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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.
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Prompts and fills have to center around K-pop girl group member(s). This includes:
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- Female soloists
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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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Characters/Ship: lesserafim sakura/lee chaeyeon
Tags: post-produce48, canon compliant
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[FILL] never really had it in me (did i, did i, did i?)
Tags: canon compliant, taeyeon-centric
Permission to Remix: Yes
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A/N: inspired by taeyeon and tiffany sharing a room again during snsd's 15th anniversary comeback. i feel like i messed up the purpose of the prompt a little bit and i'm sorry for that ;_;
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There are a lot of moments I was thankful to Tiffany, but if I had to choose one, it was when I didn't go out of the house for over a week, and she told me you could become depressed if you keep this up and dragged me out. After I got some air, I was in a better mood. Her existence lifts my mood up.
— Kim Taeyeon, 2014.
What kind of friend is Tiffany to Taeyeon? Very little needs to be said about Tiffany. She's a friend I need. A world without her would be dull—to me, it would be as if all happiness disappeared.
— Kim Taeyeon, 2015.
It’s all fun and games in the morning.
When Tiffany loses rock paper scissors and ends up in last place, Taeyeon laughs and assures her that everything is okay, that the bedroom they’ll have to share won’t be that bad.
“Maybe one of you should sleep in the toilet instead,” Hyoyeon jokes as they make their way upstairs, and Taeyeon can’t help but let out a giggle behind her fist as Tiffany’s face drops, looking every bit like an abandoned puppy in the rain. “It’s a very… intimate space.”
“You’ll grow really close in there,” Sunny adds to the teasing, because of course she would. Tiffany stands with her hand on the doorknob, wearing a pout on her lips. Taeyeon feels something akin to butterflies tickling her insides.
And, when the door finally opens, Taeyeon’s stomach drops.
—
Reviving old memories is an essential part of a reunion.
Taeyeon knows that, was aware of it when she signed the contract for a reunion comeback packed with all sorts of TV appearances and a reality show of their own, just like the old days.
There’s no way she was going to say no to that. Not when all of the members gave their all to match their schedules, turned down opportunities that could step up their solo careers, all for this moment of bliss—to step in front of the world and claim, proudly so, that they’re still one.
And she’s is their leader, after all. That gnawing sense of responsibility has never left her shoulders, stuck to her subconscious and controlling all of her decisions, even after all those years.
“So, you said yes, right?” Yerim asked her over dinner a week after the initial meeting for their return, to which Taeyeon only offered her a sly smirk, continuing to stuff her mouth with food. “Come on, unnie! Can’t you tell me?”
Taeyeon shook her head and pretended to zip her mouth, but her smile was growing bigger and bigger the more Yerim flashed those huge, curious eyes at her.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Yerim concluded, and when Taeyeon was about to protest, Yerim furrowed her eyebrows and leaned over the table, trying to get as close to Taeyeon as she could with a plate in front of her. “But, unnie, aren’t you a bit worried?”
Taeyeon might’ve looked as if Yerim spoke to her in a dead language, because before she had a chance to question what Yerim meant, she continued, “Tiffany unnie. You liked her, right? Back in the day.”
Taeyeon’s world ends right then and there.
That same sense is what has kept her from living her life to the fullest, although if asked, Taeyeon wouldn’t hesitate to claim that she would do it all again—crucified and exposed and belittled by an entire country multiple times, all for the sake of the group.
Still, now that she’s older, she’s starting to see how much of a toll all that company-induced selflessness took on her.
There’s no reason for a simple question from one of her closest friends to cause that much harm. No reason for her hands to start shaking and for her heart to start racing over being seen, being known.
And Taeyeon would never be mean to Yerim, would rather die than to do so, so she chooses to be mean to herself instead.
There’s a thin line between selflessness and self-hatred. Taeyeon hasn’t learnt how to dance around it, doubts she ever will.
—
Night comes, the cameras turn off, and then it’s just her and Tiffany in the dark of a small bedroom that can barely fit a double bed in.
It’s 2022 and 2015 and 2007 all at once and Taeyeon can’t breathe.
The words Tiffany told her while they were still being filmed for the reality show echo in Taeyeon’s brain, haunting her, tearing her apart from the inside out, throwing salt in the wounds that should’ve healed by now.
We are destined to be together, Tiffany said while holding her hands, knees touching, staring deep into her eyes with a desperation Taeyeon isn’t used to see in them. You remain positive while I’m negative. You continue to love me despite everything I do wrong, and for that, I love you.
Taeyeon, unsurprisingly, remained quiet for most of it. She nodded, made a few jokes here and there, but that was it. Tiffany is the bravest out of the two of them, has been from day one, and Taeyeon admires her for it—even though that bravery has a tendency to rip Taeyeon’s heart out of her chest, to leave her bleeding out on the floor.
That same bravery that Taeyeon is so fond of is the same one that made them drift away from each other. Taeyeon still recalls it, that fateful last night they spent together in their old shared apartment, hours before Tiffany would get on a plane to the US and take pieces of Taeyeon’s soul she isn’t sure she ever got back, doubts it’s even possible at this point.
Maybe that’s why Yerim knows, Taeyeon concludes. Anyone could see how much of a mess Taeyeon was after Tiffany left, although she tried her best to keep what was left of her composure and self-worth.
Yerim, Kibum, the rest of the girls—they knew. How could they not?
But Taeyeon, stubborn and with years of rehearsed altruism weighing down on her back, would always slip out of their attempts to comfort her. She doesn’t know how to be taken care of.
Except—
“Kim Taeyeon, you’re not oversleeping, are you?” Tiffany said through the phone, and although Taeyeon couldn’t see her, she knew there was a frown on her face from the tone of her voice. “I don’t want you going back to bad habits.”
“Yah, you’re not my mother,” Taeyeon replied in an attempt to sound annoyed. Tiffany won’t buy it, Taeyeon knows she won’t, but hey, it’s worth a try. “Stop nagging me.”
Tiffany scoffs, but there’s a hint of laughter—and undeniable tenderness—in her voice when she speaks again, “If I don’t, who will?”
Fuck, Taeyeon thinks, burying her face into the pillow. She realizes, with horror, that at thirty-three years of age, she doesn’t know how to be a regular person without the woman sleeping peacefully next to her.
Tiffany is brave. She came to Korea as a teenager, all by herself, with nothing but dreams in her bag, and then didn’t hesitate before going back to the US when the whole idol thing didn’t make sense to her anymore—all while Taeyeon stayed at the same place, in more ways than one.
Now Tiffany is here again, sharing a bed with her as if they’re 20-somethings again, drowning Taeyeon in gentle words and physical affection and so, so much love, and Taeyeon doesn’t know what to make of it.
Does she even have the right to bask in the warmth of Tiffany’s attention, still? Or the time to do something about, after wasting so much of it?
Taeyeon shoves her trembling hands under her pillow and sighs. It’s past two in the morning and they need to be up and ready by eight. She doubts she’ll be able to get any sleep at this point, chooses to make peace with the thought of surviving on caffeine for the rest of the day instead.
She was about to leave the bed to get a cup of water—and let some very needed fresh air fill her lungs—when a gentle hand rested on her shoulder, startling her as if she’d been burnt.
“M’sorry,” Tiffany whispers sheepishly, rubbing her eyes as a yawn escapes from her lips. Then, to Taeyeon’s terror, she scoots closer to her, as if their bodies aren’t basically on top of each other already. “Can’t sleep?”
There’s no way Tiffany can’t feel how fast Taeyeon’s heart is beating inside her chest, not when they’re this close, but Taeyeon tries to play it cool anyway. “Mhm. I think the whole reality show thing got me agitated.”
Tiffany takes a while to answer, and for a solid minute Taeyeon thinks she fell asleep again. She breathes out in relief, prepares herself to get up again, but then Tiffany’s arms are around her waist and her breath is tickling her shoulder and, god, Taeyeon never knew how to shy away from this, nor did she ever try to learn.
Taeyeon knows she should come up with an excuse, a simple I need to go to the bathroom would suffice, but her body melts into Tiffany’s embrace as if she’s eighteen again and it would be a sin to deny herself of this.
She needs it—the care, the doting, the proximity, all of it. Taeyeon needs Tiffany, always has, always will, whether she should or not.
—
Hours later, Taeyeon wakes up from a dream filled with messy kisses, sweet nothings being whispered in her ear, and hope.
She was the brave one in it, for a change. Took Tiffany by the hand and told her you are the one, you always have been.
But when she opens her eyes and every piece of her being aches with longing when she realizes that Tiffany isn’t by her side anymore, Taeyeon realizes she still has a long, painful way to go.
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oh the panic in this sentence alone is so palpable. the rush of feelings and memories... taeyeon!!!!
I'M INSANE... YOU'RE INSANE.... HOLY SHIT the heartache and tenderness here man taeyeon!!! great work!!!!!
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thank you so much for reading and for leaving the prompt too!! really glad you liked it <3
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