[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee –High Maintenance Extras 1/?

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Title: High Maintenance Extras 1/?
Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Minho/girl!Key (Minho/Gwiboon)
Other characters: some brief mentions
Warnings: --
Wordcount: 1104
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Pre-wedding stress seems to be getting to Gwiboon worse than expected.
Comments: A ficlet set in the universe of High Maintenance! I promised there’d be some sneak peeks into their future, how things worked out after the main story, and here’s the first one :)

“I can’t believe this, what is wrong with you!? You were supposed to be a highly recommended place, and you cannot get a simple request right!?” Gwiboon practically shrieks on the phone. At the other side of the room, Minho resists the urge to cover his ears, even if he’s had more than enough of this very onesided and enraged phonecall. And he’s not even a part of it, he’s just listening on the sidelines. Gwiboon launches yet another litany of accusations, calling the caterer every synonym of incompetent she can come up with, before hanging up on them mid-sentence. She’s so angry she’s practically shaking, and doesn’t even seem to realize Minho’s presence as she throws her expensive phone blindly towards the couch, not caring if it hits or misses, and then storms into the bedroom. Minho waits only long enough to give Gwiboon a second to breathe, before following her. She’s still radiating angriness, throwing the comforters off the bed to strip it of sheets. A simple household task like that has never looked so aggressive. Minho leans his shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms across his chest. “What’s wrong, Gwiboon?” “Nothing’s wrong,” Gwiboon grits out from between clenched teeth. “Everything’s just peachy.” She underlines the last word by throwing a pillow across the room, as she doesn’t manage to get the pillowcase off with the first try. It almost hits the bedside lamp on its way, but thankfully misses by a couple of inches. “C’mon, you just yelled at the caterer because the frosting of the cupcakes wasn’t the exact shade of pink you wanted. Are you telling me that’s not a slight exaggeration?” He knows that it’s not about the goddamn cupcakes, not really, but he wants Gwiboon to say it, to speak to him. She’s usually the one who insists they talk everything through, yet clams up completely when something is eating her up inside. “That frosting was horrid,” Gwiboon mutters. This time it’s a lot less angry and more petulant, and she slows down considerably with the next pillow. She’s still staring at her hands, though, not even glancing up at Minho. With a sigh, Minho crosses the room and grabs the abused pillow, slips it out of the pillowcase and sets it down on the bed. “Talk to me.” He stares her down, until she finally caves and looks up. Minho is a bit taken aback by the tears that she’s stubbornly trying to hold back, but he just smiles at her, as calmly as he can. “C’mon, sit down.” Gwiboon huffs but drops to sit down on the edge of the bed, her hands in her lap. Carefully Minho goes around the bed and takes a seat right next to her, reaching out to rub her lower back gently. “Now what is it that really got you so worked up?” “I’ve…” Gwiboon begins, but then sighs and leans against him. She’s still tense, but at least she’s not rejecting closeness, and Minho has grown to take that as a good sign. “Everything has been so hectic. The wedding is in a week and everything is still such a mess! You don’t have your tux yet, and I haven’t even done one fitting for my dress. The cupcakes suck, the bakery told us they can’t meet the deadline so we need to look at other options. I’m tired.” “I’m sure that things’ll work out in time. As long as you’re there, with me, everything else is optional,” Minho says, honestly. The words make Gwiboon roll her eyes, but there’s a slight smile dancing on her lips anyway. “You’re so goddamn cheesy. Why do I put up with you?” She doesn’t expect an answer, but goes on willingly. “I know. And Zhou Mi sent me some sketches of the dress, it’s going to look stunning. Taeyeon has been an absolute doll, even though her fashion sense is so underdeveloped I don’t know how she survives. I’m just… stressed.” She sighs, burrowing closer to his side, so he wraps an arm around her. “And?” He doesn’t have an explanation on why, but he has a hunch that there’s more to it than just mere wedding induced stress. It’s a busy time, for him too, but he thinks it’s the happy sort of busy most of the time. Gwiboon is silent for a good while, but then finally speaks up in an almost whisper. “It sucks that my parents won’t be there.” It’s the first time she’s spoken about her parents at all after she told them she’s getting married and they made it very clear they don’t want anything to do with her new family. “I know they’re douches,” she says, a bit more firmly, “and that they’ve treated you like crap, and I don’t want them there to ruin it all. But they’re my parents.” This is something Minho can’t even pretend to understand. His own parents have never been anything but supportive of him and his choices. With her, it’s completely different, and she’s pretty much had to cut all contact with her parents. She doesn’t even get invited to their birthday parties anymore. So Minho just pulls her even closer, until she’s straddling his lap, and gives her the warmest, longest hug he can. “I’m so sorry.” She exhales slowly as she relaxes against him, and finally brings her arms around him as well to return the embrace. She can feel how the tense knots slowly ease away, allowing the tiredness to kick in. “It’s not your fault,” she mumbles, “I just wish my parents were as nice as yours. Or, nice at all, that would be a start.” “Maybe they’ll come around, eventually,” Minho tries, as encouragingly as possible. She pulls back, gives him an odd look and grabs his hair to pull him in for a quick kiss. When it breaks she’s finally smiling again, even if she’s shaking her head in disbelief anyway. “I can’t believe how optimistic you are,” she chuckles, “but let’s face it. That’s one of the reasons I’m marrying you.” She places her palm on his cheek, stroking the soft skin with her thumb, and goes in for seconds. This time the kiss is a bit longer, a bit deeper, and leaves her slightly out of breath. If this is the way to calm Gwiboon down, Minho isn’t going to complain. Just as she rolls them over on the bare bed, pinning her down against the mattress, she grins up at him. “I promise I’ll call the caterer later and apologize.” She is rewarded with yet another kiss.

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