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[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Resurgence – Chapter 2/8

Title: Resurgence
Author:

fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Warnings: infidelity
Pairing: Minho/Key
Characters: Minho, Key, OCs
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Some mistakes can’t be avoided, even when they keep repeating over and over again. The thing is, Minho doesn’t even really want to avoid falling into the same old trap. That is what makes it Minho’s biggest mistake. What makes him Minho’s biggest mistake.
Comments: the second part :3 where they actually do more than bang, haha.

Previously; Part I

The realization hits when one day Kibum walks into the office, in tight leather pants – when were his pants ever not tight? – and a shirt so loose it’s falling off one shoulder. He’s had his hair cut into an extravagant style Minho hasn’t seen on anyone even near the office, ever: it’s completely shaved on the right side of his head while the rest is spiked up into a messy faux-hawk, dyed in chocolate brown. It’s something that’s bound to draw attention but on Kibum it almost looks toned-down, as if he’s always had it and it just adds this certain edge to his already confident posture.

Wordlessly Kibum approaches Minho’s desk, a slight smile tugging on his lips as he takes in the way the other man stares at him, completely frozen. Minho is still holding the contract he’d been reading, his pen frozen mid-air as he has no idea anymore what he was supposed to add to his notes. All he can think of is how good it looks when Kibum twirls a strand of hair between his fingers, giving him that all-knowing look. “You alright?” He asks and they both know he’s not in the slightest bit interested in the answer.

Minho swallows hard, clears his throat, and tries to look a lot calmer and cooler than he actually feels. “The boss is out.” He bets that Kibum knew that already, he seems to have all their schedules memorized down to the tiniest detail. He’s bound to be aware of the fact that the boss is in a meeting right now, only due to be back for lunch in half an hour.

That’s proven when Kibum barely even nods at his words, ignoring them completely as he sits down on the edge of the desk, reaching out to pluck the paper out of Minho’s hands. “Red really is your colour.” He nods slightly towards the red vest Minho is wearing today over his regular white button-up.

That is something Minho has gotten used to already. Kibum hardly ever holds an actual conversation with him, instead speaking in short remarks that seem to be completely out of context and yet… they always feel like they’re loaded with subtext, with meanings he has to search for and interpret. It’s frustrating, and Minho never knows what to answer, how to react.

“What do you want?” It’s rude, Minho knows that, but his blunt answers have never seemed to faze Kibum in any way. In all actuality, it even seems to please him. This is no exception, as all he gains as an explanation is a grin. “Show off?” He throws in his best guess and the way it makes the other man smirk even wider he supposes he’s right. He can’t help but laugh, disbelieving.

What is it in this man that draws him in so strong? At first it was simple physical attraction, he’s sure of that, but the longer they go on with their escapades, the more he begins to feel that it’s not all there is to it. Time after time, he wants a little bit more, he wants to take things a little bit further. He wants to fall asleep next to Kibum instead of ditching the hotel room as soon as they’re done. He wants to brush the stray strand of hair off Kibum’s face, wants to look him in the eye and watch him smile slowly in that specific way that brings out his dimples.

It’s completely on instinct when Minho reaches out and grabs the front of Kibum’s shirt to yank him closer for a kiss. He can feel how Kibum automatically tries to deepen it, bring the usual sense of urgency to it, but he doesn’t allow that. He keeps it slow and savours it, focuses on the softness of Kibum’s lips and the way they part for him willingly.

One kiss leads to two, to three, until neither of them keeps count anymore. It’s a moment Minho wants to go on and on, but eventually the need for air forces them apart. “Not now, Minho,” Kibum murmurs lowly, breathily, right against Minho’s lips. “He’ll be here any moment.”

That’s true. The boss might walk in any second now, but regardless Minho wants to throw caution to the wind and just take what he yearns for. He growls deep in his throat, the sound making Kibum shiver against him, and it sparks another wave of possessiveness in Minho.

They’re in the middle of yet another kiss when suddenly Kibum startles and pulls away, quickly jumping up on his feet. It’s just in time for the boss to walk in, eyes downcast to a folder he’s holding. Minho’s heart beats madly in his chest, both from the heat of the moment and the shock, and he doesn’t manage the usual greeting as his throat feels like laced up.

Thankfully, the boss doesn’t seem to notice anything odd as he glances up, his expression brightening at the sight of Kibum standing there. “Ah, you’re already here, Kibum. You could’ve waited in my office.” He only spares Minho a short look and a nod as a greeting, before his attention is fully on Kibum again, arm slung around Kibum’s waist as he guides him into his room.

Minho turns his back and pretends he doesn’t hear the laughter before the door falls shut.

Hours later Minho finally has Kibum all for himself, even if it’s in a goddamn bathroom, propped up on the counter. At least it’s private, directly joined to Minho’s office and when the boss is already gone there’s no threat of anyone else disturbing them. That is why Minho doesn’t even try to hold back the pleased grunt as he guides Kibum’s legs around himself and slams inside of him in one go.

The sound spilling from Kibum is even less subtle, a hoarse outcry ripping from his throat as he throws his head back and arches his spine, tries to gain even more at once. He hikes one leg higher on Minho’s waist, his heel pressing into Minho’s back, and uses the gained leverage to shift on the countertop. Minho holds his breath as it makes him slide in even deeper, his hips pressed flush against Kibum’s fleshy bottom.

For a moment they stay exactly like this. Kibum seems to be focusing on the sensations, his lips slightly parted to let shallow breaths through, his eyes closed and sweat beading on his forehead. Minho, on the other hand, takes his time to appreciate the sight. He places a large palm on Kibum’s flat stomach and slides it up, taking the oversized shirt with him until it’s pushed up to Kibum’s armpits. The touch earns him a shiver and a sigh and that is already more than enough to tip him over the next boundary.

Minho presses his lips against Kibum’s sweaty neck, right on his pulse point, and lets his hips snap forward with force. He swears he can feel every single reaction, can feel everything from the way Kibum takes him in to the way Kibum’s heart rate responds to him. He slips his hand around the other man’s form to the small of his back to hold him steady, just before claiming his body again.

Quickly it turns rougher, more demanding, simply more desperate. Minho wants to stake a claim and for once, it’s not only about possessing something beautiful and alluring. For the first time, he can say he really wants to have the man for what he is, not merely for his looks.

Everything becomes a mess, a flash of touches and movements all blending together into something that pushes them both beyond their limits.

When it all ends, when the bliss explodes within Minho’s consciousness, he could swear he hears Kibum’s voice whisper in his ears.

Minho.

“Go away with me.”

It’s so sudden it makes even Minho startle and his eyes fly wide in surprise. He has been thinking about it, for a good while now, but he never thought he’d say it out loud. It’s not that he doesn’t want to; he would gladly give away his position in the company and find something else to do with his life if he knew that he could have Kibum in exchange, could make sure he is the only one allowed to slot himself between those thighs. He simply is afraid of the answer.

Kibum seems to be equally shocked, if not more. He’s standing there in only a towel, in the hotel room Minho paid for the whole night even if he knows they’ll most likely end up leaving it way before dawn. “Go… away?” He repeats, as if to ask if he heard wrong, but when no answer comes he heaves a deep sigh. “Go away where,” he demands, arching an eyebrow.

The gesture should’ve been infuriating but Minho only finds it oddly charming, makes him want to run his fingers through the longer strands of Kibum’s hair and press his palm against the shaved side of his head. “I don’t know,” he answers, truthfully. “Somewhere.”

“Minho,” Kibum warns, reaching for his shirt to slip it over his head. “Are you rich?”

“No.” Minho supposes he doesn’t count as a rich person, even if he does have a steady income and has done quite well for someone his age.

“Sorry, sweetie, no deal then.” The pants follow next and Kibum doesn’t even bother with the underwear before slipping the tight denim over his lean legs. He turns to Minho, grins at him and winks as if the whole discussion is one big joke. “I have an expensive taste.”

“Kibum,” Minho sighs and straightens on the bed. The sheets pool in his lap and leave his torso bare, and to his contentment he notices very well how Kibum’s gaze rakes over the exposed skin. “We’ve been doing this for how long? Over a year. I know it’s probably too much to ask for but I don’t want to share you.” He knows he’s making himself vulnerable by being the first one to talk about this, to talk about anything. Yet he can’t help himself.

“You’re right.” The set of Kibum’s jaw is tight and he refuses to meet Minho’s eyes with his own. “It is too much to ask for.”

“But–”

“You don’t even know me!” Kibum snaps, grabbing his shoes from the floor. He doesn’t bother to lace them, nor even tries to find his socks. “You have no idea who I am, what I am, where I come from. You know nothing about me. And I,” he pauses for effect and turns to look straight at Minho. “I am not going to leave him.”

Anger bubbles up within Minho’s chest and he grits his teeth, swallows the first poisonous remark that wants to spill from his tongue. “You mean you’re not going to leave his money.”

“Take it as you please.” Kibum has already turned away, heading to the door. “Now will you please stop being such a possessive little bitch.”

“No, Kibum,” Minho blurts the words out before he can stop himself. “It’s you who has to choose. Either me or his money. This,” he gestures around them in the room vaguely, “this has got to stop.”

The expression on Kibum’s face is completely unreadable – so shut off it’s almost frightening – as he turns to look at Minho again. He’s completely emotionless, as if he’s somehow wiped away all hints of humanity and replaced them with an even mask.

For a moment, they’re stuck watching one another in deafening silence. Until Kibum turns away.

When Kibum walks through the door, Minho doesn’t make a single move to follow him. He doesn’t allow himself to.

For better or for worse, Minho considers that their final breakup. They’ve had short periods before when they didn’t see each other at all, a few weeks in between that they didn’t get together. Those have always been unannounced though, more due to hectic schedules or other unforeseeable circumstances. This, now, this is different. This is something Minho forced upon them and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, it’s what they both need.

It’s not good for either of them to be stuck in this limbo, where nothing moves on and they keep on sneaking behind the boss’s back.

Besides, Minho hopes it will be less painful this way. Maybe it’s better to cut it off cleanly and try to forget, instead of clinging on to the sliver of hope that one day everything might change, his feelings might turn reciprocated. Or, at the very least, acknowledged. He doesn’t doubt that there is something there; Kibum has showed it in numerous occasions, even if it’s probably always been a slip-up, unintentional and accidental. He simply knows that it’s not enough like this.

For a while everything works well. Minho manages to ignore Kibum every single time the other man crosses his office, and Kibum doesn’t make it any more difficult for him. He doesn’t even try to come talk to Minho but keeps his distance, like it’s a wordless agreement between them.

After a couple of months Minho finally asks a pretty secretary downstairs to go out with him. He’s seen her send him long looks and he figures it won’t hurt to try it out, she seems nice enough. Most importantly, also single enough.

It’s only on their dinner date that Minho realizes just how messed up his life has turned. Whenever she smiles he misses Kibum’s dimples, whenever she laughs he hears Kibum’s raucous cackles in his ears. There’s nothing she can do so it won’t make Minho compare her to Kibum. She loses every time.

At the end of the day Minho takes her home. She invites him in and he doesn’t decline.

Even then, she loses.

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today was such a rough day I’m sitting here wrapped in a blanket trying to avoid doing any work so I figured I’d post the next chappie. and then possibly go to bed. sounds heavenly :3

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SPAWTTTTTTTTTTTTT

/distracts you

oh yeahhhhhhh

key's outfit --> drools
earlier today, I was on Key's thread on SFI and there was a picture of his bare back (he was wearing that pink Juliette shirt) and omg, I about died. His back is perfect ;_;

also, I love how Minho tried to make their kiss different from all the other kisses. my feels /cries

“You don’t even know me!” Kibum snaps, grabbing his shoes from the floor. He doesn’t bother to lace them, nor even tries to find his socks. “You have no idea who I am, what I am, where I come from. You know nothing about me. And I,” he pauses for effect and turns to look straight at Minho. “I am not going to leave him.”
this broke my heart because IT'S SO TRUE ;_; my poor minkey

pssshhh, silly Minho. Trying to find someone who compares to Key. They don't exist. lmao
nice try, though. (not really. smh.)

and I agree with boggywuggypop, Key fits this kind of role perfectly. I've seen people complain about him always being a prostitute, concubine, etc. in stories but for some reason, I LOVE HIM IN THOSE ROLES. HE'S JUST SO SEXY, UGHH. /refers to the gifs posted above

aww, I hope tomorrow's a better day, baby /gives you a tight bear hug

Edited 2012-09-04 00:05 (UTC)

AH I KNOW THAT PICTURE of his back I mean and I think I know the exact one omg why is he so flawless all over!? ;---;

/dries your tears ~~so there's room for more~~

give poor Minho some credit he's at least trying even if he's failing miserably lmao. BUT IT'S BECAUSE NO ONE CAN REPLACE KEY. NO ONE.

ikr!? he does fit the role so perfectly it's so tempting to always make him one ;--; not my fault he's superbly gorgeous and stunning and charming and ...where was I?

//hugs back// aw thank you~ today's been fairly good :3 I'm just way too tired!

it's not fair to the rest of us how perfect he is. ;_;

Um, I'm pretty sure you were describing the flawless perfection that is Kim Kibum. :P

and ugh, I know how you feel. I'm literally always falling asleep at my desk during school. (I think the teachers notice too because my eyes get all droopy. lmao)

Oh damn, Minho has got it bad.

Minho and Kibum's, whatever it is they had, was so destructive. Lets see how long they can stand to be apart though.

I'm definitely enjoying this very well written fic. Thanks for sharing :D

Yep he has~ No going back for him now, he's gotten himself too deep into this. And I'm afraid it'll only get worse from here.

Thank you so much! :D I'm very glad to hear you're liking this!

I just totally typed an incredibly detailed hunch but deleted it as soon as I re-read it. No matter how near or far it comes to the actual upcoming happenings in this story I can't risk to go ahead of you. Sooooo.. I'll probably just sit back and let it play out cause I'm pretty sure I'm in for a wild ride. My instinct is telling me that major drama is waiting to unfold.

And.. I'M READY I'M READY I'M READY!!!

XD

--Kibum just fits in the concubine image perfectly. And it is so in Minho's nature to be the more emotionally-invested one in the relationship. Everything is snug fit.

haha if you want, you can PM me your hunch! I'm quite curious what it is x) Or then tell me once the story is finished if you got it right! :D

Major drama ordered, major drama coming right up! In a couple of days ;)

Thank you so much!

ohhhh, this is really getting good :)

thank you! :D

kyaaaa~~~
i love... luv, laff, luu~~~~rve this.
and now that i've raped the word in all possible ways i can move on to...
omfg this is everything i like about minkey, the minho feels more but kibum's a bitch thing, omg i love it, love, love, looo~~ve it.
and then when key finally realizes, omg i'm so waiting for it. legit waiting. as in crossing days off in my calendar waiting.
<3

it's not really Minho's fault Kibum is so irresistible~~ 8D but yeees I quite enjoy that too, how there are ~complications~ in their way. but Kibum will have his realization, sooner or later ;3

thank you for reading and commenting! :DDD

you sink!!! choi minho, you sink sooooooo bad..............

Poor minho ;;;;; in whatever the game between him and Key, he always loses kkk. But why i dont sound really sorry xD?

ahaha no you don't really sound sorry XD poor Minho~~~ he's so so addicted.

thanks for reading and commenting! ;D

Oh poor Minho. What kind of *secrets* could Key possibly be hiding!

Oh we will see, we will see! ;D Thanks for reading~

Once again, your writing is amazing... you are amazing, but i bet you hear that all the time.
I've been so minkey deprived so this fic is like air to me.
and that is all i shall say for now. because i can't give a proper comment for nuts.
I do have to mention though, I absolutely love the way you described Minho and how he compared the secretary and Kibum.
It was just perfect.
So thank you, for writing such a story that tugs at my heartstrings. <3

ps: i hope your week gets better after the rough day you had!

Awh thank you so, so much ;--; Your words made me all happy and giddy!

BUT I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. I'm feeling so minkey deprived too :( craving for more, all the time!

Ah and I'm glad you liked the descriptions :)

Thank you, again! Today's been better already! :3

my pleasure! ^^ and yes, that's why being able to read your fic is just... so lovely. hehe.
good to hear that your day's been better! enjoy the rest of your week too!
and i'll be here looking forward to your next update. (:

aw you are so sweet! Thank you ;-;♥ You too, enjoy your week! :D (I'll try to update soon, maybe on Friday!)

aigooo.. thought so.. honey.. you gotta know the person... not only in bed.. ><"

exactly :( only Minho is learning it the hard way.

thanks for reading ;D

ok *calm down* I was already expecting something like this anyway. The sooner, the better so then I don't have to agonize over the anticipation of their "breakup" in the other chapters because It's here, its done. So now, only good things are bound to happen. Hopefully. I mean rainbow after the storm?

I... can promise there'll be rainbows at some point but I can't promise they'll come instantly! They will have their good moments too, though, definitely :D ♥

It’s only on their dinner date that Minho realizes just how messed up his life has turned. Whenever she smiles he misses Kibum’s dimples, whenever she laughs he hears Kibum’s raucous cackles in his ears. There’s nothing she can do so it won’t make Minho compare her to Kibum. She loses every time.
At the end of the day Minho takes her home. She invites him in and he doesn’t decline.
Even then, she loses.
- oh man, that is so heart breaking! i'm so sorry for the girl. (but, not sorry enough 'cause hey, i'm with MinKey all the way.) there's nothing worst that pretending not to feel what you absolutely feel in your gut. ugh!

Kibum seems to have moved on fine. tsk tsk tsk... poor Minho. my heart bleeds for you.

thanks for updating. i need much MinKey fix. they're so out of sight these days. i'm kinda hoping they'd make up for it on Kibum's birthday. hehehe...

I'm sorry for the girl too but well, she probably didn't expect a proposal and a marriage out of it only at the first date so she'll survive XD but yes, poor Minho :(

thank you for reading and commenting! :) really made me smile. asndhjfgb you're right they are so out of sight nowadays and I need more ;___; AND YES I was just thinking that they could come back with a huge bang on Key's birthday! 8D I can be patient until then har har har~~

Amazing!

Thank you! :D

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