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when inspiration hits - namjin (dump #2)

summary: namjoon is a creative mind who writes in the middle of the night; seokjin sometimes wishes he cared about sleep as much as he cares for getting the perfect lyric word count: 840 pairing: namjoon x seokjin warnings: n/a notes: this is my first non-shined blurb on this page! sorry it’s a dump; I really wanted to finish this but the time kept passing and I kept not writing for it oof and sometimes you gotta know when to put the pen down, ya know? enjoy!

Being a lyricist is a somewhat therapeutic responsibility for Namjoon. It means he gets to spend nights he can’t sleep doing something more productive than scrolling through social media for hours on end. Means that he is able to live inside of his mind in still silence, with nothing to pull him out but himself whenever he pleases. It is his method of stress relief in his own little world whenever scheduled events and appearances during the day and video shooting through the night come to be too much for him to handle in a given amount of time.

Being a musical poet is what keeps him going and part of what gets him excited for new albums, because God knows there isn’t a single Bangtan song that Kim Namjoon has not written lyrics for. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Performing his lyrics is always a fun bonus, but it is always the process of getting that perfect phrase to fit the music and content of the song that makes him especially proud of his work as an artist.

Knowing that he has the ability to bring his abstract thoughts and emotions to life with pen, paper, and a couple of notes is the true prize in Namjoon’s head.

Of course, he knows he can’t ever take all of the credit when the most beautiful piece of artwork is sleeping peacefully in his bed every night for him to draw inspiration from.

In the dim silence of the bedroom, the younger man sits at his work desk, scribbling down lyrics to the sound of Seokjin’s steady breathing. His very own white noise and comfort while he writes his lyrics, then scribbles, then writes again, only to tear out his page, crumple it up, toss it into the trash can, and repeat.

And even though the words never seem to flow right until the wee hours of the night, Seokjin is always perfect. From the moment he wakes up to the moment he rests his head to sleep and even in the hours that he does sleep, he is perfect. Even the nights he does not get to sleep that much to the point where he is constantly yawning and there are heavy bags under his eyes that only ungodly amounts of makeup and photoshop can truly conceal, he is perfect.

Halfway through his fifth draft of the night, Namjoon hears a stirring of sheets and light groaning coming from behind him. He knows it is more than his heart and soul turning over to sleep on his other side when a sharp inhale is heard, followed by another groan as, the lyricist assumes, he stretches his limbs out.

Turning his chair around enough for him to face the bed, Namjoon fixes his gaze on the sleepy-eyed elder now sitting up and gazing back blankly with his usual morning-slash-middle-of-the-night face.

“Morning,” the younger male teases, knowing full well it is three o’clock in the morning and therefore, the middle of the night. Seokjin doesn’t respond. Instead, he looks down at the bin by the work desk, takes note of the mess of paper balls around it (because Namjoon never really makes his shots), and looks back to the source of the mess.

“What are you doing?”

“Writing our next hit.”

“It is,” Seokjin looks around for his phone, feeling around on the mattress and remaining unsurprised when he finds it hiding underneath his pillow, “three-sixteen in the morning, Namjoon.”

“And?”

“And you should be sleeping,” the elder responds with a hint of irritation, and the only reason Namjoon lets the tone slide is that he knows it has been a good week or two since Seokjin has gotten to sleep completely through the night with the former at his side. Seokjin leans back onto the support of his elbows, still fixed on the man who is somehow still wide awake. “There’s stuff to do later. Come.”

The elder gently pats the empty space beside him, tempting Namjoon to join him once again in bed and ready to counter any excuses he may come up with. It was a battle constantly fought night after night, and sometimes, Namjoon actually wins.

Most of the time, however, he gives in. Neither of them knows if tonight will be one of those nights.

“I haven’t even gotten a solid hook yet,” he whines, setting his pen down onto his notepad. How can he possibly sleep when his words were still jumbled in his mind? He’d much rather stare blankly at a notepad to figure himself out than stare blankly up at the ceiling where he couldn’t at least jot down some phrases.

Seokjin scoffs. “We’re still in the middle of this album’s promotion.”

“So?”

“So,” the elder giggles, admiring Namjoon’s work ethic but loathing his disregard to take care of himself. “Come sleep while you can and you can write on a night when we don’t have to be up at the absolute crack of dawn.”

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soup is for losers - lee taemin

taemin/reader fluff/drabble 577 words

Taemin is not one to get sick very often.

To specify, Taemin does not get the type of sick where he has to be on bed rest for the entire day. Sure, there was a fever or a sore throat here and there; but Taemin is very picky on what qualifies as ‘sick’ in his book.

Today, he was sick.

“I’m not hungry,” he whines, wiping sweat off of his forehead with a cough. You stand over him by the bed, arms crossed after having asked him what he wanted for lunch. “I’m just gonna throw it back up anyway, so what’s the point?”

With a sigh, you fight back. “The point is you have to eat something so you can get better.”

Taemin groans much like a five-year-old and rolls over on his side toward you. He doesn’t want to do anything you suggest, no matter how many times you’ve gotten a sickness of this caliber. 

“You don’t want to eat, you don’t want your medicine, you don’t want to shower.” You emphasize the last word because Taemin is sweating all over the sheets and all you can think about is how you have to wash that damp cloth once he’s recovered. Fighting a laugh, the personified pain in your neck gives you a look that has ‘guilty as charged’ plastered all over it. “What do you want?”

Taemin perks up immediately. “You!”

“Nice try,” you snort, “but you’re not getting any mouth kisses when you’re in a constant state of having to puke.”

With this, Taemin pouts and you know he wants to ask you what the point was in asking. At this moment, you think that the only perk that comes with Taemin hating the doctor’s office is that you get to be the boss of him. Mostly because he’s so lightheaded from the virus coupled with the fact that he refuses to eat that he can’t stand up on his own without feeling dizzy and falling back onto the nearest support.

There is a moment of silence between the two of you before you chime once more, “If you have soup, you won’t throw it up.” This earns an exaggerated groan from the pile of germs on your bed, and you throw your hands in front of you defensively as he buries his head under the pillows. “I’m just saying!”

“Why can’t you just be my girlfriend instead of my mom?” Taemin complains, muffled and small.

“Why can’t you just be my boyfriend instead of a big baby?” You spit back playfully, plopping down on the mattress beside him, a hand coming down to pat his side. “Listen, I’ve got some soup on the stove that I just finished. I can heat it up and you don’t even have to finish it as long as you have at least half of it.”

Taemin peeks out from under the pillows. “So you asking me what I wanted for lunch was—“

“Just to see you act like a baby,” you giggle, crouching down to his line of sight and matting his hair back. “It’s not every day I get to see the Taemin whining and helpless.”

He scoffed, “You’re gonna miss me when I’m in boot camp.”

“I’ll deal with that when the time comes, honey. Scooch.”

Almost immediately, he squirms over to give you space as you climb into bed beside him atop the covers. “I’ll be the big spoon.”

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Can I request a Taemin scenario where he gets the stomach flu and is a smol baby and wants tummy rubs and comfort from you please and thank you 😊 btw i love your blog ❤️

I know it’s taken a long while for me to respond, but I’ve JUST finished it :) it’s a bit short but I hope you’re happy with it; it should be up soon !

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Take Two; Action !

hello everyone!! i’ve taken a not-so-brief leave of absence from this blog, having shut it down. and, quite frankly, i missed having this blog! It was a creative outlet for me to relax and put myself out there !

i’ve decided to re-open this blog and expand! for now, this blog will remain strictly SHINee scenarios/preferences/ship fics/etc. but I do plan on slowly adding other groups to the mix! I believe this blog is due for a name change, don’t you?

Inbox will be open for any requests, comments, questions, etc. i’m so excited to be back!!

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Announcement

Hello friends owo I know I haven’t updated in gOd knows how long and I sTILL need to post the damn Key scenario- I just wanted to let you guys know that I am moving most of what I’ve posted here to a new blog and once I’ve done that, this blog will be *wipes tears* No more

If you guys are done trying to deal with me lmao you don’t have to, but if you guys really would like to keep reading what I’ve got to write, just go on and follow oddeyed-ink (I’ll probably change that later y'all should help a girl out here lol)

But yeah, I’ll actually be doing much more than just SHINee there even though I’ll be starting out with just SHINee since I’ve gotta move my stuff there- Love you guys so much, every single one of you! 💜💜💜

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Writing Dump #1

It’s the middle of the night, and you’re pretty sure that the soft sniffles from beside you are not coming from Comme Des snuggled up against your side. It’s completely quiet with the exception of the faint sobs coming from within the bedroom. And you’re pretty sure that if it’s neither you nor Comme Des, it’s got to be Kibum.

You don’t want to turn over and face him, because then you’ll see his tears and his sad expression; and then you’ll want to cry, too. But you know you have to because you don’t want him to end up crying himself back to sleep.

“Babe,” you groan sleepily, shifting to turn your body around and face the weeping male, only to find that he’s sitting up. Kibum’s looking down at the blanket, letting his tears fall onto the soft fabric with light sniffles. You can see his phone in his hands and right away you can tell that he had just received an upsetting phone call. “Kibum, what’s the matter?”

He simply shakes his head, his hand flying up to his face to wipe the tears from his eyes. With another sniffle, Kibum replies in a soft voice, “Nothing. Go back to sleep.”

Knowing Kibum, it wasn’t nothing and he did not want you to go back to sleep. What he really wanted was for you to hug him and let him cry on your shoulder like you do with your friends. He wanted to tell you what’s going on so you can tell him it’s going to be all right. But he didn’t want to bother you with his problems, no matter how big or small they may be.

You knew him long enough to know that.

Kibum sniffles again, not bothering to make it subtle now that you were awake, and he uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his nose. He doesn’t usually cry like this. Not offstage at least. Onstage, he’s usually an emotional wreck.

You gently grab hold of his hand, lacing your fingers with his and using your other hand to gently rub his back. “Baby…” You say softly, your voice still a bit groggy from having just woken up. “Do you want to talk about it?”

No answer.

But as soon as you lay your head down on his shoulder, Kibum totally loses it. He grabs hold of you and hugs you tightly around your waist, sobbing heavily into the crook of your neck. He tries his very best to say what he had been keeping in his mind, but every time he tries to speak, he’s interrupted by intense hiccups of air and he sounds like he has a serious stutter because of it. You continue to run the palm of your hand up and down his back, trying your best to calm him down enough for the distraught man to continue.

“My- My- My grandmother.. Sh-She’s dead,” Kibum says, voice shaky and cracking slightly.

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Omg so I know this isn't that Key thing I'm really struggling with that *cries* anywhoooo I'm finally back my iPad was really being a lil hoe and not functioning correctly but it's all good now!!! :D So without further ado, here is Minho x Reader!! WGM Edition :P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh crap. Minho was not expecting this. How was he going to tell (Name)? Would she be jealous? How exactly would she react to this? How did he not even get a say in this? His phone vibrated in his pocket as he left the SM Building, almost startling him. Text. He got a text. It was from (Name). Should he tell her at all? Not telling her sounded like a much better idea, honestly. It was settled; He wasn't going to tell her. Minho took his phone out and read the text he had received. 'Hey silly ^^ I saw the note you left on the fridge. What was it that your manager wanted to talk to you about?' Trust me, you do not want to know, Minho thought as he typed up his reply after thinking of a way to cover up without lying to her. 'Just some stuff for publicity.' Not a lie, but also not too much information. Perfect. Send. Minho might have just successfully bought himself some time to think of a plan for when he starts filming for the next season of We Got Married. Automatically, he started to make different scenarios in his head as he made his way back home. He just needed to find out how to keep (Name) from watching it when it aired. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Name) groaned loudly in frustration as she hung up the phone with her manager. This was not good at all. Well, it was, but also it wasn't for the following reasons: 1) How would she bring it up to Minho? 2) Minho can get super jealous. Super duper jealous. 3) How would she bring it up to Minho?? 4) She would totally feel like a super unfaithful woman filming with another man as if they were married. 5) How in God's name would she bring this up to Minho??? There was no turning back; (Name) had accepted the offer before she could even think. Or at least, think with the mind that was dating Choi Minho and not the one that was single. This wouldn't be a problem if they had gone public. She knew for a fact that most of the idols who previously participated in We Got Married were seemingly single at that time. (Name)'s phone rang again, playing a snippet of SHINee's 'Ring Ding Dong'. That was Minho calling. She had to answer. She always answered his calls. If she didn't, he'd definitely suspect something. As much as she hated keeping things from him, she hated even more when Minho felt like a less than mediocre boyfriend because of her activities with other men. Sliding her finger across the screen, she answered the call and tapped the 'Speaker' icon. Act natural. "Hi." Nailed it. "Hey, um, I took a stop at the convenience store. Do you want anything?" Minho's voice came from the speakers on her phone, but it sounded hushed. He was trying not to be noticed. "I ran out of milk, jagiya," (Name) recalled aloud, remembering how she wanted to eat cereal the day before, but there was no milk. And God knows how much she needs milk for cereal. She wasn't like those people who are totally fine with eating it dry. "Can you pick some up for me? Pretty please?" "Yeah, of course." "Thanks. Love you, mean it. Bye!" She blew a big kiss into the receiver of her cell before hanging up and letting out a big sigh. That was way too natural; She tried too hard. This whole situation was going to be hard. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'Who are you hoping to be paired with?' Minho sat still for a while, staring down at the floor to make it look like he was thinking. When in reality, he knew who he had in mind. He just contemplated saying it, so he settled on blurting the next female idol that came to mind. Which totally backfired, because all he could think of was how (Name) would feel a bit less confident (But only for a while; He knew her that well. But she would hold it against him for life.) that he spoke about another girl on a marriage-simulation variety show. "I don't really have someone in mind," he said finally with a sheepish smile, cheeks burning because that tends to happen when he gets nervous. He knew it would be mistaken as embarrassment for not having a specific person in mind. "But I would like someone who doesn't mind if I choose to pick fun at her. And she would have to be attentive, like, willing to listen. I think if she has at least those two traits, I would like her very much." (Name)'s traits. Both of those traits described a part of her. Minho wondered what she would think of his answer if she knew. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'Who are you hoping to be paired with?' (Name)'s face went completely blank as she thought long and hard to settle on someone who wasn't Minho. After a matter of seconds, she figured she shouldn't mention a specific person and just improvise. It seemed like a better idea. "I'm not thinking of anyone specifically." She laughed a little, acting as if she were embarrassed about not having someone in mind. She was a good-ish actress; They'd most likely buy it. "But I would want him to be caring to me. If I sneeze, he says 'Bless you,' and if I tell him my feet hurt, he'll let us sit down and rest for a little bit instead of complaining about my complaining. If he's polite and respects me, I'll be grateful to him." Crap, she just described Minho. Well, it was good improvising. At least she wasn't totally lying. Would Minho notice she was talking about him? If she fails to keep him from watching it, that is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Minho was supposed to meet his "wife" today. He didn't know who it was; They wouldn't tell him. They said he'd have to wait on a park bench and hold up a sign that says, 'Looking For My Wife' on it. "I swear, they get cheesier every season," he muttered under his breath before they started filming. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why did she have to find him? (Name) started filming today and was supposed to meet her "husband" whom she had no knowledge as to who he is. The staff wouldn't tell her; She knew that. She had to find him. They had given her a sign that read, 'Looking For My Husband' and told her he had a similar sign. (Name) giggled a little at how cute and cheesy it was, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy being paired with whoever they had paired her with. She was going to be faithful to Minho. "Can I call him?" She wondered aloud as she walked, referring to the phone they gave her with only the other's number in it under the contact name, My Husband. "Am I allowed to?" One of the cameramen that filmed her from a frontward angle answered her with a quick nod of approval. Right away, she stopped walking and dug the phone from her purse, tapping away to call her mystery spouse on speakerphone. After a couple of rings, he picked up. "Hello?" No. Freaking. Way. (Name) noticed the voice almost instantly. She was being paired with her boyfriend to be his make-believe wife. Wait, why hadn't he told her that he was going to be on We Got Married? Granted, (Name) did keep the fact that she was to be on it from him, too... Okay, he was off the hook. "Jagiya~," she whined, pretending she didn't even know who she was talking to and that she was merely playing around. When in reality, Minho was on the other line, laughing slightly because it sounded like he had caught on. (Name) continued walking, looking around the street filled with many other people. "I can't find you. Where are you?" Oh, (Name) was in for a season. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Oh." The phone that the staff had given Minho started to ring. The screen displayed the contact name, My Wife (Which was also the only contact on that phone.). Minho pointed at the phone as if he had just made a big discovery. "Look, she's calling." He looked up at one of the staff members. "Do I pick it up?" The staff member answered with a quick gesture that told him to answer the call. He knew to keep the call on speakerphone. "Hello?" "Jagiya~," said the girl on the other line, and Minho could've sworn for just a moment that that voice belonged to (Name). But it couldn't have been her. She would have told him if she was going to be on We Got Married, wouldn't she have? Then again, he didn't tell her that he was going to be on it either. And he knew that if that voice sounded like (Name)'s, it probably was her on the other line. Minho laughed a bit, having caught on to the fact that she knew what he knew and that she was messing around. "I can't find you. Where are you?" "I'm at a park," he said, looking around to see people playing with their dogs and and throwing frisbees for them to catch. "I'm pretty sure it's a dog park." "Oh! I see a sign here!" Minho chuckled, pleased at how excited (Name) was to have found an entrance. They were going to have a whole season to act like they wanted to in public and no one could say anything because it was the point of the show. He suddenly stopped regretting the moment he was brought into this situation. "I'm going in," (Name) said on the other line. "I'll see you there! Bye!" "Bye." And he hung up, waiting to be united with his "wife". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She was right behind him. The back of his head was as familiar to her as the word, 'Walk' was to a dog. The many occasions in which he turned away from her with a pout because she wouldn't let him taste dinner as it cooked really paid off. "Who is it?" (Name) said right by his ear, covering his eyes with her hands after tucking her 'Looking For My Husband' sign in her purse. She felt so alive; On any other occasion, she wouldn't have even dreamed of doing this type of thing in public. Now she was doing it in public, and it was going to be broadcasted to anyone who watched this show when this season airs. She loved it. (Name) felt the features of Minho's face contour into his cute smile that she loved so much. "Hmmm..." He pondered, setting down his sign and reaching his hands up to rest on top of hers. "These hands are warm and soft... Hopefully, this is my new wife." "Correct!" (Name) beamed, removing her eyes and walking cutely and briskly around the bench to stand in front of Minho, who was getting up from his seat. They smiled at each other, both of them knowing how much fun this season would be. Meanwhile, none of the crew knew that they were already romantically involved. How exciting.

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Will you ever update again? I miss your writing T.T ~toomanyflowerboys

NOOO I AM NOT DEAD LET ME LOVE YOU ;-;I will update in a minute don't worry~

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When are going to update I love your scenarios 😍

Do not fret I am back lol I apologize I will be updating in a few minutes!!

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I just love your blog, I went through it in like 2days and was horrified when I got to your first post, cuz there was no more!! 😭 lol, I wish I had a request~!

Ahhh hugs hugs hugs I give you hugs omg you went through my blog in two days ahh I love you so much right now ^.^I'm so happy 💛💙💜💚❤️

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Hi!! Im the one who requested the jealous minho scenario and i absolutely loved it to bits!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️ thankyou so much for writing it :3 can i request another minho scenario where again, you two are secretly dating and are paired up for wgm if its no trouble for you? Thankyou so much ❤️❤️❤️

Ahhh this sounds so cute /).(\ I'm so scared I'll totally butcher it lol but of course I have to give it a shot because you're wonderful and I love you!! :)Also thank you for enjoying the scenario I wrote for your request ahh I'm so happy 😄

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Every day. It was Minho with Girls’ Generation’s Yuri or f(x)’s Sulli or sometimes f(x)’s Amber. Then again it was (Name) with Exo’s Suho or Big Bang’s Daesung or sometimes Super Junior-M’s Henry. It was annoying sometimes.

Or all the time.

Minho and (Name) were pretty used to things like that. When they leave their respective company buildings to find fan-made signs with their respective ship names. All because Minho did that one drama with Sulli and maybe (Name) had done that one pepero challenge with Daesung on that one variety show, but that was only brought up when they fought. However, whenever Minho saw anything about (Name) and Suho or her and Daesung, he couldn’t help but feel a little insecure. It was the same when (Name) saw anything about Minho with Sulli or Yuri.

It was tough being an idol where you had to work with near-perfect men and women. It was even tougher if you dated one of these near-perfect men or women, only to be shipped with a different person.

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(Name) and Minho went to watch f(x)’s performance promoting their new album.

They showed up a little early through the back so that they could see them backstage. Perks of being an idol in the same company.

Amber filmed a video with Minho singing their 'Llama Song' when they went backstage. It was cute, but (Name) couldn’t even enjoy it because she knew there would be so many comments about how much people shipped it.

When the couple left, (Name) made sure to hold Minho’s hand and walk a little closer to his side while they made their way to their seats.

She was always so stressed by this.

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Suho and (Name) were asked to be a part of K.Will’s upcoming music video. Neither could even think of declining the offer, as it might help with their own publicity along with K.Will’s.

Minho didn’t like this. Jonghyun and Key told him about how already fans who shipped them together were tweeting and posting pictures on Instagram of internet photos of the two together. All of them (or all that Jonghyun and Key could understand) stated how excited they were for the new music video to come out. Hashtag-(Insert Ship Name of Choice) was trending on Twitter.

He visited her on set during the lunch break. She practically sprung up to hug him.

On the outside, he played it cool and hugged her back. But on the inside he was doing all kinds of things to spite Suho. Minho made sure that when he hugged her at that time, his arms were around her waist really low. Almost touching her butt. Just so Suho knew.

He also made sure to kiss her on the nose and ask her how his “favorite girl in the world” was doing and if she was working hard.

"Ah, that’s no surprise! You’re always so focused and hardworking," he had said rather loudly after (Name) told him that she was, in fact, working hard. "That’s just one of the many qualities I love about you.”

And when he had to leave (for his own scheduled event), he kissed her again, this time on her cheek.

He was always so paranoid about these things.

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“Babe,” Minho called out, still tired from having just woken up. (Name) had to leave early for work, but so did he. He had originally set his alarm for the same time as hers, but he pressed snooze about three times.

He didn’t have to leave as early as she did.

After about three seconds of silence, Minho heard the girl call back, “Yeah?”

"Are you leaving?"

"About to!"

"Come here and love me!" Minho pleaded. He wanted his goodbye kiss, and he was going to get it while (Name) was still home.

He counted the footsteps he could hear as she made her way back into the room (Don’t ask why. Minho does random stuff when he’s still tired.). The door opened, and (Name) came in, resuming her attempt to wrap her earplugs around her phone once both of her hands were available again. The moment she looked up, Minho puckered his lips expectantly.

(Name) smiled, holding back a laugh, and obliged to his wish. She quickly walked over to his figure sitting up on the bed and set her phone down before pecking his lips. “Better?”

"Wait, wait," the young man stalled, waving his hand tiredly. "I’m feeling a little sore still… Can you kiss it better? Right here." He guided one of her hands so that her fingers were just barely grazing over his lips.

"But your breath stinks," (Name) complained, half-joking because his breath really did stink. It took her most of her willpower to not shove his toothbrush into his mouth with some toothpaste. "I gotta go." She kissed him on the cheek instead.

"I love you," Minho said as (Name) grabbed her phone. As she made her way out, she said over her shoulder, "I love you, too!"

"More than Suho?"

She stopped at the doorway, turning around to face Minho. Giving him a reassuring smile, she told him the words that he needed to hear. “Way more than Suho.”

And she meant it.

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Minho and (Name) were both on the couch, intertwined in each other as they watched an episode of that new TV series that came out about a week ago. (Name)’s head lie snugly on the other’s broad chest as her arms wrapped comfortably around his body, hugging him close. Minho had one leg bent at the knee so that it made a triangle with the cushion of the couch. A hand was stuck into his companion’s back jean pocket while his other arm was wrapped around her waist, his thumb moving back and forth to lightly rub that small spot of skin that showed when her shirt rose up a little.

Every so often, Minho would plant a kiss on the top of (Name)’s head.

"You know I love you, right?" He suddenly brought up during a commercial break, turning his head from the television to look down at (Name), who in turn, turned her head to look up at him.

"Of course. What makes you think I don’t?"

"I don’t know…" Minho’s words came out sheepish and quiet. "Sometimes I feel like you get so caught up in the things I do with other girls that you start to doubt yourself. And I don’t want you to do that. Like when I was doing the Llama Song with Amber. You love that song!"

She did love that song. “I know.”

"So what’s the matter?"

(Name) exhaled in a way that her cheeks puffed up as she lay her head back onto his chest, focused on that commercial with Big Bang in it. They were advertising some sort of resort. At least that’s what she thought it was.

"You can tell me," Minho cooed, bringing his hand from her waist to stroke her hair. "I won’t judge you. Talk to me."

It took a while for her to collect her thoughts and answer. “It’s the freaking ship wars.”

"Pardon?"

"You know… When your fans are encouraging you to date other girls even though we’ve been together for a while," (Name) explained. She was tired. A nap sounded really good about now. "It just gets annoying after a while, especially since we barely see each other and you see these other girls practically all the time."

Minho was smiling. She could sense it without even looking up. She just knew it. And it wasn’t a regular smile at all. It was a really big, almost creepy grin. What really was a mystery was how he still managed to look somewhat attractive.

"What?" (Name) questioned, looking back up so that her chin supported her head and lo and behold, Minho had his creepy little grin glued onto his face.

The latter laughed a little bit, “So that’s what this is about.”

"You said you wouldn’t judge!"

"I’m not! I’m not!" Minho defended himself after his girlfriend’s complaint. The look in his eyes softened into something sweeter and his smile settled down a bit. "I just think it’s so cute that you’d be jealous about something like this."

(Name) pouted. “Who said I was jealous?” She didn’t like admitting that Minho was right because even though he was seen as one of the most talented, most attractive, and most athletic idols in K-Pop, to her, he was just a big dork. “I didn’t say anything about being jealous…”

"But you are, aren’t you? You’re jealous of Yuri and Sulli and Amber." Minho’s arms wrapped around the girl’s waist so that he can hold her close to him, wishing that he could never let go.

"It’s okay. It’s healthy to be jealous. I just want you to remember that I’m with you and not the other girls because I love you; Not Yuri, not Sulli, and not Amber. I love my (Name) because she believes in me and loves me, too."

Minho kissed (Name) on the forehead and then continued with his little speech.

"It wasn’t Yuri who brought a whole box of tissues for me because somehow she knew that SHINee would win the ‘Artist of the Year’ award. It wasn’t Sulli who always calls me ‘Stinky Breath’ in the mornings because I always insist on getting kisses without brushing my teeth. It wasn’t Amber who does aegyo when she wants me to buy her sweets because she forgot her wallet at home. It was all you, jagiya. I love every single aspect of you and no matter how many Llama Songs I do with Amber or how many dramas I do with Sulli, I’m still going to love you and only you." And then he was finished. A long, silent pause took place as the commercial break ended.

"So… You love me more than Amber, right?" (Name) questioned, trying to make sure she had everything in the clear. Minho laughed; (Name) could feel his chest rise and fall as he did.

“Way more than Amber.”

And he meant it.

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Minho cheated. This was not acceptable.

(Name) specifically said, “No aiming for the face,” and what did Minho do? He completely disobeyed her one and only rule and shot her square in the face with his water gun. She should have known he wouldn’t have played fair. “Time out!” She yelled, holding her arms up in an X-formation before rubbing her eyes. Minho held his gun at ease with a sinister grin. (Name), on the other hand, was fuming. “There is literally only one rule and you can’t even follow that? For God’s sake, Minho, we’re even in a public park!”

"Baby," the young man’s expression softened as he watched his girlfriend set her weapon down and crossed her arms. She couldn’t be mad; He knew that much. (Name) was just trying to make him feel guilty. He also knew that it always worked. "I’m sorry."

Minho wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist. Usually he wasn’t one for PDA, but he wanted to keep playing, and if (Name) kept this pretend-grudge going, they’d stop very soon. Besides, it wasn’t like there were many people around the two. They were in a small park that no one really noticed. “I didn’t mean to get your face. You know that.”

"But you’re not sorry," (Name) pouted.

"Yeah, that’s kinda true…" Minho thought aloud, becoming way too occupied in his mind and his next battle plan if he could—

"Time in!"

She just did that.

(Name) had just shot a stream of water right in Minho’s face. And then she just ran away. He knew he was with her for a reason. They were both equally clever and competitive. It was healthy.

On the other hand…

"Oh, you’re so dead!" Minho laughed as he chased his girlfriend around the park, the two getting back to where they left off. Water was flying back and forth, sometimes hitting their mental targets and sometimes totally missing.

It was probably the perfect summer day.

You know, until one of them runs out of water. Then, there’s the three-minute shame of refilling it in the crappy water fountains next to the benches.

That happened to (Name) literally two minutes back into their time-in.

"Time out again!"

Minho groaned annoyingly. “Again??”

He watched as (Name) dragged her feet toward the short water fountain which was obviously made for shorter people. Like children.

There was a taller one next to it, but it was broken, which sucks (for her at least) because it meant she had to bend over the spout, giving Minho a perfect view of her ass.

"Matter of fact, take all the time you need," he whistled, bending backward a little, like most men do, to try and get at a better angle.

"Pervert!" (Name) yelled over her shoulder.

"No one’s denying it."

"Aish…" (Name) scoffed before realizing that the compartment in her water gun was overflowing and taking her hand off of the button on a fountain that made it dispense the water. Standing up straight, she screwed the cover on the opening and turned around. "Go fill up yours, too."

Minho set down his gun on the bench next to him. “I don’t want to play anymore.”

"What?"

"I don’t want to play anymore."

"But you made us walk to the store just to get these after we got here the first time," the girl protested. Her argument was valid; as soon as they got to the park, Minho decided it was a perfect day to have a water gun war and basically dragged (Name) from store to store to look for legit water guns.

Minho nodded, acknowledging her words and confirming the truth in them. “I know,” he said, taking slow steps toward (Name). “But I don’t feel like playing anymore.”

"All right. Let’s go home, then. I want to change." (Name) sighed, beginning to make her way out of the park until Minho grabbed her by the arm. "Come on, babe. You know I don’t like it when—mmph!!”

In almost an instant, like in those cliché romance movies, Minho had pulled her back so that their lips completely crashed into each other.

Minho pulled away, smiling cutely at (Name). His hands were planted comfortably on her waist. “Let’s do this instead,” he suggested, his thumbs sliding through the belt loops on her jeans, and then he connected their lips again briefly before pulling away again. “Come on.” Another kiss. “Just a little?” And another.

The girl tried to escape from the shower of kisses she was receiving, but she just so happened to be blessed with a man who was usually very determined when getting something he wanted. “We’re in public.”

"I don’t care." Minho planted yet another kiss on her lips.

"We could get caught."

"Still don’t care."

"By one of your fans."

"Whatever."

Well, someone was feeling rather bold.

"If I give you one kiss, can we go home and change?" (Name) bargained, feeling uncomfortable in her wet clothes that clung onto her skin.

Minho nodded.

"Idiot," (Name) sighed, rolling her eyes, and proceeded to lean in and kiss her boyfriend. It was just a peck, though. She pulled away about a second after. This boy still did not want to let her go.

"Come on," she whined, starting to act like a two-year-old. Minho chuckled at the sight. "If you let me go, I’ll give you all the kisses you want when we get home. Please, just let me change."

(Name) did not have to tell him twice.

[shinee-fictions]

Someone requested playfighting after naughty Key slaps your bootay so bam! Here it is. Enjoy! :D (Btw I know Tae’s birthday is long gone lol but I started writing this before then)

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Taemin’s birthday was coming up soon. And whenever a SHINee member’s birthday was approaching, that meant (Name) was brushing up on her baking skills, making things like little cakes and cookies.

Key loved it. After they were out of the oven and cooled down, she brought him some of it for him to taste. (Name) called him her ‘official taste-tester’. Not that it was needed; Everyone knew it would turn out tasting great.

So he wasn’t surprised when he dropped by her house to see how she was doing. There she was, at the kitchen counter as she stirred what he assumed was some type of dessert mix. Her radio was currently playing 2NE1’s ‘Can’t Nobody’ while she sang along.

There was obviously something already in the oven, because Key could smell it all the way from the front door. “What’s on the menu, today, jagi?” He joked, kicking off his shoes before going any further.

"It’s a surprise!" (Name) answered, taking her attention away from the song playing on her radio. Key followed the scent happily, eventually finding himself closer to his girl. He could also now see that she had something cooking on the stove.

Of course. Couldn’t forget about dinner.

"Smells nice," he complimented, wrapping his arms around (Name)’s waist in a cozy back hug, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck. He smiled onto her nice, soft skin; He was feeling a little touchy-feely today.

(Name) chuckled, “Are you talking about the food or me?”

"Both."

Key detached himself from the loving atmosphere of his partner and walked over to the stove to see what was for dinner. He lifted the top of a pot and was greeted by the steam let off and the smell of pasta boiling. “Oh, by the way, Mr. Nosey-Pants,” (Name) said, adding a few drops of blue food coloring to the white mix in her bowl. “Can you do me a favor and drain the pasta? Because you love me and you’d do anything to make me happy?”

"Of course, my love," the young man joked along as he used two dish cloths in either hand to pick up the pot with a firm hold. "Anything for you!"

As Key got to work draining the pasta, (Name) tried to make small talk. “So how was work today?” The mix was a really pretty shade of blue. Maybe just three more drops… So it doesn’t turn out dull after baking.

Just in case.

"Eventful," Key answered, concentrating on the water going down the sink drain as he held the noodles back with extreme care. The song on the radio changed, and Key brought up an interesting point of his day. "I had Starbucks."

"Oh, you’re cool."

"I am."

There was pretty much no water left in the pot, so Key transferred the noodles to a big bowl. The task would have been a whole lot easier if (Name)’s sister didn’t mean, "I might never give this colander back to you. Ever." when she said, "I’ll return this as soon as his parents are back in Bucheon."

"The pasta’s drained," Key stated, walking away from the bowl and making his way to the couch. On his way there, he passed (Name) by, taking the time to smack her butt in a way that made her raise her heels just a tiny bit. "I’ll be waiting in the living room."

Before he could get farther than an arm’s length away from the girl, he suddenly felt a very small impact on the back of his head that made a light sound as it hit him.

She didn’t just.

Key paused, stopping right in his tracks as his mind took the time to register what had just happened. He turned around and could see that the palm of (Name)’s hand was white. Covered in a white, powdery substance. He looked down; That same powder was also on the floor near his feet. He looked back up, seeing that (Name)’s lips were curved in a devilish smirk.

She just.

She had thrown flour at him.

"Wow," Key laughed. "You’re such a child."

"And you’re the mature one?"

"…You make a solid point."

(Name) stuck out her tongue at Key and went over to the sink to wash the flour off her hand. She turned the handle for cold water, completely unaware that Key had stalked quietly behind her, just waiting to get her back.

And he did. Oh, did he get her back.

He grasped the spray head and held the trigger, completely wetting the front of her T-Shirt. Well actually, it was Key’s. He left it there the last time he spent the night, but that was beside the point. The point was that the shirt was on (Name) at the time it got wet, and that’s all that mattered.

(Name) stumbled back a little, cringing at the cold, wet fabric sticking to her stomach. Her mouth was perfectly rounded into an ‘O’ shape as she looked over at Key, who wore a proud smirk, identical to the one she had just moments ago. “Seriously?”

"Serves you right."

Key wanted a fight.

Well, then he’s gonna get a fight.

(Name) stuck her index finger into her dessert mix (She didn’t even get to wash her hands; She was totally going to regret this later.), scooping some up and walking toward Key.

"Oh, no. Don’t you d—"

Key had begun to protest, but when has (Name) ever really listened to him? In an instant, she had smeared light blue batter on his cheek, giggling afterward.

"You look like a smurf," she teased.

"You better run."

Key was so serious. If it weren’t for the fact that part of his cheek was a vibrant light blue, he would have looked 100% threatening. Right now it was about 95%.

(Name) still ran, squealing as she took off, running around the furniture and in and out of rooms with the idol chasing after her. One would swear they were children stuck in adult bodies with how often they made a game out of the simplest tasks.

It wasn’t until the timer for the dessert already in the oven went off that they remembered about the food on the stove and took a time-out.

And then continued after dinner.

[shinee-fictions]

Kay soooo I should have updated with the ‘Boyfriend Does My Makeup’ Key scenario but I’ve caught a huge case of ‘lol hoe you can’t write crap’ for it, so I might as well go on and post that whenever it’s done, so here’s that scenario where Key asks you out and tbh I think I went a little overboard. Just a bit. ______________

There were always more girls than boys in Kibum’s class. It had been that way since kindergarten.

For any of his male classmates, that just meant there were more choices, more to pick from. For the female classmates, it meant not enough choices and probably having to compete for their crush’s affections.

TL;DR version: For the boys, it was like children in a candy shop. For the girls, it was like The Hunger Games.

And maybe if a boy liked a girl, he could use another girl to get that first girl jealous without stepping on another boy’s chances. Something about ‘bro code’ played into that.

That had started in the sixth grade, and now Kibum was in high school. And it was still the same. Still the same picking and choosing from the boys. Still the same competition with the girls.

But for some reason, Kibum never was one to pick and choose. He was always sure of what he wanted when he saw it, so he usually just waited until that something came along. And the moment he saw her, he knew he wanted her.

He knew where she sat. Two seats left and one up from his desk. He knew that she liked to use black ink pens instead of blue ink because whenever she lost recently mentioned writing utensil, she would only borrow black pens. Really. She had asked him before and when he offered her a blue ink pen, she turned it down immediately.

He also knew that she liked mechanical pencils better than lead pencils because he overheard her saying something about not worrying about sharpening it when that time comes.

Kibum wanted (Name). And he knew that with a lot more girls in the class, that she might be either the target of another boy’s affections or the main point of his games to get another girl.

He had to get her before anyone else could.

He liked her.

That was during the middle of eighth grade when he came to that conclusion. Now, here he was, a year away from graduating high school, and the most he’s done regarding (Name) was being partnered with her for a project because Jonghyun and Jinki purposely paired up together so that Kibum would have no other choice but to ask her. And even that was nerve-racking.

He didn’t want to imagine how he would be if he asked her out on a date.

"You’ve gotta ask her before someone else does," Jonghyun always said as they walk home from school together. Literally always. Because he always caught Kibum staring at (Name) during lunch instead of paying attention to the conversation happening around him. "She’s not that bad looking. Unless there’s something about her that completely repels guys, there’s no way she’s going to be single when you finally work up the nerve."

And Kibum would always reply with, “I know, I know,” as he kicked a pebble with every step of his left foot. “It’s just… What if she rejects me?”

It was that fear he always had that usually stopped him. Kibum feared rejection. He liked to just be sure that things would go his way, and taking a chance would sometimes just totally screw that up. He hated not knowing what was going to happen and not being ready for something when it did happen.

The process always repeated. Wake up, go to school, practically fawn over (Name) and then get scolded after school by Jonghyun for still not asking her out. And if he was lucky enough, he usually did something that caused (Name) to smile at him, only making his long-term crush on her worse.

This girl didn’t even know what she was doing to him. Just a couple of days ago, he asked himself in the morning, as he examined his ears in the mirror, “Would (Name) date someone with more piercings than her?”

He was the type of person who dyed his hair often (It was currently a brownish color. Just in case you wanted to know.) and had four piercings per ear because he liked it.

Kibum had finally worked up the courage to tell his grandmother about it (Because the way family members get when they find out their child/grandchild/sibling has a crush on someone was just too much sometimes.), telling her about his worries and inquiries.

Things like that.

It wasn’t until Kibum had gotten into a full-blown rant that his grandmother laughed like she was witnessing the most precious thing on Earth; Her grandson was actually nervous for the first time because of his crush on a girl.

"Don’t worry about everything you think she might like," she told him. "If this (Name) likes you, then she’ll like all of Kibum. Just like grandma does."

Kibum’s grandmother always incorporated how much she loved and supported him through everything she says to him.

She was a wise woman. Kibum could always trust her with anything and everything.

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Today was the day.

The moment Kibum’s alarm went off, he practically sprung up and made sure he put something to occupy each and every one of his piercings instead of just leaving his ears naked like he had been doing for a while. He hadn’t realized how much he missed wearing his earrings up until then.

Then he got dressed, leaving his shirt tucked out and his uniform jacket unbuttoned. This whole time he had usually tucked in the shirt and it bothered him like no other. The wrinkles after he changed those days! It was like a horror movie with Kibum as the main character.

His hair was usually side-swept in the front because that’s what all the other boys were doing, even though he really liked the close-to-the-middle hair part. He thought it suited him pretty well, so he did that also.

Kibum was back to himself. And if anyone was going to ask (Name) out, It was going to be the one and only Kim Kibum. Not the Kibum who thought he would get a better chance if he dressed a little more normally (If that word even meant a thing to people with different conceptions).

He could just imagine Jonghyun’s reaction when Kibum meets up with him at the first bus stop on the way to school. He’d say, “Kibum, you’ve been gone for so long! How was Milan??”

Okay, so Kibum’s always wanted to go to Milan. It’s valid.

So Kibum gave his grandmother a kiss on the cheek before leaving the house to meet his friend since second grade, who was surprisingly already waiting. Jonghyun held his jacket over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves because he didn’t like how the jacket fit on him.

The teacher’s nagged him plenty for it.

"I could see the light reflecting from all of your earrings when you were still at your house," Jonghyun joked when Kibum met him at the bus stop sign. He slung his arm over Kibum’s shoulders after removing his jacket and holding it in the other arm so it wouldn’t fall. "It’s nice to have my Bummie back!"

"I told you to stop calling me that in fifth grade."

"You know you love it."

"I really don’t."

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In the classroom, (Name) was talking and laughing with her friends. But the moment Kibum was even within a three-foot radius of the small group, the girls immediately cut off all conversation and diverted their attention to him.

"Hi," he said, waving nervously at them, then cleared his throat. He had to act more confident. "Can I talk to (Name) for a little bit?"

"Of course! Sure you can!" one of them agreed almost a little too early for it to be considered unsuspicious, but Kibum brushed it off. The four girls giggled to each other and scurried away.

(Name) watched them move to another location, then looked straight at Kibum. She was smiling, and he wished that she wasn’t just to make it easier for him. “What do you need?”

If this were a cartoon, Kibum would have drowned the whole class in his own nervous sweat. But thankfully, this was reality, and the only things sweating were his palms and probably his pits.

"Well, you see," he began, mentally smacking himself hard enough to take a trip to the moon and back before continuing. "Call me weird, but I’ve kinda liked you for, like, ever. And I’ve been really hard on myself lately and I even stopped wearing earrings and tucking in my shirts and changed my hairstyle because I thought that—Why are you staring at me like that?”

(Name) hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time he spoke and laughed a little when he stopped in the middle of his rambling. “I’m staring because I’m listening,” she said. “Go on.”

Kibum felt a little more confident now, knowing that at least she was interested in what he had to say. He continued again, “What I’m trying to say is, I want to take you out somewhere. Like the movies or something. We can go to that dine-in theater, or we don’t even have to go the movies. We can do something totally different, like bowling or—”

"A movie sounds great," (Name) interrupted, resting her chin on her hand. "When?"

Score one for Kibum. “How’s Friday sound?”

"Sounds great!" The girl that Kibum had crushed on for so long had just agreed to go on a date with him. Could this day possibly get any better?

Before he even realized (Name) was scribbling something on a scrap of paper, she had already folded it and put it in the pocket of his blazer.

"Call me when you settle on a time and place."

So it was her number. The day just got better.

"By the way, I like it better when you’re you." She commented, almost as if she had read his mind.

Kibum could hear Jonghyun and Jinki sharing a high-five and (Name)’s friends squealing with delight as he nodded with a smile.

He was actually going on a date with (Name).

Life was pretty good.

[shinee-fictions]

Hi are you still taking requests?? If you are, can you do one where you and minho are both idols but both are shipped with another idol and both gets jealous and possesive??thankyou so much :3

I have literally been waiting for the day I get this type of request :D Of course you can have it done!I'll do my best to make it really good!!