The Fairest Of Them All - Epilogue
Title: The Fairest Of Them All - Epilogue
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13
A/N: It was really pretty this weekend so I was out for most of it and got a nasty sunburn. :( I’m back though and I wrote this and while I love writing crack and this fantasy world it has to come to an end. *collective sigh* I know I know. *passes candy out to the readers* Again thank you all for reading, I really appreciate it~~
Maybe I’ll get inspired to write more cracky stuff in the future. :] For now, say bye-bye to Dreamteamia and Coolcatopia and their wacky citizens, as well as Venus Flytrap and Mr. Centaur! :]
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Jinki continued to follow the random flower growths until he came across the storage unit door, the bleak wood staring at him, paint chipping in some places and the lettering on it faded. The flowers were peeking out from under the door, though, so Key was obviously in there.
What the hell was he doing in the storage closet.
Taking a few steps back, Jinki stared at the flowers. They were as bright and happy as they had been in his dreams, and they smelled the same too, but it just didn’t make sense.
He had clearly and obviously woken up from his dream and been put back into the real world, much to his dismay, but Key was prancing around and sprouting wildlife and sweating sparkles and that just didn’t happen in the real world.
Unless Jinki had fallen asleep again?
Pinching himself, he winced at the sharp sting in his arm and decided that he was very much awake.
Leaning against the wall opposite, he glanced around.
No sign of any of the other members and it was time for them to get back on the radio show… but an intercom would have politely told the boys to come back to the studio. It was five minutes past and surely the MC hadn’t forgotten about them?
Scratching his cheek, Jinki stared at the door across from him.
He could still feel Key’s body on his, feel the heat from his slender frame as he worked himself on Jinki’s dick, could still taste him on his tongue and he just wanted more but Key had disappeared.
Into the storage closet.
Folding his arms over his chest he stared at the door for a few moments longer; it was completely silent in the hallway and he was so absorbed in trying to figure out what was real and what was a dream, that when a hand connected with his shoulder he yelped and nearly jumped out of his skin, knees buckling and sending him straight to the floor.
“Oh, hyung,” Minho blinked down at the fallen leader before helping him up, dusting him off. “Where’s Key?”
Jinki blinked at Minho’s impossibly small face for a second, before pointing at the storage closet door.
Minho glanced over and arched a brow, before he smiled and clapped Jinki on the shoulder.
“Good work, Jinki,” the rapper said, before he walked over to the door and opened it, going inside of the closet and shutting the door behind him.
Jinki stared as a bright white light flashed through the crack at the bottom of the door by the floor, and once again was engulfed in silence.
“Wha…”
“Hyung!”
Taemin’s voice rang out and Jinki turned to see him and Jonghyun skipping down the hallway hand in hand, a flower wreathe in Taemin’s hair and no shoes on his feet and puppy ears sprouting from Jonghyun’s head.
“You found the door!” Taemin exclaimed excitedly, twirling around on a foot before going to it and opening it.
It was empty, full of brooms and dust pans, mops and buckets.
Where had Minho gone?
Jinki blinked stupidly as Jonghyun gave a bright grin, tail wagging, and followed Taemin, the pair waving to Jinki before shutting the door, that white light escaping the space beneath the door and the floor once again.
“What…?”
Heart thumping in his chest, Jinki just processed the fact that a storage closet had eaten his band mates. The flowers were still on the floor, moving in an invisible breeze, beckoning Jinki closer. He stared down at them and his heart leapt up into his throat, panic starting to settle into his gut as adrenaline started to override it.
He took a step forward and reached out towards the handle, his hands and fingers trembling. What could be on the other side of that door? How did his members all disappear like that? Would he be lead back to the land of Dreamteamia and Coolcatopia? Was his dream merging with reality?
Were doctors going to run up and get him in a straight jacket and cart him off to the loony bin?
Steeling his resolve, Jinki reached forward and touched the door of the handle.
“Yah!!”
Jumping three feet in the air, Jinki landed on his ass and nearly broke his neck with how fast he whipped his head around to see Key walking up towards him.
“You’re not in the closet?” Jinki asked.
“You idiot, everyone knows I’m gay.” Key rolled his eyes and hauled Jinki up by the scruff of his collar. “What are you doing out here?”
“I-” Jinki glanced back and forth between Key and the door rapidly. “I - er…”
Key rolled his eyes again and reached for the handle of the door, “You’re supposed to be in there, retard.” Key swung open the door and a mop fell out.
Jinki stared at it. “I don’t fucking get it.”
Key smacked him upside the head, “Don’t cuss. Get your ass in there.”
“You’re a bad role model,” Jinki pouted, but moved into the closet as Key shuffled him in, the diva picking up the mop and setting it upright once again.
“Are you ready?” Key asked, shutting the door and completely encasing them in darkness.
“I don’t understand,” Jinki said again, as Key pressed against his chest, the leader’s hands automatically resting on his hips. “I… This is all a dream, right? I’m going to wake up as soon as that bright light comes?”
Key chuckled and Jinki could see him shaking his head in the dark.
“No, Jinki.” Key wrapped his arms around Jinki’s neck. “You’ve been asleep your whole life.” He pressed a soft kiss to Jinki’s lips. “It’s time to wake up.”
Frowning, Jinki just blinked in confusion. “But… But none of this can happen, it just can’t, it’s all just ridiculous, and--”
Key put a finger to Jinki’s lips. “Isn’t this the kind of reality you wanted?”
“I want a reality with you. I don’t want to live in a fantasy world, Kibum,” Jinki was getting desperate, verbally grabbing at whatever rope he could, before he physically took ahold of Key’s hoodie. “Please, Kibum, don’t take me back there. I’d rather live in a world where I could be your friend, in reality, where I could be by your side as just a bandmate than in a made-up dream land where nothing is bound by the laws of physics and Taemin is a flower child and Minho’s negative points are way too noticeable and Jonghyun is even more of a puppy.
I don’t want that, I want the tiring exhausting life of an idol, I want to have sleepless nights of recording and learning a new song, of dance practice because I can’t get it right, where I can’t get the moves down but you’re there to help me and teach me them. I want to wake up in the morning after you so you can brew me a cup of coffee and hand me the newspaper. I want the life where sometimes Taemin rolls over into my bed when he has nightmares, I want the life where Minho’s legs are so long sometimes he kicks me in the spleen in his sleep, I want the life where Jonghyun sings in his sleep and rolls out of his bunk and lands on top of me. I want the life on stage with my fans and you guys next to me, I want the life of the closest friends, the closest family I’ve ever had, I just…”
Jinki paused, then, licking his lips and letting out a shuddery breath as he stared at the dark silhouette of Key in front of him.
“I want you, but if I can’t have you in the real world, then I don’t want you in the dream world, where everything just goes my way because that’s how I will it.”
He couldn’t believe he was saying this. He had Key right here, he had this beautiful vixen in his arms and wanting him, wanting to marry him, wanting to kiss and hold and touch him and it hurt so bad that them having sex was a figment of Jinki’s imagination.
His stomach clenched and he almost doubled over from the pain in his chest, but stayed upright as he sealed his words.
“I want to live in my reality, not my fantasy.”
He could see the glint of Key’s white teeth in the darkness as the other smiled, he could see the glimmer in the Prince’s eyes, but in the darkness of the closet, he could hear Key’s heart falling to the floor and shattering into pieces.
“I have faith in you, Jinki,” Key said, then, gently removing Jinki’s fingers from his death grip on his hoodie.
Furrowing his brow in confusion, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes as Key stepped away from him and his hands dropped limply to his sides. His fingers itched and twitched to pull Key back to his chest, to take back his whole speech because God he wanted Key so bad that it hurt, and this Key wanted him and loved him but Jinki couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t take those kisses that he had fabricated in his mind.
“Don’t look so sad, idiot,” Key said, reaching up and cupping Jinki’s face. “Trust me. You made the right choice.”
A lingering kiss was placed on Jinki’s lips and he tried not to melt into it.
“I promise you, Jinki. You’ll be happy.”
That blinding white light flared and Jinki closed his eyes and covered them with his hands, flinching back. His world spun for a few split seconds and suddenly he was falling back into a chair, his pants around his knees and his shirt up to his armpits, a warm weight in his lap, a familiar taste on his lips, a heart beat thumping in time with his own…
“Mmm…~”
Key murmured above him and turned around just as Jinki opened his eyes and took in his surroundings, his heart beating erratically in his chest and sweat drying on his brow. Had he just dreamt, again?
Key was pulling himself off of his lap and wobbling for a second, pulling a handkerchief out of his jacket and cleaning himself up, and then gingerly cleaning Jinki up as well with a small smile. Just as the younger stood up and fixed his pants and turned to leave, Jinki’s hand shot out and grabbed Key’s wrist, halting the rapper from going any further.
The diva blinked in confusion and glanced down at Jinki’s hand; Jinki scrambled to adjust his pants with one hand before he stood up and brought Key to his chest tightly, embracing him in a warm hug.
“You’re real, right?”
Key was frozen as he awkwardly pat Jinki’s back, “Uhm… yes?”
“You’re not a Princess? I mean, Prince?” Jinki’s eyes were closed as he asked these questions through gritted teeth, hope spiking in his chest.
“No, hyung,” he could hear Key’s eyes rolling in his sockets. “What’s the matter with you? I’m not that far out of your league.”
A smile split Jinki’s lips and he pulled back, cupping Key’s face gently and searching those feline eyes.
“You’re so beautiful Kibum, you’re perfect and amazing and I’ve never told you before,” Jinki swallowed the lump in his throat, pausing to wet his tongue. “Please don’t frolic into the storage closet and leave me behind.”
Key’s eyebrows rose in amusement and he let out a small, harmless laugh, “You are never allowed to have chocolate before you go to bed, ever again.”
Jinki smiled, feeling completely weightless as he wrapped his arms around Key’s waist and lifted him up, spinning them around. Key squealed and flailed a little bit, and in Jinki’s mind the Heavens opened up, angels sang and sparkles glittered around them as romantic harps played in the background.
He set Key down gently and pressed a warm kiss to his lips. “Be mine, Kibum, please.”
Key laughed and hit Jinki’s chest lightly, “I just gave you my virginity, is that not enough?”
Jinki shook his head and spun them around once more, kissing each of Key’s cheeks. “It’s more than enough.”
Key laughed and bat at Jinki’s hands and face, “Aish, knock it off you’re too sappy.” But the smile on his lips belied his words completely.
Jinki took his hand and opened the door of the room they were in, just in time to watch as Jonghyun ran by, shrieking.
“GOD DAMN IT MINHO!! YOU’RE DEAD FOR THIS!”
Jinki caught sight of a venus flytrap stuck in the singer’s hair, Minho chuckling darkly and slowly ambling after.
“If you keep running, hyung, it’s just going to get angry and eat your hair.”
“NOT THE HAIR!!!”
Taemin smiled and followed in Minho’s wake, sipping on banana milk, his feet bare but no flowers on his head as he turned and smiled at Key and Jinki.
“Oh, there you two are,” he said, smiling and skipping over. “Kibummie hyung, Jonghyunnie hyung called you fat again.”
Key’s eyes flashed dangerously and Jinki’s mind conjured steam coming out of his ears and horns sprouting on his head, “What a little-”
“Minho’s taking care of it,” Jinki quickly said, the three glancing down at the end of the hallway, where Jonghyun was crying and Minho was trying to carefully pry the flytrap out of his hair.
“Kibummie hyung,” Taemin said, making the older two glance at him. “Everyone keeps asking me sex ed questions but no one ever taught me it and I seem too innocent on the shows.” He pouted. Jinki has the idle thought that yeah, you are innocent, you’re the maknae. “Can you teach me sex ed?”
Key blinked, then laughed and patted Jinki on the cheek, “That’s your job, appa.”
Jinki sputtered as Key frolicked off, sans flowers sprouting from the ground, and started to help Minho get the plant out of the still crying Jonghyun’s hair. He looked to Taemin, who in turn looked hopeful, and then smiled awkwardly and pat Taemin’s head.
“M-Maybe the internet could help you…”
Taemin whined, “That’s what everyone says but I wanna know! Haven’t you had sex, hyung?”
Jinki flushed darkly and choked on his spit, “Ah, well uhm. That’s… see, I ate cake before I went to bed last night, which you should never do, it’s really bad and you could gain weight. I had this really strange dream and I woke up from it but I must not have been completely awake because I dreamt again but then told the dream I was done with it and now I’m awake.”
Taemin blinked. “That has nothing to do with my question.”
Jinki turned around and stumbled towards the radio station, rubbing his head and running into the door three times before he actually opened it.
He was never eating before bed ever, ever again.
He sat down in his chair and Key sat down next to him this time, his hand resting on Jinki’s thigh under the table as he snuck a glance to see the rapper’s bright, smiling face.
It felt good to be awake.
Because now he realized that he was really living a dream; the most perfect dream anyone could dream.
"Ouch, damn it Minho be gentle!"
"Sorry hyung, I forget that you're a delicate flower."
"I wasn't one last night~"
"What's that mean, hyung?"
"IF YOU TWO GIVE MY PRECIOUS SON AN IMPROMPTU SEX ED LESSON BOTH OF YOUR DICKS ARE MINE!" Key shrieked.
Jinki thunked his forehead on the table and heaved a sigh.
"I want my mommy."
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: PG-13
A/N: It was really pretty this weekend so I was out for most of it and got a nasty sunburn. :( I’m back though and I wrote this and while I love writing crack and this fantasy world it has to come to an end. *collective sigh* I know I know. *passes candy out to the readers* Again thank you all for reading, I really appreciate it~~
Maybe I’ll get inspired to write more cracky stuff in the future. :] For now, say bye-bye to Dreamteamia and Coolcatopia and their wacky citizens, as well as Venus Flytrap and Mr. Centaur! :]
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Jinki continued to follow the random flower growths until he came across the storage unit door, the bleak wood staring at him, paint chipping in some places and the lettering on it faded. The flowers were peeking out from under the door, though, so Key was obviously in there.
What the hell was he doing in the storage closet.
Taking a few steps back, Jinki stared at the flowers. They were as bright and happy as they had been in his dreams, and they smelled the same too, but it just didn’t make sense.
He had clearly and obviously woken up from his dream and been put back into the real world, much to his dismay, but Key was prancing around and sprouting wildlife and sweating sparkles and that just didn’t happen in the real world.
Unless Jinki had fallen asleep again?
Pinching himself, he winced at the sharp sting in his arm and decided that he was very much awake.
Leaning against the wall opposite, he glanced around.
No sign of any of the other members and it was time for them to get back on the radio show… but an intercom would have politely told the boys to come back to the studio. It was five minutes past and surely the MC hadn’t forgotten about them?
Scratching his cheek, Jinki stared at the door across from him.
He could still feel Key’s body on his, feel the heat from his slender frame as he worked himself on Jinki’s dick, could still taste him on his tongue and he just wanted more but Key had disappeared.
Into the storage closet.
Folding his arms over his chest he stared at the door for a few moments longer; it was completely silent in the hallway and he was so absorbed in trying to figure out what was real and what was a dream, that when a hand connected with his shoulder he yelped and nearly jumped out of his skin, knees buckling and sending him straight to the floor.
“Oh, hyung,” Minho blinked down at the fallen leader before helping him up, dusting him off. “Where’s Key?”
Jinki blinked at Minho’s impossibly small face for a second, before pointing at the storage closet door.
Minho glanced over and arched a brow, before he smiled and clapped Jinki on the shoulder.
“Good work, Jinki,” the rapper said, before he walked over to the door and opened it, going inside of the closet and shutting the door behind him.
Jinki stared as a bright white light flashed through the crack at the bottom of the door by the floor, and once again was engulfed in silence.
“Wha…”
“Hyung!”
Taemin’s voice rang out and Jinki turned to see him and Jonghyun skipping down the hallway hand in hand, a flower wreathe in Taemin’s hair and no shoes on his feet and puppy ears sprouting from Jonghyun’s head.
“You found the door!” Taemin exclaimed excitedly, twirling around on a foot before going to it and opening it.
It was empty, full of brooms and dust pans, mops and buckets.
Where had Minho gone?
Jinki blinked stupidly as Jonghyun gave a bright grin, tail wagging, and followed Taemin, the pair waving to Jinki before shutting the door, that white light escaping the space beneath the door and the floor once again.
“What…?”
Heart thumping in his chest, Jinki just processed the fact that a storage closet had eaten his band mates. The flowers were still on the floor, moving in an invisible breeze, beckoning Jinki closer. He stared down at them and his heart leapt up into his throat, panic starting to settle into his gut as adrenaline started to override it.
He took a step forward and reached out towards the handle, his hands and fingers trembling. What could be on the other side of that door? How did his members all disappear like that? Would he be lead back to the land of Dreamteamia and Coolcatopia? Was his dream merging with reality?
Were doctors going to run up and get him in a straight jacket and cart him off to the loony bin?
Steeling his resolve, Jinki reached forward and touched the door of the handle.
“Yah!!”
Jumping three feet in the air, Jinki landed on his ass and nearly broke his neck with how fast he whipped his head around to see Key walking up towards him.
“You’re not in the closet?” Jinki asked.
“You idiot, everyone knows I’m gay.” Key rolled his eyes and hauled Jinki up by the scruff of his collar. “What are you doing out here?”
“I-” Jinki glanced back and forth between Key and the door rapidly. “I - er…”
Key rolled his eyes again and reached for the handle of the door, “You’re supposed to be in there, retard.” Key swung open the door and a mop fell out.
Jinki stared at it. “I don’t fucking get it.”
Key smacked him upside the head, “Don’t cuss. Get your ass in there.”
“You’re a bad role model,” Jinki pouted, but moved into the closet as Key shuffled him in, the diva picking up the mop and setting it upright once again.
“Are you ready?” Key asked, shutting the door and completely encasing them in darkness.
“I don’t understand,” Jinki said again, as Key pressed against his chest, the leader’s hands automatically resting on his hips. “I… This is all a dream, right? I’m going to wake up as soon as that bright light comes?”
Key chuckled and Jinki could see him shaking his head in the dark.
“No, Jinki.” Key wrapped his arms around Jinki’s neck. “You’ve been asleep your whole life.” He pressed a soft kiss to Jinki’s lips. “It’s time to wake up.”
Frowning, Jinki just blinked in confusion. “But… But none of this can happen, it just can’t, it’s all just ridiculous, and--”
Key put a finger to Jinki’s lips. “Isn’t this the kind of reality you wanted?”
“I want a reality with you. I don’t want to live in a fantasy world, Kibum,” Jinki was getting desperate, verbally grabbing at whatever rope he could, before he physically took ahold of Key’s hoodie. “Please, Kibum, don’t take me back there. I’d rather live in a world where I could be your friend, in reality, where I could be by your side as just a bandmate than in a made-up dream land where nothing is bound by the laws of physics and Taemin is a flower child and Minho’s negative points are way too noticeable and Jonghyun is even more of a puppy.
I don’t want that, I want the tiring exhausting life of an idol, I want to have sleepless nights of recording and learning a new song, of dance practice because I can’t get it right, where I can’t get the moves down but you’re there to help me and teach me them. I want to wake up in the morning after you so you can brew me a cup of coffee and hand me the newspaper. I want the life where sometimes Taemin rolls over into my bed when he has nightmares, I want the life where Minho’s legs are so long sometimes he kicks me in the spleen in his sleep, I want the life where Jonghyun sings in his sleep and rolls out of his bunk and lands on top of me. I want the life on stage with my fans and you guys next to me, I want the life of the closest friends, the closest family I’ve ever had, I just…”
Jinki paused, then, licking his lips and letting out a shuddery breath as he stared at the dark silhouette of Key in front of him.
“I want you, but if I can’t have you in the real world, then I don’t want you in the dream world, where everything just goes my way because that’s how I will it.”
He couldn’t believe he was saying this. He had Key right here, he had this beautiful vixen in his arms and wanting him, wanting to marry him, wanting to kiss and hold and touch him and it hurt so bad that them having sex was a figment of Jinki’s imagination.
His stomach clenched and he almost doubled over from the pain in his chest, but stayed upright as he sealed his words.
“I want to live in my reality, not my fantasy.”
He could see the glint of Key’s white teeth in the darkness as the other smiled, he could see the glimmer in the Prince’s eyes, but in the darkness of the closet, he could hear Key’s heart falling to the floor and shattering into pieces.
“I have faith in you, Jinki,” Key said, then, gently removing Jinki’s fingers from his death grip on his hoodie.
Furrowing his brow in confusion, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes as Key stepped away from him and his hands dropped limply to his sides. His fingers itched and twitched to pull Key back to his chest, to take back his whole speech because God he wanted Key so bad that it hurt, and this Key wanted him and loved him but Jinki couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t take those kisses that he had fabricated in his mind.
“Don’t look so sad, idiot,” Key said, reaching up and cupping Jinki’s face. “Trust me. You made the right choice.”
A lingering kiss was placed on Jinki’s lips and he tried not to melt into it.
“I promise you, Jinki. You’ll be happy.”
That blinding white light flared and Jinki closed his eyes and covered them with his hands, flinching back. His world spun for a few split seconds and suddenly he was falling back into a chair, his pants around his knees and his shirt up to his armpits, a warm weight in his lap, a familiar taste on his lips, a heart beat thumping in time with his own…
“Mmm…~”
Key murmured above him and turned around just as Jinki opened his eyes and took in his surroundings, his heart beating erratically in his chest and sweat drying on his brow. Had he just dreamt, again?
Key was pulling himself off of his lap and wobbling for a second, pulling a handkerchief out of his jacket and cleaning himself up, and then gingerly cleaning Jinki up as well with a small smile. Just as the younger stood up and fixed his pants and turned to leave, Jinki’s hand shot out and grabbed Key’s wrist, halting the rapper from going any further.
The diva blinked in confusion and glanced down at Jinki’s hand; Jinki scrambled to adjust his pants with one hand before he stood up and brought Key to his chest tightly, embracing him in a warm hug.
“You’re real, right?”
Key was frozen as he awkwardly pat Jinki’s back, “Uhm… yes?”
“You’re not a Princess? I mean, Prince?” Jinki’s eyes were closed as he asked these questions through gritted teeth, hope spiking in his chest.
“No, hyung,” he could hear Key’s eyes rolling in his sockets. “What’s the matter with you? I’m not that far out of your league.”
A smile split Jinki’s lips and he pulled back, cupping Key’s face gently and searching those feline eyes.
“You’re so beautiful Kibum, you’re perfect and amazing and I’ve never told you before,” Jinki swallowed the lump in his throat, pausing to wet his tongue. “Please don’t frolic into the storage closet and leave me behind.”
Key’s eyebrows rose in amusement and he let out a small, harmless laugh, “You are never allowed to have chocolate before you go to bed, ever again.”
Jinki smiled, feeling completely weightless as he wrapped his arms around Key’s waist and lifted him up, spinning them around. Key squealed and flailed a little bit, and in Jinki’s mind the Heavens opened up, angels sang and sparkles glittered around them as romantic harps played in the background.
He set Key down gently and pressed a warm kiss to his lips. “Be mine, Kibum, please.”
Key laughed and hit Jinki’s chest lightly, “I just gave you my virginity, is that not enough?”
Jinki shook his head and spun them around once more, kissing each of Key’s cheeks. “It’s more than enough.”
Key laughed and bat at Jinki’s hands and face, “Aish, knock it off you’re too sappy.” But the smile on his lips belied his words completely.
Jinki took his hand and opened the door of the room they were in, just in time to watch as Jonghyun ran by, shrieking.
“GOD DAMN IT MINHO!! YOU’RE DEAD FOR THIS!”
Jinki caught sight of a venus flytrap stuck in the singer’s hair, Minho chuckling darkly and slowly ambling after.
“If you keep running, hyung, it’s just going to get angry and eat your hair.”
“NOT THE HAIR!!!”
Taemin smiled and followed in Minho’s wake, sipping on banana milk, his feet bare but no flowers on his head as he turned and smiled at Key and Jinki.
“Oh, there you two are,” he said, smiling and skipping over. “Kibummie hyung, Jonghyunnie hyung called you fat again.”
Key’s eyes flashed dangerously and Jinki’s mind conjured steam coming out of his ears and horns sprouting on his head, “What a little-”
“Minho’s taking care of it,” Jinki quickly said, the three glancing down at the end of the hallway, where Jonghyun was crying and Minho was trying to carefully pry the flytrap out of his hair.
“Kibummie hyung,” Taemin said, making the older two glance at him. “Everyone keeps asking me sex ed questions but no one ever taught me it and I seem too innocent on the shows.” He pouted. Jinki has the idle thought that yeah, you are innocent, you’re the maknae. “Can you teach me sex ed?”
Key blinked, then laughed and patted Jinki on the cheek, “That’s your job, appa.”
Jinki sputtered as Key frolicked off, sans flowers sprouting from the ground, and started to help Minho get the plant out of the still crying Jonghyun’s hair. He looked to Taemin, who in turn looked hopeful, and then smiled awkwardly and pat Taemin’s head.
“M-Maybe the internet could help you…”
Taemin whined, “That’s what everyone says but I wanna know! Haven’t you had sex, hyung?”
Jinki flushed darkly and choked on his spit, “Ah, well uhm. That’s… see, I ate cake before I went to bed last night, which you should never do, it’s really bad and you could gain weight. I had this really strange dream and I woke up from it but I must not have been completely awake because I dreamt again but then told the dream I was done with it and now I’m awake.”
Taemin blinked. “That has nothing to do with my question.”
Jinki turned around and stumbled towards the radio station, rubbing his head and running into the door three times before he actually opened it.
He was never eating before bed ever, ever again.
He sat down in his chair and Key sat down next to him this time, his hand resting on Jinki’s thigh under the table as he snuck a glance to see the rapper’s bright, smiling face.
It felt good to be awake.
Because now he realized that he was really living a dream; the most perfect dream anyone could dream.
"Ouch, damn it Minho be gentle!"
"Sorry hyung, I forget that you're a delicate flower."
"I wasn't one last night~"
"What's that mean, hyung?"
"IF YOU TWO GIVE MY PRECIOUS SON AN IMPROMPTU SEX ED LESSON BOTH OF YOUR DICKS ARE MINE!" Key shrieked.
Jinki thunked his forehead on the table and heaved a sigh.
"I want my mommy."