Round 1 2023: Quotes

[hwarium]

Status: Closed This round has closed. It remains open for fills, comments and remixes, but prompts are no longer accepted. Seventeen Holidays Round 1: Quotes About "Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time." "How inconvenient to be made of desire." "It's me, hi, I'm the problem its me." 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. 🛑 HOLD UP If this is your first time on 17hols please check out our About Page which contains helpful information and links to pages explaining dreamwidth and HTML. We are a prompting fest where all the action happens in the comment section. Rules Sign up is not required. Fills have a minimum of 400 words for prose, haiku-length for poetry (3 lines), and 400px by 400px for art (memes are also art). Other mediums are fine too! There is no maximum cap. Tag and provide content warnings at your discretion, but a good guide are the Ao3 four (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage) and this list of common CWs (cr: SportsFest). NSFW/Explicit content should be tagged NSFW art should not be visible, please provide a link and a warning. You may crop the artwork and embed a SFW preview. How it works Prompting Click on [Post a New Comment] at the bottom of this post; Change the subject; Copy+Paste the following HTML into your comment and edit the sections. Feel free to add as much detail as you want! Need ideas? Check out our 2021 and 2022 Quote rounds. <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Do Not Wants:</strong> None <strong>Prompt:</strong> <blockquote>[QUOTE GOES HERE] </blockquote> Filling Reply to the original prompt; You must change the subject to [FILL] - this is to help the mods track. Feel free to add a title Copy+Paste the following HTML into your comment, edit the sections, and add your text. You may also upload your fill to the AO3 Collection. <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Permission to remix:</strong> Yes/No/Please ask *** Remixing Post as a reply to the fill you are remixing, using the same HTML as above; Change the subject to [REMIX]. Art/media Upload your work to any platform (twitter, imgur, youtube, soundcloud, google maps, etc.) Using the same HTML code as above, copy the link into your fill or remix. That's it! Optionally, you can embed a picture into your comment. Please use the following code instead. (To explain, the HTML resizes your picture to 400x400px so that it fits on most screens. Users can view the full size if they click on it. You can also add a link to your work on twitter so that others can share it, or to any other website you want) <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Permission to remix:</strong> Yes/No/Please ask *** <img src="INSERT IMAGE URL" width="400px"> <a href="INSERT ANY URL YOU WANT">TEXT THAT DESCRIBES THE LINK</a> Note! On dreamwidth, you can't edit a comment once someone has replied to it. Navigation ABOUT FAQ CHAT BAITS ✧ FILLS ✧ < ROUND 1: QUOTES > ROUND 2: ALTERNATE UNIVERSES 2021 2022

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there's a tunnel under ocean's blvd

[17minutes]

Ship/Member: anyone/joshua
Major Tags: n/a
Additional Tags: n/a
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

When's it gonna be my turn?
Don't forget me
When's it gonna be my turn?
Open me up, tell me you like me
Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself

- did you know that there’s a tunnel under ocean blvd, lana del rey

Re: [FILL] wanna know what you're doing tonight

[thesolemneyed]

i am chewing on your tibia can you feel me this pairing makes me feel [high pitched whining] also im in love with you

[REMIX] so this is love?

[lightreframe]

Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Jihoon/Seokmin
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Post-Enlistment Reunion, um. protein analogies, me a name i call myself but its you, there are many ways to say the same thing (i miss u. i love u. im better with u.), Fluff, i should write them making out passionately tbh
Permission to remix: Yes

i am pushing the Egg even further… or trying to LOL.... i dont have the metaphorical eye for writing effective metaphors but i do have an understanding of protein? which in this case overlap!

TIL my narrative voice fluctuates a lot (alarming)

***

Jihoon spends a borderline obsessive amount of time brushing up on his cooking while waiting for Soonyoung to come home. He flips through his mental catalogue of recipes, many of which Seokmin has taught him, many of which have his emotions melded to it like a gold alloy.

Within it, one thing leaps into Jihoon’s memory, as it always does with his lovers; a constant reminder of the liquid light that they’ve so graciously engulfed him in.

This dish, a humble salmon eggs benedict, is one Soonyoung loves so much that Jihoon had asked Seokmin for a gracious favour: make it for him while I’m away.

On one particularly hard day—after carrying a 40kg deadweight through a twelve kilometre hike—Seokmin had sent a picture of Soonyoung, cheeks stuffed full with love and tenderness. It brought him solace, despite the desire clawing at his heart to wipe away the yolk around the corners of his pink lips, despite the aching of his back and his arms and his body.

Wish you were here, Seokmin says. The heartache grows a little more vivid.

As protein strands in eggs unfurl during heating—his heart relaxes, going limp against the unstoppable force of Seokmin’s warmth. He takes out a slab of salmon—bread in the airfryer in the midst of being toasted to perfection. Soonyoung’s discharge happens at twelve noon today. He prepares the tray of eggs—new, ready to be used for weeks to come.

Hopefully, Soonyoung will be back in time for lunch.

(He is.)

(He calls Jihoon jagiya with the biggest smile on his face when he appears at the door.)

(Of course, he forgets his keys. That's why Jihoon is there—is it not?)

/

It never feels right to watch anime without Seokmin.

He’s the one who asked them three to watch Spy x Family, anyway. Stuck at episode 13, it just never felt correct to continue. Jihoon and Soonyoung try, still, revert to their routine pre-Seokmin; watching animes they watched together with practised ease.

Having experienced a life where Seokmin laughs and cries with them while watching these simple cartoons, however, the lack of it now, leaves a devastatingly empty place where sunshine used to stream in. Intangible sunshine, Jihoon can find anywhere. A certain Lee Seokmin, however, the keeper of gold, is... somewhere unreachable, for now.

Jihoon sends Seokmin a picture of Soonyoung crying to the television, the show on it blurred. (Seokmin's never liked spoilers. Regardless, they'll watch it again, together.) Waiting for u <3 Four more months.

/

Soonyoung forgets Seokmin’s discharge date.

All things considered—choreographing, preparing for the SVT Leaders comeback, variety show appearances, photoshoots, Soonyoung has been tired. Thankfully, Jihoon wakes him up early enough. “Get Guatemalan coffee beans for Seokmin. His discharge time is estimated to be at ten.”

Soonyoung shoots up so quickly it’s almost comical.

“WHAT?!”

[ TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. PLEASE STAND BY. ]

Ah. Jihoon can swear the most important things are always forgotten. Like keys to your own house. Or the way Seokmin cooks his eggs just right—the tenderness of the yolk only determined by heart.

Seokmin is barrelled into immediately (by Soonyoung) the second he steps into the door—hair already grown back to its fluffy state from the last time Jihoon saw him.

His sweater paws pat Soonyoung’s head, their bodies relaxing into each others like putty. Jihoon’s eyes are teary himself—who wouldn’t, when a part of yourself finally comes home?

Melded together. Inseparable by physical methods. This is precious golden too: the yolk of the eggs of Seokmin's sunny side ups, Soonyoung's newly dyed hair, Jihoon's heart, bursting with light.

The warm cup of coffee—made with Guatemalan coffee beans and an ounce of love—is clasped tightly in his hands.

“Yeobo! My sexy man, my beloved,” Soonyoung cries in an endless litany, and Seokmin laughs wetly through his tears, through replies of Jagiya, Young, dear. And this—this is love, isn’t it? The name and the person you so easily call love, the reminder, always?

Jihoon thinks about all the names of Seokmin in his heart. The ones they share; yeobo, sexy man, Kyeomza. Love, darling. My partner. My light. What does it amount to?

Seokmin’s sweet voice calls, hopeful and beautiful and everything in between. “Wooza? Is that coffee made by you or by Hoshi-hyung? Did you finally teach him how to use the coffee machine after he split the coffee powder last time?”

(Soonyoung lets out an indignant noise between a sob and a protest, too endeared to smack Seokmin in the face.)

(That's a lie. Soonyoung smacks him with his lips. Jihoon joins soon after.)

/

Coming together again in the way eggs coagulate to solidify, a tone of finality matching the hardened state it becomes, Jihoon wants this love to remain permanent, lying in a bed perfect for the three of them, in the same way an egg takes the shape of the pan.

A king-sized bed was always meant for three, it seems. The novelty of it will never fade.

///


p.s: i also need to get off my ass and write more so ❤ thank u for the food for the inspiration to tie this up in one nice bundle. really.

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: jeonghan/seungcheol or mingyu/wonwoo or any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

you ask me to cook for you. i promise you a feast. i give you breadcrumbs in its place. you eat them all without complaint.

can't find the original source but saw this in @/evilscrapbook

[FILL] less lonely together

[arundels]

Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Seungkwan; implied Jeonghan/Mingyu
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: canonverse, friends with benefits, unrequited love
Permission to remix: Yes
[going for rarest pair!]

***

Jeonghan is fucking Seungkwan when Mingyu calls.

Seungkwan bites down on a moan, angling his head towards the bedside table. Jeonghan's phone is vibrating on the spot, slowly turning in a small circle. If he cranes his neck, Seungkwan can see the contact name on the screen. Kim Mingyu — full name, no emojis or terms of endearment. It's just like Jeonghan to be the most brusque with the people he cares about the most.

Jeonghan’s hips don't quite still, but his movements do falter, and Seungkwan sees his eyes dart over to the phone. He sees the flicker of surprise light up his gaze, sees the moment of hesitation that tells Seungkwan everything he needs to know.

"Are you — are you gonna pick up?"

Jeonghan looks back at Seungkwan, almost like he's surprised to see him there. Then his face clears, and he pushes Seungkwan's fringe off his forehead, fingers raking against his scalp. Bestows Seungkwan with a beatific smile.

"Mingyu can wait," Jeonghan says, with a wink, "I'm doing something more important."

Seungkwan closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling of his own body, sticky with sweat and electric with desire, and tries to believe that Jeonghan means it.

—

Seungkwan is cleaning himself off in the shower of his hotel room when he hears Jeonghan call Mingyu back. It's not that Jeonghan is trying to keep his voice down, but through the sound of running water and the partially shut bathroom door, Seungkwan can't quite make out his words.

He turns the water off and steps out gingerly, towelling himself off with exquisite care.

"—just because you can't sleep?" Jeonghan is saying. There's that lilt in his voice, the one that he uses when he's trying just a little too hard to be nonchalant. Seungkwan knows it well; he has his own version of that same voice. He runs the towel up and down his soft thighs, the terrycloth material feeling scratchy against his skin.

Jeonghan laughs, creaky and bright. "Okay, okay," he says. "Give me five minutes."

Seungkwan wraps the towel around his hips. He looks at himself in the mirror. Pale and squishy and no muscle definition to speak of whatsoever. He prods at his non-existent pecs.

"Shut up," Jeonghan says, but there's no force to his words at all. Seungkwan can imagine him, grinning his charming, devious, boxy little grin. "Yeah, sure. Meet you in the lobby."

Seungkwan steps out of the bathroom just in time to see Jeonghan hang up the call. He's standing at the foot of the bed, in his sweatpants but with no shirt on, and he looks up when Seungkwan appears. There's something so captivating about the sharp jut of his collarbones and his angular shoulders. Like the glint of a knife's blade.

"You gonna go?" Seungkwan hears it now. The odd lilt of his own voice. He tousles a hand through his damp hair.

Jeonghan turns away, ostensibly searching for his shirt. Seungkwan watches as he slips it on, dangerous edges disappearing beneath the swamp of material. Not gone, just disguised.

"Mingyu wants to go for a walk," he says, shrugging with one shoulder. "You know what he's like."

Seungkwan does know what Mingyu is like. Unfortunately for him, he also knows what Jeonghan is like. Even so, as Jeonghan goes to leave, he can't stop himself from asking—

"Are you going to come back?"

Jeonghan pauses by the door. He half-turns, just enough for Seungkwan to catch his profile in the stark overhead light. "I don't know how long I'll be gone."

Seungkwan turns away, fusses with his toiletries bag of skincare products on the desk. "I'm going to sleep," he says, "so you should probably go back to your own room."

So Jeonghan leaves, and he doesn't come back. That's the way things have always been.

—

Four months ago, in the dorms. Jihoon had gone to visit his family and Soonyoung was having late night filming for his solo comeback. Which left Seungkwan, alone with far too many bottles of soju than could strictly be considered a good idea.

And with Jeonghan, of course. That also turned out not to be a good idea.

By the end of the evening he was handsomely pink-cheeked, and he'd leaned across the sofa without warning, put his face close to Seungkwan's. Not close enough to make his intentions clear, but close enough to raise the question.

"Boo Seungkwan," he'd said, voice slightly raspy from the alcohol, "do you ever get lonely?"

All the time, Seungkwan thought. What is loneliness but the insurmountable chasm between what you have and what you long for?

He didn’t say that. Instead he'd tilted his head towards Jeonghan and asked in return, "Do you?"

Jeonghan had kissed him then, sweet and bitter from the soju, soft chapped lips tasting like the most dangerous kind of mistake. Knobbly fingers digging into the flesh at the back of Seungkwan's neck. Long fringe dancing out a ticklish warning against his cheek.

To this day, Seungkwan tells himself that Jeonghan was the one who made a move on him. Clever, calculating, Yoon Jeonghan, snaring him in his web of glittering charisma. But, the truth is — Seungkwan had let his mouth part in an invitation, and he'd looked at Jeonghan with bright, challenging eyes, and he'd dragged them both to the brink, from which there was nowhere else to go but to fall.

—

"Eleven."

Seungkwan's eyebrows shoot up. He knows that Jeonghan has slept with a fair few people, but that still seems like a lot given their jobs and how little time they have for a personal life.

"Nayoung," he says, counting off the ones he knows about. "Sowon. Jaehyun. Johnny. That's four."

Jeonghan laughs. He's fun like this, vibrant and electrifying. They're in bed together, fluffy white hotel blankets thrown over their bare bodies, legs tangled together. Seungkwan is on his side, propped up on one elbow, looking up at Jeonghan. Always looking up at Jeonghan.

"One of the dancers, back when we'd just debuted," Jeonghan says, continuing the list. "Two of them were fans — don't make that face, I've stopped doing that now. Sana from Twice."

"Sana from Twice?!" Seungkwan sucks in a breath and smacks Jeonghan on the arm. "How did you even manage that?"

Jeonghan shrugs. "Bumped into her backstage at some awards show. Asked if she would help me with my Japanese. One thing led to another."

Seungkwan gasps again. "Is that why your Japanese is so good?"

This, to Seungkwan's shameful delight, draws a surprised giggle from Jeonghan. He reaches over and ruffles Seungkwan's hair, in a way that should be patronising and not sexy at all, and yet it makes heat coil in Seungkwan's gut.

"No, my Japanese is good because I'm naturally talented at everything I do," Jeonghan declares, winking.

Seungkwan shoves Jeonghan's arm away from him. "That's only eight."

Jeonghan becomes more subdued. He trails his fingers along Seungkwan's collarbone. "Seungcheol," he says, and it takes Seungkwan a second to realise he's continuing the list. "Wonwoo. And, you."

Seungkwan stares at Jeonghan. It was a poorly-kept secret in the group, in the early days, that Jeonghan and Seungcheol had feelings for each other. Most of the members were convinced that they had dated for a while, but the two of them never talked about it and it had become an unspoken rule not to ask. Seungkwan wasn't expecting Jeonghan to admit to it so easily.

"You and Coups-hyung—" Seungkwan starts, then trails off. He doesn't know where he's going with the question.

Jeonghan smiles at him. "We loved each other as best we could," he says. "But we were young, and when you throw sex into the mix — it gets messy."

Seungkwan frowns. "And Wonwoo-hyung…"

"That's surprising, right?" Jeonghan's face brightens. Seungkwan can't tell if the shift is genuine or telegraphed for his sake, but Jeonghan brushes Seungkwan's hair off his forehead and it becomes hard to concentrate on anything else. "Wonwoo and I never had any feelings for each other. We had a good thing going for a few months, then broke it off when we got bored. It's better that way. Cleaner."

Seungkwan doesn't know what to say to this. He leans into Jeonghan's touch. Number eleven. He's number eleven in the group, too.

"And now, me."

Jeonghan presses a kiss into his forehead. "And now, you." It feels like love, even though Seungkwan knows that it isn't.

—

If Jeonghan isn't going to come back to his room, then Seungkwan will go over to his instead. Well past midnight, he marches down the corridor, the infinite carpeted loop that links all thirteen of them, and knocks on Jeonghan's door. For a single heart-stopping moment he's afraid that it will be Mingyu who opens it.

But no, just Jeonghan.

He doesn't seem surprised to see Seungkwan, or if he is he doesn't show it. The dark circles beneath his eyes look even darker than when he'd left, and as he steps into the light Seungkwan realises that his eyes are rimmed with red.

"Have you been crying?"

Jeonghan exhales a breath that sounds almost like a sigh, but not quite. He turns and heads back into the room, leaving Seungkwan to trail after him. "Why are you here? I'm too tired for round two."

Seungkwan stands in the middle of the room and watches as Jeonghan crawls into bed and just lays there, looking half-dead and defeated.

"You're in love with him," Seungkwan says. Jeonghan doesn't even flinch. It's only as Seungkwan says it that he realises, it's not a question as much as it is a statement. He doesn't need confirmation from Jeonghan, he just needs Jeonghan to know that he knows. "You're in love with him and that's the only reason you haven't slept with him yet."

Jeonghan closes his eyes and tips his head back against the headboard. "What do you want me to say?"

Seungkwan is angry, but mostly at himself. Jeonghan is here, though, and as good a target for his rage and shame as anything else. He yanks the covers off Jeonghan and bites out, "You can't use other people as a tool to stave off your own loneliness."

Jeonghan's eyes fly open. His gaze is dark, monstrous in a way Seungkwan's never seen it before.

"What exactly is it that you're doing with me, then?"

Seungkwan wishes he knew.

His limbs feel heavy and sluggish. He walks himself over to the other side of the bed, and climbs in next to Jeonghan. Pulls the covers back up to cover both of them. Jeonghan is staring at him the whole time, Seungkwan can feel the heat and confusion of his gaze.

"I'm staying here tonight," Seungkwan declares. He sounds surer than he feels.

Jeonghan is silent and still for a long, frozen, moment. Then he reaches out, one hand to Seungkwan's cheek. His fingers are ice against Seungkwan's skin, and it makes Seungkwan shiver. He bites it down and leans into Jeonghan's touch.

"Yoon Jeonghan," he asks, an echo back to that first night, the night that he wishes he could erase and re-do, except he's not sure he'd do anything differently, "do you ever get lonely?"

Jeonghan smiles at him like he remembers. Like he understands. He drags Seungkwan closer, until their foreheads are touching, until their noses crunch together, until Jeonghan's teeth graze like a vice-trap against Seungkwan's lips, ready to snap shut and draw blood.

When he speaks, his voice is raspy. Hot with desire, and cold with the stark absence of—

Seungkwan's breath hitches.

Jeonghan whispers, "Do you?"

Re: [FILL] warm enough here for you

[chickenfrog]

this is my first read of the the 17hols season and wowwwww what a treat to kick it off with..... i love the teensy glances we get to see of seokao's roommate life and i looove the tension of seokmin's affection with poor minghao's struggle to resist ;;

this whole thing Hurt, but these two lines Got Me in particular:
> Minghao wrestles with it all night. Tames her own desire, chokes it until it can barely breathe and then drags it deep inside of her, even as Seokmin plays with her fingers and pulls her skirt down for her when she stands up, wobbly, to go to the bathroom.
> But Seokmin isn’t flirting, Minghao reminds herself. Seokmin is just friendly. Seokmin is funny. Seokmin is beauti—Seokmin is straight.

thank you for sharing this!

Re: [FILL] Undone

[ninamonday]

Absolutely SICK I love it!

Re: [FILL] warm enough here for you

[ninamonday]

This is so convincing and tender 💕

[FILL] the candle and the fire

[17minutes]

Ship/Member: wonwoo centric but wonwoo/seungcheol
Major Tags: n/a
Additional Tags: non-linear narrative, wonwoo yearns, office au (?)
Permission to remix: please ask
Word count: 667

***

wonwoo thinks of his heart as a candle. something changed when he was seventeen. soonyoung took him under his wings in school and soonyoung was as fiery as it can get. his heart was an open fire in the warmest cabin.

wonwoo’s heart feels like a candle.

quiet, gentle. the candle you light up to guide you in the middle of the night.

”careful,” comes seungcheol’s voice and his hand takes wonwoo’s jacket. pulls him further away from the bike lane and closer to him. he knew he was close to the bike lane, but he sticks closer to seungcheol. because now the invitation for proximity is explicit. wonwoo doesn’t have to be nervous about their shoulders touching.

in this moment, it feels like he’s allowed to be close. to seungcheol. seungcheol who sticks to wonwoo’s mind like glue. wonwoo could read the affection as brotherly. the same way seungcheol finds him in the copy room and tells him to come along for a coffee break. in those moments, wonwoo tells himself that he can do the same for seungcheol. he doesn’t of course. it scares him.

“thank you,” wonwoo says once he’s away from the bike lane and he wonders if seungcheol knows. he doubts he knows – it’s brotherly, it’s affectionate. it’s seungcheol taking him under his wing after he saw wonwoo lost in the copy room. it’s that and a few hang outs. it’s lingering as the only two behind at company dinners with wonwoo trying to subtly touch his cheeks and hope the redness on them isn’t evident to seungcheol.

seungcheol is a fire in the woods. he’s not sure when the metaphor started taking hold of his life. in his mind, seungcheol is a fire in the woods. to keep you warm after a long night. to stick to your mind as a warm memory.

even with their boss sitting next to him, wonwoo only saw seungcheol. it’s no wonder really, that now, on the walk, even with the sunset cascading the sky with yellows and pinks, wonwoo still sees seungcheol. it’s also no wonder wonwoo is eating up everything seungcheol says. when he takes the silence in the moment to bring back memories from his childhood where he would bike around their hometown with his family.

wonwoo doesn’t share as much. later that night he considers that it’s out of fear. of slipping up, of saying something so seungcheol finds out.

“is it that bad that he finds out?” minghao asks over a text one night and wonwoo contemplates. he contemplates long enough that he even forgets to reply.

the reply to minghao comes three days later. where wonwoo swipes the text out from the rest of their conversation and tells him that, yes, it would be that bad.

don’t burn yourself, wonwoo tells himself after he bids seungcheol a good night. they’re standing by the bus stop and seungcheol’s bus arrived before his. when wonwoo’s alone with his thoughts while he watches the bus drive away, he wonders if there will be more. more bravery. because there can’t be more yearning.

wonwoo thought that his feelings would ease soon enough. but it feels like someone lit another candle and told him to hold it until it dies.

now, months later, it hasn’t moved. the light stays on, swaying gently with not a centimeter of height lost. wonwoo’s stuck holding it. he wants to test if it’s real, if he touches the fire – will it burn him? he wants to reach over, swipe his palm over it and see if it does anything.

could he kill the fire himself?

or will he stay still, holding it as it continues to light his day?

nothing’s worked yet. so as the bus becomes smaller and smaller down the road, wonwoo tucks his hands into his jacket and contemplates just how long he will sit next to the fire in the woods and hold his candle.

for a long time, he presumes.

and he sighs.

it’s really you on my mind

[hoshism]

Ship/Member: Any (but if seokmin/soonyoung speaks to you…)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: mcd

Prompt:

My guy pretty like a girl
And he got fight stories to tell
I see both sides like Chanel

— Chanel, Frank Ocean

Re: [FILL] i will have you know – my swan song will not be my last

[arundels]

this is so painful in the best way!!! minghao being kind of horrible and hurting both himself and mingyu in the process is so exquisite and you've executed it so well. and how have you built in so much backstory with so few words HOW!!

“You say that only because you think you have to say it.” god it's minghao to a tee I'm in pain

“All it takes is one yes to make it worthwhile,” CRIES MINGYU. I HOPE HE'S HAPPY NOW EXCEPT HE'S CALLING UP HIS EX TO CHECK IF HE STILL LOVES HIM WHEN HE'S ALREADY ENGAGED SO PROBABLY NOT [lies face down on the floor forever]

thank you for my pain

[chickenfrog]

Ship/Member: any configuration of minghao/seokmin/any or minghao/mingyu/any would be cool, whether it's break up fic or or love triangle fic or potential poly fic or whatever!
Major Tags: n/a
Additional Tags: n/a
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

If you found some other dude
What do I do?
If he loves you truly
How could I not love him too?
If he improves you
More than I used to, hey
I don't want nothing but you
Getting what you need
Even if it ain't from me

'Cause I love you
And what love is
Never selfish
And on purpose

— kamauu, "mango"

[chickenfrog]

Ship/Member: mingyu + minghao or mingyu/minghao
Major Tags: n/a
Additional Tags: idolverse; the gut-sinking feeling of knowing/worrying you're drifting apart
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

Stay, stay the same
'Cause everything else will change
And I'll always be to blame
So please just stay the same

Nobody knows you
The way you know you
But I think I do
Well, I thought I knew
Yeah, I thought I knew

— passion pit, "seaweed song"

(*posts two heavy prompts in a row* ok now let's do a silly one)

[chickenfrog]

Ship/Member: textbook definition of dogboi kim mingyu who is maybe just a bit too overeager/any OR number one self-proclaimed romantic xu minghao who ok maybe is laying it on a bit too thick/any!
Major Tags: n/a
Additional Tags: n/a
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Calling too much, you're breaking my phone
Mad when you do and sad when you don't
Chivalry, ooh, you taking my coat
Too cute, no, this ain't me now
Candlelight, out on a starry night
You brush my hair to the side
And you tell me I'm pretty

Yuck, now you got me blushin'
Cheeks so red when the blood starts rushing
Yuck, that boy's so mushy
Sending me flowers, I'm just tryna get lucky
Yuck, lookin' at me all sucky
Yuck, quit acting like a puppy
Fuck, going all lovey-dovey on me

—charli xcx, "yuck"

Re: [FILL] less lonely together

[replaydebut]

I loved this!! Love how you balanced the complicated emotions both jeonghan and seungkwan are feeling…the things they aren’t telling each other And aren’t telling themselves. I also liked how mingyu was central to the conflict in the fic yet he was always on the periphery…sort of haunting jeonghan and reminding him of what he really wants and won’t go after. Thank you for writing!

[FILL] hotel room

[soupblog]

Ship/Member: jeongcheol
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: cheating, unnamed original female character, jeonghan pov, jeonghan having a the other woman by lana del rey moment
Permission to remix: Yes

***

“Jeonghan,” Seungcheol says. His voice has taken a gritting tone, it scratches and tears at Jeonghan’s ears, trying to dig its way in so that the words will get through to him. But Jeonghan isn’t listening– not really.

“It’s fine,” Jeonghan replies, waving a hand dismissively.

Seungcheol has gotten off the bed by now, but Jeonghan stays there, wrapped in the duvet. He doesn’t know at what point during the night Seungcheol stopped holding him. He doesn’t really want to know, either.

“I’m sorry,” Seungcheol says. Jeonghan wishes he would stop talking. “I didn’t…”

“It was a mistake?” Jeonghan suggests. “You were drunk, you didn’t know what you were doing? There’s plenty of excuses you could use. Just make sure to use one you haven’t used before. And save them for her, won’t you? Don’t tell them to me. I’m the one you fucked, not the one you fucked over.”

“Jeonghan…”

“Stop that,” Jeonghan snaps. “Don’t say my name like that.”

“Like what?”

Jeonghan doesn’t answer. He doesn’t want to say it out loud; it’s embarrassing. Seungcheol doesn’t even know he’s doing it. But sometimes Seungcheol says Jeonghan’s name like he loves him, and Jeonghan knows he doesn’t– Seungcheol likes him, sure. Likes him enough to fuck him in a hotel room at least. But not more than that. So he shouldn’t say Jeonghan’s name like he could love him.

“I’ll pay for the room on the way out,” Seungcheol says at length.

“Make sure to use cash,” Jeonghan says. “Don’t you share a bank account now, after the wedding?”

Seungcheol flinches slightly at the mention– just enough that Jeonghan notices. Then Seungcheol nods, “yes. Yes, we do.”

“How was the reception?”

“It was nice,” Seungcheol says. He looks at Jeonghan imploringly, but Jeonghan says nothing. “How was the… what was it? Your grandma’s 80th birthday? The grandma that died at 76, who for some reason threw a birthday party that you had to go to?”

“Fuck off,” Jeonghan scowls. “What the fuck was I supposed to say, Seungcheol? Yes? Yes, I’d love to watch you marry the girl you’ve been cheating on with me?”

He refrains from adding the part where Seungcheol had sworn he wouldn’t. The part where Jeonghan and Seungcheol are 18 and they’re in love, and they swear they’re going to get married– the part where Seungcheol moves away and moves on, and Jeonghan stays in the same place. The part where Seungcheol comes back and is engaged. The part where he calls Jeonghan and wants to catch up, and they catch up, and Seungcheol fucks Jeonghan in the backseat of his car. He says he’ll break off the engagement, but Jeonghan doesn’t believe him– Seungcheol has promised him a lot of things. He hasn’t kept a single one of them.

“I suppose not,” Seungcheol says.

“What do you want, Seungcheol?” Jeonghan asks. His voice softens a bit seeing the defeated look on Seungcheol’s face, and he hates himself for it, and he hates Seungcheol too.

“When will I see you again?”

Jeonghan laughs, shaking his head. “Whenever you want,” he says. “You know what I am. You know what I’d do. You go out there and make it up to your wife, and I’ll wait for the next time you want me, and we’ll do this all over again.”

Seungcheol looks at him, and Jeonghan looks back– he’d never been quite sure what people meant when they said they’d do anything for someone. He thought it was stupid and grandiose, a child’s idea of what love is like, and what romance is.

There’s nothing romantic about this. Jeonghan is lying on the forest floor like a dead deer, and Seungcheol is the marksman and the carrion birds, the bugs and the bacteria, and when he’s finished with Jeonghan all there will be left is his bones.

twt @/gyuhansoup or @/moonbreezeao3

[svteen]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Only a fool lives in water and remains an enemy of the crocodile.

—Alka Joshi, The Henna Artist

who's the fool (or not a fool)? who's the metaphorical crocodile? i want to know what you think

[svteen]

Ship/Member: Any, but what if it was 95z or 96z
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: reminiscing on the past (?)
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I would have taken you to the Naz Café
if it had not shut down.
I would have taken you to the Naz Café
for the best view and the worst food in town.

—Imtiaz Dharker, Hiraeth, Old Bombay

Re: [FILL] 再一次

[klav]

Oh, this is stunning ;___; what an 8jun concept. Minghao as the steady constant force, the guiding light of Junhui’s life throughout his travel + instability. I love how you’ve characterized them here. Each scene is so tight but we get so much from it. The whiplash of Minghao’s first time kissing him to Junhui visiting Minghao at 80, alone, to hearing his future daughter’s voice for the first time… excuse my language but holy shit LOL there are tears on my face!!!! 8jun have something so fateful/destined in their dynamic that I’ve come to appreciate a lot more recently & you’ve captured that perfectly.There is so much happiness waiting for us <3… thinking too about what they’ve both quoted, how companionship is the longest form of confession. ”Let’s be together for a long time, okay?” What a gorgeous way to exit. Thank you so much for sharing this. I’m going to be thinking about it for a while.

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: wonwoo/junhui.
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: canonverse??
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

there's a theory that says you don't exist until someone calls & you respond
- sam sax, hydrophobia.

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: wonwoo/junhui or any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

“I love you, and I’m conscious of you all the time.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Katherine Mansfield.

Re: [FILL] the poets are right

[klav]

This is soooo good… Wonwoo/Jeonghan/Seungcheol triangulation and feelings on a ski slope, what a concept. ally already pointed it out but THIS LINE: But the thought of his feelings being conflated with Seungcheol's wholehearted, one-sided adoration made him want to throw up. feels like a sucker punch T____T thank you for this!!

Re: [FILL] - eye of the beholder

[klav]

Mingyu loves him so much that he feels devoured by it, half-eaten, legless and crawling on his hands just so he might get a kind word. WOWWWWW what a line! Jeonghan feeling jealous over gyuhao’s artistic soulmateisms… this is sooooo delicious, thank you!

Re: [FILL] across lifetimes

[jwinki]

OMFG saur lovely!!!!!!! 🥺🥰 mister wonwoo and his big heart that is content to love even if he is not always loved back i cryyyyyyyy thank you!!!!!!

[firmamentss]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: grief
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

What I'd loved in him most was my own aliveness, his ability to give me back to myself

- Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair