[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Resurgence – Chapter 6/8

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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: I hope you enjoy :3




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There is a pillow print on Kibum’s cheek as he turns to look at Minho, blinking his eyes open carefully. It’s moments like this that make Minho feel more than should even be possible, so he instinctively reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind Kibum’s ear. It earns him a tired smile, and a sleepy Kibum snuggled up closer against him.

It’s silent, and Minho doesn’t feel any need to break that silence. He’s perfectly content just focusing on the closeness. But somehow he can sense that Kibum is getting restless, by the way he doesn’t seem to be able to fully relax.

“We don’t have sex anymore,” Kibum blurts, suddenly. He doesn’t elaborate more on who ‘we’ refers to but Minho knows, for a fact, that the two of them do so it only leaves one more option. Somehow it makes him glad to hear that he doesn’t need to share Kibum with his boss anymore, at least not in that aspect. He still needs to share the ever so valuable time, though.

As there’s no response Kibum shifts again, uncomfortable, but it seems important to him to get the words out so he pushes on. “I just. Read a book, maybe bathe him. Sit there and keep him company. Sometimes,” he hesitates but only for a second, “he wants to watch me touch myself. But that’s all.”

Minho doesn’t really know what to say. Is he supposed to thank Kibum? Or is he supposed to ask him more? It seems that the flow of words stops though and Minho decides it’s alright, he doesn’t really need to say anything. He simply sneaks an arm around Kibum’s shoulders and holds him close, as if telling him he’s here, he’s listened to every syllable.

He presses a gentle kiss on Kibum’s temple and finally the other man relaxes in the embrace.





“Swings!” Jungwoo exclaims with all of the excitement of his three-year-old life as he quickly shakes his hand out of his father’s and darts forward towards the set of swings. It makes Minho snort as it’s so typical, the boy wouldn’t stay still even for a second if there’s a promise of something to do. He definitely knows where Jungwoo gets it, though, he’s terrible at just idling around himself, so he’s happy he can share the energetic outdoor activities with his son.

Not that he can fit the swings anymore, though. Regardless, he follows behind and stops only a few steps away, leaning casually against the empty slide.

“See?” A voice cuts him from his thoughts. Kibum is standing right next to him now, holding up a cone of ice cream for him as he darts out his tongue to take a sweep of his own. “I told you that coming to the park was a good idea.” He concludes with an almost infuriatingly cocky smirk, one that used to drive Minho out of his skin but now only makes this familiar fondness slip into his heart.

“You are the one who pushes him, though,” Minho points out. “I’m not going to spend three hours behind the swing. Again.” He can’t hold back the smile that’s tugging his lips though, feeling way too good to even fake annoyance.

Kibum laughs. “Just give Jungwoo some credit! He’s a big boy, he can do it himself.”

Casually, Minho pokes Kibum with his elbow, his smile morphing into a challenging grin. “I give it two minutes.”

“Five!” Kibum retorts indignantly.

Afterwards neither of them can really say how it happened but the poking and pushing suddenly turns into Minho trying to tickle Kibum, who does all he can to dodge the attack without coevally screaming way too loudly. Their ice creams end up on the ground a bit further from them, mashed and inedible, but neither of them even remembers them anymore as they finally sit side-by-side on the ground, trying to catch their breath.

Minho knows Kibum hates sitting on the ground, hates getting his clothes dirty and yet the other man is sitting there like this is the best day of his life, practically beaming even with the way his chocolate brown hair is messed and decorated by stray leaves and sticks. He looks so breathtaking like this that Minho has to use all of his self control not to kiss him, right here in public where they’re supposed to just be casual friends accompanying his kid into the playground.

With a quick shake of his head Minho tries to pull himself together, and his eyes land on his son who is trying to get the swing moving by himself. He’s managed to get it sway a little, even if not as much as he’d obviously want to. Somehow that makes Minho blurt out what he’s been wanting to tell Kibum the whole morning. “He is going to get a little brother. Or a sister.”

“Oh.” Kibum looks startled at first, even if he quickly tries to mask the expression by turning his gaze to the little boy. For a moment, he’s silent, but his voice still wavers the tiniest bit when he speaks again. “When?”

Minho shrugs. “It’ll still take a while. Around seven more months.” He has only heard of it from his wife two days ago, and it feels somehow unbelievable. He’s happy about it, happy for Jungwoo to get someone to play with and happy for himself. But it feels much more unreal than it did the first time around, as he somehow can’t wrap his mind around it.

There’s another brief silence but then Kibum turns back to him, his expression somehow unreadable. He looks… polite, and that isn’t a look you often see on him. Usually his face is painted with strong emotions or a complete lack of any. Minho doesn’t think this is a good sign. “Do you wish for a girl or a boy?”

Minho doesn’t really know what to answer to that. Instead he finds his mind drifting, notices how he’s focusing on the perfect arc of Kibum’s lips or the faint pink dusted over his cheeks by their playfight just a moment ago. It’s charming enough that he just wants to wrap the other man in his arms, wants to pull him close and keep him there, forever. Maybe that would make the strange sadness in those eyes go away, too.

Just then, a clear voice cuts the moment demandingly. “I need help! Push me!”

Simultaneously they turn to look at Jungwoo, who sits on the swing looking incredibly frustrated at his lack of skills. It’s Kibum who stands up first, dusts the sand off his pants and practically skips to the boy in a few bouncy steps. “Alright, how high do you wanna go?”

“To the sky!” Jungwoo exclaims enthusiastically, his eyes shining as he looks up to Kibum like the man could fulfil all of his dreams if he just wants to.

A look not unlike his father’s, even if their dreams couldn’t be more different.





This time, Minho is even more excited about the pregnancy. He doesn’t say much or act much different than the first time, only dropping short remarks or keeping Kibum updated. Yet it’s all visible in the depths of his eyes, in every line of his posture.

All the while Kibum doesn’t know how he’s supposed to feel about all of this. He tries to be happy for Minho and in a way he truly is. Yet there’s also the feeling of hurt, of being inadequate and left to the sidelines, again. He knows he and Minho have grown even closer during the years, but the new child is like a slap in the face, a palpable reminder that nothing has changed.

As the pregnancy progresses, the moments they share get more scarce, Minho gets more and more quiet. There are some complications and his wife ends up spending time at the hospital, with Minho by her side to try make everything as comfortable as possible for her. Sometimes Kibum babysits Jungwoo, introduced as Minho’s coworker and friend to his wife, even if on those occasions he feels the constant worry gnawing at his insides even more than usual.

Minho’s wife isn’t the only one struggling with their health. Kibum doesn’t even remember the last time he got a call to go up into the big mansion, much less to spend time in the company building. He doubts the old man has even been in his office in months. And despite all, that adds to the anxiety.

At times like this, Kibum wishes all of his close friends weren’t back in his old hometown. He feels unbearably alone.

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