november 13 - november 26
So. These are really super late this week, but in my defense, it's almost finals. Also, check our twitter feed for more fun fics and drabbles that didn't make it into the recs but were still very enjoyable! Now excuse me as I go pass out.
8 million ways / key/dongwoon
by estimae
Jaejin shrugs, and Kibum takes the hint.
Jaejin had reacted the worst to the accident, even worse than Kibum. The last dredges of the wreckage were still in him, reappearing whenever Jaejin came home from work tired and frustrated. Kibum mostly adopted Dongwoon's optimism and tolerated it.
head over heals / 2min
by noruwei
Sometimes Minho catches a flushed, dreamy expression on Taemin’s face and he hates (loves) the way it makes his throat run dry and his heart beat faster in his chest. When he sees it one morning, fleeting and distant, as Taemin lies on the couch looking at his phone, he doesn’t think before striding towards him and catching his chin for a rough, sloppy kiss. Minho doesn’t like how he loses control, just like that - he’s always prided himself for being cool and collected. And however he convinces himself otherwise, such behavior is anything but. If Minho’s completely honest with himself, he’s falling apart.
love like oxygen / onho
by pateshie
“He has a name, Kibum.”
“Yes,” Kibum says slowly, as if Jinki’s manners are subjecting him to endless suffering. “But, my darling Jinki, would you rather look at his name tag or his rock hard eight pack?”
Jinki doesn’t say anything and returns to burying his fingers in the sand. He can just picture the victorious grin on Kibum’s face, and judging by how quiet it is on their beach towel suddenly it probably means the lifeguards are back from their 10 minute refreshment break.
observing silence / ontae
by stanleee
20 June, Wednesday
The buzzing has gotten louder and so has the periods of silences. I think I should check with a doctor soon because Minho hyung is looking at me weirdly recently. And if Minho hyung is finding something odd with me, then there must be something odd with me. He never really notices much. .
road mix vol 2 / jongkey
by noruwei
“Road trip.” says Jonghyun’s voice over the phone one night, and before Kibum can even say “What the fuck it’s 2AM” a stone hits his window. Jonghyun is waving vigorously in front of his gate, his smile so bright Kibum can barely stand to look at it so early in the morning.
“Pack your bag and get down here,” Jonghyun calls.
“Shut up,” Kibum hisses, and stumbles back through his dark room in the direction of the closet.
sinister kid / taekey
by sailorbon
His phone vibrates, beckoning his attention before he ends up digging more cigarettes from his pockets in boredom. He answers with a silent smile, the caller already roaring in his ear to get his ass inside before everyone shows up and crowds the flood gates. He’s hung up on before he can reply and so walks further down the iron gate, running his fingers along it merrily as he hears some music start up inside.
starlight in your eyes / minkey
by chiharu
“Oh God.” Kibum sets his phone down, giving Nicole a look. Their professor is busy setting up the projector screen at the front of the room. “I am not going to another food festival.”
Nicole grins. “Nope. I won a raffle outside of the gym yesterday and scored free passes to an exercise class! It’ll be fun, and we can work off our food babies from last weekend!” The last time Nicole dragged Kibum to a vegetarian food festival, they had gorged on kabobs, gyros, and consumed approximately half of the fried samosas from one vendor. Kibum thinks it’s fitting that their friendship is characterized by extreme binging followed by half hearted attempts at exercising.
“Fine,” he says, leaning over his desk. “But only if you let me copy your documentary notes.”
there goes the memory switch / 2min
by fleurettyy
the next day you go to school and (your best friend who isn’t really your best friend anymore because you don’t remember ever talking to him) comes up to you with an apologetic face. you don’t know what he’s talking about when he says he’s sorry about using the exact same words from your letter but he wants you to know that the girl isn’t worth it (he dumped her just now or something, you don’t really care, really).
“wait, do i know you?” you manage to ask and (your best friend) gives you an incredulous look.
these games we play / jongho
by kiwi_ism
Clearly annoyed, the man straightens up and grabs hold of Jonghyun’s arm, giving it a light tug. “Excuse us. We were just leaving.”
“Oh? Were you just leaving?” The taller one asks Jonghyun, looking down at the brunette who’s trembling in his arms. The hand around his chin moves lower so that it’s cradling his neck and Jonghyun’s breaths become shallower at the implied threat behind the action. “Were you?” The question is repeated as the hand grips his throat and Jonghyun tilts his head back instinctually as a means to escape it, but with his free hand, the other grips his hair and Jonghyun is held in place.
He glances at the man who is waiting impatiently and then smiles. “Sorry,” he says with a shaky laugh. “You’re a bit too old for me.” The man’s jaw drops as Jonghyun is dragged from the stool be the other competitor. He releases his grip around the brunette’s throat and instead lets his arm slide down to Jonghyun’s waist, pulling the brunette along as they leave the rather sleazy man behind them.
8 million ways / key/dongwoon
by estimae
Jaejin shrugs, and Kibum takes the hint.
Jaejin had reacted the worst to the accident, even worse than Kibum. The last dredges of the wreckage were still in him, reappearing whenever Jaejin came home from work tired and frustrated. Kibum mostly adopted Dongwoon's optimism and tolerated it.
head over heals / 2min
by noruwei
Sometimes Minho catches a flushed, dreamy expression on Taemin’s face and he hates (loves) the way it makes his throat run dry and his heart beat faster in his chest. When he sees it one morning, fleeting and distant, as Taemin lies on the couch looking at his phone, he doesn’t think before striding towards him and catching his chin for a rough, sloppy kiss. Minho doesn’t like how he loses control, just like that - he’s always prided himself for being cool and collected. And however he convinces himself otherwise, such behavior is anything but. If Minho’s completely honest with himself, he’s falling apart.
love like oxygen / onho
by pateshie
“He has a name, Kibum.”
“Yes,” Kibum says slowly, as if Jinki’s manners are subjecting him to endless suffering. “But, my darling Jinki, would you rather look at his name tag or his rock hard eight pack?”
Jinki doesn’t say anything and returns to burying his fingers in the sand. He can just picture the victorious grin on Kibum’s face, and judging by how quiet it is on their beach towel suddenly it probably means the lifeguards are back from their 10 minute refreshment break.
observing silence / ontae
by stanleee
20 June, Wednesday
The buzzing has gotten louder and so has the periods of silences. I think I should check with a doctor soon because Minho hyung is looking at me weirdly recently. And if Minho hyung is finding something odd with me, then there must be something odd with me. He never really notices much. .
road mix vol 2 / jongkey
by noruwei
“Road trip.” says Jonghyun’s voice over the phone one night, and before Kibum can even say “What the fuck it’s 2AM” a stone hits his window. Jonghyun is waving vigorously in front of his gate, his smile so bright Kibum can barely stand to look at it so early in the morning.
“Pack your bag and get down here,” Jonghyun calls.
“Shut up,” Kibum hisses, and stumbles back through his dark room in the direction of the closet.
sinister kid / taekey
by sailorbon
His phone vibrates, beckoning his attention before he ends up digging more cigarettes from his pockets in boredom. He answers with a silent smile, the caller already roaring in his ear to get his ass inside before everyone shows up and crowds the flood gates. He’s hung up on before he can reply and so walks further down the iron gate, running his fingers along it merrily as he hears some music start up inside.
starlight in your eyes / minkey
by chiharu
“Oh God.” Kibum sets his phone down, giving Nicole a look. Their professor is busy setting up the projector screen at the front of the room. “I am not going to another food festival.”
Nicole grins. “Nope. I won a raffle outside of the gym yesterday and scored free passes to an exercise class! It’ll be fun, and we can work off our food babies from last weekend!” The last time Nicole dragged Kibum to a vegetarian food festival, they had gorged on kabobs, gyros, and consumed approximately half of the fried samosas from one vendor. Kibum thinks it’s fitting that their friendship is characterized by extreme binging followed by half hearted attempts at exercising.
“Fine,” he says, leaning over his desk. “But only if you let me copy your documentary notes.”
there goes the memory switch / 2min
by fleurettyy
the next day you go to school and (your best friend who isn’t really your best friend anymore because you don’t remember ever talking to him) comes up to you with an apologetic face. you don’t know what he’s talking about when he says he’s sorry about using the exact same words from your letter but he wants you to know that the girl isn’t worth it (he dumped her just now or something, you don’t really care, really).
“wait, do i know you?” you manage to ask and (your best friend) gives you an incredulous look.
these games we play / jongho
by kiwi_ism
Clearly annoyed, the man straightens up and grabs hold of Jonghyun’s arm, giving it a light tug. “Excuse us. We were just leaving.”
“Oh? Were you just leaving?” The taller one asks Jonghyun, looking down at the brunette who’s trembling in his arms. The hand around his chin moves lower so that it’s cradling his neck and Jonghyun’s breaths become shallower at the implied threat behind the action. “Were you?” The question is repeated as the hand grips his throat and Jonghyun tilts his head back instinctually as a means to escape it, but with his free hand, the other grips his hair and Jonghyun is held in place.
He glances at the man who is waiting impatiently and then smiles. “Sorry,” he says with a shaky laugh. “You’re a bit too old for me.” The man’s jaw drops as Jonghyun is dragged from the stool be the other competitor. He releases his grip around the brunette’s throat and instead lets his arm slide down to Jonghyun’s waist, pulling the brunette along as they leave the rather sleazy man behind them.