A Single Word - Chapter Seven
Title: A Single Word - Chapter Seven
Pairing: JongKey and Minkey.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, bullying, mentions of abuse.
Summary: The night a strange new person enters his life, everything changes for Key.
Word Count: 2,760
Notes: This chapter took a long time to come out. I'm sorry for the delay ;_; I've been writing other things, plus real life has been busy. But anyway! We're getting much closer to some drama, so I hope you guys enjoy this. Well, there is a fair amount of drama in this chapter as well. Oh, and sorry for anyone who doesn't like the Minkey ;^.^ Let me know what you think, please! <3
Spots For: hurryupthecakes, ryotanfan29, ezri_sun, and nurmee :D
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Having Jonghyun around was actually starting to feel kind of normal. It was weird when Key suddenly realized it didn't seem like there was a visitor anymore. It felt more like a long term house guest, or something. He liked to think that was what it felt like to get an animal. For a while it was new and different, but then it just started to become a part of the house, of the family.
It was weird to think about Jonghyun like that though, maybe because he was human. It was difficult for Key to think of Jonghyun as part of the family, and he always reminded himself that the other boy could leave them any day. If they found his family, if the law decided he needed to be somewhere else, he could be gone in an instant. Key wasn't really sure if it made him sad or happy, if he wanted it or not. He just felt like he was in a state between two ways of thinking, and it made it really difficult to develop any grasp on his feelings about the other.
Slowly, the week started to trudge on and Jonghyun seemed to get a bit more comfortable at school. At least, he didn't run out of his classroom again. On the other hand, he was still sticking to Key like glue. Whenever they were on break, outside of their classrooms, Jonghyun wouldn't be more than a few feet away from him unless Key purposefully left him with Onew for a few seconds.
On Wednesday, Key had found out from his dad that Jonghyun would start seeing a therapist. His first appointment was on Friday, so he wouldn't be in school that day. Key didn't really know what to say on the subject. He supposed it would be good for the other boy. Key's father had said he should have been talking to someone a bit sooner, but there had been some conflicts between the police department and the social work department. Key could imagine the police wanted him drilled and questioned until they had sufficient evidence to catch the bad guy. Key was really thankful that they were going to have him talk to someone a little more gentle than a police officer.
Thursday afternoon, Key wondered if Jonghyun felt nervous about it, so he went to the door of the guest room, Jonghyun's room. It wasn't closed, Jonghyun never closed it, so he leaned against the door frame and waited for the boy to look up from his notebook. He was sitting on the bed, staring at it. Not drawing or writing, just staring. Key felt a little unnerved just watching him do that, so he coughed quietly. That easily caught his attention, and his curious, brown eyes raised to meet Key's slightly narrower ones.
Now that he had Jonghyun's attention, he felt like it was okay to walk into the room. Jonghyun didn't move even an inch as Key walked in and sat down on the bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross legged. The other buy just watched him for a while before reaching down to close the notebook.
"So, are you nervous about tomorrow?" Key asked curiously, chewing on the inside of his lip because having a conversation with Jonghyun was always somewhat trying, but he wanted to help him open up more. In some ways, he felt like it was his responsibility. Without him, Jonghyun might stay in his shell forever.
Jonghyun blinked and looked thoughtful for a moment. "A little," he eventually answered.
Key nodded slowly. "I've never spoken to a therapist before, but I think talking to one can be good for anyone. You'll try and talk to her, right?"
A flash of nervousness and fear went through Jonghyun's eyes, but he nodded after, looking down at his feet. Key felt a little bad for him, pretty sure talking would be difficult for him. "Why don't we try some exercises then?"
The other boy looked at him curiously as he jumped up and shut the door before coming back. "Okay. I think it's fine if you don't say everything right away, but you need to be able to talk to her like she's a mirror or..." he paused in thought, "like a teddy bear. Something you don't mind telling your insecurities and fears to. That's the only way they can help."
Jonghyun just looked more nervous at the prospect. "I mean, you don't have to open up right away I think," Key added to try and make him feel better. "How about you try just saying what you're thinking about, how you feel right now."
"Now?" Jonghyun asked uncertainly.
Nodding slowly, Key pursed his lips in thought. "You answer whatever question is asked of you, but you don't really speak much on your own. I'm always curious about what it is your thinking. To be friends, you have to share things like that with each other, and it will be good practice for tomorrow."
Jonghyun nodded again and looked somewhere past Key's shoulder. "I'm thinking about ..." his eyebrows knit together and he frowned in thought. Key wondered how difficult it was for him. "I don't know what I should be thinking about," he finally added, hanging his head in defeat. Key blinked and scooted a little closer to him, reaching out to squeeze his arm.
"It's okay. There's nothing in specific you need to be thinking about. It can be anything, any passing thought. Like, the walls are too plain in here. Or, dinner was good tonight. Anything."
Jonghyun looked up and him and his lips turned up slightly. "I don't think the walls are too plain, and dinner was good."
Sighing loudly, Key turned and laid back on the bed, his head resting beside where Jonghyun was sitting. He reached up and tugged the pillow that had been propped up down below his head. "I guess that's a start. I'm going to lay here until you think of something to say though."
There was a long pause of silence, in which Jonghyun wrapped his arms around his legs and leaned forward to rest his chin on them. Key watched him, and wondered what was going through his mind. After several minutes, Jonghyun shifted in a way that told Key he was going to speak before he even got started. It was slow. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, and Key just watched silently, knowing he shouldn't pressure the other too much.
"Am I," the sound finally came out with the movements of his mouth and Key felt himself listening closely. The two words before the short pause made him a little nervous about what he was going to be asked. Then, Jonghyun finally continued, "your friend?"
"What?" the word slipped out of his mouth before he had even thought about what he should say in response. He was just so shocked by the question.
"You said friends talk to each other, and that I should talk to you, so," he paused again, never looking over to meet Key's gaze, "does that mean I'm your friend?"
Key felt a swelling of feelings inside of him, a combination of fondness and pity. He couldn't really say no to the question, even if Jonghyun was a bit different than his other friends. Well, he had been the one to use that word. He supposed it wouldn't hurt anything to say they were friends already. "Sure. Of course. Yeah, we're friends."
Jonghyun smiled widely before pressing his lips together to hold it back, and Key felt that fondness again. He thought it was something, that he'd gotten somewhere.
Friday was interesting because the rest of the week had felt like an eternity, so going to school without Jonghyun felt different. It was the first time that week that he'd gone without him. When he got there, Minho was waiting at the gate, and Key beamed at him. He was actually really flattered that Minho was waiting for him. It felt like something he would do if they were actually dating, and he liked that thought.
Even though it felt weird at first, Key found himself easily slip back into his old routine. There were a couple of points in the day when Key wondered how the appointment was going, but he tried not to think too much about it, and it wasn't too difficult for him when he had Minho and Onew to distract him.
When school was over that day, Minho even ditched the soccer team practice to spend more time with him. Key felt over the moon with happiness. The day was turning out to be one of the best ever. Minho took him out for ramen, something Key only protested to because he enjoyed it. Only when Minho offered to go somewhere else, did Key stop and demand they get ramen. He might have felt bad for playing like that if Minho didn't always smile afterwards.
"I really enjoyed school today," Minho said while they waited for their food. Almost rolling his eyes, Key thought for sure he was going to say something about soccer. "I liked having you all to myself again. Well, mostly to myself."
Looking up into Minho's eyes in surprise, Key realized what he was talking about. "Oh," he said softly, not really sure how to respond. His cheeks flooded with red, which might have said enough for him.
Minho's hand found his under the table and squeezed it as he smiled one of his dorky looking grins. After a second he added, "I mean, no offense to that guy, but he's always around. I miss it being just us. Well, us and Onew. But he always gave us some distance. This kid doesn't seem to understand."
Sighing, Key leaned back in his chair, his hand slipping back so just his fingertips were still in Minho's grasp. "I know. He just hasn't made any other friends yet. Don't worry though. It won't be forever. It's not like we're adopting him or anything," he added with a short laugh. A feeling of guilt tightened his stomach into a hard knot, but he tried to fight it down by taking a big drink of water. "I'm sure they'll find another place for him soon."
Because Minho said he hadn't had enough of Key yet, and because Key thought it would be okay to bring Minho home at this point, Key agreed to Minho's request of walking him home and staying over for a few minutes. No one else was home yet, which made it all the better. Key grabbed them a couple of drinks out of the refrigerator before heading back to his room, where Minho was waiting on his bed.
Smiling slyly, Key walked over and sat next to him. "Here you go."
"Yah. What's that look for?" Minho asked, laughing breathily as he took one of the milk cartons.
"Nothing," Key said, trying to look innocent as he shrugged and turned his head away. He started to open his milk, and peeked out of the corner of his eyes to see Minho doing the same. He pouted a little and took a drink. Minho threw his back, draining the carton in one go. "Yah! You drink too fast. You'll make yourself sick."
Wiping his mouth, Minho made a sound of approval. "I was thirsty though."
Scoffing, Key set his own milk to the side while Minho scrunched his in his fist and tossed it into the waste bin, throwing his arms up in pride when he scored. Key could only roll his eyes at the display.
"I like you worrying about me though," he suddenly said quietly, moving his arms around Key's waist and pulling him closer. Key made a noise of surprise before grinning and pressing his hands against Minho's chest. The taller boy leaned in slowly, brushing his lips softly against Key's. Key felt his body practically melt against Minho's as the kiss deepened, Minho's lips moving against his insistently. They'd made out before, but it had been a while.
Moaning softly at the way Minho's tongue gently worked its way between his lips, Key moved his fingers against his chest, feeling the muscle under the pads of his fingertips. He moved his tongue against Minho's, sucking it further into his mouth as he tilted his head to give the other better access to kiss him.
Something out of the corner of his eye startled him, and for a brief moment, he thought for sure his mom or dad had caught him. But when he jerked his head away from Minho to look, he was surprised to see only Jonghyun standing there. His lips were parted in surprise, his brown eyes wide. He looked like an animal caught in headlights. Minho followed his gaze and sighed.
Key jumped up from his bed quickly. "Where's my mother?"
The question seemed to snap Jonghyun out of his trance and he mumbled quietly, "She had to go to the store."
Sighing audibly, Key pressed a hand against his chest. "Thank god. How were you so quiet coming in?"
Jonghyun shrugged and Minho coughed loudly. "Key, is he going to keep interrupting us until your mom gets home?"
Turning back to look at Minho, Key felt a little torn, but he shook his head slowly and moved for the door. "Don't say anything about this, okay?" he clarified before slowly closing the door. Jonghyun just stood there staring at him in confusion. He had to be smart enough to realize what was going on, but Key had no idea what he would make of it. What had he learned about gay people? How did he feel about them? Key felt a little afraid of the possibility of Jonghyun suddenly not liking him anymore, but also afraid of the thought of him telling other people about them.
Minho seemed to share his worry, because as soon as he sat back down on the edge of the bed, the taller boy gripped his hands. "He won't say anything, right? I don't want to get kicked off the team."
Sighing loudly, Key felt an immediate annoyance at the mention of the soccer team, Minho's number one commitment. "No, okay. I'll make sure he understands."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Key snapped and Minho pulls back as if he'd been slapped.
"There's no need to get angry with me. I'm not the one who walked in and messed everything up. But no, he's too delicate to actually get mad at. He's like an innocent baby. Bullshit. I don't believe it. He's a normal boy, and it's about time everyone realized it."
Key stared up in shock at Minho, who had stood and walked several feet across the room. "What are you even talking about?" he questioned, mouth twisted in disbelief. "No one treats him like a baby. You don't understand anything. There are certain considerations we have to..."
"I don't understand anything, huh?" Minho snapped back before sighing. "Yeah, I wonder why. You don't tell me anything anymore. Your entire world revolves around that guy, and I only get time when he's not around."
"That's not true at all!" Key's voice rose, despite being worried about Jonghyun hearing them fight. "I spend time with you still, it's just that he has to be there a lot of the time too. You never minded Onew being with us."
"He's our friend though. I don't even know this kid."
"You're not even trying to know him!"
"I don't fucking want to know him," Minho huffed. "Just, drop it. I don't want to be here anymore," he muttered darkly before turning and heading for Key's door. Key felt his lips tremble slightly and he pressed them together, fighting back the emotion.
"Fine," he muttered to Minho's back as the other walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Key breathed out shakily and fell back onto his bed. Fuck. A following crash startled him, and he sat back up quickly. He was about to move to go check it out, but then he saw his red face in the mirror and hesitated. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. Not Minho or Jonghyun. When he heard the front door slam, he breathed out a sigh, guessing Minho had run into something on the way out. Or maybe even knocked something over on purpose. The thought made his gut twist sickly. Was he really that upset?
Chapter Eight
Pairing: JongKey and Minkey.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, bullying, mentions of abuse.
Summary: The night a strange new person enters his life, everything changes for Key.
Word Count: 2,760
Notes: This chapter took a long time to come out. I'm sorry for the delay ;_; I've been writing other things, plus real life has been busy. But anyway! We're getting much closer to some drama, so I hope you guys enjoy this. Well, there is a fair amount of drama in this chapter as well. Oh, and sorry for anyone who doesn't like the Minkey ;^.^ Let me know what you think, please! <3
Spots For: hurryupthecakes, ryotanfan29, ezri_sun, and nurmee :D
01| 02| 03| 04| 05| 06
Having Jonghyun around was actually starting to feel kind of normal. It was weird when Key suddenly realized it didn't seem like there was a visitor anymore. It felt more like a long term house guest, or something. He liked to think that was what it felt like to get an animal. For a while it was new and different, but then it just started to become a part of the house, of the family.
It was weird to think about Jonghyun like that though, maybe because he was human. It was difficult for Key to think of Jonghyun as part of the family, and he always reminded himself that the other boy could leave them any day. If they found his family, if the law decided he needed to be somewhere else, he could be gone in an instant. Key wasn't really sure if it made him sad or happy, if he wanted it or not. He just felt like he was in a state between two ways of thinking, and it made it really difficult to develop any grasp on his feelings about the other.
Slowly, the week started to trudge on and Jonghyun seemed to get a bit more comfortable at school. At least, he didn't run out of his classroom again. On the other hand, he was still sticking to Key like glue. Whenever they were on break, outside of their classrooms, Jonghyun wouldn't be more than a few feet away from him unless Key purposefully left him with Onew for a few seconds.
On Wednesday, Key had found out from his dad that Jonghyun would start seeing a therapist. His first appointment was on Friday, so he wouldn't be in school that day. Key didn't really know what to say on the subject. He supposed it would be good for the other boy. Key's father had said he should have been talking to someone a bit sooner, but there had been some conflicts between the police department and the social work department. Key could imagine the police wanted him drilled and questioned until they had sufficient evidence to catch the bad guy. Key was really thankful that they were going to have him talk to someone a little more gentle than a police officer.
Thursday afternoon, Key wondered if Jonghyun felt nervous about it, so he went to the door of the guest room, Jonghyun's room. It wasn't closed, Jonghyun never closed it, so he leaned against the door frame and waited for the boy to look up from his notebook. He was sitting on the bed, staring at it. Not drawing or writing, just staring. Key felt a little unnerved just watching him do that, so he coughed quietly. That easily caught his attention, and his curious, brown eyes raised to meet Key's slightly narrower ones.
Now that he had Jonghyun's attention, he felt like it was okay to walk into the room. Jonghyun didn't move even an inch as Key walked in and sat down on the bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross legged. The other buy just watched him for a while before reaching down to close the notebook.
"So, are you nervous about tomorrow?" Key asked curiously, chewing on the inside of his lip because having a conversation with Jonghyun was always somewhat trying, but he wanted to help him open up more. In some ways, he felt like it was his responsibility. Without him, Jonghyun might stay in his shell forever.
Jonghyun blinked and looked thoughtful for a moment. "A little," he eventually answered.
Key nodded slowly. "I've never spoken to a therapist before, but I think talking to one can be good for anyone. You'll try and talk to her, right?"
A flash of nervousness and fear went through Jonghyun's eyes, but he nodded after, looking down at his feet. Key felt a little bad for him, pretty sure talking would be difficult for him. "Why don't we try some exercises then?"
The other boy looked at him curiously as he jumped up and shut the door before coming back. "Okay. I think it's fine if you don't say everything right away, but you need to be able to talk to her like she's a mirror or..." he paused in thought, "like a teddy bear. Something you don't mind telling your insecurities and fears to. That's the only way they can help."
Jonghyun just looked more nervous at the prospect. "I mean, you don't have to open up right away I think," Key added to try and make him feel better. "How about you try just saying what you're thinking about, how you feel right now."
"Now?" Jonghyun asked uncertainly.
Nodding slowly, Key pursed his lips in thought. "You answer whatever question is asked of you, but you don't really speak much on your own. I'm always curious about what it is your thinking. To be friends, you have to share things like that with each other, and it will be good practice for tomorrow."
Jonghyun nodded again and looked somewhere past Key's shoulder. "I'm thinking about ..." his eyebrows knit together and he frowned in thought. Key wondered how difficult it was for him. "I don't know what I should be thinking about," he finally added, hanging his head in defeat. Key blinked and scooted a little closer to him, reaching out to squeeze his arm.
"It's okay. There's nothing in specific you need to be thinking about. It can be anything, any passing thought. Like, the walls are too plain in here. Or, dinner was good tonight. Anything."
Jonghyun looked up and him and his lips turned up slightly. "I don't think the walls are too plain, and dinner was good."
Sighing loudly, Key turned and laid back on the bed, his head resting beside where Jonghyun was sitting. He reached up and tugged the pillow that had been propped up down below his head. "I guess that's a start. I'm going to lay here until you think of something to say though."
There was a long pause of silence, in which Jonghyun wrapped his arms around his legs and leaned forward to rest his chin on them. Key watched him, and wondered what was going through his mind. After several minutes, Jonghyun shifted in a way that told Key he was going to speak before he even got started. It was slow. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, and Key just watched silently, knowing he shouldn't pressure the other too much.
"Am I," the sound finally came out with the movements of his mouth and Key felt himself listening closely. The two words before the short pause made him a little nervous about what he was going to be asked. Then, Jonghyun finally continued, "your friend?"
"What?" the word slipped out of his mouth before he had even thought about what he should say in response. He was just so shocked by the question.
"You said friends talk to each other, and that I should talk to you, so," he paused again, never looking over to meet Key's gaze, "does that mean I'm your friend?"
Key felt a swelling of feelings inside of him, a combination of fondness and pity. He couldn't really say no to the question, even if Jonghyun was a bit different than his other friends. Well, he had been the one to use that word. He supposed it wouldn't hurt anything to say they were friends already. "Sure. Of course. Yeah, we're friends."
Jonghyun smiled widely before pressing his lips together to hold it back, and Key felt that fondness again. He thought it was something, that he'd gotten somewhere.
Friday was interesting because the rest of the week had felt like an eternity, so going to school without Jonghyun felt different. It was the first time that week that he'd gone without him. When he got there, Minho was waiting at the gate, and Key beamed at him. He was actually really flattered that Minho was waiting for him. It felt like something he would do if they were actually dating, and he liked that thought.
Even though it felt weird at first, Key found himself easily slip back into his old routine. There were a couple of points in the day when Key wondered how the appointment was going, but he tried not to think too much about it, and it wasn't too difficult for him when he had Minho and Onew to distract him.
When school was over that day, Minho even ditched the soccer team practice to spend more time with him. Key felt over the moon with happiness. The day was turning out to be one of the best ever. Minho took him out for ramen, something Key only protested to because he enjoyed it. Only when Minho offered to go somewhere else, did Key stop and demand they get ramen. He might have felt bad for playing like that if Minho didn't always smile afterwards.
"I really enjoyed school today," Minho said while they waited for their food. Almost rolling his eyes, Key thought for sure he was going to say something about soccer. "I liked having you all to myself again. Well, mostly to myself."
Looking up into Minho's eyes in surprise, Key realized what he was talking about. "Oh," he said softly, not really sure how to respond. His cheeks flooded with red, which might have said enough for him.
Minho's hand found his under the table and squeezed it as he smiled one of his dorky looking grins. After a second he added, "I mean, no offense to that guy, but he's always around. I miss it being just us. Well, us and Onew. But he always gave us some distance. This kid doesn't seem to understand."
Sighing, Key leaned back in his chair, his hand slipping back so just his fingertips were still in Minho's grasp. "I know. He just hasn't made any other friends yet. Don't worry though. It won't be forever. It's not like we're adopting him or anything," he added with a short laugh. A feeling of guilt tightened his stomach into a hard knot, but he tried to fight it down by taking a big drink of water. "I'm sure they'll find another place for him soon."
Because Minho said he hadn't had enough of Key yet, and because Key thought it would be okay to bring Minho home at this point, Key agreed to Minho's request of walking him home and staying over for a few minutes. No one else was home yet, which made it all the better. Key grabbed them a couple of drinks out of the refrigerator before heading back to his room, where Minho was waiting on his bed.
Smiling slyly, Key walked over and sat next to him. "Here you go."
"Yah. What's that look for?" Minho asked, laughing breathily as he took one of the milk cartons.
"Nothing," Key said, trying to look innocent as he shrugged and turned his head away. He started to open his milk, and peeked out of the corner of his eyes to see Minho doing the same. He pouted a little and took a drink. Minho threw his back, draining the carton in one go. "Yah! You drink too fast. You'll make yourself sick."
Wiping his mouth, Minho made a sound of approval. "I was thirsty though."
Scoffing, Key set his own milk to the side while Minho scrunched his in his fist and tossed it into the waste bin, throwing his arms up in pride when he scored. Key could only roll his eyes at the display.
"I like you worrying about me though," he suddenly said quietly, moving his arms around Key's waist and pulling him closer. Key made a noise of surprise before grinning and pressing his hands against Minho's chest. The taller boy leaned in slowly, brushing his lips softly against Key's. Key felt his body practically melt against Minho's as the kiss deepened, Minho's lips moving against his insistently. They'd made out before, but it had been a while.
Moaning softly at the way Minho's tongue gently worked its way between his lips, Key moved his fingers against his chest, feeling the muscle under the pads of his fingertips. He moved his tongue against Minho's, sucking it further into his mouth as he tilted his head to give the other better access to kiss him.
Something out of the corner of his eye startled him, and for a brief moment, he thought for sure his mom or dad had caught him. But when he jerked his head away from Minho to look, he was surprised to see only Jonghyun standing there. His lips were parted in surprise, his brown eyes wide. He looked like an animal caught in headlights. Minho followed his gaze and sighed.
Key jumped up from his bed quickly. "Where's my mother?"
The question seemed to snap Jonghyun out of his trance and he mumbled quietly, "She had to go to the store."
Sighing audibly, Key pressed a hand against his chest. "Thank god. How were you so quiet coming in?"
Jonghyun shrugged and Minho coughed loudly. "Key, is he going to keep interrupting us until your mom gets home?"
Turning back to look at Minho, Key felt a little torn, but he shook his head slowly and moved for the door. "Don't say anything about this, okay?" he clarified before slowly closing the door. Jonghyun just stood there staring at him in confusion. He had to be smart enough to realize what was going on, but Key had no idea what he would make of it. What had he learned about gay people? How did he feel about them? Key felt a little afraid of the possibility of Jonghyun suddenly not liking him anymore, but also afraid of the thought of him telling other people about them.
Minho seemed to share his worry, because as soon as he sat back down on the edge of the bed, the taller boy gripped his hands. "He won't say anything, right? I don't want to get kicked off the team."
Sighing loudly, Key felt an immediate annoyance at the mention of the soccer team, Minho's number one commitment. "No, okay. I'll make sure he understands."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Key snapped and Minho pulls back as if he'd been slapped.
"There's no need to get angry with me. I'm not the one who walked in and messed everything up. But no, he's too delicate to actually get mad at. He's like an innocent baby. Bullshit. I don't believe it. He's a normal boy, and it's about time everyone realized it."
Key stared up in shock at Minho, who had stood and walked several feet across the room. "What are you even talking about?" he questioned, mouth twisted in disbelief. "No one treats him like a baby. You don't understand anything. There are certain considerations we have to..."
"I don't understand anything, huh?" Minho snapped back before sighing. "Yeah, I wonder why. You don't tell me anything anymore. Your entire world revolves around that guy, and I only get time when he's not around."
"That's not true at all!" Key's voice rose, despite being worried about Jonghyun hearing them fight. "I spend time with you still, it's just that he has to be there a lot of the time too. You never minded Onew being with us."
"He's our friend though. I don't even know this kid."
"You're not even trying to know him!"
"I don't fucking want to know him," Minho huffed. "Just, drop it. I don't want to be here anymore," he muttered darkly before turning and heading for Key's door. Key felt his lips tremble slightly and he pressed them together, fighting back the emotion.
"Fine," he muttered to Minho's back as the other walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Key breathed out shakily and fell back onto his bed. Fuck. A following crash startled him, and he sat back up quickly. He was about to move to go check it out, but then he saw his red face in the mirror and hesitated. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. Not Minho or Jonghyun. When he heard the front door slam, he breathed out a sigh, guessing Minho had run into something on the way out. Or maybe even knocked something over on purpose. The thought made his gut twist sickly. Was he really that upset?
Chapter Eight