Characters/Ship: (G)I-dle Miyeon/Minnie Tags: pre-debut, canon with wonky timeline Permission to Remix: Yes -
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
-
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 👍 2,5k 👎 💬
Miyeon's voice definitely has the YG swag 👍 1,2k 👎 💬
The one on the left is a foreigner but her pronunciation is perfect 👍 1,1k 👎 💬
i like the way she looks at her T_T what are you doing 👍 14 👎 💬
[FILL] burning right, living bridges
Tags: pre-debut, canon with wonky timeline
Permission to Remix: Yes
-
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.
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.
She regrets the the urge to look at the comments right after she gets it.
they're pretty and their voice is good too
👍 2,5k 👎 💬
Miyeon's voice definitely has the YG swag
👍 1,2k 👎 💬
The one on the left is a foreigner but her pronunciation is perfect
👍 1,1k 👎 💬
i like the way she looks at her T_T what are you doing
👍 14 👎 💬