I'd Appreciate If You'd Call Me Key (3/4)
title: I’d Appreciate If You’d Call Me Key (3/4)
pairing: MinKey
rating: R (NC-17 later~)
genre: angst? (idek i seldom put genres but i thought this deserved it tbh so yeah)
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 3
Minho awoke with a dull throb to his head and wetness in his boxers. He could barely keep his eyes open he was so tired and he scowled indirectly at Key because it was all his fault. It was his fault that Minho didn’t sleep at all last night and when he finally did, he had a dream that Key was on top of him, riding him into oblivion. Minho shook his head quickly, trying to get the dream out of his mind as he grabbed a tissue from next to his bed to clean up his mess.
He needed to go for a jog to take his mind off things. He hadn’t been for a long time and he was starting to feel groggy and down about himself because of the adrenaline of sports wasn’t free-flowing through his system like it usually was. His mind flickered back to Key again, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be going for a jog because of him, and he wondered if Key wanted to join him… It would hurt him to join, right?
The door to Key’s room was slightly opened and Minho silently peaked his head through the slit because if Key was sleeping, he wouldn’t wake him up just to ask him to go jogging. His eyes flickered over Taemin and Onew sleeping soundly on their beds before they landed on a certain person. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was certainly heavy for being asleep. Shrugging, Minho in mid-turn to leave until he heard Key voice his name. His eyes flickered back over to Key’s body and he questioned internally whether or not the boy was sleeping, but as he stared more intently, he realised that the covers over his body were moving…up and down…right above where his crotch would be…Oh God.
He had to get out of there - if Key saw Minho watching him masturbate he would surely be freaked out. Minho backed away from the door quickly, and stopped to rest at the nearest wall. He leaned his body against it and rested his head on his chest with his eyes closed, deep in thought. Mild adrenaline was pumping through his system, and his breathing was shallow as he thought about what would happen if his rapping duo had seen him. But, then Minho realised that the only reason he had turned around was because… It was because Key had spoken his name. No, actually, Key had moaned his name. Key moaned my name…? Key…moaned my name. What does this mean? He hardly knew him well enough to confront him; yet the two had had so many confrontations with each other, surely Minho had a right too. This was now to do with Minho also. Because Key had moaned my name.
Minho lifted his body off of the wall and walked into the kitchen to get a glass out. The water slid down his throat with ease - he hadn’t even realised how dry his mouth was - and left for his jog, because now, more than any other time that he had went on a jog, he needed it most.
Minho had come to the realisation that he was more excited about the fact of Key jerking off to the thought of him than he should’ve been, and he pouted his lips as all the members of SHINee, including Key, sat in the living room of their dorm. A show was on television, but Minho wasn’t positive what the name was or what it was even about because he wasn’t paying any attention to it whatsoever. All he was doing was pouting, looking over at Key, or staring blankly at the wall in deep thought. The members had called him out on it at least twice now, but he couldn’t bring himself to care in the slightest. Except Key though, who sat silently as he watched the television and Minho found himself taking another sneak peek at his elder, wondering whether or not he should ask Key about what had happened earlier.
“Yah, Minho, why do you keep glaring at Key?” Jonghyun questioned with intent look on his face.
“What? I’m not -”
“Don’t deny it!” Jonghyun’s voice raised significantly, enough to tear Key’s eyes away from the television.
“What?” He questioned, his face riddled with confusion.
“Minho keeps staring at you.”
“It’s because I’m hot.” Key rolled his eyes as if somebody staring at him was an everyday occurrence, and well, it actually was for SHINee, but that’s beside the point. When they were at the dorm, SHINee were real people, not just celebrities.
“Key, I’m not sta -”
“What ever.” Key shrugged as if he couldn’t care less about the situation as he turned to continue to watch the show, and Minho’s eyes squinted out of annoyance. Key had a way of getting under his skin and Minho despised that.
“I wasn’t staring at you.”
“You really were, Minho.” Onew butted in.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Yeah, no, you were, because I remember that, like, the angle of your eyes made a glint from the television in my peripheral vision.” Taemin stated. Minho really hated everybody in the room at that moment.
“’Peripheral vision’?” Onew raised his eyebrow at the magnae.
“Whoa, big word.” Jonghyun clapped quietly and chuckled deeply.
“Yeah, well, I’m a big person so I can use big words, okay?” Taemin paused as Jonghyun and Onew stared at him with raised eyebrows and smiling eyes, “That didn’t make any sense.” He raised the back of his hand to his lips, covering his smile out of embarrassment.
“No.” Onew agreed, and Jonghyun let out a loud laughter that echoed off the walls.
“No, but as I was saying, you were totally staring and it’s really annoying me because I’m trying to concentrate on this fantastic,” Jonghyun paused and glared at Key to show that it wasn’t exactly a show that kept his interest, “show, but you are making it too hard for me because I’m so curious as to why you can’t keep your eyes off of Key.”
“Wow, can we all just drop it already? Or at least shut up for, like, ten minutes until the advertisements come on? Like, really?” Key finally spoke, and Minho felt like his heart stopped from hearing his loud, obnoxious voice.
He definitely needed to confront Key.
“Can I talk to you?” Minho asked as he walked into the kitchen where Key was perched against the table with a glass of water in his hand. Minho’s voice was slightly unstable due to nerves taking over. He subconsciously knew what reply he wanted, and would ultimately be let down if Key dismissed it. But, Minho assured himself that he had no reason to be nervous. He and Key had confrontations all the time; would now be any different?
“What?”
“..Can I, uh, can I talk to you for a second?” A slap to Minho’s face would suffice as a ‘punishment’ for how he was acting. He hated Key, how did his feelings change for a person so quickly? It made no sense to Minho, and he felt pathetic.
“Sure, shoot.” Key swiped his thumb over his bottom lip and Minho gulped and suddenly, Minho had no idea how he would word anything.
“So, I was, uh, I was leaving to go for a jog this morning and I was wondering if you wanted to go -”
“I don’t jog.”
“Oh, you don’t? Well, I wanted to ask you so I -”
“I hate jogging. Remember that for future reference.”
Key’s constant butting in was starting to piss Minho off and Minho nearly spat out the word ‘okay’ before continuing, “So, I went into your room… Well, actually, I didn’t go into your room, I peeked my head through.”
“So?” Key brought the glass of water up to his lips.
“Key… Were you…Did you masturbate to the thought of me?” Minho wanted to mentally slap himself, did he really have to use the word masturbate, but his thoughts were overridden.
Clear liquid flew out of Key’s mouth in sprinkles and Minho was shocked to find it had landed on his face. A heavy chopped breath out of disapproval left his mouth and his fingertips wiped his eyes, removing Key’s spit mixed with water from his face, “Was that really called for?”
“I wasn’t masturbating to the thought of you.”
Minho stared at him through squinted eyes, “You said my name.”
“I didn’t say your name.”
“No, I heard you.”
“I didn’t fucking say your name.” Key cursed and Minho’s head pulled away despite having heard Key swear before. But, no words that Key was saying made any sense to Minho because he did hear him moan his name and he was masturbating while doing so.
Mustering up any ounce of courage that Minho had in his system, Minho leaned forward quickly and captured Key’s lips with his own. A spike of electricity surged through his bloodstream, but before Minho could think about even doing anything else, Key’s palms hit his chest and he was pushed away with a strength that Minho didn’t know Key had.
“What the fuck is wrong with -” Key’s fingers covered his lips as he fiddled with his lower lip before fleeing from the kitchen, and Minho pouted as he looked at the door through his eyelashes.
What the fuck just happened?
Minho’s brain came to life when he heard a slamming of a door, and he shifted in his bed. He opened one eye first, he felt like complete death and squinted the eye that was only slightly open even though it was a) already barely open and b) it was pitch-black. He let out a frustrated sigh, somebody, some asshole, had woken him up from his slumber and needless to say, Minho was unhappy. He closed his eye and again and it wasn’t long before Minho felt the familiar relaxation of sleep taking over his mind.
But, all was not lost and Minho was torn from his sleep once again as he heard his bedroom door close rather loudly. He was almost positive that Jonghyun was already in his bed, but shrugged off the questioning because he simply didn’t care at this moment in time. Sleep was creeping into his system again and he was letting it take over before he felt a sudden coldness and a weight on his groin.
Naturally, his eyes flew open, “Whoa, what the,” He said before squinting his eyes on the perpetrator, “Key?” He dropped his voice to a low whisper and Key giggled above him.
“Minho.” Key cooed in a hushed whisper before bursting into a small fit of giggles, causing his hips to cause friction between the organ in between his legs and Minho sharply inhaled, a whiff of alcohol entering his nose.
“Key, what the fuck are you doing? Are you drunk?” He whispered, trying to push Key off him but it was no use, he was too tired and Key had started flexing his hips against Minho’s groin. He let out a strangled groan, yet still tried to get Key off him.
“Oh fuck…” He whispered as Key grinded upon him. He could feel the outline of Key against his own, and he let out a particularly heavy breath as the latter pushed their erections together with his hips. It was better than any pathetic wanking scenario he had ever gone through with in his entire life, and he found himself pushing up against Key in a restless attempt to feel their cocks pushed together.
He barely could stifle his moans as Key let out long, dragged out pants and he curled his body to breathe directly into Minho’s ear. It sent shivers down Minho’s spine, every fibre of his being coming alive with every breath and he clawed at the bed sheets around him. Key let out a half-grunt half-moan and Minho’s name fell from his lips and that was all it took for an inexperienced Minho to spurt himself all inside his pyjama bottoms.
Key must’ve felt it, surely he did, and it wasn’t long before he was breathing shallow breaths into Minho’s ear as his body shook lightly. He rolled off the latter, and tucked himself between Minho and the wall, and Minho was stuck in confusion.
“Key?” Minho nudged Key with his elbow, “Key?” He repeated, his voice rising to a stage whisper, “Do you like me?”
“I don’t know.” Key said, before drifting off to a place where Minho was sure he wouldn’t visit that night.
Minho awoke to an empty bed and a deeply uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach; one that wasn’t due to being hungry. He dragged himself off his bed despite the fact that his underwear was crusty, desperate to find Key and get answers. Answers that weren’t drunken slurs because even though they say that a drunken mind speaks the truth, Minho wasn’t convinced.
Minho walked into the kitchen, where everybody sat at the kitchen table munching on breakfast. The first person he spotted, though, was Key, and Minho had to admit that the guy looked absolutely beautiful despite probably feeling like shit. Minho sat down next to Jonghyun, now was not the time to bring up last night’s issues, and picked up his chopsticks.
He stared at Key again. He looked precious; tucking into food that Minho wondered if he would throw up later and laughing occasionally at one of Jonghyun’s dirty jokes, although Minho couldn’t actually say he was listening to them because Key’s laughter was beautiful enough to drown out any shitty joke that Jonghyun could tell.
“Minho.” He heard Jonghyun say and tore his eyes away from Key.
“What?”
“You’re staring at Key again.”
“No, I’m not.” He said, a bit too defensive and Taemin picked up on it.
“Do you love him?” Taemin said; a slight mocking yet understanding tone underlying his words.
Minho scoffed but that was a bit too superficial also, “No.”
“Taemin, shut up.” Key butted in at this point and Minho was taken aback, food falling from his chopsticks as he glanced over to the male who usually never spoke rudely to Taemin. Taemin seemed equally as shocked as Minho, his mouth hanging agape before be closed it abruptly and looked down to his place.
“That wasn’t nice, Key.” Minho spoke, breaking the silence, and Key looked up.
“Well, I’m not here to be nice.”
They locked eyes, a tense moment for both of them and Minho pondered if Key could actually hear his thoughts because all Minho was thinking about was “what the fuck happened last night?” and Key’s eyes answered with a growl.
“Guys.” Onew spoke and they tore their eyes away from each other to look at him, “This is just going too far. Listen, you two have tonight off. You don’t have a schedule, so why don’t you two go out to dinner? This is getting too much, you guys. Sort out your differences; I’ll get hyung to book you a table.” He finished and Minho scoffed.
“No way. I’m not doing that.”
Key looked as though he was deep in thought, before speaking up, “You’re right, Onew. It would be good for us to get everything out into the open. Book the table.” Key glanced over to Minho, who simply sat in complete suspicion and confusion.
“I’ll have Dak Dori Tang, please, and he’ll take the Go Deung Ouh Gu Yi, thank you.” Key smiled sweetly at the waitress before plucking the menu from Minho’s hand and passing it to her before she left.
Minho clenched his teeth, slightly surprised at Key yet angered at the same time, “Why did you order for me?”
Key looked up from the table, looking as innocent as ever and scratched the side of his head, “You only eat ramyun. Plus, that looked good.”
Minho let out a choked cough, “Then why didn’t you get it? What if I don’t like it?”
“What, are you a five year old child? You’re too old to be a fussy eater.” Key shrugged and played with the napkin on the table.
“Key, that’s not the point. The point is that I wanted to order for myself.”
“Minho, I know what’s best.” Key looked at and stared at him like Minho should know that, and Minho’s eyes squinted as his eyebrows raised.
“You know what’s best?”
“Yes. I do.” He threw Minho the same look as though he was wondering if Minho was mentally deficient before snatching the chopsticks from the table and placing them close to his eyes. They probably weren’t up to his standards. Either that or the vain guy was checking out his appearance.
“You are so self-centred, my Lord,” Minho shook his head, “I can hardly hold a conversation with you.”
Key dropped the chopsticks and they banged against the table, “You know what Minho? Let’s just leave. I was only trying to be nice.” Key stood up and grabbed his jacket from the back of his seat harshly, the legs faltering as they tried to take stand against Key’s rage and Minho followed suit, with every intention of grabbing Key and force him to eat dinner because Minho would be damned if he was going to face the embarrassment of walking out the restaurant without eating. But he didn’t get a chance to before a waiter stopped him.
“Sir, you haven’t paid yet. You must pay for the food you have ordered.”
Minho sighed, running his fingers over his eyes before he pulled out his wallet and thrusting a wad of money he knew was way more than what they had bought, “Keep the change.”
The waiter looked up to him, flabbergasted, “T-t-thank you, sir. My daughter is a fan.”
“Thanks.” Minho said before he stumbled his way to the door with hope that Key hadn’t left yet. And he hadn’t, he was getting into a taxi, and Minho ran to catch the door just in time to stop it from slamming on his fingers and breaking them off. He climbed in, pushing Key over the other side and mouthing their address, which was probably stupid because that was how idols get stalkers, but he didn’t care because Key was acting like a fucking diva and Minho was pissed.
“Stop being so fucking melodramatic, Key,” Minho nudges him with his elbow to give him some space because right now, he needs it more than anything, “I only asked why you ordered for me.”
“What?!” Key raised his voice, “I’m being melodramatic? You have got to be kidding me!” Key should’ve just shouted to make his point because his loud voice drifted to the front seat, where the cab driver stared at them with judging and curious eyes.
Minh’s jaw tightened, “Will you be quiet please? We’re in a fucking taxi. Stop it.”
Key laughed but it was bitter and loud and full of spite, “Oh? You want me to stop?”
“Can we just finish this at home please? Jesus, keep it down.” Minho said through clenched teeth, glancing at the driver’s eyes through the mirror and sent him the best angered glare he could, warning him to back off. The driver did.
And so did Key, who sat in his seat with a heaving chest like even taking breaths was hard for him, and Minho leaned his body against the door with anger seething through his body, staring at the window until he saw their apartment in his vision.
“I’m going to bed.” Key announced and sent a particularly hateful glare towards Minho, but Minho had realised during the ride home that he didn’t want to fight with Key. He wanted to know what happened last night, and he wanted to know if Key liked him, and what was going on with everything.
Key made a move to leave after he kicked his shoes off, but Minho was quicker than that and yanked him back; a bit rougher than he told his body to act undeniably and Key smashed into his chest with a small thud. Minho’s arms naturally wrapped him, holding him still, and that was all that anything was for the few seconds that they looked into each other’s eyes.
But then, Minho crashed his lips onto Key’s, and he just about melted because having Key presented to him - a willing Key who wasn’t drunk or pushing him away - was anything that Minho ever wanted, he decided, and he swiped his tongue over Key’s pouted lower lip, asking questions, and Key replied with a welcoming gasp as Minho snaked his tongue inside.
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note: WHOA OMG THEY KISSED YOU GUYZ THEY ARE TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER~ lololol hope you guys enjoyed it :) this chapter is longer, yay :) next chapter is written and will be uploaded soon! comments let me know if i'm failing or doing something right; help me out! :) <3
pairing: MinKey
rating: R (NC-17 later~)
genre: angst? (idek i seldom put genres but i thought this deserved it tbh so yeah)
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 3
Minho awoke with a dull throb to his head and wetness in his boxers. He could barely keep his eyes open he was so tired and he scowled indirectly at Key because it was all his fault. It was his fault that Minho didn’t sleep at all last night and when he finally did, he had a dream that Key was on top of him, riding him into oblivion. Minho shook his head quickly, trying to get the dream out of his mind as he grabbed a tissue from next to his bed to clean up his mess.
He needed to go for a jog to take his mind off things. He hadn’t been for a long time and he was starting to feel groggy and down about himself because of the adrenaline of sports wasn’t free-flowing through his system like it usually was. His mind flickered back to Key again, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be going for a jog because of him, and he wondered if Key wanted to join him… It would hurt him to join, right?
The door to Key’s room was slightly opened and Minho silently peaked his head through the slit because if Key was sleeping, he wouldn’t wake him up just to ask him to go jogging. His eyes flickered over Taemin and Onew sleeping soundly on their beds before they landed on a certain person. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was certainly heavy for being asleep. Shrugging, Minho in mid-turn to leave until he heard Key voice his name. His eyes flickered back over to Key’s body and he questioned internally whether or not the boy was sleeping, but as he stared more intently, he realised that the covers over his body were moving…up and down…right above where his crotch would be…Oh God.
He had to get out of there - if Key saw Minho watching him masturbate he would surely be freaked out. Minho backed away from the door quickly, and stopped to rest at the nearest wall. He leaned his body against it and rested his head on his chest with his eyes closed, deep in thought. Mild adrenaline was pumping through his system, and his breathing was shallow as he thought about what would happen if his rapping duo had seen him. But, then Minho realised that the only reason he had turned around was because… It was because Key had spoken his name. No, actually, Key had moaned his name. Key moaned my name…? Key…moaned my name. What does this mean? He hardly knew him well enough to confront him; yet the two had had so many confrontations with each other, surely Minho had a right too. This was now to do with Minho also. Because Key had moaned my name.
Minho lifted his body off of the wall and walked into the kitchen to get a glass out. The water slid down his throat with ease - he hadn’t even realised how dry his mouth was - and left for his jog, because now, more than any other time that he had went on a jog, he needed it most.
Minho had come to the realisation that he was more excited about the fact of Key jerking off to the thought of him than he should’ve been, and he pouted his lips as all the members of SHINee, including Key, sat in the living room of their dorm. A show was on television, but Minho wasn’t positive what the name was or what it was even about because he wasn’t paying any attention to it whatsoever. All he was doing was pouting, looking over at Key, or staring blankly at the wall in deep thought. The members had called him out on it at least twice now, but he couldn’t bring himself to care in the slightest. Except Key though, who sat silently as he watched the television and Minho found himself taking another sneak peek at his elder, wondering whether or not he should ask Key about what had happened earlier.
“Yah, Minho, why do you keep glaring at Key?” Jonghyun questioned with intent look on his face.
“What? I’m not -”
“Don’t deny it!” Jonghyun’s voice raised significantly, enough to tear Key’s eyes away from the television.
“What?” He questioned, his face riddled with confusion.
“Minho keeps staring at you.”
“It’s because I’m hot.” Key rolled his eyes as if somebody staring at him was an everyday occurrence, and well, it actually was for SHINee, but that’s beside the point. When they were at the dorm, SHINee were real people, not just celebrities.
“Key, I’m not sta -”
“What ever.” Key shrugged as if he couldn’t care less about the situation as he turned to continue to watch the show, and Minho’s eyes squinted out of annoyance. Key had a way of getting under his skin and Minho despised that.
“I wasn’t staring at you.”
“You really were, Minho.” Onew butted in.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Yeah, no, you were, because I remember that, like, the angle of your eyes made a glint from the television in my peripheral vision.” Taemin stated. Minho really hated everybody in the room at that moment.
“’Peripheral vision’?” Onew raised his eyebrow at the magnae.
“Whoa, big word.” Jonghyun clapped quietly and chuckled deeply.
“Yeah, well, I’m a big person so I can use big words, okay?” Taemin paused as Jonghyun and Onew stared at him with raised eyebrows and smiling eyes, “That didn’t make any sense.” He raised the back of his hand to his lips, covering his smile out of embarrassment.
“No.” Onew agreed, and Jonghyun let out a loud laughter that echoed off the walls.
“No, but as I was saying, you were totally staring and it’s really annoying me because I’m trying to concentrate on this fantastic,” Jonghyun paused and glared at Key to show that it wasn’t exactly a show that kept his interest, “show, but you are making it too hard for me because I’m so curious as to why you can’t keep your eyes off of Key.”
“Wow, can we all just drop it already? Or at least shut up for, like, ten minutes until the advertisements come on? Like, really?” Key finally spoke, and Minho felt like his heart stopped from hearing his loud, obnoxious voice.
He definitely needed to confront Key.
“Can I talk to you?” Minho asked as he walked into the kitchen where Key was perched against the table with a glass of water in his hand. Minho’s voice was slightly unstable due to nerves taking over. He subconsciously knew what reply he wanted, and would ultimately be let down if Key dismissed it. But, Minho assured himself that he had no reason to be nervous. He and Key had confrontations all the time; would now be any different?
“What?”
“..Can I, uh, can I talk to you for a second?” A slap to Minho’s face would suffice as a ‘punishment’ for how he was acting. He hated Key, how did his feelings change for a person so quickly? It made no sense to Minho, and he felt pathetic.
“Sure, shoot.” Key swiped his thumb over his bottom lip and Minho gulped and suddenly, Minho had no idea how he would word anything.
“So, I was, uh, I was leaving to go for a jog this morning and I was wondering if you wanted to go -”
“I don’t jog.”
“Oh, you don’t? Well, I wanted to ask you so I -”
“I hate jogging. Remember that for future reference.”
Key’s constant butting in was starting to piss Minho off and Minho nearly spat out the word ‘okay’ before continuing, “So, I went into your room… Well, actually, I didn’t go into your room, I peeked my head through.”
“So?” Key brought the glass of water up to his lips.
“Key… Were you…Did you masturbate to the thought of me?” Minho wanted to mentally slap himself, did he really have to use the word masturbate, but his thoughts were overridden.
Clear liquid flew out of Key’s mouth in sprinkles and Minho was shocked to find it had landed on his face. A heavy chopped breath out of disapproval left his mouth and his fingertips wiped his eyes, removing Key’s spit mixed with water from his face, “Was that really called for?”
“I wasn’t masturbating to the thought of you.”
Minho stared at him through squinted eyes, “You said my name.”
“I didn’t say your name.”
“No, I heard you.”
“I didn’t fucking say your name.” Key cursed and Minho’s head pulled away despite having heard Key swear before. But, no words that Key was saying made any sense to Minho because he did hear him moan his name and he was masturbating while doing so.
Mustering up any ounce of courage that Minho had in his system, Minho leaned forward quickly and captured Key’s lips with his own. A spike of electricity surged through his bloodstream, but before Minho could think about even doing anything else, Key’s palms hit his chest and he was pushed away with a strength that Minho didn’t know Key had.
“What the fuck is wrong with -” Key’s fingers covered his lips as he fiddled with his lower lip before fleeing from the kitchen, and Minho pouted as he looked at the door through his eyelashes.
What the fuck just happened?
Minho’s brain came to life when he heard a slamming of a door, and he shifted in his bed. He opened one eye first, he felt like complete death and squinted the eye that was only slightly open even though it was a) already barely open and b) it was pitch-black. He let out a frustrated sigh, somebody, some asshole, had woken him up from his slumber and needless to say, Minho was unhappy. He closed his eye and again and it wasn’t long before Minho felt the familiar relaxation of sleep taking over his mind.
But, all was not lost and Minho was torn from his sleep once again as he heard his bedroom door close rather loudly. He was almost positive that Jonghyun was already in his bed, but shrugged off the questioning because he simply didn’t care at this moment in time. Sleep was creeping into his system again and he was letting it take over before he felt a sudden coldness and a weight on his groin.
Naturally, his eyes flew open, “Whoa, what the,” He said before squinting his eyes on the perpetrator, “Key?” He dropped his voice to a low whisper and Key giggled above him.
“Minho.” Key cooed in a hushed whisper before bursting into a small fit of giggles, causing his hips to cause friction between the organ in between his legs and Minho sharply inhaled, a whiff of alcohol entering his nose.
“Key, what the fuck are you doing? Are you drunk?” He whispered, trying to push Key off him but it was no use, he was too tired and Key had started flexing his hips against Minho’s groin. He let out a strangled groan, yet still tried to get Key off him.
“Oh fuck…” He whispered as Key grinded upon him. He could feel the outline of Key against his own, and he let out a particularly heavy breath as the latter pushed their erections together with his hips. It was better than any pathetic wanking scenario he had ever gone through with in his entire life, and he found himself pushing up against Key in a restless attempt to feel their cocks pushed together.
He barely could stifle his moans as Key let out long, dragged out pants and he curled his body to breathe directly into Minho’s ear. It sent shivers down Minho’s spine, every fibre of his being coming alive with every breath and he clawed at the bed sheets around him. Key let out a half-grunt half-moan and Minho’s name fell from his lips and that was all it took for an inexperienced Minho to spurt himself all inside his pyjama bottoms.
Key must’ve felt it, surely he did, and it wasn’t long before he was breathing shallow breaths into Minho’s ear as his body shook lightly. He rolled off the latter, and tucked himself between Minho and the wall, and Minho was stuck in confusion.
“Key?” Minho nudged Key with his elbow, “Key?” He repeated, his voice rising to a stage whisper, “Do you like me?”
“I don’t know.” Key said, before drifting off to a place where Minho was sure he wouldn’t visit that night.
Minho awoke to an empty bed and a deeply uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach; one that wasn’t due to being hungry. He dragged himself off his bed despite the fact that his underwear was crusty, desperate to find Key and get answers. Answers that weren’t drunken slurs because even though they say that a drunken mind speaks the truth, Minho wasn’t convinced.
Minho walked into the kitchen, where everybody sat at the kitchen table munching on breakfast. The first person he spotted, though, was Key, and Minho had to admit that the guy looked absolutely beautiful despite probably feeling like shit. Minho sat down next to Jonghyun, now was not the time to bring up last night’s issues, and picked up his chopsticks.
He stared at Key again. He looked precious; tucking into food that Minho wondered if he would throw up later and laughing occasionally at one of Jonghyun’s dirty jokes, although Minho couldn’t actually say he was listening to them because Key’s laughter was beautiful enough to drown out any shitty joke that Jonghyun could tell.
“Minho.” He heard Jonghyun say and tore his eyes away from Key.
“What?”
“You’re staring at Key again.”
“No, I’m not.” He said, a bit too defensive and Taemin picked up on it.
“Do you love him?” Taemin said; a slight mocking yet understanding tone underlying his words.
Minho scoffed but that was a bit too superficial also, “No.”
“Taemin, shut up.” Key butted in at this point and Minho was taken aback, food falling from his chopsticks as he glanced over to the male who usually never spoke rudely to Taemin. Taemin seemed equally as shocked as Minho, his mouth hanging agape before be closed it abruptly and looked down to his place.
“That wasn’t nice, Key.” Minho spoke, breaking the silence, and Key looked up.
“Well, I’m not here to be nice.”
They locked eyes, a tense moment for both of them and Minho pondered if Key could actually hear his thoughts because all Minho was thinking about was “what the fuck happened last night?” and Key’s eyes answered with a growl.
“Guys.” Onew spoke and they tore their eyes away from each other to look at him, “This is just going too far. Listen, you two have tonight off. You don’t have a schedule, so why don’t you two go out to dinner? This is getting too much, you guys. Sort out your differences; I’ll get hyung to book you a table.” He finished and Minho scoffed.
“No way. I’m not doing that.”
Key looked as though he was deep in thought, before speaking up, “You’re right, Onew. It would be good for us to get everything out into the open. Book the table.” Key glanced over to Minho, who simply sat in complete suspicion and confusion.
“I’ll have Dak Dori Tang, please, and he’ll take the Go Deung Ouh Gu Yi, thank you.” Key smiled sweetly at the waitress before plucking the menu from Minho’s hand and passing it to her before she left.
Minho clenched his teeth, slightly surprised at Key yet angered at the same time, “Why did you order for me?”
Key looked up from the table, looking as innocent as ever and scratched the side of his head, “You only eat ramyun. Plus, that looked good.”
Minho let out a choked cough, “Then why didn’t you get it? What if I don’t like it?”
“What, are you a five year old child? You’re too old to be a fussy eater.” Key shrugged and played with the napkin on the table.
“Key, that’s not the point. The point is that I wanted to order for myself.”
“Minho, I know what’s best.” Key looked at and stared at him like Minho should know that, and Minho’s eyes squinted as his eyebrows raised.
“You know what’s best?”
“Yes. I do.” He threw Minho the same look as though he was wondering if Minho was mentally deficient before snatching the chopsticks from the table and placing them close to his eyes. They probably weren’t up to his standards. Either that or the vain guy was checking out his appearance.
“You are so self-centred, my Lord,” Minho shook his head, “I can hardly hold a conversation with you.”
Key dropped the chopsticks and they banged against the table, “You know what Minho? Let’s just leave. I was only trying to be nice.” Key stood up and grabbed his jacket from the back of his seat harshly, the legs faltering as they tried to take stand against Key’s rage and Minho followed suit, with every intention of grabbing Key and force him to eat dinner because Minho would be damned if he was going to face the embarrassment of walking out the restaurant without eating. But he didn’t get a chance to before a waiter stopped him.
“Sir, you haven’t paid yet. You must pay for the food you have ordered.”
Minho sighed, running his fingers over his eyes before he pulled out his wallet and thrusting a wad of money he knew was way more than what they had bought, “Keep the change.”
The waiter looked up to him, flabbergasted, “T-t-thank you, sir. My daughter is a fan.”
“Thanks.” Minho said before he stumbled his way to the door with hope that Key hadn’t left yet. And he hadn’t, he was getting into a taxi, and Minho ran to catch the door just in time to stop it from slamming on his fingers and breaking them off. He climbed in, pushing Key over the other side and mouthing their address, which was probably stupid because that was how idols get stalkers, but he didn’t care because Key was acting like a fucking diva and Minho was pissed.
“Stop being so fucking melodramatic, Key,” Minho nudges him with his elbow to give him some space because right now, he needs it more than anything, “I only asked why you ordered for me.”
“What?!” Key raised his voice, “I’m being melodramatic? You have got to be kidding me!” Key should’ve just shouted to make his point because his loud voice drifted to the front seat, where the cab driver stared at them with judging and curious eyes.
Minh’s jaw tightened, “Will you be quiet please? We’re in a fucking taxi. Stop it.”
Key laughed but it was bitter and loud and full of spite, “Oh? You want me to stop?”
“Can we just finish this at home please? Jesus, keep it down.” Minho said through clenched teeth, glancing at the driver’s eyes through the mirror and sent him the best angered glare he could, warning him to back off. The driver did.
And so did Key, who sat in his seat with a heaving chest like even taking breaths was hard for him, and Minho leaned his body against the door with anger seething through his body, staring at the window until he saw their apartment in his vision.
“I’m going to bed.” Key announced and sent a particularly hateful glare towards Minho, but Minho had realised during the ride home that he didn’t want to fight with Key. He wanted to know what happened last night, and he wanted to know if Key liked him, and what was going on with everything.
Key made a move to leave after he kicked his shoes off, but Minho was quicker than that and yanked him back; a bit rougher than he told his body to act undeniably and Key smashed into his chest with a small thud. Minho’s arms naturally wrapped him, holding him still, and that was all that anything was for the few seconds that they looked into each other’s eyes.
But then, Minho crashed his lips onto Key’s, and he just about melted because having Key presented to him - a willing Key who wasn’t drunk or pushing him away - was anything that Minho ever wanted, he decided, and he swiped his tongue over Key’s pouted lower lip, asking questions, and Key replied with a welcoming gasp as Minho snaked his tongue inside.
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note: WHOA OMG THEY KISSED YOU GUYZ THEY ARE TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER~ lololol hope you guys enjoyed it :) this chapter is longer, yay :) next chapter is written and will be uploaded soon! comments let me know if i'm failing or doing something right; help me out! :) <3