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Thursday: Song titles
Hello, everyone. I’m nagi_schwarz and your host for the week. Today's theme is song titles. Prompts can be the titles of songs, nursery rhymes, and any other pieces of music.
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and the fandom's full name
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here. Unfortunately, DW doesn’t have a cut tag, so use your best judgment when it comes to spoilers.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above-mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Any, any, Stalker (10cm)
+ Any, any, You’re the Best (Cha Eunwoo)
+ Any, any, Fly (Jinjin ft. Moonbin)
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2024 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? You can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community. Fret not, DW members; we are working on a way to search through old entries for prompts for you! As of right now, the best way to search for a lonely prompt on DW is to search the community’s archive, which can be found [[HERE]].
While the use of LJ's advanced search and DW’s archive are options, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.
As a friendly reminder about our schedule, Lonely Prompts and sharing completed fills are encouraged on Sundays, while new themes and prompts are posted on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Saturdays are a Free for All day. We'll share our posts on DW and LJ for everyone's convenience. Keep an eye out for notifications!
If you have a Dreamwidth account and would feel more comfortable participating there, please feel free to do so…and spread the word!comment_fic
tag=song titles
nagi_schwarz and your host for the week. Today's theme is song titles. Prompts can be the titles of songs, nursery rhymes, and any other pieces of music.Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and the fandom's full name
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here. Unfortunately, DW doesn’t have a cut tag, so use your best judgment when it comes to spoilers.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above-mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Any, any, Stalker (10cm)
+ Any, any, You’re the Best (Cha Eunwoo)
+ Any, any, Fly (Jinjin ft. Moonbin)
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2024 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? You can use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community. Fret not, DW members; we are working on a way to search through old entries for prompts for you! As of right now, the best way to search for a lonely prompt on DW is to search the community’s archive, which can be found [[HERE]].
While the use of LJ's advanced search and DW’s archive are options, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching in the future.
As a friendly reminder about our schedule, Lonely Prompts and sharing completed fills are encouraged on Sundays, while new themes and prompts are posted on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Saturdays are a Free for All day. We'll share our posts on DW and LJ for everyone's convenience. Keep an eye out for notifications!
If you have a Dreamwidth account and would feel more comfortable participating there, please feel free to do so…and spread the word!
comment_fictag=song titles
Fill: Billlie/Astro, Moon Sua + Park Minhyuk, gen
“I didn’t know where else to go.” Sua sniffled.
Minhyuk said, “You can’t be here. I’m an i—” He cut himself off.
He’d almost said idol. Was he not an idol anymore? He’d left the team, yes, but —
But then Sua remembered the note she’d seen pinned to the memorial tree, tucked among so many other notes, far away from the rest of her brother’s teammates’ notes.
How do I dance without you?
Maybe Minhyuk wasn’t an idol anymore.
He said, “You’re an idol.”
“No one’s watching me,” Sua said in a small voice. “Everyone — they’re all focused on Dongmin-oppa.”
Lee Dongmin. Cha Eunwoo. The most famous member of her brother’s team by miles. Sometimes Sua pitied him, for how the rest of the world was hungry for his grief. Other times she hated him, for how only his grief mattered.
Minhyuk bit his lip. Then he darted a glance down the hallway, checking that it was empty, and yanked her into his apartment. The door clicked shut behind her, and she didn’t know what to do besides take off her shoes and nudge them against the wall behind Minhyuk’s battered pair of dance sneakers.
“Do you want some, um, food?” Minhyuk asked, stepping back and letting her out of the foyer.
His apartment was a disaster. He’d always been one of the neatest ones on the team, picking up after everyone else back when they’d shared a dorm. Sua couldn’t imagine living without her own teammates, her sisters, and now —
Now there were wrinkled clothes and half-empty takeout containers scattered across every surface. A pile of balled up pieces of paper beside then low dining table. She recognized the stationery, pale green with dark green lines and cartoon trees along the borders, had seen similar paper pinned to a tree with the plaintive How do I dance without you? written on it.
“I’m not hungry.” Sua wrapped her arms around herself. Now that she was here, she wasn’t sure what she wanted.
Gone were the days when Minhyuk would palm her a flash drive full of home videos and candid photos under guise of handing her a water bottle during vocal practice, or passing her in the hallway at school. He’d missed their graduation ceremony, appearing to walk with Sanha the next year, and Sua had been swallowed up in full-time training, and —
“You used to always say Bin-hyung says hi when we saw each other in the cafeteria,” she said.
Minhyuk’s brow furrowed.
He didn’t even remember.
“I saw that interview he did, while he and Sanha were doing promotions for madness. He — he didn’t even know we went to the same high school.” Her voice caught in her throat, but she swallowed past it. “You — you lied to me.”
But it had been a kind lie, and she’d treasured those casual, almost careless words every time they spilled from Minhyuk’s lips.
His expression crumpled for a moment, but then he said, “Yeah, well, he’d have killed me if he knew I’d been talking to his little sister. He was scary. But in a good way, you know?”
Only Sua didn’t know, and now she would never get to know, and —
She crumpled to the carpet. Minhyuk was beside her in an instant, arms tight around her, holding her while she cried. Eventually, Minhyuk helped her to her feet, and he guided her past the piles of a life shattered and into the dark, cool, cave of his bedroom. He helped her onto the bed, and then he went to leave, but she didn’t want to be alone.
“Don’t go.”
“Sua —”
“It’s not like he can kill you now.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Minhyuk’s face went totally blank, and then he spun away from her. She realized, from the hitching of his shoulders, that he was crying now.
She heaved herself to her feet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t —”
Minhyuk spun back around and yanked her to him, clinging tight and sobbing silently, tears dampening her shoulder. She knew he hated crying where anyone could see. She’d broken him.
“I’m sorry,” she said, over and over again, while he trembled and cried.
She managed to drag him over to the bed and sit him down on it. He buried his face in his hands and wouldn’t look at her.
“You…want some water?”
“You don’t know where the cups are.” His voice was muffled and wet.
Sua sat down beside him. “Do you want to…?” Talk about it? That seemed inadequate.
Finally, Minhyuk reached into his pocket for his phone. He unlocked it with shaking hands, still not looking at her. He ducked his head and wiped his face on his own shoulder, sniffled. “I have some home videos. You want to see?”
Sua nodded, holding out her hands.
Minhyuk handed her the phone, and she turned it, scanning the seemingly endless video files.
The folder they were in was labeled For Sister.
The earliest videos were from — the year they’d graduated from high school, her and Minhyuk. It had been a bad year for him and the rest of the team. They’d almost been forced to disband due to their company’s internal legal and financial struggles.
She flopped down on the bed, phone in her hands, and curled up. Then she pressed play.
The bed dipped briefly as Minhyuk lay down as well, kneels curled up to his chest, eyes closed, just listening to Bin’s voice. In the video, Bin was sleep-rumpled, standing at the stove, staring at an empty skillet and small pot for rice, trying to orient himself enough to cook.
Sua watched as the person behind the camera — Minhyuk, no surprise — gently nudged him into finding some marinated pork and the bag of rice.
Sua watched, and she watched, and she watched.
When she glanced up from a video taken during her brother’s birthday the year Sanha had graduated, Minhyuk was asleep, brow furrowed, hand twitching toward her every time Bin spoke.
She set the phone down, still playing, and closed her eyes as well.
She was safe here, with Minhyuk, sleeping with the ghosts between them.
When she opened her eyes, she’d been covered with a blanket, and Minhyuk was gone, but her brother’s ghost remained.
Re: Fill: Billlie/Astro, Moon Sua + Park Minhyuk, gen
You sure brought the feels on this one, friend. Good job there.
Re: Fill: Billlie/Astro, Moon Sua + Park Minhyuk, gen
Re: Fill: Billlie/Astro, Moon Sua + Park Minhyuk, gen
Knowing nothing about this drama or these idol groups, I wasn't prepared for this at all, lol. I thought it was gonna be some form of estrangement, not... yeah. So much mourning. So many feelings. And I especially appreciate how you kept this gen! Thanks for that. You handled it well, it's just... so sad.
Re: Fill: Billlie/Astro, Moon Sua + Park Minhyuk, gen
Yeah, this story pretty much had to be gen, and I think I will always keep these two that way...
Thanks for an awesome prompt!