He Started It by Hitting on Me

Helping Him

THAT SON OF A ING .
He dropped ing paint on me. And it stains. I am so mad. So mad. I have to get him back. That's the only thing to do. Get him back. Jonghyun, I will get you.
I came home after that incident. The nurse wouldn't let me stay to kill Jonghyun. By the time I came home, my mom almost screamed.
"Mi Young! What happened to you?!" she asked.
"Nothing. Some paint spilled on me," I muttered.
"Some?! That's more than some!" she yelled.
"Umma, you should quiet down. Don't worry- it won't stay on so long. I just have to take a shower. Relax," I told her.
She kept a tense face but quieted down. I sighed and went into my room. I went into the bathroom and took a shower.
While I was taking a shower, I remembered what the piece of paper had said.
"Gotcha . -Jonghyun."
When did he plan it? Surely, he could have not done it while we were talking. He must've planned it before. So what if I kicked his ? He put paint all over me. Which is worse?
Yeah...that's hard...
After taking out all the paint from my hair and body, I wrap myself in a towel and step out of the shower. I look at myself in the mirror. No paint anywhere. Good- I cleaned myself. I go into the bedroom and pick out clothes to wear.
T-shirt and sweats. Comfy.
I plop myself on my bed and stared into space. This is boring. I get up and put on a sweater and go downstairs.
"I'm going out. Later," I told my mom.
"Be back soon," she said.
I put on my sneakers and lock the door behind me. It was cool and it smelled like leaves. Wait, how do leaves smell like??
Whatever.
I take a random turn to wherever the hell I wanted to go to. School must be over now- I see many yellow teens in uniforms.
They see me and smile at me. es, I know what you're thinking.
I turn away from them and go another way. Sometimes I wish these sorta people would go to hell already.
I' m walking and walking and walking and walking and walking and w-walking and w-w-walking....
OH, I'M SO TIRED.
I sit down on a bench and don't even realize my surroundings. I close my eyes and pant for some time.
Pant, pant, pant, pant, pant, pant...
I open my eyes and stretch. Okay, enough of resting- time to go somewhere. I get up and walk around a park. Some kids were here, playing here and there. It's nice to see them play- reminds me I'm still a kid too. Because well, I play too.
A ball rolled down to me. I picked it up.
"Uhm...excuse me. May I have that ball back please?" a little girl asked me.
I bent down and smiled at her. "Sure. Here you go," I say, handing her the ball.
She smiles at me. "Kamsamnida unnie!"
She runs back to the group of children who were waiting for the ball.
I look at them play. Ah, it's so nice to see them like that.
I stopped looking at them and went deeper into the park. The park is really nice. With its countless yards of grass and multiple parks. So nice...
Once I look around, I see someone else was here. A guy with brown hair and has his hood on. He was alone and was sitting on a park bench. I squint at the guy. Because he looked familiar...
Familiar enough to look like Kim Jonghyun.
I raise my eyebrows. Jonghyun? At a park?? I find that very weird.
He wasn't with a girl and didn't have his uniform on. He was in regular clothes- I have to admit he had some style for a guy.
Wait a minute!! He's here at a park alone looking vulnerable. Do you know what this means???
Oh yes, I think you do.
Time to catch my prey. I quietly tip-toe near him. He doesn't even recognize me. Ahaha. I crept up behind him...
Before I can do anything, I see his face is red. Not with lipstick- it was swollen. His cheeks were very red and he looked...sad.
I stare in amusement. Jonghyun. the biggest player in school was beat up??
....
!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I would be laughing out loud, but it doesn't come out. I silently sighed. I bonked him on the head. "It's really weird to see you here," I say bluntly.
He turns his head around. When he realizes it's me, he widens his eyes.
"Are you going to get revenge now?" he asked.
Before I can say yes, I look deeply into his eyes. It's full of sadness. Like, really sad.
Stupid, I want to hit you, not pity you.
I sighed "What happend to your ugly face?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Nothing."
"I'm not stupid- I can see the sad in your eyes," I snapped.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I got beat up."
"Oh. ...loser."
"Whatever. I got beat up so I came here."
"Why may I ask?"
"I played with this guy's girlfriend and he beat me up with a bunch of other guys."
"Serves you right bastard."
He glared at me. "I didn't really expect you to comfort me anyways."
"I didn't know you were here."
Silence...
I can't seem to look at his face- it's too ugly for me.
I sighed. I turned his head back at me and I leaned in closely. I took the end of my sweater and gently rubbed his cheeks.
He stared at me with surprise.
I didn't speak until I finished getting the blood out of his face.
"Your face was very ugly so I had to clean it up. But, it's still ugly," I told him.
He stared at me with big eyes. He raised an eyebrow. "Uh.."
I walk away from him, without turning around. But I stop and turn my head around. "Next time, I'll get you for revenge. You were off very easy this time," I told him, winking.
After a moment, he smirked. "I'll be waiting. ," he said.
And we both went our ways.