’s (Jasmine) POV

Onew’s room was rather clean. It was nice, Jasmine mused, as she sat on the bed that wasn’t her own. She’d been hoping to sleep with Onew, the plan would’ve probably gone much easier had that been the case.

The sooner she finished her business here, the sooner she could go home. Then again, did she really want to go home? Her mom was kind of insane.

She threw herself back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

She was in a house filled with three hot guys, and two annoying wanna be guys.

Seriously, what was with Key? I thought the divaness was just an act.

Taemin too – he’s acts more girly than I do.

Jasmine smiled a little, remembering Onew’s smile.

Onew was nice. She almost felt bad for playing around with him in this way.

“Make him fall for you, make him moan for the song, and then ditch him.”

Her mom’s exact words.

Okay, she was getting restless.

Jasmine sat up, feeling irritated.

She was in the same house with 5 other guys, and none of them even bothered to stop by to see her?

She didn’t like being neglected.

She got to her feet, deciding to go find Onew and maybe start bonding with him. As she put her hand on the doorknob, her eyes fell on a couple dvds next to the television.

Frowning, curiosity nudging at her, she made her way to the television set.

She picked up the dvds only to have them slip out of her grip and fall to the floor with a clatter. She gasped, staring at the titles of the dvds with wide eyes.

What the .

Seducing Onew might be a bit harder than she thought.

Onew’s POV

Onew hesitated in the doorway, his pillow under his arm. He stared at the door, twitching a little.

Forget this, I’m going to sleep on the couch.

Onew spun around and started towards the stairs when he heard the door open.

“Onew-hyung!” Taemin’s voice broke through and Onew froze, scrunching up his face. He spun around and shot Taemin a weak smile.

“H-hi.”

The boy was cute, really cute. Taemin always looked so adorable. His hair was tousled, and there was sleep in those curious wide eyes. Taemin rubbed his eyes, making a cute -AH, what’re you thinking? You have a beautiful girl in your room!

“You’re not sleeping with us?” Taemin asked, looking up at Onew reproachfully.

“Well, uh, you, I-I’m fine on the couch.” Onew finally managed, nodding assertively. Taemin gaped, eyebrows creasing together, looking upset.

“But I was looking forward to wrestling with you and Minho!” Wrestling? “You could learn how to moan from him!”

Onew stared at Taemin, and then glanced over the other boy’s shoulder towards the room where Minho probably was.

Taemin…that’s not wrestling…Onew looked back to Taemin who happily tilted his head to a side.

“…wh..y…ou..”

“Come on, hyung, it’ll be fun!” Taemin grabbed his hand now, pulling him in, and Onew resisted, eyes widening. Minho you-

“I-“

“Come, come!” Taemin urged, strength from god knew where, pulling him into the very room he’d been promising himself never to enter.

“S-Stop-I-“ Onew struggled, and Taemin pulled hard, Onew finding himself stumbling in.

“Hey Taemin. So Onew decided to show up?” Onew froze at Minho’s voice. He whipped around and saw Minho sitting on the bed, a raised eyebrow.

“No, I just, you guys, I-“ Onew started to wave his hands, the pillow under his arm falling to the ground.

Key’s POV

“The absolute nerve!” Key snarled, pulling off his shirt and starting to fold it, hands shaking in anger, and only sufficed to bunch it up in a ball and whip the fabric on the bed. He spun around to Jonghyun, looking at him skeptically.

“I know she’s a bit-“

“She’s obviously hiding something!” Key spat out, stepping towards Jonghyun, eyes flashing.

Jonghyun raised his eyebrows, holding out his hands in an almost defensive stance.

“You have got to calm down,” he said, before turning around to close the door and walking up to Key, putting his arms around him. “Do you want a massage?”

Key relaxed in Jonghyun’s arms, nodding.

Jonghyun always gave the best massages.

Key took off his shirt and lay down in bed, waiting for Jonghyun to get up on top of him, and work his hands.

Jonghyun started working away, and Key let out a moan.

“Hey, Jonghyun,” Key said, half in bliss, half sleepy, as Jonghyun’s fingers met all the right spots, pushing at all the stiff parts.

“Mhm?” Jonghyun grunted, focused.

“Let’s just do this to Onew.”

Jonghyun paused in his ministrations.

“What?”

“Give him a massage. You’re so good at it.” Key mumbled, arching his back a little, indicating that he wanted Jonghyun to keep going.

“But…these are only for you…” Jonghyun said slowly, sounding confused.

“Onew looked really uncomfortable sleeping with Taemin and Minho,” Key went on, remembering the older boy’s pale face.

“Who wouldn’t be?” Jonghyun asked, not really asking but for the sake of continuing the conversation. Key moaned a little, shifting under Jonghyun’s magic fingers.

“Maybe we should’ve told him to sleep with us…” Key added, accompanied by a soft moan. Jonghyun was amazing.

“Really?” At this, Jonghyun stopped again. Key wondered if Jonghyun had some hidden hateful feelings harboring towards Onew or something.

“I don’t know…” Key whined now, shifting again under Jonghyun’s prodding fingers.

“But then we couldn’t do this…” Jonghyun whispered, leaning forward and putting his lips against Key’s ears.

There was the sound of the door opening, and Key froze, along with Jonghyun on top of him.

“OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING!?” Cried out a shrill voice.

“YOU DUMB , CLOSE THE DOOR!” Key screamed, rolling away from Jonghyun who lost balance and fell on the bed next to him.

There was the sound of the door slamming, but Key kept shouting, feeling his face heat up.

“WHO OPENS SOMEONE’S DOORS WITHOUT KNOCKING!? Key shrieked, sitting up feeling absolutely mortified.

“Hm, that could be bad.” Jonghyun said behind him, sounding bemused. Key looked at him, sharply. “We were in a pretty compromising situation…”

“WHY DID YOU TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF?!” Key shouted now, suddenly aware that the other boy was shirtless too.

Jonghyun shrugged. “It was hot.”

Key covered his face in his hands.

Onew’s POV

Onew wasn’t sure how this ended up the way it did.

Taemin had somehow snuggled under his arm, wrapping his hands around Onew’s waist and burying his face in his chest. Onew had managed to get Taemin to throw on a shirt, but he hadn’t trusted himself to speak to Minho, so Minho was on his other side, only in his boxers, but thankfully not hugging him.

Just lying there.

Next to him.

Their shoulders were touching.

Onew’s mind was focused on the part where their shoulders met.

Onew’s mind was fixated on the rising and falling of the bed that was accompanied by Minho’s breathing.

Onew had the insane notion to burst into tears. He closed his eyes and prayed that morning would come.

There was a slight creaking noise, but Onew paid no attention. It’ll be over, it’ll be over, it’ll be over-

"WHY ARE YOU ALL SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED?" Onew snapped his eyes open and Taemin jerked from his position at the noise. Onew started to sit up, only to have a hand fly into his face, knocking him back onto the bed.

The half second that he’d sat up, his eyes had met with the wide, misunderstanding ones of Jasmine.

And then Minho’s hand.

"H..he..lp...me..." Onew managed, dazed by the sudden attack Minho had given his nose.

Taemin sat up now, eyes wide, and Onew felt hot liquid pouring down his nose.

“He’s bleeding!” Taemin gasped, and Onew pushed away Minho’s hand only to hear Minho make the last noise he was expecting.

Minho moaned.

Teaser. Also, this wasn't edited at all, so I'll do that when I read it over :). 

“So, who wants eggs?”

“You guys are all gay.”

“…So, you don’t want eggs, I’m assuming?”

“What do you mean you want me to get on the bed?”

“It’ll be fine, just let Jonghyun get on top of you and-“

“…what?”

“You moaned.”

“Excuse me?”

“You moaned.”

“…What..”

“After you gave me a nosebleed, you moaned.”