He Started It by Hitting on Me

Tipsy

Lights. Bottles of various alcoholic drinks. People grinding against each other, most not having a damned clue what was going on around them. Those were some of my reasons not to go to a nightclub, let alone any party that had to include people around my age or over. I justified about not wanting to go clubbing with Key when he had brought up the topic the second day on our trip in Jeju Island. He was restless and sightseeing was not enough for him.
This had brought us into another argument and he had tried his best to persuade me for about five minutes, but then yelled, "You know what? You're just a freaking party-pooper!" when his patience got the best of him. Jonghyun took Key's place after and told me it would be fun and he wouldn't let me drink anyway, so I had nothing to worry about.
Like I had said before, I didn't like parties and will never intend to. Besides, there was no decent food in clubs. I refused to go with them, telling them I wouldn't have any fun like they would. Eventually Jonghyun gave up to convince me any further and was forced by Key to go without me. From the look Key gave me, it was a mere seeking vengeance thing.
Needless to say, these clubs were restricted and we were supposed to be in our hotel rooms by eleven. The guys and Yanna were leaving around that time. Yanna offered to stay with me but I let her go. Minho seems to need her more if he was going to be stuck with those reckless idiots. It had been two hours since they were gone and there was no sign of them anywhere. Not that I'm complaining; it's quite serene without any of them to waggle a tongue in my face.
I was engaged in a movie on the television, which regarded two people having job problems and they meet each other to overcome this. A romance chick flick, but I guess it'll have to do. As I watched the two have a few complications, Yanna came back with an exhausted expression smothered on her face. "You don't look so good. Did you drink?" I asked her, watching her move sluggishly over to her bed. She fell on the bed with her back facing the ceiling.
"No. Everyone from school was there and it was excruciatingly crowded. All the other guys and I got separated for a while, but I found Onew a few minutes later," Yanna replied. "I spent an hour dancing with Minho and the others, but got tired of it and decided to come back here." She gave out a sigh. "It would have been better to stay," she mumbled, agreeing with what I had said earlier today.
"I told you," I muttered, my attention fixated on the TV screen. The movie went on with the protagonists having feelings for each other, and ultimately, in love. It would be interesting if one of them decided to die right then and now. Yanna changed in the bathroom and took a shower, coming out with a soft "Goodnight" and shut off all the lights. She laid herself in bed with the covers over her. Since fatigue was having a bit of trouble coming my way, I watched more TV.
Before I changed the channel for the fourth time, a knock came at the door. I gave the door a puzzled look. Who comes at the dead of night? I thought, picking myself from the bed and walking over to the door. "Who is it?"
"It's me~!" I lifted my brow to a small extent, startled by the familiarity of the voice. I let the door open and my eyes traveled up to find a lazy smile plastered on Jonghyun's face. After seeing me, he opened his arms. "Mi Young!" he chirped, attacking me into a bear hug. I stumbled back, my balance going off almost completely.
"What is with you?" I asked hastily, making a face.
Jonghyun's face appeared in front of me, a crooked grin flashing at me. "I missed you so I came over. Hi," he replied, squeezing me into another hug. I grunted at his capability to crush someone. Are you serious? I groaned mentally. He was going to give off his weight anytime soon, leaving me to hold him with all my might. Struggling, I brought his body over to my bed and released my grip on him. He sunk into the bed, his body scrambling to not fall off the edge.
"Yanna, we have a problem," I called out to her sleeping figure. I watched her shift momentarily until she picked her head up towards me.
"Huh?" she spoke indistinctly, yawning. I pointed to the sloshed kid who appeared to look dead. Her eyes followed and widened. "Oh my."
"Was he drunk at the club?" I asked Yanna while staring at Jonghyun making airplane noises.
"Uh, not really. When I left, everyone was sober," Yanna responded, looking quite perplexed by all this. A soft buzz came from her side of the room, causing her to look for the source. She picked up her phone and looked at it. It was taking her some time to do whatever she was doing, so my observations settled on Jonghyun again. The said boy was picking at his tongue, putting one finger on it and then examining what was on the finger, which turned out to be nothing. "Um...Mi Young, I have to go," Yanna announced, getting up from the bed.
"What? Why?" I wanted to know.
"Minho sent me a text saying the guys came back to his place wasted. They're not in the greatest state right now and he needs help calming them down. I'm sorry, Mi Young," Yanna apologized, taking her key card and a few things.
"It's fine. Go help Minho. I'll be here. With him," I said flatly, glancing at the guy in my bed. He blinked innocently. It made me doubt if he knew what was going on at the moment. Yanna smiled apologetically and wished me luck, exiting the room. Even when she was long gone, I had my eyes on the door. The kid's still here, I thought glumly. I sat down beside Jonghyun hesitantly, making sure he wasn't about to barf. I didn't have a single clue as to what to do with a drunken Jonghyun. He didn't seem to be too hopped up and I guess that was better than anything worse.
"What do I do with you...?" I spoke in an undertone, gazing at the carpeted floor.
Jonghyun threw his arms in the air. "Play with me!" he offered. His arms went my way as they circled around my neck. "We can play 'Kiss'. I'll start." Puckering his lips, the boy leaned in forward towards my face. I put my hand up in front of lips before they could touch mine.
"Your breath reeks of alcohol," I pointed out, pushing his face away.
"Then give me some mouthwash." Jonghyun shrugged, thinking it was no big deal.
"I'm trying to help you. You're drunk, you know. There's no time for kissing," I told him in a hasty tone.
"I'm not drunk. Just a little tipsy," he claimed.
"Whatever. You need to rest so I could get something for you. Maybe some haejangguk could help you," I murmured. The soup Jonghyun had fed me back when I had gotten wasted relieved me from a nasty hangover, and maybe it could help Jonghyun as well. I had seen a store when I had went sightseeing today with the rest of my classmates. That probably has something I need.
"No, you stay with me. I don't want to left alone," Jonghyun complained, scooting over closer.
"Aish..." I made a face at his childish behavior. My phone began ringing from the other side of the bed. I stretched over Jonghyun and grabbed it. "Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, Mi Young. I don't think I'll be back for some time," Yanna informed me. An off-key person was singing in the background and there was an argument back and forth. "No one's really sober now."
"What's going on?" I asked, furrowing my brow when I heard something fall with a loud thud. A scream emitted from a boy, my guess being Key.
"Well, Minho is chasing Key around as we speak. It turned out Key, Onew and Jonghyun decided to go at a drinking contest, ending in this drunken fest. Onew seems to be the least drunk, but Key is different story," Yanna sighed.
"What exactly is Key doing?"
"He's singing and trying to strip off his clothing."
"Ew."
"I know."
I suddenly felt thankful I wasn't over there but with Jonghyun instead. The horrifying image of Key is honestly too much for me to handle. "Well...good luck with you. I have a feeling you need it," I laughed softly into the intercom.
"Thanks, Mi Young-Key, don't you dare take off your boxers! No, I don't care if you feel hot! Get-oh my God. No! Stop! Minho, stop him! Ugh, Mi Young, I'll see you later. Good luck with Jonghyun," Yanna bid me, ending the call as soon as she said the last words. I placed the phone by my side and looked back at Jonghyun, who still had his arms around my neck.
"Can you lay down?" I requested, hoping he would follow that simple order. To my relief, he nodded. Leaning himself forward, he caused me to fall backwards on the bed with his body crushing against mine.
You could not believe the amount of oxygen that left my body after his weight settled down on me. He gave me a closed-lip smile. "This is better," he commented, looking down at me.
"You're so...heavy," I gasped for air, striving to push him off. And this bastard calls me fat? "I told you to lay down!" I hissed at him.
"I am laying down. You can't deny I'm doing what you asked me to," Jonghyun replied, giving me the impression he was an intoxicated, smart-mouth .
"I meant on the opposite side of me," I made clear through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, I'm going to deny that," Jonghyun voiced, nuzzling up against my neck. My heart performed an upturn soon after, creating rapid beats of the sensitive organ. As I tried to ignore the evident butterflies flying around my stomach, my palms pressed against his shoulders, making an effort to get him off.
"Let go. Now," I growled. He wouldn't listen; that was one of the problems I detested from him. He shook his head, closing his eyes for a brief moment while doing so. "You bastard! Let me go before I kick your bruised nuts," I snarled at him as my arms and legs attempted to thrash him. Jonghyun pushed down harder on me, earning a quickened speed of the beating heart inside me. An elicitation threatened to come out of my mouth, if I hadn't compressed my lips together. Hot breaths of air lightly tapped in contact with the side of my neck, bringing on a shiver of excitement.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. A pair of gentle lips held down on one part of my neck, obtaining a tingle of arousal. I brought my shoulder up softly by my subconscious, though my mouth remained shut. "I'm sorry," he repeated, another kiss being placed on my neck. "I'm sorry." He brushed his lips once more. "I'm sorry."
The butterfly kisses went on, my neck full of tingles. I hadn't done anything to prevent him from doing anymore; neither did I let him have me so easily. My mind was completely baffled; there was no idea whatsoever in my mind that was rational. My thoughts only consisted of Jonghyun's lips tickling every part of my neck leisurely.
I wonder if this is what I did when I was drunk.
In addition, Jonghyun's fingers decided to take part in this. They traveled over to my left cheek, tracing ever so gently on the skin. I responded to this delicate stroke by squirming in his hold, wanting him to stop but to go on further also. It was a decision between yes and no, the balance of giving in almost outweighing resistance.
At last, Jonghyun met face-to-face with me, looking almost normal, if it weren't for those redder than red lips and flushed cheeks. I stopped trying to withstand his provocative gestures. The heat our body temperature created did not help. "Do you want me to get off now?" he asked in a soft, hushed tone. So that was his plan? I should have known. I wondered if he really was drunk, or if there was a part of him that was sober yet wanted this. The more I thought about it, the more the latter choice became more favorable. Jonghyun lifted an eyebrow. "Well?" he asked.
"Shut up." I drew his face in towards mine and finally planted my lips on his. I felt the rumble of a chuckle from him, the corners of his mouth turning upward. Jonghyun lifted his body off mine but not entirely. He hovered over me, our lips attached to one another. I brought his face closer, crushing our lips in the making. I perceived the bitter, odd taste of alcohol lingering from his breath, which contradicted all those sweetened kisses. In spite of that, those troubling, enticing lips persisted. I enclosed my arms around Jonghyun's neck, having my heart do those somersault flips once, twice.
My body soon started to pull up from its lain position, forcing Jonghyun to rise as well. His hung position over me changed as he made room for my body to fit. He sat on his knees, encircling my waist with his arms and closed any gap between us. His chest heaved against mine, developing a thrill of pleasure that tickled my spine at the immediate yet brief friction. A soft moan found its way out of my mouth, surprising both Jonghyun and me. The surprise didn't last for long, for Jonghyun had other plans in mind. I had felt the flick of his moist tongue teasing my bottom lip, being slightly persistent to be let in. My mouth let his tongue enter my cavern and the tongues began to battle for superiority.
I should have known tongues were slimy and that this was a different experience for me, seeing that the only time I ever had such a kiss was with Joon, however, I abhorred anything Joon and I had after he showed his true purpose in wanting me as a girlfriend. Though with Jonghyun, my feelings turned 180 degrees from when with Joon. These weird, ticklish, and pleasurable sensations weren't something I knew of and had everyday. Usually I would have two sides of my brain yelling at me for what I was doing. But I hadn't heard one remark this entire time.
Jonghyun's tongue was wearing mine out, and at the pace his tongue was going at, I guessed my tongue certainly exhausted his. Around the same time, we broke apart from each other. Leaning against each other's forehead, we gasped for air in ragged breaths. My heartbeat did not yet decrease and neither did my inability to think coherently. Our foreheads stayed in place, the perspiration from both our heads combining. Our heavy breathing soon became quiet, the silence in the room becoming visible.
A smirk formed on the lips of the male brunette as his dark orbs glinted. It suddenly wiped off his face when his body started to react oddly. He slapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes bulging out of his sockets. It took me a brief moment before realizing he needed to vomit. Jonghyun frantically searched for a trashcan, finding a small one by the side of my bed. He grabbed at it and dug his head inside, retching the poison matter the alcohol produced. I patted his back reassuringly, even reassuring myself I was not the one who made him barf.