So Let Them Watch – Into the New World (END)

July 5, 2014 in moonrise31, So Let Them Watch by moonrise31

In this ten-chapter fic, each member represents a concept from a different Girls’ Generation music video—with a few creative liberties tossed in, of course.

Seohyun: The robot with a key, some bravery, and quite possibly a heart.

Yoona: An artist with the age if not the years, and the notes if not the experience.

Sooyoung: The dreamer with her head in the clouds and her feet on the ground.

Yuri: A magician who doesn’t believe in magic, but maybe that’s what makes her so perfect.

Hyoyeon: The healer who will stop at nothing to save her town, her country, the world…and herself.

Tiffany: An optimist who knows the glass is half empty; but add enough water, and it’ll become more than half full.

Sunny: The racer who, more than a need for speed, needs a reason to stop, once in a while.

Jessica: A soldier with the knowledge that not everything has a simple solution, but she’ll fight on anyway.

Taeyeon: The kid with a dream, a team, and the heart of a leader—even if she doesn’t quite look the part.

Introducing So Nyeo Shi Dae: “Don’t wait for a miracle…It’s something we’ll do together to the end.

“Time to wake up.”

Seohyun opened her eyes groggily, barely making out Taeyeon’s hazy figure sitting at her bedside.

“Get up, Juhyun,” Taeyeon said cheerfully. “Today’s the big day.”

“It’s Seohyun,” Seohyun murmured. “You should call me ‘Seohyun’ now.”

Taeyeon blinked at her for a few seconds before smiling and patting her head. “Right, Girls’ Generation member Seohyun. Get out of bed or else we’ll be late!”

Seohyun was momentarily struck by the image of Taeyeon in a blue baseball jacket, hands in her pockets as she kicked the ground with scuffed sneakers. Without thinking, the younger girl reached out and grabbed Taeyeon’s hand as she was about to turn. “Unnie.”

“Hm?” Taeyeon sat down at the edge of her bed again.

“You’ll be a great leader,” Seohyun told her sincerely. She squeezed Taeyeon’s hand, tight. “You’ll be the greatest we could ever have. And we wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Taeyeon’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened and then closed, no sound coming out. Finally, she grinned, dimple standing out against her cheek. “Thanks, maknae. I’ll do my best.”

Tiffany was already up, as evidenced by her empty bed, so Seohyun had the room to herself once Taeyeon had closed the door. The youngest got out from under her covers and shuffled to her dresser, thoughts swirling in her head as she sorted through a stack of t-shirts.

The door opened again and Tiffany walked in, drying her hair with a towel. She smiled at Seohyun. “Good morning. Ready for ‘Inkigayo’?”

Seohyun nodded, thinking.

Tiffany sat down on her own bed, the towel draped around her shoulders. When Seohyun appeared in front of her, she looked up, surprised. She couldn’t suppress a small yelp when Seohyun suddenly leaned down and hugged her.

“You have a really nice smile, unnie,” Seohyun mumbled. “Don’t ever forget it, okay?”

Tiffany chuckled. She raised her arms and wrapped them around Seohyun’s waist, returning the hug. “Of course not. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“I’m not worried, just…” Seohyun thought about the Tiffany who ran around that huge theater, doing everything asked of her with understanding in her eyes and a smile on her lips. Or the Tiffany chasing Leo and Michelle—who were actually older, Seohyun reflected, but they made cute toddlers—all around the school, losing some of her energy but never her brightness. “It’s so amazing that you can see good in everyone, unnie. And then you can smile because of it. I just don’t want you to lose that. Ever.”

She felt Tiffany’s hand hover, so still, just for a moment. Then the older girl patted her back, palm pleasantly warm. “I won’t. Especially if you’re always around to remind me.” She pulled away to look Seohyun in the eyes and give her the widest grin yet. “Now you should get to the bathroom before someone else steals it.”

Glancing at the clock, Seohyun realized with some alarm how little time she had left before their manager would show up at their door. Luckily, the bathroom was still empty when she rushed in to brush her teeth.

On her way out, she almost bumped into Hyoyeon.

“Woah there.” Hyoyeon’s arm casually wrapped around her shoulders. “Slow down, will you? Wouldn’t do if you broke a leg before the stage.”

Seohyun examined the older girl, deciding that Hyoyeon looked rather good in pink—even though everyone else had quietly agreed no one would ever wear the color except for Tiffany. “Unnie, did you ever think of becoming a doctor?”

“What makes you say that?” Hyoyeon raised her eyebrows, face almost comically in shock. “You think I would be a good one?”

Seohyun shrugged. “You’re just always looking out for us, you know. Taking care of us. That’s the basic idea of a doctor, right?”

“This is out of the blue. You trying to confuse me?” Hyoyeon narrowed her eyes. “You’re not trying to get back at me for making you drink that concoction I made last night, right?” She held up both hands and backed away with a placating smile. “Because I drank it too and I’m fine, so no reason to get mad.”

Seohyun suppressed a shiver at the memories of the mixture of kimchi juice and Yuri’s leftover ma drink sliding down her throat the night before. Maybe that’s why I had such a…complex dream. And really, she almost felt like she should be thanking Hyoyeon for it. But, well…maybe she’d just keep it to herself for now.

“Kids! Five-minute meeting!” Taeyeon called from the living room. There was a flurry of action as doors opened and feet shuffled and bodies plopped onto couches and whatever else was nearby. Seohyun found herself on the arm of the sofa, Jessica on the cushion to her left and Yoona on the floor at her other side.

“So.” Taeyeon clapped her hands together once and gave them all a nervous grin. “This is it.” She paused.

“Spit it out, Taeng,” Sooyoung laughed. “Manager-oppa’s gonna be here any second.”

“Okay, okay.” Taeyeon cleared her throat. “I just wanted to say that this isn’t something we haven’t done before. We’ve already filmed ‘School of Rock’, and if we can make it through that, one performance on ‘Inkigayo’ should be nothing.”

There was a murmur of agreement. Successive runthroughs of “Into the New World” in an air-conditionless room, in front of an unresponsive audience, had prepared them for their actual debut stage better than most anything else. Seohyun heard Jessica sigh and reached out to pat the older girl on the shoulder.

“Well, that’s about it, I guess,” Taeyeon concluded quickly. “And we have about four more minutes. But I think the maknae might have something to add?” She looked at Seohyun expectantly.

“Huh?” Seohyun froze as eight pairs of eyes turned to her.

“You had some pretty deep things to say right after you woke up.” Taeyeon reminded her, grin widening. “Now that you’ve been awake for a while, I bet you’ve got a lot more you’d like to tell us, right?”

It didn’t take long for Seohyun to realize that Taeyeon was right.

She cleared her throat, wondering where to begin. “Well, it’s just…we’ve been through a lot already. And we haven’t even debuted officially, yet.

“After this stage, we won’t be able to go back. We’ll just be running forward, headfirst, into whatever is waiting.” But it won’t be a big, shapeless shadow, waiting to engulf everything with its darkest loneliness—because I’ll have you eight unnies with me.

“We’ll probably have to deal with a lot of things.” She resisted turning to look at Jessica, but she did squeeze the older girl’s shoulder the slightest bit. “Scandals. Insults. Accusations that wouldn’t be true in a hundred years. There will be people who’d rather shoot us down than see us try to get as far as we can go.

“I’m sure we can outrun them, though.” She glanced briefly at Sunny. “We can just keep going, keep running forward, and that’s all we really have to remember to do.” Her gaze settled on Yuri for a few seconds. “But we’ll still hear people telling us to change. Soon enough, we might hear ourselves telling us that we aren’t perfect, and that we need to fix it.”

Yoona reached up, then, to grab her other hand, and that reminder of the Yoona in the town square, singing her heart out in front of a gathering crowd, fueled Seohyun’s next words. “But who cares, right? We already know how much it took to get here. We already know what we still need to do. And no one else can tell us that. No one can hurt us with meaningless things because we already know that we are just fine the way we are.”

Sooyoung’s proud expression caught her eye then, and she remembered that first airplane ride (when in reality, she’d already gone on many planes before. And yet, none of them had felt quite the same) and all the places flight attendant Sooyoung wanted to go, to be a part of. “Who knows—maybe we’ll even get to see the world together, one day, and help in ways we never thought possible by ourselves.”

She trailed off, but the room stayed silent. And just when she could feel her cheeks reddening (had she ever said that much in one sitting before?), Yoona stood up and pulled her into a huge bear hug. “Aw, Juhyun!”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” Taeyeon agreed. Then she coughed. “I guess there’s only one thing left to do.” She stuck one hand out. “Right now…”

Tiffany and Yuri, on either side of her, stepped forward and placed their hands on top of hers. Afterwards came Sooyoung and Hyoyeon, and then Jessica and Sunny. Yoona unwrapped herself from Seohyun, one hand still around her shoulders as she put her other in the middle of their circle. Finally, Seohyun added hers on the very top.

“…it’s Girls’ Generation!”

“From now on…” Sooyoung grinned.

“…it’s Girls’ Generation!”

Yoona nudged Seohyun, and she hastened to say, “Forever…”

“…it’s Girls’ Generation!”

A knock sounded on the door as the last syllable of their cheer faded into silence. Their manager poked his head in a second later. “Alright, girls.

“Ready to go?”

(About two months later…)

“Can you believe it?” Sunny asked as she passed. “Already on the set of our second music video.”

Seohyun nodded, watching as the set for the next shot slowly began to take shape. Microphones, drums, guitars, keyboard…something about it was surprisingly familiar.

And then Yoona bounced on stage and grabbed one of the microphones, laughing as she mimed screaming into it.

“Hey, Yoong,” Taeyeon scolded lightly. “Don’t break anything.”

“Sorry.” Yoona obediently let go of the microphone stand.

It was enough for Seohyun to remember, though.

Their song blared through the various speakers situated throughout the room: “Don’t tease me because I’m young…”

It wasn’t quite the song Yoona had been singing in her dream, she was pretty sure. But there was something about the atmosphere, and their outfits, the concept…

“What’re you thinking about, Seohyun?” Yuri appeared next to her.

Seohyun blinked, then shook her head and smiled. “Nothing really, unnie.”

It couldn’t be anything, after all. Just a simple coincidence.


The complete PDF is available here, or on the BySONE Downloads page. Thank you for sticking with me all the way through this incredibly cheesy (and painfully predictable?) ending. My OT9 heart has been building up to this moment for nine chapters (I’d originally planned on this chapter being my celebration of Girls’ Generation’s seventh anniversary, but some other idea came up, so I got to finish this fic early); hopefully you were able to bear with me ’til the end (I know my betas certainly had to, so a thousand otter hugs to you two).

And once again, because I can never say it enough:

Thank you. For giving this fic a chance, for reading one chapter or ten, for smiling or staring in disbelief at the screen or bothering to leaving a comment.

Thank you.