WinWin Fic Fest
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“Dong Sicheng, you don’t have to be lonely.”
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Winwin and Yukhei are rival street racers. It's Winwin's last chance to win the summer tournament, and he's not going to let anything get in the way of that. Least of all some tall idiot with slicked-back hair and fake chains and an irritatingly attractive leather jacket.
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In which Sicheng is stuck in a time loop on the process of saving Yuta from death
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Songs were written in verses, poems were read in stanzas, books were written in chapters—Sicheng knew that their story would be written in the sounds of the rainy days and the tunes that came with them.
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or, Winwin & Taeil meeting each other while searching for a way out of past relationships
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Sicheng reads for so long his eyes start to hurt from staring at tiny words on a vibrant computer screen. He notices the librarians eyeing him curiously as they wander by. He’s sure it isn’t often that someone wanders in with obvious panic in the set of their shoulders, vigorously typing away on a public computer for information that only sours their expression as time goes on. Surrounded by walls of books and a few curious glances, Sicheng’s anxiety begins to creep back up his throat.
He feels a need to look over his shoulder, and he feels this fear of what may be behind him.
Into the search bar, he types, Can spirits follow you wherever you go?
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PROMPT: 20th century. They stole moments with each other when they thought no-one was watching and penned illicit letters. If they got caught, they could die.
To: Sicheng
Details of our conversation earlier: Taining, central market, walk towards the city square until you reach the post office. Follow the side street that goes along the back of it. Go alone, any time after nightfall and don’t be seen.Sicheng knows he shouldn't be here. And, yet, here he is. Ready to tread the line between what's legal and what's not, but maybe not quite so prepared for the man he meets there.