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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"
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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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Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: enemies to lovers or lovers to enemies
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Prompt:
― Pinguini Tattici Nucleari, Verdura
my answer is you
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: soonyoung centric, one sided enemies ? ballet dancer soonyoung, golden boy mingyu, angst, jealousy
Permission to remix: Yes
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Soonyoung was not born rich, he had next to no luxuries while growing up. All he had was a cute face and he learned how to use that face very early on in life. It started with small things, like everything in the world does, an extra chocolate at the price of a smile, his homework being done by just holding someone’s hand. He didn’t have the money to work on his skills or knowledge but he was cute and for the earlier years that was enough.
High school, kwon soonyoung learned, was a reflection of the outside world. It had none of the protective circle or a general sense of comfort that middle school somewhat provided, this was raw and undignified, you either ate someone or you got eaten. There hadn’t been a day in his life that he wasn’t hungry.
Kim Mingyu wasn't even aware what it means to not be completely full.
The disdain came naturally and the resentment soonyoung held on to build over the years. Kim Mingyu was the king of the jungle and soonyoung was just about ready to ignite fire and watch it die. He watched as mingyu jumped from person to person, thrived on validation and appreciation as soonyoung struggled to pass the day. He was the golden boy.
The day of reckoning came far earlier than soonyoung anticipated, he'd had a terrible day, his grades almost low enough for expulsion and he found his favourite tiger sweater shredded to bits outside his lockers. Teenagers were stupid and cruel. Just as he was leaving, he was stopped by none other than the golden boy.
' this is it ' he thought, ready to explode. And then the idiot smiled. His vampire teeth exposed, he was undeniably handsome. Soonyoung wanted nothing more than to smack him.
" Do consider joining! " He spoke very fast, handed soonyoung some papers and ran off.
Soonyoung stood there watching him run down the hallway paralyzed. He tripped on his own feet, got up in literally one second and continued his journey.
Soonyoung looked at the paper in his hand. It was a poster, " Free ballet classes after school?" He mumbled to himself. He considered it for a second but he was already pretty much convinced as soon as he read free.
He showed up to the class on Monday afternoon, the first one there. A woman stood near the window, she was wearing an all black outfit. She oozed grace, poise and confidence that soonyoung had only seen in rich people. She didn't look towards him even though she was clearly aware of his presence. He stood at the entrance, gangly and awkward until the next student came and pushed him inside the room.
The class started and everyone struggled to soonyoung's delight, just a glimpse of equality. The Madame was genuine in her compliments when someone made progress but never responded to any form of sucking up. She was biased and paid more attention to people who showed quick improvement and potential, soonyoung was one of them. He was still unsure of whether he'd come back at this point.
After the class he asked to stay back and that's where things changed for him, the Madame gave him tips, made changes in his postures and sent him his way. She does this until he's learned to stay back on his own. The Madame asks him questions about himself but they always pertain to things that would reflect in his performance. She asks him about his financial condition, only because she wants him to buy better shoes than the one given by the school.
As the days progress he finds himself lost in the world of ballet, finds worth in himself. The reality check comes way sooner than he deserves if he's being honest. His grades are still abysmal and now he has something to lose.
Rather than focusing on the punishment, the Madame offers him a conditional reward, "stabilize your grade and I'll buy you new shoes and an outfit" soonyoung has never smiled bigger, the Madame does not smile back.
The year passes, he passes his classes and the Madame passes him an address to stay during the summer. It's a beautiful cottage with a modern studio underneath, soonyoung gets the smallest room in the place but knows better than to complain. The Madame doesn't give any more than necessary, whether it be love or wealth.
He flourishes under her care over the years, if only on the outside. Rotten cores will always taste rotten, no matter how pretty it's appearance.
Soonyoung's graduation comes in a blink of an eye. He keeps his head down and tries to get it over with as quickly as possible. That doesn't stop him from mocking Kim Mingyu's valedictorian speech in his head. He fears he's caught when Mingyu's eyes meet his, despite being so far away, soonyoung catches their liveliness, as they sparkle, so bright that he's the one who ends up looking away first.
His belly clenches upon itself as he coils in disgust. He soothes himself, he got an excellent scholarship lined up at an excellent school and he can finally get away and start anew. His wins at competitions have provided him with enough funds for him to have a few days of fun in the year. He's eighteen and he's okay.
This perception is soon shattered at freshman orientation. Things are even better than he perceived them to be, who cares about Kim Mingyu when you can get drunk and find comfort in the arms of various strangers.
He's in a wealthy household today, the master bedroom has a balcony and soonyoung enjoys the night sky as his lover of the night is passed out on his own vomit in the bed. He stirs a glass of wine, it's fancy, he hasn’t had such an exquisite one since he left the madame’s cottage. This is the first quiet moment he’s allowed himself since his senior year. He contemplates his future, goals and aspirations, his survival.
The serene atmosphere is quickly broken by the sound of something shattering. Soonyoung bends over the balcony, eyes frantically searching for the source of the noise. A sculpture lies broken on the ground close to the main door of the house, the quickest conclusion he comes to is that a robbery is taking place. He contemplates his choices and disregards calling the police immediately, with the amount of drugs and alcohol lying around he’d ruin his reputation within the industry.
He walks over to the corner of the balcony and presses his back to the wall, hoping that the robber skips this room or at least isn't able to see him. The room door opens and he prepares for the worst. Ten minutes pass, he hears no noise from the room after the initial ones. Letting curiosity get the better of him he slowly walks back into the room.
A man is lying face down next to his hook up. Soonyoung, careful not to make any noise, walks over to the side to see who it is, his face is buried in the pillows and he has long hair so soonyoung can't really see his face. He knows he should just leave but the man seemed oddly familiar and soonyoung couldn't let it go.
He pushes the man's hair back with as presion as his drunk body would allow. Laughter bubbles out of him as he realisation finally hits him. It's Kim Mingyu.
Tears are running down his face as he laughs his heart out. He's aware he's loud but fuck these guy's beauty sleep. He's still chuckling as he leaves the room, walks down the stairs. He grabs two bottles of wine from the house bar and walks out with no direction in mind.
The next six months pass in a game of taking a shot everytime soonyoung comes across Kim Mingyu. He would have died of alcohol poisoning if he actually followed through with the game.
He thanks the stars that they haven't interacted yet.
Soonyoung has calmed down over the years but he can't deny the resentment that runs in his veins at the sight of Kim Mingyu. He trusts himself not to be impulsive but he also knows he wears his emotions on his sleeves.
He's sitting in the library one day, ignoring his assignments, flipping through the latest pop magazine when Kim Mingyu quietly comes and sits in front of him. 'Of course he doesn't even have the courtesy to ask,' thinks soonyoung.
He crosses his arms and simply stares at mingyu. He looks extremely excited, soonyoung catches a glimpse of the vampire teeth once again and none of them speak for the next 30 seconds. The silence gets to him and as he's about to break it, mingyu says," we're partners for the photography elective"
Soonyoung narrows his eyes suspiciously which mingyu catches immediately.
" I know it's going to be announced next friday in class but I happened to come across the list in the photocopy room as I was helping out another professor." Mingyu explains. Soonyoung notes that he still has the habit of talking as fast as a bullet, something he'd appreciate in anyone else.
"Okay and" soonyoung figures the less he speaks the more chances he has of avoiding an outburst.
" Let's use this to our advantage and get a head start. I sometimes have to take long breaks from school, so let's get everything done as soon as possible."
His words only further anger soonyoung, what an entitled piece of shit. He feels his eyes narrowing further and a frown sits prettily on his forehead. He curses his luck because he can't scream in a library but he can storm away.
He finds Kim Mingyu sitting, staring at him, a confused expression on his face.
" Wah '' he says at last. " Your face went through at least 50 different emotions in the last 5 minutes. Would you like to be the subject of our project ? "
Soonyoung's face must show his surprise because Kim Mingyu has the audacity to laugh. He wipes a tear from the corner of eyes and says " ah this is going to be fun"
It really isn't fun, soonyoung makes sure of it. He counters mingyu on every small detail, is extremely annoying on purpose and at least 5 minutes late to everything.
To soonyoung's displeasure he doesn't even flinch, just argues back, smug drinking his Starbucks. Their work hours double due to all the arguments and unlike what mingyu had mentioned the day they met, he's yet to miss a single day of college.
He waits for mingyu to bring it up, to ask about his petty ways, and to confront him. He never does.
The night before they submit their work, soonyoung asks him himself.
" I don't care " is the response he gets.
" Don't you find it annoying ?"
" Oh yes absolutely I do. You're so annoying soonyoung, but you look like an angry hamster which is adorable." Mingyu talks and carries on adding finishing touches to their project. Soonyoung pretents the warmth in his cheeks are from the heaters in the room.
Their project ends and so does another semester. Soonyoung travels to Madame's cottage for the holidays and presents her (someone) with a gift for the first time in his life. She regifts it to the servant in front of him and he admires her consistency.
He begins his third year no different than the rest with one exception. Mingyu. The end of the project seems to have not ended Mingyu's fascination with him and soonyoung's raging resentment has also simmered down to a background existence.
Mingyu integrates himself into soonyoung's life seamlessly, just like he always belonged there, just like he always finds a way to belong anywhere. Suddenly he's handing soonyoung flowers at the end of competitions, he picks up soonyoung from his room every morning, matching Starbucks for the two of them. Sometimes they bicker like always, sometimes they don't talk at all.
Currently soonyoung lies on his front, they're sitting under a tree. Mingyu sitting beside him, absentmindedly running his fingers down soonyoung's spine as he scrolls through his Instagram. He's so touchy. There wasn't a day mingyu didn't lay his hands on him, from the beginning of the project. He didn't notice it that time, too busy dealing with his bitterness, it's all he notices now.
The fingers stop and mingyu simply rests his entire hand on the small of his back, he feels a big portion of his waist being covered up. He wills down the moan coming up his throat at just the thought of their size difference. It doesn't help that he hasn't been to a single party since mingyu got added to his daily life. He is after all a professional ballet dancer, he has a tight schedule.
Soonyoung's alarm rings indicating the end of his sweet torture. He dusts himself of any grass stuck to him and gathers his stuff. They're walking towards class when mingyu grabs his wrist and pulls him to a halt.
" Do you mind if we stop by my room. I forgot my charger and my phone's about to die. " He knows going to his room would make them late for class so he increases the intensity of his puppy dog eyes.
Soonyoung chuckles, "let's just go to mine, it's closer. We have the same charger type" They're halfway to his room when soonyoung realises two things, one Mingyu's still holding his wrist and second this is about to be his first time in soonyoung's room.
Soonyoung mentally checks how messy he left his room and honestly it's better than expected. Mingyu let's go of his wrist so he can take out his keys. Radiating warmth as he stands almost too close behind him. As he's opening the lock all he can think of is, if he steps back, just one step, his head would fit right below Mingyu's chin. That fact ignites heat in the lower pits of his belly that he just doesn't want to address. He clears his throat and walks into the room.
Soonyoung's tempted to watch mingyu take in his room, to see face for only reactions, to question about places he gives a second look. He doesn't. He makes a beeline towards the charger sitting on his bedside.
" You have a pretty room "
" No need to be polite, it's just a university dorm " soonyoung laments, he's facing the bed, away from mingyu, hands fiddling with the charger.
" Yes but it's yours " he feels Mingyu's voice more than he hears it, he's close again and soonyoung's near the end of his patience. He's about to turn around, get out of this situation, turn it into a joke but mingyu steps even closer.
" Why do you keep doing this"
" Doing what " for once soonyoung doesn't hear the smug self confidence that is ingrained in everything mingyu.
" Caging me. " He isn't sure what he's hoping to hear but he knows he cannot ignore it any longer.
" Your breath hitches." At this point Mingyu's close enough that his voice is a whisper in his ear. " Have I made you uncomfortable ? "
" No um no just curious " soonyoung is distracted and somewhat overwhelmed, he feels Mingyu's left hand squeeze the side of his waist before he rubs circles at the same spot. He's not doing much but soonyoung feels ready to melt in his arms. " What did you say about my breath? "
" The first time was in the library, a week before we finished our project, I helped you reach a book you couldn't and since I was so close I heard the change in your breath. At first I was sure it was my imagination because of how you acted around me. I had to know for sure, had to know if I'd finally found the sign."
" The sign ? " Soonyoung blurts out in confusion.
" The sign that you atleast found me attractive. I was. I am just looking for hope that my crush isn't as one sided as I've been thinking. " Mingyu sighs and turns him around. He holds his hand and intertwines their fingers. He dips his head till their foreheads touch and whispers " you got me down bad Kwon soonyoung "
Soonyoung smiles because he's heard mingyu say this line to at least 40 people in high school. 'ah this is going to be fun now' is his last thought before he lets mingyu kiss him into oblivion.
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I planned for a short drabble but things got out of hand. I do have thoughts of a more elaborated version but I don't know if I'll write it for sure!!
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