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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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dancing in a downpour
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: need every love story end in a revelation
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
[FILL] just as usual
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: non-idol AU
Permission to remix: Yes
sorry op i think i might've hijacked your prompt a little >__< but thank you for the lovely quotes and i hope you enjoy anyway
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It’s raining when Wonwoo exits the restaurant.
The flashing lights of the OPEN sign swim at the edges in little pockets of rainwater, pooling in the places where the sidewalk is uneven. Wonwoo had worn his new leather loafers today, despite the weather forecast predicting the current situation exactly, and is now regretting it. He steps gingerly around the larger pools, making his way toward the covered seating by the bus stop.
He’s the only one to leave early this time, having tapped out after the second round of drinks even as his coworkers begged him to stay for a third. Still, it’s late. Wonwoo spares a glance at his watch. The buses have already stopped running and soon the cabs will, too. He sticks his head out from under the awning and watches for any last taxis to pass by.
As he checks his wallet for cash, someone comes to stand on the other side of the single row of plastic seats in a flurry of trembling clothing and shoes slapping against the thin layer of water covering the ground. Wonwoo thumbs through the bills before putting his wallet back into his pocket. The motion in his peripheral vision comes to a standstill. And then—
“Jeon Wonwoo?”
Wonwoo blinks. He knows this voice. He looks over and realizes he knows this face too.
“Kim Mingyu.”
Under the dim glow from the streetlamp across the road, Mingyu looks exactly the same and yet somehow completely different at the same time. As if the Kim Mingyu that Wonwoo used to know was a clay doll that had been pulled and pinched this way and that by a pair of metal tweezers to alter him just slightly, just enough for it to feel— strange.
But it’s easy to tell how well he’s aged. Unbelievably, he’s now even taller than he’d been back then. Grown into the full maturity of his features and yet somehow still as boyishly charming as ever.
“Long time no see,” says Mingyu, offering him a hesitant smile that spreads out wider when Wonwoo manages one back. “What are you doing here?”
“Went to dinner after work.”
“Ah, me too.” The evidence is clear enough, golden strips of light painting the image of cheeks flushed red with alcohol across Mingyu’s face. But Wonwoo would be remiss to think a little bit of soju could dull Mingyu’s acuity at all. Even now, his eyes glint with a sharp sort of brightness. “Where did you eat?”
When Wonwoo points it out, Mingyu laughs. “We were at the place right next door. We go there all the time,” he says. “What a coincidence.”
The restaurant Wonwoo was at earlier is a favorite of his coworkers. To think that they’d been so close, just a door away, without meeting, all this time.
“What a coincidence, indeed,” Wonwoo agrees. “You look well.”
“So do you, hyung,” says Mingyu. “Even caught in weather like this.”
But Wonwoo’s always thought this sort of dreary, wet weather has its own charm, even as his hair lies flat against his forehead and he can feel the skin of his feet pruning from his soaked-through socks. Sometimes the most inherently unromantic things can be romantic in their own right.
When, finally, they catch sight of a cab and Mingyu successfully flags it down, Wonwoo checks his watch again and knows this one will be the last one of the night. Mingyu opens the back door and asks if the driver takes card or mobile payment, hissing through his teeth when the answer is in the negative. “I don’t have cash,” he tells Wonwoo. “You take this one, and I’ll wait for the next one.”
Wonwoo takes the paper bills out of his wallet and folds them into neat thirds behind his back. “Do you still live in Seongsan-dong?”
“I— I do, yeah,” says Mingyu, after a beat. “You still remember?”
Wonwoo doesn’t answer that. “That’s far from here, isn’t it?”
The confusion on Mingyu’s face only lasts a second. “Oh no. Hyung—”
“It’ll be a while if you wait for the next one. You should go now.”
“We can share the cab,” Mingyu argues.
“I live in the opposite direction.”
The taxi driver is starting to look impatient. Wonwoo doesn’t blame him. Anyone would be tired at this time of night, and the wind is blowing rain into the car and onto the seats.
“I don’t have cash to pay the fare.”
Wonwoo pushes the money into Mingyu’s hand. “Now you do.”
Mingyu looks down at the money before looking up at Wonwoo again. Even in the low light, his face is openly distraught. “Hyung, I can’t accept this.”
“Please, Mingyu. It’s late.”
“How are you going to get home?”
“My place is close. I can walk.”
“In the rain?”
Wonwoo doesn’t waste his breath telling Mingyu not to worry because he will anyway. Instead he—hesitating only for a moment—takes Mingyu’s hands in his own and folds them around the money, holding firm even as he can feel Mingyu jolt under his touch. When Wonwoo lets go, taking a step back, Mingyu lets his hands fall in front of him and makes no move to give the money back.
“Let me send you home,” says Wonwoo. “One last time.”
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It was raining when school ended on the day Wonwoo broke up with Mingyu.
Earlier that day, when Wonwoo went up to the rooftop to find Mingyu already waiting for him, it had been sunny, with a mild breeze. Uncharacteristic for February. The day before, the lobby of Wonwoo’s building had flooded, street gutters overflowing and soaking Wonwoo’s white sneakers in a suspiciously yellow tinge. But today the concrete was dry enough to sit on.
It was cold enough that Mingyu was still wearing a thick padded jacket over his school uniform. “Wonwoo-hyung!” he called, after the loud whine of hinges desperately in need of a good oiling announced Wonwoo’s presence. In front of where he sat criss-cross on the ground was a bowl of miyeok-guk on a metal tray, identical to the one Wonwoo set down when he sat next to him.
His cheeks were as pink as the tips of Wonwoo’s fingers. Wonwoo wanted to slip his hands into the pockets of Mingyu’s jacket. Mingyu wouldn’t mind. He never did.
In the end, Wonwoo tucked his hands into his own sleeves. He couldn’t tell if it was his hands making his arms feel cold or if it was the other way around.
“It’s so cold, hyung,” Mingyu whined, punctuated with exaggerated full-body shivers. “Why did you want to eat up here today, anyways?”
Because I thought it’d be nice, Wonwoo wanted to say. Because I wanted to eat with you today, and tomorrow, and every day after that.
“I’m graduating soon,” he said. “And you’ll be busy with exams next year.”
And Mingyu had always been smart. Cleverer than Wonwoo by far. So he understood what Wonwoo meant when Wonwoo himself was unable to say it outright.
Wonwoo watched Mingyu retract his hands and put them in his own pockets. “Okay, hyung.”
Between then and now the sky had opened up, the fluffy white clouds from earlier now dense and grey. The pitter-patter of rain slapping against the concrete echoed fast and frantic like a heartbeat. When Wonwoo stepped outside the building and under the awning, Mingyu was already outside, toeing hesitantly at the line between dry and wet ground. He looked over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps.
When he saw that it was Wonwoo, he turned away again.
“Mingyu,” said Wonwoo. Wishing he would look back even when Wonwoo didn’t deserve it. “Aren’t you going home?”
“I forgot my umbrella,” said Mingyu, curt. “I asked my mom to bring it for me.”
“I have mine.”
“Good for you.”
A little desperately, Wonwoo said, “You don’t have to call your mother. I’ll bring you back.”
Mingyu turned to him then. He’d never been very good at hiding his feelings—it was as easy as breathing for Wonwoo to read the hurt on his face. “You live in the opposite direction.”
“I don’t mind.”
“You’ll get sick. You always get sick so easily.”
“It’ll be fine.”
“You always say that.”
“Mingyu, please.”
Most of the time, Wonwoo tried his best not to be selfish. But just this once he wanted to be, just one more time.
When Wonwoo opened the umbrella over his head, Mingyu stepped underneath. The distance between their shoulders was small enough for Wonwoo to feel the heat radiating off of Mingyu’s body but still not close enough to feel its weight. One centimeter, give or take.
“Let me walk you home,” said Wonwoo. “One last time.”
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- Grown into the full maturity of his features and yet somehow still as boyishly charming as ever. i love how observant wonwoo is here - the description of soju not dulling mingyu's acuity, it's a lens that is tailored to Knowing its subject. no one else could describe kmg the way jww could.
- the almost coincidence timing of never meeting there till that day despite being right next to each other is so movie-like
- Sometimes the most inherently unromantic things can be romantic in their own right. op how do you get it so much. sidenote that i meant to leave for the end but this piece uses rain /so/ well. rain as a setting, rain as a common thread between two moments and all the associations of it with that tinge of sadness and romance. this is seriously all i could have asked for from this prompt and i think you are amazing.
- “I— I do, yeah,” says Mingyu, after a beat. “You still remember?” / Wonwoo doesn’t answer that. seriously like it is getting me so bad that wonwoo remembers everything and cares so much. that he's SO considerate. that mingyu can't accept not because he doesn't want the kindness but just because he cares about wonwoo that much too, that neither can accept comfort when they know the other person will have it worse. the way: Instead he—hesitating only for a moment—takes Mingyu’s hands in his own and folds them around the money, holding firm even as he can feel Mingyu jolt under his touch. that wonwoo uses his love as a weapon and gets his way but ultimately for mingyu's own benefit. i'm dyeing!!
- “Let me send you home,” says Wonwoo. “One last time.” as soon as i read this line for the first time i knew what direction you were going in. this is such a good line, so charged with history T___T
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- Because I thought it’d be nice, Wonwoo wanted to say. Because I wanted to eat with you today, and tomorrow, and every day after that. because he's not breaking up with him because he doesn't love mg and i love how you convey this so clearly in his narration. and i love that take on mw because it's really so tender AND I LOVE THEM. i want them to be happy, and even if they're not together it really is just so. to know that they care still.
- “I forgot my umbrella,” said Mingyu, curt. “I asked my mom to bring it for me.” / “I have mine.” / “Good for you.” mingyu almost petulant in his hurt but wonwoo STILL CARES SO MUCH!!!! so much that he's desperate for mg to take it
- “You’ll get sick. You always get sick so easily.” again with the Knowing
- Most of the time, Wonwoo tried his best not to be selfish. But just this once he wanted to be, just one more time. (heartbreak emoji) i'm deceased. op thank you sooooo much for this i think you are incredible and i won't be able to stop thinking about this.
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my svt knowledge is actually somewhat outdated so i don't know how well this holds up but i feel like for jww pov i always want to hit on how much he simply pays attention to other people as well as how poetic he is so i'm glad it seemed to translate well T___T also i screamed a little when you said this is really the crux of jww within mw to me and you put it so well... and this too: i'm glad you liked the softer take on them because a lot of the time when i read mw fic i end up just feeling really bad for kmg T___T not to say that i don't also enjoy that dynamic but sometimes i do like to think that jww really cares for him too to the point of being self-sacrificial...
anyways thank you so much again T___T i've been reading this comment over and over and it makes me so happy every time <3