He Started It by Hitting on Me

Bet

You know what that Jonghyun said to me?
Right after the day of my birthday, we both had one of our usual fights and then he goes," I bet you can't even go one day without being mean. Because you're such a ."
And I knew it myself I couldn't do it either. But being the ing competitor I am, I said I could do it.
Now guess who's having a bet?
Jonghyun said that if I can't go on without being mean for 3 whole days I have to do whatever he says.
And I said if I win, then he will have to do whatever I say.
The bet's still going on.
It's actually the last day.
On the first day, Jonghyun tried to get me to do or say mean things to him.
He almost tripped me in between classes, smeared paint on my face, and even kept explaining about right in front of my face.
This guy has no life at all.
The second day he made out with hundreds of girls right in my face. I'm not kidding- like right IN my face.
Even though I can't curse at him in real life, I can do it in my head.
I'm sorry for anyone who witnessed this. Please don't criticize for my foul language.
Ahem:
ING HELL OF A PLAYER THAT'S SUCH A ING BASTARD. I'M GONNA KILL HIM AND THROW HIM OFF A PLANE INTO THE FREAKING JUNGLE AND MAKE SURE ALL THOSE ING ANIMALS EAT HIS NO UGLY BODY AND MAKE HIM MORE UGLIER THAN HE ALREADY IS, BUT I DON'T THINK IT'S POSSIBLE AND I THINK HE'S SO ING TY AND AHHHHHHHHHH!
I'm done.
Basically, he's a bastard.
I just really wanted to express my beautiful feelings of hate for him. You know how so many girls express their feelings of hate?
Well actually not many girls do that. Actually, no girls do that. Only I do that.
I'm special, that's why.
Hehe.
I survived 2 days without being mean or saying anything at all for that matter, because whatever I say will be accidentally mean and I'l have to do whatever ing bastard wants me to do. AIsh, I just hate him most of the time.
Today is the last day. And I'm praying to God I will pass this day quickly and win the bet.
I.
Will.
ing.
WIN.
Okay, time to begin the last day of the bet.
...
3 hours gone and no sight of Jonghyun anywhere. So far, this is good but I know he will come any time and do something new to get me to lose and become his "slave" or something.
Ew. I don't wanna be his freaking slave.
EWWW.
Okay, it's been 2 more hours... just 2 more and I'm out of school and free from the bet.
I will win.
...
Okay, it's the last hour of the day. And... nothing.
I can't think that he won't come and try to torture me. I know he will.
God, it's like a game of death or something for me.
I have to get something for the teacher. Which means I have to get out of class.
Gulp.
I get out of the classroom and I take a deep breath.
I run to the the class where i have to get something and then I run back.
No one and nothing is stopping me.
I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make it. I'm gonna make-
Suddenly, someone blocks my way and I bump into that person.
I look and who do I see?
Jonghyun.
I knew I wasn't going to make it.
He smirked at me. "Scared, huh?" he asked teasingly.
I folded my arms. "No," I mumbled.
"Of course you aren't."
He grabs me quickly and pins me against the wall.
I realize what his motive is today: skinship.
I widened my eyes. "Let go," I muttered, struggling to get out of his hold.
"Ah-ah. Remember- you can't be bad or you'll have to do whatever I say," he sang.
I growled.
That son of a bastard.
No, he's the bastard.
He looked at me with innocent eyes. "What's wrong? Are you mute? Can't say anything?" he asked childishly.
I glared at him.
I can't do anything mean or say anything mean. Not fair.
He smiled devilishly at me.
"Then let me help you with that," he whispered.
His finger comes up and then slowly traces my lips. I twitched at the touch.
He gently touches them, tickling my mouth with his finger.
Then, he started to open my mouth and put his finger inside.
THAT BASTARD.
I widened my eyes.
He started to encircle my mouth, trying to open it wider and wider and make me talk.
He puts his finger more into my mouth and touches my tongue, slowly taking it out from my mouth and I breathe soundly.
"Ha...haa..." I pant.
He smirked. "Speak, little ," he said.
I glared at him.
He starts to run his finger up and down on my tongue and quietly whispered to me.
"It's okay to speak. Speak . Speak," he whispered over and over again.
I shook my head, but he kept his hold firm and steady.
That ing .
He leaned in close and stared at me. "What if I happen to put my tongue on yours? Will you scream and hit me then?" he asked quietly.
I widened my eyes. He wouldn't.
He nodded his head, meaning he knew what I was thinking. "I would," he whispered.
Then he leaned in more and more, with his own tongue sticking out a little coming in towards me.
I squeezed my eyes shut. That ing bastard. That . I hate him so much right now.
I could feel his breath right at the bridge of my tongue.
No. No. No. No.
"I wanna see how good your y tongue is," Jonghyun whispered.
He was still holding onto my tongue.
That .
It's very, very close. The tongue is very close...
Bring! Bring!
The bell rung.
The day's over.
I hit Jonghyun in the balls. He groaned a little and fell on his knees.
I put my tongue back in my mouth. "The bet's over. And I win," I say.
He squinted at me.
"ing bastard," I said.
He groaned.
I walked away from him and then turned around.
"Remember what you said- you do whatever I say. I'll see you later. Slave," I said, winking at him.
Get ready for hell, bastard.