The Adventures of Sabrina and JaeJoong

Chapter Three: Options

Sitting on the couch I couldn’t believe what I had read. I was in such a state of shock that I failed to notice the bowl sliding out of my lap. Only the sound of the plastic container hitting the ground brought me back to reality. I was awestruck as photos of me handing Jaejoong the drawing and him grabbing my wrist surfaced. Looking down at my phone I began to worry. I was scared of the phone call I would receive.

“Breaking news. Jaejoong is in a press conference explaining the details of these photos.”

I gulped hard as I turned up the volume. “Today there were some pictures taken of me and a friend. I apologize to any of my fans who may have misinterpreted the pictures.” He bowed while sitting, causing the reporters to become restless. “Who is this friend?” “Did you meet her while in America?” “Are you two dating?” He avoided all of the questions, letting his publicist handle things. Within seconds of him going backstage my phone rang. “Hello?” 

“I need you to do me a huge favor.” I was hesitant to answer. “Sure.” “I need you to pretend to be my bodyguard.” “What?!” I couldn’t believe my ears. He wanted me of all people to be his bodyguard. I began to wonder if it was part of his plan to get everyone off his case. “I know you did MMA during college.” He really does have connections, I thought as I got up to make sure the windows and door were secured. “Yeah, but that’s besides the point.” “The point is that I still want to be around you and you pretending to be my bodyguard is the only way that’ll ever happen without ruining my career.” I forget all about him lusting over me when I scoffed. “So you think I’ll ruin your career?” I was enraged. How could he have been so conceited?! “That’s not what I meant.” “Whatever.” I hung up the phone and turned it off. I didn’t feel like being bothered with him.

For the rest of that week I rejected all of Jaejoong’s phone calls. I was still angry with him. I should have just let it go, but I couldn’t. The fact that my bias said that to me hurt like hell. When the weekend came and I had no work to do I stayed home and cleaned up. I also called home despite the ridiculous charges. I hadn’t talked to or seen my mom since she came when I moved into my apartment. “So what you’re saying is that you’re disappointed in the guy you thought you liked?” “Precisely.” I didn’t tell her in detail what happened but I was sure she’d find out either way. “Well, you’ve gotta remember that though he’s an idol he’s also human.” I sighed, knowing that my mom was right. “Alright. I might just apologize for my rudeness.” She laughed and talked to me a bit more before hanging up, saying that calling her at 12pm was interrupting her mid-day nap.

Later that night I woke to the sound of someone knocking and ringing the doorbell. Climbing down from my loft bed I checked the intercom to see who it was. Though the screen was a bit blurry I could tell that it was Jaejoong...and he was drunk. Groaning, I dragged myself to the door and opened it. He stood there, looking like a god but smelling like a homeless beggar. I let him in and locked the door behind him. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in the most sober voice I’d heard since the day after my dad left. “Don’t worry about it.” I trudged back to bed but I stopped when I felt him wrap his arms around my waist. “Let go,” I commanded as I tried to push him off. But he only held on tighter. “No.” I sighed heavily as the moon highlighted the scene, Jaejoong resting his head on my shoulder. “Why not?” His response was slow. “I don’t want to.” “Well, you can let go and I can go to bed...or you can let go and we both get some sleep. Take your pick.”

“Door number two for $500 Alex.”