The One for Me

I hummed a song as I laid on the floor of the library. I added wood to the fire so that it was warm, I hated being cold. And I hated feeling weak. Why was Key’s mother so worked up over us? It wasn’t like we were going to get married. I slapped my face with my hand realization. She didn’t want him messing around with me because I was getting ‘married’. I suddenly had a strong hate for Hana-ssi. Who did she think she was? Just coming in to my life and stealing what was the most valuable to me! My choice to choose who I love. It was taken away. I grinned at the thought of her hideous face being broadcasted across Baekje. It would be an embarrassment sitting next to her on a thrown that could have belonged to someone gorgeous.

“Jonghyun-hyung?” a knock came from the other side of the wooden door. “May we come in… someone is here to see you.”

I slapped my hand over my face again and yelped. I smacked myself. “Come in,” I reluctantly replied.

The young servant boy, Haku, who I use to play with when I was naïve, came in with about twenty other men with him. I stood and tried my best to look welcoming, but my sour mood got the best of me. “Hello Oppa,” a cute squeak voiced. The men moved out of the way and I saw a short skinny girl. She was wearing floral robes and had a silver crown in her curly black hair.

“And who are you?” I asked rudely. Her Korean was terrible, and her accent sounded familiar.

Haku’s eyes widened as the heart shaped face girl walked up to me. I was taller than her, a whole head taller. She gave me a shy smile and stood on her tippy toes to press a gentle peck on my cheek. There was no tingle, or sparks when she did it and I immediately blamed that on Key. “I am Hana-Ko.”

My eyebrows shot up in complete utter surprise. “Hana-ssi from Japan?” I prayed she would say no so we could send her back and wait for the hideous fat women I was looking for.

She nodded cutely. “Do you know Japanese?”

“I do,” I eyed her suspiciously. She seemed a little bit too cute. Her round eyes widened at my reply and I could clearly see the golden color that surrounded her brown iris. Her face was flawless with a slight tan. I couldn’t help but smile, she was adorable.

“That is perfect! We are a perfect match!” She cheered. Instantly I thought of Minho. They would have gotten along well.

I cleared my throat. “I will be speaking in my native tongue however…because the wife is to adjust to her husband correct?”

She bowed and it was shocking that she even would attempt to. I had never bowed to anyone even if they were older than me. Not even my father could get one out of me. “Yes Oppa!”

“Haku dismiss the other men to their guest rooms on the third floor… Hana-ssi and I want to be alone,” I ordered casually. Haku bowed and ushered the men away.

She blushed. “You want to be alone with me?”

“Well I figure we can’t get to know each other cooped up with all the other unnecessary accessories. Can we?”

She shook her head as I picked up my black book from my desk and locked it in to the drawer under it. The key was on a chain which was either around my neck or hidden fairly well from curious eyes. I refused to allow her to come across my songs. That was Key and I’s moment. I wanted to savor the memories Kibum and I had.

“Shall we tour the castle?” I asked.

“I would love to,” she curtsied and hurried to place her hand on the inside of my elbow as I led her out of my sanctuary.

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It was late but I couldn’t sleep. First, I couldn’t get Hana’s excessive giggling out of my head and second, I couldn’t get Key out of my head. I recalled him offering me his room for comfort when I needed it on our first day as friends. It seemed so long ago. I dressed lightly and cracked my balcony door open. I crept over the edge of the stoned railing and climbed down the thorny hedge that failed at keeping me inside. I thought about diving and rolling like a ninja but thought better of it. I didn’t want to get hurt being an idiot, especially so late at night.

I knocked softly on Key’s bedroom window but there was no answer. I knocked harder and darted my eyes around the perimeter to make sure no one had seen me. Soon I saw a confused groggy Key unlocking the glass divider. I slid inside and closed it behind me.

“Why are you here?” he groaned.

I poked out my bottom lip. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“I thought you weren’t going to see me again,” he hissed with his hands on his hips.

“Why would you think that?” I asked curiously.

“Because you said,” he quoted. “See you around.”

I missed the fact that his eyes were puffy and red from crying. Even though it was hard to see
I figured he probably cried himself to sleep. I stepped close to him and he tried to push me away but I grabbed his wrist. I placed my hand on his lower back and pushed him toward me as I pressed our lips together. He wrapped his free arm around my neck and separated his lips to let my tongue enter. I moved my hands over his body; I loved how my hands dipped in to the curve of his waist and rounded out to his butt. I gripped him hard enough to make him grunt and lifted him so that we would fall on the bed.

“What are we doing?” Key asked heavily. He was short of breath and even in silk pajamas he managed to look extremely sexy.

“I’m proving to you that I could never stop seeing you,” I huffed. He wrapped his legs around my waist and reconnected our lips. His hands wandered up my shirt and over my chest. He scratched my back gently as I kissed along his jawline. I nipped his neck and smirked when a tiny yelp released from his lips. I bit down harder enjoying the way the slimmer boy squirmed beneath me.

“Jong,” he breathed heavily digging his nails in my back. I sucked on the sensitive flesh running my hand up Key’s leg. When I reached his inner thigh he arched his back, pressing his chest to mine. I growled as Key shifted, our groins pressing together angrily. His room was poorly lit except for the moonlight there was nothing, but somehow I could see his pale face and smoky eyes clearly. I watched how his mouth fell open in pleasure when I traced my index finger along the top of his pajama pants. His adam’s apple was clearly visible as his back arched, his head falling back as well. His skin smelled like pears and roses. The sweet scents together made Key seem edible. The feline eyes I loved so much widened when I ran my hand down to his crotch.

A loud gasp released from his lips and I chuckled. “See if I leave you I won’t get to see you like this.” I laid next to him making sure there was space between us. I may have been teasing him but for some reason I wanted to rip his clothes off.

“You’re an ass Jong,” Key sighed breathlessly.

“The way you said it made it sound so... complimentary,” I retorted. He hit me with a pillow and I grinned. “What? I can’t be arrogant but you can?”

Key scoffed. “I am not arrogant.” I gave him a look that I knew his cat eyes would catch. “I’m not!”

I glanced at the boy beside me. He was so amazing in my eyes. He had different sides to his personality that just created someone I couldn’t keep my hands off of. It got silent and the soft look in his eyes scared me. “Hana-ssi came today,” I confessed breaking the silence.

“Who is that?” Key asked hesitantly. I could tell by how he avoided my eyes that he already knew who it was.

“The woman I am arranged to marry.”

He turned on his side, his back away from me and I could hear the faint sniffles. He didn’t say anything after that and neither did I. I just scooted close to him and threw my arm over his waist. I listened to his tears and I counted each one that fell.