Feb 2010
So, last time I was clearly not clear at all in informing you that that list was not a complete update of recs. Here are a few more from the beginning of February. Still, this is not a current list. Not even a little bit. Not even close.
I am still sifting through stuff from early February, and I have basically nothing from March and April. :) I think I will be skipping ahead to get March/April first, and then I will go back to February and catch up there. But I swear I am still plugging away at this. Sorry for being the slowest, you guys! :\
Also, I wanted to welcome my very first affiliate! pearlskyblue is a SHINee fic rec community with several mods with different biases and preferences to ensure variety in recommendations. They seem to be the coolest ever? Yes. Thank you guys!
Furthermore, my (somewhat belated) sincere thanks goes out to everyone who has helped me out and encouraged me through their comments and messages. You are all wonderful and probably have some very attractive looks. With any luck.
$12.95 / jongkey
by hyungwhore
It’ll be two weeks until Kibum can move out, until he can get the apartment he’s been saving towards. His job before wasn’t what he wanted, but it’s all right, he has a new one now. And in the mean time he’s sharing a bed with Jonghyun, paying rent with his companionship.
He tells him he won’t sleep with him. He’ll let Jonghyun take him to parties, to clubs, he'll be his eye candy, but he's not having sex with him; he's not a whore and he's never going to be one.
A Drop in the Ocean / 2min
by eventuals
And, Minho muses, Taemin has always been untouchable, not by transient things like age or gender, but by the rules of the universe. When Taemin smiles, the sun shines. When Taemin cries, the rain pours. Everything loves wants desires Taemin.
And Love, Again / various pairings, bandfic
by onew
When asked about love, Kibum prefers to keep it 'real'. Real, as in giving people physical manifestations of love - a full body massage for Minho, the biggest Choco Robot for Taemin (which he even ordered online), an entire day of no scolding for Jonghyun and, for Jinki, a kiss. No words since they're not tangible (and Jinki won't understand). So when it slips past awkward lip-biting, tongues colliding and head angling, Kibum pulls away without another word and shoves a box of chocolates in Jinki's hands. "Um, yeah." he mumbles, looking away. Jinki laughs.
anthology / jongtae
by nautisch
The first time Taemin meets Jonghyun, he breaks out into an impromptu rendition of I’ve Just Seen A Face in the middle of their cul de sac. Taemin smiles at the ground (it’s more of a wince, really) and waits for it to end, because Jonghyun may have a lovely voice but it’s also the only noise in the entire subdivision.
Bodyguard / Minho/jonghyn
by little-bibelot
Four hours later, Minho found Jonghyun lying on his back. The lights were off, with only the glare of the screen illuminating his closed, solemn features. The music was pounding loudly throughout the room, Jonghyun's voice passionately detailing exactly how heartbroken he was that his lover had abandoned him for someone else.
c'est la vie / jongkey
by salted_taiyaki
Jonghyun stared out the window. He could tell that it was raining lightly, because it was nearly silent, with the exception of the muted pitter-patter of droplets against the pane, and the trails were slim and broken.
Kind of like his hand.
coffee mates / taekey
by nerdspam
"So did you finish your homework before you came?"
"Yes, mother."
(third piece down)
cold hot baby, cold ice baby / jongyu
by katsudono
Onew drifts out of sleep, only just registering the warmth of something pressed against his side.
Jamie, his extremely logical mind concludes, trailing a hand down the dog’s back in contentment.
He feels hair, fluffy and slightly coarse, before he registers naked skin and stops. He frowns. As far as he remembers, Jamie never had his neck shaved. And never wore clothes.
eat me up / 2min
by cosipotente
"Hey, Lee!"
Taemin tightly gripped the straps of his book bag, knuckles turning white, and ducked his head. He kept his eyes down as he walked, quickening the pace of his steps.
If only he were a speck on the ground.
Forever & A Day / minkey
by joongierotic
kibum broke dishes for the following days to come, forgets breakfast, playfully smacking his head as if to say he was the stupidest person ever residing on the planet. ‘i never really knew how to handle him,’ jonghyun admits one evening, ‘it makes me wonder why we’re best friends.’ and minho finds himself thinking ‘til his eyes fall close.
four letter words / jongkey
by agapic
Jonghyun didn’t quite know how they ended up this way. Kissing this way, tongues sliding against tongues, hips pressed up together, grinding, grinding-quickly, because the others would be here soon and this was kind of supposed to be a secret.
hide and seek / 2min
by scarletribbon
“Mmnn. Your feet are cold,” Minho mumbles himself awake, lashes low on his cheek.
The timid ghost who always haunts him at this hour, sometime between dark and darker, whispers, “Sorry.”
i wanna make love in this club / jongyu
by undamage
Jonghyun falls into the couch next to Jinki and sighs loudly, and that’s when Jinki knows that the best thing to do is ignore Jonghyun until he gets bored and goes off to bother Kibum. In theory. This has actually never worked in practice, but Jinki figures sixteenth time’s the charm, and stares resolutely at his book.
In Search For Prince Charming / Onkey
by suffocatesound
Jonghyun comes to Kibum’s castle on a pure white stallion. He smiles confidently, handsomely, with perfectly even teeth (because these things matter), and prepares to woo the prince(ss).
That’s when he actually meets him.
in which facebook caused the downfall of the shinee world / gen bandfic
by overloves
Jinki Lee is confused.
Minho Choi: Hyung, if you need to talk.
last train to whenever side stories / ontae
by somedaydreaming
1: Music Boxes, 2: Like Clockwork, 3: Palus Somnium
lost boys / 2min
by scarletribbon
It’s a little sad, a little lonely, Taemin had said into the microphone, smile almost apologetic for his honesty, being the only one left who’s still a kid. I want this year to go by quickly, so I can join the others.
midnight kingdom / keyho
by scarletribbon
Every night at just past Why the Hell are You Not Comatose o’clock, Kibum slips down from his bed, feet bare and light on beige carpet. He pulls on his socks, briefly touches Minho’s shoulder, and they creep out of the nest, toe-heel, toe-heel. If either of them notices how their hands brush together, as if their bodies know that the proper way to creep is as one, neither says a word. Not a word, not one sound, until they are safely in the realm of the living room with the couch as their secret throne.
minority complex / jongkey
by kitkii
Jonghyun’s roommate, Minho, was his buddy from back in high school. Both in need of an apartment, they both found one not too far off campus, and no more than ten minutes from the Music department, which was all Jonghyun really cared too much about. Being a second year while Minho was a first year gave Jonghyun a certain sense of pride-knowing more than Minho was a rare treat, and he relished in it.
Sleep, My Love, Sleep / bandfic
by tumblesault
It feels like a meeting between two parents. Talking about the three youngest and deciding on different ways to make sure everything is alright amongst every body. That there's no fighting or quiet resentment. Not to point fingers at the 91 line.
superstar / jongkey
by redcottonstar
Sometimes when Jonghyun watches Key perform on stage, he feels like they are of two different worlds. Key is bright, his smile almost glittery as he waves at his screaming fans below, and Jonghyun just fixes a tiny, tiny half-smile as he watches Kibum be Key, be the love of a million fans' lives, be an idol so many people look up to.
the clock struck twelve and the sparkles expired / ontae
by pinkweather
When Taemin comes home, he is greeted by the sight of what appears to be two weeks’ worth of laundry strewn all over the living room-soiled sweaters and hoodies spilling over the coffee table, several pairs of jeans draped over the back of the couch, rumpled shirts lying in haphazard heaps on the floor, and were those his Pikachu-printed boxers hanging off the candelabra? He hurriedly strides across the room and snatches up the undergarment, mortified.
turn the lights off / 2min
by satinsleeves
Taemin stays up late into the night studying, no matter how much Kibum moans that he’ll develop premature wrinkles or how many times Onew walks by his door under the pretense of using the restroom only to check in on his progress.
The house can’t sleep without its maknae safely tucked against the wall, cradled beneath a sprawled and snoring Jonghyun and beside their big-hearted leader. Minho pretends to sleep, pretends to be unbothered by the tiny light down the hallway, but he twists and turns in bed until Taemin creeps in at half-past two and falls into bed, too tired to properly gather his sheets around him. Once everyone is sure Taemin is safely tucked within the unthreatening confines of dreamland, Kibum crawls from his top bunk to even out Taemin’s comforter, pull the corners of his sheets to align with the edges of his bed, and smooths his hair from his forehead. The rest of the boys pretend to be sound asleep.
What is a Man if not Full of Lies / minkey
by nautisch
Minho’s never quite figured out just who Kim Kibum is
I am still sifting through stuff from early February, and I have basically nothing from March and April. :) I think I will be skipping ahead to get March/April first, and then I will go back to February and catch up there. But I swear I am still plugging away at this. Sorry for being the slowest, you guys! :\
Also, I wanted to welcome my very first affiliate! pearlskyblue is a SHINee fic rec community with several mods with different biases and preferences to ensure variety in recommendations. They seem to be the coolest ever? Yes. Thank you guys!
Furthermore, my (somewhat belated) sincere thanks goes out to everyone who has helped me out and encouraged me through their comments and messages. You are all wonderful and probably have some very attractive looks. With any luck.
$12.95 / jongkey
by hyungwhore
It’ll be two weeks until Kibum can move out, until he can get the apartment he’s been saving towards. His job before wasn’t what he wanted, but it’s all right, he has a new one now. And in the mean time he’s sharing a bed with Jonghyun, paying rent with his companionship.
He tells him he won’t sleep with him. He’ll let Jonghyun take him to parties, to clubs, he'll be his eye candy, but he's not having sex with him; he's not a whore and he's never going to be one.
A Drop in the Ocean / 2min
by eventuals
And, Minho muses, Taemin has always been untouchable, not by transient things like age or gender, but by the rules of the universe. When Taemin smiles, the sun shines. When Taemin cries, the rain pours. Everything loves wants desires Taemin.
And Love, Again / various pairings, bandfic
by onew
When asked about love, Kibum prefers to keep it 'real'. Real, as in giving people physical manifestations of love - a full body massage for Minho, the biggest Choco Robot for Taemin (which he even ordered online), an entire day of no scolding for Jonghyun and, for Jinki, a kiss. No words since they're not tangible (and Jinki won't understand). So when it slips past awkward lip-biting, tongues colliding and head angling, Kibum pulls away without another word and shoves a box of chocolates in Jinki's hands. "Um, yeah." he mumbles, looking away. Jinki laughs.
anthology / jongtae
by nautisch
The first time Taemin meets Jonghyun, he breaks out into an impromptu rendition of I’ve Just Seen A Face in the middle of their cul de sac. Taemin smiles at the ground (it’s more of a wince, really) and waits for it to end, because Jonghyun may have a lovely voice but it’s also the only noise in the entire subdivision.
Bodyguard / Minho/jonghyn
by little-bibelot
Four hours later, Minho found Jonghyun lying on his back. The lights were off, with only the glare of the screen illuminating his closed, solemn features. The music was pounding loudly throughout the room, Jonghyun's voice passionately detailing exactly how heartbroken he was that his lover had abandoned him for someone else.
c'est la vie / jongkey
by salted_taiyaki
Jonghyun stared out the window. He could tell that it was raining lightly, because it was nearly silent, with the exception of the muted pitter-patter of droplets against the pane, and the trails were slim and broken.
Kind of like his hand.
coffee mates / taekey
by nerdspam
"So did you finish your homework before you came?"
"Yes, mother."
(third piece down)
cold hot baby, cold ice baby / jongyu
by katsudono
Onew drifts out of sleep, only just registering the warmth of something pressed against his side.
Jamie, his extremely logical mind concludes, trailing a hand down the dog’s back in contentment.
He feels hair, fluffy and slightly coarse, before he registers naked skin and stops. He frowns. As far as he remembers, Jamie never had his neck shaved. And never wore clothes.
eat me up / 2min
by cosipotente
"Hey, Lee!"
Taemin tightly gripped the straps of his book bag, knuckles turning white, and ducked his head. He kept his eyes down as he walked, quickening the pace of his steps.
If only he were a speck on the ground.
Forever & A Day / minkey
by joongierotic
kibum broke dishes for the following days to come, forgets breakfast, playfully smacking his head as if to say he was the stupidest person ever residing on the planet. ‘i never really knew how to handle him,’ jonghyun admits one evening, ‘it makes me wonder why we’re best friends.’ and minho finds himself thinking ‘til his eyes fall close.
four letter words / jongkey
by agapic
Jonghyun didn’t quite know how they ended up this way. Kissing this way, tongues sliding against tongues, hips pressed up together, grinding, grinding-quickly, because the others would be here soon and this was kind of supposed to be a secret.
hide and seek / 2min
by scarletribbon
“Mmnn. Your feet are cold,” Minho mumbles himself awake, lashes low on his cheek.
The timid ghost who always haunts him at this hour, sometime between dark and darker, whispers, “Sorry.”
i wanna make love in this club / jongyu
by undamage
Jonghyun falls into the couch next to Jinki and sighs loudly, and that’s when Jinki knows that the best thing to do is ignore Jonghyun until he gets bored and goes off to bother Kibum. In theory. This has actually never worked in practice, but Jinki figures sixteenth time’s the charm, and stares resolutely at his book.
In Search For Prince Charming / Onkey
by suffocatesound
Jonghyun comes to Kibum’s castle on a pure white stallion. He smiles confidently, handsomely, with perfectly even teeth (because these things matter), and prepares to woo the prince(ss).
That’s when he actually meets him.
in which facebook caused the downfall of the shinee world / gen bandfic
by overloves
Jinki Lee is confused.
Minho Choi: Hyung, if you need to talk.
last train to whenever side stories / ontae
by somedaydreaming
1: Music Boxes, 2: Like Clockwork, 3: Palus Somnium
lost boys / 2min
by scarletribbon
It’s a little sad, a little lonely, Taemin had said into the microphone, smile almost apologetic for his honesty, being the only one left who’s still a kid. I want this year to go by quickly, so I can join the others.
midnight kingdom / keyho
by scarletribbon
Every night at just past Why the Hell are You Not Comatose o’clock, Kibum slips down from his bed, feet bare and light on beige carpet. He pulls on his socks, briefly touches Minho’s shoulder, and they creep out of the nest, toe-heel, toe-heel. If either of them notices how their hands brush together, as if their bodies know that the proper way to creep is as one, neither says a word. Not a word, not one sound, until they are safely in the realm of the living room with the couch as their secret throne.
minority complex / jongkey
by kitkii
Jonghyun’s roommate, Minho, was his buddy from back in high school. Both in need of an apartment, they both found one not too far off campus, and no more than ten minutes from the Music department, which was all Jonghyun really cared too much about. Being a second year while Minho was a first year gave Jonghyun a certain sense of pride-knowing more than Minho was a rare treat, and he relished in it.
Sleep, My Love, Sleep / bandfic
by tumblesault
It feels like a meeting between two parents. Talking about the three youngest and deciding on different ways to make sure everything is alright amongst every body. That there's no fighting or quiet resentment. Not to point fingers at the 91 line.
superstar / jongkey
by redcottonstar
Sometimes when Jonghyun watches Key perform on stage, he feels like they are of two different worlds. Key is bright, his smile almost glittery as he waves at his screaming fans below, and Jonghyun just fixes a tiny, tiny half-smile as he watches Kibum be Key, be the love of a million fans' lives, be an idol so many people look up to.
the clock struck twelve and the sparkles expired / ontae
by pinkweather
When Taemin comes home, he is greeted by the sight of what appears to be two weeks’ worth of laundry strewn all over the living room-soiled sweaters and hoodies spilling over the coffee table, several pairs of jeans draped over the back of the couch, rumpled shirts lying in haphazard heaps on the floor, and were those his Pikachu-printed boxers hanging off the candelabra? He hurriedly strides across the room and snatches up the undergarment, mortified.
turn the lights off / 2min
by satinsleeves
Taemin stays up late into the night studying, no matter how much Kibum moans that he’ll develop premature wrinkles or how many times Onew walks by his door under the pretense of using the restroom only to check in on his progress.
The house can’t sleep without its maknae safely tucked against the wall, cradled beneath a sprawled and snoring Jonghyun and beside their big-hearted leader. Minho pretends to sleep, pretends to be unbothered by the tiny light down the hallway, but he twists and turns in bed until Taemin creeps in at half-past two and falls into bed, too tired to properly gather his sheets around him. Once everyone is sure Taemin is safely tucked within the unthreatening confines of dreamland, Kibum crawls from his top bunk to even out Taemin’s comforter, pull the corners of his sheets to align with the edges of his bed, and smooths his hair from his forehead. The rest of the boys pretend to be sound asleep.
What is a Man if not Full of Lies / minkey
by nautisch
Minho’s never quite figured out just who Kim Kibum is