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♕ ([personal profile] deplore) wrote2012-11-30 01:00 am

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leave me prompts!

i'm not sure how much response this will get bc i don't really friend people with this account, but! i like a little direction when i decide what to write, so i'm opening up to prompts. actually, if i have prompts i tend to write much faster, too. prompts of any sort are fine; i would love it if they could include a pairing and some sort of idea (it could be a plot, song lyrics, a challenge to write in a certain style, including certain words) but even just one or the other would do. i cannot guarantee quality nor quantity, but i will definitely try my best (❁´◡`❁)

groups i will almost definitely write for: exo, super junior, infinite
groups i could be persuaded to write for: u-kiss, boyfriend, ze:a, shinee (one of these does not belong...)
if there are any you're not sure about, just ask and i will let you whether or not i am familiar with/feel comfortable writing about that group.

anon posting should be on, although they will be initially screened. i do not log ips.

(Anonymous) 2012-11-30 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
exo: chen/lu han
appearances can be deceiving

[identity profile] 2012-12-07 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Jongdae has barely managed to pour himself his first cup of coffee for the morning before the police chief pulls him into his office and assigns him a new case. “This one might become high-profile, if we don’t manage to find results fast,” Kris tells him as he hands the file over. “Murder of a businessman who worked at a downtown firm, a pretty successful one, for that matter. I’d like this wrapped up fast, which is why I’m giving it to you.”

“So much pressure,” Jongdae says, but the right corner of his lip is quirked upward as he flips through the pages, reading aloud. “Gunshot to the head, fatal, happened sometime during the night hours. Last seen by a co-worker at around 9:30 PM. There was a note left in letters cut out from a magazine - seriously, is this for real? Whoever did this has been reading too many comics. ‘Don’t cross us again,’ it says.” Jongdae pauses, then asks, “I guess you want me down there right now, don’t you.”

Kris nods. Jongdae sighs at his coffee mug forlornly. He has not even had a single sip of it yet. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes to it. “Tomorrow we’ll have a nice, long date together, but this morning, I guess I’ll have to cheat on you with my work.”

“Don’t be overdramatic,” Kris says, and Jongdae can tell he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Buy yourself some Starbucks on the way, or something.”

“You wouldn’t understand the bond between us,” Jongdae tells him. “You don’t even drink coffee.”

“Oh, and by the way - I’m sending over somebody to work with you today,” Kris says, not-so-subtly changing the subject. “A friend of mine, when I was an investigator in China. His name’s Lu Han, and he’s a consulting detective.”

Jongdae laughs, but he’s not serious. “Are you doubting my abilities?” Jongdae asks, not because he really thinks so - just to tease a little.

“No, you’re the best investigator on the force and everybody in the department knows it,” Kris replies, not to compliment him, but as a statement of simple fact. “But Lu Han is in a class of his own - even you could learn some stuff from him. He’s a bit difficult to get along with, but... I don’t know. I have a feeling that you could manage it.”

“Well, if you say so,” Jongdae says, before shrugging and smiling, easygoing as always. “I’m going, then, unless you want anything else from me?”

Kris waves him off, and Jongdae is off in the next fifteen minutes.

- - -

“He tells me to make an arrest quickly, but then he says to wait for this Lu Han guy to show up,” Jongdae mutters to himself as he goes through the victim’s office. His investigation of the crime scene itself yielded no new information, and he has resorted to finding out more about the victim to see if he can’t figure something out from looking at the case from a different angle. “Talk about mixed signals, Kris. Jeez.”

He starts thinking out loud, trying to organize his ideas by verbalizing them: “Don’t cross us again. Maybe somebody’s got a vendetta against this business? I could ask around, see if they’ve been making any enemies. Or maybe ties to gangs or something. It’s going to be a serious pain if the underground market’s involved somehow -”

His train of thought is cut off by the door opening, and Chen turns to see somebody he doesn’t recognize standing there; he’s not a forensic, because he’s dressed too nicely for that, and he’s certainly not somebody on the police force. It could be Lu Han, but Chen’s instinct is to think that he isn’t - from his soft features to his unassuming expression, Jongdae thinks that he must have been a good boy all his life: always got home before curfew, always studied diligently, always obeyed his parents. The man is objectively good-looking, and Jongdae imagines that the girls must coo over him quite a bit, and the idea that this person makes a living off of handling mysteries centered around dead bodies just doesn’t seem right somehow. Somebody who still looks so innocent can’t possible be in the business of crime investigation because they wanted to be in it but because they had to be in it, Jongdae thinks to himself, but with the economy the way it is he does not have much trouble believing that this man could be the helper to some eccentric consulting detective, unable to find any other decent work.

[identity profile] 2012-12-07 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)

“Hello,” Jongdae says. “Are you, maybe, Lu Han’s assistant?”

The man tilts his head slightly, and smiles. “Sure,” he answers, tone easy-going and light. “You could say that.”

Any other inspector would have been nearly erupting with irritation from waiting so long at this point, but Jongdae just says, “Not to be rude, but could you tell him to hurry up a little? We’ve been waiting on him for a while, you know.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “Lu Han can be bad at managing his time sometimes. You know how it is.” There is a pause, before he asks, “Would you mind if I took a look at the note that was left behind?”

Jongdae shrugs. “Sure, why not?” he replies, and reaches over to carefully removes the letter from its evidence bag before handing it over. “I don’t need to tell you to be careful with it, I’m sure - if you work for a detective, then I’m sure you already know all about proper procedure. But we’ve already had a guy from forensics analyze it, and we probably won’t get any results from that for a while.”

“That’s alright,” he says, and smiles as he takes it. “Could you tell me a little bit about the murder? I haven’t heard much about it yet, and I guess I’m a little curious.”

As the other man studies the note, Jongdae explains, “The murder itself is straightforward - the victim is a businessman, in his late forties, apparently on the track to becoming one of the partners in the firm. The main issue with this case is that it took place in such a secure location. We don’t know how the killer got in or got out.”

“I don’t think you have to worry much about that,” the man says thoughtfully as he reads over . “It was definitely an inside job.”

Jongdae laughs a little at that. “How can you possibly know that?” he asks.

“Look at the letters that the killer cut out,” he replies, holding out the note so Jongdae can see it, too. “The typeface of some of them are very distinct - the E is clearly from The Economist, you can tell from the red background. The R looks like it’s from The New Yorker. And I think that the T is from the Time.” He pauses for a moment. “I noticed earlier, when I was passing through the waiting room... this office gets subscriptions to all of those magazines, don’t they? But I noticed that there are some issues missing. Not this week’s, because that would be too obvious, but last week’s, which wouldn’t be strange, except all of the magazines from two weeks ago are there. And that also accounts for why nobody was seen on the surveillance cams, if the killer is somebody who works here. Besides, the threat’s so vague and trite - it just screams of a last-ditch attempt to throw the blame somewhere else.”

Jongdae is staring openly, rather dumbfounded, but the man seems to take no notice and continues talking. “And I can narrow down your suspect pool even further,” he says. “He’s left-handed. It’s a bit faint, but you can see the imprint of whatever was written on top of this piece of paper. A legal pad is made so that all of the papers are at the top, so you can’t rotate the top sheet without ripping it out completely - but then, that’s strange, because the letters are written at an unnatural tilt. But if the writer is a southpaw, that’s perfectly normal, since left-handers learn to write at an angle to avoid smudging their letters. Besides that, the pressure patterns seem to indicate that the left is the dominant side. Even the centering of the pasted magazine letters... it’s more towards the left side of the paper.” He looks up, right into Jongdae’s eyes. “I’m sure it won’t be much trouble to identify all the people who left the building after hours last night. If you can round up all the left-handed ones, which probably won’t be more than three, max, then I think you’ll find the murderer in that group.”

For a moment, there is silence. Then, slowly, Jongdae asks, “You’re not just Lu Han’s assistant, are you?”

The man holds out a hand, and smiles. “Hello, Kim Jongdae,” he says. “My name is Lu Han. It’s nice to meet you.”

[identity profile] 2012-12-07 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
sidenote: anon, i will be writing more of this later! if my predictions are right, this might even end up a longfic eventually, bc it's going to take a long time to get to the luchen at this rate, but i didn't want you to feel like i'd forgotten about your rec... anyway, i'm guessing that you probably weren't expecting a sherlock holmes-type au, but i hope it's to your satisfaction so far. the later scenes will definitely have more characterization; tbh, i didn't really feel like lu han's and chen's personalities were really shown so far (a...hahaha ah i'm sorry ;u;) but consider this the set-up to something that will, hopefully, be better! if you'd like me to write something different please let me know and i can try something else for you, too (*´・v・)

[identity profile] 2012-12-12 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
not op but I'm happy you're taking this the sherlock holmes ish au? tbf it didn't click until the consulting detective line came up and i got excited at seeing lu han deducing!
eagerly waiting for more :)

(Anonymous) 2012-11-30 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
do you have any exo pairings that you may not want to write for?

[identity profile] 2012-11-30 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
otoh, i am comfortable with pretty much any permutation of exo-m. in exo-k, i don't know much about suho or d.o, so i'm not sure how well pairings with them would come out.

that said, i relish a challenge! the chances are slim that i would be completely against writing any particular pairing.

(Anonymous) 2012-11-30 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
“Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.”
— Bernard Meltzer
pairing: kai/chen

[identity profile] 2012-12-02 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
“Here,” Jongdae says, and smiles slightly as he hands over a small, colorful paper bag with a ribbon at the top. “A present for you.”

Jongin blinks a few times before he takes it. “Thanks, hyung,” he says, and rips into the packaging haphazardly, tearing off the top without untying the ribbon. Inside is a tiny, red lion on a keychain. He holds it up and takes a look at it - it’s something he got from a street stand, probably, but it has its own charm. Jongin decides he thinks it’s nice.

“You don’t have to use it or anything, but I thought it fit your image. Fierce, sexy Kai who’s actually a cute kid,” Jongdae teases, and laughs when Jongin makes a face in return.

Jongin can’t keep it up for long, though, and smiles. “No, I’ll use it,” he says. “I like it.”

“Good,” Jongdae replies, and grins. “I’ll bring you back more the next time, then.”

To be honest, Jongin doesn’t really expect Jongdae to keep his word but every time he comes back from China from then on out, Jongdae comes back with a different present in tow. Sometimes they’re trinkets, things that he probably got for cheap, like paper cuttings or decorative knots or protective wards, but other times they’re paper kites or calligraphic scrolls or rolls of silk: beautiful, and probably as costly as they are lovely. Jongdae never mentions prices, though, and Jongin never asks.

“You don’t have to get us all this stuff, you know,” Jongin tells him every time, even though his attempts to hide the delight he feels from receiving the gifts are utterly transparent.

“Happiness is meant to be shared, you know,” Jongdae replies. “China’s a lot of fun, and I have a good time, but you don’t get to go - so I thought it’d be nice to bring a little back to you.”

Once, he brings Jongin a jade bracelet and Jongin almost turns it down because it looks too nice, too expensive for him to be able to casually accept, but Jongdae laughs cheerfully and insists, “You can’t turn down a gift, you know, that’s rude,” and makes Jongin hold his wrist out as he puts it on.

As usual, he says, “You don’t have to use it, if you don’t want to” - but, somehow, Jongin always does.

- - -

It’s Exo-M’s third time promoting in China in four months, and Jongin has to wonder if the days always went by this slowly. He occupies his time in the dance studio, teasing Sehun, pulling pranks with Chanyeol in an attempt to see who can get Joonmyun to literally tear his hair out in anguish first, and sneaking over to SHINee’s practices to hang out with Taemin, but even all of that isn’t enough to distract him from the pressing feeling of something missing.

“You know, it’s Sehun’s job to moon over how much he misses Exo-M when they’re off in China, not yours,” Baekhyun says. “He’s the one with the whole star-crossed-lovers long-distance-relationship fanservice thing going for him and all that.”

“You miss them too,” Jongin replies, not yet willing to admit that his loneliness might be of a different sort than everybody else’s, and certainly not to Baekhyun.

Baekhyun sighs. “I miss Zitao,” he says. “Zitao is my only good dongsaeng, you know that?”

“I’m a good dongsaeng too,” Jongin insists.

“Joonmyun hyung is about two centimeters away from breaking down because of you and Chanyeol,” Baekhyun informs him matter-of-factly. “You are the worst dongsaeng, and that’s saying something, because Sehun is included in that category too.”

Jongin takes it as a compliment, and tries to not preen a little.

[identity profile] 2012-12-02 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
- - -

“That’s a nice bracelet,” Kyungsoo says one morning, as they both get ready for the day.

Jongin looks up and replies, “Huh? - Oh, yeah. I like it, too,” and unconsciously reaches to rub at it a little. He’s been wearing it often recently, almost every day, because it leaves a cool, reassuring weight at his wrist.

“A gift?” Kyungsoo asks, and Jongin thinks that maybe the way he asks it is a little too sharp, like there’s something deeper he’s thinking about.

But Jongin can’t tell what’s going on in Kyungsoo’s head, so he just shrugs and answers, “Yeah.”

Kyungsoo nods. “You know, Lu Han was telling me before that people in China believe that if you wear a jade bracelet, it reflects your current state of being. So if the jade looks bright and clear, it means that you’re happy and healthy, but if it starts getting dull, then there might be something wrong.”

“Oh,” says Jongin, trying his best to pretend to be interested. “I didn’t know that.”

“So, I think, whoever gave it to you must want you to take care of yourself,” Kyungsoo says, “and to be happy.”

The memory of Jongdae telling him happiness is meant to be shared, you know echos in his mind. “I guess so,” Jongin says, and wonders vaguely what Jongdae was thinking when he bought the bracelet.

- - -

Another day, another eight hours in the practice rooms. This time, he and Sehun decide to run through their routines together, which is why Sehun comes to his room far too early, dragging his gym bag behind him.

“Where do you even get all this junk from, anyway?” Sehun asks him as he tries to find a place to sit and wait while Jongin finishes getting his things together.

“S’not junk,” Jongin says automatically. “And don’t you get it too? Jongdae hyung brings stuff with him, when Exo-M comes back from China.”

Sehun stares at him for a few moments. His expression is even more unimpressed than usual. “Why would Jongdae hyung bring me back stuff?” he asks, in a tone that says Jongin, you’re an actual full-blooded idiot. “Not even Lu Han hyung brings me this many presents. Or, like, any presents at all, really.”

The gears in his head start to turn, but it doesn’t quite click yet. It’s not until four hours later, when he and Sehun have run themselves exhausted and are just about to break for lunch that things come together. The realization is so sudden and so profound that he stops in the middle of the dance without even thinking about it, and Sehun nearly runs right into him.

Oh,” he says, and stares at his reflection in the mirror. The Jongin he sees looking back at him has eyes full of hope and terror - it’s the same look that he’s seen before, when Taemin once confided in him there’s somebody I like, but you have to keep it a secret.

At his side, Sehun puts a hand on his shoulder and says - not unsympathetically, for once - “It’s about time, isn’t it?”

Jongin wants to get angry at him, but he can’t, because it’s true.

[identity profile] 2012-12-02 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
- - -

At night, Jongin lies awake and wonders to himself what the part of him that is Kai would do in this situation, but he can’t tap into the flow of thought that he puts himself in when he slips into his stage persona no matter how hard he tries. It is because, he thinks, Kai is cold and arrogant and untouchable - Kai wouldn’t fall in love, but Jongin would, and even though he has not felt like a child in a long time the idea of being in love makes him feel young and confused.

It’s not that he likes Jongdae because he likes the gifts - well, he does have to admit to himself he thoroughly likes all the gifts, but he could do without them, and he thinks he would actually feel better if Jongdae didn’t insist on getting him all these things because they must cost money, and none of them have that much of an allowance to begin with. It’s more that he likes that Jongdae must think of him when they are apart and wonder to himself would Jongin like this? as he walks down the streets of China in his spare time, looking for the next present to bring back. He likes that Jongdae still remembers him when they are thousands of miles apart, because Jongin finds himself unconsciously wondering about him and it is reassuring to know that the feeling must be mutual - or, at least, he hopes it is.

He frowns and rolls over in his bed. “This is dumb,” he says aloud to the ceiling. On the other side of the room, Kyungsoo does not stir.

- - -

Four days until Exo-M returns, and Jongin is relieved, because Exo-K finally starts up promotions again - this time, another sponsorship for some product that none of them actually care about. He keeps himself occupied preparing for the photoshoot and convinces himself that he is not running away from the problem.

“There is literally no problem,” Sehun insists, demonstrating his irritating ability to say exactly what Jongin wishes he would just keep to himself. “He likes you too, or he wouldn’t buy you all this stuff. You are so obtuse it is ridiculous.”

Jongin is glad that Sehun being a brat is a constant across all situations, because he can always find a good distraction by doing his best to annoy Sehun as much as he possibly can in return.

- - -

“Here,” Jongdae says, smiling as usual as he hands over his latest present. This time it is something small, and when Jongin opens the paper package, out slides a coin. It’s not one that Jongin has ever seen before - he’s used Chinese money before, and while the characters on it look right, the design is unfamiliar to him.

“It’s an ancient Chinese coin,” Jongdae explains. “Apparently, they’re good luck. And if you hang one in your room, it’s supposed to bring prosperity to you, or something like that.”

“Thanks, hyung,” he says, holding it up to take a better look at it - there is a hole in the center, and he thinks maybe if he got a nice string he could make a necklace out of it. He smiles, and Jongdae returns the gesture with a grin. There is a moment of hesitation, but Jongin resists the urge to look down or run away, and he says, “I have something for you, too. Can you close your eyes?”

“This isn’t a hidden camera, is it?” Jongdae asks, but he smiles as he closes his eyes.

Jongin takes a deep breath and pushes aside all his hesitations, like he does when he’s Kai, dancing up on stage, confident and careless, except right now he’s Jongin - full of human fears and emotions and longings. He leans in, eyes squeezed shut, and presses his lips to Jongdae’s: for a second, he can feel Jongdae’s eyelids flutter against his own but they stay closed. It only lasts a few seconds but just that leaves Jongin a little breathless and he pulls away so soon that he feels a little disappointed, because Jongdae’s lips are smooth and warm and nice.

[identity profile] 2012-12-02 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh,” says Jongdae, and licks his lips self-consciously.

“Yeah,” Jongin replies, and tries very hard not to avoid Jongdae’s gaze.

But Jongdae smiles, and Jongin is used to seeing a mischievous grin on his face but this one softer than usual. “I was hoping you would get the message eventually,” Jongdae says, and Jongin has to fight the urge to shout in relief, because it feels like there is something in his chest that is glowing so brightly that he feels like he might explode, and it is a good feeling.

“Welcome back,” Jongin says, and Jongdae laughs, high and clear. Jongin thinks to himself that this is exactly the kind of happiness that he wants to share with Jongdae from now on.

i hope this can satisfy, anon! i will admit this is the first time i've written either kai or chen as a character of focus, so i'm not sure about their characterizations, especially kai's /o\ but i hope you enjoy anyway!

(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
screaming, this is so late but aksdbjfaksdbfaskdbfak thank you for writing my prompt ;~~~~~;
am dead at jongin being obtuse and jongin reciprocating after how long. orz this comment is all over the place


(Anonymous) 2012-11-30 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
tao and xiumin get lost in the woods

[identity profile] 2012-12-07 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
anon, i just wanted to leave a note here that i have not forgotten about you! i'm having some trouble coming up with something i like for your prompt right now, but i am sure inspiration will come eventually. i just felt a little bad because i am almost definitely going to be posting things for later prompts before yours, and wanted you to know that it is not because i've forgotten about this prompt.

thank you for being understanding and for dealing with the wait :)

(Anonymous) 2012-12-01 02:04 am (UTC)(link)

a night of sharing where they talks about their past relationships

[identity profile] 2012-12-03 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
The first girl that Dongwoo fell in love with, he tells Hoya, was without a doubt the most beautiful person that he has ever known. It was not simply that she was pretty, he explains, it was that she had a wonderful soul - kind and humble and devoted and caring. There is a rational part in his mind which understand that he is, in truth, looking back upon his past with rose-tinted glasses, but he willfully chooses not to believe that voice.

Hoya can perceive this clearly, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he asks if he ever asked her out.

Dongwoo shakes his head heavily, as if there are a thousand pounds of regret pressing down on the back of his neck. He was scared, he admits, scared that she would say no, and that he would no longer think she was so beautiful anymore - if she said no, he was afraid that he would no longer be able to see her goodness anymore, because he did not want look at her with hateful eyes and have that beauty of hers clouded by his own emotions.

Hoya does not think that Dongwoo would have become like that - he thinks Dongwoo’s soul is clear and bright, too. It would not have been that way, he says. Dongwoo smiles and thanks him, but there is a look in his eyes that tells Hoya that on the inside he doubts still doubts himself.

For Hoya, there had been a girl next door. She had not been very pretty but she was not ugly either - her face was round and her cheekbones high, so that she looked a few years younger than she actually was. She worked hard in school, did her chores obediently, and learned all the things she would need to be a good wife and admirable mother. You’d do well to marry her, his parents had said over and over again - Hoya had shrugged and agreed, because this was when he had not yet found his voice.

High school came, and he dated other girls, but he had tried his best to hide that from her. They went to different schools, so it shouldn’t have been that hard, he recalls. Dongwoo wonders, hesitantly, why he wanted to hide it so badly. Hoya doesn’t know. Maybe he didn’t want to hurt her. Maybe he wanted to be selfish.

If it had been a movie, Hoya thinks, here is how it would have gone: he would have gone out with any number of other girls, none of them satisfying, none of them that lasted, until one day when he looked over and realized that this girl was beautiful. He would think to himself, why didn’t I see it before? and he would have gone downstairs, walked up to her doorstep, and rang the doorbell. Go out with me, he would have said when she answered the door. I like you. I’m sorry for making you wait. I like you.

She would have smiled. He would kiss her cheek. Ten years later, they get married. Happily ever after.

The thoughts never come to him, he admits to Dongwoo. The epiphany never happens, but he decides to try anyway: he steels up his nerves and goes up to her and asks her to be his girlfriend. The end.

Instead, she smiles but it is a sad smile. Oppa, I know you don’t like me that way, she says. I like you a lot, oppa, but I can’t go out with you if you don’t like me too or you’ll break my heart again and again and I’ll never be able to leave you because I won’t be able to stop liking you. Thank you for noticing me, Hoya oppa. You already made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world today. But you can’t do this.

She was a smart girl, Hoya says. She was too good. Four months later he runs away from home and he realizes that she saw that this would happen far before he did. He is glad that she was better at protecting her heart than he was at breaking it.

[identity profile] 2012-12-03 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
The last girl that Dongwoo dated was a dancer who had long, graceful legs. He liked her legs the best, liked the way that they looked when she lifted one up for a pirouette. She was the first girl whose heart he ever broke, and the last girl who broke his heart, because her head was full of worries and practicality but his heart was full of dreams and he should have known that the day she quit dancing and got an office job was the day destiny changed its path and started leading towards their end.

Please quit too, she’d pleaded, quit because our time to be free is already done, we chased our hopes but now it’s time to stop and settle down. Don’t audition, she’d begged him, even if you get accepted they’ll just take your best years and you’ll never debut. I love you, please stay, she’d told him (and now he tells Hoya, with a tone so detached that Hoya understands how deeply it must still hurt) but he had said no.

Then let’s break up, she had said, one desperate, final attempt to get him to turn back. Then let’s break up, he had replied. Looking back, it wasn’t what he had wanted to say, and he tells Hoya that he doesn’t think it’s what she had wanted to say either.

The feeling of breaking another person’s heart, Dongwoo explains, in a tone that is tender and raw, feels much like breaking your own. Hoya is silent, and does not ask if he regrets it, because there are some what ifs that haunt everybody until the day they die.

Hoya has dated Sunggyu four times: the first for two weeks, the second four hours, the third nearly seven months, and the last five days. As he lists off each time, Dongwoo makes a face like he’s caught between being terrified and being amused. Honestly, Hoya can’t blame him.

Dongwoo is the only one who knows besides the two of them involved in the relationship, Hoya admits, and it is only because he trusts Dongwoo to keep it a secret that he can say it here and now.

That makes perfect sense, of course, because there are so many possible problems that Dongwoo can see in this relationship that if it were him he would be too scared to tell anybody. He promises to keep it a secret and Hoya offers him a half-smile in return.

Hesitantly, Dongwoo asks if Hoya is, perhaps, gay, and Hoya thinks about it for a few moments before he replies that he is who he is and he dates who he likes. Dongwoo understands this, and nods his head.

Even though Dongwoo doesn’t say anything more, Hoya can tell that he wants to ask why did you two break up? why did you keep getting back together? so he explains himself, explains how they had known each other since before the rest of Infinite were even in the picture, and that it was simply the natural flow of things that it would end up that way, because they were both lonely and tired and desperate all the time and both of them knew that the other was like that too.

But things are different now, Hoya says. That is in the past. He does not know if it will be a part of the future.

Dongwoo wants to know if there is anything surprising about Sunggyu, as a boyfriend. Hoya laughs and says that he thinks that the way Sunggyu kisses a person would surprise everybody. He does not elaborate on what he means, and Dongwoo thinks that maybe that is for the best.

There is somebody that I like right now, Dongwoo says.

Hoya smiles slightly. Is that so? he asks. There is somebody he likes too.

This is how it works between them: they confess to each other their secrets at night with the silent understanding that in the morning, it is nothing but something that they dreamed up in their sleep. What happens in their heads at night is detached from reality - dragging it into the daylight would be unseemly.

“Good morning,” Hoya says, reaching over to shake at Dongwoo’s shoulder. “Wake up, hyung.”

Dongwoo yawns and stretches his limbs out before he opens his eyes. “Good morning,” he replies, and smiles.

[identity profile] 2012-12-03 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
a note: i tried writing this in a different style than usual - i thought maybe this way of writing would emphasize the way that both of them take each others' confessions (some of it truth, some of it them filling in each others' blanks, some of it trying them trying to paint over their past with a more forgiving brush - but it's ultimately impossible to tell which parts are what). i hope it worked alright...! ;u; if not, let me know and i can try writing something else for you ;;

[identity profile] 2012-12-28 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
god this was perf thank you so much T^T

(Anonymous) 2012-12-01 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Your soul is on fire
A shot in the dark (
What did they aim for when they missed your heart?

ot7 or any pairing
Once upon a night we'll wake to the carnival of life
the beauty of this ride ahead such an incredible high
It's hard to light a candle, easy to curse the dark instead
This moment the dawn of humanity
The last ride of the day (

(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
do you accept ot3? like woohyun/sungyeol/myungsoo or kris/chanyeol/baekyun?

[identity profile] 2012-12-02 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
yep, ot3s are perfectly fine by me ^u^

(Anonymous) 2012-12-12 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
woosooyeol or krischanbaek. based on nell - the day before mv ( but with different ending.

(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
Sorry for posting anonymously, there are some issues with the mail validation and all bugging up my account ;A;

Could you try a Myungyeol or Wooyeol. (A little bit of Sungyeol biasness here) (*°∀°)=3

Fused with Florence + The Machines ;______; <--- I love them so much it's not even healthy anymore.

Probably Shake it Out, No light No light or Never Let Me Go

(Anonymous) 2012-12-03 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
super junior, donghae/henry, prompt: jazz age au

if you want something a little more specific, an excerpt from a letter from zelda fitzgerald to f. scott fitzgerald (1931):

"I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder."

(Anonymous) 2012-12-04 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
You know what would be really interesting? if you wrote a fic where one person in a group is a sociopath. I mean, in real life style just... one of them is a sociopath. Doesn't matter which group, really, though i'm more partial to Super Junior, Shinee, U-kiss, and Infinite.

to quote a website on the characteristics of a sociopath

Characteristics of a sociopath are as followed :

"1. Sociopaths are very charming.
2. Sociopaths can be extremely manipulative and will try to con you whenever possible.
3. Sociopaths feel that they are entitled to everything.
4. Sociopaths will lie continuously to get what they want. They can even sometimes manipulate a lie detector.
5. Sociopaths have no remorse, shame or guilt.
6. Sociopaths will show love and happiness only when it serves their purpose. None of the feelings are genuine.
7. Sociopaths have no room for love in their life.
8. Sociopaths need to have excitement in their lives or live on the edge.
9. Sociopaths have lack of empathy when their victims suffer pain that they have caused.
10. Sociopaths believe that they are all mightier than thou, there is no concern on how their behavior impacts others.
11. Sociopaths usually have a long history of juvenile delinquency as well as behavior problems.
12. Sociopaths will never take blame for anything they have done to anyone no matter if it is family or friend.
13. Sociopaths have many sexual partners and tend to act out many sexual acts.
14. Sociopaths rarely stay in one place for a long time (home/work).
15. Sociopaths will change themselves if they know it will keep them from being found out."

Wouldn't it be interesting if one of the more idk 'squishy'? for lack of a better term, idols, like say, Donghae or Dongwoo, Onew, Kevin... turned out to be like that? just a thought haha~

(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
exo, chen centric, ot6.

While Chen manages just fine in keeping a pokerface and his cheshire cat grin like, Jongdae is suffering from homesickness. Luhan is the first to notice it, certainly not the last. Shopping with Luhan, dancing with Yixing, singing with Xiumin, playing with Tao, joking with Kris, they all try their best to cheer him up and share their own way of dealing with it. He is thankful but still struggles and one night, after a particularly rough day, he snaps to Kris (them being roomates) blaming SM for sending him in a foreign country where he can't communicate properly with his fans the way he wishes to, no wonder they're so little in numbers and kris' are exponentialy more. He tells him that his talent are wasted, he can do so much better, and it's not fair because Kris' only talent is his communication skill, yet he gets more. Kris doesn't fight back and Chen wishes that he did. Instead Kris walks out the room. When he comes back it's 11pm and he has their dorms' door key in his hand, their manager knocked out with sleeping pills, and his 4 other accomplices trailing behind him. They sneak out.

I guess my prompt is Exo m night out? There shall be obligatory stops at street food stalls, and I don't know, they could get drunk on bubble tea while watching the sun rises.

I really like the way you write. I hope you will write this one! Thank you very much for reading my request.

(Anonymous) 2012-12-07 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello! Is it possible to write exo (minus 3) as girls generation and Xiumin, Chen and Tao as their fans? They are pretty much dedicated and to compensate the loss of money, they work part time at an amusement park as mascots (full body costume). One day, they recognize their idols and they are thrilled until they discover that the group gathering is a scapegoat and 4 out of 9 managers/coordi/etc who are there aren't the real ones. They think those men don't suit their goddesses. So they do the only mature thing and ruin all the dates. Or try really hard because their actions don't go unnoticed.

(Anonymous) 2012-12-07 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
scapegoat i meant decoy

(Anonymous) 2012-12-07 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
boyfriend? ♥
five times Donghyun's dongsaengs were naive + one time they graced him with their infinite wisdom