*******capitals=SHINee songs

*************Jojo is actually half Korean half Japanese so she tends to converse in Korean and Japanese frequently…

 

SHINee Bias’s POV

 

I tried to walk with Richardo on my back, his legs were being dragged on the floor. Once the firemen had opened the door, I had thanked them and dragged the unconscious Richardo to Jojo’s house. Richarodo's muscles were dead weight on my bony body.

Jojo’s pov

The drunk man flinched and violently shook his body. “Get off me Jojo, or should I call you Jessy Park?”

I gasped, my eyes widened. Who was this guy? I held him firmly down but his power soon knocked my weight off him. He got up, swayed and lunged for the knife, I tried to grab it before him but his body rolled side-ways and hit the curb where he took the knife. He tightened his grip on the knife, I could see how hard his grip was – his knuckles were turning white. He pushed himself off of the ground, rasping and shaking with rage. I dodged him easily the first few times, and then I got distracted as I caught sight of my SHINee bias walking slowly dragging a limp Richardo along, I watched as he placed Richardo against the wall, he began to jog towards me – the worried look on his face made my heart skip a few beats. But he was too late, I had already tripped over the root of the cherry tree and had fallen on a car, the force blew the wind out of my body. My ribs were crushed with the force of the fall and I could feel a stream of blood trickling down my face. The man lunged forward for the fourth time but missed my head by two centimetres, his knife cracked and then smashed the window of the car. My head dropped inside the car, shards of broken glass cut my throat. My body had finally given in to the pain but I could still hear everything around me. The man had began to attack again “ARGHHH” then three things happened at once, one being my bias had stopped the man’s powerful movements, the second was that he hauled the man’s head into the unbroken side window of the car and the third being a sobbing voice from afar screaming out my name: “Jojo-yah!”

After that, I heard loads of sobs, voices and the ambulance’s warning noise. I felt arms gently lifting me, hands caressing me and someone holding my hand as the world quickly moved around me. My eyes were open but were completely still, staring into the distance and I wondered what was going to become of me…

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 SHINee bias’s pov

“Jojo, please wake up baby girl” my voice broke and became thick, my eyes stinged as my emotions got the better of me. “I know you can hear me, I know you were tired, but you’ve been asleep for more than a week. The crew are here – see? They’ve got flowers, chocolate, presents and cards. I won’t let you die on me.. If you don’t wake up soon, I don’t know what I’ll do to myself. I’m going crazy. Life is meaningless without you Jessy-yah, open your eyes. Say something, or do you want me to die?” I buried my head in her clothes. I felt the four SHINee members pat my back, conveying their sympathy with a single touch.

“Who the is making such a racket? I’m not dead yet. I’ve got a headache and I need water. I’m dying from thirst” she said wiping my tears gently. I lifted my head startled then placed my hand on top of her hand (the one that was on my cheek).

I sniffed “of course, anything for you yeppo lady” I said smiling to myself, I was glad that she was finally awake. Another SHINee member passed a jug of water into the cup I was holding, my hands were shaking. I handed her the cup.

A doctor knocked and entered the room, “you’ve broken three ribs, cut your neck and have banged your head against a car – luckily you haven’t fractured or broken your skull. I’ve bandaged your ribs and forehead. All you have to do now is rest and take extra care of yourself, if you promise me you will – I will allow you to go home today. You know I’m a big fan of yours Miss J,” he said crossing his hands over his chest “Every song you write has something ordinary yet unique about it. Each one addictive and appealing to fans. Of course I love your clothing designs as well. You sure are one talented pretty lady, aren’t you?”

“You’re too kind, thank you” she said lowering her gaze to the floor.

“I truly meant every word I said” he said. He pushed his glasses further up his nose, said a few things to the nurse behind him and turned to leave.

After he left, Jojo asked the nurse to bring her clothes and me to tie her hair. I took a deep breath and gently brushed her hair, it had a fruity scent. I split her hair into three sections and began to plait it slowly; I tied the end with a pink hair band she had given me. “Gomen, for being a burden” She said.

“Not at all, it’s my pleasure” I whispered

She then asked me to put her make-up on; I gently curled her long eyelashes and reached for her lip-gloss. After I applied her lip-gloss I kissed her lips gently. The lip-gloss tasted sweet – watermelon flavoured. I clipped her fringe out of her face as the last touch, then I handed her a large bouquet of flowers, my nose was itching. She took them and smelled them, “aww, they’re my favourite! But I thought you were allergic, why did you get them?” she thoughtfully said.

“I am, but that doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t have given a beautiful flower flowers, I should have gotten you something that you like, something better.” I said gazing into her eyes and blushing slightly.

“You’re so sweet” she said pecking my cheek.

“You mean cheesy and icky and lovesick, don’t you?” a shinee member said making everyone laugh.

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Gomen=sorry JAPANESE

 

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SHINee Fanfic CHAPTER 12 - >.< copyright so no copying cos it took me ages to do…. (Author’s note: this Fanfic actually started with the idea of naming the SHINee songs but then I got bored and made it into a story…enjoy!!)

*******capitals=SHINee songs

*************Jojo is actually half Korean half Japanese so she tends to converse in Korean and Japanese frequently…

 

Jojo’s POV

 

Stepping inside my own house was a relief, the hospital had an uncomfortable atmosphere. The SHINee members and Richardo were behind me. I lead the way around the house, starting with the basement – “this is level has a large swimming pool, showers, a gym, a jacuzzi and a steam hut thing. There’s also a room on the far right – that’s actually a large cupboard where I keep all the extra items of furniture, they are all covered in white cloth, you might find a few pieces of wood or spare appliances there as well.”

Then I began tour-guiding on the ground floor where the living-room, dinning room, and kitchen were. The first floor had a bedroom that I had made for my SHINee bias, a practice-room, a bath-room (bath, toilet and shower). The second floor was almost identical to the first with the exception of the practice-room – instead there was a gym. The third floor was my floor, my bedroom, my study and my library. The fourth floor was the same as the second only with out the gym and the fifth was identical to the fourth but its walls were covered with beautiful paintings and old-fashioned French furniture.

The house had no attic. Houses with attics seemed creepy- a normal house on the other hand, was cute.

“So who will have which floor? We’ve all slept on the living-room floor because we didn’t want to claim one for our own” a SHINee member said.

“Well,” I began “you can have the second floor, that SHINee member can have the fourth, those two SHINee members can share the fifth because their close. MY SHINee bias was meant to have the first floor but he can share my bedroom on the third floor instead. Therefore, that leaves the first floor vacant for Richardo.”

“Why do you want to share? I can always share with someone else. I hate being a burden to other people.” My SHINee bias said grabbing my wrist. “Owww!” I yelled “What do you mean by other people?? I’m your girlfriend for heaven’s sake.” I said without thinking.

“It’s ok, I’ll sleep in the living-room, seeing as the first floor was made for him anyway. AND because I like it there with the manga collection and the gigantic TV. That would be like an absolute dream come true for me.” Richardo said with a forced smile on his face.

“Are you completely sure? As I said before, I despise being a nuisance to others” my bias said his hands clenched, his nails digging into his baggy t-shirt and skin. His bracelets had slid down his wrist, his black bracelets made his grey t-shirt seem lighter and his skin seem a ghostly pale. “Si, si, I’m sure” he said making his way down the stairs,the SHINee members did so too but Richardo and I stood on the third floor motionless.

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Si=yes SPANISH

 

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SHINee Fanfic CHAPTER 13 – >.< copyright so no copying cos it took me ages to do…. (Author’s note: this Fanfic actually started with the idea of naming the SHINee songs but then I got bored and made it into a story…enjoy!!)

*******capitals=SHINee songs

*************Jojo is actually half Korean half Japanese so she tends to converse in Korean and Japanese frequently…

 

Richardo’s Point of View

 

After a week or so of rest, everyone went back to work: the SHINee members had a busy schedule ahead of them due to their comeback a month ago, Jojo was at her fashion company’s office, leaving me the only one left in the house. It was noon and I had just eaten lunch. the manga was interesting but my curiosity got the better of me and I looked around the house. When I got to the third floor, I couldn’t help but open her bedroom door and take a peek around. The Persian carpet beneath me was slippery and I found myself flat on my face staring at a bunch of notebooks under Jojo’s bed. I reached open and took one, I opened it- it was a hybrid between a diary and a sketchbook. I was surprised by two things: the first being that she had kept the ones she had written every day since she was eleven, each one containing a whole year’s worth of sketches and entries. The very first entry was when she was eleven – when she had realized her feelings for her SHINee bias. The second thing that shocked me as that he was all she thought of, she wrote about him and drew  him everyday. Her many talents never ceased to astonish me. The latest drawing in the ninth book was him whispering in her ear in the Thai restaurant. I suddenly felt nauseous . “Put yourself together Ricky, it’s going to happen all the time.” I thought pushing the notebooks carefully under her bed. I walked out of the room, nothing gave away that I had been there.

I looked at her library, then I went down to the pool.I knew swimming would take my mind off of life’s many problems. After swimming for a good three and a half hours I watched a little bit of TV… I understood very little of what was being said, so I flicked through several channels and stopped, Jojo’s SHINee boyfriend was on the screen, his figure was lean against the female TV presenter next to him. He looked so delicate, like a faerie – so feminine. I had no idea what Jojo saw in him. I winced, I looked down at my hand – my nails had pierced through my skin leaving a trail of blood running down to my fingertips. I ran to the kitchen, making sure not a drop fell on the floor. Having washing off the blood, I applied antiseptic cream and placed a large plaster on the wound. I walked back to the living room and turned off the TV, my head throbbed in agony. I sat down on the sofa and placed my head in my one good hand. After what seemed like twenty minutes, had passed, I took a manga book off the shelf and lay down on the floor. The carpet was thick, soft and warm. My legs were raised slightly as I read about the tale of a girl with powerful martial arts skills and great beauty. Her name was Kagome, she was actually from the future and she had accidentally found herself stuck in ancient feudal Japan and she had fallen in love with a man who protected her. Through the many adventures they went through, their feelings from one another grew as well. The girl faced her final enemy that was a girl her own age, she wanted to duel the female martial artist for the man, as she too loved him. After the female martial artist had defeated the girl, the girl revealed that she was actually a young man. I stopped reading. That didn’t make sense…That would make him gay wouldn’t it? Wasn’t it wrong to be gay in the old-fashioned orient? “Maybe Japan was different to Korea at the time. I’ve only studied Korean history not Japanese history.” I thought.

But then again love knew no boundaries – I loved a girl younger than me who loved a man younger than her. Maybe it was time love learnt to pick on someone his own size because I wasn’t going to give up. In fact, I felt pretty determined and confident I could make Jojo mine.

I continued with the story… The man who protected Kagome made it clear to the cross-dresser that he didn’;t like him at all. After, he confessed his love to Kagome and she confessed hers in return. He said he wasn’t worthy of her (because he lacked self-confidence) and she was perfect in every way. But he vowed to make her happy for the rest of her life. “What about the cross-dresser?” I thought, biting my nails anxiously.

Suddenly, as if the author was answering my thoughts, the cross-dresser appeared. He killed Kagome and fled the village in tears. Kagome’s lover searched for the murderer for years. He finally found him, killing for revenge, before going to Kagome’s time to relay the news of her death to her parents. Only to find that she was still alive, but in coma. She woke with no memories of him at all. He desperately tried to make her remember…he turned to extremes to make her remember – throwing himself in the ocean because he couldn’t swim, to force her to remember and save him. A bit like the last episode of Boys Before Flowers (the Korean Drama). She remembered in time and saved him. Then they lived happily ever after. The tale had so many twists and turns – but then again that was just manga for you.

I sighed closing the book. My eyes strained and warmed. I slept soundly on the carpet in the middle of the living room by the fire place until I heard the doorbell ring.

I started, wiped the drool off my face and got up quickly. Too quickly, I must add because I became dizzy and unbalanced. The dizziness faded away half-way through my journey to the front door.

I opened it to find Jojo and another girl standing there. “Anneong-ha-seo Richardo! What took you so long? This is my chingu, Kagome. Kagome meet Richardo, Richardo meet Kagome.” We shook hands. “I’ve heard a lot about you” she said smiling brightly. “She’s come over to help me finish the new shoe designs. I have a lot to catch up on” Jojo said pushing past me, the girl followed.

We made ourselves comfortable in the living room. The girl finished her orange juice in one swig and said “I actually met Jojo-chan three years ago in Tokyo, after we became acquainted I found out that she was looking for a designer to share her work-load. Although I’m 16, I’m a professional designer. So, I decided to help her. She said straightening her white blazer carefully. I was still speechless…was this fate? This Kagome was like the one on the manga – even looked the same. The same shoulder-length curly hair, sharp chin and long eyelashes that framed her big eyes, her figure was slimmer than Jojo’s and she was a lot taller, almost my height. She reached for the jug to pour another cup of orange juice. “I’ll do it” I said.

She held out her glass. her hands slightly shook as she raised it to for the second time. She had very little make up on only eyeliner and lip gloss. Once she put down her glass, Jojo excused herself and Kagome. They went to work in Jojo’s study.

I headed to the kitchen, my stomach growled ferociously, I took out a little sushi and kimbap  and helped myself to them. The rice was so delicious, but the rice in Inari sushi had a beautiful taste compared to normal sushi and normal kimbap. Nothing could compare to Inari sushi in my opinion.  Oriental food was so addictive, it was unbelievable – it was better than the European crap my grandma gave me.

After I had eaten my food, I slept on the living room couch, I dreamt of Jojo leaving me, I chased after her, I called out her name. I finally neared her grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. I hugged her tightly. I stirred – having the same dream four nights in a row was a pain. It was dark and my eyes widened as I realised I was hugging someone. I had pulled Kagome on top of me on the sofa. We both quickly let go of one another. “Jesonghaeo Kagome, I didn’t mean to do that to you” I said. “I know” she whispered.

“I heard you shout out Jojo’s name while she was in the loo. I came here to find out what was wrong. You like her don’t you?” she asked

“Errm…That depends on what you mean by like” I said “If you mean-”

“Shhh” she said leaning forward and putting her finger on my lips, “don’t break my heart…it was taken for granted, by my first and last boyfriend…I promised myself that I wouldn’t fall for another man again. But you’re different – from what I’ve heard from Jojo say you’re amazing. But when I finally have met you, I sense that you’re suffering deep down like me, you feel the same pain. Would you go out with me? …I’m not saying you have to love me…I understand that you can’t give me your heart because it belongs to Jojo. Perhaps if you gave it a try… It would take your mind off the pain in your heart!” She said.

I hugged her. “Okay… But don’t forget that I can’t offer you any love,” I tucked a strand of hair behind her left ear. We parted, I went to the loo and she went to Jojo’s study.

 

SHINee Fanfic CHAPTER 14 – >.< copyright so no copying cos it took me ages to do…. (Author’s note: this Fanfic actually started with the idea of naming the SHINee songs but then I got bored and made it into a story…enjoy!!)

*******capitals=SHINee songs

*************Jojo is actually half Korean half Japanese so she tends to converse in Korean and Japanese frequently…

Kagome’s Point-of-view

I sat down on a chair and wheeled it towards Jojo. “I’m nearly finished, it’s late, you should sleep over. There’s a spare bed in my bedroom, you can sleep there” she said grinning. “You like Richardo don’t you?” she said slyly

Flabbergasted, I stuttered and then began “well, yeah but her obviously likes you. Aish you’re so perfect, you take all the guys and leave no-one for me eunnie. I said

“Stop flattering me when you know it’s not true. You should finish your work off, it’s past midnight. I wonder where my namja is?” she replied, the doorbell rang “speak of the devil” she said, she laughed – her eyes crinkling up at the sides. She practically flew down the stairs and ran to the door. She opened it to reveal a young man standing in baggy shorts and a large jumper. He stepped forward and hugged her. He was wearing eyeliner making his cheekbones stand out and making him cuter. “Kai,” I whispered and froze, What was he doing here?? He looked at Jojo “egi-yah, hwo’s that girl over there and why is she ataring at me like that?”

They parted, Jojo turned around and introduced me: “Baby, meet my chingu from work, her name’s Kagome. Kagome meet my SHINee bias namja. “

I ran to him and hugged him. “Kai? What’re you doing here? I thought you had disappeared. Why did you leave me Kai? What did I do wrong?” I sobbed into his top. He took me by the shoulders “Yah!! Stop this. I don’t know you. Please control yourself – you’re hugging me in front of my girlfriend in case you hadn’t noticed” he said.

I wiped my tears, “Jesonghamnida, I thought you were someone else” I said stepping back. My eyes widened and my face flushed “Mianheo, I ruined your jumper. I’m sooo sorry”.

“It’s okay, don’t worry” he grinned his eyes crinkling.

“Jojo, do you have a car or something I can borrow? I have to show you something.” he said.

“Mmmhmmm, but I’ll drive” she said waving at me with one hand and taking his hand with the other. She closed the door with her right foot. I headed upstairs, then came back down again as I hear Richardo scream “NOO!” – he was lying on the sofa sweating. “Jebal, jebal” he sobbed “Don’t go” he whispered his arm rising. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and ran back to the living room. This was going to be one long night.

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Namja=boyfriend/ man KOREAN

Eunnie=older sister KOREAN

Jesonghamnida= formal for “jesonghaeo” =I’m sorry KOREAN

Mianheo=formal is “mianhamnida” =I’m sorry KOREAN

Jebal=please KOREAN

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SHINee Fanfic CHAPTER 15 – By: >.< copyright so no copying cos it took me ages to do…. (Author’s note: this Fanfic actually started with the idea of naming the SHINee songs but then I got bored and made it into a story…enjoy!!)

*******capitals=SHINee songs

*************Jojo is actually half Korean half Japanese so she tends to converse in Korean and Japanese frequently…

 

SHINee Bias POV

 

Sitting behind Jojo on a motorcycle felt extremely uncomfortable. But then again, having her near me was heaven. She swerved suddenly, making me hug her even more tightly. She laughed throwing her head back, I couldn’t hear her laugh but I could feel it. My hands travelled from around her waist to a hug around her stomach. I leaned forward, so my forehead touched her back and closed my eyes, the sweet scent of perfume drifted mixing with the scent of her shampoo to make a beautiful combination of scents. She turned the motorbike to the left and came to a halt. I opened my left eye slightly and saw that she had put her right leg down to support the bike at the red traffic light. A young girl in the car next to us shouted “oppa” and begged for an autograph, but I was too scared to let go of Jojo. Her long plait whacked my face as we took off once the taffic light changed colour. I could see the park vaguely in the distance on the right hand side of the road. “Hey, could you please stop and park the bike there?” I asked.

“Sure” she said finding the nearest space and turning off the engine. She took off her helmet and shook her hair before helping me with mine. She grinned. “Can’t wait to see it…”

I smirked…she was in for a really big surprise. “Okay, we’re going to walk the rest of the way there, but I’m going to have to blindfold you here, I’ll take it off when we’re inside the place.” I said.

 

I folded the black cloth twice before placing it gently on her eyes. She held it obediently as I tied the back of the cloth. The park gate was about 200m away. The park was called “Fire and Water” or more commonly known as “heaven and earth” – it was an exact copy of the original park in Tehran, the capital of Iran but slightly larger with loads of Korean stalls and cafes outlinging the massive park fields. Once we got in, I began to take her blindfold off when a loud roaring noise startled the two of us. Making me step a few steps back and fall on the fall, dragging Jojo down on top of me, her blindfold fell beside us. She sat up slowly and looked around, her gaze fell on the two volcanoe-like figures in the centre of the park that exploded with fire and then turned off again, just as suddenly as they had arrived.

 

“The volcanoe things roar with hot flames every twenty minutes” I explained. “This park’s called Heaven and Earth or Fire and Water”.

“I understand the fire, but why the water?” jojo asked her eyes innocently looking into mine.

As if to answer her question the holes in the ground beneath us exploded with water. Everyone screamed. Jojo squealed with a mixture of surprise and delight. I laughed “it’s because the fountain also starts spraying water every fifteen minutes”.

We were both wet, cold and shivering. I took out a little red velvet box and opened it.

“Jojo, ” I began “even though I know I’m unworthy of a perfect and beautiful girl like you. I’d like to take a chance and ask you to be my girl forever.” I said sheepishly.

“Is this a proposal?”

“Yes, yes I am” I laughed at her – she aws clearly dumbfounded by the number of surprises.

“Then your answer is yes, of course I’d love to be your woman forever” she huuged me. She ran her hand through my hair as we parted and kissed me passionately, I returned her passion with my own. She grabbed a handful of my shirt and pulled me closer. With her other hand, she outlined my face as if she wanted to engrave my features in her mind forever. I groaned in and let my usually restrained hands run wild and free on her body. She pulled away gasping for breath, her hands held mine back. “Everyone can see us” she said.

“Yeah, but umm..I think they’re staring because of the way you’re still sitting on me and because of the groans I made” I said in a low embarassed voice.

She looked down, she was sitting a little below my waist, one leg was on either side of my body. Her white shirt had become see-through because it was wet and I could see her body clearly. I actually loved the feeling of longing for someone – the excitement that came once she returned my feelings was unexplainable.

She got up quickly and swayed slightly, “mianheo,” she said, her teeth chattering. She held out her hand, I let her pull me up and hugged her once I got to my feet. “Don’t be sorry, I’m just so grateful that you accepted my proposal”. I put my jumper over her head because I didn’t want anyone else seeing her body and moved my hands around her back, hoping the friction would heat up her body through her soaking-wet clothes.

We parted holding hands, heading off towards the motorbike. “I’ll drive this time” I said putting a helmet on her head and then putting on my own. “Okay, there’s a blanket under the seat if you want it.” I lifted the seat and put the blanket around her. She hugged me, the warmth in my back from her body behind mine while I was driving was probably what kept me from fainting. I drove in silence for the rest of the journey.

After I parked the bike, I realised she was fast asleep – so I carried her inside. I was so exhausted, that when I placed Jojo on the bed, I fell down on the space next to her and slept soundly like a baby. I hadn’t slept like this in ages! Her hair tickled my nose and her scent lulled me to sleep.

 

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opppa= usually said by a girl to an older boyfriend/brother=equivalent of hyung   KOREAN

******* THIS CHAPTER’S NOTE  ********

——> yo guys! how’s it going? >.< The important not of this chapter is that the park I have mentioned does not exist in Korean and soley exists in Tehran…. I just thought it would be easier to bring a copy of the park to the characters rather than them travelling to the original park. SO THE PARK IS MADE UP BUT THE ORIGINAL IS REAL IN TEHRAN. (It’s actually kinda beautiful if you ask me, I’ll take pictures next time I go on holiday ^-^).

________>>>>> spoiler=      a new character arrives :3 ….