Little Surprises - chapter 9
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-13 for swearing~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: “God won't help you when I beat the crap out of you.” Jonghyun flinched and looked up, just in time to see Key close the bedroom door.
( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )( Chapter 4 )
( Chapter 5 )( Chapter 6 )( Chapter 7 )( Chapter 8 )
Jonghyun remembered looking down in shame when Heechul's hand yanked him out of the chair. He also remembered the surprised gasps of his bandmates around him and the sting of a syringe not a second later. There was chaos, yelling and crying, but it was all jumbled together in his drug-induced haze.
The back of his pants had been soaked in blood, pooling in the chair he was sitting in. The paramedics didn't trust him to walk and had brought in a stretcher. He had an IV in the back of his hand and was surrounded by people asking him questions about his baby in seconds.
There were cameras and screaming when he was wheeled out, but the only thing that registered in his fuzzy mind was the disappointed look on Key's face.
-
It was past 5AM when Jonghyun finally woke up from his drug induced sleep. His mind was still fuzzy and he looked around, disoriented. He was in a hospital room, he could figure out that much. Onew dozed on a couch to his right and Minho, in a hospital gown, slept like the dead on the bed to his left, wrapped around Taemin and Munhee.
What the hell happened?
Jonghyun tried to sit up, grunting a bit at the soreness in his muscles. He gave himself a quick once over and noticed he was hooked up to some medicine and there was a belt beeping quietly around his stomach. “Oh my God...”
“God won't help you when I beat the crap out of you.” Jonghyun flinched and looked up, just in time to see Key close the bedroom door. “What the hell where you thinking?” He whispered, but his eyes were shining with unshed tears of rage.
“Kibummie, I-” The blond tried to reason, but the sharp sting of a slap across his face shut him up.
“You stupid fucker, how could you do this?! You almost killed your baby and you knew! You knew all this time and yet you refused to get up and just whined in that chair all night!”
The pain seemed to wake his brain cells and the world was finally clear before Jonghyun’s eyes again. He could think and the memories came flooding back to him. The initial sharp pain, the fear, that glimpse of blood when he moved. The guilt. He sobbed.
For a while all was quiet, just the choked sobs, past fear and relief, echoing throughout the darkness. Key sniffed and bent down, kissing Jonghyun's red cheek.
“Aw, you silly mutt. Don't you ever give us a scare like that again.” He hugged Jonghyun close. “If you had lost this baby, we would never forgive ourselves.”
Jonghyun shook his head, burrying his face in his hands to muffle his sobs. “It was my fault, there's nothing to be guilty about.”
Another slap, this time on the head.
“Shut up. It's a SHINee baby now.”
-
Minho was discharged in the morning and Jonghyun finally saw freedom the next day. They released him with a prescription and a list of cautions the length of his arm.
No running, no dancing, no stairs, no sports, no sex. Not that he really had to worry about the last one.
But Jonghyun absolutely did not foresee the trouble that the lack of sex could bring. Of course he liked it. It felt good. It was fun. But there was much more important things going on his life right now. But then why, oh why, was he feeling so hot?
Jonghyun was, for at least a week, confined to being horizontal. Key insisted on keeping him on the squeaky couch at all hours of the day, only allowing him to move to go to sleep on his bed. The only other seat available in the living room was an ancient reclining chair, that moaned in protest every time someone so much as passed by it.
The moment Jonghyun realized his problem was the second day of his sick leave, when Onew begged to be taken by Minho and Taemin as well. After such a scare, they deserved a little quiet time. Besides, it was a good way of keeping Jonghyun strapped to the couch.
The day was boring, an ugly cloud covering all the sunrays, making the air clammy and moist. The air conditioner was not even on, because Munhee was coming down with a case of the sniffles. Jonghyun watched the kid sleep on a blanket spread out on the ground for a while and sighed, changing channels again. So boring.
That was when something caught his eye; Minho was sitting on Taemin's knees, who was reclining in the chair, eyes intent on the PSP screen. The magnae didn't seem to mind even when Minho took his feet off the ground and hooked them around Taemin's calves.
There was nothing sexual about it, they were barely aware of each other. Minho was sitting straight, watching the game on TV and Taemin was almost lying down, melted against the cushions. And yet, as Minho unconsciously caressed the magnae's calf with his toes, riding up his pant leg a little, Jonghyun felt a very inappropriate pull between his legs.
He must have squeaked, because both younger men turned to look at him. Jonghyun just crossed his legs and tried to will the blush away from his cheeks. That was so, so very wrong on so many levels.
“Hyung, are you feeling okay?”
“Jonghyun-hyung, do you need anything?”
He smiled at them the best he could and tried to forget about what had just passed through his mind. He did not just think about his bandmates in that way. He didn't. Really.
“I’m fine guys, don't worry. I just pulled a muscle.”
He made a show of massaging his lower back and stretching.
“I'm going to take a nap now, you guys can watch whatever you want.”
Jonghyun tossed the controller closer to them and lied down, cuddling with a pillow. Sleep was just what he needed to will away that ill-timed want.
As Minho stretched to reach for the remote, Taemin steadied him with a hand on his hip. Eyes still on the little screen, he quickly caressed the rapper's abs, riding up the white wifebeater quite a bit. He was quick to let it go though, using both hands to play.
Jonghyun's eyes almost bugged out of his head, holding the pillow closer to his body. Wrong. Wrong. So wrong.
The last blow to Jonghyun's sanity came when Minho decided he was bored of watching TV. To the blonde's horror, he let go of the remote control and leaned back to lay down on Taemin with a smirk. A real 'Minho is up to no good” smirk. And apparently, living together means you acquire each other's habits, because Taemin answered with his very own magnae-branded smirk.
Jonghyun could feel the air finally filling his lungs again when Taemin just wrapped his arms around Minho's middle and innocently cuddled him closer. He could also feel it being knocked right back out when a bony hand made it's way under the white wifebeater and the magnae buried his nose in the crevice of Minho's tanned neck.
Minho jumped and Jonghyun was sure he could see the peek of a pink tongue lapping at the skin. The rapper squirmed and tried to get up. Jonghyun thanked the heavens for ending the torture.
“Stay still.”
Since when did Taemin have muscles? Jonghyun could see them bulging to hold Minho firmly in his lap.
A gasp and some more squirming. The blonde would laugh at Minho for being subdued by the frail-looking magnae if he wasn't so aware of what squirming around on top of someone's lap did.
“The baby...”
“It's fine. Stay still while I molest you.” Taemin's voice was very final and made Jonghyun arch an eyebrow. If it wasn't for Munhee and the unborn baby, he would definitely wonder.
In the end, it was Munhee who saved Jonghyun. The child woke up crying at full blast, annoyed at his clogged nose and achy throat. Both his band members flew from the chair, Minho offering his son a bottle of warm milk while Taemin stroked the sweaty dark hair.
Jonghyun curled up with his pillow and pretended to be sleeping, willing sleep to come so it would will some other very embarrassing thing away.
-
It didn't get any better. At all. Jonghyun was feeling increasingly horny and not having someone around to help him was driving him up the walls. He had tried making friends with his right hand, but his protruding belly just made him feel guilty. He even tried porn, but let it go after deeming it too fake. He was living with SHINee after all, there was free-of-charge porn all over the house.
Taemin was obviously experiencing some pregnancy hormones as well. He was more demanding and kept manhandling Minho into dark corners. Key seemed to be inspired by it and Jonghyun had caught him with his tongue down Onew's throat at least once in every room this week. And that was saying something since he was barely allowed to to stand.
Jonghyun had actually walked in on Taemin and Minho, but they would never know that. They were to blame after all; the floor of the laundry room, especially at 4am, was no place to get cozy.
With his frustration skyrocketing to insane levels, Jonghyun really, really wanted his baby to be born soon.
-
“You look like shit.”
Minho barely looked up at Jonghyun, just shoving his cap on his wild hair, throwing himself in a chair. He mumbled something that sounded like 'tired.'
“I can imagine.” Taemin and Minho had spend all night out of their room, only coming back to sleep in the last two hours. The fact that the magnae walked into the kitchen glowing and humming surely said something.
“At least you're getting some. I've been crawling up the walls, so at least look happy about your luck.”
Minho looked around, sliding carefully closer to Jonghyun. He made sure to look up once more and double-check that Taemin was busy with Munhee, who decided to wobble around on unsteady legs.
“He's insane! Save me!” Minho grasped Jonghyun's hand as if his life depended on it.
“Oh please...” Jonghyun arched an eyebrow. Here he was, horny as a rabbit and Minho was complaining to him about too much sex. Wait. Was it possible to have too much sex? From the bruises looking suspiciously like nail tracks on his arms and the dark bags under Minho's eyes, yes it was.
“No, really. I'm tired, I haven't had a decent night of sleep since-”
“Minho-hyung~ Can you please heat Munhee's bottle?”
“Sure baby. Doing it right now.”
Minho just looked at Jonghyun with searching eyes and got up to do as asked.
-
After showering and eating, Minho looked a lot better and was back to being his usual protective self. He held Taemin close, cuddled him, kissed his cheek and rubbed his back.
Everything was back as it should be until Taemin pounced his tired bones again. Jonghyun was just a tiny little bit jealous of the magnae for having someone to help him with his...er, problem.
They were backstage at the music show even though almost half of SHINee wasn't dancing anymore.
And that meant being surrounded by the most gorgeous men of all of Korea. With no shirts on.
Jonghyun almost bit a hole in his cheek when Super Junior came back from their performance. It was hot, they were sweating, and that meant that half of them peeled off their soaked shirts the minute they were hidden from the fans.
Key whistled at the sight, sitting on the couch beside Jonghyun to admire the view.
“That's nice. I could get used to this.”
Yesung blinked from the other side of the room, Ryeowook jokingly throwing a towel in their general direction. “That's mine, you have plenty to choose from.”
“I have my own, thank you very much. I just can't help watching since you all shamelessly - Oh my God! Chae Rin is here? Hoooowww cuteee~~”
Key was up off of the couch in a flash, going to coo at the tiny baby being carefully deposited in Kyuhyun's arms by the baby-sitter ahjumma.
“Do you want to hold her?” Kyuhyun still had to change and ZhouMi was not around, having gone to China for a few university documents.
“Yes please.” The baby was passed smoothly, Key had a lot of experience from holding Munhee all the time. He looked up and smiled at Onew.
“You look so good holding a baby.” The leader smiled, nuzzling Key's ear gently.
“I look good all the time.” He grinned, turning his head just slightly for a peck. He then whispered against the soft, full lips. “A few more years.”
“Agreed.” A slightly longer kiss was interrupted when Chae Rin started to fuss.
“There, there girl. Calm down.” She kept squirming, waving her dangerous little fists around. She had caused quite a few bloody noses in her history.
Key tried to pat her bottom, swinging back and forth a little and walking around, but she was obviously about to cry her outrage to the world. He sighed when he saw Kyuhyun stop changing.
“Chae Rin-ah~ That's enough now.” Kibum started when Siwon suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his big, gentle hand smoothing Chae Rin's dark hair. She instantly stopped fussing and looked up, as if entranced by the known face.
“Ah, Kibummie, look. She's hypnotized by hyung's good looks.”
Siwon laughed, dimple showing and extended his hands.
“Can I?”
“Sure you can. Byebye Chae-ah~” Kibum kissed the white skin of her forehead and passed the squirming bundle to Siwon's awaiting arms. He sighed when Onew kissed his cheek and looped his arms around him.
“A few more years is vague and completly negotiable, Kibummie.”
Key giggled at the tickle of Jinki's whisper in his ear, hiding his face in his boyfriend's neck.
“A few more years is a few more years. But we can always practice all you want.”
Jinki smirked and nipped at the skin in front of him.
-
Minho flung himself down on the couch beside Jonghyun, who was watching something with rapt attention. Cuddling Munhee close, he turned his head in the same direction.
“What's so interesting, hyung?” All he saw was Siwon clad in a dark wifebeater holding Chae Rin closely. Jinki and Kibum were close by, cuddling and swaying from side to side as if they had reunited with each other after 20 long years.
“Oh. Minho. Nothing. Chae Rin is really cute, hm?” There was no way Minho could miss the way Jonghyun's cheeks suddenly flamed and the way he looked down guiltily. He arched an eyebrow.
“Yes. She really is. And Siwon-hyung looks really good with a baby too, right?” Oh~~ He nailed it. He absolutely nailed it. The smirk on his face manifested itself without his permission.
“Shhhh!! SHHHHHH!!! Quiet, don't you dare!” Jonghyun was suddenly a lot closer, grabbing his arm with a stilling death grip.
“Okay, okay. OKAY! You can let go now.” He looked down at his arm and almost pouted for not having a hand free to rub it.
“Ouch, hyung.” Munhee pouted for him, turning his big doe eyes to Jonghyun. It was like having two Minho's looking at him.
The blonde sighed. “The things you teach this kid.” He patted the dark hair and conjured a candy bar out of his pocket. “My last one Munnie!”
As Minho opened the candy around eager little fingers, he still had the nerve to look back to Jonghyun and arch his eyebrow again. The lead singer rolled his eyes.
“He... He just looks so damn fine, okay? But you know that. I know that. Taemin knows that. Damnit, even my grandmother knows that. So don't get all worked up, I would never think of him that way, I don't like him.” His voice was just a whisper and the rapper had to strain to hear above all the commotion in the changing room.
“Yeah okay, hyung.” Minho got up, arranging Munhee on his lap. “But whoever said anything about liking?” He smirked and walked to the back, where Taemin was waiting with their son's coat.
Jonghyun twisted the hem of his shirt between his fingers and stared. Siwon did look fine with a baby. He would look even better if it was Jonghyun's.
-
It was dark and quiet when Jonghyun slipped out of their room. He padded through the house silently, shutting himself inside the bathroom and then inside the shower stall. His fingers shook when he dialed the well-known number.
One ring. Two. And a familiar voice that made him gulp.
“Hey Jay, it's me.”
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Hey~~ Took me a long long long loooooooooonnngg time, but it's done XD I hope you guys like it and don't kill me after so many months of evil clifhanger =P ~Comments are love and keep the writer motivated~ ~Thanks to my lovely beta crystaltsunami~
Author: x_lain_x;
Genre: Romance/ MPREG
Warnings: This fic contains male pregnancy and underaged sex! Don't like, don't read.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing~.
Pairings/Characters: Minho/Taemin
Synopsis: “God won't help you when I beat the crap out of you.” Jonghyun flinched and looked up, just in time to see Key close the bedroom door.
( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )( Chapter 4 )
( Chapter 5 )( Chapter 6 )( Chapter 7 )( Chapter 8 )
Jonghyun remembered looking down in shame when Heechul's hand yanked him out of the chair. He also remembered the surprised gasps of his bandmates around him and the sting of a syringe not a second later. There was chaos, yelling and crying, but it was all jumbled together in his drug-induced haze.
The back of his pants had been soaked in blood, pooling in the chair he was sitting in. The paramedics didn't trust him to walk and had brought in a stretcher. He had an IV in the back of his hand and was surrounded by people asking him questions about his baby in seconds.
There were cameras and screaming when he was wheeled out, but the only thing that registered in his fuzzy mind was the disappointed look on Key's face.
-
It was past 5AM when Jonghyun finally woke up from his drug induced sleep. His mind was still fuzzy and he looked around, disoriented. He was in a hospital room, he could figure out that much. Onew dozed on a couch to his right and Minho, in a hospital gown, slept like the dead on the bed to his left, wrapped around Taemin and Munhee.
What the hell happened?
Jonghyun tried to sit up, grunting a bit at the soreness in his muscles. He gave himself a quick once over and noticed he was hooked up to some medicine and there was a belt beeping quietly around his stomach. “Oh my God...”
“God won't help you when I beat the crap out of you.” Jonghyun flinched and looked up, just in time to see Key close the bedroom door. “What the hell where you thinking?” He whispered, but his eyes were shining with unshed tears of rage.
“Kibummie, I-” The blond tried to reason, but the sharp sting of a slap across his face shut him up.
“You stupid fucker, how could you do this?! You almost killed your baby and you knew! You knew all this time and yet you refused to get up and just whined in that chair all night!”
The pain seemed to wake his brain cells and the world was finally clear before Jonghyun’s eyes again. He could think and the memories came flooding back to him. The initial sharp pain, the fear, that glimpse of blood when he moved. The guilt. He sobbed.
For a while all was quiet, just the choked sobs, past fear and relief, echoing throughout the darkness. Key sniffed and bent down, kissing Jonghyun's red cheek.
“Aw, you silly mutt. Don't you ever give us a scare like that again.” He hugged Jonghyun close. “If you had lost this baby, we would never forgive ourselves.”
Jonghyun shook his head, burrying his face in his hands to muffle his sobs. “It was my fault, there's nothing to be guilty about.”
Another slap, this time on the head.
“Shut up. It's a SHINee baby now.”
-
Minho was discharged in the morning and Jonghyun finally saw freedom the next day. They released him with a prescription and a list of cautions the length of his arm.
No running, no dancing, no stairs, no sports, no sex. Not that he really had to worry about the last one.
But Jonghyun absolutely did not foresee the trouble that the lack of sex could bring. Of course he liked it. It felt good. It was fun. But there was much more important things going on his life right now. But then why, oh why, was he feeling so hot?
Jonghyun was, for at least a week, confined to being horizontal. Key insisted on keeping him on the squeaky couch at all hours of the day, only allowing him to move to go to sleep on his bed. The only other seat available in the living room was an ancient reclining chair, that moaned in protest every time someone so much as passed by it.
The moment Jonghyun realized his problem was the second day of his sick leave, when Onew begged to be taken by Minho and Taemin as well. After such a scare, they deserved a little quiet time. Besides, it was a good way of keeping Jonghyun strapped to the couch.
The day was boring, an ugly cloud covering all the sunrays, making the air clammy and moist. The air conditioner was not even on, because Munhee was coming down with a case of the sniffles. Jonghyun watched the kid sleep on a blanket spread out on the ground for a while and sighed, changing channels again. So boring.
That was when something caught his eye; Minho was sitting on Taemin's knees, who was reclining in the chair, eyes intent on the PSP screen. The magnae didn't seem to mind even when Minho took his feet off the ground and hooked them around Taemin's calves.
There was nothing sexual about it, they were barely aware of each other. Minho was sitting straight, watching the game on TV and Taemin was almost lying down, melted against the cushions. And yet, as Minho unconsciously caressed the magnae's calf with his toes, riding up his pant leg a little, Jonghyun felt a very inappropriate pull between his legs.
He must have squeaked, because both younger men turned to look at him. Jonghyun just crossed his legs and tried to will the blush away from his cheeks. That was so, so very wrong on so many levels.
“Hyung, are you feeling okay?”
“Jonghyun-hyung, do you need anything?”
He smiled at them the best he could and tried to forget about what had just passed through his mind. He did not just think about his bandmates in that way. He didn't. Really.
“I’m fine guys, don't worry. I just pulled a muscle.”
He made a show of massaging his lower back and stretching.
“I'm going to take a nap now, you guys can watch whatever you want.”
Jonghyun tossed the controller closer to them and lied down, cuddling with a pillow. Sleep was just what he needed to will away that ill-timed want.
As Minho stretched to reach for the remote, Taemin steadied him with a hand on his hip. Eyes still on the little screen, he quickly caressed the rapper's abs, riding up the white wifebeater quite a bit. He was quick to let it go though, using both hands to play.
Jonghyun's eyes almost bugged out of his head, holding the pillow closer to his body. Wrong. Wrong. So wrong.
The last blow to Jonghyun's sanity came when Minho decided he was bored of watching TV. To the blonde's horror, he let go of the remote control and leaned back to lay down on Taemin with a smirk. A real 'Minho is up to no good” smirk. And apparently, living together means you acquire each other's habits, because Taemin answered with his very own magnae-branded smirk.
Jonghyun could feel the air finally filling his lungs again when Taemin just wrapped his arms around Minho's middle and innocently cuddled him closer. He could also feel it being knocked right back out when a bony hand made it's way under the white wifebeater and the magnae buried his nose in the crevice of Minho's tanned neck.
Minho jumped and Jonghyun was sure he could see the peek of a pink tongue lapping at the skin. The rapper squirmed and tried to get up. Jonghyun thanked the heavens for ending the torture.
“Stay still.”
Since when did Taemin have muscles? Jonghyun could see them bulging to hold Minho firmly in his lap.
A gasp and some more squirming. The blonde would laugh at Minho for being subdued by the frail-looking magnae if he wasn't so aware of what squirming around on top of someone's lap did.
“The baby...”
“It's fine. Stay still while I molest you.” Taemin's voice was very final and made Jonghyun arch an eyebrow. If it wasn't for Munhee and the unborn baby, he would definitely wonder.
In the end, it was Munhee who saved Jonghyun. The child woke up crying at full blast, annoyed at his clogged nose and achy throat. Both his band members flew from the chair, Minho offering his son a bottle of warm milk while Taemin stroked the sweaty dark hair.
Jonghyun curled up with his pillow and pretended to be sleeping, willing sleep to come so it would will some other very embarrassing thing away.
-
It didn't get any better. At all. Jonghyun was feeling increasingly horny and not having someone around to help him was driving him up the walls. He had tried making friends with his right hand, but his protruding belly just made him feel guilty. He even tried porn, but let it go after deeming it too fake. He was living with SHINee after all, there was free-of-charge porn all over the house.
Taemin was obviously experiencing some pregnancy hormones as well. He was more demanding and kept manhandling Minho into dark corners. Key seemed to be inspired by it and Jonghyun had caught him with his tongue down Onew's throat at least once in every room this week. And that was saying something since he was barely allowed to to stand.
Jonghyun had actually walked in on Taemin and Minho, but they would never know that. They were to blame after all; the floor of the laundry room, especially at 4am, was no place to get cozy.
With his frustration skyrocketing to insane levels, Jonghyun really, really wanted his baby to be born soon.
-
“You look like shit.”
Minho barely looked up at Jonghyun, just shoving his cap on his wild hair, throwing himself in a chair. He mumbled something that sounded like 'tired.'
“I can imagine.” Taemin and Minho had spend all night out of their room, only coming back to sleep in the last two hours. The fact that the magnae walked into the kitchen glowing and humming surely said something.
“At least you're getting some. I've been crawling up the walls, so at least look happy about your luck.”
Minho looked around, sliding carefully closer to Jonghyun. He made sure to look up once more and double-check that Taemin was busy with Munhee, who decided to wobble around on unsteady legs.
“He's insane! Save me!” Minho grasped Jonghyun's hand as if his life depended on it.
“Oh please...” Jonghyun arched an eyebrow. Here he was, horny as a rabbit and Minho was complaining to him about too much sex. Wait. Was it possible to have too much sex? From the bruises looking suspiciously like nail tracks on his arms and the dark bags under Minho's eyes, yes it was.
“No, really. I'm tired, I haven't had a decent night of sleep since-”
“Minho-hyung~ Can you please heat Munhee's bottle?”
“Sure baby. Doing it right now.”
Minho just looked at Jonghyun with searching eyes and got up to do as asked.
-
After showering and eating, Minho looked a lot better and was back to being his usual protective self. He held Taemin close, cuddled him, kissed his cheek and rubbed his back.
Everything was back as it should be until Taemin pounced his tired bones again. Jonghyun was just a tiny little bit jealous of the magnae for having someone to help him with his...er, problem.
They were backstage at the music show even though almost half of SHINee wasn't dancing anymore.
And that meant being surrounded by the most gorgeous men of all of Korea. With no shirts on.
Jonghyun almost bit a hole in his cheek when Super Junior came back from their performance. It was hot, they were sweating, and that meant that half of them peeled off their soaked shirts the minute they were hidden from the fans.
Key whistled at the sight, sitting on the couch beside Jonghyun to admire the view.
“That's nice. I could get used to this.”
Yesung blinked from the other side of the room, Ryeowook jokingly throwing a towel in their general direction. “That's mine, you have plenty to choose from.”
“I have my own, thank you very much. I just can't help watching since you all shamelessly - Oh my God! Chae Rin is here? Hoooowww cuteee~~”
Key was up off of the couch in a flash, going to coo at the tiny baby being carefully deposited in Kyuhyun's arms by the baby-sitter ahjumma.
“Do you want to hold her?” Kyuhyun still had to change and ZhouMi was not around, having gone to China for a few university documents.
“Yes please.” The baby was passed smoothly, Key had a lot of experience from holding Munhee all the time. He looked up and smiled at Onew.
“You look so good holding a baby.” The leader smiled, nuzzling Key's ear gently.
“I look good all the time.” He grinned, turning his head just slightly for a peck. He then whispered against the soft, full lips. “A few more years.”
“Agreed.” A slightly longer kiss was interrupted when Chae Rin started to fuss.
“There, there girl. Calm down.” She kept squirming, waving her dangerous little fists around. She had caused quite a few bloody noses in her history.
Key tried to pat her bottom, swinging back and forth a little and walking around, but she was obviously about to cry her outrage to the world. He sighed when he saw Kyuhyun stop changing.
“Chae Rin-ah~ That's enough now.” Kibum started when Siwon suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his big, gentle hand smoothing Chae Rin's dark hair. She instantly stopped fussing and looked up, as if entranced by the known face.
“Ah, Kibummie, look. She's hypnotized by hyung's good looks.”
Siwon laughed, dimple showing and extended his hands.
“Can I?”
“Sure you can. Byebye Chae-ah~” Kibum kissed the white skin of her forehead and passed the squirming bundle to Siwon's awaiting arms. He sighed when Onew kissed his cheek and looped his arms around him.
“A few more years is vague and completly negotiable, Kibummie.”
Key giggled at the tickle of Jinki's whisper in his ear, hiding his face in his boyfriend's neck.
“A few more years is a few more years. But we can always practice all you want.”
Jinki smirked and nipped at the skin in front of him.
-
Minho flung himself down on the couch beside Jonghyun, who was watching something with rapt attention. Cuddling Munhee close, he turned his head in the same direction.
“What's so interesting, hyung?” All he saw was Siwon clad in a dark wifebeater holding Chae Rin closely. Jinki and Kibum were close by, cuddling and swaying from side to side as if they had reunited with each other after 20 long years.
“Oh. Minho. Nothing. Chae Rin is really cute, hm?” There was no way Minho could miss the way Jonghyun's cheeks suddenly flamed and the way he looked down guiltily. He arched an eyebrow.
“Yes. She really is. And Siwon-hyung looks really good with a baby too, right?” Oh~~ He nailed it. He absolutely nailed it. The smirk on his face manifested itself without his permission.
“Shhhh!! SHHHHHH!!! Quiet, don't you dare!” Jonghyun was suddenly a lot closer, grabbing his arm with a stilling death grip.
“Okay, okay. OKAY! You can let go now.” He looked down at his arm and almost pouted for not having a hand free to rub it.
“Ouch, hyung.” Munhee pouted for him, turning his big doe eyes to Jonghyun. It was like having two Minho's looking at him.
The blonde sighed. “The things you teach this kid.” He patted the dark hair and conjured a candy bar out of his pocket. “My last one Munnie!”
As Minho opened the candy around eager little fingers, he still had the nerve to look back to Jonghyun and arch his eyebrow again. The lead singer rolled his eyes.
“He... He just looks so damn fine, okay? But you know that. I know that. Taemin knows that. Damnit, even my grandmother knows that. So don't get all worked up, I would never think of him that way, I don't like him.” His voice was just a whisper and the rapper had to strain to hear above all the commotion in the changing room.
“Yeah okay, hyung.” Minho got up, arranging Munhee on his lap. “But whoever said anything about liking?” He smirked and walked to the back, where Taemin was waiting with their son's coat.
Jonghyun twisted the hem of his shirt between his fingers and stared. Siwon did look fine with a baby. He would look even better if it was Jonghyun's.
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It was dark and quiet when Jonghyun slipped out of their room. He padded through the house silently, shutting himself inside the bathroom and then inside the shower stall. His fingers shook when he dialed the well-known number.
One ring. Two. And a familiar voice that made him gulp.
“Hey Jay, it's me.”
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Hey~~ Took me a long long long loooooooooonnngg time, but it's done XD I hope you guys like it and don't kill me after so many months of evil clifhanger =P ~Comments are love and keep the writer motivated~ ~Thanks to my lovely beta crystaltsunami~