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Innocent Days	By : soleil Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > SHINee Views: 1135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of SHINee. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Innocent Days
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-3
- 5-4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10a.
- 12-Chapter 10b
- 13-Chapter 10c
- 14-Chapter 11
- 15-Chapter 12
- 16-Chapter 13
- 17-Chapter 14
- 18-Chapter 15a
- 19-Chapter 15b
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- 18
- 19
Chapter 15a

“What the hell are you doing?” Jonghyun hissed and threw a glare over his shoulder to the boy who had pressed his body flush against his back, pinning him to the kitchen-counter. He had been making tea while chatting away with Key before the giant had invaded his personal space like this.
“Nothing, I’m just getting the mug for you.” Minho said into his free ear and raised his right hand a tad too slowly to the cupboard on the right, next to Jonghyun’s head. A slight shiver spread throughout his body and the tiny hairs in the back of his neck rose.
“Beanpole!” he spat and Key instantly began lecturing him for calling Minho names. Minho himself just turned around to fold his arms in front of him and lean on the counter to observe him with interest. Jonghyun decided to just ignore him and abruptly turned away to concentrate on his conversation. “What?! She really said that?” he asked somewhat shrill to what Key was currently telling him about, but couldn’t really concentrate as he still felt Minho’s intense gaze on him. He was starting to feel hot. It didn’t help when Minho suddenly leaned in to press his ear close to the phone and simultaneously to Jonghyun’s head, trying to listen in on what Key was saying. Jonghyun flinched instinctively away to glare daggers at his dongsaeng.
“Oh? Am I bothering you?” Minho asked softly conveying nothing less than utter friendliness with his expression. “It’s my phone after all.” He added but smiled in an angelic manner at him as if Jonghyun’s edgy behavior was never registered. Disbelieving the lack of common sense blatantly displayed in front of him Jonghyun opened his mouth to say something nasty, but found that the words just didn’t seem to come out. Instead very unwelcomed thoughts about Minho’s handsomeness invaded his mind and he suddenly could only stare at those soft lips, about which he knew exactly the feeling against his own.
Not that downward spiral again…
“Here.” he stepped abruptly back and put the phone into Minho’s hand. “Talk to him, I’ve got to take a piss.” he said with lightning speed and vanished before the younger boy could even blink.
Jonghyun went back to the safety of his room and started pacing back and forth fighting the urge to pull his hair out. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he feeling that way and why was it getting worse by the day? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Minho -and to be more accurate- about Minho dominating him, pushing him against something and ravaging the living daylights out of him? At the mere thought sweat threatened to break out on his forehead and he felt his stomach coil. Since that dream a few days ago he was almost constantly like this and the fact that his anchor and outlet, namely Key, was away and they were alone in the apartment made it only worse. Minho’s glittering, sweaty body after his workout in the evening, Minho wet and half naked after his shower, Minho’s rock hard six-pack and those impossibly long legs… and quite unasked, in the last days Jonghyun’s brain had already come up with an unbelievable amount of sick scenarios of how Minho would end up shoved up his rear. Most reoccurring was the one where Minho would silently sneak into his bedroom at night and seduce him into complete submissiveness… -no wonder that he hadn’t really slept in days, which was making him feel even more on edge. Another one was where Minho would pin him to the kitchen-counter and do unspeakable things to his body, and a few minutes ago that one had come too close to reality, when Minho really had pressed up to him to get the fucking mug. Jonghyun could swear that his heart had stopped in those few seconds. Why did he have to be such a horn-dog?
But the thing that aggravated Jonghyun the most was Minho’s behavior. He was calm, collected and always friendly despite Jonghyun treating him like the plague and that somehow made his frustration even bigger. How was it possible that he could be like that when it was entirely his fault that Jonghyun ended up feeling like such a mess? He had been the one to start it all kissing him suddenly in that damn dressing room, sliding his tongue over his lips and between them, making him feel so fucking vulnerable and needy. He had been the one to grunt ‘I want you’ while pinning him to that wall in that hotel floor making him loose his common sense. He had been the one to unleash this sick, flaming need inside of him, which even in a million years he would have never expected to find within him. It was all his fucking fault, but he seemed utterly unaffected whereas Jonghyun wasn’t able to stop obsessing about it anymore.
A knock on the door registered and he felt irrational panic rise within him. Minho never came into their room, so what could he possibly want now? He couldn’t face him, not when he was this close to start crying in frustration. Hurriedly he went to sit at the desk with his back to the door and tried to appear busy. After taking a deep breath he said: “Come in.” Jonghyun prayed to every god he knew that he would simply state his business and leave quickly, but the approaching footsteps informed him that his prayers would probably be left unanswered. “You forgot your tea.” Minho said softly before placing the beverage next to him onto the desk. “Oh, thanks.” Jonghyun said without looking up and went to the next page in his notebook.
Minho decided that right now Jonghyun was probably hopping down the road to hysteria. His sturdy figure was completely tense and his fingers slightly shook as he changed pages on his notes. His face, which had been slightly flushed when he had whispered in his ear back in the kitchen, appeared now getting an even deeper shade. If someone observed closely, everything about him indicated that Jonghyun was very affected by Minho’s proximity and that the Almighty had probably been right. And although Minho was just starting to have fun playing cat and mouse with their singer, he was simultaneously saddened by the inner turmoil he seemed to be causing in the other boy. It shouldn’t be like that, he wanted them to be normal again with each other. They had to talk through this. Now.
“Does it bother you that much?” he asked calmly, leaning slightly forward to look into his eyes and just have Jonghyun shift more to the other side and away from him.
“What are you talking about? I’m busy writing something new, so… ” he muttered pseudo-immersed in his notes –which, Minho noted somewhat amused, had the date of some day in 2009 neatly scribbled on top of them. No, he wasn’t going to let him off the hook. He touched his hand to Jonghyun’s arm and crouched down next to his seat, finally getting his attention.
“You are attracted to me. So what? Why are you fighting it so desperately?” Minho asked softly looking up at him.
“Are you insane? What are you talking about? I already told you, Kibum is the only guy I feel attracted to.” The words shot out of Jonghyun, but he averted his eyes from the searching gaze to the hand that was still on his bicep.
“Then why is your face flushed and why are you trembling right now?” Minho asked boldly and turned Jonghyun’s chair so that he was facing him. Funnily enough everything about his behavior right now seemed to magically pull him in. The anger and annoyance he had been feeling throughout the last days had mixed with this totally polar need to get closer, touch and explore, creating a confusing yet interesting combination of emotions which had the palpable potential to turn into something explosive.
“Because you make me angry, it’s perfectly normal when you are enraged!” The singer lectured defiantly and Minho suppressed the urge to snicker at his childish tone. Instead he softly asked: “Then why are you so angry at me?” Jonghyun went utterly silent at that and a dazed expression relaxed his flushed face, informing him that he would probably never get an answer from the absentminded singer slouching in his chair in front of him.
“I haven’t really done anything to you that justifies so much anger. You know I would never do anything that you don’t want.” he pressed on. When there still was no reaction Minho raised his hand to run his fingertips along the side of his face. Then he leaned up to experimentally brush his lips lightly against Jonghyun’s plush ones, earning an unexpected soft sigh with this action -and right there it was when the puzzle-pieces fell into place.
“Or is that exactly what you want?”
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