f(x), amber/krystal, 7
anonymous
June 29 2011, 06:20:59 UTC
Amber doesn’t know what to do.
It’s ninety degrees in the middle of a hot Korean summer, and she’s stuck in an airless elevator on the fifteenth floor of a building that feels like a hundred. Oh, and the hot girl she’s been staring at the whole afternoon from the fashion spread is stuck there with her - and fuck it, Amber is horny.
Make that a hundred and five degrees.
She awkwardly scratches at her hair, then takes out her phone to give her hands something to do. i’m stuck in an elevator right now, she texts to Key. Then, the hot girl I’ve been staring at the whole afternoon from the fashion spread is stuck w/ me. And another: fuck it, I’m horny
The girl next to her clears her throat and Amber jumps a little, decides to make small talk.
“Just our luck, right?” she grins. “I’m Amber, by the way.” She feels a bead of sweat roll trickle down her temple.
The girl looks as cool as a cucumber. “Krystal.”
Damn it all, but face to face Amber sees her smirk and her long hair and longer legs, and pictures the red line of a thermometer nudging up another notch. “I - I have some water here if you’re thir-”
“I saw you looking at me earlier,” Krystal says.
Amber stares at her dumbly.
“How much time do you think we have before they come get us out of here?” Krystal murmurs, and then she is much too close, hands on the elevator wall on either side of Amber’s head, and Amber catches her breath.
When her phone vibrates with Key’s response, she ignores it.
It’s ninety degrees in the middle of a hot Korean summer, and she’s stuck in an airless elevator on the fifteenth floor of a building that feels like a hundred. Oh, and the hot girl she’s been staring at the whole afternoon from the fashion spread is stuck there with her - and fuck it, Amber is horny.
Make that a hundred and five degrees.
She awkwardly scratches at her hair, then takes out her phone to give her hands something to do. i’m stuck in an elevator right now, she texts to Key. Then, the hot girl I’ve been staring at the whole afternoon from the fashion spread is stuck w/ me. And another: fuck it, I’m horny
The girl next to her clears her throat and Amber jumps a little, decides to make small talk.
“Just our luck, right?” she grins. “I’m Amber, by the way.” She feels a bead of sweat roll trickle down her temple.
The girl looks as cool as a cucumber. “Krystal.”
Damn it all, but face to face Amber sees her smirk and her long hair and longer legs, and pictures the red line of a thermometer nudging up another notch. “I - I have some water here if you’re thir-”
“I saw you looking at me earlier,” Krystal says.
Amber stares at her dumbly.
“How much time do you think we have before they come get us out of here?” Krystal murmurs, and then she is much too close, hands on the elevator wall on either side of Amber’s head, and Amber catches her breath.
When her phone vibrates with Key’s response, she ignores it.
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