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2022 Round 2: AUs
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Status: Closed
This round has closed. It remains open for fills, comments and remixes, but prompts are no longer accepted.
✧ Seventeen Holidays ✧
About
When you put the characters you love in a new world, you end up loving them even more. Sometimes it's about the aesthetic (dark academia). Sometimes it's about straining those ship dynamics to the extreme (Pacific Rim). Maybe life is hard and you need to exorcise something (unemployment/coporate slave AU). Or perhaps you are so in love with the world you want to see Seventeen in it. Shakespeare, My Hero Academia, RuPaul's Drag Race. No problem - just give some context so anyone can fill it. Examples
MinWon - Bittersweet
Ah yes, the ambiguous Bittersweet MV. I'm curious to see anyone's interpretation of those MinWon scenes.
Any / NCT AU
Remember how Seventeen was supposed to be subgroups divided across Korea, China and Japan? What if that happened and the members were split up, only to reunite once a year. Or if they promoted like NCT - thinking about the graduation angst of NCT Dream, the ridiculous schedules of SuperM. Who is Mark and over-employed. Who is Shotaro and stuck in the basement?
Wonhui X Link Click (Donghua)
Link Click is a show about two guys who run a photography studio and time travels to help their customers. Wonwoo knows every event within 12 hours of a photograph being taken and Junhui can time travel and possess the photographer for 12 hours to complete a mission. Wonwoo speaks in Junhui's mind and tells him what he needs to do - where to go, what to say, what will happen. There's a rule that Junhui can't change the past because it will change the future :') but Junhui wants to :'). Would love to see WonHui investigating another sebong's story, or an exploration of their contrasting attitudes to fate (resigned vs headstrong - roles can be reversed if you want).
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Have you considered trying for the 17hols hall of fame? The categories are: Exactly 400 Words, Year of the Tiger, Five of a Kind and the Rarest Pair. ▽ Click for More Info ▽Exactly 400 words: your fill is the absolute minimum word count. Well done you cold curt succinct savage. Year of the Tiger: in celebration of 2022, we will also celebrate anyone who supports this agenda (context: burn your ears). You must seamlessly incorporate a horanghae or wooahae or hahahahanihae (etc) in your fill. You can not regret it. Five of a Kind: You win this if you fill 5 prompts, and each fill is different in the same way. E.g. 5 different ships, 5 different AUs, 5 different mediums. You also win this by doing 5 remixes! The rarest pair: the fill with the rarest pairing at the end of the fest wins. This is based off the number of works in the ao3 tag. For simplicity, this will be the / tag and not &. (e.g. a “Wonwoo & Minghao” platonic fill will be counted by the “Wonwoo/Minghao” tag). The ship must only have Seventeen members and be the main pairing in your fill. We will update the category with the current titleholder during the fest so you know who to challenge~ I anticipate polyamory. (To help us out, please mention that you’re going for one of these categories at the beginning of your fill.) Navigation
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am i only real when im with you?
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: fwb, slight power dynamics, mingyu praise kink, casual sex turning…not so casual, secret relationships
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt: idolverse AU where jihoon is a producer and mingyu is a solo artist. They begin sleeping together after jihoon is hired to work on mingyu’s album. Mingyu battling insecurities about his idol image + ability to “make it,” searching for answers in jihoon who conversely doesn’t know how to placate him in a way that satisfies mingyu (except for through sex which becomes their method of communication). I’m up for angst and an unresolved ending if you’d like! Or a happy one! Anything goes!
[FILL] YOU BROKE IT. NOW WEAR IT BROKEN.
Major Tags: AU-Idolverse, Explicit sexual content
Additional Tags: Bad sex
Permission to remix: Please ask
Title from 'Dirt Being Dirt' by Carl Phillips
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Jihoon twists a little in his seat, but doesn’t bat Mingyu’s hand away as it presses down on his thin, gray sweats. There must be nothing under. Mingyu can feel him good.
The light in the room is dizzying; it’s a little tacky, if Mingyu’s being honest. But Jihoon likes it this way. He’s proud of it, showing it off to Mingyu when the paint was still just drying. Already, Mingyu imagines himself in the room just looking at the background behind Jihoon when he called. When he spun around to boast the muralled wall, the specks of painted stars in the ceiling, and then showed him the tall mirror, Mingyu thought — there. That’s gonna be Mingyu’s spot. And Mingyu’s spot it became. The following night when he’d come over, barely out of his soft and sponsored sweater, fucking Jihoon standing. His whole length dwarfing the dimensions of the mirror’s entire height. In the morning, on the couch just across it, watching his face contort in lust, in wonder. In the heat of it, Jihoon underneath him, babbling with spit dripping down the sides of his open mouth as he let Mingyu pound him like he wanted to rip him open: You make a mess of me. Fuck. You make me something I’m not.
Jihoon makes the tiniest bit of a grunt when Mingyu cups his balls through the cloth.
He’s currently in an overseas call with a new label, one that caught his name in the album sleeve of Mingyu’s latest mini. They’re interested, he updated Mingyu earlier over the phone while he was on the drive on the way to Jihoon’s studio. He’d wanted to come over because he wanted to whine about the posts he’d seen about himself, wanted Jihoon to placate him like he always does. But Jihoon was so cheerful, cutting Mingyu off every time he tried to say anything. They want me to write them an English song, he’d said, laughing in slight disbelief.
That’s good! That’s great! Mingyu just said as he drove past Samsung Tower. He forgot to signal as he turned left, speeding a little now. He doubted anyone would flag him down, not when he’s in the middle of the moneyed streets of Gangnam.
When he arrived, Jihoon was already on the call. Camera’s turned off, though, so he twisted in his chair and waved Mingyu in. He took his shoes off. Then his coat. And his jacket. He pulled another chair and positioned himself right beside his producer.
In this muted light, with just the glow of the 32-inch iMac and the purple and childish shimmer of the studio’s lights, Jihoon looks easy. Perfectly like himself. And it lets rise an unspeakable feeling in the pit of Mingyu’s most hidden, private space.
“Oh, this isn’t polished yet, just something I’ve put together the last few days. It’s not for anyone in particular, but, um,” Jihoon is saying and then without even glancing at Mingyu who’s ogling at his screen, he’s clicking play.
The song fills the studio. It’s slow, it’s seductive. Of course, it’s good. Mingyu thinks, this should be mine.
Mingyu’s hand slips under Jihoon’s sweatpants. He instantly presses mute and gasps, leaning his head back. Mingyu grins at him sideways, teasing the tip of Jihoon’s cock with his warmed palm.
Then Jihoon unmutes himself and answers their other questions. No, not for this one. Mingyu pulls Jihoon’s pants lower. Yes, sometimes, if you need that too. He lowers his head and nips at Jihoon’s cock, before licking all of him in one long, slow and wet stripe. I will have to see how I can fit my sound into your artist’s discography. He goes down on his knee, spreading Jihoon’s legs apart. Oh, of course. He’s one of my most valued artists. Mingyu looks up at Jihoon staring at him. His mouth stretches even more open, presenting itself. Inviting Jihoon to move. Isn’t he? He makes my music come alive. Right? God, what a voice. Mingyu swallows all of Jihoon and then with his other hand, Jihoon touches his neck. He can feel under his fingers his own cock as it slides in and out of Mingyu’s throat. His eyes water. Jihoon swallows before he speaks, impressively hiding the wobble in his voice. Oh, I’m sorry. You can’t take me away from my artist full-time. Yeah — that’s right. He is. Mingyu nods, bobs his head more and more. Jihoon’s mouth flutters open. But of course, there can be other arrangements. Just let me know. He grabs the top of Mingyu’s head. Gee, it’s gotten quite late my time now. Mingyu lets his teeth glide the sides of Jihoon’s cock. Yes, of course. Just send me the invite. I’m a one-man studio so... he laughs airily just as Mingyu slides off his cock, all wet and hot, pumping him and angling the tip into his open mouth. Bye, nice speaking with your team! And Jihoon comes.
He pulls the headset off his head and pushes Mingyu down the carpeted floor. They fuck like that, shirts still on, hard and soft and rough.
“Please.”
It’s the first word he’s spoken since he’s gotten inside the studio. Earlier, he texted Jihoon to say he needed something from him. Judging by the articles spreading, Jihoon thought it was some advice. Or comfort. Or the usual pep talk he’s already memorized several variations of to mollify the child in Kim Mingyu.
“Please what?” Jihoon challenges as he slows down without pulling out. He ruts against Mingyu’s chest slowly. His eyes shimmer as they blink back tears.
“You want me to give you that song? You want me to work only just for you? You want me to tell you you’re good? That those articles are trash? That those people, those people who like you for who they think you are, they don’t really know you? You want that? You want me to tell you that all over again when this happens again next month?”
“More, more,” Mingyu begs, locking Jihoon around his long legs as he pistons up to meet Jihoon’s every heated and tight slide back down his cock.
“You want me to give you everything, don’t you, Mingyu?” Jihoon says, breathless and with the slightest spike of hurt. I could, I could. But what have you given me?
What would it have been like, if they didn’t make it? Mingyu, twenty-four, broke and perfect, singing in a small bar, every other night, coming home to Jihoon every night, a bed just big enough for someone small and someone larger. Jihoon wonders now, what it would have been like to have Mingyu just for himself.
“Yes, please,” Mingyu gasps, “everything.” His mouth hot against Jihoon’s chest as he fucks frantically up, as he busts his load inside Jihoon’s ass.
And Jihoon takes it.
“I’m no one without you,” Mingyu whispers, desperate, coming down from the high, panting and shining with sweat.
Jihoon shuts his eyes, feeling overripe and rotten, and slips out of Mingyu’s cock. Cum drips down between his legs when he gets up, looking down at a sweaty, disheveled, handsome Mingyu. Soloist and rising artist of the year. Awarded and loved. Adored and hated. Spat on one day. Dressed down in nothing but barely a ripped shirt the next. Lusted after. Jacked off to. Cried over.
Jihoon wipes himself clean. Looking at Mingyu like that, splashed by the light Jihoon loves overhead, it almost looks like the latest proof that, while pretending this does not amount to nothing is hardly ever necessary: the album, the fame, the small snippets of interviews that signal Jihoon’s existence in Mingyu’s life. The time they spend skirting around the question, the answer. What do you need from me? Why should I give it to you? I’m grateful for you, Mingyu used to say. Like a used side of an oft-rewinded tape. Over and over. Whether it was for a new demo, at the end of the promotion, onstage for an award. But a part of Jihoon feels like it’s not earned. It’s not the answer to his question.
This could be yours and more. Instead, Jihoon just says, “It’s yours. The song.” Unplugging the computer off and walking away.
Re: [FILL] YOU BROKE IT. NOW WEAR IT BROKEN.
I love how you used dual perspectives, giving us insight into how both of them feel about this fraught relationship they’re in. The thick almost unbearable tension during jihoon’s call with the other artist’s company was AMAZING..I was holding my breath with every word I read. Mingyu being childish and teasing and needy yet also having this inexplicable hold over jihoon (and jihoon knowing it too..) the way you wrote sex throughout the story felt so raw and desperate, rooted firmly in the complex emotional arrangement they’re in. I loved it!!
This part: “You want me to give you everything, don’t you, Mingyu?” Jihoon says, breathless and with the slightest spike of hurt. I could, I could. But what have you given me?
AAAGGHHGJJ felt like the ultimate gut punch when I read it…a perfect encapsulation of the dynamic I was imagining when I prompted this. Mingyu being shameless about what he wants, how he wants to be pampered and praised and given the world, jihoon being almost begrudgingly willing to do it bc he’s just as obsessed with mingyu as mingyu is with him, yet he resents this role he’s been put in even though he won’t do anything about it. The part where jihoon is mulling over what it would have been like if they both hadn’t “made it” was also such an expert way of tying in idolverse angst..the way that fame is this blessing that has given jihoon his beloved studio, his work, his mingyu…the way it’s given mingyu his wealth and fans and his jihoon…yet they both are forced to be in this weird in between secret relationship because of it. Not to mention the “child in mingyu” that needs approval and isn’t satisfied with approval from fans alone (bc who can ever be fully satisfied with such a strange, impersonal yet intimate kind of love?)
Thank you again for filling this im so so impressed and delighted to have read it. Your style is exactly up my alley and I will be rereading this again and again!