He Started It by Hitting on Me

JongYoung Night

"Eh...unf..ahh...ehh...urgh...UNF."
These were the sounds both me and Jonghyun were making.
We were trying so hard, yet nothing was working. It was really painful. Even I thought I was about to cry.
The stupid door would not open.
We both tried so hard to get it open, both taking turns to open the door or both doing it together.
When we both tried to open the door together, he was behind me and the thing is... his towel? Yeah, that went down.
And when I mean down, I mean it fell off.
I knew it fell off because I took a glance at the white towel on the floor and then I realized what the hell was touching me behind me.
I quickly moved away from him and closed my eyes and covered them.
"What?" he asked as if he didn't know. And I don't he did know.
How can you not feel the breezy feeling of your stupid yellow out in public? STUPID.
"Have you not realized idiot? YOUR THINGY IS IN THE OPEN," I reply, trying to point at his open ness area without trying to look at that part. Or any part of his body.
There was a moment of silence and then he started to talk.
"So? I thought you would like to see me ," he remarked, probably smirking.
"DO YOU WANT YOUR BALLS TO BE RIPPED OUT?" I asked.
"...No."
"THEN SHUT UP."
"...Okay."
I thought he would have strangled me with his body by now. Is he actually listening to me?
Whoa, whoa whoa- what's happening??
"Did you put the towel back on yourself?" I asked.
"Yes," he responded.
I slowly took off the hands from my face and saw that he wasn't lying- he did have the towel around him now.
He had his arms folded and wasn't looking perky. Then I saw his shoulders slump.
"There's no way out of here," he sighed hopelessly, looking around.
What are you looking around for? "What are you looking around for?" I asked out loud.
"A clock."
"Why?"
"To see what time is it, duh."
''Yeah but why, idiot?"
"To see when I should pounce on you."
"...Whaaaat?"
"The start of a new day means torture. I wasted my whole third day doing nothing except touching your - I need more than that."
ING BASTARD.
I shrugged. "I don't think there are any clocks, so... yeah. Just change into the clothes you have. Do you have any clothes?" I asked, eyeing the humongous wall clock behind him.
"Uh, no I don't..."
"Oh. Well then. Wear something you can find in the closet," I say, waving him off and not caring if he wore my clothes- I'll just burn them after. He nodded and went off to the closet, oblivious to what I was going to do next.
I took a shoe I was wearing, because I was panicking a little, and I threw it, making it hit the clock and it crashed behind the bed, where it cannot be seen.
...Muahahahaaa.
Jonghyun turned his head around and furrowed his eyes. "What was that?" he asked, referring to the sound.
"That was the wind," I replied, looking at the window that was opened and it let the cool air in.
Jonghyun pointed at the window. "You sure?" he asked. I nodded and then I gestured him to go back to what he was doing before.
He did go back, hesitantly and when he wasn't looking I ran to the bed, grabbed for the broken clock and quietly threw it out the window. It didn't make much noise, so I'm okay. I went back on the bed and folded my arms to stop from my heart beating scarily.
I already completed my mission- Jonghyun has no idea what time it is to get me, ahahahah.
And the stupid thing is, we're stuck in the same room for the whole night.
"Hey, you have a phone with you? I didn't bring mine," Jonghyun asked me, checking out the clothes there were for him.
"Yeah, lemme-" but once I checked the drawers, it wasn't there. Nothing was there.
WHAT THE HELL? I HAD MY PHONE RIGHT THERE BEFORE DINNER. THIS IS NOT COOL.
WAIT, IS THERE A GHOST? IS THERE A FREAKING GHOST HERE?
OH MY GOD. THERE IS A GHOST HERE.
I pulled my knees to my face and hugged them, looking from side to side of the room. No ghost...no ghost..
Crack.
OH MY FREAKING GOD, THERE'S A GHOST.
I quickly went under the pillows and shivered under there away from the ghost. STUPID GHOST. YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET ME, ARASSO?
STUPID GHOST.
For what it seemed like hours, someone/something softly tapped the pillows. IT'S THE GHOST. IT'S THE FREAKING GHOST.
I didn't bother make an opening from the pillows to see who it was.
It tapped again, this time with a little more force.
STUPID GHOST. LEAVE ME ALONEEEE.
Suddenly, it grabbed a pillow from my fort. I widened my eyes and grabbed the pillow that the ghost grabbed.
"DON'T YOU ING DARE, YOU GHOST."
And I started to hit the ghost with the pillow. "DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!" I yelled, hitting it harder and kneeled on the bed to hit the ghost even more.
IT WAS WHITE. THE THINGY OR GHOST WAS WHITE.
IT ING REALLY IS A GHOST.
WHERE'S JONGHYUN?
"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIEE ING GHOST!" I yelled, while I still kept hitting it. Suddenly, the ghost spoke up.
"STOP IT. IT'S ME, STUPID."
"ME WHO, ? ING DIE ALREADY," I yelled, hitting it and wasting a pillow. The feathers seem to be getting out and flied all over the place. Abruptly, the dying pillow was grabbed by the ghost and I saw a hand coming out of the white I saw.
I gasped. "YOU ATE JONGHYUN DIDN'T YOU? I LIKE YOU FOR THAT, BUT I WANTED TO KILL HIM FIRST YOU DOUCHE," I yelled, hitting the ghost even hard.
", IT IS JONGHYUN. GIMME THAT-" The so-called Jonghyun grabbed my dead pillow and threw it on the floor.
After all the feathers went all on the floor, I looked at the ghost and saw that yes, it was Jonghyun.
In a white shirt and white pants.
Ohhhhh.
Well was it my fault he wore white? No, of course not.
He was breathing loudly and look infuriated, growling at me. I had my mouth in a little 'o' and didn't speak at all.
After a moment of intense staring and silence, he sighed loudly and looked at the floor. "You thought there was a ghost?'' he asked.
Hesitantly, I nodded looking down on the bed with all the feathers in my hair.
Thinking he would yell at me, I was very wrong.
A sound I haven't heard in a long time came out of him and it was really weird.
He was laughing. He was really laughing. He was holding onto his stomach and was laughing his off. His cheeks turned red and his eyes were squeezed shut from all the laughing he was doing.
I've never heard him laugh like that. Never in my life. It was like... kinda...weird and funny to hear.
When a dinosaur laughs, wouldn't it sound funny to you?
After laughing his off for a couple of minutes, it died down and he just giggled for a second. "You're so weird," he stated, smiling. I was looking at him with wide eyes and was just blinking at him, not sure of what to do or say.
But then I take one finger, point it at him and shake it. "Why are you wearing all white? That made me thought of you as a ghost," I explain.
"I don't know. It were the only ones that could fit me. The other clothes seemed a little too tight on me, anyway."
SO HE TRIED OTHER CLOTHES TOO? DO I HAVE TO BURN THOSE TOO?
ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CLOTH-LESS?
I folded my arms, covering my humiliation from a little while ago. "Fine. Whatever. I'm tired now, so let's just go to sleep," I sigh. plopping on the bed.
"Okay." And he jumps on the same bed with me. I quickly scramble to the corner of the bed. He furrows his eyes at me.
"What?" he asked.
"Go on the floor, stupid."
"WAIT, WHAT? WHY?"
"Because God knows what you might do to me," I muttered.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing. Sleep on the floor- it's only...10:30. So, go and sleep and start the day when it's the next day, okay?" I sighed, lying about the time.
"But... the floor's cold," he says quietly.
LIKE I CARE.
I shrugged. "Here, take this and spread it out on the floor. Sleep on it. And here- take this blanket. Is that okay?" I asked impatiently. He looked at the stuff provided for him and then slowly took it, with me unsure of what he was thinking at the moment.
"That's... really nice of you," he says quietly.
LIKE WHAT THE ELDOODLES? WASN'T HE GROPING MY 3 HOURS AGO? AND NOW HE'S LIKE... QUIET AND SHY? YOU.
YOU.
YOU.
YOU... HAVE A PLAN DON'T CHA UGLY BOY?
"Hey you. Why are you acting so shy, eh?" I asked, knocking on his hollow head. He looked up at me.
"I'm not acting shy! ...Am I?" he asked.
"Uhm... yes?" I asked, folding my arms at his awkwardness. He was acting pretty awkward.
"Oh, well... I don't know."
... Considering I'm Mi Young, I need a better answer than that. I laid on my stomach and looked down at him. "Are you scared of something?" I asked, hoping the answer was me so I could torture him until the sleepiness really gets to me.
He sighed and scratched his head. "I don't think I'm scared, I think it's just... well... I never slept in the same room with a girl before during the night," he mumbled but it was loud enough for me to hear.
Silence....
And then...
"Pfft... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!" I laughed, rolling on my back and pulling my feet up on the bed.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
I could hear him growling and he kept muttering, "It's not that funny."
OF COURSE IT'S FUNNY- FOR A GUY WHO HAS SLEPT WITH MILLIONS OF GIRLS, HE HAS NEVER SLEPT IN A THE SAME ROOM WITH A GIRL OVERNIGHT??? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
He laid down on the little bed he made. "Shut up already," he muttered.
I did try but I failed like a million times but then I calmed down when he was staring at me with serious expressions. I quietly giggled for a bit and then went back to normal.
"But we're not even on the same bed," I say, pointing out a fact.
He sighed. "I know. But it's still weird. I don't even like you and I'm in the same room as you, sleeping... IT'S JUST WEIRD."
"Oh, and banging a million of girls isn't weird?" I teased.
"Oh shut up. You're just jealous you really can't get any of this," Jonghyun smirked, referring to his fugly body.
Trust me, I think I have already had too much of your edness and ugliness. I am glad to not be one of the girls to get any of you.
I rolled my eyes and rolled onto my back and onto the pillow. I shut off the light next to me and it darkened the whole room.
I closed my eyes and yawned. I didn't even bother to say good night to Jonghyun.
"Hey, ."
"What do you want now?" I asked crankily. I wanted to go to sleep badly- I hate it when people bothered me.
"You know when I said that I'd tell your mother all those things you did at school? I was lying. I wouldn't tell you mom. I just wanted to do all those things to you."
I furrowed my eyes in the dark. I crawled to the side of the bed and looked down to the laying Jonghyun.
"You're serious? You bluffed just to get me for your ual frustration?" I asked him.
He nodded. "I wanted to see how your reaction would be like. You were... really scared," he chuckled.
Shut up.
I sighed. "Well, you know how my mother is. She's a . I don't want to face her, so..."
"Have you even talked to her after the hospital?" he asked quietly.
"...No..."
"Do you plan on talking to her?"
"Why do you care? It's nothing important anyway," I muttered, folding my arms on the bed.
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow. "We're friends, remember?~"
"Yes, friends that want to kill each other and ually harass one another. Just great," I replied dryly, rubbing my head.
"You ually harass me? You said one another," Jonghyun pointed out, smiling.
I stared at him for a while and then I grabbed the blanket. "You don't deserve this. Go to sleep being cold," I muttered, wrapping the blanket around myself.
I heard him sigh and whisper, "G'night." And that was the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep.
I did go to sleep for a couple of hours but only to wake up to chattering close by me. I quickly opened my eyes and grudgingly went to the edge of the bed again.
Jonghyun was sleeping, yet he was chattering his off. He was hugging himself and was shivering all over the place.
I kept watching him for a couple of minutes until my pity for him grew even more.
Finally, after seeing his frozen face I gave up and grabbed the blanket that I took from him before and tucked him into it.
By the time I was done tucking him under the blanket quietly and softly, his chattering slowly died down and he went back to sleeping peacefully. I patted his head softly but then put a fist up, only to stop myself from punching his brain.
I wanted to hit him because he made me pity him again. I hate it when he has that effect on me.
I went back to sleep, only to forget that since I gave that blanket away, I had no blanket. But I was already in sleep mode.
JONGHYUN'S POV
Aww. I feel sad. I didn't have a turtle dream this time. AWWW. I was looking so forward to that. No more turtles for me now..
I was actually freezing when I was going to sleep. My feet were like icicles and I think I was about to die from the cold. I even got up to close the window, but it kept opening and I had a fight with the window.
I closed it, it opened by the time I went back to the floor. I got up and closed it again, but when I was halfway through my path to my floor bed, it creaked open again. This time, I was getting pretty pissed so I pushed the window door in more and harder, but it just opened faster.
I closed it. It opened again. I closed it. It opened again.
I spazzed out so I took a stick I found somewhere in the room and I jammed it in between the opening and the window door.
And it stayed like that. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I WON THAT TIME, WINDOW. WHO'S THE GREATEST NOW?
MUAHAHAHA~
Well that was then- and when I went to sleep I was still cold.
That is really mean. I tried to be nice, but nooo; she found it weird.
I really did mean everything I said to her. I wasn't going to tell her mom- I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. Nothing, I guess. But whatever- I got what I wanted. Her moaning, her body and my ual frustrations are going low, so that's good too.
Anyway, I woke up for the second time (for an odd reason, I don't know) and I didn't feel cold from before. I looked around me and saw that I had a blanket on myself.
...IUGREJNFDIUEKRJDGNJEYRHDFBNUERYJHDBFUREDJYFGBHNVC. What is this I see???
A blanket? From who?
GOD???
Well, it's the same blanket the was going to give to me but I refuse to believe that the actually wrapped me up in a blanket. She cannot be that nice.
However, my ears heard something unusual. Like.. a mouse? No.
Tapping? Hm, nah.
It was coming close though...
I sat up and leaned over to the edge of the bed where the was sleeping at.
She was on a side, sleeping her back facing me and that she had no blanket.
SHE HAD NO BLANKET. OH MY FREAKING GOD, SHE GAVE ME THE BLANKET. SHE GAVE ME THE BLANKET. SHE GAVE ME THE BLANKET.
SHE ING GAVE ME THE BLANKET.
OH MY FREAKING GOD, SHE IS NICE.
OH MY FREAKING GOD, SHE CARES.
OH MY ING GOD, SHE'S COLD!
OH MY GOD.
I got up from the floor and took the blanket from myself and put it over the . Because I'm nice like that.
She can't be the nice one for long.
Even though that now she had the blanket, I was going to be cold when I slept back on the floor. I looked from the floor to the bed.
Eenie...
Meenie..
Miney...
Moe...
Okay, I choose the bed.
I quickly entered my body next to hers and wrapped myself in the blanket with her. I didn't dare try to touch her, considering I was afraid she was a light sleeper and that she would wake up and kill me.
Grudge example right there.
I poked her hesitantly. She didn't do anything.
OKAY, SHE'S A DEEP SLEEPER.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but it was fail, considering it felt really uncomfortable not to touch her. I've been touching her for a long time now- what's so weird about it now?
That she's not awake? Probably is the answer.
I opened my eyes and looked at the , who had stopped shivering. I could still feel that she was shivering a little though.
...Should I...?
Well I did it anyway. And do you wanna know what I did?
I took my arms and put it around her, pulling her close to me and hugging her warmly so she wouldn't have to shiver anymore.
Why did I do it? Because then I would be the most nicest one compared to her.
I DON'T WANNA LOSE MY TITLE TO HER. SHE'S A CRAZY . SHE DOESN'T DESERVE TO BE CALLED THE NICE ONE.
I hugged her because I was kinda cold also, and no it was NOT because I like her because I ING DON'T, DAMMIT.
I took a peek at her face and saw that she had a hint of a smile on her face.
OMG. WHAT IS THIS? SHE'S SMILINGGGGGG. SHE'S SMILING.
SHE LIKES IT THAT I'M HUGGING HERRR.
SHE LIKES ME.
SHE LIKES ME.
SHE LIKES MEE.
WHY AM I SO HAPPY WHEN I DON'T EVEN REALLY FREAKING KNOW IF SHE DOES?
I keep myself from jumping and suppressed a smile from my face.
It's really weird how I act- one minute I wanna bang her, next minute I feel like killing her.
She's the same, in a way. She's nice one second and then she's pulling a knife at my throat.
I squeezed her gently and kept myself from doing anything to her.
I could have done stuff to her since she's sleeping and all, but then there's no fun in it, y'know? No fun at all.
I yawned as I could feel myself feeling droopy and then when I knew it, I was fast asleep.
MI YOUNG'S POV
I had a dream I killed Jonghyun.
AND I ENJOYED EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
AHAHAHAHAHA.
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE-