17hols 2025

[hyojungss]

originally posted for 17hols 2025

prompts left for others to fill:

1. so when i listen to jun [1 fill]
2. don’t you wonder about me? [1 fill]
3. and for anyone who thought i left... [2 fills, 1 remix]
4. the things i want
5. but i remember sentimental sleepless nights
6. the front seat of the car

prompts filled:

1. this is not a love song - jeonghan/nayoung - canon - 721w
   
2. wanting was enough - wonwoo/seungcheol - au - 529w

1. this is not a love song . jeonghan/nayoung . canon . 721w

Prompt:

This is not a love song
I'm just checking that your light's still on

– Snow Patrol, "All"

"I thought I'd finally got rid of you."
"I don't think you can."

– One Day by David Nicholls

Additional Tags: canon compliant

***


“Well, I want advice,” Mingyu whined. It was two hours to soundcheck sometime in the middle of a tour, which was usually around when Soonyoung started forgetting which city they were in. Better him than the rest of them, really. “Isn’t that what members are for? Listening to me in my time of need?” He collapsed into the waiting room couch.

“They’re for telling you to work harder instead of lying around,” Seungcheol shot back lightly, but he was getting pulled away to have the medical team check on him anyway. Mingyu scowled, before he felt kinda bad about it.

“Anyone else want to tell me what to do about Chaeyeon?”

“It’s pointless to love someone who loves their career more than you,” Jeonghan said, not looking up from his phone. “If you ask me.”

Seungkwan gave Jeonghan a long, knowing look. “I already told you this, Mingyu, but you’re too susceptible to other people’s suggestions. Shouldn’t you do what you want? Do you even like her?”

“It’s complicated,” Mingyu complained. “I’m going to go make ramyun.”




Unlike Mingyu Jeonghan would never solicit public opinion on his relationship issues. In fact Seungkwan was quite literally told “It’s none of your business, but thank you,” in such a faux customer service voice that Jeonghan had to know it would infuriate him.

“Hyung, you don’t want to talk about it at all?” he pressed on the walk to the venue backstage.

“What a ridiculous question,” Jeonghan said.

Seungkwan huffed beside him, ignoring the confused look Chan was giving them. He wouldn’t ask about it later anyway. “I know you aren’t gonna bring it up first.”

“That’s because I don’t think you can help me,” Jeonghan returned.

“You look sad,” Seungkwan said.

Jeonghan stopped in his tracks then, letting the group go ahead as they fell to the back, arms crossed. “Is now really a good time to talk about this?”

“You can’t keep making excuses forever,” Seungkwan said, deliberately walking past him and leaving him alone in the dark.





There was no need to intentionally forget about Nayoung. Jeonghan blinked and five years had passed since the last time he saw her.

She looked up from the pajamas she’d been holding and they fell back into their place on the rack. “It’s you,” she said. Jeonghan had a hat and mask on — so did she — it would be pointless to pretend they didn’t recognize each other anyway.

Something tightened in his chest and he pretended it hadn’t. “What are you doing here?” he asked, quietly. It wasn’t a big shop.

“My friend is having a baby,” Nayoung responded. “I need a gift for the shower.” A moment passed as he barely acknowledged her answer on the surface. “And what about you?”

He had lost as soon as he asked the question. “I wanted to look at baby clothes,” he said.

She gazed at him. “Are you— do you?” She paused. “Just looking?”

“Yeah.” He was on his way to the picture books, next.

“We’re getting quite old,” she murmured. “Hey, since you seem to have a taste for this stuff, do you want to help me pick something out?”

“I wouldn’t give myself that much credit,” Jeonghan said. What he really wanted to say was—

Nayoung adjusted her shoulder bag. “I hate shopping, you know that. So it would help.”

“A diaper bag would be practical,” Jeonghan said. “If you’re putting yourself in your friend’s shoes.”





Nayoung walked out with 80,000 won in merchandise. Jeonghan was empty-handed.

“This is for you actually,” she said after they’d exited onto the street through the front door. She handed him the wooden dinosaur figure he’d been eyeing from the start. “You were always so obvious,” she added, despite herself.

He looked down at it. “Now I owe you,” he said.

Nayoung turned towards him. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I hadn’t thought about you in a while,” Jeonghan said. It was so outwardly cruel that Nayoung would have known it was only intended to look callous, because Jeonghan couldn’t strip his feelings out of his voice no matter how hard he tried.

A black car pulled up to the curb and Nayoung opened the passenger door for herself, as he stood there watching. “I wish I could say the same,” Nayoung said. “I hope you’re well.”




A/N: omg I started listening to all because of the prompt and it's such a nice song T_T♥



2. wanting was enough . seungcheol/wonwoo . au . 529w

Prompt:

This feels good, I thought. I’m just happy he’s here. I don’t need him to be mine. I wanted to appreciate him the way I did giant trees in the park, which gave people shelter and relief but didn’t belong to anybody.

– from “Dead-End Memories” by Banana Yoshimoto, translated by Asa Yoneda

Additional Tags: ttt-esque setting, but AU. because CARS. and other rzns.


***

“I can help,” Wonwoo volunteered. A few of the others turned to him, and Junhui wouldn’t say anything but Wonwoo made sure not to look his way regardless.

Seungcheol grinned, slamming down the trunk lid of his car. He’d just taken out a few lawn chairs, the feet of which were caked with dried mud. “At least someone wants to,” he said. “We’ll have to play Tetris a bit to make sure we can fit enough food for everyone in here, so one person for the passenger seat is about all I’d want anyway. I hope you’re ready for a workout.”

“So generous of you to offer your car, by the way,” Joshua said with gleeful malice. He knelt down to pick up the chairs and bring them over to the cabin.

“My Lexus is brand new,” Jeonghan reminded him from where he was lying in the hammock he’d set up as soon as they arrived, eyes closed. “Be grateful I drove it here at all.”

They stood looking at Seungcheol’s 2002 Corolla with the sad little dent on the rear bumper as everyone else went into the house. “I don’t mind,” Wonwoo said.





“Hey,” Seungcheol called, hours later. “What are you still doing out here? Didn’t get enough to eat?”

Wonwoo was scraping the burnt bits of food off the grill under the dim yellow light. No one else was outside. “I didn’t want to leave it like this.”

“Let me help you,” Seungcheol said. Wonwoo stood back and watched Seungcheol really put muscle into it, rolling up his sleeves and pushing the blade against the surface with much more aggression than Wonwoo had even attempted. “I can’t believe we let someone as scrawny as you be on duty for this.”

“Hey, I’m not that skinny anymore,” Wonwoo protested.

Seungcheol stopped and wiped the sweat off his forehead, considering. Putting a hand on Wonwoo’s arm and feeling the shape of it. “Yeah, I guess not. Time flies when you’ve known someone this long.”

Of course it was easy for someone like Seungcheol to let the years go by without his impressions of those around him changing, not consciously, at least. He wasn’t really one to dwell on that unless you were someone he personally depended on to stay the same - and then it meant the world to him.

It was really telling, that. Sometimes for all that Seungcheol was a natural leader, and considerate of others, and kindhearted, and self-sacrificing, and a myriad of other descriptors that Soonyoung could only force out of him with a case of soju at hand, it felt like he was never really looking at you in the crowd. And still, that made him who he was.

Wonwoo went to collect the rest of the garbage and brought it over to the grill. “You should really go to sleep, you look tired,” he said. “You’ve worked hard today. We ate well.”

“I can’t leave you doing this on your own,” Seungcheol said, wiping the tools off and tossing the remaining paper towels in the open bag. “There’s no honor in being selfless alone.”

Wonwoo laughed. “I wonder who I learned that behavior from?”