipped on a bar of soap on the ground.   Luckily, she caught onto the towel hanging on the rack before hitting her head. She steadied herself and then walked over to her bathroom closet to get her clothes.   She frowned when she realized she had no clothes in her closet. Damn it...she slicked her wet hair back and tied a towel around her body.    Dara let out a sigh and reached for the door knob. Slowly, she opened the door and peaked out to make sure no one was around.    She spotted her closet across the room and tightened her hold in her towel. She exited the bathroom cautiously and was ready to make a break for her closet when she heard someone clear their throat.   Her body stiffened. Here she was, practically and dipping wet from her shower, barely covered by a thin white towel, and to her horror there was someone in her room. Crap...   She slowly turned her head to the source of the noise. Her eyes widened when she realized Jiyong was next to the bathroom door, sitting on the ground.    Jiyong: *smiles innocently* Hi.   Dara took in a big gasp of air.   Dara: KYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!   Jiyong: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!   Jiyong didn't know what to do so he hair screamed along with her. The two idiots spent five minutes screaming at each other before Dara got tired and ran out of breath.   Jiyong: So why are we screaming?   Dara: Ahhhh!! ERT!!!   Jiyong: What?? Me? ert?    Dara: Yes you! Stupid Dragon!!   Jiyong sighed and shook his head. He took a couple steps toward her. Dara reacted immediately. She grabbed her pillow for protection. Jiyong raised a brow.   Jiyong: *scoffs* What are you going to do? Beat me to death with a pillow?   Dara: Prepare for the most unpleasant pillow fight of your life... *fluffs pillow*   Jiyong: Bring it on!!    Dara yelled and attack Jiyong with a pillow. She whacked him mercilessly and didn't let up. Jiyong realized that getting hit with a pillow really indeed hurt.    Jiyong: *curls up into a ball* Ah! OW! Ouch! OW! YAH! AHHH! DARA! DAMN IT!! OWWW!    Dara: Hiyah!! Take that you ert!! *whack*    Jiyong: Yah! I was just here to check on you!!    Dara: LIAR!!    Jiyong: God damn it, WOMAN!! Calm yo' !    Dara stopped hitting him and gasped. Jiyong mentally slapped himself. He was a deadman. Oh !    Dara:...what did you just say?   Jiyong: Uhh...Uhh...I said calm down?    Dara: Grrrrrrr   Jiyong: FORGIVE ME, AWESOME AMAZING BEAUTIFUL ALL POWERFUL GREAT MASTER!! I AM NOT WORTHY!!    Dara: *glares* That's what I thought you said...   Jiyong continued to bow at her feet. He was still begging for forgiveness while Dara just started down at him and laughed. Both completely forgot about the fact that she was half .    Jiyong looked up and immediately realized she was . His cheeks burned as he started to sweat. He cleared his throat and then stood up, trying to stare into her eyes...only her eyes.    However, his eyes kept trailing downward...*cough* cough* wink* wink* Unconsciously, he bit his lips and let out a low, just barely audible moan. Dara raised a brow. What? What the Hell is he thinking about? Why is there a weird breeze?    Dara looked down and realized she was still only wearing a towel. And Jiyong was looking at her like he was ready to pounce on her. She crossed her hands over herself and opened to speak but the scream never came out...   Instead a pair of lips silenced hers.   ------------------------- Dara's heart completely flatlined. She remained, frozen unsure of what to do. She was completely paralyzed by the sensation she was feeling now.   Her body was still in shock and her mind went completely blank. She could only think of the warm pair of lips moving gently and carefully against hers.    She should've pushed him away. She should've whacked him in the heard and called him a dodo. But instead she found herself giving in.    She sighed and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in closer. Jiyong smirked and reached up with his right hand to cup her cheek.    Their lips moved together I'm perfect harmony. It was sweet, gentle, and careful. It was the type of kiss that sent sparks flying but both never crossed lines.    Jiyong was beginning to fall deeper into their kiss, wanting more. He NEEDED more. And , she was only in a freaking thin towel, it'd be easy. Frick, Dara...why do you have to be so tempting?    He gently bit Dara's lower lip causing her to g