october 2 - october 8 2011
Another Sunday gone. Sorry for the slight lateness, but Happy Thanksgiving to all the Canadian readers! And on to this week's fics! As usual, not all the good/enjoyable fics, just what we picked out. (And to be perfectly honest, I'm growing tired of this style. Next time, I think I'll try reccing fics that are a bit different!)
farewell/goodbye / jongyu
by badwolf_x
It’s been a week and the company has released a statement regarding Jinki’s absence: We’re sorry to inform the public that SHINee’s Onew has fallen ill and will not be able to participate in any of his scheduled activities. He will need ample time to rest, but will be back soon. We thank you for your patience and support.
Kibum and Taemin continue practicing the choreography and Minho goes to the gym, no longer bothering to ask Jonghyun to go with him. Jonghyun feels sick.
my sweetest downfall / jongkey
by sunqyeol
Jinki and Minho take the news without much ruckus. Jinki smiles over the phone and Minho frowns into his webcam but they swallow back their thoughts, because Kibum never did listen to them, not ever. It's resulted in Minho breaking his ankle in the fifth grade and has gotten Jinki in trouble with his parents, and Kibum has never regretted because Minho, we managed to get that kite back, didn't we? And Jinki, you have to learn to live every once in a while. Kibum's always made sudden, brash decisions, but they both know that they're never meaningless; that kite was a present to Minho from his older brother, after all. That party was where Jinki got Sunyoung's number, and they're going to be married next spring.
revenge / jongho
by mintyfresh1
Jonghyun’s jaw clenched ruthlessly, changing his jaw line into a sharper one, as he grinded his teeth. He was angry, and an angry Jonghyun was never particularly good for anybody involved. He tapped his foot against the floor, begging it to just cave in underneath him, because if it didn’t he was going to march right over to Minho’s bed and decapitate him for leaving him so unbelievably turned on.
But the floor didn’t cave in, neither Minho nor Jonghyun had such luck (if it could be called that), and Jonghyun palmed his crotch quickly, reliving himself for a split second.
s'eteint le soleil (the sun goes out) / key-centric
by lemon_skies
Back arching, spine curving, drowning in waves of pleasure, he came into his hand and all over his stomach. By now he was sobbing softly, tears coursing down his flushed face, hands frantically tightening and milking the last of his release.
Key slumped forward, exhausted and spent. His hand was guided upwards; the pads invitingly flush against his lips. Key delicately lapped the cum off his fingers, eyes in small slits as his oversensitive body recovered from orgasm.
A dark chuckle could be heard over the soft sounds of sucking. "Key-sshi, you really know how to put on a good show," said the man as he let out another chortle, hand solid against the pale wrist. "And I had the best view in the house." Key sullenly shifted in his seat, in an attempt to escape, the man’s lap proving uncomfortable.
strawberry swing / key/dongwoon
by estimae
The theatre wasn't as full as it probably could have been. The attendants were mostly older than him; men with cigars, dripping jewellery clinking against crystal cognac glasses. Kibum was bored, but after greeting some friends backstage, he decided the brightly lit murmur of the hall was better than the overflowing atmosphere behind the curtain.
A few women had already flashed red-rimmed smiles his way during the course of his night, some with the knowledge of who Kibum was, even less knowing where he came from, all of them Kibum had turned down. He was waiting for a friend, he didn't smoke, his suit was tailored, yes.
farewell/goodbye / jongyu
by badwolf_x
It’s been a week and the company has released a statement regarding Jinki’s absence: We’re sorry to inform the public that SHINee’s Onew has fallen ill and will not be able to participate in any of his scheduled activities. He will need ample time to rest, but will be back soon. We thank you for your patience and support.
Kibum and Taemin continue practicing the choreography and Minho goes to the gym, no longer bothering to ask Jonghyun to go with him. Jonghyun feels sick.
my sweetest downfall / jongkey
by sunqyeol
Jinki and Minho take the news without much ruckus. Jinki smiles over the phone and Minho frowns into his webcam but they swallow back their thoughts, because Kibum never did listen to them, not ever. It's resulted in Minho breaking his ankle in the fifth grade and has gotten Jinki in trouble with his parents, and Kibum has never regretted because Minho, we managed to get that kite back, didn't we? And Jinki, you have to learn to live every once in a while. Kibum's always made sudden, brash decisions, but they both know that they're never meaningless; that kite was a present to Minho from his older brother, after all. That party was where Jinki got Sunyoung's number, and they're going to be married next spring.
revenge / jongho
by mintyfresh1
Jonghyun’s jaw clenched ruthlessly, changing his jaw line into a sharper one, as he grinded his teeth. He was angry, and an angry Jonghyun was never particularly good for anybody involved. He tapped his foot against the floor, begging it to just cave in underneath him, because if it didn’t he was going to march right over to Minho’s bed and decapitate him for leaving him so unbelievably turned on.
But the floor didn’t cave in, neither Minho nor Jonghyun had such luck (if it could be called that), and Jonghyun palmed his crotch quickly, reliving himself for a split second.
s'eteint le soleil (the sun goes out) / key-centric
by lemon_skies
Back arching, spine curving, drowning in waves of pleasure, he came into his hand and all over his stomach. By now he was sobbing softly, tears coursing down his flushed face, hands frantically tightening and milking the last of his release.
Key slumped forward, exhausted and spent. His hand was guided upwards; the pads invitingly flush against his lips. Key delicately lapped the cum off his fingers, eyes in small slits as his oversensitive body recovered from orgasm.
A dark chuckle could be heard over the soft sounds of sucking. "Key-sshi, you really know how to put on a good show," said the man as he let out another chortle, hand solid against the pale wrist. "And I had the best view in the house." Key sullenly shifted in his seat, in an attempt to escape, the man’s lap proving uncomfortable.
strawberry swing / key/dongwoon
by estimae
The theatre wasn't as full as it probably could have been. The attendants were mostly older than him; men with cigars, dripping jewellery clinking against crystal cognac glasses. Kibum was bored, but after greeting some friends backstage, he decided the brightly lit murmur of the hall was better than the overflowing atmosphere behind the curtain.
A few women had already flashed red-rimmed smiles his way during the course of his night, some with the knowledge of who Kibum was, even less knowing where he came from, all of them Kibum had turned down. He was waiting for a friend, he didn't smoke, his suit was tailored, yes.