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MY FANART !
These are one of my fanarts that I liked the most! This fanart I paid tribute to Jonghyun, former member of SHINee ... I hope you like it!
Don't post this art anywhere, thanks.
party rocking in da house || jjong + yongie
Avalon was the perfect place to hide. In fact, Jiyong almost yearned to boast to everyone nearby about his genius. One might ask, what Crest of high ranking in his right mind would hang around in Viper territory? Yet here he was, for he was not in his right mind—and did it shame him to acknowledge it.
As to be expected, his course of action would be deemed suspicious by his co-workers. However, he would not be fazed by the opinions of others. Jiyong was exactly the type to do shit just because he could, though it wasn’t dumb shit. No one ever realized how meticulous his efforts were, and how precise he really was when it came down to it.
Not to mention, Jiyong was drunk. Only a tad, really—obviously, complete intoxication would have screwed up his judgement, led him astray from the task at hand—but no matter, no matter. Anyway, he had always been told that he was nicer when he was high.
Without customarily thanking the bartender, he abandoned his seat and pushed his way through the overwhelming crowd. The incessant friction of bodies pressing together, the sweat-slicked flesh, the heated, intimate sensation under the florescent colored lights… it was all absolutely revolting to him. Which was uncanny, 'cause normally it thrilled him. Maybe he just had a headache or something, who knew? Utterly discomforted and rather distracted as a result, he nearly slammed into some guy toward the periphery of the crowd.
“Watch where you’re going, damn it,” he snapped immediately, glowering at the attractive guy he’d hit. Oh hell, was he dying for a cigarette. Not to mention, a supple dose of XTC - maybe he'd come across a dealer later, but for now? Unable to contain the urge a second longer, he whipped out a pack of Marlboro Reds and lit one, setting it between pursed lips.
“Yo, want one?” he offered, dangling the box in front of him. He almost felt sorry for cursing at the dude like that, especially since the collision hadn’t even been his fault - besides, the guy was hot, now that he was looking more closely at him. Hooker? he guessed idly. Of course, the closest he was going to come to apology was encouraging him to ruin his lungs whilst wearing a twisted smirk.
SHAWOLS! DO YOU HAVE A CRAMP TODAY/TONIGHT? JJONG FLOODING HIS TWEET! HE'S GONNA GET KILL BY MINHO!! HAHAHAHAHA..
Best Place | Jonghyun & Key
Finding that place after leaving it for months was a real pain in the ass. But then, that high building shouldn't be too hard to find. It was just him that used to different sight after taking the long break, and not to mention it was already midnight when he arrived at Seoul. As the tiredness took over him, he just decided to stayed in hotel last nigh.
This morning though, he finally stepped his foot on the very lobby of the famous Seoul Inc. building. The first thing he did is going up to level five to meet up with the higher ups, letting them know that he was finally back. He walked in the elevator and pushed the 5 button with his index finger. When the lift stopped at his destination, he stepped out of the elevator.
He was right when he thought he would get an earful when he came back, this counsel and that advice, so he was glad when he finally released from the head office. He thought of going to his dorm room first only to be reminded that his room was no longer his, so he would get a new dorm room, or so his superior said earlier.
Therefore, instead of pressing the 6 button, he reached out to pressed the 3 button. The moment he stepped out of the elevator, everything seemed so unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time. He walked around the level from room to room, trying not to disturbing the working agents. Until he caught one familiar figure.
Illusions || Dongwoo x Jonghyun
It wasn't too late at night, but just late enough that not as many humans were wandering into the store. Sadly none of them approached him to ask questions. Dongwoo could have used a little bit of fun because the day was moving achingly slow. So slow that whenever he looked at the clock it was as if only mere minutes, nay seconds, had passed. More than often he curled up and took a quite literal catnap, quickly changing back if he heard someone walk through the door. Thank god for exceptional hearing.
He leaned against his hand, eyes scanning around the items in his little shop. Shelves lined with books were against one wall, some tattered and old while others were newer shipments. On the opposite wall were trinkets mostly, some vital items for witches that looked to be fake but were oh so real. His eyes looked down at the crystals and stones in the glass case. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the sweet and bitter scents from behind him. Herbs and other plants stayed in cabinets behind his counter. To him the shop from up in the front looked very cliche, although most of it was cliched he supposed.
Though his favorite part of the shop was in the back. It was darker back there with more legitimate items for the real deal. Whether it was a witch looking for some bizarre items needed for potions or a vampire in need of a fix of blood. Hell, he even had a few rooms, padded and secure for the few feral werewolves sick of their little gift. He smiled slightly to himself at the thought of being there with his mother as a child. More often than not he'd prowl around as his black panther form, scaring the occasional jumpy customer, not used to buying bottles of blood or eyeballs in jars.
Yet he was jumped out of his thoughts as he heard, no, smelled a human nearing the entrance of his shop. Dongwoo straightened out his counter, pretending that he didn't know that he was entering so he could make a fake expression of pleasure when he saw the man. His insides churned in reality. Of course, another fucking human.
Of the same flesh and blood | Jonghyun & Minho
Never. Never in his life that Minho felt that the day was so boring he could die of it. Maybe it was because he had just given easy missions these days. He also didn't really talk to anybody these few weeks, except for his superior who gave him his missions. Most days he just lazing around in the headquarter; sleeping in his room, eating in the cafeteria, exercising in the gym, or walking around in the headquarter without any destination. He was so fed up with the color white that seems to be everywhere in the headquarter.
That evening, right after he finished his mission, making sure his target was already on his way to hell, he turned his car to the opposite direction from where the headquarter was. A few minutes after, he already parked his car and had his way to the entrance of a bar. He needed drinks. He walked in and immediately made his way towards the bar. Then he ordered a drink and started drinking. Minho is not much of a drinker, but he could take a big amount of drinks well enough.
The bar wasn't too crowded that time, seeing that it was still early enough. As usual, his eyes were scanning his surroundings. There were three tables taken by 5 people; two men with casual looks were chatting in one table, two more in another table, and a girl at the last table. There's just Minho himself sat at the bar, occasionally talking with the bartender.
A Twist of Fate | Jonghyun & Kevin
Kevin peeked anxiously around the corner of the building, listening with growing trepidation to the sounds of loud arguing echoing from the alley by which he stood. The moon hung bright over him, telling him that it was far too late to be out alone, and that he should really be getting back to the base soon.
He had just about decided to head back to the base when a terrified shout broke the almost silence of the night, followed by a loud sound. His eyes widening, he turned and promptly peeked back into the alley, frightened. To his shock, he saw someone pinning another person up against the wall, seemingly choking the other, and without thinking, Kevin sprinted into the alley, grabbing the man and jerking him away.