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girlsfest2025-02-03 05:59 pm
Round 1: Quotes
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Prompts and fills have to center around K-pop girl group member(s). This includes:
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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
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(Anonymous) 2025-02-09 06:21 am (UTC)(link)Tags: age gap
Prompt:
[FILL] i should be so lucky
Tags: age gap, idolverse, getting with your celebrity crush
Permission to Remix: Yes
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Seulgi is no stranger to once-in-a-lifetime opportunities.
She’s just always hoped that with age, the nerves would be replaced with experience. Seulgi’s not a rookie anymore, and it’s been a while since the thrill of novelty turned into hesitant familiarity.
It’s a beast she’s tamed and grown accustomed to. Most times, Seulgi can whip it into shape like the most barbaric of ringmasters.
Other times, though—other times, Seulgi is helpless in the face of its sharp teeth pointed at her throat.
Seated next to her on a plush beige couch, Kim Wansun tilts her head as she regards Seulgi with amusement brimming in her feline eyes. “What are you smiling at?”
Seulgi blushes. She’s been blushing since she arrived at Wansun’s apartment, truth be told, but her blood feels hotter after her second glass of wine, warming up her skin until her nape is sticky with sweat. She licks her lips, and Wansun follows the movement of her tongue.
“I’m just happy to be here with unnie. That’s all.”
Wansun hums. Seulgi thinks she might be wearing makeup. “But unnie should be the happy one, shouldn’t I?” Wansuns says, “since I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
Seulgi lowers her head, abashed. From this angle, she can see one of Wansun’s cats stare back at her from where it’s lying under the television stand. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, too.”
A hand fills her field of vision, sure fingers pushing her hair back, and Seulgi is forced to look up again. “You look good with your hair like this.” One nail scratches the curve of her chin, and Seulgi shivers. “You still look as fresh-faced as when I first met you, you know.”
Seulgi shakes her head, and Wansun’s hand falls to her thigh. It stays there, heavy, pinning her down. “Unnie is the one who looks…” She trails off, words suddenly leaving her. Wansun smiles with all her teeth.
“What? Unnie looks fresh-faced too?” Wansun laughs, slapping Seulgi’s leg. “Now we both know that isn’t true.” Seulgi traps that hand under her own, grip tight enough with desperation that it probably hurts. The wine swishes around dangerously as she places her glass on the table.
“No, I just mean that unnie looks—” like the one dream I’ve ever had. “—refined. Isn’t that what they say about wine, also?” She asks, motioning to the glass still in Wansun’s hold. “They only get better as they age.”
This time, Wansun’s laugh is brighter. Seulgi feels the shift of her tendons under her fingers, the way her body moves as she throws her head back. The sound is as deep and raspy as her voice, sinking under Seulgi’s skin like thick molasses.
Wansun leans forward in a fluid motion, as elegant as the pets she keeps. “There’s a rumour that’s been around for a long time, you see,” she whispers, directly into Seulgi’s ear. Her nose is filled with the scent of heady perfume. Her head swims. “They say our Seulgi likes being treated like a dongsaeng the most. I just wasn’t sure to what extent.”
“I’m…” She doesn’t know what to say. She’s not sure she has the strength to even open her mouth, to be honest. Wansun’s breath is hot on her cheek, its cadence controlled; her chest brushes Seulgi’s arm with a nonchalance she wants to steal for herself. Seulgi can barely restrain herself from panting, desperate and open-mouthed. Wansun’s confidence is not the only thing she wants to consume.
Their eyes meet. Wansun is just so. Close. “Are they right about you, honey? Do you want unnie to take care of you?”
“No.” It leaves her with barely an exhale. She wrestles the beast by its horns. “I don’t— I want to be the one taking care of unnie, instead.”
“Oh.” She observes the slight widening of Wansun’s eyes, and her surprise shouldn’t be so satisfying. Already Seulgi is hungering for more—more reactions, bigger reactions, for Wansun to be an open book for her and under her and Seulgi has been waiting for far too long.
Our Seulgi is Kim Wansun’s biggest fan, her father used to say, always proud, she wants to be a singer, too. Seulgi remembers her deep relief when her admiration could be mistaken for less than what it was. It’s so adorable that little Seulgi wants to follow Kim Wansun’s footsteps—not so much that little Seulgi stares at her pictures in magazines and dreams of kissing her mouth.
Wansun retreats to her original seating position, and this time Seulgi goes with her. Her admission has already connected them—a string that pulls taut until Seulgi hovers over Wansun, knees embracing her waist. Their pointy bones are sharp like mismatched puzzles jammed together.
Seulgi stares at her for a suspended moment, her long face with her strong nose and pouty lips, the ones she’d touch with her own through the coated paper of a magazine. When she was a child, Wansun had been the coolest a woman could be, and now Seulgi features on her songs and on her couch.
Wansun raises a single eyebrow. “So? Are you going to be a good girl for unnie?”
Seulgi’s whine in response is the furthest from cool it could be—not that it matters, anyway. She’s definitely okay with being a good girl, instead.
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