March 4-March 16
SHINEE'S BACK! And so are we, with this round of recs for your reading pleasure. As always, check us out on twitter @shinierthanthou. If you like what you read, tell the authors! And drop us a line if you've read something great recently that you want to share.
i can't even breathe without you (2/2) / 2min
by noruwei
“Can you stand?” Minho asks, his voice sounding like it’s wrapped in flannel, and Taemin cannot speak. Minho slips his arms below Taemin’s knee and under his arms, and then lifts him up as smoothly and easily as if he were weightless. His hair is plastered to his temples as he carries Taemin to the car, and Taemin’s head lolls into his chest, the scent enveloping him like a favourite shirt, like the road you can’t help but take home.
33 ways to seduce Kim Kibum / jongkey
by dubu_dubu
So despite the fact that just about everyone he encounters thinks he has a better chance wooing Kim Jong Un than Kim Kibum, Jonghyun decides that he’s going to go after Kibum, naysayers be damned. After all, his mother had raised him right, instilling in him three of life's most important lessons.
1. People could do anything as long they put their mind to it.
2. Anything worth having is worth working for.
3. Don't leave a fan on in a closed room. It will kill you.
you and i, we could just sit in the dark\jongyu
by acousticworks
It was well past 3 a.m. when Jonghyun finally decided Jinki must have fallen asleep and snuck out of the apartment. This was what he was most nervous about. What did it make him, if he gave into his urges and bit someone? A killer? A murderer? Could he really kill someone? And would it quench this ever-growing thirst?
Synergetic (2/2) / minkey
by paripassi
“Ki-“ Minho can’t even finish the other’s name because he can’t catch his breath. He kisses the height of Kibum’s cheek bone, thinking to himself how strange it is that a half marathon can hardly steal his breath away but just a few minutes of kissing the beautiful man perched over him has him completely winded.
Best For Kissing / onho
by thefourthstage
There’s a beat of near silence, in which the only noises Minho picks up are a stifled whimper and the slick sounds of Jinki rubbing his fingers through the tear tracks on his cheeks. Then he hears the rustle of clothing, and a small voice, 180-degrees from the chipper, animated one he’s grown accustomed to, says, “Last one.”
Out of Space and Time / jongho
by static_abyss and sestinande
Minho can’t move. This is what registers first, the complete lack of awareness of his own body, a feeling similar to floating and sinking at the same time. The bright light is so overwhelming he considers, briefly and full of more fear than he would though he was capable of, after all this time, that he might actually be dead and this was what eternity feels like: binding, senseless, and nova-white.
Working in Government Gives You No Discounts For Your Sex Life / onho
by capebuffalo and ikui
“This is Lee Jinki,” and the unhidden venom in his voice makes Jinki look down instinctively to see if his shirt is still tucked in, just in case. “He is the co-campaign manager, former communications director to the president, and apparently a peruser of late night activities. You’ll find,” he says, switching his tone, “that everything we do here is a opportunity to do learn and do things better. For instance, take a look at Jinki here.” The staffers obediently turn their eyes once again to Jinki, who struggles not to slouch. “Would you buy what he’s selling?”
i can't even breathe without you (2/2) / 2min
by noruwei
“Can you stand?” Minho asks, his voice sounding like it’s wrapped in flannel, and Taemin cannot speak. Minho slips his arms below Taemin’s knee and under his arms, and then lifts him up as smoothly and easily as if he were weightless. His hair is plastered to his temples as he carries Taemin to the car, and Taemin’s head lolls into his chest, the scent enveloping him like a favourite shirt, like the road you can’t help but take home.
33 ways to seduce Kim Kibum / jongkey
by dubu_dubu
So despite the fact that just about everyone he encounters thinks he has a better chance wooing Kim Jong Un than Kim Kibum, Jonghyun decides that he’s going to go after Kibum, naysayers be damned. After all, his mother had raised him right, instilling in him three of life's most important lessons.
1. People could do anything as long they put their mind to it.
2. Anything worth having is worth working for.
3. Don't leave a fan on in a closed room. It will kill you.
you and i, we could just sit in the dark\jongyu
by acousticworks
It was well past 3 a.m. when Jonghyun finally decided Jinki must have fallen asleep and snuck out of the apartment. This was what he was most nervous about. What did it make him, if he gave into his urges and bit someone? A killer? A murderer? Could he really kill someone? And would it quench this ever-growing thirst?
Synergetic (2/2) / minkey
by paripassi
“Ki-“ Minho can’t even finish the other’s name because he can’t catch his breath. He kisses the height of Kibum’s cheek bone, thinking to himself how strange it is that a half marathon can hardly steal his breath away but just a few minutes of kissing the beautiful man perched over him has him completely winded.
Best For Kissing / onho
by thefourthstage
There’s a beat of near silence, in which the only noises Minho picks up are a stifled whimper and the slick sounds of Jinki rubbing his fingers through the tear tracks on his cheeks. Then he hears the rustle of clothing, and a small voice, 180-degrees from the chipper, animated one he’s grown accustomed to, says, “Last one.”
Out of Space and Time / jongho
by static_abyss and sestinande
Minho can’t move. This is what registers first, the complete lack of awareness of his own body, a feeling similar to floating and sinking at the same time. The bright light is so overwhelming he considers, briefly and full of more fear than he would though he was capable of, after all this time, that he might actually be dead and this was what eternity feels like: binding, senseless, and nova-white.
Working in Government Gives You No Discounts For Your Sex Life / onho
by capebuffalo and ikui
“This is Lee Jinki,” and the unhidden venom in his voice makes Jinki look down instinctively to see if his shirt is still tucked in, just in case. “He is the co-campaign manager, former communications director to the president, and apparently a peruser of late night activities. You’ll find,” he says, switching his tone, “that everything we do here is a opportunity to do learn and do things better. For instance, take a look at Jinki here.” The staffers obediently turn their eyes once again to Jinki, who struggles not to slouch. “Would you buy what he’s selling?”