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"the poem begins not where the knife enters, but where the blade twists"
"beauty is terror"
"you'll just have to taste me, when he's kissing you"
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 a hit tweet.
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[FILL] REM
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Canon Divergence
Permission to remix: Yes
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ââkwan-ah, hey, wake up.â
Seungkwan groans, reluctant to leave his dream behind. Itâs one heâs been having frequently lately, half-memory and half-fantasy: heâs at the filming site from the Hybe Game Catererâs special, surrounded by verdant grass and white pop-up tents, but thereâs no one else there except for Seungkwan and Soobin. Music is playing in the distance, and Soobin is smiling at him.
Come on, hyung, Soobin says. Donât you want to dance with me?
A hand jostles his shoulder, finally pushing Seungkwan from dream into reality. He blinks open eyes heavy with sleep and makeup, letting the world slowly come into focus. The first thing he notices is his manager, looming into his field of visionâ the culprit who disturbed Seungkwanâs sleep. The next thing he notices is another blurry shape behind his manager, significantly taller and better dressed.
âItâs okay,â the blur is saying in a familiar voice. âI donât want to disturb him, I can come back later.â
âSoobin-ah?â Seungkwan croaks out. He nearly brings a hand up to rub at his eyes, before catching himself at the last second. His makeup artist is on her break right now, and she would have his head if she came back to all her hard work smudged to hell.
âHi hyung.â The blur inches closer as Seungkwanâs manager moves out of the way. Seungkwan blinks again, and again, until Soobin sharpens into focus. âIâm sorry, I really didnât mean to bother you. I just had a bit of downtime, so I wanted to come say hi.â
âYouâre not bothering me,â Seungkwan says, the end of the words embarrassingly garbled by a yawn. Years of conditioning have him immediately bracing to be clowned by at least one, if not many more, of his group members, but the teasing never comes. Heâs using this waiting room alone today, courtesy of a drama OST that went viral enough for one of the music shows to invite him for a special stage. Minghao and Vernon stopped by earlier in the morning to offer support during the pre-recording, but theyâve since departed for other schedules. At the moment itâs just Seungkwan and the handful of staff who came to helpâ and now Soobin, too.
Soobin, who looks quite literally like something out of Seungkwanâs dreams. His hair is slicked back, and heâs wearing a fitted black suit. Heâs a guest MC for the day, and the theme seems to be something around secret agents. Seungkwan doesnât know, and he doesnât particularly care. All that matters is that Soobin looks good.
Maybe Seungkwan is still half-asleep, lost in a haze of large hands, long legs, and a sheepish smile, because it feels easier than anything to reach out and hook a finger through one of Soobinâs belt loops. Soobin makes a noise of surprise, but goes along easily when Seungkwan pulls him closer to the couch heâd been napping on.
âHyung?â Soobin asks, laughter in his voice.
âHow long do you have until you need to get back?â Seungkwan stares up at Soobin and wonders if heâll dream about this later, too. If this small interaction will become yet another of his recurring dreams.
Soobin glances to the corner, where a large clock hangs next to the TV used for monitoring. âMm, at least ten minutes? Maybe twenty.â
âStay for a bit?â Seungkwan finally lets go of Soobinâs pants and pats the space beside him on the couch. âTell me what youâve been up to lately.â
âYouâre just going to fall asleep again,â Soobin teases, but he sits all the same. The couch is small, and he and Seungkwan end up pressed together from thigh to shoulder. Seungkwan immediately feels himself melting into the comforting warmth.
âI would never!â he tries to protest, but the effect is ruined by another yawn. Soobin snorts out a laugh. âOkay, I might,â Seungkwan acquiesces. âBut I still want to hear about how youâve been.â
Like this, still wrapped in the tail end of his dreams, itâs easy for Seungkwan to rest his head against Soobinâs shoulder; easy to imagine that this isnât just a stolen pocket of time, but rather where theyâre meant to be.
âActually, itâs kinda funny,â Soobin says. âIâve been hoping to have a chance to chatâ I wanted to tell you about these dreams I keep having.â
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