Refuge

                                 "Emiko, don't go into the forest." is what my mother once told me. i casted my big brown eyes at her. "why?" i was young, i didn't understand. she gazes outside the window, sighing, casting her caring gentle eyes on mine. "Because, Emiko, there are bad people out there." i nod, a chilly hand runs down my back. Bad people? my mother was lying, She always did this to keep me from harm, to shelter me from fear. Once she told me not to talk to strangers. the reason was: they'll take you away and you're never see me again. For years i believed my mother, until, i got older enough to understand the real world. She couldn't shelter me anymore. She had to understand that...she couldn't even shelter me from, love. even if she wanted to. i wish she could, i wish she did. i didn't know how i'd experience my first time falling for a guy and it happened... it was out of my control. no one could save me-

             Emiko's eyes widen when she sees a young man in front of her, breathing hard. She backs up as she eyes the mysterious young man. his hair, covered by a Hood, his jeans loose on him, but perfectly fitted at the same time. she backs up into a brick wall, behind her. the cold frosty air of the city of Seoul kissed her face. But, she felt a warm feeling of threat as this young man inched closer to her. Her eyes wide, as she looks, for a place to run. No where. She was in the back of the street ally. her curiosity got the best of her as the young man tossed his head back and continued to drink his beer. He's drunk! Oh, i'm so screwed. So much for exploring during the night...She thought loosely. she bites her lip, as she patted herself for her phone. maybe i can call her help.... her heart pounds violently in her chest. he's much closer now. her hands shaking nonstop as she dials for the police, for someone. it was too late. her breath got caught in her throat, when she feels his grasp on her wrist. she drops her phone. Crap! her eyes widen, as she smells the scent of alcohol and Cologne. She struggles, trying to snatch her hand away, but he was too strong. his grip got tighten as he chuckles, pushing her towards the brick wall behind her.  He leans in. she turns her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "Let go!" she struggles to say. "Or what?"

 he says back, whispering in her ear. "O-OR i'm going to call the cops!" oh gawd, how stupid. my phone is on the ground  for crying out loud. he laughs at her, glancing at the ground, a shadow casts over his face. "That's funny, yoja, but i do recall that you dropped it. And i'm holding you against a wall," he leans in, his mouth near Emiko's ear. "Care to elaborate an idea to get it?" she shivers. she couldn't tell if it was because the young man was drawing closer to her or because of the crisp cold breeze passing. She was speechless. all she did was blink, hard. "Oh? no words yoja?" he asks. "My name isn't yoja. my name is Emiko, and i'd like to be called that."she bluts out. he stares at her. "What?" she glares, struggling to escape. no use. "You bore me." he sighs, shaking his head. a smirk played on his lips. emiko's eye brows draw together. "I bore you?! You're some complete stranger-"  out of no where his lips crash against hers. her body resists stuggle once she felt his teeth gently bite down on her bottom lip. her heart pounding loudly in her ears as he pulled her against his built tall body. her blood boils. he continutes on, his lips soft and gentle, yet he was so rough, forcing her against the wall. his kiss was like a beautiful summer day, at the sokcho beach and a hurricane raging on in a city, tearing houses apart. her heart like a drum, ringing frantically in her ears as his hands, wonder under her shirt. she never felt this way before. especially from a stranger. this was her first kiss...

      Emiko POV

I wake up lazily. My hazy as i stretch and yawn. What-What happened last night? I realize i'm not in My bed. My eyes widen as i throw the covers off me, frantically gaze around. It's a clean white room. Art pieces are neatly place on windows. CDs and notebooks are piled on the floor. Oh crap! Where am I?! I get up. The visons of lastnight coming to mind. My eyes widen. Before i said anything, i here the door open. I gasp to see the familiar flawless face of the guy from lastnight! OmO! The guy yawns. Entering and running his hand through his hair. His eyes catch mine. "Oh. You're here." he leans against the door post. Ah? Who is this Man?! "Well of course I'm here!You brought me- Omg!" i look at the bed i'm on. "Did you and i-"

He chuckles lightly. O///O. Oh no! I need to get out of here. He slowly walks towards the bed. "Honey, I'd rather do that while you're awake. Ild be more.... ah, you know.... hotter. More exciting. You know?" he asks. I.blush. This guy is insane! Where.my.phone?! "But,".he begins, perching on his bed side looking at the sheets smirking. His sharp eyes meet mine. My breathe caught in my throat. "You truly don't know. You must be a virgin. The way you kissed-it was your first, wasn't it?"  Omg omg.... how did he know?! I look down again. "  I-I... who are you?!" i change the subject. He stares at me for a while. "I thought so. I'm.... you can call me Jiyong." he grins.

jiyong!? I feel a chunk of saliva accumulate in my throat. Jiyong? I shiver at the way he said his name. So determined, so dangerous. I back up on the bed. "Please take me home." I avoid looking at his flawlessly structured face. I swing my legs on the hard wood flooring. i feel my bare feet meet with the ground.  icey fingers creeps up my back constantly in that moment. or was it because....

I slowly glance over my shoulder to see him gazing at me still. At my body.

I squeal jumpping up. I shield my self.

"take me home!" I whine.

He nods, but instead of getting off his bed, he laid back. He looks up at me as soon as his head just his pillow. "Fine, but you didn't tell me your name. Why do you want to rush off so fast? Didn't your parents teach you manners?" he asks.

I swallow hard, biting my lip, which is becoming an absurdly bad habit I've never had before.

"I-I already told you." I sigh.

He lifts his head off the pillow. "When?"

"last night."  I grunt in annoyance.

"Honey, you do realize I was drunk right?"

Aish, this man!

"Its Emiko," I wonder to the other side of the spacious room. I still feel his eyes on me.
"And I want you to take me home."