Key’s POV

                My eyes opened wide as I listened.

                Taemin… and Minho?

                A boy… and a boy?

                How could this be?

                I was happy for them, still, and I smiled slightly.

                Yet, something nagged the back of my mind. A boy and boy love… I sighed, my mind jumbled. I had been thinking for a while, and soon Minho was lightly snoring. They were asleep in each others arms.

                I sat up, my head swirling. I needed something to stop me from thinking. I needed something to distract me from this.

                I swung my legs over the bed and rubbed my eyes. I stood up, glancing down at Jjong. I shook my head and walked clumsily out of the room.

                Opening the door knob as silently as I could, I glanced outside in the hall. It was dark, except for a faint light gleaming in from the city lights from outside the window.  

                I groaned and leaned against the wall outside the door. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed.

                Everything was so complicated now.

                I pushed myself off the wall and turned the doorknob of the other room slowly. I stepped in and didn’t bother to close the door.

                A lump was curled up in the middle of the bed: Sunny.

                I crept up and leaned over the bed.

                Her cheek was squished against the bed, and her lips were slightly parted, her breathing deep and even.

                I knelt down next to her, my face next to hers.

                I smiled at her angelic figure. Her hair was splayed over the bed, and her eyelashes were long and touching her skin.

                “My angel.” I said, and her hair gently.

                I kissed her lips gently and touched her cheek.

My POV

                My eyes fluttered open as I felt something on my lips. I saw Kibum’s face in front of me, and I smiled. My eyes hurt from being awoken.

                “Kibummie… what time is it?” My voice was groggy from the tiredness.

                “Ssh,” He said and pushed his lips gently against mine. 

                I clutched my blanket and kissed back. I needed to breathe and pushed him gently to rest, but he only pulled me tighter and crushed his lips against mine.

                “Mmh!” I pushed harder and he let go suddenly. I fell back against the bed. I stared at him, shocked, wide eyed.

                “Mianhe!” His eyes were surprised at himself. “I just… I don’t know what came over me…”

                He held his face in his hands.

                “Kibum…?” I raked my fingers through his messy hair. “Is there something bothering you?”

                “It’s…” I could tell he was about to say something, but instead he sighed again. “I’m just… tired.” It was an obvious lie, but I let it slide. I could see his strained eyes and baggy under eye circles.

                “Come into bed with me,” I smiled, scooting over. This made him grin and he did. I felt his skin pressed against mine in the thin single bed. I noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt; I could feel his hard abs pushing against my soft belly.

                I traced my fingers over his muscles. He smiled at me, and I watched him reached in for a kiss.

                I hesitated, but pressed my lips lightly against his. I relaxed as he pulled away this time, and I made a very obvious motion of breathing in deeply. He chuckled and kissed me again, this time poking his lip at mine. I allowed entry and intertwined my tongue with his. His tongue squeezed mine for a second and then let go. We continued, and my tracing finger turned into a gripping hand.

                “Mmm,” He said as everything loosened and we pulled apart. He said it like he had eaten something good. I took that as my lips tasting good, and kissed him quickly again. He grinned.

                We laid in bed, talking quietly. I was focusing on drawing doodles on his chest with my finger, and his nose was in my shoulder. He very often liked to smell my hair, and I let him.

                Every few sentences we would end up kissing again. I felt so in love. I felt as though this would last forever. I hoped it would.

                I felt his hand on my thigh, and he pulled my leg over his. I just kissed him more.

                Eventually, we both got sleepy and said our goodnights again. And kisses.

                We fell asleep and awoke the next morning with our lips still touching. 

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Yes, they were in bed together, but they didn't sleep together, if you know what I mean. ;D

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