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hyojungssoriginally posted for dream girls fest (intro post)
prompts left for others to fill:
(no fills unless stated otherwise)
round 1:
round 2:
round 3:
prompts filled:
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Prompt:
Additional Tags: canon compliant, compulsory heterosexuality
***
“When are you going to get married?” the interviewer asks, off the record. “I’m sure someone as beautiful as you could get any man she desired.” She’s teasing, but Joohyun’s smile never quite reaches her eyes when she reacts.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “The world is quite shallow, isn’t it?”
-
Seulgi emerges from the fitting room in a striking ruby red dress, tight to the skin. She looks embarrassed as always to show herself off, and that about her is what makes Joohyun have to deflect too lest her own face turn the same color.
“It’s too much, isn’t it?” Seulgi laments, hand on the door already. “It’s always so hard to find the right fit for the occasion. Whenever I find something I like it’s in the wrong color for the dress code, and whenever I find the right color it’s out of season.”
“It’s about what makes you comfortable,” Joohyun says, taking photos for her at a respectful angle. Take pictures even if I don’t like it, Seulgi had said once, because if you don’t, by the time I get to the next store I’ll gaslight myself into thinking that one was better and regretting forever that we didn’t go back. This was effective enough that Seulgi didn’t even have to have the photos on her own phone. They could just live on Joohyun’s forever, or at least until Sooyoung would get her hands on it and make a snide comment about how many pictures of Seulgi she had.
Nevertheless.
“Sorry I always make you deal with me when we go shopping,” Seulgi says, apologetic. “I can get this one if you’re tired.”
Joohyun thinks it looks beautiful on her, but it really doesn’t matter. “Please,” she says, handing her another dress. “I don’t mind.”
-
“Joohyun-ssi, I know this one guy...”
“I know what you’re going to say,” she interrupts. “I’m not really interested.”
-
“If you went solo,” Seulgi asked her, a long time ago, “what would you want it to be like?” This was long before either of them had re-negotiated, before possibilities turned into eventualities. Joohyun was on the other side of the couch, Seulgi’s comfortable fuzzy socks touching her silk ones.
She looked up from her book and thought about it. “I know more what I wouldn’t want than what I’d want,” Joohyun said, laughing. She had seen enough gaudy stagewear to last a lifetime.
“But,” Seulgi pressed, “it’s for you, you know? It’s yours. You should get what you want. You should think about it.”
“You’re always looking out for me,” Joohyun said with a fond smile. She slipped the bookmark into place and set her novel on the side table.
“Isn’t that my job?” Seulgi said. “You’re my leader.”
“Shouldn’t I be looking out for you?”
Seulgi laughed. “A good relationship is reciprocal, isn’t it?”
-
“Are you with someone else?” he offers, to let her soften the blow.
“Yes,” she says, without apologizing. “My heart is elsewhere right now.”
-
Seulgi does her a favor and drags her out of the apartment to the cafe in the neighborhood over that she’d always been hoping to try. Come out, she’d said - I want a tomato galette, homebody Joohyun said - say no more, Seulgi said.
“I just don’t want you to be lonely, unnie.”
“I said that for broadcast,” Joohyun complains, although she isn’t really telling the whole truth.
Seulgi pauses from where she’d been cutting into the pastry. “Hanging out with me is fun though, right? It makes you happy?”
“Of course it does,” Joohyun says, her voice quiet and yet warm with feeling.
“Okay, good,” Seulgi says, triumphant. Joohyun just laughs. “I knew you just didn’t want to ask first.”
“You know me too well.”
“You can visit me whenever you want,” Seulgi says, not for the first time, always reaffirming her. Joohyun looks down at her coffee, and says thanks.
***
prompts left for others to fill:
(no fills unless stated otherwise)
round 1:
- some may say I need to be afraid
- skater boy rockin' up MTV
- all the boys and I [1 fill, 1 remix]
- we're friends!
- see how you're being calculative?
- just weren't compatible [1 fill]
- you only come out at night
- does she love me not [1 fill]
round 2:
- what we want and cannot have
- you whom I unexpectedly met by chance
- WAGs...
- being within meters of a respected senior
round 3:
prompts filled:
- til kingdom come - red velvet irene/seulgi - canon - 646w (✦)
- your love your love your love - pristin eunwoo/jieqiong - canon - 526w (✦)
- ANYONE ELSE A LIAR? - le sserafim sakura/chaewon - canon - 735w (✦)
- all I got - exo baekhyun/red velvet seulgi - canon - 627w (✦)
- you wasted my prettiest years - miss a suzy/blackpink rosé - canon - 500w (✦)
***
#1 - til kingdom come
red velvet irene/seulgi - canon - 646wPrompt:
My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you.
Wendy Cope, Valentine
Additional Tags: canon compliant, compulsory heterosexuality
***
“When are you going to get married?” the interviewer asks, off the record. “I’m sure someone as beautiful as you could get any man she desired.” She’s teasing, but Joohyun’s smile never quite reaches her eyes when she reacts.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “The world is quite shallow, isn’t it?”
-
Seulgi emerges from the fitting room in a striking ruby red dress, tight to the skin. She looks embarrassed as always to show herself off, and that about her is what makes Joohyun have to deflect too lest her own face turn the same color.
“It’s too much, isn’t it?” Seulgi laments, hand on the door already. “It’s always so hard to find the right fit for the occasion. Whenever I find something I like it’s in the wrong color for the dress code, and whenever I find the right color it’s out of season.”
“It’s about what makes you comfortable,” Joohyun says, taking photos for her at a respectful angle. Take pictures even if I don’t like it, Seulgi had said once, because if you don’t, by the time I get to the next store I’ll gaslight myself into thinking that one was better and regretting forever that we didn’t go back. This was effective enough that Seulgi didn’t even have to have the photos on her own phone. They could just live on Joohyun’s forever, or at least until Sooyoung would get her hands on it and make a snide comment about how many pictures of Seulgi she had.
Nevertheless.
“Sorry I always make you deal with me when we go shopping,” Seulgi says, apologetic. “I can get this one if you’re tired.”
Joohyun thinks it looks beautiful on her, but it really doesn’t matter. “Please,” she says, handing her another dress. “I don’t mind.”
-
“Joohyun-ssi, I know this one guy...”
“I know what you’re going to say,” she interrupts. “I’m not really interested.”
-
“If you went solo,” Seulgi asked her, a long time ago, “what would you want it to be like?” This was long before either of them had re-negotiated, before possibilities turned into eventualities. Joohyun was on the other side of the couch, Seulgi’s comfortable fuzzy socks touching her silk ones.
She looked up from her book and thought about it. “I know more what I wouldn’t want than what I’d want,” Joohyun said, laughing. She had seen enough gaudy stagewear to last a lifetime.
“But,” Seulgi pressed, “it’s for you, you know? It’s yours. You should get what you want. You should think about it.”
“You’re always looking out for me,” Joohyun said with a fond smile. She slipped the bookmark into place and set her novel on the side table.
“Isn’t that my job?” Seulgi said. “You’re my leader.”
“Shouldn’t I be looking out for you?”
Seulgi laughed. “A good relationship is reciprocal, isn’t it?”
-
“Are you with someone else?” he offers, to let her soften the blow.
“Yes,” she says, without apologizing. “My heart is elsewhere right now.”
-
Seulgi does her a favor and drags her out of the apartment to the cafe in the neighborhood over that she’d always been hoping to try. Come out, she’d said - I want a tomato galette, homebody Joohyun said - say no more, Seulgi said.
“I just don’t want you to be lonely, unnie.”
“I said that for broadcast,” Joohyun complains, although she isn’t really telling the whole truth.
Seulgi pauses from where she’d been cutting into the pastry. “Hanging out with me is fun though, right? It makes you happy?”
“Of course it does,” Joohyun says, her voice quiet and yet warm with feeling.
“Okay, good,” Seulgi says, triumphant. Joohyun just laughs. “I knew you just didn’t want to ask first.”
“You know me too well.”
“You can visit me whenever you want,” Seulgi says, not for the first time, always reaffirming her. Joohyun looks down at her coffee, and says thanks.
***
#2 - your love your love your love
pristin eunwoo/jieqiong - canon - 526wPrompt:
Additional Tags: canon compliant (i think)
***
“Is it not the least bit pathetic to have liked all her Instagram posts for all these years,” Siyeon postulated openly. Eunwoo wasn’t the least bit concerned about it, touching up her lip gloss with a compact mirror in her other hand, and admiring her mascara while she was at it.
“I’m not offended she didn’t like mine back, if that’s what you’re saying.” She closed the mirror with a satisfying click.
Siyeon sighed. “If that’s what you want.”
There was kind of an unwritten rule between the seven of them that met up the most often that they’d avoid mentioning the group for as long as possible out of the desire to move on, and talk about bigger and better things. The problem was that there weren’t really too many topics of that kind. And some of them had what felt like an inherent, subconscious want to bring up girls who weren’t even there, to pretend they were still a unit, still active, still alive, to their own detriment.
The waitress brought Eunwoo the limoncello spritz she’d ordered and she didn’t hesitate before taking a sip. “I hate this,” she said, making a face. Siyeon took it out of her hands.
“I’m just worried about you,” Siyeon said. The sunlight, angled at that time of day, burned a triangle of skin on her ankle.
Eunwoo groaned. “Please don’t make me feel pathetic, Siyeon-ah.”
“It’s been an adjustment for all of us,” Siyeon said. All of them were programmed to grind the only way they knew how, and the reality of how much harder it was to print money as an individual was so tough to swallow. Siyeon mostly oscillated between pretending she just wanted to spend time with her family and accepting whatever two-day job her agency offered out of false hopes that it would deliver some cash.
Objectively, Jieqiong was the only one who made it on her own. Siyeon remembered seeing her for the first time in years and thinking about how much she hadn’t changed - it was everything else around her that had. Eunwoo couldn’t make it that night, a prior committment holding her back. (“I want to be there,” she’d whined over the phone to Gyeongwon, a conversation she relayed to the rest of them at dinner. “But I have to be at this influencer event.”)
The last time Eunwoo had seen Jieqiong she’d invited her over to her Seoul apartment, just to show her what it was like. Jieqiong had marveled at the modern decor and counters covered with sponsorship make-up samples before they watched the last half of a TV drama episode on air from Eunwoo’s bed. “Just like old times,” Jieqiong said, her head resting on Eunwoo’s collarbone. “Except your new mattress is king sized.” She laughed. Eunwoo resisted the urge to kiss her. Then four hours later she was at the Incheon airport, ready to go back to Shanghai.
“It will never be like old times again,” Siyeon cautioned. “Do you realize that?”
Eunwoo let the facade down for a second, her face dropping from its careless smile. “And what am I supposed to do about it?”
***
Prompt:
Additional Tags: pre-LE SSERAFIM debut to now, ambiguous relationships
***
“Tell me,” Sakura asked, after hours of dance practice. Chaewon ran a towel over her neck and tossed it on the floor. “Are you helping me because it benefits you?”
“Hm?” Chaewon turned around sharply to look at her. Sakura wasn’t a timid girl, nor was she naive enough to need placating.
“Sure, you can put in extra dance hours to make improvements to your own details. But you don’t need to do this much with me,” Sakura continued. Her eye contact seemed to be more curious than doubtful.
Chaewon considered how to respond. “It’s not because I have a crush on you,” she said in an attempt at a joke. Sakura didn’t really laugh.
“That’s okay,” Sakura said, like she was taking it at face value. “It would be troublesome for both of us if you did.”
“No... I like you. I always did,” Chaewon said, even though Sakura probably wasn’t going to believe her when she said it. Chaewon was selective enough about who she made friends with that it was just as easy to sit in the neutral category as it was to be liked, or even hated. “It would be good for us to get closer before the debut.”
“Ah, I see,” Sakura responded. Chaewon waited for her to say anything more, but Sakura picked up her mini duffel off the floor. “I’m stopping by the gym. I’ll see you back at the dorm.”
What three words would you use to describe SAKURA?
KIM CHAEWON: Calculative, surgical, loveable.
“You can’t fucking write that, Chaewon,” Yunjin said, looking at her like she was crazy. “Even as a joke. Shred it.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Chaewon retorted even though she already had, exasperated. She threw the paper she’d just crumpled up at Yunjin and it hit her in the chest.
“Girl, please!” Yunjin said in her ridiculous American accent. In the neighboring waiting room Sakura had probably scanned her mental thesaurus for the holy trinity of group leader-praise-adjectives. Chaewon understood quickly why she had picked up so quickly on the Korean language - it wasn’t just a studious, diligent nature that was conducive to learning. It also served as a tool for her to navigate and manipulate her world.
She was the perfect idol in that sense; she knew exactly what to say to get what she wanted from you, and knew exactly what shallow vulnerabilities of her own to expose in order to mask her true weaknesses. Chaewon ripped up the paper into tiny little pieces and asked her manager to print off another questionnaire.
The other problem with Sakura was that you couldn’t say a thing about her without it somehow coming back around to her anyway. And infuriatingly, you knew she wasn’t afraid of confrontation, and yet wouldn’t just say what she meant.
“I think it is leaking out,” Sakura said in a pitying voice. She was knitting on the couch with a floor lamp angled towards her hands. Chaewon had just stepped out of her room in track shorts and a tee to get a snack from the kitchen.
“What is?” She opened the fridge door, looking for spilled orange juice or kimchi.
“Sometimes you look at me without any emotion on your face,” Sakura said. Chaewon froze. It was so different to how she usually talked in front of others that it sounded almost like she was Chaewon, acting the leader, exerting her own authority and control in a teaching moment. Scary to feel it aimed back at you. Again Sakura had made an incision while her guard was down.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Yeah?” Sakura wasn’t angry.
“How could I, even if I wanted to. I need you,” she said, for her career. “Actually, I admire you a lot.”
Sakura did laugh this time. “You’re really funny.”
“Yeah, well.” Chaewon peeled a tangerine with her fingers, her nails staining with citric acid and coloring. “Maybe I should try harder to act as well as you do. For both of our sakes.”
Sakura sighed, and it sounded patient, all-knowing. “I care about you,” she said, “even if I don’t say it out loud often.”
“I just think it’s easier not to believe you when you say certain things, that’s all.”
Sakura looked up from her knitting. The hat she was working on would show up on Chaewon’s nightstand the following morning. “It’s healthy to have some skepticism,” she prescribed.
A/N:
youtube editor: here are all the reasons why ssamkkura actually love each other despite what the haters are saying
me: actually this is convincing me that i like the hater interpretation better...
***
Prompt:
Additional Tags: idolverse
***
A/N: i’m doing it for the seulgicycle
-
“I think you’re a good person,” Seulgi says in the concrete stairwell. Where she’s leaning against the fifteenth floor door the push bar springs in, and out again as she shys away from it.
Baekhyun looks at her sharply. “Careful, you’ll fall.”
“I won’t.”
“Then what are you even doing there?”
What is she doing here? Seulgi should have asked herself that question hours ago. Weeks ago, in fact. When did her self-control give in so completely? Baekhyun adjusts his black baseball cap and the mask on his face, and sighs.
“Don’t tell me this is a bad idea, Kang Seulgi.”
“It is,” she insists.
“I’d believe you if you weren’t in my apartment building right now,” he says.
Seulgi found out about the contract dispute a few days before it leaked. don’t freak out, he texted with no context. She was on the way to a schedule and put her phone down on her lap, not daring to look at it again until the van had unloaded at the back door and she knew she was all alone.
He laughed when he picked up her call, ever the hypocrite. “Brave to do this in broad daylight.” He knew where she was, it was a public event.
“Am I supposed to think about what you meant for the rest of the day?” Seulgi snapped.
“No, you’re supposed to be a professional and focus on your fans.”
“You’re the worst,” she said.
“I meant it when I said not to worry. I just wanted to warn you something was happening, that’s all. The less you know the better.” He knew also that she was in the middle of her own contract negotiations.
“You’re killing me,” Seulgi responded. He hung up on her.
It had started raining since they’d arrived at the venue. She stood underneath the overhang for a bit longer, watching the water pool in the parking lot.
“Who are you always texting these days?” Yerim had asked a few months ago, mischief on her face. Two things are true: a broken clock is always right twice a day, and Kang Seulgi is a terrible liar.
“...My brother,” Seulgi said, sheepish. She pretended to search for something in her bag so she wouldn’t have to look at Yerim. “It’s, you know. Our parents’ anniversary soon.” She pulled out a lip tint and reapplied some.
“Uh-huh. Reeks of overcompensating.”
“It’s not,” she whined, and Yerim just rolled her eyes and took another bite of her melon bread. It wasn’t worth being right about, especially in the middle of a waiting room.
“I think part of you wants to get caught,” Joohyun told her later, disapproving.
Seulgi felt she was probably right but resented that she said it out loud. “Don’t be jealous.”
Joohyun turned her head. “Think what you want,” she said. “It’s not my problem.”
Some things are binary. The night will end in one of two ways: either Seulgi will have slept with him or she won’t have. The details of either option, whether they involve making coffee in his apartment in the morning or hailing a 2:30AM cab on the ground floor in the most inconspicuous way possible, are frankly irrelevant right now.
“You’re not leaving,” Baekhyun says, in the stairwell. It’s not a command— it’s an observation.
“I don’t know how to make decisions,” Seulgi says, desperately. “I’m sorry.”
He looks up at the spiral of staircases above them, and she knows distantly he is considering the possibilities too: someone else will find out what happens tonight, or they won’t. “I wouldn’t want to regret you,” Baekhyun says, miserable. “I’m scared I will either way.”
In her heart, she knows what she’d regret more. Seulgi reaches for his hand and opens the door.
***
Prompt:
Additional Tags: idolverse
***
A/N: 500 words!
-
They say that you are the prettiest when you're in love.
-- APINK Son Naeun
There’s something about an older girl that has always been especially charming to her. Hyeri laughs when Chaeyoung admits this to her over wine. In the dim lighting of the bar, it was easy to pretend she wasn’t laying herself bare in the presence of strangers.
“You know,” Hyeri says seriously, “it’s easier for older women to manipulate you.”
“I’m not sixteen,” Chaeyoung reminds her, pinot grigio in hand. “Also, it’s kind of too late for that.”
Last week Jisoo had her over for chimaek. “I’m on a Planet Earth kick,” she explained, loading up a new documentary episode while Chaeyoung unwrapped utensils from the delivery packaging. They ate on the couch to the sounds of a lion devouring an antelope. “Fitting, isn’t it?” Jisoo grinned, while Chaeyoung watched in open-mouthed pity. That look of sorrow was somewhat like the one Hyeri is giving her now.
Hyeri shakes her head and sighs. “You poor girl.”
It’s possible to justify anything if you like the person doing it enough. When Suzy first suggests they go on a trip together it’s exciting and new and Chaeyoung doesn’t read into it because the idea of it being anything but a pretty girl making friends with a pretty girl, or influencer networking, was impossibly foreign to her, and unnecessary. Really, there was nothing wrong with that. It was after they’d jetted to three different continents and did their makeup together in a cramped hotel bathroom, before her laugh had been captured in thirty different ways over two rolls of camera film— when Chaeyoung caught feelings and held her hand for a moment too long and Suzy suddenly knew everything— that’s when things went south. It was Chaeyoung’s fault. Of course.
“I would love to date you,” Suzy says over chocolate croissants in Paris, apropos of nothing.
Her breath hitches. Chaeyoung loses the confidence she’s practiced so hard for years to project in front of men and says, “Really?”
Suzy licks melted sugar glaze off her fingers, looks into Chaeyoung’s eyes and says, her voice as sweet as syrup, “Of course. It’ll be fun.”
Even looking back on that and reliving the memory, Chaeyoung had refused to call it malicious, because in the end she didn’t want to believe Suzy didn’t like her. “Objectively,” she told Sooyoung after the shame of it all had faded away and evolved into the need to process it with everyone she knew, “she liked being with me.”
“And I won’t deny that,” Sooyoung pointed out, “but she broke up with you because?”
배수지♡
you’re a sweet girl
i hate to see you sad because of me
“She cared too much about me,” Chaeyoung said simply. “She didn’t have time for me. It was selfless, really.” Sooyoung looked at her like she couldn’t decide whether saying anything to the contrary would be beneficial at all.
“If you still talk about her like this a year after she broke your heart,” Sooyoung said, like a prophecy, “you’re never getting over her.”
***
I want your things in my room, I miss you all of the time
I stalk myself on the internet just to see what you'll find
/
I slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me
— In My Room, Julia Wolf
I stalk myself on the internet just to see what you'll find
/
I slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me
— In My Room, Julia Wolf
Additional Tags: canon compliant (i think)
***
“Is it not the least bit pathetic to have liked all her Instagram posts for all these years,” Siyeon postulated openly. Eunwoo wasn’t the least bit concerned about it, touching up her lip gloss with a compact mirror in her other hand, and admiring her mascara while she was at it.
“I’m not offended she didn’t like mine back, if that’s what you’re saying.” She closed the mirror with a satisfying click.
Siyeon sighed. “If that’s what you want.”
There was kind of an unwritten rule between the seven of them that met up the most often that they’d avoid mentioning the group for as long as possible out of the desire to move on, and talk about bigger and better things. The problem was that there weren’t really too many topics of that kind. And some of them had what felt like an inherent, subconscious want to bring up girls who weren’t even there, to pretend they were still a unit, still active, still alive, to their own detriment.
The waitress brought Eunwoo the limoncello spritz she’d ordered and she didn’t hesitate before taking a sip. “I hate this,” she said, making a face. Siyeon took it out of her hands.
“I’m just worried about you,” Siyeon said. The sunlight, angled at that time of day, burned a triangle of skin on her ankle.
Eunwoo groaned. “Please don’t make me feel pathetic, Siyeon-ah.”
“It’s been an adjustment for all of us,” Siyeon said. All of them were programmed to grind the only way they knew how, and the reality of how much harder it was to print money as an individual was so tough to swallow. Siyeon mostly oscillated between pretending she just wanted to spend time with her family and accepting whatever two-day job her agency offered out of false hopes that it would deliver some cash.
Objectively, Jieqiong was the only one who made it on her own. Siyeon remembered seeing her for the first time in years and thinking about how much she hadn’t changed - it was everything else around her that had. Eunwoo couldn’t make it that night, a prior committment holding her back. (“I want to be there,” she’d whined over the phone to Gyeongwon, a conversation she relayed to the rest of them at dinner. “But I have to be at this influencer event.”)
The last time Eunwoo had seen Jieqiong she’d invited her over to her Seoul apartment, just to show her what it was like. Jieqiong had marveled at the modern decor and counters covered with sponsorship make-up samples before they watched the last half of a TV drama episode on air from Eunwoo’s bed. “Just like old times,” Jieqiong said, her head resting on Eunwoo’s collarbone. “Except your new mattress is king sized.” She laughed. Eunwoo resisted the urge to kiss her. Then four hours later she was at the Incheon airport, ready to go back to Shanghai.
“It will never be like old times again,” Siyeon cautioned. “Do you realize that?”
Eunwoo let the facade down for a second, her face dropping from its careless smile. “And what am I supposed to do about it?”
***
#3 - ANYONE ELSE A LIAR?
le sserafim sakura/chaewon - canon - 735wPrompt:
[Because I think your acting skills are impressive. Today, when you said that you loved me... I wholeheartedly believed you.]
Additional Tags: pre-LE SSERAFIM debut to now, ambiguous relationships
***
“Tell me,” Sakura asked, after hours of dance practice. Chaewon ran a towel over her neck and tossed it on the floor. “Are you helping me because it benefits you?”
“Hm?” Chaewon turned around sharply to look at her. Sakura wasn’t a timid girl, nor was she naive enough to need placating.
“Sure, you can put in extra dance hours to make improvements to your own details. But you don’t need to do this much with me,” Sakura continued. Her eye contact seemed to be more curious than doubtful.
Chaewon considered how to respond. “It’s not because I have a crush on you,” she said in an attempt at a joke. Sakura didn’t really laugh.
“That’s okay,” Sakura said, like she was taking it at face value. “It would be troublesome for both of us if you did.”
“No... I like you. I always did,” Chaewon said, even though Sakura probably wasn’t going to believe her when she said it. Chaewon was selective enough about who she made friends with that it was just as easy to sit in the neutral category as it was to be liked, or even hated. “It would be good for us to get closer before the debut.”
“Ah, I see,” Sakura responded. Chaewon waited for her to say anything more, but Sakura picked up her mini duffel off the floor. “I’m stopping by the gym. I’ll see you back at the dorm.”
What three words would you use to describe SAKURA?
KIM CHAEWON: Calculative, surgical, loveable.
“You can’t fucking write that, Chaewon,” Yunjin said, looking at her like she was crazy. “Even as a joke. Shred it.”
“I wasn’t going to,” Chaewon retorted even though she already had, exasperated. She threw the paper she’d just crumpled up at Yunjin and it hit her in the chest.
“Girl, please!” Yunjin said in her ridiculous American accent. In the neighboring waiting room Sakura had probably scanned her mental thesaurus for the holy trinity of group leader-praise-adjectives. Chaewon understood quickly why she had picked up so quickly on the Korean language - it wasn’t just a studious, diligent nature that was conducive to learning. It also served as a tool for her to navigate and manipulate her world.
She was the perfect idol in that sense; she knew exactly what to say to get what she wanted from you, and knew exactly what shallow vulnerabilities of her own to expose in order to mask her true weaknesses. Chaewon ripped up the paper into tiny little pieces and asked her manager to print off another questionnaire.
The other problem with Sakura was that you couldn’t say a thing about her without it somehow coming back around to her anyway. And infuriatingly, you knew she wasn’t afraid of confrontation, and yet wouldn’t just say what she meant.
“I think it is leaking out,” Sakura said in a pitying voice. She was knitting on the couch with a floor lamp angled towards her hands. Chaewon had just stepped out of her room in track shorts and a tee to get a snack from the kitchen.
“What is?” She opened the fridge door, looking for spilled orange juice or kimchi.
“Sometimes you look at me without any emotion on your face,” Sakura said. Chaewon froze. It was so different to how she usually talked in front of others that it sounded almost like she was Chaewon, acting the leader, exerting her own authority and control in a teaching moment. Scary to feel it aimed back at you. Again Sakura had made an incision while her guard was down.
“I don’t hate you.”
“Yeah?” Sakura wasn’t angry.
“How could I, even if I wanted to. I need you,” she said, for her career. “Actually, I admire you a lot.”
Sakura did laugh this time. “You’re really funny.”
“Yeah, well.” Chaewon peeled a tangerine with her fingers, her nails staining with citric acid and coloring. “Maybe I should try harder to act as well as you do. For both of our sakes.”
Sakura sighed, and it sounded patient, all-knowing. “I care about you,” she said, “even if I don’t say it out loud often.”
“I just think it’s easier not to believe you when you say certain things, that’s all.”
Sakura looked up from her knitting. The hat she was working on would show up on Chaewon’s nightstand the following morning. “It’s healthy to have some skepticism,” she prescribed.
A/N:
youtube editor: here are all the reasons why ssamkkura actually love each other despite what the haters are saying
me: actually this is convincing me that i like the hater interpretation better...
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#4 - all I got
exo baekhyun/red velvet seulgi - canon - 627wPrompt:
[same company idols]
Additional Tags: idolverse
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A/N: i’m doing it for the seulgicycle
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“I think you’re a good person,” Seulgi says in the concrete stairwell. Where she’s leaning against the fifteenth floor door the push bar springs in, and out again as she shys away from it.
Baekhyun looks at her sharply. “Careful, you’ll fall.”
“I won’t.”
“Then what are you even doing there?”
What is she doing here? Seulgi should have asked herself that question hours ago. Weeks ago, in fact. When did her self-control give in so completely? Baekhyun adjusts his black baseball cap and the mask on his face, and sighs.
“Don’t tell me this is a bad idea, Kang Seulgi.”
“It is,” she insists.
“I’d believe you if you weren’t in my apartment building right now,” he says.
Seulgi found out about the contract dispute a few days before it leaked. don’t freak out, he texted with no context. She was on the way to a schedule and put her phone down on her lap, not daring to look at it again until the van had unloaded at the back door and she knew she was all alone.
He laughed when he picked up her call, ever the hypocrite. “Brave to do this in broad daylight.” He knew where she was, it was a public event.
“Am I supposed to think about what you meant for the rest of the day?” Seulgi snapped.
“No, you’re supposed to be a professional and focus on your fans.”
“You’re the worst,” she said.
“I meant it when I said not to worry. I just wanted to warn you something was happening, that’s all. The less you know the better.” He knew also that she was in the middle of her own contract negotiations.
“You’re killing me,” Seulgi responded. He hung up on her.
It had started raining since they’d arrived at the venue. She stood underneath the overhang for a bit longer, watching the water pool in the parking lot.
“Who are you always texting these days?” Yerim had asked a few months ago, mischief on her face. Two things are true: a broken clock is always right twice a day, and Kang Seulgi is a terrible liar.
“...My brother,” Seulgi said, sheepish. She pretended to search for something in her bag so she wouldn’t have to look at Yerim. “It’s, you know. Our parents’ anniversary soon.” She pulled out a lip tint and reapplied some.
“Uh-huh. Reeks of overcompensating.”
“It’s not,” she whined, and Yerim just rolled her eyes and took another bite of her melon bread. It wasn’t worth being right about, especially in the middle of a waiting room.
“I think part of you wants to get caught,” Joohyun told her later, disapproving.
Seulgi felt she was probably right but resented that she said it out loud. “Don’t be jealous.”
Joohyun turned her head. “Think what you want,” she said. “It’s not my problem.”
Some things are binary. The night will end in one of two ways: either Seulgi will have slept with him or she won’t have. The details of either option, whether they involve making coffee in his apartment in the morning or hailing a 2:30AM cab on the ground floor in the most inconspicuous way possible, are frankly irrelevant right now.
“You’re not leaving,” Baekhyun says, in the stairwell. It’s not a command— it’s an observation.
“I don’t know how to make decisions,” Seulgi says, desperately. “I’m sorry.”
He looks up at the spiral of staircases above them, and she knows distantly he is considering the possibilities too: someone else will find out what happens tonight, or they won’t. “I wouldn’t want to regret you,” Baekhyun says, miserable. “I’m scared I will either way.”
In her heart, she knows what she’d regret more. Seulgi reaches for his hand and opens the door.
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#5 - you wasted my prettiest years
miss a suzy/blackpink rosé - canon - 500wPrompt:
It does not suffice for you to say I am a sweet girl
Or to say you hate to see me sad because of you
It does not suffice to merely lie beside each other
As those who love each other do
-Joanna Newsom, Does Not Suffice
Additional Tags: idolverse
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A/N: 500 words!
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They say that you are the prettiest when you're in love.
-- APINK Son Naeun
There’s something about an older girl that has always been especially charming to her. Hyeri laughs when Chaeyoung admits this to her over wine. In the dim lighting of the bar, it was easy to pretend she wasn’t laying herself bare in the presence of strangers.
“You know,” Hyeri says seriously, “it’s easier for older women to manipulate you.”
“I’m not sixteen,” Chaeyoung reminds her, pinot grigio in hand. “Also, it’s kind of too late for that.”
Last week Jisoo had her over for chimaek. “I’m on a Planet Earth kick,” she explained, loading up a new documentary episode while Chaeyoung unwrapped utensils from the delivery packaging. They ate on the couch to the sounds of a lion devouring an antelope. “Fitting, isn’t it?” Jisoo grinned, while Chaeyoung watched in open-mouthed pity. That look of sorrow was somewhat like the one Hyeri is giving her now.
Hyeri shakes her head and sighs. “You poor girl.”
It’s possible to justify anything if you like the person doing it enough. When Suzy first suggests they go on a trip together it’s exciting and new and Chaeyoung doesn’t read into it because the idea of it being anything but a pretty girl making friends with a pretty girl, or influencer networking, was impossibly foreign to her, and unnecessary. Really, there was nothing wrong with that. It was after they’d jetted to three different continents and did their makeup together in a cramped hotel bathroom, before her laugh had been captured in thirty different ways over two rolls of camera film— when Chaeyoung caught feelings and held her hand for a moment too long and Suzy suddenly knew everything— that’s when things went south. It was Chaeyoung’s fault. Of course.
“I would love to date you,” Suzy says over chocolate croissants in Paris, apropos of nothing.
Her breath hitches. Chaeyoung loses the confidence she’s practiced so hard for years to project in front of men and says, “Really?”
Suzy licks melted sugar glaze off her fingers, looks into Chaeyoung’s eyes and says, her voice as sweet as syrup, “Of course. It’ll be fun.”
Even looking back on that and reliving the memory, Chaeyoung had refused to call it malicious, because in the end she didn’t want to believe Suzy didn’t like her. “Objectively,” she told Sooyoung after the shame of it all had faded away and evolved into the need to process it with everyone she knew, “she liked being with me.”
“And I won’t deny that,” Sooyoung pointed out, “but she broke up with you because?”
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you’re a sweet girl
i hate to see you sad because of me
“She cared too much about me,” Chaeyoung said simply. “She didn’t have time for me. It was selfless, really.” Sooyoung looked at her like she couldn’t decide whether saying anything to the contrary would be beneficial at all.
“If you still talk about her like this a year after she broke your heart,” Sooyoung said, like a prophecy, “you’re never getting over her.”
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