Reboot - Restart - Reborn Chapter 1
YooSu
inixchan

Title: Reboot, Restart, Reborn
Pairing: Minho x Taemin (2Min) with sides of JongKey
Author: iNixChan
Genre: Sci-Fi, AU, Slight OOC
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Summary:  Lee Taemin dies on June 10th of 2010. On August 13th of 2104, Lee Taemin is rebooted from being in a coma, his body and mind are restarted, and his memories and personality reborn. What if you were kept alive for the sake of your government but forgotten later? What if your friends and your lover don't remember a thing? Oh, did I mention a war was still going on?
A/N: Sorry for the wait! Confusion is normal in this chapter. I also wrote a small onshot for JongKey in the story, like a prequel,  if anyone wishes to read.



Wake up!

 Huh? Minho?

 Taeminnie! Wake up! We have to go shopping, you promised!

 Key hyung too?

 Yo! Onew and me were going to practice, want to come? You have to wake up though.

 Jonghyun hyung, Onew hyung!

 The voices were blending together and were making no sense to me. Wake up? I tried to open my eyes at least but I couldn’t. My body felt too heavy, like someone put Kang Ho Dong on my body like at Star King. The voices grew louder until the yelling in my head was about to give me a headache. Then like someone turned it off like a switch, they were gone, and I reacted instantly, like someone had shocked me. My eyes flew open and I was startled by my new surroundings.

 I blinked slowly, making my blurred vision become clearer. The first thing I saw was a white ceiling. I let my gaze wander and I realized that everything was white or chrome in the room. Someone needed to hire a decorator. When my vision was restored to normal, sounds filtered in and I heard a low beeping sound. I turned my heart and caught sight of a heart monitor. The sight of that alone sent chills down my spine as I dared to look at my body.

 Tubes.

 Tubes of various length and width connected me to something else. Probably to more machines that were keeping me alive or watching over me. I noticed that I was in a paper dress like the ones from a hospital and felt chilled to the bone. Taking a deep breath, I sat up slowing and turned my body to try and get out of the bed. I realized that wasn’t a good move as twenty or more tubes unhooked and pulled out of my body with the speed of light. I expected pain but none came. Curious, I looked down to my right wrist where the largest tube was but found no hole, no indication that it had been there.

 I realized that forcing myself to stand was a harder task. One, my legs were numb and two, I felt tired. I tried again with success and stood next to the chair that held my lingering warm. I wonder where I could exit the room and find someone. I mean, I had to be in a hospital of some kind.

 A small chrome table was near one of the walls and it held a few items. One was a clipboard. Making that my destination, I took my time, arms out for balance in case I would slip and fall- but nothing happen and I reached the object of question. I reached for it and picked it up, testing the weight in my hands. Was it supposed to feel like I was holding air?

 The white paper was written in both English and Hangul, though the former was used less. I spotted my name along with a picture beside it. It was old, from my debut days. I read the information, a frown forming on my lips with every passing second. Then I dropped the clipboard in shock as my mind tried to process what was on the paper.

 Date of Death: June 10th, 2010.
Cause: Drowning. Internal bleeding caused the lungs to fill with blood. Other injuries include a shattered ribcage, a broken collar bone, and multiple bruising. Overall damage to body: Minimal.

 I froze, tear coming to my eyes. I . . . died? It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true! I was breathing and alive right now! I gripped my head, my body falling to the floor. All I remember was us five on stage, ready to sing then nothing but white. A voice whispered in my head, commanding me.

 Escape. Now.

 I glanced around, standing up quickly. The dress was annoying so I ripped it off, not caring about being naked. I’m sure someone had to see me nude if they helped me. I felt along the walls and past the same spot twice when I heard a click and the whoosh of air being released. I turned back to find a whole in the wall as the piece of the wall slid away. That was my need way out.

 I wonder where I am. This place is so fancy if it can do this.

 The thought fixed itself in my mind as I exited the white room. The small hallway was filled with scrub clothing, gloves, mask, and tool for surgery. Shivering at the sight of the sharp scalpels, I grabbed some of the doctor clothing and pulled it on before continuing on my way. The next door opened automatically too, once I stood in front of it.

 “Weird,” I commented, my voice cracking from lack of use.

 The area around me looked just like a hallway from a hospital. Doors were marked with a name and a number. The floor was tiled in funny patterns that never seem to repeat and the wall colors were neutral. I looked to my door as it closed and read the name and the number.

 “Lucifer 201233746.”

 I glanced around and saw each door, like mine, had that name and a number like it was a code for us. It just added more questions to my never ending list. I sighed and felt my bangs fall into my eyes. I brushed them back and realized how long my hair was. How long was I asleep? (I couldn’t accept that I ‘died’ and I probably would never.)

I need to find the main exit or someone who works here. Questions need answers and I better get them.

 My feet carried me away from my room as I wander the endless hallway. Near the end I heard voices behind me and I turned around, happy to hear peoples. Then I widen my eyes in fear as I ducked into a random room, peeking back at them.

 There were fifteen or so total, each covered in head-to-toe black clothing. They all carried large guns and it reminded me of SWAT or something. I smiled and guess they were looking for someone. They could help me! I slipped out from my hiding spot, putting a smile on as I waved to get their attention.

 The first one to notice me gripped his gun tighter and raised it at me, shouting to the others, “There he is! Get him!” The others react instantly and soon, I heard guns being fired.

 I took off, feeling heat blaze past me. Footsteps followed me and I slammed into a normal door, finding myself in a stairwell. I couldn’t process what was happening but I just did what instinct told me, run. I ran down the stairs, trying not to concentrate on the yelling, the guns, and the fear that took a permanent residence in my heart. At the end of the stairs I took the right door, not the left, and found myself in an entrance hall.

 Hide! Have to hide!

 The only place to try was a small room that looked it was for security; it had three desks chairs, computers, and screens everywhere. I ran inside and crawled under a desk, holding my breath as the footsteps were so close then stopped.

 “Where did that pest go?” The voice was angry but it also seemed afraid. I didn’t feel like I was threatening. To be honest I was scared to death, I mean, they had guns!

 “We’ll check around. You check out the cameras. Red Team, double back upstairs. Blue Team with me, we’ll check the rest of the lower floors.”

 I released my breath softly as I thought they all had left. Then the door to the room opened and I peeked out, spotting black boots. The boots came closer to the desk I was under and I held my breath, frozen. Then, the person started to kneel down. I prepared myself to try and throw a punch and escaped but when the person came into view, I couldn’t even try.

 The newcomer wasn’t with the armed men by the way he was dressed. Though it was in all black, I doubt the police-like men would wear skinny jeans and a tank-top with a leather jacket. I wish the stranger would remove the mask that cover the lover half of his face but I said nothing. What was stranger was his hair. It was like a flashback to earlier fashion era which one side of his head long and gelled upwards, the other side shaved and dyed platinum blond. I thought he was an anime character. Our eyes connected and he held my gaze until he did something odd, he smiled.

 It was all in the eyes, his glowed with warmth and he reached for me, hand held out lightly. I took it and he pulled me out and into a standing position.

“You have a name?” He asked me, pulling away and letting his eyes roam up and down my body. I tried not to blush as I kept my thoughts on the question.

 “What do you mean? The code? I can’t re-” I tried to explain, the numbers from moments earlier scrambled in my head. He cut me off with a quick laugh.

 “No, real name genius. Like the one you were born with- Get down!” He shouted and pushed me down with him as bullets were fired. I felt the windows of the room shattered and fall around us. The stranger clutched me tightly as he pull me up and pushed me behind, grabbing two guns that were position at his lower back from a holster that was around his waist. I gasped at the speed at which he fired them off.

 Seven men lay dead outside the room and he sighed.

“A waste of my bullets if they can’t fight back. Come on, I’ll take you somewhere safe.” He put on gun back and grabbed my hand once it was clipped in. I ripped my hand from his, anger pulsating in me.

 “What the hell was that? You just killed them and you don’t care? What are you?” I asked, stepping back as he came closer. He grabbed my shoulder and pointed the gun at me, its hot metal near my temple. No answer came as he looked into my eyes.

 “I’m complicated, like you. Now come with me and you will live. The others have orders to kill you because of what you are.”

 “And what am I?” I asked, throwing the question at him. He sighed and pulled away, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room. No answer came to me as he led me through hallways, gun poised and ready to shoot down anyone who was in his way. He acted like a mother one second then a stranger the next. God, it felt familiar.

 We stopped as we reached another door, this time double and large. He turned to face me before his eyes widen.

“I’m sorry,” He said, grabbing his other gun. I tensed up and was ready to run when a smack came to the side of my head and I hit the floor with a loud thud.

 The world faded to black as my ears were ringing from more gunshots. When I closed them, I saw the figure kneel down with someone else.

 What a way to wake up.

 


 



Seven Days
Taemin
inixchan

Title - Seven Days
Pairing - JongKey
Summary - If someone told me I was going to fall in love in seven days, I would have laugh then maybe shot them for fun. Until I met the newest arrival and my heart took a 180.
AU - This takes place before Taemin's awakening in Reboot - Restart - Reborn. So it can be like a prequel. It does have some spoilers for the story since I haven't posted much besides the prologue. Each day is about 500 words or more and are a bit OOC. (No Beta, sorry.)



Day 1 – You look like a girl.

I realized that with boredom, I’m more dangerous. I carry one handgun and no extra ammo. I take a spin on my bike without a helmet just for the fun of it. Sometimes I’ll even go back to the Center where we were kept and made. Today I did all those things because the little monster had taken a permanent residence with me. Onew was with Yoochun and Junsu working and Minho was with his girlfriend.

 My boots echoed in the large place as I walked through it, my hand resting on the handgun strapped around my right thigh just in case. Soon, I was outside of the Lucifer doors. I picked the older one, deciding he might be more instead of the younger. The doors opened as I tapped in the code at its hidden lock and entered silently.

 The figure on the chair would always memorize me and I couldn’t help but stare. With those muscles, nice tan, and cute lips, anyone would have done the same thing. I let a shiver run down my spine as I took off my riding jacket and moved to the silent guy. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully instead of being in a coma forced by the doctors. I reached out slowly and touch his cheek, letting my fingers graze over it lightly. If Onew knew that I did this, he would have smacked me for being an idiot.

 Suddenly, his heart monitor went crazy. I pulled away and walked to the several machines that kept this guy in a coma to check on everything. Words flashed across in red and I gulped loudly. He’s going to wake up?! I thought and looked back to him. Already were sure signs of it. I realized I needed to call Onew to get a car over here to transport him since my bike might not work.

 Running over to my jacket, I knelt down and grabbed my earpiece to slip it in. I clicked on its side button, keeping my back to the Lucifer that was waking up.

 “Onew?” I asked, waiting for a reply.

 “Key, not now. I can’t talk, alright? This can wait, I’m sure.” Click!

 He hung up on me. Onew, the stupid leader, hung up on me! I was boiling now, a volcano in the making when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and caught the lump of weight that fell into my lap. I instantly slid down to the floor with the other in my lap, his arms around my shoulders and mine around his waist. His tired eyes locked with mine and I could tell he had many questions and things to say. I leaned in as he muttered something.

 “You look like a girl,” He said before promptly passing out on me. Time stood still for me as my heart shattered with those words. I. . . Looked like a girl? I fingered my long hair that was style to cover one eye and had a few colorful highlights. With a gulp, I realized this hot guy was right.

 I looked like a girl.

 
Day 2 – Names and Target Practice.

 Now, let me assure you that I got my revenge for both of the idiots that ruin my day yesterday. Onew was easy. After I managed to bring “Jonghyun” home (I managed to find his file in the large place), I gave him to Onew and smacked him upside the head with the barrel of my gun. Headaches were only good if given by my weapons. After that was done, I quickly drove over to Jessica’s place and demanded a new style which the girl was happy to give until I told her what I wanted.

 A few hours later I walked out with half my hair cut short and platinum blond, the other dark and still long. Jessica helped me style the left side in an odd spike and gave me the gel for free. (Normally I have to give her a ride or something stupid.)

 When I entered our place again, I was glad to see Onew, Minho and our new Jonghyun shocked with my look. I just smirked and grabbed my weapons from the storage drawer and set up a target in the large living room. Minho sat down to watch, a smirk on his face. He and I had a running bet about how many kill strikes I could get. Cocking both guns, I got ready, deciding to shoot with one. The target you ask? An old statue that was in the mansion from Yoochun’s house.

 “So you’re Kibum?” A new voice asked and I glanced to where Jonghyun was off to the side. I took aim and shot above his brunette hair. He ducked quickly and looked at me in anger. I rolled my eyes before rearranging my line of sight.

 “It’s Key. Get it right or the next one goes into your skull,” I said loudly, firing off all of my rounds rapidly. Four kill shots and a few misses. I sighed and reloaded my gun, reaching for my second only to find it gone.

 I looked up and saw Jonghyun next to me, taking aim with it. His stance was good but it could use work. He glanced to me and I ran to the stature and turned her around so he had a clean stale then moved back to him. He fired a few shots off, the recoil knocking him back an inch.

 “It’s your stance,” I explained and moved behind him, trying to correct it when I realize the odd leather top totally exposed his back to me. I quickly did what I set out to do and motioned for him to try again. This time was better but not the best, like me. I coughed and took my children back, putting them in their separate holsters on my body. I made to walk away when he grabbed my wrist.

“Is what Onew said true? About the date? About me?” He asked, his eyes boring into mine. I sighed before switching my vision over, my eye screen coming online. I just nodded and pulled away as I realized he was staring in shock. The new ones were always hard to convince.

 
Day 3 – Sleepovers

 2 AM

 My clock was showing this little number and I had yet to fall asleep since I crawled into bed around midnight. My mind was in a whirlwind and I was about to put a bullet into it when I heard something outside my door. I sat up, listening hard when I heard it again. It sounded like movement, maybe footsteps. Slipping out of my bed, I pulled on some sweats before opening my door. The sight that greeted me was, dare I say it, cute.

 Jonghyun curled up across from my door in the hallway, asleep. I knelt down next to him and shook him away, about to tell him that his room was down the hall. That plan failed when he opened his eyes and latched onto me like I was a teddy bear.

“Damn!” I muttered, the curse slipping out in English by accident. His grip was tight, maybe too tight for my taste.

 “Jonghyun,” I whispered, trying to move my arms to push myself away, “Want to sleep in my bed?” I asked, deciding that was a better plan and we both get benefits. He nodded in his sleep and released me. I pulled him up, trying not to drool at the delicious chest in front of me since he was only in boxers. I lead him inside my room and closed the door with my foot before helping him onto my bed. I reached over to grab a pillow since I figure I could use the extra room for the last Lucifer.

 As if sensing my plan, I was suddenly under the covers and in Jonghyun’s grasp, my back to his chest with his arms around my chest and waist. I struggled to get free but his grip tightened and I realized I was truly stuck. I sighed and gave in, turning over in his embrace. I watched him sleep for a few moments before realizing this was actually comfortable, like it was meant to be or something. I soon drifted asleep myself.

 When I woke up, it was around nine in the morning and I was alone in my bed. I looked to my bathroom, hearing nothing but the silence that echoed in my own room. I sighed and plopped back down on my bed, a little disappointed. I wanted to at least see Jonghyun be awkward so I could tease him about it later but the guy already beat me to it. A knocking came at my door and I rolled over to face it, shouting for the person to come in.

 “Here,” Onew said, tossing me a small backpack, “You have to meet up with Junsu and do some delivery. I think you might even see Jaejoong if you get there before he leaves to go back to Japan.”

 “Yippee!” I exclaimed in mock sarcasm. Don’t get me wrong, I love all my hyungs but I thought I would at least to have a cup of coffee, read the paper and watched the birds. Then I remember that we live in a new era and are at war.

 By the time the end of the day rolls around, I’ve haven’t seen Jonghyun since this morning. I think the guy hates me now. Oh well.

 
Day 4 – Superman

 Let me you tell a few reasons why I hate the mechanics and the technology that was put into me. Sometimes it can be reset to weird settings with one hit if I’m not careful. That is the cause of my misfortune at this very moment. Some punks turn bounty hunters jumped me and sent my bike and me flying. I managed to escape from the wreckage without any major injuries when I realized my eye screen was messed up. My eyes were stuck in thermal and I couldn’t switch back. I looked up to the few guys running toward me.

 I booked it out of the crash site, tossing my helmet away and checking for my guns as I ran into the alleyway. I slid to a stop when I double-checked, cursing myself for not even having a knife on me. Voices filtered through the maze-like alleyways in the old city. Those three were getting close and I was stuck with bad vision, even if I knew how to use it. I quickly ducked down behind a dumpster, or I thought it was and peeked out to look at them.

 Huh? Two of them? I swore there were three. . . I trailed off in my thinking as I was lifted up and slammed into a wall. I was hoping that would knock my vision back to normal but it didn’t. The colorful face smirked at me and I grabbed his wrist, working on pulling it away. I saw his punch coming and I was ready but a new hand grabbed it. A sickening crack filled the air and my attacker screamed in pain before he dropped me to cradle his hand.

 I looked up to my savior when I felt a click in my neck and I swore in pain. Closing my eyes, I blinked a few times realizing my vision was back to normal. I looked up and saw Jonghyun there with a smirk dressed in all white, his arms showed off nicely in a tank top. “Need help?” He asked, pulling me up. I smiled and looked to the punks who were helping their friend.

 I jumped at them and they ran, quickly thinking that it wasn’t a good idea to mess with two of us now. “How did you know where I was?” I asked him, massaging my neck from where the attacker’s fingers were. He shrugged and pulled me out of the alleyway to face a beautiful silver car. I saw my weapons on the dashboard near the passenger seat.

 “I picked that up before coming to save you,” He explained, walking to it and leaning on the hood, legs crossed and hands in pockets. I rolled my eyes while crossing my own arms. “I didn’t need saving.”

 Jonghyun laughed before motioning toward the car with his heads. I could see the question formed in his eyes, never leaving his mouth. I just wondered if I should have it.

 “I’ll take that ride. But you own me food for hitting me in the back of the head.”

I ran over and climbed in, buckling up quickly before he had his door open. Once he was settled, we took off.

 To be honest, I like having a Superman around.

 
Day 5 – Questions and Fireworks.

 BOOM!

 There were few times we used the house that was above our hideout. One of them included the annual fireworks that the New Seoul put on for the celebration of the war ending. We mentally celebrated it as our awakening. I was alone on the roof of the old house, curled up in my sleepwear as the color lights dazzled the night sky. Minho was with Amber, watching them no doubt from her place and Onew was downstairs working. Jonghyun hadn’t been seen all day. (I think he had to get a ‘check-up’ by Micky.)

 I shivered and rubbed my arms, trying to get heat to flow when a large leather jacket was wrapped around me. I looked to my right as Jonghyun sat beside me. I snuggled into the leather, glad to have something warm around me. I watched him gaze into the sky, smiling at his surprise on his face.

 “Those are fireworks right? Onew explained them but I couldn’t picture it right,” Jonghyun asked, glancing to me before scooting an inch closer. I nodded and looked back to the bright stars that went out quickly. Silence took over for a few minutes as we watch blues and reds with dazzling golds and bright purples light up the night sky. If I could see those everyday, it would be worth the fight to overthrow the government. I wanted my life to be bright and dazzling, filled with happiness but so far, it was stuck with pain and anger.

 “Why do you call yourself Key?” He asked, turning to face me fully.

 A laugh escaped me and I almost slid off the roof. It was kind of obvious to me but I guess he still needed help to understand. “Simple. I can break into any place when needed. Once in, I seem to own the place because I can unlock everything; all of its secrets are mine for the taking.”

 Yes, it was a lovely name but that didn’t explain Jonghyun laughing. He pulled me toward him, his arm around my shoulders as he finished his laugh. “You seem so artistic with that name. You sure you weren’t some sort of idol with it?” He asked me. I rolled my eyes, clearly showing that I was annoyed but inwardly, I was smiling. I laid my head onto his shoulder as the final firework went off.

“Key?”

 “Yes?” I asked, turning to him only to feel lips against mine. I thought my brain shut down. It was soft, just the simple brushing of lips. But it had meaning and when he pulled away, there was a question in his eyes. I stood up quickly, the jacket falling off my shoulders as I slid off the roof and down onto the balcony to get inside the house. I couldn’t think straight.

 Did I like him in that way? Did he like me or was it because of his earlier comment about my appearance? I went to bed with a large headache.

 
Day 6 – Fight and Flight

 The first words that greeted me in the morning were unpleasant, frightening, and alarming. To make matters worse, both Onew and Minho said it together, at first moment before I had my first sip of coffee.

“Jonghyun is missing.”

 Several ideas flew in my head as I cleaned up, changed, and fixed myself before stealing Jonghyun’s car. The fact that it was still at the hideout meant he was taken or left without it. I drove around, checking the streets. Old Seoul was filled with other beings like us along with normal people trying to survive. There were also several bars where he could be but he didn’t have money since our supplies came through Micky along with the cash and we haven’t had a new job in days.

 Parking the car outside of a local bar, I went inside, my guns strapped to my left hip and right thigh to show I was dangerous. I asked around, getting vague answers before over hearing a conversation about the guy behind the bar. My heart pounded as I ran to the same location I found Jonghyun slumped over with a few others lying down. I knelt down next to him, frowning at the fact he didn’t have a hint of alcohol on his breath.

 “Jonghyun?” I asked, lifting his face and noticing the cut on his left cheek. I opened his mouth for anything broken and spotted the sharper canines inside of his mouth. Why did he have the cool surgery? I thought before clearing my mind. I could complain later, Jonghyun was waking up.

 

“Key?” He asked, eyes struggling to focus. Once he did, I found myself wrapped tightly in his arms, pulled into his lap and his head buried in the crook of my neck.

 “Jonghyun! What happened?” I asked, glancing to the dead men (The body looked more damaged up close.) before fixing my gaze at him. He sighed and pushed me away, standing up and cracking his back. Clearly he wasn’t going to answer me.

 “Key . . . is it normal for me to have a headache?” He asked, hands grabbing the sides of his head. I shook my head and lead him to the car. Looks like we were going to doctor Micky Mouse. I got him in the car and pulled away, watching him fall asleep in the seat next to mine.

 Those guys look familiar. I thought. Keeping my body in check for driving, I shifted through my memory and pulled up a brightly colored thermo image. The image change to normal and it was my attackers form yesterday. Jonghyun was fighting them?

 I could ask him later; Right now, he needed to rest and get fixed up. I called Onew to tell him of my absence and that I would be at Yoochun’s till tomorrow afternoon. That would include the repairs and the time spent for Jonghyun to rest. I could catch on my hyungs as well; maybe get Junsu to talk about something other then soccer.


Day 7 – Three Words.

 I woke up to someone shaking my shoulder, a soft voice at my ear. I rolled over on the small couch, blinking away sleep. Yoochun was standing over me with a smile and I sat up quickly, alert. I could finally see Jonghyun! Yoochun kept him in that evil operation room of his all day yesterday and after that, I couldn’t see him. I wanted to talk about the other night, when we . . . yeah, let’s just leave it at that.

 I stood up, leaving my white vest and following Yoochun to another bedroom where Jonghyun was in. I was pushed in before the door close and locked. Jonghyun looked back from where he was changing and I couldn’t help but stare at him topless. He turned around and sat down, shirt forgotten and he motioned for me to sit next to him. I did what he said, not trusting myself with words to talk back. 

Once I was beside him, word vomit appeared quickly. “Why were you fighting those guys?” I asked, keeping my eyes glue to the floor and my hands clasped tightly together. It was silent for a moment when I felt someone pulling my hands apart and locking one with their own. I looked up at Jonghyun, catching his gentle smile.

 “Because they hurt you. Even if I’m still new to this world and what I’ve become, there is one thing I want to keep the same. This, “He lifted our intertwining hands, “Is worth protecting. Key, I think I -”

 I cut him off with a quick kiss, my other hand closing on the back of his neck. “You already told me with those words.” With a smile, I gave him another kiss and wanted to go a bit further when the door opened. We turned around heads to see Junsu and Yoochun, one happy and the other sad.

 “Junsu, I told you. Now pay up!” Yoochun held out his hand as I watched my other hyung handed over some cash to him. A small smile came to my lips as I stood up, my hand ghosting over my trusty gun. Junsu caught my action and gulped, raising his hands.

 Suddenly, I was pulled into Jonghyun’s lap and his mouth was at my ear. “Don’t. There are easier ways to get rid of them.” That got my full attention and I lean back, exposing my neck to his lips.

 “Like what?” I asked softly, biting back a small moan as I felt those special fangs of his nibble at my neck. He chuckled before turning me to face him; his other hand grabbed my gun and throwing it away. His eyes answered for him and soon our lips were locked. I pushed him onto the mattress, letting my hands explore greedily. The door slammed quickly and I sat up, straddling his hips.

 “Now what?” I asked.

 “Why don’t we just continue?” He answered with a smirk.

 I smiled before leaning down until we were a breath away. “No.” I got up quickly and snatched my gun off the floor before walking out with a strut in my step. Jonghyun was soon following, complaints rolling off his tongue.
 



Reboot - Restart - Reborn (Prologue)
YooSu
inixchan

Title: Reboot, Restart, Reborn
Pairing: Minho x Taemin (2Min)
Author: Me.
Genre: Sci-Fi, AU, Slight OOC
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
Summary:  Lee Taemin dies on June 10th of 2010. On August 13th of 2104, Lee Taemin is rebooted from being in a coma, his body and mind on are restarted, and his memories and personality reborn. What if you were kept alive for the sake of your government but forgotten later? What if your friends and your lover don't remember a thing? Oh, did I mention a war was still going on?
A/N: This hit me at 3:41 AM on Tuesday morning. I think the new MV for Lucifer helped caused this along with my love for some sci-fi books. So it's AU and characters might act strange.



Being backstage was always nerve-wracking to for any group. Even if we performed this song a hundred times, on various stages and places, I still would get nervous. Maybe it was just the rush of seeing our fans again and dancing my heart out because I loved it. Whatever the reason, I was extra jittery tonight. The other members even took notice to it, with Key being the first to comment.

 “Taemin,” He spoke to me, his gaze concerned and a bit of a smirk on his face, “Are you alright? We can’t have our little dancer getting cold feet.” He reached toward me and patted my shoulder as the stylist fixed some of his hair. He was really like a mother to us all.

 I nodded at him before looking in the mirror, taking in my appearance and checking it over. It was perfect; I couldn’t complain about it since our stylists were so good and I wasn’t one to complain about those things. I caught eye of Minho in the mirror and he walked up behind me, hand grasping my shoulders lightly before pulling away. That simple touch caused me to relax instantly and I turned in his grip to face him.

 Our eyes met again and he pulled me to sit on the couch with Jonghyun. The blonde smirked at us before looking to Key. Onew just rolled his eyes before going back to his cell phone. Our secret was safe and sound, neither the stylists nor our manager guessed that we had someone special in the group or out of it even when the signs were so obvious. I just laughed silently and grabbed Minho’s hand with my own, enjoying the warmth that radiated from it.

 Suddenly, we were called to the stage. I was ready for this; I knew we would go out there and have a great concert. But why did I have a sense of dread filling my body?

Get a hold of yourself, Taemin.

 I followed after the others, being last until Minho dropped back to be behind me.

“Hyung, you ready?” I asked him as we hurried to the stage. I received a nod and a smirk that sent shivers down my spine. Oh, tonight would be great indeed if my reading-between-the-lines skill was still intact.

 I flashed him a smile as we got on stage. The fans’ screams were loud and I gave them a smile too before getting into my position. I counted down for the music, already memorized how long it would take. The feeling of fear hit me again but I pushed it away, not waiting to shake and mess up. I concentrated on the numbers in my head and was happen when they were coming to an end.

 Three . . . Two . . . One.

 My world crashed with a boom and the world went white then black. I felt like I was floating in a sea of darkness when a bright light flooded the area ahead of me. I hurried toward it; hearing voices only to have it shine brighter. So bright that I thought I was blind and turned away, from it. The voices got quieter but the light still was so harsh and I sunk back further into the darkness. My eyes felt heavier and I let them close, my body falling out from under me. One name rolled in my mouth and managed to make it out before I was gone.

 “Minho . . .”

 
If only I knew that light was a better option then this. If only I knew that when I did go to it, nothing would be the same and I would be alone.

 I’m Lee Taemin and I died on June, 10th of 2010.

 Too bad that fact is also a lie.


First Entry / Rant-ish
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This is my first entry, and I hope to make more. I've been here for a bit, surfing around the site to try and get used to it. I'll have to update a few things about myself since I'm always learning or finding new interests. Not really new but something that is coming back into my heart is SuJu, Super Junior. 

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Well, that sounded so formal.
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Stupid finals and tests are getting to me. I can't want for summer or Comic Con 2010! Going back to California will be like going to a spa; refreshing. Hopefully I pass all my finals so I get the ''right'' to go. I really don't think my mom can stop me when I paid for my tickets and my plane tickets with my own money! Can't let those go to waste. . . I might be going as Sasuke from Naruto or Zero from Vampire Knight (Hopefully the former, I don't want to wear a wig or dye my hair! >.<). Then from there, off to the beach and Disney! I want to go hug Mickey even if it is someone in a costume. 

Soon, I'll post a fanfic or two. For now, I'll put my results to this little quiz my friend e-mailed to me.

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