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!

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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

OH MY GOD josh being sick with envy even though he knows how chan is going to end up!! because that used to be HIM!! "the damp knowledge of experience." i'm dead on the floor. the fact that josh is ENVIOUS even though it ended poorly... bye

this is sooooo unsettling, the tension you wrote in here is insane i love it so much!!! ONLY A BODY CAN BE CAPABLE OF LEAVING A MARK. i love how minghao is still using josh's voice when he responds, that's a clever little detail that drove me nuts to read. love ur brain

T____T uggghhh jihan!!! JIHAN!!! jeonghan really, sincerely, meaning it because he has his own inner voice sabotaging him... and even after they do make it, that voice still haunts him. but joshua drowns it out!!! i am very emo, thank you

noooo the slow degradation of their relationship shown through the texts really broke my heart. VERNON... he tried but joshua called it quits mentally, before vernon could even present his case ): he is just a baby ):

having intense feelings about woozi... this was so good i think you really crafted the weight that he carries, and how success doesn't ease the burden, just makes it heavier and heavier. that quote in the beginning was a good kick in the teeth with the context of the fill too TT JIHOON... I WANNA GIVE YOU A HUG.

Seungkwan is an expert in playing Games, but he will not survive Chwe Hansol. so this is what it feels like to be put in the blender until im nothing but sad verkwanist goop

i am going to fucking merk you. /affectionate

no but what the fuuuuck GRIEF TASTES LIKE SEUNGKWAN'S MOUTH? CHAN NOT CALLING SEUNGKWAN'S NAME BC IT'S TOO ASSOCIATED WITH HANSOL'S??? everything here is so pointed and painful, but this line in particular.... Chan uncurls his fist, lets go of the steering wheel to let their palms meet. BYE HE NEEDED SEUNGKWAN TO FINALLY LET GO OF THE STEERING WHEEL PLEASE. I WANNA END ME

im still reeling from that part where they swam together right before things fell to shit with the rebellion.. knowing what the ocean meant to seungkwan and how he used to think of drifting away with hansol but then him staying behind??? BYE IM OFFICIALLY INSANE I NEED TO GO BURN DOWN THE CAPITOL RIGHT NOW

puts face in my hands. oh my godddddd i can't believe you've done this. mingyu's endless loyalty and devotion, that lingering feeling of love even after the trial... it was so palpable and painful, i'm thrown back to 2010, devastated all over again!

Here’s the thing about Mingyu and Seokmin: never once have they said sorry to each other.

your seokgyu always gets me right in the gut. this is so THEM, the mindless petty little fights, their like-mindedness in how stubborn AND soft they can be. FOOD AS A LOVE LANGUAGE, wah this was so sweet and tender. it was also forgiving which is just soooooo important to :( love this really!!

possibly one of the best ways to start 2022 aaaaaaaaaa seungkwan hoping someone stops him from leaving only to bump into vernon who doesnt stop him but goes with him instead?? a lot of soulmatery happening here... and daring seungkwan we love to see it!!! you go seungkwan!! get him!!! thank you for sharing this happy new year!!!!!

Ship/Member: Joshua/Any, Jihancheol
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: joshua's big tits
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Joshua's charm is his chest muscles. Only I know of this charm! It's the best!

— Choi Seungcheol

When Joshua works out, his arms and chest grow fast so i tell him to not do it all the time.

— Yoon Jeonghan

Edited 2022-01-02 11:15 (UTC)

sorry i didn't reply earlier but god. food as a love language. the SEOKGYUISMS of it all. mwah

Ship/Member: Seokmin, Past Seokmin/Jeonghan,
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: breakups, finding yourself after a relationship ends, healing, and the role friends play in that healing
Permission to remix: Please ask

hi!! idk if this was what you wanted i'm sorry T__T hope you still like it though !!

***

When Seokmin wakes up the day after he and Jeonghan break up, he’s greeted by the buzzing of his doorbell and incessant knocking on the door. His ignores the continuous vibrations from his phone, tucked under his pillow, and sluggishly makes his way to the door.

He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror hanging by the entryway: swollen eyes, hair sticking out in all directions, face puffy - he looks like hell, like he’d cried himself to sleep.
Which he did.

His eyes drift to the small table underneath the mirror, catches a glimpse of his haphazardly-tossed wallet, the small succulent Minghao had given him a few months ago, and his apartment keys, lying in the small dish Jeonghan had made for him when he’d attended that pottery class several weeks ago.

He feels tears rush to his eyes.

But before his tears fall, there’s a voice from the other side of the door. “Seokmin-ah, are you up?”

It’s followed by a muffled complaint. “Stop pushing me, Seungkwan-ah!”

“Stop it!” A third voice hisses. “You’re attracting attention.”

When Seokmin opens the door, he’s greeted by the sight of Mingyu and Seungkwan with their arms full of paper bags, in the middle of a heated glare, and Minghao stuck in between them, holding his phone up to his ear. They all look up at him.

Seokmin blinks again, then promptly bursts into tears.

He’s engulfed in a large hug.

*

The days after his split with Jeonghan pass by in a blur. All Seokmin remembers is going to work, trying to keep it together in front of the young students, going home, crying, and eating whatever’s in his apartment. Mingyu, Minghao, and Seungkwan take turns dropping by his apartment, making sure he looks after himself, never without some food and a sympathetic smile at hand.

Before Seokmin knows it, several days, then a week, then another week has passed.

He must’ve cried himself out the past two weeks, because when he and Minghao accidentally bump into Jeonghan, who’d dropped by his apartment to get all his stuff, he finds that his cheeks are dry.

Minghao’s hand rests comfortingly, protectively on his shoulder. He’s never been the friendliest to people, always reserved, quiet, observant, and even in this instance he’s polite — but there’s an edge to his tone that suggests otherwise as he greets Jeonghan.

Seokmin avoids Jeonghan’s gaze completely, choosing to stare off to the side as Jeonghan passes them by.
He breathes a sigh of relief when the elevator door closes behind him, leaving any trace of him in Seokmin’s life gone. He waits for the tears to come, but they don't. Instead he feels tired, numb, like he’d been hung out to dry. He wants to go to bed.

He feels Minghao’s hand gently hover over the small of his back as he guides them inside his apartment.

*

“He’s got a pretty good voice,” Seungkwan comments absently, pointing his head towards the busker as they eat their ice cream sandwiches.

They’re in the park, and it’s the first time Seokmin’s been out of his apartment that isn’t his workplace. It’s a cloudy afternoon, and there’s a bit of a chill in the air, but Seungkwan had still dragged Seokmin to the ice cream cart at the corner, despite Seokmin having had his fill of ice cream in the past month since the split.

He’s glad for it, though: they were selling his favorite childhood snack - hard blocks of ice cream sandwiched in between two wafers. He’d broken out into a grin at the first bite, eyes widening in surprise - it was just as good as he’d remembered it.

“No wonder he’s making a lot of money,” Seokmin replies, jutting his chin towards the musician while angling the snack so it doesn’t drip onto his sweatpants. An elderly couple stop their strolling to toss some spare change into the can by the busker, and not a moment later they’re followed by a waddling kid who drops a bill into the container.

Seokmin takes a bite of the sandwich, relishing the crunch of the wafers against the creamy ice cream. His gaze returns to the musician, and he doesn’t notice that he’s been staring until Seungkwan breaks the silence.

“Hyung, didn’t you want to learn the guitar before?” Seungkwan muses, taking a bite of his own dessert, before following Seokmin’s gaze. “I remember you even bought a guitar and all.”

“Yeah, but I never got around to doing it,” Seokmin admits sadly, watching on in a mix of envy and admiration as the musician’s sweet crooning of a love ballad attracts a small crowd.

Seokmin shrugs. “And, well, Jeonghan-hyung said that I had a lot on my plate, and it would’ve been hard to balance it along with everything else…” he trails off, the memory of Jeonghan’s worried face when Seokmin had once brought it up appearing for a split-second before Seokmin wills it away.

Seungkwan doesn’t reply. When Seokmin turns to look at him, he spots a small, almost pitiful smile on Seungkwan’s face. “It isn’t too late, you know.”

Seokmin averts his gaze, shrugging his shoulders in a facade of nonchalance. “Yeah, I know.”

Seungkwan nudges his foot, prompting Seokmin to meet his eyes once more. Seungkwan gives him a measured look. “I’m serious. If I can learn to play badminton at twenty-three, despite having the endurance of a middle-aged man, I’m sure you can learn to play the guitar.” This time, it’s Seungkwan who tears his gaze away, glancing over at the busker once more. “Besides, it doesn’t have to take up a lot of your time. It can just be an hour or two each week, you know?”

Seokmin considers Seungkwan’s words. “Maybe,” he muses, brows furrowing as he turns the idea over in his mind. This seems to satisfy Seungkwan enough, and he drops the subject, turning the conversation to his mishap at the coffee shop a week ago.

Seokmin picks up his guitar for the first time in over a year when he gets home.

*

Mingyu’s made a habit of coming over to his apartment on Sunday mornings, making breakfast for them both. Minghao joins them sometimes, so long as he wakes up on time, and Seungkwan occasionally drops by when he isn’t playing badminton, but it’s usually just him and Mingyu.

The past months had consisted of Seokmin sitting at the table he’d set, while Mingyu bustled around the kitchen, slicing, dicing, simmering sauces, caramelizing onions, and doing a bunch of stuff Seokmin didn’t understand. He’d often cry about Jeonghan, and Mingyu would scurry over to hand him a tissue, patting him on the back in comfort, before rushing back to the stove to check on whatever he was cooking.

He hasn’t cried the past few Sundays, however, and Mingyu had been able to go about making breakfast in the tiny kitchen without needing to reach for the tissue box on the countertop.

He’s just finished setting the table. Today, however, instead of sitting down to talk with Mingyu about their weeks, he gets up from his seat and joins Mingyu at the stove. “What are you making?” he asks, tiptoeing to peer over Mingyu’s shoulder.

“I’m making porridge,” Mingyu answers him, stirring the mixture carefully.

Seokmin looks at the dark liquid, a far cry from the rice porridges he was used to. “Why is it brown?”

Mingyu grins. “There’s chocolate in it,” he turns around to beam excitedly at Seokmin, arm never ceasing in its stirring. “It’s a famous breakfast from the Philippines.”

“Oh.” Seokmin bounces on his heels, watching as the liquid in the pot simmers and slowly disappears.

Mingyu turns around to look at him, head tilted to the side. “Wanna help me cook?” he asks, tilting the wooden spoon towards Seokmin.

He glances at the wooden spoon warily. “Really?” he asks. Mingyu was often touted as the clumsy one in the friend group, but Seokmin was surprisingly even more so whenever it came to kitchen matters. He’d tried making dinner with Jeonghan once, but he’d been so jittery and nervous that he’d just gotten in the way, and since then he’d been relegated to table setting duties.

Mingyu nods. “Yeah. You just have to stir the mixture until there’s just enough liquid, then add sugar until it’s as sweet as you want it.”

Seokmin tentatively moves to take the spoon, movements unsure.

Mingyu picks up on his uncertainty, sends a small smile his way. “I’ll help you out.”

Seokmin gets a second serving of the sweet porridge, and a third.

*

Seokmin’s just finished telling Seungkwan about the informal guitar lessons he’d been taking from his coworker, and how much he’s said he’s improved. Seokmin’s on the edge of his seat with pride and anticipating Seungkwan’s response, but Seungkwan says nothing. Instead, he rests his chin on his hand, a small smile on his face.

“What?” Seokmin asks, confused.

“Nothing,” Seungkwan shrugs, the small smile on his face never disappearing. “It’s just really nice to see you so excited about your guitar lessons.”

“It’s always something I’ve wanted to do,” Seokmin cranes his neck at the sound of the bell to look over at the counter, checking to see if it’s their order. “I can’t believe it took me so long to actually do it.”

It isn’t their order. Seokmin settles back into his seat to find that Seungkwan’s still smiling at him. “What?” he asks, voice taking on a slightly higher pitch whenever he whines.

Seungkwan holds his hands up in surrender. “Nothing, really!”

Seokmin squints his eyes at him in suspicion. “I promise!” Seungkwan crosses a finger over his heart solemnly.

Seokmin settles back into his seat, his guard still up.

Seungkwan settles back into his seat, shrugging. “I’ve just…” he trails off, pausing for a moment. “I’ve really missed eating out with you.”

Seokmin looks at him, now more confused than suspicious. “We’ve had dinner together almost every week at my apartment.”

“Yeah but,” Seungkwan shrugs, the mysterious smile appearing on his face once more. “It’s different this time.”

Their conversation is cut off as the waitress places their orders on their tables, and for a while it’s silent as they dig into the steaming bowls of ramen.

Seokmin clambers into bed that night, stomach full from their meal earlier, as is his heart.

*

“Seokmin?”

It’s been a little over half a year since he’d heard that voice.

Seokmin turns around, sees Jeonghan make his way towards him, empty basket in hand.

He looks good. His hair’s grown out, almost reaching the tips of his shoulders, and Seokmin vaguely wonders if he’s going to grow his hair out the way he did when they first met, hair falling past his shoulder blades.

Seokmin clears his throat, sends a tentative smile his way. “Hyung! How have you been?” he asks, Jeonghan coming to a stop right in front of him.

“I’ve been doing fine,” Jeonghan answers. He does look fine – more than fine, actually. His cheeks are a bit fuller, there’s a brightness in his eyes and a lightness to his being that Seokmin faintly registers. “What about you?”

“I, uh, I’ve been doing alright too,” Seokmin replies. Jeonghan nods at him approvingly. “You do look like it,” he comments casually, and Seokmin averts his gaze, bashful at the attention.

Jeonghan’s eyes flit over to his cart, filled to the brim with various ingredients. “What’s all this?” he asks curiously, jutting his chin out at the cart.

Oh. “I’m cooking dinner later tonight.”

Jeonghan does a good job of hiding his surprise. “Oh?”

Seokmin rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “Uhm, some friends are coming over, so I’m going to make some risotto with some salad on the side,” he rambles, gesturing vaguely to the cart. He attempts a joke. “Hopefully I don’t burn the apartment down.”

Jeonghan’s gaze is soft. “I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Jeonghan replies, eyes boring into Seokmin’s.

Seokmin’s unsure of what to say next, is a bit uncertain of what to do under the weight of Jeonghan’s gaze.

He’s saved from answering as his phone pings with a text message from Minghao.

“Oh, I have to go,” he tucks his phone back in his pocket. “They’re on their way to the apartment already.”

Jeonghan steps aside, making way for him to pass. “Go ahead,” Jeonghan gestures to the empty aisle. “Don’t let me keep you.”

Seokmin pushes the cart along, gives him a little wave. “Nice seeing you, hyung,” he says truthfully.

It’s been several months since they split, but he can still sense the sincerity and weight of Jeonghan’s next words. “You too.”

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

Prompt:

Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Wonwoo
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Band AU, Nana inspired, roommates, seemingly unrequited love, open ending
Permission to remix: Yes

word count: 1500
things got a bit out of hand here and i may have digressed from the original prompt a little, hope that's okay!
would highly suggest listening to the nana ost (starless night) while reading because it’s a masterpiece

***

Wonwoo is everywhere. From bus stops to TV ads. Soonyoung turns on the radio, and it’s Wonwoo’s raspy voice he hears over Wonwoo’s rhythmic electric guitar. Soonyoung opens the door to his apartment, and Wonwoo is there too, headset pulling his hair back as he sweeps the floor.

This Wonwoo has less makeup on, doesn’t wear contacts and lets his facial hair grow until it itches. The Wonwoo that Soonyoung knows makes him coffee everyday, listens to him while he rants about the annoying customers he had to deal with during the day.

Some days, it feels like all Soonyoung can see is Wonwoo. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

—

Wonwoo’s band gets offered a record deal and a tour. He comes home after celebrating with his band mates, smelling like alcohol and sweat.

“Soonyoung!” He calls out before even closing the door behind him.

Soonyoung comes out of his room, already in pajamas. Wonwoo takes him in, grins, and pulls him in a bone crushing hug. They don’t do that often - hugs and skinship in general. Most of the time, Wonwoo creeps up behind Soonyoung’s chair and throws an arm over his shoulder. It’s enough to make Soonyoung’s day.

“We’re gonna have another studio album,” Wonwoo whispers in his ear. Soonyoung holds him back twice as hard.

“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you.” He is. More than he could ever put into words.

Wonwoo leans back, brushes the bangs off of Soonyoung’s forehead with both of his hands and just holds him. Looks at him. He’s smiling. “And a tour.”

Soonyoung’s face lights up. “Holy shit!”

“I’m bringing you along,” Wonwoo decides.

Between the both of them, they barely have enough to cover rent and groceries. Soonyoung knows he’s not going anywhere, not if he wants to keep his job. He smiles with all his might anyway.

—

“Seokmin has been asking about you,” Wonwoo says over breakfast.

Soonyoung, eyes barely opened and puffy from sleep, mumbles around his spoonful of cereal. “What is he asking?”

“How you’re doing, if your job is killing you, if he could take you out on a date sometime, if you’ve seen the last Spider-Man movie, if you think people who play bass are very sexy.”

He nods. “Wait-” He looks up and Wonwoo is staring at him, chin resting on the palm of his hand, grinning like a cheshire cat. “He wants to take me out on a date?”

“Yep!”

Soonyoung’s jaw tightens. He drops his hands under the table, just so he can hide the way his fingernails dig into his flesh. “What did you say?”

“I said that you are single, and that last Valentine’s day you were sugar high from how many chocolates you ate while crying in the bathtub.”

“I did not!”

Wonwoo laughs. “Oh yes you did, I have photographic evidence of it.” Soonyoung fights him to delete the pictures. Wonwoo declines, but he eventually agrees to have them password protected. He doesn’t tell Soonyoung the password, but he’s smiling sweetly while he types it in.

Soonyoung leaves for work and Wonwoo goes to sleep. On the bus, he thinks about Seokmin. He has a nice smile too.

—

After their third date, Seokmin asks him to be his boyfriend. Soonyoung agrees, because why would he say no. Wonwoo slaps his back and tells him, “Nice!”

—

Seokmin still wants to take Soonyoung out on dates, because he likes the adventures they go on. He leaves for tour before their fourth date, and Soonyoung comes home to an empty apartment for a month.

It’s nice not to have to clean up Wonwoo’s hair around the sink. It’s nice to not be disturbed at 3 am by the sound of Wonwoo coming home from a show.

Wonwoo’s mug isn’t at the front of the cupboard anymore. There’s seafood in the fridge.

It’s nice. Even if Soonyoung doesn’t feel it.

—

“I called you as soon as I landed!”

Soonyoung scoffs. “Oh, so your plane had a 3 hour delay?”

He can almost hear Wonwoo roll his eyes. “Fine. I called you when I thought Seokmin would be done talking to you.”

Seokmin called - Soonyoung let it ring.

“Fine,” he mumbles. “Tell me about the Berlin concert.”

“Didn’t you hear it from Seokmin already?”

“I want your perspective.”

—

For the first time in three years, Wonwoo is everywhere but home.

Soonyoung wanders around town at Christmas. Couples everywhere. Seokmin called him earlier today, he was sweet. He’s always sweet.

Everything feels sour. Even the snow.

—

The band comes back to more fans than they anticipated. A couple of their performances in the US went viral, and Wonwoo is known in parts of the world Soonyoung ignores.

He makes a little more money now, enough to move out and get his own nicer place. Soonyoung did the math. Wonwoo never brings up the idea.

—

“Did you break up with Seokmin?”

Soonyoung stirs the vegetables. “Yeah.”

Wonwoo is leaning against the counter next to him, eyebrows brought together in confusion. “But you were so good together.”

“We were.”

“Soonyoung. I’m serious, what happened?”

He shrugs. “I wasn’t good to him.”

Wonwoo scoffs. “That’s just wrong. And stupid. How could you not be good to someone?” Soonyoung doesn’t answer. “Did you ever love him?” Wonwoo asks, barely above a whisper.

Soonyoung smiles sadly at his uncooked yet slightly burnt vegetables. “No. What a shame.”

—

Seokmin is far too good for Soonyoung. He invites him to the band’s next show, explicitly stating that he’s not expecting anything from him. He just missed seeing his friend.

Soonyoung is in the front row, right in front of Wonwoo. He brought Seungkwan with him as a distraction. Or a buffer. He doesn’t know which is less incriminating. Either way, Seungkwan didn’t complain. His eyes don’t leave Vernon on the lead guitar for the entire show.

Wonwoo smiles at him every time he looks down to tune his guitar. Soonyoung hasn’t felt this light in months.

Wonwoo says he’s bringing home some girl he met at the bar. Soonyoung prefers to crash at Seungkwan’s place and sit awkwardly on his couch while Seungkwan and Vernon argue on what movie to watch.

—

“I’m bringing you with me this time.”

Soonyoung should refuse. A three months leave is gonna make him lose his job. Not that he cares about it anyway. Especially not when Wonwoo is holding him by the waist, disheveled hair and the smell of cigarettes enveloping him like a coat.

“Okay.”

—

Wonwoo doesn’t ever bring someone back to his and Soonyoung’s shared hotel room.

In the deep quiet of a foreign city at night, Soonyoung allows himself to hope.

—

They’re all going out for drinks. Wonwoo’s arm is thrown over Soonyoung’s shoulder, not letting him leave his sight this time.

In the previous stop, Soonyoung got too hot from the alcohol and wandered off. Wonwoo shouted his name in the empty streets until he found him and brought him back to the hotel, never letting go of his hand.

The problem with not being allowed to wander off, is that Soonyoung can’t escape his vices. He stares at Wonwoo as he tells everyone a story. No one laughs at his jokes, so Soonyoung giggles and kisses his neck. Wonwoo freezes for a second before holding him closer.

His hand is cold, pressed against the skin of Soonyoung’s lower back.

Seokmin stares at both of them from across the table.

Soonyoung was never good enough for him.

—

“I don’t think I could ever do this without you again,” Wonwoo says.

They’re back home for the last show. It seems silly to book a hotel room when they live just 30 minutes away by subway. But it’s covered by the label, so they indulge and let the shower run hot until there’s fog on every window.

“I wish we could travel just the two of us,” Soonyoung confesses. He’s never seen the city from that angle before, so high he can almost guess where the sea should be.

Wonwoo hums from the bed. “Where would we go?”

Soonyoung shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t really care. Just want it to be with you,” he finishes in a whisper. A bus passes through the street below him, it’s surprising how familiar the noise is.

“I will take you everywhere.”

Soonyoung turns around. Wonwoo is on his back, staring at the ceiling with a smile. He looks funny from that angle, but Soonyoung can’t bring himself to tease. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I just need the funds,” Wonwoo rambles to himself. He reaches in front of him, stares at the back of his hand, fingers stretching far and wide. “Just a little bit more money and I will take you everywhere you want.”

Soonyoung climbs on the bed, slots his fingers between Wonwoo’s. They fit perfectly, and he holds onto him like he’s going to disappear. “Wherever we go, it doesn’t matter. It just needs to be us.”

***

a/n: wonwoo’s pov: my guy pretty like a girl

Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Seungcheol
Major Tags: Breakup, bad ending
Additional Tags: First person narration (please!)
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

When the end comes you know it's real because it isn’t remotely cinematic.
- Animals, Emma Jane Unsworth

Edited 2022-01-02 15:07 (UTC)

oh wow that IS fun !! love you too

<3<3<3 i was trying to figure out who would be a good peeta to seungkwan's katniss and dino's quiet care and constant adoration just... what a sweet sweet lad, i bet if he wanted to he could bake some nice bread !

thank you for reading im glad you enjoyed it !! katniss seungkwan .. what a thought indeed !<3

thank you thank you

sorry to disappoint but the only thing i knew about jellyfish before this is that they're mostly made of water :/ to be honest i don't think i thought much about woozitaeyong either and that's probably a good thing !!

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

Prompt:

Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.

- as you like it, shakespeare

would love an 'a afraid of rejection by b but c tells him to get over himself' situation

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

Prompt:

A love that isn't boiling over, nor going cold-- a warm love. I want a love that keeps on going like that.

- S.COUPS

oh i am UPSET (positive). also this is one of my new favourite wonwoo's. i like him. he makes me mad just like the real one!!! in a good way. i get him, i feel for him. but also he makes me mad. this is jenna btw idk my password on mobile. thank you for the sad hoshi it made me sad. i like them

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2022 Round 1: Quotes

Re: [FILL] reversible reaction

Re: [FILL] a whisper in the breeze

Re: [FILL]: if you quit, i quit

Re: [FILL] letting go ain't easy

Re: [FILL] ode to the has-been (where did the party go?)

Re: [FILL] deepest, desperate downfall

Re: [FILL] empty chairs at empty tables

Re: [FILL] deepest, desperate downfall

Re: [FILL] It’s just that you remind me of a dog I once had and loved very much.

Re: [FILL] i want us to eat well

Re: [FILL] don't read the last page, but—

joshua honkers

Re: [FILL] i want us to eat well

[FILL] i watched it begin again

love cradles you

[FILL] reach into the sky

the end

Re: [FILL] you'll allow it?

Re: [FILL] you'll allow it?

Re: [FILL] you'll allow it?

Re: [FILL] one for the money

Re: [FILL] wooahae

i will not have you

the wider you set your sights, the less you look up at the sky

Re: [FILL] reach into the sky