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misc girlsfest scraps
May. 7th, 2025 10:58 pmmiscellaneous 2nd-5th gen girl group fic scraps from girlsfest attempts. might clean up/complete the gyulheon, might reuse the yunah/jeemin + yunah/minju lines for future yunjeeminju triangulationa ttempt, but nothing certain abt it. this is somewhere between wip amnesty and the regular wip/snippet post lol.
kara, jiyoung/youngji, 38 words. prompt.
fromis_9, gyuri/jiheon, 628 words. prompt.
One foot in, the other halfway out the door until she left. There were no hard feelings, only the cold hard truth that Gyuri dreamt of something else more than she dreamt of the idol life and sharing her rooms and beds and every moment with eight other girls.
Just like how Gyuri puts her own wants first, so does Jiheon.
Selfishly relentless; it had been written off when she was younger, her vying for Gyuri’s attention. It had been cute, puppyish, once. Something to be laughed off, never quite uncomfortably so, but made into something small and insignificant.
It had broken Gyuri’s heart when she realised just how true Jiheon’s words were, how she had consciously blurred the edges in the months leading up to her departure.
Between the lines everything Jiheon said and did screamed at anyone willing to see: ‘Notice me. See me. Look back at me. Don’t you dare forget me, or leave me behind.’ all of it aimed at the same person.
Jiheon continues promoting. Does her lives, goes to her classes.
Her body taken over by the heady rush of being on stage, an extra smile to a camera held high. She smiles and thinks, ‘Don’t you stop watching me.’
[...]
“I saw you, on that show,” Gyuri says, her voice warm, a hint of a rasp. “Just a few cuts, here and there… your unnies didn’t try to keep you in check, did they? Our little Jiheonie, dancing like that.”
‘Did you really?’ Jiheon doesn’t ask. Doesn’t dare to. Jiheon has looked up some snippets herself already, wonders what else is being circulated online. From what Gyuri says, she did see at least a moment.
Jiheon hadn’t done anything too extraordinary, nothing that would damage her reputation, but the weight of the upcoming departure from their label weighed heavy on her shoulders — she danced, moved her body, drank well. There had been a pleasant buzz beneath her skin that night, blocking out the noise of her regular thoughts.
She had touched herself beneath the sheets when she got home, buzzed and dazed until sleep took her over, her thighs still sticky when she woke up the morning after. She had missed the idea of Gyuri in her room more on nights like that, even when she knew she had been far too young when they roomed together.
Normal college student Baek Jiheon, out with friends. Is this what it looked like on those rare occasions too?
She had played a slightly dangerous game, but it was also something that could just be shrugged off. Laughed off, like another silly drunken thing.
‘I only kissed her on the cheek, unnie,’ Jiheon considers saying. She doesn’t know if Gyuri saw that part too. It had popped up in her own feed though; the chants of her name, the split-second decision.
Gyuri laughs. A soft, low sound. Honey-filled; Jiheon could sink into it.
[...]
“You were always the best of us,” Gyuri says
It had taken Gyuri years to get past the guilt she felt at making Jiheon this way, as if it could have ever been like that. It had taken Jiheon time to convince her that the feelings she carried in her heart were hers and hers all alone.
illit, wonhee/iroha, 141 words. lost prompt.
“We literally are not,” Wonhee says, a repeat from last year, “it doesn’t work like that, Roha.”
Iroha gives her a look. “It really does, unnie.”
Cute, Wonhee thinks again.
Korean lies a little awkwardly in her mouth every now and then, a little muddled and soft in the wrong places.
“Why does it matter so much to you?”
r u next?/illit/izna, yunah/jeemin, yunah/minju, 30 words. prompt.
Yunah is extroverted, loves being around people, always seeking them out and befriending them fast.
kara, jiyoung/youngji, 38 words. prompt.
tags: canon ambiguous?
Jiyoung splits her time between Korea and Japan not quite equally, but close enough. Youngji is glad to catch up with her whenever she’s home (in Youngji’s eyes), or go visit her when she’s home (Jiyoung’s lived reality).fromis_9, gyuri/jiheon, 628 words. prompt.
tags: canonverse, yearning, author is a one trick pony
‘Makdingie,’ Gyuri calls her to this day. It is in text more often than in person, something that leaves Jiheon wishing to chase after that fluttering feeling in her chest every moment she can, that reminder of their time together. She misses Gyuri’s voice in their shared bedroom, in the shared dorm, in the evenings spent on the living room’s couch. It seems so long ago now. It is long ago now — since then she’s roomed with Nagyung, then alone, and then Gyuri moved out.One foot in, the other halfway out the door until she left. There were no hard feelings, only the cold hard truth that Gyuri dreamt of something else more than she dreamt of the idol life and sharing her rooms and beds and every moment with eight other girls.
Just like how Gyuri puts her own wants first, so does Jiheon.
Selfishly relentless; it had been written off when she was younger, her vying for Gyuri’s attention. It had been cute, puppyish, once. Something to be laughed off, never quite uncomfortably so, but made into something small and insignificant.
It had broken Gyuri’s heart when she realised just how true Jiheon’s words were, how she had consciously blurred the edges in the months leading up to her departure.
Between the lines everything Jiheon said and did screamed at anyone willing to see: ‘Notice me. See me. Look back at me. Don’t you dare forget me, or leave me behind.’ all of it aimed at the same person.
Jiheon continues promoting. Does her lives, goes to her classes.
Her body taken over by the heady rush of being on stage, an extra smile to a camera held high. She smiles and thinks, ‘Don’t you stop watching me.’
[...]
“I saw you, on that show,” Gyuri says, her voice warm, a hint of a rasp. “Just a few cuts, here and there… your unnies didn’t try to keep you in check, did they? Our little Jiheonie, dancing like that.”
‘Did you really?’ Jiheon doesn’t ask. Doesn’t dare to. Jiheon has looked up some snippets herself already, wonders what else is being circulated online. From what Gyuri says, she did see at least a moment.
Jiheon hadn’t done anything too extraordinary, nothing that would damage her reputation, but the weight of the upcoming departure from their label weighed heavy on her shoulders — she danced, moved her body, drank well. There had been a pleasant buzz beneath her skin that night, blocking out the noise of her regular thoughts.
She had touched herself beneath the sheets when she got home, buzzed and dazed until sleep took her over, her thighs still sticky when she woke up the morning after. She had missed the idea of Gyuri in her room more on nights like that, even when she knew she had been far too young when they roomed together.
Normal college student Baek Jiheon, out with friends. Is this what it looked like on those rare occasions too?
She had played a slightly dangerous game, but it was also something that could just be shrugged off. Laughed off, like another silly drunken thing.
‘I only kissed her on the cheek, unnie,’ Jiheon considers saying. She doesn’t know if Gyuri saw that part too. It had popped up in her own feed though; the chants of her name, the split-second decision.
Gyuri laughs. A soft, low sound. Honey-filled; Jiheon could sink into it.
[...]
“You were always the best of us,” Gyuri says
It had taken Gyuri years to get past the guilt she felt at making Jiheon this way, as if it could have ever been like that. It had taken Jiheon time to convince her that the feelings she carried in her heart were hers and hers all alone.
illit, wonhee/iroha, 141 words. lost prompt.
tags: canonverse, fluff
“We’re the same age now,” Iroha says, clearly pleased with the development. Wonhee looks at her, thinks their youngest a little odd and mostly cute. Iroha is always cute, so different from what she was like onstage — as a trainee, more so than as an idol — to what she’s like off-stage. This whole age thing, though, is a bit silly. Just because she’s born in February while Wonhee’s birthday isn’t until early summer doesn’t actually make them equal in age.“We literally are not,” Wonhee says, a repeat from last year, “it doesn’t work like that, Roha.”
Iroha gives her a look. “It really does, unnie.”
Cute, Wonhee thinks again.
Korean lies a little awkwardly in her mouth every now and then, a little muddled and soft in the wrong places.
“Why does it matter so much to you?”
r u next?/illit/izna, yunah/jeemin, yunah/minju, 30 words. prompt.
tags: canonverse, being rivals is the most romantic thing, triangulations
When Yunah declared Jeemin to be her rival, Minju had felt a little put off.Yunah is extroverted, loves being around people, always seeking them out and befriending them fast.
