[fic] Minho/Key - SHINee -High Maintenance Extras 2/?

Mar 28, 2014 20:20

Title: High Maintenance Extras 2/?
Author: fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Minho/girl!Key (Minho/Gwiboon)
Other characters: some brief mentions
Warnings: --
Wordcount: 1331
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Minho gets the scare of his life.
Comments: Here’s another ficlet set in the universe of High Maintenance! :3


When Minho comes home he expects to find Gwiboon resting on the couch, probably leafing through pamphlets for takeout since these days she can be trusted to crave something every day. At least it narrows down the decision making process, so Minho doesn’t really mind allowing her to order what she wishes. He’s keeping an eye on the level of healthiness, though, and is ready to intervene if this gets out of hands.

Yet this time, what expects him at home is completely different. He walks in and there’s no sight of Gwiboon anywhere, and she doesn’t answer when he calls out for her. It’s peculiar, but she might be out, too, it’s not like she’s confined in the house just because she’s pregnant. Minho makes a mental note to call her to check up on her, if she doesn’t come back soon. Come to think of it, there might be a note on the fridge, he realizes. He heads for the kitchen -

- and stops dead in his tracks in the doorway.

There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood, and to his panicking mind it looks like someone bled to death in their kitchen. At the very least. He’s not sure how much blood there even is in one human being but this really looks like a lot and he needs every ounce of his self control to keep even remotely calm. No sign of Gwiboon anywhere, and a kitchen looking like a murder took place in there, what else could be possibly do but panic? Carefully he swipes a bit of the red substance from the countertop and notices it’s still fresh, so it can’t have been for that long ago.

There’s a loaf of bread on the counter too, and a bloody knife right next to it, and Minho’s mind already races to the conclusion that this must be the murder weapon, he must not touch it before he calls the police, and he has to call them now, and what on earth will he do if something’s happened to Gwiboon, and -

His thoughts are cut off when his phone goes off, the ringing echoing in the way too silent room. He fumbles to answer, and only manages his own name when he picks up. It only takes a couple of words from the other end of the line, and he cuts in with “I’ll be right over” and ends the call.

Hospital, he needs to get to the hospital.

At the hospital, Minho expects to find a barely alive Gwiboon lying pale on a hospital bed, fighting for her life. What he sees instead is Gwiboon sitting in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs, her whole left hand and wrist wrapped in strikingly white bandages. She’s smiling sheepishly at Minho, sort of apologetic and sort of embarrassed. He cares for none of that though, as he simply rushes at her and scoops her in for a tight hug.

“What the hell happened!?” He asks in a rush as he lets go of her, frantically trying to check her for other injuries than the obvious one on her hand. “I thought you’d died.”

“I’m so sorry,” Gwiboon says, genuinely, and grabs Minho’s shirt with her healthy hand. “I had an accident and after I called a cab for myself I tried to call you, but my fingers were so slippery and the phone is somewhere under the freezer now. They didn’t let me call from here, either, they just said they’d contact you as soon as they can.”

“What the hell did you do!?” Minho reiterates the question from before, looking at her from wide eyes. “There was so much blood!”

“I didn’t find the bread knife so I figured I could as well use the carving knife to make myself a sandwich,” she admits, embarrassedly. “It sort of… slipped. It’s only a small cut! Like an inch, right here.” She points to a spot on the bandage, on the lower part of her thumb. “But it cut deep and apparently there are veins there…”

Minho stares. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. So here he thought she had died, that she had been murdered, and that was all because of a small cut on her hand? “I… I thought you died.” He’s fully aware that he’s repeating himself but he doesn’t really know what else to say, either. His mind is still sort of reeling, going in a loop around she’s alive, they’re both fine and it’s no big deal.

“I really am sorry,” Gwiboon apologizes again. She looks sort of miserable, and when she tugs on his shirt to pull him down into a one-armed hug he doesn’t resist but goes willingly.

They’re discharged only minutes later with the hospital bill, instructions to take care of the wound, and some fresh bandages and painkillers. The drive back home is silent as they’re both lost in their thoughts, Gwiboon teetering on the edge of sleep as it has been quite exhausting for her. Minho can still feel the adrenaline running through his veins, as he has yet to process properly that his wife and their unborn child are going to be okay. He doesn’t even remember when he’d been this scared, if ever.

Once in their apartment, Minho orders Gwiboon to the couch, and promises to bring her that sandwich she’d been trying to make when the accident happened. First thing he mops up the blood as well as he can, fully aware that any CSI team would be able to find traces of it even decades later. He cuts the bloodied end of the bread off and throws it in the trash, before finding the correct knife and making a whole plateful of sandwiches for the both of them.

As soon as he’s ready he re-enters the living room with the food and some tea, setting it down on the low table right in front of Gwiboon. “I think I’m going to only buy sliced bread from now on,” he huffs, but there’s finally some amusement in his voice as well. “Or slice it for you, either way.”

“Will you cut off the crust, too?” Gwiboon asks, batting her eyelashes at him exaggeratedly. Minho doesn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed by the mocking, as he’s just so relieved that everything is fine. He chomps down one sandwich in record time, before just leaning back and pulling Gwiboon closer to his side. Slowly he keeps stroking the curve of her waist, not even realizing it before Gwiboon almost purrs and curls up next to him.

When Gwiboon is done eating, Minho gently grabs her chin to make her turn her head for a proper kiss. “You are never going to touch a knife again,” he says, expression completely serious.

Gwiboon looks disbelieving. “Excuse me? How am I going to -”

“You’ve always been hazardous with sharp objects,” Minho points out, patiently, “and I don’t want to go through another heart attack when I think I’ve lost you. Both of you.”

At that, Gwiboon looks genuinely touched, the silly smile like stuck on her face. She’s not happy about causing Minho to worry, but every time he says things like that she gets this incredible feeling of warmth, being cared of, and she loves it. “How do you know it’s not all of us?” she answers instead, snickering.

For a second Minho looks almost horrified. “…if we’re getting twins I’m not sure I’ll survive. C’mon, you’ve seen Taeyeon and Jonghyun and how exhausted they were at first. And they already had experience with babies!”

She can’t help but laugh at his expression. “We’ll get what we’ll get.” She leans in, nudging Minho’s cheek with her own. “Don’t fret about it yet.”

“Alright,” Minho agrees willingly.

With a sigh, Gwiboon leans back and pats her stomach. “Now go find us some dessert. Provide for your family, man!”

Minho is laughing as he does exactly as he’s told.

EXTRAS PART 3

A special sequel by shineekitten

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GUYS BEFORE YOU SAY THIS ISN’T REALISTIC: THIS IS TOTALLY FROM MY LIFE. lmao when mom was pregnant with me she did the exact same thing with the knife and my dad panicked at all the blood in the kitchen even tho she tried to mop most of it up. except that mom was much further along with the pregnancy, while here Boonie must have covered less than eight weeks. so yeah, inspired by the fact that now basically both mom and I are forbidden to use sharp knives in the house 8D

@DW.

length: oneshot, author: fonulyn, verse: mechanic, rating: pg, type: au, pairing: minho/key

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