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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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FILL: here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: canon compliant, future fic, post break-up, early disbandment
Permission to remix: Yes
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Mingyu pieces himself together by rewriting the songs that broke him.
A solo trip to Paris. An apartment more than an hour away from Gangnam. A day at the Met when he happens to be in New York. A personal Netflix subscription. On a rare weekend when the agency lets him off, he visits Minseo and she brings out the box he left on her doorstep the night he ran away.
Some scars fade with time.
Pieces taken out of old costumes and stage props begged off of the visual department almost tint him fonder now than he was then. Residuals of the clutter from his bedside tables and spare items of makeup don’t jog much of his memory but they do provide Minseo an opening to call him a hoarder. There’s a smaller bag inside, soft to the touch but heavy. They turn it upside down and its contents scatter over the tiled floor. Minseo watches knowingly— helplessly— as Mingyu gathers it all up, packs it into his car and leaves.
Others, not so much.
He lets the past back into his bed, unraveling the thread holding the bag together and unscrewing the cap on the things that bubble up to his throat— regret regret regret— things he's kept bottled for years.
The Fujifilm is great for taking pictures of people, of happy crowds, Mingyu remembers the salesperson telling him, outstanding for its contrast and colours. The images scattered across his bed are muted, bare; Seokmin’s smile hollowed out on a paper half a decade worn are proof these have nothing to do with happiness. The only reason the corners of the prints don’t blur like he was told they would is because Minseo tends to tragedy with far more care than he does.
Mingyu notes, with bitterness, there are some impressions even time and disuse can’t palliate. There is no mistaking the brightness with which Minghao and Wonwoo bloom onto his work— his sheets, his reels, his polaroids, the unseen fissures of flesh where his skin stretched thinnest, splinter-happy pleasure points. Lenses would change as would the size of their apartments and the price that audiences paid to recast them inhuman but Minghao and Wonwoo glowed unwavering until the spark burnt itself into Mingyu’s eyes—
— love streaming out the wrong way.
The longest distance between two bodies is time but the years he’s traveled have not shed the weight of twelve broken hearts, far heavier to carry than his own and a Mingyu who lived his entire life spelling these hearts whole forgets: the black sky and the lights and the scene at the bottom of the stairwell. Wonwoo greying out of his life and Minghao’s crimson storm. He forgets didn’t you realise we were on the verge of something big and how could you ever think this was worth more than our labour.
But Mingyu’s hands— one holding the body of the camera and the other on the shutter, an eye fixed on the viewfinder, a breath away from freezing time— have not yet learned reason. They don’t know of Mingyu crying, phone clutched to his ears as Minghao’s quiet— final— you have to know this is happening because you left reverberates across his parent’s living room as the evening news blares in the background, something about yet another boygroup that ran out of fume too soon. They know not of Wonwoo’s silence like a beloved channel on the radio gone quiet after ten years— until a hushed wedding, an invitation left behind at the door of a building Mingyu haunted, Seokmin’s trembling fingers pressing it into Mingyu’s palm.
The Fujifilm knows a Kim Mingyu in love, still. It paints Wonwoo blue, Minghao red.
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edit: pause I just reread the prompt and... I know I literally asked for this but the fact that you chose wongyuhao out of anyone is xxxtra painful THANKS
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I enjoyed reading this!! But I think I will also enjoying seeing whatever echo remix spiral you and klav go down now.
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