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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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but you know what I am
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Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
[FILL] my dearest
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Additional Tags: idolverse, 2nd person POV
Permission to remix: Yes
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Eight years and you still don’t know how to read him, whether his kindness is obligatory, or if you’re just a hopeless romantic.
That is what pushes you into the recording booth on a Monday evening, Bumzu having skipped out on oxtail soup for dinner to lead you.
“Sorry,” you say nervously, watching him key a jjajangmyeon order into his phone.
“You don’t make the schedule, the company does,” he says gently. You breathe a little easier and pull out the lyrics sheet you’ve been practicing with, folded into quarters and marked over with felt pen. If Minghao were here he would understand the words you are trying to say and direct the emotion of your singing, but the idea scares you far too much.
“I really like him a lot,” you venture to say, though you can’t manage details, and Jeonghan laughs at you. Joshua laughs at you too, though it’s more kindhearted and sympathetic in tone.
“You’re so timid, Jun-ah,” Jeonghan says, pulling a Jenga block out of the tower you’ve built on top of a food tray, and from the bed Joshua looks up from his phone and makes a comment about how not everyone can date openly and retain their fans, never mind if they’re—
You pick at the carpet, and throw the scraps of yarn you pull out under the bed.
“I get the point, Joshuji. You’re trying to slight me, but this is serious—”
“Well,” you interject, “isn’t it better to be timid sometimes?”
Jeonghan gives you a long look. “It depends on what you want out of it,” he says.
You tap on a block, searching for one to push out, and then another, to no avail. They’re all fundamental to the tower. You have no options left.
Telling Jeonghan was a mistake, obviously. Now every time someone asks you about one of your songs on television he looks at you with wondering pity and you have to try your hardest to avert your eyes and focus on the camera. It’s not easy. He has a presence everywhere, for example, just emanating off of Seokmin.
“Are you okay?” he asks you during the break, oblivious to what it is you’re going through but aware that it is something. You have a hard time responding and wrench open a water bottle.
“Of course,” you tell Seokmin, and you laugh, but you’re blinking fast, and the concern on his face never goes away. You excuse yourself to go hide in the bathroom.
When you go to the sink to wash your hands the door swings open and there he is in all his glory: Jeon Wonwoo. You freeze, but you can’t exactly run away.
“Hey,” he says, and his voice is smooth to your ears. “Fancy seeing you here.”
It would be good to remember that since that day of realization you’ve also avoided being alone in the same room with Wonwoo. This has not been as difficult as it sounds, considering there have been no tours to prompt the question of hotel roommates, and really what other excuse do you have to spend time together like that? None.
You reach for the soap dispenser and start washing your hands. Wonwoo points to a sticky spot on his wrist when you look up at him, standing next to you.
“Spilled honey trying to make tea at the catering table,” he explains, and you laugh quietly without realizing it.
“You don’t drink much tea,” you say.
“Punishment for trying something new.” He grins too, and for a brief moment you forget about the reason you’d tried so hard to dodge this.
“Don’t let it stop you,” you advise, and turn to the dryer. It makes enough noise to fill your eardrums. You think you’ve escaped when he asks you a horrifying question:
“Hey, why do you always cover love songs?”
You blanch and refuse to look in his direction before remembering there’s a simple and true explanation. “They’re popular, and they’re beautiful.”
“I wish I could understand,” he murmurs. You almost roll your eyes.
“There are translations,” you say.
“I don’t know where to find them,” he admits. You look scandalized, finally turning to him.
“You could ask-”
You stop in your tracks. He looks down at the floor, and suddenly you remember every time you’ve been afraid to approach him, every time you wish he’d offer up information instead of waiting for someone to prompt him for it, every time you’ve been hurt because of some communication difficulty that, truthfully, goes both ways.
Mingyu and Minghao used to take over the 8th floor living room sometimes for movie nights, demanding the lights stay off for the sake of “atmosphere” and glaring at anyone trying to flashlight their way to the kitchen. Minghao told you once that he’d spend hours arguing with Mingyu later about whether a narrative was good or bad, if the love story was realistic, what the fundamentals of feeling are, or something else semi-pretentious like that. They’re well suited to that type of conversation. Again you remember why you don’t discuss movies with other people.
Imagine accidentally saying “I wouldn't want that” about some mainstream idea of romance and Jeon Wonwoo asking why, or what you'd actually want. Then you'd explain the former but not the latter, and try to maintain an even tone, and if you succeeded in not having a breakdown, or shaking visibly, you would ask Wonwoo what he wanted.
You are terrified, after all, that time will pass and everyone in your life will slip through your fingers. It is an inevitability in the most literal sense of the word. To you, the easiest way to treasure what you have is to preserve it, press it like a beautiful flower, for the years to come.
Wonwoo cannot read your mind, however, and evidently neither can Jeonghan. Or maybe he can, and he’s decided he knows better anyway.
“Hey,” he says, standing in the doorway, catching you off guard, never trying but always managing to look cool, calm and collected, a character out of your favorite manhua. He dangles car keys from his fingers. You feel your heart clench, like it’s preparing itself for the best or the worst case scenario. “Do you want to talk over dinner?”
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- Also the second scene took me right back to the oty off the record photobook scan of wjh playing jenga :-) the last line in this section was Beautiful
- I went back and read the lyrics of the song you linked and they fit this so perfectly
- also, I love ur yjh here, he’s such a presence (and the way he rubs off on seokmin… yeah) (additionally shoutout to gyu and hao and them getting mad at ppl interrupting their movie night ~ambiance~ I luv it)
- Just in general I really appreciate this characterization of jun and the dynamic you’ve managed to create between him and wonwoo. it feels so tense and expectant and in my opinion really speaks to the sentiments of the quotes in my prompt.
- My favorite line is: “You are terrified, after all, that time will pass and everyone in your life will slip through your fingers. It is an inevitability in the most literal sense of the word. To you, the easiest way to treasure what you have is to preserve it, press it like a beautiful flower, for the years to come. Wonwoo cannot read your mind, however, and evidently neither can Jeonghan.”
- I think you do this amazing thing where you abstract to a universal fear and then you make it immediately so specific to wjh and how he deals with it, and it really creates such a specific emotion, it’s like a sense of missing jww before he's even left.
It’s so fantastic and your writing is just chef’s kiss and I could go on and on but thank you so much for this….. I feel blessed. U Are Brilliant
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i think jun and ww are both passive people... or at least they are with each other? so i like the emma quote for them a lot... i'm glad that you thought the prompt applied askdjfjkldf.... i also wanted to convey through the song that jun doesn't "want" anything but that they'd both be happy in the future even on separate paths even tho ww is impt to him now. thank you for your many kind words!!
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Loved the formatting!
Loved it,
Rose x
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