He Started It by Hitting on Me

I Don't Like Her

JONGHYUN'S POV
My weekend was terrible. Just terrible.
I couldn't sleep the night before and I had to run around the room to get me tired.
It still didn't work.
My weekend was so ridiculous and sad, that even I regret do it.
Let me just explain what happened:
My weekend was titled, "Banging Random Girls."
Obviously, you know where I'm going with this. However, you don't know what was happening while I was banging a girl, right?
Right.
Okay, okay- here are the rules to my game I have made up in about 5 seconds:
1) Furiously look for a girl, no matter what size they were.
2) When you found one, charm her for about 15 seconds.
3) Lead her privately to a random place and then do the work.
Done.
How simple can that be? But when I was banging a girl (which ranged from like 50-70), the image that seemed to come to my eyes whenever I'm looking at them is the 's face.
It's from then I see the moaning and saying, "MORE. GO IN. MOREE."
I'd get scared and quickly stop doing the process of my banging, put on my clothes professionally as if I hadn't banged anyone and yelp helplessly out of the private room, where the girl was just there, with her legs wide open.
It happened with every girl. I'm ing serious- every girl had the face of that and I would have to stop the pleasure banging I give to people, and run out of there, screaming for my life.
IT WAS THAT BAD.
I ran around the block, going, "THE GRUDGE IS GONNA GET ME, THE GRUDGE IS GONNA ING GET ME!"
People looked at me with "What the is wrong with this dumb?" look on their faces.
LOOK, IF YOU WERE IN MY POSITION I BET YOU A DOLLAR YOU WOULD BE DOING THE SAME.
I go to school 2 days after and I do my banging girls routine again.
This time, I avoid eyes with anyone, especially that and my psychotic friends.
I bang the girls but I avoid looking at them while I banged them.
I really should've thought of that before on the weekend.
My day was alright- I was just pretty jumpy about the and the lie I have stuck in my head.
I DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING FOR THAT GRUDGE- SHE IS JUST WAY TOO UGLAY.
And she's mean and I-I-I HATE HER.
Just.. why? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
I actually don't know why, to tell the absolute truth. It's just really disturbing for me to even think anything close to that.
Yet, it happens.
You know what, it's just really boring right now so I will just go forward to the end of the day-
I tugged on my backpack as I got out of school, pouting all the way. Taemin was dancing as if he was in ballet behind me, yards away.
Sadly, I was supposed to go home with him. Key and Hea Won were banging somewhere in the school privately, Onew had some stuff to handle with his chicken, and Minho... just wasn't here.
WHAT THE ? NO MINHO? Usually, he would go with us because Taemin is here, but now... he's not here.
Taemin said now he can go and do whatever he wanted like eating cookies and riding the the big boy swings.
So badass, Taemin.
He danced behind me and hummed a little as I just walked like a normal person.
"Hey hyung, do you think we'll be able to see Noona today?" he asked as he skipped next to me.
OH , I ING HOPE NOT.
I shrugged. "Who knows? And, do you still have that obsession with her?" I asked, sighing.
Taemin gaped at me. "Hyung! It's not an obsession- it's a hobby~"
"What kind of hobby is stalking your obsession?" I asked.
"My hobby, silly hyung!~" he said, gently patting me on the back.
Taemin is so weird, it's not even funny anymore. Before "Noona" came into his life, Taemin would plug his ears and make loud noises so he wouldn't have to hear health class talk. Now, he listens to everything and I mean everything, so he could be "ready in the future with Noona, so it will be all perfect".
I feel really bad for Taemin, knowing that that will never go at it with him. He should get himself a beautiful, nice and sweet girlfriend-
Not an ugly, psychotic evil who's favorite words are: "Douche", "", " you, bastard", "Fugly", "", "", etc.
The way she smirks like an evil scientist is scary, the way her face is just absolutely terrifying is just... terrifying and how she doesn't have a heart at all is just plain cold.
SO WHY THE ING HELL DID I HAVE THAT ING THOUGHT IN MY MIND BEFORE??!
I shake it out of my head furiously and that's when I find Taemin staring at me with concern.
"Hyung... are you getting more "girl" images in your head?" he asked slowly.
"What? No Taemin- wait. Don't I smile when I think of that?"
He nodded slowly. "Yeah. You were just smiling then..."
I laughed weakly and weakly... and weakly and weakly and weakly and weakly and weakly until my voice started to crack for real.
"No I wasn't," I said, looking around while smiling.
"Hyung- I just saw you smiling right then," Taemin pointed at me.
"Haha.. no.."
"But hyung-"
"DAMMIT, STOP LYING TAEMIN. I WASN'T SMILING. I JUST SHOOK MY HEAD. JUST.. AISH," I yelled.
Taemin grabbed his head and close his ears.
"I wasn't lying!"
"YES YOU WERE, NOW GO AND LEAVE ME ALONE."
"Why the are you being so mean to him, you tard?"
I really didn't want to hear that particular voice. I wanted it to be Dubu Onew, or my Key, or Magically Minho, but it was none of them.
I bit my lip as I turned my head to the side and saw that one.
She had her bag around her shoulder, arms folded and eyes cold and bored.
Her usual look for almost everyday.
That .
I stared at her.
It was a couple of days ago since I last saw her and also, since I know a little ing ugly something, it's just not comfortable for me.
Okay, okay Jonghyun- be calm. Don't act stupid or weird in front of this or she'll suspect something. Act like as if you didn't know that particular thing you despised for 3 days and will keep doing so. Be the cool, amazing Kim Jonghyun we all know and some love...
"YOU UGLY GIRL- DON'T COME NEAR ME."
And I ran.
I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER I DON'T LIKE HER-
MI YOUNG'S POV
Jonghyun is a ing weirdo.
He was being so mean to Taemin here, and I ask him why and then he acted all -ey to me.
If he ever tries to get a real girlfriend (pshh like that'll ever ing happen) and he acts like that, then good luck to this stupid flat-chested girl.
I hope he gets his yellow dumped and that girl to grow a chest so she'll be counted as a real girl.
I scoff at this stupidly written out thought in my head and roll my eyes.
While turning around to leave, I found Taemin looking at me with that staring eyes on his face, that moment where there could just be a wind blowing.
I furrow my eyes and step back like 3 times and look at him from head to toe.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Taemin?" I asked.
He smiled at me, showing his teeth, while looking at me like that.
"Noona, I'm finally alone with you~"
..I better leave now.
"Errr, gotta go Taemin- I got lots of homework, so-"
"No, Noona!- That's not what I meant. That'll be in the future," he giggled.
I raised an eyebrow. "Then.. what do you mean?" I asked.
"Uhm, well actually, I have a favor to ask you Noona."
"What is it?" I asked.
Taemin went down on his knees and bent one and the other was touching the floor.
He had his hands on his knee that was bent and looked up at me, smiling.
"Will Noona go on a date with me?"