Fanfiction SHINee fanfic - Minho: Lost my way - (1 Viewer)

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Please, remember this is just a fanfic :). This fic contains some vulgar language and might be triggering (depression). Jonghyun is mentioned. Please, do not read if you know it might trigger you.




He came back from the army and everything seemed so peachy. Everything was meant to be. The comeback, fans again at their feet. It was different than that suffocating routine. Wake up at 6 and go back to sleep at 10. Listen to every single order, every single rule. Soon, he learnt how to follow and how to make everyone happy. Had he not been good at that? Making everyone happy. Everyone was used to that perfect picture of a perfect idol boy - clever, pretty, talented, fast, competitive - and he was, competitive, ambitious, fast. Those attributed had allowed him to survive so long, that is why he had never given up on .... anything,on life. So why was he now sitting in his living room, his rooms empty, walls without a single picture. He kept scrolling his phone - their last picture - Jonghyun .. it was like a morbid memory, like a game to remind himself. He died, I lived, but was it a good decision? He laughed. Pff, life. .. he wished he was dead now.

One year in this dumb comeback and his life was in ruins. Fuck, he wiped away the tears creeping into his eyes. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, he yelled, not caring about neighbours. Let them fucking hear all the despair. How could he fuck everything so much? They had been reading about idols going through shit like that - drugs, prostitutes. But he had never been like that. The model student ,the geeky boy, the gentleman. Those two girlfriends he had? He laughed to himself. A bad investment, a bad investment in a bad place. It almost sounded surreal - a friend in the army, a restaurant with a hidden casino, prostitutes - how? What kind of a twisted story was that? And then she was here as a reminder of what could have been. A gentle smile playing on her lips, her wavy her so easily twisting in his fingers. But he felt so little, like a child curled up in a ball, asking for help. But his parents would rather die than pick up a phone. His whole life he had worked to be a joy and pride of his father and what he was now? A failure. He was afraid to leave his flat. Afraid to even ...... breathe.

But that was enough, enough of crying. He had to leave, he couldn´t pay his rant anymore. SM kicked him as soon as the scandal reached every single newspaper in the country. He was homeless, jobless and about to be dragged through courts till he had no penny to offer. His friends were asked to cut all the contact with him. But it didn´t matter. The only person who matter was her - Nari - and he had to get her back.

So let me know what you think. ♥♥♥

 

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@Ozymandias ??? throwing it your way, but hopefully you are still not sober :D

 

[raymondchouku]

but... Where's the vulgar language.

 

[Darkseid]

@Ozymandias ??? throwing it your way, but hopefully you are still not sober :D

Lol I am now
This is pretty good, I'm not surprised
Minho getting into scandals and getting fired lol poor boi

 

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but... Where's the vulgar language.

I´ve meant "fuck" and "shit" those are vulgar to me .... I guess I was raised differently :D.

 

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Lol I am now
This is pretty good, I'm not surprised
Minho getting into scandals and getting fired lol poor boi

thank you so much for giving it your time ♥.
well, what can I say, I suppose I´ll have to save him now :D.

 

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He walked the streets of Seoul hating the rush of the city. Even at 10pm it seemed that no one was eager to sleep. Students were coming from their late classes, chatty, their eyes widely opened, bodies pumped with caffeine and cheap energy drinks. He walked past them and they didn't even notice. Minho chuckled, bittersweet taste in his mouth. He remembered the times when he could not walk the streets alone without girls chasing him, screaming “oppa”, wanting his autograph. It was strange, strange how fast things could change. They told him to enjoy his time on the Sun and he waved his hand “nagh, it's alright, alright”, but things were not always peachy. Jonghyun committing suicide, the scandals. He took a deep breath, all he could do was seek Nari, but why? To tell her what a loser he was? To beg her to take him in? Had they not argued before? Had they not told themselves they were bad to each other? And yet he knew he could not live without her.

He took out his phone and called her. Strangely he didn't have that many numbers in his phone anymore. Yes, friends. Bestis he would say. How quick they were to push him away, to delete, to forget just to save their asses.

“Nari?” He asked into the phone, stopping in the middle of a park. Not wise at that time of the day. Even in Seoul bad things happen. “Are you home?” He asked, shaking. He didn't understand why his body gave up on him. He was sure the footage of him taking drugs was everywhere. Once an idol star, an athlete, a singer, now he was a loser, a junkie.

“Yeah.” She said and she sat on the bed. Not knowing what to do, she tried to remember the Minho that she knew instead of the Minho that was being portrayed in the media.
“Can I come in?” He asked.

She didn't want to, but her eyes were filled with tears. Her mother had called previously, to inform her not to let him in. You have a life to live, you have a career and if dispatch finds out …. Her mother sacrificed so much so that Nari could have studied and how was she to break her heart now?
“No.” She said.

He was standing there, in the middle of the park. All he needed was rain to make it even more cliché. He said nothing and he knew she was still there.
“I'm sorry” she said.

“Yeah” he answered and hung up. He was all alone now.

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