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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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Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: repression, pining
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
[FILL] 無人知曉
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: idolverse, pining
Permission to remix: Yes
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Wonwoo lays on his stomach, the left side of his mouth pressed against the hotel pillow. He watches Jun tap away at a game on his phone, plugged into his charger, the main theme coming through faintly over the speakers. He hadn't stopped playing it all tour, and Wonwoo caught himself humming the melody yesterday morning while brushing his teeth. He'd paused momentarily, spit out the toothpaste frothing at the corners of his mouth, and then continued brushing vigorously in the newfound silence.
Wonwoo purposefully waits until Jun's eyebrows are drawn up in concentration at the screen to ask. "What do you think the fans like about me?" The words come out distorted from the awful position he's in.
"Hmm?" Jun echoes, distracted. "What are you – ah! I lost!" He kicks his feet from where they're tucked under the covers, dislodging the precarious stack of clothes at the edge of his bed that he'd claimed fifteen minutes ago wouldn't fall over.
Wonwoo closes his eyes, suddenly feeling like sleeping. He hears the rustle of Jun extracting himself from his blankets and when he looks, Jun's crouched over his fallen clothes pile, gathering them up in his arms to tuck nicely into one of those shelves next to the TV console. "Are you only asking because you want a compliment?" he teases as he refolds a pair of jeans.
"No," Wonwoo replies, more seriously than warranted. "I –"
At a schedule earlier that week, he'd drawn Jun's name in lots to speak about his good points. "It's okay," Jun'd said with a brilliant grin when Wonwoo looked at him at a loss. His fingers were cold and clammy in Wonwoo's. "I can't think of anything, either." Wonwoo couldn't look him in the eye even as he complimented him with a premeditated insincerity after minutes of thought.
Jun cuts him off there unintentionally. "I mean," he half-laughs, wet hair still sticking together in spikes at the nape of his neck. He rubs the back of it, thinking, and then Wonwoo has to look away. "What's there not to like about you, Wonwoo?"
***
"I think I'm taller than Jun," Wonwoo says to no one in particular in between rehearsals.
"Oh, really?" They're on a water break, and Jun pulls himself up from where he'd been pressing an ice pack against his lower back over his hoodie. There's an almost-black stain where the condensation bled through the forest green cotton. He puffs out his chest as he approaches Wonwoo. "Are you sure about that?" he challenges in a voice that sounds like he's trying to imitate some character. No one ever can guess who though, so it just sounds like Jun. "Should we settle this, once and for all?"
Wonwoo grew up wanting so badly to be tall. He’d never admitted this aloud, and it manifested itself in weird, lingering habits instead. Claiming he was taller than people he thought he had a chance at being taller than just happened to be one of them. Now he stands back-to-back with Jun facing the mirror, and the residual cold from where Jun had held that ice pack seeps through his own t-shirt, damp with drying sweat. Wonwoo clenches his fists by his sides to hold in the shiver.
In truth, the things Wonwoo wanted most desperately he swallowed down so deep that they could not be removed from his person, surgically or otherwise. “It’s Junhui,” announces Mingyu from over by the water cooler. He’s barely interested, which means it has to be objective.
“Are you sure it’s not because of my hair?” Jun asks. He’d filmed something in the morning and had to go to the shop at dawn to get his hair done. It’s been eighteen hours since then, and Wonwoo caught him napping on the sofa in the recording studio with the crown of his head pressed into the armrest in a way that he’s convinced couldn’t be comfortable. He guides Wonwoo by the shoulders anyway, squinting carefully at their reflections.
“I didn’t think you’d try to discount your own victory,” Wonwoo says to the Jun in the mirror. “You sounded like you really wanted to win.”
Jun shrugs. He smiles toothily at the Wonwoo standing next to him, but Wonwoo can’t tell what for. “Only if it’s fair-and-square.”
Without even realizing it, this moment had gone and lodged itself in Wonwoo's throat, to be thought of intimately from then on every time he swallowed. “You can’t help being taller than other people, Jun-ah,” he manages.
***
There's a pool at their hotel in Osaka. It's a moot point because there's a pool in most of the hotels they stay in, and Wonwoo can't swim. He ends up in the shallow end anyway, since it's cold outside and the water's heated and twenty minutes ago, Jun had looked at him over the towel slung over his shoulder at the door of their hotel room and asked while checking the time on his phone if he wanted to go too, Vernon said it's nice?
"Did they ever test you on how long you could hold your breath back in junior high?" Jun asks Wonwoo after being eliminated from a game of pool dodgeball. They'd watched the others in silence for a bit, their distant shouts echoing against the tiles, Jun dipping his head in the water to push back his hair.
Wonwoo snorts. Where his own face was still dry, there were water droplets still caught on Jun's long eyelashes. "What kind of school did you go to?" he jokes dryly.
"Hey!" protests Jun. "You've really never tried it before?"
"I don't like the feeling," Wonwoo starts while lowering himself neck-deep into the water, "when water gets stuck in my ears."
Jun pulls on his own earlobes subconsciously. "Oh," he grins sheepishly.
On the other end, Mingyu wipes out and falls backwards into the water, and there's a deafening eruption of laughter. "Should we try it now?" Wonwoo asks without tearing his gaze away from the rest of them.
"Really?" Jun leans closer to him. The pool water laps against Wonwoo's chest from the movement. "Okay, okay. Ready? Three, two –"
They push their faces below the water. Suddenly the yelling from the other side of the pool is distorted and funneled away, like they've entered another universe parallel to their own.
Jun's got his eyes screwed shut, knees balled to his chest, cheeks full of air like a pufferfish. His hair's long enough now that the ends of it float on the surface around his head like kelp. There's a pool filter to his other side that spits bubbles onto the shoulder farther away from Wonwoo.
Tinted blue and suspended in a rip of gravity, the water suddenly buoys all these swallowed words out from Wonwoo's throat. "I like you," he mouths before he can lose his courage. These admissions float to the surface, inconsequential for now. "I've liked you for a long time."
Jun unfurls himself then, his eyes still closed, before pushing up for air. Wonwoo watches him go with lungs burning. A human heart was anatomically not meant to feel this full to bursting, caged in the thoracic cavity. And then Wonwoo follows suit, and resurfaces.
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the details that you write are so specific it takes me to the moment, to wonwoo's mind. from the feeling of the jun's cold back against Wonwoo, to junhui's hair like kelp and cheeks like a pufferfish -- the drowning out of all sound when they go underwater (and then that last scene!!! trust!! wonwoo! to confess like that!! like an anime protag confessing during the fireworks because they want to let it out but they don't want to be heard!!)
thank you so much for coming by ;____; I am (we are, the universe is) blessed. I enjoyed reading this and the next wonhuis I write will definitely be a little more repressed.
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thank YOU for hosting this ficathon ^___^ i could not resist when all the prompts snipe you a little bit! i look forward to reading your next [repressed] wonhuis!! <3
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HOLY SHIT this was so crisp and brilliant, your Wonwoo is repressed in such a particular way its a knife twisting ahhh i am swimming in the detailing of this entire thing thank you!
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