17hols | Round 1 2023: Quotes

Round 1 2023: Quotes

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Seventeen Holidays

Round 1: Quotes

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Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. For this round, every prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, do whatever. Steal from a literary classic, or copy WeVerse drama.

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okay finally reading this and losing my mind and crying and wailing and throwing things. they're so domestic...their lives are intertwined and wonwoo can't get out now even if he wanted to.......but he doesn't want to! cause he loves him!!! so glad ur snwu-ing nature is healing i'm feeling fed and hydrated

ugh i forgot to log in this was me fig hi

oh my gODDDDDDDD that was SO GOOD the difference in their styles and the intimacy of spotting someone and knowing their body well enough to know exactly when they could fall or overrotate… its so crazy to read. i love you for putting these two together in this scenario and i hope they both win…

Ship/Member: preferred jeongcheol, any
Major Tags: any
Additional Tags: any
Do Not Wants: mcd, ambiguous ending

Prompt

I know our love won't be a give and take
I'll keep on giving, giving, giving and hope
Someday you do the same
'Cause I would give you my everything
And get nothing, nothing, nothing in return for wasted days
But I, I like you the way you are
And I, I wouldn't mind if you broke my heart
Then sit and watch as I slowly fall apart

—What a Shame, Telltale

oh man..... not the soup. if there's soup involved that's real love for sure. rip wonwoo

Ship/Member: any but please consider jeonghan doing it as a half-joke and ruining all the new prospects of his ex (who he still lives with?? who knows go crazy)
Major Tags: jealousy, immature new relationship sabotage
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I’m so mature, I’m so mature
I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one should

- sza | kill bill

Edited 2022-12-28 20:17 (UTC)

Ship/Member: Jeonghan, gen
Major Tags: Implied eating disorder, body image issues
Additional Tags: idolverse
Permission to remix: Yes

***

“Just be yourself,” Jeonghan advises when Mingyu seeks him out early in the morning before a solo schedule, nervous about appearing alone. “What more could they ask for?”

“A lot, I think,” Mingyu grumbles. His hair sticks out to one side and his eyes are swollen from sleep, but Jeonghan thinks he still looks good enough for the cover of a magazine.

“Don’t think so much about yourself,” Jeonghan teases, poking him in the cheek. “You’re more than enough just as you are!”

He means it, and Mingyu leaves a little less shaky than before.

In the silence, Jeonghan watches frost form on his window, the orange glow of sunrise outside. He stays in bed until the afternoon.

—

The idol industry is, inherently, built on comparison.

At eighteen Jeonghan was made to stand in many lines, usually hovering somewhere near the end. He was bad at dancing, bad at singing, bad at talking, bad at composing, bad at acting, and everyone could see based on where he stood. The only time he ever got moved to the front was when they were assessed for appearance. Good-looking, someone would say. We can make something out of that face.

At the front of the line, Jeonghan could feel all eyes fall on him. He stared at his shoes until someone moved Vernon or Mingyu ahead of him, and then he finally dared to look up.

In the mirror on the other side of the room, he found that he still looked the same as he always had.

—

“It must be nice,” Seungkwan says out of the blue, drawing Jeonghan’s attention from his tray of unappetizing airplane food, “to be so naturally thin.”

Jeonghan pokes his spoon at the soggy rice. “Seungkwannie, it’s only the cameras that make you worry about it.”

“Yeah, well, I’m always on camera, aren’t I?” Seungkwan purses his lips and stabs his plastic fork into a slimy cube of chicken. “And unlike you, I have to worry about it.”

It’s possibly Jeonghan’s least favorite part of the job. He sees the members every day, he knows what they look like, and yet the cameras lie and a million people comment and then later the members pull up photos and complain about nonexistent flaws that need to be dieted or exercised or injected away.

“The cameras lie, you know,” Jeonghan sighs, taking his fruit cup and depositing it on Seungkwan’s tray. “It’s all a distortion.”

Seungkwan doesn’t seem convinced, but he eats the fruit.

When the flight attendant comes by, Jeonghan smiles as he hands her his tray, still heavy with soggy rice and uneaten chicken. The flight attendant blushes, and ducks away.

Jeonghan leans back. His empty body feels light, free.

—

An idol is nothing more than a hollow figure of gold or silver, or perhaps a rough image hewn from stone.

Jeonghan steps onto his pedestal and smiles for the camera. The set lights blind his vision. The shadows carve his body into shards.

—

“You look so good with long hair,” Seungcheol says into a hot microphone, twirling a strand of Jeonghan’s hair between his fingers.

Jeonghan pinches a clump between his pointer finger and thumb. When they write articles about him in the future, if they do at all, it will be about one of two things: he was maniacal on Going Seventeen, and he looked so pretty when they debuted.

He twists around to look at Seungcheol. “Grow your hair out with me,” he teases. “We’ll match.”

Seungcheol laughs. So Jeonghan laughs, too.

The camera crew moves away. Jeonghan deflates, and pushes Seungcheol’s hand away.

—

The truth is, no idol is ever good enough. If they were, what would be the point? The idol exists for the pursuit of perfection, but it always remains just out of reach.

—

On a team, every person must contribute something to the whole. Jihoon contributes songs, Soonyoung contributes choreography, and Jeonghan contributes nice cheekbones. The funny thing is, he doesn’t even have a corner on that.

His whole career, he supposes, has been defined by what he’s not. Jeonghan is not Vernon, charismatic and impressive, effortlessly handsome. He is not Mingyu, tall and earnest and ridiculous and statuesque. He is not Jun, lithe and ethereal, matching talent with a flat six-pack. He is not Joshua, with big doe eyes and a placid smile mean for music videos, once skinny but now muscular, carrying the weight of the team with ease. He is not, and he is not, and he is not, on and on down the line.

But then—what he is?

—

YOON JEONGHAN YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING
YOON JEONGHAN YOU ARE AN ANGEL
YOON JEONGHAN YOU SAVED ME
YOON JEONGHAN YOU—

Jeonghan forms a heart with his hands and points at a fan holding up a sign with his name on it, even though in the undulating crowd it is too blurry for him to see clearly.

A camera catches his movement. He turns, looks into its glass eye, and winks.

The screams of the crowd rattle his bones.

—

The truth is, you will never live up to the image of yourself.

Jeonghan surveys each photo of himself published in a magazine feature until he no longer remembers what he looks like in the mirror.

Ship/Member: any! (if u wanna Get me then seokgyu or junhan but i think any ship would work)
Major Tags: perhaps unhealthy relationships if you want to take it that route
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I wanna go so what'd you say
When you gonna let me know
If you give a damn about me
'Cause you got my hands tied
In my defense I always fall for confidence
And your compliments look good on me

- ODESZA, "Say My Name"

Ship/Member: Seungkwan/Wonwoo
Major Tags: Assassins/hitmen
Additional Tags: Lots of talk of blood and bullet wounds and murder; ambiguous character death
Permission to remix: Yes

this kind of got away from me and veered off-prompt, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless ♥

Well, first things first:

“You couldn’t have shot me in the shoulder? The foot?” When there’s no reply Seungkwan scoffs and continues tearing the bedsheet into thin strips. It’s a cheap motel and the sheets are - were - too, but he’s pretty sure they’ll be enough to keep him from bleeding out in the next hour. And even if they aren’t, it’s not like he’ll be around to regret it.

“Here, hold this.” He starts wrapping the makeshift bandage around his forearm. “It’s pretty rude not to make it a headshot, you know,” he lectures, only wincing a little as the bedsheet is immediately soaked through with blood. “Now it’ll take me hours to bleed out, and it’ll hurt. That’s inconsiderate, okay?”

“You shouldn’t make your own tourniquet. It could give you severe nerve damage,” Wonwoo says - the first words he offered Seungkwan in five years. He probably thinks the gunshot said enough.

“I took a first aid class, jerk. And, hey!” He stops wrapping long enough to slap Wonwoo’s knee with his uninjured arm. “The shooter isn’t allowed to give the shoot-ee advice! You lose all of your credibility when you, you know! Shoot!”

Wonwoo doesn’t have a response to that one, which, typical. He gets Seungkwan a glass of water, though, and makes him drink the whole thing. After that he does a pretty good job of holding bedsheets steady, though, and even secures it himself once the bleeding has slowed enough. Up close he smells like sweat and metal and nothing. His hands are steady even when slippery with blood; he’s probably uncomfortable any other way.

After, Seungkwan makes Wonwoo sit on the other bed on the side furthest from Seungkwan, as if a few centimeters will save him. The gun is still where he dropped it, right after. It would be useless to go after it - knowing Wonwoo, there are at least two others somewhere on his person, and he could very easily kill Seungkwan with the pillowcase, that lamp, the hotel-supplied shampoo…

Probably a good idea to stop thinking along those lines.

“So,” he says instead, “you’re still trying to kill me?” Keep it light, conversational.

Wonwoo’s face does that thing it always does when he’s in (emotional) pain, which is get even more handsome. He’s so good at brooding, it’s infuriating; no assassin should be able to make moral conflict that pretty. (Seungkwan yelled that at him the first or second time Wonwoo tried to kill him, back in… Granada? Seville? Somewhere Andalusian; Wonwoo just looked confused, which was, predictably, gorgeous as well.)

“You changed your code name.” Wonwoo spreads his hands as if offering penance, but, unfortunately for him, they remain empty. “When I got the contract, it said- So I didn’t know.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes. There are black spots near the edges of his vision, but that doesn’t mean anything, probably. “I’ve been Ghost since 2020. A good hitman would keep abreast of his industry peers.”

At the noise Wonwoo lets out, Seungkwan double-checks to make sure he himself wasn’t shot. “I’m not. Anymore.”

“Good?”

“A- that, I’m not that anymore.”

Seungkwan doesn’t have enough energy to give that the response it deserves, so he simply gestures - arm, gun, blood on the carpet, soaking through the weave. Wonwoo lets out another groan.

“It wasn’t like that. I’m out of the game. I’ve been out since…” He pauses, lets Seungkwan fill in the blank with the words neither of them would ever, ever say out loud to the other: since Riga. “I was back in Seoul, keeping my head down. I had a job, Seungkwan-ah, part-time and the pay was bad, but I never had to hurt anyone. I was… happy. I think.”

Seungkwan’s throat is dry. He can feel all of the blood in his body, and all of the blood that’s coming out of it. He has to swallow twice before he can find his voice. “But you shot me.”

Wonwoo’s running his hands through his hair, which has grown out to brush the nape of his neck, and would probably feel soft beneath Seungkwan’s fingers, like baby bird feathers. “By the time they found me, there were things I didn’t want to lose. Things they could use as…”

“Leverage.” Seungkwan is almost sympathetic, except that any sympathy he’d ever had for Jeon Wonwoo died on a cold Latvian beach. “What’s her name, Wonwoo-sshi? I hope you hide her better this time. If she’s still alive.”

Wonwoo doesn’t rise to the bait. He never did. “One file. One name. After that I would be done. All of my debts would be paid. But. Seungkwan. You have to listen.” His Professor Jeon voice, self-serious to a fault, they all always used to make fun of him when he got like this except Seungkwan didn’t hate it as much as he pretended to (and, unfortunately, Wonwoo knew that.) “I didn’t know it was you. I never wanted to hurt you again.”

His tongue feels thick and heavy. His body feels thick and heavy. His blood feels… “You… Bullshit…” he chokes out.

Wonwoo has crossed the distance between the beds in one fluid motion, has gotten on his knees in the gap in between, is looking up at Seungkwan imploringly, big serious eyes, beautiful sad mouth. His hand on Seungkwan’s ankle, grasping or caressing, to hurt or to soothe, Seungkwan has never been able to tell.

Go away, Seungkwan wants to say, you’re not allowed to touch me anymore; but his mouth isn’t working. His throat isn’t working. He licks his lips, and finally he tastes the sleeping powder.

“I’m sorry, Seungkwan-ah,” Wonwoo says softly, "I swear I am." And the worst part is, he really must be. He looks so handsome saying it.

- No, actually, this is the worst part: the last thing Seungkwan says before he loses consciousness, maybe the last thing he’ll ever say in this lifetime - not a yell of triumph, not a scream of revenge. When it comes to this, Seungkwan’s never been so lucky. When it comes to Wonwoo, he’s always been a fool.

“Wonwoo,” Seungkwan whispers, and then it all floats away.

Ship/Member: gyuhao
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: implied/referenced sex, fwb, college au, freeform
Permission to remix: Yes

***

Minghao should leave.

He shouldn’t stay. Shouldn’t– can’t. He can’t stay. But maybe he can just… he can pretend for a little bit what it would be like, if he stayed. Would he be confused, annoyed, would he try and politely tell Minghao to go, or would he pretend to be fine with it?

In his head, there’s even a version where Mingyu is happy that Minghao’s still there when he wakes up.

Mingyu is warm, and the arm he’s got around Minghao’s shoulder is firm but soft. He’s snoring softly too, not loud enough for it to bother Minghao, but loud enough that he’ll tease Mingyu about it later anyway, just to get a rise out of him.

He can do that, but he can’t stay. He never stays. That’s not what they do, he and Mingyu. At least, it’s not what Minghao does– he hasn’t really asked Mingyu what he wants. He seems fine with this, fucking Minghao and watching the sun rise by himself afterwards.

Minghao doesn’t want to ask either, because it means that maybe they’ll have to stop, and that– no, Minghao doesn’t want to think about that.

He slips out of Mingyu’s grasp and starts looking for his clothes on the floor, tip-toeing around Mingyu’s dorm room like a thief. And maybe Minghao is a thief– it certainly feels like it, when he has to sneak out of Mingyu’s dorm and avoid being seen by his roommate, and he has to avoid waking up Jun when he gets back to his own dorm.

Not that Jun would care much what he’d been up to, but he’d be curious– he’d ask, and Minghao would have to tell the truth, because he never really could lie to Jun, for some reason.

And that means he’d have to talk about Mingyu, and what they are, and what they aren’t, and he’d have to try and define it in a way that makes sense, and give names to feelings that float around his chest unnamed.

He’d rather not have to go through that. So he leaves early, and he sneaks around, and he’ll let Mingyu fuck him again next weekend.

Minghao doesn’t know how to stay, but he doesn’t know how to stop either.

He’s not sure what he’d do without this, without Mingyu who always touches him so gingerly, like Minghao is something precious and something worth being gentle with. He doesn’t know what he’d do without Mingyu, who always fucks Minghao like he loves him. It's addicting, being wanted like that. He's never sure if it's real or not, though. And he's scared to ask.

Minghao is scared of a lot of things, it seems. Being loved, and not being loved, among other things.

YOU RUINED MY LIFE I LOVED IT

"The truth is, you will never live up to the image of yourself." good god, op. this rocked my world. it's exactly the kind of story i was hoping for with this prompt and i am !!!!!!! having a lot of feelings!!!!

Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Joshua
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: post-disbandement, breakup, ambiguous ending
Permission to remix: please ask!

***

In the end, Joshua moves back to the States. Vernon has an apartment in lower Manhattan and room for one more, and though Joshua needs distance, he can’t bring himself to cut ties completely with the last decade and change of his life. New York, and Vernon, will do.

“I need seasons,” he tells his mom, “after so long living in Seoul.”

He doesn’t tell her that being in LA reminds him of things better left buried. That home is a place and a person at the same time, and it keeps chasing him across continents.

A memory and a ghost, both named Yoon Jeonghan.

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Ahh thank you! 😭💕 I really wanted to convey that while Seungcheol is hurting, there are layers on Jeonghan’s side as well. And like… you know very well how much I am compelled by Jeonghan’s emotional walls vs Seungcheol’s lack of boundaries! Thanks so much for liking this and commenting ❤️❤️❤️

SAPPHY thank you!! I’m so grateful you liked this and thank you for the analysis, tbh I didn’t even realize the gravitational symbolism until I read your comment lmao but then I was like OH DUH THE SUN IMAGERY like I’m really glad that lines up by accident lol. You are the best!

Ahh I’m so glad you liked it!! Thanks so much for commenting!! I loved the prompt and it made me think of ATLA and then I went and made no one a waterbender lolol

wow ;_____; the... this world is absolutely beautiful let me preface with this.... im like. astounded in a certain way which i cant like *waves hands around* perceive????

god. the body never forgets the soul of the lover—even in death. never forgets the conscious part of the physical brain which loved a person. junhui trying to prompt wonwoo into remembering is such a junhui thing

(“Our life, you mean?”) this solidified the awareness of like "they had a life together" really.. TT i loved the way you wrapped that up so seamlessly really

++ the way you described junhui's impact on ww with things like the warmth of his shoulder the flowers in full bloom was so. comforting. and beautiful. thank you for this piece <3

Ahh thank you ally!!! I’m so glad you like the Mingyu characterization 😭 and pulling it back to mingyu referring to the soldier who killed his mom as a demon ah I’m so glad this reference was clear! So grateful for your kind words!!

Thank you so much!!

Oh thank you so much! I love looking at them through each other’s eyes!

AAGGHHHH RUCHI THIS IS SO GOOD!!! I’m gonna leave a more detailed comment on ao3 but thank you for filling my prompt and doing such an amazing job with it!!

Ahh I’m so glad you liked it. I really wanted to do justice to your prompt and sort of come at these kind of issues sideways because I feel like it can be difficult to write about them too directly. Thanks so much for commenting!!

this is sooo??? slams table!

no assassin should be able to make moral conflict that pretty.

&

Go away, Seungkwan wants to say, you’re not allowed to touch me anymore;

Anymore!!

&

When it comes to Wonwoo, he’s always been a fool.

going insannee. so much history in this one piece i will be thinking about this for a long time.

what even happened in Granada? Seville? Andalusian.

most importantly in RIGA!! AT THE LATVIAN BEACH!

love love this. not my prompt but thank you for writing this <3

oh my god this is so vulnerable and beautiful. "you paint him like you love him" and "i'm afraid of what it would look like. of what i could see." wowowowwww

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: hhu line own a tattoo shop, vocu own a florist shop across the street, the inherent intimacies of tattooing your art onto someone you just met, inspired by black eye vernon
Permission to remix: yes!
wc: 2.5k
a/n: hehe enjoy mishi!! <333 i couldn't not not do this...

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Round 1 2023: Quotes

Re: [FILL] let it be me

Re: [FILL] let it be me

Re: [FILL] your missed option

I'll keep loving you til there's nothing left of me

[FILL] worm.

i did it all for love

[FILL] hollow

pretty words at my expense

Re: a soul that could easily kill

[FILL] among other things

Re: [FILL] among other things

Re: [FILL] hollow

[FILL]: sorry for not making you my centerfold

Re: [FILL] the two of us are just young gods

Re: [FILL] the two of us are just young gods

Re: [FILL] burn it down

Re: [FILL]

Re: [FILL] burn it down

Re: [FILL] burn it down

Re: [FILL] tell me the truth about love

Re: [FILL]: sorry for not making you my centerfold

Re: [FILL] hollow

Re: a soul that could easily kill

Re: [FILL] - eye of the beholder

[FILL] sunshine on me