2026 Round: Quotes

[hwarium]

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miss flack said "i still want you back"

[infrequencies]

Ship/Member: Any, but consider: Soonhoon or Verhao
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

#imagine you're so upset with the world and everything in it and yourself #and you become the scene's it-boy with all of your emotions laid out for everyone to see #and everything about you is everyone's business #but it's okay because you have a shining star in your life and he's your polar opposite but he's the second half of your heart #and through it all he's your best friend and your other half and everything you're not and everything you love #and he just so happens to somehow feel the same way about you #you feel like an anchor dragging him down but he doesn't mind. he would never mind #so you chain yourself to this star and instead of dragging him down #he pulls you up
- tags on a tumblr post about Fall Out Boy's "What a Catch, Donnie"

Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria with promise and precision
And mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived
More than an hour
- Saturday, Fall Out Boy

[FILL] promise and precision

[delicatesse]

another year of wren baiting me with fob lyrics... anyway
Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Seungcheol
Additional Tags: canon compliant, enlistment era, overthinking, leaderisms
Permission to remix: Yes

***

Soonyoung's phone call doesn't come as a surprise only because Joshua warned him, which, in itself, was already a forewarning of sorts. They don't keep tabs on each other that way.The emotional management this would require is far too great and they're well past their twenties now, for the most part. Seungcheol expects all of them to pick up their own emotional labor and slack. Joshua telling him, warning him, giving him a heads up — all the options swim in front of Seungcheol and it really doesn't matter to select one — brings a strange veneer to it.

Past nine in the evening, Seungcheol doesn't need to act surprised when Soonyoung calls, nothing but quiet in the background. He must be home. Home home and not Namyangju home, which, actually, the latter might still be more home of the two. Seungcheol never got around to ask. Maybe he should. He hasn't been to Soonyoung's place either, he realizes.

"Coups-hyung, you're free tomorrow, right?"

Seungcheol's mental schedule check is swift. He hums an affirmative response, not trusting himself with actual words until he knows where this is really headed.

"I'm picking you up in like, an hour." Soonyoung says easily, the words traveling through one cell tower to another, into Seungcheol's unprepared ear. "Just pack an overnight bag, it's fine."

Seungcheol doesn't say anything back and he can almost hear Soonyoung's impenetrable resolve falter. "Hyung? Are you here?"

"Yeah, Hoshi-yah, hyung's here."

<>

"Really?" Seungcheol's in disbelief when Soonyoung pulls onto the access ramp for the Yangyang expressway.

"Really." Soonyoung says with all the contentment of a dongsaeng whose intervention is perfectly executed so far. It's probably not an intervention, or at least Soonyoung wouldn't use that word.

"Where are we…" There's a million questions flurrying and crashing in Seungcheol's mind. He feels that's not what's supposed to happen, that's not what Soonyoung would want, but he can't stop it. "Where are we gonna sleep? Do you want me to drive, we can stop at the next highway rest stop and like, switch, Hoshi-yah, this is crazy."

Soonyoung annoyingly keeps his eyes on the road all throughout his anxious ramble. Seungcheol only stops it because he runs out of breath and he desperately wants a reaction, someone else to share the panic. A lifeline. Soonyoung's ability to focus to the extreme always knocks him out at the least opportune times. In the practice room at 4am when everyone needs to go home and the GDA dance break really doesn't need more work. In Soonyoung's Mercedes SUV like he's got three kids to pick up from afterschool activities after this and yeah, he really needs a bumper this high to drive through Seoul. Sure. The cream leather interior really adds to it. Seungcheol might be dreaming. He doesn't think he's ever been in Soonyoung's car before. He doesn't think they've taken a trip together before — no, he's sure of that, but why haven't they? Should he have asked, as the eldest, as S.Coups leader-nim? Why does it always seem like it's others who end up patching him up and caring for him and managing his feelings when it should be the other way around, always and forever.

"You're being too loud. I can't drive like this." Soonyoung's lifeline, stick covered in barbed wire at first and then cloaked in velvet: "I booked us something. Mom of one of the makeup noonas owns it, it'll be fine." Seungcheol doesn't think it'll be fine, doesn't think anything has ever been and will ever be fine. Fine is too generic of a word and really Soonyoung should know better, or maybe it's just the spirit of Jihoon possessing him right now, the many nights when he's thrown literal peanuts at them asking them to please, for the love of god, use a better word than fine or nice, like their entire concert shtick isn't built on a song called Aju Nice. "You can sleep, if you want, I'll wake you up when we get there. We can watch the sunset on the beach, if you want."

If you want, if you want. Seungcheol doesn't know what he wants. Daesangs, first place on the charts, recognition, brand deals, forever. S.Coups wants, so much. Seungcheol wants to enlist and serve his country and come back and do all that. Wanted. It doesn't sit right with him that he gets to keep going like this, but since there's nothing else Seungcheol wants, then, who is he really to interfere.

Seungcheol inhales, louder than he wanted it to be. He risks turning his head towards Soonyoung and there is he, not looking ahead but at him, and Soonyoung's hand's on his thigh next, if Seungcheol wants it to be, and he wants, he wants, he wants, so he lets himself exhale, as loudly and deeply as he can, and he fits his palm on top of Soonyoung's. The promise of another sunrise, of Soonyoung by his side, precise to a fault, always.

choices

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: consider 95z
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

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

Prompt:

Touched bottom again. Decided to liberate myself... We are never trapped unless we choose to be.
— The Diary of Anaïs Nin, by Anaïs Nin

so i remember when we were driving

[seokmin_liker]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: mcd, graphic violence/abuse

Prompt:

Is it a death wish to doze off helpless? Leave myself at the mercy of you?

- Frank Ocean, Deathwish (ASR)

I want to be a passenger
in your car again
and shut my eyes
while you sit at the wheel,

awake and assured
in your own private world,
seeing all the lines
on the road ahead,

down a long stretch
of empty highway
without any other
faces in sight.

I want to be a passenger
in your car again
and put my life back
in your hands.

- Michael Miller, December

[FILL] remember the song called love

[deadwine]

Ship/Member: Seungkwan/Seokmin
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: au, relationship on the rocks
Permission to remix: Please ask

a/n: wrote booseok as if with a gun to my head out of sheer disbelief that no one else did, given everything.

title from seungkwan's dream serenade.
***

"Hyung--ah, I'm sorry. I forgot my pills."

Seokmin has already started reversing out of their parking spot but he stops as soon as Seungkwan pipes up.

Seungkwan mutters another soft 'sorry' and unbuckles his seat belt and rushes off to the elevator.

His feet tap nonstop, all the way up, and when he keys the door open, the incriminating white and blue strip blinks up at him from their dining table.

He grabs it and dashes back to the car in record time.

Seokmin is scrolling through his KaTalk when Seungkwan jumps in hastily, dropping the Halcion on the centre console and almost slamming the door on his hand.

"Yah," Seokmin leans over to buckle him in, knuckles grazing Seungkwan's bare neck, the pale brown pullover across his chest. "We're not running late--there's no need to hurt yourself." He scolds.

Seungkwan just smiles, sensing another sorry isn't going to go down well.

"You didn't tell me you were back on the pills..."

You were never home, Seungkwan swallows again.

Seokmin chances a glance at him as the signal shifts from red to yellow, turning back once it goes to green. "Sleep bugging you again?"

"Yeah..." Seungkwan sighs, unwilling to lie when the packaging is recognisable as ever and Seokmin would know anyway; he always does.

Or maybe he should do it just to see if Seokmin will take him to account.

"Your show with Yeonkyoung-seonsu is in post-production, right? After that, you'll have some time to rest?"

"The company hasn't slated me for anything but Youngji's show is returning next month and she had already asked me to--"

"Assist the PD, right, I forgot about that. So has the switch happened already?"

Seungkwan shakes his head. "Sunbae is retiring this month and then I'm taking over..."

"...which means no break for you...god, you've just been working nonstop lately, haven't you?"

Seungkwan snorts and then outright barks out a laugh; he can't help himself.

Seokmin's eyes shoot to him and then away again.

"What?"

"You're one to speak. Weren't you supposed to take a few months off after working on that project group album?"

"It was just lyrics...Dowoon hyung did most of the production--" Seokmin's right hand comes off the steering wheel to rub at the tiny scab on his jaw. "And you know the guys have been itching to get back on tour ever since that Run To You trend broke out. It just makes sense, timing-wise."

"And what about us, 'timing-wise'?" Seungkwan mutters under his breath.

A loud honk follows them down the street until Seokmin gives way, nothing more than a side-eye spared for the frustration.

"Huh? Did you say something?" He asks, distractedly. "You don't want me to stop for coffee, right? If you're back on your meds, it would be best for you to hold off." Seokmin tacks on before Seungkwan can respond.

"No," Seungkwan clears his throat. "I don't want anything."

It's a quiet morning on the road, or maybe they've just missed the morning traffic by waking up later than planned. Either way, Seokmin is pulling onto the expressway far earlier than Seungkwan had expected.

"Should we stop at Anseong for some sotteok-sotteok?"

"Hyung, let's just get to Daejeon before noona goes into labour." He lies back against the seat, turning to look out the window.

Seokmin instinctively adjusts the headrest behind him without looking away from the road. It pinches Seungkwan's neck when it's too high.

He doesn't ask any more questions and Seungkwan doesn't bother dredging up what has already long since sunk into his belly.

But for a brief moment, he had wanted to--to press the issue, pick a fight, let the bile rise to his tongue if it must.

A fight would probably do them some good.

He would embrace the quick-to-anger, petty, easily-provoked Seokmin of their early twenties in a heartbeat now. His words, no matter how callous, can't maim Seungkwan like they used to.

Nothing can hurt worse than this tepid distance they've settled into, every touch a lukewarm shadow of their affection, where once the mere hint of a smile from Seokmin could render him molten like standing under direct sunlight.

Seungkwan forces his eyes shut, lest they give him away with their moistness--he shoves his neck into the space between the seat and the window, body tilting as far away from Seokmin as physically possible inside the car.

The darkness builds, slowly, then all at once.

*

Seokmin is singing. That's the first thing he registers when he comes to. It's 10cm--no, Soran. One of their noraebang favourites from university, back when they first started stealing away from their friend group to "talk about music", which turned into singing, which turned into singing-and-kissing and then eventually giving it a name, as scary as it was. All that courage only for everyone around them to have already considered their coming together to be a given.

But Seokmin is singing in the car while driving. He hasn't done that in...Seungkwan doesn't remember the last time he did it.

Maybe when they had rented the van to drive down to Busan for Wonwoo's wedding?

"Yah, Boo Seungkwan," A sharp jab lands on his cheek. "Stop pretending to sleep. What could be more important than joining me on the last chorus right now?"

Seungkwan reluctantly lets his eyes flicker open. Seokmin's got his jacket draped over the back of his seat, and his chequered shirt rolled up to expose his forearms, fingers tapping the downbeat against the steering wheel.

It's hot, but even hotter is the face-splitting smile struggling to stay in place as he croons. It's familiar like the tang of his mother's jimchi and warm like every memory of being held in those strong arms--long nights spent waiting for sleep to answer his call, pillows soaked in agonised tears as dawn came but never alone, arms permanently locked around his waist like a tether.

Seokmin's not a patient man when he's bursting with energy, trapped with nowhere to go. The next slap is to his shoulder; Seungkwan should've predicted it. Soran has given way to 10cm and Phonecert deserves better than his silent stupor.

Seungkwan joins in with a harmony with the practised ease of someone who has been singing with Seokmin longer than even his band has. So what if they haven't done this in a while? It's muscle memory, it's riding an old bike, it's breathing, all at once. The only thing harder than singing with Seokmin is not singing with him.

Seokmin shines one of those blinding grins at him for the effort and presses a predictable kiss to his cheek before Seungkwan can admonish him for looking away from the road too long.

10cm gives way to Kim Bumsoo, who gives way to Park Hyoshin, and invariably, they find their way to Buzz, like most men their age. And Seungkwan starts together with Seokmin, travelling past the first two verses, the quiet first chorus and the building second one. But when Seokmin launches into the bridge, fully belting now, "잊으려 하면 할수록 더 아파와....제발 가라고 아주 가라고....," he can only sit still and listen.

Just like their first night at the noraebang, a decade ago.

The sky expands endlessly blue all around them and Seokmin sings and sings and sings.

*

"Seungkwan-ah. Seungkwan." A voice calls to him from far off in the distance, as the world shakes. "Seungkwan-ah, we're here."

There's a hand curled around his shoulder, pressing down hard. Pushing and pulling--oh. The world isn't shaking after all. It's just him.

"Seungkwan. Yeobo." The voice grows louder, too, and his body leans forward, trying to get closer to the source of it.

Awareness slams into him as he jerks out of his seat. The seatbelt and Seokmin's hand prevent him from hitting his head on the dashboard, but it's a close call.

"Uhh?" He looks around. "Oh, sorry. Are we?"

"We're here." Seokmin nods and takes his hand away. He steps out.

Seungkwan stumbles out behind him, rubbing the crust around his eyes.

The sky stays dark no matter how many times he blinks to push away the remnants of sleep.

"Let's hurry inside. Noona's already been admitted and.." He tilts his head back before turning to Seungkwan with a grimace. "It looks like it's going to rain."

YEARNING

[klav]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: consider the physical effects of yearning, longing, pining, hoping, and wishing
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Oh, won’t you come on over?
Stop making a fool out of me
―Valerie, Amy Winehouse

(You said we shouldn’t even begin
Unless we know we’re gonna make it)
You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals
So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
―Discovery Channel, Hayley Williams

[fill] the after-effects of sudden desire

[infrequencies]

Ship/Member: Seokmin/Seungcheol, unrequited mentioned Seokmin/Junhui
Additional Tags: Non-famous AU; awkward conversations with a failed hookup
Permission to remix: Yes | also on ao3

based loosely on a movie I watched a while ago

***

The person on the other end of the table is staring at Seokmin like he's crazy. And he might be crazy, probably, considering that just twenty minutes ago, he'd invited himself up to the man's hotel room and thrown himself at his feet. A complete stranger.

Not Seokmin's greatest moment.

"So you've never...?" the man asks, and he laughs, though the sound isn't cruel so much as its disbelieving. Which is cruel in its own way, but at least he's not laughing. "How old are you?"

"I'm 28," Seokmin replies in a clipped voice. He doesn't like wine much, but he takes a sip from the glass in front of him. "It's not that out of the ordinary."

He doesn't push back against Seokmin's rebuttal, just leans back in his seat. The bench creaks, springs groaning under his weight.

They're at some bistro that looks more like a dive, run by a teenager and an older woman who'd welcomed them in earlier in the evening. Not the kind of place Seokmin would've led them to, but it's late and the other options were listening to Soonyoung and his latest escapade go at it on Seokmin's pullout couch, or watching his office crush flirt with someone else.

Drunkenly clambering into a cab with the first man he'd seen all night shouldn't have been the best of the three, but here he is.

"So do you make it a habit flinging yourself onto people you barely know?"

Seokmin bristles at the question. "You'd be the first."

"Lucky me, then." The man says it more to himself than Seokmin, shrugging off his jacket and draping it beside him. God. The size of him makes all of this significantly more mortifying. Of course, Seokmin had gathered as much when the man had pressed Seokmin into his bed and kissed him, but the bistro is slightly more lit than the man's hotel room. He can see his face here, soft and dimpled like dough, with expressive brows and a prominent pout. Handsome, at the very least—good going, drunk Seokmin.

This is not how he had planned for this evening to go.

"Fuck."

The man startles, and Seokmin realizes that he's said it out loud. "Fuck!" he repeats, burying his face in his hands.

"Fuck," the man agrees, lamely. His weight sinks the table ever-so-slightly, and he reaches out for Seokmin's hands.

"Look, hey," he says, soothing, trying and failing to pry Seokmin's fingers from where they're pressed against where he imagines his sinuses are. "My name is Choi Seungcheol. I'm sorry I tried to steal your cab."

Eventually, Seungcheol gives up on Seokmin and his hands fall away from the table.

"Lee Seokmin," Seokmin says finally, reluctantly, wincing. They've done this completely backwards. What was he thinking earlier? What if Seungcheol was a serial killer? "And you really don't have to do any of this."

"What exactly do you think I'm doing?" Seungcheol asks. There it is again. The disbelief.

Seokmin sighs and checks his messages. There are 3 texts from Soonyoung swearing up and down that the guy he picked up will be out of the apartment by morning and seokseokie he's so hot i can't believe it i know it's huge and yah where did you go off to, none of which he feels like answering right now. He pockets the phone.

"Being nice to me."

"Well, yeah," Seungcheol shrugs.

"Do you buy all of your hookups—" and Seokmin winces at the word. God, he hates that word. "Dinner?"

"Only the ones who start crying."

Seokmin did not cry. "I did not cry," he says indignantly. "I was just overwhelmed."

"Sure." Seungcheol's brows are raised, worry written on his face. "I'm going to assume that was your first time ever trying something like that."

"I don't think that's any of your business, Seungcheol-nim."

Seungcheol tilts his head. "Hyung."

Seokmin pulls a sour face. "Absolutely not."

"You were literally trying to get me naked not even an hour ago," Seungcheol points out. He's such a good sport. It's kind of annoying. "I think we're past formality."

Ugh. Seokmin takes another sip of his wine and stays quiet. Purely out of spite, though Seungcheol seems unbothered by the whole ordeal. He keeps watching Seokmin out of the corner of his eye, like he's waiting for recognition. His name sounds familiar, though whoever he is, Seokmin isn't interested. He could've been, and maybe would've been, if the circumstances were different.

"Didn't you just wanna get it over with?" Seokmin grumbles, flopping back against the bench.

Seungcheol blanches. "Well, I was 17, so..."

"Ah."

"It wasn't memorable."

"See?" Seokmin sets his wine glass down on the table. "If it's not memorable, then why do we put so much of an emphasis on sex in relationships?"

He thinks about Soonyoung, and the number of people he's brought back to Seokmin's apartment. They've only been living together for a little over a month, and Seokmin's been booted out of his own home more times than he'd care to admit. Of course, he could put his foot down, but each time he does, Soonyoung looks at him with pity in his eyes.

"You never put yourself out there, Seokminnie," Soonyoung always says, sounding paternalistic for someone who forgets the door code so often he now has it saved on a widget on his home screen. "One day, you're gonna have to spread your wings. And your legs."

So much of the dating scene feels foreign to him. How do you get from a room full of people to just two? Things like that come easily to people like Soonyoung or—ugh. Maybe he should've gone out with the rest of the office tonight, instead of sad sacking around with a complete stranger.

It's just that he gets around Wen Junhui and feels the way he did once as a teenager. Sitting on the bus and being side by side with a handsome stranger. Feeling him little by little. Arm to arm, thigh to thigh. They'd gone several streets down and it had felt like their breathing had begun to sync. Another few stops, and Seokmin could feel the warmth of his skin through the layers of winter clothing. Unable to look up and experience the moment completely, only to watch him and the back of his head walk away.

"I don't think it's a fair assessment to say that it wasn't important because it wasn't memorable." Seungcheol traces circles in the condensation next to his still-full cup of water. "It was about the physical closeness."

"So that's why my roommate fucks anything that moves?" Seokmin can't mask the bitterness in his voice. "Great."

"Is this about your roommate?"

Seokmin pulls a face. "Don't be gross."

new suns

[klav]

Ship/Member: Any, Seokmin/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: consider beginnings, alternates, or parallels
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

There is nothing new under the sun, but there are new suns.
―Octavia Butler

Then you rose into my life
Like a promised sunrise…
―from “Where We Belong, A Duet,” Maya Angelou

lick it clean

[harbourdreams]

Ship/Member: mingyu/any (i nominate jihoon)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Eating with abandon couldn't be more of a turn-on: it shows that you're comfortable with yourself. […] For a dinner date, I eat light all day to save room, then I go all in: I choose this meal and this order, and I choose you, the person across from me, to share it with. There's a beautiful intimacy in a meal like that. It's about exploration and taste. And kissing after dinner. And maybe there's a little wine and curry on your breath…and that's nice.

— Anthony Bourdain, Cosmopolitan interview, 2013

Re: lick it clean

[hwarium]

Oh Bourdain for 17hols, we are so EATING

to adam, from your ribs

[infrequencies]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: consider: post-breakup, chronic illness, physical disability, the silence in your head when the medication works, the calm or the fury
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

the pain i don’t say out loud, builds a home inside of me.
- olivia gatwood, life of the party

so called ‘intelligent design’, without you i would die
- jensen mcrae, adam’s ribs

But I let my body bleed out, lean into my left side
If your part of me is gone now, do I wanna survive?
- hayley williams, my limb

alive

[delicatesse]

Ship/Member: Any, consider Seungcheol, Wonwoo
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: learning to live (again), healing
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

It is an odd feeling, to sense one's aliveness, for perhaps the very first time, to understand that life up until this point was not being lived, exactly; it was being endured.

— Wellness, by Nathan Hill

handcrafted just for you but you can't you can't

[hwarium]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: self-sabotage, rejecting a requited love, unholy yearning
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

You're too real for me, you should go to something better
I'll give you to someone better
I have friends that'll be on earth for longer
I have friends that won't feel like monsters
Being unwanted and wanting too much
Feeding the idea of you, leaving you starving

- His Hands, Blegh

modern hubris

[hwarium]

Ship/Member: Any, you know who would bang as the hayao miyazaki regret meme (jihoon)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: enemies AND lovers, fwb
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Have you guys had a one night stand with someone you don't like? If feels like you made a horcrux out of your soul. Next morning, you wake up and you're like 'I'm weaker... but I'm harder to kill.'

- Sean McDonnell (Stand Up Comedian)

golden waltz on thin ice

[mangolani]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: unresolved sexual tension, your body says yes and your brain says no, having fun playing with fire
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Should be running from it, when I want it, I do
How you gonna make me do this dance again?
We're getting closer but we're trying to be friends
If we start it might never end, so we keep tiptoeing

Hope Tala, “Tiptoeing”

[MIA]
But, I'm frankly feeling nothing

[SEBASTIAN]
Is that so?

[MIA]
Or it could be less than nothing

[SEBASTIAN]
Good to know
So you agree?

[MIA]
That's right

[SEBASTIAN & MIA]
What a waste of a lovely night


La La Land, “A Lovely Night”

(the golden waltz ice dance pattern, if interested)

drenched and begging for ravage

[seokmin_liker]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: slightly toxic dynamics? enemies to lovers?
Do Not Wants: mcd, abuse, non-con

Prompt:

First you shirk and then you lean
closer, longing for sweetness, but better than that,
longing for the crunch of legs between your teeth.

- Fig Cartography, Jane Flett

please please read this whole poem both because it's excellent and because the vibes become clearer

interplanetary subjectivity

[lovespirals]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dystopia
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

He tells me about the bridge and the woods near his childhood home, about the stream that flowed under the bridge, how they used to swim there, and a lot of other things from the place he calls Earth. He’s shown me a stream that runs down in the valley. Obviously I can’t leave the ship, but he’s pointed it out to me from the panorama room. The stream glitters, and it runs like a silvery thought through the landscape. He put his hand on my shoulder. It was warm. A human hand. He said: “You've lots to learn, my boy.” An odd thing to say, seeing as how I was made a man from the start.

- Olga Ravn, The Employees

noticing the patterns

[infrequencies]

Ship/Member: Any, strongly suggesting Minghao or DK
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

The people-pleasing tendency also develops as we try to fit in socially. Put simply: we want people to like us, so we do what will make them like us. We please them, make them feel good, anticipate what will make them feel bad and try to prevent it. Belonging is a fundamental human need and people-pleasing is an evolved mechanism that helps us achieve it. The better you get at people-pleasing, the more you will be appreciated by those who have unmet needs that you can detect that they might not even be aware of in themselves.
- you might disappoint people (and that's okay)

Q. What has changed and what has never changed from debut and now?

JEONGHAN: My personality has become much softer and my way of dealing with life has changed considerably. My role in the group is like a 'lubricating oil.' Is there anything I can do to help the members get along and make things work?
—(source)

all my heroes got tired

[mangolani]

Ship/Member: Any, but consider the minghao of it all
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: duty & sacrifice, i am for him but he is for the world
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

And I got a lot to lose / So I might as well lose it anyway

Tate McRae, “Nostalgia”

“They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason. Swear it."

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[rainiest]

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

Prompt:

MADDY
After I don’t know how long, I felt myself start to leave myself. It was like I was watching myself on TV from across the room. And I was moving further and further away from the screen until the screen was so small that I couldn’t even see myself anymore.
And then I was clawing my way up out of the ground. And then I was at the surface, gasping for air. Rain pouring down on me, thunder and lightning. And I was finally back there.

I Saw the TV Glow (2024)

[rainiest]

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

Prompt:

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.

A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

[FILL] Eating Honey

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Joshua + the spirit of Seungcheol
Major Tags: NSFW, flashback to underage yearning
Additional Tags: university AU, they are girls
Permission to remix: Yes

_{I proofread this and went on anon.}

***

Like everything she did, Jeonghan was lazy but effective. All she did was push the fat of her tongue right up against Jisoo's clit and held it there, close and tight so that the throbbing of Jisoo's flesh fucked itself onto the electric edge that got her toes curling.

Jisoo let herself chase the feeling, knees spreading open, heels digging to the classroom carpet and stomach clenching as she lifted herself ass-up into Jeonghan's mouth. She shuddered when Jeonghan's nose hit something, like a knife slipping into tendon, finding the line where the ocean floor cracked open to steam. Heat like a needle into her spine, orgasm close enough to snatch if she tried hard enough. One final stretch if she held her breath and let her nerves burn.

If she thought about the pool—


—young, before anyone started shaving or waxing, when Jisoo swam laps before school and looked up from the water to see Seungcheol standing on the diving block, following the droplets up her legs and into the crevice where the seam of her swimsuit ended—


Jisoo rolled her hips once, twice, held the position as the her whole body wound itself around the press of Jeonghan's mouth—


—when Seungcheol was growing too large for her blouse and a button had slipped out, a dark little nook where, if Jisoo sat at just the right angle she could look in and see—


Jeonghan sucked, and Jisoo's eyes squeezed shut as her heart hammered with each second of captive breath, rising within her like a promise, higher and higher, taut and tight and straining and—


—and fading.


She dropped back down, panting. Edge still there, hips jerking in sensitivity, but the cliff face was just too far away for jumping. Maybe if she just tried harder, pushed an ankle into Jeonghan or thought again of—

Her eyes open to the darkness of the classroom, lit only by the small rectangle of glass in the door, a portal to the corridor, the outside world with its oppressive fluorescent lights that painted too truthfully.

She could sense Jeonghan beneath her, a shadow beneath her skirt.

The motion-sensor lights turned off ages ago, when Jisoo still had her panties on, when they were still making out in the corner, tongues in throats, hands beneath skirts, nail against nipple. Bitten, so that Jisoo felt the cracked edges drag itself down the fleshy curve into the bones of her ribs.

Anyone looking through the glass would only find their own reflection.

"Sorry," Jisoo swallowed, hand trying to find something of Jeonghan's, something to hold on to, to clutch, as if touch was more direct than words, "You were good, I was close. Um."

"What are you thinking of," Jeonghan rose up like a spectre, mouth glistening in the half-light, eyes smiling as if she always knew Jisoo's secrets. She didn't, but she knew what Jisoo was not. No one was in love here.


Jeonghan had dated Seungcheol. Maybe, maybe not. Jisoo remembers the facebook album of a white party, 2 years ago, start of semester. Jisoo didn't go because she was living at home and didn't want to explain the outfit or argue about curfew, but she remembers seeing them, 220 or so deep into a 300 photo album. Jeonghan in a babydoll dress, Seungcheol in two-piece halter-neck, shoulders, biceps, abs all on show. Both of them tucked into a corner booth, away from the dance floor. Everything about Seungcheol was jubilant, vodka cranberry in one hand and another arm slung around Jeonghan's narrow shoulders. Lipstick smeared but cleaned up again, just the tight ghost of a finger smudge. Jisoo can see where her lip liner ended. Can see Jeonghan's finger clenched inside her thumb.

And there was a dusty patch on Jeonghan's white neckline. Beige. A another patch on her pale neck. Cherry.

There were no other photos of them from that night. Not even in the background. Jisoo looked.


Now, Jeonghan has Jisoo's clit between two of her fingers.

"Just a dirty fantasy," Jisoo smiled, polite and with her eyes. One hand finds Jeonghan's cheek and she makes sure to place her thumb on Jeonghan's lip, "At church, hidden behind the altar where the baptism pool resides."

"Hm?" Jeonghan tilted her head into Jisoo's palm, eyes alive and living, "And then?"

"I think of you naked, tied down when mass starts, forced to look up at the crucifix."

"Jesus, Jisoo that's filthy," Jeonghan drags her fingers down and sink them into Jisoo's cunt, fingers curling to drag out the slick, "And still not enough to get you off?"

"Not sure if I'm into exhibitionism." Shame maybe, if it was Jeonghan who wore that livery. Jisoo shrugs and leans forward, kissing the little point of Jeonghan's chin that caught a glimmer. Sliding her tongue across the difficult jawline, the shadow between her bones where the skin hollows, then down to her silent neck, where Seungcheol once gnawed the skin. Feels the quiver in herself as Jeonghan shudders.

"Ah-h," Jeonghan pants, half a laugh and half a reprimand, "I was almost done with you."

Jisoo's tongue laved over the skin, marked an X, and then clamped her teeth down, "Who said I wanted to be done?"


At Soonyoung's 21st this year, Soonyoung loudly declared that she never kissed a girl and huffed, looking expectantly around the room. Seungkwan and Minghao kissed her forehead, and Seokmin dodged a sloppy wet attack, but Soonyoung remained unsatisfied. Seungcheol had a thoughtful look on her face then, cherry lips pushed together, eyebrows knitted. But she looked up, and caught Jisoo staring.

Seungcheol had sent her a raised eyebrow and the barest quirk of her mouth, but the invitation was thick as honey and smelling just as sweet. Heavy on the tongue even before tasting. Jisoo's mouth went dry. Her stomach swooped into a trapdoor.

How easy it was, to catch Seungcheol then. To take her outside. To ruin.

But Jisoo had looked away, hidden her eyes behind glass and cider and bubble, and turned her back to a girl that could have been everything. That could have seen through Jisoo's demeanour and recognised her for the degenerate, debauched lesbian that she always was.


Jeonghan was watching her too closely, to think of Seungcheol now.

Jisoo takes Jeonghan's pruned fingers and puts it in her mouth. Tastes the salt from herself, the bitterness of raw desire. Thinks about asking, lets go on a date, laughs.

Jeonghan nudged her, "What was that?"

"Want to test something," Jisoo reached forwards to hook her fingers under Jeonghan's panties, dragging them off her legs. Unbearably light in her hands, but weighted.

And then, just because she can, she throws it across the classroom.

A shudder. A click. The lights turn on.

Two girls look at each other in an empty classroom, watching the guilt fade in. In their eyes, a reflection.

[rainiest]

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

Prompt:

“I…” he struggled to answer. “When everything was quiet, I went up to the corridor and the curtain in the living room was open just a crack... I could see outside. I watched, only for a few seconds.” He had not seen the outside world for twenty-two months.

There was no anger or reproach.

It was Papa who spoke.

“How did it look?”

Max lifted his head with great sorrow and great astonishment. “There were stars,” he said. “They burned my eyes.”

Marcus Zusak, The Book Thief

green could be blue

[rainiest]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: Suicide or suicide attempts

Prompt:

I stand on the roof, it’s a great height
I hand you the proof, it’s a steak knife
Green could be blue in the same light
What if we leave on the same night?

I’m Not My Body, It’s Mine - Mallrat

your blood, your bones, your voice, your ghost

[seokmin_liker]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags:
Do Not Wants: mcd, non-con, abuse

Prompt:

NARRATOR: Tenoch excused himself. His girlfriend was waiting for him at the cinema. Julio insisted on paying the bill. They will never see each other again.
JULIO: See you, right?
TENOCH: Sure.

- Y tu mamá también, final scene

So if you meet me at blue diner
I'll take coffee and talk about nothing, baby,
At blue diner I'll take anything you wanna give me, baby

- Old Friend, Mitski

when you know you're seeing each other for the last time and you don't want to admit it. when you know there's so much you could say but it would change everything, so it's better left unsaid, right?

listen, i love you. joy is coming

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: Any, but consider Gyuhao
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I am afraid / I will love you forever / and we will never be / in the same room / again.

- Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “The Fear”

even tomorrow, i can't picture it anymore

[deadwine]

Ship/Member: Jihoon, Minghao, Wonwoo
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: burnout, slump, depression
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I alone deeply fall in blue
A feeling that can never be restored
A moment I can no longer ignore, I'm blue
Fallin' in blue

perfection is static

[mangolani]

Ship/Member: Any, seungkwan or seokmin could be interesting
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Henry said yesterday, “There are flaws in your goodness.” Flaws. What a relief. I may escape through them.

Anaïs Nin, Henry & June

try to hold it together

[rainiest]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: time travel, multiple universes
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Timelines can be tricky. You understand, right? My fault (my fault). You see, if something– if something hasn’t happened to you yet, I might remember it anyway. And if something already happened, sometimes it feels as if it hasn’t. My fault (my fault).

That’s just what happens when you’re standing too close to more than one version (hey) more than one– more than one version of the same moment.

You’re doing great. You’re doing great.

timelines are tricky by X user @/xstinamendez

victor noir

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: Any, but consider: Mingyu
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: sex sells
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

So whеre do I go in the process
Whеn I'm just an apparatus?
I've inspired platinum records
I've earned platinum airline status
And I mined a couple diamonds
From the stories in my head
But I'm reduced to just a body
Here in someone else's bed