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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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enemies(?) to lovers(?) boochan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: growing up, coming to terms with sexuality(?)
Do Not Wants: none
Prompt:
- Richard Siken, A Primer for the Small Weird Loves
[FILL] meet me behind the mall
Major Tags: angst, first heartbreak, coming to terms with sexuality, coming out
Additional Tags: um i got too caught up in my head and in the quote that this isn't really enemies to lovers but i hope you like it!
Permission to remix: Yes! please let me know :D
i really have been thinking about this prompt for a long time, but i'm not sure if this is what you wanted. i really hope you like it!
***
Chan grew up to be a beautiful young man right before Seungkwan’s eyes, on the lawn in front of his house, on the bed they shared on some occasions. So beautiful, in fact, that most of the times Seungkwan would forget that he shouldn’t spend so much time looking at him, or with him, for that matter. But it couldn’t be helped.
Chan’s older friends were not the only thing about him that intimidated Seungkwan. Sometimes, Seungkwan would be woken up from his sleep by a honking car on Chan’s side of the street, or by bright laughter that felt right below his window. At school, Seungkwan could fill pages of his notebook with the times he could swear he saw Chan loitering around, his smile showing all his teeth and his eyes twinkling in the distance the further he jogged away from the school gates, as if he didn’t have a single care in the world.
“Seungkwan? Seungkwan, hey!” Mingyu’s face was right in front of his, and he looked something between amused and confused, which wasn’t a weird look on his features. “You okay? You’re too quiet today,” Mingyu said looking out the window of their classroom too, trying to find what had Seungkwan so unusually distracted.
“Nothing, nothing, just didn’t have breakfast today,” Seungkwan lied, face burning, knowing well it will have Mingyu focused him again, nagging and scolding. They were the same.
But even before Chan grew into his own body, Seungkwan found him so gorgeous he ended up lying about almost every blush on his face for all of his high school years.
***
During Seungkwan’s last year of high school, they saw each other face to face for the first time in months at the counsellor’s office. They wanted Seungkwan to tutor Chan.
They’d met before. Seungkwan would try to play it cool and laugh at Chan’s jokes, even join in on them. But he was sure Chan just knew him as neighbour, nothing else.
Seungkwan should’ve known how tutoring was going to go when he said yes.
They ditched studying for good during their second session.
“I’ve heard you’re a really good singer, hyung,” Chan said during their first one, and he kept asking him questions, to know him better, presumably. Chan wasn’t stupid, or had any trouble with his classes. He just didn’t care for them. “You should show me, some day! I like to dance, we could work something out,” he said smiling, all teeth bared out, bright and happy, as if he had waited all his life for someone who would sing for him.
Chan was almost all of Seungkwan’s firsts even if it terrified him (except for first kiss – that was always Hansol’s. Even if he’s moved across the globe and the promises they made to each other do not make Seungkwan feel nearly guilty enough to stop.)
The most important firsts Chan took for himself were Seungkwan’s first big lie to his parents and first heartbreak. His sister always knew the truth, because there was only so much rebel Chan could make out of him. But the thing was, he didn’t even care. He lied without a single stutter to his words, as if he’d done it dozens of times before. To his parents, to his friends. He flirted back and touched him back when no one was looking, as if he hadn’t spent an entire night locked inside a bathroom the moment he realised he was into a boy who wasn’t his best friend.
“I’m worried about Seungkwannie,” he heard Soonyoung say to Mingyu once, the only senior who gave a damn about them. “I haven’t seen helping out at the school theatre in weeks,” he’d say and that’d make Mingyu frown, and ask questions. Seungkwan’s eyes would fill with tears behind the door that hides him and flinch when his phone vibrates. Then, his stomach would fill out with something soft and fuzzy and he’d ditch the club once more.
Chan’s eyes on him were worth it. Chan’s whispering of I wanna show you something, hyung, when he never had the decency to call him hyung unless he wanted to do something risky or stupid blinded him every time.
I love you, Seungkwan would think fervently, desperately, when they kissed under the tree behind Chan’s house, and every time since.
***
Chan finally crushed his heart the first summer Seungkwan goes back home from college.
He didn’t do it immediately. It was summer and both of them could finally drink or drive around without fearing the consequences of their youth. Seungkwan used to fear them. Chan never cared.
He really took his time, making Seungkwan real happy for a few heartbeats. They danced in a club in a neighbouring town, when his mom believed he was out with Mingyu. They danced and kissed in public and held each other very close. Seungkwan was sure he’d never forget the feeling of Chan’s hands above his clothes.
Unsuspecting, Seungkwan gave up more firsts to Chan then. Weak to him, to his undivided attention and to his gentle words, Seungkwan could do nothing but give give give.
Except for a confession, he gave Chan everything. But Seungkwan was sure he knew. He must’ve known. That was why he kissed back. That was why he was as obsessed with meeting Seungkwan every day that summer. That was why he was so quick to simply drop everything one day. Chan simply stopped talking to him a week before they both had to leave for their different schools and it drove him mad with worry.
The silence was killing him. Maybe something happened to Chan. Maybe he was not okay.
He knocked on the door to Chan’s house against his better judgement. He never did this. They never used the front doors; they’d agree on a place to meet and then sneak inside either house if they ever did. They would make out in Chan’s car or behind a mall or in the darkness of Seungkwan’s bedroom way past midnight. Sometimes they’d do more. Sometimes a ray of sunshine would sneak in and Chan’s face would like it did when he opened the door. Exposed. Vulnerable. Scared.
Scared of what, Seungkwan would never know.
“Hey, are you okay? I haven’t heard from you in days and I’m worried,” Seungkwan whispered and reached out to cup Chan’s cheek with his hand.
Chan slapped his hand away.
“What are you doing here?” he hissed, anger and red flooding his face. Seungkwan didn’t understand. Or he did, maybe he just didn’t want to believe it.
“I told you, I was worried—” Seungkwan took a step closer, trying to find his eyes. Chan took a step back, his expression horrified.
“Get out of here, I swear,” Chan looked behind him and pushed him back with one hand to Seungkwan’s chest. It was barely a brush of fingers, Chan’s touch always delicate on him, but his tone and his gaze were disgusted, terrified. “This is over, okay. Now go away before someone sees you, fuck’s sake.”
“Chan, don’t do this, you mean so much to me—”
“You’re wasting your time, hyung. Go to your house and just,” Chan was growing desperate, Seungkwan could see it. “Just forget this ever happened. This should’ve never happened, so just go now.”
He shut the door to Seungkwan’s face.
***
He didn’t cry until Mingyu found him.
“Seungkwannie?” he asked softly, as if hearing his name could scare him somehow. “Seungkwannie, what’s wrong? Your mom said you won’t come of your room, are you sick?”
He was. He felt sick.
The tears sprung out of him with full force. The ache in his chest became tangible, feral, a growing void taking over it. His sobs were so sudden Mingyu jumped to his bed in an instant and held his face up. Even without knowing a single thing, his eyes filled with tears, too, and everything in Seungkwan just hurt worse.
“I know,” Mingyu said against all odds. Oblivious, clumsy and kind Mingyu knew all along? “Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you? Because I would go over there right now and—and,”
The idea of Mingyu leaving at that moment was way worse than him seeing him cry like this, so Seungkwan just shook his head no and held on to him tighter.
Mingyu held him just as tightly. He kept whispering stuff on his ears and running his hands through his hair and back.
The void in his chest grew all the way up his throat, choking him, making him unable to speak.
“You’ll be okay,” Mingyu said then, his voice broke at the end. “You’ll be okay, Seungkwannie, you will.”
“I’m gay,” Seungkwan exhaled.
“I know. It’s okay. You’ll be okay,” Mingyu repeated.
Seungkwan closed his eyes and coughed. He wiped his tears and his snot with his sleeve and then hugged Mingyu when his eyes filled up once more.
Mingyu cried too, but he stayed the night and held him. Seungkwan cried some more. He told him everything. With his heart heavy, they finally went to sleep and Seungkwan thought about all the things he’d do when he gets back to his college dorm. He looked forward to them. And he started to believe Mingyu then.
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