Overshadowed || Han Jisung

14

   It was really hard to explain how I was currently feeling. In my head, I was thinking perfectly straight; yet what came out of my mouth was..

  "The music is making my head boom boom."

  "Do you have a headache?" The laughing Jisung questioned, steadying my body. I shook my head, rocking it with the beat. "Yah, you are going to give yourself one by doing that!"

  I began to have fun making Jisung crack up like that. I wasn't trying that hard to, either. I can't remember the amount of shots I took with them, but I didn't take anymore than Yuriko did.

  The couple had gone to dance on the dance floor, while my legs felt like jelly. I tried to get to my feet, feeling Jisungs warm hand rest on my back in support. "What are you doing?"

  "I have to pee, I'll be fine!"

  "No, you won't. Let me walk you to the door." He stood, getting us up and walking. I stumbled over my own feet, making it hard for the boy, as I could imagine.

  "Are you sure you are okay? I can go get Yuriko to help yo-"

  "Hey man! I said I can do it! I can pee by myself, I'm a big girl." I huffed, shutting the door. It was suddenly a lot more quiet, giving me a moment to think.

  I managed to go to the bathroom; somehow. When I was done washing my hands, I stumbled out the door with a frown.

  Jisung was no where in sight. No where left, no where right, gone. I couldn't remember which direction we came from, so I just started walking.

  A hand touched my leg, pulling at my dress a bit. I jumped back, face to face with a tall, strong looking man. He couldn't have been much older than me by his looks.

  His face displayed a charismatic grin as he looked me up and down. "Aren't you a bit young to be in here, honey?"

  I couldn't really form the words I needed to, so I shook my head. "I-I'm legal drinking age."

  He took a step closer, trapping me against the wall. I panicked, his hand starting to travel up the inside of my leg. "Y-yah! Stop it!"

His hand slammed around my mouth, his sharp eyes shooting daggers into mine. "Keep it quiet, I don't like 'em fussy."

  Another door opened to reveal Jisung. Just as his head turned my way, I slammed my foot into his shin, jumping and running behind Jisung.

  The angry man quickly turned our way as Jisung held me behind him. "Leave her alone, she isn't interested."

  "She's interested if I say she is, kid. This is my side of the bar." He grumbled. Jisung seemed unfazed, staying still as we were approched.

  "Sir, stop! He is Mr. Hans son!" A smaller male grabbed his arm. They both haulted in their tracks.

  "Is that true?"

  Jisung nodded his head, moving me to the side of him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, keeping me close. "Yes, it is. You may claim that side of the bar, but don't forget who the real owner is, Sir. If I find out you harass my girlfriend again, there will be issues."

  The man sighed, lowering his head. "I understand."

  Jisung turned us around, pulling us back to our table. He grabbed our few belongings like jackets and such, bringing me outside.

  "But my sister-"

  "It's getting close to your curfew. Let's go to the car and then I will go get your sister and Hyunjin."

  He helped me into the passenger seat, buckling me up. "I'm going to lock the doors and put the alarm on. Stay right here." He instructed.

  I grabbed his face, inspecting it a bit closer. "You know... I like when you call me girlfriend. It makes me feel... I don't know." I giggled, watching Jisungs features soften.

  "You are going to feel terrible tomorrow, you know that?" He placed his hands over my own, trying to take them off of his face. I slipped my hands away and grabbed his face again, bringing it up to mine to kiss his lips. I thought it was the funniest thing ever, slapping his chest as he chuckled. "Stay here, goofball."

  The door was shut, leaving me in complete silence.

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   I held my head as I groaned in pain, sitting up from my bed. I still wore the dress from last night, giving me the impression I went hard on the drinks.

  I heard a light chuckle as Yuriko walked in. "You look like a zombie, drink this."

  "What is it?" I frowned, opening it anyway as she had one as well. She emptied hers in two sips, letting out a deep sigh. "It should help with the hangover. Jisung dropped it off for us earlier this morning. Drink up so mom doesn't find out we went out drinking."

  That boy is to sweet for his own good

  Sure enough, our mother called us down to talk an hour later. We patiently waited for her to sit down, anxiety setting as she cleared her throat. "So, how was your day with those two gentleman?"

  She wants to know?

  "We had a blast. They really are caring and sweet." Yuriko smiled, keeping her guard up.

  "Moriko. Do you like that boy, Han Jisung?"

  I looked at Yuriko, seeming as we were both caught off guard from our mothers odd behavior. I took a deep breath, picking at my nails. "I don't know.. I think-"

  "Marrying you to a hard working, handsome man is the only hope I still have for you. Han Jisung is perfect for that. You must go after him."

  I was frozen. Yuriko was just as shocked as I was. "Mother, Moriko has been doing so much better the last two weeks-"

  "Mediocre dancing isn't going to get her anywhere! Now I suggest you keep that mouth shut. I'm tired of you standing up for her when she just sits there aimlessly. Moriko, if you make him agree to marrying you, I won't let your father send you off to bootcamp. Yuriko, keep that Hyunjin too, I approve of him."

 
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  "Hey, you okay?" Jisung frowned as I walked into the dance room.