General
--------- B A N D - C E N T R I C :
a stupidity without a name
by undamage
“I just really think that you’d like this,” Jonghyun says. He brandishes a thick paperback book in Taemin’s face. Taemin glances up at him, frowns, and then goes back to staring blankly at his workbook.
“I have homework.”
“You’ve been on the same page for the past half hour,” Jonghyun says. “I was watching.”
Kibum scoots away from him. “Creep.”
at day's end
by 19_blue_roses
And here, at the end of the finish line, Taemin stops and turns and sees his hyung down. It’s funny, because in the beginning, he was the one who wasn’t able to keep up--in the race to stardom, he was always last, always a little weaker than the others, always a little slower. But, somewhere along the way, he surpassed them.
bad girl, good girl / Gen
by potaoto
“Kim Gwiboon.” Eli sighed, shaking his head. “How do I even begin to describe Kim Gwiboon.”
“You don’t need to.” Junghee didn’t bother looking up from the paper, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “Like I said already, she’s a grade A bitch.” Eli pretended not to hear and pointed across the field to the basketball courts.
bedazzled, or how shinee really got their name
by boyfolk
“Hi,” Taemin says, a little nervously, and tries to grin winningly at his new hyungs.
danger days: an incomplete chronicle by cellophane cola
by intoxicatedbrat
One night, Taemin was walking back from one of those sessions in his lime green sweatpants, black cotton tee and bright red cap when a dull grey beaten-down Mustang swerved to a stop next to him. Two figures decked in white clothes- white t-shirts under white sport-coats and off-white pants- came out of the backseat doors. Taemin’s eyes travelled to their faces- grotesque masks of hollowed out eyes, bushy brows, pale broken skin and mouths agape in permanent screams. Draculoids. Taemin cursed under his breath as he made a run for it.
defying gravity 2 3 ...
by manaphasm
I don’t need to be fixed, though, Taeyeon thought, as the teacher left her alone in her room. She caught her reflection in the mirror again, and took in the short hair, the lack of make-up, and the loose boy’s clothing. She looked nothing like the girl she grew up as-the one she was for years, up until a few months ago. The more she looked at herself, the less she felt like that girl.
five times shinee turned into girls
by liveamimicry
Taemin is pretty much every Korean boy ever’s ideal as a girl. She’s thin and fair, with big liquid eyes and a smile to melt hearts. Her hair is long and glossy, and she looks like she’s be tarnished if you so much as looked at her wrong. All in all, every one says she doesn’t look that much different than before the switch, and Taemin, with all of his bruised male ego, is outraged.
five times series
by boyfolk
- 'My Patronus Would be Taemin!' or 5 Things That Would Happen if SHINee Went to Hogwarts
- Five People Key Never Fell in Love With and Why
- Five Things that Never Happened to Onew
- 5 times Taemin tried to convince the world of his straightness (and failed)
fold your paper hearts and wear them on your sleeves
by chiharu
Onew friends Key because they both ship the same elusive, non-canon pairings. Onew thinks Kaitou and Shinichi have potential for further plot development that will bring the series to its best arc yet. Key just thinks they’re just fucking each other.
follow and cut
by miximel
Fandom never held too much appeal to Minho. He didn’t see the point in taking the time to make graphics or write fanfiction, especially when that time could be spent outside playing sports or hanging out with his friends. He mostly just kept to himself on livejournal, content with his small friends list, perfectly fine being unnoticed. He knew who the most “popular” people were, and had long since decided to stay away from them, since in his opinion they were nothing but elitist jerks. The only sort-of-popular person he knew was Onew, because Onew knew everyone.
And then one day, everything changed.
function generateBuddies()
by itachibana13
function generateBuddies()When the application first opens, there's a loud shriek from inside the monitor, and Taemin hits the ground, banging his head on the taskbar.
head
by pateshie
He points to where Taemin and Minho are warily eyeing a large showering area with five evenly-spaced shower heads and shampoo ledges. Taemin is still gaping and Minho’s expression can’t decide between mirth and extreme distaste. Jonghyun is sitting on the counter with his head buried in his hands, having adequately expressed his feelings via one yell of unadulterated horror.
hello/goodbye
by 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.”
heroes (or other such atrocities)
by mrs_min_ai
Jinki wakes up one morning with a killer headache and the ability to move things with his mind.
He’s pretty sure that’s not normal. In fact, he’s quite certain that’s the opposite of normal. But considering how he always seems to trip over flat surfaces or turn any situation awkward in a matter of seconds, he realizes he probably wasn’t all that normal to begin with.
in search of nowhereland, part 2
by nautisch
One cloudy morning, Lee Jinki wakes up, trips on the staircase to the kitchen, falls through it, and is promptly kicked out of the Inner-City Boys Orphanage. The women that protected him for years say nothing as they hand him the few possessions he has, not even mumbling a goodbye when they show him the door. “If anyone finds you,” one of them whispers, “You never knew us.”
Jinki turns to respond, but the door locks behind him.
in which facebook caused the downfall of the shinee world
by overloves
Jinki Lee is confused.
Minho Choi: Hyung, if you need to talk.
into the woods without a single piece of tofu
by lunayeppeo
"We have no more food."
Jinki glanced up, startled by the sudden declaration. "No more tofu? No more chicken?" he despaired.
The woman blinked at him. "Oh, no, we have plenty of those," she waved off his concern airily. "It's the kids' food that we've run out of."
"So... We don't share the same food supply?" Jinki ventured carefully.
it's a glass half empty from where i'm standing
by chuchama
Onew panics when Taemin falls down in dance practice and skins his entire knee off. Well, okay, maybe that’s a dramatization, that he’s skinned his entire knee off, but there’s a lot of blood and enough tears to count as a crisis - in fact, Taemin has to take Onew’s hand and squeeze it reassuringly. “Hyung,” he comforts gently, as if he’s not the one bleeding on the floor and that sort of makes Onew ashamed of himself, “stop crying, it’s not that bad.”
laying waste to popular belief
by boyfolk
It’s embarrassing to admit, but Key, Jonghyun, and Onew are prone to tears when emotional - a fact made all the more so when Taemin insists (with a deceptively innocent look on his face) that they watch all their award shows over again on their two-year anniversary.
“It’ll be like a bonding experience!” Taemin says cheerfully, and pops in the first disc.
natural causes
by pinkweather
When Taemin was born, the sun was blazing in the sky while it simultaneously rained for exactly nine hours, forty-one minutes and four seconds. It was Taemin’s grandmother who had told him this. She had been convinced that this occurrence held a mystical meaning of the utmost significance, and repeatedly tells Taemin during annual family reunions (right after pinching his cheek and complaining about how tall he has gotten, why, she could have sworn that last year he was but a wee little boy) that he is destined for great things that would affect the entire world.
one in a million
by boyfolk
The worst parts of this business are always the things which could’ve been, the most heartbreaking the things that came so close: Hyukjae-Junsu-Sungmin, three-member-SNSD, Yunho-Heechul-Donghae, SHINee.
or does it explode?
by chuchama
It’s an anti, or something, Onew can’t actually remember, doesn’t actually know.
silences, pillows and waiting
by premonitioner
You’re watching the news with Minho when the thought crosses your mind and you suddenly turn your head to look up at him as he stares at the screen, a slight frown across his brow. You guess he’s thinking the same thing you are as he turns to look at you, but when he takes the remote from your hand and changes the channel you frown at him.
“Kibum told us to tell him what happened in noonas drama,” he said, and you nod slowly as you curl your feet up beneath you. The two of you wait for Kibum and Jonghyun to return from the hospital with Jinki and his two front teeth but you fall asleep on the couch before they do.
so this be the world we live in
by heechul_oppa
Onew has always been a quiet fandomer. Write a few fanfictions here and there, comment on someone's graphic post once in a while, etc. The only people on his f-list never comment on any of his stuff (most likely because he really only posts about school and homework and who the fuck cares about school and homework), and, honestly, they'd probably only friended him in the first place because they were all n00bs and friended everyone that replied to anything they posted. Onew has many of these n00bs on his f-list because he always feels sorry for them and posts comments just to make them feel better which then results in the friending of these n00bs and that, too, he finds he can not refuse.
ten years' legend, split second victory.
by cuvier
“Onew-hyung,” Minho announces solemnly one morning. “I’m going to join Dream Team permanently.”
“Don’t you already have a permanent spot on Dream Team?” Taemin asks between the mouthfuls of breakfast that Kibum is busy feeding him.
“Um,” Minho says.
the end of the world
by intorolude
One moment Jonghyun is ordering a hamburger while flirting with the cute-looking cashier, and the next moment she is gone, disappearing into the gaping hole where the counter had once been.
There is no time to stand and stare, there is no time to fall to his knees and scream. But then again, time seems to have stopped; Jonghyun can only tremble with his eyes wide and mouth open in a silent yell, and then someone is grabbing onto him, fingernails cutting into the soft skin on his wrist, and he is tugged away.
we need a replay, part 2
by redcottonstar
Jonghyun only realizes during the fourth year after their debut, even though he expects it had started before that already. They've all gotten too tired and exhausted - both physically and mentally -, and they are starting to forget the reasons why they worked so hard to make it this far. Jonghyun's past life back in school cramming examinations the previous night and laughing during break times seems like a lifetime ago, and all he remembers are hours practicing the same dance moves over and over again, and the lights dimming on stage until all that's left is a shadow of that exhilaration he'd first felt during his debut stage.
with lips curled back
by omensigns
when jinki drinks his cheeks immediately turn red. it doesn't matter what large or little amount he consumes, his stare turns into a squint and he's warmer than another other member sitting at the table or wandering the dance floor.
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apathy
by theinterval
I don’t know how much time I have, or how much I can write down, to be honest. If they were to find this, I’d probably be killed.
We can’t leave [the cell]. I miss my parents but I can’t do anything about it. If I were to say anything, I’d probably be killed. I doubt there’s much I could do without the possibility of being killed, so I’m using this notebook I keep with me in my cast to write down things that you may or may not see. Whoever you are...
God it’s cold in here.
five things onew could never be the leader of
by scylladakylla
Jinki checks the time on his cellphone-he’d gotten off the phone with Kibum exactly ten minutes ago. (Kibum had briefly updated him on his status, then launched into a lengthy complaint about how his hair was a complete mess after the long flight and how ridiculously high airplanes flew and how the man sitting next to him wouldn’t stop snoring, none of which really had anything to do with The Mission, but Jinki had listened very patiently to him anyway.)
i dare say i could be kinder
by pumadragon
A lot of times, Jinki spent his nights reading the fan cafés. 12 AM before a big performance, but he'd be curled up under his covers with his tiny little laptop, squinting at the bright, florescent love. It wasn't narcissism. He didn't agree with most of the nice, fluffy things that the fans would say, but the Onew Ache got to him, something that wasn't the product of stage lights or make-up foundation. Sometimes he just needed to be reminded that he was this clumsy, awkward, somewhat inept sort of kid, that it was just part of who he was, and that it was okay, even if it didn't feel okay most of the time.
plain sight
by naninande
"The next question is for Onew."
"3000," Taemin hisses.
"I'm not betting," Minho murmurs back, deadpan as ever.
"Spoilsport," Taemin says mournfully. "You are just sulking about last ti--"
Kibum sighs at them in a pointed way.
"Um. Yes?" Jinki inquires. He knows that Taemin is right--they all know it--; it's that question.
three steps to effective leadership
by naninande
"I'll be Lina, you can be Dana," Jonghyun told Kibum excitedly as he recognized the song coming up on the car radio.
"Please don't sing," Jinki said, alarmed.
"Wait, why do you get to be Lina?" Kibum argued, but by then Jonghyun was singing along to Dancer in the Rain with contagious enthusiasm.
fools in love
by intorolude
"I don't really know what happened," Taemin says quietly. "But I hope you two will be okay."
Kibum is silent, and it is Jonghyun who ruffles Taemin's hair and puts on a smile and tells him they will be fine and not to worry about it.
You liar, Jinki thinks, but when Taemin glances at him for confirmation, he nods along anyway. They are idols, this is their job - to lie every single day.
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airport fashion
by hongjinri
There was something different about Jonghyun today, Kibum noticed, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It wasn’t his outfit; he was dressed in black skinny jeans, a simple fitted tee and his new gray jacket. It wasn’t his appearance either; he hadn’t lost weight nor did he have a haircut. No, it was some more subtle - or perhaps not so subtle since we’re talking about Jonghyun. “Hyung, how many insoles did you wear today?” Kibum carefully asked, somewhat surprised and a tad suspicious to actually meet Jonghyun’s eyes at eyelevel.
four days of strange
by ridiculouso_o
taemin was going to take a picture of jonghyun's butthole but was talked out of it by jinki. 'he needs peace and rest and privacy,' jinki explained
like a broken record (replay, replay, replay)
by musikq
because they always said
that of course i could do it. do it all. that i could never fail;
i should never fail.
happy birthday
by hypothermal
He fidgets for a moment, holding his breath so that no one can hear him make his way down the bunk bed and land softly on the floor, cold and slightly windy.
solitaire, 2 3 4...
by kantamu
Taemin, he found, had an affinity for cards. There was hardly a moment that Jonghyun saw him without a card or two, whether he was walking thoughtfully around a carefully designed garden, or doodling on a blank sheet of paper. More often though, Jonghyun found Taemin seated at a table or at nothing at all, a pack of cards dealt and ready to be played. Rarely, however, did Jonghyun actually see Taemin do anything with them.
this is how we love
by mustenentwined3
It is late at night when Key calls him over, a low, soft voice on the other end, blurring in with the stars in the sky, the faint smell of dinner cooking from the floor below. The corners of Jonghyun’s lips tug into a smile, his face lighting up in the dusk of evening as he leans over the railing of his balcony, fingers curling against the cool metal of the railing, hair blowing into his face.
“I’m tired,” he breaks the silence after a moment, his eyes trained on the miniature lights of the city sprawled out below.
i was a pencil in a past life
by evennow_still
“Hey Taemin.” Jonghyun says to the mirror as his bandmate walks into the dressing room. “Do you ever think about how we’d look if we had arms in our ear holes?”
Taemin stops, then turns and walks back out the door.
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domestication
by xiahbuns
They’re sitting in the living room, watching Minho repeatedly kick Jonghyun’s ass in FIFA, when Jinki sniffs the air and asks, “Is something burning?”
“Shit,” Kibum curses, dashing into the kitchen. After a long, ominous pause, there is a loud wail of despair.
gothic romances are pointless
by chuchama
Kibum knows this is stupid stupid stupid. His heels click soundly, pointedly, on the wood paneling of the dance floor as he crosses it onto the carpet and, really, he knows this is a bad idea.
letters to heaven
by aishitaeru
Dear Jinki-hyung,
I don’t think SHINee will ever get back together after everything happened. It doesn’t feel right to think about singing or performing, pretending and acting happy for the fans who are just as heartbroken as we are. SM wanted us to write a statement, but what are we supposed to say? It’s only been a month and it still hurts to remember that I wake up to a dorm with three other boys not four.
s'eteint le soleil (the sun goes out)
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.
the mechanics of kissing
by mrs_mis_ai
Kibum would never be able to choose who he enjoys kissing more no matter how much they ask. And every time he tells them such it just makes them each want to try harder-- not that Kibum would ever complain. Besides, he’s always been a bit greedy anyway.
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apprehension
by yassan
Sometimes Minho worries, a little bit. Like when he’s watching Jonghyun and Key, from a little ways back, and Jonghyun’s singing and Key’s joining in and Jonghyun’s voice breaks, on some little kid’s melody he’d forgotten seven years ago.
solid like a wall
by acousticscenery
The truth was, they'd all been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or, rather, the other two shoes to drop. Kibum had upper respiratory infection time travel, Jinki had fatigue-induced levitation, and Jonghyun had shrunk. Everyone watched Minho and Taemin with wary eyes.
--------- T A E M I N - C E N T R I C :
feeling lucky
by tuesdayhero
Taemin wakes up one day to find a thread of red string tied around his ankle.
He feels excitement bubbling up his chest, as he reaches out a finger to touch the thread - he doesn't react as his finger slides right through it, pressing against the skin of his ankle as if there were nothing there. Upon closer inspection, he sees that it really is a simple thread, a bright primary red. It loops around his left ankle once, before it's knotted, and he suddenly sees that the thread extends underneath his blankets. Taemin yanks his covers off, and he stares at how the line of red goes over the side of his bed, snakes along the floor, and curves out his open doorway.
gawee nulim
by china_whales
He has visions of things, vaguely and he barely remembers the whole thing and it repeats and repeats in his mind for the rest of the day. He usually thinks it’s nothing insignificant but it ends up repeating in back of his mind. And he keeps wondering and thinking until the teacher shouts “Taemin!” out loud and he has to remember again what class was he in and what subject was he studying and finally gives up when he even forgets the teacher’s name and eventually goes for detention after school. (where he thinks again and doodles on his book while the teacher in charge sleeps with a magazine covering his face.)
let the day in
by rebreak
I could fall in love with you, Taemin writes. with them.
It’s the only thing he writes in the tiny left-hand corner of his paper, boxed in by crisscrossing red-blue lines. He writes it for no one in particular, thinks only of the people he spends his life with, and tears the section from the sheet and slides open the window.
mouthless
by wynnetimate
Taemin thinks he sees someone crouched into foetal position in the corner, this small and dark silhouette against a stack of mats. Part of Taemin wants to ignore it, pretend it isn't there like a monster under the bed, but against his better judgement he takes a step closer in sick fascination. There's black skin like bread burned in the toaster, and long threads of auburn hair clinging to a nearly-bare scalp.
so fantastic, elastic, fantastic, elastic / taemin-centric
by hongjinri
(Taemin did not like that, though. He wasn’t a girl; he was a man. A manly man. He would tell that to himself every single night as he stood in front of that funny looking mirror that his stepmother kept in his bedroom. Unfortunately, the mirror would answer him things like ‘you’re the fairest of them all’ and ‘stop calling me mirror, my name is Kyuhyun’, and that was a little bit scary because mirrors weren’t supposed to be able to talk at all. But it did praise Taemin’s beauty and boosted his ego, so Taemin didn’t mind.)