HI YOU ARE SO BONKERS I FEEL UNHINGED - Seokmin proceeds to embark on one of his lengthy soliloquies, performing, as always, for the world at large. MAN, i know u mentioned sometimes feeling for laertes and like holy shit, when we're looking at mingyu's perspective now, seokmin really is just like some melodramatic asshole kid who killed his father and broke his sister's heart and Still hasn't avenged his own father's death (mingyu being like let Me show you what it actually means to avenge a death, let me move you to action finally) - Mingyu keeps his own other hand— his left one, his dominant one, the one that is wrapped around his foil and not Seokmin’s fingers— tight behind his back. "THIS PICTURE REMINDS ME OF WHEN HAMLET AND LAERTES WERE FENCING. IN THIS PICTURE IT SORT OF REPRESENTS LAERTES HIDING THE FACT THAT HIS SWORD WAS POISONED SO HE COULD KILL HAMLET." ?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?! - There’s been a phantom ache in his side lately. It digs into his liver. Not the resentment [hell nah they hurt spunch bobs feelings] - And it burns because, despite all of it, Mingyu wants to be looked at kindly. Once they were playmates. Once Seokmin would have cried into his shoulder, would have let Mingyu stroke his hair and say, Don’t cry, be strong, it isn't your fault. Now Mingyu can’t recognize the man before him and is the worse for it. iM SCREAMING!!!!!!!!! MINGYU WANTS TO BE LOOKED AT KINDLY, WELL LOOK AT HOW HARD I CAN CRY. the childhood friends to enemies of it all and also the growing up and only knowing someone in the past and they're a stranger to you in the present - Jeonghan, a fool only for the prince, runs to hand him his mask. i am yelling at jeonghan horatio, a fool only for the prince, i am [screams] - What Mingyu isn’t naturally good at, he’s worked towards. It makes what is out of reach— like the way Seokmin smiles at Jeonghan or how he is able to evade any consequences of his own fucking actions— that much more unbearable. oh my god!! hard work vs talent/what you're born with narrative, i Can't Believe - He keeps his hand tight around Mingyu’s in a handshake that he has decided to use for his own benefit, his own advancement. Tight enough that it hurts. - Seokmin stills for a rare second then smiles his pretty smile, wide and breaking as if he’s close to tears with utter gratitude. - And when he looks at Seokmin, he sees through the ghost of the prince’s act and feels the hatred underneath. - Seokmin calls over his shoulder, smiling from one side of his mouth rakishly - Under the cover, Seokmin has retreated to his basest feelings. The flatness of his eyes and the pure hard hatred in his face catches Mingyu off guard - “One,” Seokmin says, his teeth bared. ur descriptions of seokmin are so sexy thank u so much. a really really sweet guy who ONLY hates you, Yeah - THE DUEL, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE SUN AND THE SHADE, THE CONTRASTS!!! SEOKMIN EASILY WINNING POINTS AND MINGYU TRYING HIS BEST BUT STILL FAILING??? - The unshed tears that made his eyes glitter, how he kept his anger and his grief coiled tight inside of him. Perhaps he was afraid of it. But when he came to say goodbye to Mingyu, something in his face cracked clean. He was a pretty crier. Maybe things would have turned out differently inside of Seokmin if he hadn’t let his own indecisiveness and his own endless fears poison all his kind and gentle parts. Whose fault was that? His? Or his circumstances? god, i am [holds head in hands] seokmin hamlet, yeah... Yeah... thinking about hamlet before his father's death and before his grief... yeahhhhh - mingyu being the one to push seokmin to revenge, i'm okn't - He can’t tell, then, what is in Seokmin’s face. If it matters at all. If his own death will matter. But he reaches up towards Seokmin’s hand, desperate, and Seokmin lets him hold it and stares down at him, his brow troubled, his eyes shining as everything around him dims. “Forgive me, noble prince,” Mingyu whispers. He is glad he will not be alive to see Seokmin’s death. “Neither of us are to blame.” MAN. also oh my god seokmin holding mingyu's hand in a handshake before the duel and now seokmin letting mingyu hold his hand as mingyu dies
i am not okay, thank you so much for writing this, ur brain is massive and i am in awe
Re: [FILL] his will is not his own
- Seokmin proceeds to embark on one of his lengthy soliloquies, performing, as always, for the world at large.
MAN, i know u mentioned sometimes feeling for laertes and like holy shit, when we're looking at mingyu's perspective now, seokmin really is just like some melodramatic asshole kid who killed his father and broke his sister's heart and Still hasn't avenged his own father's death (mingyu being like let Me show you what it actually means to avenge a death, let me move you to action finally)
- Mingyu keeps his own other hand— his left one, his dominant one, the one that is wrapped around his foil and not Seokmin’s fingers— tight behind his back.
"THIS PICTURE REMINDS ME OF WHEN HAMLET AND LAERTES WERE FENCING. IN THIS PICTURE IT SORT OF REPRESENTS LAERTES HIDING THE FACT THAT HIS SWORD WAS POISONED SO HE COULD KILL HAMLET." ?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!
- There’s been a phantom ache in his side lately. It digs into his liver.
Not the resentment [hell nah they hurt spunch bobs feelings]
- And it burns because, despite all of it, Mingyu wants to be looked at kindly. Once they were playmates. Once Seokmin would have cried into his shoulder, would have let Mingyu stroke his hair and say, Don’t cry, be strong, it isn't your fault. Now Mingyu can’t recognize the man before him and is the worse for it.
iM SCREAMING!!!!!!!!! MINGYU WANTS TO BE LOOKED AT KINDLY, WELL LOOK AT HOW HARD I CAN CRY. the childhood friends to enemies of it all and also the growing up and only knowing someone in the past and they're a stranger to you in the present
- Jeonghan, a fool only for the prince, runs to hand him his mask.
i am yelling at jeonghan horatio, a fool only for the prince, i am [screams]
- What Mingyu isn’t naturally good at, he’s worked towards. It makes what is out of reach— like the way Seokmin smiles at Jeonghan or how he is able to evade any consequences of his own fucking actions— that much more unbearable.
oh my god!! hard work vs talent/what you're born with narrative, i Can't Believe
- He keeps his hand tight around Mingyu’s in a handshake that he has decided to use for his own benefit, his own advancement. Tight enough that it hurts.
- Seokmin stills for a rare second then smiles his pretty smile, wide and breaking as if he’s close to tears with utter gratitude.
- And when he looks at Seokmin, he sees through the ghost of the prince’s act and feels the hatred underneath.
- Seokmin calls over his shoulder, smiling from one side of his mouth rakishly
- Under the cover, Seokmin has retreated to his basest feelings. The flatness of his eyes and the pure hard hatred in his face catches Mingyu off guard
- “One,” Seokmin says, his teeth bared.
ur descriptions of seokmin are so sexy thank u so much. a really really sweet guy who ONLY hates you, Yeah
- THE DUEL, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE SUN AND THE SHADE, THE CONTRASTS!!! SEOKMIN EASILY WINNING POINTS AND MINGYU TRYING HIS BEST BUT STILL FAILING???
- The unshed tears that made his eyes glitter, how he kept his anger and his grief coiled tight inside of him. Perhaps he was afraid of it. But when he came to say goodbye to Mingyu, something in his face cracked clean. He was a pretty crier. Maybe things would have turned out differently inside of Seokmin if he hadn’t let his own indecisiveness and his own endless fears poison all his kind and gentle parts. Whose fault was that? His? Or his circumstances?
god, i am [holds head in hands] seokmin hamlet, yeah... Yeah... thinking about hamlet before his father's death and before his grief... yeahhhhh
- mingyu being the one to push seokmin to revenge, i'm okn't
- He can’t tell, then, what is in Seokmin’s face. If it matters at all. If his own death will matter. But he reaches up towards Seokmin’s hand, desperate, and Seokmin lets him hold it and stares down at him, his brow troubled, his eyes shining as everything around him dims.
“Forgive me, noble prince,” Mingyu whispers. He is glad he will not be alive to see Seokmin’s death. “Neither of us are to blame.”
MAN. also oh my god seokmin holding mingyu's hand in a handshake before the duel and now seokmin letting mingyu hold his hand as mingyu dies
i am not okay, thank you so much for writing this, ur brain is massive and i am in awe