17hols | 2022 Round 1: Quotes

2022 Round 1: Quotes

Status: Closed

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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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Prompting

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Ship/Member: Any Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: N/A Do Not Wants: None Prompt: <blockquote>[QUOTE GOES HERE] </blockquote>

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Ship/Member: Any Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: N/A Permission to remix: Yes/No/Please ask ***

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❮ ROUND 1: QUOTES ❯

ROUND 2: ALTERNATE UNIVERSES

ROUND 3: LAST WORDS

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i am actually SO obsessed with this? joshua is so annoying and soonyoung likes him so much, the poor thing ;____; i their dialogue feels so cartoon-esque and true to the soonie and shua we know which is so cool of you to do :') plus the idea of jhong as black cat, really... i'd kiss your brain if i could. thanks for writing!

oh my GOD this is. amazing. i will actually have to read this a few more times in order to articulate my thoughts but thank u so much for writing!?!? wow

Ki T______T (sounds of my heart breaking from far far away) WHERE TO START. The gyuhaoisms of this, even though they are not even the ones getting married, are so sharp. The atmosphere is incredibly tense but you manage to weave in these lines that speak to such love and warmth, despite the doom, despite the fear and loneliness. The section beginning, As long as all thirteen of them were alive at the same time and on the same planet Minghao thought they would always come home to each other somehow. ?! IT'S PERFECT.

When you first hit us with that "fifth arrondissement" and I realized this was apocalyptic PARIS of all places... AHHH. The way you slowly unroll this universe is sooooo delicious and awful. The sky is darkening, brumous, festering with the kind of despair he used to feel dunked in when they’d have to wake up in the sunless dawn in the winter for early schedules. The only thing that made those mornings bearable was his best friend asleep in the backseat next to him, smelling like something officially called cypress and amber but something Mingyu only knew as Minghao in the morning. Gosh how beautiful. There are so many visual cues here, I LOVE that we get to actually see Paris falling apart as Mingyu reflects. The way that he's physically rushing across the city feels like a convoluted vers of the hero's journey. I don't know what Melancholia is but I'm moving there ASAP if it's like this!

He thought he’d dress himself up. Go out in style. Stand up and say, Hey, my heartbreaker, my stray bird, my lost star, I choose you again. I choose you! .... I AM OUT OF MY MIND NOW THANKS! YOU'RE INCREDIBLE

Ship/Member: Mingyu/Seokmin
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Bridgerton AU set in South Korea
Permission to remix: Yes

***

"There would be nothing worse than to be tied down in a political courtship," Mingyu confessed to Seokmin, forthright. They were walking along the river in the height of spring, and the falling cherry blossoms slid down the spokes of the pale yellow parasol Mingyu held up for them both. The people around them were horribly pretending not to look at them as intently as they were.

"I want to marry for love," insisted Seokmin, saying much of the same thing. "It seems pointless to promise yourself for anything less."

Mingyu paused and turned to face him. "Do we not agree?" he proposed, surprised by their equal footing on the matter for once.

The sleeves of Seokmin's powder blue jungchimak fluttered in the breeze like the petals raining down. He met Mingyu's eyes for such a brief moment that it could almost be mistaken for the sort of consideration he had all but declared Mingyu unworthy of from their first meeting.

Seokmin sighed, "Were you even listening to me at all?", a simple reaffirmation that he still wasn’t. He continued on past the shade of the umbrella, obstinate, and all Mingyu could do was trail after him like any other besotted fool in his wake.

***

They said it was a waste for Mingyu to have status and talent and to be as handsome and charming as he was when he exhibited not the least bit of interest in settling down, season after season. They still pushed their sons and daughters toward him, hoping to catch him changing his mind.

They said Seokmin wouldn’t go a month into his debut without an engagement. Now that it was April, they corrected themselves and said that Seokmin could only be too picky to be satisfied.

Wonwoo said when he noticed Mingyu staring across the courtyard, “Love has turned you desperate,” because he didn’t have the tact to say anything but the truth when it came to people outside himself. “I never thought you were capable.”

Seokmin smiled at the suitor he was walking with. He’d never bothered to look at Mingyu like that before. “At most, it’s a trivial infatuation,” he reasoned thickly. “Nothing more.”

***

Mingyu found Seokmin sitting on the fringes of the festival. “We should dance,” he offered immediately. “There are a lot of people tonight.”

Seokmin was fixated on the crowd. Across where couples were dancing was Yoon Jeonghan, walking alongside his wife. They had married last autumn, just as the gingko leaves fell. Mingyu had been in attendance, and Seokmin had worn the same look of beatific devastation in the distance, merely more hardened and removed now.

“I want to marry for love,” Seokmin said again without looking at him, the only acknowledgment of Mingyu’s presence beside him at all. “I don’t want to settle for less.” He said it like he would rather die otherwise.

Mingyu had enough shame to turn away. “Of course,” he managed. I would love you, if you let me, he meant to say. I already do. But that was too akin to a boyish vulnerability he’d long thought himself above.

He proffered his hand to Seokmin, who met Mingyu's eyes for such a brief moment that it could almost be mistaken for the sort of consideration he had all but declared Mingyu unworthy of from their first meeting, before placing his own in Mingyu’s palm. Mingyu grinned with his canines. “So let’s put on a show,” fueled by that fleeting glance of fatalistic hope, to his own detriment.

Edited 2021-12-30 19:20 (UTC)

Ship/Member: josh/any, josh/minghao
Major Tags: the horror of living inside your body, the horror of letting somebody do something with it
Additional Tags: references to past trauma/traumatic events
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

my body walking out of the room / bent on some deadly errand / and me up on the ceiling just sort of fading out
— anne carson, “all we as leaves”

Edited 2021-12-30 19:18 (UTC)

OHHHHHHH MY GOD. this is THE seokgyu thesis. seokmin wanting mingyu at his mercy, justifying what he did by saying it took the pressure off mingyu showing that he simultaneously knows him AND is jealous of him,, you hit the nail on the head as always!!!

This is lovely and so delicately crafted. Your dialogue and descriptions are just gorgeously real,, thank you for sharing this!!

Oh this is so warm and sweet T__T I love how you incorporated memories from their time together as svt and the act of eating together as a mundane happy little ritual. The idea that even the smallest dreams can be enough... I love that, thank you!

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

Prompt:

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

this is stunning... you use these images to such devastating ends, and to have minghao live out this pyrrhic victory is so ;__; my favorite line is “With a dog, we need to have a dog.” Seokmin says, sounding absolutely convinced that this house by the beach would not be perfect without a terrier nipping at their heels. it's so so seokmin and makes the lines after so heartbreaking T___T thank you so much for writing this!!!

ahhh i'm really glad you liked it!!! and truthfully i wanted a hopeful ending for my own sake... in my head the relationship is still salvageable through a little honesty. thank you for this lovely comment! <3

ahah yes i think you're totally right, you do deserve to feel hopeful about the ending. i went into this wanting to depict a more thorough ending but i ended up being vaguer about things LOL. anyways i'm very glad to hear you liked reading this!!! thank you <33

i seriously feel like i'm watching lsm on stage
AHHH thank you i was definitely imagining arthurkyeom but like. evil. this means so much to me
desire is seriously so sexy but absence of it even more so
god you always say things to me that make me feel crazy and insane. im obsessed with you btw

and thank you leaving this wonderful comment YOU are incredible <3 i'm so glad you liked it!!!!

joshua_hong_impact.mp4 shut uppppp i hate that this made me laugh
ahhhh i'm really glad the emotions came through ; _ ; lee jihoon big softie thank you for reading and commenting emi!!! love u always

thank you ; _ ; !! it was a really fun prompt to fill

Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Junhui
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: No banana's feelings were hurt in the making of this fic, humor, dumb dumb humor, halfway through the art gallery became an art museum uuuh
Permission to remix: Yes

A/N: Everything mentioned in this fic about this wall banana is true, unfortunately.
***
Jun is full of bad good ideas and good bad ideas. He is not sure which this one is yet. Highly depends on whether he comes out of this as single as he was a week ago.

See, he got himself a date which makes this a good idea but it's a date at an art museum which is a bad idea because he doesn't understand art. Like sure if a painting is pretty and has nice colors, it's pretty and has nice colors. He's not really sure about the paintings that are just a white canvas and a splotch of red that looks like someone spilled ketchup on a table. Even Minghao's, his roommate's, paintings are difficult to understand for him at times.

And that's paintings, not even….whatever this is.

He tries not to grimace looking at the human sized ragdoll on the floor of the museum. It's made of old rice sacks and stuffed with what looks like hay and newspaper. The face is drawn on like a toddler got hold of their parents' make up bag. Is it just him or do the eyes seem to be staring right at him?

"'The stuffed doll represents the oncoming second Great Depression.'" The deep voice fills the room despite its softness.

He turns to the man reading the plaque of the cordoned off rice sack rag doll. Jeon Wonwoo, his date, looks as handsome as ever. His glasses frame a sharp clean face and his tall frame is accentuated by his long beige coat. Jun still can't believe that after months of pining and maybe-not-so-lowkey stalking, he is finally on a date with his crush. Which is why he is in an art museuem. Admittedly he had panicked when he chose the venue. All he knew was that Wonwoo enjoyed museums (according to Minghao) and he guessed he probably enjoys art (he's a literature major and he's, uh, friends with Minghao? Maybe he should stop using Minghao as his sole source of Wonwoo information).

"I-I guess that makes sense," Jun agrees, nodding his head eagerly. It did not make sense to him.

"'The doll's wailing at randomly generated intervals shows the ignored cries of the lower class during this economic crisis,'" his date (heh) continues.

"Did you say waili- argh oh my god!" Jun screams as the doll suddenly lets out a screech making him flinch and cling to Wonwoo.

The man lets out a laugh at Jun's peril and he would be offended if he wasn't so endeared.

They walk together through the near empty gallery looking at more and more…'abstract' artworks, is the polite way of putting it. There's a taxidermied duck sitting on top of a pink Krispy Kreme donut immortalized in resin which was to represent the societal struggle of femininity. Another display had a pair of hopefully clean briefs on a wire hanger, signed by the artist and titled 'Mother'. Through all of this he had managed to hide his confused noises into hums of supposed intrigue. Every time he briefly glanced at his date to gauge his reaction, he only got the sight of a concentrated pout or some murmur of acknowledgement of the plaques of each piece. After passing what is literally a stack of bricks, Jun thinks he's gotten the hang of pretending to know what on earth is going on.

Until they reach the banana and Jun breaks.

In a large empty room there is a single banana duct taped to the wall.

"It's a banana," Jun murmured.

Wonwoo steps up closer to the spotlighted hung fruit to read the information next to it.

"It's called the 'Comedian'. 'This piece is a symbol of global trade and a witty double entendre. The angle of the duct tape and the banana are chosen with precision to properly emulate the intended message-,'"

"What message?!" Jun hissed.

"'-This is the third edition of the piece. The first and second having sold at £91,000 each-'"

"No."

"-and the third edition bought by this museum at £114,000-'"

"Oh my god."

"'-Each edition comes with its own certificate of authenticity. The original banana was bought at a Miami supermarket. The bananas are regularly replaced as seen fit.' Huh, interesting."

Silence rang through the room as they both stared at the bruised strapped fruit.

"Th-this is a joke," Jun whispers in horrified awe.

Wonwoo spares him a glance, "No, it's a banana."

Jun looks at him incredulously.

"This. This isn't even the original banana."

"Well, they said they have a certificate of authentici-"

"No! This is- It's, it's stupid! This banana costs my university fees and it's not even the real banana? The Miami banana? The donut makes more sense and it's a donut with a duck on it! Even the pile of bricks and the ugly doll, oh stop wailing you stupid thing, is less of a joke than this goddamned penis replacement fruit! I don't understand and I'm sorry but none of this is art, it's just, it's just fart!"

And Wonwoo laughs. Hard. Practically guffaws. It's probably the loudest he has ever heard him. He's even clapping at Jun's misery.

"Oh, oh, god. I'm so glad you think the same way," he breathes out, clinging onto Jun's shoulder to stop himself from tumbling forward into giggles.

"What."

"I had no idea what we were looking at the entire time. You just seemed so interested and I didn't want to offend you," Wonwoo explained somewhat sheepishly.

"I thought you liked this stuff so I pretended I knew what was going on!" Jun exclaimed, "Minghao said you go to museums and stuff with him so I thought…"

Wonwoo blinks, "Ah, I usually go to science and history museums. If I go to art museums, it's usually the historical paintings. It's really fascinating and sometimes hilarious how various eras portray felines."

"Oh, I love ugly medieval lions!"

"I think there's a medieval art section at the back. Are you interested?"

Jun looped his arm around Wonwoo's and smiles widely at him.

"Absolutely bananas."

Ship/Member: Any (but if you put Chan in it I may sell my soul)
Major Tags: nsfw implied
Additional Tags: first times, overly enthusiastic sexual exploration, you may take creature of the night literally
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Toucha, toucha, toucha, touch me,
I wanna be dirty,
thrill me, chill me, fullfill me,
Creature of the night

-Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch Me
Song by Richard O'Brien

Ship/Member: Joshua centric, Joshua/Seungcheol/Jeonghan
Major Tags: idolverse, implied sexual content
Additional Tags: repressing emotions! josh hong vs seventeen's joshua, feeling like a foreigner in your parents' country
Permission to remix: pls ask
a/n: you got me with the sufjan that's for sure. happy bday joshy!

***

I can't sleep and I miss your face
In my hands and in my knees
Tell me what you wanna do to me
Tell me what you'll do, please

I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be alone anymore
-Phoebe Bridgers

The skinship is one of the hardest things to get used to. Joshua doesn’t think he's insecure about his manhood or whatever. He’s bro-hugged plenty of his church friends. No stranger to friendly affection.

But it’s different here, in trainee life. Pushed to your physical, emotional, and mental limits, and the only comfort in your fellow trainees. Despite this, Joshua is still awkward around them. Tensing at Seokmin’s random back-hugs and Soonyoung nuzzles. He doesn’t dislike it, he’s just. Not used to it.

Things stay stagnant until Jeonghan and Seungcheol decide to carve their place in his life. Without his permission. Jeonghan, who rests his sweaty head on Joshua’s shoulder after every dance practice. Seungcheol, who is the first to roughhouse with Joshua, pinning him on the floor with a victorious smile.

Both of them shake him up entirely. Greedy, childish hands on a soda bottle, shaking and shaking until he spills over.

–

He and Jeonghan share a hotel room on tour. Joshua understands touch better as a language now, in the way Jeonghan absentmindedly pets at his hair, his cheeks, his neck. His returning touches are brief, but just as meaningful. He hopes.

“Let’s invite Cheollie,” Jeonghan says, mischief lighting up his face. “Hyung night!”

Joshua tilts his head. “Okay.”

Seungcheol is a real cuddler, snatching Joshua by the waist and pushing him to bed. Jeonghan clambers up on his other side, cackling like a goblin.

Joshua feels trapped by both of them. His shirt has ridden up a little, the warmth of Seungcheol’s fingers on bare skin coupled with Jeonghan’s hot breath in his ear, a shock to his system.

He focuses on laughing, forcing it out of his body. There’s nothing else he can do. Nothing that he’ll allow, anyways.

–

Joshua doesn’t feel like a “hyung” the way Jeonghan and Seungcheol do. Even though Seungcheol’s the youngest in his family, he takes to leader so naturally. Jeonghan, an actual older brother, takes care of everyone in a lot of little ways.

Joshua doesn’t measure up. Still the awkward, foreign interloper. So, he listens. He lets everyone talk to him, even though his Korean is still clumsy. He holds his hands out, a helpless gesture, surprised at how many of them want to latch on.

–

“Shua is good at this,” Seungcheol murmurs once, head in Joshua’s lap, Joshua scratching at his scalp with his free hand as he scrolls through his phone.

“Joshuji take care of me,” Jeonghan will whine after a night of drinking, clinging until Joshua is practically carrying him to bed.

Joshua pulled his hands away from them long time ago, but these two still have a firm hold on him.

–

Fanservice is a different animal than skinship. Pointed encouragement from management shoved Seungcheol and Jeonghan together in their early days. The two oldest, popularity skyrocketing.

Joshua stands on the outside, amused smile painted on. Clown makeup. At every fansign, watching his friends all over each other, breathing a fantasy to life.

“They’re too good at it,” Jihoon mutters under his breath, a perpetual fanservice anti. “It almost feels real.”

Joshua’s smile nearly cracks.

He knows it’s real.

–

The thing is, Joshua has worked too hard to risk anything. Moving here, burying parts of himself that were unsuitable for idol life. Navigating between Josh Hong and Hong Jisoo to become Seventeen’s Joshua. Reshaping, remodeling, recreating.

He’s worked too goddamn hard. He can’t risk it. Not for Jeonghan. Not for Seungcheol.

Not for both of them.

–

He walks into the room he’s sharing with Seungcheol, and Jeonghan is in bed with him. Their bodies curled together, the two of them shirtless. Jeonghan lifts his head, the skin of his cheeks pink. A peach, juicy and inviting. His mouth looks swollen and Joshua’s own dries.

Seungcheol looks up too, pretty eyes hooded. “Shua,” he rasps in a tone Joshua has only ever heard in dreams. “Come to bed?”

“I forgot I promised Vernon something,” he replies faintly. “Sorry.” Turning around before Jeonghan can protest. If Jeonghan speaks too, Joshua will be lost.

He thinks he hears the wet sound of a kiss before he exits. He walks quicker, ignoring the silent scream building in him, begging for him to turn around. Go back to them.

–

“If you’re struggling, I want you to tell me.” Seungcheol is serious, but sincere, saying the words slowly so that there’s no chance for Joshua to misunderstand. “You can rely on me, Jisoo. Okay?”

“Okay,” Joshua replies, knowing very well he’s never going to do so. Seungcheol, who’s been here forever, talented and hard-working and much more deserving than Joshua ever will be. Seungcheol, who already takes care of everyone. He wouldn’t dare.

Jeonghan is the one he ends up telling. “It’s too hard.” He has his face buried in his knees, unable to look Jeonghan in the face as he confesses. “I’m going to call my mom, I’m going to go back - “

He’s ready to babble, English mixing with Korean, when Jeonghan forces his head up.

“I’m here,” Jeonghan speaks in the same, measured way Seungcheol does. “It is too hard. But I’m here. Try a little longer. With me. Okay?”

It’s Jeonghan asking, so Joshua doesn’t have much of a choice. “Okay,” he agrees helplessly.

–

Jeonghan and Seungcheol taking a hiatus at the same time hits Joshua hard. He represses it, he’s the oldest in the group right now and that means something. Jihoon and Soonyoung are good at taking the leader roles, but Joshua needs to be the hyung. Paints the smile, holds hands and wipes tears.

He’d always known he wasn’t much without those two, but it’s sobering to actually live through it.

Are you eating well? he texts in a group chat with only them. He’s worn out, Seokmin sleeping beside him. The I miss you is implied, obvious. Joshua is vulnerable enough to actually type it out.

I love you, Seungcheol sends back.

Idiot, Jeonghan replies. Send me a selca!

–

“Come to bed,” Jeonghan orders. Despite his tone, he looks just as nervous as Seungcheol. Matching hope in their eyes, staring right through Joshua standing in the doorway. They’ve been waiting for him, all this time.

They hold their hands out, and Joshua finally takes them.

“Okay,” he says.

Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Chan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: the use of the word 'tsundere'
Do Not Wants: None

Love the thought of young Wonwoo who tries to be cool but ends up being cold when he's actually warm and earnest.

Prompt:

The king of tsunderes! One time the two of us went out to eat, but he was so quiet throughout the meal, I got a little worried. But after we ate, he asked if I wanted to go to the aquarium with him. He was super nice to me then!! At this moment I realized that this is what the world calls a tsundere.

-Dino, regarding Wonwoo

Source + translation: https://twitter.com/pinkseungkwanie/status/1015263843734380547?s=19

Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Jeonghan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: magic, murder, catboy wonwoo, witch jeonghan, chaotic evil jeonghan, chaotic neutral wonu who only cares about jeonghan
Permission to remix: Yes

my little meow meow (evil) i've been staring at this title for two days
***

The world is burning, and Wonwoo doesn’t care.

Well, ok, the whole world isn’t burning, to be technically accurate. But the royal palace surely is - clouds of smoke so dense and dark that could be seen from miles away. For sure they can be seen from their small house on top of the cliff.

Jeonghan stares out of the window, the glow of the fire illuminating his face in shades of gold, a vision of beauty and destruction. His eyes are bright, his lashes casting long shadows over the apple of his cheeks.

Wonwoo blinks at him, but he’s too busy staring at the fire to blink back.

“Burn, baby, burn,” Jeonghan says under his breath, scratching Wonwoo behind the ears, blunt nails scraping the perfect spot at the back of his neck, the ones that makes him curl into a ball and start purring like crazy.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Wonwoo-yah?” Jeonghan asks him, as he presses the hand that isn’t busy caressing Wonwoo against the glass. “They got what they deserved, all of them.”

People are burning, and Wonwoo doesn’t care.

The yells can’t be heard from where they’re sitting, but Wonwoo knows that the fire caught them by surprise - Jeonghan’s spell was casted in the middle of the night, while people were in their beds, the king, the queen, their children. The people who hurt Jeonghan.

They woke up to the smell of smoke, scurrying like little rats to escape the burning charm, but it was already too late - and the flames, oh the flames, they’re so high and so hot, unstoppable. Jeonghan really knows how to cast a spell, Wonwoo has to give him that.

Jeonghan sits in his chair a little longer, and Wonwoo rubs his little face against his fingers, a loud purr coming out of his throat. Jeonghan is happy, and that makes him happy, too.

The night is long, and the fire is strong - Jeonghan’s smile widens the deeper the darkness gets, the higher the flames become, the louder the screams grow. Wonwoo's purring makes his whole little body vibrate, in his first row seat at the destruction of Jeonghan’s enemies.

“I think I deserve a kiss for my hard work,” Jeonghan says after a little while, shaking himself out of his reverie. The copper hue of the flames haloes his blonde hair, making it burn.

Wonwoo stirs in his laps, rolling onto his back and stretching his limbs out, until they’re growing, reshaping themselves.

He’s still in Jeonghan’s lap, but his fur is gone, and he’s very much naked. Jeonghan doesn’t mind.

“You do deserve a kiss,” Wonwoo tells him, before molding their mouths together in a reward that Jeonghan deserves for all he’s done - for all he’s done tonight, and all he’s done for Wonwoo, as well.

The world could burn, and Wonwoo wouldn’t care. All he cares about is Jeonghan’s happiness.

when i saw this in my inbox i immediately squealed hi hello thank you for writing this oh so delicious fill,,, wonhan ending up together in the end (two cynics) and watching the sun (kmg, which scream.) from afar, left pining + a lot of what ifs in between them. the history!!! this was everything and more....

"When?" he says, and then remembers himself. "That's nice. Good for him." i'm obsessed with kindness as a cruelty + a cruel burden to bear and it comes across just so well in this with jeonghan who is hurting but also trying his best to be happy (bc he's supposed to be?)

oh oh oh and The point is: they're solid, but they've worked for it. You can't just let life run its course. Nothing worth having comes without a fight.

Jeonghan knows that. Wonwoo knows that.
...
Jeonghan lives in the real world, and Wonwoo lives there with him.

That's why they never would have worked." UGH and the lines after about how coming back together as two instead of three revealed all the spaces and cracks where a third body - a third boy - would have fit becoming wounds + places of hurt killed me... the vindictive ending is something i'd also see fitting for this particular wonhan bc i feel that their principle is forgive but never forget. this was awesome thank you again (i feel like this is all i can say)...

you are so insane im screaming into my pillow

ohhhh this is such a treat. where do i even start?!?! i'm only somewhat familiar with bridgerton (i haven't watched it) but this au really worked for me. like the bridge between fake dating and seokgyu's begrudging partnership is *chef's kiss* very excellent. between managing the social pressure and both of them being horrible at the dating scene, this premise is perfect for seokgyu because 1) they have the same issue and 2) need each other to maintain the facade. and seokmin is just so headstrong (the sort of consideration he had all but declared Mingyu unworthy of from their first meeting) and mingyu is kind of a wreck who is out here catching feelings even though seokmin is RUDE... i love them!!! your mind!!! also love how much went unspoken but Felt throughout the fic

all Mingyu could do was trail after him like any other besotted fool in his wake
he is whipped i love to see it

he didn’t have the tact to say anything but the truth when it came to people outside himself
read jww for filth in just one sentence, amazing

too akin to a boyish vulnerability he’d long thought himself above
oh mingyu...

anyway i enjoyed this sm and your writing is very lovely and introspective, thank you so much for sharing <3

Ship/Member: Vernon & Woodz, Vernon-centric
Major Tags: alien vernon, UFOs, woodz is there, vaguely magic realism/urban fantasy vibes?
Additional Tags: N/A
Permission to remix: Yes

sorry this may not be quite as serious as what you had in mind and also sorry i didn't do rocket line for an alien prompt >__<

***

vernon was not so much born as dropped out of the sky. his mother musses his hair til he grumbles and squirms, calls him her little star, says she asked for a child and got one.

you wouldn't know it just by looking at him. he'd be any normal boy, but for the glow about him, the way gravity seems to affect him a little less than everyone else. when he starts asking around about ufo chasers it makes people itch and squint at him; what's a nice young man like him doing trying to find a ufo chaser?

when he finds one, they ask him the same thing. “sure, i’ve seen an alien,” seungyoun scoffs, leans in close over the table of the shitty diner they're meeting in. “have you?”

“i am one, i think.” vernon swills his coffee around like he might be able to hypnotize himself by looking into it. “could you get me home?”

he and seungyoun spend a lot of nights laid out in the bed of seungyoun’s truck, watching the sky for any hint of green among the black. “i wish i could pay you for this,” vernon always says, and seungyoun laughs at him and buys him dinner. he tries not to question where seungyoun gets the money.

and he tells seungyoun why he's looking. “it's not as if i was the only kid in town who glowed a bit all the time,” vernon says. “there was this girl in my middle school who could make plants grow and bloom just by touching them. but like, that made sense, ‘cause her mom could do it too. she was human.”

“and you aren't?” seungyoun always says, one of his rhetorical questions. “isn't it pretty scientifically accepted by now, that most of us come from stardust?”

“yeah, sure.” this is the point in the night where it gets cold, where vernon and seungyoun inch closer to each other on the futon in the truck bed. “i’m not stardust, though. you'd laugh if you ever saw my baby pictures—they're photos of a shooting star, just white streaks above our garden and me sitting all wide-eyed in a charred circle of grass. when i landed i was smoking.”

vernon loves his mom, really he does, but what if he left a family behind on some distant moon? he makes seungyoun help him unroll paper maps of galaxies, mark off promising nebulas.

“i can only get you as far as the spaceship,” seungyoun says. “after that you're on your own.”

vernon barely sleeps anymore. at night he glows a little brighter, feels a little more alive, and he doesn't want to waste that. he sits up long into the night poring over astronomy books from the library, waiting for his phone to ring and seungyoun’s name to be on the screen.

it never comes, and he's starting to get restless, starting to wonder if maybe he was wrong and there’s nothing out there to go back to.

he nods off around 2 in the morning and wakes a few hours later, squinting against the pale light of dawn. it takes him a moment to realize what woke him—a scratching at his window, someone hissing his name outside.

“you couldn’t fucking call?” he mumbles when he pushes up the screen and finds seungyoun crouching in the tulips outside.

“aliens kind of exploded my phone,” seungyoun says. “it's time to go.”

they pile into seungyoun’s truck. vernon isn't really sure whether he was supposed to pack, doesn't know what to bring to space anyway. he grabs an extra jacket just in case.

he fidgets for the whole drive, enough that seungyoun reaches over and pats his thigh like vernon is a nervous dog in a thunderstorm. they sit in silence until they get to the big field where they always sit and watch the sky, and sure enough there's something hovering over it.

“well, bye then,” he says. seungyoun laughs at him.

“man, you really are an alien, huh?”

vernon picks his way across the field and seungyoun follows, standing at a distance as vernon looks up and takes in what could be his family. the ship isn’t a silver disc like he expected, but sleek and brass-colored, shaped like—well. it's hard to say. he's never really seen anything like it.

he steps into the floodlights, hears the smooth whir of the engines.

turns around and walks away.

“what the fuck, dude,” seungyoun says, hands thrown wide. “i did all this work for months to find you a spaceship, and you're fucking walking away?”

vernon shrugs. “i looked at it, and i realized i didn't know what it was.”

they amble back across the field, seungyoun kicking at clumps of grass, swinging his keys from one finger. behind them, the ufo whines softly back up into the clouds.

“i think, if i got on that ship, i would have been just as much an alien wherever it went,” says vernon. “i mean, i don't know for sure.”

“but you didn't wanna find out?” seungyoun asks.

“nah.” it's comforting, how seungyoun's truck sputters when it starts and rattles like it might fall apart as they drive back down the dirt road towards town. the ship above them had been too quiet.

vernon had thought that when he finally saw a spaceship it would feel familiar, but the truth is—this is what's familiar. his house with its peeling paint and the smell of the coffee his mom makes, the potholes in the road and how seungyoun swears when he hits them.

this, noisy and dirty and smudged at the edges, is home.

i loved how i asked for wonhan and i got wonhan (me also coming from a particularly nasty gyuwonhan that i also asked for) thank u for making my dreams come true :3

this whole thing is absolutely cinematic and it almost feels like im in a movie, or in some sort of dream. i loved the little tidbits/lines that you put in there that give us a sense of + characterize wonhan: ie. he doesn’t know why he had called wonwoo in the first place. he should have taken the bus home, ordered some chinese food and slept the day off. like it was any other day. / ...wonwoo meets his eyes through the rear view mirror for a brief moment, asking why without asking , the other little tidbits about their order preferences - which absolutely killed me btw, i am a huge advocate of love being stored in food/knowing how someone likes their food). it gives this delicious sense of reluctance, like i care for you but it kind of kills me to admit it because i'm not really sure where you stand on the matter PLUS our shared history makes me scared of being committed to being hurt again. like a, i've been down this road before, and what has it gotten me? ITS SO GOOD.

and jeonghan's being horrible on purpose as a defense mechanism to see who's really here to stay plus wonwoo's always thinking/never doing dilemma to get thrown out the window when jeonghan (object of his affection) is in danger i'm clenching my fists.... (
at some point, jeonghan holds back his tears because wonwoo is supposed to be the smart one between them, he shouldn’t have jumped into the water because something worse could have happened, he should have known that it was a prank—

“since when were you this gullible?” jeonghan turns to him, glaring, “even if i was really drowning, you can't jump into the water like that. this isn't a movie, wonwoo.”)

the ending line about going to watch the sea + still having the ambiguity of a nonanswer is like. so them. thank u. thank u so much

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