2020 MINI COMMENT FICATHON

[0323]

hello!

my friends and i have been talking a lot about the good ol' comment ficathon recently, so i just want to bring back the fun! there is no specific deadline for this and everyone is welcome to prompt and fill up a prompt. this is not a challenge or competition so everyone please feel free to join and write without pressure!!

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FILLS

cold feet (renjun (nct)/jisung (nct))
the talent vs hard work narrative (yeonjun (txt)/mark (nct))
mouth mantra (jaemin (nct)/yangyang (wayv))
the hope of it all (chenle (nct)/jisung (nct))
like the weather (moonbin (astro)/sinb (gfriend))
I'M A MISFIT! (sungchan (nct)/beomgyu (txt)/chenle (nct))
the long and short of it (new (the boyz)/q (the boyz), new (the boyz)/kevin (the boyz)
where we end and begin (lucas (wayv)/yuqi (g-idle))
born to be alone (joy (red velvet)/hayoung (apink))
they assume you know nothing (nayoung (pristin)/jeonghan (seventeen))
it's getting late (saerom (fromis_9)/jisun (fromis_9))
the way i love (the8 (seventeen)/kyulkyung (pristin))
i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me (jiho (oh my girl)/binnie (oh my girl))
this unnamed longing (chenle (nct)/jisung (nct)/sungchan (nct))
 

Comments

Re: like the weather - moonbin/sinb - canon

[markohmark]

WOAHHHH i did not expect this to be filled so tysm for this!! to be quite honest i dont know much about them either besides their slight mention in that soorin fic... TTATT anyways back to this drabble. I LOVE THE BANTER.. YOUR DIALOGUE IS SO GOOD and i just watched that cute little clip and.. u did a great job of matching the vibes of their banter hehe ^^ also It must be all the movement. Physical activity. Burns calories. I THOUGHT THIS WAS SO CUTE HEHE JSHAKJ... a girl full of impossibilities... this has increased my shipping of them by 1000x TYSM!!!!! <3

[0323]

sungchan (nct)/beomgyu (txt)/chenle (nct) - detention kids - au

[markohmark]

hyunjin (skz) /taehyun (txt) - hsm! au w/ hyunjin as ryan, yeji as sharpay, taehyun as that annoying jock who's better at singing than u might think... "i don't dance" - au

[hyojungss]

[any] - romeo and juliet style secret flirting between two idols of groups that are labeled as rivals in the industry and are not close to each other - canon

[westfall]

sungchan (nct) / jisung (nct) / chenle (nct) - sungji's blossoming friendship + chenle who suddenly finds himself an outsider (no ot3, triangulation only) - either

I'M A MISFIT! - sungchan/beomgyu/chenle - au

[kisoap]

a/n: super-powered kids in detention! thanks to nct's misfit and txt's new rules for the terrifying gen z kids mood music.


It's an unconditional fact of the universe that Beomgyu's always the first one in the library after the bell rings. He unzips his backpack, dumping the contents on one of the round tables reserved for detention, before sinking down into his usual plastic chair and propping his guitar carefully against the wall. He absentmindedly taps a rhythm against his cheeks from where his chin is in his hands – twigs begin to sprout and flower from the wooden table legs.

"Took you long enough!" he calls out when he sees Sungchan's tall head from over one of the display shelves. There was already condensation forming on the wrappers of the Melona bars that he'd begged class rep Kang Taehyun from the year below him access to the teacher's refrigerator for, in exchange for cleaning both their class's erasers for the next three months.

Sungchan shoots him a sheepish smile as he digs through his messenger bag for a pack of shrimp chips, a box of Pepero with today's date as the expiration and an EXO member posing on the packaging, and three yogurt drinks. "What'd you get caught for today?" asks Beomgyu.

Contrary to popular belief, whereas Beomgyu was still doing time for his impromptu jam session that caused the just-planted trees outside his classroom to grow so out-of-control that the branches broke five windows and crowned him another shining demerit, Sungchan never ended up in detention entirely out of his own volition. "I didn't notice it, but I went invisible for three periods after morning announcements," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Bae-ssaem thought I was playing hooky."

Beomgyu gapes. "And Hyejoo didn't say anything?" He scoffs when Sungchan just shrugs. "Wow, what's the point of her having x-ray vision if she doesn't use it for good? How's she supposed to save the world in the future if she can't even save a classmate!"

"I heard it makes her eyes tired," defends Sungchan. "At least, I think that's why she's always napping in class."

Chenle – the last regular of their detention table – walks in at that moment, his dyed safety-sign orange hair dripping pigment onto the white collar of his uniform. "What happened to you?" Beomgyu prods, borderline public-nuisance-loud.

"I accidentally set Minjeong's hair on fire in gym class," he confesses as he places his own wares on the tabletop – Home run balls and a bag of unpopped popcorn. The first time he'd brought it in, Moon-ssaem caught onto the noise as Chenle was trying to pop the kernels with the heat of his bare hands underneath the table. They'd walked out with an extra two days of detention each and a mischievous glint in their eyes, daring each other to raise the stakes.

He narrows his gaze at the half-finished bread Beomgyu had shamelessly added to the pile in the beginning, initially thinking he'd won this round with his fifth day in detention. At the same time, Sungchan echoes, "Accidentally?"

Chenle doesn't have the decency to look remorseful. It's somewhat inspiring to a fledgling troublemaker like Beomgyu. "I was aiming for the volleyball," he elaborates, "that I guess she was serving. It set off the sprinklers, and now they're saying the gym might have water damage."

"Surprised she didn't just freeze you solid right then and there," Beomgyu snorts, already pushing the snack pile toward Chenle in a grim admission of defeat. "Then I could've won today."

"Don't be a sore loser," Chenle taunts, unwrapping a Melona triumphantly. The corner's already misshapen from the mere heat of his presence. Beomgyu brought them on purpose because he knew if Chenle won, he'd be forced to share. His tongue comes back stained green, and he nods toward the rest of his spoils like a king. Sungchan's already diving for the melon flavor, which leaves Beomgyu with the banana, and who eats Melona for the banana flavor? "Eat your ice cream."

The taste of second place is a bitter almost-first, and suspiciously akin to overripe banana. Beomgyu bites down on the stick, plotting his next big move. He'll get them back tomorrow, for sure.

[(Anonymous)]

haechan/sunwoo (the boyz) — meet your match/meet your maker (alternatively, everything sunwoo does, haechan does better [and did first]) — any

the long and short of it - new/q, new/kevin (the boyz) - canon

[fwcu]

a/n: hi op... i don't think you even know who the boyz are, but i saw this prompt and really wanted to fill it out ;-; please feel free to mentally or physically ponify into something that might make more sense to you. anyway this was a really good quote i really loved it.

(...)

“Did you ever —”

In a lot of ways, it’s a conversation Chanhee’s been meaning to have — for years and months and days now, the water under the bridge as a river, a stream, as wide as an ocean current. Changmin is stretched out to the end of the couch, the glow of the flatscreen turning him hazy; the shape of his nose, his cheek, the dimple where his mouth is bitten in, all illuminated in blue. It’s a sight Chanhee would know anywhere; and has known anywhere; a second figure in the dark beside him since he was eighteen, huddled in the corner of a practice room watching Inkigayo stages on a Samsung phone with a cracked screen. Ji Changmin, in the same combination of new sweats and an oversized hoodie, on his couch at 4am as they’re watching old reruns of Sky Castle. Chanhee, with a hand reaching out to ruffle his hair, face smushed against the cushion barely a breath away — decides to finally finish the question. “I mean—you obviously did. Get over me, right?”

Changmin frowns at the TV, then flicks his gaze to Chanhee and answers. “What a weird question.”

Which isn’t really an answer at all. But he’s thinking about — well, it’s not a ring, but it is a bracelet — pressed against Chanhee’s cheek, around the hand under his face, clutching at the edge of the sofa. It’s not a ring — but, it is a promise. Changmin’s been here for the whole week, but Kevin’s gone for the next two — and so, Chanhee’s going to force Changmin to stay for the next two. And Changmin will be around, a fixture in Chanhee’s apartment that’s never out of place — passing him the milk, and forcing him to watch shitty horror torrents on his shitty laptop, and butting heads with him and squabbling with him and sending him a screenshot of Sunwoo’s most recent text — even though Chanhee is right there and could’ve just craned his neck had Changmin just —; Chanhee would know him from how his shadow moves through the crack of a door — but he’d never be permanent.

And maybe, that’s a thought that Chanhee will never stop having. Even when his boyfriend comes back, even when his visa comes in and they get married in Canada, and Kevin walks him through the streets in Vancouver Chanhee’s seen six times before and heard about six times before, and would walk through six times again and hear about another six times; because really, in the grand scheme of things, six is a pretty small number. And even then, Chanhee could sit across his counter from Changmin, and wonder.

So, he needs to know — does Changmin wonder too? Black hair in sharp strands across his forehead, Chanhee’s favourite face for how many years now — still a combination of soft and sharp, and sharp now — as it tilts up and looks at him. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“I know,” Chanhee answers — it takes a while, so he says it softly, in case they’d almost forgotten. Another thread left on the ground, never picked up. Chanhee’s never bothered to look at the whole picture; just knows that it’s a mess, that Kevin had looked at it — them, shrugged and said he wasn’t going to get into it. Held one of Chanhee’s hands, and never minded that the other was linked to Changmin’s by the pinky; a promise that was so long held and so long forgotten, that neither of them really know why they’re still doing this but both too stubborn to let go. “But it wasn’t like I didn’t love you.”

Changmin lets that one hang in the air. Then just as evenly, says. “I know.”

“It just wouldn’t have worked out,” Chanhee says — there’s something he’s trying to get at, but — he’s never had the softest words. Kevin’s better at this. Kevin could’ve explained it better. But this isn’t Kevin’s thing. Changmin is Chanhee’s, he’s always been. A strange lick of possessiveness, the same kind as always climbs up his throat — and that — well, that’s always been the problem. Chanhee drags his fingers down the crown of Changmin’s head, and traces around the shell of his ear — remembers where all the earrings used to go, even though the holes are no longer there — and cups his cheek. “I love you, and back then —” Years? Months? When? “— I loved you like nothing else.”

Changmin looks at him, keeps his gaze steady. Hard to tell in this light, whether he’s looking at his favourite face or his least. What matters to Chanhee, is that he’s at the top of the list. “I know.” He says again, even.

This time Chanhee waits, hand down to the line of Changmin’s neck, his pulse a steady flickering beat against Chanhee’s skin.

Changmin lifts up a hand, and flicks his forehead.

(...)

Re: the long and short of it - new/q, new/kevin (the boyz) - canon

[hyojungss]

omg i was so excited when i saw someone had written for this prompt!! i'm not super knowledgeable about the boyz but i have picked up a little about these three from a friend so i still really enjoyed it :) i love the composure that changmin projects even as chanhee revives a difficult conversation, and my fave thing about this concept in general is just the idea of closure for an old love that is still a love, even if it's not the type that keeps people together. is it really closure if it's still love? they still know each other so deeply. the what ifs of it all, and the way that this can all be true but the two parties may not feel the same about it anyway. your writing is really beautiful too *___*

i loved this part a ton: Even when his boyfriend comes back, even when his visa comes in and they get married in Canada, and Kevin walks him through the streets in Vancouver Chanhee’s seen six times before and heard about six times before, and would walk through six times again and hear about another six times; because really, in the grand scheme of things, six is a pretty small number. And even then, Chanhee could sit across his counter from Changmin, and wonder. thank you so much for filling!! <3

[(Anonymous)]

binnie (oh my girl)/jiho (oh my girl)/eunwoo (astro) - the red shoes (https://colorcodedlyrics.com/2013/10/iu-the-red-shoes-bunhongsin) - au

[(Anonymous)]

joy (red velvet)/yerin (gfriend)/hayoung (apink) - lovesick girls - either

[westfall]

renjun (nct) / sungchan (nct) - HELP literally anything i just saw their height difference on vlive and it's so cute... - idolverse/canon

where we end and begin - lucas (wayv)/yuqi (g-idle) - canon

[liptinted]

a/n: events follow canon except whatever jtbc variety show episode in 2020 that gets them to meet again ;;

Conquering the initial fear and bowling past the strain of variety for the cameras, actually does wonders in honing the mental state against anxiety. Lucas, age three, was told he cried so much at one point that he grew up pretty proactive and resilient when he’d entered primary school. That, and almost five hours of filming with an hour of sleep the night before has finally caught up and taken a solid hold of his body being trapped in an elevator.

“We’re screwed, for now,” Lucas mutters.

“I’ve texted my manager, the messages got through. Help should be on the way,” Yuqi says, biting a chipped nail.

Lucas laughs, stricken. He can’t believe their luck. “This hasn’t ever happened to me, but it still seems familiar.”

“I don’t want to be reminded,” Yuqi says, staring at his legs, a faraway look on her face. If she’s not recalling what they’d had to film together in China, then it’s something else that Lucas will probably never know.

“Do you think Li Chen and Zheng Kai gege would be laughing if they saw us now?”

“Totally.” Yuqi gives him a look. “Lucas, you scared?”

“No.” He sits down on the floor across her.

The WiFi here is spotty, and the cell service is down to one sad bar. He might have to start using what’s left of his phone battery to type out a will enumerating what his members back in the dorm can have of his room in case they run out of air and asphyxiate—

“Don’t say shit like that. It won’t happen,” Yuqi scoffs.

“How do you know?”

“Because I’m a genius.”

It’s been a while since Lucas has heard that. “Tell me about it,” he says, resting his head against the wall.


--


Lucas knows his memory really isn’t the best. He’d die being held at gunpoint if he was ever kidnapped and asked to recite all his bandmates’ real names, in exchange for freedom. At twenty-one years old, he’s already tearing up over soup and declaring how old he feels, and Kun and Sicheng have learned to ignore him while Hendery sighs and shoves paper napkins into Lucas’s hand.

The fact that Lucas still knows how to mimic Yuqi's strong Beijing accent when he tries now, at the risk of her kicking him in the shins, is still considered a mark of time passing. It’s been more than a year since the both of them had been screaming over obstacle courses from Anshan to Macau. Almost two since they’d met in this JTBC building. After a special variety episode filming they were here for earlier, they’ve gotten too tired to scream anymore from inside this dingy wide service elevator that powered down midway from the fifth floor at the back of the building.

Yuqi clicks her tongue. “Your shoes are killing me,” she says over the squeak of his new soles.

“I can’t not move,” Lucas mutters.

A moment later, Lucas’s shoes are off and his socks are gathering dust off the floor. Yuqi wrinkles her nose but does the same, wincing in relief and massaging her cold ankles.

“Your Mandarin’s gotten better,” she comments.

Lucas smiles, in spite of having noticed the extra focus she’d had in her expression to get past his accent. “I’ve had help.”


---


People like Kai and Baekhyun, Taemin even, tell Lucas it’s good to be confident. People here will say that he’s very driven and that the hard work has paid off, is still paying off. Sometimes, he tries so very hard not to let the feeling sink in down to his bones, season after season, country after country because it helps make the work easier. Keep going and don't sweat it, he tells himself. He makes a mental note to ask Jackson—if he ever gets the chance—whether it was always supposed to feel this way.

“Wanna know what I think?” Yuqi says, tentatively. 27 minutes have passed.

“What?”

“I think it’s supposed to. Even if the dream was never the same for all of us at the beginning,” she says.

It's hard to say that they'd trade the dream now for anything else. The silence in the space is like being underwater, deafening and heavy.

“Any regrets?” Lucas finally asks, shielding his eyes as he looks up at the elevator light, bright but less unforgiving than anything else they’ve been under.

“Before our lives end here? Not too many,” Yuqi replies after a while. She smiles a little, soft despite everything.

“Same here. You know, I don’t meet a lot of friends like this.”

“I’ll bet," Yuqi says, her laughter full and Lucas's grin comes easier now—he feels more like himself again. "Huang Xuxi, let’s meet somewhere else next time.”

“In better circumstances,” Lucas agrees, laughing in relief as the elevator lurches and shudders to life. Her hand is warm when she grasps onto his and pulls herself up to cheer as the doors finally open.

Re: where we end and begin - lucas (wayv)/yuqi (g-idle) - canon

[hyojungss]

"He’d die being held at gunpoint if he was ever kidnapped and asked to recite all his bandmates’ real names, in exchange for freedom." (crying emoji) i also really liked how you started off paragraphs with what sounds like lucas's inner monologue only for yuqi to respond to it!!

Re: where we end and begin - lucas (wayv)/yuqi (g-idle) - canon

[liptinted]

help that is my FAVE line T_____T icb u read this risa thank you! <3

born to be alone - joy (red velvet)/hayoung (apink) - au

[hyojungss]

Oh Hayoung wakes up at 3AM to the door beeping and someone stumbling through the doorway.

“You look horrible,” she says, internally a little relieved.

“You do too,” Park Sooyoung points out, and Hayoung can’t see it but her bedhead is awful, and her shirt isn’t even buttoned properly.

Sooyoung is leaning against the wall in the entryway. She sighs deeply, rainwater dripping from the tips of her hair. Hayoung had watched Sooyoung straighten it carefully in the hours before she went out with Yerin. All traces of that are gone now, returning to its natural waves. It sort of looks like when she gets out of the shower, but the red stain on her lips is still vibrant, like Sooyoung had forgotten to scrub it off with everything else.

Yerin is still out with someone, Sooyoung says. Before they went out it had sounded like a team cheer in here, Hayoung leading from the sidelines. Now Sooyoung looks completely defeated.

“I broke a heel,” she says, holding her left shoe in hand, the heel dangling from the strip of fabric on the base.

“How did you get back?”

Sooyoung shrugs. “Aren’t you a heavy sleeper? Were you still awake?”

Hayoung doesn’t quite have the heart to explain that she’d tried to read a book off the living room shelf and nearly fell asleep just out of boredom. “I didn’t really have it in me to game tonight,” she responds, not really answering either of the questions.

“Then you should have come out with us after all, you homebody,” Sooyoung says, but the bite’s all gone, even in jest.

“Should I have?”

Sooyoung looks like she’s about to cry.

“I think you should take a shower,” Hayoung tells her kindly.

She grins bleakly. “I kind of already have.”

“Fascinating how we thought the same thing, but I mean a real one,” she says, and takes Sooyoung by the arm so they can walk to her room. The cold water from Sooyoung’s jacket quickly seeps through her pajamas. “Geez, you must have been freezing out there.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone is ever going to get me like you do. Or Yerin,” Sooyoung adds. “No man, anyway.”

“But we still look,” Hayoung says lightly.

“We still do,” Sooyoung agrees, resting her head on Hayoung’s shoulder.

they assume you know nothing - nayoung/jeonghan - canon

[kisoap]

Kyulkyung only looks at her after picking pieces of confetti out of her own dark hair. "You're making it obvious," she points out, a little stern.

Nayoung blinks, coming back into herself. She belatedly claps along as the beginning beats of the winning song of the week flood through the sound system. She'd tried her best not to think highly of it when it was first released, but couldn't help humming the hook under the shower, when the running water was loud enough to drown her off-pitch high notes out. She meets Kyulkyung's eyes as they start shuffling off the stage and asks, "What do you mean?"

Kyulkyung tilts her chin toward the front. It was weird at first, and awkward, having to face each other years after their shared dream had been snuffed out. It was still weird now, knowing these past versions of each other so intimately and wholly, and not quite being old enough yet for time to scab over their old selves, and not far enough into the future where they could be completely removed from them. Frankly, sometimes when the light hit her face a certain way, Nayoung still saw the girl who'd put on a brave face when she'd walked into their old practice room for the first time and didn't speak a lick of Korean.

Now, Kyulkyung says to her in awkward phrasing, "You don't notice it, but you keep glaring at them." They bow to a junior artist who passes by. "You shouldn't hate them for what happened. They had nothing to do with it."

"I don't." Some part of her does, or wishes she did. She'd never admit it aloud, though. It sounded too petty and unjustified for being twenty-eight, and she should've long outgrown the trepidation of always coming second because the boys always had to come first. "That's just ridiculous."

Seventeen is standing in the spotlight with their backs to the rest of them, singing along to their encore. Jeonghan's holding the trophy up high in his hands, confetti caught in the crown of his hair. There's sweat shining on the back of his neck. Nayoung can hear the triumphant smile in his voice when Dokyeom lets him sing into the mic for the hook that's been stuck in Nayoung's head ever since she watched the music video on her phone under the covers of her bed, in the otherwise darkness of her apartment.

These things, Nayoung didn't miss about being an idol.

---------

"I can't wait to cut my hair," Jeonghan suddenly sighs from where he's laying on her couch. It's a sofa bed, actually. Nayoung ordered it online because she thought it'd be useful for having people over. And then when it arrived, she realized that she never had people over. She doesn't even know how to set up the mattress.

Seungcheol started his service maybe two months ago. She knows Jeonghan's planning to go soon, too, before February of next year. It makes it easier, knowing this thing between them has a definitive end date. "Don't let your fans hear you," she chastises from where she's reloading her hot water dispenser. "You'll break their hearts like that."

He cranes his neck to meet her eyes over the kitchen counter. "Do you think I'd be popular if I got a buzzcut?" He's grinning like he's up to no good.

She'd gone over to his place before, maybe three times. She'd walked over to grab something off his TV stand and then realized that she'd seen a picture of Joshua on Jeonghan's Instagram, taken from that exact spot. She never wanted to go over there again afterwards.

Nayoung considers and then concludes, "I can't speak for the public."

The thing is, she'd hated when he'd started growing out his hair back before debut. They'd cross each other in the hallways and she'd be polite, but it was like every inch of hair brought him closer to something she'd been working years for. Boiled down to that, it felt like all the time she'd spent in the practice room could be trivialized into something so easily cut off.

Jeonghan runs a hand through it, pensive. "All the more reason to get rid of it," he says as if she hadn't tangled her fingers in it at the nape of his neck when he kissed her ten minutes ago. And it was all so trivial, all over again.

---------

Nayoung asked for Jeonghan's number a year ago, when they guested on the same variety show. She'd done so mostly out of courtesy, and they didn't interact much during the shoot otherwise. A month later, she texted him for his birthday, and somehow that turned into regularly exchanging messages, and that turned into asking if he wanted extra persimmons her aunt had sent her that would go bad otherwise, and that turned into him gently brushing her hair out of her face, her fingers twisted in his cotton t-shirt.

For the most part, Nayoung assuaged their relationship by convincing herself it was just casual. They talked so little about each other to other people that it seemed like their relationship was nonexistent. They didn't have the same favorite songs, and they didn't have the same social circles, and Nayoung only knows for certain that Joshua figured it out, but only because he looked at Jeonghan's phone once.

"That doesn't count," she pointed out when Jeonghan told her. Some part of her foolishly wanted it to be more obvious, but when she thought about it further, she decided she'd hate that more.

They never took pictures of each other, or sent each other anything but plain-word texts. That's how Nayoung pretended how little this whole thing truly meant to her. Jeonghan laughed, "We're every PR team's dream," and then Nayoung shut him up by kissing him square on the mouth.

In hindsight, she regretted never asking Sowon about how it'd been when she and Jeonghan were dating, but Nayoung knew it'd been her own hubris. She hadn't bothered asking because she thought it'd be impossible, ending up in the same exact situation. And now here she was, in the same exact situation.

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"If you had a friend," Jeonghan begins, "and they liked this guy, but say the guy was going to do his military service soon. Would you wait for the guy if you were them?"

Nayoung tears the paper a little from where she'd been pulling at the dog ear of her script. "Can you say that again?" she says slowly.

Jeonghan leans forward to put his phone facedown onto her coffee table. Nayoung can't meet his gaze. "I mean me," he repeats. He clears his throat. "And you."

"Oh." Nayoung's ripped the dog ear off entirely at this point. She rolls the softened paper between her fingers anyway, not trusting herself with anything else, much less Yoon Jeonghan's heart. "You want me to wait for you?"

"If you want to." He sounds so earnest that Nayoung makes the mistake of glancing up. He looks at her, earnest too.

Earlier in the year, the kiss scene in Nayoung's last webdrama went semi-viral. It'd been with an up-and-coming actor five years younger than her, and their characters were arguing over why they should and shouldn't be together at a new year's party. It all came to a head when the crowd around them, oblivious to their shouting, counted down the last ten seconds, and Nayoung's character surged forward to kiss her love interest right as the confetti shot into the air to welcome in the new year, fluttering down around them. It'd been all anyone ever asked her about during their short IOI reunion promotions, to the point that Nayoung never wanted to talk about it again.

Jeonghan never brought it up with her once, and she'd dismissed the script early as fiction. And now, Nayoung chokes out over the want of such a picture-perfect ending for the both of them, "It can't be that easy. For us."

Jeonghan's mouth tilts into a smile. "It only sounds that way if you want it to." It looks like he wants to reach for her hand, the one folding creases into the dog ear. In case he's thought about it, she puts the paper down.

"I wasn't supposed to like you," she tells him, which is admission enough. Idly, she thinks about all the reasons she should hate him.

"I've liked you for a long time," he says so readily that it can't not be true.

He grinned at her brightly on the last day of her promotions, when he was a guest MC and IOI won, handing her the trophy. Their hands brushed briefly in the flood of the stage lights. Now, Jeonghan covers her hand with his slowly, like he's giving her the chance to draw away.

She doesn't.

[(Anonymous)]

Moonbin (Astro)/ Sinb (Gfriend) Prompt: (the april fools poem https://astrotranslations.tumblr.com/post/174767512573/title-my-bright-moon-my-bright-moon-my-moon)
- Either

Re: they assume you know nothing - nayoung/jeonghan - canon

[hyojungss]

im truly truly destroyed sapphy wtf T____T IF YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL WHY DID U WRITE THAT MANY KISSES!!!!

taylor nyjh swift is back ic... cardigan fits rly well... this whole fic is so good that i never wanted it to end. i love how u ease into the reveal slowly, i love the sharp description of nayoung's feelings re: svt and the part yjh plays in that, hating their intersection, loving despite it all. i love the contradictions inherent in their rs and how the pull of love and having someone else that understands u transcends the tricks and complication. i love your section endings and the piece ending was sooo good and tied it all back T__T all the lines in this were so good that i cant even begin to choose my favorite and like i said a lot of them were physically incapacitating ×______× you're WAY TOO GOOD AT THIS... ILY!!!

Re: born to be alone - joy (red velvet)/hayoung (apink) - au

[kisoap]

RISA THE WAY I WAS SO BUSY SNIPING YOU YESTERDAY THAT I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU HAD SNIPED ME IN RETURN!! i really love the dialogue here (the way they just greet each other with "you look awful"), also with my [limited] knowledge of this 96line, yerin being the last one standing is so fitting and homebody hayoung and sooyoung somewhere in between... i'm always in awe of how you put so much into so little *___* thank u for this food <3 <3 <3

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chaeryeong/jaemin - summer jobs - au

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[any] - i've been dreaming since i was sixteen / i've been lying to be on your team - either

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mingyu/hoshi (seventeen) - "i really did sort of resent you" - either

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wendy/seulgi (red velvet) - square (2017) lyrics (https://genius.com/amp/Baek-yerin-square-2017-lyrics) - either

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jiho/binnie (oh my girl) - "no one falls in love under the fluorescent lights" - any