Jinki really wants to take Kibum fishing but Kibum has indifferent feelings about it. 

Minho thinks Jinki likes him. He thinks. 

every-paring (2min fixated) shinee love stories. 

Nightime drabble featuring Taemin and Minho. It's soft and simple. 

Taemin doesn't know how to confess.

Minho is a florist that's obsessed with the stars and Jonghyun is a realist who works as an auto mechanic across the street. He pushes his beliefs and knowledge aside to keep Minho smiling. 

After being adopted by a family in the United States, Jonghyun grows up living with an abusive father after his parents divorce. A high school assignment allows him to meet Minho, a boy from South Korea with more money than stars in the sky. With Minho's unrequested help, Jonghyun is able to escape the angsty ghetto of Seattle, Washington.

Taemin's perspective on life could either make or break him.

Remembering Minho

Taemin tries to get Minho to give up the eyeliner he loves so much.

"What are you painting?" Taemin asked, swinging his legs back and forth from where he sat on the table. "Minho?" "You." Minho spoke, dipping his brush into water. "I'm painting you." "Why me?" "Because I only paint beautiful things."

Minho and Taemin plan to go to sleep but get a surprise visit from someone who's supposed to be sleeping too...

In which single father Minho meets domestic violence victim Taemin.

After a fire, Jinki never expects to come back to Earth. He's always viewed as you die, then that's it. But it goes beyond that. When his fate is met with a young boy's life. Jinki watches him grow from toddler age into adult hood. One question is stuck in his mind. What happens when Minho turns eighteen... Will he still remember me?

Jonghyun and Minho's anniversary.

The cabin had a warm, toasty feeling. Though it was new to them, it still felt like home. Logs were in the fireplace. Roasting where they were placed, Kibum sat in front of the blaze watching as each little ember flew up the chimney and fell back down to the logs, only to be wasted away by the infuriating fire. Something about it was hypnotizing. It pulled him in. Slowly it began to burn his eyes, yet the light was so inviting he had to continue watching it