fanfic part two, intro of hyoyeon and hyosun pairing
So, tonight during my mega-long shift at work, I decided to sit down and jot down another bit for my fanfiction. For anyone who read the first bit, this one obviously follows that chronologically, but I'm not sure if there won't be something in between in the finished product. I don't know if I want to have a sort of transition scene (which is what I'm leaning toward at the moment) or keep it at a jumpcut. Dk.
To be perfectly honest I'm just writing these as they come to me, so eventually I'll be writing scenes all out of order.
But I honestly think I'm going to like writing Hyo's story the most.
This scene features a crapton of cameos. I'm not sure when I decided the brothel would be made up of this group of girls but oh well. It works.
As usual, I'm using you guys as a sounding board. Tell me what sucks, what doesn't. If you think I should scrap this altogether. Give ideas on future things you'd like to see happen. Etc etc. Consider yourselves beta readers.
She lifted the ballcap from her head and tilted her head back so that her eyes could meet the camera positioned above the door. A soft buzz signaled the unlock mechanism and she stepped inside, taking care to full pull it closed behind her.
"HYO-NIM!" A joyous voice boomed from the back of the room.
Seconds later a short, heavyset woman emerged from behind a draped off back room, the wide smile on her face stretching into rosy cheeks. She didn't think twice about stepping up close and clapping Hyoyeon hard on the shoulder.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to be coming by this week!"
Hyoyeon offered her a reserved smile. "I come every week. You know that."
An arm worked its way around Hyoyeon's shoulders and urged her toward the drape.
"Yes but you come on Wednesday. Today is Saturday! Being late isn't like you! We worry, Hyo-nim!" It was odd, Hyoyeon thought, that an expression of concern could vibrate with laughter and still sound genuine. Another clap on her shoulder nearly knocked her off balance.
"Shinyoung-ah, stop mauling our dear Hyoyeon. She just arrived and if you keep that up she'll be running for the exit."
Hyoyeon turned her head to the now open glass door that separated the lobby from the client rooms and offices.
"Yes, unnie." Shinyoung's arm slipped off her shoulders but didn't completely vanish until after she nudged an elbow into Hyoyeon's side. The short woman cackled as she quickly moved out of Hyoyeon's reach.
"Hyojin-unnie," Hyoyeon greeted the older woman with the same reserved smile and a nod.
"I've told you over and over, don't call me that! Makes me feel absolutely ancient! I'm not that old! It's Narsha! Na-reush-a!" Long arms flailed in the air dramatically.
Hyoyeon chuckled and corrected herself. "Forgive me, Narsha."
The older woman swept into the lobby with a flourish of the silk shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders. "Oh how could I possibly stay angry with that adorable face!?" Without a moment's hesitation in regards to polity, but in a much more histrionic fashion than Shinyoung, Narsha grabbed her by the shoulders and led her toward the office. "Shinyoung, be a dear and make sure my babies are awake! We open in two hours!"
Hyoyeon could easily hear the booming reply even through the closed door. She and Narsha walked down the hall in a comfortable silence. It was strange to be here so early in the evening, Hyoyeon thought. There was none of the shop's usual ambient noise. No music, no chatter, no male voices. She had grown accustomed to the commotion in such a short time.
"They'll be down soon." Narsha always had the knack for saying the right things. "We had a long night last night. A dog fight up the block kept the girls busy until sun up. I didn't have it in me to wake them up any earlier."
Hyoyeon nodded. "Any problems last night?"
"Well..." Narsha paused. "Perhaps..."
"Perhaps?"
Narsha moved into her office and took a seat behind her desk. Hyoyeon opted to stand near the door.
"Last night, we found Hyuna acting weird."
A pierced eyebrow rose.
"You know how energetic she is. Well, she was very, very quiet after her 2 o'clock. She refused any other jobs. Stayed in her room with the door shut. It took Sunhwa almost twenty minutes to convince her to come down for the ritual bedtime snack."
"Was she hurt?"
"Visibly? No, not that any of us could see. Still.. it's not like her at all to act like that. She's sworn up and down to all of us that she's fine, but-"
"What was his name?"
"Taecyeon. Ok Taecyeon."
Brows furrowed at the unfamiliar name. "I don't-"
Narsha quickly jumped in. "That's the other thing I wanted to talk with you about. This Taecyeon... Well... Apparently he's Park's son."
"Son?!" Hyoyeon couldn't contain her outburst. How could they not have known about this?
"Park's put him in charge of Incheon."
"WHAT?" Fuck. Tiffany would be furious.
"Last night was his first night in town. He hasn't gotten settled in yet, but I don't think it will take very long. I just.. wanted to let you know. Oh, Hyoyeon, if you had seen Hyuna last night..."
Narsha's words and their implication hung heavily in the silence between them. Hyoyeon's fingers itched against her thigh absently. Her mind was racing with all the consequences of this new turn of events. Tiffany had to know about this. If Park was making a move back into the city..
"Reusha-unniiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!"
Hyoyeon nimbly side-stepped the door just in time to avoid being tackled by the brown-haired blur that streaked into the room.
"Reusha-unnie, Hara's wearing my new dress, and she won't give it back! I begged and begged, but she told me since I'm the newest I can't tell anyone what to do!" A great heaving breath interrupted the rapid fire speech. "But it's my dress, unnie! MINE! Gain-unnie bought it for me when she visited last week!"
"Sunhwa, honey, calm down..."
"And Hyuna won't come down for breakfast! She said she's too tired, but Hyuna's never too tired to eat!"
The quiver growing her voice was a sign of the tantrum to come. Hyoyeon hated seeing girls cry. So she stepped up behind the frantic girl and slipped her hands over Sunhwa's eyes.
"W-Who's that?" Sunhwa's voice got very quiet.
Hyoyeon's eyes caught Narsha's, and they shared a smile.
"Someone who came all this way just to see you," Hyoyeon spoke into the girl's ear.
"Yeobo!" A gasp.
It took two seconds flat for Hyoyeon's compact frame to be wrapped in a fierce hug. Sunhwa's energetic giggling made her smile. She placed an arm around narrow shoulders and returned the hug.
"How are you?"
The younger girl giggled and blushed like fire as she pulled away from the hug. As if suddenly remembering her normally shy nature, her eyes dropped to the floor as her left foot toed the rug. "I'm good, unnie. H-How are you?"
"Much better now that I've seen your cute face."
That was obviously the answer Sunhwa had been waiting for. She giggled again before playfully swatting at Hyoyeon's shoulder.
"Yeoboooo..."
"And what's this about a new dress? Go tell Hara I came all this way to see my cute Sunhwa in her new dress, and I expect you to be wearing it by the time I come upstairs."
Sunhwa nodded happily, humming a song as she flitted from the room. Hyoyeon watched after her fondly.
"They're all half in love with you, you know."
"They're in love with love, with being treated like normal girls." She turned to look back at Narsha. "They're fragile, Sunhwa especially so. I don't mind giving her what she wants."
Narsha only smiled knowingly in response.
Hyoyeon said nothing, growing mildly annoyed at the smug expression blossoming on the older woman's face.
"What is it, Hyoji-"
"Get out of my office this instant! I'm sick of your lip, Kim Hyoyeon!"
Hyoyeon laughed loudly as she hurried out of the office, heading toward the elevator.
--
The noise hit her square in the face as the elevator doors opened. The commotion of six girls dressing was not something to be underestimated. They were so busy and frantic they failed to notice their visitor. Hyoyeon moved down the hallway, avoiding fallen shoes and wayward piles of clothes along the way. As she passed a semi-open door, she heard Sunhwa proudly telling Hara she needed her dress back so she could model it for her sweetheart.
When she reached the furthest bedroom, she unconsciously straightened her clothes out. Weight shifted from one foot to the other before she knocked.
"Hyoyeonnie!" A voice like a spring morning.
Hyoyeon smiled.
"Sunny-ah."
--
An hour later, the pair's quiet companionship was broken by a low buzzing. Hyoyeon lifted her arm from around Sunny's waist to pull out her phone.
"Yul?"
"YAH! KIM HYOYEON! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"
She pulled the phone away from her ear to avoid permanent damage.
"Hello to you, too."
"Really fucking funny. Hilarious even. You've got great friends, Yuri-ah. Great friends. First Fany and now Hyo. But it's okay. You can get through this, Yuri-ah. It's okay. It's okay. NOW. WHERE ARE YOU!?"
Hyoyeon yawned. "What's wrong?"
"You know what? I don't even give a fuck about where you are. It's not like you'd actually tell me. But you better get back home ASAP."
"Why?"
"Fany's orders. I really.. wouldn't waste time. She's really freaking out. She needs you here, Hyo."
Begrudgingly accepting that her peaceful visit was over, Hyoyeon nodded.
"I'll be back soon."
Sunny looked up from the tattoo on Hyoyeon's forearm. She had been tracing it with her fingers.
"You have to go?" Pout.
"I'm afraid so. My boss needs me back home. And I've kept you to myself for far too long. Hyojin-unnie will strangle me."
"She'll strangle you if she hears you call her that." Sunny laughed before leaning her head into the crook of Hyoyeon's neck. "Besides it's never too long when you're here."
Hyoyeon grinned. "What would Hyomin say if she heard you talking like that?"
Sunny shoved her playfully, laughing. "Yah. Hyomin likes you."
"Right. She'd like to throw me off the roof."
"Oh hush. You know she's just protective. So she gets a little jeal-"
"Sunny-aaaaaahhhhhhh."
"Speak of the devil.."
Hyomin's eyes darkened as she observed Hyoyeon sitting on Sunny's bed.
"Hyoyeon-sunbaenim."
Sunny rolled her eyes, and Hyoyeon stood, pushing her sleeve down over her tattoo.
"Hello, Hyomin. Sunny, I'll see you next week." She smiled briefly at the seated girl before slipping out of the room.
Sunny barely had time to blink before Hyomin was on the bed and wrapped around her arm, babbling about what Sunny thought she should wear and how they needed to go shopping tomorrow. Despite the interruption, Sunny could never stay mad at Hyomin for very long. As she leaned her head against the other girl's, she could hear excited squealing in the living room.
"Hyoyeon-yeobo! Isn't it pretty!? I think it's so pretty!" Tinkling laughter. "Yeoboooooo!"
Much more dialogue this time around. I'm not sure quiet why it's so different from the last time. Meh. I still like it.
To be perfectly honest I'm just writing these as they come to me, so eventually I'll be writing scenes all out of order.
But I honestly think I'm going to like writing Hyo's story the most.
This scene features a crapton of cameos. I'm not sure when I decided the brothel would be made up of this group of girls but oh well. It works.
As usual, I'm using you guys as a sounding board. Tell me what sucks, what doesn't. If you think I should scrap this altogether. Give ideas on future things you'd like to see happen. Etc etc. Consider yourselves beta readers.
She lifted the ballcap from her head and tilted her head back so that her eyes could meet the camera positioned above the door. A soft buzz signaled the unlock mechanism and she stepped inside, taking care to full pull it closed behind her.
"HYO-NIM!" A joyous voice boomed from the back of the room.
Seconds later a short, heavyset woman emerged from behind a draped off back room, the wide smile on her face stretching into rosy cheeks. She didn't think twice about stepping up close and clapping Hyoyeon hard on the shoulder.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to be coming by this week!"
Hyoyeon offered her a reserved smile. "I come every week. You know that."
An arm worked its way around Hyoyeon's shoulders and urged her toward the drape.
"Yes but you come on Wednesday. Today is Saturday! Being late isn't like you! We worry, Hyo-nim!" It was odd, Hyoyeon thought, that an expression of concern could vibrate with laughter and still sound genuine. Another clap on her shoulder nearly knocked her off balance.
"Shinyoung-ah, stop mauling our dear Hyoyeon. She just arrived and if you keep that up she'll be running for the exit."
Hyoyeon turned her head to the now open glass door that separated the lobby from the client rooms and offices.
"Yes, unnie." Shinyoung's arm slipped off her shoulders but didn't completely vanish until after she nudged an elbow into Hyoyeon's side. The short woman cackled as she quickly moved out of Hyoyeon's reach.
"Hyojin-unnie," Hyoyeon greeted the older woman with the same reserved smile and a nod.
"I've told you over and over, don't call me that! Makes me feel absolutely ancient! I'm not that old! It's Narsha! Na-reush-a!" Long arms flailed in the air dramatically.
Hyoyeon chuckled and corrected herself. "Forgive me, Narsha."
The older woman swept into the lobby with a flourish of the silk shawl wrapped loosely around her shoulders. "Oh how could I possibly stay angry with that adorable face!?" Without a moment's hesitation in regards to polity, but in a much more histrionic fashion than Shinyoung, Narsha grabbed her by the shoulders and led her toward the office. "Shinyoung, be a dear and make sure my babies are awake! We open in two hours!"
Hyoyeon could easily hear the booming reply even through the closed door. She and Narsha walked down the hall in a comfortable silence. It was strange to be here so early in the evening, Hyoyeon thought. There was none of the shop's usual ambient noise. No music, no chatter, no male voices. She had grown accustomed to the commotion in such a short time.
"They'll be down soon." Narsha always had the knack for saying the right things. "We had a long night last night. A dog fight up the block kept the girls busy until sun up. I didn't have it in me to wake them up any earlier."
Hyoyeon nodded. "Any problems last night?"
"Well..." Narsha paused. "Perhaps..."
"Perhaps?"
Narsha moved into her office and took a seat behind her desk. Hyoyeon opted to stand near the door.
"Last night, we found Hyuna acting weird."
A pierced eyebrow rose.
"You know how energetic she is. Well, she was very, very quiet after her 2 o'clock. She refused any other jobs. Stayed in her room with the door shut. It took Sunhwa almost twenty minutes to convince her to come down for the ritual bedtime snack."
"Was she hurt?"
"Visibly? No, not that any of us could see. Still.. it's not like her at all to act like that. She's sworn up and down to all of us that she's fine, but-"
"What was his name?"
"Taecyeon. Ok Taecyeon."
Brows furrowed at the unfamiliar name. "I don't-"
Narsha quickly jumped in. "That's the other thing I wanted to talk with you about. This Taecyeon... Well... Apparently he's Park's son."
"Son?!" Hyoyeon couldn't contain her outburst. How could they not have known about this?
"Park's put him in charge of Incheon."
"WHAT?" Fuck. Tiffany would be furious.
"Last night was his first night in town. He hasn't gotten settled in yet, but I don't think it will take very long. I just.. wanted to let you know. Oh, Hyoyeon, if you had seen Hyuna last night..."
Narsha's words and their implication hung heavily in the silence between them. Hyoyeon's fingers itched against her thigh absently. Her mind was racing with all the consequences of this new turn of events. Tiffany had to know about this. If Park was making a move back into the city..
"Reusha-unniiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!"
Hyoyeon nimbly side-stepped the door just in time to avoid being tackled by the brown-haired blur that streaked into the room.
"Reusha-unnie, Hara's wearing my new dress, and she won't give it back! I begged and begged, but she told me since I'm the newest I can't tell anyone what to do!" A great heaving breath interrupted the rapid fire speech. "But it's my dress, unnie! MINE! Gain-unnie bought it for me when she visited last week!"
"Sunhwa, honey, calm down..."
"And Hyuna won't come down for breakfast! She said she's too tired, but Hyuna's never too tired to eat!"
The quiver growing her voice was a sign of the tantrum to come. Hyoyeon hated seeing girls cry. So she stepped up behind the frantic girl and slipped her hands over Sunhwa's eyes.
"W-Who's that?" Sunhwa's voice got very quiet.
Hyoyeon's eyes caught Narsha's, and they shared a smile.
"Someone who came all this way just to see you," Hyoyeon spoke into the girl's ear.
"Yeobo!" A gasp.
It took two seconds flat for Hyoyeon's compact frame to be wrapped in a fierce hug. Sunhwa's energetic giggling made her smile. She placed an arm around narrow shoulders and returned the hug.
"How are you?"
The younger girl giggled and blushed like fire as she pulled away from the hug. As if suddenly remembering her normally shy nature, her eyes dropped to the floor as her left foot toed the rug. "I'm good, unnie. H-How are you?"
"Much better now that I've seen your cute face."
That was obviously the answer Sunhwa had been waiting for. She giggled again before playfully swatting at Hyoyeon's shoulder.
"Yeoboooo..."
"And what's this about a new dress? Go tell Hara I came all this way to see my cute Sunhwa in her new dress, and I expect you to be wearing it by the time I come upstairs."
Sunhwa nodded happily, humming a song as she flitted from the room. Hyoyeon watched after her fondly.
"They're all half in love with you, you know."
"They're in love with love, with being treated like normal girls." She turned to look back at Narsha. "They're fragile, Sunhwa especially so. I don't mind giving her what she wants."
Narsha only smiled knowingly in response.
Hyoyeon said nothing, growing mildly annoyed at the smug expression blossoming on the older woman's face.
"What is it, Hyoji-"
"Get out of my office this instant! I'm sick of your lip, Kim Hyoyeon!"
Hyoyeon laughed loudly as she hurried out of the office, heading toward the elevator.
--
The noise hit her square in the face as the elevator doors opened. The commotion of six girls dressing was not something to be underestimated. They were so busy and frantic they failed to notice their visitor. Hyoyeon moved down the hallway, avoiding fallen shoes and wayward piles of clothes along the way. As she passed a semi-open door, she heard Sunhwa proudly telling Hara she needed her dress back so she could model it for her sweetheart.
When she reached the furthest bedroom, she unconsciously straightened her clothes out. Weight shifted from one foot to the other before she knocked.
"Hyoyeonnie!" A voice like a spring morning.
Hyoyeon smiled.
"Sunny-ah."
--
An hour later, the pair's quiet companionship was broken by a low buzzing. Hyoyeon lifted her arm from around Sunny's waist to pull out her phone.
"Yul?"
"YAH! KIM HYOYEON! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"
She pulled the phone away from her ear to avoid permanent damage.
"Hello to you, too."
"Really fucking funny. Hilarious even. You've got great friends, Yuri-ah. Great friends. First Fany and now Hyo. But it's okay. You can get through this, Yuri-ah. It's okay. It's okay. NOW. WHERE ARE YOU!?"
Hyoyeon yawned. "What's wrong?"
"You know what? I don't even give a fuck about where you are. It's not like you'd actually tell me. But you better get back home ASAP."
"Why?"
"Fany's orders. I really.. wouldn't waste time. She's really freaking out. She needs you here, Hyo."
Begrudgingly accepting that her peaceful visit was over, Hyoyeon nodded.
"I'll be back soon."
Sunny looked up from the tattoo on Hyoyeon's forearm. She had been tracing it with her fingers.
"You have to go?" Pout.
"I'm afraid so. My boss needs me back home. And I've kept you to myself for far too long. Hyojin-unnie will strangle me."
"She'll strangle you if she hears you call her that." Sunny laughed before leaning her head into the crook of Hyoyeon's neck. "Besides it's never too long when you're here."
Hyoyeon grinned. "What would Hyomin say if she heard you talking like that?"
Sunny shoved her playfully, laughing. "Yah. Hyomin likes you."
"Right. She'd like to throw me off the roof."
"Oh hush. You know she's just protective. So she gets a little jeal-"
"Sunny-aaaaaahhhhhhh."
"Speak of the devil.."
Hyomin's eyes darkened as she observed Hyoyeon sitting on Sunny's bed.
"Hyoyeon-sunbaenim."
Sunny rolled her eyes, and Hyoyeon stood, pushing her sleeve down over her tattoo.
"Hello, Hyomin. Sunny, I'll see you next week." She smiled briefly at the seated girl before slipping out of the room.
Sunny barely had time to blink before Hyomin was on the bed and wrapped around her arm, babbling about what Sunny thought she should wear and how they needed to go shopping tomorrow. Despite the interruption, Sunny could never stay mad at Hyomin for very long. As she leaned her head against the other girl's, she could hear excited squealing in the living room.
"Hyoyeon-yeobo! Isn't it pretty!? I think it's so pretty!" Tinkling laughter. "Yeoboooooo!"
Much more dialogue this time around. I'm not sure quiet why it's so different from the last time. Meh. I still like it.