1 Thing Key Said He Would Do In Minho's Body, and 4 Things He Conveniently Forgot To Mention
Title: 1 Thing Key Said He Would Do In Minho’s Body, and 4 Things He Conveniently Forgot To Mention
Pairing: Minho/Key, Jonghyun/Minho
Rating: R
Notes: You all were thinking it.
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Sure enough, one morning Key woke up and found himself staring at the ceiling of a room that wasn’t his. Waking up was easy, for once, and he had to wonder why. Usually it took the jaws of life to pry him out of bed. He rolled over and for some reason his feet were cold - he glanced down to see them sticking out of his blue blankets, and -
Wait. Key’s blankets were pink.
Sitting up and flinging the covers off of his body, Key looked down to see endless legs tangled in some pajama pants, a dark tuft of hair trailing up to his bellybutton. He ran his hands over his body, feeling the contour of muscles beneath his finger tips and then lifted his hands up to look at them, the slightly bigger, longer fingers wiggling playfully.
“Oh God.”
Oh fuck that wasn’t his voice either.
Jonghyun snored a bit and rolled over on his bed at the other side of his room, singing softly in his sleep.
Key was in Minho’s body.
But what concerned him more was…
Minho was in his body.
Oh Lord help him if he puts one hair out of place.
--
No one else was awake, because Minho usually got up first to go for a jog. Key always figured he set like ten alarms and then got up somewhere in the middle of them blaring, but Minho’s body was a well-oiled machine. Auto-pilot brought Key out into the hallway, where Minho was waiting for him.
Where Key was waiting for him. With Minho inside of him.
Oh God Key didn’t like this at all.
Minho’s hair was mussed much like it would be had he slept in his own body, stray locks sticking in random directions. His eyes were sleepy but narrowed oh man, did Key really look that scary when he was angry?
“Yah,” Key said, still trying to get over the fact his voice was deep. “Get out of my body.”
“You get out of mine.”
Ok now that was really weird.
They glared at each other for a few seconds, before Key rolled his eyes and huffed, making Minho snort.
“What?” Key snapped.
“Nothing,” Minho shrugged, brushing past Key on his way to the bathroom. “You just make me look like a fag.”
Minho shut the bathroom door before Key could retaliate, so instead the diva stamped his foot and moved back into Minho and Jonghyun’s bedroom to change into track pants and a hoodie.
Might as well get something productive done.
And he wasn’t going to think about Minho, in the shower, washing his body. That was just weird.
--
1.)
Key had said in an interview once that if he ever traded bodies with Minho, he would do it to know what it felt like to be good at sports. Jogging so early in the morning would have killed Key’s body; no caffeine, no gusto. Minho’s tongue had rejected coffee when Key tried to make his morning cup and alright, fine, he could live without coffee.
It was a whole new experience, to be able to jog around town while the sun was still low enough to be covered by Seoul’s hazy air. It was refreshing and exhilarating because Minho’s legs worked so easily, the suspension and lifted in his knees and ankles was perfect to keep propelling his body forward. His chest was strong and his lungs were like steel, and when Key finally made it back to the dorm he barely felt tired.
Just content.
He stepped inside and the members were hanging out at the breakfast table, Taemin snickering behind his hand while Minho tried to make breakfast… and failed.
Did the members not know? Key licked his lips and moved into the kitchen, catching Minho’s eye - the athlete-turned-diva shook his head quickly and Key gave a soft smile, trying to act as Minho-ish as possible. He’d just stay quiet and barely talk, that would probably pass.
It must be hell trying to pretend to be Key, though.
“Ow, fuck,” Minho hissed as he burned his hand with the frying pan.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard.
--
“Yah,” Key grabbed the collar of Minho’s shirt and pushed him up against the wall in the hallway, liking how much taller he was and how easy it was to overpower the smaller body. “Don’t do anything weird to my body.”
Minho rolled his eyes, an act that came easy to that feminine face, “I’m not going to, that’s weird.”
“Good.”
An awkward silence fell over them.
“Where did you go this morning?” Minho asked.
Key beamed, the brightening of Minho’s face something for the record books, “I went out on a jog! Exercising is so easy in your body~~”
“…” Minho shook his head and waved a hand as he bypassed Key. “I guess you’re never one to lie.”
Key grinned as he watched Minho walk away, his eyes trailing down to his ass.
… This experience could easily turn him into a narcissist.
--
“It’s your fault,” Minho grumbled as he and Key shared lunch duty. “I keep falling everywhere, you’re too short.”
“Yah, I’m almost as tall as you! You can’t pull that on me,” Key hissed, as he tried to get clumsy fingers to chop up the vegetables for the salad.
He caught Minho staring at him, and then turned and raised a brow, his words catty and relentless, “What are you staring at?”
Minho shrugged and went back to flipping the beef over, and Key wrinkled his nose in distaste, catching his reflection in the microwave and decided that Minho looked even stupider with Key inside his body.
--
2.)
Key tossed his head back, panting in the solidarity of the shower as the hot water rolled over his body. He could feel the liquid dipping into his muscles and cascading down his back, over his adam’s apple as his hands moved over his body with the soap, the sensations entirely different. Was Minho’s body really this sensitive to such a simple act? Key bit his lip, his dark fringe weighed down by the water and blocking his vision some as his head tilted down and he saw his cock engorged and waiting, and a million things flashed through his head, things like ‘would this make me gay?’ among ‘so this is why Minho takes forever in the shower’.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, as he gripped the base of his dick with his fingers, making a tight circle with them and giving a solid pump upwards. It was entirely different from his own and obviously he didn’t think all dicks were the same, but Minho’s seemed to like to be manhandled because light touches were barely even registering.
Raising his free hand to rest on the wall of the shower, Key dipped his head a bit and spread his legs some, bracing his tall body up and shifting with the new center of gravity as he started to stroke his cock in quick, tight strokes. He chewed his lower lip and hooded his eyes, staring down at these foreign fingers that he could control, staring down at the dick that transmitted pleasurable feelings to his brain.
He shuddered as he came, mouth falling open but no noise leaving it as his head tipped back a bit. Limbs heavy and jellied from exertion, he chuckled and rinsed off, shutting off the shower and getting out.
Ok, so maybe he’d left that little ‘I would…’ out of the interview.
--
3.)
Minho’s body on auto-pilot led Key to the Super Junior hyungs’ dorm later that night after dinner. Key didn’t know what Minho was doing with his body and he almost didn’t want to know, but judging at how awkward and stiff Minho was being Key was figuring out that he was playing it safe until they got switched back.
However that was going to happen.
The other members were a bit confused at their behavior but didn’t comment; they’d all been tired lately so strange antics weren’t really considered strange. Thank goodness, or else Minho probably would have caved. When he was uncomfortable, he made everyone else feel uncomfortable too.
Minho’s knuckle lifted to knock on the door and Key suddenly froze, realizing that he was nowhere near as close to these hyungs as Minho was. What was he supposed to say? What did they even do when Minho disappeared to visit them?
The door swung open before he could even turn around and leave and Eunhyuk was smiling, pulling him in instantly. There was commotion, as always in the Super Junior area, and Donghae handed Key a bottle of beer, tipping his own in greeting.
Oh, so this is what Minho did with the hyungs. Wanted to grow up a bit, eh?
Key smiled and no one commented on his quietness, even though Minho had become quite boisterous over the past year. Key sat himself down on the couch between Eunhyuk and Ryeowook, the smaller of the two scribbling lyrics down in a notebook. The diva-turned-athlete leaned over and smiled at some of the words softly, pretending to be interested because Minho would probably eat that shit up like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Ryeowook gave a thankful smile and Key nodded gently, before turning to Eunyhuk.
“WHO WANTS JELL-O SHOTS!~~” Leeteuk appeared with a platter of the tiny cups and Key stood up, smirking to himself.
This was another thing he didn’t mention in the interview.
But he wanted to find out Minho’s alcohol tolerance for himself.
--
It ended with Key stumbling back to the dorm at some ungodly hour, ever-thankful that they didn’t have a schedule that day. He messed up the security code for the door a few times before he finally got it right, stepping inside and kicking his shoes off, holding onto the closet handle in order to keep himself from face-planting into the floor. Minho probably didn’t face plant.
Minho was waiting for him, though, looking downright antsy as he stood up from the couch and greeted Key. It was strange, they still acted the same around each other and yet they were in different bodies…
Minho gave a soft smile, one that spoke volumes of his worry and anxiousness. It melted the usually fierce features of the diva’s face and Key licked his lips, sobering up if only for a second, before he stumbled forward and cupped the back of Minho’s neck, pressing his lips against the other’s.
Yeah, this probably counted as narcissism.
--
Key woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He sat up a little bit to see Jonghyun standing by his bed, arms folded over his chest and a brow raised.
“Have fun last night?” Jonghyun asked, tapping a finger on his bicep.
”Why do you sound like a jealous girlfriend,” Key asked. The timbre of his voice was low and thick due to sleep and hangover, so hopefully Jonghyun wouldn’t notice the change of pitch.
Jonghyun sat down on the edge of Minho’s bed without an invitation, and Key sat up a bit more, running a hand through his hair as he blinked around in search of a clock.
Oh thank God Minho had perfect vision.
… Oh that was a gross time to see.
Key flopped back face-first into his pillow and reached out a hand to try and push Jonghyun away from him and off of the bed. Jonghyun didn’t budge. Key turned his head and huffed, using a foot as well and Jonghyun went sailing - only to cuss and come back with a pillow to smack Key right in the head with it.
“What’s your problem? It’s Wednesday morning, we gotta do our thing.” Jonghyun threw the pillow back onto his bed and Key blinked idly at him.
“Huh.”
Jonghyun rolled his eyes and climbed on top of the bed, forcing Key to lay back a bit as Jonghyun’s skinny legs straddled Key’s waist. Minho’s waist.
Oh God were Jonghyun and Minho like this?!
Their lips met and Key was frozen for a moment, his hands resting on Jonghyun’s chest for lack of knowledge as to where they were supposed to be.
“You must be really drunk, still,” Jonghyun murmured against Key’s lips, and the diva’s head spun. The older boy ground his pelvis down and Key let out a soft gasp, a decidedly un-Minho noise but Jonghyun only chuckled, pulling away to grab one of Key’s hands and force his palm to the crotch of his sweatpants.
Jonghyun was already hard and Minho’s body was responding quickly despite the fact that Key’s brain was having a difficult time catching up and soon their bodies were rocking and rolling together, their teeth gnashing and tongues tangling. Normally, if Key had been Key in this moment, he would have kicked Jonghyun off of him but Minho’s body was welcoming, it was beckoning Jonghyun’s to him and the way they moved together was an old dance.
Key felt like he was intruding on something.
He broke the kiss and panted, looking up into Jonghyun’s eyes and he saw nothing but lust there, no underlying emotion of love or attachment and it suddenly became apparent that Minho and Jonghyun had a routine to get each other off within their crunched schedules and really, it was a good idea. Key’s cock was hard and brushing against Jonghyun’s thigh but he could only think about the kiss he had given Minho last night - what had even happened afterwards? Key couldn’t remember a thing.
“Hyung,” Key breathed, no trusting his voice to sound like Minho’s at all. “Not today, I’m sorry.”
Jonghyun looked confused for a moment, then chuckled and shrugged, extracting himself from Minho’s bed and straightening.
“It’s fine, I’ll just catch a shower before Jinki snatches it.” Jonghyun offered an amiable smile and Key felt the tension leave his brain and body, glad that Jonghyun wasn’t mad that he had stopped things.
He still replayed the kiss with Minho.
This was seriously fucked up.
--
4.)
Minho had finally gotten the hang of cooking; apparently Key’s body had an auto-pilot for that, like how Minho’s body had auto-pilot for exercising. Which was good, because all of the members would have starved.
Jonghyun had some free time and went off to go surprise Sekyung on the set of her new movie, and Jinki and Taemin had retired to bed early. Minho and Key were left on the couch, their first real ‘alone time’ since the whole incident happened.
They were quiet, the music show going softly in the background.
“I don’t know how this happened,” Key finally confessed.
Minho shrugged, the action coming off oddly indifferent from Key’s petite frame. Key glanced over, his eyes pleading.
“We can’t stay like this forever, Minho, there needs to be a way to fix it all.” Key leaned back, pulling a leg up onto the couch. It was hard to do, with Minho’s long body.
“If there was a way wouldn’t we have figured it out?” Minho said, rolling his eyes and turning up the volume a bit.
“Well it’s not like I’ve been putting extra effort into the ‘how’s and ‘why’s,” Key grumbled.
Minho glanced at him, “What have you been doing?”
Oh shit, think fast.
“Exercising.”
Minho chuckled, a sound that Key had found he missed lately. Neither of them had been speaking in general, to try and save face. Literally. Key smiled a bit and he scooted over to lean into Minho’s side, a hand moving to play with bright pink pajama pants. He wondered how Minho survived with so much pink around him.
“Yah, Minho…”
“Hm?”
“About last night…”
Minho laughed, “I already talked to the hyungs. They called me to make sure you came home alright.”
Key snorted, “Was I that drunk? Usually they call Jinki…”
“He didn’t answer,” Minho shrugged, wrapping an arm around Key’s shoulders. It was awkward, the smaller arm draping over the broader shoulders.
“But I meant the kiss,” Key said bluntly, not beating around the bush. He glanced down at Minho, who was staring a bit too hard at the television.
After a while, Minho finally spoke. “It’s fine. I bet Jonghyun hyung gave you a good surprise this morning?”
Key gagged, “Oh God that was horrible, I wish you would have warned me about that!”
Minho sat up a bit, “You could have warned me about the love texts you get from the 91’ line all the time! Jinwoon almost made me puke with his good morning message yesterday!”
They both spent a few minutes laughing, before Key wiped the tears from his eyes and rested his forehead on Minho’s, closing his eyes.
“We’re royally fucked.”
He felt Minho nod against him. “Yeah, we are.”
Key never thought that he’d spend a night cuddled on the couch with someone watching music programs would be something he’d do in Minho’s body, but perhaps there was a repressed urge somewhere.
--
5.)
Key and Minho woke up the next morning tangled up in each other on the couch. Their cheeks were pressed together, the bigger body atop the smaller body, arms wrapped possessively around each other and they woke up when Jinki stumbled into the living room and stubbed his toe on the foot of the coffee table, murmuring a distracted good morning on his way to the kitchen.
Blinking his eyes open, Key stared up to see Minho looking down at him.
And it wasn’t Key-Minho looking down at him, it was Minho-Minho, with his alien eyes and his wild hair and puffy lips. Key smiled because Minho realized their situation at the same time, the athlete’s fingers reaching up to run through Key’s hair gently.
“Good morning,” Minho said, his voice husky from sleep. It was so good to see those lips moving and producing that noise.
“Morning,” Key said, snuggling down and pulling Minho into him once more, burying his face into his neck.
Key would never admit to wanting to wake up to Minho’s face in the morning, but even if he had wanted it, he was glad that he got to experience it in his own body, with the real Minho kissing his temple gently as they decided to slumber on.
Pairing: Minho/Key, Jonghyun/Minho
Rating: R
Notes: You all were thinking it.
--
Sure enough, one morning Key woke up and found himself staring at the ceiling of a room that wasn’t his. Waking up was easy, for once, and he had to wonder why. Usually it took the jaws of life to pry him out of bed. He rolled over and for some reason his feet were cold - he glanced down to see them sticking out of his blue blankets, and -
Wait. Key’s blankets were pink.
Sitting up and flinging the covers off of his body, Key looked down to see endless legs tangled in some pajama pants, a dark tuft of hair trailing up to his bellybutton. He ran his hands over his body, feeling the contour of muscles beneath his finger tips and then lifted his hands up to look at them, the slightly bigger, longer fingers wiggling playfully.
“Oh God.”
Oh fuck that wasn’t his voice either.
Jonghyun snored a bit and rolled over on his bed at the other side of his room, singing softly in his sleep.
Key was in Minho’s body.
But what concerned him more was…
Minho was in his body.
Oh Lord help him if he puts one hair out of place.
--
No one else was awake, because Minho usually got up first to go for a jog. Key always figured he set like ten alarms and then got up somewhere in the middle of them blaring, but Minho’s body was a well-oiled machine. Auto-pilot brought Key out into the hallway, where Minho was waiting for him.
Where Key was waiting for him. With Minho inside of him.
Oh God Key didn’t like this at all.
Minho’s hair was mussed much like it would be had he slept in his own body, stray locks sticking in random directions. His eyes were sleepy but narrowed oh man, did Key really look that scary when he was angry?
“Yah,” Key said, still trying to get over the fact his voice was deep. “Get out of my body.”
“You get out of mine.”
Ok now that was really weird.
They glared at each other for a few seconds, before Key rolled his eyes and huffed, making Minho snort.
“What?” Key snapped.
“Nothing,” Minho shrugged, brushing past Key on his way to the bathroom. “You just make me look like a fag.”
Minho shut the bathroom door before Key could retaliate, so instead the diva stamped his foot and moved back into Minho and Jonghyun’s bedroom to change into track pants and a hoodie.
Might as well get something productive done.
And he wasn’t going to think about Minho, in the shower, washing his body. That was just weird.
--
1.)
Key had said in an interview once that if he ever traded bodies with Minho, he would do it to know what it felt like to be good at sports. Jogging so early in the morning would have killed Key’s body; no caffeine, no gusto. Minho’s tongue had rejected coffee when Key tried to make his morning cup and alright, fine, he could live without coffee.
It was a whole new experience, to be able to jog around town while the sun was still low enough to be covered by Seoul’s hazy air. It was refreshing and exhilarating because Minho’s legs worked so easily, the suspension and lifted in his knees and ankles was perfect to keep propelling his body forward. His chest was strong and his lungs were like steel, and when Key finally made it back to the dorm he barely felt tired.
Just content.
He stepped inside and the members were hanging out at the breakfast table, Taemin snickering behind his hand while Minho tried to make breakfast… and failed.
Did the members not know? Key licked his lips and moved into the kitchen, catching Minho’s eye - the athlete-turned-diva shook his head quickly and Key gave a soft smile, trying to act as Minho-ish as possible. He’d just stay quiet and barely talk, that would probably pass.
It must be hell trying to pretend to be Key, though.
“Ow, fuck,” Minho hissed as he burned his hand with the frying pan.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard.
--
“Yah,” Key grabbed the collar of Minho’s shirt and pushed him up against the wall in the hallway, liking how much taller he was and how easy it was to overpower the smaller body. “Don’t do anything weird to my body.”
Minho rolled his eyes, an act that came easy to that feminine face, “I’m not going to, that’s weird.”
“Good.”
An awkward silence fell over them.
“Where did you go this morning?” Minho asked.
Key beamed, the brightening of Minho’s face something for the record books, “I went out on a jog! Exercising is so easy in your body~~”
“…” Minho shook his head and waved a hand as he bypassed Key. “I guess you’re never one to lie.”
Key grinned as he watched Minho walk away, his eyes trailing down to his ass.
… This experience could easily turn him into a narcissist.
--
“It’s your fault,” Minho grumbled as he and Key shared lunch duty. “I keep falling everywhere, you’re too short.”
“Yah, I’m almost as tall as you! You can’t pull that on me,” Key hissed, as he tried to get clumsy fingers to chop up the vegetables for the salad.
He caught Minho staring at him, and then turned and raised a brow, his words catty and relentless, “What are you staring at?”
Minho shrugged and went back to flipping the beef over, and Key wrinkled his nose in distaste, catching his reflection in the microwave and decided that Minho looked even stupider with Key inside his body.
--
2.)
Key tossed his head back, panting in the solidarity of the shower as the hot water rolled over his body. He could feel the liquid dipping into his muscles and cascading down his back, over his adam’s apple as his hands moved over his body with the soap, the sensations entirely different. Was Minho’s body really this sensitive to such a simple act? Key bit his lip, his dark fringe weighed down by the water and blocking his vision some as his head tilted down and he saw his cock engorged and waiting, and a million things flashed through his head, things like ‘would this make me gay?’ among ‘so this is why Minho takes forever in the shower’.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, as he gripped the base of his dick with his fingers, making a tight circle with them and giving a solid pump upwards. It was entirely different from his own and obviously he didn’t think all dicks were the same, but Minho’s seemed to like to be manhandled because light touches were barely even registering.
Raising his free hand to rest on the wall of the shower, Key dipped his head a bit and spread his legs some, bracing his tall body up and shifting with the new center of gravity as he started to stroke his cock in quick, tight strokes. He chewed his lower lip and hooded his eyes, staring down at these foreign fingers that he could control, staring down at the dick that transmitted pleasurable feelings to his brain.
He shuddered as he came, mouth falling open but no noise leaving it as his head tipped back a bit. Limbs heavy and jellied from exertion, he chuckled and rinsed off, shutting off the shower and getting out.
Ok, so maybe he’d left that little ‘I would…’ out of the interview.
--
3.)
Minho’s body on auto-pilot led Key to the Super Junior hyungs’ dorm later that night after dinner. Key didn’t know what Minho was doing with his body and he almost didn’t want to know, but judging at how awkward and stiff Minho was being Key was figuring out that he was playing it safe until they got switched back.
However that was going to happen.
The other members were a bit confused at their behavior but didn’t comment; they’d all been tired lately so strange antics weren’t really considered strange. Thank goodness, or else Minho probably would have caved. When he was uncomfortable, he made everyone else feel uncomfortable too.
Minho’s knuckle lifted to knock on the door and Key suddenly froze, realizing that he was nowhere near as close to these hyungs as Minho was. What was he supposed to say? What did they even do when Minho disappeared to visit them?
The door swung open before he could even turn around and leave and Eunhyuk was smiling, pulling him in instantly. There was commotion, as always in the Super Junior area, and Donghae handed Key a bottle of beer, tipping his own in greeting.
Oh, so this is what Minho did with the hyungs. Wanted to grow up a bit, eh?
Key smiled and no one commented on his quietness, even though Minho had become quite boisterous over the past year. Key sat himself down on the couch between Eunhyuk and Ryeowook, the smaller of the two scribbling lyrics down in a notebook. The diva-turned-athlete leaned over and smiled at some of the words softly, pretending to be interested because Minho would probably eat that shit up like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Ryeowook gave a thankful smile and Key nodded gently, before turning to Eunyhuk.
“WHO WANTS JELL-O SHOTS!~~” Leeteuk appeared with a platter of the tiny cups and Key stood up, smirking to himself.
This was another thing he didn’t mention in the interview.
But he wanted to find out Minho’s alcohol tolerance for himself.
--
It ended with Key stumbling back to the dorm at some ungodly hour, ever-thankful that they didn’t have a schedule that day. He messed up the security code for the door a few times before he finally got it right, stepping inside and kicking his shoes off, holding onto the closet handle in order to keep himself from face-planting into the floor. Minho probably didn’t face plant.
Minho was waiting for him, though, looking downright antsy as he stood up from the couch and greeted Key. It was strange, they still acted the same around each other and yet they were in different bodies…
Minho gave a soft smile, one that spoke volumes of his worry and anxiousness. It melted the usually fierce features of the diva’s face and Key licked his lips, sobering up if only for a second, before he stumbled forward and cupped the back of Minho’s neck, pressing his lips against the other’s.
Yeah, this probably counted as narcissism.
--
Key woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. He sat up a little bit to see Jonghyun standing by his bed, arms folded over his chest and a brow raised.
“Have fun last night?” Jonghyun asked, tapping a finger on his bicep.
”Why do you sound like a jealous girlfriend,” Key asked. The timbre of his voice was low and thick due to sleep and hangover, so hopefully Jonghyun wouldn’t notice the change of pitch.
Jonghyun sat down on the edge of Minho’s bed without an invitation, and Key sat up a bit more, running a hand through his hair as he blinked around in search of a clock.
Oh thank God Minho had perfect vision.
… Oh that was a gross time to see.
Key flopped back face-first into his pillow and reached out a hand to try and push Jonghyun away from him and off of the bed. Jonghyun didn’t budge. Key turned his head and huffed, using a foot as well and Jonghyun went sailing - only to cuss and come back with a pillow to smack Key right in the head with it.
“What’s your problem? It’s Wednesday morning, we gotta do our thing.” Jonghyun threw the pillow back onto his bed and Key blinked idly at him.
“Huh.”
Jonghyun rolled his eyes and climbed on top of the bed, forcing Key to lay back a bit as Jonghyun’s skinny legs straddled Key’s waist. Minho’s waist.
Oh God were Jonghyun and Minho like this?!
Their lips met and Key was frozen for a moment, his hands resting on Jonghyun’s chest for lack of knowledge as to where they were supposed to be.
“You must be really drunk, still,” Jonghyun murmured against Key’s lips, and the diva’s head spun. The older boy ground his pelvis down and Key let out a soft gasp, a decidedly un-Minho noise but Jonghyun only chuckled, pulling away to grab one of Key’s hands and force his palm to the crotch of his sweatpants.
Jonghyun was already hard and Minho’s body was responding quickly despite the fact that Key’s brain was having a difficult time catching up and soon their bodies were rocking and rolling together, their teeth gnashing and tongues tangling. Normally, if Key had been Key in this moment, he would have kicked Jonghyun off of him but Minho’s body was welcoming, it was beckoning Jonghyun’s to him and the way they moved together was an old dance.
Key felt like he was intruding on something.
He broke the kiss and panted, looking up into Jonghyun’s eyes and he saw nothing but lust there, no underlying emotion of love or attachment and it suddenly became apparent that Minho and Jonghyun had a routine to get each other off within their crunched schedules and really, it was a good idea. Key’s cock was hard and brushing against Jonghyun’s thigh but he could only think about the kiss he had given Minho last night - what had even happened afterwards? Key couldn’t remember a thing.
“Hyung,” Key breathed, no trusting his voice to sound like Minho’s at all. “Not today, I’m sorry.”
Jonghyun looked confused for a moment, then chuckled and shrugged, extracting himself from Minho’s bed and straightening.
“It’s fine, I’ll just catch a shower before Jinki snatches it.” Jonghyun offered an amiable smile and Key felt the tension leave his brain and body, glad that Jonghyun wasn’t mad that he had stopped things.
He still replayed the kiss with Minho.
This was seriously fucked up.
--
4.)
Minho had finally gotten the hang of cooking; apparently Key’s body had an auto-pilot for that, like how Minho’s body had auto-pilot for exercising. Which was good, because all of the members would have starved.
Jonghyun had some free time and went off to go surprise Sekyung on the set of her new movie, and Jinki and Taemin had retired to bed early. Minho and Key were left on the couch, their first real ‘alone time’ since the whole incident happened.
They were quiet, the music show going softly in the background.
“I don’t know how this happened,” Key finally confessed.
Minho shrugged, the action coming off oddly indifferent from Key’s petite frame. Key glanced over, his eyes pleading.
“We can’t stay like this forever, Minho, there needs to be a way to fix it all.” Key leaned back, pulling a leg up onto the couch. It was hard to do, with Minho’s long body.
“If there was a way wouldn’t we have figured it out?” Minho said, rolling his eyes and turning up the volume a bit.
“Well it’s not like I’ve been putting extra effort into the ‘how’s and ‘why’s,” Key grumbled.
Minho glanced at him, “What have you been doing?”
Oh shit, think fast.
“Exercising.”
Minho chuckled, a sound that Key had found he missed lately. Neither of them had been speaking in general, to try and save face. Literally. Key smiled a bit and he scooted over to lean into Minho’s side, a hand moving to play with bright pink pajama pants. He wondered how Minho survived with so much pink around him.
“Yah, Minho…”
“Hm?”
“About last night…”
Minho laughed, “I already talked to the hyungs. They called me to make sure you came home alright.”
Key snorted, “Was I that drunk? Usually they call Jinki…”
“He didn’t answer,” Minho shrugged, wrapping an arm around Key’s shoulders. It was awkward, the smaller arm draping over the broader shoulders.
“But I meant the kiss,” Key said bluntly, not beating around the bush. He glanced down at Minho, who was staring a bit too hard at the television.
After a while, Minho finally spoke. “It’s fine. I bet Jonghyun hyung gave you a good surprise this morning?”
Key gagged, “Oh God that was horrible, I wish you would have warned me about that!”
Minho sat up a bit, “You could have warned me about the love texts you get from the 91’ line all the time! Jinwoon almost made me puke with his good morning message yesterday!”
They both spent a few minutes laughing, before Key wiped the tears from his eyes and rested his forehead on Minho’s, closing his eyes.
“We’re royally fucked.”
He felt Minho nod against him. “Yeah, we are.”
Key never thought that he’d spend a night cuddled on the couch with someone watching music programs would be something he’d do in Minho’s body, but perhaps there was a repressed urge somewhere.
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5.)
Key and Minho woke up the next morning tangled up in each other on the couch. Their cheeks were pressed together, the bigger body atop the smaller body, arms wrapped possessively around each other and they woke up when Jinki stumbled into the living room and stubbed his toe on the foot of the coffee table, murmuring a distracted good morning on his way to the kitchen.
Blinking his eyes open, Key stared up to see Minho looking down at him.
And it wasn’t Key-Minho looking down at him, it was Minho-Minho, with his alien eyes and his wild hair and puffy lips. Key smiled because Minho realized their situation at the same time, the athlete’s fingers reaching up to run through Key’s hair gently.
“Good morning,” Minho said, his voice husky from sleep. It was so good to see those lips moving and producing that noise.
“Morning,” Key said, snuggling down and pulling Minho into him once more, burying his face into his neck.
Key would never admit to wanting to wake up to Minho’s face in the morning, but even if he had wanted it, he was glad that he got to experience it in his own body, with the real Minho kissing his temple gently as they decided to slumber on.