Innocent Days
5
Chapter 5
What the hell was wrong with him? Why had he gone and kissed Jonghyun like that? He had been in love with Key for the last two years and he had never kissed him once in all that time, hadn’t even dared to think about it because he could see that Key used to have eyes only for Jonghyun. Minho had always thought that a confession from him would only put Key in the difficult situation of having to reject him -and then things would become awkward between them and Minho would never risk their relationship. Key had been the one to make him open up when they first met as a group and after that it had been Key again, who helped him adjust to their idol-status after their debut, which had been a difficult time for Minho. And at some point during that time Key became his light. His fascinating personality never ceased to amaze him: he was outspoken and sometimes a real attention whore, but he cared deeply for those close to him and never failed to show it with small actions. Not to mention that behind his amazingly attractive appearance was a sharp-witted mind that ran hundreds of miles per second. Key was simply perfect.
So why had he kissed Jonghyun? Yes, he had seemed vulnerable and heartbroken at that time, but you just don’t go and stick your tongue into someone’s mouth because he seems sad! And yes, Jonghyun was attractive, but until today Minho had never thought about him as anything else than a brother and a friend. Ew, then the kiss they had shared could only be described as incest. Just ew! But why had it felt so unbelievably good then? Actually so good that Minho’s brain had shut itself completely down, and he had been about to go even further, if Jinki hadn’t interrupted them. Funny fact was that Minho didn’t even think that he was gay; he had always thought that Key was the only male he could ever like in this way, but well -now he had proven himself wrong. If he thought about it, it actually made sense: if the almighty Key, whom he liked, liked Jonghyun, a logical conclusion would be that Minho liked Jonghyun as well. Yeah, that made sense. Relieved that he had resolved one mystery, he ordered his next drink (–was it the fourth or the fifth already?) and went mentally on to the next issue. Would he tell Key about the kiss? Would he tell the boy he was secretly in love with, that he had kissed the boy that he was in love with? “Minho, get up, it’s time to go.” Jonghyun said suddenly materializing at his side in what had seemed out of thin air. “No, I’m not done yet. Take a shtool and keep me company!” After a careful inspection of his state, Jonghyun just pushed the younger boy from his stool and started pulling him behind him, but he came as far as the door because Minho had grabbed the frame in a death grip. “I won’t leave until I come to some concluzzions.” he whined. “I don’t think that right now you’re in the state for that.” Jonghyun snickered and pried his fingers one by one off the frame, thankful that the younger didn’t resist much. “Of courshe I am, I already came to one: What we did was incest!” “Oookay, if you say so,” Jonghyun said “but remember we are not related by blood.” “Oh. I forgot that.” Minho said and Jonghyun had to smile at his puzzled expression; he seemed to be an adorably funny drunk. “Oh, then it ish not that bad that I’m in love with you! Cool!” At that Jonghyun’s smile vanished. “Since when?” he asked sternly. “I don’t know, but if Key ish in love with you, and I am in love with Key then I am in love with you too!” “Aish, that makes no sense, bapo!” Jonghyun said annoyed with himself that he had almost had him there. He pulled the boy into the elevator and pressed the button to their floor. “No! It’sh true!” Minho insisted and pouted. ‘Okay, more of a stupid drunk.’ Jonghyun revised his earlier thought. “Alright let’s say, you’re in love with me. Then if I ask you to do something, will you do it?” “Of course!” came the reply all too happily. “Please don’t tell Key about kissing me or that you love me or anything about that, ok?” “… Ok.” “Then let’s go sobber you up.”Key had nodded off a long time ago when he felt the bed shift under an additional weight. He turned around and was greeted by the boy’s back. “Minho?” he whispered into the darkness laying his hand on his arm just to feel him instantly tense up. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Downstairs?” he answered and reluctantly turned his head to awkwardly face him. Key could smell alcohol and coffee on the boy and that made him wonder as Minho never drank. “Did you drink?” he asked softly and caressed his arm in a loving manner before pulling so he lay on his back. “Ne.” Key propped himself up on his elbow and hesitated a little before forming his next words. “Have you been drinking because of me?” When no answer came, he lowered himself a little so he could whisper directly into Minho’s ear. “There was no need for that.” He slowly let his lips strife over the soft skin of the earlobe and further down the neck, feeling the boy shiver. “Key..” he said breathlessly, and Key scooted closer to lay his head on his shoulder while letting his hand slowly draw circles on his chest. He wondered if the heart he was hearing beating loudly was Minho’s or his own. “From tonight onward I will see only you, I mean if you want to… want to make me… yours.” “Christ!” Minho groaned and shot up in an instant to pin Key to the bed. “Do you even know what hearing you say that does to me?” Key bit his lip and shook his head a silent no. “Please, don’t play with me, baby.” Minho whispered hoarsely. “I’m not.” Key replied instantly with sincerity and since he didn’t have the freedom of movement to do much he breathed: “Love me, Minho.”