He Started It by Hitting on Me

Guys Have Needs

Nothing. That's what I felt like doing today. There's no motivation or energy to produce anything. It's scorching out and the AC inside is on full blast, giving me best of both worlds. You put your hand on the windowpane and it will affect your flesh. You stay inside my room for as long as ten minutes and you're instantly frozen.
I put the AC on low, thinking it'll probably lessen the cold. I'll know in a matter of minutes. I laid my body on my bedspread and sighed at the blank ceiling above me.
It was Senior Skip Day. You could already tell what my decision was.
I was supposed to be at Key's house today, though. He wanted us to watch movies on his TV, eating as much junk food as we can and either cry or laugh at American movies. It's what we did every year. Somewhere in the summertime before vacation started, Key, Hea Won and I would watch movies at Key's house. It became a regular thing after the second year we did it. And since it was Senior Skip Day, what other better day to do it than a day when you're not forced to study nonsense?
It was best to go start walking on foot to Key's house now. He always liked to start early. And being in the kitchen with him was one of the rare pleasures in my life. After I made the bed and did my business in the bathroom, I changed into another set of clothes and took the keys from the counter by the front door. My mom was gone early once again. I got used to the silence atmosphere.
I locked the door and stepped out into the blistering weather, the heat inhuman to my taste. I was afraid to jog, since I would sweat profusely, but I would also sweat if I walked in a moderate pace to Key's house. It was bad on both choices. I hesitated to break out into a run or walk. My foot did a tiny dance on the sidewalk, contemplating. I decided to go with a jog.
As soon as I started jogging, a slight wind came up in my face and it led me on farther. Still-it was substantially hot. Key's house was a bit far, but I've walked there several times that it didn't really seem to matter. I tugged on my T-shirt, keeping it from sticking on my chest. And to think I had taken a shower before I left.
It was a regular summer day, with all the sunshine and green grass. Cars zoomed past by me and birds flew over my head, fortunately not ting in public. Kids were at school today, but there were a few who were playing in a park I passed. I put a hand on my forehead and felt the perspiration forming behind my bangs. I cursed myself for not bringing a hair band.
I found myself by Key's front door when my breathing became achingly heavy. My calves were burning and my head thumped with each heartbeat my organ was able to produce. I placed my palms against my knees and breathed in and out, wanting to regain normal breathing. With a bit of strength I weakly rang the doorbell.
His footsteps were quiet but his voice boomed. "Password," he said behind the door.
"Cookie dough flies," I panted. The door suddenly opened, and there I saw Key's tall figure staring down at me.
He blinked once. "What are you?" he asked flatly.
"I'm sweating. Let me in," I replied.
"Why are you sweating?"
"I ran over here," I answered.
"Silly Mi Young, you could have just walked."
"Either way I would have sweat!" I snapped, still panting.
Key raised an eyebrow. "Someone's being y today," he muttered, moving out of the way so I could enter. I staggered inside, immediately welcomed to a beautiful draft that complimented my drenched body. I almost shivered in relief. Key put his hands on my shoulders and led me into the kitchen. The inevitable smell of baking wafted through the air. My sweat-concentrated thoughts vanished away almost too quickly to the familiar smell. "Chocolate or vanilla?" Key asked.
"Both," I responded. We always made chocolate and vanilla cupcakes. There was no favorite. Sometimes Key would bring the strawberry mix but Hea Won and I didn't like it as much as he did. We just stuck to the classic flavors everyone loved. Key handed me a paper towel and I began to soak the sweat on my forehead, neck, and chest.
He began making another batch of cupcakes as he mixed the batter for vanilla cupcakes. "I put the chocolate batch in the oven. Sorry~" he chirped cheekily, batting his eyelashes in what was supposed to be in a flattering way. I rolled my eyes and threw my saturated paper towel in the trash.
"Can I make the smoothies?" I asked him, searching for the fruit he had somewhere in the kitchen.
Key didn't look up from the mixing bowl. "I don't know, can you?"
I shot him a look. "Don't do that," I said, annoyed. I went ahead for the assorted fruit on the table and began to pick out the ones we favored. I was all for mango smoothies, and since Key knew that, I found three good-looking ones by the apples.
I brought all the fruit by a working station and was given the rest of the ingredients by Key. "So," Key started, pouring some batter in a cupcake pan, "how is my lovely couple?"
"Fine," I replied, getting out the frozen strawberries for Key's smoothie.
"Did he sicken you with lovey-dovey comments?" he cooed mockingly.
"Um, not severely," I replied, cutting up a mango.
"Are you being affectionate towards him?" he wanted to know, eyes on the sticky, liquid batter.
"Well, I...I touched his hair if that counts," I murmured.
Key scoffed, totally expecting this from me. "You can't be anymore loving towards him?" he said, putting a hand to his hip.
"I'm dating him, aren't I?" I pointed out. I would have never dated him, whatever year it may be. It's bad enough I kissed Jonghyun yesterday. Now his sister has a thing against me.
"Yes, you are, but it's not enough," he told me, putting the cupcakes in the oven and taking the baked batch out.
"Then what do you expect me to do?" I finished cutting the fruit and dumped it in the blender. Key shrugged as he got his plastic bag full of icing in one hand.
"Kiss him, I guess. That'll make him the happiest puppy on earth," Key replied.
"I did."
As soon as those words escaped my mouth, Key's hand slammed on the kitchen island. "You did?" he yelled. I nodded. "And you don't try telling me about it?!" he screamed again.
"It wasn't a big deal, though. His sister came in and that was the end of that," I sighed, blending the yogurt, mango and ice.
Key raised his eyebrows slightly. "You met Songdam?" he asked.
I nodded. "She's kind of odd but less weird than her brother," I commented, thinking about last night. We didn't really make conversation at the dinner table, but that was only because Jonghyun was in between us. He thought we were having a staring contest and it was our way of "bonding", but it bothered him we were staring for so long and wanted us to stop. He can be stupid sometimes and I don't understand how this stupidity can stay in his brain for so long.
Key let out a sigh. "Ah, Songdam...you know, she's really sweet."
"I'll believe it when I see it," I muttered under my breath, staring at the blender.
"Anyway, how did the kiss go?" he inquired.
"It just happened. He was on my lap and it was quiet, then we looked at each other and kissed," I shrugged, thinking it was no big deal.
"Did he cry in happiness?" he asked.
"Not in front of me," I smiled thinly, turning my eyes into crescents.
"Huh...so you actually kissed him. That's a big change for you, Mi Young," he stated, icing a cupcake.
"I guess," I said, shrugging to a small extent. I turned off the blender and took a hold of two glasses. "Was that the kind of affection you were talking about?"
"You should do something more."
"Oh boy."
He ignored my comment and put his pointer on his chin, looking up thoughtfully. "You need to satisfy his needs," he said.
I wrinkled my brow. "Needs?" I repeated.
"Yes, needs. You know, like hyping him up and stuff?" he explained, though it really didn't give me a clear image of what he was trying to say. I kept staring at Key, whose eyes were on the cupcakes but he sighed when realizing I didn't understand. "You need to excite him. Make him ," Key said.
"Isn't that a bit too early...?" I trailed off.
"Mi Young, you guys have done things related to that, haven't you? And obviously you guys liked each other for a real long time. I mean, yeah sure, do it later. But have some for Pete's sake. You guys can't be all fluffy forever," Key clarified.
"But I'm not ," I responded.
Key raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile hanging around at the corners of his lips. "Really, I'm not," I claimed. His expression stayed longer to aggravate me more. I frowned at him, doing my best to stay quiet. The expression remained. "Yah, you look like a e!" I finally barked at him.
"I'm just showing you how Jonghyun would look like after you get ," Key claimed, that expression still plastered on his face.
I wanted to throw the ice-cold smoothie at him, but my laughter got the best out of me. The way he looked like when he said it couldn't prevent a snicker escaping my lips. We went on with fixing up the snacks: Key with the cupcakes, me with the smoothies. Usually Hea Won would have made the ddeokbokki with Key's mother helping. After everything had been cleaned up, we took the snacks to the living room. Key turned on the TV and put on the movie "Mean Girls". No matter how many times we've watched it, we could never get over it. Honestly it was one of the few movies we both were fond of.
As Cady was being shown going to high school for the first time, Key and I commented on almost every thing the people were saying, wearing, acting, and the usual we always did. I laughed when Janice stated Damien was too gay to function, and Key glared at me after. He knew the only reason why I laughed was because Damien reminded me of him.
It was all laughter and jokes between us two and the movie that kept us on the sugar rush. Nothing was taken seriously. Nothing. Not even when we mentioned Hea Won in our insignificant conversation, and how she was missing everything we were doing. She loved Mean Girls just as we did, and had a for cupcakes and smoothies. She was one of the main reasons why cupcakes and smoothies were our comfort food for Movie Day.
We laughed at how she can't taste how good the little cakes were or see how hilarious the movie still was. Our laughter died down weakly, our appetite going along with it. We thought that maybe it would have been the same even if she wasn't here. We'd forget what had happened and get on with our lives, pretending like nothing happened. If we refused it earlier, why are we doing it now? Why are we making believe everything will be fine? Nothing's the same anymore, won't be the same anymore. It was just how it was.
Nonetheless, Key and I watched the rest of the movie, either quiet or making small comments towards The Plastics or Aaron. When we were up to the part where Regina was called a "fat ", Key asked me if I had my phone with me.
"Yeah. Why?" I asked, the icing off a cupcake.
"I want to see it," he replied, bringing a hand up for the phone.
I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I repeated.
"I want to see what you and Jonghyun have been doing."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why?" I asked, not really apprehending.
Key groaned loudly, "You are so slow. Either that or you're too innocent, which I refuse to believe. Give me your phone."
He insulted me, yet I still didn't perceive what he said. "I'd rather keep it with me..." I trailed off. He stared at me with a blank look spread on his face, not amused by my words. A second later he pounced on me and went rummaging through my jeans for one electronic device. "No, Key-stop-my phone-hey, that tickles-what-where the are you touching?" We struggled on the couch, and as weird and wrong as it seems, his hand went for my back pocket and grabbed my phone. He pulled back and leaned his back against the other arm of the couch by his side, smiling at his accomplishment.
"Let's see what goes in your guys' minds," he said, unlocking my screen. I went for him, trying to take the phone out of his hold, but he held me back with one hand. I tried to sneak my way somewhere else, but he knew every way I would go and it failed, much to Key's smugness. I didn't know what he was checking at the moment and I would rather not, however, I found out a minute later. Key laughed out, his laughter directed at my phone.
"What? What is it?" I asked frantically, my hair all over the place. I ran a hand through my hair and fixed it in its usual place. He never stopped laughing but showed me the screen. He was in my contacts and he was checking out Jonghyun's number. What surprised me was how his name was placed. "He put a heart next to his name?" I mumbled, raising my eyebrows at this sudden fact.
"You didn't put that heart down? I thought you did that. That just ruins everything I was laughing about," Key said in a bored and disappointed manner, slumping his shoulders dramatically.
"I didn't know he put that down either," I confessed, squinting at the symbol the heart represented. Was it really there?
"So you're saying you guys have never called or messaged each other?" Key asked incredulously, eyebrows rose. I shook my head. He blinked once. "Really, you guys are sad." He shook his head, coming back to his usual seating position on the couch with legs in a pretzel-shape form.
"We see each other everyday, so there's no point to keep in contact by phone," I defended, staring at that heart. He writes Jonghyun<3, and I write Mi Young on his phone as if he were my colleague.
"Are you seeing him now?" Key asked.
I blinked once at him. "No..." I answered.
"Then call him," Key suggested.
"I don't want to bother him," I sighed, clearing the screen and locking my phone.
"He's probably missing you."
"Then he would have called. Which reminds me...I haven't heard from him all day," I realized.
"Oh, he's probably getting ready for the amusement park he and the other guys are going to. You know, for Senior Skip Day. I told them earlier this week we'd be busy with our movies and junk food. They were okay with it," Key nodded, his eyes on the TV screen. Regina just found out those chocolate bars made you gain weight and she was screaming her head off.
"You didn't tell Jonghyun?" I asked.
"I did, I did. Otherwise he would have been calling you right about now. I told him not to bother us when we were in bed and feeling each other up," Key explained unnecessary details. I scowled at him, shaking my head in a disapproving manner. The kid must have had a heart attack when Key said that. "He did at me for talking like that, but overall he let it go and here we are," Key smiled, gesturing to his abode.
"Then why did you ask me to call him?" I asked, not really getting anything Key was saying today.
"To make him happy. Jonghyun needs attention, Mi Young. It's how the boy is. He's independent enough but he likes you a lot, and it really scares me sometimes," Key shuddered. I stared at the phone in my hand, contemplating what to do.
"He'll be fine," I said, putting the phone back in my front pocket. Key sighed and shrugged, returning his attention back to the chaos Regina created with making the Burn Book in public. I went back to watching the movie as well; drumming my fingers against the armrest I was leaning on. I couldn't really focus on the movie. There was a guilty conscience somewhere in me, gnawing on my gut. I took in a deep breath to prevent it from gnawing anymore, but to no avail. I pinched the bridge of my nose to help me in any way. It didn't. I exhaled sharply yet quietly and glanced at my bulgy jean's pocket.
I gave Key a side-glance and making sure he wasn't looking, I quietly took out my phone and made it seem like I was just straightening my back. I hid my phone away from Key's sight and unlocked the screen, clicking on 'Contacts'. I searched for Jonghyun's name with the heart and pressed it. I gave another glance towards Key's way, but he was too absorbed in the movie around this time. I went back to my phone and clicked to create a message.
Have fun and don't cry over me.
I sent the message after I checked over if it was fine or not. I had a feeling it seemed too conceited, but hey, it was how I was. Before I could put it back in my pocket stealthily, vibration shook my hand. I raised my eyebrows slightly when I found it was Jonghyun who messaged so quickly.
Don't have with Key. And I will ^^
I almost snorted after reading his reply but suppressed it, seeing that I would be caught by the feline a few feet away from me. I put my phone back in my pocket silently and sighed in relief. I got myself back in the movie, laughing a bit when no one caught Gretchen except Karen from that stage in the gym. We watched the movie in silence and let the movie absorb us in high school reality and academics.
As it came up to the part where Cady's dad realized being grounded had a specific meaning, my phone buzzed for the second time. I frowned mentally. Did Jonghyun message me again? I took the phone out of my pocket again and pressed to view the text.
You're so predictable.
I turned my head to the left to give Key one good dagger until I turned back to my phone.
Why are you so obsessed with me? I pressed the 'SEND' button and immediately heard vibration on Key's phone on my right. It was only thirty seconds or so until I had gotten another message from him.
Boo, you .
I scoffed at his comment and rolled my eyes, putting my phone back in my pocket. Key was such a diva that sometimes you'd want to stuff him in a bag and suffocate that entire attitude.
But you begin to realize that's what makes him Key. And you begin to feel grateful for having him in your life in the first place.