SHINee {Jonghyun/Key ; 5 Times Key Hated Onew}
Title: 5 Times Key Hated Onew
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key; ninja!Minho/Onew, ninja!Hankyung/Heechul (VERY NINJA).
Word count: 2,628
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Key thinks that Onew is going to use the pictures to blackmail them. Jonghyun thinks that Onew is either a closet pervert, or has run out of money to buy his own porn. Either way, they want the pictures back.
A/N: my remix of style180's fic Bad Timing for the Jongkey fic remix.
Um. You know how I was doing that thing called nanowrimo? It meant that I had to write this fic really quickly because I finished nanowrimo two days ago and suddenly had the time. I have written so much in the past three days that it is unreal. Anyway, I hope you all like this -- you especially, style180! I checked through your other entries to make sure that I didn't put in a ninja pairing that you yourself didn't seem to like. ahhhhh Jongkey. I love writing them, but I'm never sure how to get their dynamic right :x (this is where everyone goes BITCH WHAT IS THIS SHIT YOU SUCK).
5 Times Key Hated Onew
1.
Didn't Key just leave Onew? Wasn't Onew just sitting in the living room, listening to his iPod? Didn't they just have a conversation, in which Onew failed miserably, Jonghyun was a bitch, and Key was right (as per usual)? If all that is true, then Key really doesn't know why Onew has just barged into the bedroom, interrupting both him and Jonghyun when they were engrossed in something rather more important than whatever it is that their leader thinks is important -- like, for example, getting Key off, which he feels is more important than anything in the entire world right now.
And the worst thing is, Onew hasn't even noticed what he's doing, he's too busy rummaging around in the drawer that was assigned to him to pay attention to whatever is (was) going on on the bed behind him. How can he not even have noticed? Key shifts, wonders if they're going to get away with it, Jonghyun looks like he's going to open his mouth, Onew turns around, smiles apologetically as if on instinct, smile drops from his face. Ears turn red. Key watches as his eyes look over them, then away and to the floor. If he rubs the back of his neck, Key will know that they're officially in cliche land.
Onew rubs the back of his neck. Key feels like throwing something at him. He glares, and out of the corner of his eye he sees Jonghyun do the same, even though he still has his hand on the back of Key's thigh. Key darts a quick glare to him. Of course he'd be the one in the most clothing. Of course. He moves his leg a little, and Jonghyun strokes his thumb. If Key was anyone else, he'd be embarrassed at getting caught with an erection in front of his band leader. As it is, he's been thinking of joining Super Junior anyway.
Onew splutters out some sort of apology. Key doesn't care, he just wants him out. He picks up a pillow, waves it threatening, knows that Onew gets it because he turns and attempts to leave the room. Attempts to, because he stubs his toe and falls over and hits his head off the bedpost. By now, he's so used to these kinds of things happening that Onew doesn't even seem to feel any pain anymore, and he picks himself up and is almost out of the door when he stops and rubs at his head. Key hits him with a pillow and slams the bedroom door after him. Jonghyun's hand slides up his thigh a little.
Taemin stares and stares at Onew staring into space with a bump developing a bruise on his head. Minho sighs and goes to get their leader an ice pack.
2.
Jonghyun curls his hand against the back of Key's neck, familiar in a way that should possibly be a little frightening. At it does is make Key step a little closer so that it's not so awkward, so that he's not leaning across too much space in order to keep their mouths together, to keep Jonghyun's tongue against his. Their hips bump. If anyone asks, Key is blaming Jonghyun.
They are, no doubt, going to either be late or completely miss their performance, but it really is Jonghyun's fault. He's the one who pulled Key from the dressing room, down a maze of endless corridors until neither of them are too sure that they'll be able to find their way back -- which is kind of perfect, since who's going to be able to find them now? Then, Jonghyun had managed to find a supply cupboard, pulled Key into it, and began making out with him like there was no tomorrow.
Key isn't too sure why, but it's not like he's going to ever complain. Which is why he's pressing himself up against Jonghyun, close as clothing, and that's pretty close since their jeans have not managed to loosen any since their Noona days. Really, who cares about noonas? Key doesn't, doesn't even think about any noona whatsoever as Jonghyun steps back, seeking out a table or a wall or something, Key doesn't know what, but he damn wells hopes that Jonghyun will press him against it.
He keeps trying to touch Jonghyun's hair, which will be a bad thing to do, mostly because it will mess it up, but also because then his hand will be covered in goop, whatever they put in it to make it look like that. Still, it wouldn't be as bad as the Mohawk, Key had had sticky fingers constantly with that hairstyle and not in a good way. Instead of risking it, he puts his hands on Jonghyun's waist, so that it's easier to touch the skin underneath his shirt.
The breathless whine that Jonghyun made almost distracted Key from paying attention to his hands, which were sliding dangerously close to his hair. He pulls his mouth away; Jonghyun leans forward and catches it again. "You'll mess it up," Key mutters, and he pulls Jonghyun's hands from his neck and lets them drop. Jonghyun takes this as an excuse to grab his hips and slide his thigh between Key's knees. Key's moan is loud in the limited space.
"How long until someone comes looking for us?" Jonghyun gasps out.
"Not long enough," Key admits, "though I left my watch in the dressing room so we could already be missing it."
"Well, our managers will kill us, so we might as well have our fun now."
Key can roll with that; Key's always up for 'fun'. Somehow in the next thirty seconds, he's against the wall, Jonghyun's hands against his belt buckle and his heart quickening in anticipation. Except Onew apparently can't let anyone get any when he himself isn't getting any, so his angry demands to know what they think they're doing, missing their performance, trailing off as he realises exactly what they're doing, shouldn't come as a surprise to Key.
Actually, it is a surprise, which explains why he shoves Jonghyun away, so hard that he almost falls on his ass and only a well placed clothing rack stops him from doing so. It is also annoying. More than annoying. Downright infuriating, in fact. Key glares hard enough so that Onew's face should be melting right off his bones, and he straightens his clothing casually. Jonghyun, still dazed after his almost-fall, works out how to stand up.
"Why were you here?" Onew seems to settle on the blandest question he can think of. Key gives him a point for not asking the obvious what were you doing. Originality is always good in Key's book; still, one point isn't enough to make up for the minus 100 that he lost for interrupting them.
"Ask him." Key motions over his shoulder with his thumb at Jonghyun's face. "It's his fault."
Taemin is slightly confused later when Key refuses to talk to either Jonghyun or Onew. Minho apparently doesn't give a damn.
3.
When Jonghyun says that he owes Key for making him dinner, Key doesn't originally think of anything. He just snorts, because Jonghyun is always saying that when Key does stuff for him, and goes to stick their dishes in the sink. It's late; they've been at a recording for a variety show for most of the evening, and Key made them something to eat because he is a Good Person and because Jonghyun looks dead on his feet -- only apparently not as dead as Key thinks, because the way Jonghyun is grinning at him is decidedly not dead.
"No, really," he says. "I owe you."
Onew is still out (god only knows). Minho has gone somewhere with Eeteuk (something about 'suicide watch'). Taemin is in bed (Key checked when he came in). Key pulls Jonghyun into the closet, because it's the nearest confined space he can find, and they can't go into the bedroom because Taemin will wake up and Key doesn't want him being tired on a school night. There are a lot of factors playing into why he chooses the closet, but mostly it's just because he's always thought it would be hot to do it in a closet.
"I thought you'd be too tired," says Key around Jonghyun's mouth kissing his own.
"I'll regret it in the morning," Jonghyun says. Key pulls back but he's against the wall and it doesn't really make him go anywhere.
"Well thanks," he huffs, and Jonghyun smiles against his throat.
"Not regretting it now," he says. The apartment is quiet for once; they have the time and the space and no one will interrupt them. Jonghyun gets down onto his knees, nudges at the hem of Key's t-shirt with his nose and blows warm air onto his stomach. Key's breath actually catches with anticipation. "Fuck," says Jonghyun, and Key is too busy stroking his hair and listening to his voice to think about the muffled crash he's just heard outside.
"Just hurry the hell up," says Key, because he knows that while they may have time, they don't have unlimited time, and besides, Jonghyun's thumb has been drifting idly up and down his zipper for the past minute or so and it is distracting. As is Jonghyun's grin at him through the darkness.
"Patience is a virtue," he says, and just to be extra annoying, he takes the zipper down one link after another, so slow that Key thinks Minho speaks faster. His hand fists in Jonghyun's hair.
Then someone opens the door and grabs Key's wrist and yanks, and Jonghyun's yelp of pain is more of a (totally, no really) manly scream as his head gets pulled back and he falls on his ass, hard. Onew, meanwhile, is blinking at them, still holding Key's wrist. "What are you doing?" he asks, and loses the originality point he'd had.
"Nothing," says Key, and wrenches his wrist from Onew's grip. "Nothing. You're infuriating, I hate you." He pats Jonghyun on the head; he winces as Key manages to hit sensitive skin. "You still owe me."
"God," says Jonghyun, making to follow Key from the cupboard and into the bedroom. "I think I'm just going to sleep, it seems safer."
"Why were you on your knees," Onew asks, still blinking at the empty cupboard.
Taemin sleeps through it all. Minho comes home and has to make strong coffee for Onew and wonders if it's a leader thing.
4.
They are having to be so careful that it takes the fun out of being a secret agent. Well, only Jonghyun seems to think that they're being secret agents. Key thinks that he looks like an idiot, dressed in all black with a face mask that he 'borrowed' from Hankyung ('borrowed' in the same sense that Henry 'borrows' Hankyung's underwear), which Hankyung in turn 'borrowed' from Heechul ('borrowed' in the sense that "what's yours is mine"). Key is just dressed in his normal clothing.
"We aren't even leaving the dorm," he reminds Jonghyun. "What is wrong in your mind?"
"There is nothing wrong in my mind," Jonghyun says. "What is wrong with your face."
"It was in your crotch last night," Key says. "It may have caught some sort of infection."
Jonghyun gapes at him, but it's under his mask so Key can't see.
Their mission is to retrieve the camera from Onew's person, the camera which contains pictures of them in compromising positions: Key in a state of undress, and Jonghyun's head in places that it maybe should not have been if they were being decent and conservative, or anything like the idols they were supposed to be. Key thinks that Onew is going to use the pictures to blackmail them. Jonghyun thinks that Onew is either a closet pervert, or has run out of money to buy his own porn. Either way, they want the pictures back.
Onew, though, has taken to carrying the camera on his person at all times -- "See? Pervert." -- and so this means they're going to have to get it back somehow without causing Minho to get involved in the scuffle, which will just end up with Onew cowering behind the taller boy and Minho holding both Jonghyun and Key by the scruffs of their necks. They need to do this subtly. They wait until Minho is out before Jonghyun tackles Onew to the ground.
Key looms over them. "Camera, hyung."
"No," wheezes Onew. Jonghyun loosens his hold on his windpipe, because even if Onew is a closet pervert who likes to use them as personal pornography, he doesn't deserve to die.
"Jinki," Key says sweetly, but the fact that he has foregone honorifics and stage names suggests that he is anything but feeling sweet right now. "If you don't hand over that camera, I will make sure that you can never have children again, courtesy of my knee in your crotch."
Key will do it, too. Onew knows he will. Onew is also very protective of his general groin area, as most guys are, and so he promptly hands the camera over. "Thank you," Key says, and Jonghyun lets Onew go and pats him on the head as he sits, cross-legged, next to where Onew is lying, groaning. Key flicks through the images. He should have known. Onew's thumb covers the screen on all but two; one is of Jonghyun's foot, the other of the corner of the bed.
"Your mouth is twitching," Jonghyun says helpfully.
Taemin thinks their leader has been kidnapped, and joyfully hopes that means he gets to stay up late. Minho manages to find Onew tied and gagged in a closet, and even though they play innocent, he knows who is to blame: it's the ones cowering in the corner as he rounds on them.
5.
A pillow has just hit them both on the top of the head. It's dark and it's confusing, but Key knows, he just knows, who is to blame. Minho reaches out and flicks the light on. Sure enough, Onew is standing on his bed in the middle of the bunks, pillow in hand, uncharacteristic glare on his face. Key lifts his head from Jonghyun's chest, frowning at him. "What is wrong with you?" he wants to know.
"Me?" Onew shrieks. "What is wrong with you? You're always trying to have sex with each other!"
Key blinks. Jonghyun groans and throws his head down onto the pillow "Turn off the light, Minho," he begs. "I don't want to see the bloodshed."
"We were just cuddling," Key shrieks back. "What, is that against the law now?"
With some satisfaction, Key sees that Onew's face drops. "Oh," he says. "Well. I guess. No, it's not." Then his brow tightens again. "Well, if you weren't trying to have sex all the damn time, this wouldn't be a problem."
"If you weren't such a moron all the damn time, this would be even less of a problem."
Two minutes later, the lights are off. Key is cross, but about managing to fall back asleep, when Jonghyun's hand begins to creep up the back of his thigh before coming to a rest on the curve of his ass. "So do you want to do something?" he murmurs into Key's ear, and lets his lips close around the lobe. Key grins, and lets his hand drifting down Jonghyun's stomach do his answering for him.
A pillow hits him on the head. "I heard that," says Onew despondently.
"Cock blocked twice in five minutes," Key says.
Taemin giggles in the darkness. Minho rolls off his bottom bunk and onto the middle one, covering Onew with his body -- it's got everything to do with protecting him, and nothing to do with all this talk of sex.
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key; ninja!Minho/Onew, ninja!Hankyung/Heechul (VERY NINJA).
Word count: 2,628
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Key thinks that Onew is going to use the pictures to blackmail them. Jonghyun thinks that Onew is either a closet pervert, or has run out of money to buy his own porn. Either way, they want the pictures back.
A/N: my remix of style180's fic Bad Timing for the Jongkey fic remix.
Um. You know how I was doing that thing called nanowrimo? It meant that I had to write this fic really quickly because I finished nanowrimo two days ago and suddenly had the time. I have written so much in the past three days that it is unreal. Anyway, I hope you all like this -- you especially, style180! I checked through your other entries to make sure that I didn't put in a ninja pairing that you yourself didn't seem to like. ahhhhh Jongkey. I love writing them, but I'm never sure how to get their dynamic right :x (this is where everyone goes BITCH WHAT IS THIS SHIT YOU SUCK).
5 Times Key Hated Onew
1.
Didn't Key just leave Onew? Wasn't Onew just sitting in the living room, listening to his iPod? Didn't they just have a conversation, in which Onew failed miserably, Jonghyun was a bitch, and Key was right (as per usual)? If all that is true, then Key really doesn't know why Onew has just barged into the bedroom, interrupting both him and Jonghyun when they were engrossed in something rather more important than whatever it is that their leader thinks is important -- like, for example, getting Key off, which he feels is more important than anything in the entire world right now.
And the worst thing is, Onew hasn't even noticed what he's doing, he's too busy rummaging around in the drawer that was assigned to him to pay attention to whatever is (was) going on on the bed behind him. How can he not even have noticed? Key shifts, wonders if they're going to get away with it, Jonghyun looks like he's going to open his mouth, Onew turns around, smiles apologetically as if on instinct, smile drops from his face. Ears turn red. Key watches as his eyes look over them, then away and to the floor. If he rubs the back of his neck, Key will know that they're officially in cliche land.
Onew rubs the back of his neck. Key feels like throwing something at him. He glares, and out of the corner of his eye he sees Jonghyun do the same, even though he still has his hand on the back of Key's thigh. Key darts a quick glare to him. Of course he'd be the one in the most clothing. Of course. He moves his leg a little, and Jonghyun strokes his thumb. If Key was anyone else, he'd be embarrassed at getting caught with an erection in front of his band leader. As it is, he's been thinking of joining Super Junior anyway.
Onew splutters out some sort of apology. Key doesn't care, he just wants him out. He picks up a pillow, waves it threatening, knows that Onew gets it because he turns and attempts to leave the room. Attempts to, because he stubs his toe and falls over and hits his head off the bedpost. By now, he's so used to these kinds of things happening that Onew doesn't even seem to feel any pain anymore, and he picks himself up and is almost out of the door when he stops and rubs at his head. Key hits him with a pillow and slams the bedroom door after him. Jonghyun's hand slides up his thigh a little.
Taemin stares and stares at Onew staring into space with a bump developing a bruise on his head. Minho sighs and goes to get their leader an ice pack.
2.
Jonghyun curls his hand against the back of Key's neck, familiar in a way that should possibly be a little frightening. At it does is make Key step a little closer so that it's not so awkward, so that he's not leaning across too much space in order to keep their mouths together, to keep Jonghyun's tongue against his. Their hips bump. If anyone asks, Key is blaming Jonghyun.
They are, no doubt, going to either be late or completely miss their performance, but it really is Jonghyun's fault. He's the one who pulled Key from the dressing room, down a maze of endless corridors until neither of them are too sure that they'll be able to find their way back -- which is kind of perfect, since who's going to be able to find them now? Then, Jonghyun had managed to find a supply cupboard, pulled Key into it, and began making out with him like there was no tomorrow.
Key isn't too sure why, but it's not like he's going to ever complain. Which is why he's pressing himself up against Jonghyun, close as clothing, and that's pretty close since their jeans have not managed to loosen any since their Noona days. Really, who cares about noonas? Key doesn't, doesn't even think about any noona whatsoever as Jonghyun steps back, seeking out a table or a wall or something, Key doesn't know what, but he damn wells hopes that Jonghyun will press him against it.
He keeps trying to touch Jonghyun's hair, which will be a bad thing to do, mostly because it will mess it up, but also because then his hand will be covered in goop, whatever they put in it to make it look like that. Still, it wouldn't be as bad as the Mohawk, Key had had sticky fingers constantly with that hairstyle and not in a good way. Instead of risking it, he puts his hands on Jonghyun's waist, so that it's easier to touch the skin underneath his shirt.
The breathless whine that Jonghyun made almost distracted Key from paying attention to his hands, which were sliding dangerously close to his hair. He pulls his mouth away; Jonghyun leans forward and catches it again. "You'll mess it up," Key mutters, and he pulls Jonghyun's hands from his neck and lets them drop. Jonghyun takes this as an excuse to grab his hips and slide his thigh between Key's knees. Key's moan is loud in the limited space.
"How long until someone comes looking for us?" Jonghyun gasps out.
"Not long enough," Key admits, "though I left my watch in the dressing room so we could already be missing it."
"Well, our managers will kill us, so we might as well have our fun now."
Key can roll with that; Key's always up for 'fun'. Somehow in the next thirty seconds, he's against the wall, Jonghyun's hands against his belt buckle and his heart quickening in anticipation. Except Onew apparently can't let anyone get any when he himself isn't getting any, so his angry demands to know what they think they're doing, missing their performance, trailing off as he realises exactly what they're doing, shouldn't come as a surprise to Key.
Actually, it is a surprise, which explains why he shoves Jonghyun away, so hard that he almost falls on his ass and only a well placed clothing rack stops him from doing so. It is also annoying. More than annoying. Downright infuriating, in fact. Key glares hard enough so that Onew's face should be melting right off his bones, and he straightens his clothing casually. Jonghyun, still dazed after his almost-fall, works out how to stand up.
"Why were you here?" Onew seems to settle on the blandest question he can think of. Key gives him a point for not asking the obvious what were you doing. Originality is always good in Key's book; still, one point isn't enough to make up for the minus 100 that he lost for interrupting them.
"Ask him." Key motions over his shoulder with his thumb at Jonghyun's face. "It's his fault."
Taemin is slightly confused later when Key refuses to talk to either Jonghyun or Onew. Minho apparently doesn't give a damn.
3.
When Jonghyun says that he owes Key for making him dinner, Key doesn't originally think of anything. He just snorts, because Jonghyun is always saying that when Key does stuff for him, and goes to stick their dishes in the sink. It's late; they've been at a recording for a variety show for most of the evening, and Key made them something to eat because he is a Good Person and because Jonghyun looks dead on his feet -- only apparently not as dead as Key thinks, because the way Jonghyun is grinning at him is decidedly not dead.
"No, really," he says. "I owe you."
Onew is still out (god only knows). Minho has gone somewhere with Eeteuk (something about 'suicide watch'). Taemin is in bed (Key checked when he came in). Key pulls Jonghyun into the closet, because it's the nearest confined space he can find, and they can't go into the bedroom because Taemin will wake up and Key doesn't want him being tired on a school night. There are a lot of factors playing into why he chooses the closet, but mostly it's just because he's always thought it would be hot to do it in a closet.
"I thought you'd be too tired," says Key around Jonghyun's mouth kissing his own.
"I'll regret it in the morning," Jonghyun says. Key pulls back but he's against the wall and it doesn't really make him go anywhere.
"Well thanks," he huffs, and Jonghyun smiles against his throat.
"Not regretting it now," he says. The apartment is quiet for once; they have the time and the space and no one will interrupt them. Jonghyun gets down onto his knees, nudges at the hem of Key's t-shirt with his nose and blows warm air onto his stomach. Key's breath actually catches with anticipation. "Fuck," says Jonghyun, and Key is too busy stroking his hair and listening to his voice to think about the muffled crash he's just heard outside.
"Just hurry the hell up," says Key, because he knows that while they may have time, they don't have unlimited time, and besides, Jonghyun's thumb has been drifting idly up and down his zipper for the past minute or so and it is distracting. As is Jonghyun's grin at him through the darkness.
"Patience is a virtue," he says, and just to be extra annoying, he takes the zipper down one link after another, so slow that Key thinks Minho speaks faster. His hand fists in Jonghyun's hair.
Then someone opens the door and grabs Key's wrist and yanks, and Jonghyun's yelp of pain is more of a (totally, no really) manly scream as his head gets pulled back and he falls on his ass, hard. Onew, meanwhile, is blinking at them, still holding Key's wrist. "What are you doing?" he asks, and loses the originality point he'd had.
"Nothing," says Key, and wrenches his wrist from Onew's grip. "Nothing. You're infuriating, I hate you." He pats Jonghyun on the head; he winces as Key manages to hit sensitive skin. "You still owe me."
"God," says Jonghyun, making to follow Key from the cupboard and into the bedroom. "I think I'm just going to sleep, it seems safer."
"Why were you on your knees," Onew asks, still blinking at the empty cupboard.
Taemin sleeps through it all. Minho comes home and has to make strong coffee for Onew and wonders if it's a leader thing.
4.
They are having to be so careful that it takes the fun out of being a secret agent. Well, only Jonghyun seems to think that they're being secret agents. Key thinks that he looks like an idiot, dressed in all black with a face mask that he 'borrowed' from Hankyung ('borrowed' in the same sense that Henry 'borrows' Hankyung's underwear), which Hankyung in turn 'borrowed' from Heechul ('borrowed' in the sense that "what's yours is mine"). Key is just dressed in his normal clothing.
"We aren't even leaving the dorm," he reminds Jonghyun. "What is wrong in your mind?"
"There is nothing wrong in my mind," Jonghyun says. "What is wrong with your face."
"It was in your crotch last night," Key says. "It may have caught some sort of infection."
Jonghyun gapes at him, but it's under his mask so Key can't see.
Their mission is to retrieve the camera from Onew's person, the camera which contains pictures of them in compromising positions: Key in a state of undress, and Jonghyun's head in places that it maybe should not have been if they were being decent and conservative, or anything like the idols they were supposed to be. Key thinks that Onew is going to use the pictures to blackmail them. Jonghyun thinks that Onew is either a closet pervert, or has run out of money to buy his own porn. Either way, they want the pictures back.
Onew, though, has taken to carrying the camera on his person at all times -- "See? Pervert." -- and so this means they're going to have to get it back somehow without causing Minho to get involved in the scuffle, which will just end up with Onew cowering behind the taller boy and Minho holding both Jonghyun and Key by the scruffs of their necks. They need to do this subtly. They wait until Minho is out before Jonghyun tackles Onew to the ground.
Key looms over them. "Camera, hyung."
"No," wheezes Onew. Jonghyun loosens his hold on his windpipe, because even if Onew is a closet pervert who likes to use them as personal pornography, he doesn't deserve to die.
"Jinki," Key says sweetly, but the fact that he has foregone honorifics and stage names suggests that he is anything but feeling sweet right now. "If you don't hand over that camera, I will make sure that you can never have children again, courtesy of my knee in your crotch."
Key will do it, too. Onew knows he will. Onew is also very protective of his general groin area, as most guys are, and so he promptly hands the camera over. "Thank you," Key says, and Jonghyun lets Onew go and pats him on the head as he sits, cross-legged, next to where Onew is lying, groaning. Key flicks through the images. He should have known. Onew's thumb covers the screen on all but two; one is of Jonghyun's foot, the other of the corner of the bed.
"Your mouth is twitching," Jonghyun says helpfully.
Taemin thinks their leader has been kidnapped, and joyfully hopes that means he gets to stay up late. Minho manages to find Onew tied and gagged in a closet, and even though they play innocent, he knows who is to blame: it's the ones cowering in the corner as he rounds on them.
5.
A pillow has just hit them both on the top of the head. It's dark and it's confusing, but Key knows, he just knows, who is to blame. Minho reaches out and flicks the light on. Sure enough, Onew is standing on his bed in the middle of the bunks, pillow in hand, uncharacteristic glare on his face. Key lifts his head from Jonghyun's chest, frowning at him. "What is wrong with you?" he wants to know.
"Me?" Onew shrieks. "What is wrong with you? You're always trying to have sex with each other!"
Key blinks. Jonghyun groans and throws his head down onto the pillow "Turn off the light, Minho," he begs. "I don't want to see the bloodshed."
"We were just cuddling," Key shrieks back. "What, is that against the law now?"
With some satisfaction, Key sees that Onew's face drops. "Oh," he says. "Well. I guess. No, it's not." Then his brow tightens again. "Well, if you weren't trying to have sex all the damn time, this wouldn't be a problem."
"If you weren't such a moron all the damn time, this would be even less of a problem."
Two minutes later, the lights are off. Key is cross, but about managing to fall back asleep, when Jonghyun's hand begins to creep up the back of his thigh before coming to a rest on the curve of his ass. "So do you want to do something?" he murmurs into Key's ear, and lets his lips close around the lobe. Key grins, and lets his hand drifting down Jonghyun's stomach do his answering for him.
A pillow hits him on the head. "I heard that," says Onew despondently.
"Cock blocked twice in five minutes," Key says.
Taemin giggles in the darkness. Minho rolls off his bottom bunk and onto the middle one, covering Onew with his body -- it's got everything to do with protecting him, and nothing to do with all this talk of sex.