He Started It by Hitting on Me

At His House

Aish... I feel really bad. Really bad.
The only thing I could lastly remember of was when I punched the crap out of Hanuel and then fell into...
Jonghyun's arms.
....
THEN WHY THE HELL AREN'T I WAKING UP?? THA BASTARD MIGHT'VE DONE SOMETHING TO ME RIGHT ABOUT NOW.
I forcibly open my eyes and found myself laying down in a room I have never seen before.
OH , HE'S ALREADY DONE WITH ME?! THAT MOTHER-ER-
"Oh hey- you're awake," Jonghyun said, as he come into the room.
When he was just inches away from me, I lifted up my leg and my foot was right in front of his face.
He furrowed his eyes.
"What did do you to me?" I asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
"Then why am I here? In your room?" I asked.
I knew it was his room because I spotted a couple of pink panties on his doorknob. Seriously, this kid makes me wanna throw rocks at him. Big hard, sharp dirty heavy rocks.
Oh yeahh.
"Well you passed out and told me not to tell your mom, so the only thing I could do is take you here and get you rested and taken care of."
Oh. Is that so?
"Aw, so you care for me that much, eh?" I asked teasing him.
He scrunched his nose. "When did the conversation get to that?" he asked.
"It was just a question."
"It's a stupid question."
"You're stupid.
"Bleh," he stuck his tongue out at me.
"Nehh," I stretched my mouth and stuck my tongue out at him.
"Alright, that's enough Jonghyun. Be nice to our guest," a woman voice laughed.
At the door, I saw a petite woman carrying a tray of hot towels and medicine.
She looked so much like Jonghyun...
"Jonghyun, I left the pot steaming- will you go and make the rest of the soup and bring it up here?" the woman asked.
He nodded. "Yes umma."
He left the room, taking the pink panties with him. Prick.
The supposedly mother of Jonghyun sat next to on a chair and smiled at me. "Anyo Mi Young. I'm Jonghyun's mother," she greeted herself.
I kinda bowed my head for politeness. I couldn't get up, so...
She put a towel on my head. I jerked back, not used to this but she patted my shoulder.
"It's okay- I won't bite. Just relax and you'll be okay," she whispered softly.
I carefully looked at her, deciding to believe her or not.
She was Jonghyun's mother.. but she seemed 10000000000000000 times better than him.
I relaxed anyways and she softly dabbed my forehead, cheek and mouth with the towel. I had my eyes on her, watching her every move and looking at her expression. It was gentle.
"It's very nice to meet you, Mi Young. I have heard so much about you."
"Really?" I asked. That bastard talks about me?
"Yes. Taemin has been non-stop about you. Onew seems to like you too..."
Oh. it was the weirdos.
"Oh," I say quietly.
She laughed. "Jonghyun talks about you the most."
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Yes. He really seems to hate you..."
Oh, Jonghyun's umma. Guess what? I ing hate that bastard too.
"...but then he seemed to take an interest in you."
"Eh?" I asked out aloud.
"I knew about the fights you guys had going. Honestly, I wasn't happy but then I realized Jonghyun seemed to like having to hatch up plans in that brain of his," she sighed.
Hehe... nice to know.
She gave me the medicine to drink and while I was drinking it, she told me something.
"You know, he's just always bring girls home and takes them into his room," she told me.
I spit out the medicine from my mouth.
She knows??
She knows he's a man-?
Wow. You can't keep anything from this family.
"You know about what he does?" I asked, surprised the mom said it so causally.
Usually moms would be really disappointed at their loving sons.
Loving, my yellow .
She nods.
"And... you're okay with it?" I asked slowly.
She smiles and go, "Why, of course!"
And that really made me wanna be slapped in the face.
This woman is okay with her bastard of a son playing with flat-chested skanks?
What an umma!
"So, it's okay for him to play with girls?" I asked, making sure.
She raised an eyebrow. "He what?" she asked bluntly.
Uh-oh. That's not what she was talking about then.
I opened my mouth. "I meant... um.. what does he and other girls do in his room?"
"They study."
...
Study. They study. Is that what Jonghyun tells you, Mrs. Kim? Because I can guarantee you that is a 100% lie.
100%.
I nod. "Yup, that's what I was talking about. Studying," I said.
"But you said playing..."
"Yes. Playing... with toys. You know, toys? They do that in high schools now," I covered up.
She nodded slowly. "Uh-huh...'' she trailed off.
Aish, she's not buying it. Of course she's not- it was pretty retarded what I said. Yes, even I agree.
Wait a minute. Why don't I tell her about Jonghyun and all the girls?
It would be a really good revenge. Oh YES.
I smiled a little devilishly. "Do you know your son-"
"Uh, here you go umma!" Jonghyun comes up and puts the tray next to his mom.
I raised an eyebrow.
He glared at me. "You're very mean," he mouthed.
I shrugged. "I know," I mouthed back and smirked.
He shook his head a little,, still glaring at me.
The mom smiled. "Jonghyun. Good thing you're here! I need to go to the store for dinner so you have to stay here and feed her," the mom said, getting up and running out the door.
And she's gone.
"Umma!" Jonghyun groaned. He sat down and rubbed his head.
I just stared at him and blinked.
He sighed. He picked up the bowl.
"Here," he muttered, bringing up the spoon up to my face.
"I don't want you to feed me," I scoffed.
"Why not?" he asked.
"You're dirty. I don't know where you hands have been. Probably thrusting your fingers up a girl's ," i say boldly.
He started to look red and told me to shut up.
I folded my arms. "Don't wanna, you tard."
"Shut up right now."
"No."
"Shut up already!"
"Pft, no."
"SHUT UP!"
"Make me," I stuck my tongue out at him.
He sighed. "You want me to make you shut up?" he asked.
"Yeah try, bastard-"
And suddenly, his finger is in my mouth.
I widened my eyes.
He smirked at me.
"Remember what you said about thrusting my finger into a girl's ," he winked.
Ew, man. I just said it for fun. Can't take a joke?!
I glowered my eyes at him.
I bit his finger hard.
He yelped and pulled back.
He stared at his red finger and shot a look at me.
"Real mature, ," he said.
"Who said I mature, anyways?" I asked.
He sighed.
"Just open your mouth so I can feed you," he sighed.
"No."
"Fine. Then I won't feed you," he scoffed, folding his arms.
But... my stomach is growling.
I pouted a little.. damn, I have to say it-
"Feed me," I said quietly.
"What? I can't hear you," he said.
"FEED ME," I said loudly.
He smiled. "Then open and your mouth and say, "ah!"" he said, grabbing the spoon and putting it up to my lips.
I looked at the spoon glumly, until going, "Ahh."
And he put it in.
This cycle kept going on until we were done.
Then he sighed. "Okay, we're done," he concluded.
"Good. Am I better or no?" I asked.
"Yup, you're all taken care of. A thank you might be nice."
"...nah."
"WHAT?! You won't say thank you to the people who take care of you?!"
I didn't say anything.
He sighed impatiently. "Whatever. I don't have to waste time for a like you," he sighed.
"Thank you."
"Whaa?"
"I said it once I'm not gonna say it again," I snapped.
He blinked at me and stared at me for some time.
Then he smiled a little. "Good. You have become nicer."
"Oh, shut up."
"And it's gone."
I rolled my eyes.
I turned my head to the side to find my bag next to the bed.
"Oh, wait- you have some blood on your cheek," Jonghyun said.
I turned my head around. "Where?" I asked.
Before I knew it, his finger is gently touching my cheek and rubbing the blood away.
I stare at him closely and he's just wiping away the blood.
He takes his time, slowly and gently.
"There, you're done," he said. He got up and stretched. "You can go home now," he said.
He grabbed my backpack and went to the door.
"Let's go. I'll walk you home," he said.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Well you still need help. What if another psycho comes out of nowhere and attacks you? And then you're just staying out there, dying? I'd have to come and take care of you again. So come on," he explained, going out the door.
I slowly follow him out the door and out the door from the house.
While we were walking, I glance at him and see him watching straight ahead.
He's walking me home. And he doesn't even like me much. I treat him like and he does the same to me... sometimes.
I chuckle and smile a little. "You really do care," I mumbled.
"What?" he asked, not hearing what I said.
I shook my head. "Nothing. Just take me home you bastard," I said.
He furrowed his eyes. "You and your 'bastard' this and 'bastard' that. AISH!"
He walked further while leaving me inches behind.
I folded my arms and smiled a little again.
This bastard... really does care for me.