AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay. Unfortunately, there is no section for this but I fell in LOVE with this group after my friend sent it to me on facebook. Anyway, I also fell in love with Minho. I love the bad boy type. But I don't really know them like what the news or interview say, so I'm just going by my gut and what I've read in the few stories I found. I am really clueless about everything SHINee except their names. So please no flames. And try to help me if I made mistakes. Umma and appa means mom and dad . . . I think. And I know most universities don't have uniform but let me be creative ^-^ and I have no idea whether or not they have Twizzlers in Korea.
DISCLAIMER: I (unfortunately), do not own SHINee or any of their members. I only own Sheyla Jimenez since she's me ^-^ Well, except the name. Oh, and I don't own the red shirt (sort of). I own the off-the-shoulder bit 'Cuz I love shirts like that but not the whole idea. I saw the shirt in the movie Lemonade mouth so, I don't get credit for it.
"I am so sick of this school!" I shouted as I stalked through the empty halls in my school of only a few months. I was grumbling under my breath about the lovesick girls around here. Seriously, do they just come here to drool over the guys or to really study? Confused? Let me explain then.
My name is Sheyla Jimenez and I am enrolled in S.M.E. University in Korea. I am eighteen years old and live by myself (unless you count my puppy). I was born in Ecuador (a small country in South America, along with some islands), raised in America (New York, the Bronx. So I learned to fight and fend on my own), and moved to Korea when I was ten. As a result I now speak three languages fluently, and I taught myself a bit of Japanese that comes out whenever I get upset at someone.
I am 5'5" in height and it seems as though I stopped growing. So I guess I'ma be short for the rest of my life. I'm 90 pounds in weight. My Umma always tried to get me to eat more, said that I'm not healthy weight. It's not my fault though. I'm a dancer and I practice really hard so the food I eat gets exercised off. I'm also a singer, a rapper, composer, and choreographer. I have vibrant green eyes and straight black layered hair. My hair used to come to my backside but I cut it so it's now a little bit below the base of my neck. My bangs slightly cover my eyes but I can still see. I have my ears pierced like a regular American girl but I added a piercing on the top of my ear. I would honestly look like a guy had I not have curves.
I have a pair of red, black, and silver can headphones that I always wear around my neck. My Umma and Appa died in a car crash just last year. And ever since then I've lived on my own. I managed to get money by working in a little bookstore below the apartment I live in after school. I got a scholarship at this university and need to keep my grades up or I'm outta here. Now you know my life story, let's get back to the real story.
"Stupid fan girls. Crazy. Absolutely absurd." I continued muttering insults as I trailed the hallways to my locker. I spun the combination and neatly placed the books I didn't need for homework that night in my locker. Unfortunately, my last class of the day was filled with twittering girls blabbing about SHINee. SHINee is a famous singing and dancing group of five guys here in Korea. And they attend this university. Why? Because this university is a well-known musical one. We have regular classes but we focus on honing our musical abilities. We also have a few concerts here and there throughout the year. Sounds like a great school right?
Wrong. A majority of the people who got into this school got in on their parent's money. And most of them are girls who came for SHINee. I let out an ashamed sigh as I remembered that fact. It's usually funny to see how desperate the girls get to know SHINee personally but I hate when it interferes with my studies. Another thing that I hate about the school is the uniforms.
The guys' uniform is fine; it consists of black slacks with black blazer, white uniform button-up dress shirt, black shoes, and a black tie. The girls' uniform, however, consists of the same black blazer, knee-high white socks, black shoes, white button-up dress shirt, and a black skirt that comes to mid-thigh of an average girl. The blazer is long so it covers most of the skirt, especially when these girls roll them up. I usually try to make the skirt longer and thankfully, because of my shortness, the skirt is a little bit above my knee. I sighed again and fidgeted with my black leather fingerless gloves that I put on as soon as the last bell rings. I grabbed my red and black messenger bag out of my locker and headed out of school property, looking forward to the weekend.
"Takashi! I'm home!" I called out as I entered my apartment. A brown floppy-eared puppy came scurrying around the corner and tried to jump up into my arms. Being about the size of a basketball sneaker, it didn't work so well. I laughed and kneeled down to give him a cuddle. He barked and licked my face in a doggy kiss. "Ugh, you little slobbery bugger!" I yelled affectionately. Takashi wagged his tail and yipped. It's freaky how it seems like he understands me sometimes. I put him down and went to my room to change out of my uniform and into something I would actually wear.
Takashi jumped onto my bed with the help of some doggy steps I made . . . they were actually just some cardboard boxes taped together but hey, at least he could get on my bed. I don't have to worry about him tracking dirt or anything because I taught him to wipe his feet on the mat at the doorstep as soon as he comes inside (after a lot of treats and patience). I pulled out a thin black sweater and held it in front of me as I turned to my loyal companion. "What you think Takashi?" Takashi whimpered and placed his ears over his large brown eyes so I guess it was a no. I laughed and put it back inside. "It's too hot for a sweater, isn't it Takashi?" I heard a barked reply and pulled out a black tank top. I got a tail wag and a happy bark so I placed it on my bed. It was a little bit windy so I placed an oversized red shirt on top of the tank top. Takashi started chasing his tail when he saw the shirt and I laughed. He's such a fashion diva. The shirt was a bright red and off-the-shoulder type. The words "Question Authority!" was spray-painted on the front by yours truly. I took out bright red skinny jeans and black basketball sneakers. Takashi started jumping up and down on my bed so I guess my outfit is a go. Yeah, I'm asking a dog for fashion advice but I wouldn't leave this place without a second opinion so Takashi's barked responses is the next best thing.
I grabbed my outfit and walked into the bathroom to change. Once I finished I took my red and black bandana and wrapped it around my neck. It had a red background and black splotches. "Be good Takashi!" I called out as I grabbed my wallet, iPhone, and keys. "I'm going to work. Don't make a mess in my room!" If I hadn't said that, I'd find most of my clothing underneath my bed. Takashi's barks were heard and I closed the door. I twirled my key ring around my finger and whistled as I headed downstairs to my job.
"Thank you! Come again!" I called out with a smile. The door bell rang, indicating that my last customer of the day had left. I leaned on the counter and took out my pack of Twizzlers (I've been addicted to them ever since I was in America). I started chewing on one as I flipped through a car magazine I always keep under the counter along with my Twizzlers. It's now 7pm and nobody ever comes after that but I have to close up at 8pm. The owner, a sweet old lady, leaves after 5pm or 4pm. It depends on how she's feeling. Poor lady, she's getting very old. She has white hair that's always tied up in a bun and is always wearing a dark green apron with a matching bandana. She made that into the store uniform which I'm wearing right now over my outfit. If she doesn't leave before 5pm I always take her into her car and drive her home if I must. I admit, I care about her. She's the one who saw me homeless and offered the job and apartment. She even lowered the rent at first so I could save up for furniture and proper clothing. When I asked for her name she just told me to call her Granny Chiyo. She's just a sweet old lady that you want to care for.
I grabbed another Twizzler and flipped a page of the magazine to a picture of a motorcycle. I really want a motorcycle. I held in a groan as I heard the bell ring and quickly put away the magazine and pack of Twizzlers before the customer saw.
"Hello, welcome to-" I stopped short at the sight before my eyes. SHINee was at the door with their hands on their knees and gasping for air. After a few seconds later (when they regained their breath), they looked at each other and out the door for a quick second.
"HIDE!" I jumped at their voices as they dived for the floor. What are they doing? I was just about to ask out loud but the door bell rang and a blonde girl with a pink shirt came in. If the fact that it was pink wasn't bad enough, it had a picture of SHINee in a heart. Ah, so that's why they hid. I look outside the glass door and saw that there was a mob outside with the same shirt the blonde had on.
"May I help you?" I asked in my usual polite voice. The girl narrowed her blue eyes suspiciously at me and crossed her arms over her chest. I raised an eyebrow in question as she pursed her lips. "Ma'am?"
"Have you seen five incredibly hot guys around here?" She asked through gritted teeth. I froze for a second and thought about whether or not I should tell her. If I did, then I would have a mob in the store. They'd ruin the shop and I'd have to explain it to the sweet lady. If I lied, she might figure it out and I'd still have a mob on my hands.
I felt someone tug at my hand which was at my side and glanced down. Taemin had a finger to his lips and puppy dog eyes. Oh, if it isn't bad enough when Takashi does that! I mentally sighed and turned back to the blonde. "Well?" She practically screeched out. I glanced around the room at the guys' various hiding places. Minho was behind a bookshelf, JongHyun was underneath a white-cloth table, Onew was huddling behind a book display, Kibum was behind the curtains (the ones we hung over the doorway to the back office). They all had pleading looks and I gave in. I paused for another second and the blonde started tapping her high-heeled foot impatiently.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I stated calmly. She didn't take it well and I tried to ignore the accusing shrieks coming out of her lipsticked mouth. I saw each guy flinched as she yelled and tried to hold back a laugh. Who knew that the famous SHINee would be scared of an obsessive fan girl? "I'm sorry ma'am." I said again in my employee voice. "But I have no idea what you're talking about." I repeated. She glared and pointed her red-polished finger at me.
"If I find out that SHINee," She paused to revel in the name, causing me to shake my head and roll my eyes. "Is here and you didn't tell me, I'm going to-" I interrupted her. I HATE whenever someone threatens me.
"Going to what?" I asked with a glare and rested my fingerless-gloved hand on top of the counter. She flinched but stood her ground. "I suggest you leave . . . ma'am." I added at the end. She backed up but caught sight of a reading lamp not too far away from her. My eyes widened and I darted out of the counter but I was too slow. "No!" She pushed the lamp off the table and took off. The lamp shattered on the floor and I stood there with my jaw dropped and my eyes wide. Oh, what am I going to tell Granny Chiyo?
"Thank you so much!" Taemin shouted as he jumped up and wrapped his arms around my neck in a death grip. I staggered back and tried to pry his arms off but he wouldn't budge. Damn, and he's the skinniest kid I've ever seen!
"D-dude!" I managed to choke out. "Can't . . . breathe!" He immediately let go and smiled sheepishly. I took in gulps of fresh air and turned to him with a questioning face. "A simple thank you would've been enough dude." He tilted his head at my vocabulary and furrowed his eyebrows like a little kid.
"Dude?" Oh, right. It's American. I laughed weakly and rubbed the back of my neck slightly embarrassed.
"It's sort of an American slang." His eyes widened and he smiled bigger than before . . . I don't know whether I should be relaxed or alert. The dude's got a grip and I don't feel like choking.
"You're an American!" He shouted and jumped up and down like a five-year-old while clapping. Jeez, this guy is too much. And I thought Takashi was too hyper. I shook my head in amusement before turning back to the lamp. My shoulder slumped forward and I let out a sigh as I grabbed a broom that was leaning against the wall behind the counter. "Was that lamp an antique?" I turned to Taemin with raised eyebrows. It's amazing how this guy can go from happy-go-lucky to serious and concerned in under a minute.
"I sure hope not." I replied as I began sweeping up the bigger pieces of the lamp. "Granny Chiyo wouldn't make me pay for it but I'm going to." I said stubbornly. "Now I just got to figure out a way to get the extra money." I mumbled to myself as I picked up the lamp shade and placed it on the table where the lamp used to be. Once the shards were all cleared off and the lamp shade was in a box behind the counter, I turned back to SHINee . . . and ended up choking to death once again.
"Thanks again Noona!" I paused for a second before struggling again. Once Taemin finally let go I looked at him with a confused face.
"Noona? I just met you! Heck, you don't even know my name!" I shouted. Taemin started pouting and I couldn't help but soften a little. Damn kid and his puppy-like cuteness. I sighed before muttering. "It wasn't a big deal dude . . . and my name's Sheyla." He brightened again once the word 'dude' came out of my lips.
"We'd still like to thank you somehow Sheyla." I turned to Onew with a raised eyebrow. "How about we pay for the lamp?" My eyes narrowed and I crossed my arms. Onew gulped and seemed to slightly back off. "Or not."
"I don't like being in debt or taking money from other people," Onew was about to say something else but I cut him off. "Whether it be a gift or not. The only time I take money from other people is when it's a birthday present."
"Then consider it your birthday gift Noona!" I sweat dropped and shook my head at Taemin.
"My birthday's September fifth." Taemin got quiet and I don't blame him, since its January. "Nice try though." I added and he once again brightened. "You don't owe me anything. Just go and we'll forget this ever-"
"You go to our school don't you?" Everyone turned to Minho when he said this. They then turned to me, expecting an answer. I don't think I have any classes with him. How did he know?
"Yeah, I do. S.M.E. University. You guys are the reason I'm failing math." They looked at me with different expressions. Taemin looked guilty yet at the same time confused. Minho furrowed his eyebrows. JongHyun looked offended. Kibum looked surprised AND offended. And Onew looked somewhat angry that I accused them. I laughed and they all looked further confused. "Not directly!" I assured them. "The girls there are just ga-ga over you guys and don't let me focus. They keep talking and I can't hear the professor." Looks of understanding came over their faces and they nodded their heads.
"We still want to make it up to you though!" Kibum shouted. "Poor Ttal, having to suffer through the mean, mean girl fighting with her." He cooed as he hugged me and rubbed his cheek against mine in what I guess is supposed to be a motherly action.
"H-hey!" I shouted as my face got red. "Personal space!" I shouted as I pushed him away and rubbed my cheek. "And don't do that to my face." I paused for a second and remembered what he said. "And who are you calling Ttal!" I shouted with a red face.
"Aw!" Kibum shouted with clasped hands. "Ttal's embarrassed!" I growled and turned away with an angry red pulse mark on my forehead as the others laughed.
"Com'on Umma, leave her alone." JongHyun said with a smirk. He was so enjoying this, the little . . . "Let's just go back home." Please.
"B-but, I wanna spend more time with Noona!" Taemin shouted. I sighed and sweat dropped again. I checked the time quickly. It's 8:55pm.
"Forget it man." I said out loud, bringing everyone's attention to me. "I need to lock up. Its five minutes 'til closing time." Taemin started sulking at this. "So everyone out, shoo!" Once everyone was outside I locked the doors and windows. I turned back to the others with a raised eyebrow. They were standing there patiently and looked at me for the next thing they're going to do. "Why are you guys still here?" I asked. Rude, I know but can you blame me?
"We'll walk you home Noona!" Taemin shouted. I smiled exasperatedly at him and shook my head.
"I live above the store." Taemin visibly drooped at the news and I couldn't help but smile. He's such a little kid. "Thanks for the offer anyways." I said just to get Taemin perky again.
"No problem. We'll see you tomorrow Noona!" Taemin exclaimed as he and the others waved and walked down the block. I shook my head again and waved back before turning towards the door at the side of the store.
Once I got inside my house I kicked off my shoes and called for Takashi. He came running as soon as he heard the door close. I giggled and picked him up. I placed him on my bed and took a quick shower before changing into my pajamas. My pajamas were simply an over-sized shirt and a pair of shorts.
"Good night Takashi." I called out sleepily. I heard a happy bark from the dog bed at the side of my bed. I laid my head on my pillow and was looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. My eyes shot open and I jerked upright.
DID THEY SAY THAT THEY'LL SEE ME TOMORROW?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: And done! Okay guys, this is my very first SHINee fanfic and I have been a fan for only a few days. So tell me if I messed something up. Reviews are loved. If the review are negative, I'm gonna delete the story. If they're positive, I'll keep going. If I get none, the story will be on Hiatus. Arigato! (Japanese for thank you, I've been going through a Japanese obsessed phase). Oh and Noona means sister and Ttal means daughter if I'm not mistaken. But I probably am so correct me.