assumptions
PG-13
various pairings
You need to spell it out.
i.
Key (being The Almighty Key, he is) is always known as bumpy-jumpy, but somewhat seems to distant himself from the other members (
I’m just trying to keep sane enough; I live with those bunches of idiots for ungodly hours, thank you, he retorts. No offense). In some past interviews, he did even say the members were not his families, not his closest friends, they were just, plainly, members. Damn that kissable lips which could spit out random thoughts (and surely,
cruel words) without noticing the way Taemin flinches, a low sigh from Minho (a perfect
ignorance is bliss action), Jonghyun tightens his fist—holding back his soon-to-be-exploded anger.
And Onew completely drowns in silence. But he understands.
Jonghyun clenches his teeth, while Taemin plasters a confused face.
What is it now.
Onew approaches Key right away after recording sessions. Key’s there, sitting two meters apart from the three—as if saying those boys are contaminated with germs by the looks. Or stuffs like that. Off-make-up face. Nonchalant gaze. Still no smile.
Maybe they did something stupid and it annoyed him. Maybe he got over fight. Maybe he is just tired. Maybe they’re practically not a family, of the entire years they’ve been together. Maybes.
Onew doesn’t need maybes. All he needs is an efficient solve.
There is a lengthy, comfortless silence filled by the sound of gossiping noonas, flick-click Minho’s PSP by the time Onew reaches where Key is.
“Need someone to talk?”
Key peers over. The leader quirks an eyebrow, waiting for answers.
Key takes Onew’s delicate, puffy hands, and nods. They walk, holding hands.
It is what a leader supposed to do. Right?
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ii.
“We made it, hyung!” Taemin runs, shouting all the way, “We made it! We win the main prize—damn this quiz show is too easy,
piece of cake—we did it!”
The youngest of the group runs toward Minho, stretching his arm. Generally, Minho’s barely laugh. He does smiling most of the times, in a way that makes every girls in the world would die from heart-attack (okay, that is quite exaggerating), but it’s no more than a thin line curving, fitting perfectly on his lips. Who knows; ask the concept, ask the management, they told him to do so. To stay cool, being an Ice Prince. Minho knows he gets nothing to choose except obeying the rules.
But when Taemin moves closer, laughing breathlessly, Minho breaks the spell. He grins hugely, almost dorky, his doe eyes stun amazingly. He catches Taemin, hugs back and spins him. The fangirls start ooh-ing, wondering what is happening between them. Choi Minho never burst like that.
Say it because of his over-competitive self, or he’s enjoying the six digits that blinking through the big screen too much, or it could be—it because of Taemin.
He wins. Taemin hugs him happily. He should be happy.
Right?
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iii.
“Wow,” Jonghyun chortled, “third times lucky. We win again.”
Key sniffs, pulling his trade-mark smirk again. “Happy now?”
Somehow Jonghyun doesn’t seem satisfied this time. Instead, he looks nervous while flinging the reward upside down. A bit similar to Jinki when the leader makes constipated face. “Of course I am. But actually, I have to do something if we win. I’ve promised.”
“Do what? Sprinting around SM office in nothing but briefs?” Key snaps out.
Jonghyun doesn’t bother to give the answer; he tilts his head, jerk back, bringing a simple peck to the boy’s high cheekbone. “I have to do this.” he grins.
Key stops talking, stops thinking. He’s too busy counting how many minutes more until they back to the dorm so he can skin Jonghyun alive. It’s a valuable payment for him. Best friends don’t kiss each other. A best friend Kibum shall have doesn’t give him flutter feelings and butterflies flying in his stomach. A best friend can’t make him feels like a thirteen-years-old in a crush.
Right?
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OMAKE
Onew : Okay, you lost the bet, Jjong. Because of my gentle affections, they like Onkey better. I found about 500 Onkey fanfictions.
Jjong : No hyung. You look pitiful, that’s why they wrote Onkey. Besides, Jongkey fanfictions are way too cool to compare with. They’re professionals.
Taemin : Nononono, you guys—lookie there? As far as I can see, only fanfictions tagged 2min which appear recently on the sites. It means I am the winner. Good job, Minho-hyung!
Minho : I don’t swing that way, oh God. Taemin, you start becoming like them. It’s horrible.
Key : GREAT. SO THIS IS A GAME, HUH? AND I’M THE GIRL, I ALWAYS BE. DO YOU GUYS WANNA DIE?!
Jjong : Easy, Momma. It’s fun, it’s just fan service. It’s not like you and I are really dating and, you know, do things like what they wrote—
Minho : Are you PMS-ing again, Key?
Key : YOU GUYS ARE GROSS. STAY AWAY FROM THE BEDROOM. SLEEP OUTSIDE—I DON’T EVEN CARE, JUST DIE FROM PNEUMONIA OR ANYTHING, BBANGKUS.
Onew : Hey but I’m leader—
Key : AND NO CHICKEN FOR A WEEK.
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