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hwa ([personal profile] hwarium) wrote in [community profile] 17hols2021-11-25 01:04 pm

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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slytherminie: (Default)

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

[personal profile] slytherminie 2022-01-04 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
you say sorry, lilli. i say SORRY FOR WHAT YOU'RE THE LOML!!! i truly adore this so much, i have no words.
joshua teaches cheol to fuck as he means it but IT'S NOT FOR HIM!! and he waits for him, drives him around, watches him being in love with someone else!! how cruel. how perfect. i kiss your brain never aks for forgiveness when all you do is bring joy <3
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[personal profile] 2978514 2022-01-04 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:
Why'd you go and waste it
The things that you know
Are making you a stone wall, stone fence
Your stories so old you just tend to keep them

Long winding road
You've got a secret but you won't share it


Gregory and the Hawk - Stone Wall, Stone Fence


Edited 2022-01-04 20:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] 2978514 2022-01-04 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Performance ... idk go ham
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:
This is a waltz thinking about our bodies
What they mean for our salvation
The little clothes that we stand up in
Just the ground on which we stand
Is the darkness ours to take?
Bathed in lightness, bathed in heat
All is well, as long as we keep spinning
Here and now, death still behind a wall
When the old songs and laughter we do
Are forgiven always and never been true
When I arrive, will you come and find me?
Or in a crowd, be one of them?
Wore the wrong sign back beside her
No tomorrow's at peace


Thom Yorke - Suspirium


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don't you go leaving me / you still got a life to go

[personal profile] ghostscissoring 2022-01-04 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: seokhao
Major Tags: reincarnation, dreams, death (but not graphic or sad)
Additional Tags: when only one of you remembers that you're two halves of the same whole
Permission to remix: sure!

title from Pretty Bones by yuele

***

In Minghao’s second first life, the dreams mean nothing. They’re just fragments, flashes of images and sensations he doesn’t recognize: warm golden skin and a heavy body wrapped greedily around his own, buildings so tall they pierce the sky and split it in two, a man who smiles and smiles and smiles at him and—

They mean nothing.

Minghao lives. He wakes and eats and attends his lessons, and so on and so on. He does it all, everything that’s expected of him, but the dreams don’t stop. They change—the man still smiles, but there are wrinkles around his eyes now, around his still smiling mouth—but every night he blows out his oil lantern and closes his eyes and he wills himself to dream.

He dreams.

And dreams.

And dreams.

Eventually, when his grandchildren are almost old enough to be parents themselves, the dreams stop, and so does he.

So it goes.

-

In Minghao’s second life, the dreams mean nothing.

-

In Minghao’s fifth life, the dreams mean nothing.

-

In Minghao’s twelfth life, the dreams mean nothing.

They mean nothing, but they’ve changed again. He dreams in colors: the eggshell blue of an open sky, the rough brown grain of waterlogged wood, the starched cream of sheets. Maybe sails.

He goes to the sea.

He likes it there, more than he ever thought he would. He thinks, in his next life, he might like to build something here. Something that he can come back to.

-

In Minghao’s thirteenth life, he builds a house with his own two hands. It’s small and drafty and sits too close to the slowly encroaching ocean, but it’s his. It should be enough.

-

In Minghao’s fifteenth life, he burns down his house.

-

In Minghao’s sixteenth life, he meets a man with a smile as wide and familiar as the horizon that stretches endlessly before them.

“Nice house,” he says to Minghao, grinning wildly as the breeze tangles covetous fingers in his hair. He’s carrying a bag thrown over one shoulder and not much else and his shirt is open at the collar and fraying, the slope of his chest and breadth of his shoulders testing the outer limits of the fabric’s capacity.

Minghao blinks in surprise and looks incredulously at the burned out ruin they’re standing in front of, bare toes digging grooves into the wet sand. A shocked giggle escapes him before he can swallow it down for the sake of decorum.

“It used to be,” Minghao says. He looks back at the man. At the gorgeous, golden strength of him. The sweetness of his open face. He’s looking at Minghao like he knows him, somehow, like he’s a wish he never expected to be granted, a star snatched down from the sky. Did he ever dream of Minghao? Did he dream of pale skin and smeared ink? The gentle lap of waves and a quiet giggle meant for only one person to hear? It makes Minghao burn, but he thinks he likes it. “I was actually thinking of trying again,” he says. He tries on a smile, something small and hesitant. The man lights up, eyes sparkling and grin widening to what would be an almost terrifying degree if he didn’t look so clearly, utterly delighted. “I could use some help, if you don’t have anywhere else to be.”

“Nowhere,” he says, eager and puppyish, the words practically tripping over themselves as they exit his mouth, “I’ve got nowhere else to be but here.”

Minghao nods, suddenly shy. “I'm Xu Minghao,” he introduces himself with a short bow.

“Lee Seokmin,” Seokmin replies, bowing sharply at the waist. When he rises and Minghao sees his face again—smiling, of course, always looking up at him and smiling, just like in his dreams—he feels something click decisively into place. “It’s so good to see you again.”
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Re: don't you go leaving me / you still got a life to go

[personal profile] seokmin_liker 2022-01-04 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
OH. first off, love the way you describe seokmin, i think he's beautiful and also great. secondly, i loved the little snippets of minghao's various lives, and how the dreams are interwoven in them. this was so fun and creative and such a nice read, thank you !!!!!!

Re: [FILL] by the roots

(Anonymous) 2022-01-04 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
at no point did i know how the next paragraph would go
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Re: there is no aging. there is only changing.

[personal profile] icarusundone 2022-01-04 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
what is the difference between a god and a ghost anyways since gods are more dead than anything!! i’m glad you liked that line— i was trying to emphasize the silence and haunted quality of the apartment :D thank you so much for reading!!
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[personal profile] wooyatn 2022-01-04 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: scoups/any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

And if you're going, take the moon
Then maybe I will see you, in the night I'll see you

Happy — Mitski

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

[personal profile] icarusundone 2022-01-04 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
writer wonwoo contending with failure and with a savior complex sprinkled in, that Is the shit!! thank you so much for reading!!
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Re: there is no aging. there is only changing.

[personal profile] icarusundone 2022-01-04 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
i just think that we should consider this specific permutation of 96z even if they have never interacted irl!!! i was trying to get to the core of the story because word limit, so i’m glad you thought every sentence added something! thank you so much for reading!!
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Re: there is no aging. there is only changing.

[personal profile] icarusundone 2022-01-04 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
i’m happy you like the concept because it was so much fun to think about and write :D thank you so much for reading!!
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Re: there is no aging. there is only changing.

[personal profile] icarusundone 2022-01-04 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
i am simply a proponent for pairings that have no irl basis and for making wonwoo suffer a little, as a treat <3 i’m glad you liked the concept— i had a lot of fun writing it :D thank you so much for reading!!
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Re: until the next truck comes

[personal profile] icarusundone 2022-01-04 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
wonwoo tragic hero just hits!! mingyu like horatio, loyal like a dog :^) thank you so much for reading!!
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[FILL] zero signs of kismet

[personal profile] notspring 2022-01-04 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: joshua/junhui
Major Tags: friends with benefits, the “oh” moment
Additional Tags: n/a
Permission to remix: yes

It’s not really a surprise that Junhui knows the code to Joshua’s apartment door. They’ve known each other for a while, after all. It’s been — Joshua grimaces as he counts in his head. They were already doing this last Christmas, weren’t they? Joshua distinctly remembers Junhui making a joke about being an easy date, so they must have been.

It’s been over a year, then. A little weird, honestly, but not the point.

The point is that when Joshua hears the lock beep from where he’s sitting in the bathroom he doesn’t bother getting up, because he knows it’s Junhui, because no one else would let themselves in so comfortably. A year ago he might have panicked, might have rushed out of the bathtub to get himself presentable before Junhui could find him. Maybe even six months ago, he would have done that.

Now Joshua doesn’t move.

Junhui can find him here if he wants him, he thinks, taking another sip of wine and tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling, eyes drifting closed of their own accord. He’s seen Joshua doing worse, which is also a little weird if Joshua thinks about it too long, so he doesn’t.

And sure enough —

“Oh!” Junhui says, his head poking around the bathroom door. Joshua blinks his eyes back open and turns to look at him, head lolling on the rim of the tub as he finds himself smiling, just a little.

“Hey.”

Junhui smiles brightly in return, pushing the door all the way open to come into the bathroom for real. Joshua watches with mild surprise as he comes closer until he’s squatting down right next to the rim of the tub, dropping down onto the bathmat and resting against the side, as though the porcelain is a perfectly comfortable place for his head to be.

“Hey,” he says, big eyes blinking sleepily, his gaze focused right on Joshua’s face. He tilts his chin towards the glass in Joshua’s hand. “Rough day?”

Joshua breathes out a humourless laugh, tilting his head back again.

“You could say that,” he says dryly, not offering any more detail. He doesn’t really want to talk about it with Junhui, honestly, but that’s not Junhui’s fault. He doesn’t really want to have to think about it at all. Junhui’s quiet next to him, like maybe he can tell. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t say anything at all, seemingly perfectly content just to sit.

“You didn’t bring in your phone,” Joshua says, finally noticing what’s strange about Junhui just sitting there, all his attention on Joshua.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Junhui says with a shrug and a smile. Joshua laughs a little, he can’t help it.

“Cute,” he says, one damp hand reaching to pinch at Junhui’s cheek. Junhui flushes and swats at him, making irritated sounds like a cat, but he doesn’t actually move out of the way. When Joshua’s hand comes to run through his hair he lets him do it. Leans into it, even.

When Joshua first started sleeping with Junhui he thought it was great, because he wouldn’t have to put in so much effort. He still did, of course, at least at first. It wasn’t something he could just switch off. But it was a relief that Junhui didn’t want anything from him, not like any of the boyfriends Joshua’d had before. Junhui didn’t need Joshua to come to his work parties or listen to him complain about his mom. He didn’t need Joshua to choose the perfect date spot every time. Junhui was right, that first Christmas. He was an easy date. He wasn’t a date at all.

Joshua isn’t sure, now, what Junhui is.

Before, Joshua would have invited Junhui into the tub. Not because he wanted to — he doesn’t — but out of some weird need to turn the moment into something sexy. Even in a moment to himself, Joshua always needed to be desirable.

Joshua doesn’t actually want Junhui in the tub, though, and Junhui doesn’t seem like he cares that Joshua didn’t ask. He’s still just sitting there, heavy eyelids struggling back up every time he blinks, telling Joshua a meandering story about someone who talked to him on the subway today. He seems perfectly comfortable in his spot on the floor, still. He’s showed no sign that he wants to get in with him, or even that he wants Joshua to get out so they can move on to something else.

“What do you want for dinner?” Joshua asks when Junhui hits a lull in his story — either because he’s reached the end of it or because he’s trying to remember what happened next, Joshua honestly can’t tell. Either way, he doesn’t seem upset to be interrupted. “I can order something, if you want.”

Junhui shrugs, easy, like it really doesn’t matter to him at all.

“Are you done in here?”

Joshua pauses. He isn’t, honestly. He hasn’t finished his wine. He doesn’t particularly want to get up. Before he can open his mouth to lie about it Junhui’s mouth quirks into a little smile, like Joshua’s silence is an answer in itself. He stretches to dip his fingertips into the bath water and frowns.

“The water’s getting cold,” he says, reaching towards the tap above Joshua’s feet and switching it on hot. “There,” he says, raising his voice to be heard above the sound of rushing water, and Joshua stares at him.

He’d always thought it made it less romantic, that Junhui has seen so many unpleasant things about him. That Joshua never really pretended with him, or tried to be someone he wasn’t. That he honestly barely tried at all. He hadn’t thought —

He hadn’t thought.

When the water’s warm enough Junhui switches it back off, then pushes himself to stand up.

“You don’t have to order dinner,” he says as he stretches, shaking his arms a little before they flop back down to his sides. “I can just make something. You stay in here til you're done.”

Oh, Joshua realizes.

He hadn’t thought.
Edited 2022-01-05 01:31 (UTC)

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

(Anonymous) 2022-01-04 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
if his guy pretty like a girl would jihoon see both sides like chanel?

this made me feel crazy btw thank you for that
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Re: [FILL] how to become a good dog

[personal profile] slytherminie 2022-01-04 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
i am feral i am running around in circles GOD the kick mean jeonghan gives me and this mingyu who's so eager to please and also so likely to take the teasing as well, enjoys it even. the praise & degradation kink (TM) is so mingyu. wow.
Edited 2022-01-04 23:24 (UTC)
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Re: [FILL] astronomy in reverse

[personal profile] slytherminie 2022-01-04 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
incredible show stopping amazing wow i love every universe, and in every universe i love how you describe soonwoo - they're perfect!! for each other!! aaaaaaa (the grishaverse i'm yelling i need moreeeeee) beautiful, really!! thanks for writing <3

[FILL] fiction/fact

(Anonymous) 2022-01-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Minghao/Vernon
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: alternative universe - non kpop idols, dreamscapes, dream telepathy, conversational intimacy, strangers to lovers, do not confuse this with fated love, it's just that minghao makes it feel like it is
Permission to remix: No

***

dear prompter, i saw this and considered their weverse interactions a little too hard and ran with it. i crossposted it on ao3 because this prompt wrangled 5k out of me - (not) sorry about the length haha :]

link (https://archiveofourown.org/works/36074728)
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[FILL] we'll try again

[personal profile] seokmin_liker 2022-01-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Seokmin/Mingyu
Major Tags: mentions of death and war
Additional Tags: this is about God and seokmin and oranges
Permission to remix: Please ask
Word count: 1342

dear cat, i have no idea what this is anymore. enjoy

***

Mingyu doesn’t believe in God. It’s hard to believe in anything when all he does is go to war. For weeks at a time, he goes to hold off the monsters that have escaped from labs around the world to plague humanity. He pushes himself to breaking point so that people can have at least one more day. He fights until all he knows is the searing pain in his muscles, until his hands form a grip even when he lets go of his gun. He loses people almost every day - friends, family, colleagues. When he looks around, all he sees is the world he loves crumbling to nothing. What merciful, fatherly God would let his children live like this? What nurturing, all-forgiving God would punish the world like this?

So no, he doesn’t believe in God. He believes in what’s around him. He believes in the shadows of his fellow fighters that he can just about see in the dark, standing tall and proud near him until they are felled. He believes in Seokmin, who tends the wounded for a living and yet never quite loses his lustre by the time he gets home.

Seokmin is what he’s thinking about when he turns up at home on his leave. He’s exhausted, each muscle in his body screaming with pain, and he wants nothing more than to lie next to Seokmin and think of nothing at all until he’s called again. Seokmin will offer him water and food and the soft palms of his hands and Mingyu will take it all. Believing in this, Mingyu uses all of his remaining strength and opens the door.

“Seokmin-ah,” he calls, “I’m back.”

Seokmin is on the couch, reading a book. He stiffens when he hears Mingyu’s voice, taking a moment before looking up.

“Oh,” he says, and that’s not what Mingyu expected to hear. “Hello.”

“Hi,” Mingyu tries again, dumping his bag near the door.

Seokmin’s face doesn’t change. He puts his book down and shifts a little on the couch.

“Do you want something to eat?” Seokmin asks, but it feels more like a hoop he has to jump through.

Mingyu doesn’t know. He’s lost his appetite all of a sudden. “I think I’ll just head in the shower,” he replies, trying not to show how despondent he feels.

Seokmin just nods, pursing his lips a little, before picking up his book again. Mingyu heads to their bedroom to reach the small en-suite and bang his head against the door, before actually taking a shower.

It’s not like he’s forgotten about their argument right before Mingyu went to fight again. It was about Mingyu fighting, actually - Seokmin wanted to know why Mingyu didn’t just retire, and Mingyu was adamant that he had to keep helping. It was a horrible note to leave on, really. Neither of them spoke as Mingyu went out of the door, his bag heavy but his heart heavier. It wasn’t until Mingyu was in the thick of it, deep in the muck and death of war, that he realised that if he never came home, his and Seokmin’s last words to each other would have been rancorous. Neither of them deserved that. But that was what they did to each other - they tore each other apart until their bed felt ice-cold, and Mingyu walked out of the door anyway.

He only hopes that Seokmin will let him back in now.

The shower refreshes him as much as a corpse can be rejuvenated, and he steps out, wearing his own jogging bottoms and Seokmin’s T-shirt (large for Seokmin, perfect for Mingyu). Seokmin isn’t in the living room and so, only mildly panicking, Mingyu makes his way over to the kitchen. Thankfully, Seokmin’s there, back to the door, peeling an orange over a plate on the counter.

Seokmin is so good at peeling oranges. It’s an odd talent to have, but it’s a marvel to watch. He digs his nails in, incisive, stripping it of its peel with his long fingers in one fluid motion, and it comes off whole. But the thing with Seokmin is that he is never usually as incisive and confident as this. Whenever something upsets him, he retreats and gets shy and doesn’t like talking about it, especially if it’s Mingyu that’s upset him. If he does choose to talk about it, it’s awkward and jagged, each word hesitant. He’s always so worried about saying or doing the wrong thing - it’s taken Mingyu years to figure that out.

Sometimes it feels like Seokmin is only ever sure of himself when he peels oranges.

“Mingyu-yah,” Seokmin calls out suddenly, like he’s sensed Mingyu darkening the doorway, “just head to the living room, please. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Mingyu nods, even though he knows Seokmin can’t see him, and moves to sit on the couch. The air still feels heavy and bitter on his tongue, and he doesn’t really know what to do from here. Will Seokmin keep pretending that their argument never happened? Will Mingyu? Which of them will break first? Which of them will cry?

It doesn’t take too long for Seokmin to appear, clear in his line of vision. He’s holding a plate laden with orange pieces, ripe and inviting and smelling sickly-sweet. He sits down on the couch next to Mingyu, and only now does Mingyu notice the tightness of his jaw, the gentle pain in his eyes. Mingyu wants to hold Seokmin’s shoulder, or his hands, or his face, but something tells him now isn’t the moment. He just looks Seokmin in the eye, waiting for him to speak.

“Mingyu-yah,” Seokmin says, voice straining, “you made me cry.”

Seokmin could be talking about anything. He could be talking about their fight - he did cry then. He could be talking about when Mingyu decided to go to battle anyway - he did cry then. He could be talking about the days when Mingyu was away - Mingyu didn’t know for sure, but he could have cried then.

“Yeah. I know,” Mingyu replies. Then he says, “You weren’t kind to me either, though.”

“Yeah. I know.”

There’s a beat of silence. All the words that Mingyu hasn't said swirl around his throat and bash at his skull.

He tries to let some of the words out. “I think we should talk ab-”

“Now?” Seokmin interrupts, imploring. “Can’t we do that later? Can’t I just have you back for a while? Can’t I have you for myself, please?”

And Mingyu always knew that Seokmin missed him just as much as he missed Seokmin, but this is the closest he’ll get to hearing it said loud and clear, and something twists deep in his gut.

“Yeah," he replies. “Yeah. I want you with me too.”

He doesn’t say I missed you. He hopes Seokmin hears it.

Seokmin’s lips move in a vague imitation of a smile, and he holds the plate of oranges out towards Mingyu. “If you’re going to go around fighting battles, you need some Vitamin C.”

Mingyu smiles, and tries not to cry too. The movement makes his brain and lips hurt. He takes a piece of orange from the plate. It’s ripe and ready to burst with its own juice, and it’s the brightest thing Mingyu has seen in weeks that isn’t Seokmin. He bites it - there’s an explosion of sharpness in his mouth that almost stings, and then the sweetness rushes through. It’s been a while since Mingyu has had something sweet. It’s been a while since he’s let himself.

Seokmin gives him a weak half-smile as he eats, and eventually he picks up a piece of orange and eats it too. And Mingyu doesn’t believe in God, but for a ridiculous moment he thinks that he’s found God here; here, in his lover’s orange-scented hands, the hands that hold him and caress him and forgive him again and again. Not the immediate, all-encompassing forgiveness of a deity, but the kind of forgiveness that takes work, the kind that says we’ll try again, we’ll try again, I’m still with you, don’t worry. The kind that Mingyu could believe in.
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Re: [FILL] we'll try again

[personal profile] sunwalkr 2022-01-05 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
GOODNESS GRACIOUS NJ!!!!! you’ve done it again T____T run me over w a flatbed it would be less painful than dis… everything was so fraught w distress and tension and best of all the hurting despite the fact that they were both doing it out of softness…i think u rly get seokgyu too, the way where they don’t understand each other n they rly have to work to get it right.


my most favorite exchange
“Now?” Seokmin interrupts, imploring. “Can’t we do that later? Can’t I just have you back for a while? Can’t I have you for myself, please?”

And Mingyu always knew that Seokmin missed him just as much as he missed Seokmin, but this is the closest he’ll get to hearing it said loud and clear, and something twists deep in his gut.

“Yeah," he replies. “Yeah. I want you with me too.”
U DUMB PUPPIES!! HUG IT OUT! USE UR WORDS!
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[FILL] and with you, i'll go wherever

[personal profile] haoguris 2022-01-05 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
ship/member: jihan, one-sided jeongcheol
major tags: apocalypse/tlou au
additional tags: hyyh-centric (i just think svt in the hyyh verse would be *chef's kiss*), the world is ending but that won't stop me from finding you wherever you go
permission to remix: sure~
word count: 1.4k

hi op idk if this is what u asked for (i hope it is!!!!!) but i had a lot of fun writing this out and delving into jihancheol dynamics hehe. i hope u like it! q__q

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"if you want to find shua, and shua wants to find you... why do you have to go through all this?" seungcheol waves his hands around exasperatedly, thick brows knitting together in confusion. jeonghan chews on the end of a toothpick, a distraction of sorts, while his gaze flutters to a tree in the distance. the lollipop dangling in between his fingers nearly slips and drops into the deep sinkhole beneath their hovering feet— it brings jeonghan back to his friend's words, has him tightening his hold on the lollipop. "why can't you just, i don't know, find each other?"

a laugh erupts from jeonghan's mouth, around the toothpick, and he waves the candy in the air flippantly. it's a poorly done mask to hide his true feelings and seungcheol knows it, but he goes through with it regardless. "how do you know shua-ya wants to be found? or if he even cares about me?" his gaze drops to the sinkhole below them, wonders how badly it would hurt if he slipped from the edge of the balcony and fell into the rubble. from the corner of his eye, he sees a tussle between people he can't bring himself to care much about and then he sees a flash. he sighs, nudges seungcheol, and covers his ears. it's muted, but the sound rings through the cracks of his fingers, and shakes his head up. briefly, his heart squeezes in traumatized fear—

("you can't be serious!" screams ring through the building they find themselves sheltered in, a fire is burning ferociously at the side, and seungcheol is grabbing jisoo by the collar of his tattered and bloodied shirt. "fuck you, hong jisoo!"

jeonghan is dissociating. he sees jisoo look at him over seungcheol's shoulder and watches as a sullen smile curves on those pretty features. reality settles in a bit too late, only when seungcheol yells and pushes jeonghan out of the way and out of the window. the last thing he sees before he inevitably blacks out is the building in flames, crumbling and crumbling and crumbling...

the sound rings deep in his ears, thrums within the canals, and it's so painful he can't help but pass out.)

it's not a destructive grenade, thankfully, but a smoke grenade and the two men glance over as the smoke curls up into the air and engulfs the group of people. "the world's gone to shit, cheollie." jeonghan gets up and seungcheol follows after naturally, a troubled expression painting itself on his face. a laugh, genuine and high-pitched now, jeonghan spits the toothpick out to press the lollipop into the inside of his cheek. "thought you didn't want anything to do with him anyway— after what he did."

"i don't." seungcheol picks up his backpack, the bat wrapped in wire twirling slowly in his gloved palm. he tosses jeonghan a sour stare, angry gaze rolling up to glue to the ceiling. "fuck him. he nearly killed us all. you think i want him near us? of course i don't."

jeonghan's silent, picking up his own backpack and a sniper rifle he had found through an earlier scavenge. he rubs his blistered fingers over the silencer he crafted, sucking on the lollipop a bit harder than usual. the jagged edges of the candy dig into his cheek— he doesn't mind the pain.

"i'm only asking because of you," he continues, tone softer now. jeonghan snorts, tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear. it's gotten longer now, he hasn't really had the motivation to cut it (a part of him knows it's because jisoo likes it long, likes tucking it behind his ear and calling him pretty). "i can deal with it if it's for you, jeonghan."

at this, he laughs louder and brighter. the sun's rays pour into his open mouth and warm him inside out, a healthy flush bursting onto his cheeks in splotches. "what... do you like me, choi seungcheol?"

he misses the way seungcheol turns his head, ears a bright pink and expression twisting into softened irritation (thinks he doesn't even want to look at it anyway).



the sky is unusually clear and it's only a pity that he's unable to revel in the air without inhaling a mouthful of toxins. muffled and heavy breathing sounds out from his gas mask, a hand coming up to adjust it. the area here is heavily infected, closed off to the outside world, but there's much to scavenge here and jisoo is a man that's ejected himself from his group for the sake of their own benefit.

"i'm going to die here," he murmurs, kicking a rotting corpse to the side. he bends down and picks up a jagged shard of glass only to toss it behind him. a gasp, cut off, reaches his ears. jisoo smiles. "you still suck at following people, angel."

he turns around, gaze finding the shard stuck in the rotting walls then sliding to the body beside it, pretending to find an immense interest in the wall— picking at it, peeling the layers away, coughing into the gas mask when a cloud of toxins bursts. "maybe i always want to be found," comes the delayed response. jisoo's heart croons and he laughs softly, eyes curving prettily. he walks towards jeonghan with a shake of the head. "cheol asked about you in the morning. when are you coming back?" he doesn't bat away the hand that comes up to cradle the side of his face— it's hard to tilt his head into the palm of that hand with the gear he's adorned on his head but he tries his best anyway. jisoo can envision the smile that overtakes jeonghan's face.

it's honestly strange, jisoo finds himself thinking. the world is on the brink of ending as they know it but in between it all, jeonghan and jisoo find themselves cupping each other in their own hands. there's an odd sense of romance in that notion itself.

"he'd seriously kill me, jeonghan."

"and if you explain yourself?"

jisoo's heart stops beating. explain myself? he wouldn't even listen. "you and him are different people."

the sigh that leaves jeonghan's mouth has jisoo crumbling a bit, but he smiles anyway. it doesn't reach his eyes, naturally, and jeonghan doesn't say a word about it. there's really nothing to say. jisoo takes the hand cupping the side of his head in his own and presses it to the front of his mask— a hilarious attempt to press a "kiss" to the back of jeonghan's hand. "i'm extremely lucky you manage to find me everywhere... but i can't risk being near him. he has every reason to hate me."

when jisoo thinks back on the burning building collapsing around him, suffocating him with the smoke curling around him, slithering down his throat and squeezing around his heart, he feels strangely heartless about it. there's nothing to really reminisce about the situation. he did what he had to do— act as a sacrifice, even if it nearly costed their lives. the knowledge that seungcheol is a quick thinker is something jisoo wielded like a double-edged sword.

"anyway," he waves his free hand around, dropping jeonghan's. "you should go back to him. forget me. you're safer there than here."

jeonghan laughs now, the sound muted because of their gas masks. his eyes are curving and, if jisoo peers a bit closely, his cheeks are bunching up with a pink haze coating the apples of them. a punch is delivered swiftly to his bicep, causing jisoo to stumble backwards with a laugh of his own. stupid, it seems to say. why would i ever want to leave you? says the second punch.

"i finally found you, you dick. i'm not leaving you. one day, i'll drag you back to seungcheol whether you like it or not but for now... hm. stay alive."

"and if i don't stay alive?" jisoo's eyes are bright, golden dewdrops from the sun clinging to his lashes. even in the murky wasteland of their world, he shines bright with jeonghan.

"i'll revive you, then send you to seungcheol myself." jeonghan's smiling at him with his eyes sleazily and jisoo can't help but laugh at it. he shakes his head and shoves at his shoulder.

it's like this that they find each other— at the end of the word, on the edges, as flames of destruction lick at their heels but jisoo and jeonghan can't bring it in themselves to care; after all, they only see each other in the mist with their fates tied together with a red string.

[FILL]: cosmic vertigo

(Anonymous) 2022-01-05 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Chan centric
Major Tags: character introspection, idolverse, inspired by that one japanese interview, food and hotel rooms as metaphors
Additional Tags: BBB-isms (ish): no vocabulary for your existential crisis, is there even a "you" amongst the funhouse mirrors, ur confused? so am i
Permission to remix: sure!

read this prompt sleep-deprived and misread maybe half of it... all of it... i am illiterate (and sorry) ; - ; posting it so that it doesn't rot forever in a doc but i hope someone else can do a proper fill for it T - T

title from Dali's Poème Paranoïaque - La métamorphose de Narcisse

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Chan eats alone in his hotel room that night.

He doesn’t turn on music; his chewing challenges the static of the flickering ceiling lamp in attempts to dissolve the room, to dissolve his thoughts away. He knows better than that, knows better than to turn people away when hurt pulses in his ribs.

Narcissistic maknae.

It’s not to be demanded, to be asked from someone else, Chan knows. Has learned.

Chan is fourteen when he opposes his seal on the Pledis trainee contract. He tells his dad I am not you; I won’t ever be you; I can’t ever be you and can’t decipher surprise from disappointment in the clouds blurring his eyes. Chan is nineteen when he watches rows of hyungs avoid his gaze across the room, tight little smiles reeking of misplaced, belated worry.

“Full of confidence,” the host translates clumsily with a laugh. Chan’s mouth twists. He looks it up later, in the back row of the van stuffed in a jacket that doesn’t belong to him, face haloed by the blue light of his phone. It’s a tale of beauty, numbness, and adoration. Chan closes the window and his eyes, tight, pretending to sleep.

Now, Chan’s mouth is full of soggy, cold catering pizza and he can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times he has eaten dinner alone during these promotions. But even so, he still sees them. Seungkwan’s nagging echoes on the walls when he feels himself eating too fast for his own good; unshelled shrimp he didn’t have to ask for under his elbow, steaming meat laid out on a plate.

Chan is grateful, but can’t tell what’s his own.

Chan hasn’t slept in his own bed for what feels like months and every night he carefully enters a new bathroom with merciless lighting and angled mirrors. He wonders, at times, how much misery a hotel mirror has seen when it reflects his rawest, barred self.

Soonyoung (or any of his roommates) never asks why Chan washes his face with the door open and the lights off, why the yellow lights feel too harsh on mornings the sun hasn’t risen for and the horizon bleeds rays of gold, because he doesn’t need to. Soonyoung understands fragmenting yourself to fit the expectations of your parents, first, of the staff, next, of the fans, at last. He understands looking at a picture so distorted he, it, no longer bears any traits with any of his siblings. He understands when the kaleidoscope turns back on its heels and asks, who are you?

Or at least, Chan thought they did, before today.

It’s not fair, expecting from someone something you haven’t asked for, Chan knows. He tries to form the words into known shapes when Vernon slings an arm around his shoulder and his worry weighs beyond the mass of his limb.

You were supposed to know me best –

I have given you everything, I have shown you everything -

Chan doesn’t think Narcissus died petrified by the beauty of his reflection. The real threat isn’t Narcissus stumbling on his reflection as one would stumble into the abyss, never was. Tiresias tells his mother of another future, one where Narcissus lives old, blessed and blinded by ignorance. The real threat, Tiresias tells his mother, is knowing his true self.

So, Chan lifts his head up and spreads his palms on the cold surface. He whispers, not unkindly, “do your worst.”

And watches.
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[FILL] sallower than summer grass

[personal profile] seokmin_liker 2022-01-05 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ship/Member: Seokmin/Jeonghan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: rule 63, high school au, the sapphic urge to fall in love with your best friend
Permission to remix: Yes!!
Word count: 874

hello... not entirely sure this is what you're going for, but! here! i've also added some references to actual sappho if you enjoy that kind of thing

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As always, Seokmin and Jeonghan spend their lunch break perched on the windowsill of an abandoned classroom. Jeonghan swings her legs a little as she eats, eyes occasionally drifting to Seokmin’s lunchbox, as if she wants to make sure she’s eating too.

They always spend their lunch breaks like this. What with Jeonghan being a grade above Seokmin, they don’t actually get to see each other much within school. The fact that they spend almost all their time outside school together? Irrelevant. What’s important is that Seokmin offers Jeonghan some of her kimbap, which Jeonghan makes a big show of taking and stuffing into her mouth, and Seokmin pretends not to notice Jeonghan put a dumpling in her lunchbox, a silent and unacknowledged thank-you.

This is the only chance they get during the school day to talk. Usually it’s Seokmin dominating the conversation, talking about her teachers, her family, that idiotic boy Mingyu in her Physics class who always tries to act smarter than her. Today, though, it’s Jeonghan’s turn to talk. She’s talking about boys - her main topic of conversation these days.

“I just don’t know what to do, Seokminnie,” she declares, with a soft sigh. “I mean, Joshua’s nice and all, and it’s very sweet that he asked me out, but I just don’t know whether I see myself with him… like that.”

“So you don’t want to be his girlfriend?” Seokmin asks.

“I want to be someone’s girlfriend, don’t get me wrong. I’m just not sure I want to be his.”

“Then say no. Easy as that,” Seokmin decides through a mouthful of kimbap.

“I wish it were that easy.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because if I don’t say yes to Joshua, then five million other nobodies are going to come up to me and ask me out. I don’t have the time or the energy to say no to all of them. It’s tiring.”

“Wow, it’s so difficult being popular and pretty. Glad I don’t have to deal with that problem,” Seokmin mutters, trying not to sound too bitter about it.

Jeonghan laughs. Not the one she uses around ‘nobodies’, but the one she uses around Seokmin, genuine and awkward and a little toothy. It does make Seokmin feel a bit better, as her heart flutters in her chest.

“Oh Seokmin,” Jeonghan replies, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Seokmin’s ear, “who says you’re not pretty?”

“How come nobody wants to ask me out then?”

Seokmin isn’t seriously asking, it’s all part of the bit, but then Jeonghan replies,

“I don’t know, babe. They’re missing out, that’s for sure.”

Seokmin’s tongue feels thick in her mouth, and she can’t say anything. She hates the way her skin sparks when Jeonghan calls her babe. It’s a silly little pet name, really. Jeonghan has one for all her close friends - she calls Soonyoung honey all the time, and Soonyoung doesn’t get all twisted up inside like this. Soonyoung doesn’t want to feel the word on her skin, or reply baby, baby, baby until her lips wear thin. Or maybe she does; maybe everyone who has the honour of being given a secret name by Jeonghan has to bear the common burden of liking her.

Because it is a common burden. Jeonghan is exceptionally pretty, with smooth gorgeous skin and silky black hair and rosebud lips that she carefully puts Chapstick on every morning. Everybody - boy, girl, everyone in between - everybody likes Jeonghan. It’s impossible not to. Jeonghan’s sick of it. Seokmin knows that Jeonghan is sick of it. She makes it clear enough every time some poor soul is so ensnared by her haughty smile that they make the mistake of stuttering out some bumbled confession. To Jeonghan, all these people, with all their admiration and ardent want, are nobodies.

Is Seokmin a nobody too? That’s what she feels like. A nobody, destined to like her best friend who probably doesn’t even like girls. A nobody, who sees Jeonghan like everyone else sees her - even though nobody else knows about the teddy bear she’s had since she was three, or how sensitive a sleeper she is, or about her stupid toothy laugh. A nobody, who follows Jeonghan around like a dutiful little puppy, giving her kimbap and sharing her secrets and hoping that Jeonghan takes just enough pity on her to keep her around.

So far, it seems like it’s worked. Jeonghan’s humoured her for this long. But Seokmin knows that if she were to ever tell Jeonghan how much she wants to hold her hand while they walk to the bus stop, or how much she wants Jeonghan’s dainty fingers to roam from the base of her neck to the roots of her hair, or how much she needs to taste Jeonghan’s cherry Chapstick off her lips, then all that pity would vanish. Seokmin would just be another nobody. And she has fought too hard to be somebody to Jeonghan. She resolves herself to stay strong and to ignore the blood rushing in her ears, to stop herself confessing in some sickeningly pathetic way. She can’t risk losing her somebody-ness in a fleeting lunch break where she’s trying not to look at Jeonghan’s swinging legs.
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Re: [FILL] sallower than summer grass

[personal profile] kwontent 2022-01-05 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
IM CHEWING MY OWN TEETH OFF THIS IS EXACTLYYYYYYYY THE VIBE

this line in particular destroyed me
+ Soonyoung doesn’t want to feel the word on her skin, or reply baby, baby, baby until her lips wear thin. Or maybe she does; maybe everyone who has the honour of being given a secret name by Jeonghan has to bear the common burden of liking her.

jeonghan is SOOOO that bitch it's sickening and im obsessed w the seokminisms of it. u rly nailed exactly how it feels to see your bestie reject and hate all their suitors and think... oh geez... but i like u too...
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Re: [FILL] zero signs of kismet

[personal profile] seokmin_liker 2022-01-05 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
ITALICISED OH MOMENT!!!! you've really captured what i love about fwb to lovers, the moment where all the familiarity and intimacy and everything blurs into one until it's hard to have a line between the friendship and the benefits. i love how Easy it is between josh and jun, and how it feels so true to them!! and oh the bit about how joshua always used to feel like he needed to be sexy but he doesn't have to pretend around jun... ahhhh. great stuff as always