13 Works by volta (sunwalker)
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what comes around goes around (love) by volta (sunwalker) for deadwine
Fandoms: SEVENTEEN (Band)
02 Mar 2025
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For the past half year, Seokmin has been waking up — or rather, been rudely woken up — by a pair of slippers.
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save the last dance for me by volta (sunwalker) for roadmaps_paperbacks
Fandoms: SEVENTEEN (Band)
29 Dec 2023
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“I can take the floor,” Seungcheol declares, ever the gentleman.
A bony hand shoots out to grab the scruff of Seungcheol's collar, nearly choking him.
“No, you’re not,” Jeonghan mutters obstinately. He closes his eyes and furrows his brows, as if to weather the incoming headache.
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The sign definitely screams student fundraiser. First of all, there’s haphazard streaks of paint all over, like the person who had been making it forgot they were wielding wet paint in the middle of making it. It hangs wickedly in the wind, tacked on with exactly two pieces of duct tape and held together by sheer determination:
247 KISSING BOOTH
NEED A QUICK PICK ME UP?
PUCKER UP!Chan beams brilliantly, waving at Wonwoo from where he’s manning the station. “Wonwoo-hyung! You’re here!”
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This morning, Seokmin had bundled Minghao up and out the door of their apartment. “I promise it’ll be fun,” he’d kissed Minghao on the forehead and smoothed down the frown lines that had appeared on Minghao’s face, before buckling him into the passenger seat. Not a word about where they’d go — which Minghao has always hated, which Seokmin has always known.
Minghao let Seokmin take them anyways.
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There are worse ways to die.
Minghao thinks about it all the time. In the Barrel, life is about stitching the morsels and scraps of things together, about keeping one step ahead with eyes always watching the shadows; it’s about scavenging and holding onto bones in your mouth until the shards dig into your teeth so hard they draw blood. You’re always hungry. You build a life out of that.
It’s not ideal, but it is Minghao’s life now – there’s some sort of gritty, hard earned pride and comfort that he finds in it. That he learned to survive. That he still has kept some part of him soft, so that one day he might return to the life he led before this.
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“What do you want?” Hansol asks, leaning forward in a way that he knows shows all of the ink traveling up and down his arms. His sleeve isn’t yet finished — he’s not sure if it’ll ever be — but it’s his favorite piece to date, an amalgam of all the people he’s carved out a special place for in his heart.
Seungkwan very visibly flinches. But he doesn’t move away.
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Such is the way of the gods. Junhui is more familiar with this than most. They always take and take and take as they please, pushing and folding mortals to their whimsy, bending them this way and that. And then, right when you think they cannot possibly take anymore, the gods reach back in and do what they do best: pillage and plunder and pirate all that is offered to them.
But now Junhui has nothing else that he is willing to give up.
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- Part 1 of the gods, they're divine
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For the record, Seokmin would like to state that he never meant to start hooking up with Kim Mingyu.
But then one thing led to another – slighted pride, a fist to the mouth, faces so close to one another that Seokmin could count every single individual lash, and then, then, bruising kisses in the dark of alleyways, pushing at each other like they wanted to get away but seconds later reaching back like they couldn’t get enough, with a hatred that wobbled once, twice, before burning into something else entirely. And well, you know what they say: the rest is history.
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- Part 2 of we love and fight and forgive
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“Eat,” Seokmin says, roughly but not unkindly. He grabs the ladle as an excuse for not looking Mingyu in the eye.
Seokmin can still feel Mingyu’s gaze on him, questioning, as he helps himself to a serving.
“While it’s still hot,” Seokmin gestures to the bowl with a meaningful tilt of his head.
Mingyu, ever obedient, picks up his spoon.
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- Part 1 of we love and fight and forgive
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“15 years is a long time to be fighting,” Wonwoo says out of nowhere, gaze distant. He sounds a little sad. Seokmin doesn’t quite know what to do with that. “Don’t you think?”
Or, the one where Seokmin meets a familiar foe in a not-so-familiar setting.
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“I don’t get it,” Mingyu huffs, looking put out.
Seokmin laughs to defuse the awkwardness. “What don’t you get?”
“This,” Mingyu says, gesturing to the scene before him.
“I’m just holding a baby,” Seokmin says, matter of factly, holding the baby. But Jiyeon’s not crying or screaming or trying to wiggle out, all of the things that she usually does when Mingyu’s fussing around with her.
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Minghao opens his mouth to say something else, but then Seokmin looks at him, eyes bright and eager to lead, and well, he has no other choice but to follow.
They nod in sync. There has been no need for words between them for years now. Familiarity is a weighty thing, and the both of them have always carried it well. Minghao and Seokmin. Seokmin and Minghao.
And now, Minghao thinks mournfully, Mingyu too.
“Yes, sir. We’ll try our best.”
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Seungcheol skates up slowly to the boards. There’s this humming in his gut. I’d know you anywhere. The whole thing unravels like a dream, one that Seungcheol is faintly aware he’s had before, only because he knows how it ends. Every single time.
Joshua Hong comes into focus, a beanie drawn low over his forehead, hands stuffed haphazardly his pockets. He’s grinning, lopsided. It does funny things to Seungcheol’s stomach.
Maybe this one is different.