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girlsfest2025-02-17 06:00 pm
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[FILL] come recognize me (anywhere)
(Anonymous) 2025-03-03 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)Tags: Canon compliant (idolverse), Canon Divergent (I mess with their promotion timelines to make them meet <3)
Permission to Remix: Yes
CW: This fic starts strongly with references to a near miss of a fainting spell, slightly disordered eating (specifically not eating, being conscious of eating, and its consequences) but nothing major or serious is depicted. Please lmk if you think I should be tagging this in greater detail!
This got too long so here's the link (https://archiveofourown.org/works/63556315) to the rest of the fic, it's also better read on Ao3 for formatting purposes x
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Lights. Flickering. Or maybe. Maybe just her vision?
Just her vision.
One second—an eternity—a breath—hand around her wrist. Close your eyes. Open them. Fluorescent lights may make your head hurt but they’ll ground you in reality. Ground—tile beneath her feet. Beneath inserts and heels.
Hand around her wrist, connected to body. Body, face, eyes, a pair of them. Kind eyes, there and gone in a flash. Black pupils, black night closing in—blink, focus, breathe, cling to life—fluorescent lighting, black pupil, brown iris. Irises. An eye—dark midnight sky—a pair of eyes, kind. Wrinkled- in concern.
Chaeyeon-ssi. Chaeyeon-ssi.
Chaeyeon-ssi.
Chaeyeon-ssi?
Chaeyeon-ssi-
Silence, ringing, deafening-
“Oh? Chaeyeon-ah?” That voice—
—hand around her wrist—warm, soft, burning , water in her lungs, breath—
—Chaeyeon breathes. Her eyes blink open. On the wall, the clock ticks to the next minute. The woman who was just at the opposite end of the hallway has now only reached the middle. Not a single person breaks their busy pace.
Chaeyeon breathes.
No one pays her any mind, except two people at either side– one, her kind manager.
The other—
“Unnie,” Chaeyeon breathes. Oxygen in her lungs—relief, burning, then cloying, sticky-sweet.
Eunbi’s doe eyes blink up at her.
She’s standing slightly behind Chaeyeon, now that she can take in their sudden proximity, Eunbi’s miraculous presence—
—How? How did that happen?
She's standing slightly behind Chaeyeon, and her body faces the opposite direction. Near-mirror images, always; almost symmetrical, not quite. Always missing each other. Eunbi stands just behind her, facing the other way, as if she had stopped mid-stride. Her hand extended awkwardly, like she’d reached behind to grasp at Chaeyeon—like she’d glossed over her face as they’d crossed paths in the busy hallway, registering a moment too late.
Chaeyeon wonders what that feels like—for her body not to be cosmically vibrating on the same frequency as the subject of her affection–obsession? Sometimes it feels like an obsession.
If I hadn’t just been about to faint, she thinks, mildly, the past minute properly catching up to her, I would have felt you from rooms away.
That’s on her, though, on her obsession. She’s nothing close to the object of Eunbi’s affection, can’t expect any degree of devotion. An afterthought, though—that she can deal with being. The hand wrapped around her wrist had still reached out, and touched. Held them together, in this rippling current of bodies.
“Chaeyeon-ah,” Eunbi says reproachfully, stepping closer. A couple of feet past her, her manager checks her watch. Chaeyeon’s eyes track the motion, slowly—any faster and she’s at risk of nearly fainting again. “Yah, are you okay? Have you eaten?”
It takes her back instantly—
—different waiting rooms, varying sizes, changing seasons, ever-present longing in her heart. Take me back, it whispers, and with an equal ferocity clamps down on the thought. Don’t let nostalgia rule you. She cannot let nostalgia rule her, not when it comes back at every turn, a familiar, beloved face cropping up once every two months, not when Eunbi is right there, appearing when she least expects it—
Stop it.
“I’m- I was on my way to lunch,” says Chaeyeon.
Her manager clicks her tongue at her side, pressing a palm to the nape of her neck. The touch makes her flinch; the room shifts and sharpens, like someone’s put her glasses on moments after she’s blinked awake, only half-conscious and not realising how lacking her vision was, blurring her periphery while hyper-focusing on the dramatically beautiful face in front of her, as it’s tragically used to—horribly conditioned to.
“The food’s ready, Chaeyeon-ssi,” her manager says, rubbing circles into her back. “I didn’t realise you’d been pushing yourself so much. Do you need the medical room?”
Chaeyeon shakes her head, as gently as she can. Not one person in this hall would let this experience linger, entirely too familiar with their variety.
“Just need to eat. I didn’t realise, either, unnie,” she says, to her manager, but she’s still looking at Eunbi, who’s already stepping back, melting back into the current she’d parted for them, for Chaeyeon, just for the duration of those precious few moments—enough. More than enough. Benevolent in an unthinking way, always. It’s always been the most fatal thing about her, for Chaeyeon.
“Eat,” Eunbi says, eyes lingering, as do the pads of her fingertips. Light brush, bruising touch. “I’ll come by in a bit. You’d better be alright, then.”
“Yes, leader-nim,” Chaeyeon says, faintly, a weak smile tugging at her lips, but Eunbi has already been swallowed back up.
Chaeyeon feels her until they both exit at opposite ends of the hall, until there are two doors between them—and even then, still.
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Still—the knock on her dressing room comes as a surprise.
Eunbi’s careless kindness means she makes a lot of promises she plans to follow through on, and very few she values as much as the people she makes them to. Chaeyeon is by far her worst victim—but of her own accord, solely. No one had asked her to be this way. Chaeyeon climbed every step down in full awareness of her descent.
She’s curled up on the couch, having freshly eaten. Vegetables, then beef, then a carefully portioned third of her rice, though she felt she was justified in sneaking some extra, what with the near miss. No one had said anything—they’re all somewhere on the same sea, riding the same currents, short distances apart—near enough to understand. To enforce at some times, to empathise at others.
No one had said anything. Chaeyeon trusts them—her mind is at rest. She’s nearly dozing off on the couch, waiting for pre-recording to begin, choreography beating out an unceasing thrum under her skin, almost soothing, when the knock comes.
"One second," Chaeyeon calls out, blinking awake, feet landing hard on the floor as she sits up. She stands, tugging her pants up over her safety shorts.
The knock comes again, a playful beat that skips in time with her heartbeat as she thinks: It can’t be.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before, Chaeyeon-ah," Eunbi calls through the door, lilting in that oh-so familiar manner.
Chaeyeon flies to her feet, more feather-like than any choreography execution she’s been praised for. The only person with her in the room right now is her hair stylist, packing up her kit, and she only smiles, amused.
The door opens to reveal Eunbi’s impish grin, so ill-fitting on that hauntingly beautiful face. Her hand goes up to Chaeyeon's lightly curled hair, tugging at a strand mournfully. "I can’t believe this. I didn’t get the chance to say it just now, but– you dyed it again?"
Chaeyeon doesn't grace this with a response—just wraps an arm around Eunbi's waist, tugging her close until she melts into Chaeyeon.
Their meeting just an hour ago feels like one of Chaeyeon’s familiar dreams, with how out of it she had been, waking over and over in the span of moments, heart still weak and mind still flickering in and out of function.
Her heart feels weak for another reason entirely, now, a familiar, shameful one. Her mind is healthy, racing ahead.
Foolish heart, falling back into old patterns—a known rhythm, a risky one. She doesn't bother praying for Eunbi not to hear it—if she never has before, she won't start now.
"Unnie," she mumbles into Eunbi's hair.
Re: [FILL] come recognize me (anywhere)
(Anonymous) 2025-03-03 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)