Key of Heart [Jongkey, 2min] [1/1]
Title: Key of Heart
Pairing: Jongkey, 2min
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama
Rating: PG-13 (Consumption of alcohol, Slight sexual content)
Word count: 5,382
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: It takes only one person to unlock all the emotions reserved for love in a heart and it takes only one person's reaction to that love to drive someone over the edge.
A/N: This turned out to be a lot longer than I had planned for it to be, but over all I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you have a lot of fun reading it! :)
"I'm bored," Jonghyun stated from his position hanging upside down from the couch.
Without bothering to look up from the latest issue of Vogue, Kibum waved towards the extra room offhandedly. "Go work out or something," he said, irritated that he was constantly being interrupted by the other man.
His face quickly turning red from the rush of blood, Jonghyun righted himself on the couch. "I already did," he answered, leaning back in the soft, white cushions without moving to fix his now ruffled locks," Why don't we go out? We haven't done that in forever."
Peering over the dark rims of his reading glasses, Kibum raised a sharply defined eyebrow. "I'm in my night clothes and slippers already," he said, motioning to the fluffy bunnies protecting his toes from the evening chill in the dorm," Where would we go, anyways?"
Jonghyun shrugged. "There's a new club that opened up downtown, we could check that out," he suggested, eyes lighting up hopefully.
"I don't know," Kibum let out a deep sigh, "I don't really want to get dressed up."
Jumping on the waver in Kibum's voice as a chance to finally get out, Jonghyun hurried to hook his boyfriend on the idea. "You wouldn't have to get too dressed up," and to sweeten the deal, he added with his most charming smile," You can wear that new, sexy outfit you bought last week."
Kibum worried at his bottom lip, mulling over his choices of spending a relaxing evening in or venturing out for a night of dancing. If he stayed in, he'd probably have to listen to Jonghyun's whining for the rest of the night, and he really did want to try out his new outfit. Jonghyun could see him breaking and leaned forward in anticipation, eyes widening expectantly and unknowingly adorably.
"Ugh! Don't look at me like that," Kibum exclaimed, throwing his magazine to the side," Fine, give me some time to get ready and we'll go."
Jonghyun pumped his fist into the air in victory. He got up to follow Kibum into their large walk-in closet," I'll help!"
A firm shove to the chest was all that met him at the door. "The kids are home, honey," Kibum chided before shutting the door behind him to allow for some privacy while he changed.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Jonghyun sulked his way back to the couch. On his way down the hall, he paused at the open door to the bedroom, where Minho was currently sprawled across the bottom three beds, reading a much too thick book for someone his age. Sensing the new presence, Minho glanced up, his dark, long lashes brushing the rim of his glasses in a way only a model's should.
"Damn kids, ruining my fun," Jonghyun grumbled, than added with a pointed look in his junior's direction," I can't wait for you to get a job and move out." And with that he shuffled along his way again.
Minho watched the back of Jonghyun as he walked away. "Hyung?" He questioned, confused by the seemingly random and oddly fatherly comment. "I do have a job," he commented, wondering if old age was already starting to set in to the older singer.
Jonghyun waited for what felt like an eternity for Kibum to reemerge from changing. He was beginning to regret his suggestion, as he seemed to be just as bored as before, when he heard the light fall of footsteps that unmistakably belonged to the only member of SHINee who didn't 'clomp' when walking. He immediately perked up and his eyes were drawn to Kibum as he entered the room. Tight, black leather. Jonghyun needed to say no more.
"You. Look. Hot." Jonghyun could barely contain the drool threatening to pool at the corner of his up turned lips.
Flashing a seductive smirk before strutting over to where Jonghyun was now standing at attention, admiring the view, Kibum took hold of his boyfriend's hand. "Let's get going," he said, already leading Jonghyun in the direction of the door,"I did not spend half that time pulling these freaking things on for nothing."
Blatantly staring at Kibum's ass, Jonghyun could only manage a nod while mindlessly answering," Whatever you say."
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Loud, obnoxious laughter filled the hall outside of the SHINee dorm at 3 a.m. in the morning, marking the return of the couple. After Jonghyun punched in the key and opened the door, Kibum stumbled his way through the door, arms tightly latched onto Jonghyun to keep from falling over. Needless to say, they had had plenty of fun at the club, Kibum more so than Jonghyun, or so his fourth apple martini told him. Kibum called out that "Umma and Appa are home'" causing Jonghyun to try and 'shush' the other man as they entered the dorm, concerned all the noise Kibum was making might wake the others. But to his surprise two of the other members were already up and dressed and waiting in the kitchen for them.
Jinki had clear worry written all over his face and Minho looked extremely tense from the way he was pacing back and forth.
"What is it?" Jonghyun noticed the atmosphere right away as he placed his jacket and wallet down on the kitchen table.
"Please tell me Taemin is with you," Jinki said with an uncharacteristic frown.
Ignoring his boyfriend, who had just taken a spill across the wood flooring in the hallway after tripping over his own feet, Jonghyun shook his head. "What's wrong?" Jonghyun could feel his voice starting to rise as he wondered what the hell had been going on while he and Kibum were gone.
Minho stopped pacing to whip out his cell phone, pressing a few buttons before tossing it to Jonghyun. "That is what's wrong," Minho said, motioning towards the device.
Slightly confused as to what Taemin had to do with Minho's cell phone, Jonghyun looked down at the screen. A small gasp escaped from between his lips as he took in the picture on the screen and just who was in it. No way, that could not be their innocent Taeminnie! This was some practical joke, right? Jonghyun looked up, ready for his band mates to start laughing, but no happiness broke through their strained expressions.
"Really?" Jonghyun asked, eyes darting from Jinki to Minho and than back down to the photograph of the boy who had become like a little brother to him.
Jinki nodded solemnly. "Minho got that picture and a text from Taemin about a half hour ago," he spoke softly, keeping his emotions hidden, "We've been trying to call him, but he turned off his phone."
Amidst trying to decode the text, which was riddled with smileys and 'chat speak' Jonghyun was blaringly unskilled in, a slim arm was thrown around his shoulders. Kibum siddled up to the man's side, hair a mess and eyes blood shot.
"What's this?" he questioned, grabbing the phone from Jonghyun's hands to study it himself.
It only took a moment for Kibum to find the picture of Lee Taemin dancing on top of a table, pants no where to be seen, for his drunken reaction to set in. Slumping into a puddle of tears and sobs, Kibum tossed the phone as far as he could while wailing "My son!" loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
Minho caught the air born piece of technology before it could be harmed, cradling it to his chest protectively. "Kibum, calm down," he said, but his soothing baritone held no effect on the distraught man whose mind was too clouded by alcohol to listen.
Jonghyun knelt down to pull his blubbering mess of a boyfriend into his comforting hold to try and quiet him. "Did the text say anything about where he is or why he's being such an idiot?' Jonghyun spoke over Kibum's head, which was buried in the crook of his neck.
"Nothing, all he said was 'Don't show this to the hyungs keke'," Minho informed while pinching the bridge of his nose to try and ease the tension building.
Jonghyun worried at his bottom lip. "He didn't tell anyone where he was going before he left?"
Jinki and Minho shook their heads. "I didn't even know he left," Jinki said, guilt swelling in his voice, "I should've paid better attention ... "
"This isn't your fault, hyung," Minho reassured at his side, patting Jinki's shoulder.
"Did you call Manager hyung?" Jonghyun asked, trying to remain calm.
Minho nodded. "Yes, but his phone was turned off."
They all fell silent, contemplating the best form of action.
Below Jonghyun, amidst all of his nonsensical muttering, Kibum commented with a sob," I can't believe my baby would find his way to such a shady place, they don't even pay their dancers well!"
Ignoring just how Kibum knew that last bit of information, Jonghyun lifted Kibum's face up. "Kibummie, do you know where Taemin is?" he asked, silently begging for Kibum to pull past his hazy thoughts and get it together.
Using the back of his hand to sloppily wipe away the liquids leaking from his nose, Kibum nodded. "It's Kitty's, down in the red light district," He spoke with a wavering voice.
Jonghyun ran his fingers gently through Kibum's hair. "Are you sure, baby?" He asked, looking up towards Minho and Jinki to see if they knew anything about the club.
"Of course I am! The sign was right in the background," Kibum snapped, jabbing a finger towards the cell phone in Minho's hands.
Minho brought the cell phone over and upon taking a closer look, Jonghyun could see for a fact a glowing neon sign behind the dancing maknae that read "Kitty's Night Club." Planting a quick, thankful kiss on his boyfriend's forehead, Jonghyun swiftly passed Kibum off to Jinki, who had knelt down beside them to study the picture also, and grabbed his jacket he had discarded earlier.
"Come on Minho, let's go get the kid before he can cause anymore damage," Jonghyun said as he started towards the front door then called behind him," Jinki, keep trying to contact Manager hyung."
Minho grabbed a jacket and threw on a pair of sneakers before quickly following his hyung out the door. Jinki looked down at the man he was awkwardly cradling in his arms.
"Hyung, what am I supposed to do?" Kibum asked with his eyes gazing up through his dark lashes.
Immediately following his question Kibum's face turned a stark white and his hand shot up to cover his mouth. Already prepared for what was next, Jinki rushed to get a waste basket in front of his dongsaeng before he proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach.
Jinki scratched the back of his head. "Just focus on not making a mess, Kibum."
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Jonghyun tapped his foot impatiently as their cab inched along in Seoul's eternal traffic. Beside him Minho hadn't spoken a word as he stared out the window with a distant stare. The cab driver rolled down his window and began shouting at the cars in front of him while slamming on his horn.
"Is there anyway we can get there faster?" Jonghyun spoke up when the man took a break from his yelling.
"The booze and girls ain't going anywhere," The man commented with a roll of his eyes.
"I'm going there because my friend needs my help, old man," Jonghyun snapped, unable to keep his anger in check at such an ungodly hour.
The cab driver scoffed. "Your friend needs your help? Poor guy ... "
Jonghyun shot forward in his seat, ready to fight the man. Snapping out of his daze, Minho stretched one of his long arms out to hold Jonghyun back. "Sir, this is urgent," his deep gaze fell onto the cab driver," If you could help us get to the club any faster, we would really appreciate it."
With a moment of thought and a deep sigh the cab driver relented and jerked a thumb towards the outside. "The clubs only a few blocks south, you'll be able to get there faster on foot," he scratched at his gray hair under his old baseball cap as he spoke.
Minho reached into his jacket for his wallet while Jonghyun scooted out of the cab. "How much for the ride, ahjusshi?" He asked with a quick glance towards the front.
The cab driver waved the question off with his hand. "Don't worry about it, just go," he looked back with a small smile," You remind me of my son, he's away in the military right now."
Minho smiled gratefully at the man before following Jonghyun out of the cab and onto the street. They reached the side of the road where it wasn't nearly as crowded and started heading south. Neither spoke to each other, focused on getting to their destination without being delayed any further.
As they walked, Minho caught the distinct sound of vomiting emitting from an alley way. "Jonghyun," he alerted, spotting a familiar head of thick hair when he looked down the alley.
Jonghyun saw Taemin's hunched figure and he and Minho rushed to his side. Both called to their dongsaeng, but they didn't get a response until Jonghyun placed a hand on his shoulder. Taemin jumped and reeled away from the touch, but lost his balance and ended up stumbling into Minho's waiting arms.
"Wh-what?" Taemin slurred, bleary eyes searching Jonghyun's face for any sign of familiarity.
"Taemin-ah! Are you alright?" Jonghyun scanned Taemin up and down for any injuries, and noted with relief that his pants had found their way back onto the teen's thin frame.
A goofy grin stretched across Taemin's lips and he broke into a fit of laughter. "Oh! Hyung, you found me!" He stopped laughing to turn and vomit once again, this time choosing Minho's shoes as his victim. "Oh, hyung," his voice took on a much less chipper tone," can we go home?"
Jonghyun met Minho's eyes worriedly. He could barely understand what the younger man was saying, how much had he had to drink? Taemin had to lean over to throw up once more before he was led back to the street with Minho supporting most of his weight. Jonghyun called Jinki to let him know they had found Taemin as Minho hailed a cab. They started the long ride back to their dorm with the cab driver warning them not to get anything on his car's seats.
As Jonghyun spoke to Jinki in a hushed tone so as not to be overheard by the cab driver, Taemin moved closer to Minho. "You wouldn't believe the things I've done tonight," he said between giggles, quick to recover from his queasy stomach.
Minho scrunched his nose at the smell of alcohol wafting from the youngest SHINee member. "Taemin, you should focus on not getting sick," he said, trying to keep his mind off how close Taemin's face was from his and just how good he looked despite being completely wasted.
Taemin ignored Minho's advise as his hand slid up the older man's thigh pretentiously. "Want me to show you some of the things I learned?" He spoke into Minho's ear in an uncharacteristic sexy whisper.
Minho pushed Taemin's hand away. "You're drunk, stop messing around," he said while keeping his face directed towards the window.
"There you go, always treating me like a kid," Taemin said harshly, wishing he had the control over his body to pull away from Minho, but found he only had the strength to drop his head onto the man's shoulder. "I can't stand that," he said as his vision began to dim and the world stopped spinning only to turn dark," I wish I didn't love you so I could hate you for it."
Two pairs of wide eyes fell on the maknae as Taemin finally passed out.
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The cab left them outside their apartment complex nearly twenty minutes later. Minho had to hull Taemin's unconscious body out of the cab and then place him on his back to be able to climb the stairs to their dorm.
"Hyung, please don't tell anyone about what happened in the cab," Minho finally managed to speak, getting over the initial shock of Taemin's confession and blaming the alcohol for the words.
Jonghyun gave a weary nod in response. He was so drained from the night that he couldn't say he'd really heard Taemin's words correctly anyway. Jonghyun turned his attention to the key pad outside of their dorm as they reached it, beginning to punch in the code just as Jinki opened to the door. The leader hurried them inside so that he could worry over the passed out maknae without any curious onlookers interrupting.
"Put him in bed, Minho, but make sure to place him on his side and keep his head propped up in case he gets sick," Jinki ordered as he and Jonghyun followed behind the rapper into their room," I'll grab another waste basket for him, Kibum's already using this one."
Jonghyun snapped to attention at the mention of his boyfriend. Peering through the darkness that lay like a comforting blanket over the room Jonghyun spotted the crumbled mass under the sheets of Minho's bed as Kibum. Checking with a side ways thrown glance to make sure Jinki and Minho had Taemin under control, Jonghyun slipped over to Kibum's side.
"Jjong?" Kibum's voice rose from underneath the sheets in a rough wave.
Concern struck Jonghyun as he kneeled in front of the brunette at his bedside. "Hey babe, you feeling okay?"
Kibum cleared his throat. "Just peachy, I love the taste of vomit," he tried to sit up, but Jonghyun promptly pushed him back down.
"You need to rest," Jonghyun commanded.
"How's the kid?" Kibum asked as he wriggled his way underneath his blankets again.
Jonghyun bit the bottom of his lip. "He's been better," he said while rubbing a circle with his thumb on Kibum's shoulder.
"I should've been there, with you, to help out," Kibum berated himself, only half awake," I've failed as his umma and as his hyung."
Leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on his soft cheek, Jonghyun whispered," Go to sleep, we can talk in the morning."
With a grumble of protest, Kibum quickly slipped back into sleep. Jonghyun took time to watch as his boyfriend's face relaxed and took on a contented expression as he found his way to the dream world, but soon enough his own need for sleep began tugging at his eye lids and weighed them down. Standing up and stretching, Jonghyun took stock of the other three SHINee members and decided that since Taemin seemed to be sound asleep with Minho at his side while Jinki busied himself with the mess they'd all left in the living room and kitchen that it was prime time to hit the sack himself.
After changing into some pj's and climbing into his bed, Jonghyun slowly let himself sink into the mattress. As he shut his eyes to sleep he silently prayed for everything to be fine in the morning.
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For a first, Minho found himself claiming the SHINee dorm's bathroom before any of the other members. Normally, he would have to battle by rock, paper, scissors with someone and win in order to have any chance of grabbing a quick shower before they had to get to their schedule. Luckily today they didn't have a schedule, except Jinki later in the afternoon because apparently he liked to be denied of rest, so no one was jumping out of bed any time soon. Considering the events that had taken place during the early morning hours, Minho was shocked that he was awake already.
Once he finished his shower, Minho left the steamy bathroom with a towel in his hands as he scrubbed at his long locks to try and dry them before they had a chance to soak the collar of his shirt. The stylist noona would have killed him if she saw what he was doing and he would have been scowled at while she chastised him and asked did he in fact want to lose all of his beautiful hair early on in life? With a soft chuckle, Minho remembered when he had tried to stick to his proper hair care regime when he was off work. After his older brother caught him in the bathroom blow drying his hair with their mother's hand dryer and than proceeded to tell the rest of the family, he was convinced he would never regain his dignity as a man if he ever did it again, so he hadn't.
A strangled sob, like that of someone trying not to make any noise while crying, caught Minho's attention and pulled him into the kitchen. Sitting with his head on the cool surface of the kitchen table was Taemin, the source of the crying.
"Taemin-ah?" Minho asked as he placed a hand on the dancer's shoulder.
Taemin didn't answer, instead he shook off Minho's hand and escaped into the living room. Catching a glimpse of the long trail of tears down the teen's usually bright face, Minho instantly felt bad. He hurried around the kitchen, putting together a hangover remedy he'd picked up from one of his hyungs, because he was sure Taemin was feeling the effects of his night of partying.
Entering the livingroom with Taemin's glass in one hand and his own mug of coffee in the other, Minho sat down on the couch next Taemin, who was staring blankly at the TV screen.
"This will make you feel better," Minho said as he passed the glass to his dongsaeng.
He winced at the red rimmed eyes that met his as Taemin accepted the glass wordlessly. What had he done to deserve the cold shoulder from the dancer? Minho wouldn't admit it, but it hurt to know Taemin was upset with him.
Minutes passed and Minho settled for sipping his coffee and sitting wordlessly beside the sniffling teen. Finally, the silence was broken.
"Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be running away from me?" Taemin snapped while using the sleeve of his too-long hoodie to wipe up the drying tears on his face.
Minho blinked. "Why would I run away from you?"
Taemin shot a sharp look at Minho, his eyes searching his hyung's face. "Because of what I said," he said quietly and then tilted his head to the ceiling, blinking back tears that threatened to spill out of his already tired eyes,"I mean, I don't remember what exactly I said, but it's all I can think about, you're all I can think about. So, I had to have said something."
His mouth formed a silent 'o'. "I thought that was just the drinks talking," Minho said, a little dumbfounded but his heart beginning to race all the same.
Taemin stood up, shaking his head. "You probably think I'm disgusting," he said, keeping his eyes downcast.
Minho jumped up, struck by the words with shock. "No! Taemin, I would never - " He tried to move towards Taemin, but he was shoved away.
It couldn't be, Minho could never accept his feelings. Taemin had known ever since he had started developing feelings for the taller man, but the way Minho was acting now? Taemin was confused as hell, all he knew was that he didn't want his heart broken anymore and the only one who could do that was the man reaching out for him now.
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"Please, just listen to me!"
"No! Stay away from me!"
With a groan, Jonghyun mournfully awoke from his slumber. To his side, taking Kibum's bed for the night, he could hear Jinki also stirring at the loud sounds of an argument filled the apartment. Opening one eye against the bright sunlight passing through the open window and into the room, Jonghyun checked the immediate area of the bedroom for signs of a fight. Not seeing any, he considered it safe for him to come down from his bed.
"I said to stay away!"
A loud 'thud' resonated against the walls as Jonghyun jumped to the ground. Again, he looked around to make sure the area was still secure. Checking on Kibum first, who was still passed out with a small puddle of drool collecting on his pillow where his mouth hung open, Jonghyun decided to go investigate what was going on outside the quiet room. The ruckus had to be caused by Minho and Taemin, since they were the only two absent from the room, so Jonghyun was ready to be met by scenes of carnage and blood shed. The two rarely got angry, so to be yelling after the night they had had, they had to be pretty pissed off and that could only end one way. Someone was going to end up dead.
He poked his head outside the door and looked both ways down the hall. The apartment had suddenly gone silent. Not seeing any flying objects or blood trails, he shuffled his slipper clad feet along the wooden floors to where the noise had been coming from. The scene that met Jonghyun's eyes when he entered the living room was not the blood and guts he'd expected.
Instead of being at each others throats with their fists like Jonghyun had thought, Minho and Taemin were going at each others throat's with their tongues.
"Oh god, I did not want to see that," Jonghyun managed to get out, scrunching his face in disgust.
As Jonghyun prepared to turn on his heels and head back into the bedroom, leaving the two to continue on with whatever they were planning, Taemin shoved Minho away. "Hyung, it's not what it looks like," he said in alarm, pulling his hands out from underneath Minho's shirt, where they had managed to snake themselves as soon as they had started making out.
Putting his hand up to silence the dancer, Jonghyun said," I really don't want to know," before promptly leaving the room with a grossed out expression.
Taemin turned large, watery eyes on his hyung. Quickly pulling the younger man into an embrace, Minho soothed Taemin by rubbing his back.
"Don't worry, he understands and so will the other two," Minho said, his deep voice carrying all the comfort Taemin needed.
Entering back into the bedroom, Jonghyun shut the door behind him before he could over hear anything more from the new couple. Jinki was already sound asleep once again, but Kibum sprung to life at the sound of the shutting door.
"Jonghyunnie!" he cried, jumping out of bed and into his boyfriend's strong arms," Is my baby okay?"
Jonghyun would've been surprised by Kibum's quick recovery from the drinks he'd consumed the night before, but he was already aware of the other man's ability. Kibum could wake up after getting totally trashed without the slightest hint of a hangover. "What I just saw was slightly disturbing, but I think I'll pull through," he answered with a deep sigh.
"No, not you!" Kibum slapped Jonghyun's shoulder to punctuate his correction. "Taemin-ah!"
"Oh," Jonghyun said while rubbing at the sore spot Kibum had left on his shoulder," Well he's definitely grown up, along with the other kid."
Kibum fixed his cat like gaze on Jonghyun in curiosity. "What do you mean?" He demanded, pulling away from his boyfriend's hold to stay with his arms akimbo.
Jonghyun shrugged. "I mean that they're not kids anymore," he said simply as he moved forward to stretch out on his back on Jinki's inviting bed.
He considered just finding Taemin and Minho and forcing the information out of them that Jonghyun wouldn't tell him, but Kibum decided getting it out of Jonghyun would be much more fun. Laying down beside his boyfriend, Kibum began to comb his fingers through Jonghyun's hair, something he did that normally put the older man to sleep during stressful times.
"Honey?" Kibum called softly after a few minutes, wanting Jonghyun to be relaxed and unsuspecting.
Jonghyun made a humming sound in reply just as Kibum had hoped. He wrapped his arms around the singer so he could feel Jonghyun's sexy back under his fingertips. Kibum pulled himself so that his upper body was on top of Jonghyun's and his face was hovering only centimeters above his gorgeous face.
"Baby?" This time when Kibum spoke, his voice was huskier.
Eyes opening right away, Jonghyun grinned up at his boyfriend. Without hesitation, he wrapped his own arms around Kibum's smaller body before closing the distance between their lips. Kibum cooperated for the length of time it took until Jonghyun tried to deepen the kisses, hands reaching for any of Kibum's hair they could grasp to pull him closer.
Kibum slipped out from the older man's hold with ease since Jonghyun was so distracted. He rolled over onto his side so that he was facing the opposite way of Jonghyun, arms crossed over his stomach. After letting out an aggravated moan, Jonghyun reacted by turning over also, facing the same way as Kibum so that he could speak from just behind his ear.
"What's wrong, babe?" Jonghyun asked, trying to sound concerned but too absorbed with how much he was missing the feel of Kibum's lips against his own to be sincere.
"I just can't get into it, I'm too worried about Taemin," Kibum said sadly, keeping his gaze trainded on the wall.
Jonghyun began to place needy kisses on Kibum's neck, getting a word in in between," Don't worry, Minho's taking care of him."
Kibum's eyebrows scrunched together. "How?" He asked with a frown.
"Probably like this," Jonghyun stated as he continued to ravage Kibum's skin with more demanding kisses.
At his boyfriend's words, Kibum shot upwards and was out the door before Jonghyun could figure out what was going on. Sitting up with a dazed and confused expression, Jonghyun stared at the open door as he slowly realized what he had just said.
"Choi Minho, get your hands off that boy right now!" Kibum raged from the other side of the dorm.
Jonghyun cringed, feeling pity for Minho. Figuring Kibum wasn't coming back any time soon, Jonghyun lowered himself back down into the bed and shut his eyes, ready to get a little more shut eye before he had to be up for good.
"Jonghyun?" A quiet voice called from above, breaking Jonghyun from his thoughts.
Looking up towards the direction of the voice, Jonghyun suddenly remembered the other person who had been in the room.
"Yeah, hyung?" Jonghyun answered, already feeling sorry.
Jinki peered over the side of his bed with a wide eyed expression. "I'm a light sleeper," he said with a shaky voice.
Scratching the back of his head, Jonghyun smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Jinki."
Nodding wordlessly, Jinki laid back down but found he couldn't shut his eyes, afraid he might be met by the same ... sounds that had awoken him just minutes before.
Kibum stormed back into the room. "You won't believe what I just found those two doing!" He spit out, glaring back in the direction he'd came from. "I don't know what they were thinking!"
Jonghyun groaned. "They're not, they're just following their hearts," he said and shot a smile towards his boyfriend," Don't tell me you've never felt that way?"
Kibum didn't look convinced, but he also couldn't resist that sharp jawline and tempting puppy dog eyes. Putting aside the scandalous behavior he was going to need to correct in the future, Kibum found himself snuggling up beside Jonghyun.
"I guess you might be right," Kibum relented," but only this once."
With a snort, Jonghyun leaned forward and kissed Kibum's soft lips. "Whatever you say, babe."
"Please don't forget I'm in here too," Jinki called from the top bunk, desperation in his words.
Kibum looked up at SHINee's fearless leader and let off a peal of soft laughter that chimed in Jonghyun's ears. After a "sorry hyung" Kibum settled in for a quick nap. Lord knows he would need it and all of them for that matter, because once their manager got a hold of them they would be met by the fate Jonghyun had feared earlier. Certain death.
A/N: & if anyone has some spare time and wouldn't mind beta-ing for me, just let me know and I would love you forever!