So, truthfully, I really don't like writing. The process of writing can be so unreliable - sometimes the words come easily and sometimes they just don't. BUT I love reading what I've written. I like that sense of accomplishment. The fact that, even if I think it is crap, I have completed something. I have something to show for my time.

Which  is WHY it is so hard to not post up what I have already written for my new story. I've discovered I really like writing long-ish one-shots, but the fact that they are one-shots means that I can't post until they are finished T_T.

SO! For you, my first-blog-entry readers (if you are out there) you get a sneak preview of my new fic! It's Taekey, and it was inspired by a short comment-reply-conversation I had with AlmightyAsKey. I had never really considered Taekey as a pairing before, and while writing it I was overcome by this feeling of the story being like a fragile creature I have to take care of and nurture in order for it to truly do justice to the pairing. I'm mad, aren't I? I'm a crazy, addicted noona Shawol (Shawollaby, for us Australian fans). Maybe a boyfriend will cure me?... probably not.

Anyway, enjoy my currently title-less Taekey fic! If you have suggestions for the title, leave a comment!

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"Didn't you know? You're TaeMAN now... at least according to some fans".

 

Taemin paused, his drink half-way to his lips, and smiled incredulously at the director.

 

"Seriously? That is just so... so..."

 

"Creative?" Key said, helpfully.

 

"ING FANTASTIC is what it is!" Taemin downed the shotglass of soju he was holding in one gulp, hissing at its sharp flavour.

 

"Taemin, language!" Key was mortified at the maknae's outburst. It was one thing for Taemin to behave more independently in the dorm around his fellow members (Key didn't really mind him watching movies like Fight Club and Trainspotting, and because Jonghyun swore like a trooper in the dorm, it made all the other members look demure by comparison), but Key had never heard him swear in front of an adult before. He turned to the older man and bowed his head.

 

"Director Lee, I am so sorry for our maknae's outburst. He WILL reflect on his behaviour, so please don't think badly of SHINee." As a sign of respect, he held up the bottle of soju with both hands and poured the director another drink. As he put the bottle down on the table again Key shot Taemin a withering, toe-curling, banana-milk-curdling glare. Apologise he mouthed to the maknae. Taemin sleepishly turned to the director.

 

"Director-nim, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's just..." He straightened his back and rested his hands on his knees, trying to appear mature while carefully considering his next words. "... I am just pleasantly surprised that at least some fans don't think of me as a child anymore." Taemin bowed his head. "Please don't think badly of SHINee".

 

The director smild wryly, and in response, raised his glass to salute Taemin. He had worked in the industry a long time and had seen his fair share of juvenile, giggly, uncommitted idol groups. SHINee, however, was not one of them, and he considered the boys to be one of the most professional acts in the business.

 

It was the end of a long working day. SM Entertainment had decided to press on with promotions for the release of Why So Serious without the injured Jonghyun, so today the four remaining members had been doing a photo shoot for High Cut magazine. The shoot had finished at the very reasonable time of 9pm, so many of the employees had (uncharacteristically) opted to go straight home in the hope that they might get to spend some time with their partners and family. Minho and Onew had appointments the next day, so they'd left too. Taemin, Key and Director Lee were the only ones remaining in the studio and, under the auspices of celebrating Director Lee's new job in Sydney, they had raided the caterer's fridge for alcohol and food.

 

Director Lee drained his glass and turned to Taemin. "Truthfully, being in this industry so long I think I've stepped over many more boundaries than either of you have in your whole lives."

 

"Really? Director-nim, tell us!" Taemin's voice was squeaky, and he'd become light-headed from the soju. "What have you seen happen after photo shoots? Does everyone get drunk, and dance, and jump on the furniture?"

 

Despite still being slightly annoyed at the maknae, Key couldn't help but stiffle a laugh at Taemin's choice of words.

 

"Jump on the furniture" He mimicked. "What are you five? Oh wait... that's right, you're fifteen!" Key laughed at his own joke and slapped Taemin on the thigh. Taemin didn't miss a beat. He put his hand over Key's. "I am much older than fifteen, Key....hyung" he said seductively, dropping his chin and looking up at the older boy. "I thought you would have noticed by now". Key stared at Taemin, simultaneously surprised and entraced by the maknae's glittering eyes that showed no sign of sarcasm. He'd seen that look before. It was the look Minho gave Jonghyun after he'd had a day filming with Sulli. It was the look Onew gave chicken. But surely Taemin wasn't giving him that look. It couldn't be the same...

 

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Kyaaaaaaaaa! So, yeah, this fic has a little more humour in it than my previous two. This is page one of two pages I've written.

What to say except... yes, there will be .