I stumble into my room, clicking on the yellow lights and observing it. A king-sized bed, a wall postered with the highest quality wallpaper, a plush rug, a soft sofa, a bookcase, a window overlooking the immaculate gardens...

It's all a bribe, I realize. He just wants me to look happy for Yoogeun. I scowl as I plop onto the bed, the plump pillows swallowing me up. They're comfortable, but I still squirm as I groan with fustration. That thinks I'm so simple... So easily tricked. I put my palm to my face and sigh into my hand.

"Appa?" a familiar voice asks. I turn my head and smile at him, forcing myself to grin. He thunders to me and hops onto the bed, snuggling up to my side.

"Hey, Yoogeun," I greet, too tired to say much more. I cuddle him to my chest and, for a moment, pretend that I'm home.

"What does 'that damn bastard' mean?" Yoogeun asks quietly. I jerk back in surprise, my jaw hanging open.

"Where did you hear that?" I demand. He whimpers and looks down.

"M-Minho called you that..." he whisper. I grit my teeth and close my eyes tightly.

"THAT-" My mind grows devious and I smile. "It means a tall man with large eyes," I say sarcastically. I open my eyes to see Yoogeun's puzzled expression.

"But why did he call you that?" Yoogeun asks. I chuckle.

"Because he's an idiot," I say with a sharp edge. Yoogeun nods and kisses my cheek.

"I have to go to room now," Yoogeun squeals. I smile bittersweetly. He's so happy about his own room, but...

But it's from that bastard. I scowl as Yoogeun hops and skips away and turn, wriggling under my sheets. The light clicks off and I bolt up in bed.

"Who is it?" I ask. Whoever it is, they flick on the lights. I rub my eyes and smile at who's standing at the doorway.

"Hey," Onew greets. He walks over and sits on my bed, forcing me to lie down and raising the blanket back up to my shoulders. "Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah," I mutter as he smiles. He looks around my room.

"It looks nice," he says. I scowl.

"Nothing from that bastard could look nice. He's just a spoiled brat that thinks he can buy me like some ," I snarl.

"That would make you his umma," Onew chuckles. I laugh as he smiles and smooths my hair before leaving. I bite my lip, his touch still warm on my skin.

Onew... I can trust him, I decide as I drift off.

I groan as I hold my head, dropping the papers to the desk.

"Feeling alright?" Onew asks, amused. I glare up at him.

"How do you get that Taemin brat to laugh?" I ask, irritated. I'm not used to having a task elude me, and it makes me even more annoyed when Onew chuckles.

"I'm actually nice to him, for starters," Onew says, patting my back. "You know, treating him like an actual person?"

"No," I say bluntly. "He's an annoying , and I hate him." I turn my chair away and stare out of the window at the darkened garden. Onew bursts out laughing behind me, the loud booming laughs bouncing off of the walls.

"Why are you even bothered by this?" Onew asks. I can hear the laugh in his voice. I scowl.

"Because-" I stop myself. Because he has a beautiful laugh, and I want to hear it. I frown as I imagine Onew's reaction. "Because I didn't know that tight- could squeeze out a laugh." I hear Onew scoff disbelievingly behind me.

"Yeah right," he says. I turn to object, but he's already heading out of the door. "Good night, lover boy," he teases. I aim a book at him, but he's too fast. How can that grease-filled chicken bucket move like that?

" off!" I yell after him before going back to my business papers. The does that stupid know? I hear footsteps approach and look up, my face splitting into a wide smile.

"Good night damn bastard," Yoogeun says cheerfully before bouncing off in his little pjs. I freeze.

Then it clicks.

"LEE TAEMIN!"
 

I wake up and see my door hanging wide open. I crawl out of bed. This isn't my apartment room...

"Wha..." Then it happens. My memories hit me like a wave and groan, falling back into bed.

"Honey, you sound like you need a drink," a voice says sharply. I open my eyes and see the ceiling... Turning my head, I see the source of the voice.

"Um... Hi, strange person dressed in a maid outfit," I greet slowly, raising an eyebrow as the person turns to face me. His face is almost like a woman's, or a cat's.

"Hey there," he coos. He hops over and ruffles my hair before pulling me to my feet. Before I can comprehend what's happening, he flicks me on the forehead.

"What the !?" I shout, putting my hand over the abused area.

"How could you sleep in your clothes? They'll be wrinkled!" the man says, his face looking like I've committed a crime beyong the comprehension of any jury in the universe.

"Who the are you anyway?" I ask, rubbing the hurt spot vigorously. He smirks.

"I'm the almighty Key, ! Now let's get you into some real clothes," he says. He spins me around and I see something I hadn't noticed last night: a closet.

"I haven't unpacked yet, so-"

"Already done," Key says proudly. He opens the shuttered doors to show me all of my clothes, and more, hanging neatly on the racks. My jaw drops as I see tailored suits, designer jeans... Everything I'd ever seen in the mall but couldn't afford.

"I had them specially made according to your size," a painfully familiar voice says smugly. I spin around to see Minho standing behind Key, arms folded over his chest. "My maids made sure not to wake you up while they were putting your things away."

"Oh," I say coldly. "Thank you." Key looks from me to Minho and then back to me.

"Well, my strange little friends, I'd love to stay in this place of , but I got a boyfriend to , so let's get Taemin dressed, m'kay?" Key says finally. He pushes a protesting Minho out of the room and turns to me. My jaw seems frozen in its open position from this man's bluntness and Key chuckles.

"Ah..." All I can let out is a strangled sound from the back of my throat.

"Close that mouth, honey," he says sassily as he shuffles through the clothes. "Let's get you dressed and out of here. Can't keep Jjong waiting."

"Wh-who's Jjong?" I ask finally, the words connecting like squashed Legos in my head.

"My boyfriend. He works as a chef here," Key says. He pulls out a flamboyant shirt and pink skinny jeans, grinning proudly. "This will make any man wanna your brains out," he coos.

"I-I don't really-"

"Try it on," Key says, and I hear the latent danger in his voice as he shoves the clothes into my arms. I swallow and nod.

"A-alright," I say, my knees shaking. This man is so dangerous...

And yet he seems to safe. I blush furiously as Key watches me strip down to my boxers. The shirt goes on first, its bright colors contrasting with my pale skin. I blanch at how tight the fabic is as I look at myself in the mirror taht hangs on the closet door, seeing every detail of my body etched sharply. I rip it off and toss it to Key.

"Are you trying to get me ?" I exclaim. I grab another shirt and throw it on, the loose fabric letting me breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, now the pants," Key says, pouting a little. I put them on and smile at how comfortable they are. I look up at the mirror and my mouth drops open at the way tehy excentuate a certain "area" of me.

"No!" I shout, struggling out of them and switching them for a pair of my regular pants. Key looks like he might cry, but he just sniffles and hangs the rejected clothing back up.

"I'll turn you into a fashionista yet, sweetie!" he vows. He smiles and smothers me with a hug. "You just call me umma, alright?" Again, that latent danger that forces me to nod.

"S-sure," I say nercously. The door opens and Onew enters. He looks me up and down, smiling.

"Nice outfit," he compliments. I feel my cheeks grow red and nod.

"Thank you," I say cheerfully, happy that at least one person appreciates my fashion sense. Key releases me with a heavy pout and sulks out of the room, winking at me before dashing off, probably to find that "Jjong" person. Onew chuckles.

"I see you've met Kibum," he says. "He's a diva, but harmless."

"Really? Because he scares me a little," I admit. I immediately blush at the way my sentence sounds so stupid. Onew just laughs.

"Yes, he'll do that. He even scares Minho a little, but don't tell Minho I said that." Onew winks at me and takes my arm. He leads me out of the room and closes the door.

"Wait, I have to make the bed," I protest. Onew chuckles.

"A maid will see to that," Onew says. My eyes widen.

"But it's my mess!" I say urgently. "I can't-"

"Relax," Onew laughs. "It's their job. Come on, it's breakfast time."

"Oh..." I say, a little guilty. My stomach growls and I snarl under my breath. Onew ruffles my hair and goes immediately to fix it. I laugh as he stumbles a little, distracted with the task and not noticing his own untied shoe-lace.

"Sorry, I'm a bit clumsy," Onew says. He bends to tie it and straightens again, leading me down the long hall. I look at all the closed rooms.

"What are they all for?" I ask curiously. Onew sighs and shrugs.

"Various things. Some are studies, some are for books, some are spare bedrooms, and some are entertainment rooms," Onew says. "Minho likes having lots of space." I scoff.

"Yeah, so he can rub his cash in everyone else's face," I snarl. Onew smiles sadly and puts and arm around my shoulders.

"He's not as simple as that," he whispers. I look at him and I'm about to ask what he could mean, but he releases me and opens a door. "Breakfast is served."

A/N - Now what could Onew possibly mean? >:) I is an evil author.

Did I mention that I hate real life? T^T It gave me writer's block for a little while...

But anyway

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