ee oo no tuksutu me bak? Onew tried to mouth the words. Taemin had definitely been spending too much time texting and playing on the internet. It was starting to affect his spelling. What were these letters even supposed to mean??? He'd been getting weird texts from Taemin for the last few days, and it was starting to get old. Not to mention it was starting to fill up his inbox with virtually undreadable messages. Something had to be done.
An obnoxious beeping from his pocket reminded the ever-forgetful Maknae that he had forgotten to charge his phone, and his battery was pretty much dying. Hearing the devices pitiful wails for power, Onew grinned to himself. Now, when Taemin couldn't do a thing to stop him. Now was the time to act. Unbeknownst to their dancing mushroom boy, SHINee's leader spend the next hour or so sending texts, to the point that he almost wore out his own phone's battery.
Upon recharging his phone and turning it back on, Taemin was assaulted with a nonstop barrage of texts. For the next several hours, he could hardly get a look at the content of the messages, but it finally slowed down enough that he was able to read a few. What he found caused him to gasp in a mix of terror and confusion. He was looking at what seemed to be a repeating 6 page message from Anonymous, all in leetspeak. Eventually the rain of texts stopped, and when he had finally convinced himself that the netmob was not actually out to get him, he received one final text.
LOL u n00bz
....maybe Key was right about not spamming Onew's phone with shorthand afterall.....----------------------------------------
Summary: Heechul's up to something, and it's pissing Minjung off.
Heechul had been taking cockblocking lessons from Changmin. Minjung was sure of it. Every time she tried to get the attention of one of her seniors, Heechul was there, being an even bigger pain in the ass than Kyuhyun. And that was something that took some serious effort. Why was he doing this? She didn't know. Maybe he liked her. Maybe he hated her guts. Maybe he was trying to "protect her innocence" or some shit like that. But whatever his reason, it was getting old, fast. The only guys she could really talk to without being herded away were the younger artists and trainees, which made for decent conversation, but Minjung only went for older men. And then there was Onew. Heechul seemed to go missing anytime she was around Onew, which was a relief, but the man wasn't even her type. Minjung liked boys who were outgoing and competitive. Sporty guys, guys she could go and cheer on from the side of the field. Onew was quiet, studious, and rather clumsy if she was being honest. Not the kind of guy she looked for at all. But she was growing tired of the juniors and their developing crushes, and so she found herself spending more and more time with SHINee's dorky leader. As different as they were, they still found things to talk about, ranging from the fact that they both slept on their backs but neither one of them snored, to whether they prefered pancakes or waffles, to who they thought would win on Music Bank. And miraculously, Heechul never once interrupted them. The longer he left them alone, the more they found they had in common with each other. They both liked the color green, they both liked winter the best, they both cried watching Titanic (every time). And soon she found herself looking for Onew before any of the other seniors, and would decline requests to hang out from the other boys, even Eunhyuk and Donghae, who were her favorite seniors to go party with, in order to spend more time with Onew. She didn't even notice when Heechul stopped interrupting her conversations with the other artists, until one evening she happened to be chatting with Onew after a CF shooting they did together, and Heechul ran in looking for something or other, and abruptly stopped and left the room with a muttered apology for interrupting them. Minjung laughed to herself, considering Heechul's odd behavior.
"What's so funny?" Onew asked. Minjun shook her head, still giggling to herself.
"It seemed like every time I tried to talk to any of the seniors, Heechul would interrupt and be a really obvious third-wheel. I guess he just never caught us talking until now. Kinda weird huh?" She said. Onew laughed with her, making a mental note to thank his hyung later.
"So, do you wanna maybe do something together this weekend?"
Outside, Heechul grinned to himself hearing the phrase he'd been trying to coax out of the younger boy for months. Onew owed him big time, but for now the satisfaction of a job well done was enough for him. Heechul truly was SME's ultimate matchmaker. Striking those two off his mental list, he moved on to his next mission: getting BoA to go on a date with Yunho.
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kk, i know i've been gone for a while DX
IMSOSORRY!!!!!!but, finally i'm back and as much as i would love to have this story at least MOSTLY done before i start posting it, that would just take way too long. SO, here it is.
Pairings: YunhoxBoA, YoochunxJessica, slight KeyBer (might change my mind on this one)
Summary: Kibum lived a simple life up until now, wandering through the town with his best friend Jonghyun, and helping the castle cooks when needed. But a freak accident changes things, and now he and Jonghyun are running for their lives from the men who practically raised him, all because his dead parents could work magic. Taken in by the crew of a wandering airship, he must learn to restore his faith in people, as well as control his newfound abilities.
After breakfast the two headed back to the main office building. Jaejoong was meeting up with the rest of his group before they started rehearsals, and Isabelle really didn't have anywhere else to go, so she figured she'd hang around for most of the day and see if she could find something to do.
She was about to go get lunch when she ran into Jaejoong again. They chatted for a while about their day until Isabelle heard an agitated voice calling her name. She turned around and saw a very pissed off Lee Hyori marching toward her with absolute hate in her eyes.
"You BITCH!!! First you steal MY Jun Ki away from me, then you have to go and have that darling little baby of his, now i find out that he's DEAD! Why the f*ck didn't anybody tell me?! What have you been doing this whole week, huh?! You probably never even cared about him. You were only in it for the money, weren't you? F*cking American slut."
Hyori raised her hand to slap Isabelle, but Jaejoong caught her hand before it hit.
"That's enough. You have no right to come in here and start screaming at people just because you didn't get something you wanted. Isabelle's had a rough week, and the last thing she needs is more stress, so if you have anything you need to say, you say it to me."
"Well would you look at that! Bellie's got herself a boyfriend! Husband hasn't been dead a week and you're already moving on to the next of the flower boys." Hyori sneered at them, jerking her hand out of Jaejoong's grip. It took everything Isabelle had to not knock the other woman into next week, and beside her, Jaejoong had started twitching.
"I think it's time for you to leave." Jaejoong said, stepping between the two women. Hyori glared at him, but ultimately decided that she didn't want to fight with Jaejoong, and left. Almost instantly, Isabelle collapsed against the wall with tears streaming down her face. Jaejoong gently pulled her to him, encasing her in the most warm and comforting hug he could give. Then he let go and grabbed her hand instead.
David Foster Wallace
So, overall, I write suspenseful romance with depressing gothic undertones.....? wierd....