Onew sighed. Key was acting weird again. He sat on the end of the couch, his elbow resting on the arm rest. Hand propping up his face. His foot shook, catching the attention of Minho who sat on the other end.
"Hyung," Minho said, "quit moving so much."
Onew quickly stopped. "I'm sorry."
"You seem worried about something. Are you alright?" The taller man asked.
The other sighed again. "It's Key. He's becoming more and more distant with me."
Minho looked at Onew in thought for a second. "You know how Kibum is." He paused. "You have to work to keep his interest."
Onew slumped down. "I'm tired of working for it though."
Minho shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you then."
Just at that moment, Key slipped into the living room, out of breath, his face and shaved head glistening with sweat.
Both men stared at him.
"What?" Key almost yelled, his face blank. He pulled his black jacket off and hung it on the coat rack.
"Where have you been?" Minho asked, curious.
Key looked away. "Nowhere."
Minho looked at Onew and raised one eyebrow. He looked back at Key. "Okay then."
Key bit his lip in thought and then walked pass them and down the hall, to his room. The sound of the door slamming echoed around the living room.
Minho narrowed his eyes in thought. "There's something going on with him alright. Maybe you're right."
Onew nodded and stood. He walked towards Key's room, dragging his socked feet on the carpet.
Minho watched him, feeling sorry for his hyung. He knew how much Onew liked Key. And it hurt him to see how Key has been treating him.
He shrugged, knowing that there was nothing he could do. He turned his attention back to the TV.
~x~x~x~x~x~
Onew slowly opened the door. Key was standing at his dresser, naked.
"Shut the door." He said, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of underwear.
Onew nodded, closing the door behind him. He leaned his back against it. "So, where were you?"
Key pulled the underwear on. "I was just out."
Onew pondered those words for a moment. "Kibum, why are you being like this?"
Key laughed, nervous. "Like what?"
Onew pouted. "Why are you being so indifferent towards me?"
Key shrugged. "I'm not doing anything wrong." He looked down.
"Then why can't you look me in the eyes?" The other asked, frustration in his voice.
Key swallowed. He mustered up his courage and slowly looked at Onew. "Happy now?"
Onew shook his head. "No, I'm not." His voice wavered, "Kiss me, Kibum."
Key looked down again for the third time. He sighed, his breath coming out shaky.
Onew bit his lip and made his way to Key. He stood in front of him. His hand lightly touched his cheek. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the boy's.
"Jinki," Key muttered, "don't."
Onew ignored him, pressing his clothed body against Key's bare skin.
Key felt the guilt rising in him as the kiss became more heated. His lips parted and Onew's tongue hungrily entered his mouth, jabbing and dancing with his own. Yet, Key was not hard.
Onew noticed Key's lack of enthusiasm. He stopped kissing the brown and blonde haired boy and held his hand, taking him to the bed.
"Jinki." Key repeated as he laid on the bed.
"I want you to be happy when you're with me." Onew said, his voice almost a whisper as he began to undress.
"Yeobo…" Key said as Onew, naked now, sat between his legs. He placed his hands on Key's pale hips, his fingers wrapping around the hem of his underwear.
Key closed his eyes as his underwear was pulled off. Onew scooted closer, his hands on Key's thighs. Key let out another labored breath as Onew pressed his balls and now hard cock against Key's crack.
Onew was so lost in lust, he did not notice the bruises that lined Key's white hips.
Key covered his face, his own member hardening as Onew, without any form of lubricant, slid his massive cock into him.
Key let out a loud cry, his voice muffled by his hands.
"I'm sorry, Kibum. Am I hurting you?" Even during sex, Onew only cared about the well-being of Key.
Key slowly shook his head, lying to the man that he now questioned his feelings towards.
Onew slowly slid his cock further into the white body under him, setting a pace that he thought would not hurt Key.
Key began moaning in both pleasure and pain, his ass sore, but willing to take Onew.
"Kiss me, Jinki." Key muttered, using Onew's words. He moved his hands from his face, his face and body gleaming with sweat.
Onew leaned over Key's body, his lips lightly touching Key's. His thrusts quickened.
Key softly kissed Onew back. His hands sliding to his own cock, rubbing and thumbing the head. His hand slid to the base, working its way up, his fingers touching the vein that lined his member.
Their kiss was messy, rushed. Their mouths opened. Onew's hands held Key's face. His body pressed against the other's, his cock filling him.
Their frantic gasps and moans echoed around the room. They were both on the edge of coming.
~x~x~x~x~x~
Minho, all by himself in the living room could hear the activity that was going on in Key's bedroom. He raised the volume on the TV to cover up the noise.
He and Taemin weren't like that. They kissed and touched, but never have they had sex. They were still waiting for the right time. At times, Minho was jealous of Onew and Key's relationship.
He laid down and turned the TV off, tired. Hopefully Key and Onew were almost done.
He could barely hear Onew, but Key, on the other hand, was loud.
He closed his eyes as Key's gasps grew louder.
"Jjong!" Key finally yelled.
Minho quickly sat up. Jjong?
~x~x~x~x~x~
Key immediately covered his face again. Onew slipped out of him, erection shrinking fast. He looked at him, confused.
"Jjong? Who's Jjong?" Onew stuttered. "My name's Jinki, not Jjong."
Key sat up, embarrassed. "I'm…I'm sorry, Onew….It just…it just…slipped out."
Onew shook his head. "I'm not taking your apology this time."
His heart was breaking and Key was the cause.
Key felt bad about hurting Onew, but he was almost glad that he did. A million thoughts were running through his mind. All those memories that he and Onew created together. All that time they spent, happy. And all of it, gone. Gone because of one name.
He would never have any of those back.
But now, now that it was out in the open and their relationship already ending, he no longer had to hide his growing love that he had for Jonghyun.
"Kibum," Onew said, his voice so low it could have been mistaken for a whisper, "you're hiding something from me. What is it?"
Key shook his head. Even though it was only obvious he was lying. He still couldn't bear to tell Onew the truth. "I'm not hiding anything." His words still gave a hint of guilt.
"Who's Jjong?" Onew whispered.
"Just….someone."
Onew shook his head in disbelief. "You might as well just tell me the truth, Kibum." He picked up his clothes and began to get dress.
Key groaned. "Fine then. I've been seeing someone else this whole time."
The older man did not say anything. He shook his head again and left the room.
