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onestepbackwards · 1 year

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Our Angel Pt. 3

Hello! Welcome to part 3 of my Greaser Submas x reader series!

I will admit, I kinda struggled this chapter. I had a lot going on when writing this. Regardless, I still hope you all enjoy this short chapter!

Summary: It has been a few days since Emmet had left your home. Just as you are about to give up hope on seeing him again, a stranger who looks just like him knocks in your door…

CW: minor mentions of injuries, mentions of getting jumped, mentions of toxic family

Word Count: 2825 Words!

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It had been a few days since Emmet had snuck out of your bedroom window.

Just as you had predicted, you haven’t seen him since that day.

It honestly was a little… disappointing.

The thought was silly, that you kinda wanted to see the greaser again. He had been a little goofy, but he was sweet. Even if he was a flirt.

It made your life interesting, for a day. For the first time in years, just helping a guy out had made you feel more alive than you have in a long time.

Because of this, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your mind.

He had been such a breath of fresh air! …If you don’t count the fact that you had been terrified for two days that he might die in your bathtub.

When he was fine(ish) though, he had been nice. A lot nicer than at least half the people you knew.

You just hoped it wasn’t the concussion doing most of the talking. However, you had your doubts you would ever find out.

He hadn’t come back, after all. Nor had you seen heads or tails of him on your walks back from campus.

“Figures…” you mumbled, head in hand as you sat at your desk. At least you got to experience it when you did. It would be a fun story to tell when you were finally free of this place.

Though you would admit, when the doorbell rang, your hopes shot up.

You squashed them down, of course. No doubt it was a friend of your parents or a salesman or something.

At first you tried to ignore it. Your parents weren’t home, after all, and you didn’t want to deal with someone selling you something. Or even worse, your dad’s stupid work friends, or your mom’s friends from her book club.

After a second series of knocks, however, you heaved out a sigh. Closing your book, you left your room, and headed to the front door.

You opened it, already putting a fake smile on your face, preparing to deal with whoever was willing to bother you.

“Hello, how may I….”

The words died in your throat, however, when your eyes met silver ones.

He was back.

At first, you fully believed it was Emmet. Silver hair, silver eyes, similar get up. However, something was off about him.

This guy… he had no injuries.

When Emmet had left your home, he had a nasty black eye, bruises everywhere, a busted lip… you doubted he could heal that quickly.

He also had his hair parted slightly different, and his clothes were completely black, instead of the white shirt. A small detail, but you felt it was off.

There also seemed to be what you assumed as a tattoo of some sort peeking out just from under the mans’s jacket collar on his neck. You had seen Emmet shirtless, and he definitely didn’t have that tattoo as far as you remembered.

Then there was the frown on his face. It was something that seemed so out of place for Emmet. However, he didn’t seem upset. In fact, he straightened up almost excitedly when you pulled open the door.

You both stared at each other for a moment, neither saying a word.

He was just as pretty as Emmet was. Were they siblings?

The man seemed to snap out of it after a moment, and began to speak.

“Hello there. I am Ingo, Emmet’s twin brother.”

You blinked, perked up, and took that in.

It made sense. You were sure if you hadn't seen Emmet with all those wounds, they’d be practically identical. The only differences being the smile, clothing choices, and the way they part their hair.

“How is he? Is he alright? Are his injuries healing okay?”

At that moment, a switch flipped in Ingo’s mind, and you didn’t even know it.

But you did see his eyes grow a teeny bit wider.

It seemed he wasn’t as expressive as Emmet was.

“Yes! Thanks to you, he is healing up nicely! There haven’t been any issues so far with his healing.”

You slumped against the doorframe, relieved. If you were being honest with yourself, the thought of his well being had been weighing on you since he left that day. If he even made it home, or recovered at all.

“Oh thank goodness. I had wondered if he was alright after sneaking out after being unconscious for so long. With those injuries too, no less.”

Giving Ingo a small smile, you didn’t notice how his cheeks had grown slightly pink.

“Thank you so much for letting me know!”

Now you would hopefully be able to sleep a bit better at night, knowing Emmet was gonna be okay.

This man, Ingo, you think he said his name was, cleared his throat.

“I wanted to give you this.”

You stared at him blankly for a moment, before looking down.

He was holding out a piece of paper in his hand. Hesitantly, you took it from his grasp.

Much to your surprise, it was a set of numbers, along with his name written in cursive. Not something you expected from a greaser, but you knew from Emmet looks were deceiving.

“Are you… giving me your number?” You asked, feeling your face heat up as it really hit you over what he had given you.

You… never had a guy’s phone number before outside of school, since that was always for projects…

Ingo gave you a look, one you had a feeling was a more serious one than his regular face.

“Yes. If you need anything, anything at all, call me. I’ll take care of it for you.”

Shock must of been evident on your face, becuas his look seemed to shift into a somewhat amused one. His frown wasn’t as prominent, and the look in his eyes seemed lighter.

“But… why?” You asked, genuinely confused. He didn’t even know you, and you had a feeling having this guy’s favor was probably a big deal.

He tilted his head at you, confused as to why you would ask.

“Because you saved Emmet’s life. We both owe you a great debt. If you had not helped him, he very well could have died.”

His words settled into your stomach like rocks. Yeah, you knew he was in bad shape, but thinking how Emmet could have died without your help was an unsettling thought.

“Ah…” you only managed to mumble.

You then let out a squeak when Ingo was suddenly directly in front of you. His right are rested against the door frame above you, and his other hand was suddenly gently grabbing your chin.

“I mean it. Anything you want or need, it will be yours. I know Emmet is especially desperate to do anything you wish.”

Your face was red, and you found yourself sputtering at the sudden shift and contact. It didn’t help you swore you could see a smirk pushing through that ever present frown.

“We owe you so much. Please, even if it’s just to talk, call or message me.” He asked, having you look at him. Gone were the traces of the smirk, and his face seemed serious again.

Slowly, you nodded.

“I-… okay.” You agreed, you heart hammering in your chest.

All you were doing was agreeing to take his number and tell him if you needed anything, so you didn’t have to call him…

But the thought of getting to make sure Emmet got better whispered into the back of your mind. This way, you could make sure he was okay….

This was a risky game though. You knew greasers were trouble, so you would be playing with fire the more you associated with them.

Though you couldn’t help but wonder; was it really that bad that you wanted to talk to them, to make sure one was okay? They certainly didn’t seem all that bad…

Unaware of your inner turmoil, Ingo backed away, though he seemed much happier and brighter than when you had first opened the door.

“Excellent! Now, would you like to-“

Before he could finish, your phone made a small jingle, signaling your mother had messaged you. Ignoring Ingo, you scrambled for the device, and opened your messages.

Your heart nearly fell in your stomach. It seems your mother’s shopping trip was ending early, saying she couldn’t find everything she needed and would be home shortly.

Panicking, you didn’t notice the look of concern on Ingo’s face as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.

“I-I’m sorry, but you have to leave.”

The man’s eyes widened, taken aback by your sudden panic.

“What? Why-“

You shushed him, and looked further out the door and down the street.

“My mother is on her way home. If she sees you, she’ll freak out and start yelling. She’ll probably call the cops too.”

Quickly, with a quiet ‘sorry’, you grabbed his shoulder, and turned him around. You pushed him down the sidewalk towards what you assumed was his car.

“I’m so sorry, but she can’t see you. I promise to try and message or something, but for your sake, you must leave!”

You absolutely hated doing this to him. He seemed nice, if not a bit more reserved than Emmet. But you knew if your mother saw a greaser of all guys talking to you, she’d blow a gasket. She’d make accusations, scream, yell, probably ground you…

Then she would tell your father, who would make things worse. He may even go as far as to pull money for your tuition, or even try to get these guys arrested for just talking to you.

Even as an adult, you were still shackled to your parent’s wills.

Thankfully, Ingo didn’t resist you, and quickly walked with you to his car. Before he went to his door to get in, he gave you a look.

“Are you going to be okay, Angel?” He asked, his voice surprisingly soft compared to how loud it had been before.

You blinked, brain nearly freezing at the nickname.

“I-Yes-I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about what could happen to you. I can’t be seen talking to you or Emmet by my parents, and my mother is on her way home.”

Ingo’s lips tightened into a fine line, and he gave you a brisk nod.

Before he turned to walk over to the driver's side of his car, he surprised you.

He grabbed your hand, and pulled it up to his lips, giving the back of your hand a kiss.

You sputtered, feeling hot all over again.

He smirked against the back of your hand, before releasing you.

“Take care, Angel. I look forward to hearing from you.”

You almost didn’t register his words, too flustered from the gesture. It wasn’t until he climbed into his car, and shut the door, that you were taken out of your daze.

“W-Wait, I-“

He drove off with a wave before your brain could finish catching up.

Standing there a bit dumbly, you could only watch as his car turned a corner, and out of your sight. You ended up not moving for a few minutes, nearly jumping in surprise when your mother drove up behind you with a honk.

Spinning around, she rolled down the window as she pulled over closer to the sidewalk where you stood.

“Hey sweetie! Why are you standing out here?” She asked, a bit confused. She even tried to look in the direction you were facing, trying to see what you were looking at.

“Um…” you spoke, trying to keep the panic out of your voice.

“There were some rowdy kids on bikes yelling just a minute ago down the street. I was just…. Seeing if there was anything wrong.”

Your mother tutted, and then scoffed.

“Probably just some no good brats from a few blocks down. Don’t worry about them dear, they are nothing but trouble. They would drag you down just for wanting to help.”

She then rolled up her window and began to pull into the driveway, but you hardly noticed. Your mothers words echoed in your ears as you followed her inside to help woth groceries.

‘They would drag you down just for wanting to help.’

Would they, though?

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Ingo stared hard at the drivers wheel in the driveway at home, heart racing.

You, he didn’t know what to expect when he met you…

And yet…

You were so cute and sweet!

He had wondered if Emmet had exaggerated at all when he talked about you, but given how Emmet seemed so infatuated…

It made Ingo wonder just what was so special about you before.

His brother didn’t talk about you like you were just some flame he wanted to win over, oh no. He talked like he had been in love.

That had been surprising to Ingo.

Both twins had their fair share of partners, but neither had acted like this before.

No doubt Emmet will throw a fit when he finds out Ingo went to see you on his own without taking him, but Ingo had to see you in person. He had to see what kind of a person you were without his brother nearby.

Only the best would be allowed to properly date his baby brother, instead of just being a small flame for fun.

After meeting you, Ingo began to understand. You fit that criteria perfectly.

Ingo now knew why Emmet was so infatuated with you.

You were already cute, that much was certain. You were gorgeous, even.

But Emmet hadn’t been kidding when he said how sweet and kind you were.

How you were so worried for his brother still, who was a stranger to you.. Ingo knew right then and there that Emmet had not been exaggerating one bit. You, someone who didn’t know either of them, truly cared if Emmet was recovering.

You didn’t even care if you were talking to a greaser, you just genuinely cared if a stranger was okay.

Ingo felt his heart skip a beat in that moment. You really were an angel.

When he gave you his number, you didn’t even seem scared, or excited. That last bit may be a surprise, but given him and his brother were leaders of their group, many people wanted to be in their favor.

You just seemed a little hesitant and confused. He decided to take that as a good sign.

Ingo then sighed, pressing his head against the steering wheel once more.

It wasn’t uncommon for him and Emmet to share a partner, they both had similar tastes after all.

But he knew Emmet was already possessive and protective of you. There was a good chance he’d fight about it after he learned of Ingo’s own interest.

“Oh hell…” he mumbled. He couldn’t fight with Emmet. Not yet. Not when he was still healing.

After that?

It was fair game.

Until then, all he had to look forward to was you messaging or calling him.

Ingo’s frown then deepened after he thought about it.

Would you be able to safely?

You had seemed rather spooked when you got a message on your phone, mentioning something about how your mother can’t see him with you. All for his sake, you had said, but he felt there was a lot more to it than that.

Emmet mentioned you had him sneak out a window, that he would most likely have the cops called on him by your parents if they saw him.

Add that with what little tidbit he learned today… he wasn’t liking the picture that was forming in his head.

Were you safe? Were you okay?

Ingo began to also understand what Emmet meant when he would mention he was worried for his Angel.

Ingo gripped the steering wheel.

He had to figure this out, nor would he just let you sip through their fingers. You were a diamond in the rough, he could already tell.

If you didn’t want them? Fine, they could live with that. They could be happy being your friends and protecting you.

But oh, they wanted you. You really were an angel.

One Ingo had decided, they both would do just about anything for.

Now all he had to do was wait for you to call or message him. He’d take this slow, and let you lead. Ingo was sure Emmet was thinking the same thing, even now.

Thrumming his fingers against the wheel, he heaved out a sigh.

Until then, he had to go inside, and pray Emmet was still in bed healing.

You would no doubt be incredibly upset if he hurt himself again, after all. Something Ingo proudly used against Emmet when he tried to crawl out of bed.

Ingo grinned, happy to finally have a means of temporarily wrangling in his brother.

Yes, Ingo would enjoy this opportunity while it lasted.

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smtown-tourist · 1 year

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Year 5 - Dear our SHINiest angel:

Last year I decided to honor your memory with a letter written to you and I really liked that, so I’m going to make it a trend until I find a different way I want to remember you on your death day. Wow… Five years… has it really been that long since we lost you? It feels unreal to be thinking that. It seems like only yesterday that I was waking up to the news of your death. The pain of it still feels so fresh, though I can only imagine what it must feel like for your members and other loved ones. I know that you’re always on their minds.

It’s been quite a year for your beloved brothers. It started out with Onew making a comeback. You would’ve loved it - it was very Onew without having to be very ballad-y like we’re used to seeing from his solo work. I know you two used to bond over your love for ballads but I think you would’ve approved of him showcasing a new side of himself - the SHINee side. For me, it reminded me of when you released She Is; how it was bright and colorful, super catchy with choreography to match. You would be laughing at hearing all of the new gen K-pop stans that were surprised by this side of Onew because you know as well as us Shawols that Onew is just as capable of releasing a performance song as the rest of SHINee is. That’s the beautiful thing about you, your members, and SHINee as a whole: you’re all multitalented and capable of anything you put your minds to. Onew looked great in the music video and showcased his theatrical side. That would’ve had you laughing, too. That’s another thing you two bonded over: being goof balls together. Onew was your one hyung you had in the group, that one person you could turn to for that Hyung-ly advice when you needed it the most. Yet, I have to wonder if you had still been around for this comeback, if you would’ve been the Hyung in that moment. You and Taemin were the first to make your solo debuts and it comes with a heavy heart that Onew, Key, and Minho had to make theirs after you passed. I’m left wondering if Onew would’ve been coming you on advice for his album preparations. I wonder if you two would’ve sat down together and written songs together that he could’ve included on his upcoming album. On top of that, I wonder if you would’ve gifted any of the members one of your songs like you did with Taemin for his debut album. I know you would’ve done it in a heartbeat because you loved gifting others with your lyrical magic. I can already picture you now: as soon as you found out one of your members was making a solo debut, you would’ve locked yourself in the studios, working on the perfect song that fit that particular member just right. Would it please you to know that now, instead of them being inspiration for you, you’ve become an inspiration for them? Would you be touched? Brought to tears? I like to think so; like to believe that I know so. Key and Minho have both written songs in your honor, and of course we all know that all your members collaborated together to create Our Page, but my hope is that you’ll continue to inspire your members and we’ll get pieces from Onew and Taemin as well.

Next, we had your Bummie and his comeback. Holly fuck, did he rock this one. Everything your members release is amazing but Key truly found himself with this one. You would be so proud at the amount of involvement he had in this comeback. You know better than anyone how outspoken Key is and this album and comeback one hundred percent shows how much voice he had in it. I love that for him and I’m sure it makes you proud because that was one of the things you did as a solo artist, creating five whole albums made up of nothing but your own creations. You were a legend for that. It goes to show how much Key is sticking to his word: “all my actions are the truth of me and all for you.” Key has been speaking his truth, and though the “you” in his message is very nondescript, I believe wholeheartedly that that he’s referring to you - his Jonghyunnie-hyung. Though his artistic style is definitely his own, I can see your influence shining bright in him. He keeps releasing more and more of his own creations. I mentioned this in my last letter to you, but I have such a strong suspicion that you helped him in the past with his song writing. Maybe you were the one that taught him how or worked closely with him when he was still starting out. Maybe you two would hit the studios together and record demos of the songs Key wrote because you were so excited to guide him into the finished result and leave him with an arsenal of songs he could someday use in the future. I’m sorry that you’ll never get to hear the finished results and stand beside him as you witnessed people’s reactions to them. For my own piece of mind, I like to think that there was at least one song of his that you got to listen to before you passed and the praise you gave him after listening to it helped motivate him to keep writing. You would be proud of how far he’s come and how great the songs are that he writes. His title song, Gasoline, was one he wrote and he fought tooth and nail to have it as his title track despite not many voting for it. That was always something you two had in common - your drive to make yourselves heard and convince others that your choice was the right one. I could just see you voting for it, even though you would have no part in the decision making process. Not because you would feel obligated as his group member but because the song is an embodiment of Key and a song he wrote himself. You always created music that meant something to you without caring how others felt because in the end, it was something you were proud of and made with your own two hands. It would make you happy to see Key following in your footsteps.

Taeminnie was supposed to return from his enlistment on November 27th, but his discharge date got postponed. It was a real let down but at least he was able to come visit Key at his solo concert. Late last year, he had to be moved to Public Service because of his struggles with anxiety and depression. I bet it worried your members to see another one of you going through that. I can’t imagine how much it scared them and how all of their minds instantly went to you. I can’t blame them, and I hope you don’t either, for immediately worrying that Taemin would follow in your footsteps in the wrong way. That’s not to say that any of us put any blame on you. I think your struggles, your story, helped show Taemin what happens when you leave your mental health unchecked and don’t put in those barriers to protect yourself from getting in too deep. You’ve shown him how it feels for an outsider to experience losing someone to a battle with depression. In my mind, I like to think that it’s because of you that Taemin spoke out about his mental health troubles and told his superiors so that they may grant him a better way of fulfilling his enlistment. Yet, at the same time, I hope Taemin isn’t completing his new tasks and asking himself the same question that you did: did I do well? I hope he’s not further beating himself up and thinking he’s weak because he couldn’t handle the stress of his original placement. Like we did for you, I want us to send Taemin the message that he did do well. He did well by prioritizing his mental health. He did well by not giving up entirely. He did well by not giving into the toxic masculinity mindset of sucking it up and being a tougher man. You helped with that, you know. You were always battling that toxic masculinity by showcasing your emotions and being vulnerable about your troubles. You were a good hyung to your maknae and even in death, he’s still learning from you. When Taemin eventually returns, we’ll showcase that love for him and remind him how great he is; that he did in fact do well. Just like we did for you. Thank you for reminding us Shawols of how important it is to praise our idols for their accomplishments no matter how small they may be. Taemin admitting to having anxiety and depression was a vulnerable moment filled with trust for us as a fandom to accept that about him instead of shaming him. We mustn’t forget that and let him dive back into idol life without thinking of himself first. I want nothing more than to see SHINee reunite, but above all else I want all of our boys to be happy and healthy before that happens. We are a patient fandom and we’ll wait however long it takes for that to happen if it means we get to have all of our boys together, including you in spirit.

After releasing a couple singles, Minho finally made his solo debut earlier this week. It’s been a long time coming, but like I said, SHINee World is a patient fandom. It was well worth the wait, but I guess you already expected that. You have more faith in your member’s capabilities than I think they sometimes have in themselves. Perhaps that’s another thing you all have in common as the humblest idols in K-pop. You five can never see how hard you work and always claim that you could’ve done better. Yet, when it comes to each other, you can see each other’s efforts and greatness as clear as day, but instead of getting on each other for not believing in yourselves, you build each other up like true teammates. I think Minho could’ve used you in this time preparing for his debut. Not because he’s lacking or needs you there to hold his hand through it all, but because he needs you there to cancel out that voice in his head telling him that everything needs to be perfect. I think that’s part of why it took him so long to get to this point. Minho has all the talent, all the drive and ambition to release a stellar solo album, but his need for perfection holds him back. You know how competitive he is - he’ll want to make sure that whatever he releases gets him some kind of win. He could’ve really used you to be there to tell him that not everything is a competition and what’s more important is that he’s releasing something that speaks to him as an artist. As a fellow selfless person, you know the kind of mindset that Minho walks around with and have laid witness to many of his selfless actions. Himself is never the first thing on his mind and alongside viewing an album release as a competition, you know he’ll be worrying about what the fans will think and wanting to make them happy. You’re a perfect example of a solo artist that didn’t lose themselves in the album making process. When you created your first album, you could’ve easily gone to SM and asked for the album to be filled with the songs they believe will be the next big hit. But you didn’t. You had a selfish moment and created a debut album filled only with songs of your own creation because it brought you happiness to share that part of yourself with the world. I think Minho could’ve benefited from you being there to tell him to be selfish for once and do something that will make him happy. Looking at the final result, I think in the end Minho was able to accomplish that. Even though you weren’t here in person to give him that advice, I think you did help in someway. He included a self-written piece, just like you did, and his motivation to have his album follow the rest of SHINee’s inspired others to create a song that matched the rhyming theme with his title song and album name, Chase. It’s yet to be said, but I believe that the lyrics for the song are a reflection on Minho’s feelings towards losing you. He might not have written it himself, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t thinking of you when giving directions on the kind of song he wanted to promote and the message he wanted to convey. I believe in thinking of you and SHINee when creating this album was his own selfish moment that he desperately needed. I’m glad that he was able to find that in the end, and I’m sure you are, too. You would’ve been the first one to praise him on how well he did. I hope he can hear it, in his heart, because once again he’s falling into that same humble SHINee mindset that he needs to work harder. I hope when the day comes when all of you can reunite in the afterlife that you’ll be the first one to tell him, and all the SHINee members, that they did well.

It feels right to end this letter talking to you about Minho’s official solo debut because as Minho keeps reminding us, he’s the final piece to the puzzle. SHINee’s solo album collection is finally complete. Again, we have you to thank for this because you were the one to start the trend by “plagiarizing” Taemin’s album design. It was such a silly joke the two of you made at your solo debut party. If only you would’ve known that you were the trend setter in all of this. You inspired Key to follow the same album design when he made his solo debut, and Onew continued it, even though it’s only in Korean that the album titles rhyme. It was still a style choice that they decided to follow because of you. If it weren’t for you “plagiarizing” Taemin, we would never have the beautiful collection that we have now. You were also the one that once said that even when SHINee is apart, you still come together in the end. Like pieces of a puzzle, these albums represent the individual styles, colors, and personalities that make up SHINee. It’s such a beautiful concept and metaphor because really, all of you shine so brightly when you stand alone, but you shine the brightest when you stand together as Shining SHINee. Thank you for “plagiarizing” Taemin. Thank you for wanting to remain connected to your group even when you stand alone. Thank you for starting something that gives all of us, the fans and your members, a way of staying connected to you even though you’re gone. It’s the most precious gift you could’ve given us, even if you didn’t realize the significance of it at the time. Were you always secretly hoping Onew, Key, and Minho would continue the trend? Were you hoping to one day display them all together? I know you would have because your members mean so much to you and you would be so proud of them you just couldn’t help showcasing it. I can picture you taking one of your cheesy closed-eyed selfies with all of them like a proud appa taking a family photo with his children. SHINee is truly a family, a family you helped create, and though you might not be related by blood, a stronger bond ties all of you together. In a way, these solo albums are like a physical representation of what it would be like to be tied together through blood. It was your combined efforts, you blood, sweat, and tears that created this invisible tether that will forever bind the five of you together. You all will find each other again, whether it be in the afterlife or in another life, I truly believe with all my heart that the five of you are meant to be together. Did SM know what they were doing when they placed you five together? Did they know the kind of magic they were creating? It was destiny, and I’m so, so glad to be one of the billions of people that get to witness that. Bonds like this don’t come around that often. It’s beautiful and I’m thankful every day that I discovered your wonderful group. As much as it pains me that you’re no longer around to witness and physically be a part of it all, you are still here in spirit. I feel you in everything SHINee does, both as a group and individually. Your members were right when they wrote their dedicated song for you, Our Page. This page in SHINee’s story has not ended, not even close, and you will stay together until the end. You will never not be considered a SHINee member and SHINee will always remain five. I look forward to seeing your presence in every SHINee endeavor that’s still yet to come, and though these dedicated posts used to bring me much sadness, I now look forward to sharing that with you for years to come. Next year marks 15 years since SHINee debuted, so I know it’ll be a great one. See you next year, our beautiful angel. You did well, and your members are continuing to do well, and it’s all thanks to you.

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