Retaliations with a Rebel

~Chapter 8~

I slammed the door to my room shut and sprawled myself on my bed with a big grin on my face. No, I didn't like Jongin, but his kiss on the other hand... 'I must be delusional.' I caught myself thinking about it. I buried my face deeper into my pillow and let out a big sigh.

My body felt warm, and that warmth was becoming worse. It was spreading throughout me like wild fire. I quickly jumped off my bed and changed into a pair of denim shorts and a pink tank top that was partially lace. Frankly I hated that tank top. It was a Christmas gift I had gotten from my aunt last year and I'd burn it right now if all my other tanks weren't in the wash. I'm most certainly not going around in nothing... And t-shirts were not accepted in this weather.

I pulled my hair into a high pony tail to allow myself to breathe. No one was home and I really needed to clear my head. Putting my iPhone on its dock, I found my foot tapping along to Big Bang.

In no time my whole body was swaying to the beat. In one hop I jumped onto my bed and I was singing into my hairbrush. My pony tail was coming undone and my bangs messily fell in front of my face. While trying to blindly blow a loose strand of hair away from my face my feet tangled with one another. I lost my balance and tumbled to the floor.

Sprawled on the floor, that stubborn piece of hair found its way to my face again. I blew it in annoyance. I heard a little tapping noise and it definitely wasn't me. I was on the floor spread like a starfish... I slowly pulled myself up to look for the source of the noise. 'Under the bed... Nope. In the closet... Nope.' I turned down the music and the tapping stopped. 'Oh!' I whispered in my thoughts. Then the noise returned. I turned my head, it was coming from outside my window.

Jumping back in surprise, I saw Jongin rapping at his window with his knuckles. I cocked my head at him and shrugged. "Hold on." He mouthed. I flung open my window to hear what he said. "What?!" I yelled. Confusion twisted my face as he walked away. He just left me with half my body leaning out the window to hear him. 'WHAT!' My mind screamed.

I was about to slam my window shut and walk away when I saw his messy hair. He was furiously scribbling something on a sheet of paper with the cap in his mouth. He stuck the paper on his window with one hand and fumbled to put the lid on the marker with the other. I squinted to read his chicken scratch.

'DO YOU NEED ME TO CALL 911 OR WAS THAT DANCING? OH, AND YOU SHOULD WEAR THAT MORE OFTEN ;)'

I choked on my own spit. 'Oh god, he saw me dancing. HE SAW ME FALL FLAT ON MY FACE...'

I turned around about to leave my window to grab a paper to reply to him, then I remembered something. I snapped my head back around and saw him smirking and staring.

It wasn't my face; a little lower. I followed his gaze and my eyes landed on my own body. 'You should wear that more often' rang in my head. He was staring at my revealing shorts and tank top. My face flushed with realization and my pulse quickened. I immediately closed the curtains and ran to my bed. Reaching it I snuggled deep in my sheets and doze off thinking: 'What was that feeling? Jongin is the only one who does this to me. Why?'

. . .

It was late in the afternoon when I was woken up by my little sister's voice: "Unnie! Mom says to get ready, we're going out for dinner!"

"Five more minutes..." I groaned and rolled around in my bed. Silence took over the room. Then, I felt a little jab in my side. I opened one eye to take a peek and there she was, in her seven year old self, poking my side with delight. "Go away Minnie." I said and turned away from her.

"Mehrong~" she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Yah, Jaemin. If you don't leave I'm telling Sungjae that you like him." I said groggily.