He Started It by Hitting on Me

You're to Blame for Being Hard to Resist

I stared profoundly at the colorless face lying below me. It was speaking out to me, saying, "Use me, Jonghyun. You know you have to, Jonghyun. You just have to." I knew what I had to do; I was being utterly stressed into doing it. Pressure of society gets to you. I stared with all my might, giving as much intensity as I could muster. The colorless face was smooth and rather soft. It was overbearing. I knew I had to do it. I couldn't just leave it alone. I swiped my tongue over my lips and took a deep breath.
I brought my hand down and began to write down on the piece of paper as I glanced at my textbook from time to time. I was studying math for now, reading and doing the questions on paper. It was still puzzling at times, but I knew I'd just have to ask my teacher when I went back to school after the weekend. It was a warm Sunday morning. I had already awakened, for I wake up early. I'd wake my mom and sometimes I'd wake up Song Dam.
My mom goes to work almost all the time. She's a kindergarten director at this school, but since it's a Sunday, she had decided to go shopping with her friends. Song Dam and I are almost all alone at home everyday. Song Dam leaves the house to go to her friend's house most of the time. So basically, it's just me. Dad is always out to work.
I tapped my pencil against the desk. The problem I was working on now was such a . Math all together is a . Who needs math in their life? All we need is PEMDAS and we're set for life. Who needs variables and trigonometry? I've never seen anyone use those after college. Why do people ruin our lives with such useless arithmetic? I will never know.
I tapped on the desk several times, impatient with that son of a problem on the paper. Why can't I have the brain of a smart motherer so I don't have to struggle with this? Why does math exist? Why is life so damn infuriating? WHY IS MATH SO UGLY?
"I HATE YOU!" I yelled at the problem in the textbook and slammed it shut, pushing it onto the floor. I took a good look at my wooden pencil before throwing it onto the floor as well. I rested my face against the cool wood of my desk, inhaling the scent of Febreze detergent on my clothes.
I disliked the fact I gave up so easily. When it came to school, I become one of the biggest procrastinators the world has ever seen. After I come back from school every day, I throw my bag in a corner and jump on the bed to a blissful nap. I wake up around six in the evening to eat whatever my mom has made for dinner and watch TV for the remaining time. This is my life. It was difficult to study; I didn't have a single idea why it was tough. I didn't know how people were able to have a brain that could function so easily. Did they study? Did they have a better brain than most people? What is the secret to intelligence?
"Jonghyun oppa~!"
I winced at the rather high-pitched voice of a more than familiar voice. She was back again.
"Jonghyun oppa, come out and play with me~!"
I turned my head towards the window in front of me. I heard the kids' laughter from playing in the sun. I gulped down a thick wad of saliva. She came everyday just to play with me. I had always ignored her, and this day it will be no different. She's been doing it for three days now. She started on Friday, came on Saturday, and came today. She even stayed long enough for my mother to come home, and my mother, being oblivious to this whole thing, almost let her in. As soon as I heard the voice of her at the front of my door, I ran down the stairs to save my mother from the inhumanly beast and closed the door on her. I soon taught my mother not to bring strangers in the house.
Shecomes back today, waiting for me to come out and embrace her. I would tell her I am completely head over heels for her unnie, but who would want her to go on a frightening rampage?She might kill Mi Young too, which I wouldn't approve of. I'd silt her throat if anything happened to Mi Young.
"Jonghyun oppa, come out~!"
I groaned mutely and slapped my forehead hard. "Why must I be so good looking?" I muttered to myself.
"Jong. Hyun. Op. Pa~!"
I. Am. Dead.
Haneul wouldn't stop saying my name with 'oppa' attached to it. Never have I been so irked to hear that word. I kept away from the window; she might see me. Maybe she'll get the message I wasn't home and she'll leave. Ha, yes, maybe so. I have to make that happen. And so I kept quiet.
Keeping quiet is pure agony. I don't know how some people could manage being antisocial. It's so damn noiseless in the house that I could hear anyone breaking in, if they decide to. I crossed my legs in a pretzel form and I took in a deep breath, keeping calm and collected. I took in heavy breaths and exhaled, which made me feel somewhat at ease. I closed my eyes in the process as I breathed in and out.
Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...Inhale-
It's a bit too quiet.
I immediately opened my eyes and scanned the room for any sign of Haneul. She wasn't here. It was empty. Okay, that's good so far. I frowned at myself as I thought for the reason why it suddenly became so quiet. Has she gone? I stared at the window again, hesitating whether to look out and show my face to the world. I contemplated for a moment, finally coming to the decision whatever happens, happens. I'll think of something later on.
I began to get up from my chair and suddenly got onto my knees, hovering the floor below me. I slowly crawled over to the window, still in my crouched position, thinking about what to do. I waited a minute or so after hesitating. My head slowly began to reach the edge of the window's sill. My eyes only made it by that place so I could catch sight of Haneul, to see if she was there. I peeked over the window's sill and scrutinized my front yard.
At first I didn't see anything; I almost thought I got away with it. My heartbeat was slowly going back to its normal pace. I glanced at kids, grass, the Sun, my yard, and then I saw that outrageously cheerful face with that more than needed smile and I fell completely on my back.
"Oppa, I saw you!" her high-pitched voice called out to me. I groaned out loud as a defeated cry escaped my lips. I closed my eyes shut. There's just no way getting around her. I need to get out of here. I can't take her creepy issues anymore. I have to make it out alive and unscathed. But it's rather difficult to do when you've got this disturbing girl on your back. She's invincible...well; she's invincible unless you have a back door.
My eyes fluttered open as I sat up straight. I grabbed my set of keys on the desk as I quickly crawled over to my bedroom door, so that Haneul wouldn't catch a glimpse of me when I got up. I steadied myself on my feet and almost ran out the door. I closed it behind me as quietly as I could before heading downstairs. I jogged down and made it in front of the main door, also where Haneul remained. I swallowed a thick wad of saliva. It had a rough time going down my esophagus. I walked soundlessly towards my shoes. I grabbed them as quickly as I could and ran for the back door. It was right next to the kitchen and it was my ticket to freedom.
I gave my lips one last swipe with my tongue and turned the metallic doorknob. As soon as I stepped outside, I almost screamed in delight. I looked around my backyard first, to see whether she had telepathic powers and decided to climb over the fence to see me. Fortunately she had no powers whatsoever and I was alone and completely free from her sight.
I pumped one fist in the air in congratulations to me. After my one-man praise, I looked around the yard to see where I would head off. Obviously I just can't stay here; I'd be bored out of my mind. I have friends that I can go to and I'll just hang out with them. Hm, let's see... which friend's house should I raid first...?
I thought for a moment. I could go to Key' house; he'd give me food. Onew would entertain me, Taemin would make me watch Harry Potter, and Minho would drag my lazy to the basketball court. Of course, there's another alternative that I'd be dying to go to. I'll have to be fair though, so I'll just do 'Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe'.
"Eenie, Meenie, Miney-Mi Young," I concluded, walking over to the fence's door and silently unlocking it, taking myself out of the house's territory and into the wild. I closed the door with the same noise as I had made when I opened it, and locked it. I then made a beeline for Mi Young's house.
Her house wasn't that far from mine. It took fifteen minutes by walking, about five minutes by running, and around three minutes by car. I took the running option, for I wanted to leave my house as soon as possible. And possibly because I wanted to see her. Yes, the second option is very likely.
I was never the fastest runner; blame the short legs since birth. I was quick enough to make it before ten minutes, so that counts as an improvement to my running skills. I ran past several houses in different shapes and sizes, and passed a small kiddy park near a nursery school. I knew Mi Young's house was near as I had crossed the kiddy park. And there it was-standing and all. I staggered on my feet for a few seconds until I was balanced and took in a deep breath. With huge puffs of air, I walked over to Mi Young's doorbell and raised my hand.
I put it back down. What if she isn't home? What if her mother answers the door and I just stand there, panting and sweating like a pig? That'd be a really wrong first impression. I've seen her mother before; it's just that we haven't actually met. You know, like talked or whatever. Her father loves me, but her mother is hard to apprehend, let alone speak to. I put my hand up again. Maybe I could make a good first impression now.
My hand fell to the side. What if no one was home? Am I just going to stand there like an idiot, waiting for the door to be open? I didn't want to go to anyone else's house; the only one I was actually eager to go was Mi Young's house. I scratched my head. I would call her, you know, if I had my phone.
But even if I had my phone I couldn't have called her because I don't have her number. Taemin has her number, and I don't? Does that make any kind of sense at all? Before I could badmouth Taemin, I decided to ring the doorbell and face whatever comes at me from the door.
It took a few moments until a person emerged from the door. My body relieved of stress once I spotted the dark red hair lying on top of a girl's head.
Mi Young frowned at me. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her curiosity and rudeness both peeking out at once.
I panted as I answered her question, "I needed...to escape...Haneul."
Mi Young raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"She waits around...my front yard, wanting me...to come out and 'play'. I needed to get away from her," I answered.
Mi Young cracked a small smile. "Wow, that sucks."
I nodded. "So, uh...can I come in?" I asked, pleading silently she would say yes.
She titled her head to the side. "Why'd you come to my house running?"
"You could tell I was running?"
"Anyone could."
"Oh, well...you were the closest. Duh," I scoffed, smiling slightly. Mi Young nodded slowly, her eyebrows crinkled to a certain extent.
"So it wasn't because of anything else?" she asked, almost teasingly.
"No." The blood rushed to my face, causing me to nonchalantly cover it with my hand. I heard Mi Young chuckle.
"All right, come in." She stepped to the side and gestured me to enter with one hand. I took the signal and set foot in her house, a draft immediately greeting my sweaty forehead. I took my shoes off and put them next to the door where the other shoes were. I looked around the place. It looks the same since I've been here. The last time I was here was when her appa had come to town again.
There was no trace of a tense, awkward atmosphere; so the mother wasn't the home. That explains why Mi Young wasn't hesitant to let me in the house. Then again, she could have just felt pity for me.
I ran a hand through my hair. "What have you been doing at home?" I asked her, looking at the stairs. Mi Young closed the front door and locked it. I would have been thrilled if she were my girlfriend and we were going to have some fun at her house. I'd show her how to have a great time. Wow, I should shush.
"I just ate breakfast. Did you eat?" she asked, standing beside me.
I nodded to her question. My chest heaved up and down slowly, since I'm apparently not over my run.
"Do you need water...?" she asked as she stared at the perspiration running down my forehead. I nodded almost desperately. She nodded back. "All right, while I get you some water, you could sit in the living room, watch TV, read a book; or just sit there for all I care," Mi Young muttered the last part as she jogged towards the kitchen. I watched her go, my eyes staying on her back but failing to resist from staring at her behind. Sadly her sweats were baggy and her shirt was covering her . I smacked myself for even staring at her derriere in the first place.
I sauntered into the living room as my eyes scanned the area. The walls were beige and had several portraits of abstract art, hiding the pale color. The windows were rather tall in length, yet were covered with apricot-colored curtains. Sunshine streamed thru the curtains. There was a tan sofa with light brown and red couch pillows. A more than small coffee table stood in front of the sofa that held magazines and books under the glass. A tall lamp stood on the left of the couch. The place looked rather comforting yet it held that vague feeling of loneliness.
I plopped myself down on the couch, already getting a sense of warmth and softness from the seat I was in. The AC was providing me a refreshing touch on places where it was damp with sweat. I leaned back in the couch and closed my eyes. You could barely hear anything. The only thing that was heard was a bird's chirping outside the tall windows.
Questions started to arise in my mind. Was it always like this for Mi Young? Was she really this alone at home? Without her mother (I'm sure her mother isn't home most of the time), what does the poor girl do? Does she not need company? Does she not crave for someone? How does Mi Young live like this?
"Here." Mi Young entered the living room and gave me a glass of water before she took a seat next to me. My shoulders tensed up as I drank the water, avoiding the small distance between us. After what had happened on Thursday, I was completely terrified I might do it again. And this time, I might go further. She'd hate me and I can't risk that. We've just begun being friends again who insulted each other on a daily basis. I can't risk being mute strangers once more. She let me off pretty easy the last time. Anything now, and I might go home with my head chopped.
I guzzled down the last drop of water and set it on the table. I turned my head towards Mi Young. She had her legs crossed in a pretzel shape as she stared at me. She raised an eyebrow. "Done?" she asked. I nodded. She grabbed the remote on the table.
"Want to watch TV? There's nothing to do," she spoke.
"Sure," I replied, averting my gaze from Mi Young to the TV screen. I silently prayed I wouldn't pounce on her today. There was a part of me that wanted it, but the other part was trying to resist Mi Young. This combination of wrong and right was slowly getting me worked up.
Mi Young turned her head to watch TV. As the TV turned on, the first channel turned out to be this cooking show. A lean woman was showing how to make dukbokki. It looks good, but I knew better than to ask to eat anything; I might deflower her anywhere, anytime. Mi Young flipped to another channel, which was this idol variety show. Idols were showing off how flexible they were. I wrinkled my nose. Why do idols make things seem so cool? I try to do a handstand and I fall flat on my face, causing everyone to laugh at me and my humiliation would never end.
Mi Young switched to another channel. I took a quick glance at her and found by looking at her expression, she was bored. She didn't look like she enjoyed watching TV. Or maybe she was just trying to find something to watch. I directed my attention back to the TV, but couldn't help glancing at her again and again. I somehow ended up staring at her instead. I observed the features on her face: her dark red hair had grown out of its usual medium length and was now past her shoulders. She looked healthier, in some way, and her skin appeared smooth and light as always. I looked down at what she was wearing. For a top she wore a plain V-neck and for bottoms she chose gray sweats.
I found myself staring at her face again, gazing at her pink lips and pale complexion. I goggled at her lips for most of the time. If I could only just press my lips onto hers for a second-one second only, I would fall into a heavenly bliss.
"Am I that beautiful?"
"Yeah," I replied, talking to whoever asked the question.
"Hey." Something clicked in front of my face, bringing me back to the reality. I blinked once and jerked my head back. I came back to the world I lived in today; only to find Mi Young staring blankly back at me. I blinked once more.
"Um..." I trailed off, unsure of what to say. I'm positive I had just agreed she was beautiful in front of her, and now, I might as well die of embarrassment right this second. The blood traveled to my face but I made no action covering it. Aish, I don't know why I'm sometimes in the most awkward situations with girls.
Mi Young nodded slightly. "'Kay, if you have nothing to say, I'll be just be going now..." she trailed off, standing up from the sofa.
I blinked. "Where are you going?" I asked.
Mi Young stared at me. "I'm going to go find something to do..." she tailed away.
I put on a pout for her. She didn't faze from her blank stare. "So you're just going to leave me?" I asked.
"No, I was going to go find something for both of us to do," she replied rather slowly.
I adjusted myself on the couch. "We'll do something here. I don't want to be alone. You'll probably just abandon me and for all you know, I could ruin this place," I warned her.
Mi Young rolled her eyes. "Maybe jail would be the perfect place for you to develop some common sense in your little mind," she mumbled, looking around her living room.
I opened my mouth, offended. "Yah! You'd actually let me go to jail?"
She shrugged. "Yes. I'll visit you, though, so don't worry."
I was supposed to feel even angrier at her reply, but I felt rather giddy she would visit me if I ended up in jail; however, my irritated facade disguised my utter satisfaction.
"That's so sweet of you to visit me," I spat, venom laced with each word.
She waved her hand carelessly. "I'm going to go find something to do now."
"No, stay. We'll have a staring contest to waste some time," I almost pleaded, gesturing to the seat next to me.
Mi Young gave out a slightly exasperated sigh. "Why would you want to do that when we could do something better?" she asked, making a point.
I would have agreed but I didn't want her to leave. I should have told her to go, but I was selfish and wanted her to stay with me. What can a guy do? I wanted to be her first priority, though I knew that was a slim chance that might happen. And she was getting something for both of us to do; didn't this mean I was on her mind right now? You see, sometimes I don't think quickly enough. These were one of those times.
"You're probably afraid you're going to lose," I smiled smugly, leaning back against the couch. Mi Young cocked an eyebrow.
"Me? Lose to you? Pft, impossible," she scoffed, folding her arms. There. I was getting there.
"I can stand more than five minutes without blinking, and I'm confident I can beat your tiny behind," I boasted.
Mi Young shook her slightly as she gave out a breathless laugh. "Oh, I don't think so." I was almost halfway there.
"Then care to elaborate on your opinion?" I asked, gesturing to the seat next to me as I hoisted a suggestive eyebrow at her.
"Fine, let's have a staring contest," she muttered angrily, taking the seat next to me. My breathing hitched for a brief moment as I felt the sudden warmth her leg gave mine. I resisted the urge of rubbing my knee against hers.
The contact between our legs lasted shortly, for Mi Young sat cross-legged on the couch, facing me. She sighed shortly. "Okay, rules are simple: no blinking. Ready, set, go!"
Both of us began to stare at each other, a second passing by as we had commenced. I stared at Mi Young with my eyes wide opened, as I was determined to win. She kept her eyes slightly squinted. A few moments passed by as the silence passed along. The sound of the AC and a bird's chirping outside were the only sounds available.
We stared at each other for what seemed like days, though it was just for a few minutes. I made faces to prevent blinking, as so did Mi Young. We frowned, squinted, stared wide-eyed at each other, raised eyebrows, et cetera. It was a difficult game to handle. There was a time when I was very close to blinking, but I snapped my eyes back to their usual wide-eyed position before I could have lost. I spotted a slight crease in Mi Young's forehead to show her disappointment.
This game could have gone on for several minutes; it went on for almost three, and I believe that's a lot. She showed signs of getting restless and her eyes were threatening to close. I didn't smirk just yet; I would have to wait until she really blinked. Until then, I stared. At that time I had forgotten I got easily absorbed into a trance by her features. And that I changed character when I did.
I started to observe her features once again, pinpointing everything I could find. Her skin was flawless except for an almost nonexistent zit by the bridge of her nose. She had completely straight bangs across her forehead, and the most sarcastic or blunt look on her face. Her eyelashes weren't long, but they weren't short in length either. Her skin was appeared to look amazingly smooth; I would caress it if I could.
Who said I couldn't?
I blinked as I decided to take action towards her. Mi Young smiled triumphantly. "Ha, I win! That was really long, though, so I applaud your determination. So-what are you doing?" She furrowed her eyebrows as she watched me lean in. I leaned my face in close enough to see my reflection in her brown orbs. I tilted my head on the left as I took a good look at her. She wasn't looking at me this time; instead she was staring over my shoulder, pretending I wasn't there.
My hand lifted from the couch and I placed it gently below her chin, turning her face towards me. This time Mi Young stared into my eyes and her expression went blank. Her eyes stared fixedly into my own. I caressed her cheek, my eyes never failing to stay away from her gaze.
Mi Young blinked twice and jerked back a bit. "You should stop," she notified, staring at my hand that was gently stroking her face. I didn't answer her; I was too mesmerized by the ardor seeking out of me, bit by bit. Mi Young breathed out quietly. She moved back. "Really, you should stop," she said again, her hands on the couch.
I moved forward, wanting to get closer to her in body contact. She did not seem to like the idea. She cleared her throat. "Um, yeah, you should really move away right now if you don't want to get hurt. Just move like right there..."
I'd be lying if I said I listened to her. My fingers traced down to her chin until one stayed in place. My thumb gently pressed below her chin as my pointer rested on top of it. I took one last look at her. My lips soon pressed against hers in about three seconds.
As soon as our lips met, Mi Young's head jerked back, though my lips were still attached onto her face. A sudden flash of bliss and pleasure struck my nerves. Her lips were smooth and fit mine like a puzzle. They were slightly wet, and that was appropriate for a kiss. Her breath smelled of vanilla; something I haven't tasted in a long time. God, the words are right there on the tip of my tongue; I'd just like to blabber everything I felt about the kiss. In simple words, I thought it was pretty damn amazing.
She was muffling something incoherent in her mouth as she tried to push me away, her hands striving to shove my chest. You know, this is like the time I had a daydream about her and I almost making love on my bed. I would be lying if I said I hadn't completed that daydream. I leaned my body in closer, finally getting our bodies to touch each other. A spark ignited against our figures, and this almost caused me to moan.
I felt Mi Young's hands come across my body, her hands threatening to push me away. Before she could force me off her, I grabbed a hold of her hands and held them firmly in my grasp. Her muffles became louder due to this; I have a very crystal clear idea she had just said a bad word. Her legs tried to become obstacles to prevent me from kissing her any further. I put a stop to this by putting my legs over hers. She gave out another loud muffle.
I was hovering over her as I deepened the kiss by pressing harder onto her lips. She struggled below me, moving in any direction she could to get out of my hold. It was a shame to waste all that energy since I had no intention of letting her go so easily. The intoxicating taste of vanilla invaded my senses, making it seem difficult to let go of Mi Young any time soon.
I her bottom lip, for I was deeply into the kiss. I knew she wouldn't give in, so I didn't push my luck. My tongue stayed around her lower lip for a moment or two, until I slipped the tip of my tongue back into my mouth. Mi Young fought a hard battle to push me away, and she was still trying to succeed. She was just as stubborn as I expected.
My lips molded with her soft pair of lips rather nicely. It was as if I was giving a kiss to a baby's . I entwined my fingers with hers, gently squeezing her digits. Her muffling had calmed down to a bit of "mmph"'s and "ah"'s. She was still striving to shove me away, which was yet again unsuccessful. When we had parted for a second to regain breath, Mi Young told me to stop as she panted. I ignored her plea as I went back for more. She made a small noise as our lips connected once again.
She tried to thrash her legs and arms around, but my body prevented her from doing so. I leaned against Mi Young's body, and I felt her shoulders tense up to the sudden contact. She even stopped moving. For a minute, she became still and the world became silent. At this point, I was making out with a doll.
Suddenly our entwined hands landed on my shoulders. I was taken aback at this, and I was a bit confused as well. Mi Young and my hands began to slowly slide down my chest, which resulted in me smiling slightly. Our hands gently took a hold of my waist and pulled in towards Mi Young's body. Now knowing I had tamed her, I released her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist, welcoming the warmth her body had to offer me.
It only lasted for a short moment. A sharp pain hit me in the abdomen, causing me to break apart from her lips and setting Mi Young's waist free from my hold. I panted as I held onto my stomach. I directed my attention to the girl in front of me. She was panting as well. Her hair was a bit on the messy side, as well as her clothes. Her shirt was wrinkled to a certain extent and her sweats were just...there. Her expression was the epitome of anger.
"Why did...you hit me?" I asked, trying to return to a normal pace of breathing.
"You...were molesting...me," she panted, glaring at me.
"N-no...I just was..." I trailed off, unsure of what to come up with it.
"Molesting me," Mi Young finished.
"No! Honestly, I was j-just caught-"
"Caught up in the moment? Yeah, just like the other day at your house," she growled, her breathing regaining control. The blood rushed to my face, though I made no action to cover it.
"S-sorry," I apologized, slumping my shoulders sheepishly. Mi Young's shoulders moved back and forth as she inhaled and exhaled exasperatedly. There was an extended while of awkward silence, as I stared at the floor, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"You should go," Mi Young said, picking her body up from the couch and straightening her posture. I looked up at her. Before I could have said anything to let her change her mind, I widened my eyes at an unexpected surprise on her face.
I pointed at her. "Y-you have s-something below your lip," I stuttered, my eyes not fazing from what I left. Mi Young slightly furrowed her eyes at me. She brought her hand up to her lips, touching every corner.
"I don't feel anything," she replied, her finger swiping past the spot I was staring at. Her expression stayed at its puzzled state until she widened her eyes, realizing what I was talking about. She quickly ran towards a wall mirror a few feet away from the couch. Her mouth opened ajar, a small sound of disbelief escaping her lips. Those lips were swollen to the fullest.
She snapped her head towards me and pointed at her lower lip. "You gave me a freaking hickey!" she hissed.
I blinked once. "It's not what you think..." I trailed off, putting my hands in an 'I don't know' pose.
She pointed at the reddish color below her lower lip. "Explain this then. How in the world would this be here? It wasn't here before. You , God, I just can't-" she gave out a sharp sigh as she rubbed her temples.
"You could get rid of that, I think..." I encouraged, scratching my head.
"How?! You sucked on it hard enough that it would be mistaken as herpes!" she yelled at me.
"Is it my fault you're hard to resist?" I yelled back, reddening at what I blurted out.
"Damnit, do you not see this? How am I supposed to explain this to everybody? To Key? To Taemin? To Onew? To Key?"
"You could say we kissed and I planted that on you. And that you liked it," I replied quietly, hands together in my lap.
"I didn't like it!" she spat.
"So then why'd you put your hands on my waist, hm?" I asked, wanting an answer.
"It was an act to get you off me. I had to make you think I liked it so you would let go of me. Thankfully it worked and you let go," she explained.
I folded my arms. "I think that's a lie," I told her.
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I don't care. I didn't enjoy your little molesting fest, okay?"
"Yes you did; your s are probably erected because of our make out session," I predicted.
Mi Young's forehead creased with irritation. She had every right to be mad at me, but how can a guy control his hormones? She's lucky I didn't rip her shirt off. That's right, I didn't go that far. I controlled myself, even though I was her lips. Kissing is nothing compared to actual , so yeah, I deserve some praise for being in power of my hormones.
God, she's extremely furious with me. And not so long after, I found myself being thrown out of the house. She had grabbed me and literally threw me out onto her front yard. My cheek hit the hard dirt ground before I propped myself on one elbow. I rubbed my possible reddened cheek.
"BASTARD!" she yelled before slamming the door shut. I flinched slightly to the loud slam. I lay on the green grass, the sun beating down on me endlessly. I gave out an exhausted sigh.
"Now that's the Mi Young I know," I muttered to myself.
***
"Aish, that ." I ran a hand through my hair. That idiot infuriates most of the time. I walked back over to my mirror on the wall and stared intently at the visible skin blemish below my lip. I quietly poked it. I grimaced at the sight of it. I don't know how long this one was going to be on my lip; hickeys take a couple of days to vanish. This one looks like a stubborn one. Ah, I'll just have to search online for how to get rid of lip hickeys. I made a face at it once more. It's just so ugly.
Stupid hickey. Stupid Jonghyun. Stupid kiss. Ugh, and sometimes I wonder who the hell invented kissing. It should be considered taboo. After seeing that lustful look in his eye again, I knew I had to get out of it; however, Jonghyun had already gotten me in his firm hold before being able to do anything. His sturdy hold was the same as Thursday's, but his approach was rather passionate compared to last time's.
And then he played around with my face, stroking it, caressing it, whatever he did with his hand. Then before I knew it, he placed his lips on mine and I went completely deranged. I tried to hit him, yet I failed miserably in the beginning. My plan to 'liking' the kiss actually worked; all I have to do is remember that if this ever happens again, I should put my arms around his waist to intend I 'like' it.
His lips tasted like strawberries. I don't know, they just did. He probably had strawberries for breakfast, whatever. "The do I care anyways?" I muttered, still rubbing my unfortunate hickey.
The home phone began to ring in the living room, loud beeping sounding off the walls. I turned away from the mirror and walked into the living room, grabbing the phone off the telephone set.
"Yoboseyo?"
"Mi Young?"
"Mrs. Cho?" I asked the person, immediately surprised by the fact Hea Won's mother called. She never used to call the house unless Hea Won was over. You see Hea Won's mother and my mother aren't the greatest of friends. Who would be friends with my mother anyways?
"Yes, it's me. I've called to inform you about something important that you might want to know," Mrs. Cho said, her voice had that serious edge to it; Mrs. Cho was never the woman to act serious.
"Um...yes?"
"It has to do with Hea Won's death."
My attention and curiosity all diverted to Mrs. Cho, as I leaned my ear against the phone. "Yes?" I asked, urging her to go on.
"Hea Won's doctor called to tell me that something had gone wrong when she was alive. They recently found a mishap when they were checking through old patients' hospital material."
It's strange how fast your heart could beat. It was almost surreal how mine could have outlasted a car. "And what would that be...?"
Mrs. Cho hesitated before answering my question. "Well...they found out that a wrong wire was hooked onto the wrong port," she answered, sending my heart below my stomach.
I blinked numerous times before having the courage to speak again. "S-so...that means that, um...she died of a mix-up?" I stuttered, anger rising from the pit of my stomach. The anger sent a fiery hell below my gut, giving me an unpleasant feeling.
"I'm afraid so, Mi Young. I'm sorry." I could already hear the sobs threatening to come out from Mrs. Cho's mouth if I didn't hang up soon.
"Did you tell Key, Mrs. Cho?"
"No. The first one I thought that should know was you. Should I tell him?"
"I'll tell him," I said, offering to the job for her.
"Okay then. Goodbye, Mi Young."
"I appreciate you telling me. Goodbye." I hung up the phone and put it back on the set. I stared at the phone for a moment until walking to the empty armchair. I sat myself down, invading the cold, lonely space. The unpleasant feeling of anger was rising, up and up until I felt the need to throw up. I gave out a shaky sigh of distress and covered my face with one of my hands.
Reality was just not pretty.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay, for those of you who have no idea who Haneul is, I'll elaborate: Haneul is a girl. She's a girl that has a massive obsession (or crush) on Jonghyun. In the end of chapter 37, Haneul had come out of the blue during the time Jonghyun was Mi Young's slave for a bet that he had lost. Haneul and Mi Young fought over Jonghyun (Haneul thought she was threat to Jonghyun, what can you do about an obsessed female?), and Mi Young won, though Haneul is pretty advanced in Taekwondo. After that, Haneul wanted to become best friends with Mi Young and therefore, producing an annoying start with everyone. Everything else is explained in chap. 100.