These are one-shots with YunHo and Changmin.  First chapter will be YunHo's and second is Changmin's. I hope everyone has a nice Christmas!

If you don't like sad one-shots, please don't read this. Otherwise: it features SHINee's Lee Taemin and one girl. 

They have two lives: the showbiz life of an idol during the day, the normal life at night.  No-one is allowed to know their real personality, their real-selves, their secrets, only between themselves.  They shine during the day, their light is kept hidden at night.  However, only one is allowed to see everything.  Only one girl is allowed to see the real SHINee.

My friend, who lives in London, texted me this morning.  She was telling me her weird encounter with someone famous.  I didn't believe her but when she sent me a photo which her friend took, and described who she saw, I wanted to share this with you.  I'm going to add some bits and bobs to make the story interesting.  It is up to you to decide which parts are real and which parts are made-up

"Yes; your dad is a nobody but he worships me since high school, and for once, I am the superior one in our relationship, I have control, and I have what I want: security and a family.  I did not marry for love, Jae Hee, but I need to tell you that not every marriage is married for love.  You claim to love Jonghyun-ssi: 'true love', you say, but every 'true love' has its limitations because nothing is perfect, nothi

I am under his spell, totally.  The way his body sways along with the music, the sound of his voice is soothing and warm in the room where there are only the two of us.  I feel myself floating above the clouds, I'm with the angels and his voice carries me like wings, keeping me afloat.  He sings, not like an "A.N.JELL", but as himself where a bit of his soul is given to make the music alive and beautiful.  The scent

Mrs Bernard was observing the young man and her grand-daughter together from afar in the kitchen, and she didn't like what she saw.  It wasn't because the man was ruffling Charlotte's hair or that he touched her chin, but it was the fact that there was something in his eyes, in his aura, that she didn't like.  He was becoming too close to her grand-daughter; Mrs Bernard knew the man wasn't any danger, like a paedoph

"Yes, sir.  How may I help?"  The barmaid attends to the two people. "A  drink, please?" The thick eyebrows, the single eye-lids, the tarnished brown hair, the white skin, the way they dress.  Everything about those two people is familiar; especially the blond's smile, it's so achingly familiar and yet, Alex cannot pin-point why. And then: "Hey, has anybody seen my keys?" Everything clicks.