"Guys! Seriously! Not on the couch!" I was ready to rip my hair out, I would not stand witness to their drunken make out session!

"Give them a break, Jjong!" Key laughed brightly, smiling at the two. 

"Are you serious? Shouldn't you be prying your Taebaby off Minho and screaming obscenities at him for defiling him?" I looked at him incredulously. 

He laughed again, and said, "Oh, the frog face isn't getting breakfast tomorrow, and I'm hiding the painkillers from him, but I'm in a good mood. Opening night went well!" he said, hanging his coat on the rack by the door. 

"They have their own room though! Why do they have to do any of that on the couch where I eat cereal in the morning!" I was already feeling slightly more like myself now that we were at home, but I was seriously getting tired of seeing people with their tongues down each other's throats. 

"You're just jealous cause you're the only one not getting anything." he teased me, eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter.