Wait wait wait. Now's not the time to be worrying about a damn shirt. Need to stop this before Onew gets hurt. YES. I'm worried about Onew getting hurt. He may be the oldest but. You know him and his outrageously high sangtae levels. It does wonder me though how he even got it out from underneath all the other piled on top of it. Oh well. Onew is a man of mysteries.

 I tightened my hold around his waist and place my not hurting cheek to his back.

"Stop hyung," I said.

I could feel him become rigid.

He sighed.

"So you heard us?"

Oh crap. Should I lie? Hmm.

Oh umm. I just wanted to hug you hyung.

BLEGH. I gagged at my thought and cleared my head.

"I take that as a yes then?"

I shook my head furiously, as my forehead brushed against his back. I felt him get tense again and decided to loosen up my grip on him.

"Umm. Would you mind letting me go now? I can't really breathe."

Holy hell is this boy a psychic?! I thought I had already somewhat detached myself from him. Stupid me. This time, I made sure that I let him go completely.

He turned around and faced me. I looked at him. He smiled at me.

WAIT. Hold up. His smile. It was different. It wasn't warm this time. It seemed. Painful. I couldn't help but give the boy a sympathetic smile back. I should've tried harder to smile at him correctly. Since this would be like the one millionth that he has stood up for me in the last 24 hours. I wanted to give him another hug. But before I knew it, he quickly turned around and walked past Jonghyun into the kitchen.

I seriously had the right mind to run after him and force him to tell me what was wrong. The way he smiled. I didn't like it. I wanted it to be my turn to save him. Just. The way he smiled. It's gnawing at me.

That's it.

I kept my gaze on the floor and made my way toward the kitchen. That is. If that damned dino wasn't in my way.

"Move," I said ruthlessly.

"Yah. This is seriously pissing me off. Why won't you talk to me properly? You were fine an hour ago."

"Fine? You think I was fine?" I shot back at him.

"You're just so stuck up there in you're little fantasy land I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I love you Kibum? Bull. Have you taken me for an idiot? Clearly, you're love was directed to the wrong person," I practically screamed. I would've screamed it if the thought of a grumpy Taemin hadn't crossed my mind.

I gave him the most muderous glare I was capable of doing and shifted to the side to walk past him.

The instant I tried to advance away from him, he grabbed my wrist forcefully and dragged me down the hall to his room. I thought of screaming again. But Taemin creeped into my mind once more and I clamped my mouth shut. Instead, I tried unsuccessfully to pry myself from him. Good Lord him and his freaking monstrous strength. I am so getting tips from the 2PM hyungs on how to get some muscles. Brain, record what I just thought and remind me tomorrrow.

He led me into his room and slammed the door shut.

"What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Whatever do you mean?" I replied smartass-like.

He looked at me intently.

"Kibum. Please."

If I could measure the desperation in this boy's tone of voice, it exceeds the limit of normal desperation. And it scared me. I'm weak to these sort of things. I hurt to see the one I loved like this.

Loved?

He glided over to me and pushed me down against his bed. He caught both of my hands and secured them over my head with his hands.

"Get off me," I said without looking at him.

"Kibum. What do you want from me?!" he cried.

I remained silent, not know what to do. Not even processing this situation right.

"Look at me Kibum," he said, the desperation on his voice rising.

"Jonghyun. I give up."

I felt his hands ease a bit.

Bingo.

With all my might, I broke out of his hold and pushed him off of me. I think I might've kicked him too. I heard a small yelp. A part of me throbbed and I glanced at him to see if he was ok.

He laid there in a fetal position on the bed. It looked like he was about to just wither away any second now. God I felt horrible. I reached my hand out toward his face to cast away the tangent pieces of hair that covered his eyes.

He seized my hand and held it to his face.

"Can't I love both of you guys?" he whimpered.

Well this is awkward. Him for saying that but me for being unable to respond. Strange enough, it made me a bit angry the way he said it. What does he have enough love to give to two people or something? Isn’t love suppose to go to your significant other and not your significant others? He says it like he has all the spare love in the world. Kim Kibum does not take spares or hand-me-downs.

Just give up on him then.

Let him go.

A confusing whirlwind to pain pounded against me. Give up?

I tugged my hand away from his and got up to leave. To my surprise, he didn’t attempt to stop me and honestly, I felt disappointed.

Whoa whoa whoa. Rewind. Disappointed?

I mentally punched myself in the face and looked back at him. He was still in his fragile position and I could have sworn that he was crying. I had to force myself to not look back before quickly leaving the room.

You are horrible Kim Kibum.

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 I returned to my room and flopped onto the bed. Vivid memories of today filtered through my brain as I lay there in silence. My cheek still hurts. Sorta. My promise to Onew. Chicken. Ice-cream? His "I love you Kibum". How much I failed throughout the day.

What is that freaking tasty smell??

I sniffed at the air. Smells like... What does it smell like??

I rolled myself around and pulled myself up off the bed. I sniffed the air again, still not knowing what the scent was. I cracked the door open and sniffed again.

My body curiously reacted and I walked out and turned the corner to go into the kitchen when my body suddenly halted. I peered around the corner.

OH MY GOD. WHAT IS HE DOING? You're not suppose to put that into the spaghetti yet!! OHMIGOSH. NO. That's gonna-

I saw him reach for a spoon. God he was such a mess. I couldn't help but smile while stifling a laugh. He frantically reached for salt and dropped several things in the process. I could somewhat make out the glistening sweat that beamed on his forehead before he smeared it with his sleeve. With the spoon, he tastes what seemed to be the sauce? Please don't tell me I'm eating that. If I weren't so intrigued by his cooking abilities, I would've marched over there and given him a cooking lesson 101 Diva style.

Another smile swept across my face. He plopped some cooked spaghetti onto a dish and topped it off with a heart made with the sauce. It looked really good. REALLY good.

He examined his finished product, his face getting puffy like an adorable baby.

Oh crap. He was walking this way.

I my ninja mode and sprinted to my room, leaving the door slightly ajar. I stumbled onto my bed and composed myself before he approached the door.

"Hey. Dinner's ready Kibummie," he said with his head peeking through the door.

I caught myself smiling again.

"Coming," I whispered.

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Omo omo.  You guys listen to Big Bang's mini album yet!?!?  If not.  GO NAOOOO.  :)  Gosh.  I don't know if I should make it a JongKey or an OnKey.  = .=  Toughie.  I adore both couples...  Yeah.  So I haven't been keeping my promises about updating faster and longer chapters and whatnot.  And once again, I would like to apologize.  :(  I've been really busy...  Sorrys!  I hope you liked this chapter.  Ooh!  Comment down there if you'd rather have a JongKey or and OnKey!  :D  I'm in that sort of love triangle ish thing and can't decide!!  > .<

-I'm so tired Mamii...