*******capitals=SHINee songs

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

KAGOME’S POV

I woke thirsty and tired, my back muscles were sore – I had falled asleep with my head on my arm leaning on the sofa and my hands grsping Richardo’s right hand. I lifted my head gently, careful not to make the slightest noise I raised his hand to my lips. “Jojo?” he said his eyes wide and vulnerable. “Is that you?”

I quickly lowered his hand “Nope, I’m Kagome.” I said sadly “you should sleep, it’s five in the morning and you’re sick”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m feeling great, now that you’re here to comfort me” he said, the words he whispered and the twinkle in his eyes made my heart pound in my ears .

“I mean this” he said getting up and leaning forward, his head turned slightly as his lips locked on mine. I pulled away, confused yet excited. “Richardo, you’re not feeling well, you should get some rest. You’re doing things you’ll regret later.”

“I’ll rest after I tell you the truth.”

“There’s no need. I know you love Jojo so there’s no need to do this just because you can’t have her.”

“No, you don’t get it do you? I thought I loved Jojo, but I don’t think I was – she was stunning but it wasn’t love at first sight. I had just fallen for her vulnerable side after being her tutor for a while. But now she’s changed so much – I don’t recognise her anymore” he took a deep breath and continued…

“on the other hand, with you it WAS love at first sight. I knew you were special and different to all the other women I’d met. There’s something about your aura that is attractive and beautiful. I don’t know how to put it into words… I basically love you Kagome”. His finger traced the outline of my lips and them kissed them full-on. He was gentler than Kai, yet more passionate and vulnerable in his longing to be with someone.

I held his chin in my right hand, my left traced the muscles under his shirt. We parted, his green eyes were silver in the dark room. He reached for my left hand and placed his right palm against it, our hands were almost equal in size. His hands and arms had veins that had risen to the surface of his skin due to his hot temperature. my hand was skinny and bony in comparison to his strong hand.

His longing gaze told me to never look away and that he wanted to stay like this forever. “Don’t tell me….Don’t tell me this is a dream” he said “pinch me”.

“How about I kiss you, so you wake up sleeping beauty?” I said smiling, my smile touched his, I nibbled on his lip. I placed my right hand on his heart and pulled his shirt, “just say my name like you love me once please.”

He slightly bent his head and whispered in my ear, the feeling of his warm breath on my cheek paralysed me “Ka-gomee…………….willl you be my girlfriend?”.

“Nae”I wrapped my arms round his neck. “You know I only liked one guy before you? His name was Kai, he was a beautiful creature, delicate and lovely beyond words. But one day…POOF!!…he just disappeared, no trace was left of him”my eyes sparkled ever so slightly and then glazed over sadly.

“Hey, I’ve got a detective friend. I could ask her to investigate his disappearance for you.” Richardo said swallowing painfully.

I carressed his hand and mumbled a thank-you embarrassed at the events of the night. So many things had happened so quickly that I was still confused and dazed at how me and Richardo had become boyfriend and girlfriend. I stood to leave, said goodnight and went upstairs to get a few hours sleep. I couldn’t sleep in the study so I looked inside Jojo’s bedroom to find her fast asleep, snoring loudly with a leg on her namja’s waist. Their positions looked dodgy from where I was standing but I found it cute. I placed a blanket on them and turned off the light.

There was so much space around the house that I could sleep anywhere. Even under the dining room table – which was three times the size of my bed at home. I was content with sleeping there. I took another blanket off the pile on the landing and nicked a cushion off of a chair on the way to the dining room. The dining room and living room were separated by a glass window so I could see Richardo from where I was sleeping, he was on the phone  deep in a conversation. he rubbed his eyes, his silver watch slid down his hand and his blonde hair fell across his face hiding his eyes.

I quickly fell into a sleep with monsters, eyeless faces, graveyards and a homeless beggar who wouldn’t leave me alone. His red eyes were everywhere. Images of Richardo, Jojo and the SHINee members dead bodies flashed before my eyes. I lifted my hands and couldn’t believe my eyes, they were stained with blood. I ran to a well in the graveyard and tried to wash my hands but the stains didn’t fade.

A cruel voice was laughing. I shook, probably of fright, but why did I feel so evil? Was it me who was laughing? I ran through the graves not daring to step on one, The old man followed me once more. I ran until I woke up.

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SHINee Fanfic CHAPTER 17 –  >.< 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…

“Mmm…this coffee’s delicious ahjussi. So  is this breakfast” I said with my mouth full. “You’re very welcome young girl.”

“I haven’t eaten like this in ages, you’d think someone like me would earn a good salary in London. But I don’t, it’s so depressing ahjussi. Thanks for making my day.” I said washing down the last of the breakfast down with the coffee, leaving a tip on the table and then I got up to leave the cafe at the airport.

Ri9cky called me last night with a case at exactly 5:34 in Seol’s time and here I was at the airport at 11:15 in seol’s. Flying from London to Seol wasn’t as tiring as the flight from London to New York I had last week. The constant flight’s didn’t give me much of a time to recover from the jetlag. I was meant to meet Richardo in the parking lot in 15 minutes.

My name was Shenez Taylor, I had aworked for many people in the past but before I was a detective, I was actually a student who worked part-time at Google. I had originally wanted to become a doctor but I lacked passion in that area. I was a model student with grades that were sencond or third in my year but I didn’t have anything that I was particularly good at . But after dating a few sixthformers, messing around, not taking my studies seriously and ruining my reputation at my secondary school, I did Latin for a-level so I could get into a private school’s sixthform. That was when I realised my strong talent was languages but I did nothing about it. Just before I applied to go to Med school, my best friend, a girl called Francesca told me she interested in becoming a detective.

Time passed by, I thought about it seriously, and then one day I dropped out of Med school to join her. Our sixty-second case was last in New York but Francesca died in a car accident. I solved the case and came back to London for her funeral. And now I was here to find a “missing person”.

I stepped outside into the parking lot, adjusted my skirt and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt. I was originally Iranian but had lived in London all my life. My whole life was oriental-obsessed. Francesca had a brother named Richardo who I used to teach languages to. I had taught him  French, Persian, Russian, Malay, Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, Thai, Vietnamese, Arabic, Polish, Latin, Indonesian, Taglog and Italian – every language I knew except English, Spanish and Turkish. (He already knew English and Spanish, but couldn’t get the hang of Turkish – he said it was too difficult.) He was in his twenties now, but I was 19.

Think of the devil! Ricky stepped out of a white car and waved. I hurried to him, my high heels echoing in the parking and the breeze whipped my knee-length straight hair accross my face so that it stuck to the gloss on my lips.

I sat down in the seat next to him in the car and he talked to me on the way to his current residence.

“What the is this huge place? Where did you get the money for this? Did you rob the bank or blackmail a poor old lady into changing her will so you’d inherit it?” I questioned as he parked outside a large house.

He chuckled and stuck his forehead against to mine “nah, it belongs to my ex-crush, I’m currently living here with seven other people including Kagome. She’s still asleep, so you should be very quiet”.

“Eerr… this Kagome that you’re talking about…what does she look like?”

“Tall, skinny, thin frane, medium length hair and has a fringe.”

“Well I advise you to think of an explanation quickly because she’s not asleep- she’s actually standing by the window on the first floor looking at us like this.”

“and? Let’s a little bit and make her jealous” he said leaning closer. His face tilted and his lips ever so slightly touched mine.

“You dog! You’re so childish. Argh, what else should I have expected from you?” I slapped his face and got out of the car. I stormed to the front door and rang the bell.

A beautiful tall oriental guy stood ruffling his hair. With one eye open and one eye closed he yawned in my face. He laughed at my reaction and apologised. “Omo, Anneong-ha-seo  jeo-neun shenez-imnida. I’m a detective, an agassi has employed me to solve a case.”

“That would be me. A tearful voice said from the first floor landing. She came down the stairs elegantly and held out her hand “my name’s Kagome”

“ahh, your the agassi who was behind the window, nice to meet you” I said shaking her hand. Ricky came up behind me and blew on my neck. I turned around and whacked him in the head.

“Who owns this house? I’d like to meet her.” I said walking side by side with Kagome to the third floor. I ignored the first door and opened the second to reveal 2 people. I quickly shut the door going pink. “I don’t think now is the right time to meet her”.

Kagome burst out laughing, “don’t worry, it looks wrong but they don’t do anything at all. They’re sleeping like children, her leg’s over his body but that doesn’t mean anything. he brought Jojo home asleep and wet. He probably was so exhausted, he fell down next to her .

“Mianheo, I jumped to conclusions old granny.” I said sticking my tongue out at her. She was clearly my age or even younger but she acted so seriously, I couldn’t stand people like that. Then again she was Ricky’s girlfriend and my employer so I just had to deal with it.

I opened the door again and we all sat around the bed watching them like a TV, every detail and movement counted. After what seemed like forever, the boy stirred and opened his eyes, his right arm was under her head, so he caressed her face with the back of his left hand instead and then hugged her closer to himself; as if he was trying to prove to himself that she was real and he wasn’t dreaming. He smelt her hair. Finally pressing her hand against his heart.

Her hand tightened around his shirt and pulled him forward to kiss him. It was so romantic, love was such a wonderful feeling.

They got up and almost died of fright when they noticed us on the floor and I almost died of laughter at their shocked expressions. Their expressions were worse than Francesca’s during the haunted house case.

I was still crying with laughter as I followed everyone down to the dining room. “So now nine people were going to live in this house,” I thought, “this case was going to be the most exciting yet”.

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Ahjussi=Mr/Sir Korean

Agassi/Ahjumma=Miss Korean

Omo= an expression (korean) to express shock like OMG in English

jeo-neun ……..-imnida= my name is………../ I am called …………   (Korean)

Jesonhaeo=I’m sorry (Korean)

 

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