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: Wonwoo/ Chan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: MCD, infidelity

Prompt:

I'm staying up
I don't wanna come
Down from your love
We'll get lost together
Let me fall
Don't ever let me come
Down from your love
From your love
From your love

- Ten, Dream In A Drean

bestie you're off the rails and i cannot contain my love for you
He learns that the face he makes when anguished is a lot like the face he makes when he comes. His begging is similar, too. WHAT THE HELL. you're sensational.

“I know,” Wonwoo gives in and gives up. “Maybe it wouldn’t have been so silly if it wasn’t us.”
MAYBE IT WOULDN'T BE SO SILLY IF IT WASN'T US!!!!!! oh gosh. this is so good, i love the forest setting, it feels very magical and it suits soonyoung so much!! and his dancing in the water!! absolutely fucking beautiful. i loved this!!
(also wonu bi!!!!!!!!!!!! yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

hansol so cute :(( she just wants to be good for her girlfriend :(( i'm crazy they're so sweet!!

i love this. love love love it.

I DO NOW!! thank u for reading :D

oh this is so kind of you to say i love hearing that people who love 8jun like my 8juns thank you so much T___T we can all be 8junists together

Mingyu imprints on him like a baby duckling, but Seungcheol doesn’t see that oh my poor little woof woof :(( he gives and gives and gives and asks for nothing in return, but here he is. heartbroken. :(( i'm so sad!! this was delicious, thank you for writing!!

Ship/Member: soonhoon
Major Tags: canon/idolverse, studio hook up, NSFW (Mature)
Additional Tags: """het""" jihoon, hoshi genderisms, little bit of a slut moment (fond), sexuality is a spectrum but if u wanna fuck hoshi ur on the gay end
Permission to remix: sure! just ask pls

title from Oh Why by The Fur.

***

Soonyoung has been around for most of Jihoon’s breakups, on account of living practically on top of each other since they were fourteen, but he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jihoon this weird about one before.

He hasn’t cried, or told anyone about what happened, or done much of anything other than squirrel himself away in his studio and create beat after beat, threading melodies and base lines and snappy, catchy choruses all together with a frown of concentration on his face. Soonyoung knows because he’s been right there with him most days, sitting a few feet away on the plush leather couch and fidgeting with his choreography notebook while Jihoon stabs fiercely at his keyboard before sighing, declaring it worthless, and starting over.

“You okay Woozi-yah?” Soonyoung finally asks, after Jihoon thunks his head down onto the keys with a discordant jangle and lets out a fierce little growl of displeasure. It’s extremely cute, but Soonyoung wisely keeps that to himself.

“I’m fine,” Jihoon mumbles. “You don’t have to keep babysitting me, I’m a big boy.”

Soonyoung puts his notebook aside and scoots closer, feeling stupidly stung. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t have to sit around just to make sure I’m okay after I got dumped, alright? I appreciate it but I didn’t think I was pathetic enough to get the pity hang treatment.”

“You’re not pathetic,” Soonyoung retorts. “That’s not what I think at all. I actually like hanging out with you, even when you’re being kind of a little bitch about it.” Jihoon grumbles under his breath, kind of like a little bitch. “And I don’t like it when you’re sad but that doesn’t mean I pity you. Don’t be stupid, you idiot.”

Jihoon lifts his head from the keyboard and squints at Soonyoung with narrowed eyes. There are faint red marks on his face where the edges of the keys pressed into his cheeks and forehead. “What are you even getting out of hanging around my mopey ass?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Time to work on new choreography while I hang out with my favorite music producer and watch him work his magic. Maybe if I offer to blow him he’ll write me another hit song, eh?” Soonyoung jokes with a wink, half-serious except for how he’s been unsubtly trying to get his mouth on Jihoon’s impossibly fat cock ever since he realized he was into cock at all. Jihoon always plays along with Soonyoung’s (he disagrees with this assessment but whatever Seungkwan) desperate flirting, laughing and teasing right back, dropping little hints about what he’s like in bed that leave Soonyoung constantly horny and unsatisfied in his presence.

“It’d have to be one hell of a blowjob to earn that,” Jihoon warns with a grin. He rubs his mouth with the back of his hand, suddenly rueful. “Fuck, sometimes I wish getting my dick sucked was actually that easy,” he laments, laughing low and rough at himself. “But you know how much I hate hook-ups—getting a girl to sign an NDA before we even leave the bar feels so skeevy, and half the time they end up not wanting to deal with the hassle anyway. God, I don’t know how you manage it.”

Soonyoung shrugs, an involuntary smirk stealing over his mouth. “Junnie taught me everything I know.” He thinks, fondly, of Junhui’s clumsy hands. His wet, searching mouth. The gut-rearranging length of him. Soonyoung probably knows Jun’s dick better than he knows most people. “I would never have reached such a sophisticated level of slut without his guidance.”

“Oh, I’m sure you would have found a way.” Jihoon scoffs a laugh, swiveling around in his chair to face him. His legs are spread wide, feet planted firmly on the ground as he leans in, resting his elbows on his thighs all while he grins knowingly, a little nastily, at Soonyoung.

Suddenly, Soonyoung has an idea. A terrible, fantastic, slutty idea.

Jihoon is newly single, probably horny, and more than a little desperate for a break. This will probably be his best chance. If Jihoon turns him down again then so be it, but he has to at least try. If not for his pride then for his libido.

“What if I sucked your dick?” Soonyoung offers, his stupidly overeager mouth running off before he can think twice about it. His stupidly overeager mouth starts watering at just the thought too, the traitor. “I won’t even charge you a song for it.”

“Really?” Jihoon asks mildly. His eyes are searching. Cautious. Ready to play it off like a joke at any moment, just like always.

Soonyoung, for once in his life, is fucking tired of jokes.

He smiles. “You know how much I like it, Jihoonie.” It’s true—he does. He’s walked in on Soonyoung choking on cock and having the time of his life more than once. More than twice, even. Soonyoung has a little bit of a reputation.

Jihoon swallows. Soonyoung watches as his hand, big and broad and veiny, clenches tight in the fabric of his gray sweatpants.

“Yeah, but I’m not—”

Soonyoung shakes his head, cutting him off before he can say anything more. “I know you’re not,” Soonyoung agrees. “I—fuck, Jihoonie, I just really want to suck you,” he murmurs, sliding liquidly off the couch to his knees, directly between Jihoon’s spread legs. He lets his gaze drop to the crotch of his sweats, tracing the slight bulge there with hungry eyes. “Don’t think of me as a guy right now, okay? You can close your eyes.”

Jihoon stares down at him, lips parted slightly in surprise.

“Okay?” Soonyoung urges.

Slowly, he nods his head. He’s looking at Soonyoung like he did the first day they met, eyes sharp and calculating, but Soonyoung barely notices. He lunges forward, tries to drag Jihoon’s thick sweats down the stretch of his thighs and off but barely gets them bunched under his ass before Jihoon stops him, wide palms dwarfing his own as they bring his hands to stillness.

“Do you want me to think of you as a girl, then?” asks Jihoon, gruff and blunt and so, so careful.

The simple question sends Soonyoung’s thoughts scattering like dandelion seeds in a lazy breeze. His breath shudders on a long exhale, but he manages to swallow and nod. “Sure. Sure, if you want.”

“Alright,” Jihoon says softly, squeezing his hands once before letting them go. “Alright, I will. Not like it’s hard when you’ve got a mouth prettier than most girls anyway,” he mumbles, almost under his breath as Soonyoung continues wrestling with his pants until they’re puddled in a heap on the floor and Jihoon’s hands are tugging lightly at his hair, guiding him forward to pant hotly against the thin fabric of his briefs.

Soonyoung’s eyes flutter shut as he presses the softness of his mouth against Jihoon’s clothed bulge. He wants to watch, wants to see him fall apart in front of him, but mostly he wants Jihoon to do the same. To look down at Soonyoung and see him on his knees, eyes shut tight as he worships his cock. He can pretend that Soonyoung’s a girl all he likes, and, fuck, Soonyoung will enjoy it, but if he looks, if he feels safe enough to open his eyes and stare at the way Soonyoung’s cheeks hollow as he sucks, the needy moans he lets out, muffled by Jihoon’s dick as he shoves his hand down his pants and jacks himself off, fast and rough, the way his saliva tracks down his neck, climbing over the bump of his Adam’s apple and darkening the collar of his t-shirt if he’s not quick enough to wipe it away, well. Maybe Jihoon will realize some things about himself.

If nothing else, maybe he’ll let Soonyoung do it again.

THE WAY I GASPED??!?!?!?!! oh god this is so good i'm speechles!!! your words!!!!! i love them!!!!!

HOLY SHIT. holy shit. first of all how did i only just notice WONWOO/DOYOUNG!!!! and making doyoung a little cruel too... incredible. but like. the oranges, the awful domesticity, the sheer resignation of failed writer wonwoo... and of course the sheer CONCEPT of doyoung as a god. this is truly incredibly creative and i absolutely love it. and all in 400 words!!!! insane, truly

Ship/Member: Joshua/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: famous/non famous rs
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

You just say it's okay, that it'll be diffеrent this time
I just laugh while knowing everything
And he goes, "Paris to Vegas, back in LA for a day"
Don't look for me if you come to Seoul
I know are never gonna stay
Goodbye to the moments that used to be sweet, goodbye

— Wendy, Airport Goodbyes

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: i'm feeling very superhero vs supervillain
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I can take 'em head to head, go toe to toe
Oh if you play I fight back, I fight back
I’ll show you who’s in control
'Cause I, I know how to make the devil cry
Break 'em down, looking in my eyes
That’s what I’m doing here tonight
Every time I come around
'Nother bad boy down

— Red Velvet, Bad Boy (english ver.)

sexuality is a spectrum but if u wanna fuck hoshi ur on the gay end CRYING AT THIS oh god. you're so right. you captured soonyoung's slutty little self so well, it's amazing. and well. jihoon-ah, i do have news for you!!
(loved the bit about junhui. show-stopping.)

Ship/Member: wonwoo/chan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: horror, antarctic researchers
Permission to remix: yes

i hope this is even slightly similar to anything you were picturing! and also i hope the fact that i know nothing about this topic isn't obvious!!

***

Wonwoo wakes up gagging on nothing. Pressure like a hand unwinds itself from around his throat, slipping away so fast he wonders if it wasn't part of a dream. There's no memory of a dream lingering anywhere, though, and his skin is hot all over like he might have a fever. He allows himself a few minutes to wallow in the feeling. If he's gotten sick, he'll have no choice but to push through it to meet the deadlines he has hanging over him. There's very little Wonwoo dislikes more than pushing through anything.

He could easily fall back asleep despite the fingers of sunlight leaking in past the shutter. He's used to the disorientation of the long day by now - going to sleep in sunlight and waking up again not knowing whether it's morning or the middle of the night - and his phone tells him it's 3:42am, hours before he needs to be awake. The persistent press of his bladder is what gets him up. He forgoes his glasses, though, because if he puts on his glasses he'll wake up completely and then he'll be lying in his bunk staring at the ceiling for hours.

Wonwoo is fine. He thinks he's fine, really. The hallway is long and out of focus without his glasses, but he's walked this route enough times to find his way to the bathroom in his sleep. Halfway down the hall, Wonwoo is not fine. The heat he woke up with is prickling all over his skin now, and he can feel the way the fabric of his clothes grate over his arms, his chest. The tightness is curling its way back up his throat; he wonders if he's about to throw up. A pressure builds in his head and wraps around his skull tight enough to make his ears ring. There's a useless kind of panic - he shouldn't have gotten out of bed, he's not sure now if he could even get back if he turned around. He wants to turn around.

The bathroom is not empty. Wonwoo smells it the second he pushes the door open, strong enough to choke. It smells of earth. Unfrozen earth; wet dirt, the sweet smell of rotting plants. It's like nothing Wonwoo has smelled in months - there is no dirt, there is no rain or rot here. In the mirror, their eyes don't meet. Chan is looking at himself.

"Chan?" Wonwoo asks, and he can barely hear his own voice over the ringing in his ears, "Is that you?"

It's a stupid question. It's him, he knows it's him - Wonwoo thinks he knows it's him.

That's the first time.

***

Isolation is the reason most people don't take the job, but it's also the reason most people do. Wonwoo had never been worried about it like his family were. Most of his friends were certain he'd be back after the 3 month probationary period of his contract finished. He's been gone over a year now.

"Won't you get lonely?" Mingyu had said. The without me had remained unspoken, and Wonwoo hadn't given him the honest answer, which was: No.

"I think I need this," he'd said instead, and Mingyu had helped him pack their life together into boxes. The truth was that Wonwoo liked the idea of the isolation more than the job itself. The idea that he could disappear. He wouldn't have to live beside Mingyu's disappointment or his heartache or his tears. He'd always been a coward like that.

The other truth was that it wasn't lonely, really. Wonwoo had never needed a lot from other people, and the type of people who took these jobs were usually the same. They all had their reasons for coming out this far and none of them felt the need to ask each other about it. They all got to keep their reasons to themselves.

Wonwoo had been given a room next to Chan, most likely because the two of them were the youngest on site by a fair margin. Chan was serious - terribly serious, and was often made the butt of jokes he couldn't recognise as jokes. He was kind, though, and funny when he wasn't caught up in his work. Wonwoo taught Chan how to play chess using the set in the rec room, and Chan would download movies he thought Wonwoo might be interested in. They never talked a lot. It was nice to just have Chan there. Wonwoo found himself thinking of Chan, often, perhaps because there wasn’t all that much to think about here besides their work.

They eat dinner together most nights, because both of them prefer to wait until it’s close to the end of food service and they can eat in relative peace. They don’t talk about that night, either because Chan doesn’t remember it, or because it didn’t happen in the way Wonwoo remembers it, or because it didn’t happen at all. Wonwoo never convinced himself that it wasn’t a dream. Chan is the same as he always was; steady, comfortable. He’s also bone tired.

Being alone doesn’t bother Wonwoo, but it does make him want things in a way he didn’t before. That was something Mingyu had often complained about - he never initiated much, he didn’t think to reach out and take Mingyu’s hand while they walked. He does now. The skin under Chan’s eyes is so dark it’s almost bruised, and Wonwoo thinks about laying his thumb there.

“You’ve been out on the ice a lot these days,” Wonwoo says. He lets the question hang in the air without asking it.

“Yeah, you know how it is. Winter isn’t that far away. I’ve got a lot to do before the sun sets,” Chan says. There’s no trace of tiredness in his voice.

“Still, make sure you’re sleeping enough. And you should eat more,” Wonwoo says, sliding one of his own sausages onto Chan’s tray. It makes him feel a little foolish when he plays the part of a hyung, like he’s wearing someone else’s clothes. Chan never seems to notice he’s even doing it.

“I will. Actually,” Chan hesitates, before visibly coming to a decision, “I think I found something.”

He keeps his voice low, but his excitement is obvious. His eyes are bright despite the bruising.

“Found what?”

“I don’t wanna say yet,” Chan says, his smile pushing his cheeks up. The only time Wonwoo ever sees Chan get worked up is over his research. “I’m not sure if it’s anything. I don’t wanna look dumb.”

“You can tell me,” Wonwoo says. I wouldn’t make you feel dumb, he wants to say. Trust me, he wants to say.

“Not yet,” Chan replies, smile spilling over into a grin, “I’ll tell you when I know.”

Wonwoo lets the topic drop between them. He was never one to push.

***

The days get shorter, gradually, and there’s something that pulls at Wonwoo’s stomach. It feels a lot like dread. It’s not his first winter here, though, and the darkness didn’t bother him last time. He thinks it could be the way the wind picks up - he can hear it outside his window, the hollow whistle of it.

The second time, Wonwoo is awake. He knows he’s awake. The smell of dirt is so strong he can taste it at the back of his throat. He goes to sleep in the dark, he wakes up in the dark, and he is not alone.

WHEN HE SAYS HES PRETTIER THAN MOST GORLS……… OH GOD!!!!!! OH GOD!!! this is exactly what i envisioned and MORE holy shit u added GENDER???? MY ETERNAL “HOLE IS A HOLE” FANTASY FANFICTION IS HERE!!!!!! you’re crazy. i love it.

thank you!!!!! they're fun to write because they're both so ridiculous lmao

u wrote this so beautifully and its so so so intriguing and interesting to read !!! no one is special to anyone and it’s raw and nasty and i looooove it, especially doing GYUHAN with this quote. i will be thinking about this. i love the idea of being bonded by a terrible secret and expecting that that makes you closer, stronger, before u realize you’re now bonded to a bunch of assholes. obsessed.

Ship/Member: Seungcheol/Joshua, implied Seungcheol/Jeonghan
Major Tags: nsfw (rated m)
Additional Tags: non-famous joshua, ruining a normie's life by not-dating them, the yoon jeonghan in every non-relationship
Permission to remix: Yes
wc:441
Guess I can try for five of a kind, have already done volleyball au, this is non famous/famous relationship.

A/N: i wrote this in 15 minutes apparently??? yikes. sorry if it's all over the place, lilli.

***

"Is the sex really worth it?" Seungkwan asks, not quite able to mask the judgement in his voice.

Joshua laughs. "God no. I'm the one who taught him how to fuck like he means it." He cried the first time I let him cum inside me.

"And does he?"

"Does he what?"

"Have it mean something when he fucks you?"

Joshua smiles with teeth this time. “I like your button-up today, Seungkwan-ah.”

Seungkwan gives him a pointed look that Joshua knows to ignore when he changes the conversation but it's not like Joshua's ever going to admit to something he's known the answer to since the very first time that Choi Seungcheol fell to his knees in the middle of Joshua’s then one-bedroom that could barely accommodate Joshua, let alone all of Choi Seungcheol.

There’s a lot to learn from falling into a secret affair and being not in love with one half of the nation’s favourite on-screen partners-in-crime:

1. Acting lessons do not prep for the need to keep a straight face around the dick in your mouth, nor do they anticipate that one doesn’t need to be sad to be moved to tears.

2. Laundry for two isn’t the same as laundry for one, especially not when Joshua’s best buy is a faux fur coat Soonyoung gifted him on his birthday which unravels after the first time he washes it, while the other guy could probably mint his shirts for currency. Probably.

3. Airports are cold even in the middle of summer, in hot sweltering June—it’s always cold when you’re playing driver more than lover, a hand on the steering wheel and the other tilting the vanity mirror away from catching the reflection of the streetlights on the messy black head lolling onto the backseat.

4. Nothing is farther from perfection than the back of someone’s head, half a foot out of the door. Joshua’s never asked him to stay but if he did it would probably be to the ghost of a shadow on his bedroom walls.

5. Nobody’s a good enough actor to fake that kind of chemistry, the kind that has him pulling the plug on his cable only to pull it up on online streaming sites because even resentful, Joshua can’t deny that he wants a taste of it--all of it.

The thing Joshua doesn’t need to learn?

Nothing onscreen ever stays so and the easiest way to lie is to speak the truth.

Choi Seungcheol has put his everything into knowing how to put his back, and his heart into the fucking but it has never been for Joshua. Not for a second has there been any doubt who it has all been for.

Ship: Minghao/Any or Mingyu/Any oo maybe a Jihan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: take me wherever this takes you, bonus points for best friends turned something evil turned ???, hopeful endings always wanted
Do Not Wants: None

"If you want to find Eli, and Eli wants to find you, why do you have to go through all this? Why can't you just find each other?"
- From Vicious by V.E. Schwab, 13 year old Sydney asking Victor this

Ship/Member: Seungcheol/Jeonghan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: 2nd person pov, idolverse, loyalty as weakness, implied infidelity, jeonghan is mean, cheol inherent dogboyism, based on a very specific fansign video lol you know the one
Permission to remix: Please ask

first attempt at 2nd person pov, i hope it doesn't suck!!! i had fun trying it out. sorry for *vague hand gesture* this
***

You’re standing, looking around you with mild disinterest. You don’t want to be here, but you can’t escape your duties, can’t hide from the things you have to do.

A weary sigh comes out of your lips, as you just stand and wait for someone else to be done talking so your turns roll in, microphone heavy between your fingers. As you wait you let your gaze roam, never stopping over anyone in particular.

Until.

Seungcheol is smiling, deep dimples bracketing his plushy lips. He runs a hand through his dark hair, even if the stylist isn’t going to be happy about it - but your schedule is almost over, and Seungcheol has never been known for his patience. The smile on his lips stretches as Mingyu whispers something in his ear, as he rests his hand over Mingyu’s chest to lean into him and listen better.

It crackles in your veins, the need to call for him. His name falls out of your mouth, easy like breathing.

How fast he turns in your direction bugs you, makes you sink your teeth on your bottom lip. You suck it in your mouth as you watch him moving closer, even though you didn’t ask him to. There’s a spring in his steps, the bouncing of a kid moving towards an ice cream truck, excitement clear in the way he moves. He’s dancing to the song playing in the background.

Cute, you think despite yourself.

You say something else, voice low as not to be heard by anyone but him. Camera flashes are going off, and someone is probably recording this interaction, but they don’t know the words you say have other meanings.

Seungcheol perks up like a trained dog, his face turning towards you with his signature expression, wide eyes and pouty mouth. He hasn’t heard you, so you repeat the words, a murmur that has him biting his lips as he leans into your personal space.

“Me?” He asks you, touching his hand to his chest and looking at you with little stars dancing in his eyes. You can’t help the cruel smirk that curls your lips.

He’s so easy to read.

The devotion in his gaze, the way he moves around you like you’re the sun and he’s nothing but a silly little planet orbiting around you.

He’s so easy.

You turn your back to the people sitting there, watching you. You say something else, something sharp, something that has Seungcheol’s eyes widening - his ears going red at the tips, his expression crestfallen.

Your hand rests easily on his shoulder as you turn back around, and you can feel the tendons below your touch, the way they’re taught with nervous energy, with the need to say or do something.

But you’re in public, and even if Seungcheol has never been known for his patience, he’s been known for the way he loves - deeply, encompassing.

Too strongly, with far too much of himself.

Your hand squeezes his muscles, as the adoration in his gaze swims with betrayal, with annoyance, with… with something dark.

Even though, all in all, you know you’ve won. You’re always winning, because Seungcheol is like an obedient puppy at the foot of his master, and your hold around his leash is far too strong for him to break free this easily.

He’ll get angry, maybe he won’t talk to you for a day or two, but he’ll come back, tail between his legs. He’ll be the one asking for your forgiveness, even when he’s done nothing but being a good boy, a good lover, a good leader.

Too good. Too loyal. Too trusting.

Your hand slips off his shoulder, down his chest, to rest over his heart. You could reap it out, if you wanted to.

“I fucked Mingyu, you know?”

Maybe you already did.

Ship/Member: seungcheol & vernon
Major Tags: grief, driving
Additional Tags: something you weren’t supposed to witness, the strongest person in your life at their most vulnerable
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

when the world divides into two people
those who have felt pain and those who have yet to
…
i hope you come home soon
— japanese breakfast

Your eyes were closed and you were listening to the road and I could
hear your breathing, I could hear your heart beating.
I carried you to the car and drove you home but you
weren’t making any sense.
…
I shouldn’t have mentioned the hospital.
I don’t think I can take this much longer.
In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.
Let’s say you’re driving down the road with your eyes closed
but my eyes are also closed.
You’re by the side of the road.
You’re by the side of the road and you’re doing all the talking
while I stare at my shoes.
— richard siken, “i had a dream about you”

cyzj was eye-opening as a whole to their monster-handler dynamic, it was very interesting to watch. i would love to hear about 2018 minghao being lofty--now that you mention it, i do think it was in a way, for the sake of giving off an outward exterior he wanted. the way jun shows warmth to minghao and minghao quietly acknowledging it underneath the tough surface almost feels reflective and apparent of how they're raised by svt, like there's a warmth that's carried over.

i've always thought of xmh as very shrewd, and someone who seems almost careful when it comes to his relationships with others. he strikes me as someone that would pick his close friends carefully fsr, and is very realistic and opinionated, + his hobbies are pretty suggestive of a big dreamer in personality which i just read as him tending to be emotionally intense--like it's not repressed at all, i don't think?? he lets himself feel, which in itself can be its own problem lol.

i think idolverse angst can be so good when handled carefully in a way that works, depending on the story; too much and it can come off too heavy and it might not be as immersive anymore, and too light, well i love some stories that can feel a little Too Real, enough that it isn't light-hearted enough to make us think or draw reflections onto ourselves as people, like you said.

yanan is a strange guy to me lol, admittedly he didn't strike me as anyone completely noteworthy or interesting on cyzj, but i vaguely started keeping up with pentagon late last year, was drawn to them ironically because they shared similarities to svt in terms of their dynamics having a lot of clear obvious warmth and comfort in them for a group so big. yanan's bond to his members in pentagon feels very reminiscent of jun and minghao's bonds to seventeen, so i feel like this is something junhao and him have in common and have in understanding every time they mention their respective members on lives. yanan in 2018 went through rough times what with his hiatus due to health, but now that he's back and better, he's free to be a little crazy in such a gleeful way. makes me wonder about the potential disaster that would happen if junan were put in a room together again now--they're two weirdos and minghao is the normal one, almost. when i came across this prompt and op's suggested pairing of junan, i thought about "passion/love in the wrong times" and sort of attributed it to them being very close and seemingly just clicking effortlessly into jun being his most unabashed, unrestrained self towards yanan, the kind of way that minghao can only look on and observe, albeit warily lol.

Edited 2022-01-04 20:07 (UTC)

i'm going to eat this and you wtf

nooooo don't eat me you're so sexy hahah

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2022 Round 1: Quotes

my wonchanists where are you

Re: FILL: you be their hero now i'll be your monster

Re: [FILL] go on and ask him if it's really so silly

Re: [FILL] Puppy Grin

Re: [FILL] you, in my memory

Re: FILL: we are venom

Re: [FILL] 画蛇添足

Re: [FILL] if i lack love (i'm nothing at all)

[FILL], all i want is to get close to you

Re: [FILL] by the roots

Re: there is no aging. there is only changing.

where are you going?

i shot another bad boy down

Re: [FILL], all i want is to get close to you

[FILL] and the wind will be my hands

Re: [FILL], all i want is to get close to you

Re: [FILL]: year of mingyu

Re: [FILL] by the roots

[FILL] it's only silent at the boarding gate

no subject

[FILL]: asystole

there's nowhere to go.

Re: [FILL] your dreams in your hands

Re: [FILL]: asystole

Re: [FILL]: asystole