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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.
Examples
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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pining, yearning, longing, wishing
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Language barriers and unfulfilled love if you'd like!
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
[Fill] : Your body can stand almost anything it's your mind that you have to convince
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Stroke (I didn't mean to it just happened, i'm so sorry), idolsona so strong that it overrides the i'm not well instinct, potential depression, possible end of career
Permission to remix: Please ask
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All around the table, glasses hit the wood, a cheer rose up—elation.
Elation. Oh if it could be an emotion that he could feel, but the space where his emotions should be was a numb and blank void. Emotions.
It had become such a habit to suppress the ones that wouldn't do much good that Joshua couldn't exactly remember what they were supposed to feel like. How should love taste when it wasn't something you forced down your throat like bile before an interview or something you sobbed into a pillow case while you put on loud music and pretended you were getting off?
Seokmin insisted that he was just tired, that nothing was wrong, and Joshua wanted to believe him, but if it wasn't his emotion chip malfunctioning then it was his language chip. He hadn't understood the past fifteen minutes of conversation. Technically he knew the words, and the rises and falls of the conversation were familiar, but the meaning wasn't coming through, there was a disconnect.
He knew he should pay more attention, that there was a likelihood that a camera would focus in on him or that someone would ask him a direct question, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.
He looked across the table, Minghao was drinking something fruity, the colour staining his already lipstick stained bottom lip and Joshua inhaled again.
Jeonghan put some pieces of meat and veg onto his plate with a quick look before laughing loudly at something that Chan had said, and Joshua picked up his chopsticks. He couldn't feel for what he should be feeling, but he didn't want to worry Jeonghan, that was just like poking a bear. He'd get Seungkwan on his case and between the two of them he'd be bundled off to a doctor's appointment before he could even form the words 'I'm fine'.
He knew he loved them, knew that there was some sort of strong emotional connection, but he couldn't reach for it. Couldn't register it or anything else apart from 'get up, get dressed, preform, sleep' rinse and repeat, every day.
Nodding and smiling at something that Soonyoung had said loudly in his direction, Joshua took a drink and swallowed his mouthful of meat. He was going to be okay.
Probably.
If he could get a few months sleep.
Maybe when the members went on military leave.
Oh but Jihoon had already written them songs and there were chorographies that Jun and Minghao knew already to go along with them. Joshua felt his smile grow more brittle. There was nothing wrong with him.
He just wanted to sleep.
In a cave.
For potentially a long long time.
Minghao drank more of the fruity alcohol and looked up, meeting his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed in concern, and Joshua couldn't summon the requisite facial muscles to make him relax. Couldn't summon much of anything.
Minghao's lips formed words.
Words that Joshua knew but not words that he understood.
He tried for a reassuring smile but the furrow between Minghao's eyes only deepened and Jeonghan's arm wound itself around his waist, murmuring something into his ear.
Joshua blinked.
Jeonghan kept murmuring, the cadence shifting higher and lower and higher and then— "Joshua? Look at me."
Joshua turned his head slowly, and Jeonghan searched his face, murmuring something else but Joshua couldn't make sense of it. He should know what he was saying. He knew he should.
Jeonghan's cadence shifted again, "–Can you hear me?"
Joshua blinked and nodded. He thought he might be worrying Jeonghan. He didn't want to worry Jeonghan. He tried to smile, to reassure, but Jeonghan's eyes widened, and he stood, pulling Joshua up with him and steering him out of the room.
What about the filming?
They'd been filming, hadn't they?
Hadn't they?
There was a nurse, or a doctor, talking at him and shining a light into his eyes, pulling back to write something down on a chart before kneeling down and asking him something. Over and over and over in different ways with different voices until—
"Sir? Can you tell me your name?"
Joshua met the nurse's eyes and nodded. He could.
Surely.
They smiled encouragingly and Joshua inhaled, "Joshua Hong."
The nurse winced and wrote something else down.
"Joshua? Can you understand me?"
Joshua nodded.
"Okay. You're having a stroke. But it's going to be alright, we're going to make you feel better. I need you to take a breath—"
But work?
But they had a concert?
They had a concert, didn't they?
Didn't they?
He was sat up in bed, exhausted, tube pulling at his wrist. He hated hospital.
"Hyung?"
Joshua looked up. Minghao was standing in his doorway with grapes.
"Hao?"
Minghao's eyes were watery, "You gave us all a fright."
"I'm sorry?"
"No, no, it's not your fault–" Minghao took a step towards the bed and Joshua nodded to the chair– "You're on leave, have they told you?"
"No. Nobody's told me much of anything."
"You had a stroke. Jeonghan-hyung figured it out and got you to an ambulance before they'd even stopped the cameras."
"When?" Joshua had a black hole in his brain and Minghao swallowed.
"Last week, hyung."
"Oh."
"I'm so sorry—"
"What for, Hao-hao?" Emotion pulled at Joshua's gut, sharp and strong, he reached out, wincing, for Minghao's hand and he gripped tightly, "You didn't do anything."
"I should have—"
"Done nothing. Nobody could have prevented this, hm? Come here, give me a hug."
Minghao hugged him carefully, tears seeping into Joshua's collar and Joshua patted his back, holding tight long past when he should have let go, relief and pain and sadness and love, bright, fluttering love, warring for a place in his chest.
"You mightn't ever be able to preform again, hyung." Minghao whispered and Joshua hummed.
Relief won.
"The Lord doesn't close one door without opening another, Minghao-ya."
And Joshua thought he might know what that door was.
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mmm I don't know what that was? And I have No idea if it filled your prompt? But it was certainly inspired by it, so I think that works.
Re: [Fill] : Your body can stand almost anything it's your mind that you have to convince
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