17hols | 2022 Round 1: Quotes

2022 Round 1: Quotes

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Seventeen Holidays

Round 1: Quotes

About

"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."

"What is grief, if not love persevering?"

"You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath"

Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. Each prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, and more. Steal from a literary classic, or WeVerse drama. Have fun!

Examples

Minghao + Ocean Vuong

The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.

Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds

Hoshi/Anyone; "Beauty is terror"

Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:

"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories

"I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04

Any ship; "It's been so many years"

Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.

Tom Watts - Martha

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❮ ROUND 1: QUOTES ❯

ROUND 2: ALTERNATE UNIVERSES

ROUND 3: LAST WORDS

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ouch, truly. the juxtaposition of the before and after whatever shift happened between them, the relationship just dwindling down into nothing. hansol's sudden appearance to break them apart even more. again, ouch.

OMG..!!!!! help. i feel so light and warm after reading this, a little bubbly, which feels so wonderful in the middle of winter. the descriptions and lines of love and devotion and Minghao feels as if the ocean itself is swallowing him whole with the depth of his wanting. This was a feeling he could die with, a love so deep Mazu herself would have coveted it among her heavenly splendor. OH MY GOD HOW STUNNING. thank u so so much for this seokhao i will treasure them...they are soooo lovely T___T <333

ki i think you broke me thank you very much. staring off into space rn, trying to regain some resemblance of coherence. your brain is so huge and your seokgyu are always incredible.

OH GOD I ALSO THINK I KNOW WHO THIS IS AND IM KISSING U ON YOUR FOREHEAD SO MIUCH SKJFGKJSDGJKDSNB you are SUCH A good writer this is absolutely beautiful i cant believe you

this is so descriptive and feels so raw, in a way that sticks to your lungs just like smoke does. the inevitability of the end of the world really shines through, and i love how you described mingyu's changing habits through minghao's eyes.

Ship/Member: Minghao/Soonyoung
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Cryptids, Fae, Names
Permission to remix: Yes

400 words :3, Teen and Up

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36009274

soonyoung adrenaline junkie is a truth i live and breathe and the way it shines through this ughhhhh i love it. i love how wonwoo is in love but remains sharp and smart, even though a little jealous. and well. jeonghan, my beloved little crime overlord. love the fast pace of this, it feels spot on with the context!

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: character study, lost hope
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

“You're the sort of person who, on principle, no longer expects anything of anything. There are plenty, younger than you or less young, who live in the expectation of extraordinary experiences: from books, from people, from journeys, from events, from what tomorrow has in store. But not you. You know that the best you can expect is to avoid the worst.”

― Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

It’s interesting because he often reminds me of myself before my personality changed.

- Jake, ENHYPEN Debut Interview (x)

I AM YELLING SO LOUDLY YOU CAN HEAR ME ACROSS THE ENGLISH CHANNEL

Ship/Member: Mingyu/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: kim mingyu dog traits
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:

Do you think it’s easy,
not biting
the one you love?
Try loving someone so much
your mouth is only at home
in the place where your teeth
meet the flesh
of your beloved. Try
not tasting the flesh, not taking in your mouth
the beloved, not
going all the way.
Jim Moore, Teaching the Dog Not to Nip

additional material

omggg thank you… this was so good i really love when people explore seungkwan in this way… his capricorn dubious morality is perfect to me

ABSOLUTE GENIUS!!!! the way the tables turned between the two of them??? how it ended the same way it began but on different ends?? so GOOD!!!!

Ship/Member: Seungkwan/Wonwoo
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: navigating the fallout, lovers to strangers
Permission to remix: No.

I'm usually not so literal but uhhh yeah.

***

"Have you seen my rackets?"

Somehow, in the innocence of the texted question, he gleans something much more loaded inside. A text sent offhand, probably while coming down the stairs or crawling into bed feels accusatory. Feels like, what else have you hidden from me?

The aftermath is a messy sea to navigate, something that Wonwoo learns moving aside the daily supplements for the container stashing his hoard of instant coffee mix.

They're estranged now, but their lives are still collaged for the remainder of the year, like laundry baskets once piled together now carefully sorted separately. Separate bedrooms, separate lives.

It's an uncomfortable swallow after the first phone call, after, when the absence of I love you sinks to the pit of his stomach like a stone.

They often meet each other in the kitchen, trying to avoid the elephant standing in the middle of the room after. The storming, the disagreement, the slamming door. Wonwoo had gotten onto a train and followed it down the line until the last of the fumes turned to vapor, turned to tears, turned to showing up at Soonyoung’s doorstep unannounced and sleeping on his couch for three miserable days.

In the kitchen, he can feel Seungkwan’s eyes linger on him, trying to decipher the things that he no longer recognizes. Wonwoo does the same, watching Seungkwan deep clean the kitchen during his lunch break, like clockwork, every Tuesday afternoon. The sound of his singing carries a wave of nostalgia, and for just an hour he can forget the mess made.

Funny, how falling out of love can also feel like learning someone for the first time.

Still, he stares down at his phone.

The weird mix of longing and numbness swirl together for a long moment. Three nights ago, they’d shared a laugh over something in passing, and Seungkwan’s hand had instinctively reached for his arm. A handful of months ago, it would’ve been nothing. A moment that had led to something boring, like ordering out for dinner, or gone completely ignored out of habit.

Little things, like the brush of fingers smoothing his hair down in the morning, or a hand on his waist, moments that go long forgotten but now are sorely missed.

It’s like trying to unravel a knot the size of his fist.

Each new thing pulled from the wreckage pulls them toward a happier permanence. He carefully crafts an apologetic and hits send.

Ship/Member: Gyuhao
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: soft, homecoming, realization of feelings, coming home to find love right by your side
Permission to remix: Yes

***

Incheon Airport is empty and bright when Minghao emerges from the gate. When he gets to luggage pickup the transmission belt is looping around pointlessly. Minghao spots his bag easily. At least he doesn't have to endure the endless, crammed wait. His luggage wheels click softly against the tiled flooring as he heads to the doors. He’s been told that there’s a car waiting for him just outside, ready to take him back to the dorms.

It’s a tad surprising, the lack of fanfare. There’s no management team waiting to surround him, no clicking lenses and exhilarated cries of his name. There are few in the airport at this hour. A split family reuniting, a dog furry and blurry around their legs. A lone business woman, suit pants rumpled, top button of dress shirt undone. A couple kissing, tangled and caught-up and completely in their own world. Minghao looks away with a twinge in his chest.

The departure doors slide away with a light screech, shoving a blast of cold air at him. Minghao shivers and shoves his free hand into his pocket, instinctively huddling in on himself for warmth. By the time he’s through the second set of sliding doors the chill has sunk in deep, and Minghao is wishing fervently for a scarf. His breath is pale white and foggy in front of his nose, backdropped by a night sky like dark velvet and squid ink. A black car sits idly next to the sidewalk. Minghao halts next to the passenger window hesitantly. Just as his hand comes up to knock on the tinted window, it rolls down.

Mingyu’s face beams up at him from the driver’s seat.

“Welcome home.”

*

“Where is Manager-hyung?” Minghao asks seven minutes into the drive. Mingyu’s lips curl in a half moon smile on his profile.

“I convinced him to let me come alone.” He brakes at a red light and turns to smile softly at Minghao, bangs messy in his eyes and hair tousled, his voice round-edged and lovely in the low light. Minghao returns his gaze to the road, something unnamed pushing up his throat. Mingyu’s so beautiful like this, raw and unfiltered, that it aches somewhere deep inside him, somewhere that’s always been full to the brim with longing.

“I missed you, you know,” Mingyu adds, nudging the car into motion, speaking to the sprawling, deserted street. It sounds awfully like a confession. To what, Minghao doesn’t know. But it makes him fuzzy on the inside and his mouth dries up. Silence billows through the car. Mingyu cranks the radio on, some sad country twining through the air. Minghao still can’t reply.

Instead he leans his head against the window and watches the streetlights stream past outside, looking like dashes of shooting stars. Minghao closes his eyes and wishes for courage.

They drive in silence for the next ten minutes, the radio soft and fuzzy in the background. Rain has begun a steady drumming against the windshield, the motions of the wipers hypnotic.

At some point Mingyu lands a broad hand on his thigh, squeezing lightly. Minghao finally unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth and says:

“I missed you too.”

He hears Mingyu’s smile, and with a last bit of courage Minghao closes his hand around the one on his thigh. Mingyu turns his over so that they’re palm to palm, fingers intertwining like no time has passed.

Minghao melts into the seat and breathes a little easier.

*

Mingyu drops him off at his dorm with a one-armed hug, a little hip squeeze to emphasize.

“‘Night,” he says, all crooked smile and endearingly husky voice, before disappearing into the elevator that’s just opened for him. Minghao stares after him for a solid two minutes before he can clear his mind enough to fumble through his bag and let himself in with the key. It’s dark inside, only a sliver of light revealed from under Joshua’s door. Voices drift over mutedly; Minghao catches Seungcheol’s hacking laughter and it hits him suddenly, just how much he’s missed them and the space they take up in his peripheral vision.

He toes his shoes off carefully at the door and rolls his suitcase quietly toward his room, passing Joshua’s room, where soft voices and peaceful music spill from the crack. Like a moth drawn to flame, he lingers outside, something pulling at his chest, a deep-rooted longing to abandon his things and join Seungcheol and Joshua, crawl between them and wedge himself there.

He pulls himself away, wheels his suitcase into the cold darkness of his room and flicks on the light. Memories sputter to life before him.

Mingyu, stretched out languidly on the bed. Mingyu, restringing the fairy lights. Mingyu, a bottle of Cabernet swinging from his fingertips. Mingyu, playful and cuddly and beautiful and perf—

Minghao chucks his bag onto his bed and shuts off the light, a little too aggressively, and retreats before he chokes on the memories. He doesn’t even knock at Joshua’s door, simply barrels in, peeling off his coat and climbing onto the bed. They don’t look surprised, molding themselves around him, Seungcheol reaching to sweep stray hairs off his face.

“Myungho-yah,” he starts, and Minghao is grateful to hear that his tone isn’t teasing or chastising. He sounds a little concerned. Joshua presses closer to him on the other side. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, throwing an arm over his face, “Mingyu came to pick me up today.” He doesn’t know why he starts there. It just feels significant.

Joshua hums, non-interruptive, letting Minghao take his time. He lets himself wallow in the silence for a bit, sifting through his thoughts, the swirl of ambivalence sitting tight in his chest. It’s all very difficult to express.

He misses Mingyu. He missed Mingyu. That is perhaps the single most clear thing he knows. But it’s no different. He’s been missing Mingyu, missing all of them, for the past few months and it’s become ingrained in him, this missing. So it’s not at all different and completely different at the same time because Mingyu also misses Minghao and it feels precious. It feels like he misses him because he loves him, in that special way he’s always wanted to be loved.

There.

He thinks back to the journey from the car to the entrance of the dorm, how they’d sprinted and giggled the whole way and how Mingyu’s eyes had sparkled when they’d ducked under an awning, effervescent with joy, the rain loud overhead and the neither of them caring. It makes him warm all over, thinking of it.

“I think I love him,” Minghao whispers, the conclusion so novel, so wonderfully right. He opens his eyes. Moves his arm to look at his hyungs. “I think I’m in love with him.”

Joshua and Seungcheol look down at him with matching expressions of quiet fondness.

“We know, Hao, we know.”

*

Minghao goes to find Mingyu first thing the next morning.

Wonwoo lets him in, eyes sleepy but clearing when he sees Minghao. “You’re back,” he says, enthusiastic, and pulls Minghao into a hug. Minghao squeezes him back and abandons him to go look for Mingyu.

He lets himself in quietly, finding Mingyu on his bed, rumpled covers around him, scrolling through his phone. The sunlight hits his bare face at a slant, painting one side gold. He looks beautiful like this. Raw. Unfiltered. Minghao loves him. With a sudden visceral clarity.

“Gyu,” he starts, uncertain. Mingyu meets his eyes and his mouth curls up; his phone is dropped without being spared a second glance onto the bedside table.

“Hao,” he says, and it sounds like an acknowledgement. He’s smiling, like he knows of the fragile courage Minghao is grasping, like he knows exactly what Minghao wants and is afraid to say without his having to say it.

“Gyu, I missed you.” I love you, in between the words. Mingyu’s smile widens.

“I’m right here,” he says, eyes bright and voice brighter, palms upturned and welcoming. “I’m right here.” I love you too. Everything loosens in Minghao’s chest at once and he’s rushing towards Mingyu’s bed, toppling onto Mingyu, sending them careening backwards. Laughter spills between them, and Minghao ends up straddling Mingyu’s hips. He lets himself melt into Mingyu.

“I know.” Minghao burrows into Mingyu’s arms, tucking his face against Mingyu’s chest. “I was an idiot, I’m sorry.”

“My idiot,” Mingyu replies, ridiculously fond, and when Minghao pulls back to chide him he’s already laughing, tongue poking into his cheek, cheesier than cheese pizza. Minghao can’t hide his love-struck smile.

Grinning, he lowers his face and kisses Mingyu, chaste, corner and corner and then fully. When he pulls back Mingyu beams.

Minghao is finally, finally at home.

陪伴是最长情的告白
companionship is the longest confession

***
(ik this is the second fill for this prompt but i couldn't resist)
first time posting for 17hols and so nervous but here it is! hope somebody enjoys
(it's cheesy at the end but so am i so i think that's justified...)

i LOVED this so much especially the part where wonwoo describes soonyoung as a diamond it ties in so well with the theme of the story knowing that wonwoo was also sent by jeonghan to steal a diamond that he couldnt get his hands on?? so good!!! and horanghae as the soundtrack of hoshi's criminal career is so fitting i loved that detail too thank you for writing this!

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: BBB-isms, especially "acting out testing boundaries because you're simultaneously all-powerful and incredibly trapped"
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

All that
matters is you want to hurt me.
All that matters is you want me.
-yves olade

this was so so beautiful they are just soft beautiful boys in love... the way you wrote it, it was so lovely to see seokmin through minghao's eyes

Ship/Member: jeongcheol, jihancheol
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting.

Clarice Lispector

ANN................

i am thinking and thinking about how to say it but i don't know. your writing is REALLY GOOD... it just hits the right notes and for the right amount of time. i can't analyze what it is about it so in fact i think you need to write more so that i can do so!! but here - the visual imagery of mingyu the outsider looking in on this conversation from an opposing balcony is so striking and beautiful. "Mingyu had kept count until the numbers ticked into the double digits and he felt like he could afford to stop putting an expiration date on their arrangement." is so SAD because, well. the false hope. "He could write a whole stack of books about all the people with whom he’d waded in too deep, how he’d still been surprised when everyone tore free and tried to swim back." and "If nothing else, he was at least consistent." (ok one (1) of the things you're really good at is the visual analogies they're just so vivid and match so well with the emotion you're trying to convey.) "I think I'm done, are you?" / "Not yet." and ww going inside first, the double meaning of it all. well i really think this was excellently devastating so tyvm :_)

Ship/Member: soonchan, wonsoonchan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: magical realism, steampunk-ish
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I'm the stranger.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón

T___T "If he knew what a body of water actually felt like, maybe this would be what they called drowning." and "So if Minghao couldn’t protect Wonwoo from the horrible things he had to do, Minghao could at least hold Wonwoo tight after the fact, to kiss everything away. " i'm so sad!!!!! this is so pretty and sad karina... you have such a warm portrayal of love. i really want to watch the silent sea now!!

ur so right WONWOO GET IN LINE T_T im glad you enjoyed!!! 💗💗💗

this is seriously k1lling me... wonwoo was spare parts / sc asking ww to read over his letters when ww knew sc was a natural at romantic words and actions and then ww comparing himself to sc constantly / Compared to the wooden zither, the noises Jeonghan made were far more beautiful. Wonwoo gazed at his resplendence and wondered... / "He couldn't help it. Loving Jeonghan was more greed than duty." every exchange between ww and jh is so raw and good thank you for writing this!!

Ship/Member: Minghao/Any, Seungkwan/Any
Major Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence (to your taste, not necessary)
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Someday, I hope for a lover to kill me / It's the closest I can hope to get to anybody / It's the closest I can come to being really free / And there's a ring of questions on my mind lately / Like will I find a love that lasts as long as my life? / Or will I die before ever becoming a wife?

Deeper Than Love by Colleen Green

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2022 Round 1: Quotes

Re: [FILL] dawning dusk

Re: [FILL] a boat in the sea of love

Re: [FILL] This is not for tears

Re: [FILL] a boat in the sea of love

Re: [FILL] we all complete

[Fill]: By Any Other Name

Re: [FILL] heart in your headlights

no subject

그 안에서 나의 모습이 보여

Re: [Fill]: By Any Other Name

how to become a good dog

Re: [Fill]

Re: [FILL] This is not for tears

FILL: recessional

Re: [FILL] coming home to you

Re: [FILL] heart in your headlights

no subject

Re: [FILL] a boat in the sea of love

no subject

Re: [FILL] in your wake

no subject

Re: [FILL] what will they say about us?

Re: [FILL] hey where's the drum

Re: [FILL] i know the end

no subject