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girlsfest2025-02-03 05:59 pm
Round 1: Quotes
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
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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
FILLING
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Characters/Ship: lesserafim sakura/lee chaeyeon
Tags: post-produce48, canon compliant
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[FILL] like my own blue shadow
(Anonymous) 2025-02-09 11:53 am (UTC)(link)Tags:
Permission to Remix: Yes
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There is, of course, a certain kind of personality that one must generally possess to pursue a career in entertainment.
Haewon could be crunching numbers in a laboratory right now and running a secret Youtube channel on the side, but she quickly realised that that was never what she wanted, and so here she is, on-stage, winking to a crowd of horny university students. The others are a little different - Lily-unnie loves singing, Kyujin dancing, Jinsol the feeling of being loved and loving in return, and, as far as she knows, Jiwoo just sort of stumbled into all of this.
But Yoona - Yoona has always been just like her, Haewon thinks, realizes again, watching her preen on the big screen hanging above their heads and pretending to be embarrassed by the oohs and ahhs falling in waves from the crowd. The slick cut of her jaw, the artful slope of her nose, her head as small as a fist.
It's like looking into a much more attractive mirror.
Jinsol fixes her with a look from opposite her, brows knitting with concern. You okay?, she asks, silently, and Haewon plasters a smile on her face again as the ticking starts in her in-ears. I'm good, she mouths, and pushes up on her left heel into the opening.
After Yunjin left, Haewon found herself laying in bed and trying to force herself into three hours of sleep.
It was unfair and cruel, how they made them tear each other down like wild animals in a cage for a spot to launch into their life-long dreams, and then the way they expected them to act like best friends the moment the debut date materialised, like every hurt they had inflicted on each other was washed away once their producer said those words. Still, Haewon loved Yunjin, couldn't help but love her and the awkward ways she tried and failed to contort herself into the box that they'd crafted for her. She'd scolded her, berated her with all sorts of personal, violent words maybe even a few days before she'd found out she was leaving.
When she kicked back the covers and tiptoed past the creaky door, Yoona was there, feet tucked under her thighs, staring unblinking at an Amazing Saturday rerun on TV. Haewon considered just going back to the room, but her feet were already carrying her to the couch. Yoona barely turned to look at her, but she let out a little grunt and moved over to make space on her right. Haewon didn't sit, just let herself look at Yoona, haloed in the light of the TV.
Yoona's eyes were rim-red, her fist clenched around the mouth of a packet of corn chips. Some crumbs sat plaintively on the corners of her lips.
"You know you have to get over it, right?" Haewon heard herself saying, sounding less like a leader and more like a robot. Beep-boop beep-boop. It was a different playbook with each of them, and Yoona was the one she knew the best, in a way.
Yoona barely blinked. "Yeah."
"This is what we've been working for our whole lives," Haewon said, feeling like her tongue had turned into a piece of candy, heavy and clumsy against her cheek.
"I got it," Yoona said.
"Okay," Haewon said. "You should get to sleep. Performance tomorrow."
Yoona laughed, then, an odd, hollow little sound. It was unfair, Haewon thought, how she could still look beautiful like this, the dark purple rings around her eyes so deep that it looked like someone had punched them in. "Yeah, I got it, unnie."
Haewon blinked. Then, despite herself, she stepped a little closer so her hip was level with Yoona's shoulder, and her hands found the slopes of Yoona's jaw, and she watched as Yoona's eyes fluttered closed. She had indulged her - maybe a little too much - when Yoona had first joined the company, small and awkward and sticking to Haewon like gum, clinging on to her after practice and slotting herself under her covers. Yoona had long outgrown all of that, now that she had been set loose into the world of debuted girls and boys and all the people who would much more freely love her back.
But it was like muscle memory, the way she moved to press her cheek to the curve of Haewon's hip, lifting her hands to push her shirt up and paw at the pale skin there. Haewon watched the rise and fall of her chest, the shine of her eyelashes.
"Unnie," Yoona breathed, finally, the question heavy in her voice.
Haewon shook her head. She tucked Yoona's hair behind her ears and tasted metal on her tongue, stepping back into the safety of the TV light. Yoona looked back up at her like a wounded animal. Her lips were wet.
"Get to sleep."
After they run off stage, Haewon can feel it still, the adrenaline rushing through her veins like a river, the thousands and thousands of people screaming their names echoing in her ears like thunder claps.
Yoona plops down into one of the plastic chairs beside her. The next group is already taking the stage, and Haewon imagines that the cheers are softer, less enthusiastic, more pitying.
Yoona is already on her phone. Maybe texting someone, maybe checking Twitter for photos of themselves. The question is answered quickly when Yoona turns her phone screen and holds it up in front of her so Haewon can see past the privacy filter. There's a video of Haewon making a fool of herself on stage, pretending to be awestruck by Yoona - by Sullyoon. They were told to make the performances interactive, to stir up the crowd, so Haewon did. On the small phone screen, Yoona - Sullyoon - giggles, hand on her hip as she flushes bright red.
A Kakaotalk notification pops up on the top of the screen from one Junghyun, with a little star emoji by the side, asking where Yoona's going to be tonight and whether he should drive over. Yoona jerks the phone back into her lap, worrying her lip between her teeth.
"Tell him you're busy tonight." Haewon says, as Yoona's fingers freeze mid-assault on her screen, the sound of her acrylic nails on the screen like construction work in Haewon's ears. The adrenaline is already sluicing away, replaced by something Haewon would be loath to identify. But she's just being a leader. Their leader.
Yoona turns to look at her.
"He's just a friend from middle school," Yoona says, and Haewon can tell that she's being honest, even more so by the way she's smiling, like she's hit a chink in Haewon's armour. "Jinsol knows him too. We're just going to catch up 'cause we don't come here often."
Realistically, any male friend of Yoona's who has any interest at all in girls would not think of her as just a friend. But Yoona knows this, so Haewon doesn't have to say it. And it's not like Haewon doesn't have her own friends, those who started asking her out for dinners after she got into the habit of wearing contacts and putting on makeup, bringing odd bouquets of flowers to their meet-ups at arcades or by the Han river.
In the time Haewon takes to shake out the junk that's made its way into her brain, Jinsol has magically appeared beside them, back from downing a whole bottle of gatorade.
"Be careful tonight," Haewon turns to Jinsol, away from Yoona. She tries to imagine what she looks like now - smug and a little curious, like she still hasn't figured Haewon out.
Jinsol nods, eyes flicking from Yoona to Haewon, and back to Yoona. The video is still playing on loop on Yoona's screen.
Haewon knows it - the harder it is to get her affection, the more Yoona wants it. She's just the same, after all. This tug of war has been deadlocked in Haewon's direction for long enough that it's almost become the equilibrium, and Yoona hasn't tried to disturb it for a long time.
That's when Yoona's hand finds her wrist, and she hears Yoona ask, "Why, unnie? Don't tell me you're jealous?" Jealous of her, jealous of her foolish, impulsive freedom, or of Junghyun, Yoona doesn't say. Will never say. It'd upset the balance.
When she was younger, Haewon used to think that fame would feel always like butterflies, that adoration was simple and straight-forward. That she would always be happy, basking in attention and singing and dancing to get it. It turned out that fame involved a lot of smiling when she felt like dying inside and throwing up into waiting room sinks. So it doesn't surprise her that love is a lot like that too. There's no prince in waiting, or even a guy with puppy eyes who's happy when she's happy and tells her she never has to work a day in her life and doesn't have to worry about anything at all, darling. Instead, all there is is Yoona in a plastic chair, her entire face softening all at once at the look in Haewon's eyes.
"Unnie," she's saying, pleading a little, as Haewon makes to stand up, resolutely not looking at Yoona.
"Sure I am," Haewon says, quietly, as their tour bus arrives.
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