Little Surprises Chapter 3
Title: Little Surprises
Author: x_lain_x;
Genre: Romance/ MPREG
Warnings: This fic contains male pregnancy and underaged sex! Don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG for now~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: "It was November 19th , exactly one month after the release of their new album, and the worst time ever for Taemin to find himself in his current situation.”
( Chapter 1 )
( Chapter 2 )
SHINee's morning started early, a little before 6AM.
When the manager came into their room to wake them up, a half-asleep Minho was already checking on Munhee. Satisfied that his son was soundly asleep, he trudged his way into the bathroom with the music of his hyungs moaning their protests to the rising sun in the background.
Feeling refreshed after a quick shower, Minho went back to the nursery to start his parental duties. This included changing diapers, choosing clothes, and have the baby carrier ready by the time a sleepy, but fully dressed Taemin walked in.
“Morning, Minnie.” Taemin had glued himself to the other's side, rubbing his face against the soft fabric of Minho’s hoodie.
“Good morning, Minho-hyung,” Taemin responded, letting out a huge yawn. He got up on his tip-toes and tilted his chin up. Minho took a moment to contemplate the fact that he was never successful in making the magnae call him only by his name before finally bending down to kiss him.
They separated quickly. The management was much more humane about both their schedules now that they were parents, but there was still only sparingly little time for simple pleasures like this on their busy days.
“Go to umma, Munhee. Time to eat.” Minho handed Taemin their child, and with another quick peck (that seemed to be all they had time for nowadays), left for his first schedule with Jonghyun.
Taemin arranged his son comfortably on his right hip and walked to the kitchen, cooing nonsense into his ear. “Who's the cutest baby of all? It's Munhee! Yes it is! We're like team cute~ Minho, Munnie and Minnie~ Yes we are!~” The baby giggled, his small hand fisting the neck of his mother's shirt.
In the kitchen, Jinki was setting his mug in the sink while focusing on staying awake, oblivious to everyone and everything. But Taemin’s smile faltered a little as he came face to face with Key, sitting at the table looking directly at him with a grave expression plastered on his face.
“Taeminnie, sit down. We have a few things to discuss before you leave to school.” The magnae noticed that Key's smile was a little strained, his movements a little stiff. He let his smile fall completely, scanning his mind for anything he did terribly wrong. His eyes widened when his discovery from last night passed through his mind. The pregnancy tests! Where did he leave them?
Taemin's eyes frantically scanned the room, hoping the white sticks would magically appear before his eyes. He had absolutely no idea where he left them! Kibum's sharp gaze, containing not an ounce of his interior diva, meant serious business.
Munhee fussed in Taemin’s lap, reaching his chubby hands for his high chair and letting out a small whine. Oh. Right. The magnae snapped out of his daze, looking down at his son guiltily. “I'm sorry baby, umma will feed you in a second.” Cuddling his son close to his chest - more a comfort to himself then anything else - he made to walk toward the cabinets, intent on getting Munhee's baby food. Onew beat him to it, setting it on the table carefully and handing him the little blue bear spoon. “There you go Minnie. And make sure to grab something to eat too before you leave, ok?” The leader patted his head and left the kitchen.
Taemin sighed, his attempt to diverge time to think had failed miserably. He nervously walked toward the designated chair, Munhee squirming uncomfortably in his arms, uttering small cries and letting hiccups leave his lips. Apparently the baby could feel his umma's heart trying to leave his chest and didn't like it one bit. “Oh sweetie, it's okay, shhhh.” Setting his son on the high chair, he grabbed the spoon and tried to feed him, avoiding Key's eyes.
The magnae could feel Kibum's piercing gaze burning a hole in the back of his head and was about to turn and face the conversation, when they heard a loud sound echoing down the hallway, like something (or someone) fell and took something else with it. Key rolled his eyes with an annoyed expression, instantly taking on his usual haughty disposition. “Jinki? You okay? Did you break anything? If that was my new stereo, you're gonna--”
“OH MY GOD!” Well, that was unexpected. Another exclamation left the SHINee bedroom, along with an even greater crash.
Key stood a little, slightly worried, but still not willing to let go of Taemin now that he had him alone due to Onew's Sangtae. “Yah!? What's wrong? You're starting to sound like me!”
“OH MY GOD! OHMYGOD! OH MY GOD, KIBUM!”
“Not God - just Almighty Key is fine, thanks.” Letting his breath out in a huff, Key stalked out of the kitchen hurriedly. “What's wrong, are you hurt?” He was obviously worried now, even if he didn't want to show it. Taemin peeked at the scene from the safe distance of the kitchen door, not wanting to get caught in the turmoil of Key’s rage against a particularly bad Onew Sangtae.
The leader stood at the door of their bedroom, his face white and mouth hanging open in disbelief. “W-when?”
“When, what?” Key crossed his arms and scrutinized the other with a raised eyebrow and a faintly annoyed glare. Unsuccessful in extracting a coherent answer out of the babbling Onew, he tried again.
“Yah! What are you talking about? I was about to have an important mother to son talk with Ta-” Onew had opened his right hand and showed him the problem. Four positive pregnancy tests sat in his palm innocently.
“K-K-Kibum, when?!” Onew's brain had finally awoken from his shock-induced coma. The leader went off on a nervous pace around the dorm.
“Oh my God Kibum! When did this happen!? H-How? I d-don't know if I'm ready for this! Why didn't you tell me!?” He looked at the white sticks as if they were going to bite him, then at Key with anguished eyes, then back at the sticks again.
“W-what?” Key blinked, taking a few seconds to assess the situation. And because he was Key, his priorities were a little twisted.
“WOAH. WHAT WERE YOU DOING GOING THROUGH MY STUFF? JESUS CHRIST, being my boyfriend doesn't give you the right to--”
“I was just looking for your iPod earphones because mine--”
“I don't care! How many times have I told you to n--”
“What does it matter?! You're pregnant!!!” That did it. Complete silence fell over the dorm. Kibum and Jinki looked at each other with wide eyes.
Taemin ducked back into the kitchen when he saw the tests in his hyung's hand, worried. But as he listened to them, a grin grew on his lips against his will. Crazy hyungs. He sat at the table and started feeding his son.
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“Okay? Okay!?” - Almost ten minutes after Onew's outburst, Key was sitting with him on the leader's bed. He was nursing Onew’s cut from when he fell from shock, while trying to reassure him that he was not expecting. “The tests aren’t mine. Let's wait a few more years.”
“Alright. Okay.” Relief was coursing through Jinki, but he was still a little shaky. “So I'm not going to be a father now. Okay. Good.” He nodded his head to himself with finality and jumped a little when Key was a little too vicious with the application of the Powerpuff Girls bandage.
“It's okay Jinki.” Kibum sighed and leaned down, kissing him gently, all parted lips and slow strokes of the tongue. There was no way he was going to just tell the leader when not even the actual father of the child knew yet. Yes, this was a good distraction and he was sure it would work. Not.
“Wait.” Jinki cut their kiss short, getting a glare from his boyfriend. “Then who is it?”
Kibum was saved from answering by the magnae and their manager entering the room, Munhee in his rightful place at Taemin's hip.
“Come on kids, time to work.” He motioned for them to get up, grabbing Taemin's school bag for him. “I'm going to take Taeminnie to school now. There's a car down there for you two. Minho's mother is free today, so no nanny. She will go to the schedule with you and take care of Munhee while you're busy. Go, go~”
Taemin quickly handed Munhee to Key and left with the manager. At least he was safe from the conversation for a whole day. On top of that, he had two whole periods of boring chemistry to figure out how to tell Minho about their impending.. situation.
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Thanks to my wonderful beta crystaltsunami
Comments are love and keep the writer motivated ;D
I have a block D< I'm forcing myself to write anyway, but I'm sorry if the next chapter takes more then a week.~~
Author: x_lain_x;
Genre: Romance/ MPREG
Warnings: This fic contains male pregnancy and underaged sex! Don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG for now~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: "It was November 19th , exactly one month after the release of their new album, and the worst time ever for Taemin to find himself in his current situation.”
( Chapter 1 )
( Chapter 2 )
SHINee's morning started early, a little before 6AM.
When the manager came into their room to wake them up, a half-asleep Minho was already checking on Munhee. Satisfied that his son was soundly asleep, he trudged his way into the bathroom with the music of his hyungs moaning their protests to the rising sun in the background.
Feeling refreshed after a quick shower, Minho went back to the nursery to start his parental duties. This included changing diapers, choosing clothes, and have the baby carrier ready by the time a sleepy, but fully dressed Taemin walked in.
“Morning, Minnie.” Taemin had glued himself to the other's side, rubbing his face against the soft fabric of Minho’s hoodie.
“Good morning, Minho-hyung,” Taemin responded, letting out a huge yawn. He got up on his tip-toes and tilted his chin up. Minho took a moment to contemplate the fact that he was never successful in making the magnae call him only by his name before finally bending down to kiss him.
They separated quickly. The management was much more humane about both their schedules now that they were parents, but there was still only sparingly little time for simple pleasures like this on their busy days.
“Go to umma, Munhee. Time to eat.” Minho handed Taemin their child, and with another quick peck (that seemed to be all they had time for nowadays), left for his first schedule with Jonghyun.
Taemin arranged his son comfortably on his right hip and walked to the kitchen, cooing nonsense into his ear. “Who's the cutest baby of all? It's Munhee! Yes it is! We're like team cute~ Minho, Munnie and Minnie~ Yes we are!~” The baby giggled, his small hand fisting the neck of his mother's shirt.
In the kitchen, Jinki was setting his mug in the sink while focusing on staying awake, oblivious to everyone and everything. But Taemin’s smile faltered a little as he came face to face with Key, sitting at the table looking directly at him with a grave expression plastered on his face.
“Taeminnie, sit down. We have a few things to discuss before you leave to school.” The magnae noticed that Key's smile was a little strained, his movements a little stiff. He let his smile fall completely, scanning his mind for anything he did terribly wrong. His eyes widened when his discovery from last night passed through his mind. The pregnancy tests! Where did he leave them?
Taemin's eyes frantically scanned the room, hoping the white sticks would magically appear before his eyes. He had absolutely no idea where he left them! Kibum's sharp gaze, containing not an ounce of his interior diva, meant serious business.
Munhee fussed in Taemin’s lap, reaching his chubby hands for his high chair and letting out a small whine. Oh. Right. The magnae snapped out of his daze, looking down at his son guiltily. “I'm sorry baby, umma will feed you in a second.” Cuddling his son close to his chest - more a comfort to himself then anything else - he made to walk toward the cabinets, intent on getting Munhee's baby food. Onew beat him to it, setting it on the table carefully and handing him the little blue bear spoon. “There you go Minnie. And make sure to grab something to eat too before you leave, ok?” The leader patted his head and left the kitchen.
Taemin sighed, his attempt to diverge time to think had failed miserably. He nervously walked toward the designated chair, Munhee squirming uncomfortably in his arms, uttering small cries and letting hiccups leave his lips. Apparently the baby could feel his umma's heart trying to leave his chest and didn't like it one bit. “Oh sweetie, it's okay, shhhh.” Setting his son on the high chair, he grabbed the spoon and tried to feed him, avoiding Key's eyes.
The magnae could feel Kibum's piercing gaze burning a hole in the back of his head and was about to turn and face the conversation, when they heard a loud sound echoing down the hallway, like something (or someone) fell and took something else with it. Key rolled his eyes with an annoyed expression, instantly taking on his usual haughty disposition. “Jinki? You okay? Did you break anything? If that was my new stereo, you're gonna--”
“OH MY GOD!” Well, that was unexpected. Another exclamation left the SHINee bedroom, along with an even greater crash.
Key stood a little, slightly worried, but still not willing to let go of Taemin now that he had him alone due to Onew's Sangtae. “Yah!? What's wrong? You're starting to sound like me!”
“OH MY GOD! OHMYGOD! OH MY GOD, KIBUM!”
“Not God - just Almighty Key is fine, thanks.” Letting his breath out in a huff, Key stalked out of the kitchen hurriedly. “What's wrong, are you hurt?” He was obviously worried now, even if he didn't want to show it. Taemin peeked at the scene from the safe distance of the kitchen door, not wanting to get caught in the turmoil of Key’s rage against a particularly bad Onew Sangtae.
The leader stood at the door of their bedroom, his face white and mouth hanging open in disbelief. “W-when?”
“When, what?” Key crossed his arms and scrutinized the other with a raised eyebrow and a faintly annoyed glare. Unsuccessful in extracting a coherent answer out of the babbling Onew, he tried again.
“Yah! What are you talking about? I was about to have an important mother to son talk with Ta-” Onew had opened his right hand and showed him the problem. Four positive pregnancy tests sat in his palm innocently.
“K-K-Kibum, when?!” Onew's brain had finally awoken from his shock-induced coma. The leader went off on a nervous pace around the dorm.
“Oh my God Kibum! When did this happen!? H-How? I d-don't know if I'm ready for this! Why didn't you tell me!?” He looked at the white sticks as if they were going to bite him, then at Key with anguished eyes, then back at the sticks again.
“W-what?” Key blinked, taking a few seconds to assess the situation. And because he was Key, his priorities were a little twisted.
“WOAH. WHAT WERE YOU DOING GOING THROUGH MY STUFF? JESUS CHRIST, being my boyfriend doesn't give you the right to--”
“I was just looking for your iPod earphones because mine--”
“I don't care! How many times have I told you to n--”
“What does it matter?! You're pregnant!!!” That did it. Complete silence fell over the dorm. Kibum and Jinki looked at each other with wide eyes.
Taemin ducked back into the kitchen when he saw the tests in his hyung's hand, worried. But as he listened to them, a grin grew on his lips against his will. Crazy hyungs. He sat at the table and started feeding his son.
-
“Okay? Okay!?” - Almost ten minutes after Onew's outburst, Key was sitting with him on the leader's bed. He was nursing Onew’s cut from when he fell from shock, while trying to reassure him that he was not expecting. “The tests aren’t mine. Let's wait a few more years.”
“Alright. Okay.” Relief was coursing through Jinki, but he was still a little shaky. “So I'm not going to be a father now. Okay. Good.” He nodded his head to himself with finality and jumped a little when Key was a little too vicious with the application of the Powerpuff Girls bandage.
“It's okay Jinki.” Kibum sighed and leaned down, kissing him gently, all parted lips and slow strokes of the tongue. There was no way he was going to just tell the leader when not even the actual father of the child knew yet. Yes, this was a good distraction and he was sure it would work. Not.
“Wait.” Jinki cut their kiss short, getting a glare from his boyfriend. “Then who is it?”
Kibum was saved from answering by the magnae and their manager entering the room, Munhee in his rightful place at Taemin's hip.
“Come on kids, time to work.” He motioned for them to get up, grabbing Taemin's school bag for him. “I'm going to take Taeminnie to school now. There's a car down there for you two. Minho's mother is free today, so no nanny. She will go to the schedule with you and take care of Munhee while you're busy. Go, go~”
Taemin quickly handed Munhee to Key and left with the manager. At least he was safe from the conversation for a whole day. On top of that, he had two whole periods of boring chemistry to figure out how to tell Minho about their impending.. situation.
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Thanks to my wonderful beta crystaltsunami
Comments are love and keep the writer motivated ;D
I have a block D< I'm forcing myself to write anyway, but I'm sorry if the next chapter takes more then a week.~~