He Started It by Hitting on Me

Our Moment

"So this is where you plan your sadistic schemes." Jonghyun ambled around my room, hands in pockets.
"If you want to put it that way," I replied, raising my brow for a slight moment. I dropped my school bag down on the floor, stepping over it and walking towards my bed. When I sat down, I saw Jonghyun pick up a portrait of me when I was at the mere age of seven. He pointed at the picture.
"This is really you?" he asked. He seemed to be genuinely surprised by who was staring back at him in the picture.
"No, I just keep pictures of kids in my room because it fulfills my naughtiest desires."
"I always thought you were some kind of nasty e," Jonghyun riposted, grinning when I rolled my eyes. "But really, you look nothing like this girl I see."
"Yeah, it's called aging."
"Can I punch you?"
"I dare you," I challenged him. He glowered down at me, his eyes squinting in the sunlit room. He muttered a quick "Never mind" and went back to going through my personal things. We decided to come over to my house for a change, since we always go to his place. Jonghyun had never really been much here, and he was somewhat eager to have a small tour of my house, so I thought: Why the hell not? Mom doesn't come home until eight and he'll probably be gone by then.
Jonghyun laughed at one picture where I was wearing one of those baby Barney suits. "This is unexpected," he commented, chuckling. I didn't want to wear that stupid thing; my dad practically begged me to wear it for my fourth birthday. Barney appeared to be all the rage for kids around my age. I had liked Barney too. I just didn't have a thing for sweaty, itchy suits. Jonghyun gave out low whistle. "Wow. So you actually were a kid like the rest of us." He walked over to my dresser and began snooping around there.
I rolled my eyes at his back, leaning back on my palms. I observed him pick one thing after another. "For a girl who could care less how she looks like, you sure have many pictures of yourself," Jonghyun remarked, staring at one portrait where I was on a swing up high in the air.
"My dad took those photos you've looked at," I responded calmly. Appa always had a knack for taking photos wherever we went at whatever time. At the park, the mall, the beach-anywhere really. Every time I would try to refuse or ask why I had to pose, his answer would always be: "If I'm ever away from my daughter, a photo will take her place." At that time I had no clue what his intention was, but I went along and let him take as many snapshots as he could afford. After the divorce, I never posed for a picture that wasn't school related. Not even Key could have persuaded me.
"This does look like more of a professional's work. They're really good. By the way, what happened to the pictures your dad promised us would be in a magazine? I didn't get any phone calls from girls yet, so I'm guessing the magazine didn't publish," Jonghyun playfully joked.
I gave another eye roll. "Dad didn't call so I wouldn't know," I explained, shrugging as my eyes averted to the plain-carpeted floor. I felt Jonghyun's eyes on me for a moment, the atmosphere blank and silent among us. From the corner of my eye, I saw him turning back to looking through more of my belongings. Though I hadn't had a clue as to what he was doing this time, his body froze along the way poking around my things. He was looking at something, but I couldn't tell what he was looking at.
For what seemed like hours, Jonghyun hadn't moved one muscle, besides him breathing and all. He put it back after a while of just staying in place, and turned around to walk towards me. Taking his place beside me on the bed, he copied my position and rested against his palms. "You're really interesting," he let me know.
My eyebrows creased as I stared at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing. I think it just had to be said," he answered. I saw a tug of hesitation in his expression before he said, "Do you think Key's over the incident?"
I snorted. "I don't think so. He was so embarrassed with the whole stripping-when-drunk fiasco; he even put on sunglasses and a headscarf to hide his shame. You did see that, right?" I said, laughing when I remembered of last week when we were leaving Jeju Island. After the whole Jonghyun-getting-wasted night, I saw Key and the state he was in, which had led to my guffaws and cackles for the whole airplane ride home. Fortunately, he was in a serious nasty hangover and couldn't at me.
Jonghyun nodded, agreeing with what I said. "Should've seen him on the streets when we were trying to go back to the hotel. He started singing and dancing, forcing us to do the same." He shuddered slightly.
"Bad memories?" I tried, cocking an eyebrow.
"I don't feel like talking about it," he whispered in a way a kid would. I scoffed, lying down on the bed. He lied down next to me.
"You have a retarded laugh," I mentioned. I mimicked the way he laughed; letting my mouth burst open and having my face scrunch up while clapping uncontrollably. I stopped immediately after. "That's how you laugh like." A look of horror and disbelief with a daring hint of a smile came across his face.
"," he muttered under his breath.
"Please. You bastard," I retorted.
"Grudge."
"Mexican boy."
"Korean Barbie."
"Ugly."
"Sadistic."
"Masochistic."
He didn't respond for a split second as he stared at me impassively. "Touché," he finally replied. We looked up to my blank ceiling and observed the shadows appearing and disappearing from time to time. "I wonder if you still remember that kiss..." he brought up, his eyes slowly trailing to stare into mine.
"Forget it. I'm not letting you do it, so keep your teeth in your mouth," I snapped. I don't know what happened back at the hotel, and I don't want to remember it. Course, that's difficult since I think about his lips every freaking day. And when I consider his abnormally pleasurable lips, I always, always have to think about that night. The bastard remembered everything. Apparently he wasn't drunk enough.
Jonghyun's eyes widened to a whole different level, the lower lip of his mouth jutting out. I laughed shortly, shaking my head. "No way. You can't persuade me with that look," I claimed. He moved closer towards me, his face practically in my sight. I turned my head away as I attempted to push him back.
"Please?" he asked, straining on the first two vowels. He resisted going further back; rather he pushed his way coming forward.
"No. Go away," I growled between teeth.
"But you want me. You know you do."
I wasn't going to lie. I did want him. Badly. Ugh, I can't believe that came into my thoughts. However, my competitive nature and I wouldn't let that happen. If I give in, he would win. It had always been like that, probably always will be. We wait until one of us caves in and the game would still continue on.
From what was happening so far, he was going to win and I would be the one sulking internally. Come to think of it, for a while now, I had been rather submissive. Whatever Jonghyun does with his looks or touches, my body would just give in and that'd be the end of that. The hell was I doing? I wouldn't let this happen. Hell, my foot should be kicking his to oblivion right about now.
Jonghyun found his way on top of me, his hands pinning my wrists against the bed. I forgot how he had even got there in the first place. A smug smile spread across his face. "Want to resist me even more?"
"Actually, I have a proposition for you," I notified him.
His smugness faltered. "Oh. What is it?"
"A bet." One eyebrow rose, telling me to go on. "It doesn't have to be anything rash. Just something we'd be able to do," I explained.
"And may I ask why you want to have a bet all of a sudden?"
I shrugged. "Just like old times, you know how nostalgic I can be," I told him.
A lopsided grin was put onto his face. "Nice try. I'm not getting off you nor will I go on with this bet," he refused.
"Why not?" I furrowed my brow, slightly frustrated with his answer.
"Because I know that if I do, you'll have me in some kind of hell. I'm not all that stupid," he clarified. He leaned his forehead against mine, a sudden heat trickling up my spine from the contact. "Besides, I have you in this position. I can't let you go from my grasp." Another smirk formed on his face.
"I have never been so tempted to hit you in my life," I admitted. The smile never left his expression as his lips placed against mine. The warm skin molded with mine as we moved in sync, our heads nodding slowly to a silent rhythm. He didn't bother to release his grip on me, which was smart of him to do. The familiar tickles of bliss returned back in my stomach, leaving me in a self-frenzy. I had the urge to cup his face in my hands, but shrugged it away, seeing that I wouldn't have any of that kind of contact.
It wasn't fair Jonghyun got to have some kind of power and I didn't. It wasn't fair I had an odd addiction to his mouth. It wasn't fair I would actually let him kiss me.
Jonghyun let go of my wrists and enveloped my hands with his, entwining our fingers together. We broke apart for breath but soon our lips reunited, the distance between our bodies gradually decreasing. My chest heaved against his body, creating an abrupt spark or wanting more. Oh , I wanted so much more.
A short moan was given out from my mouth when Jonghyun rubbed his chest against me. Goosebumps started to shape underneath my clothes, and a peculiar feeling from my chest was forming as well. Immediately realizing what that might be, a hot blush covered my face. Jonghyun must have felt the , for he chuckled lightly under his breath. The boy shouldn't be so pleased, though-that was no desk's edge I felt by my thighs.
Before we could have gone further, Jonghyun broke apart from the kiss. He looked down at me, flushed, concerned. "Do-do you want to do more?" he queried, stuttering. "If you don't want to, we can stop. I won't force you or anything."
I let my mouth agape for a moment, contemplating whether he was actually asking such a question. "Um...I think we-" I stopped in mid-sentence as my ears perceived a door slamming shut. There was a bit of shuffling going on, as well as footsteps. No. Not now. It's too early. It's too freaking early, I thought hurriedly. My heart throbbed against the thin fabric of my shirt, my eyes widening when it became evident of what I was hearing. I scrambled out of Jonghyun's hold and limped over to the door. I exited out and took silent steps towards the stairs. I peered over the railing, scanning the area. I begged and prayed mentally I was wrong and that I just heard simply nothing, that it was just my imagination. And then I saw her.
Running back to my room, I shut the door and felt my heart throb even faster. ", , ," I cussed under my breath, swearing even more after.
Jonghyun was on the bed with his legs sprawled out. "What happened?" he asked as his eyebrows creased.
I paused before answering. "She's home."

Author's note: Thanks to bookworm for this title :)