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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
Chapter 4
Glancing at the clock on the wall he realized that time had passed quickly and that his members would arrive at the hotel soon. Well, time surely flies by, when you are immersed in your thoughts and try to empty the mini-bar at the same time.
“Shit..” he cursed and sprinted to the bathroom to grab his toothbrush and start brushing his teeth with vigor, while simultaneously hasting back to the bedroom to rummage through his suitcase with his free hand. He wouldn’t dress up, because that would seem weird, so a simple black oversized t-shirt, which fell enticingly over his shoulder and tight black pants seemed the right choice -and Minho liked black.
Now how to get them on without soiling them with toothpaste???
“Yaaah..” he shouted frustrated and sprinted back to the bathroom like a maniac to rinse his mouth out. He only hoped that he didn’t smell like alcohol, and although he had already showered, he decided to spray some perfume on too. Just to be safe. Somehow he knew that if the thought crossed Minho’s mind that Key was drunk ~and out of his skull drunk he was~ he wouldn’t take him seriously.
When he was dressed he checked himself one last time in the mirror. All the black he wore accented his fair hair and finely shaped facial bone-structure and made him seem small and fragile at the same time, somehow dramatic – and Minho always had this protective streak…
‘Perfect.’ Key thought and grinned satisfied. ‘Now on to the setting.’ Dimming the lights he went to the bed and pulled off the ugly comforter, folded it and put it in the closet. Next he jumped into the bed and rolled himself around to wrinkle the white and crisp sheets. Properly made beds invited to sleep in them, while enticingly disheveled ones invited to other activities… When he was satisfied he placed himself in the middle of the bed, onto his side and with his back to the door. His backside was definitely known as one of his strong points. Then pulling his shirt up a little to ‘accidentally’ show some skin, he decided that he was ready.
His heart was hammering in his rib-cage from all the rushing, the alcohol and the excitement of what he was about to do, and he only wished that Minho would arrive soon before he had the chance to think about chickening out. Simply not allowing himself to think about that as an option, he rather focused on the fact that for once everything seemed crystal clear: Minho would become his perfect boyfriend –tonight. If he waited for Minho to take the initiative he would be forty before he knew it, so he HAD to be the one doing the pursuing -and pursuing he would do. He was tired of being alone and he was tired of getting hurt by Jonghyun, but most of all he was tired of overthinking and overanalyzing. Almost all his live everything seemed to be about work, work and more work. He was young for crying out loud, and he just wanted to feel, to let himself go for once, to love and be loved. Why in the world hadn’t he done something about that earlier?
When he heard the door click he took it as his cue and with his eyes closed, languidly started stretching on the bed. He heard the person who had entered halt in his steps close to the bed and grinned inwardly. He knew that he had THAT effect on Minho. “Ahh.” He sighed and turned slowly, while slowly grazing his hand over his upper body. When he was about to open his eyes in what would be a seductive look, he felt the other person plop unceremoniously onto the bed.
“Umma, are you feeling that bad?” he was greeted by Taemin’s worried expression and instantly felt the blood shooting to his head. “Aehm.. No, I’m feeling better.” He said and quickly changed his pose scooting up on the bed. “Are you sure? Your eyes seem weird, somehow glazed over.” Taemin insisted and fearing he would get caught Key changed instantly to offense. “How would your eyes be if you spent three hours on the loo?” he snapped but regretted it in the same second as he saw Taemin’s hurt expression. “Mhm sorry.. I..”
“Aish.. Taeminnie, I am sorry for snapping at you. I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I am really tired.. But I do feel better so don’t worry! You’re probably as tired, so just go rest and we can talk tomorrow, right?” he was trying to get rid of the boy before Minho would come into the room. Taemin’s expression still seemed somewhat hurt, but to Key’s relief he finally faked a smile and stood up heading to the door. “Okay, goodnight umma!”
“Goodnight Taeminnie!” Key said eagerly and was about to resume his previous pose, when the boy’s head emerged again through the slit of the door. “You should change to something more comfortable for the night. Those tight pants are a pain to sleep in.”
“I promise, I will!” Key said somewhat shrill and smiled at the boy in what turned out to be a rather scary manner. The obviously confused Taemin was about to retreat, but he suddenly remembered something: “If you need help..”
“No!” Key almost shouted and suppressed the urge to throw the lamp on the bedside-table at his friend. “Thank you, I’ll manage.” He added through his teeth. “Sleep well, Taemin!”
“You.. you too!” and the door was finally closed.

Jonghyun and Onew found Taemin lost in thought standing in front of Key and Minho’s hotel room.
“What’s wrong? Is Kibum ill?” Jinki asked.
“No, I don’t think so, but he behaves strangely. Somehow he seems mad for some reason.”
“Oh.” Jonghyun just said and guiltily glanced away. “Maybe we should just let him rest then.” He dearly hoped that Key fell asleep before Minho had the chance to do something stupid like spill to him about their kiss -and judging from the honest and pure soul he knew Minho was, chances stood high that he would exactly end up doing that, causing probably a nuclear explosion in the process.
“Jonghyun, did you two fight?” Onew said in his leader-voice.
“Yeah.” He just admitted staring at his feet.
“Do I want to know what this is all about?” Onew asked with a raised brow. In his head the scene of Jonghyun and Minho kissing was still running on repeat, making him cringe every time and he sure as hell didn’t want to be involved in all this.
“I don’t think so..” came the timid reply.
“Good, then make sure that all of you straight things out.” He said, impossibly stretching the word all. “Can I trust you with that?”
“Yes hyung.” Jonghyun said not very convincingly, but Onew just didn’t have the strength right now to get to the bottom of things. He was dead on his feet and this just had to wait till tomorrow. Nothing extremely bad could happen till then, right? But there still was one last thing he had to know before he could go and allow himself to pass out: “Where is Minho?”
Jonghyun just shrugged, but Taemin, glad to be of assistance, answered happily: “When we arrived he went straight to the bar, saying something about needing a slumber drink.”
Onew groaned.
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