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lachrymosy) wrote2025-01-08 07:27 pm
lachrymosy) wrote2025-01-08 07:27 pm
The jrzy fic event of 2025!!
Have you ever thought, wow, I wish there were a comment ficathon-style event for a ship that hasn't publicly acknowledged each other in over a decade?
If you have, then you're in luck, because it's here!!
Rules
- What is this?
A comment ficathon for the ship Got7 Jinyoung/Bae Suzy. - Why?
You expect me to believe he's the only Got7 member she doesn't follow for no reason? - How do I participate?
Honestly, however you want, but we can do prompts/fills! Or you can just post a fic directly in the comments. - I'm not in the friend circle you seem to have made this for. Can I still participate?
That would be super unexpected but definitely welcomed! Sure! - Can I include other ships/characters?
Sure, why not? - How long will this be open?
Indefinitely. - I procrastinated for like a year, can I still post?
Honestly that's expected so yeah of course.
For fun, here's the VLive where they were still friends!
masquerade revelers
– Mirrorball, Taylor Swift
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– having already walked out on everyone i ever said i loved, hera lindsay bird
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- King of My Heart, Taylor Swift
gone girl
- I Know the End, Phoebe Bridgers
pieces into place
- Calling Me Back, Irene
- Heya, IVE
Re: pieces into place
Rating: T
Word Count: 1432 (idk how this got so long??)
She sees him before he sees her, because she's running late into the venue after her stiletto heel snagged the hem of her gown and her team had to stitch it up in one of the restrooms with just fifteen minutes to go before the awards ceremony started. By the time she walks into the auditorium, the prelude music has started, and so no one notices her rushing alongside her manager to her assigned table.
But she sees Jinyoung, leaning over to someone who must be part of his team and whispering something in her ear, the creases around his eyes visible even as the lights go down. Thank goodness no one talked him into injecting botox around his eyes—it would ruin his face.
Suzy averts her eyes as she passes his table. He can't see her looking. That would just be embarrassing.
"You good?" asks one of her costars as she slides into her seat, just as the ceremony hosts walk onstage.
"Great," Suzy beams, even though this is a lie. But who's going to call her out on it?
Despite Dispatch, sasaengs, company contracts, and her sister's nosiness, Suzy has kept a lot of secrets in her career.
One secret, which she is definitely not thinking about at the awards ceremony, just like she's not wondering if Jinyoung noticed her walk in:
There was this one time at the JYP building, long after she and Jinyoung had ended their teenaged "relationship," when she saw him waiting outside a practice room and asked if he wanted to go out for a coffee run with her. It wasn't really for any reason—she had started forcing herself to do things independently, a prelude to her eventual departure from the company—except she saw him, and she wanted to get coffee. Truly.
"I always thought about what would have happened," Jinyoung said, sitting in the passenger seat of her car, looking out the windshield. It was pouring rain, a sudden storm that caught them in the middle of the drive back and forced Suzy to pull into a shabby parking lot to wait it out. "If we had dated when we were older, or if we hadn't been in this industry, or if you hadn't been you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Suzy demanded, feigning shock.
His eyes flicked to meet hers. He grinned. "You know what it means."
"Don't you dare put me on a pedestal," Suzy warned. "I'm sick of men treating me like some kind of prize they want to win. It's like you're all threatened by success."
"Mm. And fame, and beauty…" Jinyoung said, tilting his head to one side, half-mocking her, half-amused.
Suzy only hesitated a moment. She'd grown more decisive every year.
He tasted like coffee and the center console of her car jabbed into her stomach and she knew they'd only have these few minutes until the rain cleared up but, for the moment, she slid her tongue over his and gasped into the kiss, running her fingers over the short hair at the nape of his neck and relishing the feeling of a love she could not have.
When they got back he walked cooly into the JYP Building without even glancing back. And that was when Suzy decided she was not going to waste time pining after Park Jinyoung.
He approaches her, by the bar.
"It should have been you," he says.
There's no one else near them, so she can't pretend not to have heard them. This room is mostly empty, as most of the attendees are still in the auditorium, waiting to hear the other awards get announced.
Suzy shrugs. "If I'd won, the public would have slaughtered me for it."
"I think you're past that now," Jinyoung grins. "You're an actress, through and through."
"This is a strange way to greet an old friend," Suzy tells him. She glances at the bartender, who's turned away from them but still seems to be listening. "Come on."
She leads him down a hallway, turning past closed doors until they find themselves in an empty alcove overlooking the entry hall of the venue. They're concealed behind a plant, each of them holding glasses of champagne, and Suzy feels like a caricature of the person she'd once hoped to become.
"You gained weight in the military," she comments, letting her eyes skirt over the form of Jinyoung's body revealed by the cut of his suit.
He smirks. "Based on my Instagram comments, I'd say it's a good look."
"Your Instagram comments are always going to flatter you. The algorithm hides the bad ones." She pauses, suppresses a smile. "But I agree."
He shifts his weight on his feet, bringing him close enough to touch her, though he doesn't. "I thought you'd have more words for me. Since we haven't spoken in so long."
"We? You were the one who stopped talking to me."
No fight, no explanation. The slow fade of a coward. Suzy had resolved never to acknowledge him again in her life.
"Well, what can I do?" he asks.
She smiles, satisfied by her power in this moment. "Apologize," she says, and then she leaves without giving him the chance.
He catches up to her when the ceremony is over, taking hold of her elbow in the crowd of departing guests. "You staying here, or going back to Seoul?"
"Here," she answers. "At the Hyatt."
"Me too," Jinyoung says.
They stand for a moment cocooned in each other's attention.
Why does she tell him her room number? She doesn't know. Or she does. She doesn't want to admit it.
Still, he has to be brave enough to knock. It's 1 AM before he does.
"Sorry," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I had a meeting with my manager, and then I showered and then I realized I never ate dinner—can I come in?"
"If you want," Suzy says, stepping aside.
Her hotel suite befits her status; she also used some hotel rewards points, though that seems irrelevant when there's a hot tub she won't use on the balcony outside and a nice sitting area that she can lead Jinyoung to like she's a princess or something.
He sits on the couch, and she sits next to him. He looks around.
"Did I wake you?" he asks.
She won't admit that she was waiting up for him. He looks stupidly good in his T-shirt, damp hair falling in curls into his eyes. He always looks like he's about to smirk. It's infuriating.
"What did you come here to say to me?" she asks primly, arching an eyebrow.
This time he does smirk, resting his elbow on the back of the sofa and resting his head on his hand. "I came to say I'm sorry, of course."
"You have to mean it."
"I do mean it. I was stupid and young and so insanely jealous of your career, I didn't know how to act around you anymore."
Suzy licks her lips, her eyes dropping involuntarily to his. "At least you can admit it now."
"My pride wouldn't let me," he says, leaning forward a little. "I could barely look you in the eyes."
"Why's that?"
"Too pretty." He's closer, somehow. She can hear him breathing, watch the rise and fall of his chest through the material of his shirt. "But you know that."
"I don't want to hear that I'm pretty," she says, drawn to him like some magnetic force, repelled by a desire to draw it out. "Everyone says that. It's not special."
"What do you want to hear?"
"Apologies."
"Okay," he says. Smirks. "I'm sorry."
He breaks the barrier with his mouth, pressing it flush against hers. His fingers slide through her hair, electrifying every nerve.
His lips part. "I'm sorry," he says into her mouth, kissing her again. She doesn't remember kissing him feeling like this, ricocheting through her with enough force to destroy her resolve to never let him close again. No, no. He should get closer. She can't help herself.
"What are you sorry for?" she gasps. Is she losing or winning this fight? She can't tell right now.
"I'm sorry," he says and now somehow his other hand is searing her bare thigh, dragging along her skin, "that I hurt your feelings."
"Ah," she agrees as he presses his lips into her jawline, her neck. "And?"
"That I didn't apologize sooner."
He grins. Oh, she can't let him get away with this.
"Apologize more," she breathes out, and for once, he finally listens to her.
Re: pieces into place
so many good scenes and THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM!! why is Jay Are Junior Jinyoung such a flirt here, who told him that was ok!! i love the banter - "Don't you dare put me on a pedestal," Suzy warned. "I'm sick of men treating me like some kind of prize they want to win. It's like you're all threatened by success." / "Mm. And fame, and beauty…" Jinyoung said, tilting his head to one side, half-mocking her, half-amused. and "What did you come here to say to me?" she asks primly, arching an eyebrow. / This time he does smirk, resting his elbow on the back of the sofa and resting his head on his hand. "I came to say I'm sorry, of course."... such a delicious back and forth and THAT ENDING! chemistry off the charts ♡ also i love the visual of them in suzy's car in the rain and acting like nothing happened after... when you're not over and never going to be over your ex you dated when you were teenagers... sometimes it's valid!! also i love the way u took the pride/ego parts and overarching desire of the prompts into this... u are truly a writing genius ellie ♡
Re: pieces into place
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need a boy on my arm
want you boy on my arm
- eta, newjeans (misheard lyrics by me but i never stopped thinking about this version)
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au where jinyoung trained at jype but didn't make the cut and he eventually debuted as an actor instead (a la ahn hyoseop). meanwhile suzy continues her idol career with jype and doesn't cross path with jinyoung until years later. please take this from here and do whatever you like ^^
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is this the end for us?
When do I let go?
All you do is blindside me, it's hard to be brave
But when the night cuts into the day, it's your love I crave
I must've thanked my lucky stars too much
They left me sitting in too much dust (Hmm, oh-oh)
You know all my dreams, you were one, so it seemed
And I love you but with you, it's heartache I breathe
You gave it your all, just with everything you took from me
-- autumn, niki
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but why do they say they love you?
wish i could hold your hand
maybe make you understand
i keep thinking
maybe one day i could make you see me
as more than just a friend
- invisible, yuna
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Rating: T
Word Count: 1391
"The thing about love is, what is it? If I say 'I love you,' what do I really mean?"
The sunrise seeps like spilled tea through the soft cotton of sky outside Suzy's window. Half an hour ago she turned on the lamp on her bedside table and it burned her eyes but now it glows pale, barely visible. Sunlight reflects in Jinyoung's irises, giving them a honeyed hue.
"God, Jinyoung," she laughs. "You sound like me."
In a strange reversal of all the other parents Suzy knew, her mother never wanted her to go to graduate school. At least not in America—too far away. Too lonely. What was the point? She'd still need a job when it was done. Suzy had had to enlist her father's help to persuade her, but in the end, she only accepted Suzy's decision when she learned her friend's son was already at the same university. Then she sent Suzy willingly, though Suzy had had no intention of seeing him beyond a perfunctory dinner after she arrived.
"I remember you," Jinyoung had said, smiling as he stirred his bibimbap at a restaurant that looked shabby with age, like it had been built twenty years ago and neglected since. "I remember you used to boss me around."
They'd been seven, maybe eight the last time they saw each other. "Me? I remember it was your friend, Im Jaebum, who was so bossy."
"Then you were in cahoots. Do you like mushrooms?"
Suzy nodded and he began transferring the mushrooms from his bowl to hers.
"Rivalry, maybe," Suzy scoffed. "Do you keep in touch with him?"
Jinyoung shook his head. "My parents keep in touch with his. And yours. And Kim Wonpil's, if you remember him. But," he tilted his head, and shrugged.
"We have our own lives," Suzy supplied. "We can't just do what our parents want."
"I try to do the opposite of what mine want," said Jinyoung, grinning. "As long as they never find out."
Suzy laughed out loud. "Me too," she admitted, unable to stop herself.
Jinyoung shook his head. "Damn it. My mother always said you and I had a lot in common. I hate when she's right."
The problem, according to Jinyoung, was that she was simply too pretty. "It puts guys off," he said, stirring a pot on Suzy's stove.
Suzy looked up from her laptop, headache building behind her eyes. "You don't seem to have a problem with me," she deadpanned.
"I'm immune," he said smoothly. "We grew up together. Here, let's eat this now. Your advisor won't know that you stopped to eat."
"My advisor doesn't care whether I eat or not," Suzy sighed, standing up from the table. "My advisor doesn't remember I exist half the time."
"Still have time to quit," Jinyoung said, piling noodles into a bowl for her.
"And go home?" Suzy laughed. "And prove my mother right?"
"You're right, that's worse." Jinyoung ladled the soup into her bowl and started on his. "But anyway, you don't need to date these losers around here."
"Are you including yourself in that group?"
"Only because I am an idiot who chose to go to graduate school," said Jinyoung pleasantly. "Hey, I can never remember where your silverware is."
"The drawer next to you. You're not an idiot, or a loser."
He handed her a spoon from the drawer and smiled. "I am, though," he said, staring at her a little too long.
Jinyoung was only so positive because he spoke in proportion to his cynicism.
"And because I believe in you more than I believe in myself," he argued. "That's an important part."
"But that doesn't make any sense," Suzy sighed, boots crunching on the last of the snow lingering in the grass outside her apartment building. "I haven't done half of what you've done."
"Haven't you?" Jinyoung questioned, pulling out the keys to his car. He had a modest, previously owned car. Not the kind of thing bought to impress anyone. "You've done a lot."
"I feel like I'm just treading water," Suzy groaned as she plopped into the passenger seat. Her breath fogged in the cold air. Jinyoung climbed in and cranked the engine.
"No one leaves graduate school with a positive self-image," Jinyoung quipped.
"Then why are we doing this," Suzy muttered.
"Because we signed up for it," Jinyoung mused. "Because we hate to quit and we don't want to prove our parents right."
"Because we still think there's a chance of a happy ending."
"That too." He looked over and grinned, eyes crinkling in the corners. "Or maybe it's because you don't want to abandon me here, all alone?"
Suzy rolled her eyes. "Yeah. It's that."
It was summer. Suzy hadn't gone home, remaining instead to languish through hot days as the window unit in her apartment valiantly rattled through a losing battle to cool the place down.
Mid-July Jinyoung returned from Korea with a perm. "It's cool," he said defensively when they met at the bubble tea shop.
"I didn't say anything."
The campus was all but empty. The sun was too hot. Suzy carried a parasol she'd asked her mother to mail her but it did little for the heat; in the end, they retreated to the cavity of Suzy's cinderblock graduate student housing, sitting next to each other on the floor of her bedroom.
"Tell me something," Suzy asked, looking at the blank wall in front of her. "What are we doing?"
Jinyoung fell quiet, the silence only broken by the ice in his cup. He set it on the ground. "What do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean? I mean, why are we acting like high schoolers? Just tell me if you're interested or not."
"Shit, Suzy," Jinyoung sighed, turning toward her. "Are you kidding?"
She bit her lip and looked up. "What?"
"I've been into you the whole time."
Suzy laughed for lack of anything better to do. The room felt too warm, hairs plastered to the nape of her neck, yet goosebumps raised on her arms. "You are a loser, huh?"
"I did tell you," he said. Waited.
A space of a breath, and then, he kissed her.
She told herself she wouldn't act like a silly schoolgirl with a crush.
Three months. The start of fall, summer lasting too long, omen of worse to come. Exams and too many emails and the crushing fear all this work would amount to nothing in the end. Sex in the twin bed that came with student housing, better than she expected, both of them holding their breath when they tried not to make any noise. It would echo through the walls if they did. Gasping, grasping for any mooring in the quiet deep pond of a tiny room, sun dancing through the blinds as if refracted through water.
Lying next to each other afterwards, staring at the ceiling, his fingertips ghosting over the inside of her wrist.
She had so many questions she didn't want to ask.
"If I ever said I loved you, what would you do? Be honest," Jinyoung says.
"I'd wonder what you meant by it," Suzy says.
"See, that's all I'm saying."
She sits up, running her fingers through the long strands of his hair, perm just a memory. He needs a haircut, might not get it unless she pushes. She wonders how long someone as fastidious as Jinyoung would let his hair get with no one to pester him about it.
"I'd wonder if this is just a relationship we'll move on from," she says, "or if the kind of love you're talking about is something that lasts longer."
A small pond, a large ocean. Defined boundaries or an endless horizon. She's always thought she'd undertake the voyage alone.
"Oh," says Jinyoung, frowning. "I meant I'd wonder if I loved you because I hoped you loved me back, or if I could love you the same whether you did or not."
"Hm," Suzy chuckled. "Could you?"
"I don't know that I'm that good at devoting myself to a lost cause."
"You're doing a PhD," Suzy pointed out, laughing.
He laughed too. The waves calmed and the sun grew brighter.
They'd say it someday. It was rising on the horizon, sure and steady as the sun streaming through the window.
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"Damn it. My mother always said you and I had a lot in common. I hate when she's right."
i can't stop laughing!!
it feels so refreshing to read a happy jrzy for once and especially written by you!!! look at what you're capable of!!!
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