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"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
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The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
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Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds
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Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:
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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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[FILL]: cosmic vertigo
(Anonymous) 2022-01-05 01:04 am (UTC)(link)Ship/Member:Chan centricMajor Tags:character introspection, idolverse, inspired by that one japanese interview, food and hotel rooms as metaphorsAdditional Tags:BBB-isms (ish): no vocabulary for your existential crisis, is there even a "you" amongst the funhouse mirrors, ur confused? so am iPermission to remix:sure!read this prompt sleep-deprived and misread maybe half of it... all of it... i am illiterate (and sorry) ; - ; posting it so that it doesn't rot forever in a doc but i hope someone else can do a proper fill for it T - T
title from Dali's Poème Paranoïaque - La métamorphose de Narcisse
***
Chan eats alone in his hotel room that night.
He doesn’t turn on music; his chewing challenges the static of the flickering ceiling lamp in attempts to dissolve the room, to dissolve his thoughts away. He knows better than that, knows better than to turn people away when hurt pulses in his ribs.
Narcissistic maknae.
It’s not to be demanded, to be asked from someone else, Chan knows. Has learned.
Chan is fourteen when he opposes his seal on the Pledis trainee contract. He tells his dad I am not you; I won’t ever be you; I can’t ever be you and can’t decipher surprise from disappointment in the clouds blurring his eyes. Chan is nineteen when he watches rows of hyungs avoid his gaze across the room, tight little smiles reeking of misplaced, belated worry.
“Full of confidence,” the host translates clumsily with a laugh. Chan’s mouth twists. He looks it up later, in the back row of the van stuffed in a jacket that doesn’t belong to him, face haloed by the blue light of his phone. It’s a tale of beauty, numbness, and adoration. Chan closes the window and his eyes, tight, pretending to sleep.
Now, Chan’s mouth is full of soggy, cold catering pizza and he can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times he has eaten dinner alone during these promotions. But even so, he still sees them. Seungkwan’s nagging echoes on the walls when he feels himself eating too fast for his own good; unshelled shrimp he didn’t have to ask for under his elbow, steaming meat laid out on a plate.
Chan is grateful, but can’t tell what’s his own.
Chan hasn’t slept in his own bed for what feels like months and every night he carefully enters a new bathroom with merciless lighting and angled mirrors. He wonders, at times, how much misery a hotel mirror has seen when it reflects his rawest, barred self.
Soonyoung (or any of his roommates) never asks why Chan washes his face with the door open and the lights off, why the yellow lights feel too harsh on mornings the sun hasn’t risen for and the horizon bleeds rays of gold, because he doesn’t need to. Soonyoung understands fragmenting yourself to fit the expectations of your parents, first, of the staff, next, of the fans, at last. He understands looking at a picture so distorted he, it, no longer bears any traits with any of his siblings. He understands when the kaleidoscope turns back on its heels and asks, who are you?
Or at least, Chan thought they did, before today.
It’s not fair, expecting from someone something you haven’t asked for, Chan knows. He tries to form the words into known shapes when Vernon slings an arm around his shoulder and his worry weighs beyond the mass of his limb.
You were supposed to know me best –
I have given you everything, I have shown you everything -
Chan doesn’t think Narcissus died petrified by the beauty of his reflection. The real threat isn’t Narcissus stumbling on his reflection as one would stumble into the abyss, never was. Tiresias tells his mother of another future, one where Narcissus lives old, blessed and blinded by ignorance. The real threat, Tiresias tells his mother, is knowing his true self.
So, Chan lifts his head up and spreads his palms on the cold surface. He whispers, not unkindly, “do your worst.”
And watches.
Re: [FILL]: cosmic vertigo
honestly all of this was unpleasant in the best way, but especially --
You were supposed to know me best the amount of hurt you stuffed into a single line took me out, like, holy shit. they're supposed to know him best!! what do you do when the people who are supposed to understand you end up hurting you instead!!!! i really liked the way you dug into narcissism as like.. a necessity? a part of the job? hence chan being hurt that the others call him out specifically, when aren't they all narcissists? aren't they all supposed to understand?
thank you so much for writing and sharing this! ♡