• Prologue

He sang screams of pleasure into his ears, the other taking the sweet scent in.

I can’t believe people would even.

Jonghyun nibbled on his neck making him arch more and more…

It’s just so… so… disturbing.

Key moaned, biting his lip, getting ready for a bed-breaking ride.

The thick descriptions, the sounds; they make it sound so real. That’s what’s scary.

Aroused and sweaty, they –

I clicked the back button.

Breathing in and out, I tried to clear my mind away from the images.

I can’t believe I just read that. The words were so vivid, almost like watching a video. It won’t leave my head: a movie on replay, a presentation on lovemaking. The actors? Key and Jonghyun.

I closed my eyes, hoping it’d erase away.

“Taemin!”

I exited the window and looked up to see him.

“Yeah, hyung?”

“Hyung! HYUNG! HARDER!”

“Key and I are going grocery shopping. Do you want anything?”

“Key… Mmm… You taste sweeter than usual…"

“Some banana milk! Please and thank you! Wait Jonghyun hyung!”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah! OH YEAH! JONGHYUN I’M CUMM-“

“You want to come?”

“N-no… so you and… Key hyung?”

“Yeah, Taemin. I think we've established that already. Are you okay?”

No, Jonghyun. Everything’s perfect. I’m not mentally disturbed. My mind isn’t corrupted. I’m totally fine.

“I’m fine. Just... uh… tired. Yeah. Tired from dance practice this morning.”

“Well see you then.”

My ing childish curiosity just had to search that. I mean, I’ve heard of Jongkey but this? This is just wrong. But it’s so… believable.

I HATE YOU CURIOSITY.

All because I wanted to know what was. And then the little description said something along the lines of “a fun little surprise” and “it’ll get you excited” and I SO WAS EXCITED.

I learned that is just basically gay dudes.

I learned what really was. Jonghyun hyung once said that it was, “…something lovely, Taemin. It’s really good with chocolate and whipped cream.” Because of this, I thought it was a desert and asked my manager for some. Right after asking, he threatened to fire me. 

I learned what looked like, sounded like, tasted like…

I also learned that our fans are really, really descriptive writers.

Lastly, I learned that I’m not going to innocent little Taemin anymore.

I need a therapist.

Closing the laptop, I walked out of the room. I can never look at Jonghyun hyung and Kibum hyung the same way ever again.

“I’m sure they’re probably not gay Taemin. It was just a story, dude.”

“HANEUL! IT WON’T LEAVE MY HEAD! I DON’T WANT TO SEE THEM ALL OVER EACH OTHER AND SWEATY!”

“You know what? I’ll help you. I can’t bring back your innocence, but I probably can help you prove they’re s or something.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“I love you, Haneul!”

“Do you even know what love is, Taemin?”

“Of course I do! That’s easy. And it has nothing to do with being so I like it.”

“Just don’t say it carelessly. Just say it when you truly mean it.”

“I don’t get you. I do love you.”

“What are we? Lovers?”

“No.”

“You see.”

“But I love you. You’re my best friend.”

And that’s all you see me as. The best friend you love… the one you love like a friend.

“Okay then. Let’s go. I need to show you that those two are probably as straight as a dude locked inside the Playboy Mansion.”

“Haneul, what’s a Playboy Mansion? It sounds fun. I want one.”

• Warning

No, it's not rated. The beginning will have a bit of ual themes. Don't worry. I don't get into that. Sorry to those who actually were looking forward to some lemony goodness. Some language here and there as well.