rabenhorst | [fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Resurgence

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: part four, everyone! halfway done :3 we actually get more interactions finally, plus some new info on our mysterious Kibummie~ (lmao I sound ridiculous, just, ignore me and focus on the fic!)

Part I Part II Part III

It feels like Minho’s life is out to play some cosmic joke against him. Within months he learns to re-build his life, learns to live without clinging on to the past. He still doesn’t love his wife but he is fond of her and it’s mutual, as they’ve found out they make quite a good team, work together well. He is almost content with his life and then, all it takes is one moment to tear down all the walls he’s managed to build.

As if to mirror their first encounter, Minho again finds himself at an official business party, trying to be the perfect host. He has to be one now more than ever since his boss has started having issues with his declining health, unable to stay up to entertain the guests for long periods of time at once. The man is still impressive and gains everyone’s attention, but he keeps retreating for a moment of rest occasionally.

It leaves Minho with even more responsibility as now it’s him who has to make the right contacts, him who has to know who to compliment and who to pass by. Thankfully he’s good at that, has years worth of practice to draw from. Now he also has his wife, right by his side, looking even more beautiful than usual in her shimmering dress. Any man would feel proud to slide an arm around her waist, but when Minho pulls her closer all he can focus on is the empty space in his chest.

It’s hours later when Minho spots Kibum talking to the boss, sees the old man bid him goodbye with a kiss before being helped into his thick overcoat. Kibum is obviously going to stay, judging by the way he stands completely still and watches the others retreat. Minho almost forgets about that until he sees Kibum slip out of the room, into the adjoining kitchen.

On impulse, he follows. He makes up an excuse and smiles at his wife, leaves her with a bunch of other wives obligated to attend the dinner and the after party. She doesn’t question, she never does, only pecks his cheek and tells him to come get her when they head home.

The room is dark when Minho closes the door behind himself. There’s only moonlight seeping through the tinted glass of the large windows, illuminating everything with the pale glow. Minho doesn’t even bother to search for the light switch as he knows it would be too harsh, the bright sterile lights too much to take at this hour.

Kibum is standing by the sink, his hand on the faucet as he downs a glass of water in one go. When he realizes he’s not alone he looks up, something flashing in his eyes as he recognizes Minho. Blindly, he places the glass on the countertop, his gaze never leaving the other man’s. “Minho,” Kibum’s voice is hoarse, as if it’s loaded with so much emotion he can’t suppress it. Everything in his posture is sincere, sadness overwriting every other feeling as he goes on. “You shouldn’t be here.”

That is when Minho takes those three long steps that still separate them from one another. That is when he gently cups Kibum’s jaw in his palm. That is when he tilts Kibum’s head up until their lips are almost touching. That is when he breaks.

“I know,” Minho whispers. Not a second passes before he leans in and kisses Kibum breathless.

The way Minho touches Kibum is slow, savouring. The conscious part of his mind knows this is wrong, but when has anything between them been right to begin with? It’s not much of an excuse but Minho feels like he might burst if he doesn’t get to run his palms up Kibum’s back, if he doesn’t get to touch that soft brown hair, if he doesn’t get closer, closer, impossibly so. His hands are shaking when he pulls Kibum up against himself, but he realizes he’s not the only one. Kibum is aching for this as much as he is.

If anything in Minho’s life is ironic, it’s that the one thing he finds happiness in is the one thing he never should have done, never should have started.

Within minutes, Kibum is shaking in Minho’s arms, his pupils blown wide with sheer need. For a moment, they both freeze and when Kibum brushes his fingertips over Minho’s cheek, it feels like whole worlds are laced in that single touch.

“I don’t deserve you,” Kibum chokes out through the knot laced in his throat. The next second he is silenced by lips on lips.

The suit is crumpled even though Minho spends five minutes trying to look as presentable as he possibly can. His wife only gives him a gentle smile as he grabs her arm, forces a smile and tells her they should go.

Minho doesn’t want to hurt her, he really doesn’t. But he doesn’t know a way out of this without hurting everyone involved.

The hotel sheets feel scratchier than the ones at home, but Minho is so used to it he barely registers the change. He’s probably spent more nights at random hotels than he’s spent in his own home, and even when he goes home for the night he more often than not ends up sleeping in the guestroom. He never takes the initiative to share the marital bed, but whenever his wife hints at spending the night together he obliges, like he always tries to fulfil her every wish.

This particular hotel is one he hasn’t been in before, and he doubts he’ll end up here again if not absolutely necessary. At first he tried to keep tabs of the hotels, to remember which ones were good and which not, but he gave up after a few months. Still, this one reminds him of the do-not-visit-again list.

Then again, he isn’t there for the hotel or the service. He is there for Kibum.

When he rolls over Kibum is right there next to him, lying on his stomach and propped up on his elbows as he’s flipping through some magazine. He’s not wearing anything either, although he seems to have been awake a lot longer, judging by the way he’s made himself comfortable. Instinctively Minho reaches out and runs his fingers down the smooth curve of Kibum’s shoulder.

That earns him a soft smile as Kibum turns his attention to him. “You passed out so fast I had to check if you’re still alive,” he points out, the smile stretching to a grin. “I mean, I know I’m good but…”

Minho laughs. “I haven’t really slept in a few nights. New project at work.” He knows Kibum isn’t interested in his work so he doesn’t even think of elaborating, leaving the explanation at that. The answer seems to be enough, and with a satisfied hum Kibum rolls up his magazine and throws it over his shoulder haphazardly, only to sink back under the covers comfortably. Minho is quite sure neither of them was under the blanket when he fell asleep, and somehow it makes him feel nice to know Kibum must’ve done this.

“Does it mean you still want to sleep?” Kibum asks as he slides one of his legs between Minho’s, suggestively pressing himself closer. It makes Minho shiver in the most pleasant of ways and automatically he sneaks his arms around the other man’s form –

– only to be interrupted by the loud and demanding ringing of a phone.

Kibum groans as he pulls back, theatrically rolling his eyes. “Fuck.” He usually ignores his calls when he doesn’t want to pick them up, but this time the ringtone is different and Minho supposes it means it’s for a distinct caller. It seems to be important as Kibum actually gets out of the bed, stumbling over their discarded clothes to the small table to grab his phone.

The conversation is short and kind of one-sided, but Minho can’t miss the way Kibum’s eyes lighten up and there’s a soft smile tugging his lips. All annoyance seems to be wiped off as he hangs up and saunters back to bed. “Sorry about that. Kind of needed to take it.”

“What was it?” Minho asks and half-expects Kibum to brush it off, so he’s somewhat surprised when he actually gains an answer.

“It’s my sister. She gave birth last week and wants me to go see the baby,” Kibum explains off-handedly. The words make Minho freeze, though, his eyes wide as he looks at the other man. Quickly he gains back control over himself, the expression melting into a curious one. Moments like this are more than rare, usually Kibum doesn’t share even the tiniest bits of information about his life, about himself in general. So whenever he does, Minho grabs on to the opportunity.

“You have a sister?” He asks, in what he hopes is a casual tone. He’s known Kibum for three years, they’ve been fucking for over two, and he’s been in love with the other man for the best part of those. Yet he didn’t even know he has any siblings.

Kibum laughs, in that casual and carefree way that probably was one of the reasons Minho became as addicted as he is. “I have two.” He looks at Minho as he slides into bed again, as close as he was before the interruption. Except that this time he’s not trying to bluntly grope Minho, at least not yet. “Neither of them is really biologically my sister. They’re my cousins, but their mom pretty much raised me, too.”

That’s the most backstory Minho has ever gained and carefully he stores the bits of information in his mind. “Do they live far away?” He asks, trying to figure out mild questions that would satisfy his curiosity but not be too blunt to make Kibum clam up.

“Yeah.” Kibum nods, thoughtfully. “Don’t really see them much. But we keep in touch. You know, email and stuff.”

Minho knows it might be too much to ask but he can’t help it, not before he already blurts out the next question. “What happened to your parents?”

“Never really knew them,” Kibum shrugs. He’s not looking at Minho, instead focusing on toying with the edge of the comforter that’s pulled up to mid-chest over Minho. “But it’s not like I needed to. I have a mom, even if she didn’t give birth to me.” There’s surprisingly much emotion, affection, in his voice as he speaks of his stepmother.

Unable to stop, Minho grins as he pulls Kibum a little closer. “I didn’t know you could be so mushy,” he drawls teasingly.

“Oh shut up!” Kibum snaps. He looks up and his eyes are laughing.

When Minho’s wife gets pregnant, the first person Minho tells isn’t his mother, not even his father. The first person he goes to with the news is Kibum. He realizes it might sound backwards but when he gets the news he’s ecstatic, so full of bubbling happiness he feels like he might burst with it. He’s always loved children and the thought of having one of his own suddenly fills him with pride, along with other emotions he can’t quite define.

He bursts his revelation to Kibum when they’re sitting in yet another hotel room, right in the middle of the floor surrounded by takeout containers. There is no table and when Kibum announced eating on the bed is disgusting Minho set up a picnic on the plush carpet. They’ll be eating out of the boxes anyway so he sees no problem with that.

They’re halfway through their meal and somehow the words simply escape Minho. He beams at Kibum, who in turn is looking at him disbelievingly. He can practically see the wheels turn in Kibum’s head as he tries to consider the possible answers. “I… congrats?” Kibum finally chokes out. He looks like he’s struggling to hold back some snide remarks, but eventually manages what passes for a genuine smile.

Minho is excited enough to settle for that and he goes on, his eyes sparkling. “She’s been keeping it from me for a while, to be sure, you know?” It had been quite a surprise to him too and he explains elaborately how the discussion went when he finally found out, not bothering to hide any of his obvious enthusiasm. It’s so different from how he usually is. He’s still soft-spoken and not quite as animated as Kibum can get, but there’s a definite sparkle in his eyes and it drops several years off him, making him appear like a teenager.

Instead of being sucked into the atmosphere, Kibum seems to be growing more and more irritated. There’s an annoyed crease on his forehead, a distant look in his eyes, but somehow Minho manages to ignore all that.

Up until the moment when Kibum jumps up, nearly kicking the food cartons over. “Are you done?” He snaps, a bite to his voice that has been absent for long now. He’s glaring down at Minho, the set of his shoulders tense as he tries to remain indifferent. This time, he doesn’t manage to hold up the safety mask, though. It’s too late for that. “So you’re happy, your wife is happy. Go be happy together with her!”

Minho doesn’t make a move to get up from the floor, but he doesn’t try to look away, meeting Kibum’s eyes with his own. Some of the excitement bleeds off him, but he seems insistent, like he knows what he wants and is determined to get it across. “Kibum, calm down. I want to share this with you.”

That earns him a snort. “It’s not me who’s pregnant, Minho. It’s your wife.”

“I know,” Minho says, slowly. “But I want you to know about this. I want you to be a part of my life.”

The words seem to calm Kibum down and he sits down again, even if he still looks like he wants to throw a tantrum. “Why are you even telling me this?”

Minho looks at Kibum with pure honesty laced in his gaze. “Because you listen to me.” The explanation is simple, obviously heartfelt. Minho has never been able to talk to his wife, has never felt either of them understands the other on a level any deeper than working out the everyday life they share.

Kibum offers a slightly hesitant smile and Minho adds in his mind what he doesn’t dare say out loud.

Because you care.

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I’m having such a bad day, somehow it seems I post fic always when I’m cranky. but today sucked royally :( thankfully now I’m home and can relax!

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aw Kibum, Kibum... what is going to happen now...
I'm glad they are back "together" even tho this usually seems to last for only a chapter lol

ahah I can promise you that there won't be more breakups for a couple of chapters! can't end every chappie with one, now can I? x)

next chapter gives us a glimpse of Kibum's pov! 8D I hope you'll enjoy that~~

ooh.... more complications to a complicated relationship.
i'm kinda glad they're kinda back together, but the way they are isn't good for anybody.
i can't wait to see how they figure this out.

it would've been too easy without some more issues, right? x) you're right, it's not good for anyone, especially not for themselves. but we shall see! :D

;___;
i can't even say anything.
there's just so many how's and why's and what's and urgh they should just go and be together -.- the kid seems like a happy thing but a nuisance at the same time, like, it's something that keeps minho to his wife so... but i can see them getting there, eh bomi's finally opening up. and i loved the scene in the kitchen at that party, the kiss made my breath hitch, i like kiss scenes like that :P.

aw, I'm sorry? ;__; it isn't really an easy romance for them this time around. we'll see what happens with the kid later on :D ah but they are slowly actually getting to know one another!

and I'm glad you liked the kitchen scene, since I really liked writing it! :3

wah! i'm conflicted. maybe because i don't agree with their arrangement. ugh. don't mind me, i just have this idea about monogamy so... (*sigh*)

i am happy that they're together again, that they obviously love each other and cannot really keep away. but... aish. i just think they're a mess. their being together is fragile and dangerous. oh, babies...

haha trust me, I have an idea about monogamy too and it's not like I approve of situations like this! so I can very well imagine that conflict :)

we'll find out what happens! stay tuned for more! (I sound like a commercial on tv, haha)

As happy as Minho is in this, I can't help but think of the poor child.... what happens when/if Minho and his wife break up... and how can he expect Key to be truly happy for him... but still awww I can just imagine a little minho hehehehe :). X

yes, there are many things to consider :| but we shall find out, eventually! ;D

Back to their destructive ways, yay? Yay in a way, haha. Things are more destructive now though 'cause Minho is married.

Kibum is offering more of himself this time it seems. Minho is going to be a father.

What is going to happen next? I can't wait to find out. Thanks so much for sharing :D

Yes, things have changed in several ways! :) Some for better some for worse... and we'll see what comes of it.

Thank you so much for reading! ;D I'm glad you're still enjoying!

HUUH I'M ALWAYS LATE BUT WHATEVER.

I have to admit, I'm getting real tired of this roller coaster ride. Well, not really. I just hate how whenever they get 'together', all that ever happens is sneaking around. I want one of them to either stop it fer realz or tell the world. (Pushing for telling the world, btw)

THE BOSS IS SICK AND HE'S GON' DIE AND MY KIBUM IS GONNA GET WITH MINHO WHO HAS A PREGNANT WIFE--A PREGNANT WIFE!!!??
...the pregnancy pulls two emotions out of me: anger because HOW CAN MINHO DO THAT TO KIBUM (qurl, what you talking 'bout, dat's his wife!) and happiness cause AWW HOW FREAKEN ADORABLE IS THAT?! UGHHHH ;_;

a house divided upon itself cannot stand
....and that's exactly why I'm probably gonna spontaneously combust after posting this comment /dead

POOR KIBUMMIE. POOR MINHO. POOR MINHO'S WIFE ( ohmygod i give you permission to kill me. i cannot for the life of me remember minho's wife's name D: )

I have to say though, I love how Minho and his wife are getting closer. I'M SUCH A BAD MINKEY SHIPPER ;_;

okay, okay, here's my minkey-fangirl side: THAT KITCHEN SCENE WAS SO FRIGGIN ADORABLE!!!

and um, before I stop this ~~fail~~ comment, I have to say that OHMYGOSH, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT GLIMPSE OF KIBUM'S POV!!!

/HUGGLES YOU
my days always turn out bad too. a lot of it is great but it's those little things that make it bad... :(

nah you're not late! :D I haven't even posted the next chappie yet~~ was thinking of doing it today but let's see.

haha aw, is it really getting boring? I know it's sucky how they seem to be completely stuck in their situation though. neither of them can do a wise thing and change things.

and no need to kill you, either, since Minho's wife doesn't have a name :D or she does, haha, but I never mentioned it so~

/HUGS YOU TIGHT
I really hope that you'll like the rest of this, too :3

yeah, I know what you mean :( today I've been inexplicably cranky even tho nothing's even wrong...

QURLFEWND, WHEN DID I SAY IT WAS GETTING BORING? IT'S NOT, 'KAY?

/sighs in relief
Well, good. I'm not a bad person after all! \O/

ohmygod, of course i will! when have i disliked something you wrote? /triestoimaginebutexplodesfromeventhinkingaboutit

:( what can i do to make it better, baby?

IDK I just. kinda. idek. I DON'T KNOW OKAY.

no, you're a good person, trust me :D

ahahaha you're being too nice to me, seriously! I do not deserve such words ;--;♥

you already did, trust me. maybe I should just ignore the crankiness and try to get something done!

[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Resurgence – Chapter 4/8

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