Ship/Member: Vernon/Seokmin/Minghao Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: twisted little lee seokmin, manipulation, vaguely supernatural and dark, vernon is definitely not human but what about seokmin hmm Permission to remix:Yes
A/N: karina i love your fill and its atmosphere and the whole vibe so so much but the idea of there being a third witness, orchestrator what you will to this has been plaguing me for a weeks and i wrote this in a sudden fit in like 20 minutes so its gonna be super vague and seokmin-centric, i hope you find it okay nonetheless!! ily!! -natalie diaz title because klav prompt -going for 5/5 remixes as well as rarest pair (no works in the tag)
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It’s not a coincidence the first time Seokmin meets Hansol, nor the second. It is played to perfection so no one knows any better but it isn’t.
Hansol believes he’s rough around edges, says ‘I stick out like a sore thumb’ more times than Seokmin can remember and Seokmin knows already, by the third time they both pretend to sip at their coffee, that he’s never going to find anyone more perfect, more malleable for what he needs.
See, Seokmin knows what makes a monster useful and it isn’t the fangs he wields so poorly he’s leaving a trail of carcasses behind him wherever he goes—that’s what makes him so terribly easy to trace that first time, after all. The fangs you can fake. It’s the torment Seokmin thrives on.
When Hansol hates the very fact of his own existence, rues the day he was found, hungry and more hungry and then again and again until he’d grown himself something sharper than his blood and thicker than his skin—when Hansol cries for the third time in a week, the flesh behind him still warm under the moonlight, who else but Seokmin will hold him in his arms and whisper promises of hope and sunlight, who else will kiss his already healing wounds, but with bite, as if to say a monster can be a beautiful thing to be.
For every time Hansol has broken himself, Seokmin rebuilds him and when Seokmin finally pushes past the parting of his lips to sink in, it is Hansol who is surprised to find that Seokmin isn’t only the parts of him bared open in the daylight.
It takes months and then some for Seokmin to plant Hansol where he wants him, an awkward misfit at an arts college where everyone is an awkward misfit and Hansol has Seokmin’s Minghao reeled in hook, line and sinker in no time—no one knows the ways of humans like Seokmin does and Seokmin knew the minute he first saw Minghao and willed a future into being that he wouldn’t be able to leave well enough alone.
There is no impatience when Minghao starts following Hansol, not even Hansol falters in his role. The night Hansol reveals himself Minghao is wrapped up in an indigo shawl but there's only a flimsy shirt underneath it, the lines of his neck and his forearms bare to all creatures who dare to pass.
“What’re you thinking about?” says Hansol but Seokmin is the one who holds his breath.
The distance between the two of them reduces slowly but surely until there can be no mistake about what Xu Minghao is being permitted to see and only when they’re a mere hairsbreadth apart does Seokmin step out of the shadows.
Minghao will never know who finally pierced through his bubble and dragged sin from underneath his skin, a press of dark sharpness to his veins that unspooled every single melody sitting in a tangle of tape at his core. Minghao will never know what touched him: the teeth that everyone saw, the ones he knew he had seen correctly or something else altogether.
But it doesn’t matter now, does it?
Minghao’s been starved of touch just as long as Hansol’s been alone and Seokmin?
[REMIX] when i put my teeth to her wrist, the world goes everywhere white
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: twisted little lee seokmin, manipulation, vaguely supernatural and dark, vernon is definitely not human but what about seokmin hmm
Permission to remix:Yes
A/N: karina i love your fill and its atmosphere and the whole vibe so so much but the idea of there being a third witness, orchestrator what you will to this has been plaguing me for a weeks and i wrote this in a sudden fit in like 20 minutes so its gonna be super vague and seokmin-centric, i hope you find it okay nonetheless!! ily!!
-natalie diaz title because klav prompt
-going for 5/5 remixes as well as rarest pair (no works in the tag)
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It’s not a coincidence the first time Seokmin meets Hansol, nor the second. It is played to perfection so no one knows any better but it isn’t.
Hansol believes he’s rough around edges, says ‘I stick out like a sore thumb’ more times than Seokmin can remember and Seokmin knows already, by the third time they both pretend to sip at their coffee, that he’s never going to find anyone more perfect, more malleable for what he needs.
See, Seokmin knows what makes a monster useful and it isn’t the fangs he wields so poorly he’s leaving a trail of carcasses behind him wherever he goes—that’s what makes him so terribly easy to trace that first time, after all. The fangs you can fake. It’s the torment Seokmin thrives on.
When Hansol hates the very fact of his own existence, rues the day he was found, hungry and more hungry and then again and again until he’d grown himself something sharper than his blood and thicker than his skin—when Hansol cries for the third time in a week, the flesh behind him still warm under the moonlight, who else but Seokmin will hold him in his arms and whisper promises of hope and sunlight, who else will kiss his already healing wounds, but with bite, as if to say a monster can be a beautiful thing to be.
For every time Hansol has broken himself, Seokmin rebuilds him and when Seokmin finally pushes past the parting of his lips to sink in, it is Hansol who is surprised to find that Seokmin isn’t only the parts of him bared open in the daylight.
It takes months and then some for Seokmin to plant Hansol where he wants him, an awkward misfit at an arts college where everyone is an awkward misfit and Hansol has Seokmin’s Minghao reeled in hook, line and sinker in no time—no one knows the ways of humans like Seokmin does and Seokmin knew the minute he first saw Minghao and willed a future into being that he wouldn’t be able to leave well enough alone.
There is no impatience when Minghao starts following Hansol, not even Hansol falters in his role. The night Hansol reveals himself Minghao is wrapped up in an indigo shawl but there's only a flimsy shirt underneath it, the lines of his neck and his forearms bare to all creatures who dare to pass.
“What’re you thinking about?” says Hansol but Seokmin is the one who holds his breath.
The distance between the two of them reduces slowly but surely until there can be no mistake about what Xu Minghao is being permitted to see and only when they’re a mere hairsbreadth apart does Seokmin step out of the shadows.
Minghao will never know who finally pierced through his bubble and dragged sin from underneath his skin, a press of dark sharpness to his veins that unspooled every single melody sitting in a tangle of tape at his core. Minghao will never know what touched him: the teeth that everyone saw, the ones he knew he had seen correctly or something else altogether.
But it doesn’t matter now, does it?
Minghao’s been starved of touch just as long as Hansol’s been alone and Seokmin?
Seokmin always gets what he wants.