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2020 MINI COMMENT FICATHON
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!!
this mini comment ficathon is open for prompts and fills indefinitely, so don't worry about being late to the party!
if you're interested to join, please read instructions below:
To prompt:
Please use the following format:
If you choose AU, describe what AU you are looking for. e.g. High School AU, Spies AU, etc. You can choose “either” if you have no preference between AU and canon.
Please post only one comment per prompt. To keep prompts from becoming lonely and abandoned I'd like to ask that you post a maximum of two prompts a day.
To respond:
Respond by posting your fic as a reply to the original prompt. There are no restrictions in terms of style etc. but do remember that this is a drabble community so we'd like to keep the word count at a maximum of 800 words.
In the comment title box, title your fics with:
IMPORTANT: If your fic is rated R, then format your comment title box this way:
you are welcome to cross-post your drabbles anywhere else. feel free to fill up a prompt even if it's already taken!
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))
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!!
this mini comment ficathon is open for prompts and fills indefinitely, so don't worry about being late to the party!
if you're interested to join, please read instructions below:
To prompt:
Please use the following format:
Characters/Ship (optional) - Prompt (song lyrics/quote etc. etc.) - Canon/AU/Either (optional)
If you choose AU, describe what AU you are looking for. e.g. High School AU, Spies AU, etc. You can choose “either” if you have no preference between AU and canon.
Please post only one comment per prompt. To keep prompts from becoming lonely and abandoned I'd like to ask that you post a maximum of two prompts a day.
To respond:
Respond by posting your fic as a reply to the original prompt. There are no restrictions in terms of style etc. but do remember that this is a drabble community so we'd like to keep the word count at a maximum of 800 words.
In the comment title box, title your fics with:
Title – Ship – Universe
IMPORTANT: If your fic is rated R, then format your comment title box this way:
Title – Ship – Universe – [R]
you are welcome to cross-post your drabbles anywhere else. feel free to fill up a prompt even if it's already taken!
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))
the talent vs hard work narrative - yeonjun (txt) / mark (nct) - au
Rumors. They’re all rumors, is all, and Yeonjun pays no heed to them, as much as they make him want to scoff. Being from Canada probably means that he lived there for three months and never got over it. Imagine if Yeonjun claimed he was from Los Angeles? And every trainee at BigHit wants to be a rapper, now, because of BTS.
Further, being ex-anything doesn’t mean squat shit at BigHit. Yeonjun would know that the most.
Still: his eyes land on the new boy as soon as he steps inside the practice room. There are only a few trainees here -- they have thirty minutes before practice starts in earnest -- but Yeonjun has always made a habit of using all the time he has, wringing it out like squeezing blood from a stone.
“Hi,” the new boy says, greeting him with an earnest smile. “I’m Mark. Mark Lee.”
“Choi Yeonjun.” He returns the smile, turning the charm up to one-hundred percent and putting his arm around Mark’s shoulder. “You see those rankings there?” With his other arm, he points at the papers attached to the far wall, the ordering of trainees who excel at rap, dance, and singing.
“Yeah, I caught that,” Mark replies. His head tilts as he observes the list again. Yeonjun tracks the movements of Mark’s eyes, slow and methodical. “You’re the ace, huh?”
Yeonjun shrugs, noncommittal, then removes his arm and steps away from Mark. “Just making sure you know how things work, over here.”
“Alright,” Mark shrugs, easy-going enough. Yeonjun decides he doesn’t like him, not one bit.
--
Yeonjun likes to think of himself as a nice guy, so he doesn’t say anything to Mark outright. He doesn’t need to, anyhow -- the other trainees fill in the gaps for him, quick to gossip and insult. The difference between an unknown trainee and a disliked trainee is whether Yeonjun choses to redirect the conversation: whenever they bring up Soobin, commenting on his gangly limbs and earnest smile, Yeonjun will smile and quickly change the subject, whereas whenever Mark’s name is thrown about, Yeonjun remains silent.
What had started out as instinctive dislike morphs into something uglier over time, though. Yeonjun should’ve guessed that ostracizing Mark would lead to Soobin taking him in, adopting him into his little group of misfit trainees who place too low on trainee evaluations to hang around Yeonjun.
Yeonjun pretends not to watch as Soobin and Mark head out to the convenience store together, but his skin itches with a prickliness he can’t name. He heads outside himself, alone, the way he usually does when he’s in a bad mood.
The other trainees aren’t his friends; they don’t get the mess and pain of seeing him when he’s less than one-hundred percent. Yeonjun knows that he isn’t here for friends, that comradery can be forged or feigned after he’s chosen to debut, but it still stings somewhere deep down.
Yeonjun’s still in the shadows when Mark and Soobin walk back, their faces illuminated by the streetlights. Two smiling-shy boys, gangly and earnest, smiling and laughing as the night falls. He takes note of how Soobin towers over Mark and scoffs, realizing exactly what that pointed, itchy feeling had been.
It’s something that Yeonjun has long grown accustomed to, but has never quite acknowledged: envy.
--
The next month, Mark Lee’s name is at the top of the rap evaluations.
Yeonjun stares at the #2 next to his name, face blank, overwhelmingly aware of the others looking at him. They’re like a pit of vipers ready to strike. He hadn’t minded it much, when he had been the one to reign over them, but he’s experienced enough to know that any show of weakness will get devoured immediately.
Second place, he knows, is the first to lose.
--
Yeonjun keeps his head down and works harder. That’s the only way he knows how to deal with the situation when his pride is hurt like this. He spends hours awake when the others are sleeping, writing verses and scratching every other word out when it doesn’t come out perfect.
Yeonjun had seen Mark’s evaluation. Mark Lee had looked pasty white and nervous before he opened his mouth, and had fumbled his lines twice while delivering. Regardless, there had been a flow, a musicality to his punctuated rhythm, something Yeonjun knew mattered more than flawlessness.
See, perfection could be made and shaped and brought out of you like a magnet collecting iron particles from sand. But charisma? But Mark Lee’s unrepentant boy-next-door charm?
That was something else entirely.
a/n: god this is not yeonjun/mark at all this ended up being somethign else entirely... unfortunately i alr hit max wc (800w) but who knows i kinda want to expand this and have them reach some sort of amicable conclusion... srry im obsessed with yeonjun vs mark golden boy trainee narratives. god