bite-sized fromis fics
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intoparadisei had fun writing these, though i'm not sure what i wanted the original constraints to be. 5 sentences? 100 words? but i exceeded both so i just ended up on short as possible and vibes. i was going to write more but i asked for prompts and no one sent me any and then i didn't. i will probably do more in the future because i still have a few more ideas floating around but i am no closer to finishing my ficmix fic and i think i should be doing that rather than finding other ways to exhaust my daily writing quota (including bouncing from one meaningless dw post in progress to the next)
jiwon/chaeyoung, summer, accidentally swapped phones
“You have the worst ringtone I’ve ever heard,” the phone’s owner (Lee Chaeyoung, wallpaper of her holding an even cuter baby, keeping Jiwon’s phone hostage all afternoon) informs her, matter-of-fact. “You are annoying ringtone girl, right?”
Jiwon is tempted to hang up on her—except that would mean leaving this (frankly, insulting) stranger in possession of her phone forever. “That would be me,” Jiwon says, glumly resigning herself to the unfortunate addition to her reputation. “So what? You hated it so much you couldn’t pick up any of my calls?”
“I’ve been in the arcade. The one on the boardwalk? You get used to it when you keep thinking it’s just one of the games in the background.”
jisun/hayoung, hospital, vampires
“I can find someone else,” Jisun says evenly, even though she’s not certain it’s the truth. Her vision—and by extension, Hayoung’s wide-eyed worry, is starting to go unfocused, water-logged.
“No, don’t!” Hayoung says, all in a rush. Her hand wraps around Jisun’s wrist, warm and overwhelmingly grounding. “You need me.”
Hayoung perches on the edge of the hospital bed, painfully earnest. When she sweeps her hair away to expose the length of her throat, Jisun’s breathing sharpens, her side—the one with nasty gash in it, unable to heal in the last few hours—burns. Her fangs slide out at the faint, sweet scent of Hayoung’s blood. Hayoung tenses as Jisun draws closer—she’s so irrevocably human, face screwing up in anticipation even as she nods for Jisun to continue.
“It’s not that terrible. Just breathe,” Jisun says softly, and leans in.
jiwon/nagyung, airport, fake/pretend dating
Jiwon can feel Nagyung’s eyes on her. She shifts under Nagyung’s gaze, a flighty feeling she can’t name bubbling up in her chest, and Nagyung tsks. “You’re so pretty it’s ticking me off.”
Jiwon opens her mouth, closes it, not used to the compliment—not when it’s from Nagyung, directed at her. There’s no one they need to fool amongst the other people waiting for their flights. Jiwon would’ve expected Nagyung to want to wait until the last possible second to pretend that she has more feelings for Jiwon than just tolerating her, at best.
“Kko-yah,” Jiwon hisses, “you can drop the act.”
Nagyung blinks, surprise flashing in her eyes. “I’m not pretending,” she says, but this time it’s with familiar, weirdly relieving annoyance.
jiwon/jisun, university, road trip
Jiwon knew she was going to be in good hands for their drive back home during the break. Jisun has a lot of opinions on how to plan the perfect trip that Jiwon knows not to mess with. But the best moments, she thinks, are the ones that even Jisun couldn’t possibly foresee, like how Jiwon can delay her turn at the wheel for at least 15 minutes by leaning over to kiss Jisun, who lets it happen, doesn’t even stop her because of her insane schedule for once.
“Yeah, we don’t want to get behind schedule,” Jiwon says when Jisun pulls away and insists that they should get going soon. Jisun squints at the smug expression Jiwon can’t quite hide, unreasonably giddy at the thought of being the sole cause of a hitch in Jisun’s meticulously plotted itinerary.
“For the record, we are not behind schedule,” Jisun says, still slightly breathless. Now she’s the one who looks too pleased with herself but trying not to act like it. “Do you really think I don’t know you?”
Jiwon doesn’t start the car. Instead, she pulls Jisun back in, determined find out just how much time for this—or something along the same lines—Jisun thought she needed to plan for.
jisun/chaeyoung, subway station, selling out
“I didn’t even recognize you,” Chaeyoung says, something sad in her voice.
Jisun’s almost sure Chaeyoung is aware of what she sounds like, how it’s close to the same thing she said before she left, I don’t even recognize you anymore. She’s always been so soft—too soft, Jisun remembers thinking, like it couldn’t be something she could admire—and she looks the part now, her puffy coat pale against the shadow of the metro tunnel.
“Unnie, I never got to apologize for the things I said,” Chaeyoung says. Jisun’s not sure they should be doing this now, in an encounter that was never supposed to happen, if Jisun hadn’t been reckless for once in her life and escaped the watchful eye of her manager, temporarily. Chaeyoung’s eyes dart towards the ground, then back to Jisun, looking regretful, but unfailingly sincere. She’s never been hard enough around the edges to hold a grudge—that’s part of the problem. “I’m sorry. I’m happy one of us could make it.”
I’m not, Jisun thinks, caught off guard by the thought, the viciousness of it.
saerom/gyuri, movie set, caught in the rain
They’ve made do without rain to finish filming all the rain scenes by the time Saerom has the time to visit her on set—and, in a feat of the worst timing ever, the constant overcast lets up and it finally starts pouring.
Saerom’s eyes keep flitting to her, suspiciously shifty under the umbrella Gyuri’s holding over them.
Gyuri slows to a stop. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“Gyul-ah,” Saerom says, already pleading even though Gyuri hasn’t even said anything to dissuade her. “You’re finished filming for today. It’ll be just like in your film.”
Saerom’s hair gleams dark from the downpour. Gyuri looks at the rain and thinks of it as a nuisance; Saerom looks at the same thing and thinks romance. They’ve been together long enough that Gyuri is already unconsciously auditing her initial impression to accommodate the hopeless romantic in Saerom. Gyuri has got to give it to her: what’s there to lose in getting any more soaked? Saerom has always had this particular effect, thawing the rationally oriented part of her in irrational, unexpected ways.
She’s already leaning in, before she’s aware of herself doing it, lowering the umbrella, her other hand snaking around Saerom’s waist. Within moments, water sluices down their faces, between their mouths as Saerom tilts her head to meet her for the kiss.
“Better than in the film, actually,” Gyuri murmurs against her mouth.
seoyeon/nagyung, lake, childhood best friends
Nagyung’s life must be some huge, terrible joke, because she told Chaeyoung last week, I would never, ever think about Seoyeon like that, except here Seoyeon is, stripping out of her clothes, and Nagyung might just be, just a little, thinking about her like that.
Nagyung tears her gaze away from the dip of Seoyeon’s waist, almost stumbling in her haste to turn around. She feels like she’s burning up, everywhere.
“Going to join me anytime soon?” Seoyeon teases from behind her. Nagyung hears the water slosh against the rocky shore as Seoyeon swishes a foot around.
The worst, most infuriating part of this is Nagyung’s never felt quite like this around anyone, much less Seoyeon. Maybe she somehow knew how bad this would be, because she immediately wanted to object when Seoyeon suggested skinny-dipping. Except the problem was—Nagyung has never been able to say no to her, making exceptions for her she would never make for anyone else since they were little.
“Yes—yeah,” Nagyung says again. She desperately hopes the water will somehow cool her off, make her throat any less dry, while somehow knowing it won’t—not with Seoyeon there with her.
notes:
jiwon/chaeyoung, summer, accidentally swapped phones
“You have the worst ringtone I’ve ever heard,” the phone’s owner (Lee Chaeyoung, wallpaper of her holding an even cuter baby, keeping Jiwon’s phone hostage all afternoon) informs her, matter-of-fact. “You are annoying ringtone girl, right?”
Jiwon is tempted to hang up on her—except that would mean leaving this (frankly, insulting) stranger in possession of her phone forever. “That would be me,” Jiwon says, glumly resigning herself to the unfortunate addition to her reputation. “So what? You hated it so much you couldn’t pick up any of my calls?”
“I’ve been in the arcade. The one on the boardwalk? You get used to it when you keep thinking it’s just one of the games in the background.”
jisun/hayoung, hospital, vampires
“I can find someone else,” Jisun says evenly, even though she’s not certain it’s the truth. Her vision—and by extension, Hayoung’s wide-eyed worry, is starting to go unfocused, water-logged.
“No, don’t!” Hayoung says, all in a rush. Her hand wraps around Jisun’s wrist, warm and overwhelmingly grounding. “You need me.”
Hayoung perches on the edge of the hospital bed, painfully earnest. When she sweeps her hair away to expose the length of her throat, Jisun’s breathing sharpens, her side—the one with nasty gash in it, unable to heal in the last few hours—burns. Her fangs slide out at the faint, sweet scent of Hayoung’s blood. Hayoung tenses as Jisun draws closer—she’s so irrevocably human, face screwing up in anticipation even as she nods for Jisun to continue.
“It’s not that terrible. Just breathe,” Jisun says softly, and leans in.
jiwon/nagyung, airport, fake/pretend dating
Jiwon can feel Nagyung’s eyes on her. She shifts under Nagyung’s gaze, a flighty feeling she can’t name bubbling up in her chest, and Nagyung tsks. “You’re so pretty it’s ticking me off.”
Jiwon opens her mouth, closes it, not used to the compliment—not when it’s from Nagyung, directed at her. There’s no one they need to fool amongst the other people waiting for their flights. Jiwon would’ve expected Nagyung to want to wait until the last possible second to pretend that she has more feelings for Jiwon than just tolerating her, at best.
“Kko-yah,” Jiwon hisses, “you can drop the act.”
Nagyung blinks, surprise flashing in her eyes. “I’m not pretending,” she says, but this time it’s with familiar, weirdly relieving annoyance.
jiwon/jisun, university, road trip
Jiwon knew she was going to be in good hands for their drive back home during the break. Jisun has a lot of opinions on how to plan the perfect trip that Jiwon knows not to mess with. But the best moments, she thinks, are the ones that even Jisun couldn’t possibly foresee, like how Jiwon can delay her turn at the wheel for at least 15 minutes by leaning over to kiss Jisun, who lets it happen, doesn’t even stop her because of her insane schedule for once.
“Yeah, we don’t want to get behind schedule,” Jiwon says when Jisun pulls away and insists that they should get going soon. Jisun squints at the smug expression Jiwon can’t quite hide, unreasonably giddy at the thought of being the sole cause of a hitch in Jisun’s meticulously plotted itinerary.
“For the record, we are not behind schedule,” Jisun says, still slightly breathless. Now she’s the one who looks too pleased with herself but trying not to act like it. “Do you really think I don’t know you?”
Jiwon doesn’t start the car. Instead, she pulls Jisun back in, determined find out just how much time for this—or something along the same lines—Jisun thought she needed to plan for.
jisun/chaeyoung, subway station, selling out
“I didn’t even recognize you,” Chaeyoung says, something sad in her voice.
Jisun’s almost sure Chaeyoung is aware of what she sounds like, how it’s close to the same thing she said before she left, I don’t even recognize you anymore. She’s always been so soft—too soft, Jisun remembers thinking, like it couldn’t be something she could admire—and she looks the part now, her puffy coat pale against the shadow of the metro tunnel.
“Unnie, I never got to apologize for the things I said,” Chaeyoung says. Jisun’s not sure they should be doing this now, in an encounter that was never supposed to happen, if Jisun hadn’t been reckless for once in her life and escaped the watchful eye of her manager, temporarily. Chaeyoung’s eyes dart towards the ground, then back to Jisun, looking regretful, but unfailingly sincere. She’s never been hard enough around the edges to hold a grudge—that’s part of the problem. “I’m sorry. I’m happy one of us could make it.”
I’m not, Jisun thinks, caught off guard by the thought, the viciousness of it.
saerom/gyuri, movie set, caught in the rain
They’ve made do without rain to finish filming all the rain scenes by the time Saerom has the time to visit her on set—and, in a feat of the worst timing ever, the constant overcast lets up and it finally starts pouring.
Saerom’s eyes keep flitting to her, suspiciously shifty under the umbrella Gyuri’s holding over them.
Gyuri slows to a stop. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“Gyul-ah,” Saerom says, already pleading even though Gyuri hasn’t even said anything to dissuade her. “You’re finished filming for today. It’ll be just like in your film.”
Saerom’s hair gleams dark from the downpour. Gyuri looks at the rain and thinks of it as a nuisance; Saerom looks at the same thing and thinks romance. They’ve been together long enough that Gyuri is already unconsciously auditing her initial impression to accommodate the hopeless romantic in Saerom. Gyuri has got to give it to her: what’s there to lose in getting any more soaked? Saerom has always had this particular effect, thawing the rationally oriented part of her in irrational, unexpected ways.
She’s already leaning in, before she’s aware of herself doing it, lowering the umbrella, her other hand snaking around Saerom’s waist. Within moments, water sluices down their faces, between their mouths as Saerom tilts her head to meet her for the kiss.
“Better than in the film, actually,” Gyuri murmurs against her mouth.
seoyeon/nagyung, lake, childhood best friends
Nagyung’s life must be some huge, terrible joke, because she told Chaeyoung last week, I would never, ever think about Seoyeon like that, except here Seoyeon is, stripping out of her clothes, and Nagyung might just be, just a little, thinking about her like that.
Nagyung tears her gaze away from the dip of Seoyeon’s waist, almost stumbling in her haste to turn around. She feels like she’s burning up, everywhere.
“Going to join me anytime soon?” Seoyeon teases from behind her. Nagyung hears the water slosh against the rocky shore as Seoyeon swishes a foot around.
The worst, most infuriating part of this is Nagyung’s never felt quite like this around anyone, much less Seoyeon. Maybe she somehow knew how bad this would be, because she immediately wanted to object when Seoyeon suggested skinny-dipping. Except the problem was—Nagyung has never been able to say no to her, making exceptions for her she would never make for anyone else since they were little.
“Yes—yeah,” Nagyung says again. She desperately hopes the water will somehow cool her off, make her throat any less dry, while somehow knowing it won’t—not with Seoyeon there with her.
notes:
- this was actually pretty refreshing to try to perceive a variety of fromis pairings/explore ones i've been eyeing. my queue are all ones that are different from the ones here too!
- my favorite is the hasun vampire one...u know when people say certain idols are vampire-coded? well i like the reverse and hayoung is very human-coded
- jiwon/nagyung pretending they hate each other while also pretending they're dating is delicious. i never really came up with a backstory for the circumstances of their fake relationship but jiwon having the automatic instinct to chalk the compliment up to it? jiwon calling nagyung "kko-yah" even though they supposedly only tolerate each other...
- the chaengsun is the product of the works hard to keep their idolsona intact x wears heart on sleeve brainrot. jisun tortured poster perfectgirl and chaeyoung who she hurts by saying to her face that she won't make it if she can't hide her emotions ;_;
- also is it too soon for gyulrom future fic because that's what i was envisioning T__T
