Someone wrote in [community profile] 17hols 2022-01-07 08:37 pm (UTC)

[FILL] everyone blooms in their own time

Ship/Member: (platonic?) vershua
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the difference between being korean-american and korean + american

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We’re older than we used to be
This town holds no more to see


Joshua listens to the song on the way to the studio, his airpods shoved in his ears wrong. They don't fit, actually, but it would be super inconvenient to change them or, like, resize them? Joshua isn't sure and he doesn't care. His ears will probably adjust.

Hansol sent him this song as inspiration. They're trying to write another English song, and Joshua honestly had no idea what to write. He sort of never does. There's so many talented people in Seventeen, he can kind of get away with never writing a single lyric.

Hansol was saying he wanted to do a pop-punk style, something like Avril Lavigne meets All Time Low. Joshua sent him a Reliant K song and expected to cringe at Hansol pretending to like it, but Hansol genuinely enjoyed it.

Joshua doesn't know how to tell Hansol how useless he's going to be when it comes to lyric writing. So he prepares as hard as he can, listening to everything Hansol sends his way.

i like it


yeah?


it's got good lyrics

what did u like


uh


"this town holds no more to see"

word ya


tons of music frm this genre talks about like


hometowns n shit. upbringing n origin and all that


i like it


reminds me of growing up



Joshua doesn't know how to talk to Hansol about this. They're grouped together because they're both American, but it's different and Joshua doesn't know how to explain it.

It's how Joshua came to Korea with a clumsy tongue, it's the way sometimes Hansol's teeth get in the way of his English consonants, it's the way Joshua knew Big Bang and Hansol knew Epik High. It's the way Joshua looked for community in every room, counting the heads and hoping for people who looked like him. It's about how Hansol never saw anyone who looked like him.

So they're both Korean-American, on paper. With a lot of asterisks.

Hansol doesn't talk about his own shit much. Doesn't mention the way he grew up, the way he had a limb in every box they tried to put him in. He used to say more, but not to Joshua. Never to Joshua.

Joshua wonders why that is.

Maybe on paper they have a lot in common, but Joshua is jealous in a way he can't explain. Hansol is mainland; they really cared about shit like that at their church--who was going back to Korea, who had family there still, who knew the language.

Does it matter what you look like, or what you sound like? Joshua doesn't know. They feel like stupid questions, and he would be mortified to even ask Hansol about any of this.

So he'll take it, on paper. Sure. He doesn't mind that they're grouped together, because it's Hansol, the sweet kid who helped him with his spelling and told him where to move, how to say how he felt.

All his emotions are in Hansol's words now.

Joshua still doesn't talk to his mom in Korean when he calls her. It doesn't feel right.

He talks to Hansol in Korean. He hopes it feels right to him, too.

we could write a song about that


we could


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