Walking back into the dorm, their seemed to be an air of uneasiness settling over the boys, They felt a want to be lazy and idle, but their bodies weren’t used to lying about so a constant need for movement burned in them. The sound of tapping feet and drumming fingers made echoes of different beats in their room. Taemin’s long fluid hands tapped furiously at the dark wood of the desk. Minho’s foot bounced up and down upon the carpet as he sat melancholy. They all laid about in the stillness, yet let out constant movement. Even Onew passed across the floor, mostly because the thoughts of future performances, variety show appearances, and recording sessions danced in his head.

                Key was the only one to lay still and quiet in the dorm. He too felt the need to move and work, but he also felt the weight of lies that pinned him down upon his bunk. He also felt the weight of Jonghyun’s eyes on him. He regretted lying about illness to avoid food, but he felt that it was necessary. He had to lie; at least that’s what he thought to make himself feel better.

“That poor fool, let your eyes wander elsewhere…” He thought to himself, hoping Jonghyun would somehow hear his thoughts. However, Jonghyun’s eyes didn’t scurry. They were a constant presence upon Key’s body. The only movements they made were when they traveled up and down his body, analyzing every detail of him. Key felt self-conscious and scared and wished for him to look away. He hoped for him to not notice the places where he thought were flawed. He covered himself in the comforter on his bed, using it as a veil.

As they all laid about in their stark silence, they couldn’t all help but to think of another. Minho thought of his sweet Taemin and his sweet lips that looked as if they were soft rose petals. Taemin thought of Minho and his strength and his piercing silence. Key thought of Jonghyun and his worried laced eyes following him. Jonghyun thought of his poor Key and his well-being. They were all so busy thinking of each other, they didn’t hear the phone ringing. But, their leader, Onew, was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound and answered.

“안녕하세요” He said swiftly to the other line. He wanted, really just needed, something to do. However, he felt uncomfortable speaking and breaking the heavy silence about him. He drifted from room to room while holding the hot cell phone to his ear.

“Onew-ah, I know you aren’t supposed to be recording or anything today, but I thought we could at least practice variety show tactics! I’ll be over to the dorm soon.” Their manager spoke quickly; he had a rapid, worried voice. His words sounding like a machine gun, shooting out at him through the phone.

Onew just agreed, happy to have something productive to do. But he couldn’t help but to wonder if there was really such a thing as “variety show tactics.” He hung up the phone and continued to wander until he found himself in the main living room. He stood in the light of the open window and let it warm his skin. He couldn’t help but to sigh in contentment.

When there was continuous pounding upon the door, he walked there in a hurry, opening the door to the awaiting manager. He bowed quickly and they did the necessary greetings. Even though their manager only came for business reasons, Onew was still fond of the man. He was fast talking and had a ruddy face, but he still treated the group as his younger brothers, naive and fresh.

“Go get the boys then! Or should I call you little men?” He joked with Onew while folding down upon the couch, finding a comfortable spot. Onew laughed to himself as he went to gather up his group mates.

“Come on, Manager hyung came to see us!” Onew said with his large cheery smile. Each boy rose from the position and followed after their leader obediently. They all greeted their manager and sat around him, Jonghyun and Onew on the couch beside their manager and the three youngers sitting cross-legged upon the carpeted floor.

“Well, dear boys, I’ve come to you today because….well…when you’re not recording I have nothing else to do. So, today we will at least practice variety show tactics.” The young boys nodded in response to their manager’s words. They listened intently, absorbing each sound like sponges.

“You all have to put up good faces on variety shows to make your fan base strong. Everything you do from now on is to please your fans. Nothing else matters to you anymore. “He furthered explained. They nodded. Key thought of his appearance, Onew thought of his leading skills, Jonghyun thought of his humor, Taemin thought of his dancing, and Minho thought of his athletic ability.

“Everything you do, it is for them. But, in order to please them, you have to be someone they will like. The point is you must have to find one thing about yourself and expand it wide. If they think they know you, they will feel close to you. They all like someone they know. Who wouldn’t like being friends with a handsome, talented boy?” He said flattering them. They all responded with little “ne’s” here and there. They were always trained to be polite and attentive, always letting the speaker know they were listening.

“Taemin, you are a cute maknae. You have a sweet face, and a sweet faced maknae is what they noonas swoon over. Play up your cuteness with your aeyego and cute clothes. Minho, stay masculine and strong because you have to be the opposite of him. We need both sides portrayed in our group.” They all nodded. It was perfect and right. They each would portray their personality to the extreme. Key was to be a diva, which wasn’t a far stretch from his true self. Jonghyun was their talented, yet dopey and funny, lead singer. Onew would be a clumsy and loyal leader.

“Now, to practice your variety show skills, I have a game for you.” The manager said with a smile. They all smiled back, their natural competitive spirits coming alive in them.

“Have you heard of the ‘Kissing Game’?” He asked with seriousness. Minho furrowed his brows. He was familiar with the game; it was often played at parties back in his days before he was a trainee. He had seen other idols play it also, but thinking of the game made uneasiness go into the pit of his stomach. Either way, he nodded to his manager obediently.

“Since you all know what it is, we are going to play it! Remember to stay in character! Be likable, but not too pushy.” He said sternly to them. He took out small, square pieces of paper. Minho eyed them suspiciously. They looked too thin to him because light could be seen through them.  They all lined up quietly. Minho sighed when he saw the order they were in.

Onew, being the leader, was of course at the beginning, ready and prepared for everything. Key trailed after, always wanting to be near the front where the action was. Jonghyun followed him, always lingering after the boy. Minho instinctively put Taemin after him, protecting him for the skin ship-loving Jonghyun, making him become second to last in the line-up. Minho felt slightly uncomfortable when their manager handed Onew the thin slip of paper, effectively starting the game.

Onew pressed the thin sheet to his lips, and quickly passed it to Key before it fell down. Key took it upon his lips and turned to Jonghyun hastily. Jjong’s face had an excited smile on it, which was hard for him to hide. He leaned towards the younger boy and pressed his lips against the others. Key became stiff and felt surprised at the feeling of Jonghyun being so close. But as quickly as the meeting starting, it was over as Jonghyun pulled away to continue the game. Jonghyun’s head whipped around and passed the sheet to Minho in a second. Minho felt nothing but a hot air pass over his lips as Jjong gave him the paper.

The thin sheet stuck to his lips easily because it was moistened from the others lips. He turned to the small boy beside him and hesitated when he saw his flawless face. He was stiffened and nervous. But, he didn’t need to move. Taemin leaned forward and closed the gap between their lips. Minho felt his hot breathe flow into his open mouth through the paper. Suddenly, that thin barrier was too thick. Minho wished the paper would rip so he could feel the others lips against his own, at least just once.  He felt Taemin’s hand go onto his neck, causing their “kiss” to deepen. Minho’s eyes went wide at Taemin’s actions. “He’s trying to get a better grip on the paper,” he thought to calm himself. The younger pulled away all too quickly for Minho’s liking and held the paper in his milk-white hand.

“Aigoo, you children are too good at this game! Have you played before!?” Their manager said in surprise when they had finished so quickly. They all shook their heads softly, each looking in different directions. Taemin thumbed the paper in his hand awkwardly, looking down upon it with his doe eyes. Minho touched his lips softly, remembering the warm feeling of Taemin upon them.

They were all letting their eyes wander away from each other, and their manager’s phone rang abruptly. He answered and talked to the person on the other line. They didn’t pay attention much because all of their thoughts were racing about something or other. Their manager stood.

“I have to go back to the studio to have a meeting, but you do have dance practice tomorrow. I know it’s you guy’s favorite!” He said with a jolly smile as he walked out of the dorm, leaving them uncomfortable and awkward together.

Minho lay upon a bed, the room dark and quiet. The eerie sounds of night filtered through the window. A cool air wafted in, blowing the curtains about. He lay there, quiet and still. He was content and he was cooled of his troubles. But, then he heard the soft footsteps of another enter the dark room. He looked about to try and find the person, but as he looked around he realized he didn’t quite know where he was or how he got here.

But, then he recognized the person walking in. His little dongsaeng walked towards him. He smiled upon the boy entering the room, feeling a bit of giddiness well up in his heart. He sat up on the bed, supporting himself with his elbows.

“Oh, my Taemin-ah, what are you doing here with me at this time of night?” He said still with the grin on his face.

“I just wanted to see you, hyung. I like to be near you.” The young boy said to him. The soft moonlight graced his sweet face, making it glow. Minho admired the pure, innocent features. He grew hungry for them, wanting to touch them and be near them. He felt a need for them, but at the same time, he didn’t want to taint something so clean and precious. Such graceful purity was hard to find in such a world.

Minho’s hand reached out and touched the boy’s soft cheek with the pads of his fingers, gingerly and hesitant. Taemin leaned into the touch, letting Minho’s entire palm press against his creamy skin. Minho stared at him in awe, his beauty seeming to stun him. Taemin smiled at his hyung’s reaction to him. He leaned forward with a cocky grin and pressed his soft pink lips against Minho’s thin, chapped ones. Minho’s mind went blank and all he felt was desire and wanting. He acted hastily, and nibbling at the boy’s lips, begging for entrance. After a few seconds of resistance, Taemin let him in. Minho searched his mouth with his tongue. His taste filled his mouth. Minho felt excited and hot and he could feel Taemin’s hands on his chest.

He wanted to touch Taemin and be near him and with him. He felt his body falling and hitting the mattress beneath him. Taemin’s feathery light body landed upon his. He let his lips go away from the other’s and travel down his thin neck. He nipped and at it. He heard the younger boy whimper, the noise went straight to his crotch. He let his hands travel up and down the expanse of his body. He began to become irritated by the clothing that was in his way of feeling the soft skin. He pulled at it, making it move. He ran his hands to the newly exposed velvety skin and listening to the whimpers and small moans that escaped Taemin’s mouth in happiness. He felt hot and stiff. He wanted to feel more of the boy.

His longing kept growing and growing. It wouldn’t stop; he kept growing larger and larger. It was devouring him, His body sinking into a murky darkness. Minho kept sinking, drifting away from Taemin’s warmth and safety.

Minho sat abruptly in his bed. His breathing was labored and shaky. He felt disorientated and completely lost in the darkness of night that surrounded him. He waited for his eyes to focus and then he could see the sketchy out lines of the dorm room surrounding him.

“That was a weird dream….” He thought to himself while he raked his hand through his sweaty hair. To his surprise, he was still slightly hard from the warm dream. He had a rouge blush tainting his cheeks.

Minho was surprised at his body’s hotness and stiffness. He never felt this way, even when he first hit puberty. His blood never became hot and never ran through his veins so quickly. He shook his head in dismay and lay back down upon the covers. He felt a bit of shame cross through his mind. He couldn’t understand why he felt this way. He had never felt this way before. What brought him even more confusion was that the reason he felt this way was because of….another boy.

“What is Taemin to you?” He asked himself.

(A/N): Aloha~!

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