Untamed (Part II)
Title: Untamed (Part II)
Author: mintheart♥
Length: Drabble
Parings: JaejoongxFictional
Rating: NC - 17
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Devoted Fans DO NOT READ. Contains fan offensive comments.
A/N: :) Hope you like it! Comments&Suggestions welcomed! :D
Summary: It's not too late, it's never too late, to escape our chains, because we are untamed, and our hunger for freedom is never ending...
IV.
“Amber, wake up right now!”
My pillow was cruelly snatched away as violent yells filled my vulnerable eardrum with piercing echoes. I groaned as I tried to find a replacement without even opening my eyes, it was too much work.
“I said get up!” It was my mother. No surprise there, only she could wake up this early, “Are you listening to me?!”
“No…” I croaked, pulling the blanket over my head to cover myself, “And you said wake up the first time, not get up.”
“Don’t you use your bitchy attitude on me,” She snarled, yanking the blanket off of my face as she threw something on my face, “Look at this!”
My nose crinkled at the moldy smell as I shook it off. “Ew! What is this?”
“Today’s headline: ‘New trend? Pierce smudges her own lip gloss onto the bartender!’ and ‘Naughty Amber Pierce strikes again! Table dancing in Cuban Club!’,” She raged, like she had already memorized those skanky headlines, “Was that why the butler told me you came home at four in the morning? Because you were out in some trashy bar?”
“Oh, so you wouldn’t have known that I came home if it wasn’t for the butler, right?” I was fuming with anger more than she was, my eyes started to sting as I sat up to smack the newspaper onto the floor, “You wouldn’t even know where your daughter was if it wasn’t for the paparazzi?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Stop trying to distract me with your acts. I’m your mother Amber, your tricks don’t work on me. The point is, do you even know who you are anymore? Look at yourself in those pictures…It’s absurd!”
“How could I not remember mother?” I swallowed hard to keep my voice stable, but the lump in my throat refused to budge as I recited robotically, “I’m Amber Pierce, daughter of Amanda Pierce, CEO of Petite Belle cosmetic empire. How could I forget, mother? You remind me every single day.”
“Good. Since your head is clear of your identity, then maybe you should work to keep the Pierce name clean. Don’t think I have no idea what you are scheming in your secret agenda, your little act of attention grabbing is too conspicuous for me. So don’t make me send you to an all girls’ military school.”
I couldn’t catch onto my breath for a second as I heard her intimidating threat, my throat now swollen with throbbing pain as I choked to speak again. But I had a hard time trying to compose my thoughts into a full sentence as they roamed all over the place.
“So you know that I was trying to get your attention, didn’t you?” I muttered, my deranged eyes locking with her gaze, “If you knew, then why can’t you stop your mindless punishments and listen to my reasons for once?”
“Your reasons would just be pure excuses Amber,” She replied.
“How would you know they are excuses, mother?! What are you-One of the brain cells in my head that knew everything I felt or thought?!” I screamed on the top of lungs with all the energy I had, “No you are not! You are not me, and you can’t expect yourself to shape me into an exact duplicate of you like you did to Abby! Because I am not Abby either!”
“I knew you would argue like this,” She responded in a monotonous voice as the reaction to my howling rants; I looked at her flawless yet expressionless face and I wanted to shriek, not wanting to believe that this heartless woman was my mother, “You are going to England after your sister’s wedding, you can stay here for the summer, but after that, you are going to that military school, and that’s final.”
I shook at her stern voice as I was beginning to loose my fury. Instead, the tingles of numbness slowly crawled within me as I stared into her eyes blankly.
“Who are you? Where was my mother that had read me stories when I was three? And where was my mother who used to look after me when I was sick? Now all you did was either judging my outer appearance or telling me how much of a delinquency I was being…” I chuckled to myself bitterly as I staggered towards the bedroom door without turning back to look at her again, “You are not my mother. ‘Cause I think she left me along with my asshole dad when he ran out of Miami.”
After those final words had been said, I busted out the beach house with a loud kick on the front door. As I darted out of the house and onto the beach, there stood Jaejoong on the front porch, still and motionless as a statue as he watched me with intense gaze. I narrowed my eyes at him to armor myself with the usual bitchy look as I dashed past by him. But my pitiful tears had leaked out of my swelling eyes before I had even realized it; I tottered to wipe them off of my face but had ended up falling hard onto the pavement instead.
My knee pulsed with jabbing pain as I struggled to get back up. But somehow when one disaster happens, the rest seemed to follow after it like they were attracted to a magnet. My ankle had somehow been sprained during the fall as well. Crap. What a fun way to start my summer.
“Whoa, whoa, stop,” Jaejoong rushed over as he held my arm, trying to help me up, “Don’t push yourself, you’ll stress your ankle too much. Are you okay?”
“Don’t touch me!” I tried to shake off his grip, though he continued to clutch onto me, “Go away!”
“You are hurt, so I can manage to settle with our differences for now,” He insisted, “Will you stop moving?”
“I never said I was willing to settle for anything,” I growled ferociously. What was wrong with him today? Had everyone gone mental? “Besides, you dislike me as much as I hate you, so why don’t you pretend you didn’t see me? And if you try to bring me back inside the house, I will kill you.”
He snickered, with an irritating look on him that I nearly threw a punch in his face. “I’m not an idiot. And trust me, I know about family disputes more than you do.”
“Oh, so now you are the mister know-it-all,” I grunted as he pulled me off the ground, my ankle cutting through my muscles like a knife with piercing pain as my foot touched the ground. I cringed as I wavered, with Jaejoong saving my fall. Great. Now I’ve officially and completely lost my edge in front of him, “I can walk by myself.”
“No, you can’t,” He argued stubbornly, “I’ll take care of your foot in my car.”
My mouth fell open as I snapped my head. “What?! Hell no! I’m not going into your car.”
“Okay, it’s either that or back to the house,” He shrugged, “Your choice.”
I bit my lip. First it was my psycho mother’s threat and now it was Jaejoong’s blackmailing. Maybe this was the legendary karma that everyone worshipped-I was finally getting my consequences for my bitchy sins after all.
“You know you have a Korean accent?” I tried my one last and ultimate tactic-distraction, “Really bad Korean accent.”
“Either the house or the car.”
“Fine,” I grumbled at his contumacy, “The car.”
He smiled in victory as I tallied my mental score board in my head again-Round two: Winner, Kim Jaejoong. Loser: Amber Pierce. I was extremely disappointed at the fact that I was conquered by someone who had known me for less than seventy-two hours.
“Besides, you don’t have to be so alarmed around me, I’m not going to eat you or anything, even though I’m still a little mad at you,” He supported me all the way towards his car and beamed a brilliant smile; I thought my heart had skipped a beat for a second, then I knew I was hallucinating from the lack of sleep for sure, “I think I can arrange something that could loosen you up from all this pressure.”
I raised my eyebrows in doubt as he started the car.
V.
With another boom, the last streak of gleaming fireworks had gone up into the starry night sky, tainting it with luminous scattering glitters like a million fluttering fireflies. I speculated in amazement as I laughed gleefully, my heart lighter than it had been in a long time, even though my ankle had been patched up like a bloated, retarded-looking tumor.
“I can’t believe someone like you could come up with an idea like this,” I exclaimed, turning to look at Jaejoong, “It’s incredible.”
“Was that supposed to be another diss?” His forehead creased.
“Mm…I guess it was both a diss and a compliment,” I raised up my bottle for another sip of beer, “But thanks anyways. Fireworks really got the image of my mother’s face out of my mind.”
“Well I’m glad. And I’m surprised to say this, but I think we really can get along after all.”
“We don’t really have to, you know,” I corrected him, “It’s not like I’m going to stay for a long time anyways.”
He gazed me for a short moment before replying. “I think you actually want to stay with your mother. If you didn’t, then you wouldn’t have tried so hard to grab her attention, even though you fought with her this morning.”
Stupid Jaejoong, he was ruining my blissful mood now. “Don’t think you know me when you don’t really understand a crap.”
“Listen to me, Amber,” He called my name for the very first time, in a breathtaking stern tone that made me shot my head around to gape at him in stupefaction, “I know about obnoxious and controlling families more than anyone. My father tried to forge me into a younger version of him years ago, I managed to escape temporarily by becoming a singer, or at least I thought I did. But so what? Now I was taken back under his control again no matter how I struggled, so why can’t you see that there is no point in rebellions? I know it sounds insane to you right now, but I guess we’ll just have to face the truth-” He took a brief pause, his eyes tightened with numbness, “Family is something you can’t get rid of for your entire life. Face it, and know that it’s our parents who can’t distinguish their faults and ours. And since you have already acknowledged that, just let it go, they are not worth it and it will make your life easier.”
I opened my mouth slightly, trying to argue back or throw his words right back at him. But I realized that I couldn’t, because he was right-terrifyingly correct about everything. Silence overwhelmed me as I gawked at him, with lips hanging apart and my eyes wide open, speechless.
How was I supposed to feel now? I guess I should feel furious, maybe? Because this guy sitting beside me, who was my sister’s husband to-be, literally announcing to me that he despised this marriage. Then I thought that my sister had probably perceived that better than me. Though what was bizarre was that I felt no sense of pity for my sister, yet I felt compassionate for Jaejoong. The surges of compassion were so powerful that it almost hurts.
Oh my god, was I completely freaking losing my mind?
I flung the beer bottle out of my hand, fully aware of the fact that alcohol had killed brain cells as I tilted my head up to gaze at the last few blooming fireworks.
“I just felt lonely, I guess,” I mumbled thoughtlessly again, stupid me, I was having a nonstop word barf, “I mean, with my mother chasing after me, blaming all the wrongs on me twenty-four seven was torturous. It was painful but I can’t talk to anyone just because I’m Amber Pierce, my personal information is ‘exclusive’. And with my goody-two-shoes of a sister Abby, who was a mini version of my mother, wasn’t exactly too helpful either…”
I broke off gradually and fell back onto the warm sand, groaning loudly in frustration as I kicked my feet restlessly. “Why the hell am I even telling you this? I don’t even know you.”
I waited for Jaejoong to talkback, but there was nothing, except for the faint whooshing sound of the wind, blending with the clashes of the ocean waves. Then I felt myself being pulled into a delicate embrace as my head instinctively rested on Jaejoong’s lean yet broad shoulders.
He was hugging me. And it felt so pleasant and so…safe that I somehow wanted it to last a little bit longer. But I knew I had to push him away, I commanded myself to.
“What are you doing?”
“Just wondering how long it has been since you had a real hug,” He refused to let me go, his arms locking around my waist stubbornly, “Wondering if it’s as long as my last real one.”
I stared at him, stunned and frozen in pain as if my heart had just been pricked by sharp needles. I continued to gaze at him, my dumbass brain failing to control my senses as I reached out to give him a bear hug in return.
“You do know that you are hugging a ‘girly Korean faggot’, right?” He killed the mood brutally, his breath circling around my earlobes as he whispered.
I crumpled my eyebrows as I sighed in exasperation. “You can’t still be seriously mad at me for that. That was meant to be an insult for my sister anyways.”
“No, I got over it. But I’m thankful that you made that rude comment,” He answered with a crooked smile on his face that seemed to hypnotize me for a second, “It was helpful.”
I tried to keep my facial expressions straight. “What are you saying? What do you mean by ‘helpful’ or ‘thankful’?”
“Thankful for the fact that I can prove you wrong right now. Thoroughly.”
I swallowed hard at his sparkling, mesmerizing dark eyes that leaned towards me slowly, so slow that I could almost feel each second that had passed by. My fingers dug into the sand desperately as I tried to back away from him. I knew where this was going, but I can’t move, as if my limbs were nailed onto the ground.
“What…?” That was all I could afford to stammer.
“I don’t like you underestimation,” With one last clarification said, he shifted his entire weight onto me as we both tumbled down onto the powdery sand, my back crushing against the ground as he pressed himself on top of me, his lips shaping onto mine as they moved fiercely, his soft tongue seeking an entrance, a chance to slip in.
He kissed me.
Those three words flashed across my mind as they tattooed onto my brain like they were being typed from a printer.
My sister Abby’s fiancée, who should be having his wedding rehearsal right now, kissing me. On a beach. In Cuba.
And I liked it.
I could tell because I was kissing him back, because my psychotic heart that was beating frantically with no apparent trace of common sense was yelling at me to kiss him back. My brain, on the other hand, didn’t even dare to make a squeak of logic as my arms clutched the back of his nape, like I was trying to pull him closer to me as if there were still a crevice of distance between us.
My sanity was attached back into my brain when I started to hear our heavy breaths. I shook away as I almost kicked him off of me while I sprung up, shuffling far away from him as I glared in horror.
“Go. Get away from me,” I hissed between my rattling teeth, “Now.”
He laughed at me, or to himself smugly. I couldn’t tell. But all I wanted, needed was to get away from him. As far as possible.
“I don’t know why you just did that, and I don’t know why I didn’t stop you from doing that,” I blabbered in panic, “But whatever ‘that’ was, it never happened! You are my sister’s fiancée, my future brother in law and you are getting married with her tomorrow. That’s final and-” I slapped my forehead in confusion as I took a deep breath, “Just go!”
“No.” A simple answer. That was all he had said after my screams.
“What?!” That was more than enough to drive me nuts, as if I wasn’t freaking out enough already.
“I don’t feel like going,” He folded his arms around his chest carelessly, “Besides, you and I both know that this is merely a fake marriage between two families that wants to make allegiance to obtain power for their incorporations. It doesn’t count.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t count?” I inhaled sharply in shock, “The wedding’s already planned and-”
He slammed me back onto the toasty, pearl white sand before I could even finish, his lips stamping onto mine again fiercely as his sneaky tongue crept in enticingly, sending an immediate jolt of pleasure into my veins as I trembled wearily.
“Would you shut up and just forget about the freaking wedding?” He growled, his hot breath drifting along my jawbone as I hungered for oxygen, “It doesn’t even matter and I hate it. I want to stay here,” He adjusted his gaze to meet mine sincerely, “With you. Right now.”
“I-” I stuttered, attempting to defend my sister but out of reasons as I tried to. I looked back at him, enthralled with his captivating, glowing eyes and his beautifully chiseled features.
Oh my god, I thought to myself, what was I thinking the first time when I called him a faggot? He’s so stunningly gorgeous and…seriously, he’s not just skin and bones, he’s so hot!
“You are running out of excuses aren’t you?” He examined my hesitant expressions and grinned in satisfactory, “Exactly what I thought.”
I glowered. “You-”
“Give it up Amber,” He suppressed my body against the now scorching sand as his fingers untied the knotted straps of my dress, bending down to kiss me passionately again as he did so, “You don’t want me to leave as much as I want to stay.”
I didn’t answer. And it was pointless to do so as well. I allowed my instincts to soar as my conscious shattered into pieces. With an abrupt yank on the collars, it was my turn to be dominant as I dragged him down to indulge my lips onto his.
I could feel the curve of his lips motioning into a vanquishing smirk; it pissed me off to think of the fact that I was defeated yet again. I narrowed my eyes as I shoved him off of me, straddling myself on top of him as I tried to mash his disobedient arms onto the ground with one hand while my other hand hurried to rip off his shirt.
It didn’t work.
He flung me off of him as he supported himself above me again, his face relentless now with embarrassment as well from his loss. I sneered at his expression and watched his eyebrows being pushed together, while his stealthy hands tugged down my dress with a final, abrupt tug.
I gulped hard and blushed, my hands stumbling to cover my exposed chest. Though Jaejoong refused for me to do so as he pinned my arms down to the ground aggressively, claiming my swollen, red lips once again with his. And with one last violent pull of my dress, it slipped down to wrap around my ankle as my bare body was now fully revealed in front of him.
That was when my memories started to blur.
All my vague memories seemed to be tainted with inerasable traces of the thrill from ecstasy. Somehow I had started to tear his tight tank top teasingly with my fingers, somehow his knees had started to spread my legs wide apart, somehow my legs had wrapped seductively around his lean waist as he embed himself into me with intoxicating eruptions of rapture. Somehow I couldn’t tell whether it was my heart that was hammering my chest too anxiously or if it was the loud echoes of the waves crashing against the shore that made my eardrums vibrate as I seemed to have lost all my abilities of hearing. And our lungs were both suffocating for air as our feverish, hot skin smoldered each other with large explosions of lustful flames blossoming across our bodies.
Then I remembered the bleary, hysterical ways we rolled across the beach and splashed into the midnight water. It was cool and smothering, with his soft lips still touching mine, the whole world started to spin around crazily as we sank into the waves deeper…
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