17hols | 2022 Round 1: Quotes

2022 Round 1: Quotes

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Seventeen Holidays

Round 1: Quotes

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"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

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Ship/Member: Junhui/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Magical realism? Fantasy? Immortals?
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

You never asked my age, you never questioned my rage
Let's meet at the same time every morning
The blood in my gut is a thousand years old
But you are the sweetest infection

i'm simply insanely growling at my computer screen oh goshhhhhh hoshi and skirts hoshi and gender hoshi and his wanting to see what the other see in him!! especially wonwoo, because he cares what wonwoo thinks of him!! i'm crrrazy. thanks for this.

not the talk about first and last loves!!!!!!!!!! noooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!
you're too good, it drives me up the wall. when i get my hands on you [cit.]

THIS IS SO.... omg u rly captured the way that ksy adores ljh's work soooo much (pressing kisses all over his face, unable to shut up about it) & "the song's about me isn't it / LOL ur so weak literally all ur songs are about me / do u think people will be able to tell" is SO CUTE. which is why it's so good that you turn that around n say once it's over how are we supposed to separate our lives back apart, when they've merged so seamlessly already? i love studies of incompatibility and snhn are so good for this i love them so much. + supportive lifelong brother coups TT i love jicheol so much too. ty for writing!!

ok i'm back and i reread this and i'm still bzzz bzzz. i just love how you pieced together reality - sad, crushing, a relationship that is ending not for who knows what reasons but just because reality is like that, you love someone one day and then it dims and just, ugh, - and the dreams - scary, a bit blurry, gut-wrenching in the way they seem to lead to an inevitable end. oh this was so!!!!!!! and the ending!!!!!!! i like to read it as slightly hopeful, but even if it really isn't, it's perfect. i love seokgyu and you did them SO WELL. i love this so much.

Ship/Member: Any, Mingyu/Seokmin/Jeonghan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

This song is also about controlled desire, or our ability to lust for people and not act on it. Navigating monogamy and desire is difficult, but it’s also a normal human condition. Those feelings don’t contradict loyalty, you know? ... The chorus reminds me of heaven and the verses remind me of hell.

- Japanese Breakfast

honestly just go crazy with this... go stupid...

Ship: seokgyu
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: character/relationship study
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same (insult)

/

#self recognition through the other (derogatory)

/

there is something wrong with you

there is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me

(from mirror traps by hera lindsay bird)

just this tumblr post lol. doesn't necessarily have to be a dead serious study or anything i just think this is a neat seokgyu angle and i want to spread the agenda ok

Edited 2021-12-29 00:06 (UTC)

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: *me voice* Male Rituals
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

When the plane went down in San Francisco,
I thought of my friend M. He’s obsessed with plane crashes.

He memorizes the wrecked metal details,
the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke.

Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes:
The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa.

How people go on, and how people don’t.

It was almost a year before I learned
that his brother was a pilot.

I can’t help it,
I love the way men love.

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón

Edited 2021-12-29 00:08 (UTC)

too scared to define something while the rest of his life was unraveling christ this is too good

Ship/Member: gyuhao
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: finding home, vignettes, ghosts, magical realism, ambiguous, author lost control for the majority of this, implied sexual content
Permission to remix: Yes

***
op i do not know how close this is to what you're imagining for this prompt. i got very carried away. some parts are ambiguous and unresolved, so i'm leaving it up to readers to decide the mcs'...backstories.
in all honesty idk what this is, and it is unedited, so enjoy whatever this is that my brain conjured :)
***

The distance between the earth and its closest star is 4.35 light-years. The distance between Minghao and his home is 4.35 years.

In Paris, Île-de-France, there is an apartment that overlooks the Seine. The only landmark left of their first date.
They’d only stayed for one night, but one was enough to watch the way the Seine blazed at midnight, wreathed in gold and orange, the hearth of Paris, the city of light—or love. In that one night, the two were one and the same.
They’d watched the city light up on the balcony. The two of them, side by side, wine glasses in hand. Mingyu had turned Minghao’s face, so carefully and gently, like he’s afraid he might shatter if he pressed too hard. Minghao had closed the distance with bruising vigour.
That night the Seine was Paris’ hearth, and Mingyu was Minghao’s.

In Florence, Italy, in a luxury apartment that they barely spare a glance for, Mingyu spreads Minghao open on the roof balcony, on a clear and warm night, the Palazzo Vecchio haloed softly against the horizon. Two flutes of champagne, each topped with a strawberry, sit untouched on the table. A pot of white orchids unfurl gracefully from a pot beside them.
Gone is the gentleness. That night Mingyu presses into Minghao like he wants him to break, like he wants to push him until he’s all hairline fractures down the middle and shards in Mingyu’s hands. That night Mingyu disassembles Minghao with the goal of reassembling him. That night Minghao must’ve lost a piece of himself to Mingyu, for nothing was ever the same for him again. Or Mingyu must’ve taken a piece of him; the most crucial piece, the piece Minghao would gladly give up all the same, if it means being with Mingyu.
Later Mingyu will trace Minghao’s lips in another city and think back to the shingles of the neighboring rooftops, the flatness of the cityscape and the mountains like faded watercolor in the background.
Minghao will only remember the heat of Mingyu’s gaze, the coolness of the champagne glass passed between them, and the imprint of Mingyu that burned so brightly against his eyelids that Minghao could not sleep that night.

In Fairmont Chateau Lake Louise, Minghao stands by the tasseled curtains of the castle hotel and watches the aqua gem for a lake glimmer, backed by mountains whose peaks are dusted with snow. He watches as little red canoes disturb the pristine surface. He watches the outside as Mingyu watches him, infinite words trapped in the warmth of his gaze. He is smiling fondly, and Minghao turns to kiss it away.
Later, Mingyu will whine and pout as Minghao giggles, because Mingyu’s hat gets blown into the water by the wind and sinks while their canoe cuts through the turquoise, little ripples of water slapping at the flanks of the canoe gently.
When they pause for a breath, Minghao will turn and snap a photo of Mingyu, a little souvenir, the most candid he will have seen of Mingyu.
That photo will stay in Minghao’s wallet for a long time. It’ll be the only thing he has of Mingyu.

For Minghao, home has never been stationary. In Paris, in Florence, in Banff. In Annecy, in Geneva, in Los Angeles. In New York, in Cuba, in Dubai. Wherever Mingyu is.
For Minghao home has always been the hearth inside of Mingyu, the little breath of flames Mingyu presses onto the divot of Minghao’s tongue, that Minghao swallows eagerly, without hesitation. His home, he’s kept it alive, burning behind his sternum, for as long as he can. For 4 years and 3 months.

4 years and 3 months, where the only remnants of home he has left are the photo he still keeps tucked in his wallet, and the memories he shoves down his throat, chokes on, to guide him.

For his entire lifetime, Mingyu had been his home. Still is his home. His home is wherever Mingyu is.

And Mingyu is here, Minghao thinks, striding up the wide, unswept stairs. Fall has descended in France, the leaves gold, flaming red, canary yellow. La Cimetière du Père Lachaise is as beautiful as always. Mingyu is here, Minghao thinks, stopping in front of a headstone, engravings clear despite the moss and grime.

Here lies Kim Mingyu.

The man who set a heart on fire and never returned to put it back out. Minghao adds.

The distance between the earth and its closest star is 4.35 light-years. The distance between Minghao and his home is 4.35 years. 4 years and 3 months. No longer.

Mingyu is underground, amongst the stars, home.

“I’m ready to go home.” Minghao says.

The leaves ruffle in response. And then he’s gone.

Only a photo, worn and frayed around the edges, flutters to the ground. Upon closer glance, it’s of Lake Louise, the transparent turquoise lake that steals hats from tourists. There’s no one in the picture.

For Mingyu and Minghao, they were never substantial in this timeline. They were lost, they found each other, and they found their homes.

***
so there's that. there's some symbolism and motifs running through here, so if it helps, think about what fires, warmth, hearths (in particular) may represent and that might facilitate understanding. the symbolism of stars plays a role in the ending too.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Ship/Member: Any, Jeonghan/Jimin, Jeonghan/Any, Seokmin/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: royal AU? excalibur-esque? the witcher? you do you
Do Not Wants: None

please, go crazy go stupid!!!

Prompt:

One of these days a comin', I'm gonna to take that boy's crown
There's a serpent in these still waters, lying deep down
To that king I will bow, at least for now
One of these days a comin', I'm gonna to take that boy's crown
'Cause I am, I am
A little wicked
I am, yes, I am
Hands red, hands red
Just like you said
I am, a little wicked
No one calls you honey, when you're sitting on a throne
I'll be high up in that tower, he'll be down there getting stoned

— Valerie Broussard, A Little Wicked

You'll never know what hit you
Won't see me closing in
I'm gonna make you suffer
This Hell you put me in
I'm underneath your skin
The Devil within
You'll never know what hit you
I'll be here
When you think you're all alone
Seeping through the cracks
I'm the poison in your bones
My love is your disease
I won't let it set you free
Til I break you

— Digital Daggers, The Devil Within

Edited 2021-12-29 00:32 (UTC)

Ship/Member: Minghao & Wonwoo
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Dystopian idolverse au, Vaguely based on Never Let Me Go, Discussions of pregnancy including implied miscarriage
Permission to remix: Yes

***

“Noona, stay healthy, okay? I'm really happy for you — I’m cheering you on!” Minghao smiles, cheeks rounding as he waves at the phone. The woman on screen grins back, leaning backwards so her hands are visible in the frame. She doesn't have to move too much — her belly is large, putting some distance between her and the phone propped up on her desk. In the blur of her waving arms Minghao sees a clunky, industrial-looking band strapped tight around her wrist, a bright red LED blinking at him stoically from its casing of metal and black plastic. He blinks back, momentarily stunned, and then the phone is passed down the line to Wonwoo and he's greeted by a new blank screen.

“Hyung, did you talk to that pregnant carat today?” Seungkwan asks when the fansign is over and they're waiting for the managers to bring the cars around. He's rubbing at his fingers, trying to get some of the ink marks off so he can take a selfie.

“Mhmm.” Minghao grunts in acknowledgement. “She’s seven months along.”

“Woah.” Seungkwan sneaks a glance. “Do you think…” He trails off. Tact is something Seungkwan has always prided himself on, though his curiosity is hardly one to go gently into that good night.

“Seungkwan-ah, it's bad luck to ask about a baby this close to the due date,” Jeonghan drawls from the right of Minghao. It doesn't sound true, but Minghao has no way of knowing for sure. He's never seen a woman this far along in a pregnancy through natural means. He doubts any of them have. A long time ago there had been a bump, he'd run his hands across it as his mother smiled down at him through tears, and then the flash of ambulance lights, and then his father, this time, crying, a pile of bills on the kitchen table, and Minghao had said, Ba, don't worry, and called the number of the entertainment company the next day and signed the contract and boarded the plane. Hope was a thing that money could buy, in this world, and even as a child Minghao had known that. What he hadn’t realized was that the damage had already been done, the price of two losses in a row much greater than even his eventual success could afford.

“And leave the marker stains. It's endearing.” Seungkwan gives Jeonghan a look, then brings his phone up to snap some finger heart selfies.

Later, Wonwoo finds Minghao in the kitchen eating a simple meal. It's dinnertime, but everyone else prefers to spend the short respite between schedules sleeping, or at least sprawled out on their beds staring at the ceiling, recovering whatever energy they can muster after three weeks of nonstop promotions. Wonwoo roots around in the fridge for a bit, then says, “my cousin got pregnant when I was young.”

“Oh.” Minghao puts his chopsticks down, not sure what to ask.

“No one thought she would make it. I mean, Changwon…” Wonwoo shakes his head. “The radiation and all. I was just a kid, so I didn't really understand why it was such a big deal. My parents helped, driving her to the tests, filling out paperwork. The government gave the whole family compensation.” He chuckles, a bit darkly. “I still remember all the good food we had that year.”

“What — what happened to her?”

Wonwoo takes a sip of his water. “She was determined to have the baby. It was hell on her body, but she wouldn't give up. She was really careful, did everything right, and in the end,” he tilts his head, “he came out perfectly healthy. No major complications or anything. What were the odds?” Wonwoo stretches his arms. “A natural-born baby is precious — they wouldn't use him for donations. The government paid them to move to Busan. We thought they were set for life. Just…”

He only hesitates for a moment, letting his arms fall to his sides. It's not like he's above being cruel, nor is any one of them too precious to hurt at this point, after all the years they've spent together. Besides, Wonwoo knows that sparing Minghao the truth for the sake of his feelings would be too obvious, with the way the other is watching him now; what's more, it would be taken as an even greater cruelty.

“Once they know you're capable of a natural pregnancy and birth — there are things they can get from your body that they can't from IVF, or from clones just yet. They monitor you closely, run tests, take blood, eggs, whatever. Maybe they make you try again, and again. You're basically a full-time lab subject.” Wonwoo puts the drink back in the fridge. “My cousin gave me some of the money she got for it all, so I could come to Seoul to be a trainee.”

Minghao nods. “She was fortunate, though, still. In a way. I mean, she had the child she always wanted.”

Down the hall, the members begin to stir, rubbing at their tired faces and swearing quietly when their palms come away smeared with carefully applied concealer and eyeshadow.

Wonwoo’s phone pings, a reminder for them to leave, and he dismisses the notification without looking. “Yeah. And she made it out.”

Edited 2021-12-29 04:09 (UTC)

Ship/Member: woozi/any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: exes to lovers
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

[And I know I've kissed you before, but I didn't do it right. Can I try again, try again, try again, try again, and again, and again
— Mitski, Pink in the Night]

Ship/Member: Any, Seungkwan/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: breakups, cheating?, exes, pettiness
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans
I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand
I hope she's wilder than your wildest dreams
She's everything you're ever gonna need
And then I hope she cheats
Like you did on me

— Gabby Barrett, I Hope

I'm not even mad anymore
Oh really I ain't even mad anymore
Yeah I don't even want you back anymore
I don't remember what we had anymore, yeah

I don't even hope you die these days
I hope you live 'til eighty-five these days
Regretting that you'd ever lie these days
I hope it's eating you alive these days
Yeah, I hope you're ugly in the bathroom
Just wishing Imma change my mind and come back soon

— Halsey, I'm Not Mad

Edited 2021-12-29 00:34 (UTC)

Ship/Member: any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: character study
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

“I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day.”

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Ship/Member: mingyu/jeonghan, implied mingyu/others
Major Tags: camming, pet...play??
Additional Tags: -
Permission to remix: yes

***

Mingyu pouts into the camera lens, which blinks stoically back at him. "I think I look good," he says - doesn't really say so much as whines, doesn't really whine so much as makes his voice so much smaller than it has any business being, coming from a body like that. A face like that.

Some of his viewers agree, and they say so freely. Chat is always in a mood but tonight especially. Because it's Friday, and Friday is Request Night. They tend to get riled up - rowdy, he calls it - on Request Night. (Not that they're not like this every other day of the week. Not that Mingyu has ever encouraged anything less.) Whenever he points this out someone inevitably asks him who was doing the riling in the first place; and then he has to duck his big strong head against his big strong chest, and rub the back of his big strong neck with similarly adjectived fingers: "Sorry," he has to say, so mournful, so penitent, but the grin at the corner of his mouth (never fully on! He's too well trained for that) tells them just how sorry he is. Just how much sorry he still has to give.

The ears kind of itch. It's just a cheap headband he found somewhere - he didn't actually find them, Jeonghan did, they were out shopping for his sister's birthday so they'd stopped at one of those vendors that sells sparkly stuff, pink stuff, girl stuff; the other headbands had sparkly stars and big pink pompoms which Mingyu was idly running his fingers through because he liked the texture, the softness.

He hadn't seen the dog ears, but Jeonghan had, because Jeonghan always sees that kind of stuff. When Mingyu felt the headband settle against his crown he hadn't noticed that it itched yet; he was looking up at Jeonghan's hands, reaching to pet his hair back into place, and then down at Jeonghan's mouth, already laughing at him, not with him.

"We found them," Jeonghan had said, in a tone too full of mocking to leave any room for fondness, no matter how much other, more romance-inclined individuals might strain to hear.

"Found what?" Mingyu had said - pouted - whined, ducking his shoulders to make himself smaller for Jeonghan, pinning his arms into his chest soldier-like so that Jeonghan could maneuver his body however he liked, do with Mingyu anything he liked. Jeonghan lets him do this without stopping him, even when it makes Mingyu's back and knees and pride ache. Especially when.

"Your real ears," Jeonghan had said, patting the back of Mingyu's head - not even the fake pleather ears, but right above the nape of the neck, the place which would make a real dog shiver and shake. Mingyu didn't shiver and he didn't shake, but he had to bite his tongue, a bloody bite, and Jeonghan let him sit with that whine trapped between his teeth until he was satisfied Mingyu had agonied enough. The next time Mingyu speaks the inside of his mouth is a different shade of red, and it glints in Jeonghan's eyes.

Mingyu adjusts them now. He doesn't take them off, even as they itch, and even when one of his top donors pays for a super message to flash across the screen: take the costume off ,, no furry shit tonight, nobodys pay ing for that

Mingyu just tilts his head. "What costume?" he asks, and grins, big and wide and showing all his teeth. Full muzzle on display.

His phone, off to the side and out of the camera's unblinking gaze, lights up. Jeonghan never watches but he saw the ears laying around innocently before he left this afternoon; smirked mean when he saw Mingyu's neck flush red.

Mingyu doesn't need to check what the text says in order to sit up a little straighter, puff out his chest a little, lift his chin so they can see him. Jeonghan is always so good at reminding him about all the important details the camera wants to see. His neck. His mouth. His face. His ears. Everything they're paying for. What a good boy he can be.

Edited 2021-12-29 00:51 (UTC)

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

Prompt:

I was in love and happy, but doubts simmered. I still occasionally fantasized about a man who would sip coffee with me and read novels in bed on our frequent trips to India.

When I shared this with my therapist, she told me to “have a funeral for the death of romantic illusion.”

-- Goodbye, My Fantasy Man by Lavinia Spalding

Ship/Member: current Any/seokmin or wonwoo + past any/seokmin or wonwoo
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: purposeful mistaken identity, past relationships
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I thought I saw you in the Rusty Hook
Huddled up in wicker chair
I wandered up for a closer look
And kissed whoever was sitting there
She was close
And she held me very tightly
'Til I asked awfully politely
"Please, can I call you her name?"

...

I saw your sister in the Cornerstone
On the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand
That she was close
Well, you couldn't get much closer
She said, "I'm really not supposed to, but yes
You can call me anything you want"

Cornerstone by The Arctic Monkeys

Ship/Member: minghao/any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: any !!!!
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

“You are the sweetest melody I ever sung”

Patrick Watson’s Melody Noir

Ship/Member: Any, Vernon/Joshua/Any, any ot3
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: can be funny can be heartbreaking can be sexy, up to you
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Now, mathematically this doesn’t make sense
But in this scenario, one plus one equals three

— Pitbull, 3 to Tango

*Vernon's voice* What's two minus one?

— Seventeen, 2 minus 1

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

Prompt:

“...it still fascinates me that you can have these massive feelings that are lodged away inside of you somewhere and you don’t have access to them until you allow yourself to, until you get out of your own way.”

Every morning I wake up
From a dream of you holding me
Underwater (Is that a dream or a memory?)
Held my breath for a decade
Dyed my hair blue to match my lips
Cool of me to try (Pretty cool I'm still alive)

Ship/Member: Vernon/Seungkwan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: verkwan jeju trip, vague plant (???) metaphors, flashbacks, the simultaneous recognizing and repressing of feelings!!!!
Permission to remix: pls ask!

***

And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
-Death Cab for Cutie

At Jeju, when they visit Seungkwan’s home, they share a bed.

“Sorry,” Seungkwan apologizes, mouth pursing when he looks over the twin-sized bed. It’ll be a tight squeeze for two of them. Seungkwan’s room is cluttered, but well taken care of. Relics of the young Seungkwan’s life in girl group posters and abandoned notebooks. Hansol likes it. “I should’ve realized…”

“It’s cool,” Hansol says. Brushing the concern aside.

They’ve shared a bed before, the two of them. Countless times.

No big deal, Hansol thinks.

–

Hansol’s bed doesn’t smell right. He is fourteen, alone in the dorm, too anxious to sleep, and his bed doesn’t smell right. His mom uses a specific detergent, clean and floral. Comforting.

There is none of that comfort here. To his horror, tears start to drip from his eyes. He wipes at his face furiously, but they persist, falling fast until he has to cover his mouth to muffle his sobs.

You said you could handle it, staying here, leaving home, what are you doing -

“Hansol?”

Seungkwan’s voice is so bright, even as a whisper, breaking through the miserable cloud shrouding Hansol. A sunbeam, at two in the morning, sitting up in the bed across from Hansol’s. “Are you crying?”

“Can you come here?” his whispers wetly.

The shuffle of sheets, the patter of footsteps, and Seungkwan is slipping in beside him. Hansol sniffles, and Seungkwan’s arms are around him. Knowing what Hansol needs before he asks.

Hansol falls asleep, lulled by Seungkwan’s heartbeat.

–

“I know we pulled straws, but you can room with Seungkwan if you want,” Soonyoung offers. Hansol’s stomach turns inside out. “I can talk to hyung - “

“No,” Hansol clears his throat. “No, it’s okay. It’s cool.”

Soonyoung tilts his head in confusion but Hansol puts his earphones in before he can push the issue. He knows Soonyoung is being nice, but it’s for the best. Really. Even though Seungkwan had pouted, full of disappointment, “why can’t we pick our roommates hyuuuuung?” Hansol had forced a laugh at his silliness, and everyone else laughed along with him.

But. He can’t. He can’t. If Seungkwan is right across from him, in the same room, Hansol doesn’t think he’ll be strong enough to resist him.

They keep growing, the two of them. Hansol, more like a weed, while Seungkwan blooms, the tallest sunflower in the field. They keep growing, and so does this thing in Hansol’s chest. Sprouted from the minute Seungkwan smiled at him for the first time.

–

Dinner is just the two of them. Seungkwan’s mom serves them, cooking all of Seungkwan’s old favorites, before leaving them alone with a smile that makes Hansol’s skin flush. Any paranoid thoughts disappear with the spoonful of marinated crab Seungkwan shoves in his mouth.

“Haaa, this is so good!”

“Isn’t it?” Seungkwan watches him eat with sparkling eyes. Grin stretching further and further with every compliment that spills out of Hansol’s mouth. Hansol eats until he’s bursting, wanting to bask in Seungkwan’s happiness for as long as possible. “I’ll make a Jeju boy out of you,” Seungkwan laughs when they’ve cleared the table.

Please, Hansol does not say. Does not beg.

–

When he was too young to name the thing in his chest, Hansol used to cling to Seungkwan as freely as Seungkwan clings to him now. Uncaring of the hyungs’ giggles and side-eyes.

When he’s older, the first time he tries to name the floaty, tickling sensation that comes around every time he hears Seungkwan sings, he shuts down. Suddenly painfully aware of the eyes on them and unable to bear the weight.

He can’t. He can’t. It’s easier to push Seungkwan away. Tries to stamp down the growth, but it’s ivy, it’s moss, spreading no matter how much Hansol snips away at it. Rejecting Seungkwan’s invitations, avoiding his hands. Looking away from his sad eyes.

Still, no matter what he does, Seungkwan continues to water it. Unknowingly, unflinchingly. Keeping it strong. Steadfast with his love.

–

“Aren’t you too tall? Chwe Hansol,” Seungkwan grumbles as he tries to get comfortable. Hansol is flat on his back, eyes closed, trying to ignore Seungkwan’s warm body squirming next to him.

“Sleep like a normal person,” Hansol murmurs. He’s warm too, belly full from dinner. A weird feeling, for his muscles to be so relaxed while his brain is buzzing. He doesn’t react when Seungkwan settles on curling on his side, chin resting on Hansol’s shoulder.

“You’re sleeping like a starfish,” Seungkwan snickers, poking Hansol’s cheek. “Shall I tell you a bedtime story, Hansollie?”

“Mm.” Hansol tries to keep his eyes closed but he can’t resist. He opens them, watching Seungkwan gesture wildly as he recounts some silly tale from his school days. Hansol stares, the way he always does, because when it’s Seungkwan, there’s no looking away.

At one point, Seungkwan laughs at his own joke, head thrown back, incandescent in his glee, and Hansol can feel it again. He feels it all the time; in his fingers that itch to reach out, in his throat demanding him to speak. It’s spread, growing into his veins, soaked in his blood.

He exhales.

Seungkwan notices him staring. “Sol-ah, did you say something?”

Hansol caves. He turns on his side too, so that they’re facing each other. Wordlessly, he extends his hand and Seungkwan takes it, smile softening into tenderness. Hansol never wants to leave this bed. They could make a home here, just the two of them. He wants to open his mouth, and let the tangled overgrowth pass from between his lungs, into Seungkwan’s.

“We can sleep like this,” Seungkwan says drowsily, eyes slipping shut. “Holding… hands…”

Hansol watches Seungkwan fall asleep. They’re close enough that he can feel the warmth of Seungkwan’s breath on his cheek. His hand still curled in Hansol’s.

Hansol lies there, emptying every word he does not say in the silent space between them. Impossibly wishing that Seungkwan will wake in the morning, knowing it all.

AHHHHHH seokmin becoming human,,, jeonghan trying to explain that it's a new emotion for him and then seokmin feeling RAGE. beautiful!!

Ship/Member: Hoshi/Wonwoo / Wonwoo/Woozi
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: yearning, you me against the world but they say our love is doomed, basically if cql were played by svt members lol
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Lan Wangji: 你把我當成什麼人? / What kind of person do you take me for?

Wei Wuxian: 我曾經把你當做我畢生知己 / I had once thought that, in my lifetime, you would be the one who knew me.

Lan Wangji: 現在仍是 / I still am.

- Episode 25, The Untamed

He is half of my soul, as the poets say.

- Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

You taught me the courage of stars before you left
How light carries on endlessly, even after death

- Saturn, Sleeping At Last

是与非都过往 / Once together, now it’s all in the past

- Xiao Zhan & Wang Yibo, Wuji

***

I'm sorry if this is a lot but feel free to just hand-pick whichever quote speaks to you the most!!! Also, if you need more brain worms for the first quote, read at the very end of this post for a different reinrerpretation of it: https://hunxi--guilai-tumblr-com.cdn.ampproject.org/v/s/hunxi-guilai.tumblr.com/post/612161034673946624/all-right-guys-lets-have-a-conversation-about/amp?amp_js_v=a6&_gsa=1&usqp=mq331AQKKAFQArABIIACAw%3D%3D#aoh=16407405172354&referrer=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com&_tf=From%20%251%24s&share=https%3A%2F%2Fhunxi-guilai.tumblr.com%2Fpost%2F612161034673946624%2Fall-right-guys-lets-have-a-conversation-about

Edited 2021-12-29 02:23 (UTC)

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2022 Round 1: Quotes

between the breaths

Re: [FILL] when you look at me

Re: pull it out without questioning why

Re: [FILL] don't you hate it when you love someone

Re: [FILL] fight each other or for each other

no subject

farquaad pointing jpg The Seokgyucore

I can't help it, I love the way men love

Re: [FILL] love/loss languages

Re: [FILL] distance: 4.35 years

Re: [FILL] Puppy Grin

a little wicked

[FILL] The price we pay

longing for lost love

no subject

what am I to you

[FILL] how to become a good dog

zero signs of kismet

Seokmin&Wonwoo - Sometimes the Brother is Fine

no subject

maths is complicated

feel it in my face when i least expect it

[FILL] a thousand roots, growing

Re: it hurts, it hurts, it hurts

did someone say pain?

2022 Round 1: Quotes

between the breaths

Re: [FILL] when you look at me

Re: pull it out without questioning why

Re: [FILL] don't you hate it when you love someone

Re: [FILL] fight each other or for each other

no subject

*farquaad pointing jpg* The Seokgyucore

I can't help it, I love the way men love

Re: [FILL] love/loss languages

Re: [FILL] distance: 4.35 years

Re: [FILL] Puppy Grin

a little wicked

[FILL] The price we pay

longing for lost love

no subject

what am I to you

[FILL] how to become a good dog

zero signs of kismet

Seokmin&Wonwoo - Sometimes the Brother is Fine

no subject

maths is complicated

feel it in my face when i least expect it

[FILL] a thousand roots, growing

Re: it hurts, it hurts, it hurts

did someone say pain?

farquaad pointing jpg The Seokgyucore