Paper Cuts 13/??
Title: Paper Cuts 13/??
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 2min, taemin/sulli, minho/oc, jonghyun/oc, key/onew
Genre: AU, romance, comedy
Summary: There are two different sides to Choi Minho. The Minho playing sports who is too competitive for his own good. The one that a good portion of the student body swooned over as they watched him run around and kick ass in whatever he was doing. The one that everyone wanted to hang out with and be friends (or sometimes more than friends) with. But that Minho was gone the moment he stepped out of the locker room after practice or a game. Then there was the Minho who liked to be left alone. Who always hid behind his glasses and a book. The more prominent one. The one that no one realized was the same person they cheered for during games. He preferred to be this Minho though. But there was one thing that both sides of him had in common. He was in love with Lee Taemin. The only problem? Taemin already had a girlfriend and together they made the perfect couple. The couple everyone envied, but loved at the same time.
A/N: I don't have anything to say, but I'm used to putting an author's note for all my entries. So um... I had french toast for breakfast and it was yummy. HAPPY READING! COMMENTS=SWEET 2MIN LOVE! keke ^^
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Jonghyun hyung!” I jump a little and turn to the person who just shouted my name.
“What?” I give him a confused look.
“Tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”
“Depends on what you think I did.”
“I can only imagine what you did seeing how Jazzy came out of the guestroom wearing YOUR boxers and shorts and you just came out of the room in just boxers. Please tell me you didn’t,” his question is posed to the both of us as he looks at each of us in turn. I didn’t notice that Jazzy was wearing my clothes until he mentioned it. It definitely made sense why I couldn’t find them just now. She looks damn sexy in them. I unconsciously lick my lips as I continue to stare at her.
“Is someone going to answer me or not?” Minho sighs.
“Aren’t you happy that we’re finally together? Now you don’t have to listen to us complain,” I answer as I finish making my way towards them. I automatically sit beside Jazzy and wrap my arms round her waist.
“But hyung you know she’s sick. You could have waited until she was better to do THAT.”
“I’m not that sick Minho,” she argues.
“Your fever came back last night.”
“And it went away this morning.”
“Still…”
“You don’t have to be so worried about me all the time Minho,” she places a comforting hand on his arm.
“I know. It’s a habit though,” his hand comes to rest on hers and any other guy would be jealous at his show of affection, but I didn’t mind it. It’s just the way they are and the way they have been since I’ve known them.
“I’ll worry enough for the both of us Minho,” I joke and he gives a short laugh.
“I am happy for you two. Onew hyung and I were going to make it our mission to get you two together by the end of the year, but I guess you guys didn’t need our help.”
“You two were trying to play matchmaker?” Jazzy laughs.
“Yeah, what’s so funny about that?”
“You can’t even confess to the boy you love on your own and Onew hyung is too busy with his diva boyfriend to have time for anything else,” I answer.
“Plus, what have you done to try to get us together? It’s almost the end of the year and had we not confessed tonight, we wouldn’t be any closer to confessing than we were in high school,” she adds.
“Actually,” I look at her, “I was going to confess when I came here. That’s why I wanted to spend time alone with you. I was tired of waiting on the sidelines and figured it was now or never.”
“That’s not the point sweetie,” she pats my cheek, “The point is that those two are failures in matchmaking.”
“We are not failures. We did have something planned,” Minho tries to defend himself and Onew, but Jazzy just waves it off like it’s nothing.
“It’s getting late,” I say, “We should all get some rest.”
“Is that what you’re calling it hyung?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw the way you were eyeing Jazzy.”
“What?” I try to play innocent.
“Don’t try to act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” I shrug in response and he gets up off the couch to go to his room. Before he’s completely out of sight, he turns back to us and there’s fire in his eyes, “I’m glad you two are together, but if you hurt her in any way, shape, or form, if you make her cry one single tear, if you even look at her the wrong way, regardless of you being my best friend, I will kill you.”
“Minho!” I hear her gasp beside me and I stare at him in shock.
“Night!” he smiles and disappears into his room.
“Don’t take what he just said to heart, he was just joking,” she tries to tell me as she shifts in my arms to face me. I try to believe her, but I know otherwise. The way he looked at me with that flaming stare, I knew he meant every single word.
“Let’s go to bed,” I say, trying to shake off the feeling Minho gave me with that stare.
“In a minute,” she wriggles free of my grasp on her and makes her way towards the door.
“Um, Jazzy, where are you going?” I start to follow her, slightly confused.
“To give the idiot a piece of my mind and perhaps a hit or two.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s none of your concern sweetie,” she stopped and turned to face me, “Just go to bed, I’ll be there in a little bit.”
“No. What are you about to do?”
“Nothing,” she gives me a quick peck on the lips, “Just go, I promise I’ll be right there.”
“Okay, just don’t do anything stupid,” I hesitantly turn and begin to make my way back to the guestroom.
*~*
I’m sitting on my couch again, completely in a daze after what just happened. Sulli is kissing my neck and I don’t pay any attention to her. I barely even feel her beside me. All I can see is Minho and the look on his face when he came back to get his bag. All I can feel is the coldness that was emanating from his body as he asked for it back and the slow ache in my heart. What have I done?
I’m a little caught off guard when I feel something against my lips. First because I wasn’t expecting it. Second because the first thing that popped into my mind was the memory of Minho’s lips against mine. I don’t respond to these lips though. Not even a little bit. I can’t respond to them. It just doesn’t feel right.
“Honey,” I hear her complain.
“I think you should go home Sulli,” I say as I pull away from her grasp.
“What?”
“It’s getting late,” I stand up and pull her off the couch, “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
“Is everything okay?” she asks me as we make our way out of my apartment.
“Everything is fine. I’m just really tired.”
“Well I don’t have to go back to my dorm. I could spend the night here, not like it’ll be the first time.”
“No, I’ll walk you home,” I grab her coat off the chair and help her put it on.
“Are you sure everything is okay? You seem out of it. Are you mad me?”
“No,” I open the door at the exact same time the door across the hall opens up. A little hope flutters around as I picture a familiar face, but it’s quickly smacked away when I see a pissed off looking Jazzy standing in the doorway instead.
“Jazzy unnie?” Sulli says from beside me.
“Hi Sulli,” the girl responds coldly, eyes never leaving me though. I watch as Sulli eyes her up and down with a look that could burn. It amused me how threatened Sulli felt whenever she was around Jazzy. But this time it seemed far more prominent than the other times. Perhaps it was because even though Jazzy was glaring at me through heated eyes, she still looked incredibly alluring in that shirt and boxers. I wondered for a second if they were Minho’s and got a little jealous of the thought. And the picture of when I first ran into the two of them in the hall flashes in my mind. She was wearing his clothes then, so she was probably wearing it now as well.
Even though Minho told me flat out that they weren’t dating, I still felt jealous of her. I was jealous at how close they were. So close that everyone just assumes that they are dating. I’m jealous because I want to be that close to him. I’m jealous because I’ve fucked up big time with him and I doubt he’ll be able to forgive me like he would forgive her.
She’s about to open her mouth to say something when another figure joins her at the door. It’s Jonghyun and slight awkwardness wafts around us when I realize he’s only in boxers. I notice Sulli eyeing him with my peripheral vision. I kind see the lust in her eyes as they make their way over his body and I feel a little annoyed.
“Jazzy, don’t,” he says as he grabs her hand.
“Jjongie, I thought I told you to go to bed.”
“You did, but then I realized what you said and decided to come get you.”
“Go to bed.”
“Not without you,” he whispers in her ear, intending only her to hear it, but I caught it none the less.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Sulli,” I roll my eyes as she sticks her hand out, lust still dancing around in the way she’s looking at him.
“Jonghyun,” he starts to reach his hand out to shake hers, but Jazzy slaps it away and Sulli gives her a dirty look.
“Go back to bed,” she says once again, returning Sulli’s look with one of her own.
“Only if you go to bed too,” he says with a firm tone in his voice.
“I said I need to talk to Taemin.”
“It can wait until morning, it’s late,” he grabs her hand and starts to pull her back into the apartment, “It was nice meeting you Sulli and Taemin we’ll see you in the morning. It’s your turn to buy right?”
“Um, yeah,” I can tell that Jazzy is none to please with me and the talk she wanted to have would probably be more like her shouting at me and me unable to respond.
“Night!” he smiles at us, “Jazzy tell them good night.”
“No,” she huffs.
“Don’t be rude, tell them good night or,” I can’t hear the rest because he’s whispering it in her ear.
“Fine, night,” she says a small smile playing at her lips and with that he pulls her back into the apartment and it’s just me and Sulli in the hall again.
“Who is that guy?” Sulli asks me as we begin to walk towards the elevators.
“Onew hyung’s cousin and Minho’s best friend.”
“Does he go to our school? I’m sure I would’ve seen him before if he did.”
“No, he’s just visiting.”
“Oh,” I catch the disappointment in her voice, “What was he talking about it being your turn to buy?”
“We’ve all been getting together in the morning for breakfast lately. We have a rotation for who buys when.”
“Who is ‘we’?” there’s jealousy in her voice now.
“Onew hyung, Key hyung, Jonghyun hyung, Jazzy, and Minho,” the last name comes out leaves a stinging pain in my heart.
“Oh. Can I join you guys tomorrow?”
I really don’t want her to and I know that Key would hate me if I did let her, but I can’t come up with a good reason why she can’t. We never said that other people aren’t allowed to join us.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask them first.”
“Do you not want me there? Are you embarrassed of me or something?” she asks and now there’s hurt in her voice. Jeez, she was going through emotions like there’s no other tonight.
“No, of course not babe. It’s just that I want to make sure everyone is okay with it.”
“Is there a reason why they wouldn’t be?”
I want to say yes, but decide that’s probably not the best answer, “Let me just ask them first and then if they say okay, you can join us next time okay?”
“Whatever,” she pouts and the rest of the walk she’s giving me the cold shoulder.
*~*
“I thought I told you to go to bed first,” Jazzy complained as I pulled her back to the room.
“You did, but then I realized what you said and knew now wasn’t the time to do it,” I answer.
“And why not? No one hurts Minho like that and gets away with it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sure you figured out that Minho likes Taemin.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of obvious.”
“I know right? Anyways, I guess they made out a little tonight.”
“That’s good.”
“That’s what I thought, but then Taemin does a 180 after they stop and says it shouldn’t have happened. So now Minho is upset because he just got rejected in the worst way possible. Taemin played with his feelings and I won’t let him get away unscathed for it,” she’s clearly livid at this point and I bring her over to the bed to sit down.
“Calm down baby,” I begin to rub her arms.
“I can’t. Minho has always watched over me and made sure I never got hurt. It’s my turn to do the same for him.”
“I know, but right now is not the time. It’s late and I’m sure the other neighbors won’t be happy if you go over there and start scolding Taemin.”
“You’re probably right.”
“What is this I hear? Jazzy giving in so easily and willingly?” I give a mock shocked expression.
“Well it’s kind of hard not to give in when you’re sitting there in just boxers. Which by the way, you couldn’t throw on a shirt before coming to get me?”
“You’re wearing my shirt from earlier and I wasn’t about to wear yours. That would just be weird.”
“You could’ve gotten another one from your suitcase.”
“That would have taken time and I was too lazy. Why? You don’t like what you see.”
“I never said that,” even though it’s dark I can still make out the light red that’s starting to grace her cheeks.
“So what’s the problem?”
“Um… this,” she gestures to my bare chest, “Is for me only.”
“Is it? Maybe you should come and mark your territory then,” I give her a suggestive smile as I scoot up on the bed.
“I just might have to. I saw the way Sulli was staring at you, I was about to offer her a napkin to wipe the drool off her face,” she moves up to sit beside me.
“Jealous much?” I pull her down on top of me.
“A little.”
“Oh?”
“Well yeah. The last thing I want to see is some girl eating up my boyfriend with her eyes.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. Have I told you how sexy you look in my clothes?”
“No.”
“You look sexy in my clothes,” I bring my lips to meet hers in a sweet kiss. We both slowly start to deepen the kiss by pressing our bodies closer together and letting our hands roam freely over each other’s bodies.
Just when things are really starting to heat up, Minho’s voice interrupts us, “Jjong hyung get your hands off Jazzy and go to sleep.”
She let’s out a laugh as she pulls away from me and slides off my body. I feel my body involuntarily shiver at the loss of her body heat. I silently curse at him for ruining the moment and lift my arm up so she can cuddle close to me. She starts to trail lazy kisses from my shoulder to my neck.
“Don’t make me come in there and sleep inbetween you two!” he yells again.
“How the fuck does he know?” I complain as she continues to laugh.
“He is my best friend,” is her response, I feel her body jump a little as I slip my hand under her shirt and begin to rub her back.
“Sometimes I think you two are too close,” I tell her.
“HANDS OFF JONGHYUN HYUNG!”
“Aish! He’s like a def con 3 level cock blocker,” I quickly withdraw my hand from her back and rest it on her shoulder instead. She squirms around in bed beside me for a bit before her head comes to rest on my chest, arms loosely around my waist.
“Just go to sleep sweetie,” she turns her head upward so I can give her a quick peck before I pull the covers over us.
“Night Minho!” I call out in frustration.
*~*
I had been up for a few hours now and had gone on a long jog even though I normally use Sunday as my rest day. I couldn’t sleep last night. No matter what I did, I was up every hour on the hour. So at 4 this morning I gave up and threw on some sweats. I thought that maybe the jog would help clear my mind and tire me out so when I came back I could go back to sleep. I was wrong. I was more awake now and my mind was all over the place. But every single thought I had had one thing in common. Lee Taemin.
“Will you put on a shirt? You can’t just go out there without one,” I hear Jazzy say from the other room.
“Why not? It’s not like you or Minho haven’t seen me without one,” Jonghyun responds.
“Stop arguing with me and just put one on already.”
“Grab me one then.”
“Aigh! I swear! Here!” I hear the door open and watch Jazzy walk out a little flustered.
“Morning Jazzy,” I call from my seat on the recliner.
“Morning. Couldn’t sleep last night huh?” she asks, taking a seat on the couch.
“Nope.”
“Went for a jog?”
“Yup.”
“Didn’t help?”
“Nope.”
“Could be worst.”
“I guess.”
“By the way, Jjongie is a little pissed at you.”
“Why?”
“Because you totally cock blocked him last night.”
“I’m sorry, but the last thing I want to hear is my best friends getting it on in the next room. That’s just awkward.”
“I wouldn’t have let him get that far… again.”
“I know, but he wanted to.”
“Yeah.”
“Morning Minho,” Jonghyun greets me while sitting down beside Jazzy. He still looks tired, I’m guessing the only reason he’s up is because she’s up.
“You look tired,” I state.
“I am.”
“Then go back to sleep.”
“Can’t,” he quickly changes his position so that his head is resting in Jazzy’s lap as he lays on the couch.
“You didn’t have to get up with me,” she tells him as her fingers start to stroke his hair unconsciously.
“I know,” is all he says as his eyes begin to close.
“So what time is everyone coming over?” she asks me.
“Don’t know. Think Taemin will come?”
“It’s his turn to treat, so he better.”
“Don’t cause a scene.”
“I won’t as long as he watches himself.”
“Jazzy.”
“What? It’s my turn to take care of you.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Says you.”
I heart a knock on the door and look over at Jazzy and then back to the door.
“Want me to get it?” she asks.
“No, you’ll wake up the dinosaur if you do,” I point to the now sleeping Jonghyun in her lap.
“So?”
“Don’t be mean, you two just got together.”
“But we’ve been best friends for seven years. He knows me already.”
“Doesn’t matter. Be nice to your new boyfriend,” I tease and I slowly get up from the recliner to answer the door. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding in when I see that it’s Onew and Key at the door.
“Morning!” Onew says a little too loudly.
“Shh, people are still sleeping,” I shush him.
“Oh, my bad,” I see the grin form on his face when he catches sight of the new couple on the couch. Jazzy is looking down at Jonghyun while she continues to stroke his hair, “Did they?”
“Yeah.”
“Finally!”
“What?” Key looks confused as he too spots the couple on the couch, “What’s going on? I’m confused. Why are they?”
“I’ll explain it to you later sweetheart,” Onew tells him and places a kiss on his temple.
“You better,” he replies just when another knock sounds through my apartment. I know who it is on the other side of the door. Part of me wants to answer it because I do still love him, but the other part, the part that is still hurt and frustrated, wants to just let him stand there. That part is more dominant.
“Minho? Aren’t you going to get that?” Key asks me.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah,” I walk back over to the door and open it. I immediately melt at the sight of him. He doesn’t look like his normal cheerful self. He looks a little upset standing there with drinks and food in both hands. He looks like he’s had a rough night as well.
“Need help with that?” I ask through clenched teeth and he just nods. I lean over and grab the drink carriers and when our skin brushes I feel the all-too-familiar electric shock pulse through my body. I try to ignore it and head back into my apartment with him following after me.
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 2min, taemin/sulli, minho/oc, jonghyun/oc, key/onew
Genre: AU, romance, comedy
Summary: There are two different sides to Choi Minho. The Minho playing sports who is too competitive for his own good. The one that a good portion of the student body swooned over as they watched him run around and kick ass in whatever he was doing. The one that everyone wanted to hang out with and be friends (or sometimes more than friends) with. But that Minho was gone the moment he stepped out of the locker room after practice or a game. Then there was the Minho who liked to be left alone. Who always hid behind his glasses and a book. The more prominent one. The one that no one realized was the same person they cheered for during games. He preferred to be this Minho though. But there was one thing that both sides of him had in common. He was in love with Lee Taemin. The only problem? Taemin already had a girlfriend and together they made the perfect couple. The couple everyone envied, but loved at the same time.
A/N: I don't have anything to say, but I'm used to putting an author's note for all my entries. So um... I had french toast for breakfast and it was yummy. HAPPY READING! COMMENTS=SWEET 2MIN LOVE! keke ^^
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Jonghyun hyung!” I jump a little and turn to the person who just shouted my name.
“What?” I give him a confused look.
“Tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.”
“Depends on what you think I did.”
“I can only imagine what you did seeing how Jazzy came out of the guestroom wearing YOUR boxers and shorts and you just came out of the room in just boxers. Please tell me you didn’t,” his question is posed to the both of us as he looks at each of us in turn. I didn’t notice that Jazzy was wearing my clothes until he mentioned it. It definitely made sense why I couldn’t find them just now. She looks damn sexy in them. I unconsciously lick my lips as I continue to stare at her.
“Is someone going to answer me or not?” Minho sighs.
“Aren’t you happy that we’re finally together? Now you don’t have to listen to us complain,” I answer as I finish making my way towards them. I automatically sit beside Jazzy and wrap my arms round her waist.
“But hyung you know she’s sick. You could have waited until she was better to do THAT.”
“I’m not that sick Minho,” she argues.
“Your fever came back last night.”
“And it went away this morning.”
“Still…”
“You don’t have to be so worried about me all the time Minho,” she places a comforting hand on his arm.
“I know. It’s a habit though,” his hand comes to rest on hers and any other guy would be jealous at his show of affection, but I didn’t mind it. It’s just the way they are and the way they have been since I’ve known them.
“I’ll worry enough for the both of us Minho,” I joke and he gives a short laugh.
“I am happy for you two. Onew hyung and I were going to make it our mission to get you two together by the end of the year, but I guess you guys didn’t need our help.”
“You two were trying to play matchmaker?” Jazzy laughs.
“Yeah, what’s so funny about that?”
“You can’t even confess to the boy you love on your own and Onew hyung is too busy with his diva boyfriend to have time for anything else,” I answer.
“Plus, what have you done to try to get us together? It’s almost the end of the year and had we not confessed tonight, we wouldn’t be any closer to confessing than we were in high school,” she adds.
“Actually,” I look at her, “I was going to confess when I came here. That’s why I wanted to spend time alone with you. I was tired of waiting on the sidelines and figured it was now or never.”
“That’s not the point sweetie,” she pats my cheek, “The point is that those two are failures in matchmaking.”
“We are not failures. We did have something planned,” Minho tries to defend himself and Onew, but Jazzy just waves it off like it’s nothing.
“It’s getting late,” I say, “We should all get some rest.”
“Is that what you’re calling it hyung?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw the way you were eyeing Jazzy.”
“What?” I try to play innocent.
“Don’t try to act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” I shrug in response and he gets up off the couch to go to his room. Before he’s completely out of sight, he turns back to us and there’s fire in his eyes, “I’m glad you two are together, but if you hurt her in any way, shape, or form, if you make her cry one single tear, if you even look at her the wrong way, regardless of you being my best friend, I will kill you.”
“Minho!” I hear her gasp beside me and I stare at him in shock.
“Night!” he smiles and disappears into his room.
“Don’t take what he just said to heart, he was just joking,” she tries to tell me as she shifts in my arms to face me. I try to believe her, but I know otherwise. The way he looked at me with that flaming stare, I knew he meant every single word.
“Let’s go to bed,” I say, trying to shake off the feeling Minho gave me with that stare.
“In a minute,” she wriggles free of my grasp on her and makes her way towards the door.
“Um, Jazzy, where are you going?” I start to follow her, slightly confused.
“To give the idiot a piece of my mind and perhaps a hit or two.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s none of your concern sweetie,” she stopped and turned to face me, “Just go to bed, I’ll be there in a little bit.”
“No. What are you about to do?”
“Nothing,” she gives me a quick peck on the lips, “Just go, I promise I’ll be right there.”
“Okay, just don’t do anything stupid,” I hesitantly turn and begin to make my way back to the guestroom.
*~*
I’m sitting on my couch again, completely in a daze after what just happened. Sulli is kissing my neck and I don’t pay any attention to her. I barely even feel her beside me. All I can see is Minho and the look on his face when he came back to get his bag. All I can feel is the coldness that was emanating from his body as he asked for it back and the slow ache in my heart. What have I done?
I’m a little caught off guard when I feel something against my lips. First because I wasn’t expecting it. Second because the first thing that popped into my mind was the memory of Minho’s lips against mine. I don’t respond to these lips though. Not even a little bit. I can’t respond to them. It just doesn’t feel right.
“Honey,” I hear her complain.
“I think you should go home Sulli,” I say as I pull away from her grasp.
“What?”
“It’s getting late,” I stand up and pull her off the couch, “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.”
“Is everything okay?” she asks me as we make our way out of my apartment.
“Everything is fine. I’m just really tired.”
“Well I don’t have to go back to my dorm. I could spend the night here, not like it’ll be the first time.”
“No, I’ll walk you home,” I grab her coat off the chair and help her put it on.
“Are you sure everything is okay? You seem out of it. Are you mad me?”
“No,” I open the door at the exact same time the door across the hall opens up. A little hope flutters around as I picture a familiar face, but it’s quickly smacked away when I see a pissed off looking Jazzy standing in the doorway instead.
“Jazzy unnie?” Sulli says from beside me.
“Hi Sulli,” the girl responds coldly, eyes never leaving me though. I watch as Sulli eyes her up and down with a look that could burn. It amused me how threatened Sulli felt whenever she was around Jazzy. But this time it seemed far more prominent than the other times. Perhaps it was because even though Jazzy was glaring at me through heated eyes, she still looked incredibly alluring in that shirt and boxers. I wondered for a second if they were Minho’s and got a little jealous of the thought. And the picture of when I first ran into the two of them in the hall flashes in my mind. She was wearing his clothes then, so she was probably wearing it now as well.
Even though Minho told me flat out that they weren’t dating, I still felt jealous of her. I was jealous at how close they were. So close that everyone just assumes that they are dating. I’m jealous because I want to be that close to him. I’m jealous because I’ve fucked up big time with him and I doubt he’ll be able to forgive me like he would forgive her.
She’s about to open her mouth to say something when another figure joins her at the door. It’s Jonghyun and slight awkwardness wafts around us when I realize he’s only in boxers. I notice Sulli eyeing him with my peripheral vision. I kind see the lust in her eyes as they make their way over his body and I feel a little annoyed.
“Jazzy, don’t,” he says as he grabs her hand.
“Jjongie, I thought I told you to go to bed.”
“You did, but then I realized what you said and decided to come get you.”
“Go to bed.”
“Not without you,” he whispers in her ear, intending only her to hear it, but I caught it none the less.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Sulli,” I roll my eyes as she sticks her hand out, lust still dancing around in the way she’s looking at him.
“Jonghyun,” he starts to reach his hand out to shake hers, but Jazzy slaps it away and Sulli gives her a dirty look.
“Go back to bed,” she says once again, returning Sulli’s look with one of her own.
“Only if you go to bed too,” he says with a firm tone in his voice.
“I said I need to talk to Taemin.”
“It can wait until morning, it’s late,” he grabs her hand and starts to pull her back into the apartment, “It was nice meeting you Sulli and Taemin we’ll see you in the morning. It’s your turn to buy right?”
“Um, yeah,” I can tell that Jazzy is none to please with me and the talk she wanted to have would probably be more like her shouting at me and me unable to respond.
“Night!” he smiles at us, “Jazzy tell them good night.”
“No,” she huffs.
“Don’t be rude, tell them good night or,” I can’t hear the rest because he’s whispering it in her ear.
“Fine, night,” she says a small smile playing at her lips and with that he pulls her back into the apartment and it’s just me and Sulli in the hall again.
“Who is that guy?” Sulli asks me as we begin to walk towards the elevators.
“Onew hyung’s cousin and Minho’s best friend.”
“Does he go to our school? I’m sure I would’ve seen him before if he did.”
“No, he’s just visiting.”
“Oh,” I catch the disappointment in her voice, “What was he talking about it being your turn to buy?”
“We’ve all been getting together in the morning for breakfast lately. We have a rotation for who buys when.”
“Who is ‘we’?” there’s jealousy in her voice now.
“Onew hyung, Key hyung, Jonghyun hyung, Jazzy, and Minho,” the last name comes out leaves a stinging pain in my heart.
“Oh. Can I join you guys tomorrow?”
I really don’t want her to and I know that Key would hate me if I did let her, but I can’t come up with a good reason why she can’t. We never said that other people aren’t allowed to join us.
“I don’t know. I’ll have to ask them first.”
“Do you not want me there? Are you embarrassed of me or something?” she asks and now there’s hurt in her voice. Jeez, she was going through emotions like there’s no other tonight.
“No, of course not babe. It’s just that I want to make sure everyone is okay with it.”
“Is there a reason why they wouldn’t be?”
I want to say yes, but decide that’s probably not the best answer, “Let me just ask them first and then if they say okay, you can join us next time okay?”
“Whatever,” she pouts and the rest of the walk she’s giving me the cold shoulder.
*~*
“I thought I told you to go to bed first,” Jazzy complained as I pulled her back to the room.
“You did, but then I realized what you said and knew now wasn’t the time to do it,” I answer.
“And why not? No one hurts Minho like that and gets away with it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sure you figured out that Minho likes Taemin.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of obvious.”
“I know right? Anyways, I guess they made out a little tonight.”
“That’s good.”
“That’s what I thought, but then Taemin does a 180 after they stop and says it shouldn’t have happened. So now Minho is upset because he just got rejected in the worst way possible. Taemin played with his feelings and I won’t let him get away unscathed for it,” she’s clearly livid at this point and I bring her over to the bed to sit down.
“Calm down baby,” I begin to rub her arms.
“I can’t. Minho has always watched over me and made sure I never got hurt. It’s my turn to do the same for him.”
“I know, but right now is not the time. It’s late and I’m sure the other neighbors won’t be happy if you go over there and start scolding Taemin.”
“You’re probably right.”
“What is this I hear? Jazzy giving in so easily and willingly?” I give a mock shocked expression.
“Well it’s kind of hard not to give in when you’re sitting there in just boxers. Which by the way, you couldn’t throw on a shirt before coming to get me?”
“You’re wearing my shirt from earlier and I wasn’t about to wear yours. That would just be weird.”
“You could’ve gotten another one from your suitcase.”
“That would have taken time and I was too lazy. Why? You don’t like what you see.”
“I never said that,” even though it’s dark I can still make out the light red that’s starting to grace her cheeks.
“So what’s the problem?”
“Um… this,” she gestures to my bare chest, “Is for me only.”
“Is it? Maybe you should come and mark your territory then,” I give her a suggestive smile as I scoot up on the bed.
“I just might have to. I saw the way Sulli was staring at you, I was about to offer her a napkin to wipe the drool off her face,” she moves up to sit beside me.
“Jealous much?” I pull her down on top of me.
“A little.”
“Oh?”
“Well yeah. The last thing I want to see is some girl eating up my boyfriend with her eyes.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. Have I told you how sexy you look in my clothes?”
“No.”
“You look sexy in my clothes,” I bring my lips to meet hers in a sweet kiss. We both slowly start to deepen the kiss by pressing our bodies closer together and letting our hands roam freely over each other’s bodies.
Just when things are really starting to heat up, Minho’s voice interrupts us, “Jjong hyung get your hands off Jazzy and go to sleep.”
She let’s out a laugh as she pulls away from me and slides off my body. I feel my body involuntarily shiver at the loss of her body heat. I silently curse at him for ruining the moment and lift my arm up so she can cuddle close to me. She starts to trail lazy kisses from my shoulder to my neck.
“Don’t make me come in there and sleep inbetween you two!” he yells again.
“How the fuck does he know?” I complain as she continues to laugh.
“He is my best friend,” is her response, I feel her body jump a little as I slip my hand under her shirt and begin to rub her back.
“Sometimes I think you two are too close,” I tell her.
“HANDS OFF JONGHYUN HYUNG!”
“Aish! He’s like a def con 3 level cock blocker,” I quickly withdraw my hand from her back and rest it on her shoulder instead. She squirms around in bed beside me for a bit before her head comes to rest on my chest, arms loosely around my waist.
“Just go to sleep sweetie,” she turns her head upward so I can give her a quick peck before I pull the covers over us.
“Night Minho!” I call out in frustration.
*~*
I had been up for a few hours now and had gone on a long jog even though I normally use Sunday as my rest day. I couldn’t sleep last night. No matter what I did, I was up every hour on the hour. So at 4 this morning I gave up and threw on some sweats. I thought that maybe the jog would help clear my mind and tire me out so when I came back I could go back to sleep. I was wrong. I was more awake now and my mind was all over the place. But every single thought I had had one thing in common. Lee Taemin.
“Will you put on a shirt? You can’t just go out there without one,” I hear Jazzy say from the other room.
“Why not? It’s not like you or Minho haven’t seen me without one,” Jonghyun responds.
“Stop arguing with me and just put one on already.”
“Grab me one then.”
“Aigh! I swear! Here!” I hear the door open and watch Jazzy walk out a little flustered.
“Morning Jazzy,” I call from my seat on the recliner.
“Morning. Couldn’t sleep last night huh?” she asks, taking a seat on the couch.
“Nope.”
“Went for a jog?”
“Yup.”
“Didn’t help?”
“Nope.”
“Could be worst.”
“I guess.”
“By the way, Jjongie is a little pissed at you.”
“Why?”
“Because you totally cock blocked him last night.”
“I’m sorry, but the last thing I want to hear is my best friends getting it on in the next room. That’s just awkward.”
“I wouldn’t have let him get that far… again.”
“I know, but he wanted to.”
“Yeah.”
“Morning Minho,” Jonghyun greets me while sitting down beside Jazzy. He still looks tired, I’m guessing the only reason he’s up is because she’s up.
“You look tired,” I state.
“I am.”
“Then go back to sleep.”
“Can’t,” he quickly changes his position so that his head is resting in Jazzy’s lap as he lays on the couch.
“You didn’t have to get up with me,” she tells him as her fingers start to stroke his hair unconsciously.
“I know,” is all he says as his eyes begin to close.
“So what time is everyone coming over?” she asks me.
“Don’t know. Think Taemin will come?”
“It’s his turn to treat, so he better.”
“Don’t cause a scene.”
“I won’t as long as he watches himself.”
“Jazzy.”
“What? It’s my turn to take care of you.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Says you.”
I heart a knock on the door and look over at Jazzy and then back to the door.
“Want me to get it?” she asks.
“No, you’ll wake up the dinosaur if you do,” I point to the now sleeping Jonghyun in her lap.
“So?”
“Don’t be mean, you two just got together.”
“But we’ve been best friends for seven years. He knows me already.”
“Doesn’t matter. Be nice to your new boyfriend,” I tease and I slowly get up from the recliner to answer the door. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding in when I see that it’s Onew and Key at the door.
“Morning!” Onew says a little too loudly.
“Shh, people are still sleeping,” I shush him.
“Oh, my bad,” I see the grin form on his face when he catches sight of the new couple on the couch. Jazzy is looking down at Jonghyun while she continues to stroke his hair, “Did they?”
“Yeah.”
“Finally!”
“What?” Key looks confused as he too spots the couple on the couch, “What’s going on? I’m confused. Why are they?”
“I’ll explain it to you later sweetheart,” Onew tells him and places a kiss on his temple.
“You better,” he replies just when another knock sounds through my apartment. I know who it is on the other side of the door. Part of me wants to answer it because I do still love him, but the other part, the part that is still hurt and frustrated, wants to just let him stand there. That part is more dominant.
“Minho? Aren’t you going to get that?” Key asks me.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah,” I walk back over to the door and open it. I immediately melt at the sight of him. He doesn’t look like his normal cheerful self. He looks a little upset standing there with drinks and food in both hands. He looks like he’s had a rough night as well.
“Need help with that?” I ask through clenched teeth and he just nods. I lean over and grab the drink carriers and when our skin brushes I feel the all-too-familiar electric shock pulse through my body. I try to ignore it and head back into my apartment with him following after me.