A/N: Okay, here's the last chapter for you. I've had great fun writing this, and I'm happy that you enjoyed reading it. I really hope that you find this chapter satisfying, 'cause I had several endings in mind but I kept coming back to this one. So please let me know what you thought! Thank you so much to everyone who's read and reviewed this 'fic. You guys are the sex. I especially want to thank bluetinkerbell, because she is love, and she's been with me from the start, even back in my DBZ fanfic days. Tink, even though you didn't like the X/H pairing, you said you trusted in my writing ability enough to carry on reading, and that meant so, so much to me.

Enjoy chapter 22!

Chapter 22: Restless

Things don't always work out how you think they're supposed to, Xiaoyu thought as she walked out of the restaurant she and Miharu had just visited for lunch. When she married Jin, she thought they would always be together, but she guessed that was naïve of her. They just… outgrew each other, she supposed. It wasn't his fault, or hers. Not entirely hers, anyway. She knew she was to blame for things ending like they did, but still… Both of them had changed since the tournament where they met, Jin in a more subtle way than her, perhaps, but nevertheless, he had changed. They'd grown into two people who just couldn't reach a happy medium. Breaking up might be hurting them both right now, but in the long run, it was better than trying to save something that couldn't be saved right now. Maybe in five years, they would change further, and be able to love each other unconditionally again. Maybe they were just better off as friends. Maybe they'd just become too different.

Jin had called her after a few days, to let her know he was going on another business trip but she was welcome to go and pick up her things. When she'd got there, they had all been packed into boxes, clearly labelled. It had hurt, but at least she knew for sure that it was over. Everything was neatly arranged, her clothes folded.

Miharu had to hurry back to work, and told Xiaoyu that she was welcome to let herself into the apartment. However, though she'd thanked her, and even though it had been almost a week since she'd moved in, Xiaoyu still felt awkward about being in Miharu's house when she wasn't home. Besides, she thought as she drew nearer to the apartment block, she needed to see Hwoarang. And she was sure Miharu wouldn't be thrilled with that idea. Like she'd explained to Miharu over lunch, she'd love to be able to just turn around and run back to Jin, tell him she was sorry, that she would never do it again, that it was wrong and stupid and she was sorry. That she would always be faithful to him. But she couldn't, because there was something about Hwoarang that made all of her morals just go flying out the window. She could repeat over and over that she would never do anything like that again, but it would be a lie. She was done lying. She had to accept that she wasn't as honest as she once thought. That she was more selfish than she had once thought. That she was human.

"Didn't expect you to come round." Hwoarang greeted her when he opened the door. "I thought he came back."

"He did." Xiaoyu said simply.

"So what're you doing here then?"

"I… I couldn't do it to him anymore. I had to tell him…" She saw a flicker of surprise flash in his eyes, but it was gone in a second. "Don't worry." She carried on hurriedly. "I didn't tell him about what… you know, what… um… happened with us. And I'm not here 'cause I expect anything from you or anything. I just thought I should tell you."

"…Okay." His face was expressionless. "So what happened?"

She shook her head

"We're not… we're not together anymore." It's over. Everything.

"I need some time away from here, so I'm gonna go home to visit my family. I just wanted to tell you."

"Why?"

His voice and expression didn't falter, so she still wasn't able to pin down anything he might be feeling. She supposed it was because he wasn't feeling anything in particular. After all, it had probably just been about the sex for him.

"Because I…" Xiaoyu tried to look anywhere but at his face. She was sure that if she did, he would pick up on the conflicting emotions that were racing through her and make some stupid comment. "I don't want you to feel like you have to wait for me to come back. If you want to get with someone else, I mean. We're not really together anyway, right?"

"Okay…" He ran a hand through his hair. "So it's all up to me, is that what you're saying?"

"Yeah, I guess." She'd made a hard enough decision when she'd decided to tell Jin, now she wanted to leave it to someone else.

"You guess?" He repeated. "Well…" He leaned forward a little, and Xiaoyu felt a shiver run through her, eyes focusing on his mouth. She remembered how his lips felt on hers, and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. Hwoarang moved away suddenly, walking into the apartment.

"You coming in, or are you gonna stand there all afternoon?"

"Well, I wasn't planning…"

He turned, fixing her with an intense gaze that turned her insides to jelly, and her feet were taking her inside the apartment before she could even blink. The door swung shut behind her, and she stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with her hands.

"So… uh…" she trailed off, eyes darting nervously around the apartment. She was standing near the kitchen counter where the whole thing had started, and memories of that first encounter flowed through her head. She stepped back and leaned against the door, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. Hwoarang had followed her gaze, and she could see the beginnings of a smile on his face.

"What's up?" He asked her. "Do I make you nervous or something?"

"No, I just…"

"What is it you want, Xiaoyu?"

"Like I said, I don't want anything, I'm – "

"You're lying."

He walked over to her, and her body was tingling, desperate for his touch, for him to just hold her a while before they said goodbye.

"I'm not lying." She bit out, locking her gaze with his. "Like I said, I just came to tell you that I'm not expecting anything from you."

"What do you think I'll do?" he asked her, bewildered. "You think I can't go a couple of weeks without finding someone else?"

"I… I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"Well what did you mean, then?"

"I meant… I'm not flattering myself that you have… uh… feelings. For me, I mean."

He raised an eyebrow, and Xiaoyu felt heat rise to her face, wondering if she'd offended him.

Then he was smiling again, and she blinked, utterly perplexed.

"Well maybe you should." He said with a laugh.

"I don't get you at all."

"Good."

She bristled, her fists clenching at her sides. At the moment, she didn't have the patience to deal with him acting deliberately confusing.

"You're loving this, aren't you? Winding me up like this? You think this is funny? I… Things have changed completely, and it's because of you! I thought I'd be with him for the rest of my life, and now… Now it's done! If you hadn't… If I hadn't... It's all your fault!"

She stamped her foot childishly; glaring at him even though she knew that she was being unfair. His eyes were sparkling with amusement, and Xiaoyu turned away in frustration, walking towards the door. She could feel angry tears prickling at her eyes. Normally she'd have tried to blink them away, anything to avoid letting him see her cry, but this time she let them flow down her face as she turned back to him, wanting him to see how she felt, what she was going through.

"I don't know why I even bothered coming here in the first place." She spat, wrenching the door open and preparing to flounce out and slam it behind her. Suddenly, she felt Hwoarang's arms wrap around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, and she froze in the doorway.

"I'm sorry." He murmured. "I'm not good at stuff like this. Talking about how I feel, you know?"

"Let go." She said, pulling at his arm half-heartedly. "I'm so tired of this, Hwoarang."

"Tired of what?"

"Of not knowing how people really feel. Of lying about how I really feel."

"And how do you feel?"

"I… I don't know. I like you. I like being with you. I'm just really goddamned confused." She admitted. "I mean, it's hardly been a week since me and Jin… I feel like I shouldn't be doing this. I didn't come here to talk about all these kinds of things. But I like you..."

"Well, I suck at relationships." Hwoarang commented, his arms still tight around her. "I'm not reliable in the slightest. I get fucked off about stupid things and in my experience girls always take it personally and get fucked off at me for being fucked off. I can hardly afford to pay my rent, never mind pay to take you out. You know what I'm like. I'll do your head in. You won't be able to count on me like you could with him. Why would you want someone like me after being married to someone like him?"

"Because I like you." Xiaoyu blurted out. She turned her head to look at him. "And you're different to Jin, yeah. But look how things turned out."

"You're sure about this? I mean – "

Xiaoyu put her fingers to his lips for a moment, shaking her head.

"I'm sure. I don't know why, but…"

Hwoarang kissed her, a slow, sensual kiss that sent warmth flowing through her body, desire curling in her stomach.

"Is that right? Well then, I'll try my best not to fuck someone else while you're gone."

Xiaoyu shoved him lightly, but she knew he was joking.

"So we'll just wait and see what happens, then?"

"If that's okay with you."

She smiled, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss. That was definitely okay with her. After a two-year relationship, she was in no rush to jump straight into something serious. Maybe this wasn't perfect. Maybe it wasn't the best thing for her. Maybe other people would see this as being a rebound thing. She didn't care. Maybe it would develop into something deeper with time, or maybe it would fizzle out. Right now she was happy, and that was the most important thing.

The sound of a car horn spurred Xiaoyu on as she hurried down the apartment building stairs, laden down with bags. Her hair was damp from the quick shower she'd had earlier that morning, scraped back into a high ponytail to keep it out of her face, and she was wearing the only clothes she hadn't already packed, a zip up hoodie with rabbit ears that she'd bought ages ago, and comfy tracksuit bottoms that she used to wear when she and Miharu went to yoga classes. The plug from her hairdryer was dangling from one of the bags, and she almost fell over it as she hopped down the steps. The car horn sounded again, and she threw open the entrance doors to the apartment block, almost hitting the young doorman on the other side.

"Hurry up!"

Xiaoyu stopped, pulling her sunglasses out of her shoulder bag and awkwardly slipping them on with one hand as the sun shone down on her.

"I'm coming! Don't rush me or I'll end up falling on my ass or something."

"I can't believe I'm gonna get to meet your mother."

"She'll love you. It's only me she has a problem with."

Miharu laughed, grabbing some of Xiaoyu's bags and throwing them in the boot of the car.

Xiaoyu jumped in the passenger seat, checking her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was already starting to frizz out as it dried. Her phone beeped from its place in her shoulder bag, and she dug it out to find that a text message was waiting for her.

'Since I know you're wondering, I haven't fucked anyone else yet. Proud of me?'

She rolled her eyes and smiled. Hwoarang was never going to let her forget that, was he?

'Well done. Want a gold star?' she texted back.

"Bloody hell." Miharu sighed, still trying to shove the bags into the boot.

"Just put them on the back seat."

"No, it's okay. They fit."

She skipped around to the driver's side, fluffed out her hair, and got in the car.

"Ready?" Miharu asked, pushing a cassette into the player. The music of an unfamiliar sounding indie band spilled out of the car speakers, and Xiaoyu turned to her friend with a questioning look.

"Remember that guy, Jay?" asked Miharu with a grin. "This is his band's debut."

"Sounds pretty good. It should do well." Xiaoyu said.

"Of course it will. I'm doing the PR." Miharu laughed, and turned the keys in the ignition.