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hwa ([personal profile] hwarium) wrote in [community profile] 17hols2022-11-27 11:43 am

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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Re: [FILL] not friends

[personal profile] bluemening 2023-01-01 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Just the thought makes Mingyu’s heart twinge, discomfort, and sadness and anger, and everything altogether all at one. The worst part is that Jihoon is right.

“I’ll talk to him,” he mumbles. “After we’re done with the tournament. If he turns me down, I’ll play like shit.”

“We’re your friends, too,” Jihoon squeezes his hand. “You can always come to us, no matter what Soonyoung says.”

“Hey!” Soonyoung interjects. “You make it sound like I hate him.”

“Well, you do,” Mingyu rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t have the energy to start another bantering session.

Quietly, he finishes his milkshake, Jihoon’s words still reverberating through him.

Jihoon is right. Mingyu needs to figure out a way of letting Minghao know, even if it’s just to be rejected.

Maybe like this, he can finally move on with his life.

*


A thick layer of sweat tickles Mingyu’s brows, but he doesn’t dare lift his arm to dry it and take the risk of losing the ball. The other team’s server is known for his quickie hands and fucked up serves that always land where he wants them to.

The match dragged on for far too long until the fifth set, and the opposite team is just one point away from the match point. Mingyu can’t help but feel uneasy knowing that a single mistake will throw them out of the tournament when his hyungs deserve so badly to win.

He barely sees it when the ball passes through him, but Jihoon manages to catch it last second and put it back into the game. Mingyu prepares when Wonwoo touches the ball, jumps exactly where he needs to be and spikes so hard his whole hand hurts.

This is a perfect move, exactly like they rehearsed during the trainings but, somehow, the ball is coming back to their side of the court after barely crossing the net, too fast for any of them to move accordingly and block it.

It echoes terribly in Mingyu’s ears when it hits the floor.

The silence doesn’t last more than a split of a second, the opposing crowd erupting into cheers and screams of pure joy.

The match is over.

They lost.

Mingyu can’t even bare to raise his head and look Jihoon, Wonwoo, and Soonyoung in the eye. He’d promised them they would win their last high school tournament before inevitably moving forward to college, but still.

He knows he should say something, given he soon will be the official team’s captain, but Mingyu just can’t. He barely registers when Wonwoo, then Minghao, then the coach talks to them, the words nothing but a buzz in his head.

His feet carry him away from the court and don’t really stop until he’s facing a cramped room full of volleyball gear.

Without a second thought, Mingyu sits down between some damaged nets and rests his forehead on his knees. He’s never felt so fucking awful.

When Mingyu woke up this morning, he had a three-step plan: first, he’d win them the championship. Second, he’d find a way of being alone with Minghao while everyone else was busy celebrating their victory. Third, he would confess. But everything went to hell still on the first step, and Mingyu can’t force himself to just skip straight to the last part when he’s feeling even more pathetic than normal.

He’s not sure of how much time he spends sitting there, basking in self-pity and sadness until he hears someone calling for his name.

Not someone. Minghao.

Mingyu raises his head, even if he doesn’t have any intention of moving from that spot, and stares at the door he left ajar.

“Oh, there you are,” relief tints Minghao’s voice as soon as he sees him. “Aren’t you coming with us?”

“Coming to where?”

Minghao enters the room as he explains, jumping above the mess to get closer to Mingyu.
“Wonwoo-hyung is taking us to barbecue, I guess, and after they want to go to a noraebang. Are you crying?”

“No.”

“I know you are,” Minghao snaps his tongue. “You were awesome today, stop beating yourself up.”

“Well, we lost.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter that much. You all still played beautifully, I’m sure we’re gonna win the next one,” Minghao sits across him, hugging his knees against his chest. “Everyone is impressed with your game, also.”

“Stop babying me,” Mingyu mutters, harsher than intended.

“I’m not,” Minghao rolls his eyes. “Stop being a sore loser, no one is mad at you. Not our fault if they just were too good, okay?”

“I want to be alone.”

“You’ll have to be alone somewhere else, then, they’re gonna close the gym in twenty minutes. That’s why I was trying to find you.”

“Fine,” Mingyu gets up, legs sore both from the game and from the weird position he was in.

Minghao rolls his eyes again and gets up too but, instead of going to the door, he steps closer and involves Mingyu in his arms. “You’re so annoying.”

“I’m already feeling bad enough, no need to make it worse.”

“Yeah, I know. Look at me.”

Mingyu complies because he can’t say no to Minghao, anyway. He’s not sure of what he expected to find on Minghao’s face, but it certainly isn’t something so… earnest.

“I wish I could do this at a better moment, but I’m kinda tired of waiting for you to do something and maybe this can cheer you up,” Minghao tells him, much to his utter confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re so fucking dense,” Minghao sighs, taking hold of Mingyu’s face with both hands. “You like me, don’t you?”

Panic churns in his guts as soon as his brain is capable of processing what he’s just heard.

“Who told you this?” He croaks weakly. Mingyu wants to slap himself, but he’s completely unable to take this situation and turn it into what it was supposed to be, anyway, unable to even pretend Minghao is wrong.

“Your eyes,” Minghao’s smile falters slightly. “Unless I understood it all wrong. If so, please pretend I never said anything.”

This is his chance.

“You didn’t,” Mingyu says in one go, preparing for the impact. “I… I’ve been wanting to tell you. I’m so in love with you, Hao-yah.”

And, God, the way that smile spreads on Minghao’s face might actually be the death of him.

“Good,” he says quietly, a thumb brushing over Mingyu’s lower lip.

Mingyu needs all of his willpower to stay still, to not run away and hide from him. He guesses now he understands what Seungkwan meant by ‘bedroom eyes’, and he wants to kiss Minghao so badly, but he’s not sure he can do it, now that it’s actually possible to happen.

“Wait,” he says, “this is all you have to say?”

“I think so,” Minghao’s smile grows bigger as he chuckles a little. “I wouldn’t have brought up the subject if I didn’t feel the same way, stupid.”

“Life would be so nicer if you stopped mistreating me,” Mingyu mutters. He doesn’t need to look to know he’s totally shaking.

Minghao lets out a full laughter, this time, eyes still locked with Mingyu’s, and warm hands still on his face. “Well. Can I?”

Mingyu nods without even realizing it.

Minghao’s hand slides behind his neck and pulls him down, finishing the distance between them. As expected, his lips are soft and warm, nothing like Mingyu’s chapped ones, and, oh god, Minghao won’t like him anymore if the kiss feels terrible to him.
Regardless, Mingyu finds out quickly that it’s very hard to concentrate on his thoughts and be kissed by Minghao at the same time. His lips are insistent against Mingyu’s, and he’s so sure he’s having an extracorporeal experience when Minghao licks into his mouth that he doesn’t even try to think about what’s happening right now.

He forgets about the match, about where they are, and, hell, he even forgets what was making him so scared of confessing, in the first place.

Mingyu might not know that much about kissing, but he sure as hell knows it feels good, and like Minghao was being serious about being in love with him, too. He might just start crying again.

He follows Minghao’s lead, struggling to breathe and kiss at the same time, but he’d choose the kiss over oxygen if he needed to make a choice. Minghao doesn’t seem to care about how he clearly doesn’t know what he’s doing, or how hard he clings onto his shoulders. In fact, if Mingyu tries to pay attention, he can feel the phantom of a smile against his own lips.

“You’re cute,” Minghao says after breaking the kiss with a peck, “but we need to get out of here or we’ll be locked in here.”

He laughs when Mingyu says nothing in response, just keeps staring at him, wide-eyed and starstruck at the sight of him.

It takes him a couple more chaste kisses to get Mingyu moving but when he notices their hands are still clasped together as Minghao pulls him to the exit, he goes all wobbly again.

It is with terror Mingyu realizes he’s still dirt, and that he didn’t even gather his things before leaving, but he relaxes with relief when he sees his knapsack hanging off Soonyoung’s shoulders. At least one thing.

“Can we go now or do you need to star another romance movie before allowing us to eat?” Seungkwan yawns.

Mingyu kicks his shin, face growing tomato red as Minghao just giggles as he always does.

Minghao holds his hand tighter and kisses his knuckles briefly before turning to their hyungs to figure out where they’re going to eat.

Truth be told, Mingyu doesn’t want to eat or hang out with anyone else but Minghao. He wants to kiss him again, hold him close and ask what they are. He wants to do all the things he missed out on in the past years, but in the end, Soonyoung was right.

He doesn’t want to be friends with Minghao, and he hopes so bad he doesn’t want to be friends, too.