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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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Invisibility?? Vaguely based on the moomin 'the invisible child' story
Major Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, could be idolverse could be another setting
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: sad ending
Prompt: one of the members is so lonely/sad for whatever reason that they end up retreating so much that they turn invisible. With the love and support from everyone else they slowly start to get better
[FILL] translucent when i'm looking at myself.
Major Tags: accidental invisibility, loneliness
Additional Tags: none
Permission to remix: Yes
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When Wonwoo was little his mother used to call him her little mouse. Quiet as one, she’d laugh, her voice full of love as she reached to pinch his cheek or tousle his hair. She never made it sound like anything bad.
He isn’t really sure when it changed.
His voice went first, words drying up like dirt from an over planted field, crumbling to dust to be carried away by the wind. He didn’t even notice at first, so used to keeping his mouth shut that he couldn’t say when it first happened. When he opened his mouth to make a sound and nothing came out at all.
No one really seemed to notice — he was already so silent, after all. It wasn’t like anyone ever expected him to say anything anyway.
He started disappearing next, like it was the natural next step. First silent, then invisible. He remembers his sixth grade teacher staring right through him to call on the girl who sat in the seat behind him, like Wonwoo wasn’t there at all. It was a relief, at first — he always hated to be the centre of attention.
But he got lonely soon enough. There were things he wanted to say, he realized, but by then it was already too late. By then it was already like he didn’t exist at all.
His audition had been a last resort, a final act of desperation. Can anybody see me? Anybody at all?
He hadn’t expected the answer to be yes.
*
Seungcheol couldn't say when it happened the first time. He can't really remember the details clearly — everything from the time before they debut blurs together into one anxious lump in his mind, and he's usually happier if he doesn't think about any of it.
Maybe it wasn't until after their debut. Seungcheol had been counting heads in the room, not because they were going anywhere but out of a compulsive urge to make sure everyone was accounted for, a habit already even back then. He remembers counting to eleven and freezing as he came up short, a twist in his stomach as he doubled back to recount. It was Wonwoo who was missing, he realized belatedly as he restarted the count. Where could he have gone?
But when Seungcheol looked again there he was, sitting just behind Soonyoung, listening intently to whatever the members in front of him were saying.
“Wonwoo-yah,” Seungcheol asked, and Wonwoo looked up, startled. “Did you just come back?”
Wonwoo's brow furrowed, then, like he had no idea what Seungcheol was talking about. He shook his head silently, skinny elbows tucked in and knees pulled up to his chest. He certainly looked comfortable, or at least it seemed like he'd been in that position for a while. Seungcheol wasn't sure it was possible for someone that skinny to ever feel comfortable sitting on the hard practice room floor.
“My bad,” Seungcheol said, laughing a little to try to make it seem less weird. “I must have just missed you before.”
He didn't believe it, though. Despite what he said Seungcheol was sure, all the way down to his bones, that the first time he looked Wonwoo had been gone.
A few weeks after he took his hiatus he sent Jeonghan a message about it, once he’d separated out the fears twisting through him like vines enough to identify this one in particular.
keep an eye on wonwoo, he sent, no preamble or explanation. Jeonghan sent back a single question mark, but he disappears sometimes was all Seungcheol could come up with.
There was a long pause, the ellipsis on the screen appearing and disappearing as Jeonghan typed and deleted his response, over and over again.
i know was all he sent back, finally, and then, i will.
One of the vines loosened as Seungcheol stared at Jeonghan’s message, a tiny lessening of the pressure on his chest.
One of the vibes loosened, but there were still so many left.
*
It started changing when Wonwoo became a trainee, and then for real after debut. With twelve others he could still disappear, but it got harder and harder. Even when he stood at the back someone turned toward him, more often than not, their attention keeping him from fading away.
Some days, if enough time has passed since the last time it happened, Wonwoo manages to convince himself it was never really real at all. He just made it all up, surely — there’s no way a person can really disappear. It seems so absurd.
But then it will happen again. A staff member will look right through him to speak to Vernon instead, or Wonwoo will open his mouth at a group meeting only to close it again, soundless, nothing coming out of him at all. He’ll try to answer the phone and greet his mother with dead air.
“How do you do it?”
Seungcheol’s question comes out suddenly as they’re waiting for Wonwoo’s computer to restart, unexpected enough for Wonwoo to turn and stare at him in confusion. It’s quiet in Seungcheol’s room, no sounds filtering in from the rest of the dorm either.
“Do what?”
Seungcheol laughs, then, a nervous flush crawling up his cheeks. It makes Wonwoo nervous too, even though he’s still not completely sure what Seungcheol is actually talking about.
“When you disappear,” Seungcheol says. His words are awkward, a little clumsy but still sincere. “How do you do it?”
Wonwoo stares at Seungcheol as his meaning sinks in. Seungcheol’s eyes are wide as he stares back, full of so much emotion it makes Wonwoo uncomfortable.
“What do you mean,” Wonwoo says carefully, his shoulders already starting to draw inward. If Mingyu were here he would nag him to sit up straight.
“You don’t have to pretend,” is all Seungcheol says. “I know you do, sometimes. I’ve seen it.”
Seen what? Wonwoo could ask, only he doesn’t think he wants to hear Seungcheol’s answer. Could Seungcheol really tell? For how long? No one’s ever noticed before, or if they have they haven't said anything — not even Soonyoung.
It seems so pathetic, suddenly. Embarrassing.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wonwoo could answer, but he respects Seungcheol too much to lie to him outright.
“I don’t know,” he answers honestly rather than denying it, his cheeks burning at the admission. He can’t look at Seungcheol as he speaks, keeping his gaze focused on the keyboard in front of him instead. His computer is back on, now, but it would be too awkward to ask Seungcheol if he’s ready to play again. “It just happens.”
“Oh,” Seungcheol says, voice faltering a bit like he doesn’t know how to respond to that. Wonwoo doesn’t know how Seungcheol should respond, either. He wishes he’d never brought it up.
“Does it hurt?” Seungcheol asks, finally, and Wonwoo jerks his head up to look at him, surprised. The denial forming on his tongue dies at the look on Seungcheol’s face, wide-eyed and earnest. Seungcheol gets like this more often, ever since he came back. Like when he asks them how they’re doing he really wants them to answer.
No, Wonwoo could answer, and it would be true. It doesn’t hurt him, when it happens. It doesn’t feel like anything at all. It really doesn’t happen that often anymore, anyway. He’s been doing so much better.
That’s not what Seungcheol’s asking, though, and the words can’t make it out. They lodge at the back of his throat, sour, and Wonwoo nods instead. It makes him swallow hard, thinking of the confusion in his mother’s voice when she called and he couldn’t answer. It did hurt.
It does hurt.
Seungcheol’s eyes are full of sympathy when Wonwoo lets himself look up, his gaze heavy and impossible to escape. Wonwoo couldn’t disappear from under it even if he tried. When he speaks his voice is very quiet.
“Where do you go?”
“I don’t go anywhere,” Wonwoo says honestly, his own voice hardly above a whisper as he offers a weak little shrug to go with it. His shoulders are still hunched over, like he’s trying to protect himself. “I’m always just here.”
Seungcheol keeps staring at Wonwoo, focused, like he’s searching for something. Wonwoo feels himself wilting even further under his gaze, but he doesn’t turn away as Seungcheol’s mouth opens then closes again, like he can’t find the right words. Like Seungcheol is the one who’s voice has been snatched. His hand twitches on the desk in front of him, as though it wants to reach out.
“I’ll find you, then,” he says, finally. “If you’re still here. I’ll keep looking for you.”
Re: [FILL] translucent when i'm looking at myself.
Re: [FILL] translucent when i'm looking at myself.
And wonu 🥺 so glad you can be honest and share your feeling to at least one person (for now) 😔 biggest hug for all our svt boys 😞