[fic] Minho/Key - SHINee -High Maintenance Extras 3/?
Title: High Maintenance Extras 3/?
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: Being a parent is no picnic. So Minho arranges them a little break from it.
Comments: Another High Maintenance ficlet~ I hope you like it! This is the last one I actually have written for now :)
It’s already dark outside, the city lights reflecting on the puddles of water the steady rain has created on the asphalt. Gwiboon can barely keep her eyes open with how tired she is, but the cool glass of the car window feels good against her forehead so she keeps gazing at the flickering lights mindlessly. The only reason she’s awake is probably how hungry she is, and she wishes with all her might that they’d already get to the takeout place and she could order half of the things on the menu.
“C’mon, don’t fall asleep on me now,” Minho laughs, softly, placing his hand on her thigh to give it a light squeeze. “This is the first time you’re out of the house since you got home from the hospital. Try to enjoy it a bit!” He has equally dark circles under his eyes though, and although he does get out of the house almost daily it’s pretty much only to work. She knows there’s not much to be jealous of.
“Your mother is a gift from heavens,” Gwiboon sighs. She tilts her head to be able to smile at Minho, covering his hand with hers. “Are you sure she can stay a week? It sounds too good to be true.” She’s already fantasizing about a good night’s sleep, at least five hours of uninterrupted sleep, maybe even more. It’s a luxury she hasn’t been granted since the babies were born. It’d be bad enough with triplets already, but when two out of three also suffer from colic it means the young parents are functioning with severe lack of rest.
“She said a week or more, so it should be doable.” Minho nods, not even trying to cover his amusement. He withdraws his hand from Gwiboon’s thigh, though, as they’ve finally reached their destination. They’re lucky and there’s a parking space right there, in front of the restaurant.
Gwiboon takes it as one sign of her tiredness that she doesn’t even realize where they are before they’re already stepping inside, the door held open for them by a polite doorman. She takes in their surroundings and her eyes widen in surprise. “I… I thought we were going to get takeout or burgers or something?” Her hand flies to her hair, desperately trying to smooth down the stubborn strands. “I look dreadful! I didn’t even put on makeup!” She looks almost ready to panic, before Minho grabs her shoulders and spins her around until they’re facing one another.
“You are beautiful,” he says, with utmost conviction, “stop fretting about it. And it’s not like this is the fanciest place in town. It’s just a slight upgrade from burgers.”
“We’re not going to take takeout, are we?” she asks, just to make sure, and when he shakes his head she laughs. “Why couldn’t you have warned me!?” Playfully she hits his shoulder, but then just snakes her arm in his and lets him lead her further. “Next time you’ll tell me so I can dress for the occasion.” She at least thanks her luck that she chose to put on some nicer pants and a clean top, instead of the wrinkly track pants she’s used to wearing at home.
“You could’ve just counted two and two together, sweetie,” Minho points out, nudging her side with his elbow. The way he emphasises the petname makes Gwiboon laugh again, as it’s basically code for ‘you moron’. She doesn’t mind though, she really is an idiot for not realizing it’s their anniversary today. Minho has always been better at keeping track of these things.
They’re seated at a small table and receive their menus, and she takes a moment to just appreciate the fact that there’s no hurry anywhere. There’s a slight tinge of worry when she thinks of her children, but she knows they are in good care with their grandmother and can survive a couple of hours, easily, so she tries to put the feeling aside. It’s not every day she gets surprise restaurant dinners.
After they order, Gwiboon sighs happily, and when Minho reaches his hand over the table she grabs it in hers. “Thank you.” She might still think she looks horrible, she’s not even sure when she last looked into the mirror, but it’s so not going to prevent her from enjoying this. Besides, if Minho still looks at her like she’s something precious, it’s not like she could ask for anything more. She gets lost in thought as they wait for the food, toying with the ring in his finger. The metal is cold at first, but soon warms up against her thumb.
“What are you thinking?” Minho asks at length, an amused glint in his eyes as he looks at her.
She laughs and gives a small headshake. “I was just thinking of the kids. Want to make a bet? Now that your mother is here, they’ll sleep like little angels.” She tries to sound exasperated, but the fondness overrides every other emotion, and she simply can’t stop smiling. “I swear, this is karma. I talked so much about not wanting twins for how much work they are… and look at us now!”
Minho hums, pulling his hand back as the waiter appears with their orders. He even takes the first bite of his food, before he looks up at her again. “Think of the bright side,” he points out, “you don’t need to go through the swollen ankles and aching back again.” He sounds somewhat smug when he says it, and it earns him a kick at his ankle under the table.
“Are you saying you’re done now, then?” Gwiboon asks after a moment, partly teasing and partly honestly curious. “You really don’t want your own soccer team?” She knows they talked about maybe two kids, but it was years ago and she’s seen how completely smitten Minho is with the little ones.
“Gwiboon,” Minho sighs, but the grin that’s tugging on his lips doesn’t make him sound very convincing. “Let’s just try to get to the point when we actually sleep through the nights and then we can talk about it again.” He doesn’t let her interrupt, but shuts her up by nudging her leg under the table. “I think three is a good number.”
The words make warmth pool in Gwiboon’s chest, something tugging at her heart in a way that makes it almost hard to breathe for a second. She always thought life would be a roller coaster ride of emotions but when she stepped into the cart she never expected anything quite like this. She swallows, and suddenly it’s easy to breathe again, only the tingling happiness left.
“Yeah,” she agrees, practically beaming. “Three is a good number.”
EXTRAS 4
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there ya go :3 if anyone has some suggestions or prompts for more drabbles I’m open for it, but this is as much as I have for now :3
@DW.
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: Being a parent is no picnic. So Minho arranges them a little break from it.
Comments: Another High Maintenance ficlet~ I hope you like it! This is the last one I actually have written for now :)
It’s already dark outside, the city lights reflecting on the puddles of water the steady rain has created on the asphalt. Gwiboon can barely keep her eyes open with how tired she is, but the cool glass of the car window feels good against her forehead so she keeps gazing at the flickering lights mindlessly. The only reason she’s awake is probably how hungry she is, and she wishes with all her might that they’d already get to the takeout place and she could order half of the things on the menu.
“C’mon, don’t fall asleep on me now,” Minho laughs, softly, placing his hand on her thigh to give it a light squeeze. “This is the first time you’re out of the house since you got home from the hospital. Try to enjoy it a bit!” He has equally dark circles under his eyes though, and although he does get out of the house almost daily it’s pretty much only to work. She knows there’s not much to be jealous of.
“Your mother is a gift from heavens,” Gwiboon sighs. She tilts her head to be able to smile at Minho, covering his hand with hers. “Are you sure she can stay a week? It sounds too good to be true.” She’s already fantasizing about a good night’s sleep, at least five hours of uninterrupted sleep, maybe even more. It’s a luxury she hasn’t been granted since the babies were born. It’d be bad enough with triplets already, but when two out of three also suffer from colic it means the young parents are functioning with severe lack of rest.
“She said a week or more, so it should be doable.” Minho nods, not even trying to cover his amusement. He withdraws his hand from Gwiboon’s thigh, though, as they’ve finally reached their destination. They’re lucky and there’s a parking space right there, in front of the restaurant.
Gwiboon takes it as one sign of her tiredness that she doesn’t even realize where they are before they’re already stepping inside, the door held open for them by a polite doorman. She takes in their surroundings and her eyes widen in surprise. “I… I thought we were going to get takeout or burgers or something?” Her hand flies to her hair, desperately trying to smooth down the stubborn strands. “I look dreadful! I didn’t even put on makeup!” She looks almost ready to panic, before Minho grabs her shoulders and spins her around until they’re facing one another.
“You are beautiful,” he says, with utmost conviction, “stop fretting about it. And it’s not like this is the fanciest place in town. It’s just a slight upgrade from burgers.”
“We’re not going to take takeout, are we?” she asks, just to make sure, and when he shakes his head she laughs. “Why couldn’t you have warned me!?” Playfully she hits his shoulder, but then just snakes her arm in his and lets him lead her further. “Next time you’ll tell me so I can dress for the occasion.” She at least thanks her luck that she chose to put on some nicer pants and a clean top, instead of the wrinkly track pants she’s used to wearing at home.
“You could’ve just counted two and two together, sweetie,” Minho points out, nudging her side with his elbow. The way he emphasises the petname makes Gwiboon laugh again, as it’s basically code for ‘you moron’. She doesn’t mind though, she really is an idiot for not realizing it’s their anniversary today. Minho has always been better at keeping track of these things.
They’re seated at a small table and receive their menus, and she takes a moment to just appreciate the fact that there’s no hurry anywhere. There’s a slight tinge of worry when she thinks of her children, but she knows they are in good care with their grandmother and can survive a couple of hours, easily, so she tries to put the feeling aside. It’s not every day she gets surprise restaurant dinners.
After they order, Gwiboon sighs happily, and when Minho reaches his hand over the table she grabs it in hers. “Thank you.” She might still think she looks horrible, she’s not even sure when she last looked into the mirror, but it’s so not going to prevent her from enjoying this. Besides, if Minho still looks at her like she’s something precious, it’s not like she could ask for anything more. She gets lost in thought as they wait for the food, toying with the ring in his finger. The metal is cold at first, but soon warms up against her thumb.
“What are you thinking?” Minho asks at length, an amused glint in his eyes as he looks at her.
She laughs and gives a small headshake. “I was just thinking of the kids. Want to make a bet? Now that your mother is here, they’ll sleep like little angels.” She tries to sound exasperated, but the fondness overrides every other emotion, and she simply can’t stop smiling. “I swear, this is karma. I talked so much about not wanting twins for how much work they are… and look at us now!”
Minho hums, pulling his hand back as the waiter appears with their orders. He even takes the first bite of his food, before he looks up at her again. “Think of the bright side,” he points out, “you don’t need to go through the swollen ankles and aching back again.” He sounds somewhat smug when he says it, and it earns him a kick at his ankle under the table.
“Are you saying you’re done now, then?” Gwiboon asks after a moment, partly teasing and partly honestly curious. “You really don’t want your own soccer team?” She knows they talked about maybe two kids, but it was years ago and she’s seen how completely smitten Minho is with the little ones.
“Gwiboon,” Minho sighs, but the grin that’s tugging on his lips doesn’t make him sound very convincing. “Let’s just try to get to the point when we actually sleep through the nights and then we can talk about it again.” He doesn’t let her interrupt, but shuts her up by nudging her leg under the table. “I think three is a good number.”
The words make warmth pool in Gwiboon’s chest, something tugging at her heart in a way that makes it almost hard to breathe for a second. She always thought life would be a roller coaster ride of emotions but when she stepped into the cart she never expected anything quite like this. She swallows, and suddenly it’s easy to breathe again, only the tingling happiness left.
“Yeah,” she agrees, practically beaming. “Three is a good number.”
EXTRAS 4
check the masterlist for more fic! | follow me on tumblr~ | add this journal for updates
there ya go :3 if anyone has some suggestions or prompts for more drabbles I’m open for it, but this is as much as I have for now :3
@DW.