shinee fics; member-centered
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[oneshot] Boundary between a genius and an idiot is almost unseen; Onew centric; 1234 wc (wow i surprised); angst.
warning: mention of dark dark theme; unbetaed. messy writing as usual.
summary : for once, Onew feels like maybe, maybe he is a good leader indeed.
Boundary between genius and idiot is almost unseen. So does being realistic and insane.
3 years. 3 years and 6 months. Onew is counting and counting every night. it’s been a long time, really.
Every sleepless night, struggling between too much working out and dance practices, interviews, recording until his voice hoarse and breaking, remains dancing about 20 times right at the same scene just to make an mv. No time to playing and fooling around, no time to pick up the girl (friend) s, mortifying himself in those nonsensical outfits and weird hairstyle (he snorts on the memories of Key’s half bald head. Luckily they can made it up to him later. After 3 days of nonstop shopping and thousands dollar spent).
But it’s all worth it.
he has been not being able to see his family even when it’s Christmas, shouldering responsibility that forced him to be the mature, the wise, the smart, pure and the always-smiling-leader. He doesn't complain too much, though.
He sighs as his eyes go along siluets of his bandmates’s body, so godamn slim like everybody else in kpop industry. The night is cold, so freezing cold. Jonghyun makes a nasal voice at his sleep and Taemin kicks his comforter, tossing his pillow aside. Minho is sleeping like a death and Key is gritting his teeth. Onew melts to the peaceful sight surrounding him.
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He likes them, very much.
He not to knows beans about what will happen to them the next day, the day after tomorrow, 2 days later, 2 years later? Maybe everything’s going to be alright. He could to this, he rewarded him self as a greatest pretender at being happy, after all.
Onew lifts up his back from the mattress, sneaking out to the bathroom before locks him self in there for the next hour. He has to make sure he’s back under his blanket before Key wakes up to make breakfast.
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Manager-shii is furious.
The breathless leader of shinee has brought his band member for their interview, late for exactly 32 minutes. Not to mention the program is live. Taemin behind him, pale, Minho’s arm slowly sneaking out touching the slim waist of his from the back. Key has been biting his lips so hard Onew wonders the boy doesn’t get a hole at those beautiful lips. His finger clutching Jonghyun’s so tightly until his knuckles white.
Onew tells him self maybe he shouldn’t switch off all of their digital clocks last night. but he had to, the ticking sound of them driving him almost crazy.
Almost.
So what? It’s not their (his) fault, really. he nods easily at their manager’s direction and makes his step to Lee Soo Man-sshi’s office calmly.
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People just can’t stop being annoying, aren’t they? Onew arrives to the conclusion 23 hours after the incident at Lee Soo Man’s office. He pauses at the doorway after finishing his daily midnight shoots, turns over in mind for the next 5 minutes before he decides to leave. He puts the medicine of Jonghyun’s wound onto the ceramics in front of the door before he leaves. Black leather jacket wavering as he disappears in the chill night of Seoul.
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Key wakes up the very next day with throbbing heart. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but something is not in the right place, he just feels it coming and honestly, he doesn’t like it. because his feeling is rarely wrong. He climbs at Jonghyun’s bed and squeezes him firmly at the arm.
Jonghyun ah, he whispers. Onew hyung didn’t back to home last night.
The lead singer mumbles something incoherent under his morning breath. Key cringes and pinches his butt. Go take a shower, I will wake Minho and Taemin up, he says quietly.
They’re rushing to sm building 30 minutes later. Manager hyung is nowhere to be found so they can’t help but to take a cab.
“i have an appointment at lee so man shii’s office, don’t worry about me! ^^ keke~”
Minho flips his phone shut after read the message from his oldest hyung for the 5th time that morning.
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Onew sits on the soft big chair behind Lee Soo Man-shii’s desk. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, this is so comfortable he almost falls asleep on it.
“lee so man-shii” Onew calls, a pair of black, almost grey eyes staring back to him.
“do you mind give us a day off? Maybe two.. or three? And give some to super junior hyungdeul as well? Leeteuk hyung almost passed out every moment I see him you know”
There’s no answer. He frowns and lets out a disappointed sigh, that was so rude you know. And for years he used to think Lee Soo Man is a gentleman? Tsk. But he continues.
“oh oh-and give us a vacation too! I mean the real vacation, no camera and ridiculous outfit. The jeans we usually wear are too tight, it almost burns our tight” he smiles wider on the possibility of having so much fun. His coordi noona remains quiet. Finally for once she listens to him. It’s so frustrating when people don’t listen to you. They had to sits on the salon’s cold chair upon hours of listening their own opinion, but the stylist didn’t care. So does their manager. They never care.
“ehh, hyuuung~” he whines to manager hyung, almost pouts. The brown haired boy gets up from the chair and walks across the room. His shoes step on the pool of liquid flooding the suppose to be shiny marble floor. Crap, Key would be mad. His dongsaeng doesn’t like when he messing up something, Lee Soo Man shi’s room is no exception. So he puts tissues from the big desk and starts wiping the warm liquid delicately. The door clicks open and he pauses, looking up and meeting his band mate’s gaze.
“ah, you come!” he beams. Almost jumps in excitement.
Silence.
“hyu-hyung“ Key croaks. The color of his face disappears so quick, wait. Is he sick?
“are you okay kibum ah?” Onew gives him a worried look, then he noticing other dongsaengs stand behind the umma of the band, eyes so wide, face so pale. expression all shocked and stunned. Too shock they can’t even move their feet.
“guys?” Onew is confused. “hey look at this!” he tries. “now we don’t need to worry about our crazy schedule! And noona promised won’t force us to wear any of the ridiculous clothes. Isn’t she nice?” Onew laughs nervously, eyes shining almost childishly like the way he always do.
“what-what did you do.. hyung?” Jonghyun’s voice is hoarse, his body gives up, knees hit the ground.
Onew blinks. The silence of the room is torturing.
“ah.. I love you guys, I love you. very very much” he says after the realization hits him. Beside of his strange reactions, His band mates are here with him after everything happened. Always beside him, supportive, sharing secrets between them, warm and feels like family. For once, he feels that maybe, maybe he is a good leader. his smile goes wider if it’s possible. Eyes disappear into a crescent moon.
Minho’s wide eyes noticing a yellow handle knife with crucial antique woodcut that always hangs on the wall, one of lee so man’s collection, is now all red of almost dried blood in Onew’s grip. He lets out a breathy shaking moan.
Onew pouts.
“ah sorry about that! We will clean this up together right?”
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tell me what you think, so...comments? ;A;
just don't kill me <3
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[drabble] AND I WAZ LIKE BABYYY BABYYY BABY OOOOOH; Taemin centric; 522 WC; CRACK/humor.
summary : Taemin can't stop singing Bieber's song
warning : unbetaed.
It’s a peaceful morning at shinee household.
It’s a really really peaceful morning. Nothing sets on fire, no earthquake, no Godzilla destroying Seoul with its giant feet.
Minho has been continuing the 3rd episode of his dream (which involves their new cordi noona, guitar, and a candle light dinner at Han River) when something loud caught by his ears and his eyes open immediately.
“AND I WAZ LIKE BABYYY BABYYY BABY OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, LAYK BABY BABY BABY NUUUUUUUUUUUUH”
Someone’s knocking his head at the headboard, probably Jonghyun. Whereas a human cuddles in the big cocoon beside him doesn’t even move at all.
“LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOOOOOH, I THOUGHT YOU’S ALWAYZ BI MAIIIIIN, MAIIIIIIIN”
“lee Taemin, shut up!” key yells from the kitchen.
“uuh-what happen?” Jonghyun rubs his eyes groggily, leaning on the doorframe.
“Hi dude. Wazzup dude.” Taemin beams at him happily. Jongyun’s jaw drops.
“AR WE AN ITEEM, GURL QUIT PLAYIIIIIN~”
“..What’s going on? Is he poisoned or something?” their manager asks, eyeing the youngest in a wonder. They are in the rest room of one of Japanese’s TV station, waiting for their turn to the interview, ready to dazzle the fangirls and fanboys. Taemin’s refusing all the coordi noona’s suggestion, tossing aside colorful clothes and insists he wants to wear purple shiny jacket and hat, plus put his hair onto the right side of his head. Jonghyun is laughing at something one of coordi noona said. Onew falls asleep at Minho’s lap, when the rapper has his headphone on and sitting rather peacefully at the couch, muttering something under his breath.
Key is stressed.
“SHE KNOW SHE GOT MEH DAZINN, CAUSE SHE WAZ SOOH AMAAAAZIIIIIIING~~”
“tae- Taemin ah, would you stop murdering my ears?” Jonghyun pleads, the maknae pouts at his hyung’s puppy eyes.
“I AM SINGING HYUNG. SINGING!”
2 minutes later, they ready to up on the stage. Key the hero, was shooing away the entire stylist and dragged the pouting sulking Taemin at the closet, forcefully removing all the shiny purple attributes.
They do their performance with their usual clothes, Onew gives the maknae worried expression and Taemin whispers to Onew that his underwear is purple so it’s okay.
The world is peaceful once again.
“So” key snorted, looks far from amused. “You did all of those stupid things because a fangirl wrote at our fan café that Taemin oppa is so handsome and his hairstyle looks like JB and how he would look so goooooooood and sexyyyyy on purple?”
“hah” Minho breathes.
“You’re handsome at sexy your own way” Onew blinks, somehow manages to say the words as innocent as ever.
“AWWWWWWWWWWWW HYUUUUUUUNG I LOB YOU TOOO!” Taemin throws himself on Onew’s embrace.
“Stop being loud” Jonghyun kicks the maknae’s butt from the couch he had been sitting on.
“I am” key facepalms. “Surrounded by morons”
Two days later, someone uploads a video on YouTube saying about the similarity between SHINee’s Lee Taemin and Super Junior Lee Hyukjae. Then Taemin refuses to take a bath, cries when someone steals his food, and adopts snails as a pet.
“BLOW YOUR MIIIIIIIIIIIIND~~~~ KARA MISTER SIMPLE! BLOW YOUR MIIIIIND!”
/DIES AT THE CORNER D''''': WHY DID I WRITE THIS OTL.
[oneshot] Boundary between a genius and an idiot is almost unseen; Onew centric; 1234 wc (wow i surprised); angst.
warning: mention of dark dark theme; unbetaed. messy writing as usual.
summary : for once, Onew feels like maybe, maybe he is a good leader indeed.
Boundary between genius and idiot is almost unseen. So does being realistic and insane.
3 years. 3 years and 6 months. Onew is counting and counting every night. it’s been a long time, really.
Every sleepless night, struggling between too much working out and dance practices, interviews, recording until his voice hoarse and breaking, remains dancing about 20 times right at the same scene just to make an mv. No time to playing and fooling around, no time to pick up the girl (friend) s, mortifying himself in those nonsensical outfits and weird hairstyle (he snorts on the memories of Key’s half bald head. Luckily they can made it up to him later. After 3 days of nonstop shopping and thousands dollar spent).
But it’s all worth it.
he has been not being able to see his family even when it’s Christmas, shouldering responsibility that forced him to be the mature, the wise, the smart, pure and the always-smiling-leader. He doesn't complain too much, though.
He sighs as his eyes go along siluets of his bandmates’s body, so godamn slim like everybody else in kpop industry. The night is cold, so freezing cold. Jonghyun makes a nasal voice at his sleep and Taemin kicks his comforter, tossing his pillow aside. Minho is sleeping like a death and Key is gritting his teeth. Onew melts to the peaceful sight surrounding him.
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He likes them, very much.
He not to knows beans about what will happen to them the next day, the day after tomorrow, 2 days later, 2 years later? Maybe everything’s going to be alright. He could to this, he rewarded him self as a greatest pretender at being happy, after all.
Onew lifts up his back from the mattress, sneaking out to the bathroom before locks him self in there for the next hour. He has to make sure he’s back under his blanket before Key wakes up to make breakfast.
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Manager-shii is furious.
The breathless leader of shinee has brought his band member for their interview, late for exactly 32 minutes. Not to mention the program is live. Taemin behind him, pale, Minho’s arm slowly sneaking out touching the slim waist of his from the back. Key has been biting his lips so hard Onew wonders the boy doesn’t get a hole at those beautiful lips. His finger clutching Jonghyun’s so tightly until his knuckles white.
Onew tells him self maybe he shouldn’t switch off all of their digital clocks last night. but he had to, the ticking sound of them driving him almost crazy.
Almost.
So what? It’s not their (his) fault, really. he nods easily at their manager’s direction and makes his step to Lee Soo Man-sshi’s office calmly.
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People just can’t stop being annoying, aren’t they? Onew arrives to the conclusion 23 hours after the incident at Lee Soo Man’s office. He pauses at the doorway after finishing his daily midnight shoots, turns over in mind for the next 5 minutes before he decides to leave. He puts the medicine of Jonghyun’s wound onto the ceramics in front of the door before he leaves. Black leather jacket wavering as he disappears in the chill night of Seoul.
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Key wakes up the very next day with throbbing heart. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but something is not in the right place, he just feels it coming and honestly, he doesn’t like it. because his feeling is rarely wrong. He climbs at Jonghyun’s bed and squeezes him firmly at the arm.
Jonghyun ah, he whispers. Onew hyung didn’t back to home last night.
The lead singer mumbles something incoherent under his morning breath. Key cringes and pinches his butt. Go take a shower, I will wake Minho and Taemin up, he says quietly.
They’re rushing to sm building 30 minutes later. Manager hyung is nowhere to be found so they can’t help but to take a cab.
“i have an appointment at lee so man shii’s office, don’t worry about me! ^^ keke~”
Minho flips his phone shut after read the message from his oldest hyung for the 5th time that morning.
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Onew sits on the soft big chair behind Lee Soo Man-shii’s desk. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, this is so comfortable he almost falls asleep on it.
“lee so man-shii” Onew calls, a pair of black, almost grey eyes staring back to him.
“do you mind give us a day off? Maybe two.. or three? And give some to super junior hyungdeul as well? Leeteuk hyung almost passed out every moment I see him you know”
There’s no answer. He frowns and lets out a disappointed sigh, that was so rude you know. And for years he used to think Lee Soo Man is a gentleman? Tsk. But he continues.
“oh oh-and give us a vacation too! I mean the real vacation, no camera and ridiculous outfit. The jeans we usually wear are too tight, it almost burns our tight” he smiles wider on the possibility of having so much fun. His coordi noona remains quiet. Finally for once she listens to him. It’s so frustrating when people don’t listen to you. They had to sits on the salon’s cold chair upon hours of listening their own opinion, but the stylist didn’t care. So does their manager. They never care.
“ehh, hyuuung~” he whines to manager hyung, almost pouts. The brown haired boy gets up from the chair and walks across the room. His shoes step on the pool of liquid flooding the suppose to be shiny marble floor. Crap, Key would be mad. His dongsaeng doesn’t like when he messing up something, Lee Soo Man shi’s room is no exception. So he puts tissues from the big desk and starts wiping the warm liquid delicately. The door clicks open and he pauses, looking up and meeting his band mate’s gaze.
“ah, you come!” he beams. Almost jumps in excitement.
Silence.
“hyu-hyung“ Key croaks. The color of his face disappears so quick, wait. Is he sick?
“are you okay kibum ah?” Onew gives him a worried look, then he noticing other dongsaengs stand behind the umma of the band, eyes so wide, face so pale. expression all shocked and stunned. Too shock they can’t even move their feet.
“guys?” Onew is confused. “hey look at this!” he tries. “now we don’t need to worry about our crazy schedule! And noona promised won’t force us to wear any of the ridiculous clothes. Isn’t she nice?” Onew laughs nervously, eyes shining almost childishly like the way he always do.
“what-what did you do.. hyung?” Jonghyun’s voice is hoarse, his body gives up, knees hit the ground.
Onew blinks. The silence of the room is torturing.
“ah.. I love you guys, I love you. very very much” he says after the realization hits him. Beside of his strange reactions, His band mates are here with him after everything happened. Always beside him, supportive, sharing secrets between them, warm and feels like family. For once, he feels that maybe, maybe he is a good leader. his smile goes wider if it’s possible. Eyes disappear into a crescent moon.
Minho’s wide eyes noticing a yellow handle knife with crucial antique woodcut that always hangs on the wall, one of lee so man’s collection, is now all red of almost dried blood in Onew’s grip. He lets out a breathy shaking moan.
Onew pouts.
“ah sorry about that! We will clean this up together right?”
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tell me what you think, so...comments? ;A;
just don't kill me <3
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[drabble] AND I WAZ LIKE BABYYY BABYYY BABY OOOOOH; Taemin centric; 522 WC; CRACK/humor.
summary : Taemin can't stop singing Bieber's song
warning : unbetaed.
It’s a peaceful morning at shinee household.
It’s a really really peaceful morning. Nothing sets on fire, no earthquake, no Godzilla destroying Seoul with its giant feet.
Minho has been continuing the 3rd episode of his dream (which involves their new cordi noona, guitar, and a candle light dinner at Han River) when something loud caught by his ears and his eyes open immediately.
“AND I WAZ LIKE BABYYY BABYYY BABY OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, LAYK BABY BABY BABY NUUUUUUUUUUUUH”
Someone’s knocking his head at the headboard, probably Jonghyun. Whereas a human cuddles in the big cocoon beside him doesn’t even move at all.
“LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOOOOOH, I THOUGHT YOU’S ALWAYZ BI MAIIIIIN, MAIIIIIIIN”
“lee Taemin, shut up!” key yells from the kitchen.
“uuh-what happen?” Jonghyun rubs his eyes groggily, leaning on the doorframe.
“Hi dude. Wazzup dude.” Taemin beams at him happily. Jongyun’s jaw drops.
“AR WE AN ITEEM, GURL QUIT PLAYIIIIIN~”
“..What’s going on? Is he poisoned or something?” their manager asks, eyeing the youngest in a wonder. They are in the rest room of one of Japanese’s TV station, waiting for their turn to the interview, ready to dazzle the fangirls and fanboys. Taemin’s refusing all the coordi noona’s suggestion, tossing aside colorful clothes and insists he wants to wear purple shiny jacket and hat, plus put his hair onto the right side of his head. Jonghyun is laughing at something one of coordi noona said. Onew falls asleep at Minho’s lap, when the rapper has his headphone on and sitting rather peacefully at the couch, muttering something under his breath.
Key is stressed.
“SHE KNOW SHE GOT MEH DAZINN, CAUSE SHE WAZ SOOH AMAAAAZIIIIIIING~~”
“tae- Taemin ah, would you stop murdering my ears?” Jonghyun pleads, the maknae pouts at his hyung’s puppy eyes.
“I AM SINGING HYUNG. SINGING!”
2 minutes later, they ready to up on the stage. Key the hero, was shooing away the entire stylist and dragged the pouting sulking Taemin at the closet, forcefully removing all the shiny purple attributes.
They do their performance with their usual clothes, Onew gives the maknae worried expression and Taemin whispers to Onew that his underwear is purple so it’s okay.
The world is peaceful once again.
“So” key snorted, looks far from amused. “You did all of those stupid things because a fangirl wrote at our fan café that Taemin oppa is so handsome and his hairstyle looks like JB and how he would look so goooooooood and sexyyyyy on purple?”
“hah” Minho breathes.
“You’re handsome at sexy your own way” Onew blinks, somehow manages to say the words as innocent as ever.
“AWWWWWWWWWWWW HYUUUUUUUNG I LOB YOU TOOO!” Taemin throws himself on Onew’s embrace.
“Stop being loud” Jonghyun kicks the maknae’s butt from the couch he had been sitting on.
“I am” key facepalms. “Surrounded by morons”
Two days later, someone uploads a video on YouTube saying about the similarity between SHINee’s Lee Taemin and Super Junior Lee Hyukjae. Then Taemin refuses to take a bath, cries when someone steals his food, and adopts snails as a pet.
“BLOW YOUR MIIIIIIIIIIIIND~~~~ KARA MISTER SIMPLE! BLOW YOUR MIIIIIND!”
/DIES AT THE CORNER D''''': WHY DID I WRITE THIS OTL.