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29 November 2009 @ 05:00 am
O.O....*stares*....*points*...LOOKIE WHAT I MADE.  
Title: Perfectly Imperfect
Rating: G
Pairing: JongKey if you want it to be JongKey, but no pairing if you don't want a pairing. Subtle 2Min.
Genre: Fluff (<-- *gasp* INORITE? Me? Write fluff? Long time no see.)
Summary: Kibum is sick, Jonghyun is there for him.
Authors Note: To be honest, this has NOTHING to do with the fact that every K-pop idol and his brother has the swine flu now. I've had this idea in my head for over half a year, I've just never gotten around to writing it.
Length: 9 pages, 4,373 words

Dedicated to:
Mitsukai No Tsuma, because she's pretty much what has kept me writing at all since May. She's amazing, and would have beta'd this....but I think she fell asleep, and I finished it about five minutes ago.

ShepardLover, because she's amazing and I miss talking to her like crazy. Her fan-fics have inspired me to try and write many, many times since I abandoned writing all those months ago, and I still read ~every one~ of her posts, I just never comment. Also, she's really freaking incredible because she's never yelled at me for always saying I'll comment but never commenting. Now I just never comment because...well....I don't think I've commented on her stuff in about...half a year, and I don't even know if she remembers me or not.

Kiariad, because she made me feel so freaking good that I actually started working on fics that have been dead since around April. She's great to talk to, and I have to reply to her PM....which I'll do....sometimes soon...when I'm not studying for a math test.

The Asian Pikachu, 'cause she's just entertaining as hell, and she's a real sweet heart.

Excerpt: I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came to mind. Then I sighed, and nodded my head in agreement. “Well you’re an egotistical pain in the ass,” I said sarcastically and pushed his hand off of my chin. With Small Man Syndrome,’ I added in my head. I slid my legs off of the sofa and rested my elbows on my knees. My hand lifted to create a resting place for my forehead to compensate for the dizzying rush that sitting up had caused.

Ring ding dong....ring ding dong.....ring ding dong.....ring ding dong....ring ding dong....ring ding dong....ring ring ring ring ring.....

I bit back the urge to growl. The repetitive ringing in the chorus to SHINee’s new song, the one I was attempting to practice, was supposed to stop after a few repetitions. It was not, however, supposed to make my ears ring during every minute of the damn song. Perhaps if it weren’t for the fact that I seemed to mess up every three steps I wouldn’t have been so irritated by it. Or maybe if it didn’t hurt to hold my head up, or if I wasn’t sluggish, tired and absolutely drenched in sweat. Maybe then I would have been able to enjoy the practice session. Instead, the stuffy dance room had turned into my personal hell.

As usual, Taemin had the dance perfect....too perfect, actually. I just wanted to ring his skinny little neck and tell him to hold his feet still for one flipping second so I could actually learn from him instead of getting dizzy. Or maybe he could just stick to the damn choreography for once so I didn’t feel like an idiot dancing next to him. Over and over again, he would press pause on the stereo remote in his hand to explain something to me. After we’d been practicing for about an hour, he started to grow hesitant in doing so. By the time practice had lasted two hours, I stopped him altogether.

“ALLRIGHT,” I yelled, planting my feet and resting my hands on my knees. “The next person who says ‘ring’ gets bitch smacked into next Thursday, where you’ll only be halfway through your punishment of not having dinner for two weeks.” The room was silent as we all tried to process exactly what I’d just yelled, including myself. Taemin pressed pause on the stereo remote, and I used the moment to clear my mind. After almost a full minute of silence I shook my head and stood up straight. “Sorry...” I muttered. “I just...uh....the song is kind of repetitive, I guess. It’s getting on my nerves a little bit. You can play it again, Babymin.”

“Kibum,” Jinki said slowly. He stepped out of formation and crossed his arms. His chin was lifted, and he stared down at me with concerned eyes. I already knew what he was going to ask.

“No, Jinki,” I panted, reaching up to wipe my dripping face with a trembling hand. “I don’t want to go home. I’m fine; get back to work.”

Jinki still stared at me, but I didn’t really blame him. I was SHINee’s Almighty Key! I was the one who fixed all problems, who took care of everyone else, and who always looked absolutely fabulous no matter what. That day, however, I was quite the opposite. I had fed everyone cereal for breakfast that morning, and I was actually causing problems in practice; I’d actually knocked Jinki over once. Well, he would have fallen at some point in the practice, anyway. My black sweat pants were sloppy and wrinkled, and my grey T-shirt was ill-fitted and drenched in sweat. That was another thing of concern, actually; I almost never sweat like that. I was a very in shape, healthy and clean cut person, so when I looked like I was falling apart at the seams, everyone seemed to be baffled. I was not fine, and everyone knew it.

Jinki continued to stare, and Taemin hesitated in turning the stereo back on. Jonghyun and Minho were also there, and they had looks of concern on their annoyingly dry faces, too.

“Let’s take a break,” Jonghyun said carefully. His round, puppy dog eyes raked over my body. He sighed. Jonghyun was my best friend, and the moment we made eye contact he glared at me. I felt like cold molasses trying to run uphill in the winter time, and he was well aware of it. The fact that I had refused to actually mention that walking in a straight line proved to be difficult that morning probably pissed him off a bit.

I opened my mouth to protest, but Jinki cut me off. “Good idea,” he said, softly yet definitively. My sharp eyes snapped to his gentle face, and he merely gazed back at me with his ‘leader look’; the one that had nothing leader like about it, but we chose to shut up when we saw it, anyway. It made him feel good.

I grumbled almost inaudibly and stalked over to sit and lean against the mirror we danced in front of; it was the closest wall. When I was seated on the wooden floor, I let my head loll to the side and rest against the glass. My eyes closed and I winced, stiffening as a small ache ran through my body due to the cold surface. I lifted my head again and sighed. Though I didn’t want to admit it, I was beginning to consider Jinki’s offer of just going home. My limbs felt like lead.

“Hey,” Jonghyun murmured. I heard him sit down beside me, and then felt him wipe my face with a towel soaked. “You’re really sweaty,” he commented. He cupped my right check in his hand and turned my face towards him, using the better angle to wipe the drops of moisture that dripped from my black hair. I could feel his breath ghosting over my face, and I knew that he was being a pain and making whispering look like sex...again. “And hot. Kibum, you’re kind of burning up.”

“I am not,” I argued wearily, my eyes still closed. “It’s just hot in here and I’m a little...iffy today. That’s all. I’ll be fine, Jjong, but thank you.” My words sounded sincere enough that I probably would have had a chance of my lie being believed, but my body removed all hope. Without me realizing it, my head had leaned into Jonghyun’s hand until he was holding it up entirely.

“Oh yeah,” he replied. “I’m sure. I’m wearing more than you and I’m still cold, kid. You’re not fine.” Sadly, it was true. I cracked my almond shaped eyes open and noticed that Jonghyun had a beanie on his head. He wore a black, long sleeved hoodie, and even a pair of loose fitting blue jeans.

I glared, and very reluctantly swallowed my pride. “Jinki,” I called quietly, lifting my head and glancing around. I noticed that Taemin and Minho were on the opposite side of the room pretending that they hadn’t been watching me, and I glared at them.

“You okay?” Jinki asked from behind me, catching me of guard; I hadn’t realized that he was there. He reached down and touched the back of my head with his finger tips; a subtle sign that he was there for me.

“Can we go home?” I asked begrudgingly. The moment I said it, I was mad at myself for it. We had a two live performances week, and we needed to practice! It wasn’t fair to the others to not have their practice on account of my not feeling perfect. “No, scratch that, I’ll be fi-”

“Of course we can, Kibum,” Jinki said, preventing me from protesting any further. I doubted that more protesting would have even helped, though. Before I knew it, there were arms underneath my back and knees, and I was out of the practice room.

“Choi Minho,” I hissed through clenched teeth. My hands hooked into jagged claws. “Why the hell are you carrying me?” I asked, glaring up at the tall boy who held me with no trouble. He must have darted across the room as soon as I asked to go home, and I was not happy about it.

“Because you’re sick,” he replied shortly. His eyes stared forward, and there was a small smile on his lips.

“No, you just like carrying people because you love that you can,” I growled. “Effing string bean.”

“Guilty,” he admitted and glanced down at me. “Relax, Mamabum. Let us take care of you for once, please?” I glared at him, not ready to give in. Minho carrying me was absolutely unnecessary and embarrassing. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and stiffened my back, unwilling to submit to him.

“Seriously, Kibum,” Jonghyun said as he appeared beside us, carrying bags for three people. He smiled, and looked like a little kid from beneath his beanie. His blonde tipped hair hung into his round eyes, and he looked at me almost innocently. “You’re white as a ghost and trembling. You danced like an old man today, and you look like...well, you look like shit. I’d trust Jinki on stairs before I trust you walking across a parking lot.”

I let my head flop onto Minho’s shoulder. “That’s harsh, Jonghyun, really harsh. I hate you.”

“You love me, so shut up,” he laughed and smacked my calf. This was true, in the sense that I loved him but wasn’t in love with him, anyway. I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

Minho carried me down a flight of stairs and out of the SM Entertainment building, the place that housed our practice room. The parking lot was cold, and it did absolutely nothing to help my headache. The cool air, combined with the layer of moisture that covered most of my body, sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine. I sighed and began to regret even getting out of bed that morning. From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew that I wasn’t feeling well; I had just chosen to ignore it. Unfortunately, that was an extremely bad decision on my part.

However, despite my cloudy thought process, my mind was running a mile a minute. By the time Minho had placed me in the passenger seat of Jonghyun’s sleek, black RAV4, I was already making plans as far as taking care of my boys. Taemin and Minho would probably stay with our Super Junior hyungs, another band in our record label. They lived in the same building as us, just a floor up. The idea of them sleeping in the same apartment as a certain Kim Heechul discontented me slightly, but I trusted Minho to look after Taemin. I just couldn’t fathom the idea of my band mates getting sick because of me; I’d never forgive myself.

During the entire drive from our practice room to our dorm, I was abnormally quiet. Any other day, I would have been chattering non-stop. In fact, Jonghyun had once bought me a shirt that read ‘Help me! I’m talking and I can’t shut up!’ So, my silence seemed to concern the others greatly. Jinki kept up an almost constant barrage of worried comments from the back seat.

“When we get home, you need to go lay down right away. I can take care of everything,” he said before Jonghyun had even put the car into drive. Jinki was in the back seat, sandwiched between Minho and Taemin. It was a rather odd picture when you considered the fact that Jinki was the oldest and most broad out of the five members, but having him in the back was just...safer. In my opinion, putting my precious Dubu Jinki in control of a moving vehicle was just asking for trouble.

“We’ll see,” I answered. I sank deep into my seat and crossed my arms. My eyes slid closed, and I just willed the car ride to go faster. Again and again, Jinki kept pressing the subject. His deep voice was sad, and he repeatedly leaned forward in his seat, only to be pulled back by Minho or Taemin. He couldn’t help himself; he was just concerned for my health, but it was annoying as hell. The fact that if felt like someone has squeezed a mosh-pit between my temples probably had something to do with my raging irritation, though.

“I shouldn’t have let you go to practice today. You were pale this morning, and you barely ate your breakfast. And you over-slept by a half-hour! That’s not like you,” Jinki continued. I sighed. At first, I was surprised at Jinki’s watchful eyes. But then I realized that he was the leader of a vastly popular Korean boy band, and it was simply his job to be on top of things.

“I don’t feel all that bad, Jinki,” I lied. Unfortunately, my voice sounded strained and tense, so it was no surprise at all when I felt gentle fingers ghosting over my left knee. Jonghyun had a small smile on his pink lips, and had removed his right hand from the steering wheel. When he noticed my heavy gaze on him, he glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes before looking back at the road in front of him. Jonghyun’s face could speak words sometimes, and he managed to make me feel better just by looking at me. I lifted my chin and turned to stare out the window, but my left hand crept forward until my palm rested over Jonghyun’s. It wasn’t gay; it was just my way of saying thanks. At least, that’s what we told each other, anyway. Whether it was true or not, I wasn’t entirely sure; being about as straight as a circle did that to me sometimes.

Over all, it ended up taking us about an hour to get home. I flat out refused to be carried again, much to Minho’s disapproval. He pouted and glared at me, but I told him to carry Taemin instead. He did, which caused Taemin to laugh and wrap his arms around Minho’s neck, and caused me to roll my eyes. I was fine. At least, I was fine enough to walk in an almost straight line and make it back to our dorm without falling over. It wasn’t until I walked into our living room that I felt the need to sit down.

I made it to our beige couch and then literally fell onto it. My head spun, and I shut my eyes against the pressure inside my skull. I buried my face into the couch and inhaled slowly, curling myself into a small ball and wrapping my bony arms around my knees. My clothes were still damp from my earlier work-out, and they made me itchy and uncomfortable. The once soft fabric of the couch seemed to feel too cold. I felt the constant urge to either stretch or crack my joints. I hated, absolutely loathed the fact that I felt so under the weather, and the fact that it had come on so fast was infuriating. The day prior, I had been absolutely healthy. Five minutes after situating myself on the couch, I realized that lifting my head made me dizzy.

For the first half hour after we returned to our dorm, I did nothing more than lay down. I could hear Jinki in the background; he was trying to be a good PapaJi and take care of the other members. I wanted to take over, though, because poor Jinki didn’t actually know that metal and microwaves weren’t friends, and that the smoke detector did not make a good replacement for a dinner bell. If it weren’t for Jonghyun’s help, Jinki probably would have burned the building down.

Over time, my once mild head ache had grown worse and worse. My finger joints began to ache incessantly, and my back grew stiff and sore. Even opening my eyes began to cause me pain, and I was not happy about it. In fact, I found myself ready to snap at someone on a moments notice. Because of this, I just pressed my face into the sofa cushions and tried to doze off a bit. Jonghyun, however, didn’t have the same plans.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, but I chose to ignore it. I didn’t even bother to open my eyes. “Kibum,” Jonghyun called quietly. I scrunched up my nose, curled my knees closer to my chest, and didn’t answer. “Sit up,” he ordered firmly.

“Go away,” I sighed. “I’m sleepy.”

“I’ve gathered,” Jonghyun laughed. I felt the sofa cushions sink as he sat beside me. He rested his forearm on my hip and leaned over my chest. “You’ve been asleep for two hours. Now sit up.”

I groaned and finally cracked my eyes open. “I was not asleep,” I protested weakly. I squinted against the bright lights that shined from the kitchen. “We haven’t been home that long. I was just dozing.”

“It’s dark outside, Bum,” Jonghyun said with a smirk. My eyes widened.

“Seriously?” I asked, propping myself up on my right elbow. I winced as the pressure behind my eyes increased.

“Seriously.” Jonghyun nodded. He placed a strong hand in my right shoulder and pulled me upright, ignoring my growl of protest.

“What do you want?” I glared at the midget with narrowed eyes. My gaze was as cold as ice. My jaw clenched, and I crossed my freezing arms tightly over my stomach. In that moment, I was surprised to realize that I was still sweating. My t-shirt was grungy and damp with moisture, but I felt chilled to the bone. There were goose bumps all over my exposed skin.

“For you to change into something, oh I don’t know, not disgusting,” Jonghyun replied. He climbed off of the couch and stood in front of me. For the first time I noticed a small pile of clothes on the oak coffee table.

“Oh...” I pressed my lips together and dipped my head in embarrassment. “Sorry, Jjong,” I muttered. I reached up to brush my angled bangs out of my eyes. My thin lips curved into a weak smile, and I looked up at Jonghyun apologetically. He shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. He cupped my chin in his soft hand and lifted my face so I was looking up at him. “I’m used to you being a bitch; that’s just how you are, Kibum.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came to mind. Then I sighed, and nodded my head in agreement. “Well you’re an egotistical pain in the ass,” I said sarcastically and pushed his hand off of my chin. With Small Man Syndrome,’ I added in my head. I slid my legs off of the sofa and rested my elbows on my knees. My hand lifted to create a resting place for my forehead to compensate for the dizzying rush that sitting up had caused.

“That I am,” Jonghyun said, almost proudly. He was a cocky brat most of the time, but I had to love him for it. He put a smile on my face even when I felt like hell. “Now, you’re drenched in sweat, weak as hell, and you look like you’re ready to puke, so let’s get you out of these clothes, okay? If you have a fever, which I assume you do, you need less fabric so we cam bring your temp down.”

“Why, Jonghyun,” I laughed and rocked my head to the side to gaze up at him. “You sound like...well...me.”

“I do not sound like a woman!” Jonghyun placed his hands on his hips and glared at me with his puppy dog eyes; terrifying.

“I meant you sound like a mother, dimwit,” I said matter-of-factly.

Jonghyun grumbled and turned to grab the stack of clothes off of the coffee table. He held them up, showing a simple combination of a light pink A-shirt and black boxers. “Same difference. Now take your clothes off, Kibum; I’m serious.”

“But I’m cold,” I protested with wide eyes. I rubbed my bare biceps and shivered slightly to prove my point.

“Now you sound like Taemin,” Jonghyun growled. He sat the clothes, or lack of clothes, down on the sofa beside me and then grabbed the edge of my grey t-shirt. In a split second, he pulled the cotton fabric over my head, leaving me naked from the waist up.

“Jonghyun!” I groaned and shuddered as cool air met my damp skin. Jonghyun ignored me. He quickly helped me into the fresh A-shirt, but I still trembled slightly, both from the cold and from being sick. Jonghyun pulled me to my feet so that I could climb out of my black sweat pants. He respectfully turned his back when I changed into the boxers, and then I collapsed back onto the couch with an audible groan. “Now I’m freezing,” I complained quietly, my head already resting on the arm rest. My eyes slid half closed and my hands curled into small fists against my stomach.

“You’ll be fine,” Jonghyun laughed sympathetically. He gathered my old clothes and walked away, leaving me to shiver on the couch. I heard his footsteps as he passed through the kitchen and into the laundry room. The sound of a running washing machine echoed through our small apartment just a few minutes later, and then I realized that the dorm was abnormally quiet. I sighed and sat up again.

I looked around the living room and kitchen. With the design of our home, both rooms were basically put together, only separated by hallways on either side and in the middle. Jonghyun was still in the laundry room, but I had no clue where my other three band mates were. With a small groan of disapproval, I climbed to my feet.

I first walked to the bedroom; it was right off of the living room, so I didn’t have to go far. The room was empty, and the lights were off.

“Kibum?” Jonghyun called from behind me. I turned around and looked at him in confusion.

“Where are the boys?” I asked, leaning on the bedroom door frame for support. Jonghyun was standing in the middle of the kitchen. He had changed out of his exercise clothes, and was wearing a simple pair of baggy blue jeans and an open flannel shirt. He wore a white undershirt beneath the flannel. His hair was down and looked soft, evidence that he’d already showered.

“Jinki took them up to Super Junior’s apartment,” he answered carefully, watching me with concern written all over his angular face. “He left about a half hour ago, so he’s probably talking with Lee Teuk or something, leader stuff and all.” He paused and bit his lip. He tilted his head to the side and gazed at me. “Kibum, you should sit down. You’re kind of...swaying...and nodding off. You’re pale.”

I winced and nodded my head. “I know,” I whispered. Being on my feet, as I soon realized, was extremely bad for my mounting headache. I felt a wave of nausea pass over me, and I had to close my eyes against it. “I feel sick. I’m going to go lay down.” I cracked my eyes open and walked forward. Unsteady as ever, I trudged past Jonghyun and down the hall leading towards the front door to our apartment. Jonghyun tried to take my arm as I went by, but I waved him off and shook my head.

“Where are you going?” he called after me. The bedroom and couch were both in the opposite direction, a fact that I was well aware of. I was headed to the bathroom, and that’s exactly what I told Jonghyun. He responded with a quiet ‘oh’ and then allowed me to go on my way. However, once I reached the bathroom, I didn’t use the facilities or anything of the sort. Instead, I merely sank to the cold tiles and pressed my face against the floor. I shuddered and winced. Anytime I was sick, just touching something cold hurt. If I grabbed a cold door handle, I could feel it up to be elbows. As uncomfortable as the floor was, it helped to calm the nausea that was raging behind my eyes.

A short while later, probably no more than a minute, Jonghyun was standing in the bathroom doorway. “Kibum!” he gasped in surprise. I could only image what I looked like to him. I was curled into a ball and barely moving; I looked like I’d collapsed.

“I’m fine,” I said and waved a hand at him. “Cold floor.” I tapped the tiles for effect. “Head ache.” I cracked my eyes open and took a slow, deep breath, before granting him a weak smile.

“Oh,” Jonghyun sighed in relief. “You scared me,” he admitted sheepishly. I heard the ceramic tiles squeak as he moved closer, and then I felt the warmth of his hand as it sat comfortingly on my shoulder. “You really feeling that lousy?” he asked gently. He lowered himself to his knees and tilted his head to the side to look at me.

“Kind of,” I replied and shrugged my shoulders. Jonghyun just nodded his head and smiled weakly. He brushed my long bangs out of my face, and then he disappeared.

Later that night, Jinki stumbled into the bathroom to a rather compromising sight. Jonghyun was lying on his back, propped up by a few pillows. His head had lolled to the side in his sleep, and his ankles were crossed.

I was lying on my stomach, still looking as sick as ever. My hair was damp, clinging to my forehead, and my skin was pale. There was a blanket strewn across me, but it had fallen down to rest at my low back, leaving my arms bare and vulnerable to the chilled air. However, I was nowhere near cold, because my arms had found a much better source of warmth; the inside of Jonghyun’s flannel shirt.

My head was rested on his chest, and my hands were curled around his small waist. His right arm was strewn across the back of my shoulders, and his fingers absentmindedly caressed my ear.

I cracked my eyes open, feeling the presence of a third party in the room. I barely moved, but I lifted my head just slightly so that I could see Jinki. He raised his eyebrows, and I just smiled. I placed my head back on Jonghyun’s chest, and decided that maybe being sick wasn’t so bad after all.

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[♪] HAIDee☆ts_heidi on November 29th, 2009 11:15 am (UTC)
It's 6am, and I'm not functioning well enough to write a decent comment, but...this...I love it. A lot..!!

My sharp eyes snapped to his gentle face, and he merely gazed back at me with his ‘leader look’; the one that had nothing leader like about it, but we chose to shut up when we saw it, anyway. It made him feel good.
Oh, Dubu..<33

Key is so stubborn and motherly, lmao. I love your dialogue and everything so much XD

Hah...this is the best I can do at the moment LOL. I'm a zombie. *stomps off to bed*
I think I might mem this<3
ivan_eht_niojivan_eht_nioj on November 29th, 2009 02:29 pm (UTC)
this just made me realize how much I miss your writing...
Where did the sudden inspiration come from?^^
Can I try triggering it with something?

I'll try to ttys...but I kind of banned myself from the internet because I have some serious exam next week.

bigshineeshinkibigshineeshinki on December 2nd, 2009 05:49 am (UTC)
Welll I kinda sorta went to see Dir en grey live two nights in a row and caught the Diru flu. :D So that was my inspiration for this. Actually, EVERYONE I know that went to the concert on 11/13/09 got sick. My sister couldn't get out of bed for two days; it was horrible. So I plotted this when I woke up on a Monday morning and literally couldn't lift my head off of the pillow.

Anyway, trigger away XD I'm actually doing a secret santa thing, so I AM going to write another one-shot in this next month, but it's going to be nothing special because I was assigned a pairing that I didn't say I could write...AKA it's going to fail. Either way, I get out of school on December 9th! That's the day of my final...that I'm freaking out about >_< so I've half-banned myself from the internet as well. Or at least I would, but my homework is online....so it doesn't work all that well XD And thank you lol this just made me realize how much I miss talking to you. BTW, this was dedicated to you, too. I put the dedication into it when I posted this on winglin, but I must not have highlighted it when I copied it into this post 0.o odd.

TTYS! *goes back to studying*
ivan_eht_niojivan_eht_nioj on December 2nd, 2009 04:11 pm (UTC)
XD Diru flu? sounds very contagious! Hope you and your sister are better now^^

Kind of funny how we both banned ourselves from the second best thing in the world (first is eating of course)...
But hey you get out on the 9th already? that's early...
I'll have my exam on the 7th so wish me luck U__U
I am in desperate need of it...

O_O to me as well?!? I'll believe you! XD (can't really check now cause Winglin is bitchy and wont load -.-, but it's kinda god because I makes me study...But still I hate it.)
XD jk

Oh, AND I started a story on Winglin...well couldn't update,(-.-)
AND I thought that maybe you could be my beta? ^^
But only if you have time...I mean...I wont update until Monday anyway so... well...just an idea.

okay. gotta go and...
learn about economics x_X

*missed you*
bigshineeshinkibigshineeshinki on December 4th, 2009 07:56 am (UTC)
Diru flu was contagious lol a couple days after we got home from the concert, we got my lil bro sick XD There's actually a group on facebook all about it XD 'cause tons of people got sick that night. But we're all better now ^_^ my cough is cleared up and everything.

Yeah, I get out on the 9th. Yay college! ^_^ I had an awesome semester, though, so....I don't actually want it to end. XD I'm kinda weird in that I've learned to love math. My teacher is wonderful, so that helps, but from time to time she'll laugh at me because I'll randomly grin in class. A few weeks ago she taught this easy little way to find all of the factors in a number, and it was WILD. I had a huge smile on my face XD But I'm taking the next math level with the same teacher next semester and the next, so it's all good.

And yes, to you as well. I know it's not OnKey >_< but I can't help myself. You have to remember that JongKey will always hold a special place in my heart. They were my first EVER otp, first EVER M/M pairing, first EVER SHINee fic. I can't just forget about them like that XD My best friend and I think I should try OnJongKey XD LMFAO. That will be interesting XD either way, I'm going to learn how to make Jinki and Jonghyun love each other *facepalm* I got my secret santa request thing and this girl wants JongYu O.O (I actually never said I could write that pairing, so I'm kind of irritated with the coordinator, but w.e. I'm open to try new things.)

Winglin has been horrible for me, too! It rarely loads up, and when it does it's SO slow! But I'm so honored that you would ask me to be your beta! *sniff* Sure ^_^ I can try. I haven't beta'd a whole ton in the past, though, so I'm willing to work with you in whatever way you want. ^_^ I know I won't be able to do anything Mon-Wed 'cause those are my cramming days. Wed is my final. But I should have time over the weekend if there's anything you'd like me to try to beta *shrug*


*missed you, too*
bigshineeshinkibigshineeshinki on December 5th, 2009 08:41 am (UTC)
P.S. P.S. P. S.

'cause I felt bad about not writing OnKey (and I miss them SO FREAKING MUCH) I wrote a little drabble for you....but I'm not posting it 'cause it fails. So I'm just putting it in a comment here >_< 188 or so words of fluffy OnKey. So yeah. Have some fail. >_<

Some people get lost in life. They go astray, fall off their path and can’t seem to get back on it again. In some cases, the cause for this feeling of disarray can be as simple as not being sure what to do with one’s life. In fact, I’ve known many people who set out into the world without any idea as to where they were going. I have never felt this way, and I doubt I ever will. I know what I’m going to do tomorrow, and the next day, and the next month, and the next year. I know what I’m going to do for the rest of my life, and nothing will ever cast me off of my path.

“And what’s that, Kibum?” Jinki asks when I tell him this. He smiles in a way that makes my heart skip a beat, and wraps me in a tight hug, seeming to not take me seriously.

I look at him in surprise and think that the answer is the most obvious in the world. I state it bluntly, smiling right back at him. “Be with you.”
ivan_eht_niojivan_eht_nioj on December 7th, 2009 06:24 pm (UTC)
Awww, the Onkey made me feelall fuzzy inside!

I'm officially free from my own banishment! I refailed (without doubt) my exam again and bet I'll have to reretake it in about 2 weeks...
BUT for now I shall be carefree!

Areyouonfacebook!?`O_o How can I search you?^^

So glad that you got to love Math! xD and yeah..time flies, it's scary... I have only 2month left of seing my friends here T__T
why did those 4 years pass so quickly.
It's awful,really.

Wao! Your friend is very smart. OnJongKey seems to be the solution! can you write some??? ^^
But JongYu is okay as well...I think...I think it's harder to write.

About the beta thing... how to organise that? O.o I'm a virgin here XD
what time would you need to revise and stuff? I'm really clueless.
But I'll give you the link with the chapters so far (you'll see my language skills are lacking -.-, so I'd be grateful for any advice)
I shall be shaking in fear LOL
no really... your oppinion on this means a lot to me!^^

P.s.: just saw your Diru pics! You were so close to them!! *kyaaaa*
AND hugged them. I bet you wont wash those clothes they touched ever again!
bigshineeshinkibigshineeshinki on December 7th, 2009 08:15 pm (UTC)
OMG I'M FREEE, TOOOOOOOO!!!! Though...my reason is kinda different....and now feels like a bad time to mention this. Okay well today my math teacher kinda sorta looked at me and said, "You're done." Basically...I kinda sorta have good enough grades throughout this class that I don't need to take the final exam, I'll get an A in the class regardless. @.@ Sooooo I'm not stressed anymore. I'm still gonna take the final, but I already have my A.

Yeah ^_^ I'm on facebook. The facebook I can add you on is all secret, though XD see I have two facebooks. One of them my mom knows about, and has all of my local (and for the most part Christian >>) friends. The other has all of my long distance friends, and it's where I can spazz out about gay guys without my mom knowing. XD Try searching BigSHINeeShinKi@yahoo.com My name there is Elise Mc Kenna (Mc Kenna is my middle name) I SHOULD pop up if you hit 'people' ^_^

Math is logical, that's why I enjoy it. I can always count on it to not just freak out and do things real crazy. You just have to memorize the steps, and then you can solve your problem. XD and I love logic lol

What do you mean only two months seeing your friends there? Where are you in the world these days? XD Last I heard, I thought you were going home? Maybe not...IDK....that was quite a while ago.

Lol at some point I'm going to try OnJongKey :D nottt sure when XD I have to learn to make JongYu like each other first XD

About the beta, I'll check out the link at some point today. ^_^ I'm going to clean my room now that I don't have to study like a maniac lol maybe organize my dresser or something XD Basically, if you just e-mail me whatever you'd like me to beta, I can go in and add my little notes with my opinion. Other than that, I can probably help with general grammar and things like that. There's no strict way to beta, though. It's more like I can read what you wrote and just try to help you improve *shrug* I have me own beta even though I know my grammar and all isn't actually horrible. I just find that having someone else read my things helps spot the things that don't make sense outside of my crazy head. :D And don't be fearful! Lol I'm nice :D

And yes :D I got reeeeallly close O.O it was amaazzinnnngggggggggggggg. I will never forget...how amazing Daisuke's hair smelled. I'm dead serious. He smelled....so fresh. O.O my sister even agreed. It was freaky. And his hair....was perfect. O.O and Shinya....looked like a scared puppy. :D but I didn't ask to hug him 'cause...well...I didn't want to scare the poor thing. :D
bigshineeshinkibigshineeshinki on December 11th, 2009 09:27 am (UTC)
HEY! Okay so I actually did check out your story! After I stopped laughing, I tried to think of ways that I can help you with beta-ing. When you asked me to beta, what exactly did you have in mind. As a beta, I can do a few things of your choice. I can help with grammar, things like past and present tense, and the placement of commas and other punctuation marks. I can also browse over whatever it is that you'd like me to beta and think of ways to improve it. As you've probably noticed, I write A LOT of detail. But that's just my style. It's not necessarily the correct way, it's just what I prefer to do when I write. Besides, with the genre and themes of most of your story, adding too much detail would probably weight it down and take away from the crack. What I'm basically saying is that in the end, it's really up to you what I help you with.

To be honest, though, the change in your writing from chapter one to the latest chapter is remarkable. Many errors that you made early on have completely stopped in the latest update! As I'm writing this, I've gone back and read two of the recent entries. I had to look and think to see what I would beta if I had been given those entries. There was no switching from past to present tense, and I know a girl who can't make that distinction despite the fact that English is her first language! I'm honestly kinda of shocked!

Anyway, sorry it took me so long to get back to you. My dad's brother-in-law's mother died two days ago, so we've been rather busy. I wasn't close to her, and I don't really get sentimental, so I'm doing fine with it, but I have been stepping up my work load around the house. I hope to hear from you soon! You can reply in an e-mail if you want lol we seemed to talk more before LJ came into play, anyway XD
kaiahhkaiahh on November 29th, 2009 04:57 pm (UTC)
"straight as a circle"
I loved it o:
Awesome writing :D
soulsearcher: jonghyunwlookid on December 6th, 2009 10:36 am (UTC)
i'm fairly new to the SHINee fandom, and Jongkey in general, but i already love this and the characterization!!! i could go on and on and on DDDx

memming~ <3
bigshineeshinkibigshineeshinki on December 7th, 2009 05:15 am (UTC)
Aww lol thank you for your comment! Feel special. You're the only person I feel motivated to reply to other than ivan_eht_nioj and that's just 'cause she's a really great friend of mine :P Anyway :D Welcome to the SHINee fandom! I hope you like JongKey, it seems that not many do these days. :( And even if they do like JongKey, they often make Jonghyun into an egotistical prick. XD Either way, thank you!! ^_^

narisa reinarisa_rei on January 3rd, 2010 05:25 am (UTC)
have just read this..
poor Key.. he must've felt terrible.
glad the members (especially Jjong) take care of him well..

btw.. imagining the sight of JongHyun driving a car is just...... uhh..
crossing_bycrossing_by on July 27th, 2010 09:17 am (UTC)
sweet ...
totally sweet :D