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Jonghyun grinned widely, taking off the lid, “You, Onew, are a man after my own heart. I’d totally go...
In which Jinki is an undercover spy, Jonghyun and Taemin are part of his support team and Minho is a white-collar criminal with Kibum as his ex.
And it is the last life that truly matters; the last life in which everything hangs upon.
In which Jonghyun and Jinki are highschool students and in love.
“Hey, hyung, left you a note.” Kibum took off the yellow memo stuck to the monitor, “Get the hint. What the hell does that mean?”
Taemin is (very) desirable, and lemons have taken over SHINee's dorms.
Jinki curiously held up the pink memo stuck to the top of the monitor. "Take a hint, hyung," it read, complete with a smiley face at the end.
[Exo gets teleported into MVs and dramas.] Minseok faints, Kyungsoo needs Tylenol and Joonmyun feels exploited. Chaos ensues.
In which Jinki and Minho are (really!) only good friends but people suspect more.
Their eyes meet immediately, for there is nothing else more outstanding than the boy in the room. Deep green covers his body, snaking vines and lush moss, dotted with pale, star-like buds. They are alive, yet they grow around him. The boy gives off a faint, ethereal glow and the teen stares at him, an evident expression of shock on his face.
Autocorrect mania-- A slip of the thumbs, an overzealous technology and down the hill of hilarity we roll!
Jonghyun has read somewhere that doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results is madness. [A fic set during the period where Jonghyun was injured and could not take part in WSS activities]
“Jinki spoilt the GPS!” Taemin shouted loudly.
Short drabbles on things that Minho finds perfect in his relationship with Jinki.
The room is silent. Deadly silent. Except for the sound of the furious tapping of keys on keyboard. Minho nearly doesn’t dare to breathe, for fear of breaking the quiet.
“Don’t look back, but I see a person at the door,” Jonghyun’s voice came through the earpiece warningly. He paused for a moment and continued, “It’s Choi.”
“I am a professional, Jonghyun. I consort with the enemy, but I don’t fall in love with them. This is just a way for getting into their trusted circles faster.”
But it is all kinds of counterproductive, because you are crying, crying hard now. Except that it’s a different sort of tears.
"What are you doing?" Jonghyun had always been a straight-shooter.
Jonghyun has nothing to lose. [Prequel to Careening Down the Streets of Madness]
“Wow, hyung, you sound like a high-class hooker. Or a gold-digger.”
Written in 2nd POV. A Jongyu drabble.
The third time you see him is when you are wandering down the halls of an unfamiliar building. [Written in 2nd POV, band AU]
And maybe Jinki feels the same way too, Joon hopes. And smiles.
.
The man leans forward and embraces Taemin, "I am Jinki and to me, you are love."