Things Told Again In Onew (1/1)

Chapter 14: I carefully lay Song Seonsaeng-nim down onto my bed. I crouch on the ground next to the bed, my arms crossed on the mattress, and chin on my arm and I look up to see her face. What a sound sleeper... or maybe she really hasn't slept properly for the last five years. When she's not scolding and scrunching up her face in pain, she reflects peace and beauty on her face. Stealthily, I place the other end of the blanket over her, and walk out of the room, closing the door to make sure that no disturbances interrupts her re-experience of sleep. I feel awful for being such a bastard; this thing with all of us just being such jerks, first with Minho, next with Key, then Taemin being all immature and now I'm to follow; usually, Jonghyun's the one being an arse. Hm... If only I knew how bad her migraines could get – oh! I'm regretting every second of what I've just done. I should've just been honest with her; she's a teacher, she'll understand it when I explain to her about my relationship with stress! This feeling I have from the pit of my stomach is making me sick. It's like someone punched the air out your stomach, and then afterwards, you can never take a deep enough breath. The heart is never a steady pace. And this fear of how the Song Seonsaeng-nim will judge me in the future continuously rolls in my mind. I try to put on such a good impression on the first day, then the second day, I step on my own foot. She'll never take me seriously ever again; what if she develops a hatred for me because of this and decides not to teach me; then I won't be able to finish the course and therefore indirectly failing it? S.M. didn't tell us the consequences of failing... would our contract be immediately terminated? Or maybe they'll temporarily remove me from SHINee until I've obtained my credit. Either ways, I'll hate it. Damn my irrationality; if I were to think before I leap, then I wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe it's not too late to try and make it up to her. What's an offer she can't resist? Money? Don't have enough of that. Fame? Doubt she can even sing. ...Maybe she can live here. I'll use her migraines as a reason. I'll simply tell Marisa that Song Seonsaeng-nim has to stay with us, because her house is too noisy and she'll get migraines, and that'll affect the quality of her teaching, and I might fail the course as a result. She'll have to thank me for getting her out of that Hell-lair she keeps on talking about, and she'll have to continue teaching me if she wants to stay in the house, but if she fails me, I can always threaten to kick her out of the house and back into that torture chamber she calls an apartment suite; killing three birds with one stone – how absolutely clever and slightly on the devious side. I never knew I had it in me to be so cunning; it's actually very frightening.Then the sound of the door opening. I look down at my watch; yeah, they get off class at 2PM, but we usually dwell at Downtown Toronto until 6PM before getting back. Did they miss me? Aw~ they're so sweet. I walk out to the mud room, hoping to greet SHINee, but instead, a girl is removing her coat in there. Who is she? I stand there staring for a second, not knowing if the girl's a burglar or not; she has keys, so technically, she's not breaking and entering, but then again, she's a complete stranger.“Er... can I help you?” I really have no idea how to start a conversation in such awkward context. If she is breaking and entering, she could pull a gun out and kill me... The girl hangs up her jacket, and turns to me. She smiles and stops and stares for a while. Is she looking at me?“O-M-G! You must be Onew! Like Oh My God, you look so adorable in person. Why are you here right now? Shouldn't you be at school? Whatever. Smile!” She pulls her camera out and takes a surprise shot. She excitedly looks at the picture. “No, no, no! Another one, another one! You blinked in this one. And for this one, I want you to wrap your arm around my shoulder.” She was talking so fast, I could barely understand what she was trying to say. “You know, wrap your arm around my shoulder.” She manually lifts up my arm and slips under. The only thing I can do right now is to stare. I've never seen a fan so demanding. She started spewing instructions in fluent Korean, but none of it processed in my head; her bossy attitude, her fluency in Korean, the way she makes me stop talking, and her protruding boobs... oh man, she's so appealing. “Hm~ I like that look in your eyes. Just look sexy.” She snaps a few more picture in succession. “Like I'm totally gonna put this up on facebook and Twitter and make all my friends like super jealous. OMG! Look, look, look, Onew! This picture is so... what's that word...? EXTRAVAGANT!” I'm not sure how extravagant fits in the context of her sentence, but whatever she said sounded right. Her platinum blond hair, although artificially dyed, is the perfect colour, and slightly caresses her swelling breasts. Urgh! When did I turn so superficial? I've never liked a girl just for her physical appearance before. I barely know her, but yet, I'm already falling in love. My eyes, they were glued onto her chest, and she catches me looking. “I hate it when guys look at my boobs; it's like they think that's the only thing I have. I mean, like, I'm a girl. I have so many other things to offer. But with you, I feel so comfortable...” She removes her top, revealing her only with her bra. I gulp, hard. “Oppa,” she begins with a breathy voice, yet in a seducing way, “I'm getting all hot for you!” She slowly caresses her breasts, while making small, high-pitched moans. What's going on? Onew! You don't know this girl. You don't even know her name. But my hands are reaching forward, ready to grope her hands and her chest; what my true intentions are at the moment? I'm not even sure. Did I want to stop her from self-pressure, or did I want a feel for her chest?“Ahem.” And staring at me eye to eye is Song Seonsaeng-nim. My shaky reputation is about to collapse on itself. Now she's going to think I'm a jerk and a pervert. My hands for some reason felt something soft, and I look back at the girl. “FUCK!” I've never cussed so loud ever in my life. Song Seonsaeng-nim's expression, with her jaw nearly to the ground, and her eyes practically the size of golf balls, tell me that she is not impressed by my behaviour and reaction all. “Seongsaeng-nim, listen! My hand, it... it absentmindedly reached over for her chest. I really didn't intend to touch her boobs. I just temporarily lost all control over my hand.” Song Seonsaeng-nim nods and looks over to the girl, then looks over back at me, then nods again.“Well, Jinki. I see that it's not temporary. I would say you've lost all control of your hands; your hands probably even have minds and willpower of its own, seeing how it's still on her...” she stops mid-sentence, lets out a sigh and shakes her head, disappointingly as I would infer.“Onew, who's this girl?” The girl comes closer up to me, and wraps her arms around my waist. I shift uncomfortably as we make eye contact, afraid that she might feel my erect penis on her lower abdominal area. Song Seonsaeng-nim shakes her head again.“No, better question Jinki. Who's this girl?!” Good question. I don't know her name. I look at my teacher; if someone were to hold a mirror up to my face, I would probably an expression of both worry and uncertainty. “I take your silence as an answer. So you don't know this girl... wow, so what makes her different from a prostitute? Oh don't tell me Jinki, you don't have to pay her. I'm telling you, Mr. “Onew”, because you're a famous Korean pop sensation, means that you have even more of a reputation to keep up. I count my prayers right now that I'm not a fan of your little boy group, because after spending two days with you, you've become comparable to... to... to...” She stops. Her fists clenched together, and clearly she was going to say something, but instead a tear dropped out of her left eye. “...all I'm saying is that many fans would be crushed seeing you so indiscreet. Good job, Jinki. In two days, you've managed to lose all my respect, and like I said, good thing I'm not a fan and I could careless about what you do, or this news would be spreading like wildfire on the Internet by now.”“Gasp! You bitch! You can't talk to Onew like that. Come on, Onew! Say something to slap that bitch across the face for treating you with no respect.” But I know sub-consciously that Song Seonsaeng-nim's right; I haven't presented myself as a good student, or a good person at all for that matter. What am I to say? Call her a bitch, and leave her with a most incorrect misconception of me. Immediately pull my hand away from the girl's chest.I go up to Song Seonsaeng-nim and give a long, respectable bow. “Jesonghamnida!”“Onew!!! Why are you saying sorry?! You should be kicking her out the door.”“Who are you to tell him to kick me out the door?”“Because I'm in charge of this house, and I can do whatever I like. Even if Onew wanted to rape me, you would have no right to stop him. Get it right you bossy bitch! This is my house, not yours. I make the rules, not you! If you don't like him being more attracted to me than to you, well the door's over there. Just don't let it hit your face before you leave; OH WAIT! It seems like it already did, how else would you end up being so fugly!” The girl laughed; for some reason, I'm not so attracted to her anymore. Her laugh is rather annoying. But what am to do? This girl is supposedly the owner of the house. I would like to punch her in the face...“I'm sorry. I'm here only for Jinki, and until he wants me to leave, I'm not going anywhere.” Song Seonsaeng-nim jerks my arm, and pulls me along with her as she starts running for my room again.“Hey! What are you doing with Onew?!” The girl's loud shrill along with the breaking of one of the heels on her shoe was the last thing I hear before Seonsaeng-nim slams the door close and locks it.“If I didn't tell you before, Jinki, I'm telling you now! You're a perverted bastard who's also fucking retarded!”   Sorry for the slow update D; It's hard to find time to write now, but I won't give up. I shall continue writing whenever I find the time.