Key was berating himself in bed. What was wrong with him? He wanted to sleep with Minho. He would have slept with him. Except that the face of the one who put him in this situation flashed before him. He hit his head with a pillow. He better learn and stop giving into his urges.

            The atmosphere was very idyllic with just both of them and little to no interruptions if ever. Minho took to doing little things for Key without forethought. For example, during meals, he would serve Key. "You don't need to do this Minho?" Key would protest, feeling uncomfortable with such attentions.

"Why? Because it seems too much like we are a  couple?"

Key did not answer and let Minho serve him quietly. They also often worked in companionable silence. Minho would be doing his reseach or studying while Key would be translating or preparing study guides for Minho. Once in a while they would interrupt each other for something work related. Sometimes there was no need for the interruption, both just wanted the other's attention. All these were beginning to make Key's resolve weak. It was messing with his head. And his libido. He was already very aware of Minho and he knew Minho just had to say the word and  they would be in each other's arms.

One lazy afternoon, after Key had talked with Onew on the phone, Minho invited Key to watch a football game on tv. It was not long before Key had dozed off and Minho turned to lok at him. Key was so enticing in his oversized grey sweater which had fallen off hi shoulder. Minho noticed how pale Key was compared to him, he obvioulsy was not an outdoorsy person. Minho smoothed Key's hair back and could not help himself after that, he bent to kiss Key's exposed shoulder. Key's eyes fluttered open and Minho looked up to look into them. Key opened his lips to say something but was stopped by Minho who bent foward some more to kiss him. Trying to reign himself all this while had taken its toll on Key and immediately Minho kissed him, he grabbed unto his head to pull him closer. Key leaned back to lie down, allowing Minho to lie atop him.  Minho was gentle and he pushed Key's sweater up so he could caress him. Key did the same, untucking Minho's shirt and pushed it up to caress his s. Key kissed Minho's cheek, then his neck and bent his head lower so he could reach his chest. Minho arched up to make it easier for Key, while bracing a strong arm above Key, on the sofa rest to find balance. It felt good to be in each other's arms finally. Key took Minho's with his lips and grabbed his cheek to bring him closer to himself. Minho groaned when Key bit the and Key laughed. He caressed Minho's back and Minho started unbuckling Key's belt with his free hand. It was at the sound of his zip being pulled down that Key regained his senses.

"No, no, Minho, no. I will not do this again", Key ground out pushing Minho aside to scramble to a sitting position away from him. Minho was hard and frustrated which made his voice gravelly and impatient, "You make yourself sound like you did something bad. Don't you want this too?" Minho asked as he drew nearer to Key to kiss his nape. But Key shied away and firmly stood up to fix his clothes while he spoke, " I have learned over time that what I want is not always right for me".

Minho raised an eyebrow as he boldly palmed Key from his seating position, "We are not doing anything wrong Key. We want each other and as far as I can see, it is no one's business"

See further, Key snapped silently. He didn't say it out loud though. What he said instead was, "If only it were that easy" and stepped out of Minho's hold. It was difficult because Minho had already begun caressing him too.

"Keep watching your game. I'll go back to work", Key said before leaving. But Minho had already lost interest in it.

          Minho was not giving up and as Key came out his shower the following day, he found Minho waiting for him topless and in very low slung sweat pants. He could not help it because he was that lean. Why was he denying himself again? Key asked himself. Minho came closer to him, very close and kissed him as way of greeting.

"Hey!"  Key exclaimed once Minho pulled away and Minho smiled, "Just wanted to tell you goodmorning" and just like that, he left. Key was flustered. Key knew Minho was doing this to get him used to his touches. There was no need, Key was not fighting Minho, he was fighting himself.