Little Surprises Chapter 11
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: "Minho, you should really go to sleep." Jonghyun raised an eyebrow at the hand Taemin closed around the rapper's wrist
( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )( Chapter 4 )
( Chapter 5 )( Chapter 6 )( Chapter 7 )( Chapter 8 )( Chapter 9 )( Chapter 10 )
Taemin looked up as a key turned inside the lock of the dorm's door. He knew who to expect, could hear Jonghyun's distinct laugh since the elevator's door opened with a ding. What really made him strain his neck to have a better angle was the accompanying voice, who seemed to be telling a story.
“No really, and then the girls ran away and Teuk-hyung slept with that red lipstick on his face for hours!” Taemin smirked when the door finally edged open enough for him to confirm his suspicions. The other voice was indeed Siwon-hyung, who seemed to be a lot more present in SHINee's life the last few weeks.
Taemin licked his lips and tried to control his leer, looking to his left, where Minho sat with Munhee between his legs. His lover seemed to be watching the show on TV and ignoring the fact that his son had both tiny fists inside his bowl of ramen. Actually, Taemin was one-hundred percent sure Minho was just sleeping with his eyes open.
When Jonghyun and Siwon finally made it into his line of sight, Taemin had already stuffed his mouth with as much ramen he could chew, hoping he could control his exploding laughter that way. He was proud of only choking a bit when he saw both men were a little damp and blue from the cold, but with smiles that could crack their faces in half.
“It's okay Jonghyun-ah, I'll just go to the dorm to warm up.” Siwon waved at them while trying to follow Jonghyun, who had made a beeline for the kitchen.
Taemin waved back with his chopsticks, while Minho didn't even move, eyes glassed over. Munhee shook his small hand from where he was now working the noodles into quite the blonde mane.
“At least let me get you some tea! It's so cold outside, I can't let you freeze.” Jonghyun disappeared into the kitchen, mumbling to himself and shooing Siwon in the vague direction of the living room.
Siwon let out a sigh, but there was a smile on his face when he went to sit beside Taemin on the rug.
“Hey, Taeminnie. Quite a blond kid you have there.” He reached over the magnae to tickle Munhee's belly, getting a giggle out of him. The noodle thrown at his face was just an added bonus.
“Oh! I'm so sorry hyung!” Taemin reached for a napkin on the coffee table, but could not contain his laughing. At least Siwon was apparently amused, making grabbing hands at Munhee and not minding the squeals and food flying in his direction.
“I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you alright~~” Siwon reached over Taemin and grabbed Munhee with both hands, quickly working him into his lap. Then he proceeded to tickle the life out of the poor kid.
“Hyung! Your clothes!” Taemin knew it was too late, there was noodles and sauce everywhere.
“It's okay, kids will be kids.” Siwon smiled down at the baby on his lap, and attacked him once again. Munhee exploded in giggles. “Got you~ got you~”
Taemin saw the moment Jonghyun stopped dead at the kitchen's door. He saw the way Jonghyun watched Siwon playing with Munhee. There was care in his eyes, longing. The fear was much greater though.
Taemin sighed.
Jonghyun shook his head to get rid of the mental images and glued a smile to his face.
“Tea's here.” He left the tray on the coffee table and blushed a bit at the manoeuvre he had to do to be able to sit down on the ground. He refused to think of the pleasant feeling he was filled with when Siwon handed him a cushion and placed a caring hand on his arm.
Minho choose that time to wake up. He blinked owlishly, several times, slowly moving his hand in a searching manner over his lap. He then sat up suddenly. “Munhee!”
Taemin started out of the easy conversation going on over the table, quickly stretching an arm to calm Minho down. "He's here. He's here, calm down.”
Minho looked in their direction, but didn't seem to really see them for a few seconds. His eyes looked hunted, heavy bags under them giving him quite a zombie-ish look. “Oh. Hi hyung.”
Taemin was sure there was a attempt of smile there somewhere, but as it was, it just looked creepy and a little pitiful.
“Hyung, why don't you go to bed? You look a bit tired. " Taemin smiled at him, reaching down to clean his lap of noodles. The faster Minho surrendered to his own body, the more sleep he would get. But the fact was that Minho never surrendered and Taemin was starting to get worried.
"I'm fine." Minho looked down at his lap, pinching the leg of his damp pants away from his skin and looking down at it thoughtfully.
The three men in the room looked at each other and then back at Minho's odd behaviour.
"Hmmm... Minho?" Siwon tried gently.
Nothing. Taemin cleared his throat.
"Baby?" The pet name seemed to do the trick and Minho startled awake again.
"Oh, right. Yeah. Why am I covered in ramen? " He tried to get up, but swayed in place for a second. Taemin was half up to get him by the time he seemed stable enough.
"You okay?" Taemin reached a hand to his thigh anyway, ignoring the filthy look he received.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. " He shook his leg free and went around the table to get Munhee from Siwon's lap.
"Minho, you should really go to sleep." Jonghyun raised an eyebrow at the hand Taemin closed around the rapper's wrist. Siwon just looked slightly uncomfortable at the sudden tension and the fact he was right in the middle of it.
"I have to bathe Munhee first. I always bathe Munhee.” He twisted his hand a bit, trying to get free.
"Really, Minho-hyung. Don't worry, you're tired. I will bathe him, just go to sleep." Taemin tried for his best smile, but Minho was not looking at him.
"Let go, Taemminie. I have to bathe him.”
Taemin's smiled strained. It was really just baring his teeth now.
"Baby, you're tired, I can take care of him." That seemed the wrong way to go, because a very tired Minho was a incoherent Minho. And Minho was beyond tired.
"I can take care of him too! Siwon-hyung, give me my son please." His glassed eyes turned to Siwon, who was just trying very hard to be invisible.
Before Siwon could answer, Taemin got up with a agility no 5 months pregnant person should have. He took a whiny Munhee from Siwon's arms and held him close to his body.
"Go to sleep, you're not well." The magnae was serious now, any pretence of being nice now gone.
"I'm fine. Stop it! I bathe him every night!" Minho didn't seem to care they had guests, he didn't even seem to care about anything outside of his little, exhausted world.
"Not today, you're sleeping on your feet!”
"Taemin!" Minho made to advance on the magnae, but ended up stumbling over Siwon's folded legs. He went down like a rock, so drunk on lack of sleep he didn't even had time to raise both hands to break his fall.
Taemin knew head wounds bled profusely, but it did nothing to placate his shock at seeing the little puddle of red on the floor when Minho raised himself on his knees. He adjusted a now crying Munhee on his right hip and crouched, trying to use one hand to lift Minho's face and check the damage. His hand was roughly batted away.
Minho just trembled for a while, ignoring the blood now seeping through the collar of his sweatshirt and looking down resolutely. There was a commotion around him, people grabbing tissues, a big hand holding it against the rapper's jaw.
Minho rose a shaking hand and took over holding the now soaked tissue over his wound.
"Thank you, hyung. I'm okay." He got up quickly and power-walked to their shared bedroom, slamming the door on his way.
The silence was heavy on the living room for quite some minutes, nobody daring to say anything.
Taemin paced around the room, trying to calm Munhee down with soothing words. Siwon silently sipped at his tea, stealing glances at Jonghyun, who seemed to be doing the same. Sometimes their eyes would meet and they would have a brief conversation just using their eyebrows. It somehow worked.
The silence stretched for a few more minutes, until Munhee had fallen asleep against Taemin's shoulder. Just then the magnae turned around, looking ashamed.
"I'm really sorry you had to see this, hyung. I really am." He reached a hand to secure Munhee so he could bow deeply.
"Oh! No, it's nothing; it's okay." Siwon got up on his knees, several theatrical hand motions trying to make Taemin stop bowing. "I-I mean, it happens, right?
Taemin's smile was a bit strained, but he nodded.
"I guess. Minho is really strung tight; management has been really hard on him, Kibum-hyung and Jinki-hyung. I'm really sorry." He bowed again, for good measure.
"Taeminnie, that was his first nap in what, three days? Don't feel guilty about it, he could have drowned Munhee if you let him take him." Jonghyun used Siwon's shoulder to help himself and then patted Munhee's head. "Go take care of your fiancée, Taeminnie, I'll take care of this little guy.”
Taemin seemed torn between wanting to go and delaying the inevitable fight a little more. He ended up sighing and relenting his baby to Jonghyun.
"His pyjamas are on the crib. And please don't use the chamomile body wash, I think he's allergic.”
He was leaving, but turned suddenly.
"A-and, the aloe-vera shampoo is--"
"Taeminnie." Jonghyun raised an eyebrow. The magnae bit his lip and turned back to walk down the corridor.
The blond nodded to himself. "Hnf. At least I'm still the hyung around here.”
Siwon just smiled dreamily at him and rested his face on his hand. The lead singer blushed a bit.
"W-what? Do I have something on my face? " He raised his fingers to self-consciously dust at his cheeks.
"No, I just don't remember ever seeing you holding Munhee before. Not that comfortably anyway... You look really good with a baby.
Jonghyun cursed his blush to the third circle of hell.
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Taemin leaned against the door before daring to enter the room. He could hear Minho pacing, probably messing around their drawers, looking for something to still the blood flow. Then there came the sound of something falling and a loud curse. The magnae closed his eyes.
Minho was a gentle, gentle person. He was a loving father, and an even better boyfriend. But, if there was something Minho needed to learn, it was losing. He had a trouble showing any weakness at all times, but usually controlled himself quite well. Tired as he was, that was another story.
Taemin creeped inside the dark bedroom, immediately spotting a brooding Minho sitting on his bunk. He was now holding a pink shirt to his jaw, and that meant Key would shriek their ears off when he got home. The magnae chose to ignore this problem for now.
"Hey..." He sat on the end of the bed, trying to find Minho's eyes under all the hair on his face. "Honey, are you alright?
Taemin crawled a little closer, but didn't dare touch him. Minho turned his face away.
The magnae sighed and sat indian-style, resting his jaw on his palm. It was very difficult to convince Minho of anything when he was in one of his moods.
"Minho-hyung, you're very tired, please go to sleep. There's still some hours until you have to get up." Taemin kept his voice soothing, but could see the tension working its way up the rapper's shoulders and making his posture even stiffer.
"Why did you do that?" Minho's voice was low, just a whisper in the darkness.
"What?" The magnae was caught off guard, didn't expect Minho to change the subject.
"Why did you embarrassed me in front of our hyung?
Taemin frowned, reaching out to touch Minho's calf, the closest part of him.
"You know I had no intentions of doing that. I'm just very worried about you. No one works well after three whole days awake." He risked a kiss between the jeans and white sock and rested his head on a clothed knee. Minho relaxed slightly. Things were going well.
"But why didn't you just let me take Munhee? I'm his father and I always bathe him, I like bathing him." Minho sounded just a bit like a petulant child now, but Taemin recognized it as his sleepy voice. He took advantage of it and kissed Minho's shin again, bony fingers massaging his calf.
Minho was like putty under Taemin's knowing hands, almost unconscious with just simple caresses. But Taemin's mouth and brain just had to use a direct connection and ruin everything the magnae worked for.
"You're very out of it love, it could be dangerous.”
Minho tensed at once, suddenly awake and on his feet. Gone was the low, deep voice. He was just livid now.
"What do you mean!? What are you implying!? That I couldn't take care of him? Hm? Just because I'm a little tired?”
"Minho, please." Taemin tried to keep his voice even, losing it now would be of no use. "You know you're beyond tired. You're exhausted.”
"So what!? I'm tired, not invalid! I can still care for my son!" He began pacing around the room once again, eyes never leaving Taemin's.
"Minho, you're being unreasonable. You fell asleep with your eyes open, please. I'm worried, let's discuss it tomorrow. " Taemin tried to reach for him one more time and was rebuffed. His temper started to flare.
"Stop changing the subject! You made me a fool in front of hyung! You made me look like I'm useless, you humiliated me!
Minho was shaking with what looked like rage, but Taemin's sense told him it was actually emotional strain. He had been there, tired beyond belief, wanting to crawl his eyes out with blunt nails, head throbbing constantly and with management demands piling up on his shoulders. He didn't blame Minho.
"Minho... " Taemin knew the only way out of this was sleep and rest, even if for a little while. So he reached for his fiancée’s arms yet once more. It was always easier to control Minho by touching him, basically caressing him into submission.
But tonight was a exception. The rapper just shrugged Taemin off, taking a few steps back and throwing the bloody t-shirt on the ground violently.
"I'm his father, dammit!”
Taemin wanted to bite his tongue to keep the words inside, but was not fast enough. Apparently his bratty teenager self was still around.
" You could have drowned him! DROWNED HIM! Is that what you want!?" The magnae knew he was screaming as much as Minho now, but he found it really difficult to control himself after he let his temper explode.
He didn't need to do anymore shouting though, because his sentence seemed to have shocked Minho into silence.
Taemin could almost see his eyes clearing, the fogginess of fatigue leaving him for a moment. It was clear as daylight the second Minho realized what he could have done. The rapper lost his tense stance, blinked as if awake for the first time in the last hour.
When he raised both hands to tug at his own hair, Taemin knew it was safe to approach.
The magnae swallowed his own anger, thrumming thorough his veins like a venom. It would do no good now, Minho needed him. So he just cradled him close and let him sob on his shoulder.
Taemin kissed Minho's hair, his ear, his neck. The rapper just kept sobbing and trying to yank the dark strands off. It was completely out of character for Minho to be that desperate, but Taemin's heart hurt to know that it eventually happened with all of them.
"You're so tired, it's not fair. Not fair." Taemin mumbled to himself, swinging them from side to side. "Not fair you work so hard just because two of us are in a slightly more delicate condition, right?" He turned Minho's face so he could kiss him right on the lips.
Minho made a noise of agreement against his lips and kissed him harder. Taemin was happy to just
part his lips and let him in, let him now he was loved and that was safe to give some of his burden for Taemin to carry. There was no way he could be the perfect idol, lover and father 24/7. The magnae was just happy to work with what they had.
Taemin was so lost in the kiss he missed the sluggish way Minho was now hugging him. He just realized something was wrong when the rapper's weight made him take a step back.
He was quick to cut the kiss.
"Hyung? Minho, are you okay?" It was like watching a machine shutting down, the way Minho suddenly seemed sapped of all his energy before his eyes rolled back into his skull with a sigh.
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There was no time to appreciate the fact that Siwon had his sleeves up and hands wet, obviously to helping Jonghyun bathe the baby. Just as there was no way to keep himself from screaming for help or being frantic while Siwon lifted Minho bridal style as if he was made of paper.
Taemin knew it eventually happened to every idol in Korea, but watching as Minho's body gave up on him for the very first time was not his idea of fun.
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Really... what can I say =/ I'm sorry for this chapter? I was out of ideias and it wrote itself. I promise better content next time? lol
~Thanks to my lovely beta wishiwuzkagome~
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: "Minho, you should really go to sleep." Jonghyun raised an eyebrow at the hand Taemin closed around the rapper's wrist
( Chapter 1 )( Chapter 2 )( Chapter 3 )( Chapter 4 )
( Chapter 5 )( Chapter 6 )( Chapter 7 )( Chapter 8 )( Chapter 9 )( Chapter 10 )
Taemin looked up as a key turned inside the lock of the dorm's door. He knew who to expect, could hear Jonghyun's distinct laugh since the elevator's door opened with a ding. What really made him strain his neck to have a better angle was the accompanying voice, who seemed to be telling a story.
“No really, and then the girls ran away and Teuk-hyung slept with that red lipstick on his face for hours!” Taemin smirked when the door finally edged open enough for him to confirm his suspicions. The other voice was indeed Siwon-hyung, who seemed to be a lot more present in SHINee's life the last few weeks.
Taemin licked his lips and tried to control his leer, looking to his left, where Minho sat with Munhee between his legs. His lover seemed to be watching the show on TV and ignoring the fact that his son had both tiny fists inside his bowl of ramen. Actually, Taemin was one-hundred percent sure Minho was just sleeping with his eyes open.
When Jonghyun and Siwon finally made it into his line of sight, Taemin had already stuffed his mouth with as much ramen he could chew, hoping he could control his exploding laughter that way. He was proud of only choking a bit when he saw both men were a little damp and blue from the cold, but with smiles that could crack their faces in half.
“It's okay Jonghyun-ah, I'll just go to the dorm to warm up.” Siwon waved at them while trying to follow Jonghyun, who had made a beeline for the kitchen.
Taemin waved back with his chopsticks, while Minho didn't even move, eyes glassed over. Munhee shook his small hand from where he was now working the noodles into quite the blonde mane.
“At least let me get you some tea! It's so cold outside, I can't let you freeze.” Jonghyun disappeared into the kitchen, mumbling to himself and shooing Siwon in the vague direction of the living room.
Siwon let out a sigh, but there was a smile on his face when he went to sit beside Taemin on the rug.
“Hey, Taeminnie. Quite a blond kid you have there.” He reached over the magnae to tickle Munhee's belly, getting a giggle out of him. The noodle thrown at his face was just an added bonus.
“Oh! I'm so sorry hyung!” Taemin reached for a napkin on the coffee table, but could not contain his laughing. At least Siwon was apparently amused, making grabbing hands at Munhee and not minding the squeals and food flying in his direction.
“I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you alright~~” Siwon reached over Taemin and grabbed Munhee with both hands, quickly working him into his lap. Then he proceeded to tickle the life out of the poor kid.
“Hyung! Your clothes!” Taemin knew it was too late, there was noodles and sauce everywhere.
“It's okay, kids will be kids.” Siwon smiled down at the baby on his lap, and attacked him once again. Munhee exploded in giggles. “Got you~ got you~”
Taemin saw the moment Jonghyun stopped dead at the kitchen's door. He saw the way Jonghyun watched Siwon playing with Munhee. There was care in his eyes, longing. The fear was much greater though.
Taemin sighed.
Jonghyun shook his head to get rid of the mental images and glued a smile to his face.
“Tea's here.” He left the tray on the coffee table and blushed a bit at the manoeuvre he had to do to be able to sit down on the ground. He refused to think of the pleasant feeling he was filled with when Siwon handed him a cushion and placed a caring hand on his arm.
Minho choose that time to wake up. He blinked owlishly, several times, slowly moving his hand in a searching manner over his lap. He then sat up suddenly. “Munhee!”
Taemin started out of the easy conversation going on over the table, quickly stretching an arm to calm Minho down. "He's here. He's here, calm down.”
Minho looked in their direction, but didn't seem to really see them for a few seconds. His eyes looked hunted, heavy bags under them giving him quite a zombie-ish look. “Oh. Hi hyung.”
Taemin was sure there was a attempt of smile there somewhere, but as it was, it just looked creepy and a little pitiful.
“Hyung, why don't you go to bed? You look a bit tired. " Taemin smiled at him, reaching down to clean his lap of noodles. The faster Minho surrendered to his own body, the more sleep he would get. But the fact was that Minho never surrendered and Taemin was starting to get worried.
"I'm fine." Minho looked down at his lap, pinching the leg of his damp pants away from his skin and looking down at it thoughtfully.
The three men in the room looked at each other and then back at Minho's odd behaviour.
"Hmmm... Minho?" Siwon tried gently.
Nothing. Taemin cleared his throat.
"Baby?" The pet name seemed to do the trick and Minho startled awake again.
"Oh, right. Yeah. Why am I covered in ramen? " He tried to get up, but swayed in place for a second. Taemin was half up to get him by the time he seemed stable enough.
"You okay?" Taemin reached a hand to his thigh anyway, ignoring the filthy look he received.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. " He shook his leg free and went around the table to get Munhee from Siwon's lap.
"Minho, you should really go to sleep." Jonghyun raised an eyebrow at the hand Taemin closed around the rapper's wrist. Siwon just looked slightly uncomfortable at the sudden tension and the fact he was right in the middle of it.
"I have to bathe Munhee first. I always bathe Munhee.” He twisted his hand a bit, trying to get free.
"Really, Minho-hyung. Don't worry, you're tired. I will bathe him, just go to sleep." Taemin tried for his best smile, but Minho was not looking at him.
"Let go, Taemminie. I have to bathe him.”
Taemin's smiled strained. It was really just baring his teeth now.
"Baby, you're tired, I can take care of him." That seemed the wrong way to go, because a very tired Minho was a incoherent Minho. And Minho was beyond tired.
"I can take care of him too! Siwon-hyung, give me my son please." His glassed eyes turned to Siwon, who was just trying very hard to be invisible.
Before Siwon could answer, Taemin got up with a agility no 5 months pregnant person should have. He took a whiny Munhee from Siwon's arms and held him close to his body.
"Go to sleep, you're not well." The magnae was serious now, any pretence of being nice now gone.
"I'm fine. Stop it! I bathe him every night!" Minho didn't seem to care they had guests, he didn't even seem to care about anything outside of his little, exhausted world.
"Not today, you're sleeping on your feet!”
"Taemin!" Minho made to advance on the magnae, but ended up stumbling over Siwon's folded legs. He went down like a rock, so drunk on lack of sleep he didn't even had time to raise both hands to break his fall.
Taemin knew head wounds bled profusely, but it did nothing to placate his shock at seeing the little puddle of red on the floor when Minho raised himself on his knees. He adjusted a now crying Munhee on his right hip and crouched, trying to use one hand to lift Minho's face and check the damage. His hand was roughly batted away.
Minho just trembled for a while, ignoring the blood now seeping through the collar of his sweatshirt and looking down resolutely. There was a commotion around him, people grabbing tissues, a big hand holding it against the rapper's jaw.
Minho rose a shaking hand and took over holding the now soaked tissue over his wound.
"Thank you, hyung. I'm okay." He got up quickly and power-walked to their shared bedroom, slamming the door on his way.
The silence was heavy on the living room for quite some minutes, nobody daring to say anything.
Taemin paced around the room, trying to calm Munhee down with soothing words. Siwon silently sipped at his tea, stealing glances at Jonghyun, who seemed to be doing the same. Sometimes their eyes would meet and they would have a brief conversation just using their eyebrows. It somehow worked.
The silence stretched for a few more minutes, until Munhee had fallen asleep against Taemin's shoulder. Just then the magnae turned around, looking ashamed.
"I'm really sorry you had to see this, hyung. I really am." He reached a hand to secure Munhee so he could bow deeply.
"Oh! No, it's nothing; it's okay." Siwon got up on his knees, several theatrical hand motions trying to make Taemin stop bowing. "I-I mean, it happens, right?
Taemin's smile was a bit strained, but he nodded.
"I guess. Minho is really strung tight; management has been really hard on him, Kibum-hyung and Jinki-hyung. I'm really sorry." He bowed again, for good measure.
"Taeminnie, that was his first nap in what, three days? Don't feel guilty about it, he could have drowned Munhee if you let him take him." Jonghyun used Siwon's shoulder to help himself and then patted Munhee's head. "Go take care of your fiancée, Taeminnie, I'll take care of this little guy.”
Taemin seemed torn between wanting to go and delaying the inevitable fight a little more. He ended up sighing and relenting his baby to Jonghyun.
"His pyjamas are on the crib. And please don't use the chamomile body wash, I think he's allergic.”
He was leaving, but turned suddenly.
"A-and, the aloe-vera shampoo is--"
"Taeminnie." Jonghyun raised an eyebrow. The magnae bit his lip and turned back to walk down the corridor.
The blond nodded to himself. "Hnf. At least I'm still the hyung around here.”
Siwon just smiled dreamily at him and rested his face on his hand. The lead singer blushed a bit.
"W-what? Do I have something on my face? " He raised his fingers to self-consciously dust at his cheeks.
"No, I just don't remember ever seeing you holding Munhee before. Not that comfortably anyway... You look really good with a baby.
Jonghyun cursed his blush to the third circle of hell.
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Taemin leaned against the door before daring to enter the room. He could hear Minho pacing, probably messing around their drawers, looking for something to still the blood flow. Then there came the sound of something falling and a loud curse. The magnae closed his eyes.
Minho was a gentle, gentle person. He was a loving father, and an even better boyfriend. But, if there was something Minho needed to learn, it was losing. He had a trouble showing any weakness at all times, but usually controlled himself quite well. Tired as he was, that was another story.
Taemin creeped inside the dark bedroom, immediately spotting a brooding Minho sitting on his bunk. He was now holding a pink shirt to his jaw, and that meant Key would shriek their ears off when he got home. The magnae chose to ignore this problem for now.
"Hey..." He sat on the end of the bed, trying to find Minho's eyes under all the hair on his face. "Honey, are you alright?
Taemin crawled a little closer, but didn't dare touch him. Minho turned his face away.
The magnae sighed and sat indian-style, resting his jaw on his palm. It was very difficult to convince Minho of anything when he was in one of his moods.
"Minho-hyung, you're very tired, please go to sleep. There's still some hours until you have to get up." Taemin kept his voice soothing, but could see the tension working its way up the rapper's shoulders and making his posture even stiffer.
"Why did you do that?" Minho's voice was low, just a whisper in the darkness.
"What?" The magnae was caught off guard, didn't expect Minho to change the subject.
"Why did you embarrassed me in front of our hyung?
Taemin frowned, reaching out to touch Minho's calf, the closest part of him.
"You know I had no intentions of doing that. I'm just very worried about you. No one works well after three whole days awake." He risked a kiss between the jeans and white sock and rested his head on a clothed knee. Minho relaxed slightly. Things were going well.
"But why didn't you just let me take Munhee? I'm his father and I always bathe him, I like bathing him." Minho sounded just a bit like a petulant child now, but Taemin recognized it as his sleepy voice. He took advantage of it and kissed Minho's shin again, bony fingers massaging his calf.
Minho was like putty under Taemin's knowing hands, almost unconscious with just simple caresses. But Taemin's mouth and brain just had to use a direct connection and ruin everything the magnae worked for.
"You're very out of it love, it could be dangerous.”
Minho tensed at once, suddenly awake and on his feet. Gone was the low, deep voice. He was just livid now.
"What do you mean!? What are you implying!? That I couldn't take care of him? Hm? Just because I'm a little tired?”
"Minho, please." Taemin tried to keep his voice even, losing it now would be of no use. "You know you're beyond tired. You're exhausted.”
"So what!? I'm tired, not invalid! I can still care for my son!" He began pacing around the room once again, eyes never leaving Taemin's.
"Minho, you're being unreasonable. You fell asleep with your eyes open, please. I'm worried, let's discuss it tomorrow. " Taemin tried to reach for him one more time and was rebuffed. His temper started to flare.
"Stop changing the subject! You made me a fool in front of hyung! You made me look like I'm useless, you humiliated me!
Minho was shaking with what looked like rage, but Taemin's sense told him it was actually emotional strain. He had been there, tired beyond belief, wanting to crawl his eyes out with blunt nails, head throbbing constantly and with management demands piling up on his shoulders. He didn't blame Minho.
"Minho... " Taemin knew the only way out of this was sleep and rest, even if for a little while. So he reached for his fiancée’s arms yet once more. It was always easier to control Minho by touching him, basically caressing him into submission.
But tonight was a exception. The rapper just shrugged Taemin off, taking a few steps back and throwing the bloody t-shirt on the ground violently.
"I'm his father, dammit!”
Taemin wanted to bite his tongue to keep the words inside, but was not fast enough. Apparently his bratty teenager self was still around.
" You could have drowned him! DROWNED HIM! Is that what you want!?" The magnae knew he was screaming as much as Minho now, but he found it really difficult to control himself after he let his temper explode.
He didn't need to do anymore shouting though, because his sentence seemed to have shocked Minho into silence.
Taemin could almost see his eyes clearing, the fogginess of fatigue leaving him for a moment. It was clear as daylight the second Minho realized what he could have done. The rapper lost his tense stance, blinked as if awake for the first time in the last hour.
When he raised both hands to tug at his own hair, Taemin knew it was safe to approach.
The magnae swallowed his own anger, thrumming thorough his veins like a venom. It would do no good now, Minho needed him. So he just cradled him close and let him sob on his shoulder.
Taemin kissed Minho's hair, his ear, his neck. The rapper just kept sobbing and trying to yank the dark strands off. It was completely out of character for Minho to be that desperate, but Taemin's heart hurt to know that it eventually happened with all of them.
"You're so tired, it's not fair. Not fair." Taemin mumbled to himself, swinging them from side to side. "Not fair you work so hard just because two of us are in a slightly more delicate condition, right?" He turned Minho's face so he could kiss him right on the lips.
Minho made a noise of agreement against his lips and kissed him harder. Taemin was happy to just
part his lips and let him in, let him now he was loved and that was safe to give some of his burden for Taemin to carry. There was no way he could be the perfect idol, lover and father 24/7. The magnae was just happy to work with what they had.
Taemin was so lost in the kiss he missed the sluggish way Minho was now hugging him. He just realized something was wrong when the rapper's weight made him take a step back.
He was quick to cut the kiss.
"Hyung? Minho, are you okay?" It was like watching a machine shutting down, the way Minho suddenly seemed sapped of all his energy before his eyes rolled back into his skull with a sigh.
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There was no time to appreciate the fact that Siwon had his sleeves up and hands wet, obviously to helping Jonghyun bathe the baby. Just as there was no way to keep himself from screaming for help or being frantic while Siwon lifted Minho bridal style as if he was made of paper.
Taemin knew it eventually happened to every idol in Korea, but watching as Minho's body gave up on him for the very first time was not his idea of fun.
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Really... what can I say =/ I'm sorry for this chapter? I was out of ideias and it wrote itself. I promise better content next time? lol
~Thanks to my lovely beta wishiwuzkagome~