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It was almost 9pm when the boys returned from their schedules. Minho and Jinki had another program at night and the manager decided to drop the other three at Kibum’s apartment as it saved time. Kibum rushed to the shower in no time mumbling how tired he was. Taemin and Jonghyun lazily jumped onto the couch and let themselves rest. They were exhausted after a long day.
The two boys spent another few minutes lying just the way they fell onto the couch as they were too tired to even start a conversation. A little later, Jonghyun pulled out his phone. “I recorded two demos today.” He said. “It’s for you, by the way.”
Taemin lifted his head to look at him. “Really? For my next album?” Suddenly he didn’t sound tired at all.
“Of course. I’m not gonna use these anyway. Plus, I think these match your voice better.”
The younger boy eagerly sat up and crossed his legs. “Play them for me.”
First he played a song named ‘Already’ and Taemin genuinely loved it. He promised Jonghyun that he will definitely add that to his next album. Then he played the second demo called ‘cocktail’. Jonghyun noticed how Taemin’s face darkened by a few shades of red as the song went on.
“So?” Jonghyun asked when the song was over.
“Hyung, I—” Taemin still looked flushed but he was smirking nonetheless. “You want me to sing this song?”
The shorter boy stared at him obliviously. “Yeah. You don’t like it?”
“Hyung, I’m twenty two not seven.” Taemin scoffed and Jonghyun just stared at him in question. “Show me the lyrics.”
Jonghyun looked at him suspiciously. “Why do you want the lyrics? You literally listened to it two seconds ago.”
Taemin tilted his head with a blank look while gesturing to him to give his phone. Jonghyun shrugged. What was the big deal anyway. He thought as he opened the notes app and handed the phone to the younger boy.
“ I’m taking a sip of you, one sip, I’m flying? ” Taemin read out loud and gave him a look.
“What?” Jonghyun asked, suddenly getting all defensive and shy. “T-that’s because I referred to that person as a c-cocktail.”
“Why are you stuttering then?” Taemin chuckled. “Okay. Then what about this? What’s in my hand isn’t a glass.” He teasingly smirked as he read aloud.
“I—“
“What is it, if it isn’t a glass? Is it Kibum hyung’s dick?!”
Boom! There it was. Jonghyun couldn’t even dare to open his mouth. He dumbfoundedly stared at the younger boy while praying he’ll randomly get some super power to teleport to another planet.
“Jesus Christ! What is going on here?” Kibum walked into the living room in his pajamas with a towel around his neck. His hair was still wet. “Why would you two be talking about my dick?”
Jonghyun just face-palmed himself as he failed to grab his phone from the youngest. Taemin let out a laugh and stood up, victoriously. “I’ll read you some lyrics, hyung. Let me know your thoughts, yeah?”
Kibum crossed his arms and glanced at Jonghyun before nodding.
“I wanna take you slowly. I feel you wanna take it slowly.” Taemin read out as he eyed the two boys. He was on the verge of breaking into a laugh. “You can try filling yourself up in my cup. But there’s no end— ”
“Taemin, give me back my phone!” Jonghyun complained, trying to grab his phone but unfortunately Taemin was taller than him.
“ I’m taking a sip of you, one sip, I’m flying.” Kibum’s face reddened as the maknae continued. “Oh oh and this is the best part!” Taemin said excitedly. “What’s in my hand isn’t a glass.”
Kibum couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. He huffed out a laugh and Jonghyun threw his hands in the air with a deadpanned look. “Seriously? You too, Kibum?” He shook his head in disbelief. “You guys really don’t understand my artistic expressions, do you?”
“Not when you write about blowjobs of course.” Taemin giggled evilly while he let Kibum take the phone from his hand. Jonghyun tried to steal it again but failed as usual.
“It’s not about a blowjob, Taemin.” Jonghyun scolded the younger, a bit seriously this time. Well Taemin never took them seriously. He should have been more strict with this brat. But it wasn’t the time to regret that, Jonghyun had bigger problems. His curious eyes moved to Kibum, who was carefully reading the lyrics with a small smirk forming on his face. That is exactly what he didn’t want to happen tonight.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Jonghyun said, taking the phone into his hands. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
“Give it baaackk…” Kibum whined. “I... like it.”
Jonghyun stopped in his tracks. Did he see that coming? Absolutely not. Does he know what to say? Not a single damn clue. Maybe he should lock himself inside Kibum’s bathroom and never come outside for the rest of his life.
“Maybe I should go take a shower.” Taemin said making Jonghyun come back to reality. “Jeez, It’s like I’m almost seeing the sexual tension in the air.” He mumbled to himself while walking away.
Kibum watched Taemin leave before he crossed his arms. Then his eyes moved to a certain nervous guy. “So?”
“So what?” Jonghyun asked back awkwardly. Should he sit down? No. Should he keep standing? No. Should he jump out the window? Yes, maybe he should. Jonghyun couldn’t think straight. Nor was he straight to start with. He eventually sat down as he couldn’t think of anything else.
Kibum sat next to him. “It’s not what Taemin says it’s about.” Jonghyun muttered while ignoring Kibum’s stare.
“I didn’t say anything.” He replied with a grin. “I only said I like it.”
“Like what?” Jonghyun asked a little too quickly. Why did he have to be so awkward?
“Your song, you idiot. What else?”
Why was he having this conversation with Kibum in the first place? Jonghyun wanted to run away and scream till he scared away a flock of birds. He should have just fallen asleep on the couch instead of getting a heart attack over a stupid crush.
“But don’t you think the lyrics are at least slightly inspired by something that happened in real life?” Kibum’s voice was soft as a whisper. Jonghyun didn’t want to look him in the eyes. He was afraid that he might recall all their late night memories as careless teenagers who did things that ‘friends’ never did together. They never talked about it. Maybe that was why none of their relationships with other people worked out.
“No, of course not.” Jonghyun scoffed, leaning away from him.
Kibum rolled his eyes. “I was gonna ask you to stay here tonight.” He played with Jonghyun’s hair as a habit. “But if you’re not gonna accept the truth, you can go sleep at your place, all alone.”
Jonghyun sighed. “Kibum, it’s not about—“
“Look me in the eyes and say that song isn’t about us.” Kibum’s hand was now resting on Jonghyun’s shoulder. He couldn’t lie anymore, it would be the bullshit of the century.
“Okay, fuck, you win.” Jonghyun muttered as his hands covered his flushed face.
Kibum chuckled. “Did you really have to be such a drama queen about this?”
Jonghyun stared at the latter. “Taemin was there! I’m shy, okay?”
Kibum’s chuckles countiuned. “But your lyrics didn’t seem shy.” Jonghyun watched him wiggle his eyebrows with a smirk.
Jonghyun stood up and stomped away dramatically. “God, I fucking hate you, Kibum.” He yelled, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Kibum walked towards the shorter boy and hugged him warmly. He was indeed a drama queen. Kibum giggled as he whispered into his ear,
“I love you too, you idiot!”