I can see your smile for miles..

“Up up here we go. Where we stop, nobody knows.”

 ~~~

“Mm babyyy~”

“Don’t touch me, bag.”

“AISH! SEKYUNGIE!” He stuck his lower lip out. He grabbed her arm but she retracted it back. He grabbed it again. She pulled it back. This went on for a few minutes.

Jonghyun had woken up this morning with his back against Key’s. But what woke him up more than the cup of coffee he drank was the immense amount of missed calls from, of course.

His girlfriend.  27 missed calls. REALLY, SE KYUNG?

AND 17 VOICEMAILS. And about half of them consisted of her and crying.

Jonghyun couldn’t help but get a little aroused at her , even if it was from sadness.

So he naturally went over to her condo at 9am for another cup of “coffee.”

“Drink and get the out.”

Se kyung had her hair in messy curls from last night, and her makeup was smudged. She was wearing a little blush pink silk robe that barely went past her knees.

So. Damn. y

He inched himself closer to her.

“Thank you, yeobo.” Jonghyun did feel guilty for ignoring his girlfriend. But it was her fault that she got all ready and stuff for absolutely nothing.

He cupped his hands tightly over her hands; they both gripped the cup.

Se kyung looked bewildered. “You call me at 8 saying you want some coffee! You’re Kim Jonghyun! GO BUY THE WHOLE DAMN STARBUCKS.”  She shoved the travel cup violently in his arms.

She tried to talk with as much bravery and confidence as she could despite the tears now forming in her eyes. What? Work yourself together, Sekyoung! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO GIVE HIM HELL.

Jonghyun chuckled at her pathetic anger. Jjong is such a . She growled and pushed him away.

“Se kyung-ah. Sekyoung! Please.” Se kyung knew that once he started begging, she couldn’t help but give in.

And so did Jonghyun.

She looked at him in the eyes, or at least tried to. Tears clouded her vision.

Jonghyun rushed over and wiped them away with his thumb, and kissed her wet face. He held her face in his strong hands.

“Just don’t cry. I’ll leave. Please. Forget it. I don’t want to see you hurt. Se kyung, I’m so sorry.” He kissed her again before releasing her. “But I don’t want to leave you. I’ve missed you…”

Ok. Se kyung was crying even harder now. She missed Jonghyun so much. It had been almost three months since they last saw each other, and it would still be like that now because of their busy schedules.

When would they ever see each other again?

“I-I-I,” Jonghyun came over to her to wipe her tears again. Is there a faucet on this thing somewhere?

She sniffed. “I h-have…a…a script reading at 12.” Jonghyun looked at her.

“Stay,” she said.

“Will do.” He kissed her fiercely on the lips before ripping and tearing the thin robe off her shivering body.

~~~

Their first day off! Minho gladly took the opportunity and slept late through the morning.

He finally awoke to the sound of sizzles and the smell of cinnamon rolls wafting through his room.

He looked around his room to find Bling Bling and Maknae missing. Key was in the same position as when he fell asleep, except his arm was outstretched to Jonghyun’s empty side of the bed, groping nothing.

He stretched and felt his back crack in appreciation. Oh man. Last night’s dream was crazy.

Now that Minho thought about it, he had been getting crazy and visual dreams almost every night since they got back from Hong Kong. Was it because he left a part of him back there?

He chuckled. He didn’t love China that much. Was it Onew?

That would be a definite no, he thought, as he greeted Taemin in the kitchen and grabbed a chicken leg from the plate.

“Mmm. An American breakfast!” He bit into his chicken.

“Yup! It’ll come in handy if I have an American girlfriend,” he shrugged.

Minho choked on a piece of chicken. Onew would not be proud.

“Girlfriend? Lee Taemin, you could not get a girl if your life depended on it.”

“HAHA. OF COURSE I CAN. I’m Lee Taemin of SHINee, did you forget, hyung?”

“Ok, I'll give you that. But let’s just say you weren’t. Then you’d be as lonely as Manager.” Ok. That was a big lie. Manager HoA slept with a different girl every night. But that was only because he was the manager of SHINee.

Fame gets you laid!

He scoffed. “You wanna bet?”

“Ooh, hellz yeah! This is gonna be fun,” Minho smiled over his chicken. “I bet that you can’t get a girl that DOES NOT know SHINee within two weeks.”

Taemin just smirked. “You’re on. I’ll even get her in my bed by that time—

“YAH!!!! You just have to kiss her, geez.”

“Sorry. It’s just something I overheard from Jonghyun-hyung.” 

“Speaking of which, where is that womanizer anyway?”

“Uhm…” He picked at the chicken in the fryer. “At HER place.”

Minho sighed. When Jonghyun went over to Sekyung's, it only meant one thing:

.

“Kibum still asleep?”

Minho nodded.

The last of the chicken was finally done, and the two boys ate their calorie enriched meal in silence. Minho took this opportunity to think about his dream from last night.

~~~

They overlooked their rice field, shading their eyes from the sun. Their straw rice hats didn’t really help from the blazing light.

“The soil is just…perfect!” Minho admired.

“Mhm. This is the best time for growing rice. The field just looks so beautiful, hyung!” Taemin adjusted his straw hat.

“A beauty,” Minho agreed. Taemin grabbed the hand that Minho was using to shade his eyes from the sun. He quickly entwined his into Minho’s. Strong met fragile.

“What—“

“Look!” He said, as he held their hands up.

Minho looked. He had to choke back an appreciative laugh.

Their entwined fingers looked just like the field before them. Their fingers looked like the rising mounds of soil. He smiled at the eager boy.

“And…just like our rice field…we have to nurture it…” He untangled his hand and held Minho’s in his; his thumb rubbed circles on the back of his hand.

“We must…tend to it…” He delicately slid his hand up Minho’s muscular arm.

“We must water it,” he whispered huskily. And without as much as a warning, the younger boy whipped out his tongue and the length of Minho’s arm. 

“Nyeh!” He shivered against the contact, but didn't shrug him off.

His fingers gripped Minho's arm tightly, his nails digging into his skin.

 “Let’s make some rice, Minho.”

~~~

Woah woah woah. Hold it right there.

Minho choked for the second time that morning and had to grip onto the counter.

“Mm? Are you alright?” Taemin dropped his fork and hovered over Minho, his arms ready and outstretched.

“-COUGH- DON’T TOU- -COUGH –COUGH- M-MEE!!!!”

“Sorry…” He backed away quickly and fetched him a glass of water.

Minho gulped it down thankfully. “Thank you,” he managed.

“Uhm…no problem. You seemed like you were really thinking about something there.”

 “I-Ye-Yeah.” Minho swiped up his plate and dropped it in the sink with a clang. “Look, tell that lazy Key to clean these up since you cooked. I think some chicken got dislodged into my lungs.”

Taemin’s jaw hung open in shock as he rushed over to him.

“N-NO! STAY BACK! I’M GOING TO THE HOSPITAL NOW. I DON’T WANT YOU TO CATCH IT,” he said as he grabbed his jacket off the hook and went out the door, leaving behind a bewildered and confused Taemin.

Just then, Key walked in. His hair and pajamas were disheveled and he was a mess. Was it him or were his eyes really red?

Taemin got one look at him. “Look, Key. I need you to clean these,” He dropped more plates into the sink.

“THAT’S NO WAY TO TALK TO ME!” He shouted.

“Look, I have to go! Minho is in the hospital! Er, on his way.” He grabbed his jacket and ran out the door.

~~~

Key felt really pissed that morning. Like he was a teenage girl that had just woken up to find that her bed was a soaking bloody mess.

He had barely gotten any sleep that night. All night long, he watched Jonghyun’s chest rise and fall. Like some creeper, he thought.

But he just couldn’t go to sleep. He thought watching him would help relax him, so he counted each breath like counting sheep.

Only it didn’t. It took 738 breaths until he finally got too drowsy to keep up. Usually sleeping next to Jjong like this meant instant sleep. 

He now woke up in the radiant sunlight, and no one was in the room with room. No one! Scared, he jumped out of bed. Should he call Jjong? He wondered.

He left him a quick message:

Where RU? WHERE IS EVERY1?! -Key

Amd then he heard, “—I DON’T WANT YOU TO CATCH IT.” Then a door slam.

Minho!

He walked into the kitchen to find a plate of chicken bones and an angry and shaken Taemin.

“Look, Key. I need you to clean these.” He dumped a hella lot of disgusting plates into the sink.

THE NERVE!

“THAT’S NO WAY TO TALK TO ME!” If only he could kick his right there without Minho kicking his own .

Taemin mumbled something about Minho going to the hospital. Probably for his acne problem or something.

“But what about my breakfast?”

“Oh, woops! I think I accidently threw it out. There’s some ice cream in the freezer.” He slammed the door.

I will get his , he thought as he opened the freezer.

“UGH. I’M ALLERGIC TO RED-BEAN.” He slid the ice cream away from him in disgust. That was a lie. Key lied about being allergic to red-bean. He just couldn’t stand the taste of it.

He sighed and laid his head on the cool counter.

“I wish Jongie were here.”

Minho’s dream is a bunch of ree-ree! Sorry it so much, I couldn’t really decide what two entwined hands look like. Soo, RICE FIELD?

No?

.___.

…..

DX

I’ve been dissing Onew a bunch. HE’LL MAKE HIS FABULOUS APPEARANCE SOON. EVENTUALLY.

-feels extremely guilty for taunting his absence with chicken-