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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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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
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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
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[FILL] i am on a lonely road, traveling
Tags: childhood friends to situationship to ex-situationship, jihyo drives in this one, jeongyeon is a musician, 90s nostalgia, radio is alive long live radio, demos on cassette tapes, burnout-induced writers block, jihyo is an insomniac who dreams strangely
Permission to Remix: Yes
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she can’t tell me that all the love songs have been written
‘cause she’s never been in love with you before
-lisa loeb, sandalwood
Something stills in Jihyo’s chest the moment she recognizes the song that’s playing on the radio—she hasn’t heard this song in ages, much less on the radio, completely unsummoned. Suddenly, her car smells like her old room at her parents’ house again, and she’s on the floor rewinding that poor cassette, plastic gears grinding against the tape.
If she closes her eyes—which she can’t at the moment, because she’s driving—she knows for certain that she can still conjure a frighteningly accurate image of Jeongyeon in her faded flannel and her short, eternally ruffled hair, pouty as she tries to get the chords to Lisa Loeb right.
Sure, it’s been a decidedly long time since those younger days—for one, Jeongyeon no longer fumbles around with an old guitar. In fact, the last time Jihyo saw her—if it counts as “seeing her”—was when she chanced upon Jeongyeon’s show when she played in a nearby venue. It had been so packed, Jihyo didn’t have the chance to say hi.
But no matter—what’s important now is that these days, Jeongyeon’s song plays every now and then. And today, it’s right after this Lisa Loeb song, too.
Always it brings Jihyo back to that afternoon when she turned fifteen: Hey Jihyo, Jeongyeon had said, listen to this. I’m playing a song for you. Happy birthday.
=
Sometimes, Jihyo dreams that Jeongyeon sends her song snippets on occasion. Jihyo-ya, the notes would begin.
Come out and play, why don’t you?
=
Over the years, Jeongyeon’s voice takes on a fuller, deeper tone–more solid than the one Jihyo remembers spending hours on end over the phone with, splitting hairs over neverending formulae and equations and what-not. More serious. But even then, still managing that distinct shade of affection that never fails to tug at Jihyo’s heart.
How does she manage all that? Jihyo wonders.
And besides, it’s not even that she doesn’t want to write—it’s that she can’t. The last few years have stretched her to exhaustion and her burnout has just spawned a creative drought that she has never felt before.
Is she terrified? Of course. Does Jeongyeon know? Not her burden to carry.
But still—it’s not like Jihyo has to say anything. Call it an unspoken arrangement. Jihyo doesn’t reach out; Jeongyeon is probably too busy for all that.
But sometimes, Jihyo can’t help but imagine Jeongyeon just showing up at her place one day–Jagiya, she’d croon at the door, you haven’t changed your code.
(You’re stupid, Jihyo says in her head, it’s so you could always open it.)
=
The door has stayed shut all these years. Not that Jihyo blames Jeongyeon—it must be a busy life, traveling to promote her music and perform for crowds. And with Jihyo unable to write—long story short, she’d just weigh Jeongyeon down.
The last thing Jeongyeon needs, Jihyo thinks. Life goes on—it doesn’t have to be so complicated.
This is not that story.
=
Jihyo breathes out as soon as she gets off the highway. Escaping the busy gridlock of the city always brings her a measure of relief, and tonight is no different—after all, nothing beats home and this stretch of road is the last leg of a long drive.
She can almost imagine it—a warm bath and a cold bottle of beer, maybe some late night tv if there’s anything good on. Maybe some new writing, in case inspiration strikes.
Who am I kidding, she chuckles to herself, there would be no writing.
There hasn’t been any writing for years.
Inside her car, it is quiet—nothing but the DJ on the radio reading out some random greetings from listeners, and the chatter inside Jihyo’s head. Once upon a time, Jihyo and Jeongyeon had been avid phone callers, too, pestering their local DJ with song requests and shout-outs using the phone in Jihyo’s room.
And—this just in—-we’ve got a phone-in Valentine’s Day greeting! Well, we haven’t had many of those recently, yeah? Anyway! Happy, happy Valentine’s Day to our friend, Park Jihyo! If you’re listening—your best friend Yoo Jeongyeon says hi! Thank you for tuning into–
Jihyo reaches over to shut the radio off, shaky hand and all, torn between disbelief and, despite all efforts to shake it out—a tiny spark of an old feeling.
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Hey Jihyo, I’d love to pick your brain sometime—have you listened to the tape I sent you? Stop, rewind, repeat. Hey Jihyo, I’d love to pick your brain— Stop, rewind, play. Hey Jihyo, I’d love to— Stop, rewind. Hey Jihyo, I’d love— Stop. Breathe. Rewind. I’d love—
Love–
=
Jihyo trudges into her door with heavy footsteps, feeling her exhaustion peeling away from her as she enters her room. The drive has been long, and she feels absolutely sticky from the heat and the traffic.
Her head has been nothing but echoes of that Valentine’s greeting in her car—absolutely unexpected and out-of-the-blue, considering they haven’t been talking at all.
And what were the chances, even?? Jihyo thinks, walking to her fridge for a bottle of water. That I would be tuned in at that very moment?
Jeongyeon would have called it fate.
(Younger Jihyo would have, too. But tonight, Jihyo gives the feeling a moment before brushing it off.)
=
Sleep evades her. Which is not uncommon these days—Jihyo’s insomnia attacks are a necessary companion of her stress levels, and lately they’ve been coming more often than not. Most times, she’d spend these nights trawling through dramas on the television—doctors and firemen and lawyers lulling her to sleep eventually, most times with the sun already rising.
That night, however—that night, Jihyo finds herself trawling through her old files, looking for her old tape player, Jeongyeon’s cassette in one hand.
Really, Yoo Jeongyeon, Jihyo curses her in her head, in these modern times, you just have to send over a cassette. Who even does cassettes these days?? Couldn’t you just have done it like a normal person! A CD, even!
Truth be told, this is how she has managed to put off listening to this demo for as long as she has: from I couldn’t find my player to my player is dead and doesn’t have batteries to oh my god now that I have batteries, where did I keep that player again?
To this moment, now inevitable: Player, meet these double-A’s.
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Hey Jihyo—it’s Jeongyeon.
I know, who gets demos via tapes nowadays, right? I’m sorry—you know me, I’ve always liked talking to this recorder. You know which one! It’s still the old one, just so you know. I hope you remember just how many mixtapes we’ve done on this old girl!
I’m happy that your player’s still working, too. After all, you’re listening to this, yes? Remember how back in the day we always talked about writing a song together and how that somehow just never happened? Yeah, maybe that’s on neither of us, but still. You should know you’re my favorite writer! Always have been, always will be. Are you still writing?
Anyway—you don’t owe me that answer. You don’t even owe me a response to this tape. But you should know, I still write about you—
=
Stop. Breathe. Jihyo stares at the tape recorder, now quietly sitting on her bed. If she hits record at this point—right where this tape is stopped—she’ll be able to write over the rest of Jeongyeon’s tape and never have to listen to the rest of that sentiment.
But then again, a part of her is curious about the music. And yes, the writing, of course—regardless of whether she’s still writing about Jihyo, as she says. It doesn’t matter, Jihyo reminds herself. She’s in a different world altogether.
Jihyo breathes in, setting her fingertip against the play button. Fine, then.
=
–but you don’t want to hear that, I know, so. I know you’re here for the music—well, it’s not much yet. Just a few opening notes on the piano, and a progression I can’t get out of my head. Like you—hah, I’m joking, Jihyo. I mean it. Or maybe half of it.
Anyway. Why am I so nervous? It’s just me and this tape recorder and this really cold hotel room, so. Here you go, jagiya. If you have the words for it—I hope you find it in your heart to send them my way.
I’ll make it worth your while.
=
Jihyo finishes the rest of it slower than intended—she pauses on so many parts, overcome by feeling. Jeongyeon was not kidding when she said she needed the words—she hummed through swathes of it, yet in her head Jihyo almost very clearly hears the words that need to fill those stretches.
Perhaps it’s the insomnia talking, Jihyo figures. By the time she’s done, dawn is already breaking outside her window—a small patch of sky brightening up slowly. In her head, the words start assembling themselves, one after the other—a speed and orderliness that she hasn’t seen in months.
It feels like the clouds are lifting—buoyed by Jeongyeon’s music, no less.
Well, Jihyo sighs, reaching for a pen. We might as well.
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end notes. for your consideration.
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