*squees, drums feet on floor, major throbbing sounds ensue*
You have such a simple, elegant, touching way of writing. The dialogue is just so nice to read. You seem to have a real knack for tapping into the way these boys would talk, without making it seem contrived, or arranged. I can just picture them talking this way. Or maybe your Yonghwa is just so, so amusing to read <3 And all four of them, ah -- makes me wish I gave you a prompt of just them lazing around one cold winter night, or something mundane like that, because I'm sure you would have turned it into something terrific.
“Can I break up with all of you?” Jonghyun says
The Jonghyun in my head is the sort that'll whisper threats (murderous or otherwise), because sleep and his guitar and sleep are far more important to him than those 3 boys. Sometimes.
“So you called to whine about another girl,” Shinhye says. Her voice sounds thick and hoarse, like she’s been sleeping.
lkdjais'dja;wdka;wlwke ♥.
In reality, Jonghyun is more like a dog than Jungshin. He doesn’t talk much, but he’s always around, putting pillows under your head or covering you with scratchy blankets smelling of mothballs. For all his bashful-looking smiles (but they actually weren’t; he was just smiling) Yonghwa is unable to forget that of the four of them, Jonghyun probably understands heartbreak the best, as if it were carved on the back of his hand, plain for everyday viewing. Jonghyun loves harder than Yonghwa knows how-and it isn’t easy for Yonghwa to admit this, because he thinks he knows pretty well already. Maybe not. The strangest people will surprise you-steal your glasses so that the world you thought you knew suddenly blurs like a shittily taken photo.
Love it, everything about it. I'd break it into smaller parts, but you'll only get kaldjal;ksda and ;__________;'s. Your Jonghyun is forever heartbreaking, and I don't know if you're doing it on purpose, or if that's just the way he pans out, but it's just perfect, for him.
“Yeah,” Jonghyun says. “Are you going to punch me?”
“Not yet. Why are you relieved?”
Jonghyun's droplets of snark, om nom nom. I love your Jonghyun, SO MUCH /clings ;___; AND JONGHYUN YOU WOULD TOTALLY BE HUMMING AEROSMITH AS A LULLABY; I just love that whole paragraph, the whole lot of it, let me quote it (and yes, I see I'm quoting by the bulks and, well. I hardly ever, kaldjakls;dja flattery aside):
They pass out, trading one stupid topic of conversation for another until words give way to shallow breathing, the murmur of two sort of-in-sync heartbeats. Their feet dangle off the bed. Jonghyun curls his toes and hums Aerosmith in his sleep. The sweetest dream will never do. When Yonghwa opens his eyes, it’s only 5 AM and they’re mysteriously holding hands. But the cold feet balance out the warm hands, so he doesn’t think about letting go.
Love it. The way you ended it was perfect. I tend to be kind of day-dreamy and I actually like when authors leave fics a bit open ended like this. A story doesn't have to have every detail hammered out and sucked dry.
TL;DR: I LOVE YOU FOR THIS ♥. And can never thank you enough but: thank you, thank you.
First of all, thank you again for bidding and donating ♥ and thank you for the beautiful prompt! I was super excited after getting your email because... well, excuse to write them again :D :D makes me wish I gave you a prompt of just them lazing around one cold winter night - you have just summarized everything I've ever written ;____; plot - what is that?
I sort of mentioned it to aphoriste above, but Jonghyun's really hard for me to pin down because I ... like him too much or something? It's like I can see his multiple "sides" but don't know how to arrange them into words >< but I'm glad/relieved you liked him! I know you mentioned angst and he isn't too angsty here, agh D:
But really, thank you so much, and I'm -- glad this was okay :D (Also, we ship practically all the same RM pairings!)
Not at all -- even if Jonghyun wasn't emitting angst vibes, you know they're there (or I just have him angst ridden all the time, b'aw). And lmao shush, if that's your idea of a plot, then it's friggin' amazing and all sorts of perfect /clings to this some more
(I LOVE YOUR SHIPPING WAYS IN RM :* I can't wait to read all of them.)
You have such a simple, elegant, touching way of writing. The dialogue is just so nice to read. You seem to have a real knack for tapping into the way these boys would talk, without making it seem contrived, or arranged. I can just picture them talking this way. Or maybe your Yonghwa is just so, so amusing to read <3 And all four of them, ah -- makes me wish I gave you a prompt of just them lazing around one cold winter night, or something mundane like that, because I'm sure you would have turned it into something terrific.
“Can I break up with all of you?” Jonghyun says
The Jonghyun in my head is the sort that'll whisper threats (murderous or otherwise), because sleep and his guitar and sleep are far more important to him than those 3 boys. Sometimes.
“So you called to whine about another girl,” Shinhye says. Her voice sounds thick and hoarse, like she’s been sleeping.
lkdjais'dja;wdka;wlwke ♥.
In reality, Jonghyun is more like a dog than Jungshin. He doesn’t talk much, but he’s always around, putting pillows under your head or covering you with scratchy blankets smelling of mothballs. For all his bashful-looking smiles (but they actually weren’t; he was just smiling) Yonghwa is unable to forget that of the four of them, Jonghyun probably understands heartbreak the best, as if it were carved on the back of his hand, plain for everyday viewing. Jonghyun loves harder than Yonghwa knows how-and it isn’t easy for Yonghwa to admit this, because he thinks he knows pretty well already. Maybe not. The strangest people will surprise you-steal your glasses so that the world you thought you knew suddenly blurs like a shittily taken photo.
Love it, everything about it. I'd break it into smaller parts, but you'll only get kaldjal;ksda and ;__________;'s. Your Jonghyun is forever heartbreaking, and I don't know if you're doing it on purpose, or if that's just the way he pans out, but it's just perfect, for him.
“Yeah,” Jonghyun says. “Are you going to punch me?”
“Not yet. Why are you relieved?”
Jonghyun's droplets of snark, om nom nom. I love your Jonghyun, SO MUCH /clings ;___; AND JONGHYUN YOU WOULD TOTALLY BE HUMMING AEROSMITH AS A LULLABY; I just love that whole paragraph, the whole lot of it, let me quote it (and yes, I see I'm quoting by the bulks and, well. I hardly ever, kaldjakls;dja flattery aside):
They pass out, trading one stupid topic of conversation for another until words give way to shallow breathing, the murmur of two sort of-in-sync heartbeats. Their feet dangle off the bed. Jonghyun curls his toes and hums Aerosmith in his sleep. The sweetest dream will never do. When Yonghwa opens his eyes, it’s only 5 AM and they’re mysteriously holding hands. But the cold feet balance out the warm hands, so he doesn’t think about letting go.
Love it. The way you ended it was perfect. I tend to be kind of day-dreamy and I actually like when authors leave fics a bit open ended like this. A story doesn't have to have every detail hammered out and sucked dry.
TL;DR: I LOVE YOU FOR THIS ♥. And can never thank you enough but: thank you, thank you.
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I sort of mentioned it to aphoriste above, but Jonghyun's really hard for me to pin down because I ... like him too much or something? It's like I can see his multiple "sides" but don't know how to arrange them into words >< but I'm glad/relieved you liked him! I know you mentioned angst and he isn't too angsty here, agh D:
But really, thank you so much, and I'm -- glad this was okay :D (Also, we ship practically all the same RM pairings!)
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(I LOVE YOUR SHIPPING WAYS IN RM :* I can't wait to read all of them.)
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