december 11 - december 24
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don't let me drown / ontae
by ridiculouso_o
Taemin didn't sleep. Taemin saw, and Taemin knew. He knew something was wrong, and it didn't really matter that he didn't know exactly what. Jinki hyung was going away, and this new person, with a bright smile that bled out his eyes and didn't quite reach his mouth. Taemin noticed that. When Jinki smiled, it shone out from everywhere. Sometimes he even made his ears wiggle on purpose, to make Taemin laugh. But he didn't do that anymore.
He still stayed up late, still patted Taemin's back, still whispered to Jonghyun that it was okay, still shrugged helplessly at Minho when Jonghyun didn't listen and buried his face in the taller's shoulder, still teased Key and ate his food. But Jinki wasn't there.
four is conveniently a synonym for death / onho
by civilized_era
"Please go choke on a tissue," Jinki snarls, except Jonghyun laughs like he's just told the greatest joke ever, as if Jinki never does verbal insults of high order violence, especially as a reaction to the news that Minho was seeing someone new.
Again.
It was a crazy number too, like the fourth one in five months. Maybe the babyface features instantly dilutes tone and context, because whenever he accidentally says something that, with any other person, would be taken an undisputed insult, they just laugh it off as though he's not being totally serious. Puns and bad jokes, however, seem to fit right into wide eyes, thick eyebrows and a bunny mouth.
sunday punch / jongho
by estimae
Jonghyun joined the gym not long after Minho but that was the only thing they had in common. Jonghyun was impulsive, insightful, he was never off the fence. He was a brawler, a swarmer while Minho was the opposite even before he even knew about hooks and jabs, was a man of tradition. Maybe that was why they got along so well, the new boys who learned to orbit each other when nobody was looking, gravitating in between bodily scuffles and mutual kinship.
take my trust and i'll set you from the city / onkey
by itachibana13
Jinki starts to run again, dragging Kibum along, shouting and screaming random obscene phrases, turning into laughter as he sees the geese’s faces go from mild disinterest to surprise, until they’re all flying away. It is kind of funny.
“You,” Kibum says, “are the weirdest person I’ve ever met.” Jinki just laughs at him, hand reaching over to brush a piece of a leaf out of his hair. “Are you really twenty one? You’re definitely still only five.”
“Come,” Jinki says, ignoring him. He grabs his wrist again. “Let’s go on the swings.”
“But there’s only one proper swing,” Kibum protests, looking at the swing set. There’s only one baby swing, and one proper swing. “What kind of swing set only has one swing?”
“The really small one next to our dorm?” Jinki tries, laughing when Kibum goes to hit him. “I don’t know. Race you?”
“Sure.”
don't let me drown / ontae
by ridiculouso_o
Taemin didn't sleep. Taemin saw, and Taemin knew. He knew something was wrong, and it didn't really matter that he didn't know exactly what. Jinki hyung was going away, and this new person, with a bright smile that bled out his eyes and didn't quite reach his mouth. Taemin noticed that. When Jinki smiled, it shone out from everywhere. Sometimes he even made his ears wiggle on purpose, to make Taemin laugh. But he didn't do that anymore.
He still stayed up late, still patted Taemin's back, still whispered to Jonghyun that it was okay, still shrugged helplessly at Minho when Jonghyun didn't listen and buried his face in the taller's shoulder, still teased Key and ate his food. But Jinki wasn't there.
four is conveniently a synonym for death / onho
by civilized_era
"Please go choke on a tissue," Jinki snarls, except Jonghyun laughs like he's just told the greatest joke ever, as if Jinki never does verbal insults of high order violence, especially as a reaction to the news that Minho was seeing someone new.
Again.
It was a crazy number too, like the fourth one in five months. Maybe the babyface features instantly dilutes tone and context, because whenever he accidentally says something that, with any other person, would be taken an undisputed insult, they just laugh it off as though he's not being totally serious. Puns and bad jokes, however, seem to fit right into wide eyes, thick eyebrows and a bunny mouth.
sunday punch / jongho
by estimae
Jonghyun joined the gym not long after Minho but that was the only thing they had in common. Jonghyun was impulsive, insightful, he was never off the fence. He was a brawler, a swarmer while Minho was the opposite even before he even knew about hooks and jabs, was a man of tradition. Maybe that was why they got along so well, the new boys who learned to orbit each other when nobody was looking, gravitating in between bodily scuffles and mutual kinship.
take my trust and i'll set you from the city / onkey
by itachibana13
Jinki starts to run again, dragging Kibum along, shouting and screaming random obscene phrases, turning into laughter as he sees the geese’s faces go from mild disinterest to surprise, until they’re all flying away. It is kind of funny.
“You,” Kibum says, “are the weirdest person I’ve ever met.” Jinki just laughs at him, hand reaching over to brush a piece of a leaf out of his hair. “Are you really twenty one? You’re definitely still only five.”
“Come,” Jinki says, ignoring him. He grabs his wrist again. “Let’s go on the swings.”
“But there’s only one proper swing,” Kibum protests, looking at the swing set. There’s only one baby swing, and one proper swing. “What kind of swing set only has one swing?”
“The really small one next to our dorm?” Jinki tries, laughing when Kibum goes to hit him. “I don’t know. Race you?”
“Sure.”