Hi everyone! Let's kick off the return of bi-weekly recs with a hodgepodge of fic from the past few months. Additionally, voting is up at shineebigbang, so go hit up a veritable plethora of luxurious longfic and cast your vote for the ultimate winner.
a-hunting / jongho
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thefourthstage
Minho didn’t know who Key was, or who the man was, or quite frankly who he was, now that his life’s purpose was essentially shattered. He just sort of stood there, armor scuffed and askew, helmet dangling precariously from his slack fingers, hair pasted to his face and neck with sweat, mind broken. His Own Shadow / taemin
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pins_and_wheels PARTS I-IV
Taemin loses a part of himself he doesn't know how to hold on to. these days are for chasing light / jongho
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quid
Under his fingers, Jonghyun's shirt is soft with too many washings. He feels like every time he touches Jonghyun is new, different - once for the time they'd fought, twice when Jonghyun had slung an arm over his shoulders, smiling and companionable; all the times he'd just felt like it, wanted to feel Jonghyun's warmth seep into his. how to save a lifee / ontae
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noruwei Jinki’s eyes are panicked, swallowing hard when their fringes catch together. Sorry, he mouths, and Taemin shakes his head, but when the train swerves dangerously again and Jinki catches him around the waist to keep him from falling all he can feel is his heart slamming like a sledgehammer in his ribcage and hoping that in some kind of miracle, Jinki doesn’t hear it. kiss me baby, one more time / jongyu
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static_abyss "What do you mean you've never kissed anyone before?" Jonghyun yells.
Jinki stares because he's sure there is a code somewhere about keeping things your friends tell you a secret. He's not overly bothered by it in any case and he lets it go, just shrugs at Jonghyun.
"I've never kissed anyone before," he says. "Your point?" Keep Your Coins (I Want Change) / minkey
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volti-subito "They might put your name on your drink at Starbucks, kid, but this place doesn’t have assigned seats,” he responds as coolly as he can, italicizing words here and there to make them especially derisive, and gives himself a mental pat on the back for not making a noticeable face at the fact that half this guy’s head is almost completely shaved. Or at the little silver ball that pokes out of the conch of his ear. Or at the other piercings, for that matter (how many does he have?). beds and bathtubs / ontae
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ridiculouso_o “You're working backwards, you're supposed to kiss me first,” Taemin growled, wriggling under him and trying desperately to find that fiercely addictive heat.