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Chapter 6

How the hell did I end up paying for that meal? A man asked himself as he followed behind a bubbly pair talking excitedly about who knows what while he was left to think about how he was quite a bit of money poorer than he had been twenty minutes ago because of Key.

“…tomorrow. Yes! It starts at four. I’m so excited!”

And he just keeps talking, Minho thinks as Key continued talking to an avidly listening Taemin. They made their way down the corridor leading to their respective rooms.

“Oh, we’re here! I didn’t even realise.” Key looked around to find that they were all standing outside of Taemin’s door. Minho started to make his way towards his own door when he heard Key shout for him to stop.

“What is it Key? I’m quite tired and I’d like to get some sleep, if you don’t mind.” Minho snapped at the other man. He couldn’t help the exasperation in his voice as he turns to face an affronted looking Key. Minho tried to calm his nerves by releasing a slow sign before addressing the offended man again.

“I’m sorry. I get edgy when I’m tired. What can I do for you Key?” A moment’s silence passed between the two as they looked at each other, each waiting for something to happen. When neither of them made a move to say something Taemin, who remained at Key’s side, decides to clear his throat and catch their attention.

“I think we’ve all had a long day. Let’s say we go sleep, okay?” He said, swiping his key and opening the door to his room. The constant tension between Key and Minho was finally starting to take its toll on him and he had only had to experience them together for a few hours.
      After making his way into his room and closing the door so only a small gap - big enough to see his hyungs still standing there looking at each other – remained, Taemin felt the need to intervene.

“Hyungs, why do you hang out with each other if this is how you act all the time? It’s quite abnormal, and…weird, especially when you feel the need to suddenly have a stare down like you’re doing now.” After a while without anyone bothering to answer his question, Taemin decided to just close the door and head to bed, but only after a long bath with some relaxing music in the background.  Yes… That sounds nice indeed.

Meanwhile outside Taemin’s door…

“Just give up Minho. You’ll never win.” Key said, eyes sending daggers in the other’s direction.

“And who’s to say I won’t?” Minho narrowed his eyebrows, determination appearing on his face for the fourth time that night since they’d started having their little stare downs in the café earlier. Key folded his arms, changing his stance from one of offense to one of defence. He would not let this idiot have the upper hand. Not even for a second.

“I do. You can try all you want Minho, but you’ll never be able to stare me down. Not even in your wildest dreams will that ever be a possibility.” Key smirked at the other man. He quite enjoyed seeing Minho trying so hard. It amused him profusely, so much so in fact, that he wanted to make him feel like he had to try hard repeatedly to be better than Key. Key raised a brow when Minho suddenly strode his way across the small space, closing the gap between them, a mischievous smirk adorning his face and victory playing in his eyes.
“How about I give you a little taste of what’s in my wildest dreams.” He whispered silkily into the small gap of air that separated their bodies, his eyes never leaving those of Key’s, suggestion oozing out of each of his words. Key felt himself getting flustered at their close proximity and even more so at the implication of the words he had just heard leaving Minho’s mouth. His breath hitched as Minho took yet another step towards him; his skin tingling as that step caused their bodies to brush lightly against each other.

 Minho could swear that his heart was going crazy inside his chest. He had marched over to Key with all intentions of teasing him and leaving him hanging but the intensity of his stare had changed the entire atmosphere around them. And now his heart was racing like a wild horse in the veld.  Minho raised a hand to trace the soft skin of Key’s exposed fingers. He inched closer yet, until he felt Key’s chin on his shoulder and his breath on his neck. He waited just one heartbeat before breaking the silence with a soft, silky whisper.

“Does that invitation to your room still stand?” Minho asked into Key’s ear. He could feel the heat rising in his body and making its way up to his face as the Key blushed at the blatancy of the question.  Minho smirked at the effect he was initiating from the man. He wondered if maybe he should take things a step further.

“Yes…” He heard Key say, his voice just barely a whisper, suggesting a longing that Minho found slightly unnerving.
“Good,” Minho responded, slowly moving away from Key, his lips brushing gently against his ears as he did so. He looked at Key for a brief second before pointing down the corridor behind him, causing Key to turn suddenly, curious.

“…because that man over there seems interested.” Minho finished, giving Key a pat on the back and a small shove towards the janitor readying his equipment for the cleaning of yet another corridor in the big hotel.

“YAH!”  Key turned abruptly back to face Minho, flames playing dangerously in his eyes as he readied himself to attack the man who had just played him for a fool.

Minho jumps back at the speedy action and started jogging backwards to his room before the other man could even think to chase after him.
“Have fun you two!” he shouts in English, the wide smirk on his lips ever widening as the janitor looked up in their direction and Key  drastically paled at his words.  Minho opens his door and kept it ajar just long enough to see Key turning to look at the man behind him. The janitor gave him a suggestive look and Key hurriedly made his way into his room with the most disgruntled look Minho has ever seen on another person.
Closing the door behind him this particular man couldn’t help but to burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter at the situation he has just caused not moments ago.  Although he was planning to tease Key just a bit before going off to bed, Minho couldn’t believe just how well he’d managed to draw the man in. He did kind of feel bad for leading him on so well… well actually no, he didn’t.  
In his opinion Key was a leach who pulled people into things they’d rather have nothing to do with so why the hell should he care if Key actually thought he was being serious earlier? Minho certainly wasn’t going to fret over any hurt feelings he may have caused, that is if the other man even had feelings. And he certainly wasn’t going to let Key’s disappointed expression as he entered his room ruin the kick he had just gotten from that little prank.

Minho huffed in defeat as his mood lowered considerably at the guilty thoughts that cross his mind. He kicks at some invisible thing on the floor while cursing Key for taking the fun out of everything he did lately. He’s even starting to wonder if Killing Taemin will be any fun at all since Key was involved now.

“That stupid Key.” Minho mumbled as he crossed the room to where he planned on sleeping for the next few hours, a pout playing on his face from the sudden feeling of being cheated that overcame him.  

He brushed his teeth and changed into his PJ’s before making his way into bed, his plans for taking out his target tonight already forgotten as only thoughts of Key flooded his mind.

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A man stood with his back against the door inside his dark room. His heart was still racing crazily at the scene that had just unfolded not moments ago.

He still couldn’t believe that he’d so willingly been pulled into Minho’s little game.  And worst of all, Minho had succeeded in getting him all worked up over him… He just couldn’t believe it. It disgusted him how readily he would have taken Minho into his bed if he’d actually been serious about taking him up on his offer.

“That bastard!” Key huffed. He seriously couldn’t believe how fast his heart was beating right then. “Am I attracted to him, really?” he asked himself in a loud, disbelieving voice. What reason would his heart have for reacting this way to Minho’s false advances if he didn’t have some form of attraction for the man?
“I mean he’s handsome,” Key tried to reason with himself, “he’s tall, I like tall guys. Ooh, and he’s got that innocent looking face… but he’s not so innocent is he?” Key continued, trying to find reasons as to why he would be attracted to Minho when suddenly a thought arose in his head.

Is Minho maybe attracted to me? He wondered as he looked at his reflection in the mirror while brushing his teeth. He had already changed into his nightwear so when he finished up in the bathroom he turned off the light and crawled into his big, warm bed. Minho was still in his head.

“Nah! He can’t be.”  He muttered just before readying himself to doze off.

“If he was he would already have made his move wouldn’t he?”

Key left the question hanging in the air as he finally dozes off to sleep.

*

“Minho-hyung!”

“Minho!” Two men knocked incessantly on the door to Minho’s hotel room at eight in the morning. The younger of the two men had tried earlier to convince the older man that they should just let the man inside the room sleep peacefully. The elder of the two, however, insisted that they give waking him up a shot.

 That was half an hour ago and Key was beyond pissed.
“YAH!” he screamed kicking the door in frustration when Minho still failed to make his appearance.

“Ey! What the hell d’you think you doin’ there Sir?” they turned in surprise to find the janitor by their side with balled fits at his hips. Key averted his gaze from the intense one of the man at the memory of the previous night.  He couldn’t help but be embarrassed to even look at the man after what Minho had done.

A silence ensued amongst the men with the janitor still awaiting some form of response from the men before him.

“Well… Sir…. We were just looking for our friend. He won’t answer after thirty minutes of knocking.” Key explained. The man hovering above them let down his arms and started digging in his pockets for something.

 “Well…” he says with some strain as he fished what Key realised to be out his master key card, “I’m no’ supposed to be doin’ this but what the hell right!”

Swiping his card, the man let the two men into Minho’s room and was surprised when he received many bows of gratitude from them.

“Thank you very much Sir.” Key said as they entered Minho’s room and just before they closed the door the man outside the room murmured a soft “No problem” and gave Key a wink and a smirk. Key froze at the action as the man turned and walked away. Taemin gave him a look of concern.

“What’s wrong hyung?” the younger man asked, watching Key finally close the door with a stunned expression. Key simply shuffled his way to Minho’s bedside, mouth agape, and tried not to mentally rip his hair out.

“Minho…” his voice distant as he observed the man sleeping peacefully in his bed. And then something snapped within him.

“YAH! PABO! WAKE! UP!” Taemin was shocked at the display of sudden violence by his hyung.  Minho woke up to his head being pounded by Key’s fits and didn’t hesitate in his retaliation. Taemin watched in horror as the two men wrestled on Minho’s bed. At first it looks like Key had the advantage as he pounded away at the still half asleep man but then Minho suddenly flipped him onto the bed and Key end up looking up at an annoyed Minho pinning him down. His body held down Key’s lower half and his hands were holding his uncontrollable fits down above his head.

Both men were panting heavily and if Taemin had stumbled across them just as they are, no details, no explanations, he would think that they’d just emerged from a heavy and intense make-out session. Taemin giggled to himself at the thought.    

“Yah, hyungs,” Taemin said in a voice of reprimand when he realised that they didn’t intend on moving anytime soon, “we should really get ready to go.”

At Taemin’s words the two men seem to snap out of the little trance they are in and Minho quickly jumped off of Key with a low grumble of “How the hell are you two in my room right now anyway”
Key remained where he was, lying on the bed. He contended himself with just staring up at the ceiling, too winded to speak.

Minho grumbled his way into the shower, through the entire shower and out of the shower. He had been blissfully asleep before Key had decided to give him one hell of a rude awakening. It was one thing to have to get out of bed when you didn’t want to, but being woken up by the impact of fists on your head was on a whole other level of bad mornings.

Minho grabbed a towel, wiped at his long hair and wrapped the towel around his wet lower body. He then proceeded to open the bathroom door, releasing a cloud of steam behind him as he strode over to his suitcase next to the bed.

Key rolled his eyes at the sight of Minho, half- and prancing about the room in the process of getting himself ready. He tried not to watch as Minho dropped the towel from around his waist, revealing a pair of lovely round buttocks before proceeding to dress himself like there weren’t two other people in the room with him. After brushing his teeth and putting a comb through his slick hair, Minho finally turned to the two, who by now were at a loss for words at the others’ deliberate disregard of their presence. Not to mention the showing off that Minho could do because he had one hell of a body.

“Let’s go.” Minho said and without waiting for the other two men to respond he made his way toward the door, resignation the theme of the day.

“Prick.” Key mumbled as he and Taemin trailed behind him, making their way out the door. Despite having heard the other’s remark, Minho decides that for the sake of his own sanity, he would ignore it… just this once.

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Some yummy Minkwy interactions in this chapt along with some KeyMinTae.

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