Jul 31
Taemin in this outfit. I love this he looks soo good here. My man hes so gorgeus and charming.
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Taemin in this outfit. I love this he looks soo good here. My man hes so gorgeus and charming.
Taemin 'ETERNAL' Concept Photos
Did I edit my two ults singing together? Yes, yes I did. Did it make me cry? Yes, yes it did.
when i first started being a shawol i was convinced that minho spoke fluent english and was incredibly shocked to find out that he didn’t. like this man gives off such “randomly fluent in english” vibes and no one can convince me otherwise.
(also i picked this photo because his hair clips look like the lesbian flag)
Y’all know that Key took one look at the title “The Rizzness” and was like, “Why are you like this?”
And Taemin being the gremlin maknae stared Key dead in the eyes and said, “I got the Rizz.”
Shinee, Taemin - fairy moodboard
Please note that I created the collage but the photos are not mine credit to original owners
Taemin: Circles and Circles with You
Taemin walked briskly through the night on his way to the subway station. Another long day of work, another day closer to his next album promotion.
I need to get my hair dyed tomorrow, he thought to himself as he walked down the narrow sidewalk shared by multiple shops’ vacant outdoor tables and chairs.
He was so consumed by his thoughts that he almost tripped when he shoved past a seated customer of a late-night coffee shop outdoor table.
“Oh, forgive me, I—” He stops cold in his tracks, mid-bow, at the realization that the coffee drinker he rudely shoved past was you.
His ex, and the one particular person he’d often thought about from time to time.
“Taemin?” You look up and your eyes meet his. The corners of his shocked mouth curl into a smile as he breathes your name.
“I… I was rushing and didn’t see you. I’m sorry…” he looks down at the spilled coffee on the table as you start wiping it with a napkin. “May I ask… why are you drinking coffee so late at night?”
You giggle at the ridiculous question, answering, “We haven’t seen each other in nearly two years, and this is how our new conversation starts?”
He smiles at the sound of your laughter. He wants to say more, but his phone buzzes. He looks down and furrows his brow as his manager’s contact name flashes over his screen.
You notice this, and nod gently. “We don’t have to talk now, Taemin. I see you’re busy. Maybe I’ll catch you some… other time.”
“Maybe,” is all he can say, still in a daze of disbelief that he’s seeing you after so… so long.
Almost as if it were against his own will, he feels his feet shuffling away from you and back on route to the subway station.
Why couldn’t I say more…? Is the only question that he ponders during the rest of the way home.
It is almost three weeks after the past interaction of the coffee incident. Taemin waits for the morning subway at the train station, reading through his emails and texts as the crowd of subway-riders grows around him.
Soon enough, the long train comes to a stop in front of him, and Taemin walks quickly inside.
He doesn’t look up for a couple minutes as people come in and out of the subway car. Suddenly, a warm hand gently grazes his fingers as they wrap around the stanchion he was holding onto.
He looks up, expecting to calmly encounter a fan. His eyes widen at the sight of you being the owner of the hand that is now nearly grasping his.
“Good morning, Tae. We meet again,” you smirk, unaware of the slow excitement growing deep within the corners of his smile.
“I see we have,” he giggles. “Are you… are you stalking me or something?”
“Stalking you?” You let out a small laugh, ignoring the older folk around you annoyedly looking in your direction. “What, I can’t take the subway to my job?”
“I mean,” he breathes, “this is the second time I run into you, and it hasn’t even been, like, a month. What does that say?”
“Actually,” you smile. “You quite literally ran into me last time. Today it seems like I’ve run into you.”
“You’re funny,” he says, looking down at your hand touching his.
Your hands felt softer against his skin. Lighter, even. He felt warm inside at the feel of your gentle touch.
“Are you still working at that bank?” He asks you.
“I am, actually.” You smile. “Are you still a member of SHINee and a renowned soloist of the music industry?”
“Shut up,” he giggles, his heart sinking into his chest at the realization of the nostalgic humor and friendship you both used to share.
It’s been several days since you and Taemin’s last interaction. It’s a bright Saturday morning, and he has the weekend off to himself.
He’s pouring milk into his cereal when his phone buzzes from across the counter, the caller ID flashing the name of his bank.
‘Are you still working at that bank?’ The words he had asked you ring in his mind as he picks up the phone, almost praying that it was you.
“Hello?” His voice is half-shaky, but to his surprise and disappointment, a male voice answers.
Just my bank teller, great.
The conversation follows the normal dialogue between Taemin and Mr. Daniels, his personally appointed bank teller.
“I’ll send you the contact of the appointed financial advisor you’ll be working with from this moment on,” Mr. Daniels says cheerfully into the phone.
Taemin nods, realizes Mr. Daniels couldn’t tell he was nodding over the phone, then mumbles a quick thank-you under his breath.
The call ends and his phone chirps as the contact of a new financial advisor reaches his message inbox.
Taemin stares at the phone, a feeling not quite right settling in his stomach.
He carefully reaches for his phone and places a call to his newly appointed financial advisor.
“Good morning, Mr. Lee,” the cheerful voice of a someone all-too familiar picks up on the other end.
No way. There’s no way, Taemin’s thoughts scramble to sanity.
“You’re… you’re definitely stalking me,” he mutters.
You let out an awkward laugh instead. “You know, if I wanted to stalk you, I wouldn’t be as slick as you’d think.”
“Well, what are the chances you’re appointed as my financial advisor?”
“I got a promotion a couple months ago. Now, it’s a real coincidence that they appointed me to you in particular. Considering you’re my ex, I don’t think I would’ve particularly asked for you as a client.”
“So we’re not cool, then?” He bites his lip.
“Tae, it’s been probably two years since I last heard of you personally. This may be the worst timing to ask, but if if you’d like a fresh start, I’d be up for it, too. What do you think?”
The thoughtful boy contemplated your suggestion for a few seconds before speaking up again.
“They say the third time’s the charm,” he smiles to himself. “You keep popping up, and I can’t really tell if it’s fate trying to tell us something. But if it is fate, I’ll be open to start over.”
“I was hoping it would work out that way,” you sigh with relief.
The call soon ends with a promise to meet up at the first place he’d spilt coffee on you, in hopes of catching up after two years of growth.
I can’t seem to stop wondering, he thought as he slowly picked at his cereal with his spoon. Would we have bumped into each other more until we finally decided to start over again?
If I had brought my car that night to work instead of taking the subway. Would I have bumped into you and your coffee?
If I hadn’t chosen to come in an hour early to work the day at the subway. Would we have held hands somewhere else?
If you hadn’t gotten your promotion. Would you still pop up somewhere else in my life outside the bank?
The questions seemed all too deep and anguishing for him to consider so early in the morning. He shook his head as he took a sip of his cereal milk, turning his attention towards a half-opened window at the end of his living room.
The breeze filled the apartment with cool air and the sounds of birds flying by. A mourning dove sings in the distance, a mating call all too familiar being sung out into the spring air.
The coffee brewer behind Taemin suddenly finishes, coming to a quiet stop.
And soon, so does the call of the mourning dove.
Jonghyun’s passing was traumatizing — and it took a lot of the fun out of K-Pop. He seemed to take a piece of it with him, and it’s never been quite the same. It’s been years now and every now and then I’m still hit with an overwhelming sadness over an extraordinary life that just halted.
That being said, I think I’ve finally, genuinely, look back with fondness and happiness.
It’s a nice feeling.