Ship/Member: boochan Major Tags: mild violence? (sports related) Additional Tags: looking at someone and wishing you were them, self criticism, general idol life struggles, a p negative view of the self and uh, the group dynamic Permission to remix: Yes
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Seungkwan looks at Chan and thinks, “I could never do that.”
He thinks it unkindly, images of his own round cheeks and the soft parts of his body flashing through his mind. He thinks of how high strung he is, how worked up he gets, how if he were the maknae and any of the hyungs treated him like they treat Chan, he would’ve quit a long time ago.
Of course, Chan is too dog-headed and stubborn to quit, so he shoulders the teasing, the roughhousing, the harsh words, and the pranks. He takes it when they kill him on purpose for a video game because Carats will laugh. He lets them push him down on a trampoline or make fun of him when he’s skydiving because it’s good content and the hyungs do care, in their own way.
And frankly, Chan is talented enough to know they would be found lacking without him. He accepts his place because he’s earned it. If he left, they’d beg him to come back.
Still. Stand up for yourself! Seungkwan wants to scream. Don’t let them treat you this way! Don’t let me treat you this way!
He never says this, of course, and he doubts Chan would listen if he did.
*
They’re filming an episode of GOSE, a game that apparently is ripped straight from a season of Kingdom: Legendary War. They’re in lines, Chan is at the end of one and Seungkwan is at the beginning of the other. Seungkwan has to pop Chan’s balloon and everyone has to stay connected.
“I don’t think I’m the best person for this. Can’t I sit out?” Seungkwan whines, mostly for the cameras.
“Ah, you’ll be fine,” Hansol says, and slaps Seungkwan's shoulder. He’s the one sitting out because he figured out some puzzle the fastest. Traitor.
The whistle blows and they go. It’s weird to run with five people behind you, and it’s even weirder to go for the tail of the other team. They end up in a strange sort of spiral, a circle, like that snake that eats its own tail. Mingyu is behind Seungkwan, holding too tightly into his jersey.
“I can’t get him!” he yells, but it’s lost to the din of twelve other members.
Chan gets close and Seungkwan reaches, pulling against Mingyu’s hold on him. His hands brush the balloon and he tugs forward again, except his jersey gives and Mingyu lets go and Seungkwan ends up in a painful heap on top of Chan.
The balloon popped, at least.
They’re both dirty, and Seungkwan knows he landed hard on top of him. Chan must be hurting. He never shows it, though. Maybe that’s what keeps them all coming back to torment him. They just want him to break.
The whistle blows. “Foul! Line disconnected! No point!”
Seungkwan could be nice. He could get up and beg for Chan’s apology and brush him off and offer him some water. He could baby him a little, like he’d want to be babied.
Chan doesn’t want that, though. Neither does Seungkwan.
“Ah! Yah! Watch where you’re going!” He shouts instead and stands. He picks Chan up from the ground under the guise of shoving him again. Chan whines back, rubs his arm, but takes it.
Seungkwan shoulder checks him on his way past, just because he can.
[FILL] like a stone
Major Tags: mild violence? (sports related)
Additional Tags: looking at someone and wishing you were them, self criticism, general idol life struggles, a p negative view of the self and uh, the group dynamic
Permission to remix: Yes
***
Seungkwan looks at Chan and thinks, “I could never do that.”
He thinks it unkindly, images of his own round cheeks and the soft parts of his body flashing through his mind. He thinks of how high strung he is, how worked up he gets, how if he were the maknae and any of the hyungs treated him like they treat Chan, he would’ve quit a long time ago.
Of course, Chan is too dog-headed and stubborn to quit, so he shoulders the teasing, the roughhousing, the harsh words, and the pranks. He takes it when they kill him on purpose for a video game because Carats will laugh. He lets them push him down on a trampoline or make fun of him when he’s skydiving because it’s good content and the hyungs do care, in their own way.
And frankly, Chan is talented enough to know they would be found lacking without him. He accepts his place because he’s earned it. If he left, they’d beg him to come back.
Still. Stand up for yourself! Seungkwan wants to scream. Don’t let them treat you this way! Don’t let me treat you this way!
He never says this, of course, and he doubts Chan would listen if he did.
*
They’re filming an episode of GOSE, a game that apparently is ripped straight from a season of Kingdom: Legendary War. They’re in lines, Chan is at the end of one and Seungkwan is at the beginning of the other. Seungkwan has to pop Chan’s balloon and everyone has to stay connected.
“I don’t think I’m the best person for this. Can’t I sit out?” Seungkwan whines, mostly for the cameras.
“Ah, you’ll be fine,” Hansol says, and slaps Seungkwan's shoulder. He’s the one sitting out because he figured out some puzzle the fastest. Traitor.
The whistle blows and they go. It’s weird to run with five people behind you, and it’s even weirder to go for the tail of the other team. They end up in a strange sort of spiral, a circle, like that snake that eats its own tail. Mingyu is behind Seungkwan, holding too tightly into his jersey.
“I can’t get him!” he yells, but it’s lost to the din of twelve other members.
Chan gets close and Seungkwan reaches, pulling against Mingyu’s hold on him. His hands brush the balloon and he tugs forward again, except his jersey gives and Mingyu lets go and Seungkwan ends up in a painful heap on top of Chan.
The balloon popped, at least.
They’re both dirty, and Seungkwan knows he landed hard on top of him. Chan must be hurting. He never shows it, though. Maybe that’s what keeps them all coming back to torment him. They just want him to break.
The whistle blows. “Foul! Line disconnected! No point!”
Seungkwan could be nice. He could get up and beg for Chan’s apology and brush him off and offer him some water. He could baby him a little, like he’d want to be babied.
Chan doesn’t want that, though. Neither does Seungkwan.
“Ah! Yah! Watch where you’re going!” He shouts instead and stands. He picks Chan up from the ground under the guise of shoving him again. Chan whines back, rubs his arm, but takes it.
Seungkwan shoulder checks him on his way past, just because he can.