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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!
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