How did I get myself into this?
All I was suppose to do was go to that damn party and come back. I wasn't suppose to go, skip, and bring back home a girl. I don't even know what possessed me.

After she left out of the bar I ran after her only to see her getting assaulted by some street thugs. I'm mean what guy beats on a random helpless girl. A group no less. That just pissed me off then there was her mother or who I expect was her mother. I may not know the whole story but all I know is that Jean was strong. Stronger than anyone I knew. Beaten, cold, homeless and yet, still smiling.

Now she slept in the seat beside me on the another boring flight. It was last minute but I managed to get another first class seat so she could properly rest.

That flight attendant from before passed by me with her head down. She'd been avoiding me the entire flight. Not that I blamed her, but she still had to do her job.

"A-are you doing alright sir?" She waited for a few moments before attempting to leave.

"Well..." I began. It was probably a harsh thing to do, I could see so much pain in her face. "Can I get a glass of water?"

She nodded and moved away. It was basically a run. She didn't return, instead another attendant brought me a bottle of water and a small glass of ice. This one glared at me the entire time. What a bitch. They were acting like I asked the girl out when I'm pretty sure I only said three words to her.

Jean began to move closer, she buried her face in my shoulder. She attempted to move closer a couple of times but failed.

'You must be in so much pain'

My phone buzzed. Jean stirred, laying in the opposite direction.

'Damn.'

I had gotten a text from Bae. Hopefully it wasn't about the bet I lost a couple of days previous.

Yo. You on your way back?

I replied back not bringing up Jean or the bet.

Yeah. Why?

'Probably not smart'

Because you owe me sushi! that's why!

Yeah I guess I do

So whatcha bring me?

Nothing. Lol

Damn. Lol.

Oh btw, I'm picking you up from the airport. You landing soon right?

Yeah. 10 minutes

Ai'ight see you there

right.

I turned off my phone feeling sick. I had no idea how I was going to explain this one.

---

"I still can't believe you kidnapped a French girl." YoungBae said. He glanced in the rear view mirror at the still sleeping Jean before busting out in laughter. He had called our chance meeting a scene from a drama. I couldn't argue with him there, I just wished he'd stop laughing.

"Bae~ it's not funny." I whined as we came to a red light. He looked at me seriously.

"You're right. But you know that she's your responsibility now. You made a reckless decision and now have to go through with it."

I hated when he was right. I never really needed to take care of anyone else, well except family but everyone does that, and GaHo didn't count. In terms of another person, not during trainee years, living with me, I never had to take care of them.

"How hard could it be? I feed her, bathe her, makes sure she sleeps and take her for walks every now and again. Right?" The both of us couldn't help but laugh at my poor excuse for a joke. The light changed.

"Aha that was bad."

"I know."

"By the way how old is she?"

"Uhhh..."

There was a question I forgot to ask myself.

"You don't know do you?"

"Well..."

We finally arrived in front of my condo. I stepped out into the cool, crisp windy evening. It wasn't as cold in Seoul as it was in Paris, but it was getting there. I stretched, breathing in the familiar scent. Home.

"Yah! Forgetting something?" YoungBae called out.

"Oh!" I said before shutting the passenger door. I know that's not what he meant but as long as it kept him laughing and not asking questions, so be it.

"Not what I meant."

"Oh? Hmm do you mind? You're so much stronger than me." I indicated at Jean. Youngbae rolled his eyes and pulled her out, carrying her bridal style.

We had barely made it to the elevators before Jean shuffled around in YoungBae's. I couldn't help but feel a bit jealous by it. It was cute. She was cute.

"Que s'est passe?" Or at least that's what it sounded like what she said. Bae froze in place like a deer in the headlights. He turned to me, his face expressed that of someone watching another person dying.

"What?" I whispered
.
"What do I do?" He mouthed. I pointed to the currently open elevator. We just needed to proceed on and hopeful not drop Jean in the process.

I wonder how shady it must have looked for two men whispering and carrying an unconscious girl around. I would find out the answer as the elevator opened two floors early. Three elderly women stood opposite me and YoungBae. They went from talking among themselves to jaws dropped and disapproved looks.

Rice had more color than Bae at the moment. Anyone would've thought he was a ghost because how pale he went. He was frightened, but not just the normal "ahh a monster!" No, he was white knuckles, eyes wide, vomit, adrenaline, heart pounding scared. Who knows what he must have been thinking, what the ahjumma's must have been thinking.

"We'll take the next one." Said the shortest one dressed in a pink track suit. The doors couldn't close fast enough.

"Shit Jiyong." Bae said as he took a deep breath.

"We should've looked suspicious," I replied.

"After I put her down I'm getting out of here. You saw the look on those ahjumma's faces? Shit. They probably think we were gonna...aggh?" He was basically screaming. Jean flinched under him. All the moving must have came into contact with one of her bruises.

"Ahh, be careful . She's slightly hurt. And who cares what they thought. In my opinion we should've made it worse."

We had finally made in to my condo. I unlocked the door to a wonder, it was in the modern mode. Squares, ovals in reds and blacks and some avant grade furniture in the mix. To be honest it resembled an art gallery. Jean was placed down softly on the white French style sofa.
"Ai'ight bro, I'm out of here." Bae called out. He stopped short with a huge smile on his face. "And be a good boy." He exited before I could reply.

'What the hell was that suppose to mean anyway?!'

---

I tried to relax and enjoy the book I was reading but I felt utterly uncomfortable. It been hours since Jean woke up, taken a shower, eaten and now she sat in the small armchair in one of my shirts flipping through random channels. How I possibly forgot that she had no other clothing is beyond me.

There were small water stains by her waist, right where her hair stopped. Her skin was so clear and soft looking. Her legs went on forever, one safely tucked under the other. That wasn't even my favorite shirt but on her even the white and gold buttons seemed ............erotic. It wouldn't hurt to look........or touch. Right?

I stood up aburtly, startling Jean and GaHo, who was resting beside me. I felt like a child, it's not like I haven't had a girl in my clothes before. Yet, somehow I couldn't keep cool around this one.

"I'm going out, I'll be back." I said quickly before leaving her alone. I smacked myself on the forehead while briskly walking down the hall.

"Did I say that in Korean or English?" Asking no one in particular.

'Smooth. Real smooth.'

I decided to go shopping. Jean needed some clothing of her own. The sooner, the better. Also maybe a French to Korean dictionary, just in case I choke in front of her again.

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