Just as Rochelle expected, when she checked her email later that evening she had several emails from workmates asking if it was true. She chanced herself a visit to the shineee.net forum and clicked on the bulletins section, chewing her lip before opening the Onew, it can’t be true! news thread.

Her eyes connected with a burst of several photos, each of the intimate moment Onew and Rochelle had shared that morning. She couldn’t help but smile at the intense feelings the photos showed, and she saved them, thinking she might even make one her wallpaper. Scrolling down, she leant back into Onew’s pillows on his bed, her eyes reading the statement quickly. It said just as she suspected, that she had used her position as a journalist to make the boy fall in love with her so K Beats would get all the juicy gossip. As she continued down the page it was apparent a lot of girls were devastated and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for them. Rochelle knew that crushes were important to girls and to the music industry too. It was easy to tell that this would be a hot topic for awhile.

“Here you are,” Onew said softly, and she glanced over her laptop, giving the boy a smile. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she assured as he climbed over to her side. She shifted so she could snuggle into him and Onew balanced her laptop between them.

“I didn’t expect you to go searching straight away,” he mentioned, using her mouse pad to scroll back to the original post. “Wow, that’s a lot of pictures.”

“I bet there will be a lot more in the snapshots area,” Rochelle replied, and Onew shot her a look. “I had to learn about you lot somehow, these girls know everything there is to know about SHINee.”

“You sneak,” he teased and Rochelle rolled her eyes. Onew navigated back to the main page and found the snapshots section. They investigated together and after ten minutes of scrolling through the many pages of the thread there, Rochelle closed the window.

“That’s enough for us to see.”

“They seem so unhappy with me,” Onew mentioned with a sigh and she glanced up at him. “I know they like the music, but they should be happy that I’ve found someone to be with.”

“But it’s not them you’re with,” she reminded and smirked. “It’s me!”

Onew laughed. “And your happiness is the important thing. Are you happy right now?”

“No,” she retorted and Onew raised his eyebrows at her reply. “I haven’t been kissed by you in over an hour.”

“Demanding princess,” he stated and then kissed her softly, wrapping his arm around her so she could move closer to his side. When they separated, Rochelle placed her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and letting out a yawn.

“I should go home.”

“Five more minutes, this is comfortable,” Onew murmured and she nodded in agreement, suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion hit her.

He groaned and tried to stretch his limbs out, opening his eyes as he found it difficult to move. He blushed as he realised Rochelle was asleep on him and glanced around the dark room, noting it was early morning. Onew looked at Minho sleeping peacefully beside him and wondered why no one had bothered to wake the couple up. He noticed that Rochelle’s laptop was across the room on top of the dressers and a blanket had been put over them. Looking down at the mass of dark curls covering Rochelle’s face, he gently brushed them away from her face, his smile growing at her innocent expression. He then tried to shift to make himself more comfortable, lifting the sleeping girl and moving her over so he had enough room.

Her eyes slowly opened and Onew held a finger to her lips so she knew to be quiet. Rochelle blinked a few times and looked around the room, realising where she was. She then sat up, throwing the blanket back and crawled to the end of the bed. He followed her into the living room, Rochelle shaking her head lightly.

“I can’t believe I fell asleep here!”

“It’s alright Chelle,” he whispered as she went searching for something, smacking into the coffee table with a soft thud. He grimaced and hoped the sound wouldn’t wake anyone up. She finally found her bag and pulled out her mobile, flipping the screen around.

“One of the boys must have texted Kate saying where I was,” she informed quietly, closing the screen. “That’s good; I didn’t want Mum to be worried.”

“Are you coming back to bed?” he wondered and she shook her head. “Why not, it’s nearly four; you might as well stay here.”

“I should go though; I don’t have a change of clothing-”

“You’d fit our clothes Chelle, don’t worry about that for now,” he replied and she nodded, walking back to him and wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing herself against him. He smiled and held her close, enjoying the intimate moment they were having.

“Jinki,” she said and pulled away. “I have a problem.”

“What?”

“I’m hot,” she admitted and yanked off her cardigan so she was just in her singlet top. He glanced down at her jeans and knew that was what she was referring to. “I should sleep out here so I can keep cool.”

He shook his head, surprising himself in the process. Onew realised it was because he didn’t want to go back to bed without her beside him, but the idea was daunting to him now, and he felt his cheeks flood with colour.

“Are you serious?” she whispered and he nodded slowly, kissing her forehead gently.

“Kick them off in bed in case one of the boys wake up when we go back in,” he suggested and she chewed her bottom lip, allowing him to take her hand and lead her back to his room. He was strangely alert now though and as he crawled back onto his bed, he was nervous. Rochelle seemed to be the same and she reluctantly got onto the bed also, slipping under the covers beside him. He waited for her to move and she shook her head. “Just do it,” he whispered and Rochelle sighed, fumbling around under the blankets before settling back down. He let his leg touch hers and realised it didn’t feel any different through his pants, and completely relaxed.

Rochelle sighed again and curled back into his side, her soft, rhythmic breathing soon sending him off to sleep.

“Morning sleepyheads!” Key cried and she groaned, pushing the extra weight off her body.

“Get off,” she grumbled and rubbed her eyes, trying to sit up as Key moved to the end of Onew’s bed. She looked at the amused boy, and then at Onew, who hadn’t moved yet.

“So, how was your sleep?” Key asked with a grin and she threw one of the plushie toys that had fallen onto the floor at the copper haired boy.

“Stop teasing, it was an accident.”

“We didn’t have the heart to wake you up,” Taemin said and she glanced at the boy sitting on his bed, and then realised no one was actually up yet. The youngest smiled. “So we left you two all curled up on one another.”

“It was unfair really, we could have done with a couple of bright red faces from embarrassment to laugh at,” Key continued and Rochelle rolled her eyes at him.

“You’re just jealous that all you can cuddle up to is your pillows or toys,” she retorted, folding her arms across her chest smugly.

“It was cute,” Jonghyun mumbled from above Taemin and she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks get hotter.

Key laughed and pointed. “Aw look, noona is embarrassed, I succeeded!”

“I cannot wait until you get a girlfriend Kibum, so I can tease you just as much,” she stated, shaking her head roughly and then going to pull the blankets back. She stopped though, her cheeks growing hotter as she realised her pants were kicked off at the end of the bed.

“What?” Minho asked, noticing her awkward position and Rochelle smiled weakly.

“I need a female moment.”

“A what?” Taemin asked with confusion and she felt herself get more embarrassed.

“She’s got no pants on,” Onew mumbled from within his pillow and everyone reacted quickly. Key gaped at her, whilst Jonghyun shifted around to lean over the side of the top bunk. Both Minho and Taemin suddenly declared it was time to get up, departing the room hastily.

“Why have you got no pants on Chelle?” Key questioned, poking her leg through the blankets. “Where did they go?!”

“I got hot, is that a crime?” she muttered and Key exchanged a look with Jonghyun, who leaped down off his bed, grabbing his tee that he had taken off during the night and putting it back on.

“It was pretty hot,” the older boy agreed and grabbed Key’s arm. “Come on, respect Rochelle’s wishes.”

She waited until the door was closed and then glanced over at Onew, who was smiling into his pillows. “That was so not funny!”

“I thought it was,” he teased, finally rolling over and then stretching up to peck her lips in greeting. She stopped scowling and smiled against his kiss at the scruffy appearance he currently had. She had never woken up beside a boy before, but she liked what she saw, and another blush crossed her face at the thought.

“You’re so embarrassed,” he observed and sat up. “It’s alright babe.”

“That’s the first time you’ve called me that,” she pointed out and Onew grinned.

“It’s the first time you’ve slept in my bed too.”

“You’re as bad as the others,” she announced, slapping his arm and reaching down the bedding for her jeans as he laughed at her returning annoyance. She grabbed her pants and hopped out of the bed, standing there and pulling them back on. As she turned around, she noticed Onew’s rosy cheeks and smirked. “Serves you right for all the teasing!”