august 19 - september 01
There were actually some fic recs from people these past two weeks and I've tried to include some of the ones that haven't been recced yet, as well as some of the newer ones from replay. Posting is still going on at shinee-olymfics so, head over there to read fics and vote. As always, PM us fics you like and/or follow us on twitter @shinierthanthou
differences / minkey
by static_abyss
The dropouts are another group Kibum sees on the trains. The kids have an air of exasperation, restlessness they can't seem to shake off. Sometimes, they talk loud enough for the entire subway car to hear them. Sometimes, they stare at the college kids who have their books out on their laps and are scribbling answers to yesterday's homework. Sometimes, they stand by the doors and refuse to move when they open. Sometimes, they cling to the outside of the subway doors and ride the train until they see the end of the platform right in front of them. It's as though there is nothing for them but the constant need to find something, no matter what it was.
Kibum can understand those kids.
between the shapes / 2min
by cosipotente
it's oddly cliché, the way the world all but freezes around minho as he stares down at taemin, heart in his throat. someone speaks softly, stutteringly, breaking the slow crawl of whatever trance minho had fallen into, and belatedly, he realizes it's his own voice spilling awkwardly between them, asking taemin if he'd like to model for the art club. (minho can't really gauge taemin's age-he's well aware of how deceiving looks can be-so he awkwardly tacks on "hyung.")
whenever / jongkey
by just2wings
Before he realizes what he’s doing, Kibum is staring back. He doesn’t smile, just looks at the man and wonders. The longer he looks, the less scared he is but he can’t exactly figure out why. He feels his friend pull on his hand and looks away hurriedly.
“Do you know him?” his friend asks him.
“No,” Kibum says, but he’s frowning. When they cross the school’s gates, he throws one last look above his shoulder and is surprised to find that the stranger isn’t staring at him anymore, but rather smiling (a different smile, this one more humourous) towards the sky.
i don't want to go back alone / jongtae
by hipslip
Their conversations started turning philosophical and somewhat sophisticated as they continued to walk home together. They asked each other questions of varying depth, life or death situations that if you failed to answer, you failed at life.
"Would you rather be bald or naked for the rest of your life?" Soojung asked.
"Naked." Jonghyun answered much too quickly that both Soojung and Taemin laughed in unison. "What?"
promise / onho
by thatofyou
you are my one in a million, i said, but you should've listened carefully. you should've listened for you are my one in seven billion.
transmundane / minkey
by quellazaire
"And so he killed himself. Or something akin to killing oneself. I'm not sure what that could be, though. Or if it's even possible. Because that makes so much sense." Minho finishes eloquently.
"Nothing in life makes sense if you really think about it." Kibum says, rejoining them at the table. They resume their previous positions, palms flat and facing the trumpet upon the velveteen drapery. This time he does ask for Lee Jinki's spirit to consult with them, and in under a minute, Kibum's eyes are snapping open and staring at Taemin.
"Holy shit," whispers Jonghyun to anyone who will hear. "Of course it would be Taemin."
differences / minkey
by static_abyss
The dropouts are another group Kibum sees on the trains. The kids have an air of exasperation, restlessness they can't seem to shake off. Sometimes, they talk loud enough for the entire subway car to hear them. Sometimes, they stare at the college kids who have their books out on their laps and are scribbling answers to yesterday's homework. Sometimes, they stand by the doors and refuse to move when they open. Sometimes, they cling to the outside of the subway doors and ride the train until they see the end of the platform right in front of them. It's as though there is nothing for them but the constant need to find something, no matter what it was.
Kibum can understand those kids.
between the shapes / 2min
by cosipotente
it's oddly cliché, the way the world all but freezes around minho as he stares down at taemin, heart in his throat. someone speaks softly, stutteringly, breaking the slow crawl of whatever trance minho had fallen into, and belatedly, he realizes it's his own voice spilling awkwardly between them, asking taemin if he'd like to model for the art club. (minho can't really gauge taemin's age-he's well aware of how deceiving looks can be-so he awkwardly tacks on "hyung.")
whenever / jongkey
by just2wings
Before he realizes what he’s doing, Kibum is staring back. He doesn’t smile, just looks at the man and wonders. The longer he looks, the less scared he is but he can’t exactly figure out why. He feels his friend pull on his hand and looks away hurriedly.
“Do you know him?” his friend asks him.
“No,” Kibum says, but he’s frowning. When they cross the school’s gates, he throws one last look above his shoulder and is surprised to find that the stranger isn’t staring at him anymore, but rather smiling (a different smile, this one more humourous) towards the sky.
i don't want to go back alone / jongtae
by hipslip
Their conversations started turning philosophical and somewhat sophisticated as they continued to walk home together. They asked each other questions of varying depth, life or death situations that if you failed to answer, you failed at life.
"Would you rather be bald or naked for the rest of your life?" Soojung asked.
"Naked." Jonghyun answered much too quickly that both Soojung and Taemin laughed in unison. "What?"
promise / onho
by thatofyou
you are my one in a million, i said, but you should've listened carefully. you should've listened for you are my one in seven billion.
transmundane / minkey
by quellazaire
"And so he killed himself. Or something akin to killing oneself. I'm not sure what that could be, though. Or if it's even possible. Because that makes so much sense." Minho finishes eloquently.
"Nothing in life makes sense if you really think about it." Kibum says, rejoining them at the table. They resume their previous positions, palms flat and facing the trumpet upon the velveteen drapery. This time he does ask for Lee Jinki's spirit to consult with them, and in under a minute, Kibum's eyes are snapping open and staring at Taemin.
"Holy shit," whispers Jonghyun to anyone who will hear. "Of course it would be Taemin."