SHINee's dorm – 11:30 pm ;

" Jonghyun, can we talk ? ", the dark-blonde haired guy entered the living room while frowning, looking around himself clearly to make sure that no one else was there.
His steps were headed to the couch, on which stood a comfortable raven-haired boy who was busy watching a romantic drama on tv
" Yah, Kim Jonghyun ! I'm talking to you ", insisted the other who was now standing still between couch and tv, his hands placed on his hips like an upset mother would do.
Finally, Jonghyun decided to pay him attention by slowly looking up and widening his chocolate brown eyes
" Ah - sorry Bummie, I didn't realize you were here ", he finally spoke, placing a hand behind his own neck
" Oh yes, I've noticed. And please do not call me ' Bummie ', for God's sake. How many times do I have to tell you that I hate it ? ", the blonde one answered surrendered while taking place on the couch
" One more time, like always ", Jonghyun joked, his bright smile finally showing.
But Kibum was not smiling, not at all. On the contrary, he looked quiet worried and also a bit anxious. Jonghyun could not help but noticing it
" Okay, I know that face of yours. What's bothering you ? ", Jonghyun frowned as well, raising his back a little so he could move closer to the other.

" Have you paid attention to Taemin recently ? ", Kibum started slowly torturing his own fingers
" What do you mean ? He's our maknae, it's obvious that I pay atten -- "
" This is not what I mean, Jongie. "
" What's with this ' Jongie ', now ... "
" It sounds cute. "
" But Bummie does, too ! "
" No, it does not ", the blonde one pouted, but endend with a sigh. “ So, have you noticed something different in Jongin, lately ? “
“ I thought we were going to talk about our Taemin “, Jonghyun started to get confused, Kibum mentally slapped himself. His shoulders got shrouded in the other right arm.

“ Well, I guess we should talk about both of them, then. Don't you think they're acting quiet – awkwardly with each other, during these days ? “, Jonghyun looked like he came out with the solution to one of the greatest puzzles ever
“ Coming to think of it, I haven't seen Jongin coming here to our dorm very often lately; like he used to do, I mean “, Kibum widened his eyes
“ That's right ! And not just that: they're acting awkwardly around each other even at work, too.
I have to admit that I'm kind of worried, Jongie. “

Jonghyun didn't seem to be very surprised, tho. He was used to the sometimes - too - apprehensive side of Kibum, especially when it came about the younger one in SHINee and his relationships.
“ Don't you think you're – you know, worrying too much ? They're still kids, they're both too stubborn sometimes but I believe everything is going to be okay between them. They're the closest pair of bestfriends I've ever seen, after all “, Jonghyun tried to comfort him, but Kibum's expression didn't change
 

“ Way too stubborn, for sure … “, the blonde guy didn't get the right time to give voice to his own thoughts. He bit his lower lip when the dorm's main door got opened, followed by the choir of three voices 

“ We're back ! “, Minho, Jinki and finally Taemin entered the dorm. The taller one was trotting along the hall while keeping the group's leader by his arm. They looked like a couple of friends who just came back home after drinking and spending the whole night into a strip club.
By the way, Kibum didn't really care about them ( let's just say he was used to that kind of scenes ): his eyes immediately got caught by the younger's figure behind them. Taemin was staring at his hyungs with a little smile printed on his plump lips, but still, his eyes didn't look like they were really paying that much of attention to the situation.

Kibum frowned, following Taemin's steps with his own eyes. The younger started climbing the stairs in complete silence
“ You're right “, Jonghyun voice reached the blonde guy's ears from behind. “ He's acting really strange. “
“ You've finally got it. “
“ Yeah, he didn't ask for any foo – ouch ! That hurt ! “, Jonghyun complained, finding himself suddenly hit behind his head. Kibum was looking at him like a mother again, holding a slipper in his left hand.