a new pair of nikes / onkey
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andivide "It was a dark and stormy night. The streets were silent, with only the rain and smell of crime in the air for company."
"Jinki," Minho says, in his low and mysterious voice that just fits being Choi, Private Investigator.
"Yes," Jinki squeaks. He clears his throat. "Yes?"
"Stop narrating, please. It's not even raining." blooming / jongkey
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m00bs Kibum didn't call it cheating the first time it happened. Cheating implied that there was some kind of reason behind what they'd done, some kind of intent. Like he'd gone out to screw around on Jinki. burn, baby, burn / jongho
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cosipotente Jonghyun couldn't help it. He really couldn't. The hilarity of the situation (and maybe more than a little of his immaturity) got the best of him. The grin stretched across his face and his cheeks ached with its width.
He couldn't help it. Really.
"Choi Minho bested by a water slide," Jonghyun gave himself a mental clap on the back for not falling to his knees and howling with laughter. He remained poised, leaning against the door frame of the room he shared with Minho, and calmly returned the look Minho was giving him from beneath his brows. Jonghyun had to admit, now that the younger male was missing his shaggy bangs the sharp glare was a little more threatening. But Jonghyun felt like he was on top of the world. bus rides / onkey
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staircasing Jinki always takes the 7:13AM bus to school. Sometimes he sees familiar faces, sometimes he doesn't, and this intrigues him. People-watching becomes one of his hobbies, and he learns to spot people whom he's seen before - this suit-wearing man was on the same bus the day before yesterday, this old man is here every first Monday of the month, this little girl takes this bus everyday too. capital love / jongho
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bffimagine he leans up on his tip-toes to try and catch the words on his tongue, the i Love you's that hang in the air above his head.
they aren't designated for him, though, and he is too short to reach them even when he bounces on the balls of his feet with his head tilted slightly back and the tip of his tongue sticking out as if to reach for snowflakes on a winter afternoon. they float right over him, barely shuffling through the tips of his hair before passing by him altogether. cocoa / onew/hyoyeon
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ikui The thrumming noises of a laptop fan in the dead of night, its monitor displaying a picture of a young woman, hair thrown into the air with a gentle yet somehow overbearing confidence. The model of said picture looks at the laptop, hiding a blush of pride in the dimly lit room as she sits, crushing her knees against her breasts. Hands slipping halfway out of a baggy sweater, she sips a steaming hot cup of cocoa. She takes another sip and looks to her male companion to the right who seems to be in awe of the picture, wide eyed and all.
“So do you like it?” she asks. dark angels,
interlude 2 3 (part 2 is comm-locked) / jongkey
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jecca_o9 There is a gold key, glinting in the sunlight, hung on a chain around his neck.
"I've...been here a long time." He says from the sky scraper as they watch the city below them. It is December of the year 2010. He is wearing a dark coat, leg hugging jeans and black boots. don't you dare / keyho
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hwanhee Kibum isn't so surprised when he sees another article on the web that has his name and the word 'feminine' in one sentence. drop of a ball / 2min
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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. drowning / onkey
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m00bs They meet along the shoreline, the only place they can, where land becomes lake and the water becomes sand. eat me up / 2min
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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. escalates / onkey
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joongierotic jinki wakes up to find kibum sitting haphazardly on the balcony’s ledge, he thought he felt his heart jump out of his chest, and when he was almost sure it did, he wasn’t sure kibum was there to catch it. favorite / onkey
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notgonnahurtyou You look both ways before entering the door in front of you. It may look like any other door in your company's headquarters but this door is special. It is a door to a supply cabinet. You make sure no one sees you enter because you don't want to get caught sneaking into unknown disgusting corners of your building. You are the Almighty Key, goddamnit. You have a reputation to uphold. So you take that Reputation, shove it down the pocket of your sweats and you crawl into the far corner, sit with your back against the wall and your knees hugged close to your chest and you say "Ew." flat surfaces / jongkey
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m00bs "C'mon, Kibum. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon…" and Jonghyun had him backed up against the wall, hands all over him, his voice in Kibum's ear urging him on like it was Kibum's hands fumbling with holsters and zippers, like it was Kibum's hands sliding up and down and all around, unbuckling belts, pushing aside the tails of his shirt, sliding hot fingers inside. Like he was in control of this or something. freefall,
part 2 / jongkey
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seratia When Jonghyun turns around to wink at Key, the world stops. In those few seconds, all Key can see is his blonde hair swinging across his eyes, and his brow furrows at the sight. It’s not that Key doesn’t like it. Jonghyun in blonde hair was only second to Jonghyun with his natural hair. growing up and apart / jongkey
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redcottonstar Kibum is fidgeting with his straw - a glass of orange juice is in front of him, and Jinki notes that his taste hasn't changed one bit -, his hair falling into his eyes. It's back to that slanted, highlighted hairstyle that he'd had way back when he was nineteen, and Jinki remembers Kibum, unsure and fragile, asking hey do you think I look okay, remembers himself smiling and saying, of course, you always do Kibum-ah. hello/goodbye / bandfic
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hypothermal He wakes up slightly perturbed by the cold wind drifting in through the crack of the open window.
The interior of the car is dark, lit only by the luminous numbers on Minho’s dashboard, always staying at 125 KM/H. He rubs his eyes, and stretches. It’s been a long ride, he’d wanted to take a flight but Minho had insisted on driving back down.
“Awake?”
“Yeah.” it's always worth it / jongtae
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knowmonsta Jonghyun likes to prolong things because he knows that the end point is always worth it. He currently has Taemin pinned against the wall and still hasn't touched his mouth. Instead his lips linger on the skin between his jaw line and neck causing Taemin to groan impatiently and wriggle against the wall. Jonghyun grins and slowly makes his way to the corner of Taemin's mouth, pausing there just to annoy him. As a result Taemin lets out another groan, this time a louder one. Jonghyun laughs: it's too easy to get him worked up. He decides to appease him a little. it's never just you and me / keyho
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closeta It's partly the knowledge that they shouldn't be doing this that makes it all so thrilling. kimi wa petto / onkey
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velvetgunfire It's raining by the time he steps off the subway, a vigourous rain that dashes itself across the concrete in sheets. With his leather briefcase tucked under one arm and sober umbrella balanced precariously upright-all the while juggling his keys with which to open the gate to his apartment complex-Jinki has been envisioning a nice, long shower to wash off the rigours of the day; not this. kiss off,
2 3 4 5 interlude 6... / 2min
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indelible_x The Rebel was someone who existed somewhere between teenage delinquency and criminally insane, lighting cigarettes but never actually smoking them, and opting out of things like a normal life in favor of wasting away in a bathroom stall. The Rebel is someone who held all the power but is blind to the things that mattered. He never really knew what he was doing, but he always got it right. Up until a few hurt feelings made The Rebel realize he was just a boy who couldn’t stop doing things wrong.
The Kid was a nobody who knew all the right people. He was someone who knew what he wanted but could never open his eyes wide enough to see the big picture. That may have been his downfall. Or maybe that was what made him; his sweet innocence and selfishness. The Kid was a deeper thinker than anyone would give him credit for and he knew that made him the smartest of them all. At least until he met The Rebel and his life became full of doubts. let's make a sandwich / key/seunghyun
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nautisch Kibum gets the news that he’s been bailed out of jail at ten in the morning, when he’s staring down at a bowl of slop that he wants to throw against the wall. They grab him by the arms in the middle of the cafeteria, dragging him into a room he hasn’t seen since he first came to prison. His clothes are waiting for him on a chair, neatly folded but certainly not clean. Kibum changes in front of the guards-at this point, he could care less. He’s richer than any of them will ever be anyway. lighter than a feather / jongkey
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undamage Kibum is nineteen and on his way home from work when he’s dragged behind a building by unfamiliar hands. He barely has time to register what’s going on before his assailant produces a scalpel and cuts his throat. There is a split second of pain before Kibum feels a weird tug from somewhere behind his lungs; there is a strange sensation of disembodiment, and suddenly he’s floating over his own body. living the life / jongkey
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paintingseas people always ask key what he plans on doing with his life. he always shrugs and says he has an idea, when he really doesn't. mercy rule / jongho
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drugsex "try staring a little harder," kibum advises him. "he doesn't have holes in the back of his head yet."
minho isn't sure he wants to dignify something like that with a response. of secrets and solidarity / minho/eunhyuk
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naturedichotomy It was supposed to have been once and done. Just a momentary distraction. One night of hot, wet lips and bodies pressed desperately against each other, hands lost and confused but determined. on unstable ground / jongkey
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x_saru_x "Couldn't find any store open, I had to walk five blocks, can you imagine that?" is all Jonghyun gets to say, mouth numb and cheeks cold, before his hands linger on the door and his eyes lock on Kibum. He frowns. open / onkey
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m00bs "You're breathing kind of hard," Kibum says, and Jinki knows he's laughing at him, just a little, but that's okay because Kibum is here, standing in the circle of his arms. If someone had told him six weeks, three days, fourteen hours, and thirty-seven minutes ago that time could move with all the dispatch of ice melting slowly in the spring, he would have smiled and shaken his head in amused tolerance at their lack of patience. opposite of everlasting / taekey
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compatable They're sitting across from each other at a restaurant, the kind where the owner spent too much time on the decor and not the quality of the food. Taemin's fork sticks out of his food, pointed at the ceiling and with food particles clinging to metal that's probably been washed a million times outside the restaurant. Peering at the shine of his fork closely, he tries to guess its age and how many people have used it before him. He has a few organized numbers that seem reasonable enough until his tallies break apart to hear plates being shoved towards the center of the table. They're still filled with food, the heat that once occupied them gone now. playmate, checkmate / jongtae
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onew Taemin's taken interest in playing with the gun that produces bubbles today - "The bubble gun," Jonghyun calls it. practically domestic / jongtae
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knowmonsta On Monday night, Jonghyun is the more optimistic of the two.
"This is going to be great, Taemin!" he says cheerfully as he slides into the bed.
"I don't know," Taemin replies frowning as he joins him. "Key-hyung looked like he wanted to kill you when you asked Onew-hyung if we could room together." rushes,
part 2 / ontae
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scarletpeonies They've done this before, Taemin knows, touched hands and legs and matched - pulse for rapidly beating pulse. It's different when Jinki is directly in his face though, invading his space, eyes closed and a sad twist to his mouth. side effects / jongho
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namgeun Right once they get to school, a girl who's been trailing Minho for weeks pushes flowers onto him before he can step through the door, and to Jonghyun, their smell is foul. They make Jonghyun feel so hazy that he has to lead himself to the nearest trashcan, bend his neck in half, and wait for his insides to rupture. He never really does throw up on account of his sensitive stomach, but Minho is right there beside him in case he does, aggravating his stomach by holding that tiny bouquet that's making his nose drip and stomach swollen. smells like taemin's spirit / 2min
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cosipotente A dull thud filtered through the fog of lassitude in Minho's mind, stirring, but not waking him from his sleep. Another thud and a soft "Aha" had him awake, cracking open an eye to peer blearily at the ceiling. He continued to feign sleep though; whoever was in his room didn't want to be seen or heard. That ruled out Jonghyun. The older male made as much noise as a train wreck and if Minho thought about it, so did Onew at his quietest. Key would be tsking at the state of the room; Jonghyun's side looking like a natural disaster had swept through while Minho's wasn't far behind. He couldn't be assed to pick up after himself, let alone Jonghyun, with the shape his knee was in.
Process of elimination left one person and Minho watched through his lashes as the culprit tiptoed out the door with his pony tail waving behind him. stranger & stranger / jongkey
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staircasing They start off as strangers, just like anyone else. The first time they meet, they both have terrible hairstyles and awful clothes, but Jonghyun sees the quirk of Kibum's smile and thinks that they can learn to be friends. sugarbaby / ontae
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cosipotente Taemin giggled against Jinki's lips, kissing his teeth when he too smiled. It was easy to pretend the fingers running down his ribs were tickling rather than rubbing and caressing. It was easy to pretend their positions, Taemin propped up against the cool wall of the dressing room and Jinki pressed solid and warm between his legs, were nothing more than playful. taemin and key's lips / taekey
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cosipotente The bedroom was cool and dark when Taemin woke up somewhere between twelve and one in the morning, shivering beneath his blankets and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. take it easy (love nothing) / jongyu
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indelible_x At first, Jonghyun was nothing more than calloused fingers and endless doubts; a boy with a guitar and a voice; a cheat who never learned his lesson. What you saw was what you got, but Jinki tried to see past all that. the night has opened my eyes / keyho
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closeta Kibum specializes in mornings after. His body, still attuned to the necessities of his former idol life, knows to wake up before daybreak and sneak quietly out of his companion's bed. He's mastered the art of hungover, blind fumbling for the scattered pieces of his clothes, fastening, buckling, and buttoning in the darkness (easier than taking them off, when a second set of hands usually only complicates the process). He's had enough one night stands by now to set world records in quick escapes, mad dashes for the door, always leaving his partner rumpled and unaware, sheets tangled in their legs, the bed still warm enough to perpetuate the farce of intimacy. what if? / jongkey
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datakicker Sometimes, Jonghyun wonders what it would be like if Kibum loved him.
If Kibum loved Jonghyun, things would be different within SHINee. wipe out / jongho
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scylladakylla Jonghyun glances around at the other members, using his ninja observation skills to watch the way they’re pulling on their boots.
Jinki and Kibum are going skiing, so their boots are different-heavy and clunky and made of solid plastic. Jinki’s are an ugly shade of red; Jonghyun saw the employee give Kibum a pair in the same color, but Kibum had handed them back right away and asked for a black pair instead. There are a million buckles and straps on the boots, but they both seem like they know what they’re doing. without words / jongyu
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bffimagine Jinki remembered the day he met Jonghyun.
And every time he thought back on it, he wondered if perhaps it would have been kinder to leave him dead. you're the target i'm aiming at / key/amber
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aeroply It’s the kind you can sometimes see in movies, the very first encounter. One of those dramatic, partly-realistic meeting scenes at a bus stop-boy sitting on a rusty metal bench, girl sitting on another rusty metal bench, girl asking what time it is, boy asking what girl’s name is, and things usually go uphill from there.
Boy is called Kibum. Girl is called Amber. [un]birthday (or rather a birthday massacre) / honew
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cosipotente Minho stared down line of his chest, his skin bare and pale in the red evening light, and watched as Onew tipped an opposing rook over. Minho, however, couldn't fathom which side of his chest held the opposing pieces as Onew would occasionally knock one down on what Minho had thought to be the winning side. He had been doing that for an hour since they had settled after making love, using Minho's body as a chess board.