Round 1: Quotes

[sleepyshamrocks]

Each prompt should be centered around words that have already been said.

Possibilities include a quote of any kind:

• Existing works (books, poetry, TV shows, movie scripts, video game scripts, song lyrics, articles)
• Speech (celebrity, netizen, anonymous)
• Anything else that fits!

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CONTENT
Prompts and fills have to center around K-pop girl group member(s). This includes:

• All active and former girl group members
• Female soloists
• Female members in co-ed groups
• Any female idol or trainee affiliated with K-pop (e.g., GP999 contestants, AKB48 members who featured in Produce48)
• Slash, gen, het, and trans works are all accepted as long as they involve at least one girl group member

PROMPTING

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Characters/Ship: itzy ryujin/aespa ningning
Tags: sports au
Prompt:

Though, I do admit, it came on fast
Still, I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing
For forever
Loathing
Truly, deeply loathing you
My whole life long

— What is this Feeling, Wicked

FILLING

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[FILL] when the time comes

Characters/Ship: lesserafim sakura/lee chaeyeon
Tags: post-produce48, canon compliant
Permission to Remix: Please ask
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REMIXES

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Comments

[baechuzz]

Characters/Ship: any survivor show trainee, group
Tags: canon comp, canon div
Prompt:

"The unfair proximity of a dream."

[baechuzz]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: rivals
Prompt:

In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
- Janet Fitch

[baechuzz]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: any
Prompt:

No, we're not soulmates. This is not divine intervention. And this is most certainly not chance. I willed this. I knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name.
I love you intentionally. I love you with every bit of conscience I was born with.

[baechuzz]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: any
Prompt:

my hear beats steadfast
for you, the girl with song in
her mouth, your thin hands
and wandering eyes. [but me
you have forgotten], blinded
by distance and time, [or you
love some man more than me].

if there was ever a place where
i could have pressed you to
the ground, woven love between
our mouths, i would return to
there. still, your voice is stitched
through my poetry: a girl standing
in the falling light & singing
to no one in particular.

[baechuzz]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: any
Prompt:

"Susan, I would have come out of Eden to open the Door for you if I had known you were there.
- Emily Dickinson

[baechuzz]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: any
Prompt:

losing people is so interesting bc like. no i don't want to speak to you ever again. yes i think about you on your birthday.

"And though I can't recall your face
I still got love for you."

I don't know what to do with it.
With what?
With all the love I have for her. I don't know where to put it now.

[baechuzz]

Characters/Ship: aespa winter
Tags: any
Prompt:

You're the gun in my
lips that will blow my
brains out
- Phoebe Bridgers Waiting Room

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: Any/Any
Tags: secret relationship
Prompt:

Holding hands under a table
Meeting up in your bedroom
Making love to other people
Telling each other it's all good
...
What do you do with a loving feeling
If the loving feeling makes you all alone?
What do you do with a loving feeling
If they only love you when you're all alone?
- Mitski, A Loving Feeling

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: nmixx, any (haewon/sullyoon would be nice :3)
Tags:
Prompt:

Where’re you going? If we were together right now,
It’d be great, I think. Even so,
There’s probably a reason.
As much as I can be, I’m good.
I hope you’re doing well, too.

How you doing? Be well. I hope you are.
Don’t hurt over words that were mistakes,
And even if I can’t go back,
I remember.
It’s deep in my heart.

Younha - How u Doing

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: Any/Any
Tags: failing relationship, pre-breakup
Prompt:

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

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags:
Prompt:

Maybe won't you take it back?
Say you were tryna make me laugh
And nothing has to change today
You didn't mean to say I love you
I love you
And I don't want to.

Billie Eilish - I love you

[FILL] and now i tell you openly

[sleepyshamrocks]

Characters/Ship: itzy ryujin/chaeryeong
Tags: hogwarts au, op i feel like this might’ve gone off the rails of your original prompt sorry TT
Permission to Remix: Yes
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ao3 link

Right after Ryujin’s gone and gotten five points docked from Gryffindor, she turns around and says, conspiratorially, “So who are you taking to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Chaeryeong tugs at the scarf around Ryujin’s neck, a sore green against her red-gold robes. “Give that back. I told you to take it off earlier.”

“No. Get off, it’s mine,” Ryujin says, using both ends to mime strangulation. She nearly elbows a scurrying first year in the head. The crowd of second year Gryffindors near them already know to give Ryujin a wide berth, newly fourteen and long-limbed with a tendency to pinwheel around when she gets excited. Chaeryeong relents, lifts the books she’s clutched to her chest to hide a smile. “And don’t change the subject. A little birdie told me you’ve asked Seo Changbin out to Madam Puddifoot’s. Is that true?”

Chaeryeong makes a face. “Which idiot bird told you that?”

“So it is true.”

“We’re going together to the village. As friends. Clearly something went wrong down the telephone chain.” When they arrive at Chaeryeong’s Charms class, Ryujin follows her to her seat next to Yeji, even though she’s now surely going to be late for Potions down at the dungeons. Professor Park doesn’t even look up from her desk. “Besides, he’s like a cousin to me, so ew.”

Yeji leans over. “Is this about Chaeryeong and Changbin going on a date together?”

“Not you too!”

“Not like it’s unheard of among purebloods,” Ryujin teases, though she’s dropped her voice. Anyone else and Chaeryeong would’ve hexed them to the North Sea for that; even Yeji looks surprised at the audacity of the comment. But it’s just Ryujin, stupid and tactless and boyish and decidedly un-Slytherin, and privately Chaeryeong likes being at the receiving end of this kind of easy ribbing, where a joke is a joke and not a scathing critique wrapped in twelve layers of small talk. These days navigating the undertones of a conversation with her parents is like doing an Irish jig across a minefield.

So Chaeryeong just rolls her eyes playfully, pushes Ryujin away and says, “Aren’t you late for Potions?”

Ryujin shrugs, tugs on her scarf to loosen it, adding to the mess of hair and fabric. Yeji’s eyes follow the motion, then rise in smug realization. “A house traitor so early in the morning, Shin Ryujin?”

“Aaand that’s my cue to leave.” Ryujin half-scrambles away from their desk, knocking her stomach on a corner with a loud oof. She spits out a hasty apology to Yu Jimin from Ravenclaw, who giggles and picks her textbook up from the floor. “Bye! I’ll see you after dinner!”

Chaeryeong waves back, already buoyed by the promise.





“I’m not the only one who thinks this is stupid, right?” Chaeryeong says.

Changbin sighs. He’s so short that Chaeryeong’s sure they look silly walking arm-in-arm like this. “I like you, Chaeryeong-ah. You’re the reason I didn’t fail Herbology last year. But you should know that my parents made me do this.”

“Mine too,” Chaeryeong responds glumly. Their families are so close Chaeryeong thinks they might actually be distantly related, the way all pureblood families with Death Eaters in their ranks typically are. But Changbin’s always been a nice kid, a little shy, and last year she’d seen him stand up to a sixth year—one of theirs—for jinxing a little Gryffindor boy in the hallway, so she really could do worse than spend a Saturday at Hogsmeade with a friend.

They opt to head to Honeydukes, counting the money between them as they walk up the road. She detects exactly zero romantic chemistry in the way their linked arms jostle awkwardly against each other, but the optics are plausible at least—in her head Chaeryeong’s already composing a paragraph in the next letter to her mother about how the tea shop was swamped, and how gentlemanly he’d been, buying her treats and warm drinks and all, even though in reality he’d only been able to procure seventeen Knuts from the pockets of his too-big robes.

Right as they’re about to turn left to High Street, Changbin’s steps falter, tugging Chaeryeong’s attention. “Hey, isn’t that —”

It takes a moment for Chaeryeong to recognize the two girls Changbin’s motioning to, only because one of them has a pair of large white earmuffs on, and the other one’s slightly crouched, dusting off the knees of her robes. But then the second girl straightens up and—it’s Ryujin, Chaeryeong registers with surprise, pressing a shy, embarrassed hand to the back of her neck while Yu Jimin tips her head back and laughs.

Chaeryeong didn’t know she’d be coming—Ryujin hadn’t mentioned—since when were she and Jimin friends, anyway?

“Hello?” Changbin waves a hand before her face. “Earth to Chaeryeong.”

“Um,” she says, slightly dazed. Ryujin and Jimin resume their stroll around the bend that she and Changbin were meant to take earlier, the one that leads straight to Madam Puddifoot’s, smiling at each other until they disappear from view. Chaeryeong’s clenching her fists and she doesn’t even understand why.

“Hey,” Changbin says, turning to face her slowly. There’s a look on his face that Charyeong can’t decipher, causing some tight emotion to flare up in her chest. “Do you, like, are the two of you—”

“What?” she snaps at him, though the irritation ebbs just as quickly when Changbin throws his hands up in apology.

“Nothing, sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t know what—” She takes a deep breath, shakes it off. She can pry this moment open later once she’s tucked in the private cocoon of her bed. But not here, not in public, her mother’s voice booms in her mind, contain your emotions, Lee Chaeryeong.

Changbin melts into an easy smile, nodding, and guides them back to their path. Chaeryeong feels grateful for him, suddenly, so she prods him on the ribs and says, “Tell me about that Hufflepuff boy you like.” When Changbin mimes a confused, dismissive half-gesture, she asks, innocently, “Hyunbin, was it?”

“Hyunjin,” he corrects. Then blushes. Chaeryeong cackles triumphantly all the way to Honeydukes, though part of her mind is still wondering, still stuck on the sight of Ryujin’s unusually nice clothes, her bright, lovely face, her open-mouthed grin.





“I think I like girls,” Ryujin says breathlessly, clambering on to Chaeryeong’s bed. Chaeryeong’s halfway to shrieking wait a minute did you wash your hands after practice when Ryujin’s words click.

“Girls?” she repeats.

“Yeah.” Ryujin splays out on the covers, her expression all dreamy. “Jimin’s so nice and so pretty and easy to talk to and she doesn’t care that I’m Muggle-born, and she’s tragically bad at Transfiguration so she asked for my help, we’re meeting tomorrow so I can help with her homework, argh, can you believe it?” She catches Chaeryeong’s gaze, finally, and falters, sitting up and drawing closer hesitantly. “Is that, like—is that a problem?”

Contain. After a moment that feels like centuries but in reality must’ve only been a second or two, Chaeryeong reaches out and circles a hand around Ryujin’s wrist. “That’s okay,” she reassures her, though the awkwardness drives her other hand to pat Ryujin’s like she’s her grandmother or something. “It’s okay with me. But you know I like you even though you’re Muggle-born, right?”

She realizes how wrong the words sound out a beat later, and rushes to stammer out an apology. But Ryujin understands her, it seems. When she smiles it lights up the corners of her eyes. “Don’t worry. You’re still my favorite, Chaeryeong-ah.”





“I don’t think I like girls anymore,” Ryujin moans into Chaeryeong’s pillow. Word on the street is that Jimin was seen sharing a treacle tart with Kim Minjeong from Hufflepuff this morning.

“That’s also okay,” Chaeryeong says, rubbing gentle circles on her back. “So we’re back to boys, then?”

“Ugh, no.” Ryujin arches into Chaeryeong’s touch, eyes still closed. She looks—Chaeryeong’s thankful Ryujin can’t see the heat rising up her face. “I’m so over love. I’d rather stay single and happy forever,” she declares. She lifts her head and casts that stupid, charming grin right at Chaeryeong. “You’re with me, right?”

What else could she possibly say, in this moment? “I’m with you,” Chaeryeong says back.

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: any
Prompt:

love exists, but with an absence of eternity. at the first moment of a lovers encounter, there’s an affirmation of love. psychologically, lunacy, emptiness, panic, delusion that the moment will last forever. i’m seized by the desire. i hide behind my back, and postpone all answers.

— pink tape album trailer, krystal jung

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: distance, separation, drifted apart, picking up the pieces, depression and isolation
Prompt:

i have done many things in my life
i have talked to many people
some of these people have called me very drunk at one in the morning
these people are my best friends
they are like miles of snow to me
when i listen to my voicemail
i can hear one of them saying
did she just hang up on us

— having sex in a field in 2013, hera lindsay bird

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: that's all in the past now
Prompt:

but i will conquer them all
and build a whole nation of god
in me - but united,
build a new soul,
dress it with skin
and then put on my shirt
and sing an anthem,
a song of myself.

— the civil war, anne sexton

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: any (maybe an it girl)
Tags: any
Prompt:

it is easiest to be rich when you are also strange and
it is easiest to be rich in a strange currency and
it is best if you can eat
the money of others. look,
you can spend this currency on what everyone doesn't agree with. follow me at my
own risk, i'm brave as a heroine in a grave
yard. i'm inventing new lunches.
i'm not afraid to insist on
an extra meal
just to feed my beauty, to
grow the arm
that will wave as i leave
this world
and that will wave as i enter
the next. vince, what isn't a gesture
worth? i will set my hair on fire
to send the most spectacular
smoke signal. you are going to know what i am saying.
you are going to understand me.

— cryptobeauty // giantess, candice wuehle

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: any past relationship
Tags: bitter end, shared history, crawling back to you
Prompt:

keep me away from what's left
of all the softness you had
i'm a knife always searching for one tender place
i'm a violent paper doll you always misplace
in the shadow of your terrifying grace
[...]
you touch me likе you're learning how to lose mе
locking the doors from inside
we learned all our sadness from watching tv
all the flowers are digital on the cemetery screen
i ran every red light just to see
if your grave still had room for me

— paper doll, flower face

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: any
Tags: not wanting to be saved, sarcastic and bitter, changed
Prompt:

"what i said yesterday may not be something i remember today"
"this empty cola can had the taste of kissing a boy i once broke up with"
"hey, if we're gonna fight, let's start when the railcars pass by overhead"
i'm just
the worst

i talk so damn eloquently
that i start to hate myself
you wouldn't know to look at me
but i was quiet back then

— darashinai aishikata, AKB48

[FILL] desecration of a lustful illusion

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: jang wonyoung
Tags: idolverse horror, some violence
Permission to Remix: yes

(this is my first time filling for a k-pop fest like this. please tell me if i did anything wrong.)

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The axe is always heavy in her pencil-thin fingers. Wonyoung never lets it stop her.

She wraps her fingers back around the handle and squeezes, harder than ever, as she walks towards the girl pressed against the wall. Wonyoung doesn't smile; she does what needs to be done, as her eyes glint in the moonlight peeking through the window.

The girl in front of her is shaking. The sight used to sadden her, used to make her feel bad. There's a lot that Wonyoung doesn't feel now, doesn't feel as she goes up on stage and plays her part, doesn't feel on these sordid nights when she works her real job, does the clean-up that no one else wants to do.

She thinks she hears the girl say something, shaken out of her fear into anger, the way the words come out with a bite. Wonyoung looks up, sees the way the girl has steeled herself, eyes narrowed.

"What is it?" Wonyoung says, and her voice is too high, not practiced, not still and confident enough. Enough vulnerability, enough of the unexpected, seeps out in her voice that she's immediately ashamed, immediately wishing she never bothered at all and swung the axe down.

She looks the girl in the eye. There's a resolute confidence in the girl's gaze, the way she looks at Wonyoung and sees right through her.

The girl opens her mouth and out comes something unforgivable, something Wonyoung only hears the edges of.

You. I always knew it was you doing this.

Wonyoung drags the axe behind her and plunges it forward.

---

There's few ways to make it in this industry and Wonyoung thinks she has learned them all quite well.

She stands poised on the stage, lips lifted in one part a smile and the other a pout as one of her group mates pokes fun at her. She blinks and flutters her eyelashes to an audience of cloying fans, tilts her head to feign embarrassment.

She doesn't think about the night prior, about the nameless girl she had to track down, that she had to find alone and primed for the end of her axe. She doesn't think about her final, resolute words, how she always knew it was her.

Wonyoung dances on stage and doesn't think about the girl in the form of a too-light body she had to drag with her too-skinny hands wrapped around the backs of the body's ankles. She doesn't think about the edge of a river and fitting the body in it with a dirty axe, watching the pieces fall to the bottom, cleaning the end of her axe with river water. She doesn't think about how the blood even reached the ribbon in her hair, left over from her stage that day, hair in pigtails and lips a cherry red.

Of course it had to have been her, right? Of course it had to be the girl they malign and mirror and admire and fear. Of course it had to be her, she agrees, because who else would do a job like pruning the edges of the industry when people get too loud?

She dances and plays her part and doesn't think about it but she does, because she can't stop herself in the following days, every time, can't stop the unbidden thoughts of the nights before where she again played her part and did what no one wants to speak about.

Wonyoung catches the gaze of one of her group mates, the one their fans always love to put her with, because of their last group. She smiles something fierce and keeps her eyes on her as her group mate does a suggestive move, herself suggesting something in her eyes that the fans will zero in on.

Clean-up duty. It's the worst of the industry that have the luxury of not thinking about it. Perhaps that makes her the best, then.

[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: any (members of a now disbanded group?)
Tags: old wounds, the past, moving on
Prompt:

we were so young then
just stupid kids with loaded guns
we were someone else then
unspoken sins that we had done
the shadow tribe we have become
but you were here
i thought i saw you running from the gas
stinging eyes and child's tears
a melody we can't forget
cause when you left
you took the whole world with you
forgot a flaming city behind you
yes, when you left
you took our whole world with you

— goldfish and metermaids, ghost bees

[FILL] burning right, living bridges

[thinktoomuch]

Characters/Ship: (G)I-dle Miyeon/Minnie
Tags: pre-debut, canon with wonky timeline
Permission to Remix: Yes
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Miyeon arrives on a Tuesday, with a leather jacket and fishnets and Minnie's dreams neatly crushed under the heels of her cool girl boots.

“Nice to meet you,” Minnie says, “I hope we get along well.”

The tears follow immediately, as if to betray the lie. Minnie has no idea who she wants to deceive more.


-

It doesn’t take long for the days to start blending together. They finally have the Korean vocalist the company insisted on, but they’re still made to sing the same covers and dance the same songs, no progress in sight.

Minnie’s life is the same as it has been for the last two years, and the only change seems to be Miyeon.

“Do you think she regrets it?” She asks one night, interrupting whatever Yuqi was saying. Minnie had stopped paying attention as soon as the thought popped into her mind. “Miyeon, I mean. She must regret leaving YG, right?”

Yuqi barely finishes swallowing her noodles before she answers, brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t know. She said she doesn’t.”

“What? How do you know?”

“I overheard her talking to one of the instructors.”

“She must be lying.” Miyeon’s former group is winning triple crowns and charting on Billboard while she’s stuck in a smaller company, no debut in sight. “She always has to act like she’s perfect.”

She doesn’t get to hear Yuqi’s answer before a thump sounds to their left, their heads turning in synchrony. The empty hallway echoes a set of footsteps hastily running away.

Her heart sinks. “Who was that?”

“I didn’t know anyone else was home,” Yuqi replies. She places her bowl on the sink and leaves, for once not interested in what Minnie has to say.

-

Minnie does to it what she does to most of her worries: shoves it down her throat until it threatens to choke her, her spit turned bitter with the taste of Miyeon’s name on her tongue.

-

They've been rehearsing the dance to a sunbae’s godforsaken song for forty minutes now, and one of the moves keeps evading her. The instructor looks outright impatient as he corrects the angle of her turn, only for her to bend her knee the wrong way again, and even the rest of the girls are starting to seem a little bothered.

“Can’t we just move on?” Minnie pleads. “I’ll try that one by myself later.”

“Try it by yourself now,” the instructor says, curt. “The rest of you, take five.”

Most of the girls take it as a cue to splay on the floor or drink from their water bottles. Minnie makes the wrong turn yet again, watches Miyeon's hesitant approach through the mirror.

“Here,” Miyeon says once she's close enough, so sheepish she’s almost curling into herself. “You just have to—”

“It's fine,” Minnie snaps, because she's not about to take advice from the one person in this room who’s a shittier dancer than she is.

Miyeon flinches as if struck, and in her haste Minnie bends her knee too far and goes crashing down in an instance of almost divine karma.

She looks up to see Soyeon standing over her. “Come with me,” she commands, such a stormy look on her face that not even the instructor dares contradict her.

Soyeon's presence has always made her seem bigger than she is, but she's never made Minnie feel as small as she does now, standing outside the practice room with a scowl and her arms crossed.

“Miyeon unnie is a part of this now, and whether you like it or not, you need to get along. This is the kind of rumor that breaks groups apart.”

“We're barely a group,” Minnie protests, more than a little bitter. “They said we needed a Korean main vocalist to debut, but now that we do, nothing has changed.”

“We're going to debut,” Soyeon states. Just like that, it becomes a certainty, and suddenly Minnie is the foolish one for ever having doubted her. “And if you're going to be in the group you need to be less childish and learn how to share, Kim Minnie.”

She doesn't know what's more humiliating: getting scolded by someone younger than her or walking back into the practice room with her face burning red, tears swimming in her eyes.

By the time Minnie finally bends her knees right, her face is wet and her throat burns. No one comments on it; they simply move on to the rest of the dance, and no one approaches her again.


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It comes to a head the following year.

They have a debut date, and their own song with its own choreo, and one month before they're scheduled to film the music video a manager takes the two of them aside to talk.

“Your visuals go well together,” she says. “And you're both vocalists and same-aged friends.”

They get a day to prepare, most of which Minnie spends in Korean class. It's already dark when she arrives at the dorm to find Miyeon asleep at the kitchen table.

She's slumped over it, one cheek squished on top of her arm, mouth open in a semicircle. There's an open bag of snacks in front of her.

She's probably drooling. It wouldn't be the first time.

Minnie considers leaving her be for a moment, if only because she's been a witness of how hard it is to wake up Cho Miyeon, but in the end that’s what convinces her to the contrary.

There's a particular type of closeness that comes with learning so much about a person just from watching them. And if Minnie leaves her here, tomorrow Miyeon won't whine or complain about a neck ache, but Minnie will see her hide a grimace and massage her nape and she will be reminded once more that Miyeon is not as bad as she first pictured her.

Miyeon, as it turns out, isn't bad at all.

It takes a hard shake for the other girl to awaken. It probably would’ve given her a sick sense of satisfaction, just a few months prior, but now the sight of Miyeon’s confusion sinks into her chest. Minnie looks at her pink tongue wetting her lip, the faint line of drool on her chin.

“I was waiting for you,” Miyeon says, voice wobbly with sleep. She stands, leaning onto Minnie’s side like it's the easiest thing in the world. Like Minnie isn't who she is.

“I had class,” Minnie says, useless. Someone had probably already told her. Miyeon hums.

She's so small. Miyeon weighs almost nothing as Minnie guides them to their room, looking down so that their clumsy feet won't tangle and she won't have to face whoever is on the living room couch.

“I wanted to rehearse the song together,” Miyeon says when she's already in bed. She pouts like a kid despite them being the same age.

“They've made us sing it like a thousand times during evaluations. It's gonna be fine.”

Miyeon's stomach grumbles. She doesn't seem to mind it, halfway back to dreamland already, and Minnie turns around and leaves the room before she can do something stupid like learn how Miyeon looks when she's at peace.

And if Minnie heats up way too much food for herself and sets some aside for a specific member to eat, it just means she hates waste. That's all.


-

“Thank you,” Miyeon whispers before they start filming the following day, a puppy already in her arms. He's smaller than the one Minnie is holding, but seems livelier, too. Minnie doesn't ask what she's talking about.

“It was nothing.” Their knees are touching. This will be their first real foray into the public eye, and Minnie can't look at Miyeon's makeup for too long without feeling like she's going insane.

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She regrets the the urge to look at the comments right after she gets it.


they're pretty and their voice is good too
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Miyeon's voice definitely has the YG swag
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The one on the left is a foreigner but her pronunciation is perfect
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i like the way she looks at her T_T what are you doing
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[luckyzukky]

Characters/Ship: huh yunjin/any
Tags: teaching, guidance, music, getting older
Prompt:

You said I had no
finesse, that it was about
love making & if I
couldn't learn to do it
on an instrument, I'd never
do it right. Last night
I fucked all night & yet
my fingers were positioned
as you once taught me
my ring finger on the G
& how that instrument
moaned—it crooned
you would've been proud
you would've given me
a standing ovation—

— excerpt from violin, yesenia montilla

[FILL] baby i love you (......)

[(Anonymous)]

Characters/Ship: STAYC, Sumin/Isa
Tags: Idolverse, ambiguously unrequited love, pre-debut lore
Permission to Remix: Yes
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It’s over gamjatang that Seeun asks, “So unnie, do you have any, like… leadership advice?”

It’s nice of her to ask, and probably optimistic to think that Sieun will delegate much, so Sumin really wants to give her a good answer and not deflect self-pityingly. Something she’s learned too recently is that there’s a line over which self-deprecation becomes outright off-putting. But apparently she takes too long to answer, because Seeun’s quick to to say, “Sorry to put you on the spot. I know it’s kind of a vague question.”

Sumin drinks some water to give herself more time to think, and says, “You’ll learn by doing it. I know that’s probably not helpful, but — you shouldn’t overthink it, I guess. Just be patient, and, uh. Fair with everyone.”
-
It’s a relief when she realizes she’s allowed to play favorites in the privacy of her own mind. Nobody can love too many people completely equally except maybe parents - and she might question even that. It’s obvious that Seeun and Jayoon just click, on the same wavelength from the first moment despite being as different as two people can be. Chaeyoung is the best older sister to Yeeun, knowing how to use a softer touch with the youngest and most sensitive of the trainees. None of them are particularly subtle about these partialities. (Sieun’s favorite person, as far as Sumin can tell, is probably ITZY’s Yeji, freshly debuted, or Yoon Chanyoung. Or IU.)

So she becomes fiercely protective of the corner of her mind where she holds Chaeyoung apart from the rest. There are things she can’t let slip in front of the instructors and management and cameras, and then there are things she can’t let slip in front of the girls. In the practice room, she is just as strict with Chaeyoung as the others - even though she’s the best dancer, isn’t she? So when she catches herself thinking that, she is twice as strict. For four years, she fails to forgive herself for the first time she makes Chaeyoung cry.
-
They’re booked to film some kind of show in Busan. It’s Chaeyoung’s hometown, so the concept is built around her, but it’s Sieun and Jayoon who are picked to tag along. Sumin doesn’t bother to be disappointed by that; it’s just sensible, when it comes to variety.

“I’ll bring you back something really nice,” Chaeyoung promises, neatly packing her suitcase. “I know where to find anything.”

She holds that in her heart every day they’re gone. The dorms are dead silent and everything is uncertain that spring, even with a new pile of trophies to their names, but she has one promise to look forward to.

And Chaeyoung returns, a little sunburned, and hands out identical hand-wrapped gifts to Sumin, Seeun, and Yeeun. It would be unimaginably childish to resent her for that, but in that dark, well-defended corner, Sumin thinks: It’s not your job be fair. No one is asking you to love everyone just the same.

Soon, it won’t be Sumin’s job anymore either, but she isn’t sure that it will matter.
-
Look, she knows that life doesn’t work like dramas, where one grandiose and monumental act means that someone is bound to love you forever. But she is the one who chased Chaeyoung down, brought her back, made her debut so she could be adored by everyone.

She can make it sound selfless if she explains it right. She mentions it too often in interviews, but her one moment of heroism plays well every time.

[FILL] phantom warmth

[staygame]

Characters/Ship: lovelyz, babysoul/mijoo
Tags: amorphous au, theoretical road trip
Permission to Remix: yes!

op, your quote immediately reminded me of a few lines of babysoul/mijoo i wrote a few years ago so i rewrote them and added a bit more. shout out to any remaining lovelyz fans in 2025 T__T
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Mijoo had turned the rental car radio off when her mom called earlier and hadn't bothered to turn it back on, choosing, instead, the soundtrack of the quiet drone of the car engine and the occasional snuffly breath from Sujeong as she slept. The evening sun was cutting through the trees, stripes of light followed by shadow, strobing across Sujeong's face when Mijoo turned to look at her. Mijoo's heart seized with sudden tenderness.

They'd been the only car on the road for several kilometers now and it was easy to imagine that they were the only two people in the world, the lone survivors of something. They'd be aimless, phoneless, repsonsibilityless. No longer bound by social norms. Mijoo would stop shaving her armpits and kiss Sujeong on the mouth whenever she pleased.

"Eyes on the road," Sujeong said, though her own eyes were still closed. Mijoo wondered if Sujeong felt the heat from her gaze. She hoped Sujeong would feel it imprinted on her skin.

Mijoo looked back in time to navigate a sharp curve as they ascended the mountain. It wasn't exactly smooth and Sujeong huffed out a displeased noise as she unfolded her legs, waking up. Sujeong wanted to drive (after all, Mijoo's license was a recent accomplishment) but Mijoo insisted and then Sujeong had dozed off within the first 30 minutes, so really, who should be driving here?

"You can go back to sleep," Mijoo said. Sujeong didn't look well these days; she probably needed the rest.

"It's fine," Sujeong said.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mijoo saw Sujeong lean against the window, face toward the scenery outside. She wished Sujeong would look at her. She craved it, delusionally, like craving the summer sun in the middle of winter.

Re: [FILL] baby i love you (......)

[thinktoomuch]

the disappointment when she gets the same gift as everyone else???? incredible. love love love this