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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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Additional Tags: idolverse? band au? consider this snwu moment during ofd japan and also this fansign thingy
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Prompt:
Vita Sackville West to Virginia Woolf
[FILL] reach into the sky
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Band AU, Nana inspired, roommates, seemingly unrequited love, open ending
Permission to remix: Yes
word count: 1500
things got a bit out of hand here and i may have digressed from the original prompt a little, hope that's okay!
would highly suggest listening to the nana ost (starless night) while reading because it’s a masterpiece
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Wonwoo is everywhere. From bus stops to TV ads. Soonyoung turns on the radio, and it’s Wonwoo’s raspy voice he hears over Wonwoo’s rhythmic electric guitar. Soonyoung opens the door to his apartment, and Wonwoo is there too, headset pulling his hair back as he sweeps the floor.
This Wonwoo has less makeup on, doesn’t wear contacts and lets his facial hair grow until it itches. The Wonwoo that Soonyoung knows makes him coffee everyday, listens to him while he rants about the annoying customers he had to deal with during the day.
Some days, it feels like all Soonyoung can see is Wonwoo. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
—
Wonwoo’s band gets offered a record deal and a tour. He comes home after celebrating with his band mates, smelling like alcohol and sweat.
“Soonyoung!” He calls out before even closing the door behind him.
Soonyoung comes out of his room, already in pajamas. Wonwoo takes him in, grins, and pulls him in a bone crushing hug. They don’t do that often - hugs and skinship in general. Most of the time, Wonwoo creeps up behind Soonyoung’s chair and throws an arm over his shoulder. It’s enough to make Soonyoung’s day.
“We’re gonna have another studio album,” Wonwoo whispers in his ear. Soonyoung holds him back twice as hard.
“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you.” He is. More than he could ever put into words.
Wonwoo leans back, brushes the bangs off of Soonyoung’s forehead with both of his hands and just holds him. Looks at him. He’s smiling. “And a tour.”
Soonyoung’s face lights up. “Holy shit!”
“I’m bringing you along,” Wonwoo decides.
Between the both of them, they barely have enough to cover rent and groceries. Soonyoung knows he’s not going anywhere, not if he wants to keep his job. He smiles with all his might anyway.
—
“Seokmin has been asking about you,” Wonwoo says over breakfast.
Soonyoung, eyes barely opened and puffy from sleep, mumbles around his spoonful of cereal. “What is he asking?”
“How you’re doing, if your job is killing you, if he could take you out on a date sometime, if you’ve seen the last Spider-Man movie, if you think people who play bass are very sexy.”
He nods. “Wait-” He looks up and Wonwoo is staring at him, chin resting on the palm of his hand, grinning like a cheshire cat. “He wants to take me out on a date?”
“Yep!”
Soonyoung’s jaw tightens. He drops his hands under the table, just so he can hide the way his fingernails dig into his flesh. “What did you say?”
“I said that you are single, and that last Valentine’s day you were sugar high from how many chocolates you ate while crying in the bathtub.”
“I did not!”
Wonwoo laughs. “Oh yes you did, I have photographic evidence of it.” Soonyoung fights him to delete the pictures. Wonwoo declines, but he eventually agrees to have them password protected. He doesn’t tell Soonyoung the password, but he’s smiling sweetly while he types it in.
Soonyoung leaves for work and Wonwoo goes to sleep. On the bus, he thinks about Seokmin. He has a nice smile too.
—
After their third date, Seokmin asks him to be his boyfriend. Soonyoung agrees, because why would he say no. Wonwoo slaps his back and tells him, “Nice!”
—
Seokmin still wants to take Soonyoung out on dates, because he likes the adventures they go on. He leaves for tour before their fourth date, and Soonyoung comes home to an empty apartment for a month.
It’s nice not to have to clean up Wonwoo’s hair around the sink. It’s nice to not be disturbed at 3 am by the sound of Wonwoo coming home from a show.
Wonwoo’s mug isn’t at the front of the cupboard anymore. There’s seafood in the fridge.
It’s nice. Even if Soonyoung doesn’t feel it.
—
“I called you as soon as I landed!”
Soonyoung scoffs. “Oh, so your plane had a 3 hour delay?”
He can almost hear Wonwoo roll his eyes. “Fine. I called you when I thought Seokmin would be done talking to you.”
Seokmin called - Soonyoung let it ring.
“Fine,” he mumbles. “Tell me about the Berlin concert.”
“Didn’t you hear it from Seokmin already?”
“I want your perspective.”
—
For the first time in three years, Wonwoo is everywhere but home.
Soonyoung wanders around town at Christmas. Couples everywhere. Seokmin called him earlier today, he was sweet. He’s always sweet.
Everything feels sour. Even the snow.
—
The band comes back to more fans than they anticipated. A couple of their performances in the US went viral, and Wonwoo is known in parts of the world Soonyoung ignores.
He makes a little more money now, enough to move out and get his own nicer place. Soonyoung did the math. Wonwoo never brings up the idea.
—
“Did you break up with Seokmin?”
Soonyoung stirs the vegetables. “Yeah.”
Wonwoo is leaning against the counter next to him, eyebrows brought together in confusion. “But you were so good together.”
“We were.”
“Soonyoung. I’m serious, what happened?”
He shrugs. “I wasn’t good to him.”
Wonwoo scoffs. “That’s just wrong. And stupid. How could you not be good to someone?” Soonyoung doesn’t answer. “Did you ever love him?” Wonwoo asks, barely above a whisper.
Soonyoung smiles sadly at his uncooked yet slightly burnt vegetables. “No. What a shame.”
—
Seokmin is far too good for Soonyoung. He invites him to the band’s next show, explicitly stating that he’s not expecting anything from him. He just missed seeing his friend.
Soonyoung is in the front row, right in front of Wonwoo. He brought Seungkwan with him as a distraction. Or a buffer. He doesn’t know which is less incriminating. Either way, Seungkwan didn’t complain. His eyes don’t leave Vernon on the lead guitar for the entire show.
Wonwoo smiles at him every time he looks down to tune his guitar. Soonyoung hasn’t felt this light in months.
Wonwoo says he’s bringing home some girl he met at the bar. Soonyoung prefers to crash at Seungkwan’s place and sit awkwardly on his couch while Seungkwan and Vernon argue on what movie to watch.
—
“I’m bringing you with me this time.”
Soonyoung should refuse. A three months leave is gonna make him lose his job. Not that he cares about it anyway. Especially not when Wonwoo is holding him by the waist, disheveled hair and the smell of cigarettes enveloping him like a coat.
“Okay.”
—
Wonwoo doesn’t ever bring someone back to his and Soonyoung’s shared hotel room.
In the deep quiet of a foreign city at night, Soonyoung allows himself to hope.
—
They’re all going out for drinks. Wonwoo’s arm is thrown over Soonyoung’s shoulder, not letting him leave his sight this time.
In the previous stop, Soonyoung got too hot from the alcohol and wandered off. Wonwoo shouted his name in the empty streets until he found him and brought him back to the hotel, never letting go of his hand.
The problem with not being allowed to wander off, is that Soonyoung can’t escape his vices. He stares at Wonwoo as he tells everyone a story. No one laughs at his jokes, so Soonyoung giggles and kisses his neck. Wonwoo freezes for a second before holding him closer.
His hand is cold, pressed against the skin of Soonyoung’s lower back.
Seokmin stares at both of them from across the table.
Soonyoung was never good enough for him.
—
“I don’t think I could ever do this without you again,” Wonwoo says.
They’re back home for the last show. It seems silly to book a hotel room when they live just 30 minutes away by subway. But it’s covered by the label, so they indulge and let the shower run hot until there’s fog on every window.
“I wish we could travel just the two of us,” Soonyoung confesses. He’s never seen the city from that angle before, so high he can almost guess where the sea should be.
Wonwoo hums from the bed. “Where would we go?”
Soonyoung shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t really care. Just want it to be with you,” he finishes in a whisper. A bus passes through the street below him, it’s surprising how familiar the noise is.
“I will take you everywhere.”
Soonyoung turns around. Wonwoo is on his back, staring at the ceiling with a smile. He looks funny from that angle, but Soonyoung can’t bring himself to tease. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I just need the funds,” Wonwoo rambles to himself. He reaches in front of him, stares at the back of his hand, fingers stretching far and wide. “Just a little bit more money and I will take you everywhere you want.”
Soonyoung climbs on the bed, slots his fingers between Wonwoo’s. They fit perfectly, and he holds onto him like he’s going to disappear. “Wherever we go, it doesn’t matter. It just needs to be us.”
***
a/n: wonwoo’s pov: my guy pretty like a girl
Re: [FILL] reach into the sky
(Anonymous) 2022-01-02 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] reach into the sky