Fanfic: The Shining Garden (Secret Garden K-Drama/SHINee crossover); Introduction (original) (raw)

Title: The Shining Garden
Chapter: Introduction
Rating: PG
Pairing: None, yet (eventual main pairing of Onew/Minho, as well as quite a few others)
Summary: Onew is the President of a department store, son of a chaebol. Minho is a stuntman, son of a fireman. Both are beyond stubborn and possibly the two most prideful people in Seoul - and it will take magic to bring them together.
A/N: This is a cross-over fic between the Secret Garden K-drama and K-pop band SHINee, and there will be other random K-pop people as well.

SHINee/Other - Secret Garden correspondences:

Onew - Kim Joo-Won - Pres. of a department store
Minho - Gil Ra-Im - Stuntman
Key - Oska - Pop Idol and Onew’s hyung/1st cousin
Jonghyun - Secretary Kim - Onew’s secretary
Taemin - Ssun - Musician
Kyuhyun - Yuen-sul - CF/MV director and Key’s ex
Donghae - Ah-Young - Minho’s room-mate/best friend
Changmin - Director Im - Minho’s Action Team Director
Amber - Second Director Hwang - Changmin’s 2nd in command
Sungmin - Chae-rin - Actor and one of Key’s on-again-off-agains

Landing with bone-thudding crash onto the cement, the motorcycle tips, the rider’s foot reaching out for purchase as he leans forward just long enough to swing out of the seat, his long legs flying, and pulls a gun from somewhere under his leather coat as he crouches on the ground. Scanning his surroundings, he smoothly tugs out another gun for his free hand, and begins shooting through the dark in a perfect circle, his limber body twisting as the assassins fall around him with screams of agony.

As the last man crumples to the ground, from somewhere to the gunman’s right an authoritative voice calls, “CUT!” The lights go on, revealing cameras, prop staff, various other stuntmen and actors. The ‘dead’ assassins rise, and join in the clapping that begins.

With a smile that is somehow hopeful, thankful and excited all rolled together, the gunman stands and bows to the filming director, and then hurries off to join the rest of the stunt team huddled around their own director.

“Good job today,” Director Shim stated in an undertone of pride. “But there were a few too many fumbles on that final scene. Less partying the night before filming next time.” The sheepish grins that grew on the faces of his team proved how right his assessment had been, and his forehead wrinkled in mock-annoyance before he shook each of their hands and the group dispersed.

“Yah! Minho! Come join us for BBQ!” Second Director Liu called out with a toss of her floppy hair as Minho removed the gun-holster from around his waist and deposited it on the props table carefully. Looking up with a smile, Minho nodded and went to change into his own clothing and out of the lead’s costume.

~~~

“Kibum, please stop being difficult.” Lee Jinki tapped the tips of his fingers on the desk in front of him, less out of impatience and more to annoy the fur-clad man sitting across from him. “Sign the contract, and you can go back to doing whatever, or whomever, it was that you were doing before I dared to bother the great Hallyu Star Key with such mundane details as the renewal of his model contract with the only department store in Seoul that will still hire him.”

“Aish!” Key grumbled, raising a hand as if he was going to slap the younger man before pulling it back and narrowing his eyes instead. “I don’t see why you can’t raise the amount, you said you would last year!”

“Yes,” Jinki replied slowly, as if he was talking to a child. “And that was before you had a scandal that almost ruined the family honor... for the, what is it now, sixth, seventh time? You’re lucky you’re my cousin or you wouldn’t be getting the contract at all, which you know is the truth. So just sign it, and you can go back to that strangely pink creature that was swarming all over you as I drove past this morning.”

“What, Minnie?” Key laughed airily. “Oh he’s gone back to the set. I really think I’m done with him, anyway. Too... like you said. Clingy.”

Rolling his eyes at his hyung, Jinki pushed the papers across the desk. “Just sign them, Kibum, or we’ll both be late to grandfather’s dinner, and neither of us want to upset him.”

“Or our mothers.” Key added with a shudder. He took the papers, rolled his eyes, picked up the expensive pen that Jinki handed him and signed his name with a flourish. “Happy now?” he asked with an elaborate sigh.

“Simply thrilled. Now go home and change out of that... creature.”

Key petted at his furs protectively and stood. “Fine. See you at grandfather’s, dongsaeng.”

Jinki gave him a withering look as he left, and then handed the papers to Secretary Kim as he trotted in past Key. “File these, I’m leaving.”

“Yes President Lee!” Secretary Kim replied with a slightly over-eager smile.