No, You Can't Have Her >:, ATTN: Woman?~!

[Uchitoru Enzui]

Tetsuo grinned. Enzui, feeling particularly vicious, grinned back. More to pointedly give Jung the cold shoulder than anything else.

That's right, Jung, look, I can actually socialize without you breathing down my ne---

She was too surprised to even rear back when he slipped his arms around her waist. Enzui's jaw positively dropped when he placed his neck on her shoulder. For the third time since she'd met Jung again, Enzui froze up. The flush that had gone away rose higher and higher, burning even her ears. She probably looked like a tomato. An androgynous tomato.

"Sorry, Tetsuo."

Was she choking? She was choking, wasn't she?

"We're already together."

And then Enzui stopped breathing.

She immediately tried to speak, right after, of course. She ended up breaking into a coughing fit, unable to talk and tell them, NO, Jung was NOT her boyfriend. Only after a few mortifying seconds could she manage to gasp, "He's a damn liar, don't believe anything he says," and break away. Enzui darted over to behind Bae--he seemed safe enough.

Once she felt like she was appropriately disguised by the slightly shaking male (Was he laughing at her?), Enzui felt brave enough to hiss, "And don't touch me so strangely, idiot!"

Snickering, to her right.

She looked up with a pout to see Tetsuo swaggering jauntily over, shaking his head and laughing easily. He bent down to look her in the eyes, smiling in a way that had Enzui reddening nervously once more.

"Maa, maa, Jung can be scary sometimes, eh?"

"Less scary, more weird." Enzui's response was immediate.

[Chu Jung]

There was absolutely zero thought on Enzui's take on what he was doing, Jung's mind seemingly stuck in territorial-male mode. At least, until she started her coughing fit, to which Jung relaxed his grip on her, concern plainly written on his face.

"He's a damn liar, don't believe anything he says."

She broke free of him, to which he had no objection, his arms frozen as they were. He knew what had just happened, and yet, he was still utterly, completely confused by it. As if it hadn't been pure jealousy that made him do it, but the fact they really were together. It was Jung's turn to freeze; reality crashed around him, yet his stubborn self refused to join it.

Jung finally blinked, arms dropping, realizing Enzui had run for cover behind Bae, who found the scenario incredibly amusing. "And don't touch me so strangely, idiot!" ....Idiot? He took a step toward the two, confusion having swapped in for burning anger. She was making him look like a fool.

Tetsuo beat him to her.

"Maa, maa, Jung can be scary sometimes, eh?" Jung's jaw dropped; were they all against him?

"Less scary, more weird." Enzui's response was immediate.

Jung seethed quietly, hot-head cooling. Somewhat. He kept his tone borderline frosty, even as another smug smile found its way into his features. "See, I seem to recall a certain talk earlier depicting that we were together."

[Uchitoru Enzui]

"See, I seem to recall a certain talk earlier depicting that we were together."

"I don't remember any talk," Enzui retorted. She hadn't forgotten his blackmail by any means, but she was curious how far he would let her press before he....

Tetsuo was still snickering. Bae had upgraded to full-blown chuckles.

She stood a little straighter, pouting again.

"Must have slipped my mind, I was too busy drinking the orange juice you forgot to tell me you'd drugged."

[Chu Jung]

"I don't remember any talk."

Erk.

"Must have slipped my mind, I was too busy drinking the orange juice you forgot to tell me you'd drugged."

Jung was surprised, to say the least. Speechless, actually, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. His friend's snickers and chuckles snapped him back, his mouth finally shutting tight. He hadn't expected his plan to backfire. At least, not so soon. Or right in the middle of his plan.

As such, Jung wasn't really prepared.

He opened his mouth, ready to retort, but found no words. He closed it, thoughts processing ever-so-slowly. '...What just happened' was all that repeated through his head. Did she like. Somehow enter his thoughts and figure out, with such confidence, he would've never gone through with it?

......"Fu-...." He breathed out, just above a whisper. Control. That's what he needed. Clearing his throat he began again, making sure to keep his voice casual. "Are you sure you really want to risk letting it 'slip' your mind?"

Fucking A.

That's all he had.

[Uchitoru Enzui]

"Are you sure you really want to risk letting it 'slip' your mind?"

She made a face.

So that was the limit, huh?

"No, she admitted," sticking out her jaw mullishly again and crossing her arms. It turned out that Bae and Tetsuo weren't much protection after all--and the way Tetsuo was grinning at her gave her the creeps. Scooting carefully around Bae and wondering why everyone Jung knew was so damned tall, Enzui flounced over to Jung's side.

"So, Jung-chan," she began, gripping his arm tightly in a mockery of clinging affection. "Was this what we were talking about?" Enzui batted her eyelashes, trying her best to look as disturbing as possible.

[Chu Jung]

"No."

Oh.

Good then.

Except...even Jung's thick skull could detect that wasn't quite it. There was something else in store for him, what he found himself suspiciously curious. As she scooted from around her 'protection' - who, coincidentally, was still finding this entire thing amusing - Jung crossed his arms, trying to look secure despite his anxiety to what exactly she was planning.

"So, Jung-chan," Jung instinctively flinched with her touch; the only time she had touched him was when she was hitting him, after all. "Was this what we were talking about?" She batted her eyelashes. Jung had to hold back a grimace.

It was all-too tempting to simply insult her in some way or another, a few choice words rising up, but this...There'd be much easier, disturbingly sickening things to let her chew on than just insults. Jung smiled at her, totally, completely artificial, but still as charming as ever.

His free hand cupped her chin affectionately. "It's perfect, Enzui-kun." His sickeningly sweet tone never faltered. "Except, isn't there something...you're forgetting?" His smile slid into a sly grin as the hand holding her chin slid behind her neck, his head casually dipping down to meet her own, his intentions written loud and clear. "I'll remind you..."

[Uchitoru Enzui]

He smiled at her.

That was a warning sign right there.

Enzui attempted to step back to give them both some needed space, but he cupped her chin affectionately in a way that had a shiver (disturbed, she told herself furiously, disturbed) running up her spine. Was it warm in the room? It was. And Jung was being creepy.

"It's perfect, Enzui-kun."

He was planning something, she just knew it--

"Except, isn't there something...you're forgetting?"

Handmovingnotgood. Jung had moved the hand on her chin to the back of her neck in a single, fluid movement--and though Enzui herself hadn't ever, well, you know...she'd seen it in the hallways at school. And, um, wow, Jung was getting really, really close.

"I'll remind you..."

ToocloseNOTHANKS.

Enzui gave a strangled shout, scrambling away from Jung and his verymuchnotneeded puckering up.

"NEGATIVE THREE HUNDRED ORGASMS!" she screamed, being strange out of reflex and embarrassment.

[Chu Jung]

To say he hadn't expected the mad scramble out from his reach would be a lie. What he hadn't expected was the loud, hysterical cry of "Negative three hundred orgasms!"

And apparently neither did anyone else.

A few glass-shatters could be heard as waiters and club-goers dropped their drinks in surprise, most, if not all, turning their attention onto Enzui. Bae and Tetsuo has stopped their snickering, eyes wide and mouths partially ajar. Kinda on par with Jung.

Silence.

One could almost hear the the slow working of thought going through everyone's mind.

He laughed.

It started out as a small hiccup of laughter, then to a chuckle, and then out-right laughing. If one asked him why, he would have absolutely no answer. Maybe it was to break the silence, maybe because what she said was lunatic, or maybe that reaction was pure gold.

Still holding back chuckles, Jung managed to regain normal breathing. "Enzui..." He took a step toward her, clearing his throat as he held back a laugh. "How about we go home..." He bit back another chuckle before continuing."....and teach me how exactly 'negative three hundred orgasms' are made?"