#suju fanfic

[dehydrated-for-donghae]

☝️ this is me, mourning the golden age of Tumblr and times when people talked about SuJu more

hi, I'm annie, '91 line, from the UK. minors dni, with love. it makes me feel icky talking to young people now I'm over 30.

I miss having friends to talk about SuJu and their antics with, so if anyone wants to chat/fangirl/flail about Super Junior, my asks are always open

if anybody out there still wants to read Super Junior fics, I'm happy to write requests. my masterlist includes titles of fics that are half written and rotting in my google docs, but if anyone has any specific scenes they'd like to read... I will write pretty much anything, as long as it's about Super Junior, and as long as it's consensual and legal

and this is also me, looking into the wilderness hoping to make some SuJu friends👇

[inspired-by-the-music]

Maybe I noticed you first, and I didn’t know how to tell you. Maybe before you sketched your first portrait of me, I wrote my first song about you. Maybe before you painted your first portrait of me, I hummed my first song about you.

I can’t remember the first time I saw you. You were a blurry picture at first because I only saw you through passing glances. If you caught me staring, I feared, my world would catch fire! Maybe that seems irrational now, but my fear was not baseless. My face had been burning scarlet since you appeared in one of those dull school hallways. Maybe you didn’t notice.

I remember the first time I heard you say my name, though. It happened in one of those dull school hallways. You were walking with Heechul. He tended to walk two steps ahead of you. How did you keep up with him? 

Maybe it wasn’t easy for you to keep up. You were out of breath, wheezing, when you told Heechul, “You better not tell Yesung that I like him! If you do, I’ll never forgive you.”

Smirking, Heechul stilled. You crashed into him. His smirk blossomed into a full smile as he grabbed you around to the shoulders to steady you. “Don’t kid yourself,” he said. “You couldn’t hold a grudge against me if you tried.”

The glare you shot at Heechul wasn’t even slightly intimidating. While Heechul howled with laughter, I snorted. I hid the sound by slamming my locker closed.

I don’t think you noticed. Still glaring at Heechul, you said, “I’m serious. I would be embarrassed enough if Yesung found out how much I like him. I’d be embarrassed and furious if he learned from your big mouth.”

“Hide your sketchbook a little better, then,” Heechul taunted. He reached for your little sky-blue book, but you shrank away from him. “You’ve said, what, two words to each other? Wouldn’t be embarrassing if he saw—”

Heechul stopped talking the moment you turned away from him. Hugging your sketchbook against your chest, you sped down the hallway. 

I brushed past Heechul on my walk toward you. I tried to catch up, but I don’t think you noticed. You were too far ahead. You were too quick for me.

I couldn’t catch my breath for the rest of the day. I was still breathless when I sat in my corner of the music room that afternoon. I tore a blank piece of sheet music out of my notebook, and on it I wrote my first letter to you. 

I wrote to tell you, I like you. 

And, It would be embarrassing if you knew how much I like you. 

And, Maybe it would be more embarrassing if you never knew how much I like you. 

And, Definitely it would be more embarrassing if I was too afraid to tell you how much I like you. 

And, I’ve never been shy, but I don’t know how to say the first word to you. 

And, Maybe you could show me your sketchbook sometime. 

And, Maybe I could show you my songbook sometime. 

And, I don’t mind if I’m your muse. 

And, Maybe you were mine first. 

And, I’ve written songs about the way you look from my corner of the cafeteria.

And, I’ve written songs about the way you might sound saying my name. 

And, I’ve written songs about the way I dream you might look at me if you, if I, if we—if we could walk together for a while. 

I signed it:

Yours eternally, 

Yesung

[sujuimagines]

…working on a Super Junior/Donghae Mafia AU … we’ll see how it goes 😅

[gayashawol]

guys, please send me requests. i love making people happy/laugh/excited for my content!!! i’m really open to anything really! even if it’s not shinee, or any sm entertainment artists, i wanna do my homework and give you the best i’ve ever given!!!

(i am open to angst, fluff and smut!! please look at my intro for more information!!)

[yeyejie]

Fading Footsteps

Characters: Yesung x Reader Synopsis: Cold winter winds may erase the warmth of our love, but the echo of fading footsteps will forever linger, reminding us of the beauty we once shared.

A/N: it's my first time writing a kpop x reader fanfic, so be nice haha. feel free to let me know what you think of the story too. :D

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As the wind whispered through the streets of Seoul, a sense of melancholy filled the air, matching the weight that rested upon your heart. You sat alone at the familiar corner table of your favorite cafe, the place that held countless memories of laughter, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. But tonight, the atmosphere felt different—tinged with both nostalgia and an impending farewell.

You traced your fingers over the rim of your untouched cup, your mind drifting back to the early days when your love was vibrant and hopeful. Yesung, the one who had once ignited your soul, had become a distant presence in your life. The road you had traveled together had grown increasingly treacherous, filled with bumps and bruises that left wounds in your once unbreakable bond.

Though Yesung believed in the enduring strength of your love, you could no longer find solace in the promises you had made. The flames that once burned passionately had dwindled, leaving behind only fading embers. The realization pierced your heart, for you knew that it was time to release the grip that held you together and set each other free.

Tonight was the night you would confront Yesung, your fates intertwining one final time before parting ways. The thought of severing the ties that had bound you for years was both terrifying and liberating. With every passing moment, your determination solidified, and your resolve grew stronger like the snowflakes threatening to fall outside the window.

Yesung was away, lost in the rhythm of a neighboring city's music festival, unaware of the storm brewing within you. He had promised to join you as soon as his last performance concluded, unknowingly stepping into the final act of your tragic love story.

As the minutes ticked by, your mind wandered between the echoes of memories and the anticipation of what lay ahead. You knew that tonight would change your lives irrevocably, leaving scars that may never fully heal. But you also held onto a glimmer of hope, believing that this painful ending would pave the way for a new beginning—a chance for both of you to find happiness on separate paths.

With each passing second, the weight of the decision grew heavier, yet you steeled yourself, ready to face the inevitable. You would bid farewell to the warmth of your shared memories, embracing the cold reality of a future without Yesung by your side.

Tonight, as the snow threatened to fall upon the city of Seoul, you braced yourself for the final chapter of your love story—a chapter that would forever alter the course of your lives. And in the silence of the cafe, you whispered your goodbyes, both to the man you had loved and to the person you used to be.

As tears welled up in your eyes, a bittersweet montage of memories played like a film reel in your mind. Each scene flickered before you, capturing the happiest moments you and Yesung had shared, intertwined with the painful fragments that had chipped away at your love.

You saw yourselves dancing under the moonlight, laughing, and spinning in each other's arms. The sound of Yesung's laughter echoed in your ears, his voice like a soothing melody that once filled your world with joy. But the image quickly shifted, morphing into the arguments that had grown more frequent; the words exchanged were like daggers, piercing deep into your hearts.

There were nights when you curled up together, seeking refuge in each other's warmth and finding solace in whispered promises of forever. The tenderness of Yesung's touch lingered on your skin, igniting a fire that burned passionately. But those moments gave way to the coldness of silent resentment, when affection turned into indifference and every touch felt hollow, devoid of the love it once carried.

You recalled the adventures you embarked on, exploring new places hand in hand with hearts full of excitement and wonder. The world seemed brighter and more vibrant in each other's company. But the scenes blurred into the nights you spent apart, waiting anxiously for Yesung's return and feeling the distance between you grow wider with each passing day.

Amidst the memories of laughter and tears, whispers of "I love you" filled the air. The warmth of those words enveloped you, reminding you of the deep connection you had once shared. But those echoes were overshadowed by the harsh reality of hurtful exchanges, where the love that once bound you had become entangled in resentment and unspoken frustrations.

As the montage reached its crescendo, the weight of it all bore down on your fragile heart. The love you held for Yesung was undeniable, but love alone could no longer sustain the toxicity that had seeped into your relationship. Despite your resolve to end things, the pain was still searing, tearing through the remnants of a love that had slowly crumbled.

In the solitude of the cafe, your emotions broke free, with tears streaming down your face as the floodgates of heartbreak opened wide. It was a cathartic release, a cleansing of the wounds that ran deep, a mixture of sorrow for what was lost and relief for what might lie ahead.

The snowflakes continued to fall gracefully upon the city of Seoul, casting a serene blanket of white upon the bustling streets. Amidst the wintry beauty, you sat alone at the cafe, your gaze fixed on the picturesque scene before you. The city's ethereal charm, once captivating and enchanting, now serves as a painful reminder of the stark contrast within your heart.

An hour had passed since your arrival, and though your tears had ceased, traces of your sorrow lingered in your reddened eyes and the occasional quiver of your breath. As you watched the snow dance and settle, you couldn't help but resent its beauty, for it seemed to mock the tumultuous emotions swirling within you.

How could something so tranquil exist when your own world felt shattered?

Lost in your thoughts, you battled with conflicting emotions. Doubt crept into your mind, tempting you to reconsider your decision. The weight of what lay ahead bore down upon you, causing another wave of tears to well up. The empathetic gazes of strangers lingered upon you, their unspoken understanding a poignant reminder that pain and heartbreak were universal experiences.

Suddenly, a familiar figure emerged through the snowy haze. Yesung, still adorned in his stage outfit and remnants of stage makeup, approached with a radiant smile that seemed to illuminate the wintry night. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight, a bittersweet mix of love and sadness flooding your being. This was the moment you had been dreading—the moment when you would shatter Yesung's joy with your painful truth.

Your gaze met his, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of your shared memories, both blissful and agonizing, enveloped you. Yesung's smile faltered ever so slightly, as if sensing the heaviness in the air. You could see the confusion and concern etched on his face—an unspoken question hanging between you.

In that frozen moment, you knew you couldn't turn back. This was the right decision, however heartbreaking it may be. With a deep breath and a resolve fortified by love and self-preservation, you steeled yourself for the conversation that would forever alter your lives.

The snow continued to fall, and your meeting point was a stark juxtaposition of beauty and pain. Yesung and you stood on the precipice of an ending, your paths diverging in the bitter cold of the winter night. The weight of your unspoken farewell lingered, as if the city itself held its breath in anticipation of your next steps.

This scene encapsulated the ache in your heart and the profound contrast between your heavy emotions and Yesung's radiant facade. It served as a poignant reminder that sometimes, even in the most picturesque moments, beauty can mask profound sorrow.

As the hours passed, you made a conscious decision to bury your inner turmoil and immerse yourself in a facade of normalcy. Sitting across from Yesung in the familiar confines of the cafe, you put on a brave face, determined to cherish these last moments of blissful ignorance.

You smiled at him, your eyes filled with warmth and genuine affection. "How was your performance? I bet you were amazing as always."

Yesung's face lit up at your words, his excitement evident. "Ah, it was crazy, I tell you! The energy from the crowd was electrifying. I couldn't have asked for a better audience."

You chuckled softly, your heart aching at his genuine enthusiasm. "You always know how to captivate the crowd. You're a true artist."

He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. "Well, I always give my all on stage. It's where I feel most alive, and I'm glad I can share that with the fans."

As you gazed into his eyes, you couldn't help but see the passion and dedication that fueled his performances. Kanghoon was not just an entertainer but a charismatic artist, with a soul that poured into every note and lyric.

He reached across the table, his fingers gently grazing yours. "And how was your day? Did anything interesting happen?"

You took a moment to compose yourself, your voice steady as you replied, "Just the usual. Work, errands, and the mundane But being here with you makes every day extraordinary."

Yesung's smile widened, his eyes shining with adoration. "You have a way of making the ordinary feel extraordinary, my love. Your presence brings so much joy to my life."

You couldn't help but be swept away by his charm and the sincerity in his words. It was moments like these that made you question your decision and doubt if you could really walk away from this love that had once been everything.

But deep down, you knew that love alone couldn't fix the cracks that had formed in your relationship. The battles, the pain, the toxic cycle you found yourselves trapped in—it was taking its toll on both of you.

For now, you chose to embrace the fleeting moments of tenderness, basking in the warmth of Yesung's company and the echoes of what once was. In this fragile bubble of normalcy, you held onto the illusion of unbroken love even as the weight of reality threatened to shatter it.

The cafe embraced your whispered conversations and laughter, oblivious to the storm of emotions raging within you. As the night wore on, you couldn't help but wonder if this fragile respite was the calm before the storm, the final chapter of a love story reaching its heartbreaking conclusion.

But for now, you held Kanghoon's hand, cherishing the moments that slipped through your fingers like sand, knowing that the hardest part was yet to come.

-

As you walked along the illuminated path by the Hangang River, the vibrant rainbow lights casting a mesmerizing glow, you felt a lump form in your throat. The time had come to confront the truth and lay bare your heart.

With a deep breath, you suddenly halted, your hand gently grabbing his arm. He turned to you, surprise etched across his face, but that quickly transformed into anticipation as you leaned in for a passionate kiss. It was a rare display of public affection, a momentary defiance against the constraints that bound you both.

The kiss lingered, filled with longing and bittersweet intensity. Yesung's heart raced, his thoughts consumed by the rush of emotions flooding through him. But just as he began to lose himself in the connection, you pulled away, your tear-stained face a stark contrast to the moment you had just shared.

He looked at you, concern and confusion mingling in his eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

You took a shaky breath, searching for the right words amidst the torrent of emotions swirling inside you. "Kanghoon-ah, my love, do you remember that night when we first met? It feels like a lifetime ago now, doesn't it?"

Yesung's brows furrowed, and his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "Of course I remember. It was a magical night that changed our lives. I can never forget it even if I tried."

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you recalled the memories that shaped your relationship—the highs and lows that led you to this moment. "Yes, it was magical. But somewhere along the way, we lost sight of the magic, didn't we? We let it slip through our fingers, and now... now it feels like we're holding onto something that's already broken."

His expression shifted, realization dawning upon him. "Are you... Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

You nodded, your voice trembling with sorrow. "I've tried, Kanghoon-ah. I've tried to salvage what we had, to ignore the pain, and to fight for us. But I can't anymore. We've become tangled in a web of hurt and misunderstandings. I don't want our love to be a battlefield, where every step we take is filled with landmines waiting to explode."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, desperate to hold onto what was slipping away. "Please, my love. Don't give up on us. We can work through this. I'll change; I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

Your voice quivered as you struggled to find the strength to let go. "Oh, Kanghoon, it's not about changing who we are. It's about accepting that sometimes love isn't enough. We've tried, and it hurts me more than words can express to say this, but it's time for us to find our own paths, to heal and grow separately."

His eyes pleaded with you, filled with a mix of desperation and determination. "But I love you more than anything. Can't we find a way back to each other?"

You hugged yourself, your body shaking with silent sobs. "Love is a powerful force, Kanghoon-ah, but it's not always enough. Sometimes, we need more than love. We need understanding, trust, and the ability to make each other truly happy. And right now, I can't honestly say that we have all those things."

Yesung's voice cracked as he reached out, his fingers intertwined with yours. "Please, don't leave me. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Through your tears, you whispered, "I never wanted to hurt you, Kanghoon-ah. But I can't keep hurting myself either. We need to let each other go, so we can find happiness in our own separate ways."

As the silence stretched between them, the weight of their unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air. Yesung's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions, unsure of how to respond to your impending farewell. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, yet he knew deep down that your happiness mattered above all else.

Finally, breaking the silence, your voice trembled as you found the courage to speak. "Thank you, Kanghoon-ah, for everything. I'll always cherish the moments we shared together, from the simplest gestures to the grandest adventures. You gave me a glimpse of a world I never thought I'd be a part of. For that, I'm eternally grateful."

Tears streamed down your face as you continued, your voice laced with both sorrow and determination. "I'll miss you more than words can express. There may come a time when I'll regret this decision, and my heart might ache for what we've lost. But right now, I truly believe that this is the best choice for both of us. We deserve to find happiness, even if it means walking separate paths."

Yesung's eyes mirrored your pain as he desperately searched for a way to change your mind. "Please, give us another chance. I can fix our relationship; I know we can. We've been through so much together, and I still believe in us," he pleaded, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and desperation.

But your decision was final, and you shook your head, your voice firm yet filled with sadness. "I appreciate your love and willingness to try, Yesung, but we've reached a point where it's best for both of us to move on. You deserve to find happiness, even if it's not with me. Open your heart to new possibilities and allow yourself to be happy."

Tears welled up in Yesung's eyes as he realized the depth of your resolve. "I... I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll respect your decision. But please know that you'll always hold a special place in my heart. The memories we created together will forever be cherished."

The bittersweetness of your conversation hung in the frosty air, a testament to the depth of your connection and the difficulty of your parting. You stood there, facing the uncertainty of the future, knowing that your lives would forever be intertwined, even as you walked separate paths.

With a heavy heart, Yesung made a request. "Walk away first, please. Give me some time before I turn around. I want to remember you as you are, before you fade away."

And so, you obliged, taking slow steps backward until you were out of his sight. As Yesung turned around, tears continued to flow down his face, his heart shattering with each passing moment. He gazed in the direction you had gone, knowing that this marked the definitive end of your relationship.

In a broken voice, Yesung cursed under his breath, the words lacking the sting they once held. "Damn you for hurting me like this," he whispered. Deep down, he knew that his love for you would never waver, even in the face of heartbreak.

[thekpop-illnessgotme]

Yeah so... I'm writing again some shitty fanfictions. Please don't mind me....

If you wanna read feel free.

It's a somewhat new group for me.

Be nice

Great day

[ineunhaeshead]

Me rendiré cuando las gardenias del corredor se marchiten.

Ese lunes llegó temprano del trabajo. La luz que entrababa por las ventanas pintaba de tonos cálidos su hogar. Eran las cuatro de la tarde y en su mano sostenía una bolsa de tela llena de papas. Lee Hyukjae parecía buscar a alguien en casa mientras analizaba que en realidad “ser el jefe” implicaba, la mayoría del tiempo, llegar antes que todos al trabajo e irte de último. No recordaba con exactitud la última vez que había estado en casa a una hora que no fuera después o durante la cena. 

Se detuvo en medio de la sala y dejó salir un enorme suspiro. En casa no había nadie. Manteniendo la calma, se apresuró a la salida, subió de nuevo a su auto y pisó el acelerador conduciendo cuesta abajo.

Cuando llegó a su destino paseó su vista hasta que por fin, a lo lejos, logró visualizar un cuerpo pequeño y encorvado sentado en una banqueta con algunas palomas que le rodeaban bajo sus pies. Bajó del auto y caminó en su dirección.

—¡Señor Lee Kang Heon!  —el pequeño hombre giró su cabeza lentamente y entrecerró sus ojos bajo las enormes gafas para lograr verlo bien. Le sonrió despreocupado y se hizo a un lado dejándole espacio para sentarse junto a él. —Lo hizo de nuevo, y ni siquiera se tomó la molestia de llamar y avisarme.

—No tengo que pedirte permiso de nada, mocoso, soy un adulto y sé cuidarme solo.  —Hyukjae tomó un puñado de migajas de pan del recipiente que sostenía el otro hombre y las lanzó al suelo.

—¿Nunca ha oído el dicho de que hay un punto en el que el padre se vuelve el hijo y el hijo el padre? Papá, estamos en ese punto ya.

Lee Kang Heon no le contestó, tampoco lo miró de vuelta. Hyukjae lo miró preocupado unos segundos y luego esperó a que su padre terminara el recipiente de migajas. 

En el camino de vuelta a casa Hyukjae se preguntó si la renuencia a aceptar la vejez y la terquedad en general venía inherente luego de los 60 años y todos pasaban por eso o simplemente solo era su padre el que era de esa manera. Finalmente, Hyukjae volvió a hablar.

—Sabes que yo solo me preocupo por ti. Eres lo más importante en mi vida.

—Ese es el problema.  —Hyukjae sostuvo el volante con ambas manos en vez de una sola y se preparó para lo que venía a continuación.  —No debería de ser así. Tienes 36 años y no tienes una pareja siquiera. No puedo dejar este mundo si eso supone que te quedarás solo. Ese es justo el problema, solo me tienes a mí.

—¿Y eso qué tiene que ver con que te fuiste a alimentar palomas y no me avisaste?  —su propio comentario lo hizo reír un poco — Además, ¿Sungmin está pintado o qué? Ha sido mi amigo desde los 15, y aunque quisiese, papá, nunca me dejará en paz, eso te lo aseguro. 

Hyukjae comprendía las preocupaciones de su padre perfectamente, pero a veces tratar de explicar algunas cosas desde su lado de la brecha generacional hasta el lado de su padre lo obligaban a preferir mil veces resolver en tiempo récord un desfalco financiero de la empresa en 1 mes con un protocolo de contención de 3 meses. 

En ese período de tiempo, no solo la empresa se empezaba a caer en pedazos, sino que su vida ya llevaba medio camino de estarse despedazando, porque durante esa crisis financiera, a pesar del enorme estrés y frustración, se dio cuenta que ya había recorrido lo suficiente como para mandar todo a la mierda y arriesgarlo todo por algo que todo su ser cantaba en coro disparates que susurraba su corazón pero que nunca había querido escuchar, así que terminó su relación de 3 años con la mujer más ilógicamente conveniente y perfecta; aprendió, a las malas, el valor de no precisamente mentirle a su padre pero tampoco de decirle toda la verdad. Y ante las amenazas de Kang Heon de lo que le pasaría si no regresaba con aquella mujer, Hyukjae dijo “Este mes ha sido muy caótico, y me di cuenta durante ese tiempo de que lo último que necesito ahora es casarme. Necesito unas vacaciones y tú necesitas agradecerme por salvar tu legado y no haberme matado en el intento, y agradecerle a ese bufete de abogados que son demasiado excelentes en su trabajo”.

 -

 —Yo solo quiero que seas feliz, lo sabes.

Hyukjae vio a su padre mirarlo consternado desde el otro lado de la mesa mientras masticaba sus papas con queso. Definitivamente las personas vuelven a ser unos niños cuando envejecen, su padre tenía el paladar de un niño de 5 años y se había vuelto un niño muy obstinado también. 

—No sé, papá, tal vez casarme y tener 4 hijos para malcriarlos no sea algo que me haga feliz.

—Bueno, mocoso sarcástico, pues estar solo es algo muy deprimente y desgraciado igual.

Hyukjae vio la terquedad y la determinación que caracterizaba a los Lee brillar a través de los ojos de su padre, entonces suspiró derrotado y dejó de tensar sus hombros.

—Nunca te rendirás con el tema, ¿cierto?

—Me rendiré cuando las gardenias del corredor se marchiten.

Lee Kang Heon cuidaba aquellas flores blancas con más afecto del que recibió Hyukjae en toda su vida; de hecho, esas gardenias estaban más conservadas y saludables que los pasantes de la empresa. Estaba cada día más convencido que su padre vivía sus días para esas gardenias y para hostigar a Hyukjae con el mismo tema. A lo que se refería su padre era que de la única forma en que esas gardenias se marchitaran sería cuando él falte en este plano de la vida, entonces, eso significaba que iba a insistir con el tema hasta su último aliento.

—Te amo, papá, esto que hago o lo que no hago, no lo hago para molestarte y lo sabes muy bien.

Kang Heon le sonrió a su asombroso hijo cálidamente y siguió hurgando el queso en sus papas. Escuchó como Hyukjae contestaba una llamada y se levantaba de su silla mientras empezaba a apresurarse a la salida mientras decía una excusa como “el vigilante vino a dejarme el reloj que dejé en la oficina” o algo así, las excusas que su hijo inventaba comenzaban a ser cada vez menos elaboradas. 

Al escuchar la puerta principal cerrarse, se bajó de la silla y caminó lentamente hacia el dormitorio de invitados, el cual era bodega también, y sacó una caja de madera la cual arrastró hasta la ventana. 

Siendo sincero, su hijo había cumplido y superado sus expectativas toda la vida, y cuando tomaba una decisión que le parecía fuera de lugar, con el tiempo había comprendido que había criado a un gran hombre, inteligente, sincero, paciente, considerado, sensible y seguro de sí mismo, y entonces fue aprendiendo a confiar en él. 

Ya arriba de aquella caja, se asomó por la ventana y con su anciana visión alcanzó a ver el notable y lujoso auto gris frente al edificio. Kang Heon pensó en que quizás no fue el padre perfecto, no fue el más afectivo ni el más comunicativo, pero seguía trabajando en ello incluso a esta avanzada edad, la cuestión era que él quería que Hyukjae comprendiera que no había cosa en el mundo que lo hiciera dejar de amar a su propio hijo y que supiera que podía contar con su padre en lo que fuera. Entonces, ¿por qué era tan difícil hacerle saber eso a su hijo? Bueno porque todavía no se había graduado de la escuela de habilidades en comunicación asertiva y porque a veces hablar de situaciones incómodas son menos incómodas cuando tus hijos son adolescentes que cuando ya son todos unos adultos.

Bajo sus ojos estaba la ciudad vestida de una hermosa noche de primavera y se encontraba su hijo de 36 años corriendo como si tuviera 20 años menos hacia aquel auto que ya estaba acostumbrado a ver, de este se bajó un hombre de cabello y atuendo impecable, el cual también estaba ya acostumbrado a ver. Y antes de regresar a la cocina vio cómo su hijo besaba los labios de aquel hombre. Kang Heon podía ser un anciano entrometido y hasta chismoso a veces, pero también sabía que existían límites y que su hijo merecía privacidad.

Lee Hyukjae, su asombroso hijo, estaba fallando en 2 cosas: En pensar que algo cambiaría en él ante alguna decisión que tomara y en pensar que por tener 79 años era tonto y no se iba a dar cuenta que algo más había pasado durante aquella crisis financiera, crisis de la cual Hyukjae no habla sin mencionar al bufete de abogados financieros, y sabía perfectamente que cuando su hijo se refería a ese bufete, en plural, en realidad se refería a un solo abogado, en singular, el hombre del lujoso auto gris, el hombre que Lee Kang Heon estaba cien por ciento seguro que hacía feliz a su hijo.

-

 —¿A qué le sonríes, papá?

Para cuando su hijo regresó, notó que en efecto le habían ido a devolver su reloj, y mientras estuvo ausente había tenido tiempo suficiente para darse cuenta de muchas cosas y de juntar el valor para tomar una decisión y sin más, soltó:

—Estaba pensando que fuese bueno que lo invitaras a cenar. O al menos a subir, porque a veces lo tienes ahí afuera en pleno invierno, eres un mocoso grosero.

                                                      FIN

Ya casi se cumplen 8 meses desde que el papá de Hyukjae dejó este plano. Lo extrañamos mucho don Lee, gracias por ser un gran padre y haber criado a un gran hombre. Espero que también se le escape en la madrugada a San Pedro para comer cosas que no debe, así como se le escapaba a su familia.

[kumikeroppi]

hello everyone! my name is kumi and i make fanfictions! i've been a kpop fan since 2008 and so i feel like i'm qualified to write about snsd and super junior! i also write for shinee, red velvet, exo, twice, monsta x and tvxq!

you can send me submissions and i will do them!

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Ships

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

Yesung part 5 (1)

Warning: Injury involving blood

Yesung had gone over to his lovely girlfriends’ house to see how she was doing and to find out just exactly what it was she wanted to do during their time together. He knew it would only be a couple weeks, but he wanted to make it relaxing and fun for her. He could see how much stress she was in when he sneaked glances at her over dinner or during a movie, and it pained him to know she was suffering alone because she didn’t want to be a burden to him. He understood, of course, but wished she would let him help her, even if she just vented and screamed about things that were bothering her instead of stockpiling everything up inside and not telling anyone. He knew that because of her unusually high stress levels and anxiety disorder she felt like she couldn’t trust anyone and had nobody to talk to about anything, but he was always just a phone call or a text away.

Standing on her porch he checked his phone again quickly to make sure there were no sudden schedule updates or changes for him or the group. Yes, he was going to surprise her with an unexpected visit but he didn’t want her to maybe look out the window to see him and then suddenly he leaves. He raised his hand to knock on the door, lightly but loud enough she should be able to hear from the other side.

“Y/N, are you home? Is everything ok?”

Nothing. Well, he should have expected as much. If she didn’t know he was coming she may have gone to bed already. He thought about calling her and then he got to thinking.

“Oh, right. She has work tonight. Well, I’ll be there to pick you up so we can start relaxing together and get your mind off work, ok?”

Still no answer from the other side of the door. Deciding that she must to be asleep already, he turned around to walk off the porch back to his car.

THUD!

He jumped, startled at the sudden loud noise. Then instinct kicked in and he ran back to her door, frantic.

“Y/N? Are you here?” 

Jiggling the doorknob thinking ‘maybe you had just stubbed your toe or something and would be right over to open the door’. Hoping ‘you would be right over in a few minutes to unlock it’. Those thoughts only lasted maybe 5 minutes. She wasn’t coming to the door. That was a very loud thud, almost like you had...

Yesung whipped out his spare key to your house as fast as he could and put the key into the lock, his hands shaking so bad. He was so scared right now, he couldn’t have something happen to you. Not now, not ever. 

He unlocked the door and with a deep breath to try and calm his heart, walked into your house. 

“Y/N, honey? Are you here?”

Nobody answered.

‘Maybe she’s in the closet again?’ He continued looking around and then he saw the coffee table. She had told him so many times that she hated it and wanted to get rid of it but that at times it did serve it’s purpose. He smiled at the thought. That is, until he saw something wrapped around the leg of the table. He followed the wrapped object all the way up, and saw her. Face down on the floor.

“Oh god. Oh no.”

He ran over to her, gently untangling her leg from the table. 

“Princess, can you hear me? Are you ok?”

Fear crept into his heart and mind as she didn’t respond. No, this can’t happen! He carefully picked her up, laying her head on his chest to check for injuries. He saw a gash in her forehead and, without caring what may be said to him later, ripped his entire sleeve off to try and stop the bleeding wound. He never went to medical school and the health classes always seemed so boring so he didn’t pay any attention to what was said. But now, seeing his precious girlfriend laying there helpless, he wished he would have listened. After his sleeve had been tied around her head, he pulled out his phone.

“Leeteuk, Leeteuk, Leeteuk.” Scrolling through his contacts to find his leaders’ phone number, he smashed the call button immediately.

“Come on, please please pick up.”

“Hello..?”

“HYUNGHELPME!!”

“Oww..wait Yesung? What happened, what’s wrong??”

“I need your help, I don’t know what to do!! She fell and there’s a cut and it won’t stop and she’s not talking. I’m scared, I’m so scared, I can’t lose her!” Trying to hold back his tears from spilling out he tells Leeteuk what happened, what he saw when he walked in.

“Ok, ok. Let me think-”

“THERESNOTIMEFORTHAT!!”

“Again, ow. Ok, I can be over in a bit, I just need the address. Do you want me to call an ambulance for you?”

An ambulance would take forever. “No, how fast can you get here? I’ll just put her in the back of my car and hold her, but I’ll need you to drive me to the hospital. I’ll try to find her medical card after you get here. I don’t want to leave her alone right now, something bad might happen.”

“Ok, I’m leaving right now. Text me the address so I can put it into my GPS. Just hold on, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Alright, but hurry. PLEASE!!”

Yesung hung up, hoping and praying that Leeteuk could get here quickly. 

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here, I should have been. I can’t lose you. Do you understand? That would hurt me so much. Please don’t leave me alone, princess.” He put his head on yours, sobbing in fear. What was he going to do?

Leeteuk pulled up outside and got out, walking up to the door quickly when he noticed the door was wide open. 

“Geez, what was he thinking to fling the door open and not bother shutting it after??”

Leeteuk walked into the house and after seeing Yesung on the floor he walked over to help him up.

“No, I want you to take her to my car. Put her in the back seat and I should be there by that time.”

“Yesung, why don’t we use my car instead. It’s newer and faster. Seeing you like this must mean it’s bad, so I’ll take her to my car and I can sit with her while you find her phone and her medical information. But be quick, this is literally a medical emergency.”

“I KNOW THAT ALREADY!...Sorry. I know that, I’m just worried about her.”

“I understand, but you need to try to calm down a bit so you can think logically. Now hand her to me.”

Yesung hated seeing you like this but there was no time to waste. As Leeteuk said, this was a medical emergency. A life or death situation. 

“Alright, just please be careful with her. She’s incredibly fragile, and I don’t want my sweet angel to start bruising.”

“Yeah, I got it. Now the faster you let me take your girlfriend to my car the sooner you can grab her things and we can get her to the hospital.”

Yesung carefully handed you to Leeteuk and Leeteuk carefully stood back up to carry you to his car. It was newer than Yesung’s but only by a few years. The minute his arms were empty Yesung started crying. He knew you were safe for now but he felt empty. He got up from the floor, smashing his foot through the coffee table. He was mad at that damn stupid table and he was mad at himself for not being there. 

‘There’s no time for this. I have to find her phone and cards.’

Looking around he quickly found your work bag on the table and opened it.

“I’m sorry for snooping but I need your phone. Please forgive me.” He said out loud to nobody. He carefully took everything out, but your phone wasn’t in here. From the table he could see the cooler she took to work with her in the sink and he walked over into the kitchen.

‘She wouldn’t have left her phone in here before soaking the cooler, would she?’

He knew that was a ridiculous question, but he had to consider everything.

“OH! It’s probably charging in her room. And while I’m there maybe I can find her purse for the medical cards.”

Leeteuk suddenly yelled out from the back of his car “Have you found her stuff yet? The cut is starting to leak through....whatever it is you used as a wrap for her head.”

“No, not yet. I think the phone and cards are in her room, I’m gonna run up there really quick.”

“Well be careful, I don’t want to have to rush 2 people to the hospital.”

Yesung quickly and carefully ran upstairs to your room, again apologizing before he entered. He felt so weird just snooping around your house. Looking around quickly he immediately found your phone on the nightstand, charging. 

“Yes! Now to find the purse, or a wallet.”

He found the purse on your bed next to a bag and a suitcase, he was guessing these had been packed beforehand for you to take to his place for your PTO break. He briefly looked through the purse, found your wallet and opened it. Bingo! He found the cards. There were too many so he closed the wallet and took it and your phone with him back downstairs as he heard a car honking.

“I’m coming! I had to look in her room.”

Yesung ran out into the driveway after he made sure everything was turned off and your door was locked securely. Then he locked his car back up on the way past, and got into the backseat of Leeteuk’s car. 

“You ready?”

“DUH!! Now hurry, please Hyung.”

Yesung and Leeteuk buckled themselves up and Yesung made sure you were buckled and then rested your head on his chest, holding you in his arms. Leeteuk started the car and peeled out of the driveway, onto the main road.

“Ok now I need the location of the nearest hospital, I’m not familiar with this area.”

Yesung looked up different area hospitals to see which one would be closer and gave Leeteuk the address. Leeteuk merged into the other lane continuing to speed down the highway not knowing there was a cop close behind. The cop signaled to Leeteuk to pull over and Yesung noticed.

“DON’T YOU DARE PULL OVER! I’ll pay for the ticket later, just pull into the parking lot and then stall the cop until after I get her inside.”

“Yesung, I have to obey the rules.”

“SCREW THE DAMN RULES HYUNG! For once in your life, do something reckless. Please don’t let her die!”

Leeteuk sighed and rolled down his window, putting his arm out to signal that he would be going into the hospital parking lot. The cop temporarily turned his lights off.

The minute they pulled into the parking lot by the Emergency entrance, Yesung unbuckled himself and you, picking you back up and running to the entrance just as the cop was walking up to the car.

“Sir, I need to speak to you and the driver.”

“I can’t right now. I’ll be right back out after I get her checked into the hospital, I can’t have her out here. Please try to understand. That’s my friends’ car and he’s still in it. He knows what’s going on and can explain it to you in detail. Now please excuse me!”

Yesung left and ran towards the entrance without letting the cop give him an answer. The cop turned to walk towards Leeteuk, who was now outside his car, apparently waiting for the cop to come and talk to him about his speeding.

“I’m sorry officer, we had to get here quickly. That’s his girlfriend, she tripped over the coffee table at her house and cut her head on the way down. The guy carrying her is her boyfriend. They haven’t been dating for long but she means the world to him. I know I shouldn’t have been speeding and I’m very sorry. It was an emergency.”

“Ok, but I’ll have to give you a ticket. Just pay it when you get the chance. I’m not going to make you guys take care of it now.”

“Thank you so much for your understanding, and I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll make him drive his own car from now on.”

“Good.”

The cop walked away, back to his car and left. Leeteuk locked his car and headed towards the hospital entrance.

As soon as Yesung had ran into the hospital (he knew you aren’t supposed to run in medical buildings but he didn’t care), he saw a line at the counter of people waiting to be checked in for minor injuries.

He walked up to the counter quickly, pissing everyone else and the staff off.

“I’m sorry but you’ll have to stand in line.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. My girlfriend may be dying from blood loss because she cut her head after falling and you want me to stand in a line when you could help me help her by taking us now?”

One of the women behind the counter asked him to come over there, she would help him get into the emergency area so his girlfriend could be seen. He was asked her name and birthday and he told the woman.

“If I can put her onto a bed I can pull out her medical info and her phone.”

“No, don’t worry about it. You can hold her until we get there and get her checked and all patched up. It looks pretty bad. How did it happen again?”

He understood she was trying to be nice and he would have gladly told her again if she would have continued walking but she had stopped. 

“Shehitherheadonthefloorafterherleggotcaughtaroundthelegofhercoffeetable! Can we please keep going? She’s my girlfriend and she’s everything to me. I can’t lose her!”

The woman started walking again, still trying to figure out what he said was the reason she hurt her head. They finally made it back to a room and Yesung sat down on the bed, still holding you in his arms. A doctor came in and told him he could set her down now. While he had been waiting for the woman who brought him back (she finally said she was a nurse) to go and find a doctor, he carefully set her head down on his lap to pull her medical cards out of the wallet he found and her phone to unlock it. Seeing the phone was unlocked was a bit unnerving to him, but it did help him find your contacts and work phone number. He saved them in his phone for later (just in case) and by that time the doctor had come in.

“Well, who do we have here?”

He stepped closer to the bed the two of you were on and then smiled.

“Oh, is this your girlfriend? How cute. She looks fine, except for that nasty gash in her head. Hahaha.”

Yesung tried his best to keep calm. “Can you just patch her up, or whatever she needs? Please, I need to help her.”

The doctor stood there for a while, pondering. Then he opened his mouth to give an answer.

“Yes, I believe we can help her. Do you have her medical information?”

“Yes.”

Yesung handed the medical cards to the doctor while he looked them over. The doctor flipped the cards over and then back to the front. Then he handed them back to Yesung.

“I’m sorry, we can’t accept these.”

“What?!? Why can’t you?”

“Well, these are expired. Do you know where she works? Have they contacted her about renewing her medical coverage?”

“I don’t know! I found these in her purse after she fell, I told my friend to take her out to his car and sit with her while I got them. If she isn’t covered I’ll pay for it. Whatever she needs. Please just help her!”

Yesung was once again on the verge of tears. How can he help you when you aren’t covered by medical insurance? 

“It’s alright. We’ll fix her right up, but she’ll need to be admitted immediately for surgery.”

“Ok. I’ll pay for everything, just bill me later. I can fill out all the paperwork and everything, just help her.”

The doctor called the nurse back in and asked for her to help lay the girl down on the bed and to get her ready for surgery.

“Now it will probably take a few hours to assess the situation and figure out what exactly needs to be fixed. So if you’d like to go home and rest in the mean time just write down your number and what time of day you can be reached and we’ll call you when she’s done.”

“No, that’s ok. I can stay here. Just help her, please.”

The nurse asked Yesung to leave the room so she could get his girlfriend ready for surgery but he said no. 

“I’m going to stay here and hold her hand so she knows she isn’t alone.”

“Sir, she’s completely unconscious. She can’t see, hear or feel anything right now.”

“Shh, you’ll upset her. Just let me stay here, please. I won’t look at anything, but I need to be in the room with her. She has anxiety problems and really bad panic attacks. I don’t want her to wake up and see that she’s all alone.”

“Alright. You can stay and hold her hand. Just don’t get in the way while I’m changing her.”

“I won’t, as long as you can be quick about this.”

The nurse finally got you changed and ready for surgery, and the doctor came in with another nurse to help take you back into the operation room.

“Just wait until I fill out the paperwork, then you can take her.”

“Sir, you want to help her, right? She needs to be operated on now. If we wait any longer we could lose her. You didn’t wrap her head very well, what even is this?”

“It’s my shirt sleeve, there was nothing else available. If you need to take her now fine, just give me a sec.”

Yesung put the paperwork and all the forms down on a nearby chair, and leaned over your face.

“I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back, ok? I won’t ever leave you alone, I promise. I love you so so much.”

Yesung held your hands and squeezed them gently, kissing you on the cheek.

“Sir, she has to go now. We’ll do what we can.”

Yesung reluctantly raised up, anger starting to rise inside.

“You’ll do what you can? You’ll fix her is what I believe you meant to say. Now hurry and help my girlfriend!”

The doctor and nurses rushed her back into the operating room and Yesung was alone again. His heart hurt so bad, seeing you completely helpless like that. Just then Leeteuk walked into the room.

“Yesung, where is she?”

“They just took her back, but they said they’d do what they could.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I CAN’T LOSE HER!! I’m starting to have trouble thinking, trouble breathing because I don’t know if she’s ok. What if they screw up? What if they give her some kind of anesthetic that has something she’s allergic to?”

Yesung suddenly gasped “I forgot to tell them her allergies!! I have to go back there and tell them!”

“KIM YESUNG! SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME!”

[dehydrated-for-donghae]

Masterlist

GIFset here

I write Super Junior x female reader, usually in second person.

I'm pretending it's 2009 again and we're using the citrus scale:

🍊: SFW | 🍋‍🟩: M | 🍋: NSFW | 🍇: NSFW+ there is no grapefruit emoji so we improvise

🍤: porn without plot | 📖: storytime | 🐑: fluff

Stand Alone Fics

Lilacs (Donghae)🍊🐑 Only You (Donghae) 📖 part one 🍋‍🟩 | part two

Series

First Kisses with Super Junior 📖

Leeteuk 🍊🐑 | Heechul | Yesung | Shindong | Eunhyuk | Siwon | Donghae | Kyuhyun

Blind Dates 📖

Leeteuk | Heechul | Yesung | Shindong | Eunhyuk | Siwon | Donghae | Kyuhyun

Submissive Super Junior 🍋🍤

Anniversary (Donghae) 🍋 Jesus on a Leash (Siwon) 🍇

Super Junior Reverse Harem 🍋🍤

Massage Rock, Paper, Scissors

NSFW Alphabets 🍋🍤

Eunhyuk Donghae 🍋🐑

HEADCANONS

Aftercare with Super Junior Calling Them "Oppa" for the First Time Cooking with Super Junior 🐑 Dominating Super Junior Dry Humping with Super Junior Getting Bred by Super Junior Pet Names with Super Junior 🍋‍🟩/🍋🍤 Spanking with Super Junior 🍋‍🟩/🍋🍤 Spitting with Super Junior : 🍋‍🟩/🍋🍤 Submitting to Super Junior Super Junior in Panties

GIFset here

[sujuimagines]

😳😱😂

Donghae needs to check the translation before posting

[reigen-small-naturals]

suju debuts -> people write fanfics about suju -> one of these writers is MAME and she becomes quite popular -> that helps her to start her career as a writer of her original novels -> her novel "Love by chance" is getting adapted for tv -> it's a hit -> dude who played the MC is now dirty rich -> he starts his own company and produces his own shows -> the second of them is GAP the series

there is a domino effect from super junior debuting to GLs becoming trendy in thailand but idk if the world is ready for this information

[hyunsvngs]

I have to talk about this, i can't keep this in me more because it's making me more and more mad. Why are TikTok people, TikTok users, are so afraid of "sexualising" or shipping the Stray Kids members with each other??? They are not fucking kids. They are probably looking at these and laughing!?!?! They are not bothered, they are grown fucking men!?!?! Why are you acting like they are children!?!?!? AND are you guys that afraid of gay people!?!??!! PLEAAASSEEEE

thank you ☺️

i talked abt this on my blog before and i SO feel u. fanfiction and shipping culture has been a heavy part of kpop for years and the boys definitely know this - minsung, for example, and also even hyunibini/changlix.

heechul from suju writing fanfic abt donghae and eunhyuk comes to mind. like this shit is KNOWN and unfortunately tiktok stays are all extremely young and thats why i don’t interact with stays on that platform. shits wild

[thekpop-illnessgotme]

Wrote some shitty fanfiction again... though please ignore plot holes or English errors, I wrote this even though I had a major writers block and this two to three times over the time I wrote this.

[mlm-writer]

Dating Leeteuk as SHINee's maknae headcanons

Pairing: Leeteuk (Super Junior) x Male!SHINee Maknae!Reader (trans-friendly) Rating: General audiences Words: 1085 POV: Second Summary: On how you start dating until you finally make it public. Note: Decided on headcanon format to make it easier on me. Tags: fluff, getting together, idols, mention of SuJu & SHINee, but a bit more SHINee because they are my ult, and some mentions of homophobia

So like you’ve known SuJu since pre-debut and tbh at that age the age gap was just too big for you to get along with them really well

You got to work with them occasionally, but it took a good few years for you to really get close

Because of how well your voices work together, you got paired with Leeteuk for a collab on SM Station and that was so well received, you did a couple more of those over the years 

Really your voices melted together like nutella on hot bread (Author loves this ok it fuckin slaps) 

You did like a super nice love song together, but when you guys were singing together it did not sound anymore like you were singing about a girl, but about each other 

Both of you were not even realising how romantic your eye contact was during the live performances

The songs were so well received, you even had a temporary project with Leeteuk, when Onew was out on military service. That’s when even you two could not deny the chemistry between you two. 

You guys already acted like a couple before you made it official with each other. 

Literally you’re at his place having wine after another day of dance practice, vocal training and photoshoots and you then realise how low the lights are and how your knees are touching on his sofa and how romantic the background music is…

You look up from your glass and see the candlelight flickering in his eyes and all that comes out of your mouth is “wait, this is really romantic” 

And Leeteuk is a little embarrassed, because consciously he did not mean to put you on the spot like this, but he was old enough to realise he put way more effort into ‘just hanging out after work’ than was normal. For his fellow members you would not catch him meticulously picking a good bottle of wine or replacing the candles in the living room or dimming the lights to make the ambiance cosy. There certainly would not be playing some soft jazz in the background. 

And he has no excuse, because the realisation hits him like a train and he just asks you: “do you mind?” 

You don’t even need to ask him if he does, because you understand that look on his face like no one else. You shake your head and just scoot closer to put your head on his shoulder. 

Being idols, and men on top of that, you kept it a secret, but everyone was waiting for it. You knew about the fanfics, but you always thought they were made as a joke and you and Leeteuk were very discreet. 

SuJu defo knew about you two, but they never mentioned it aside from some good-natured teasing about how Leeteuk spent so much time with you, it seemed like you were a married couple

SHINee also knew and they teased you endlessly about all the little things Leeteuk did, in the hopes you would admit Leeteuk did those things because you were together. They just did not want to ask you directly and allow you to come out when you were ready. 

Tbh you did not even realise they knew. Both you and Leeteuk absolutely oblivious to how obvious you guys are. 

It is in the Leeteuk walking across venues tailed by security guards just to say hello to you. It is in the way you have the habit of saying “oh Leeteuk hyung would love this” about food, drinks, furniture, songs, clothes etc. 

When you guys are together you both have heart eyes while giving ‘professional’ compliments

Both your groups find it painful to watch, especially the more uhhh homophobic ones in SuJu (not gonna say who bc y’all will hate me, but if you know you know) 

Then SHINee worked on recording Identity and they are making a lot of comments about it that kind of water down to “hey if SOMEONE in SHINee would have an INTERESTING identity, we would NOT mind that” 

You’re one dense mf so Key takes you aside and has a heart-to-heart with you and a lot of alcohol

Do you remember telling him even the spicy details of your relationship? No. Did it happen? Key won’t shut up about it to you. He is not that much of a dick tho to tell the others. 

You feel really shit about your slip up and the fact that you were now hungover on date night

Leeteuk went all out with finding a remote spot up Mt. Namsan and buying all that was needed for a simple, but romantic dinner with a view of Seoul. The night lights were gorgeous, the city alive. You had gimbap and fried chicken for dinner with some small electric lanterns surrounding the picnic mat under you. Your favourite playlist played over the bluetooth speaker.

Leeteuk showed you a video that Key took while you were drunk off your ass. It was embarrassing to hear yourself proclaim how much you hated not being able to kiss him in public. 

In your words “everytime I see my Teukkie, I wanna squish his cheeks and give him wittle smoochies, but noooooo gotta keep my idol image like I care about that. Aren’t we getting old? When do I stop caring and start marrying?” 

You could die of embarrassment, but then Leeteuk took the ring out.

Next day you’re public, what the company might say be damned

God the backlash was huge, the following weeks full of angry managers, PR people and screaming ‘fans’ outside the SM building. 

You and Leeteuk laid low for a month or so, but you had a comeback to do and SHINee could not delay more. 

In the end it is the support of both SHINee and SuJu members that turn the tide for your career. 

Most idols decide not to comment on your homosexual engagement, but some idols had also been on the shipping train for years and were glad to finally see the inevitable out in the open 

The reactions were overall mixed. Some people are glad to see their ship be real, some are just homophobic. That’s life. The moment things went public, you and Leeteuk were faced with new challenges, but none of those challenges changed you. You and Leeteuk were in love before the two of you were aware of it, and now the world was aware of it, you got to show it too.