A Shrine Dedicated to Hwoarang and Pai Chan

I'm Sorry

By: Miko_Kyutkono

Prologue: After the tournament, Jin and Hwoarang met at a parking lot at the basement of a mall. Unfortunately, the military men caught up with him. Though they escaped from the parking lot scot free, they spotted Hwoarang while he was dashing off on his bike. He managed to escpae but after one of the soldiers shot him near his shoulder. Though it was nothing serious, blood flowed doen his dark-green jacket as he swerved around to lose the men in green. After a wild goose chase, he sought a place to hide. Seeing he had no choice but to go to the LAST place on earth he ever wanted to be in, he heads to a luxiourious hotel and sneaks into his friend's room. Tired, out of breath and injured, he sat on the couch waiting for the owner to arrive (expecting the worst) , holding his shoulder tight, hoping to stop the bleeding...soon enough...

***

Pai entered the room holding her purse by the strap, clumsily swinging it around. She slammed the door and leaned against the wall, rolling her eyes to the ceiling and letting out a sigh. "I hate multiple takes...I swear, this whole China-Korean film is just...ARGH!!!" she whipered to herself as she closed her eyes. It was not until she looked around that she notice the red locks of hair resting on the couch. Her eyes widened as she realized who it was and said, "Bob! What are you doing here?". The clump of hair suddenly moved and a brown eye bearing the sign of shock met her. "Oh, gawd...it's you." He said, his eyes blinking as he gave out a sign of relief. Pai rushed to him angrily, as she usually was with him. "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU-!!!" She stopped dead on her tracks, speechless as she saw the red blotch on his jacket. Hwoarang, annoyed at the sight of her staring at his wounded arm (And her usual high pitch voice), said "YEAH, yeah, shut your cake hole, damn it! What? never seen a bleedin' arm before? Gawd, stop acting like a sissy!" Pai, for the first time since they met (Which was by accident), suddenly changed her icy mood towards him. An expression of deep worry filled her doll-like face. She rushed to him and sat beside him, examining the wound which he was pressing with his blood-stained hand. "Oh my...come on let me see it" Hwoarang didn't know if it was the sudden change in her tone, the mildness of her face, or her soft touch as she helped him carefully remove his blood-stained old army jacket and Tae Kwon Do uniform, but something stirred inside him. It was the same feeling he gets when he sees her, the feeling he's been fighting off since the first time they met and she called him a "PIG!". The feeling stirred within him, it began to rush up his blood, his whole body was tense. Pai didn't notice as she was attending to his wound. A strange thought came up to him as he stared at his face. "Kiss her...kiss her..." The voice said. Mezmarized, he would have done so if she hadn't stood up saying "I'll go get the first aid kit". As she rushed to her room, Hwoarang was filled with horror with the realization of what he was about to do. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING?!" He thought. "Gawd, this shot must've wrecked my brain or something!" Yet, as much as he said it was a stupid impulse...he felt a bit dismayed he wasn't able to do it. "NONONO!!! I am definitely NOT into Chines girls who keeps nagging everybody all the time!!! Fuck!". Hwoarang was determined to shake the feeling off. Pai returned to see him shaking his head. "What are you doing?". Hworang was so angry at himself that he didn't think of what he said, he just blurted out "None of your business, Bitch." Silence fell...something that made Hwoarang stop shaking. Usually, when he called her names, she'd rush up to him and give him a good slap. But the silence thickend. A deep, dark silence that bothered him. Slowly, he turned to look at her. And much to his surprise...she was crying...

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she glared at him furiously. "What're you looking at me like that for?" She didn't utter a word, she didn't move. This made Hwoarang ver uncomfortable. For some reason, he felt awful as he saw the flames in her eyes burning right through him. "Good, that'll keep her quiet" He told himself again and again, but the guilty feeling only grew stronger. Pai closed her eyes and bit her lip, bowed down, and said in a very low tone, "I just wish you could respect me...just a little respect is all I want from you..." then she sat beside him, tears still flowing, as she cleaned and bandaged the wound. The soft touch was gone, only an angry force can be felt as she wrapped his arm. Hwoarang kept avoiding eye contact, but he felt hurt., kind of stuck by what she said. He didn't mean to make her cry..."Wait a minute! Why the hell should I care if she wants to cry her ass off? For all I care it could just be a stupid act!" He didn't understand it. He never cared if he hurt anybody. He loves hurting people, he likes kicking ass, he's a badboy...what's a girl to him? Why did HE care this time? He was so confused, pondering on the strange feelings he never felt before that he didn't notice she was done. She stood up and rushed into her bedroom and slammed the door, covering her face with both hands as she continued to cry. Hwoarang's gaze followed her...

***

Having called up for some clothes ("Damnit, does it matter who I am?! I came here with her, okay?! Just get me some fucking clothes!!! Heh, and they call this SERVICE!!!), Hwoarang put them on and looked around for something to eat by dinner time. He didn't want to go to the dinning hall, afraid of being caught. He sat by the table, trying to keep his mind off what happened. He found the silence irritating as he ate. The ticking of the wall clock made things more unbearable, hearing the seconds past. He kept looking at the it restlessly, then at Pai's door, waiting...HOPING she would come out. Getting a bit impatient, he shouted, "Hey! You gonna eat?!" No answer. He finished his food hastily. Afterwards, he opened the TV and scanned through the channels, trying to find something good to watch. He found himself racing his mind through the events as he switched channel after channel, not really interested even with the adult shows now popping up since it was pretty late. It was already ten o' clock, she hadn't come out still. Finally getting a bit worried, he knocked gently on her door. "Pai?" No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. Getting really restive, he got a pin on the table by the drawer and picked the lock. After a few minutes, click sounded and the door was open. He slowly pushed it to peek. "Just a peek...I'm not....I'm not gonna enter...". He looked around. The room was dimly lit in shades of orange by a lamp on the drawer beside a queen-sized four-poster bed. Pai was alseep, her hair still tied up in a bun, her face bearing a melancholy expression. She was facing the door, her hands slightly covering her face. She was wearing a white silk nightgown. Her waist down was covered with the blanket which matched her it. Hwoarang could just see the silhoute of her whole body as she breathe deeply. A funny urge to jump to the bed filled his mind. He wants to enter...no, I have o stay here...maybe just...nonono...this is fine...this is...this is..."Oh what the hell..." He stepped inside and carefully sat at the edge of the bed. He looked around, talking to himself. "Nice room you got...less cobwebs than mine..." then he looked at her. She continued to breathe deeply, her shoulders and breast following its rhythm. She was blissful to look at, making Hwoarang stare at her madly. He wanted to touch it, but was afraid he might awaken her. He carefully ran his finger to her pillows first. It waswet with tears. She cried herself to sleep. He ran his hands to her face and touched her gently, running his finger on her cheeks. She sighed but didn't even fidget. At that point, he didn't know why he called her names, why he ever played tricks on her, why he hated her so much. The urge began to fill him up again. It was stronger, it was like nothing else mattered, he HAD to...just one...maybe...He crossed one arm over her and slowly bent over to her face. He closed his eyes...

***

His lips pressed on her warm, soft skin. It felt so gentle...the sensation burned within him. He pressed them harder to her cheeks. He never felt such sensation overwhelm him. He pulled away slowly, but found himself doing it again...he didn't care if she wakes up...but what if she does?! Pai began to move, her eye slowly opening. He knew this, he didn't want to frighten her. He had to explain to her, he had to tell her how he felt, the feeling he's been fighting since the first time they met. He climbed up her ear and opened his mouth, but he no words came out of him. He didn't know what to say. He said the only thing he could think of, "I'm sorryr, then he kissed her again. She was warmer than usual, she was blushing. She began to sit up, pushing him away, shocked and bewildered. "HW-HWOARANG?! Wh-what are you-" She began pulling up her blanket, an alarm expression was evident on her face. But before she could do anything desperate, he touched her face and slowly guided them to meet his gaze. Her eyes showed both fear and anxiety, her pupils narrowed. Her cheeks were bright pink and she was so warm he could feel her blood rushing up to her tensed body. He grinned at the sight. Then his thumb, which she followed with her eyes, found their way to her pink lips. He gently traced its outline. He closed his eyes and pulled her to him. He kissed her...

***

He felt she was still shocked. He dropped his hands to her waist and wrapped his arms tightly around them, making sure she won't get away. He continued to press her to him, he didn't want to let her go. She was trying to push him away. She couldn't. It was either Hwoarang's own strength or Pai herself was weakening...weakening because deep down she didn't want him to let go either. Hwoarang tried to comfort her. He pulled away his lips for a while and spoke in a deep whisper, "It's alright. Everything's gonna be alright from now on. I'll never hurt you again, nor will I let anyone hurt you. It's alright...relax...you're with me now..." He pressed her lips again and pushed her back down to the soft matress with his body as he climbed up the bed. Pai didn't know what to do. She could only close her eyes as the strange sensations burned her whole body. She felt him pull away from her for a moment. She almost thought it was over, That he realized he was being foolish again. But then she felt his weight press down her again, but this time she could feel his flesh, the heat of his body, his smooth skin. He had removed his clothes. He was kissing and licking her neck, a deep expression of want. She could feel his breath as he exhaled, and felt his hand pulling down the strap of her nightgown. Then Pai remembered something. This was wrong...It was very wrong...this was...this was her first time! "Hwo-Hwoarang...no...stop" She began to push him away again. He didn't let go, he simply looked at her, a bit annoyed from stopping his pleasure. Her voice began to shake as she spoke in between pants, "I Can't...this-this is wrong...it's...i-it's...". He immediately saw the worried look on her face, and he knew it at once what was bothering her. He smiled, he never had a newbie before. He felt even more excited. He climbed back to her face saying, "Don't worry. I'll take care of everything. Relax...I won't hurt you, I'll never hurt you again...trust me. I promise to be gentle." Then he kissed her as he slid his hand into her nightgown (which wasn't very long either. Just a few inches below her buns) and ran it back up to her bosom. She sighed as he fiddled with them while continuing to kiss her madly, awaiting for the signal of her body's approval. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed him to her. Their bodies sweat as the minutes passed. He didn't know how long it took before she gave out a deep sigh, breathing madly. Hwoarang started to remove her clothes. "Pai..." he whispered, as if letting her know what was about to happen...He went on. She arched her back and let out a gasp...

***

She moaned. It hurt her. She began to claw his back with her sharp nails as he pushed on. Trying to relieve her, he continued kissing her and sliding his hands all over her body, hoping the sensations would ease her pain. She continued to close her eyes in pain, biting her lips. "Shh...it's only for a while...it won't be long...I promise..." Tears flowed down her cheeks, the pain was getting the better of her. He wiped of her tears, whispering her name soflty as he continued playng with her body. Then he felt her relax. The pain was gone, it was now replaced with pleasure. Hwoarang sighed and continued on as Pai pressed him harder to her. He couldn't be more satisfied and willing as he continued giving it to her. They went on...

***

The seconds...minutes...hours passed. They didn't notice. They didn't care. The world simply dissapeared. All their worries, their qualms, the world they revovlved in dissolved from their minds. The only important thing was moment. This fleeting moment that they wished would last forever.

Hwoarang was still working on her while she kept whispering his name softly. Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation. He very well knew what it was, and he knew the consequences if he let it spill in her. He was about to withdraw himself from her but she only pushed him to her saying, "Let it go. I'm yours. It wouldn't matter." And so he did. She gave out a gasp. They both felt good about it. Hwoarang grinned as he dreamily looked at Pai who was breathing heavily.

***

Hwoarang continued for a while. Finally exhaustion got the better of them. He got off her and lied down beside her. They were both gasping for air. After catching his breathe, Hwoarang wrapped hi arms around Pai who had her back turned against him. He sniffed her hair as she began to drift off to dreamland. She was completely worn out. This day has been very tiring...exotic but tiring. Hwoarang meant to say something again. "Pai..." He whispered softly. She gave out a soft "hmm". Hwoarang's mind sped fast. He wanted to say so many things, yet he couldn't bring himself to say a word. Finally, he simply said, "Nothing...". He kissed her head and hugged her tightly. Laying his head on the pillow, his eyes began to close. How he wished this night would never end. The world was but a distant dream. Just the two of them. Alone in this room. Pai wrapped around his arms tenderly, pressing her soft, warm body against his...then he drifted off to sleep...

~THE END~