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 @josuyasuweek2023 day 2: stolen kiss / confession / stands

each idiot is more clueless than the next

I drew this BingQiu and MoShang bookmark for the SVSSS volume 4 special edition merch— Thank you Seven Seas for the opportunity! 🥹🔥🥒❄️✈️ (and thank you Xiao for the beautiful design!!)

There is a scene in Cherry Magic that exemplifies what I love about stories with magic realism.

During a drunken game at a work dinner, Adachi and Kurosawa are asked to kiss.

Adachi braces himself. He’s uncomfortable with the whole thing and it shows clearly on his face. Kurosawa, who’s leaning over to plant the kiss and get it over with, notices his distress. So, instead of kissing him on the lips, he drops a quick peck on his forehead. 

Adachi - who can hear thoughts through touch - is startled at Kurosawa’s thoughts. He’s sorry. He didn’t want to force a kiss on Adachi like this.  Since Adachi already knows Kurosawa’s feelings for him, he follows the man out to check on him. This time when Adachi’s fingers accidentally touch Kurosawa, Adachi is the one to notice the other man’s internal distress.

Kurosawa is wrestling with himself. He had already told himself that Adachi would never reciprocate his feelings. So even though a small part of him was happy to get close to Adachi, most of him was crushed at the thought that Adachi must have hated the kiss.

The reason this scene is so great is because of what happens next. Kurosawa is the confident, outgoing colleague Adachi has always been in awe of. Adachi is introverted and doesn’t express himself too well. But because Adachi has heard Kurosawa’s most intimate feelings, he feels the unfairness of knowing too much. He understands that there’s an imbalance and feels compelled to correct it.

You can almost feel the crushing pressure on his narrow shoulders as he pushes himself to explain to Kurosawa why he looked distressed. It wasn’t because of Kurosawa, it was because he was inexperienced and afraid. He didn’t hate the kiss.

It wasn’t a confession, just a deep desire not to hurt the man who’s been exceptionally kind to him and somehow also seems to really like and respect him. But saying just that much would have been beyond Adachi, if he didn’t suddenly develop mind reading powers which made it impossible for him to ignore Kurosawa’s feelings.

The guy who would usually keep to himself, second guess anything he did notice about others, and live by a motto of inaction was pushed to speak out because he couldn’t pretend he didn’t know Kurosawa was hurting.

Of course a scene like this could be written without magic realism, but for a character as insular and hesitant as Adachi, you’d need magic to make this happen.

Chu Fei

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[TRANS] ElyXiOn Chanyeol Solo Performance

The lyrics were compiled from the lyrics shown on screen during the concert.

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The hands that steadied me when I was struggling. The eyes that comforted me when I was crying. The dream we dreamed together when we closed our eyes. If I had held on to that hand just a bit tighter, if I hadn’t let go, would I be different from what I am now? If I’d met those eyes just a bit longer, if I hadn’t avoided them, would I still be flying now?*

My dreams came true earlier than I expected and the despair found me earlier, too. The happy moments might have stopped somewhere between the two. I pray every night, and even if I yell out, asking for an answer, in the end every day is the same as yesterday. The people who comfort me, and the ones behind them who mock me, nothing has changed at all.

I looked to the ground more than the sky, and at the footsteps I worked so hard to make being erased one by one. There I fill with loneliness, collapsed, and eight hands reach out to me.

When I’m worn out, I hold tightly on to eight hands. There’s nothing else to do, we just have to overcome it all. I go over the dreams we had together from the very beginning, and I raise my head. The hate and betrayal filled my body, and when I was worried whether I could overcome the anxiety they held me tighter, I can feel the warmth of the hands patting my head. There’s still so many hands here to hold on to me.

When I’m worn out, I hold tightly on to eight hands.  Having forgotten how to fly, I lean on those beside me, because even with broken wings, together we can fly higher. We have to know to forgive and love. With my eyes closed, I heard that person’s unfamiliar voice, and I pray to that voice once again.

When I want to give up on everything and let it all go, and when I’m tired, I hold tightly on to eight hands. When I’m worn out, I hold tightly on to eight hands.

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