I'd Appreciate If You'd Call Me Key (2/4)
title: I’d Appreciate If You’d Call Me Key (2/4)
pairing: MinKey
rating: PG-13 (NC-17 later~)
genre: angst
summary: SHINee has a new member, the 'almighty' Key, and Minho instantly dislikes him. But maybe Key isn't as bad as he thought?
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Chapter 2
Frantically, Minho paced around his room. Jonghyun, Taemin and Onew had left the dorm, leaving him and Key alone unintentionally; they were hesitant about leaving at first, but they had a schedule and at the moment, Minho was cursing them to the ends of hell. How could they leave him alone with the new guy? Why would they leave him alone with the new guy?!
Minho clutched onto his lyric sheets for one of their upcoming songs, but he wasn’t paying attention to it even though he should be. He sat down the nearest bed, which happened to be Jonghyun’s, and held the paper in his hand, sighing out of confusion as he looked down at it. His eyes scanned the paper inattentively, but his carelessness took a turn for the worse once he had seen that the name indicating his parts and been changed. Changed to “Key”.
Oh no. No no no no no. NO. Minho cursed Key to the depths of the worst place on the planet. You have got to be kidding me? He’s stealing my lines now? No, this is not going to work. No. No. No. No.NO. His head basically shouted at him and before he could even realise it he was storming out of his room, slamming it as strongly as he could without tearing it off, and he took a strong stance at the top the table where Key was resting as he took a bite from his food facing opposite him.
“You.” Minho growled, and Key looked up to the sound of another person, and Minho could tell that he was clearly surprised but he masked it quickly into a face of disgust. Minho was shaking, his thoughts were scattered, he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore but all he knew was that he was fucking furious.
“What do you want?” He looked back down to his plate and took his last bite, and it took Minho nearly all he had not to pick up a chair and smash it over Key’s head. He barely got any lines in most songs anyway, at least most of their hit songs, and he was not about to just stand there and let the ‘new guy’ steal his lines.
“You… You stole my lines.” Minho said with his voice deep and shaking from anger. Key didn’t give any indication that he was scared, unlike what Minho was used to people doing, and if anything, that only made him angrier. His fists were clenched; his face contorted into a scowl with his eyebrows burrowed and his teeth were grinding against each other so hard it was starting to hurt.
“Not my fault that I’m better than you.” Key shrugged as he stood up from the table and moved to the sink, and all was lost.
His fists clenched even tighter than what should be humanly possible; he could feel his blood rushing, he wanted to scream, wanted to hit something, someone…anything. His eyes searched the room and the wall seemed like the perfect target. But, next thing he knew, Minho was clutching the table with both hands and using all his strength, it fell on its side with an echoing bang. Key dropped the plate in his hand and it crashed onto the floor and shattered to pieces. The younger turned around; it was obvious Key had been startled and shocked beyond belief and Minho could tell that his heart was beating faster than usual as Key tried to steady his breath, his hand clutching onto his chest while he felt his own heartbeat. And Key wasn't the only one. Minho could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he grinded his teeth, his breathing was heavy and he was panting loudly like he had just caught prey with his bare hands.
But, then something that he hadn’t anticipated happened; he had presumed that Key would maybe smash the plate in his hand intentionally, probably over his head, or maybe even punch Minho, but he wasn’t prepared for this. He saw Key's eyes fill with tears and at that moment his heart sank. What the fuck have I done? His mouth opened slightly but he was rendered speechless; his anger had disappeared and all of a sudden he was wracked with guilt as he saw a trickle of fluid fall from Key's eye. Key, don’t cry. He took a step toward the other and cursed himself as he saw Key taking a step back even though there was basically nowhere for him to go.
“Key..” He started but he didn’t know what to say because he had no explanation for what he had done. “Key, are you okay?” He breathed out and took another step forward, testing Key, and he smiled softly when he other allowed him to pat his shoulder. He was sobbing, his tears freely flowing from his eyes and his chest was heaving, but Minho could do nothing but awkwardly pat him on the shoulder in a pathetic attempt to comfort.
“Key…?”
“NO, YOU FUCKING SCARED ME, YOU ASSHOLE.” Key screamed at him, pushing his away before his hands flew up to cover his face in embarrassment. Minho’s heart was at the pit of his stomach and he felt so regretful he wished he could simply press reset. Key looked so vulnerable, like a little boy, and Minho fought his urges to take Key into his arms. But instead he returned to patting the boy on the back, and Key let him as his sobs quietened down as he took deep breaths to calm himself down.
“I’m sorry I upset you, Key.” Minho said with no harsh tone to his voice, no hostility, nothing but pure, genuine guilt.
“Whatever.” Key hiccupped as he looked up while small tears streamed down his cheeks, and Minho hesitated slightly before lifting up his hand with the intention of swiping them away. But Key pushed his hand away and wiped him away with his own thumb before fleeing out of the room.
Minho sighed and closed his eyes as he rested against the countertop. He was falling to pieces. His hand covered his eyes and he shook his head; how could he be so careless? It made no sense to Minho. They had a lot of arguments; just small disputes about what show they watch on television whether it was a basketball game or the latest drama, or what time Minho wakes up at, or when Minho accidently touches Key’s stuff but none of those had ever, ever gotten this far. And it was so stupid, and Minho hated himself. He hated himself for retaliating to Key. He hated himself for letting his anger take him this far. SHINee was a family, and his heart had now accepted that Key was a part of it now, yet his head hadn’t.
He couldn’t let SHINee break up all because of him. He would not have that kind of weight on his shoulders; so he put himself back together and walked to Key’s bedroom.
“Key?” He knocked quietly before opening it slowly. Key was sitting on Onew’s bed with the leader’s pillow clutched to his chest. He looked up and Minho’s shoulders dropped as he saw the boy’s red face and fat, quivering lips.
“Key, I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine. I egged you on; it’s my fault.” Key shrugged as he rested his head on the top of the pillow. Minho did not like to see the new guy in this state, even though he hated him. He wanted to see that fierce attitude that he always seemed to own, and it was breaking Minho’s heart to know that he was making another person feel this way.
“Hey, Minho.” Minho heard Key address him as he turned to leave; there was nothing left for him to do, and plus he had to clean up because the hyungs would have a fucking fit if they saw the mess awaiting in the kitchen. “Why don’t you like me? What is it that you have against me? You’ve hated me since day one, haven’t you?”
Minho thought intently at that question and he searched and searched his mind for an answer, yet there was nothing that he could say.
“And then you just…” Taemin was helping Minho learn one of the dance moves for their latest single, but Minho wasn’t listening. Minho really should’ve been paying attention to Taemin because this was like 5th time he had showed him a specific move, but his eyes couldn’t leave a certain someone.
That certain someone being Key.
Minho shook his head and tried to concentrate, but no matter how many times he did that, Key swayed his hips in a particularly sexy way, and Minho felt his attention faltering. His eyes just couldn’t leave the boy. Key’s hair flipped as he rearranged his fringe while he rolled his hips to the beat of the music. His eyes stayed only on the reflection of himself in the mirror, and he had a gaze that could’ve burn holes into the glass.
Key was still absolutely gorgeous though, if anything he had gotten hotter because he had now dyed his hair a darker shade of brown with pinkish highlights. The way his eyes glistened when he was angry… Well it gave Minho the shivers. And his annoying laugh made Minho smile internally but on the outside he remained stone-cold, yet he had never heard Key laugh with him, only at him.
Minho had definitely noticed Key’s caring side. Taemin was usually on the other side of the love; Key would make him breakfast in the morning before he went to school, and hugged him often, saying “aigoo, you’re so cute”. But, he also did all their laundry, excluding Minho’s, and he made them dinner every evening. He was like a mother to them all, even his hyungs. And God, did Minho wish that Key would treat him the same way.
Minho sighed contently as Key rubbed his palm over his chest and smiled softly at his elder. He looked beautiful like this; he was in his element and Minho felt like he was intruding on something. Like watching the boy dance was wrong. Like watching the boy dance and want to run his fingers through that angled hair while they lip-locked was wrong. Wait a minute…
Oh shit.
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note: so...short chapter is short. apologies for that. i won't wait as long to upload the next chapter, yakso! (fuck if i know how to romanize things correctly) it's already written, so it will be up reasonably soon :) comments are good things guys, you should take part! let me know what you think :)
pairing: MinKey
rating: PG-13 (NC-17 later~)
genre: angst
summary: SHINee has a new member, the 'almighty' Key, and Minho instantly dislikes him. But maybe Key isn't as bad as he thought?
1 | 2 | 3 | 4
Chapter 2
Frantically, Minho paced around his room. Jonghyun, Taemin and Onew had left the dorm, leaving him and Key alone unintentionally; they were hesitant about leaving at first, but they had a schedule and at the moment, Minho was cursing them to the ends of hell. How could they leave him alone with the new guy? Why would they leave him alone with the new guy?!
Minho clutched onto his lyric sheets for one of their upcoming songs, but he wasn’t paying attention to it even though he should be. He sat down the nearest bed, which happened to be Jonghyun’s, and held the paper in his hand, sighing out of confusion as he looked down at it. His eyes scanned the paper inattentively, but his carelessness took a turn for the worse once he had seen that the name indicating his parts and been changed. Changed to “Key”.
Oh no. No no no no no. NO. Minho cursed Key to the depths of the worst place on the planet. You have got to be kidding me? He’s stealing my lines now? No, this is not going to work. No. No. No. No.NO. His head basically shouted at him and before he could even realise it he was storming out of his room, slamming it as strongly as he could without tearing it off, and he took a strong stance at the top the table where Key was resting as he took a bite from his food facing opposite him.
“You.” Minho growled, and Key looked up to the sound of another person, and Minho could tell that he was clearly surprised but he masked it quickly into a face of disgust. Minho was shaking, his thoughts were scattered, he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore but all he knew was that he was fucking furious.
“What do you want?” He looked back down to his plate and took his last bite, and it took Minho nearly all he had not to pick up a chair and smash it over Key’s head. He barely got any lines in most songs anyway, at least most of their hit songs, and he was not about to just stand there and let the ‘new guy’ steal his lines.
“You… You stole my lines.” Minho said with his voice deep and shaking from anger. Key didn’t give any indication that he was scared, unlike what Minho was used to people doing, and if anything, that only made him angrier. His fists were clenched; his face contorted into a scowl with his eyebrows burrowed and his teeth were grinding against each other so hard it was starting to hurt.
“Not my fault that I’m better than you.” Key shrugged as he stood up from the table and moved to the sink, and all was lost.
His fists clenched even tighter than what should be humanly possible; he could feel his blood rushing, he wanted to scream, wanted to hit something, someone…anything. His eyes searched the room and the wall seemed like the perfect target. But, next thing he knew, Minho was clutching the table with both hands and using all his strength, it fell on its side with an echoing bang. Key dropped the plate in his hand and it crashed onto the floor and shattered to pieces. The younger turned around; it was obvious Key had been startled and shocked beyond belief and Minho could tell that his heart was beating faster than usual as Key tried to steady his breath, his hand clutching onto his chest while he felt his own heartbeat. And Key wasn't the only one. Minho could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he grinded his teeth, his breathing was heavy and he was panting loudly like he had just caught prey with his bare hands.
But, then something that he hadn’t anticipated happened; he had presumed that Key would maybe smash the plate in his hand intentionally, probably over his head, or maybe even punch Minho, but he wasn’t prepared for this. He saw Key's eyes fill with tears and at that moment his heart sank. What the fuck have I done? His mouth opened slightly but he was rendered speechless; his anger had disappeared and all of a sudden he was wracked with guilt as he saw a trickle of fluid fall from Key's eye. Key, don’t cry. He took a step toward the other and cursed himself as he saw Key taking a step back even though there was basically nowhere for him to go.
“Key..” He started but he didn’t know what to say because he had no explanation for what he had done. “Key, are you okay?” He breathed out and took another step forward, testing Key, and he smiled softly when he other allowed him to pat his shoulder. He was sobbing, his tears freely flowing from his eyes and his chest was heaving, but Minho could do nothing but awkwardly pat him on the shoulder in a pathetic attempt to comfort.
“Key…?”
“NO, YOU FUCKING SCARED ME, YOU ASSHOLE.” Key screamed at him, pushing his away before his hands flew up to cover his face in embarrassment. Minho’s heart was at the pit of his stomach and he felt so regretful he wished he could simply press reset. Key looked so vulnerable, like a little boy, and Minho fought his urges to take Key into his arms. But instead he returned to patting the boy on the back, and Key let him as his sobs quietened down as he took deep breaths to calm himself down.
“I’m sorry I upset you, Key.” Minho said with no harsh tone to his voice, no hostility, nothing but pure, genuine guilt.
“Whatever.” Key hiccupped as he looked up while small tears streamed down his cheeks, and Minho hesitated slightly before lifting up his hand with the intention of swiping them away. But Key pushed his hand away and wiped him away with his own thumb before fleeing out of the room.
Minho sighed and closed his eyes as he rested against the countertop. He was falling to pieces. His hand covered his eyes and he shook his head; how could he be so careless? It made no sense to Minho. They had a lot of arguments; just small disputes about what show they watch on television whether it was a basketball game or the latest drama, or what time Minho wakes up at, or when Minho accidently touches Key’s stuff but none of those had ever, ever gotten this far. And it was so stupid, and Minho hated himself. He hated himself for retaliating to Key. He hated himself for letting his anger take him this far. SHINee was a family, and his heart had now accepted that Key was a part of it now, yet his head hadn’t.
He couldn’t let SHINee break up all because of him. He would not have that kind of weight on his shoulders; so he put himself back together and walked to Key’s bedroom.
“Key?” He knocked quietly before opening it slowly. Key was sitting on Onew’s bed with the leader’s pillow clutched to his chest. He looked up and Minho’s shoulders dropped as he saw the boy’s red face and fat, quivering lips.
“Key, I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine. I egged you on; it’s my fault.” Key shrugged as he rested his head on the top of the pillow. Minho did not like to see the new guy in this state, even though he hated him. He wanted to see that fierce attitude that he always seemed to own, and it was breaking Minho’s heart to know that he was making another person feel this way.
“Hey, Minho.” Minho heard Key address him as he turned to leave; there was nothing left for him to do, and plus he had to clean up because the hyungs would have a fucking fit if they saw the mess awaiting in the kitchen. “Why don’t you like me? What is it that you have against me? You’ve hated me since day one, haven’t you?”
Minho thought intently at that question and he searched and searched his mind for an answer, yet there was nothing that he could say.
“And then you just…” Taemin was helping Minho learn one of the dance moves for their latest single, but Minho wasn’t listening. Minho really should’ve been paying attention to Taemin because this was like 5th time he had showed him a specific move, but his eyes couldn’t leave a certain someone.
That certain someone being Key.
Minho shook his head and tried to concentrate, but no matter how many times he did that, Key swayed his hips in a particularly sexy way, and Minho felt his attention faltering. His eyes just couldn’t leave the boy. Key’s hair flipped as he rearranged his fringe while he rolled his hips to the beat of the music. His eyes stayed only on the reflection of himself in the mirror, and he had a gaze that could’ve burn holes into the glass.
Key was still absolutely gorgeous though, if anything he had gotten hotter because he had now dyed his hair a darker shade of brown with pinkish highlights. The way his eyes glistened when he was angry… Well it gave Minho the shivers. And his annoying laugh made Minho smile internally but on the outside he remained stone-cold, yet he had never heard Key laugh with him, only at him.
Minho had definitely noticed Key’s caring side. Taemin was usually on the other side of the love; Key would make him breakfast in the morning before he went to school, and hugged him often, saying “aigoo, you’re so cute”. But, he also did all their laundry, excluding Minho’s, and he made them dinner every evening. He was like a mother to them all, even his hyungs. And God, did Minho wish that Key would treat him the same way.
Minho sighed contently as Key rubbed his palm over his chest and smiled softly at his elder. He looked beautiful like this; he was in his element and Minho felt like he was intruding on something. Like watching the boy dance was wrong. Like watching the boy dance and want to run his fingers through that angled hair while they lip-locked was wrong. Wait a minute…
Oh shit.
[next]
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note: so...short chapter is short. apologies for that. i won't wait as long to upload the next chapter, yakso! (fuck if i know how to romanize things correctly) it's already written, so it will be up reasonably soon :) comments are good things guys, you should take part! let me know what you think :)