He Started It by Hitting on Me

Who Said Breaking Up is the Hardest?

Taemin took me out on a date during the weekend. I didn't really want to go and tried to make up an excuse for it, but Taemin insisted I went. So I agreed. I mean it would just last for a few hours, no more no less. And so I left the house on a sunny Saturday in the mid-afternoon. Taemin had been waiting for me a block away. After I caught up to him, he started to lead me towards a place.
He had taken me to a park. Yes, you heard me right. A park. I was dumbstruck as to why he took me to a park. A park of all places is where he wanted to go? Is this where he really wanted to go to? Yes, people go to parks all the time, but for what reason? To be a bit romantic? I can't be romantic with Taemin. Hell, I don't want to even date him.
From then on I thought the date was going to be boring and unworthy of my time. I thought I wouldn't be able to do anything. I thought I would have to tell that baby-faced Taemin I wanted to go home. But then Taemin grabbed my hand and pulled me into the sprinklers. My first thought was Oh , what if I pee? The sprinklers were on and many kids were getting wet as they played in that area. I couldn't think about anything else but the cold sensation that aimed at my body.
I had panicked because I had no idea what the hell I was doing and it was cold. So I just covered my face and stayed in one place. It was like that for a minute until I heard laughter in front of me. When I took my hands off my face, I saw Taemin giggling at me. He was wet all over and his blonde had taken a place sticking onto his forehead.
He didn't say anything nor did I. He just took my hand and made me jump and down along with him and the other kids. At first I didn't jump. I watched him jump as the water came running straight to my face. For a few seconds I just let my arms fall up and down. Then I began to jump. I leapt into the air and went back down. My feet stepped into a puddle of water. It felt nice against the fabric of my jeans.
I jumped up again and went down. I followed Taemin's pattern a few moments later. The kids surrounding us leapt into the air and screamed when they were soaked once again. Taemin and I screamed along with them. We made weird poses as we sprang in the air. Children joined us as well. I played with a couple of them and danced around. Taemin had found some water balloons and targeted me. I tried my very best to dodge them and run away but he was faster. He hit me with fifteen water balloons. I hit him with only ten.
I think for the first time in a while, I was able to smile. I grinned from ear to ear while we were having such fun and amusement in the sprinklers. I kicked puddles of water, had tons of water balloon fights with Taemin and other children, and was able to be... happy. I was genuinely carefree. I felt like a kid again. It felt so good. And I was glad I didn't pee.
After spending endless hours in the water and jumping, Taemin took me to a nearby bakery shop and let me order anything. People were staring at us as if they had nothing else to do. We ignored them completely. I ordered a piece of chocolate cake with a truffle on top as a garnish. Once I had gotten my order, I waited for Taemin to get his; however, he told me he was going to share the cake with me. Before I could object, I thought it would have been rude and obnoxious to say that. He was paying for my food and he went through all that trouble of getting me wet, so I shared the cake with him.
We talked about school and about our lives as we ate the piece of cake. Taemin told me he had an older brother named Taesun. They used to play with each other a lot when they were younger, but then Taesun grew apart because he was getting busier with studies and such. They're barely speaking anymore now. I listened to this as I stuffed myself with spoonfuls of cake. I was feeling a little bad and that is just what I need to avoid.
Thankfully, he went onto another topic and we talked about other things. It's kind of peculiar that Taemin had never talked about us so much. He would occasionally hold my hand or say 'I love you' a hundred times, but he never really talked about our relationship or what we would have to do to make it better. Maybe this is how relationships go, or maybe I'm just a noob at all this. I'm guessing the second possibility is rather accurate.
After finishing the cake, Taemin and I went outside and walked around for a while to dry off our clothes. It was a bit cold from the water, but I learned to live with it for a while. Taemin talked about watching the last part of the Harry Potter series in July in theaters. He was fangirling about how epic it was going to be and he couldn't wait for Voldemort and Harry to battle it out.
After that topic, I let my curiosity get the best of me and I asked Taemin why he had taken me to that park and gotten me wet. He blinked and then broke out into a smile.
"I wanted you to have fun, noona. For a few days, you haven't been looking so well," he had commented.
"So you took me there to make me happy?" I had asked.
"Yeah. It was nice to see a smile on your face," he had smiled, gently patting my shoulder.
I smiled back at him. "That was very nice of you, Taemin."
He said he knows.
Taemin took me home after. Our clothes were almost dry again once we made it to my house. He gave me a brief hug (I saw it coming, tried to block it, but he had me in his hold before anything could have been done) and bid me goodbye. I waved until he was out of sight. He seriously wasn't making it any easier to break up with him.
After the weekend passed, I went back to school and did my normal routine for the day. Key and everyone else were the same. But this time, Key has been bothering Yanna and Minho more often. It's funny because Yanna is getting used to Key and is fighting back to his nagging. Ha, go Yanna!
Onew is still accident-prone and slow. But hey, he's still fun to be around. Taemin is still Taemin, but then there's Jonghyun. Ah, oh yes, that boy who has been silent for a while now. Ever since that day at his house, he hasn't been speaking to anyone except Key. God, I know he's hurt and all, but can't he at least stop being such a girl and talk? If he didn't look so masculine, I would have thought he was a girl on her period.
In science, he went back to not speaking to me and avoiding my presence. It makes me utterly furious that he doesn't acknowledge my feelings of what he's doing. It makes me disappointed that he doesn't even try to talk to me. It makes me sad that I was the one who did this to him. God, if it weren't for me and my pity or that text, then things would have been fine.
Professor Cheung hadn't been on our cases for a while. It seemed rather strange that he just asked us out of the blue to see how well we were doing in our tutoring sessions. It was almost as if he knew something....
I had gym afterwards. I never really liked gym. Yeah, I never did. I mean I play sports when I want to but I never want to do it when someone forces me to. As long as I look like I'm doing something, the coach won't say a thing. I ran around for a bit and then dribbled a ball in front of the coach. When he wasn't looking, I dropped the ball and ran to the locker room and stayed in a secure place where no one can see me.
I made it out of gym without any suspicions. After gym, it was lunch. I walked out of the gymnasium and headed for the cafeteria. Before I was by the hallway that led towards the lunchroom, I found a group of people talking together as they walked. I gave them a second look because they all looked familiar. It turned out to be those weird people.
Key was the loudest one, talking about cooking and how he might just become successful if he did take that field of study. He knew he had other better things to do. Onew was yelling about wanting to go to lunch and eat food. Yanna and Minho were absorbed in their own world, trying to ignore Key who was trying to bother them. Taemin was blocking out Onew's whines by covering his ears, and Jonghyun was absentmindedly poking his stomach.
Taemin's eyes were closed shut for a minute or two until he opened them and spotted me a few feet away. His face brightened. "Noona~!" he exclaimed, waving his arm to catch my attention. I nodded at him, informing him I had seen him. Everyone else turned my way and most smiled. The short one stared blankly at me.
Taemin made a beeline for me and was standing in front of me before I could blink. He smiled at me once and put his arms in the air. "Noona~!" I thought he would give me another hug so I braced myself, but instead he grabbed my wrist and dragged me quickly towards the other people. He made me stand properly by fixing my shoulders and patted me on the shoulder. I flinched slightly to his touch. "Hey look, everyone, it's noona~" he sang.
"You didn't have to drag me," I muttered.
"But I wanted to!" he sang back to me.
I sighed longingly.
"Aigoo, aren't you guys so cute together?" Key giggled as he pressed his hands onto his cheeks.
"They are," Yanna agreed.
"I want chicken," Onew randomly said.
"Yah, try to get your mind off of chicken for once," Key groaned.
"I love it," Onew defended.
"But it's annoying."
"You're annoying."
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"You're an idiot."
"You're an idiot."
"I hate you."
"I hate you."
Key threw his hands in the air. "Whatever, let's just go to lunch."
"Hell yeah, I like chicken!" Onew howled in excitement. He ran for the cafeteria. Surprisingly he did not trip and fall.
Minho and Yanna went their way. Key and Jonghyun were left alone together and they began to walk. Key looked back at Taemin and me. "Come on- don't you guys have other things to do?" he asked, gesturing us for to come.
Taemin nodded his head and smiled. "Coming, Key umma!" He turned back to me. His eyes were shining. It really amazes me how cheery and optimistic Taemin can be. "Noona, let's walk together!" he chirped. I sighed. He turned around and began to walk until I grabbed a hold of his shirt. Taemin stumbled back a bit. He turned his head around. His brow was furrowed.
"Something wrong, noona?" he whispered.
It would be better to do it now than never.
I looked around the hallway to see if anyone was here. It was empty. I gave out a short breath of air. "Come with me," I told him. I pulled him towards an empty classroom by the end of the hallway. I made sure that no was there as I locked the door. We'd have to make this quick.
Taemin looked around the room with a confused expression. He looked back at me. "Noona, I would love to do it with you, but I think you don't understand the romantic concept of it. I don't think you do it in a classroom, unless you're one of those, um, people who really want to. Noona, are you the 'h' word?"
I shook my head. "I'm not that word, Taemin."
"Then why are we here...?" he asked, truly puzzled.
God, here it goes. May luck be with me on this one. I gave out a sigh. Wow, this is hard and I didn't even start. Huh.
"Well, um, I actually have something to say. It's not easy but... I, um... uh..." Damn it, come with it, idiot! It's right there on the tip of your tongue. Spit the damn words out. It's right there, Mi Young, right there! I blinked once. "Uh... I have to, uh..."
You're a .
I know, so shut up.
Come with it, . Can't you see time is just passing by? If you don't say it now, what will happen to you in the future? That's right, Mi Young. Taemin babies. Little Taemins running around you, wanting to 'do it' with noonas that were just like you.
To hell with you, conscience.
I sighed. "Okay, uh, I, just wanted to say... uh..."
"You want to break up with me?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed, pointing at him and smiling. He got it right! Now I don't have to say it! And then I realized that wasn't appropriate for this moment. Now I just turned things awkward. I slowly put my pointer down and bit my upper lip.
Taemin was looking at the floor, nodding with a faint smile on his face. "Yeah, I was wondering when you were going to break up with me," he chuckled.
I blinked three times. "What?" I asked shortly after.
Taemin kicked the air. "You went on for a long time. I thought you wouldn't last so long, but I stand corrected. It must have been a load off your shoulders, huh?" he asked me, smiling slightly.
I didn't know whether to feel guilty or relieved that he knew how I was feeling. "Um... I feel bad now."
Taemin shook his head. "No, you don't have to feel bad. I'm glad you broke up with me," he admitted.
I furrowed my eyes. "You're glad?" I asked incredulously.
Taemin nodded as he sat down in a chair by a desk. "It was a relief for me too," he spoke.
I blinked. "But I thought you liked me a lot," I voiced.
Taemin smiled at me. "That's true, I did you like a lot. But that was the beginning. My feelings have changed."
"T-then why the hell did you ask me out?" I almost growled, anger seeping through my confused expression. Taemin laughed a little as he smiled at me sincerely.
"I liked you at that time. I was too caught up with my feelings and let it get the best out of me. After you said yes, I was happy, but a bit disappointed. I kind of wanted you to say no so that maybe I could move on. But I was being too stubborn. It wasn't until a few days after I realized I was such a burden to you and everything else for the time being. I felt horrible and stupid because I was just so selfish for my own needs and wants. I felt bad for you because I knew what you were going through. My feelings began to fade as time passed by. It wasn't because of you. That'll never happen. It was because I decided it was best to move on from my longtime crush.
"And that's when I tried to get you to break up with me. I began appearing at places, I tried to use a lot of mushy, gushy words to get you annoyed, I hugged you in front of Jonghyun-" I heard something snap and a small cry of pain. "- Which I'm pretty sure is something he or you did not like, so I apologize for that, noona. I even gave you a text during your tutoring time- at least I hope it was when you were tutoring Jonghyun- to get you to break up with me right there and then. In that time you guys should have been getting along, and I'm sorry that I ruined it-"
"Before you could talk anymore, let me just say something. Why didn't you break up with me?" I asked; that question was bothering me as he was talking.
"Oh, because that would hurt your ego and I didn't want you to feel worse, oh no," Taemin replied, shaking his head in a childish manner.
Something that sounded like a snicker was heard but I shrugged it off. Taemin's eyes flashed to the door and then back at me. "Anyway, I hoped that maybe you would break up with me and that you, me, and Jonghyun would be better in no time," Taemin finished, leaning back in the chair.
"So then why'd you take me out on a date?" I asked slowly.
Taemin smiled. "Oh, that's because you looked really down so I decided to take you somewhere you might have fun. I didn't want to take you somewhere fancy. I am never, ever going to make that mistake ever again," Taemin sighed, shaking his head quickly.
"You do know that because of that date, it just made it harder to break up with you?" I asked, folding my arms.
Taemin's smile faltered. His eyes widened. "Really?" he asked curiously. I nodded.
He stared at me for a while, his expression unmoving, and then slowly lowered his head. He suddenly slapped himself on the forehead countless times. I widened my eyes. "What are you doing?" I asked, running over to him to prevent him to stop hitting himself.
He had his eyes closed as he hit himself. "I'm so stupid," he mumbled, still slapping his head.
I tried to get a hold of his hands; they kept moving back and forth and I was just missing the pattern. I finally grabbed them and held them tight. He looked up at me. "Taemin, it's okay. I actually felt a bit better after the date. It was fun and something I've never really done before," I said, gently putting the hands back on his lap.
I stepped back a couple of times. "And I'm also really thankful for what you have been trying to do. Though it may not have been the best technique to do it, it's all right because you tried so hard to be annoying to get me to break up with you. And I appreciate that, Taemin," I expressed my gratitude.
"You're not mad at me then?" he asked quietly.
I shook my head. I smiled softly. "I can never be mad at my dongsaeng. Well, annoyed, yes, but never pissed off." I think.
Taemin smiled back at me. He clapped his hands. "Noona likes me again, yay~!" he exclaimed. He stared at me expectantly. "Are you happy now, noona?" he asked me.
I scratched my head. "Uh, well, not exactly. I'm happy that this is out of the way, but I still have a few more problems on my hand," I answered.
"What would some of the problems be?" he asked.
"Um, well... Jonghyun isn't talking to me," I muttered the last part. I didn't like it, it was annoying- it's a problem, right?
Taemin raised his eyebrows. "That's a problem for you?" he asked incredulously.
I nodded sheepishly.
"Talking to hyung is a problem for noona? Really?" he mused, looking around the room.
"Yes, yes it is, Taemin. It's somewhat difficult because of what happened that day," I said, looking at the floor. Ha, floor and before. Ha.
... This isn't the time to do it.
"Did you try?" Taemin asked.
"Not after the tutoring session," I admitted.
"Hm... do you feel bad that he isn't talking to you?" he asked me.
"Well, uh, um, er, yes."
"Care to explain how bad?" Taemin asked, curious.
There was loud muffling somewhere near by. I chose to ignore it.
"Well, I just blame myself for doing this to him because he didn't deserve it. The guy didn't do anything but say the truth, yet I hurt his feelings. And now we don't talk, which makes me feel guilty and horrible because I feel as if I'm not a good friend to him. And then sometimes I wonder... what are we now? Friends? Less than friends? Strangers? Are we ever going to become okay with each other? There are so many questions that ramble in my mind, and I don't have the answer to any of them," I sighed disappointedly.
Taemin stared at me for a while that made it seem like a long, long time. He suddenly began to smile creepily, like the one Spongebob did when he found out Squidward liked Krabby Patties.
I stared at him because he was weird. "What?" I asked.
"You're getting there, noona," he replied, not really helping me. The creepy Spongebob smile was still there.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
Taemin still kept smiling in that Spongebob way. "I can't tell you, but when you know, just remember what 'getting there' meant," he recommended.
I was utterly bemused, though I made no comment. "Okay," I finally said.
Taemin smiled normally this time. "And remember; name the baby Taemin Jr., okay?"
***
"Key~"
"What is it now?"
"I'm going to die."
"Have a good time in hell."
"That's not what you're supposed to say! You're supposed to say 'everything is going to be all right, yeobo, and I will help you no matter what it takes'."
"Honestly, you have been watching too much TV."
"I have so much free time and I sulk a lot, so why the hell not?"
Key gave me a look of disappointment and annoyance. "You need to get over this, Jonghyun. You're so depressed about Mi Young that you think on the negative side of things," Key pointed out.
I kicked the floor. "I can't help it. She made me," I quietly replied, looking down at the floor.
"No, you're doing this to yourself. If you stop acting like a goddamn sissy, maybe you'll overlook it and look on the bright side."
"And what would that be?" I asked, wanting an answer.
"She might talk to you," Key shrugged.
"That's highly impossible," I muttered.
"See? You're being negative again. Look, all I'm saying is-" Key stopped in his tracks. He stopped walking and talking. I stopped a few steps after him. He grabbed my arm.
"Do you hear that?" he asked quietly.
I looked at ceiling and then at the floor. "I don't hear anything."
"Exactly. They left."
"Who left?"
Key rolled his eyes. "Mi Young and Taemin," he whispered.
And without alerting me, a huge wave of anger washed over my body. I could feel the jealously rising above its midpoint and it was just getting higher. I scoffed. "Whatever, they're probably ing in one of the classrooms," I muttered. I was trying to sound cool yet mad, but I sounded downright disappointed and on the verge of tears. It's strange because I don't have to cry.
Key tugged at my arm and started to pull me towards somewhere. My eyebrows wrinkled. "Are we doing the same as them?" I asked, slightly scared.
"Yes, we're going to in each other's mouths. Idiot, no, we're going to find them. I heard the door close somewhere in this area," Key answered, not looking back at me as he tugged on my arm.
"But why?"
"Don't you want to know what they're talking about?"
"I don't want to hear how much they love each other and hear the kissy noises they make in the room. Key, come on, let's go. It is already fifth period and I have to go to class-"
"Wait, I think I found the door!"
"Let me through." I pushed Key out of the way and ran for the door he was pointing at. It was closed, unlike the other doors that were open and some had classes going on. I leaned my ear against it to hear something, anything.
"...But I thought you liked me a lot." That sounds a bit like Mi Young.
"That's true, I did you like a lot. But that was the beginning. My feelings have changed." That must be Taemin. I widened my eyes and looked at the door in an astonishing manner. Taemin, the guy who has had hardcore feelings for Mi Young, doesn't like her anymore? Is this an alternate universe? Is Key gay now?
I pressed my ear a bit harder on the door. "...Why the hell did you ask me out?" It seems to be Mi Young again. She doesn't seem to be happy. I'm rather content with that.
"I liked you at that time. I was too caught up with my feelings and let it get the best out of me. After you said yes, I was happy, but a bit disappointed. I kind of wanted you to say no so that maybe I could move on. But I was being too stubborn. It wasn't until a few days after I realized I was such a burden to you and everything else for the time being. I felt horrible and stupid because I was just so selfish for my own needs and wants. I felt bad for you because I knew what you were going through. My feelings began to fade as time passed by. It wasn't because of you. That'll never happen. It was because I decided it was best to move on from my longtime crush.
"And that's when I tried to get you to break up with me. I began appearing at places, I tried to use a lot of mushy, gushy words to get you annoyed, I hugged you in front of Jonghyun-"
A hard whack came down on the top of my head. I yelped in pain, immediately grabbing the top of my head. I turned around, only to find a fuming Key with a hand in the air. His nostrils were flaring. I stared at him shockingly. "Why'd you do that?" I whispered. I just had heard my name and now I will never know the information after when my name was said. Perfect timing, Key.
"You ing pushed me out of the way and I hurt my damn shin," he growled.
"Why didn't you just scold me like how a good friend would do?" I asked, still not over the immense pain Key has put on my head.
Key folded his arms. "I'm your best friend, not a good friend. Different people do different things."
"Okay, whatever, fine. I just heard Taemin doesn't like Mi Young anymore."
Key widened his eyes. "Bwoh? And you're just letting me talk to you?!" He pushed me a little to the side as he leaned his ear against the door. I went back to it as well and tried to see what I could make out from it. Truthfully, you could hear a lot of things behind a door.
"... Let me just say something. Why didn't you break up with me?" Mi Young's voice again.
"Oh, because that would hurt your ego and I didn't want you to feel worse, oh no," Taemin replied. I heard Key snicker beside me.
"Anyway, I hoped that maybe you would break up with me and that you, me, and Jonghyun would be better in no time." My heart flipped when I heard my name. So Taemin was aware of me in a sulky state. D'aw, he is such a caring boy.
"So then why'd you take me out on a date?" Mi Young asked him. I furrowed my eyes. When the hell did they go on a date? How come I didn't know about it? My shoulders slumped. Why would they tell me about it; I don't deserve to know. I'm just an invisible third wheel in this relationship: the odd man that likes the girl, but can't get her. And I probably never will.
"Oh, that's because you looked really down so I decided to take you somewhere you might have fun. I didn't want to take you somewhere fancy. I am never, ever going to make that mistake ever again," Taemin, sighed. I almost cracked a smile.
"You do know that because of that date, it just made it harder to break up with you?" Mi Young asked. I agree; it would be difficult to break up with Taemin when he has that aeygo and irresistible features and what am I saying.
There was a small silence beyond that door. "Really?" Taemin asked. There was another silence. I'm guessing Mi Young nodded. I waited patiently for the next dialogue between them. Suddenly I heard a fit of slapping or whacking going on. I almost jumped back. Were they fighting? Isn't it irrelevant to this conversation they were having? I have the urge to see the fight between them. I held it back.
"What are you doing?" Oh, so they weren't having a fight. Good to know I was the only stupid one to think that. I heard a mumble but couldn't quiet figure it out. Mi Young said, "Taemin, it's okay. I actually felt a bit better after the date. It was fun and something I've never really done before."
They better not have had .
"And I'm also really thankful for what you have been trying to do. Though it may not have been the best technique to do it, it's all right because you tried so hard to be annoying to get me to break up with you. And I appreciate that, Taemin," Mi Young added.
Damn right he was annoying. I was about to beat him senseless when I saw him in the hallway earlier today. I was so close to becoming okay with Mi Young, so close I was. But he messaged her, I read it, got pissed off, she went away, I cried, and the usual.
"You're not mad at me then?" Taemin asked hopefully.
"I can never be mad at my dongsaeng. Well, annoyed, yes, but never pissed off." I was mad as .
"Noona likes me again, yay~!" Taemin exclaimed. "Are you happy now, noona?" he asked after.
"Uh, well, not exactly. I'm happy that this is out of the way, but I still have a few more problems on my hands," Mi Young answered.
My ears perked up after hearing this. There's a slight chance I could be one of the problems. Maybe, just maybe I am taking part of her stress.
"What would some of the problems be?" Taemin asked.
I listened intently for what she was going to say next. "...Um, well... " I couldn't hear the words after that. I scrunched my nose. I leaned in closer, trying to hear a bit clearer as to what her problems might be.
"That's a problem for you?" Taemin sounded surprised. This is one of those times I'd like to have super-hearing powers and have the ability to apprehend every single word I want to hear. There was a quiet second in the room until Taemin decided to say, "Talking to hyung is a problem for noona? Really?"
Oh Taemin. Do you know how much I love your clearly audible voice right now?
"Yes, yes it is, Taemin. It's somewhat difficult because of what happened that day," Mi Young replied rather sheepishly. I think she was talking about the day I confessed. And here I thought I was the only one who didn't have the nerve to speak to her. God, now I feel like a total jackass. She feels like one too, probably. Aw, we have so much in common!
"Did you try?" Taemin asked.
"Not after the tutoring session." I didn't make any progress either.
"Hm... do you feel bad that he isn't talking to you?" he asked.
"Well, uh, um, er, yes."
A small smile made its way onto my face.
"Care to explain how bad?" Taemin asked.
I leaned in closer. Maybe I can finally tell if she likes me or not. Maybe now I can muster up the courage to ask her out. Maybe-
"Jonghyun, I think I love you," someone whispered into my ear.
"Holy crap!" I almost yelled.
My head hit against the door, but not as hard as I turned around. I snapped my head towards the source, but felt disappointed after finding about who it was.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked bluntly, my disappointment rising.
Onew giggled. "You look mad," he said.
"I am mad."
"Why?"
"You interrupted me," I replied.
"I didn't say you had to listen to me," Onew defended himself, putting his arms over his head.
"I get distracted easily!" I spat, waving my arms around like a chicken.
Onew widened his eyes. "Do that again, you remind me of my lover," Onew said huskily.
"You're so weird!"
"I thought you were supposed to be listening at the door..."
I widened my eyes. "Oh ." I leaned my ear against the door again, pleading that I just might get some information that might have to do with me.
"Okay," the voice said, sounding unsure. Mi Young's voice, I think.
"And remember; name the baby Taemin Jr., okay?" And that is Taemin's voice. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Damnit, I'm not assuming anything for that. I might get in trouble for saying something wrong.
I gave out an impatient sigh. "Key, do you know what they said?" I asked, turning to face him.
Key still had his ear pressed against the door, a faint smile on his face. He shook his head. "Nah, I couldn't hear a thing over your useless talk with Onew."
I sighed, frustrated that we weren't able to hear anything. I glared at Onew. "It's all your fault," I hissed.
"Do not blame the y one; it's your fault for listening to me," Onew replied, dancing in the midst of all this.
I pointed a finger at him. "You-"
To my dismay, the door swung open and out came the now broken up couple of today.
***
I thought someone was around here, eavesdropping on the conversation Taemin and I had. Now I'm pretty accurate these buffoons were the ones to do it. I opened the door to find a curious Key, a dancing Onew, and a surprised Jonghyun. Jonghyun's back was facing me, but his face was in view. Jonghyun's mouth was ajar, his eyes widened at the same point. He looked retarded.
I blinked twice. "Snooping again, are we?" I asked all three of them, putting my hands on my hips.
Onew shook his head. "Not me~" he sang in English. "I was bothering Jonghyun and he got all mad because he couldn't get to hear what you guys were saying a while ago," Onew gave out.
Jonghyun snapped his head towards Onew's direction. "You're not supposed to tell her that!" he growled.
"Well then next time don't blame me for something I am not to blame for," Onew said as he stuck his tongue out. Jonghyun groaned in frustration.
"What'd you guys hear?" I sighed.
"You guys broke up," Key answered.
I nodded. "Yeah. What else did you hear?" I was hoping they didn't hear anything else. I was glad Jonghyun couldn't get to hear what went on behind the closed door. He wouldn't have to know what I said. He might get cocky and bug me about me wanting to talk to him or something like that.
Key shrugged. "The rest," he answered. And he smirked in a playful way. I rolled my eyes. He knew everything.
"Can't you guys back off and be normal?" I asked, eyeing all of them.
"If we were normal, our friendship wouldn't be that special," Onew piped in.
"I agree with hyung," Taemin chimed in, making me realize he was still here.
"Why aren't you crying if she broke up with you, Taemin?" Onew asked.
"Because I'm fine with it. We both realized we should see other people," Taemin smiled warmly. Key eyed me in a way a curious cat would. I gave him the ' off' look. He stuck his tongue out in response.
"What did you guys say at the end of your conversation? "Jonghyun asked, trying to sound uninterested, but failed immensely.
"Oh, we said 'let's go' and we went," Taemin replied. Jonghyun gave out a sigh of dissatisfaction.
"All right, since we're done here, why don't we all go to lunch? Since some of you skipped class," Key shot a look at Taemin and Jonghyun, who both looked away.
Taemin smiled again. "Okay, hyung! I'll see you at the cafeteria, noona!" He leaned in quickly and gave me a peck on the cheek, skipping off with Key and Onew to the cafeteria. I heard Jonghyun gasp loudly.
"Yah, Taemin-ah! Why'd you kiss her? You little..." He went on with his endless list of insults, yelling here and there, mumbling, growling, et cetera.
I stood there, dumbfounded to the sudden contact of his lips with my cheek. Is there a reason why he kissed me? I really can't find one right now. I rubbed my cheek slowly, trying to get the kiss off of me. It may have seemed like the wrong thing to do, for Jonghyun decided to yell at me.
"What are you doing?" he exclaimed. I quickly looked at him, coming back to life.
"Huh?" I asked quietly.
He pointed at my cheek. "You're rubbing your cheek. Did you like the kiss?" he asked.
I blinked once. "Uh..."
He was pouting slightly, an impatient and bitter illustration drawn on his face. I stared at him for a while, forgetting what his question was.
"Did you like the kiss?" he repeated, helping me getting back on track.
I opened my mouth slightly, trying to process a reply. Before I could say no, a thought came to me and began to change my first decision. Maybe this was Taemin's way of saying to get on with it.
"...Yes."
Jonghyun widened his eyes. "You liked it?" he asked, startled by the answer.
I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I did. Even though it was just a kiss on the cheek, it made me feel all tingly inside," I lied.
Jonghyun's nostrils flared. "B-but you guys aren't together anymore," he stuttered.
I shrugged. "That doesn't mean I can't like a kiss," I replied.
"B-b-but no! It's not right. Don't like it!" he whined as he stomped his foot. He looks like a kid. It's rather cute. The action, that is, not him.
"You can't tell me what to do," I scoffed.
"I'm taller!" he snapped.
"I'm older," I smirked, raising my eyebrows up and down.
Jonghyun's face drained color. He glared at me after. "God, you're a stinking ," he sighed, folding his arms. I have never been so happy to hear those words.
"You're one hell of a bastard," I said softly, smiling slightly.
Jonghyun smiled back, his face appearing rather soft and pink. "You're really ugly," he replied.
"And you will always have a small ," I retorted, my smiling growing wider.
He chuckled soundlessly, a smile meeting his eyes. "Go rot in hell," he said. He turned around and began walking towards the cafeteria.
I grinned widely and began to walk after him. "You'd eat my decomposed remains," I said.
"I'd rather die."
"I'll see you in hell then."
"I thought you were decomposed."
"My soul still lives."
"So you're going to haunt me?"
"I probably might."
"God, you just can't leave me alone, can you?"
"You're so fun to bother."
"You're annoying."
"Bastard."
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And we go on and on with those same insults, never stopping in the path we were on now and began to pick up on where we left off.