Warning! Thar be slashiness ahead! If you don't like boyxboy pairings... wth are you even doing here? Shoo!

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Key was sulking on the couch. Jonghyun had promised to come over and watch movies with him tonight. The problem? Jjong was 2 ½ hours late and wasn't picking up his phone. This wasn't the first time Key's friend had stood him up. Jonghyun was always breaking dates with him, especially since the other man had moved out of the dorm. Kibum's pout deepened as he crossed his arms and sunk further into the couch. It was in this position that Onew found him, coming out of the bathroom after a hot shower. As usual, the group's leader wore only a pair of pajama bottoms, making him feel comfortably at home. He smiled a little at his roommate's expression and shook his head, moving over to drop onto the couch, still rubbing a towel against his wet hair.

“A no-show again, huh?” Onew observed casually.

Key muttered angrily, though the older man wasn't positive there had been any actual words used. He continued drying his hair, knowing he wouldn't have to wait long for his favorite Diva to start ranting. He glanced around, wondering if Minho was over at Taemin's place again. Finally, Key couldn't handle it anymore and he threw the TV remote across the room.

“Why does he keep doing this to me?!” the smaller man cried, putting his head in his hands, “What the hell did I do wrong? How can he just toss me aside like this? We're supposed to be friends!”

Key gasped for breath, fighting desperately against the tears in his eyes.

“Kibum,” Onew said softly, trying to gently get his friend's attention.

“It's just not right!” the other man shouted, interrupting his leader, “It's not right...”

The distraught man began to whimper, covering his head with his arms, tears finally flowing freely.

“Is it my fault?,” he sobbed quietly, as though he had forgotten that his hyung could hear him, “Did I mess up? Was I too obvious about my feelings?”

Onew allowed himself another small smile. I knew it, He thought, I knew Key was in love with Jjong. Now, what can I do about it?

The larger man reached out and comfortingly laid a hand on the back of Key's neck, squeezing gently. Unexpectedly, the diva turned and pressed his face against the leader's bare chest, still sobbing quietly. Onew wrapped his arms around his friend and held him tightly, rubbing a hand lightly across the effeminate man's back.

“Easy,” he murmured softly to Key, “Easy. It's okay.”

“No it's not,” Kibum replied in a muffled whine, “It hurts.”

“I know,” Onew sighed, kissing the top of the other man's head.

He breathed in Key's scent, holding the diva close. His heart ached for his friend's pain, but another part of him leaped for joy at being allowed so close again. For too long, Key had kept the leader at a distance, instead focusing his affections on Jonghyun. Onew kissed the smaller man's dark hair again, enjoying the feel of it against his lips. He luxuriated in the sensation of Kibum's warmth pressed against him, letting out a small sigh as the diva sniffled below him.

Damn it, Jinki, he scolded himself silently, focus. This is not the time. He shifted his position slightly and gave Key a little squeeze, trying to encourage the other man to sit up. Kibum did so, slowly, though he didn't move far away. The diva's delicate hand remained on Onew's thigh, making the older man's heart thud heavily in his chest.

“Is there something wrong with me, hyung?” Key asked in a broken little voice.

“No, no, god no, Key! There's nothing wrong with you!” Onew moved a little closer to the diva, debating over safe places to put his hands. He settled on one hand on the small of the younger man's back and the other on top of the hand Key had on his thigh.

The diva wiped at his face with a free hand and sniffled, looking at his leader with wet, reddened eyes and a trembling lip. “Why doesn't he love me?”

Onew's heart clenched in his chest and he lifted his hand from Key's to caress the younger man's face, a pained expression on his own face.

“I really don't know,” he answered honestly.

Kibum blinked at the larger man for a moment before realization bloomed in his dark eyes. His cheeks flushed and he glanced away from Onew's face. “Hyung, I...”

“I know,” the leader replied, pulling away with a lump in his throat.

The older man stood, silently berating himself for being so obvious while his little friend was in pain. How selfish he was. Before he could get far though, Key clutched at the man's wrist. Onew turned slightly, looking down into his beloved diva's face, trying not to cry himself.

“Please don't go,” Kibum said softly, his pale cheeks coloring.

“Key...” Onew sighed, shaking his head and trying to pull away again.

“Jinki-hyung, no!” the diva held onto the leader's wrist tighter.

Onew froze at the use of his real name. He stared into the other man's beautiful eyes, puzzling over what to do. This wasn't the time for him to confess. Key was hurting over Jonghyun. Key was in love with Jjong, not Jinki.

“Please. Please don't go. Please don't leave me,” the younger man pleaded.

At those words, Onew's resolve broke and he knelt at Key's feet, pulling the dark-haired man into his arms once more.

“I would never leave you,” Jinki whispered into the diva's hair, “Never.”

“Tell me,” Kibum replied quietly.

“Key, now isn't-”

“Tell me, Jinki-hyung,” the younger man said firmly, cutting Onew's sentence off. His voice softened when he said again, “Tell me.”

The older man pulled back a little and once more caressed Key's face, drinking in the diva's face and the look of need in those dark, beautiful eyes.

“I love you,” Onew finally said, hands trembling.

“Can you make me stop hurting?” The pain in Key's voice broke the leader's heart.

“I can try,” Onew replied, leaning in to capture the diva's lips with his own.