Never Almost Had You Epilogue (COMPLETE)
Title: Never Almost Had You Epilogue (COMPLETE)
Author: annyeonghase_yo and giveitupjessica
Pairing: 2min, JongTae, OnKey, SpatulaKey, ChickenOnew
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-NC17 (depending on the chapter)
Summary: Why is it that when you finally confess to the one you love, that love you had is gone in an instant, forgotten, and replaced. What would you do to get that love back? "I miss the times that we always share. I miss the love that was almost there. I miss the times that we used to kiss, at least in my dreams... I miss you Taemin."
A/N: And so this fic is officially over! How sad! Thank you to my dongsaeng annyeonghase_yo for contacting me on doing a collaboration together. I've really enjoyed writing with you and the friendship we share now (even though it mostly consists of us having random conversations in other people's spots and dirty comments on each other journals). I hope we can collab again in the future. There isn't really a point to this, but it's the epilogue, so I don't think there needs to be one. It just ties up all the lose ends and gives you one last thing to laugh about. Hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as we've enjoyed writing it! Please keep supporting both mine and annyeonghase_yo's fanfics! THANKS AGAIN AND ENJOY!!!!
EPILOGUE
MINHO POV
Taemin and I are just chilling on the sofa in my dorm, watching some rerun of a drama when the door suddenly busts open. We both turn our head to see Onew skipping into the room.
“His two weeks must have ended today,” I say to Taemin as I point to the bucket of chicken in Onew’s arm.
“Oh my beloved chicken! How I’ve missed you so! We shall never part again!” Onew exclaims as he sets the bucket on the counter to go and grab a drink from the fridge.
“Hyung you better not let Key umma catch you talking like that to your chicken. He might overreact and say you love chicken more than him. And then you know what will happen. He’ll get out his spatula and then one of us will spend a good portion of the night treating your wounds. And I don’t want to spend my night doing that. Finals just ended and break has begun. I want to spend it with my boyfriend not with you. No offense.”
“None taken. Besides, Key is out shopping, so I have nothing to worry about. Me and my beloved are safe,” he walks over and joins us on the couch. Bucket placed on his lap as he digs out a piece.
“Hyung can I have a piece?” Taemin asks.
“NO! GET YOUR OWN! MINE!” he crosses his arms over the bucket and turns away from us.
“I don’t know why you asked in the first place. You know what his answer was going to be,” I say to my boyfriend, pulling him closer to me. Onew is already digging into his chicken, two drumstick bones already resting on the plate he brought with him from the kitchen.
“Hyung, the chicken is already dead. Slow down before you choke,” Taemin says, looking at the older in amazement as he starts on his fourth piece of chicken.
“And then if you choke, you might die. If you die, Key will get mad and kill us with his spatula. Again, I’d rather not spend the first night of break dead,” I add.
“Shut up,” Onew manages to mumble between bites.
“Yeobo! I’m back!” Key calls out as he enters the apartment. He let’s out a heavy sigh when he spots his boyfriend, “Has it really been two weeks already?”
“Yes! Two weeks on the dot! You can check for yourself, I marked it on the calendar! It starts with the day marked with a skull and cross bones and ends on the day that has a bucket of chicken drawn on it. Which would be today. Exactly two weeks. My punishment is over. I get to eat chicken,” Onew sounds a little too happy about this all.
“Damnit,” Key sets his bags on the ground and sits next to his boyfriend, “There goes the amazing sex we’ve been having.”
“It was good before umma?” Taemin asks.
“Oh it’s always been good. But since I cut him off from his chicken, he’s been more aggressive in bed if you know what I mean,” he replies with a wink.
I lean over and grab my phone off the coffee table when it goes off. It’s a new text from Donghae.
From: DongHae
To: MinHo
Party this Saturday!
Chicks with DICKS,
Dudes with BOOBS!
Dress as the opposite sex!
Same place, same time as NYE
Party! See you there!
“Ugh, Donghae and Eunhyuk are having another party on Saturday,” I announce to the room.
“What’s the theme this time? CEOs and Office hoes?” Key asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice before glaring at his boyfriend who has been too engrossed in his chicken to even acknowledge him. “YAH!”
“OW!” Onew yells as he’s hit with the spatula.
“I told you hyung! He was going to whip out the spatula on you,” I say just as he’s hit again.
“Baby! Stop hitting me!” he whines.
“Yah, you were too busy with your stupid chicken that you haven’t even said hi to me. I’ve been sitting right next to you for over five minutes now,” Key says.
“I’m sorry babe. Hi, how was shopping? I missed you,” he leans in to kiss the younger, but Key pushes his face away, “Hey!”
“No way are those greasy lips coming close to my skin. I don’t need it clogging my pores and giving me a pimple.”
“Fine, but don’t complain later that I didn’t kiss you ‘hello.’”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
“Anyways,” Taemin says rather loudly, “What’s the theme this time baby?”
“Chicks with dicks and dudes with boobs,” I answer.
“What the fuck kind of theme is that?” Key grabs my phone from my hand and reads the text for himself.
“Apparently we have to dress like the opposite sex.”
“Lame,” Taemin says, scooting closer to me.
ONEW POV
I’m only now tuning into the conversation that was going on around me. I think I ate my chicken too fast. My stomach is starting to hurt. I look down at the bucket in my lap and see that it’s already half gone. Yeah, I ate too fast. Key can’t cut me off like that otherwise I’ll go crazy and stuff my face with chicken once the punishment is over. To the point where I feel like throwing up. Which is what I want to do right now, but can’t because I don’t want to waste it. I set the bucket on the table and wipe my hands off with the wet nap they gave me.
Apparently Donghae and Eunhyuk are throwing another party this week. It’s not surprising since it’s finals week and they always have a party at the end to celebrate. Minho just told us the theme of the party this time around.
“All their themes are lame. Well except for the theme they had for New Year’s. That one was actually really good. It’s the reason why I have my baby,” I state, trying to give my boyfriend a kiss, only to get shot down again.
“What did I say about your greasy lips?” he glares at me.
“If I go brush my teeth and wash the grease off my face then will you let me kiss you?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Fine, I’ll be right back,” I get up and start to walk to the bathroom.
“Care to explain why you have a naked picture of my son in your phone Minho?” I hear Key ask as I walk down the hall.
“YAH! You’re not supposed to be going through my phone! Give it back!” Minho yells.
“Not until you tell me why you have this picture in here you pedophile!”
“Don’t ask me, ask Taemin! He sent it to me. I merely saved it, for the times when… you know.”
Wrong move Minho, wrong move. I close the door to the bathroom just when my boyfriend starts his attack on Minho. He should know better than to leave incriminating stuff like that just lying around. Oh well, serves him right. He didn’t even try to help me whenever Key would use the spatula on me. I drown out the yelps of pain by humming a random tune as I brush my teeth.
I walk out the bathroom about five minutes later, I wanted to be sure there was no grease on my face at all. When I enter the living room again, Taemin is holding an ice pack to Minho’s forehead, where a distinct bump is forming, and Key is wiping off his spatula with an alcohol swab.
“So about the theme for the party. What does it entail?” I ask as if nothing is unusual about the site in front of me.
“Minho said we have to dress as the opposite sex. You obviously weren’t paying attention yeobo,” Key answers me. I take a seat beside him and he studies my face closely. When he concludes that my face is indeed grease-free, he leans in and kisses me on the lips.
“No way am I dressing up like a girl,” I say after returning the kiss.
“But yeobo, you’d look good as one,” Key replies, “And you know that I want to go out this weekend and have some fun and dance my little butt off.”
“I would not look good as a girl. God intended me to be a guy and a guy I will be. I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt to the party. From my closet. That I bought in the men’s section of the store.”
“It’s just for fun, not like you’d be the only guy there dressed as a girl. I’ll be dressed as one. And you two will be as well right?” Key asks the other couple.
“Sure why not?” Taemin replies, “Not like I haven’t done it before and no I’m not going to go into further detail about it.”
“I’m with Onew hyung,” Minho says, “I’m not dressing as a girl.”
“Our boyfriends are so lame Taemin.”
“They are.”
“We’ll just be each other’s date to the party then.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll for sure have the hottest date there if I go with you.”
“YAH!” Minho and I both yell.
“Who said you two can go together?” I ask, “You’re MY boyfriend Bummie, like hell I’d let you go with someone else.”
“But if you’re not going to dress up like a girl then it’ll be no fun,” Key whines.
“Is it really necessary for me to?”
“It’s the theme. So of course it is!”
“Can’t we go to the club or something?”
“Why go to the club and pay a cover charge and for drinks, when we can go to a party and not spend anything?”
“But I don’t wanna dress up like a girl,” I whine.
“Fine then stay home. I’ll just find someone else to take me.”
“No way! Not if you’re going to be dressed like a girl! Some pervert might try to seduce you. No way! Not going to happen! Over my dead body! If you’re going to that party, I’m going to be right by your side the whole night.”
“So does that mean you’ll go with me yeobo?”
“I guess,” I hang my head in defeat as he throws his arms around me and kisses my cheek. What did I just get myself into?
TAEMIN POV
I was so glad that finals were finally over. I felt like I finally had time to breathe. We were chilling on Minho's sofa watching a rerun of "You're Beautiful" Yonghwa is so handsome. I wonder if Minho could tell that I was staring at him on the TV because he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer. Oh well, I'll never have Yonghwa, but I think Minho is much better. It's really nice just quietly cuddling with my boyfriend, but the silence is interrupted when Onew skips in merrily holding a bucket of chicken. Minho looks over at me. "His two weeks must have ended today." I really did prefer Chicken Onew more than Chicken Deprived Onew. He was so much happier when he had his chicken. Onew without his chicken would get scary sometimes, not as scary as Key with a spatula, but still scary nonetheless. Onew places the bucket of chicken that he was holding on the counter and heads into the kitchen for a drink. "Oh my beloved chicken, how I missed you." he begins to sing.
I begin to ignore the rest of the conversation as I start to zone into the drama that we're watching. Onew takes a seat next to me and I ask him if I can have some of his chicken. The way he looked at me, those eyes... they were so scary, like they were going to shoot lasers at me. He hunches over the bucket and wraps his arms around them. "NO MINE! GET YOUR OWN!"
I look over at the door and see Key rush in carrying a bunch of bags from his shopping spree. I always wondered how managed to fit all of his clothes in his closet. Then again.. it is Key. "Yeobo, I'm back!" He shouts as he sets his bags down. His excitement slowly dies when he takes notice of the bucket of chicken sitting on Onew's lap. "Has it already been two weeks already?" He groans.
"ON THE DOT!" Onew says taking another bite from his chicken. Onew and Key begin to argue with each other, but Minho's phone goes off and the attention goes to him. He reads the text message outloud and apparently Donghae and Eunhyuk are having another party. When Minho reads out the theme of the party I couldn't help but laugh at the theme of the party especially considering that we were watching the drama "You're Beautiful." Key is in total disbelief at the theme of the party, wanting to make sure that Minho wasn't just screwing with us. I can't help but be flush with embarrassment when Key accidentally stumbles across the naughty picture I sent to Minho a few days ago. Key disappears into the kitchen. I look at Minho, "Just to let you know... if Key kills you tonight... that I love you and always will." I peck Minho on the lips which was followed up by a loud 'whack' that resonated throughout the living room. I ran to the kitchen to make an ice pack and put it on the spot that the spatula of death made contact with.
Key continues talking about the theme of the party and we come to the conclusion that he and I would make pretty hot chicks. I really wanted to know what Minho would look like as one, but I had a feeling that I was never going to be able to find out. I kept insisting that he HAD to follow the theme of the party, but if he didn't want to go he didn't have to and I'd just go with Key. It would be a "girls night out." Minho was worried that I was going to get raped, though, so I began to negotiate with him.
"SO IT IS SETTLED THEN!!!" I shout as we all (well Key and I) agree to the costume ideas.
JONGHYUN POV
Seeing Minho and Taemin together... I thought I'd be mad, but the more I see them together the more I realize that they're meant for each other. I'll eventually find my soulmate. I read the text message that Donghae sent me for tonight's party. I just quickly skimmed through it and looked for the address of the place. I didn't really want to go, but I had nothing else to do. When I get to Eunhyuk's house, it's already crowded and I have a hard time finding parking. I park somewhere up the street and walk down to the house. I see a girl walk in to Eunhyuk's house. I've never seen her before, but damn... she's ugly. She was a little on the big side, but yet she wore leggings.... and what was with all the lipstick? You may put lipstick on a pig... but she's still a pig. She turns around and I get a good look at her face. "Oh dear god... it's Shindong. Why is he dressed like that?"
I walk in but see no signs of Donghae or Eunhyuk. I spot Key and Onew in the back. Why was Key dressed up like a girl? Then again, I learned not to question his sense of fashion. He was wearing some kind of slutty cover-all... except it didn't cover anything. Could that thing have been any shorter? I looked at over at Onew, who looked extremely uncomfortable. "Yeobo, stop pulling at your clothes." I hear Key say as he slaps Onew's arm. He's in a tight yellow spandex suit like from the movie Kill Bill. I realize that he has a huge bulge going on... now I totally understand why Key can put up with him.
"Hey guys."
"Dino boy, why aren't you dressed up?" Key says as he notices me.
"Did you not see the party theme?"
"No... I wasn't aware that there was one." I see Taemin and Minho standing at the bar getting drinks. Minho is dressed as a referee... could those shorts get any shorter? I'm a little thrown off by the outfit that Taemin's wearing. Why is he dressed up as a cheerleader? Damn... his ass looked so cute. They turn around and notice me. "HYUNG!" Taemin says running up to me for a hug. "You made it!"
"Hi Taemin. Hi Minho." Minho looked extremely comfortable. I was just hoping that it was the outfit and not me. He just nods at me. "Well, see you later!" They begin to make their way over to where Onew and Key are standing. I walk over to the bar area and ask for a jager bomb. I wasn't really in the mood to drink.
I notice a cute looking boy staring at me from across the dance floor. He makes his way up to me as I awkwardly stood by myself.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I'm Krys. What's your name?"
"Jjong. May I ask why are you wearing a baseball cap?"
"Oh, they're my favorite team."
He reminded me a lot of Taemin. Boyish, but mixed with a little bit of femininity. He was really cute and I wanted to get to know him more. "How about we take this where we'll have a little more privacy." He gives me a shy smile and we head upstairs to find an unoccupied room.
Krys jumps onto the bed and I follow after him. Before I know it my lips are pressed against his. They're soft and there's a faint taste of cherry lingering when I pull away. "Mmmm... your lips taste good." I go in to kiss him again, but this time he deepens the kiss causing me to moan in response. I begin to run my hand under his shirt but I end up stopping. There's just something off about this. I begin to feel around his chest and realize that Krys has boobs. I quickly pull my hand out of his shirt. "You're too thin to have man boobs.... are you... a girl?"
"Yeah, is that a problem?
"Well, I just assumed since your name is Krys, that you were a boy."
"It's actually Krystal.... Jjong, didn't you read the invitation?"
"I did."
"Did you miss the theme?"
"There's a theme?"
"When is there not a theme at these parties? You know how tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber work."
"Okay, you have a point."
Krystal pulls out her phone and pulls up the text message that had all the party details. I quickly skim through it. "Chicks with Dicks, Dudes with Boobs. COME DRESSED AS THE OPPOSITE SEX." I read out loud once I come across the theme.
"So is there a problem with me being a girl?"
"I'm gay."
"Oh." We stand there in an awkward silence. I awkwardly make my way to the door. "Sorry for the misunderstanding."
"No... I guess I'm flattered that I make a pretty convincing boy..." The atmosphere of the room is just getting worse the more I stand there.
"Well, I should go now."
"Yeah, maybe."
I quickly open the door and hear a loud thud from the other side. "Ouch, what the hell?"
I peek around the side of the door and see a beautiful girl on the floor. "Noona, I'm so sorry!" I say as I help her up.
"Noona? That's hyung to you."
"Oh, sorry."
"No, it's no problem. If you weren't so handsome I would probably be more upset than I am right now. I really need to get out of this dress. I'm getting sick of getting hit on by all these boys. Wanna help me?"
"Oh, Okay...."
"By the way, I'm Sungmin. It's nice to meet you."
"Jonghyun... nice to meet you, too."
Author: annyeonghase_yo and giveitupjessica
Pairing: 2min, JongTae, OnKey, SpatulaKey, ChickenOnew
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-NC17 (depending on the chapter)
Summary: Why is it that when you finally confess to the one you love, that love you had is gone in an instant, forgotten, and replaced. What would you do to get that love back? "I miss the times that we always share. I miss the love that was almost there. I miss the times that we used to kiss, at least in my dreams... I miss you Taemin."
A/N: And so this fic is officially over! How sad! Thank you to my dongsaeng annyeonghase_yo for contacting me on doing a collaboration together. I've really enjoyed writing with you and the friendship we share now (even though it mostly consists of us having random conversations in other people's spots and dirty comments on each other journals). I hope we can collab again in the future. There isn't really a point to this, but it's the epilogue, so I don't think there needs to be one. It just ties up all the lose ends and gives you one last thing to laugh about. Hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as we've enjoyed writing it! Please keep supporting both mine and annyeonghase_yo's fanfics! THANKS AGAIN AND ENJOY!!!!
EPILOGUE
MINHO POV
Taemin and I are just chilling on the sofa in my dorm, watching some rerun of a drama when the door suddenly busts open. We both turn our head to see Onew skipping into the room.
“His two weeks must have ended today,” I say to Taemin as I point to the bucket of chicken in Onew’s arm.
“Oh my beloved chicken! How I’ve missed you so! We shall never part again!” Onew exclaims as he sets the bucket on the counter to go and grab a drink from the fridge.
“Hyung you better not let Key umma catch you talking like that to your chicken. He might overreact and say you love chicken more than him. And then you know what will happen. He’ll get out his spatula and then one of us will spend a good portion of the night treating your wounds. And I don’t want to spend my night doing that. Finals just ended and break has begun. I want to spend it with my boyfriend not with you. No offense.”
“None taken. Besides, Key is out shopping, so I have nothing to worry about. Me and my beloved are safe,” he walks over and joins us on the couch. Bucket placed on his lap as he digs out a piece.
“Hyung can I have a piece?” Taemin asks.
“NO! GET YOUR OWN! MINE!” he crosses his arms over the bucket and turns away from us.
“I don’t know why you asked in the first place. You know what his answer was going to be,” I say to my boyfriend, pulling him closer to me. Onew is already digging into his chicken, two drumstick bones already resting on the plate he brought with him from the kitchen.
“Hyung, the chicken is already dead. Slow down before you choke,” Taemin says, looking at the older in amazement as he starts on his fourth piece of chicken.
“And then if you choke, you might die. If you die, Key will get mad and kill us with his spatula. Again, I’d rather not spend the first night of break dead,” I add.
“Shut up,” Onew manages to mumble between bites.
“Yeobo! I’m back!” Key calls out as he enters the apartment. He let’s out a heavy sigh when he spots his boyfriend, “Has it really been two weeks already?”
“Yes! Two weeks on the dot! You can check for yourself, I marked it on the calendar! It starts with the day marked with a skull and cross bones and ends on the day that has a bucket of chicken drawn on it. Which would be today. Exactly two weeks. My punishment is over. I get to eat chicken,” Onew sounds a little too happy about this all.
“Damnit,” Key sets his bags on the ground and sits next to his boyfriend, “There goes the amazing sex we’ve been having.”
“It was good before umma?” Taemin asks.
“Oh it’s always been good. But since I cut him off from his chicken, he’s been more aggressive in bed if you know what I mean,” he replies with a wink.
I lean over and grab my phone off the coffee table when it goes off. It’s a new text from Donghae.
From: DongHae
To: MinHo
Party this Saturday!
Chicks with DICKS,
Dudes with BOOBS!
Dress as the opposite sex!
Same place, same time as NYE
Party! See you there!
“Ugh, Donghae and Eunhyuk are having another party on Saturday,” I announce to the room.
“What’s the theme this time? CEOs and Office hoes?” Key asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice before glaring at his boyfriend who has been too engrossed in his chicken to even acknowledge him. “YAH!”
“OW!” Onew yells as he’s hit with the spatula.
“I told you hyung! He was going to whip out the spatula on you,” I say just as he’s hit again.
“Baby! Stop hitting me!” he whines.
“Yah, you were too busy with your stupid chicken that you haven’t even said hi to me. I’ve been sitting right next to you for over five minutes now,” Key says.
“I’m sorry babe. Hi, how was shopping? I missed you,” he leans in to kiss the younger, but Key pushes his face away, “Hey!”
“No way are those greasy lips coming close to my skin. I don’t need it clogging my pores and giving me a pimple.”
“Fine, but don’t complain later that I didn’t kiss you ‘hello.’”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
“Anyways,” Taemin says rather loudly, “What’s the theme this time baby?”
“Chicks with dicks and dudes with boobs,” I answer.
“What the fuck kind of theme is that?” Key grabs my phone from my hand and reads the text for himself.
“Apparently we have to dress like the opposite sex.”
“Lame,” Taemin says, scooting closer to me.
ONEW POV
I’m only now tuning into the conversation that was going on around me. I think I ate my chicken too fast. My stomach is starting to hurt. I look down at the bucket in my lap and see that it’s already half gone. Yeah, I ate too fast. Key can’t cut me off like that otherwise I’ll go crazy and stuff my face with chicken once the punishment is over. To the point where I feel like throwing up. Which is what I want to do right now, but can’t because I don’t want to waste it. I set the bucket on the table and wipe my hands off with the wet nap they gave me.
Apparently Donghae and Eunhyuk are throwing another party this week. It’s not surprising since it’s finals week and they always have a party at the end to celebrate. Minho just told us the theme of the party this time around.
“All their themes are lame. Well except for the theme they had for New Year’s. That one was actually really good. It’s the reason why I have my baby,” I state, trying to give my boyfriend a kiss, only to get shot down again.
“What did I say about your greasy lips?” he glares at me.
“If I go brush my teeth and wash the grease off my face then will you let me kiss you?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Fine, I’ll be right back,” I get up and start to walk to the bathroom.
“Care to explain why you have a naked picture of my son in your phone Minho?” I hear Key ask as I walk down the hall.
“YAH! You’re not supposed to be going through my phone! Give it back!” Minho yells.
“Not until you tell me why you have this picture in here you pedophile!”
“Don’t ask me, ask Taemin! He sent it to me. I merely saved it, for the times when… you know.”
Wrong move Minho, wrong move. I close the door to the bathroom just when my boyfriend starts his attack on Minho. He should know better than to leave incriminating stuff like that just lying around. Oh well, serves him right. He didn’t even try to help me whenever Key would use the spatula on me. I drown out the yelps of pain by humming a random tune as I brush my teeth.
I walk out the bathroom about five minutes later, I wanted to be sure there was no grease on my face at all. When I enter the living room again, Taemin is holding an ice pack to Minho’s forehead, where a distinct bump is forming, and Key is wiping off his spatula with an alcohol swab.
“So about the theme for the party. What does it entail?” I ask as if nothing is unusual about the site in front of me.
“Minho said we have to dress as the opposite sex. You obviously weren’t paying attention yeobo,” Key answers me. I take a seat beside him and he studies my face closely. When he concludes that my face is indeed grease-free, he leans in and kisses me on the lips.
“No way am I dressing up like a girl,” I say after returning the kiss.
“But yeobo, you’d look good as one,” Key replies, “And you know that I want to go out this weekend and have some fun and dance my little butt off.”
“I would not look good as a girl. God intended me to be a guy and a guy I will be. I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt to the party. From my closet. That I bought in the men’s section of the store.”
“It’s just for fun, not like you’d be the only guy there dressed as a girl. I’ll be dressed as one. And you two will be as well right?” Key asks the other couple.
“Sure why not?” Taemin replies, “Not like I haven’t done it before and no I’m not going to go into further detail about it.”
“I’m with Onew hyung,” Minho says, “I’m not dressing as a girl.”
“Our boyfriends are so lame Taemin.”
“They are.”
“We’ll just be each other’s date to the party then.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll for sure have the hottest date there if I go with you.”
“YAH!” Minho and I both yell.
“Who said you two can go together?” I ask, “You’re MY boyfriend Bummie, like hell I’d let you go with someone else.”
“But if you’re not going to dress up like a girl then it’ll be no fun,” Key whines.
“Is it really necessary for me to?”
“It’s the theme. So of course it is!”
“Can’t we go to the club or something?”
“Why go to the club and pay a cover charge and for drinks, when we can go to a party and not spend anything?”
“But I don’t wanna dress up like a girl,” I whine.
“Fine then stay home. I’ll just find someone else to take me.”
“No way! Not if you’re going to be dressed like a girl! Some pervert might try to seduce you. No way! Not going to happen! Over my dead body! If you’re going to that party, I’m going to be right by your side the whole night.”
“So does that mean you’ll go with me yeobo?”
“I guess,” I hang my head in defeat as he throws his arms around me and kisses my cheek. What did I just get myself into?
TAEMIN POV
I was so glad that finals were finally over. I felt like I finally had time to breathe. We were chilling on Minho's sofa watching a rerun of "You're Beautiful" Yonghwa is so handsome. I wonder if Minho could tell that I was staring at him on the TV because he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer. Oh well, I'll never have Yonghwa, but I think Minho is much better. It's really nice just quietly cuddling with my boyfriend, but the silence is interrupted when Onew skips in merrily holding a bucket of chicken. Minho looks over at me. "His two weeks must have ended today." I really did prefer Chicken Onew more than Chicken Deprived Onew. He was so much happier when he had his chicken. Onew without his chicken would get scary sometimes, not as scary as Key with a spatula, but still scary nonetheless. Onew places the bucket of chicken that he was holding on the counter and heads into the kitchen for a drink. "Oh my beloved chicken, how I missed you." he begins to sing.
I begin to ignore the rest of the conversation as I start to zone into the drama that we're watching. Onew takes a seat next to me and I ask him if I can have some of his chicken. The way he looked at me, those eyes... they were so scary, like they were going to shoot lasers at me. He hunches over the bucket and wraps his arms around them. "NO MINE! GET YOUR OWN!"
I look over at the door and see Key rush in carrying a bunch of bags from his shopping spree. I always wondered how managed to fit all of his clothes in his closet. Then again.. it is Key. "Yeobo, I'm back!" He shouts as he sets his bags down. His excitement slowly dies when he takes notice of the bucket of chicken sitting on Onew's lap. "Has it already been two weeks already?" He groans.
"ON THE DOT!" Onew says taking another bite from his chicken. Onew and Key begin to argue with each other, but Minho's phone goes off and the attention goes to him. He reads the text message outloud and apparently Donghae and Eunhyuk are having another party. When Minho reads out the theme of the party I couldn't help but laugh at the theme of the party especially considering that we were watching the drama "You're Beautiful." Key is in total disbelief at the theme of the party, wanting to make sure that Minho wasn't just screwing with us. I can't help but be flush with embarrassment when Key accidentally stumbles across the naughty picture I sent to Minho a few days ago. Key disappears into the kitchen. I look at Minho, "Just to let you know... if Key kills you tonight... that I love you and always will." I peck Minho on the lips which was followed up by a loud 'whack' that resonated throughout the living room. I ran to the kitchen to make an ice pack and put it on the spot that the spatula of death made contact with.
Key continues talking about the theme of the party and we come to the conclusion that he and I would make pretty hot chicks. I really wanted to know what Minho would look like as one, but I had a feeling that I was never going to be able to find out. I kept insisting that he HAD to follow the theme of the party, but if he didn't want to go he didn't have to and I'd just go with Key. It would be a "girls night out." Minho was worried that I was going to get raped, though, so I began to negotiate with him.
"SO IT IS SETTLED THEN!!!" I shout as we all (well Key and I) agree to the costume ideas.
JONGHYUN POV
Seeing Minho and Taemin together... I thought I'd be mad, but the more I see them together the more I realize that they're meant for each other. I'll eventually find my soulmate. I read the text message that Donghae sent me for tonight's party. I just quickly skimmed through it and looked for the address of the place. I didn't really want to go, but I had nothing else to do. When I get to Eunhyuk's house, it's already crowded and I have a hard time finding parking. I park somewhere up the street and walk down to the house. I see a girl walk in to Eunhyuk's house. I've never seen her before, but damn... she's ugly. She was a little on the big side, but yet she wore leggings.... and what was with all the lipstick? You may put lipstick on a pig... but she's still a pig. She turns around and I get a good look at her face. "Oh dear god... it's Shindong. Why is he dressed like that?"
I walk in but see no signs of Donghae or Eunhyuk. I spot Key and Onew in the back. Why was Key dressed up like a girl? Then again, I learned not to question his sense of fashion. He was wearing some kind of slutty cover-all... except it didn't cover anything. Could that thing have been any shorter? I looked at over at Onew, who looked extremely uncomfortable. "Yeobo, stop pulling at your clothes." I hear Key say as he slaps Onew's arm. He's in a tight yellow spandex suit like from the movie Kill Bill. I realize that he has a huge bulge going on... now I totally understand why Key can put up with him.
"Hey guys."
"Dino boy, why aren't you dressed up?" Key says as he notices me.
"Did you not see the party theme?"
"No... I wasn't aware that there was one." I see Taemin and Minho standing at the bar getting drinks. Minho is dressed as a referee... could those shorts get any shorter? I'm a little thrown off by the outfit that Taemin's wearing. Why is he dressed up as a cheerleader? Damn... his ass looked so cute. They turn around and notice me. "HYUNG!" Taemin says running up to me for a hug. "You made it!"
"Hi Taemin. Hi Minho." Minho looked extremely comfortable. I was just hoping that it was the outfit and not me. He just nods at me. "Well, see you later!" They begin to make their way over to where Onew and Key are standing. I walk over to the bar area and ask for a jager bomb. I wasn't really in the mood to drink.
I notice a cute looking boy staring at me from across the dance floor. He makes his way up to me as I awkwardly stood by myself.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I'm Krys. What's your name?"
"Jjong. May I ask why are you wearing a baseball cap?"
"Oh, they're my favorite team."
He reminded me a lot of Taemin. Boyish, but mixed with a little bit of femininity. He was really cute and I wanted to get to know him more. "How about we take this where we'll have a little more privacy." He gives me a shy smile and we head upstairs to find an unoccupied room.
Krys jumps onto the bed and I follow after him. Before I know it my lips are pressed against his. They're soft and there's a faint taste of cherry lingering when I pull away. "Mmmm... your lips taste good." I go in to kiss him again, but this time he deepens the kiss causing me to moan in response. I begin to run my hand under his shirt but I end up stopping. There's just something off about this. I begin to feel around his chest and realize that Krys has boobs. I quickly pull my hand out of his shirt. "You're too thin to have man boobs.... are you... a girl?"
"Yeah, is that a problem?
"Well, I just assumed since your name is Krys, that you were a boy."
"It's actually Krystal.... Jjong, didn't you read the invitation?"
"I did."
"Did you miss the theme?"
"There's a theme?"
"When is there not a theme at these parties? You know how tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber work."
"Okay, you have a point."
Krystal pulls out her phone and pulls up the text message that had all the party details. I quickly skim through it. "Chicks with Dicks, Dudes with Boobs. COME DRESSED AS THE OPPOSITE SEX." I read out loud once I come across the theme.
"So is there a problem with me being a girl?"
"I'm gay."
"Oh." We stand there in an awkward silence. I awkwardly make my way to the door. "Sorry for the misunderstanding."
"No... I guess I'm flattered that I make a pretty convincing boy..." The atmosphere of the room is just getting worse the more I stand there.
"Well, I should go now."
"Yeah, maybe."
I quickly open the door and hear a loud thud from the other side. "Ouch, what the hell?"
I peek around the side of the door and see a beautiful girl on the floor. "Noona, I'm so sorry!" I say as I help her up.
"Noona? That's hyung to you."
"Oh, sorry."
"No, it's no problem. If you weren't so handsome I would probably be more upset than I am right now. I really need to get out of this dress. I'm getting sick of getting hit on by all these boys. Wanna help me?"
"Oh, Okay...."
"By the way, I'm Sungmin. It's nice to meet you."
"Jonghyun... nice to meet you, too."