Jonghyun and Kibum were both still completely dazed by the easy acceptance they both received, but what confused them more was the fact that Jonghyun's parents so carelessly greeted Kibum into the family, and how quickly they abandoned the two to call off their previous engagement featuring Jonghyun.

To say the two were stunned would be a complete understatement. They both continued to stare blankly into nowhere, not moving from their spot stood aside the couch until Jonghyun finally broke the silence with a small cough, reaching behind him without looking to grab the younger boy's wrist, before carefully leading him out of the room.

Much to his disbelief, Kibum still felt rather happy about the situation they were in. He expected it to go much worse, to be harder and even maybe to have seen a few punches thrown here and there, but he felt nothing but relief wash through his body as he assessed the situation.

He had to pinch himself to check if he was dreaming.

The house seemed bigger as Kibum let himself be slowly dragged through. The pale walls turned into a nice shade of red as they reached the kitchen, which was possibly even bigger than Kibum's entire living area of his apartment.

He suddenly felt insecure; ashamed that he had brought Jonghyun to his tiny, worthless apartment now he knew how the elder lived.

The black tiles along the walls reflected the sunlight harshly, and although they complimented the red of the kitchen beautifully, Kibum had to shield his eyes whilst the elder pulled him towards outside.

The blonde wasn't surprised to be led to a conservatory, (he was sure this house had a few more surprises) and he suddenly felt sick from the humidity of the sun heating the glassed area. Small couch chairs set up all around a large table, glass doors leading out onto an open patio either side where a rather ancient, stone staircase led to a beyond large garden.

Kibum expected nothing less.

He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself as the elder abruptly left him alone. Kibum felt hot, and honestly rather uncomfortable; he began to wish he had worn a shirt under his jumper but since he couldn't take it off, he settled for rolling up the sleeves before heading across the room, and placing his hands on the warm glass.

"...Wow.."

'Dream house' would be the term Kibum had thought of once he'd set foot inside the home, but as he looked upon the large garden, flowers decorating it beautifully with vibrant colours, a small pool surrounded by deck chairs and a breathtaking view of the mountains in the distance, Kibum couldn't help but wonder if he would live in a house like this one day. He knew he'd like too.

"Do you want to go in?"

Kibum felt himself surprised by the voice behind him; not enough to cause him to jump, but he was a bit thrown when he turned around to see that the voice wasn't coming from his silver haired lover.

"Excuse me?"

"The pool.." 

Kibum watched as the boy let out a laugh before joining him by the window.

"You keep looking at it.. You can go in if you like, I'm sure we have some spare swimwear somewhere."

"No.. Thank you, i was just admiring.. It's Jinki, right?"

Kibum was sure the boy before him was Jonghyun's overly polite brother, (in Kibum's opinion anyway), but he had to question since the boy had clearly changed for their guest. It surprised Kibum how nicely the boy scrubbed up once he'd brushed his lengthened hair behind his ear and put on a nice outfit.

Jinki dressed pretty much like Kibum; he wore fitted dark jeans and a loose jumper. The only difference was that his jumper was blue.

"Well.. Let me know if you change your mind.."

Kibum smiled back at Jinki's polite gesture before the elder held his hands behind his back; making his way towards one of the patio doors.

Key felt a wave of jealously overcoming him, wishing he could join the boy outside and escape the suffocating humidity, but at the same time he guessed he should wait for Jonghyun, which wasn't an overly long time and he was pleased to see the boy jogging lightly towards his direction, his jeans changed to shorts and a pair in his hand, which Kibum assumed were for himself.

Kibum smiled lightly as Jonghyun approached him, hand held out in his direction and a pair of denim shorts in hand.

"Here.. Do you want to put these on?"

"No thank you.."

Jonghyun felt himself frown as he stood up from his hunch, breath slightly frantic from his running.

"...Okay, never mind.. But why are you still here? Did you not want to go outside?"

Kibum leant back slightly, looking out the glass towards Jinki who was seated around a table under an umbrella, before looking back to Jonghyun.

"Your brother is outside.."

Jonghyun leant forward to look at the boy who seemed engrossed in his reading.

"Oh.. So?"

"So.. It would be rude to disturb him.."

"Kibum, you can do what you want here.."

There was a short silence.

"He offered me to go in the pool."

"Okay.. Do you want to?"

"...No not really."

Jonghyun frowned but laughed at the younger before spinning him around and pushing him towards the almost scolding door.

"You can go outside Kibum, he doesn't bite!" Jonghyun laughed, loosening his hold on the feline boy as he set out onto the patio, before making his way over to Jinki.

Jonghyun didn't care much for Jinki's privacy and truth be told, the elder felt the same way. They both spent enough time together and so interrupting the boys reading was the last thing Jonghyun cared about as he pulled up a chair, sighing in relief as the large umbrella casted shade upon his body.

Kibum felt himself surprised as Jinki looked up from his book, before carelessly throwing it onto the table and letting it close without being marked.

"So.. Are you guys only recently friends? How come Jonghyun hasn't brought you round before?" Jinki asked, earning a small laugh from Jonghyun who secretly held Kibum's hand under the table.

"Don't harass him Hyung!"

"I'm not! I'm just curious.. So tell me.."

Kibum felt himself shuffle awkwardly in his seat before faking a small smile.

"I met him at his workplace.."

Jinki nodded with a pouted lip, ushering the boy to continue.

"..And he saved me from a rather awkward situation."

"I see.. Why what happened?"

"My co-worker was coming onto me.. And it was unnecessary.." Kibum lied, not wanting to create an awkward atmosphere as he felt Jonghyun squeeze his hand lightly.

"Did she ask you out?"

Kibum felt himself freeze slightly at the question, unsure about whether or not Jinki knew about him and Jonghyun, and so he chose to lie instead.

"...Yeah."

Most pointless lie ever, Kibum thought, as Jonghyun laughed lightly by his side.

Hearing his phone vibrate horribly loud against the glass of the table, Jonghyun felt thankful to be away from the awkward questioning as he looked upon the lit up screen.

"1 new message - Min"

Lifting the device away from Jinki's intense glare, Jonghyun viewed the message closer to him and Kibum.

"From- Min.

Hyung! Junhong accidently hit Kai in the face with a basketball and nearly broke his nose.. It's kinda my fault.. Can I bring him home with some other friends? I feel real bad.."

Jonghyun took a minute to question himself as to who Kai was; a faint memory of the boy being at one of Jinki's many pointless parties before he remembered him as the brunette on his back. Jonghyun let out a small laugh.

He liked how the younger relied on him; it may seem weird, but Jonghyun liked the fact that Minho clearly saw him as someone more important than just a guy he moved in with once their parents married, and the fact that he asked Jonghyun before their parents made the elder feel of utmost importance to the boy. He like Minho, he was a good kid.

"To- Min.

Seriously Min you better not be in any trouble.. Sure, don't bring too many though since mum and dad are home, and wear your kit home, it's too hot today for that uniform of yours."

Jonghyun looked towards the blonde he felt laughing aside him.

"What?" He asked, Kibum still laughing as he tried to calm down.

"Who was that? Minho?" Jinki perked up, knowing exactly who it was but still feeling the need to ask as he watched Jonghyun nod.

"Yeah just Min.. Seriously what's your problem?!" Jonghyun replied, turning his attention to Kibum and lightly pushing the younger in his seat before laughing with him, (although he was pretty sure Kibum was laughing at him.)

"N-nothing.. Aw you are so caring, it's sweet.."

Kibum forced his lips together, trying hard to hold back a laugh and failing miserably as he watched Jonghyun pout, the said boy crossing his arms as he turned to face away from his feline lover.

~

Minho felt nothing but guilty as he sat in the nurses office, Kai by his side as they both awkwardly seek comfort from the old, blue plastic chairs that the nurse refused to change. They had waited about twenty minutes to be seen and the older woman seemed less than happy to see them. As they waited, they had seen many injured students; those with pulled muscles, those who had overstrained themselves and one unfortunate student who had appeared to have broken her arm. 

Sports day was a real disaster in Minho's conclusion.

And he couldn't help but cringe, angling his body away from the boy as the nurse carelessly pulled at his face, poking at his nose and clearly causing Kai great discomfort as Minho watched the blood start to drip from his nostril once more.

"It's not broken."

Minho couldn't help but snort at her verdict, and Kai's bitter response of, "Well that's ing brilliant."

He felt guilty to be sat there, watching the others pain and although Minho knew he wasn't the one to directly hit the boy, he imagined that if he wasn't teasing Taemin, then the blonde wouldn't be in such a state.

"Could you step outside for a minute?"

Minho was confused as to why the nurse had asked him to leave, but her intense glare as she pressed a compress to Kai's face told him that he shouldn't argue, and so he obeyed, bowing lightly before turning on his heels.

Once Minho left the room, he closed the door carefully behind him, knowing it would create an awful bang if he let it go naturally before facing the waiting area; occupied only by a boy with bright orange hair; his head rested in his hands.

"..Hey."

Minho's voice was soft, even surprising himself but he didn't want to startle the boy. He didn't need to be responsible for another injury today.

"..Hi."

Minho smiled to himself as he took a seat next to the boy, Taemin's head tilting slightly until his eyes met his own.

"How is he?" Taemin asked, a concerned expression decorating his face as he sat up more to view the boy, whilst Minho thought up a response.

"..It's not broken." He laughed, earning a frown from Taemin who clearly did not find the situation funny in any way. Minho abruptly stopped his laughing.

"The nurse said his nose isn't broken.. Well, at least it wasn't.. It wouldn't surprise me if she broke it herself with all the handling she did to it.." Minho rephrased, feeling confident as Taemin let out a snort, before rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands.

"Yeah.. She's weird like that.. Told her i grazed my arm once and she almost pulled it out of its socket.. Crazy ."

Minho felt himself laugh at the younger, agreeing completely that yes, their school nurse was not one to care much when a student was in pain.

Minho felt weird talking with Taemin; he had only really spoke to the younger once or twice and that was when he had accidently thrown him on the floor. He remembered their conversations, and the younger's appearance. He always remembered the face Taemin made as he pouted slightly, rubbing his head with his eyes wide as saucers.

"We don't really talk much, do we..." Minho mumbled, unconsciously voicing his thoughts as Taemin faced him with a confused frown.

"I guess not.."

"...Why did you call me hot?" Minho asked, recalling the memory of those words leaving Taemin's mouth one time that he helped the younger.

He wasn't supposed to actually ask though. Minho felt himself crumble inside as Taemin let out a laugh, sitting up more in his seat.

"Really Minho, how long has that been playing on your mind?!" Taemin laughed in disbelief. He had said that more than a week ago, and Minho was still thinking about it.

He watched as Minho's face turned a deep shade of red.

"It hasn't, i just remembered and.. Just, yeah forget it-"

Minho swiftly stood up from the chair, ready to go back to Kai completely embarrassed before he felt a tug on his wrist, the younger boy still smiling as he pulled Minho closer towards him.

"I-.. I just.. I don't know, you looked good okay.. Why are you so flustered?" 

"I don't know.." Minho replied honestly, genuinely confused as to why the Younger had this warming effect on him as he loosened the boy's hold, trying to escape again before he felt Taemin tightly grab his fingers.

"Where are you going?"

Minho felt his cheeks flush a deep red as he looked upon the boy's well manicured hand, gripping his own.

"..Kai."

"Okay.. Are you going back to the hall after?" Taemin questioned, standing from the chair as he kept a hold on the raven haired boy's fingertips.

Minho felt himself glance down.

"Oh, um no.. Actually he's coming to mine with a few friends.." Minho replied, secretly missing the comfort of the younger once Taemin had let go of his hand, before nodding awkwardly as he clicked his tongue.

"Right.. Okay."

"Why? Is that a problem?"

Not wanting to seem like a brat, Taemin smiled before placing his hands in his pockets.

"No.. I was going to ask him if he wanted to come to mine but it's fine, really.."

Something about the way the boy's head hung made Minho feel bad. Every time he'd seen Taemin, the boy had been happy and bubbly, but right now he looked straight up sad. Minho didn't mean to hurt Taemin's friend, or take him away from him, and so without thinking and without wanting to make the boy wait awkwardly for a response, Minho quickly patted his arm with a smile.

"Do you want to come over too?"

Taemin frowned a little.

"What?"

"You can look after him at my place! My brother wont mind one or two more people over, it's not like you'll take up much room.." Minho laughed, gently pretending to punch the younger's chin in an act to wipe that frown off Taemin's face, which was a success. Taemin felt himself nod.

"Sure..Thanks, um.. I'll go get my things."

Minho watched as the boy his heels, knowing that he would be there for when he got back before a small smile spread across his lips. Leaning himself on the handle of the door, Minho faced the younger once more before he left the waiting area.

"Taemin!"

Said boy turned slightly, leaning back from the door with a questioning look as he unconsciously pouted, eyebrows raised before he flicked his fringe.

"Wear your kit, it's too hot outside for our uniforms!"

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I know this is short, (don't hate me) 

My feelings about this chapter are just like:

*expresses feelings through Taemin*

I'm sorry for any mistakes..

Anyway support is loved, i'm really grateful to those of you who enjoy this story and like always, i'll update soon <3

Goodbye.