#shineescenarios

[taegdcl1018]

This was like my all time fav last summer. 

I hope you like it, even though it really simple. 

[richonnessex]

*HEAVY BREATHING*

[taegdcl1018]

Colors - Lee Taemin

Summary: When you met your soulmate you see things in different ways.

Genre: Fluff, then angst, then back to fluff

A/N: So this one has an AU I saw from somewhere. It’s basically when your colorblind until you meet or touch your soulmate. I hope you like it, I feel that I might’ve rushed the ending. I dedicate this one to @just-jordie-things because she is amazing and she helps with my scenarios sometimes. 

~ Admin Brooklyn

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Your life was once black and white. That doesn’t mean your life was boring, but just everything you saw was black and white along with a full scale of grays. You knew it wasn’t permanent. It’s just kinda the way life works. You don’t see color until you meet your soulmate. The change from color wasn’t a subtle one either. Everything kinda hit you at once, literally.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry. I just lost control.” Currently, your bottom hurt and you were sitting on the ground. Not by choice, rather an accidental force. You look up to see whoever hit you, the solid gray pavement stiff as you tried to sit up. Your eyes meet these beautiful hazel eyes. Your eyes widen in shock, as well as his. You abruptly stood up and looked around.

The sky was beautiful. A clear light blue that seemed to be painted by watercolors, with long and fluffy white clouds lightly scattered in the sky. Once gray dirt, now mixtures of both a light, dry brown and dark, moist, rich brown. Grass containing greens that seemed to have its own unique mixture of its own. Flowers were a beautiful deep red or a light glowing yellow. A smile spread widely on your lips as you turn to meet your soulmate. You smiled at him. He was wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt as well as a light deep green jacket. His skin was golden and his hair were the darkest, deepest browns. A few strands on his head held a lighter color, standing out against the rest.

He turned to look at you and you smiled softly at him. A wide, yet sheepish smile spread on his face. You couldn’t stop staring at his eyes. The light green outline, but the light brown that seemed to bloom on the inside. It was an amazing combination, that you doubted many had. He took slow steps towards you, progressively closing the space between you two. It wasn’t until he was a mere few inches away did he pull you into a hug. You didn’t know what to do. He felt warm, though. It was comforting, which was odd because it isn’t like you haven’t hugged anyone. It makes him even more special. You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer to you.

“It looks like you’re my soulmate.” He said quietly into your hair. You nodded your head as a small smile crept onto your face. “I’m glad you're mine. You’re beautiful.”

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“Don’t worry (Y/N). You go get the movies and I’ll go downtown and grab your gift.” He convinced you. Nodding your head you grabbed your coat and keys. You kissed his cheek, before putting on your shoes and heading out. Something felt off about today. It was a feeling that just kept getting worse, but you didn’t seem to care. Your soulmate putting you in a good mood.

Everything was going smoothly. You had already picked out the movies you had been hunting for, bought them and were already leaving the store. It wasn’t until you got to the car did everything change. Your car was no longer blue. The sky was no longer a wonderful blue, nor the grass deep greens. Everything was white, black or gray. You froze. Everything fell from your hands and you searched for your phone.

“God please no. Please no. Please.” You muttered frantically as you called him. Your hands were shaking. You had already assumed what had happened, but you couldn’t be right.”

“The number you are trying to reach is unavail-” You hung up, only to call again. Tears started to stream down your face. He is just fine. He said not to worry so you won’t worry. Everything is just fine. The ringing from your phone had finally stopped.

“The number you are trying to reach is una-” You screamed out of frustration and picked up your belongings from off the gray floor. You quickly placed everything in the car and tried to compose yourself. Everything is just fine. He’s okay.

You quickly drove back to your apartment, going way faster than what any speed limit would allow. You quickly ran through every room. Praying for a sign that you were wrong, that he was okay. Everything was still and lifeless. The colorful light blue walls now a gray that haunted you. Tears streamed down faster now, followed by sobs that shook your body. He was gone. Everything isn’t okay.

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Car crash. Hit right on the driver's side. Instant death. Everything was black or dark gray at his funeral. Nothing seemed to matter. The people who came only gave curt nods to you, as well as pity looks that some tried to hide. He wore a handsome suit. Of course, all you see is black and white, but it still looked stunning on him.

 You had stayed there way longer than anyone else. Sitting at his grave, crying to yourself. It was your fault that this happened. He went to go get your gift. You knew something didn’t feel right, and you still let him go. This could’ve been prevented. He could be alive.

Memories flashed through your head. Moments when he kissed you. When he held you. Tears flowed down your face as you cried, sobs wracking your body as you sat there. His family had left you, long gone by now.  Your shoulders shook as another sob leaves your mouth. The gray grass prickling your skin. The bleak gray sky and the white clouds seeming to damper your mood as well. You sat there crying, not being able to pull yourself together.

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   2 years later

It’s was hard the first year. A lot of crying and feeling empty, but you got over it with time. This didn’t mean you weren’t sad. You felt the guilt every day. Some days it was harder than most. Currently, you were walking in the park. They bland colors haunting you. Everything was normal, the usual gray surrounding you. Children laughed as they played on the playground.

Nothing really seemed to stand out to you, until you see a flash of blue. It was so quick that you didn’t think it was real until you saw it again. This time the blue was more prominent against the dull colors. It was a blue rose. The very tips of the rose pelts were a deep blue, while the inside was a pure white. The color was gorgeous. You got up and left your spot on the park bench and walked straight towards the flower. It was the only color that you could see.

You had stopped in front of the boy holding the flowers. He looked at you weirdly. You delicately reached out to touch it, praying that it was real. Your fingertips met with the soft petals. You froze as the color never seemed to change nor disappear.

“Umm, excuse me?” The boy said. You looked up to meet his eyes. They grew wide. He looked around in shock. His eyes were wide as he looked everywhere, before settling on your face. Heat rushed to your cheeks as he stared at you. A smile formed on his face as he looked around.

“All these colors are amazing!” He said, joy in his voice. Disappointment rushed in, you frowned and looked down at the gray ground. “I can’t see it.”

“What?” He asked you. A frown on his face. You gave him an apologetic smile. You see the break in his eyes, and you feel a pang in your chest. “I’m sorry. The only color thing I can see is this rose.”

He looks down at the single rose out of the dozen he had. He didn’t realize that the roses he bought were different colors. He pulled out the only blue one he bought and held it out for you. A small smile was on his face. “It’s okay. It’s a start.”

You smiled at him gratefully and took the blue flower from his hands. His smiled widened as you studied the flower. Curiosity laced in your eyes. You looked back up at his eyes and gave him a small soft smile. Blood rushed to his cheeks as your hair shifted and covered a small portion of your face. “Thank you. I’m (Y/N) by the way.”

“Lee Taemin.” He said. You gave him a sweet smile, and he returned the favor. It was awkward for a minute, you both didn’t know how to start the right conservation. After a little bit of awkward shuffling Taemin finally said something. “Would you like to get coffee? Or tea. You know if you don’t like coffee. You don’t have too, we could go later if you're busy now. And only if you want too. I don’t want to drag you anywhere.”

You quietly chuckled and nodded your head. A wide smile on your lips, something that hadn't appeared in a while. “I would love to get coffee with you Taemin.”

[shineescenarios]

Game Over

He was watching him. Without no timidity or any shame... He did know himself what he did yesterday, didn't he? What he did for him? Wasn't he clear with the things he did? Wasn't he aware of it? He was..right? The black haired boy shivered slightly and looked away. Shit! Why? Why? Why? He just wouldn't - couldn't understand! Why did he do that? Why? They hated each other, they hated each other so passionately. they just loved to hate each other! It was the only relationship that brought this situation out of it. So why in god's name, did he help him? Why him?! "Mr. Kim" The boy startled at his name and looked up, finding out that the voice came from his professor. "Are you still with us Mr. Kim?" he asked but his eyes weren't directed to him. No, they were directed to- "Ah yes, Mr. Choi, I'm sorry" His voice was killing him, making him nervous as if it wanted to torture the nervous boy. "I need you to chose your partner for the project" The professor said, not sounding convinced from his apology. "Of course, I'll take Kim Kibum" Kibum's eyes widened at that and his mouth fell open as he looked perplex over to the man, whom he shared the passionate hate with. "Wait, wha-" "We don't have time for discussions Mr. Kim Kibum. You and Kim Jonghyun are a team. Ms. Mai-" And so the professor just continued, skipping Kibums worries and ignoring the huge question mark that was marked on his face. Kibum looked up at Jonghyun and he felt like drowning in those big brown orbs that were flicking like deep dark flames. Fear. Kibum was feeling raw and deep fear when he looked at him and it surprised him. Never did he feel inferior. He was never the weaker in any positions. He never really learned or was taught to be scared, he never felt it. And that's why he was more terrified than ever because he never experienced this emotion ever in his life. Because he didn't know it, he never wanted to know it and here he is, trying to control himself to not shiver like a weak little baby.

"Mr. Kim? Mr. Kim?" Kibum looked up and was assured that this time, Mr. Choi, was indeed speaking to him. But why was he looking so concerned? "Are you okay?" Only then he felt a wetness on his upper lip, trailing down from his nose.  He tasted blood. And as if he was elctrified by the sudden realization he jumped up suddenly, startling the people around him in the class and ran out of the room to rush into the next bathroom.

Why?

This question was still pounding in his mind when he bend over the sink and let the blood drip onto the white ceramic.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Dro- COLD

He wanted to straighten himself instantly but the hand on Kibum's neck pressed him down and forced him to stay the way he was. "You should put something cold onto your neck. It helps" His smooth and deep voice was right to next to his ear and the warm breath made the hair on his neck go up as goosebump ran over his body. He felt Jonghyun's other and circled around his waist and his torso pressed against him. He was holding him in a threatening way and Kibum knew, one wrong move and it could cause more than just a blood dripping nose from thinking and worrying too much. Eventuelly, the dripping got less and less and for what reason ever, Jonghyun let him go and let him wash his nose and face throughly with no interruption. Kibum took his time, partly to convince Jonghyun that he wasn't scared and that he wasn't in control of this situation and partly because he wanted to calm down and convince himself that there was no reason to get into the weaker players spot. After that he got up and looked at him through the mirror. "Didn't know we continue the game here, Jonghyun?" He hissed, fletching slightly he teeth. His eyes were calm and deep - too deep - and all he did was looking at me with those unforgiveable and mysterious eyes. All he got was his impertinent beauty reflecting through the mirror and a soft sigh.

"You made me worry-" "What kind of sick game are you playing Jonghyun? Stop this!" He spat, turning around in one move.   He smirked at him, clearly amused by the conversation. "Oh, we're playing?" "Not if I don't know the rul-" And before Kibum could finish his sentence, Jonghyun crashed against him, pressing him against the wall and blocked any exit. Kibum could've free himself with no problems.  This was nothing compared to real dangerous situations but for some reason he was in some kind of shocked state. Jonghyun lend for and breathed against his lips when he spoke. "...You make me crazy" And again. This feeling, this sickening feeling of fear. "..Let me go" Kibum almost begged. He wasn't able to say who he was anymore. This wasn't him, this has never been him. He started to feel alien in his own body. Why did he feel so exposed and scared suddenly in front of this man? "Shh no.." Jonghyun giggled in an almost maniac kind of way and pushed him further into the corner. "Let me go" The latter spoke now, with a firmer voice than before. "Uh-uh" Jonghyun shook his head, his brown hair falling softly into his eyes. Kibum was captured. Like a little reindeer pushed into the further back with no possibility to escape. "Tell me" He gulped before continuing. "Tell me.. why you helped me last night..?!"

Jonghyun's lips curled to a tiny smirked before touching Kibum's and pressing softly against the heartshaped lips of the others. The black-haired male shivered shortly but didn't protest. Jonghyun was just playing with him. He gave him another kiss and another and another until Kibum jumped on him sling his long legs around the others waist and turn it into a heated and passionate make out session in the university bathroom and none of them both planned to stop. They both didn't know why they played this game. Why they lied to each other and why they tried to betray each other in such an obvious way. And still, both kept on playing because none of them both wanted to be the killjoy in this game. His lips where playing with Kibums, pressing and sucking and biting all at ones. They shared their breath and greed in such a dirty and nasty way but both kept going on. The brown-haired man bit a last time on the others bottom lip and interrupted the game for a moment. "What do you think?" He re-asked as a late respond to Kibums question before this all started. Kibum sticked out a pointy tongue to draw the bottomlip of the other while looking him deeply into his deep brown orbs. "If I knew, I wouldn't ask" He said back, tightening the legs around his waist. A small chuckle left Jonghyun's lip when h stroked over Kibum's left thigh and looked up at him again under his lashes with hooded eyes, before it was Kibum this time who got in for a greedy kiss. Jonghyun pulled back shortly after with a soft sigh. "Oh Key, I can't always help you, can I?" He stroked through Kibum's thick black hair and left an open mouthed kiss on his neck. "Think" He ordered, his voice stroking the others exposed neck. He sounded like a husky wolf. "What would happen, if they catch you, mh?" Before Kibum answered and pulled him back by his hair and reconnected their lips for another wet kiss, to which Jonghyun responded by groping his ass and pushing him against another wall, that made Kibum moan in pain. "I..I don't know", he panted when he pulled back and pecked his upper lip. "Tell me!"

"Key.." Jonghyun snickered and spread butterfly kisses along his shoulder. "Use your imagination" He pulled back and looked into his eyes, deeply concentrated on find the hidden answer in those deep, dark orbs. The answer was right in them, written in a language that Kibum still tried to decipher. What exactly would happen, if they catch him? If they knew that he was the player and if-

...

Kibum's eyes widened and Jonghyun reacted with a knowing smirk. Of course.. of course why didn't he think of that before? How could Kibum be so stupid and blocked minded? There wasn't an easier answer than this. Not only the easiest answer but also the only answer to the question of what last night happened. Because the same thing, if Jonghyun was in his situation, Kibum would have helped him too. Because it wasn't about them both, it was about preserving their identity. Both of them were opponents, both were playing against each other. But if it was about the safety and retention of the game, where both teams had the same rules and the same goals, they needed to work together to keep it. The game must go on no matter what.

Kibum felt plush lips against his neck again. "You didn't protect me" Kibum spoke out and the latter giggled. "Nope"

Kibum leaned for and gave him a soft kiss on his mouth. He protected the game. If one player went missing, there was no way this game could be continued. And also, it was easy to cancel the whole game when you got one team disqualified.  And in this game, we were masters in hide and seek but my hiding spot is never too far away from his. The police finds Kibum's spot? Then they sure have it easy to find Jonghyun's spot too.

The black-haired man jumped down softly from Jonghyun's hips but the latter didn't let go off him yet. "Are you disappointed?" Kibum saw his broad chest heaving and sinking whenever he breathed in and out. He was stunningly beautiful and dangerous and Kibum hated him. But still, Kibum figured out, was Jonghyun not a regular source of hate. He was more like an addiction.

He was something that you wanted to get rid of but you couldn't. Something you want to lose at all costs but at the same time you need to survive. He was like a drug, destructive but obsessive. He was like a bad habit annoying, troublesome but inevitable.

"No" Kibum pulled him in for a last kiss. "Thank you"

And with that he left Jonghyun alone.

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A/N:

Have this story on my computer for almost 5 years now (with different characters) and I obviously changed some little things but I always loved this. JongKey as dangerously sexy opponents is my fantasy #sorrynotsorry

Hope you like it :)

Cookie

PS: Didn't prove read yet whoopsie u^u

[jeongghoseok]

Monster (Request)

Here you go! Another request done *wipes brow* I’m trying to get some done before Admin Coconut comes back from a bts concert!! (Lucky duck (＞人＜;)) This is probably the most emotional request I’ve gotten so far! Than you anon!

-Admin Ritz o(^▽^)o

Jonghyun x Reader Angst Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Cursing

You didn’t even know why you were fighting but you were. You were throwing things, screaming at each other, and saying things you didn’t mean. You were so close to breaking down but you needed to hold your ground. Jonghyun never spent time with you. You understood he is an idol but you deserved a little attention. He wouldn’t go home after practice he’d just sleep at the dorm leaving you, dinner ready and set up, alone in your cold apartment wishing he’d text or call you. When he did come home you’d have loud arguments about anything you feared that he was changing into something you couldn’t even recognize as your boyfriend.

“WHY DO YOU THINK IT’S OKAY TO BE FLIRTING WITH SUHO?” Jonghyun screamed pulling his hair. You gasp at his accusation, tears threatening to fall but you hold them back. You try to take deep breaths but you can’t calm yourself down.

“ITS NOT CALLED FLIRTING HE’S MY FRIEND I GET LONELY YOU KNOW” You yell back. He scoffs and turns away from you rubbing his mouth then he turns back and glares at you a bitter chuckle escaping his lips.

“What” You say to him pointedly but he still continues to laugh and shake his head.

“Why the fuck are you laughing right now you ass” You ask him picking up yet another glass ready to chuck it at the wall but he grabs your wrists.

“Let. Go.” You whisper menacingly. He lets your hand fall limp and shakes his head in disbelief.

“You’re doing this just to get back at me for not spending time with you” He says a smug smirk plastered on his face that you want to smack off.

“WHAT” You yell “IS THAT HOW LITTLE YOU THINK OF ME? YOU THINK I’D JUST HANG OUT WITH MY FRIENDS JUST TO GET BACK AT YOU? I’M NO WHORE!”

“WELL IF THE SHOE FITS” He yells back not thinking about what just came out of his mouth. His eyes soften as he see’s your shocked expression. You laugh tears streaming down your face.

“So you do think of me like that. All I wanted was my boyfriend but all I have is a monster” You whisper. Your head spins as you try to clench your eyes shut hoping it would stop the tears but the keep on running down you face. You let out a sob and turn to the door ready to leave but Jonghyun grabs your wrists trying to pull you back.

“Let go of me” You sob “Don’t you dare touch me again” You pull your hand back roughly and turn back at him “I hate you” You say before slamming the door shut and running out of your apartment building to god knows where. The tears are blurring your vision and all you can do is run away. You don’t know where you’re going but you need to get out. You feel like you’re being suffocated as you try to calm yourself down but you’re just crying hysterically your chest heaving.

You hear screams and honking before a huge weight hits you hard and you fall over. You struggle breathing and you can taste blood in your mouth. Your head spins and you feel like throwing up you try to look around but there’s too much blood running down your face to see. Your body falls limp on the ground and you can’t move. The next thing you know there are sirens near you but the noise is muffled, everything goes in slow motion as you’re picked up and placed on something. Before you can try to speak everything goes blank.

Back at your apartment Jonghyun is going crazy. He’s called you only to realize that you left your phone back home. He called Suho and the rest of your friends but he had not luck. He sat with his head in his hands feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. The apartment was a mess, as soon as you left he threw a fit punching walls and knocking glasses over. He got up and thought he could clean up a little while he waits for you to come back home. Suffering cuts from the glass he had trouble answering the phone. He got the call hoping it was you but it wasn’t at all.

“Is this Jonghyun of SHINee?” The voice asked

“Um, Yes may I ask who’s called” He sniffed trying to make his voice normal

“Yes this is the hospital calling and we’re afraid that you’re girlfriend has been in a car accident.” Those words hit him hard. His mind went racing, tears flooded his eyes and he began to feel faint.

“Is-is she okay” He choked out

“Thats the thing… She needed immediate surgery to fix her punctured lungs, I’m sorry to say that she only has a 50/50 chance of surviving this” He said morbidly

“No..” He whispered “I-I’ll be right there” He said frantically hanging up his phone.

The drive was awful. Tears blocked his vision as he raced to the hospital. All he could think about is how this could have been prevented if he wasn’t a sorry excuse for a boyfriend. It was all his fault everything he said to you lead up to this and now he’s about to lose the best thing that has ever walked into his life. He parked his car and ran inside the E.R. He walked up to the lady by the computer.

“Mr. Kim Jonghyun?” She asked looking up at him

“Y-Yes” He said “Where is she?” He asked

“She’s still in operation so you’ll have to wait Sir” He said coldly not even bothering to look at him.

He fell into a cold seat his eyes stuck wide open in shock. It almost felt like a dream, he hoped it was one. Everything seemed to be spinning and everyone was giving him looks. He tried to not look weak because he knew that cameras would be on him as he walked out. He decided to rest his head in his hands and take a deep breaths to calm him down but it made him feel worse. Tears starting forming as he realized that today might be the last day he would ever spend with you and he spent it being a dick.

He would never see your smile as you woke up to him staring at you, he’d never see you cutely dancing around to SHINee songs, he’d never see you cook early in the morning for him with messy bed head, he’d never watch you put on makeup skillfully, or prance over to him after award shows, he’d never feel your comforting embrace ever again. He would never touch you ever again and you’d leave this world with sad thoughts about him. 

Tears were streaming down his face before the doctor came out taking off his blood covered gloves. He removed his mask and looked over at Jonghyun sighing.

“W-What happened is she okay?” He asked wiping his tears

“Y/N is very lucky” He said sitting down next to Jonghyun. He already felt a sense of relief wash over him as those words left the doctors mouth but he knew that wasn’t all. “She suffered a punctured lung, bruised and broken ribs, a concussion and a few fractures.” He said looking over at Jonghyun

“I-is she going to be okay?” He asked fearing for the worst.

“Yes actually. All those problems can be fixed with a few months at the hospital and some medicine and she could be ready to go home” The doctor said getting up to shake his hand.

“Thank you so much” He whispered capturing the doctor off guard as he hugged him.

“Y/N is a fighter we lost her two times but she kept coming back she sure is special” He said patting Jonghyuns back then turning away to grab some papers for him to sign.

“She sure is” Jonghyun mumbled quietly.

That night he spent his time sitting in your hospital room signing papers, informing his members and your parents and staring over at you to see if you’d awake. When you did he cried and begged for your apology kissing you as lightly as he could afraid to hurt you. You, even with the bandages around your head, a cast on your hand, and stitches pulled him in for a passionate kiss telling him it’s alright. He sang to you the songs he spent making while you slept to you all night. You finally felt like you had your Jonghyun back.

[taemin-tea-blog]

Taemin bringing you out to a fancy restaurant for your anniversary and surprising you with a ring on your dessert plate. He proposes to you and tells you he wants to be with you until time ends.

[the-goddesswrites]

How would Onew and Minho react if you smeared cake all over their face?^^ (You two were dating)

Onew - I think he would treat this like a game, to see who would get more cake on who’s face. ^^ He would do his best to get as much cake on your face. Then he'd tease you and whine, asking you why you made a mess of the livingroom.

Minho - He would laugh a little then kiss you effectively getting cake on your face as well. Then he'd chase you around the house claiming he wanted to clean your face - you two would probably end up in a bit of a steamy make out session by the time he was done with you.

- Admin Bee

[pervingdreams]

SHINee - When you can't sleep

JONGHYUN You were staring into the pitch-black room, sighing the hundredth time. You couldn’t sleep even though you were tired to death. ”____ah”. You yelped in surprise as a voice reached you from your side. ”Can’t sleep?” as you looked to your left, you saw the outlines of Jonghyun’s body, and pouted. ”No,” more didn’t you get to say before your boyfriend was smashing you into his body. ”I’ll sing for you”, he said as he kissed your forehead. KEY “Yah, ___-ah! Stop moving so much! I’m trying to sleep here!” you froze in the midst of a movement, surprised by your boyfriend’s sudden voice. “But I cant sleep” you explained. “Well, I wont either if you don’t stop” Key snapped back. You two stared angrily into each other’s eyes, before Key sighed and angrily turned his back towards you, going back to sleep. You hit the back of his shoulder and turned away from him. “Idiot” you muttered and closed your eyes. TAEMIN You sighed when Taemin kicked you. Again. It wasn’t really hard, but it was annoying. He was one of those persons that just couldn’t stop moving around while sleeping, kicking everything that were close enough to reach. “Tae” you whispered, snuggling towards his chest. “Tae, I cant sleep” you placed your head on his shoulder and punched his chest with a weak hand. “___-ah?” Taemin’s voice was dark and hoarse from sleep. “I can’t sleep” You whispered again. “Oh,” he smiled at you and put his arms around you, pulling you closer. MINHO You couldn’t stop moving. Your mind wouldn’t stop spinning, and the result was a restless body. “___-ah! Stop moving!” you felt strong arms wrap around you, a warm breath tickling the skin on your neck. “W-what are you doing?” you asked with a surprised and weak voice. “I’m trying to sleep” Minho whispered into your nape. You tried to move away from his grasp, and discovered you couldn’t. He was holding onto you too tight. “Minho..” you tried again. “Shh..” he whispered again, relaxing against your body, falling asleep. ONEW Your eyes were closed. Your teeth were grasping towards each other. Your hands balled into tight fists. Not getting any sleep was the worst thing you knew, and you just knew that tomorrow you would be like a zombie, moving around slowly with drool on your chin. You felt annoyed, you felt irritated, and you felt that someone was staring at you. You opened one of your eyes, and looked towards Onew, who were looking at you with a worried face. “What’s wrong?” he asked when he discovered you looking at him. “I just can’t sleep” you whispered, closing your eyes again. Not long after, you felt strong, warm arms wrapping around you. “Then let me tell you a story..” he said as he began to tell a story about a frog and an apple.