Feb 18 - March 2
Wow, we have a pretty diverse collection of recs this time around- an unexpected mixture of fluff, horror, drama, comedy, and slice of life. Don't forget to follow @shinierthanthou on twitter and also leave these authors feedback! As always, PM us with your personal recs!
at day's end / ot5
by 19-blue-roses
And here, at the end of the finish line, Taemin stops and turns and sees his hyung down. It’s funny, because in the beginning, he was the one who wasn’t able to keep up--in the race to stardom, he was always last, always a little weaker than the others, always a little slower. But, somewhere along the way, he surpassed them.
christmas lattes / onho
by static_abyss
It becomes routine, trying to spend as much time with Jinki as he can. Minho gets up earlier in the mornings to walk Jinki to work. They have breakfast together, a cup of coffee and a muffin. After, Minho goes to work, signs papers and ignores his secretary's knowing glances whenever he picks up the phone to text Jinki.
In the afternoons Minho sits with Jinki in the coffee shop, a different latte in front of him every. Peppermint is Minho's favorite. Jinki likes the gingerbread.
They talk late into the night, sometimes well into the morning so that Minho has no choice but to crash on Jinki's couch. It happens so often that Jinki suggests Minho bring a change of clothes for emergencies and before he knows it, Minho's clothes are hanging in Jinki's closet.
head / ot5
by pateshie
He points to where Taemin and Minho are warily eyeing a large showering area with five evenly-spaced shower heads and shampoo ledges. Taemin is still gaping and Minho’s expression can’t decide between mirth and extreme distaste. Jonghyun is sitting on the counter with his head buried in his hands, having adequately expressed his feelings via one yell of unadulterated horror.
heal / taemin/gwiboon
by hipslip
The world did this to her, colored her in different shades of pain.
That was why it didn't matter how bare she was on stage. It wasn't that she was in love with the light that shined on her skin or the hot breaths hovering around her. It was because she was familiar with it. With this familiarity came the miniscule permit of security.
i can't even breathe without you / 2min
by noruwei
When Taemin returns to the cell after three days, amazingly, inexplicably, he has become somewhat of a mini-celebrity. There is a grudging respect accorded him for not ratting out Choi for planting the razor in his bag, and his henchmen now pound Taemin on the back and call him “My man”. Choi himself, however, seems oddly angry and restless, his motions jerky and restrained as he watches Taemin with impenetrable eyes across the rec room.
let me sing amongst the stars / jongkey
by unevenalignment
"Well, I just don't fucking believe this," Kibum started, working up to a rant. "I work my ass off for Celerity for four and a half years and you manage to pick my ship to steal. What are you running from, anyway? Just the cops who want you for stealing my ship, or are there other warrants out for your arrest? Did you kill someone? Or is this just a joyride, grand theft air-auto, something your Daddy's going to have to clean up later?"
lasting / minkey
by windlost
In hindsight, Minho thinks that maybe if Kibum had closed the space, overcame all the fog and steam and blurred out edges, that maybe this would have turned out differently, that maybe he would have the courage to say something truthful along the lines of ‘I'll miss you’, instead of just watching the boy board his flight.
mouthless / taemin-fic
by wynnetimate
Taemin thinks he sees someone crouched into foetal position in the corner, this small and dark silhouette against a stack of mats. Part of Taemin wants to ignore it, pretend it isn't there like a monster under the bed, but against his better judgement he takes a step closer in sick fascination. There's black skin like bread burned in the toaster, and long threads of auburn hair clinging to a nearly-bare scalp.
of yoghurt and oranges / jonghyun/minjung
by hipslip
For whatever reason, Minjung ends up in Jonghyun's rooftop that night, bawling her eyes out. Jonghyun notices the static in his reception so he goes up to check whatever's in the way of his satellite. Turns out it's a crying girl.
something goes right / jongho
by gurkl
"Was the film good?" Jonghyun asked as they walked towards their dorms, late night wind biting at their skin. Minho looked down, momentarily dazed at how close Jonghyun's face was, nose pink and cheeks flushed from the cold. Minho decided he'd never looked better, not last week when the stylists had got his hair just right and Minho hadn't been unable to concentrate on their performance. Or the week before that when Jonghyun had wore that new shirt, the one with the low collar and Minho had spent the entire day making conversation with the smooth skin of Jonghyun's chest.
A sharp jab to his side pulled Minho out of his thoughts, "It was good." He croaked out, mouth going dry as a pleased smile spread across Jonghyun face.
synergetic / minkey
by paripassi
“Are you free?” Minho’s deep voice asks. Kibum ignores him for a few moments, and spreads further out on the bleachers as he jots a few notes down. The coach allows him to attend closed practices for observations. He’s studying sports medicine and comes in handy every now and again during matches with skinned knees and tackles that are a little too hard to come back from right away. (Not to mention the amazing stretching routine he put together for the team).
“For…?” He slowly fills out a practice diagram of muscle groups for an upcoming test, dark eyes lazily reading over what he just wrote through black framed glasses.
“Don’t play stupid, I know you’re logging hours.” Minho’s hips shift in the corner of Kibum’s vision, the white of his grass stained soccer shorts brushing over strong muscular thighs, one of the blue socks hugging his calf is drooping a little and it takes all of Kibum to not reach over and fix it.
the prestige / jongyu
by lense
Months into being Jonghyun's assistant and Jinki still hasn't found a way to get himself out of Jonghyun's subtle attempts at using him as a guinea pig for cases that are not as interesting. "Seriously, bunnies? You find bunnies more interesting than the death of a 20-year-old and an age-old legend coming to life?"
Jonghyun clenches and unclenches his fists. "Bunnies are infinitely amusing. Also, you might want to get moving on that hound case. Time is ticking, Jinki."
"I don't have to go there."
"Of course, you don't." Jonghyun gives him a smug smile. "But I'm asking you to go there. The price you have to pay for not giving me my nicotine patches."
where everyone's worst fears come true / onho
by civilized_era
He has his suitcase open on his bed, and just to entertain the thought, instead of packing some half-assed wardrobe for lurking in bars in foreign hotels and settling down into a cramped seat on a 747, he reaches for a picture of his grandparents when they were young, posed together with his grandmother sitting and his grandfather’s hand on her shoulder, smiling with their eyes fixed on a point off camera, her hair in soft curls held back with a barrette above her left eyebrow, his self-consciously slicked back with water. It was the item he had named during one of those icebreaker exercises, what would you save first if your house caught on fire?
He remembers Minho’s answer: The members.
at day's end / ot5
by 19-blue-roses
And here, at the end of the finish line, Taemin stops and turns and sees his hyung down. It’s funny, because in the beginning, he was the one who wasn’t able to keep up--in the race to stardom, he was always last, always a little weaker than the others, always a little slower. But, somewhere along the way, he surpassed them.
christmas lattes / onho
by static_abyss
It becomes routine, trying to spend as much time with Jinki as he can. Minho gets up earlier in the mornings to walk Jinki to work. They have breakfast together, a cup of coffee and a muffin. After, Minho goes to work, signs papers and ignores his secretary's knowing glances whenever he picks up the phone to text Jinki.
In the afternoons Minho sits with Jinki in the coffee shop, a different latte in front of him every. Peppermint is Minho's favorite. Jinki likes the gingerbread.
They talk late into the night, sometimes well into the morning so that Minho has no choice but to crash on Jinki's couch. It happens so often that Jinki suggests Minho bring a change of clothes for emergencies and before he knows it, Minho's clothes are hanging in Jinki's closet.
head / ot5
by pateshie
He points to where Taemin and Minho are warily eyeing a large showering area with five evenly-spaced shower heads and shampoo ledges. Taemin is still gaping and Minho’s expression can’t decide between mirth and extreme distaste. Jonghyun is sitting on the counter with his head buried in his hands, having adequately expressed his feelings via one yell of unadulterated horror.
heal / taemin/gwiboon
by hipslip
The world did this to her, colored her in different shades of pain.
That was why it didn't matter how bare she was on stage. It wasn't that she was in love with the light that shined on her skin or the hot breaths hovering around her. It was because she was familiar with it. With this familiarity came the miniscule permit of security.
i can't even breathe without you / 2min
by noruwei
When Taemin returns to the cell after three days, amazingly, inexplicably, he has become somewhat of a mini-celebrity. There is a grudging respect accorded him for not ratting out Choi for planting the razor in his bag, and his henchmen now pound Taemin on the back and call him “My man”. Choi himself, however, seems oddly angry and restless, his motions jerky and restrained as he watches Taemin with impenetrable eyes across the rec room.
let me sing amongst the stars / jongkey
by unevenalignment
"Well, I just don't fucking believe this," Kibum started, working up to a rant. "I work my ass off for Celerity for four and a half years and you manage to pick my ship to steal. What are you running from, anyway? Just the cops who want you for stealing my ship, or are there other warrants out for your arrest? Did you kill someone? Or is this just a joyride, grand theft air-auto, something your Daddy's going to have to clean up later?"
lasting / minkey
by windlost
In hindsight, Minho thinks that maybe if Kibum had closed the space, overcame all the fog and steam and blurred out edges, that maybe this would have turned out differently, that maybe he would have the courage to say something truthful along the lines of ‘I'll miss you’, instead of just watching the boy board his flight.
mouthless / taemin-fic
by wynnetimate
Taemin thinks he sees someone crouched into foetal position in the corner, this small and dark silhouette against a stack of mats. Part of Taemin wants to ignore it, pretend it isn't there like a monster under the bed, but against his better judgement he takes a step closer in sick fascination. There's black skin like bread burned in the toaster, and long threads of auburn hair clinging to a nearly-bare scalp.
of yoghurt and oranges / jonghyun/minjung
by hipslip
For whatever reason, Minjung ends up in Jonghyun's rooftop that night, bawling her eyes out. Jonghyun notices the static in his reception so he goes up to check whatever's in the way of his satellite. Turns out it's a crying girl.
something goes right / jongho
by gurkl
"Was the film good?" Jonghyun asked as they walked towards their dorms, late night wind biting at their skin. Minho looked down, momentarily dazed at how close Jonghyun's face was, nose pink and cheeks flushed from the cold. Minho decided he'd never looked better, not last week when the stylists had got his hair just right and Minho hadn't been unable to concentrate on their performance. Or the week before that when Jonghyun had wore that new shirt, the one with the low collar and Minho had spent the entire day making conversation with the smooth skin of Jonghyun's chest.
A sharp jab to his side pulled Minho out of his thoughts, "It was good." He croaked out, mouth going dry as a pleased smile spread across Jonghyun face.
synergetic / minkey
by paripassi
“Are you free?” Minho’s deep voice asks. Kibum ignores him for a few moments, and spreads further out on the bleachers as he jots a few notes down. The coach allows him to attend closed practices for observations. He’s studying sports medicine and comes in handy every now and again during matches with skinned knees and tackles that are a little too hard to come back from right away. (Not to mention the amazing stretching routine he put together for the team).
“For…?” He slowly fills out a practice diagram of muscle groups for an upcoming test, dark eyes lazily reading over what he just wrote through black framed glasses.
“Don’t play stupid, I know you’re logging hours.” Minho’s hips shift in the corner of Kibum’s vision, the white of his grass stained soccer shorts brushing over strong muscular thighs, one of the blue socks hugging his calf is drooping a little and it takes all of Kibum to not reach over and fix it.
the prestige / jongyu
by lense
Months into being Jonghyun's assistant and Jinki still hasn't found a way to get himself out of Jonghyun's subtle attempts at using him as a guinea pig for cases that are not as interesting. "Seriously, bunnies? You find bunnies more interesting than the death of a 20-year-old and an age-old legend coming to life?"
Jonghyun clenches and unclenches his fists. "Bunnies are infinitely amusing. Also, you might want to get moving on that hound case. Time is ticking, Jinki."
"I don't have to go there."
"Of course, you don't." Jonghyun gives him a smug smile. "But I'm asking you to go there. The price you have to pay for not giving me my nicotine patches."
where everyone's worst fears come true / onho
by civilized_era
He has his suitcase open on his bed, and just to entertain the thought, instead of packing some half-assed wardrobe for lurking in bars in foreign hotels and settling down into a cramped seat on a 747, he reaches for a picture of his grandparents when they were young, posed together with his grandmother sitting and his grandfather’s hand on her shoulder, smiling with their eyes fixed on a point off camera, her hair in soft curls held back with a barrette above her left eyebrow, his self-consciously slicked back with water. It was the item he had named during one of those icebreaker exercises, what would you save first if your house caught on fire?
He remembers Minho’s answer: The members.