The Adventures of Sabrina and JaeJoong

Chapter Two: Oops

Sitting before me was the guy who occupied a large portion of my heart. And to make matters worse he gripped my wrist so tight it burned. But I didn’t care. It was Jaejoong for crying out loud!! Our chocolate orbs were locked until the sound of a camera flash sent him into get-the-heck-out-of-here mode. Throwing on his expensive sunglasses he jumped up from the bench and darted out of the park, dragging me along with him. Was I scared? Of course. As much as I loved him I sure as heck didn’t want to be involved in a scandal with him. Sasaeng fans scare the crap out of me. 

His grip was still tight on my wrist as I followed close behind him until we reached a black Porsche Carrera 911 with matching black rims. “Get in,” he commanded as he opened the passenger door for me. I willingly got in, just as he was about to drive away. The car was filled with silence, the only sound coming from the engine. It was awkward, being alone with Jaejoong. I should have tried to jump him but I could have cared less in that moment. I rubbed my burning, red wrists until the car came to a stop in a parking garage.

 “I hate paparazzi,” he groaned as he took off the sunglasses. Rubbing his eyes he turned towards me and pointed. “You.” I pointed to myself like an idiot. “Yes, you.” “What did I do? All I did was hand you a drawing.” My voice was soft, almost inaudible. I couldn’t look at his angered face. “Impossible. Then how did the paparazzi know where I was?” His voice was loud and I didn’t like that. I turned to face him and screamed, “You’re an idol!! The paparazzi and sasaeng fans know everything about you!! Heck, maybe it was that girl you were with!!” “Don’t you dare yell at me!!” Our conversation consisted of nothing but yelling and screaming for twenty minutes. I grew tired as time passed and more wise. “You know what? I don’t have to be here.” I got out of the car and slammed the door as hard as possible.

Stomping away from the sports car I heard Jaejoong get out and run towards me. He yanked me back, grabbing my red wrist. I hissed in pain and pushed him away. I attempted to hide the slowly but surely swelling section of my arm, however he was much quicker than I. “Does it hurt?” He examined it briefly before I pulled away. “It’s fine.” I bowed before taking my leave once more. “Where are you going?” “Home.” I kept walking even though he was trying to hold a conversation. “I’ll take you.” “No thanks,” I turned around and faced his chest. I subconsciously closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. It was that of the most tempting cologne in the world. It was a scent I could never grow tired of. “Are you okay?” I opened my eyes, taking note of him checking for a fever. Waving away his hand I muttered, “I’m fine. Let’s just go.”

Within fifteen minutes I was back home, lounging on my sofa with my left hand submerged in ice water. In my favorite sweats, watching Who Are You, I fought the urge to text my best friends and tell them of my utter luck. I didn’t want to run the risk of some sasaeng-fan finding out I’d met one of the biggest idols out there and then come hunt me down. I was so wrapped up in my terrified thoughts that the ringing of my phone caused me to jump. “Hello?” “It’s me. Is your wrist okay?” I breathed a sigh of relief when I found out it was him, however, “Yeah, I’m icing it down, but how did you get my number?” In the background I could hear him talking to someone else. I assumed that he must have been busy, yet he took the time to call and check on me. “I’m fantastic at finding out information on people.” I could hear him smirking through the phone. “Sure…” 

We talked for a bit more, him mostly interrogating me. But I didn’t mind. It was my ultimate bias talking to me on the phone!! In the back I heard someone yell that it was time to shoot another take right before he hung up. “I’ll call you back later.”

It was later that night when things turned bad. 

Sitting on my comfy couch eating a bowl of jjajangmyeon I half watched the news. I was doing some usual late night eating when I noticed a sudden headline running along the bottom of the screen.

“Famous Kpop idol, Jaejoong, was spotted in a park with an unidentified foreign woman.”

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* Jjajangmyeon = blackbean noodles