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hello my pretty babies---- I am finally going to add more. I am kind of a slacker. (I still have not looked at kpfw_ss at all. Ugh.) Also, someone remind me to do make my profile page better. At some point. Someone do that. Find me a profile code. Idk. :| ...I should really do that.
Um, to everyone who has commented on here thanking me: no problem, mannnng. :D
And, also, remember to comment on whatever posts you want with your thoughts/feelings/opinions on the recommendations. Anonymous commenting on is on, and, (although I don't actually have any real idea how to check logged IP addresses,) IP logging is off. I will not even know who you are. It will be mysterious and great. kthxbai
5 times mir went to the noraebang / mirkey
by miraclestreet
The first time Mir goes to sing Noraebang, it's with his girlfriend. Well, to be perfectly honest, his soon-to-be girlfriend. He's waiting for her to accept his offer to date and thus, purposefully invites her to this place where they can stay in a private room with a lovely couch, room service (technically), and his charming voice.
The doorknob turns and he tightens his grip on the bouquet of roses, plastering on a huge smile. He's planned a really cool seduction, if he does say so himself, and he knows she will put on that pleasantly surprised face before leaping into his arms. The door opens.
She walks into the room with a group of friends.
Shit.
a little longing goes a long way / keyho
by closeta
It takes a week for Minho to cave. A week of Kibum pleading and pestering, begging and bribing Minho with free meals and shopping sprees, a week of Minho wondering when Kibum felt they were close enough for him to be entitled to increasing portions of his personal space and breathing room. Minho's week of having his ear whined off began the moment Kibum hypothesized that Minho must be producing bucketloads of hyung-attracting pheromones, judging from the way Ha Saeng Baek and majority of Super Junior fawned over him despite (what Kibum believed to be) his lackluster personality and permanent state of taciturnity. Kibum is jealous for a while, until he realizes that Minho could be his way in. The week trudges on, slowly and far too loudly, until Minho says fine and takes Kibum with him on one of his routine hangouts with Donghae.
bang three times on the ceiling (if you want me) / onkey
by lunayeppeo
There was a loud clamor when the new tenant first moved in, loud enough to distract Kibum from the magazine he was perusing. The young man glared daggers at the window, tossing aside the copy of Ceci in favor of stomping out onto his balcony with the intent of yelling at the idiot that had dared to interrupt his free time.
The moving van that he had heard rumbling in earlier was there, the back hanging open to reveal a set of household items halfway through unpacking. A few meters away from the van, just in front of the entrance to the apartment building, lay a man sprawled on his back with a tightly sealed box on top of his chest. The new resident, Kibum concluded, rolling his eyes as the man shot a sheepish smile at the elderly woman who lived on the second floor.
beyond benefits / jongkey
by pinkweather
Kibum notices that something is amiss when Taemin takes to staring intently at him whenever he walks into a room.
“He’s doing it again,” Kibum hisses in Jonghyun’s ear as the two of them start doing their pre-practice stretches.
“Who’s doing what again?” Jonghyun asks, loud enough for Taemin to hear, and Kibum promptly smacks him on the shoulder. “Ow!”
“Shut up, he’ll hear you.” Kibum waits until Jonghyun is sitting on the floor, legs stretched and reaching for his toes, before sneaking another glance at Taemin. When their eyes meet, Taemin quickly looks away. Kibum frowns as he places his palms flat against Jonghyun’s back and pushes. “I meant Taemin, you moron. He keeps staring at me without saying anything when I catch him looking, and it’s just weird.”
come again / jongkey
by somedaydreaming
three tapping sounds met his ear before he slammed his book shut and stood, ignoring the dust that rose from the old tome. who was disturbing his place in the library? nobody came back here.
peering through the small gap between books on the shelf before him, he observed a blonde head of hair connected to a short-ish body, running a finger along the books in serious concentration and muttering the numbers to himself as he skimmed over author names.
nobody came back here -- back here, to the public, basically didn't exist. these books were old - they were magic books, and only magic users knew what they were for.
doorbell, 2 3 / jongkey
by mei_zi
It is a warm and sunny Saturday morning when Kibum hears a ringing somewhere far off in the distance. He is lying in his bed, blanket on the floor and pillow damp with drool. The boy is half-awake, and the ringing doesn't seem to stop no matter how deep he buries his face in his soft pillow. Eventually, he opens his eyes and perks up his ears. His doorbell is ringing.
drop of a ball / 2min
by cosipotente
"Hey," Taemin calls to Minho from his bunk. His feet are stuck between the bars as they push up and lift Jonghyun's mattress. "If the world ended next Friday, what would you spend the next seven days doing?" Taemin drops the mattress and glances at Minho from the corner of his eye. Minho makes a show of lifting his eyes from his college papers to Taemin's face, displeased with the interruption, and Taemin looks away with his nose in the air.
He doesn't feel like playing the nice dongsaeng today. He feels like being a brat; feels chaotic, like tiny jolts of electricity are riding on each of his blood cells making his skin feel too tight for his body and his insides like lead. Taemin feels like setting the dorm on fire.
it's in the programming / onkey
by somedaydreaming
"I'm in a trunk. Okay," said Kibum, brows furrowed. He turned over in the thin space, suddenly feeling like he may be running out of air. "Why am I in a trunk?"
"That's probably my fault. Sorry," a familiar voice replied, causing Kibum not only to jump, but also to hit his face against the fuzzy top of his encasement.
Car fuzz, Kibum thought abjectly, is not soft. He was growing more irritated as he turned over in the little space he had to face an apologetic looking Jinki, smiling sort of nervously.
it's so cold (without you) / jongyu
by frictionoflips
"j-jonghyun," jinki stutters, knees open and face flushed because jonghyun is just looking, but there's so much skin -
just north of canis minor / onkey
by scylladakylla
Jinki wakes up hurting all over. “Ow,” he tries to say, except it comes out more like a strangled groan. His mouth and throat feel completely parched, like he’s swallowed an entire barrel of salt in one sitting. He squints one eye open, just barely making out the blue sky and a blurry figure leaning over him before the sunlight becomes too painful and forces him to close it again.
“W-” He forms his lips around the syllable, but no words come out. He licks his lips and swallows, trying to gather some saliva in his mouth. It doesn’t really work. “Water,” he manages to croak, and hopes that the figure understands. Then he passes out again.
key and the case of the missing gsa / keyho
by rain_streaked
Kibum Kim made SM history in eleventh grade when come the Tuesday after Labor Day, he walked into English class with bright red hair and announced, "Thursdays at lunch, come by B215 for the first ever GSA meeting in five years!"
Minho Choi, in his usual seat at the back of the class, thunked his head onto his desk. Trust Kibum (his nickname had been 'Key' for the past seven years, but Minho-Min, never Ho, though his cousin Donghae's nickname for him, 'Minimin', wasn't any better-refused to call him that when it was just the two of them, because it was just ridiculous) to make a scene.
moment of clarity / ontae
by mujyakina
Taemin does not go to visit Jinki because today is Christmas.
Taemin goes to visit Jinki because without Jinki there is a black hole in the middle of his house. Without Jinki there is a shadow that creeps and threatens to send him to the same sing-song land. Without Jinki there is a blackness that tries to take over Taemin’s vision. Without Jinki there are whispers.
must be this tall to ride / jongkey
by agapic
Kim Jonghyun has been told that he is the shit.
He’s been told this and he’s started to believe it too, because really, who else has scored so much ass during two years of college? He pretty much has his pick of girls-or boys-whenever he wants, however he wants, and wherever he wants. What’s not completely awesome about that?
Grades? Classes? Not when there’s partying to be done.
nexus, part 2 / jongkey
by somedaydreaming
"I can't believe this," Kibum was saying, face flustered and arms crossed. "No. I refuse to believe this."
"But-"
"No buts!" he snapped. "What were you thinking?"
"It's just."
"He's obviously not thinking," Jonghyun joined in, sending a unforgiving grin at Jinki.
"Obviously."
predictability / keyho
by agapic
Maybe it’s kind of predictable to like Minho. After all, what isn’t there to like? He’s tall, handsome, unblemished. His voice is low and husky, powerful when he wants it to be. He dances charismatically despite being all long limbs and awkward angles and too-tall frame. He’s considerate, calm, and always tries his best; he has all the best qualities that a man should have. So really, Key thinks, it’s no surprise that he’s fallen for him.
somewhere beyond the sea (somewhere that's sparkle-free) / ontae
by clubotaku
“That’s it,” hisses Jinki, or Onew as he is known in his small circle of friends. “He’s doing it again.”
He watches the young merman currently twirling around in the most adorable way as he chases a school of fish. Jinki is certain that he’s a spy--why else would he always be hanging around the Royal household? The Royal Prince, youngest member of the (mainly female) royal family, Kim Kibum, also known as Key, diva extraordinaire, stares dumfounded from where he’s combing his silky tresses with a crab.
the boy with long legs / keyho
by scarletpeonies
He cuts a sleek figure, long legs encased in tight leather pants, checking his watch as he strolls in. The boy's head leans down, hair obviously straightened and arranged to cover half his face. There's a price to be paid for waiting and Kibum learns that when he walks into the men's room, half an hour late.
the christmas angel / onkey
by velvetgunfire
Jinki bumps into the angel at precisely two-thirty on a Sunday afternoon. Literally.
He's sitting on the pavement outside the grocer's on the corner, dazed, with an apology on his lips, when a hand appears in front of his face. "C'mon."
Jinki looks up.
The smile on the boy's face is the kind you'd give a friend, too familiar to be anything but creepy. So he just stares. The boy's eyes flash from under the dark slant of his violet-tinged bangs.
"Don't stare at me like that," he snaps. "I'm a fairy!"
Um, to everyone who has commented on here thanking me: no problem, mannnng. :D
And, also, remember to comment on whatever posts you want with your thoughts/feelings/opinions on the recommendations. Anonymous commenting on is on, and, (although I don't actually have any real idea how to check logged IP addresses,) IP logging is off. I will not even know who you are. It will be mysterious and great. kthxbai
5 times mir went to the noraebang / mirkey
by miraclestreet
The first time Mir goes to sing Noraebang, it's with his girlfriend. Well, to be perfectly honest, his soon-to-be girlfriend. He's waiting for her to accept his offer to date and thus, purposefully invites her to this place where they can stay in a private room with a lovely couch, room service (technically), and his charming voice.
The doorknob turns and he tightens his grip on the bouquet of roses, plastering on a huge smile. He's planned a really cool seduction, if he does say so himself, and he knows she will put on that pleasantly surprised face before leaping into his arms. The door opens.
She walks into the room with a group of friends.
Shit.
a little longing goes a long way / keyho
by closeta
It takes a week for Minho to cave. A week of Kibum pleading and pestering, begging and bribing Minho with free meals and shopping sprees, a week of Minho wondering when Kibum felt they were close enough for him to be entitled to increasing portions of his personal space and breathing room. Minho's week of having his ear whined off began the moment Kibum hypothesized that Minho must be producing bucketloads of hyung-attracting pheromones, judging from the way Ha Saeng Baek and majority of Super Junior fawned over him despite (what Kibum believed to be) his lackluster personality and permanent state of taciturnity. Kibum is jealous for a while, until he realizes that Minho could be his way in. The week trudges on, slowly and far too loudly, until Minho says fine and takes Kibum with him on one of his routine hangouts with Donghae.
bang three times on the ceiling (if you want me) / onkey
by lunayeppeo
There was a loud clamor when the new tenant first moved in, loud enough to distract Kibum from the magazine he was perusing. The young man glared daggers at the window, tossing aside the copy of Ceci in favor of stomping out onto his balcony with the intent of yelling at the idiot that had dared to interrupt his free time.
The moving van that he had heard rumbling in earlier was there, the back hanging open to reveal a set of household items halfway through unpacking. A few meters away from the van, just in front of the entrance to the apartment building, lay a man sprawled on his back with a tightly sealed box on top of his chest. The new resident, Kibum concluded, rolling his eyes as the man shot a sheepish smile at the elderly woman who lived on the second floor.
beyond benefits / jongkey
by pinkweather
Kibum notices that something is amiss when Taemin takes to staring intently at him whenever he walks into a room.
“He’s doing it again,” Kibum hisses in Jonghyun’s ear as the two of them start doing their pre-practice stretches.
“Who’s doing what again?” Jonghyun asks, loud enough for Taemin to hear, and Kibum promptly smacks him on the shoulder. “Ow!”
“Shut up, he’ll hear you.” Kibum waits until Jonghyun is sitting on the floor, legs stretched and reaching for his toes, before sneaking another glance at Taemin. When their eyes meet, Taemin quickly looks away. Kibum frowns as he places his palms flat against Jonghyun’s back and pushes. “I meant Taemin, you moron. He keeps staring at me without saying anything when I catch him looking, and it’s just weird.”
come again / jongkey
by somedaydreaming
three tapping sounds met his ear before he slammed his book shut and stood, ignoring the dust that rose from the old tome. who was disturbing his place in the library? nobody came back here.
peering through the small gap between books on the shelf before him, he observed a blonde head of hair connected to a short-ish body, running a finger along the books in serious concentration and muttering the numbers to himself as he skimmed over author names.
nobody came back here -- back here, to the public, basically didn't exist. these books were old - they were magic books, and only magic users knew what they were for.
doorbell, 2 3 / jongkey
by mei_zi
It is a warm and sunny Saturday morning when Kibum hears a ringing somewhere far off in the distance. He is lying in his bed, blanket on the floor and pillow damp with drool. The boy is half-awake, and the ringing doesn't seem to stop no matter how deep he buries his face in his soft pillow. Eventually, he opens his eyes and perks up his ears. His doorbell is ringing.
drop of a ball / 2min
by cosipotente
"Hey," Taemin calls to Minho from his bunk. His feet are stuck between the bars as they push up and lift Jonghyun's mattress. "If the world ended next Friday, what would you spend the next seven days doing?" Taemin drops the mattress and glances at Minho from the corner of his eye. Minho makes a show of lifting his eyes from his college papers to Taemin's face, displeased with the interruption, and Taemin looks away with his nose in the air.
He doesn't feel like playing the nice dongsaeng today. He feels like being a brat; feels chaotic, like tiny jolts of electricity are riding on each of his blood cells making his skin feel too tight for his body and his insides like lead. Taemin feels like setting the dorm on fire.
it's in the programming / onkey
by somedaydreaming
"I'm in a trunk. Okay," said Kibum, brows furrowed. He turned over in the thin space, suddenly feeling like he may be running out of air. "Why am I in a trunk?"
"That's probably my fault. Sorry," a familiar voice replied, causing Kibum not only to jump, but also to hit his face against the fuzzy top of his encasement.
Car fuzz, Kibum thought abjectly, is not soft. He was growing more irritated as he turned over in the little space he had to face an apologetic looking Jinki, smiling sort of nervously.
it's so cold (without you) / jongyu
by frictionoflips
"j-jonghyun," jinki stutters, knees open and face flushed because jonghyun is just looking, but there's so much skin -
just north of canis minor / onkey
by scylladakylla
Jinki wakes up hurting all over. “Ow,” he tries to say, except it comes out more like a strangled groan. His mouth and throat feel completely parched, like he’s swallowed an entire barrel of salt in one sitting. He squints one eye open, just barely making out the blue sky and a blurry figure leaning over him before the sunlight becomes too painful and forces him to close it again.
“W-” He forms his lips around the syllable, but no words come out. He licks his lips and swallows, trying to gather some saliva in his mouth. It doesn’t really work. “Water,” he manages to croak, and hopes that the figure understands. Then he passes out again.
key and the case of the missing gsa / keyho
by rain_streaked
Kibum Kim made SM history in eleventh grade when come the Tuesday after Labor Day, he walked into English class with bright red hair and announced, "Thursdays at lunch, come by B215 for the first ever GSA meeting in five years!"
Minho Choi, in his usual seat at the back of the class, thunked his head onto his desk. Trust Kibum (his nickname had been 'Key' for the past seven years, but Minho-Min, never Ho, though his cousin Donghae's nickname for him, 'Minimin', wasn't any better-refused to call him that when it was just the two of them, because it was just ridiculous) to make a scene.
moment of clarity / ontae
by mujyakina
Taemin does not go to visit Jinki because today is Christmas.
Taemin goes to visit Jinki because without Jinki there is a black hole in the middle of his house. Without Jinki there is a shadow that creeps and threatens to send him to the same sing-song land. Without Jinki there is a blackness that tries to take over Taemin’s vision. Without Jinki there are whispers.
must be this tall to ride / jongkey
by agapic
Kim Jonghyun has been told that he is the shit.
He’s been told this and he’s started to believe it too, because really, who else has scored so much ass during two years of college? He pretty much has his pick of girls-or boys-whenever he wants, however he wants, and wherever he wants. What’s not completely awesome about that?
Grades? Classes? Not when there’s partying to be done.
nexus, part 2 / jongkey
by somedaydreaming
"I can't believe this," Kibum was saying, face flustered and arms crossed. "No. I refuse to believe this."
"But-"
"No buts!" he snapped. "What were you thinking?"
"It's just."
"He's obviously not thinking," Jonghyun joined in, sending a unforgiving grin at Jinki.
"Obviously."
predictability / keyho
by agapic
Maybe it’s kind of predictable to like Minho. After all, what isn’t there to like? He’s tall, handsome, unblemished. His voice is low and husky, powerful when he wants it to be. He dances charismatically despite being all long limbs and awkward angles and too-tall frame. He’s considerate, calm, and always tries his best; he has all the best qualities that a man should have. So really, Key thinks, it’s no surprise that he’s fallen for him.
somewhere beyond the sea (somewhere that's sparkle-free) / ontae
by clubotaku
“That’s it,” hisses Jinki, or Onew as he is known in his small circle of friends. “He’s doing it again.”
He watches the young merman currently twirling around in the most adorable way as he chases a school of fish. Jinki is certain that he’s a spy--why else would he always be hanging around the Royal household? The Royal Prince, youngest member of the (mainly female) royal family, Kim Kibum, also known as Key, diva extraordinaire, stares dumfounded from where he’s combing his silky tresses with a crab.
the boy with long legs / keyho
by scarletpeonies
He cuts a sleek figure, long legs encased in tight leather pants, checking his watch as he strolls in. The boy's head leans down, hair obviously straightened and arranged to cover half his face. There's a price to be paid for waiting and Kibum learns that when he walks into the men's room, half an hour late.
the christmas angel / onkey
by velvetgunfire
Jinki bumps into the angel at precisely two-thirty on a Sunday afternoon. Literally.
He's sitting on the pavement outside the grocer's on the corner, dazed, with an apology on his lips, when a hand appears in front of his face. "C'mon."
Jinki looks up.
The smile on the boy's face is the kind you'd give a friend, too familiar to be anything but creepy. So he just stares. The boy's eyes flash from under the dark slant of his violet-tinged bangs.
"Don't stare at me like that," he snaps. "I'm a fairy!"