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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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the mess you made
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Prompt:
[Fill] the mess you made
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Additional Tags: idolverse, maknae-isms?
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A/N: evil auberginedreams all 2022 babey!
***
The warnings are everywhere. Don’t meet your idols. Don’t fall in love with your target. Movies and television and books all show the desires, the ramifications of them. Except no one really warns you about falling in love with your bandmate. Maybe because it is both unacceptable and inevitable. At least Chan thinks so.
Jeonghan is talented. He is clever and smart and he understands how it all works faster than any other trainee Chan has ever met. He sticks to Seungcheol and Joshua, speaks to the others only when spoken to. Chan gets it. There are so many of them. Why would you want to get attached?
Chan doesn’t fall in love with Jeonghan all at once. It’s a slow thing, so gradual it feels more like friendship. Jeonghan tucks his hair behind his ear and Chan’s heart slams against his ribs. There are worse things he could be dealing with. This is what he reminds himself.
But Jeonghan is smart. He figures it out before Chan has even put a name to what it is. He stays late to watch Chan practice, the mirror fogged over by the time he’s done. Jeonghan grabs the towel slung around his shoulders and tugs him closer. Heat is already pouring off his skin, but the look in Jeonghan’s eyes makes the air disappear from his lungs. He wants Jeonghan to kiss him. They both know it.
It feels like a long time before Jeonghan lets him go, stepping back and fixing him with a grin. Chan’s entire world rearranges itself.
“Whose baby are you?” Jeonghan asks sweetly.
“Jeonghannie hyung’s,” Chan replies, eyebrows pinched together.
Whose are you, Jeonghan is asking him, eyes dark, lips parted. Who do you belong to?
Yours, Chan is answering. Begging. Only yours.
The years move so quickly they feel like months. Promotions and concerts and filming. Practicing and sleeping on whatever soft surface he can find. It is moments and seconds and glances that go unanswered that come to a head while Chan is watching Jeonghan’s solo. It’s the flowing shirt, maybe, the tattoo on his neck. Seeing him alone on stage. Or maybe it’s just Jeonghan. It always has been.
When he comes down Chan grabs his wrist and tugs him closer, his hand over the fake tattoo. Jeonghan’s chest heaves, his eyes almost playful as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. The silence stretches between them, nearly shimmering.
A few more moments and staff come rushing over, directing them to different parts of the stage, tugging Jeonghan’s shirt over his head.
“Maybe next time,” Jeonghan says, grinning.
Waiting and waiting. Nothing has ever happened between them. Chan has kissed boys and fucked girls but he has never stopped thinking about Jeonghan. Whose are you? Who do any of them belong to if not each other?
“How much longer are you going to keep doing this?” Chan nearly shouts as he’s tugged toward one of the lifts.
Jeonghan doesn’t answer.
Jeonghan kisses him in a clump of trees outside of the cabins they’re staying in. It’s a long time coming. So long Chan is convinced it will never happen, that Jeonghan has seen his heart and crushed it for his own amusement. That’s he’s done this on purpose. Ruined him.
“You’re treating me like a child,” Chan says. He can’t even remember what it was about. Fishing, or wearing the wrong shoes outside. It hardly matters in the end. “I’m not a kid anymore, hyung.”
Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “I never said you were.”
“Then when are you going to stop treating me like one?”
Chan steps closer, the setting sun backlighting Jeonghan in a halo of light. He is smart and he is cunning and he is so beautiful Chan doesn’t even know if a word exists to describe him. Long hair or short hair, blonde or dark. Chan has seen him cry and laugh and bleed. There has never been a part of Jeonghan that he didn’t want to see, to love. If only Jeonghan would let him.
It feels like Jeonghan is reading his mind, the way he lets his breath rush out of him and hold out his hand.
“You’re the worst,” Jeonghan says. “Come here.”
This is what you made me, Chan thinks but doesn’t say. He steps closer than he thinks is allowed. Jeonghan’s hand on his cheek is cool but soft. His lips are warm, though, when they finally meet his.
Jeonghan kisses like he’s had a lot of practice. He kisses like he knows exactly what he wants and expects nothing less. Maybe it’s a good thing Chan has been watching him all this time. He slides his fingers through Jeonghan’s hair and slots their lips together at a better angle.
This is why there should be a warning. Jeonghan is like the first drag of a cigarette. Like hitting a high note on the first try. He is beautiful and he is dangerous and Chan feels like he will never be able to take this back.
It’s a good thing he doesn’t want to.
Re: [Fill] the mess you made
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Re: [Fill] the mess you made
[FILL] now i'm covered in you
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Additional Tags: infidelity-ish, vaguely horny, distorted perception of self (?)
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mingyu depiction inspiration. kind of hijacked this prompt as soon as i saw it bc i've been trying to write this since JULY... really sorry about that...
***
Seokmin is sort of a peculiar young man, maybe in his early thirties, dressed in awkward tweed and in the middle of processing the papers he’d just been served with. He’s shrinking into the armchair he’s sitting in, as if he could make himself disappear. A familiar sight to Mingyu, nonetheless, as dealing with divorcees is just part of what his job entails. The lead attorney had introduced Mingyu to Seokmin as his assistant earlier.
Seokmin, face angular and drawn, glances up from the papers in his hands and meets Mingyu with kindness in his eyes.
He looks understandably forlorn but good—he looks like somebody worth protecting. Mingyu wants nothing more than take his thumb and smooth out the stress gathering between his furrowed brows.
Mingyu is flawed and he is selfish and possibly even depraved. He likes a challenge.
Likes it when he runs into Seokmin outside of a bar one weekend, likes it when he feels hurt and beaten down after the long week, and sees it reflected back to him in Seokmin’s eyes. Likes it when every line he knows and trick in the book provokes bickering, before Seokmin caves in and reciprocates.
Likes it even more when they both stumble into a public restroom together and Seokmin claws at Mingyu’s thighs, inching his hands upward and slipping them underneath the fabric, and groping the curved flesh of his stomach.
When Seokmin sticks a finger between Mingyu's lips, and all he can do is suck on it.
When Mingyu breaks away, mouth lingering over Seokmin’s mouth with soft breaths of a question:
Why are we doing this?
And then,
Why are you letting me?
Seokmin does the merciful thing and takes Mingyu home.
-
Kim Mingyu got used to being a man who could keep it together. A man who could play by the rules and put in hard work and make his parents proud.
A man wouldn’t act on desire until, suddenly, the limitations turned real and everything tasted bitter from the calamity of wanting someone he couldn’t ever have.
Until Lee Seokmin stumbled and crashed into his life and left Mingyu’s heart writhing helplessly in his chest. And until Seokmin reminded him that restraint means hunger and hungry men like them happily feast on scraps and lick their ragged fingers afterward and stay hungry, until—
Until.
-
It’s uncomfortable at best, being Seokmin’s best-kept secret.
He’s the kind of person who’s bright and open about almost everything, inviting lesser bystanders like Mingyu to ask more, want more. He wasn’t prone to deceit. Once Mingyu thinks he’s learned all there is to know, the guilt cuts deep, because there’s really no way around it.
He has a direct hand in damaging Seokmin’s goodness. He knows these things intimately.
But Mingyu has a wound festering deep inside of him. When Seokmin kisses him, touches him, marks the center of Mingyu’s brutish heart with the flag of his affection, he does not fight against it.
He kisses back. He touches back. Selfishly, villainously, he takes anything that is given to him.
If he has to be a secret he’ll be a damn good one, he convinces himself. Surely he can be good in other ways. He shouldn't bite the hand that feeds him.
-
It’s a quiet, chilly night in Mingyu’s neighborhood. Inside Seokmin’s tiny car, the heater runs on low and fills the space between them with familiar warmth. The perfect setting to indulge his lover.
Mingyu shuffles closer to Seokmin, leaning into his touch.
“I missed you today,” Seokmin whispers, bringing a perfectly manicured finger to tug on Mingyu’s shirt collar, eyes glistening softly under the low lights. The novelty of car seat trysts should have worn off a long time ago, but most things never go the way they ought to.
Mingyu places a hand over Seokmin’s, rubbing absently at every individual groove of his fingers. Notices how frayed his bitten-down cuticles look next to Seokmin’s perfect ones.
“You’re so spoiled. I saw you three and a half days ago,” he scolds, chewing his bottom lip.
Seokmin’s face lights up despite the tiredness in his demeanor. “You really counted? Ah, you’re so obsessed with me,” he teases. reveling in the extra attention.
“Of course I counted,” Mingyu says hoarsely. “Of course.”
Seokmin stills as if he could see the desperation and longing that overtakes Mingyu, blinding smile falling from his sweet face.
Then their gloves and jackets come off as easily as peels would. They had starved for each other all week and the only fix was to be in each others’ arms, bare bodies pressed against each other like naked fruit.
Seokmin’s eyes flutter shut as he leans in to kiss Mingyu, who responds with eager licks into his mouth.
Sure. Mingyu’s hands can do harm. He knows it as he does it.
But maybe there is a world where Mingyu can have Seokmin the way he wants to and where Mingyu's hands can belie their purpose.
He brings a palm down to Seokmin's pants and listens intently to his little sighs of pleasure and wonders if he could ever be capable of a gentler, lovelier thing.
Re: [FILL] now i'm covered in you
Re: [FILL] now i'm covered in you