The jrzy fic event of 2025!!

[lachrymosy]

✨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!

Comments

[0323]

these girls don't even know you
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

[lachrymosy]

Title: lost causes
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.

[0323]

love this so much!!! love the we-only-hang-out-together-because-we-only-have-each-other trope and especially how spite against their parents kept both of them going lmao

"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!!!