september 02 - september 15
Hey there everyone. These past two weeks were amazing in terms of the number of fics we have to rec. There are one of two fics from a way back, but we've been combing through a bunch of things and we found some really good ones. Make sure that if you like the fic, you leave feedback for the author. It's always nice to know their work is appreciated and it keeps them motivated. Also, we're starting up author spotlights again next week, so if you have any author/s you really like, leave us a comment and we'll add them to our list of authors.
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five days to fall ( 2) ( 3) ( 4) (5) / minkey
by neezoy
When he finally gets off twelve stops later the man is still close on his tail.
“The fancy part of town?” he remarks as they come out of the cool, murky depths of subway station into the warm sunlight again. He looks Minho over again. “I would never have guessed.”
“This suit is actually hand-tailored,” Minho informs him. Or rather, these suits, he thinks.
“By whom? A blind baboon?”
super / 2min
by phonebook
195 names passed. The desperation had long since left Minho, and the act of anticipating left him exhausted and deflated in his chair. When “Choi Minho” finally boomed through the auditorium, waking him with all the urgency and reverberation of the voice of God, he was disturbed to find only four other boys left in the room. His heart sunk a little at the lack of female prospects, but his spirits rose when he realized Jonghyun was still seated next to him. Jonghyun looked a little less buoyed by Minho's presence. “Don't look so happy, Choi. I'd trade you for Lock-Girl in a second.”
“Lee Taemin, Choi Minho, Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun, Lee Jinki. You're a team and you're stationed in...” He hesitated, as if unsure. Seoul, Minho thought. Let it be Seoul. “Gwangcheon.” Even before his mind caught up, Minho felt disappointment burrow through his chest.
“Gwangcheon?!” One of the boys yelled, indignant. “That's in the middle of nowhere.” Minho recognized him as Kibum, the boy with cheekbones as prominent as his ego. “They don't need us there!”
“They need heroes everywhere,” The Director said, and closed his book.
oasis / jongkey
by cloudquake
It’s been exactly 74 days since Jonghyun died. After he killed himself he got a job at the local copy shop, and moved into a studio apartment with peeling wallpaper and a broken faucet. It’s not what he expected. He’s always been an atheist, so you could say that he expected nothing. The last thing on his mind was a place like this, just like where he came from but a little bit worse. It almost makes him regret it in the first place, but then, he muses to himself, that’s probably the point...
nebulous / ontae
by linnhe
Taemin reached out and closed the tap, eliciting small creaks of protest from the pipes in the walls. What he really wanted was to go back to bed and curl up into half his size, and fit his pillow in the crook of his neck until his body would stop aching. But instead he followed, until they reached the recreation corner. It was in the same room as the place where they had all their meals, but off to the side, and most days it was Taemin’s favourite spot, because in its white cupboards it held an endless burst of colours and life in the form of magazines. He furiously hoped they’d be working with those today, and was rewarded when he walked up to his table and saw three magazines peeking out from underneath his work sheet, one of them painfully reflecting the fluorescent lights overhead with its glossy cover.
“Can I have a pair of scissors, please?”
the gaffe is highly offended / onho
by thewallisonfire
it's funny, he thinks, how things can happen so quickly, so drastically. one minute he's home in korea and fairly happy with his life and the next he's on a plane and flying halfway around the world to a country whose language he barely understands, let alone speaks.
he glances sideways at his uncle, who looks over at him with an encouraging smile as if this'll all get better, though either way he doesn't care. it's not as if he's really leaving anything ( or anyone ) back there anyway.
light / jongyu
by ridiculouso_o
"Dance?" Jonghyun elbows him, and Jinki answers with a blank look on his face before he clears his throat and says something about his mother telling him not to fool around with strangers. Jonghyun nods understandingly and grabs his hands and they do some kind of poor excuse for a salsa or something but nobody cares because nobody's there. It's just them and they're just seventeen and sixteen and hell, they don't even know that much about each other. Tonight's New Year's Eve and Jinki's fireworks are almost as beautiful as this stranger's smile and, and - Jinki's mind flounders for the next thought in the chain for a moment before it pounces on a quote he read, graffiti'd on some wall in sixth grade, and continues - it doesn't matter that he's dancing with a stranger because life begins when you step out your comfort zone or something and man he's breathing, he's alive, they all are, all ten million people across this beautiful city that he wasn't born in but loves to bits anyhow.
letters to heaven / Kibum-centric
by aishitaeru
Dear Jinki-hyung,
I don’t think SHINee will ever get back together after everything happened. It doesn’t feel right to think about singing or performing, pretending and acting happy for the fans who are just as heartbroken as we are. SM wanted us to write a statement, but what are we supposed to say? It’s only been a month and it still hurts to remember that I wake up to a dorm with three other boys not four.
headfirst, fearless / 2min
by fuwafi
Key aces the midterms, with his surprising sharpness, and Taemin doesn’t do too badly. He is ambling down the corridor in blissful expectation of spring break when he sees Minho up ahead, walking closer.
He doesn’t notice Taemin, and is with a friend who cuffs his neck and leans to whisper in his ear. He must say something outrageous because Minho’s eyes widen, then he bursts into deep, infectious laughter that crinkles his eyes and bends him over. Taemin is unable to look away.
Then Minho straightens up, still chuckling, and catches sight of Taemin. Panic flashes across his eyes, and Taemin knows he must look equally stricken. An inexplicable, painful pause passes between them, long enough for his friend to look over curiously and for Taemin’s heart to do its Minho-dance, that series of inimitable flip-flops that Minho has taught him how to feel.
There was definitely a lot more variety these past two weeks and some really good fic. Keep it up everyone!
And as you already know, PM us fics you like and/or follow us on twitter @shinierthanthou
five days to fall ( 2) ( 3) ( 4) (5) / minkey
by neezoy
When he finally gets off twelve stops later the man is still close on his tail.
“The fancy part of town?” he remarks as they come out of the cool, murky depths of subway station into the warm sunlight again. He looks Minho over again. “I would never have guessed.”
“This suit is actually hand-tailored,” Minho informs him. Or rather, these suits, he thinks.
“By whom? A blind baboon?”
super / 2min
by phonebook
195 names passed. The desperation had long since left Minho, and the act of anticipating left him exhausted and deflated in his chair. When “Choi Minho” finally boomed through the auditorium, waking him with all the urgency and reverberation of the voice of God, he was disturbed to find only four other boys left in the room. His heart sunk a little at the lack of female prospects, but his spirits rose when he realized Jonghyun was still seated next to him. Jonghyun looked a little less buoyed by Minho's presence. “Don't look so happy, Choi. I'd trade you for Lock-Girl in a second.”
“Lee Taemin, Choi Minho, Kim Kibum, Kim Jonghyun, Lee Jinki. You're a team and you're stationed in...” He hesitated, as if unsure. Seoul, Minho thought. Let it be Seoul. “Gwangcheon.” Even before his mind caught up, Minho felt disappointment burrow through his chest.
“Gwangcheon?!” One of the boys yelled, indignant. “That's in the middle of nowhere.” Minho recognized him as Kibum, the boy with cheekbones as prominent as his ego. “They don't need us there!”
“They need heroes everywhere,” The Director said, and closed his book.
oasis / jongkey
by cloudquake
It’s been exactly 74 days since Jonghyun died. After he killed himself he got a job at the local copy shop, and moved into a studio apartment with peeling wallpaper and a broken faucet. It’s not what he expected. He’s always been an atheist, so you could say that he expected nothing. The last thing on his mind was a place like this, just like where he came from but a little bit worse. It almost makes him regret it in the first place, but then, he muses to himself, that’s probably the point...
nebulous / ontae
by linnhe
Taemin reached out and closed the tap, eliciting small creaks of protest from the pipes in the walls. What he really wanted was to go back to bed and curl up into half his size, and fit his pillow in the crook of his neck until his body would stop aching. But instead he followed, until they reached the recreation corner. It was in the same room as the place where they had all their meals, but off to the side, and most days it was Taemin’s favourite spot, because in its white cupboards it held an endless burst of colours and life in the form of magazines. He furiously hoped they’d be working with those today, and was rewarded when he walked up to his table and saw three magazines peeking out from underneath his work sheet, one of them painfully reflecting the fluorescent lights overhead with its glossy cover.
“Can I have a pair of scissors, please?”
the gaffe is highly offended / onho
by thewallisonfire
it's funny, he thinks, how things can happen so quickly, so drastically. one minute he's home in korea and fairly happy with his life and the next he's on a plane and flying halfway around the world to a country whose language he barely understands, let alone speaks.
he glances sideways at his uncle, who looks over at him with an encouraging smile as if this'll all get better, though either way he doesn't care. it's not as if he's really leaving anything ( or anyone ) back there anyway.
light / jongyu
by ridiculouso_o
"Dance?" Jonghyun elbows him, and Jinki answers with a blank look on his face before he clears his throat and says something about his mother telling him not to fool around with strangers. Jonghyun nods understandingly and grabs his hands and they do some kind of poor excuse for a salsa or something but nobody cares because nobody's there. It's just them and they're just seventeen and sixteen and hell, they don't even know that much about each other. Tonight's New Year's Eve and Jinki's fireworks are almost as beautiful as this stranger's smile and, and - Jinki's mind flounders for the next thought in the chain for a moment before it pounces on a quote he read, graffiti'd on some wall in sixth grade, and continues - it doesn't matter that he's dancing with a stranger because life begins when you step out your comfort zone or something and man he's breathing, he's alive, they all are, all ten million people across this beautiful city that he wasn't born in but loves to bits anyhow.
letters to heaven / Kibum-centric
by aishitaeru
Dear Jinki-hyung,
I don’t think SHINee will ever get back together after everything happened. It doesn’t feel right to think about singing or performing, pretending and acting happy for the fans who are just as heartbroken as we are. SM wanted us to write a statement, but what are we supposed to say? It’s only been a month and it still hurts to remember that I wake up to a dorm with three other boys not four.
headfirst, fearless / 2min
by fuwafi
Key aces the midterms, with his surprising sharpness, and Taemin doesn’t do too badly. He is ambling down the corridor in blissful expectation of spring break when he sees Minho up ahead, walking closer.
He doesn’t notice Taemin, and is with a friend who cuffs his neck and leans to whisper in his ear. He must say something outrageous because Minho’s eyes widen, then he bursts into deep, infectious laughter that crinkles his eyes and bends him over. Taemin is unable to look away.
Then Minho straightens up, still chuckling, and catches sight of Taemin. Panic flashes across his eyes, and Taemin knows he must look equally stricken. An inexplicable, painful pause passes between them, long enough for his friend to look over curiously and for Taemin’s heart to do its Minho-dance, that series of inimitable flip-flops that Minho has taught him how to feel.
There was definitely a lot more variety these past two weeks and some really good fic. Keep it up everyone!