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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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[FILL] a thousand roots, growing
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: verkwan jeju trip, vague plant (???) metaphors, flashbacks, the simultaneous recognizing and repressing of feelings!!!!
Permission to remix: pls ask!
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At Jeju, when they visit Seungkwan’s home, they share a bed.
“Sorry,” Seungkwan apologizes, mouth pursing when he looks over the twin-sized bed. It’ll be a tight squeeze for two of them. Seungkwan’s room is cluttered, but well taken care of. Relics of the young Seungkwan’s life in girl group posters and abandoned notebooks. Hansol likes it. “I should’ve realized…”
“It’s cool,” Hansol says. Brushing the concern aside.
They’ve shared a bed before, the two of them. Countless times.
No big deal, Hansol thinks.
–
Hansol’s bed doesn’t smell right. He is fourteen, alone in the dorm, too anxious to sleep, and his bed doesn’t smell right. His mom uses a specific detergent, clean and floral. Comforting.
There is none of that comfort here. To his horror, tears start to drip from his eyes. He wipes at his face furiously, but they persist, falling fast until he has to cover his mouth to muffle his sobs.
You said you could handle it, staying here, leaving home, what are you doing -
“Hansol?”
Seungkwan’s voice is so bright, even as a whisper, breaking through the miserable cloud shrouding Hansol. A sunbeam, at two in the morning, sitting up in the bed across from Hansol’s. “Are you crying?”
“Can you come here?” his whispers wetly.
The shuffle of sheets, the patter of footsteps, and Seungkwan is slipping in beside him. Hansol sniffles, and Seungkwan’s arms are around him. Knowing what Hansol needs before he asks.
Hansol falls asleep, lulled by Seungkwan’s heartbeat.
–
“I know we pulled straws, but you can room with Seungkwan if you want,” Soonyoung offers. Hansol’s stomach turns inside out. “I can talk to hyung - “
“No,” Hansol clears his throat. “No, it’s okay. It’s cool.”
Soonyoung tilts his head in confusion but Hansol puts his earphones in before he can push the issue. He knows Soonyoung is being nice, but it’s for the best. Really. Even though Seungkwan had pouted, full of disappointment, “why can’t we pick our roommates hyuuuuung?” Hansol had forced a laugh at his silliness, and everyone else laughed along with him.
But. He can’t. He can’t. If Seungkwan is right across from him, in the same room, Hansol doesn’t think he’ll be strong enough to resist him.
They keep growing, the two of them. Hansol, more like a weed, while Seungkwan blooms, the tallest sunflower in the field. They keep growing, and so does this thing in Hansol’s chest. Sprouted from the minute Seungkwan smiled at him for the first time.
–
Dinner is just the two of them. Seungkwan’s mom serves them, cooking all of Seungkwan’s old favorites, before leaving them alone with a smile that makes Hansol’s skin flush. Any paranoid thoughts disappear with the spoonful of marinated crab Seungkwan shoves in his mouth.
“Haaa, this is so good!”
“Isn’t it?” Seungkwan watches him eat with sparkling eyes. Grin stretching further and further with every compliment that spills out of Hansol’s mouth. Hansol eats until he’s bursting, wanting to bask in Seungkwan’s happiness for as long as possible. “I’ll make a Jeju boy out of you,” Seungkwan laughs when they’ve cleared the table.
Please, Hansol does not say. Does not beg.
–
When he was too young to name the thing in his chest, Hansol used to cling to Seungkwan as freely as Seungkwan clings to him now. Uncaring of the hyungs’ giggles and side-eyes.
When he’s older, the first time he tries to name the floaty, tickling sensation that comes around every time he hears Seungkwan sings, he shuts down. Suddenly painfully aware of the eyes on them and unable to bear the weight.
He can’t. He can’t. It’s easier to push Seungkwan away. Tries to stamp down the growth, but it’s ivy, it’s moss, spreading no matter how much Hansol snips away at it. Rejecting Seungkwan’s invitations, avoiding his hands. Looking away from his sad eyes.
Still, no matter what he does, Seungkwan continues to water it. Unknowingly, unflinchingly. Keeping it strong. Steadfast with his love.
–
“Aren’t you too tall? Chwe Hansol,” Seungkwan grumbles as he tries to get comfortable. Hansol is flat on his back, eyes closed, trying to ignore Seungkwan’s warm body squirming next to him.
“Sleep like a normal person,” Hansol murmurs. He’s warm too, belly full from dinner. A weird feeling, for his muscles to be so relaxed while his brain is buzzing. He doesn’t react when Seungkwan settles on curling on his side, chin resting on Hansol’s shoulder.
“You’re sleeping like a starfish,” Seungkwan snickers, poking Hansol’s cheek. “Shall I tell you a bedtime story, Hansollie?”
“Mm.” Hansol tries to keep his eyes closed but he can’t resist. He opens them, watching Seungkwan gesture wildly as he recounts some silly tale from his school days. Hansol stares, the way he always does, because when it’s Seungkwan, there’s no looking away.
At one point, Seungkwan laughs at his own joke, head thrown back, incandescent in his glee, and Hansol can feel it again. He feels it all the time; in his fingers that itch to reach out, in his throat demanding him to speak. It’s spread, growing into his veins, soaked in his blood.
He exhales.
Seungkwan notices him staring. “Sol-ah, did you say something?”
Hansol caves. He turns on his side too, so that they’re facing each other. Wordlessly, he extends his hand and Seungkwan takes it, smile softening into tenderness. Hansol never wants to leave this bed. They could make a home here, just the two of them. He wants to open his mouth, and let the tangled overgrowth pass from between his lungs, into Seungkwan’s.
“We can sleep like this,” Seungkwan says drowsily, eyes slipping shut. “Holding… hands…”
Hansol watches Seungkwan fall asleep. They’re close enough that he can feel the warmth of Seungkwan’s breath on his cheek. His hand still curled in Hansol’s.
Hansol lies there, emptying every word he does not say in the silent space between them. Impossibly wishing that Seungkwan will wake in the morning, knowing it all.
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