Jongkey Stories

What happene when Kibum confesses to Jonghyun after 8 years of friendship

¿Quién podría desaprovechar la oportunidad de tener una cita con su amor platónico? *JongKey*

I will make another chapter for Shineelovers who made this story Ready for this?(Shinee fanfic) just to help out for the update.

i thought he was as dark as night when he actually turned out to be my sun. //discontinued// rest easy jongie. 💗

~This story is somehow inspired by a movie I like to watch~ Jonghyun is fighting against a bad illness that's threatening against his life. But he wants to do it alone. He broke apart from his lover, leaving behind the good memories. His lover doesn't know how much he's suffering. But he promised himself to protect his Kibum because he loves the way he smiles. How will his Kibum react? --This story is finished and edited. Enjoy--

Dos chicos enamorados el uno del otro pero sin llegar a saberlo, hasta que los dos se confiesan sus sentimientos y por cuanto han mantenido sus sentimientos todos estos años.

The day the angel came into Jonghyun’s life was by no means a special one. But every day that came after it was.

When you make mistakes in the past, be sure that they will come back and take their revenge. Well, this is a story about how Lee Taemin fell into a spiral of past mistakes but it cost the life of the one person he truly loved. This is not your regular romance tragedy, this is revenge. Where Lee Taemin has set out to know who hurt the one person that he truly loved. ~ Fanfiction Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jl2ZriUbeLA&ab_channel=Softy COVER AND TRAILER CREDIT: @/shineenstuff on Instagram

Key was in an accident, and lost his memory... Unable to speak to him the way he was once used to, Jonghyun has taken to writing him letters

Lo dibujó en su mundo, lo escribió en sus lineas y no le importó volverse un poeta a medias intentando escribir acerca de un artista con alma de poeta, todo con la única razón de sentirlo cerca.

Minho raised Taemin. He stood by his side through their childhood years like a brother. When it's time for Minho to leave, he tells Taemin that they can't forget each other. Years later, the two meet again. And it turns out that Taemin has forgotten his beloved Hyung! Minho suffers through the loss of the boy he'd loved. But can SHINee events reawaken those memories that Taemin forsook? Did he intentionally forget him? Or is Minho doomed to suffer from a once-requited love with a dongsaeng who now resides in his dorm?

Czasem po prostu trzeba dać komuś odejść. Zapomnieć. To nie takie proste. Nie zapominaj. Jeśli śmierć nie jest końcem? Pomóż mi. Jeśli jest jeszcze coś do zrobienia? Zaufaj. Nie można tak łato się poddać.

Together, they were like Bonnie and Clyde. They fed off of each other, taking turns drawing off one another’s energy to keep going, keep oozing whatever it was that made them so devoted to each other. They were partners in crime, demolishing whoever came between them and their goals – whatever their goal may be in that moment in time.

Hey Kibum, ¿me extrañas? Hey Kibum no te aflijas por el pasado, te amo y eso nunca cambiará. Hey Kibum, ¿podrías regresar en la siguiente vida? Luchare por ti. TWOSHOT ⇢ LA HISTORIA NO ES MÍA, ES UNA PUBLICACIÓN AUTORIZADA POR LA AUTORA.

Juliette is a thriving new girl group in the SM family. One day they meet SHINee and their worlds are changed. Love is found, lost and tested as these girls face the challenges of the idol world. It's not all sugar and spice but there are some nice candy kisses in there at times~

When JongHyun's late coming home, Key can't help but worry... He must push all his fears aside though and focus on the little girl crying out to him. Hopefully JongHyun will come home soon so that he can be washed clean of his worries and focus on loving both his boyfriend and daughter.

My heart skips a beat at the sight of the sleeping Ki Bum in the bed parallel to mine. He looks ethereal in the morning light. I reconsider the dark curtains just because he looks beautiful with the sunlight illuminating his face. I glance at the clock, trying to distract myself and slow down my heartbeat, seeing it is only 6:13 am. Too bright to go back to sleep, too early to get out of bed. I roll over all the way to get a better view of Key, it can't hurt to look at him just for a bit. Blond hair messy and falling softly on his forehead, bow-shaped lips slightly parted, blankets half covering his legs, half on the floor, his torso bare. My heart beat escalated, much too fast to be normal. But what is normal for me? This feeling had been there since the trainee days, not as intense, but always present.