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The world is full of beautiful words. The tongue has no bones but is strong enough to break a heart. Words start wars and end them, create love and choke it, bring us to laughter and joy and tears. There is no falsehood in words, only in things.
Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. If you have a google spreadsheet of Metric/Marina/Mitski/Macklemore lyrics, now's your time to shine. What does Nobel Laureate Louise Glück have in common with the Future of Kpop Lee Chan? I don't know, but we can find out.
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Junhui + The Archer
"Easy they come, easy they go
I jump from the train, I ride off alone
I never grew up, it's getting so old
Help me hold onto you"
Taylor Swift - The Archer
Verhao; "I loved him from the moment he walked in"
Just thinking about all the verhao soft feelings from the last week of November, especially the killer tweet from @literarykpop with the quote:
"I laughed and said, ‘Life is easy.’ What I meant was, ‘Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again." - Miranda July
95 line - R18
"Houston, we have a problem."
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[FILL] going crazy
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: seventeen as a produce 101 group, airport-induced suffering
Permission to remix: Yes
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“I never thought I’d end up spending tonight here,” Jeonghan says, back to the window glass, listening idly to the announcement over the intercom.
“Neither did I,” Jisoo murmurs. He checks his watch. 11:52pm.
Let’s rewind a few hours.
—
“What do you mean the papers aren’t in order?” Manager Shin asked over the phone. The boys were sitting in a circle on the floor, something around ten meters from check-in. Someone from All Nippon Airways had just told him not all of them have been approved to fly.
“It’s probably about me,” Jisoo said miserably to the others. “I heard him say American.”
“Swing is full of shit,” Seungcheol complained, referring to their incompetent management. “This is not the first time something like this has happened. You’d think they’d have learned by now.”
“I guess they haven’t heard the saying ‘better late than never,’” Jeonghan quipped, “or else they’d just decided it wasn’t worth it to get better at their jobs. Not like it made a dent in their paychecks,” he added, and they all rolled their eyes simultaneously, synchronization ingrained into every part of their lives.
Instead of giving IMI a light final week at work, Swing did what any great employer would do: max out their schedules to squeeze every last penny out. This meant domestic concerts followed by a short international tour; two SEA stops followed by a Tokyo Dome finale. It was almost more surprising they hadn’t made it a full week in Japan, but evidently scheduling was as haphazard as it looked.
“I’m exhausted,” Seungkwan said, leaning on Myungho’s shoulder, eyes drifting shut. “We’re supposed to be home by now.” Myungho patted his head gently.
Seungkwan was right, of course. Scheduling had them on an early flight home to Seoul, with a Gayo Daejejeon performance only half pre-recorded and a live finale to attend. Weather cancellations pushed it to the afternoon, and then the evening. By 7 they’d been told their attendance was cancelled, and secretly all of them breathed a sigh of relief. Still, getting home for the new year was a lot more appealing than spending it in an airport hotel.
“IMI, let’s go, you’ll have to run,” their manager finally said, and they all lifted their backpacks and stood. He coughed. “Er— Jisoo.” They knew it was coming. “The airline staff want to see you first, ask some questions. Said they could get you on the next flight.”
Seungcheol held his hand out in front of Jisoo defensively. “When is that?”
“The next one that isn’t fully booked is 7AM at the latest,” Shin said.
“This is—”
Jisoo grabbed his hand and held it tightly. Seungcheol’s skin was cold, he’s always had blood circulation issues. “Just go. Enjoy some delivery at the dorm. Ring in the new year at peace, for once.”
“I’ll stay,” Jeonghan volunteered. All eyes turned on him. Jisoo’s were neutral, stoic.
“No one but one of the managers has to stay, the rest of you are free to go—”
“Well, I’d like to stay,” Jeonghan countered. “Is there a problem with that?”
—
The questioning was as routine and pointless as all of them expected. Within an hour of the first flight’s takeoff, their staff had gotten seats on a plane scheduled for 12:43AM departure.
“Good enough,” Jeonghan said like he was Jisoo’s agent. It was kind of annoying to hear, like Jisoo wasn’t capable of approving his own life, he had to have someone else come in here where he wasn’t needed to do it for him. They walked to the gate in silence, their manager and a guard trailing from a distance.
Jisoo wasn’t really in the mood to talk anymore, but Jeonghan was apparently totally ignorant of that fact.
“I love how no one has mentioned the fact that today is the last day of our contract,” Jeonghan said, sullenly pulling a small suitcase up the hallway ramp.
“That’s because we still have work tomorrow,” Jisoo said politely.
“I don’t even get how that works,” Jeonghan muttered.
Jisoo didn’t get it either. Regardless they’d be out of the dorms in a few days and everything about this life would be put behind him. Jisoo didn’t want to be an idol anymore.
He turned his face to the windows on either side of the skywalk. Outside, snow fell lightly on the tarmac, melting just as quickly into the lines on the pavement. That was how temporary all of this felt.
—
“I take it that you don’t have great memories of IMI,” Jeonghan says, looking at Jisoo, who is in turn staring into space. It’s pitch black outside, anyway. Boarding for business class is still ten minutes away at least. And it seems a lot nicer to countdown with a crowd of strangers than on a half-empty plane.
“That’s not true,” Jisoo says, “but I’m tired.”
“Neither of us really asked for this, huh?”
Jisoo glances up at Jeonghan from his seat. Jeonghan looks like he can’t wait for the moment he can hack off his long hair without consequences. “I remember when we first met in the hallway,” he says.
Jeonghan smiles. “On the way out from the entrance interview,” he recalls. Jeonghan had told the interviewer point-blank that he wasn’t sure why he was put on this show when he had just started training like last week and wanted to act. Jisoo had a mirroring story; straight off the flight from Los Angeles, learned about the program before he’d even met another trainee from the company. And somehow they’d both end up making it into the final group. “‘You look like fun,’ I’d said, and you told me no, your name was Joshua.”
“The same day you tricked me into thinking seagull meat was on the menu for lunch,” Jisoo says, rolling his eyes.
The laughs Jeonghan is breaking into are almost as large as the ones he’d let out way back then. “It’s been three years already?”
“It’s crazy how much we signed up for,” Jisoo said, sighing into his hand. “It changed everything.”
Over the loudspeaker an airline attendant announces that it’s 11:59, as though every TV in the room hadn’t already started the countdown.
“Think of it this way,” Jeonghan says. “After today we’ll never be contractually obligated to say we love each other again.”
“We may be in other ways obligated,” Jisoo replies, ever the optimist. “Until I can get out of here for good.”
Jeonghan’s eyes flicker. “You’re really going home, for real?” His voice doesn’t tremble, though.
In the past two and a half years if you asked Jisoo about anything, the only thing he could tell you for sure was the inevitability of his return to the United States after his trial stint as an idol. He’d formed some relationships during that time for sure, but that didn’t make it worth it to keep going. The self-sacrifice was really far too much to deal with, and to be frank the money he was projected to make during that period alone was enough to fund vacations through his college years, if he spent with some conscience.
Now is the only moment he’s reconsidered.
“I think so. But hey. Since this is the last time anyone can make me do this,” Jisoo says, taking a deep breath, “why not.” Jisoo pulls him into a hug and whispers quietly, “I love you, Jeonghan.”
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Jeonghan lets go amid the cheers and looking into his eyes, says eagerly, “Happy new year, Joshua.”
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Jeonghan’s eyes flicker. “You’re really going home, for real?” His voice doesn’t tremble, though.
there is such an understated melancholy to this- like the sadness of the ending is muted by contracts and companies and other C words...i really like the idea of a more roungh/friction-ed jihan too! thank you for sharing this!
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