~Jaejoong's POV~

"It's gone."

My heart skipped a beat.

Or maybe more.

"B-Bwoh?!" I spluttered, still surprised.

"I let the guy escape," she replied slowly.

She looked at her feet and twiddled her thumbs.

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"What do you mean? You would never-" I began.

"I let the guy escape," she cut me off defiantly.

 

We drove back to the Departments in silence.

As we made our way to the boss's office, __________ looked out into space.

She let out a heavy sigh as the door knob turned.

"__________?" the boss looked up from her paperwork.

I looked around.

The fire hadn't destroyed much.

This whole building was fireproof, just not the furniture.

The fire had left some stains on the walls... But that was it.

We entered the office.

"Do you have the data from the footage yet?" she asked.

__________ gulped.

"A-Ani. We lost it," she replied, her voice almost a whisper.

"YOU TWO LOST IT?!?!?!" the boss demanded angrily.

"Actually..." she said uncertainly, "It was just me. I lost it."

Her eyes flashed.

"YOU lost it, _________?!" the boss responded in almost the same tone. But a bit gentler.

__________ nodded.

The boss studied her face.

"I'm dissapointed in you," she concluded, then went back to work.

There was a silence and __________ just stood there.

I tugged her arm softly.

"Let's go," I suggested quietly.

She gave in and kept her eyes glued to the ground.

We entered and exited the elevator in silence.

 

~Your POV~

I stepped outside and started walking, forgetting about Jaejoong.

He spun me around.

"Where are you going?"

"Home," I answered simply.

His eyes searched through mine.

"Are you ok?" he finally managed to say.

I looked away.

Was I ok?

Even I didn't know.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

His arms suddenly enveloped me into a warm hug.

I breathed in the (rather y) scent of his hair.

"Call me later," he whispered and planted a kiss on my cheek.

I blushed, but he wasn't there to see it.

He was already getting into his car and leaving.

Leaving me.

 

(about 30 minutes later)

I flung open the door and flopped on the couch.

"Noona, long day today?" Taemin called from upstairs.

"Yeah," I replied.

He came dowm the stairs.

"Omo. What happened to you?" he cried.

"Huh?" I was puzzled.

"There's scratches on your face," he told me. "And-" he gasped, "Did you get hurt on your arm?!"

"Calm down," I assured. "It's nothing."

"Nothing?!?!?! How is that -" he argued.

"It doesn't even hurt!" I protested and peeled off the band-aid.

I waved my arm in the air and AHHH THE PAIN!!!!!!!

"See?" I tried to fake a smile.

"You can lie to yourself," he told me and grabbed my arm, "But you can't lie to me."

I flinched.

Taemin examined my wound.

"How did you get that in the first place?" he asked.

"Um... er.... well you see... I....uh..." I panicked.

What can I say?

I can't let him know what I really am.

"Nevermind," he laughed and strode off to get the first-aid kit.

Phew... That was so close.

Taemin came back with a whit box and a grin on his face.

"I'll get you fixed in not time!" he exclaimed.

As he cleaned and applied medicine on my arm, I took out my phone.

I scrolled down my list of contacts.

Boss... Changmin... Eunhee....

I flinched when I saw her name.

Then, after scrolling through a bunch of names, I finally found Jaejoong.

"Yobeseyo?"

"It's me!" I responded.

"Hae won?"

"No..." I answered.

Who's Hae won???

Omo. It can't be that he's... No. He's not that kind of guy.

"_________?" he guessed again.

"Ani," I replied sarcastically.

He laughed.

"You wanna come over to my place?" he asked.

"Right now?" I gaped.

"Um.. Sure."

"Ok. I'll come," I agreed, "You better make dinner."

He chuckled, "I'll go out to buy groceries then."

"Bwoh? Then how am I going to get in the house?" I wondered.

"You'll have to wait outside in the cold," he joked.

"Chincha?!?!" I played along.

"I'll leave the door unlocked," he told me, half-laughing.

"Ok. I'll be there in half 20 minutes," I replied.

I put my phone back in my bag.

Taemin put the tools (and the other stuff) back in the kit.

"Don't get pregnant!!" he called over his shoulder as he scurried off to put the first-aid kit back to its original place.

I giggled. "I WON'T!!!!" I told him.

 

I arrived at Jaejoong's house.

The gate was locked.

I wanted to slap myself.

Didn't he say he was going to leave the door open?

I sighed and flung my bag over the gate.

Then I grasped onto a steady hold and flipped myself over.

I looked back at the gate.

No scratches.

No dents.

Perfect.

Luckily, the door was unlocked.

Cheeky little boy.

He literally meant he'll leave the door unlocked.

I stepped into the house gingerly.

I guess he isn't home yet.

I seated myself on the sofa.

After a few minutes, I took the liberty of looking around the house.

Last time I was here... I didn't see much.

I wandered in the kitchen, then the bathroom, then the bedroom, then the back to the living room.

Then I took interest in his workspace.

I wonder what he keeps in his desk?

I opened the top drawer.

Pens and pencils were placed in order from lightest to darkest.

I marveled at the different kinds of pens he owned.

I pulled out the second drawer.

There were stacks of paper.

BORING!!

Paper doesn't interest me.

My hand tugged the handle of the last drawer.

There were boxes of different colors and sizes.

But something caught my eye.

I took it out slowly.

Is...Is that Jaejoong with another girl??

Who is she?

Then it hit me.

Could it be that Hae won girl that Jaejoong thought I was?

The door thudded open downstairs.

He's home.

Quickly, I put the picture back and shoved the drawer shut.

I made my way down the stairs, making sure I didn't look like I was in a hurry.

"You got here already?" he said, surprised.

I nodded.

He frowned.

"Is something wrong..?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Ani. Why would you think that?" I denied.

"You look...uncomfortable," he replied matter-of-factly.

"Oh, chincha? Um.. Maybe I'm just tired," I lied.

He smiled and pulled me into a hug.

Is this how you hug your other girl?

I returned his hug coldly.

"Did your arm get better?" he worried.

"Yeah," I answered curtly.

"Let me see," he ordered.

"A-Ani. I'm fine," I protested.

He gave me his puppy dog eyes.

"Pleeeaaasse?" he begged.

I shook my head.

Go look at your other girl's arm.

"With a cherry on top?" he pleaded.

I shook my head again stubbornly.

"Too bad," he smirked, ridding his cute image.

His muscular arms pinned me to the wall.

I struggled to get free but he was too strong.

He gently rolled up my sleeve.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly as he touched the wound.

I flinched but shook my head.

"You sure?"

I nodded and he didn't push it any further.

 

The night went by slowly.

Every movement he made, I commented to myself about it.

When he fed me, I asked myself if he would do that to Hae won.

When he took my hand, I asked myself the same thing.

And when he kissed me goodbye, I still held on to that exact question.

I shook my head sadly.

I thought you were the one, Jaejoong.

 

~Jaejoong's POV~

___________ seemed awkward today.

Was she mad at me?

Why was she mad?

What did I do?

Was it me or was it someone else?

Is there something I should know?

Did somebody do something to her?

Questions flew through my mind.

I sat down at my desk.

Time for paperwork.

I sighed.

 

~Eun hee's POV~

I flicked off my lamp.

Looking up sleepily at the sky, I wished myself sweet dreams.

I smirked.

I hope _________ found that picture.

Muah ha ha ha.

I feel so evil.

And gorgeous.

As always.

I'm ALWAYS the best.

I batted my eyelids shut.

Go to hell ____________.

Jaejoong is my man.

I'm beautiful and you're just down-right pitiful.

 

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