Torn Between: (discontinued! Read Under Wraps for new story)

Chapter 25: A Helping Hand

*Sophie's POV*

It was the day after DongWoon had come home and I can honestly say I have never seen anybody eat so much in my life. But after being in a coma for four days and then having to have disgusting hospital food for another two days I'd probably be the same. DongWoon had been told to move as little as possible to prevent the stitches from coming loose so their manager had asked me to assist him during the day while the guys were out working.

I'd temporarily moved into the Beast house so I didn't have to travel here every morning. I was continuing with my studies at home and was to go to university every Monday morning to pick up mine and DongWoon's work for that week. The problem I had was trying to convince Mayumi that I was going on a trip with my Travel and Tourism class, which wasn't easy. I hated having to lie to her but I wanted to do whatever I could to help DongWoon and the others.

The guys had gone to the studio to practise for their comeback music video while DongWoon and I were sat in the living room of his house arguing over whether Harry Potter is a good film series or not.

"Harry Potter is amazing. Those films have taught me so much!"

"Yeah, like what?" he argued.

I stared at him, my eyebrows raised. "It taught me to do whats right, not what is easy. It taught me to always surround myself with the people I love. That it takes great courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more to stand up to your friends. It's okay to be yourself and heroes come in all shapes and sizes. And even in the darkest of times, you must always remember to smile and laugh."

DongWoon looked shocked at my speech, at how much emotion I had for the series I had grown up with, sitting in bed when I was a toddler listening to my mum read me the books.

"It's still unimaginative and unrealistic." I stood up and stared down at him.

"Unimaginative?" I asked my tone full of annoyance. "That's another thing Harry Potter taught me, a world without imagination is a dull and dreary one."

He fell into the cushions, lying across the sofa and started to laugh uncontrollably. "Don't make me laugh."

I jumped on him, tickling his waist and under his armpits. He squealed with laughter and a tear leaked from his bruised eye. "Hajima!" He yelled. "Please, I-I b-beg you!"

I tickled him harder and he kicked his legs about. "Take it back, tell me Harry Potter is amazing and I'll stop."

He gasped and held his stomach tightly. "O-okay! It's amazing!"

"What is?"

"Harry Potter." I stopped and stayed kneeling over him. He looked at me with vengeful eyes and a wicked smile set on his lips. SHIT! I rolled and landed on the floor but before I could get away he had grabbed my ankles and started tickling the soul of my foot. I kicked about and screamed. It was torture.

"DongWoon," I laughed in pain. "I'm sorry, stop!" He did and I sat up and pushed him away. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me onto him. He rolled over so that I was lying on my back and he pressed me against the carpet. He smiled seductively and before I could do anything his lips pressed against mine. What the hell is he doing? I was so confused, I wanted this but at the same time I didn't.

He moved away and sat up pulling me with him. "What do you wanna do now?" He asked and I shrugged. "Do you want to watch Harry Potter?" He joked and nudged me with his elbow.

"Nah, I've watched them way too many times. Let's watch StarWars." I have always been a huge StarWars fan, ever since I could remember.

DongWoon smiled. "Now that's a good film." I giggled and got up off the floor and walked over to the large DVD cabinet. "The seventh one is being released soon, isn't it?" I nodded and pulled out the prequel trilogy box set and picked out 'The Phantom Menace' case and placed it in the tray. I sat down on the sofa dragging DongWoon's polka dot blanket over the both of us and started the movie. I then remembered that I had bought some microwave popcorn so I stood up and walked to the kitchen and pulled out one of the pockets. Placing it in the centre of the microwave, and set the timer for 2 minutes, it buzzed to life.

"Which is your favourite?" DongWoon yelled at as the the world wide recognised theme tune started to play as the prologue writing floated up the screen.

I'd never been able to answer that question. "I've never really been able to chose between the movies, but I'd probably say I've watched 'The Revenge of the Sith' the most'."

"I love that one." DongWoon laughed. "You underestimate my power!" He quoted.

I started to chuckle and turned to face the living room. "You were the chosen one!" I yelled the quote just like how Obi-Won does in the film. The microwave beeped so I put the hot sweet popcorn into a plastic bowl and went to sit back down on the sofa. It was now at the bit where JarJar Binx was leading the two Jedi to the Gungan city. JarJar reminded me of myself an awful lot, very clumsy.

"So you're a StarWars nerd then?" DongWoon asked taking a handful of popcorn and threw an individual piece into his mouth.

I got an idea, small but I believed it to be clever. "Hmm, StarWars fan I am," I spoke, impersonating Yoda. DongWoon looked at me with his mouth open in shock.

He gasped, "That was amazing. He tossed another two pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

"That's nothing, you should meet my friend Nick, he does the most realistic Yoda and Chewbacca impersonations I've ever heard." DongWoon laughed and we continued to watch the movie.

*DongWoon's POV*

Day after day passed, week after week and I was getting fed up and bored of my current daily schedule; wake up, eat, watch TV and go back to sleep. And with Sophie doing everything for me I felt useless. She cooked, washed up, did the washing, hoovered, mopped and had even started the work in the garden that HyunSeung has been meaning to do for the past year.

I was getting panicked, very panicked and I have even pacing the length of the kitchen for the past ten minutes. Sophie walked into the kitchen holding a large basket of dirty washing, the mound of clothes drowned her small frame and she dropped it to the floor, jumping back to make sure she didn't drop it on her feet.

She knelt down beside it and started organising the clothes into three piles; darks, lights and whites. "I have no idea who has just left their dirty boxers hanging off the banister on the second floor," she said loading the whites into the washing machine. "But I refuse to pick them up."

I shrugged and continued to pace back and forth. She put a cup of powder into the slot and turned it on. She stood up and turned to face me, her face dropped and she moved to grab my wrists, pulling me to a stand still. "What's wrong oppa?"

"I've got my comeback tomorrow," I mumbled quickly.

"Oh yeah." She chuckled. "Listen to me-" I looked into her eyes. -"you'll be fine, you've already discussed with the guys what you're going to say so stop freaking out."

I took long deep breaths to try and calm my heavily beating heart and I smiled down at her. She reached up on her tiptoes and placed a light kiss on my cheek. "Thanks for everything, I can't thank you enough."

She smiled widely and patted my arm. "Let's make some dinner, I'm famished."