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kpfm 10.0
untitled; snsd, jessica/yoona; nc-17; 688 words
originally posted here
yoona wakes up when she feels her thighs being pushed apart. she instinctively tries to close them, but there's something between her knees that won't let her. she struggles into an upright position and looks down to see a messy blonde bun hovering over her hips. "sica," she hisses, "what are you doing?"
jessica jumps a little but recovers quickly, her teeth gleaming when she smiles. "you were supposed to be asleep-"
"i was," yoona grumbles.
"-but it doesn't matter either way," jessica continues. she yanks yoona's sleep shorts down, then reaches up and hooks her fingers through the lace of her underwear.
"unnie!" yoona squeaks when jessica's thumb skims over the fabric between her legs. "you can't-yuri's right there!"
jessica shakes her head. "i switched rooms with her." she smirks up at yoona and presses a kiss to her knee. "it's just you and me, baby girl."
yoona feels a little thrill of pleasure at the affectionate pet name and can't help leaning forward to stroke a hand through jessica's hair. jessica grins and kisses the other knee, then nudges at her stomach to lay back again. yoona obliges, tossing jessica a spare pillow. she fits it under yoona's hips and runs her fingers up yoona's thighs until she's squirming in anticipation. she pulls off yoona's panties agonizingly slow, and yoona would kick her if she didn't know that would make her stop. finally, they're gone and she's naked from the waist down, her shirt pushed halfway up her ribcage. jessica hums and drags a finger over her slit. "you get so wet so fast, it's incredible." yoona blushes and shifts away, but jessica just giggles and grabs her hips. "it's a compliment."
"sure," yoona mutters, but any real comeback she might have had is lost as jessica's tongue slides against her clit. she moans and grabs at jessica's hair when she switches to gentle, pulsing sucks, rocking her hips up into jessica's mouth. two fingers press inside her, and she spreads her legs wider, hooking one over jessica's shoulder. "oh-fuck, sica."
"such language," jessica murmurs. yoona whines when she pulls back, but a crook of jessica's fingers shuts her up. "it's unbecoming for a lady."
"nobody's a lady at four in the morning," yoona retorts.
jessica laughs and presses a fond kiss to the inside of her thigh. "just lay back and enjoy it, okay? i'm doing this for you and you alone. well, and me," she admits to yoona's raised eyebrow. "but you're the one getting the most out of it, so shut up and close your eyes."
yoona rolls her eyes but does as she's told. immediately she's more aware of everything, attuned to jessica's breath on her pelvis and the whorls of her fingertips. her hips roll when jessica's lips trace the skin stretched around her knuckles, and jessica encourages it, slipping her free hand under yoona's back to support her. yoona bites her lip when when jessica pulls her fingers out and replaces them with her tongue. for all her bragging, jessica really is good at this; she'd figured out the right way to touch yoona by their third makeout-slash-groping session. and she takes shameless advantage of that knowledge to get yoona's thighs trembling and her fingers clutching desperately at the sheets. "s-sica," she gasps, eyes squeezed tightly shut, "i'm going to-"
jessica's fingers pinch her clit gently just as her tongue curves inside her, and yoona comes in a rush. she sinks into the bed when the aftershocks have passed, completely exhausted. jessica wipes her sticky fingers on yoona's stomach ("hey," yoona protests weakly) and pulls the pillow out from under her hips. she kneads it into place next to yoona and curls up against her side with a kiss to her cheek. yoona gets up the energy a few moments later to turn her head and kiss her properly, but by then it's too late. yoona stares at jessica's sleeping face disbelievingly, then sighs and pulls the comforter up to cover them both. "you're ridiculous, you know that?" she says to jessica.
jessica just smiles and snuggles closer.
if i was you: snsd/f(x), jessica/krystal; pg; 350 words
originally posted here
remixed by admortems!!!
it's not unusual, krystal tells herself. ashley did it, after all, and all the guys like her. she was actually the one who got the idea in her head, when she told krystal about how she and her stepsisters would practice kissing each other. they just wanted to get good so that when they did have boyfriends they'd be ready. it would be so embarrassing to drool all over yourself or bite his tongue. krystal doesn't want that to happen to her. so it doesn't mean anything when she kisses jessica, not really.
she wonders if it'll be like this, kissing boys. jessica's lips are softer than a boy's would be, and she wears expensive floral perfume that clings to krystal's hair. krystal sneaks into her room sometimes and sprays her wrists with it, just so she can have it with her. that's something little sisters do, right? it isn't weird to want jessica's scent on her.
krystal borrows jessica's dresses, too. they're a little small in the stomach and big in the chest, but krystal likes the way they look on her. she thinks jessica has good taste. she wants to be like her when she grows up.
she doesn't like it when jessica's boyfriend comes over. krystal hid jessica's purse once, with her wallet and her emergency makeup inside, so that she wouldn't be able to go, but he had just laughed and said it was fine, he'd been planning to pay for everything and he thinks she's just as pretty without makeup anyway. krystal didn't know he'd seen her without makeup. the only time she doesn't have it on is when she's going to bed. krystal hates jessica's boyfriend. he gets to kiss her whenever he wants to, gets to taste that special pink lip gloss she only ever puts on when he's on his way to pick her up. it's sticky-sweet on krystal's tongue when she licks it off her own lips.
krystal looks at herself in the mirror, wearing jessica's dress and jessica's perfume and jessica's makeup and thinks, maybe i'll dye my hair blonde.
untitled: snsd, combinations of unrequited taeyeon/tiffany/jessica; pg-13; 675 words
originally posted here
*edited slightly since original posting
Jessica knew for sure that she was gay exactly two years, three weeks, and one day after her debut. They'd had their official anniversary celebration on the proper day, complete with a fansigning and industry hobnobbing afterwards, but SME threw them a smaller, more intimate party at the next gap in their schedule. That was the fun party, the one with real alcohol and loud music and a blind eye turned to whatever happened inside. They got Seohyun drunk for the first time (Sunny's phone captured her demanding that Yoona review the procedure to follow should she be found pale and still in the bathroom-"Airway-breathing-compressions, okay, remember that!") and pretended not to notice when Yuri crept away with one of the dancers, both of them giggling too loudly to really be sneaky.
Jessica, on the other hand, was content to sit on the sidelines with a rainbow of martinis in front of her. Hyoyeon would break half of the glasses later that night when she got up on the table to dance clumsily to Genie, but at that time she was still pressed against Jessica's side, head tilted against hers so she left waxy streaks of lipstick on Jessica's cheek with every word she spoke. Tiffany sat on her other side, already well on her way to drunk. She's always been a lightweight, the kind who gets tipsy after a single beer. Not like Jessica. She can take four shots of rum in ten minutes and still be steady in her heels.
Taeyeon slid into the seat at the end of the booth with a half-empty bottle of champagne clutched tight in one hand, and Tiffany greeted her with a shriek and a wetly cheerful kiss on the cheek while Hyoyeon waved furiously. Jessica ignored her, sipping at her drink instead. "There is too much alcohol in this," she said.
Tiffany turned to look at her, shaking her head. "Jessie," she slurred, "there is no such thing as too much alcohol."
Hyoyeon reached over Jessica to slap at Tiffany's arm and shouted, "Speak Korean!" Jessica winced at the shrillness of her voice.
Tiffany giggled and reached for Jessica's hand so she could twine their fingers together. "I like you," she whispered, leaning in conspiratorially.
"I know." Behind Tiffany, Taeyeon tilted her head back and tipped her bottle up. A drop of champagne ran down her chin. Jessica forced herself to look away.
"Your tongue is blue," Tiffany murmured, and leaned in. Jessica didn't want to kiss her, not really, but Tiffany's breasts were pushing against her arm and Taeyeon was slamming her bottle down and storming away from the table and Jessica had never been the type to rise above. So she kissed back, let Tiffany lick away the stains on her mouth, and only stopped when a flash went off.
She looked up to see Sunny and Sooyoung standing in front of her with identical wine-red grins. "For blackmail purposes," Sunny told her as Sooyoung wound the camera forward, and then they skipped away to document Yoona's foray into the world of poledancing.
"I'm going to be sick," Jessica said, and shoved her way past Hyoyeon. Taeyeon was in the bathroom, standing over the sink and staring into the mirror. Her head snapped up when the door closed, and she glared at Jessica.
"You're a bitch, you know that?" Her mascara had left ugly gray streaks on her cheeks. "You knew that I-you knew! I trusted you, and now you're going to throw it back in my face?"
Something cruel twisted inside Jessica. "You think I don't know what it feels like? Being rejected?"
Taeyeon laughed bitterly, looking old and tired in the harsh fluorescent lighting. "This is so far from being about you, Sica."
Jessica's hands balled into fists. "At least the girl I'm in love with isn't straight," she spat.
Taeyeon stared at her for a long moment, realization dawning on her face. Then a muscle in her jaw twitched and she stalked out, letting the door slam behind her.
slow down, this night's a perfect shade of dark blue: snsd, jessica/tiffany; pg; 300 words
originally posted here
One warm August night, Jessica drives Tiffany out to the middle of the desert and parks in the dust. They climb out of the car and onto its roof, staring up at the sky. "I was a Girl Scout growing up," Jessica says. "We learned all the constellations when I was nine."
"I learned the constellations when I was nine, too. Except my mother taught them to me."
Jessica squeezes Tiffany's hand. "I'm sorry."
Tiffany shakes her head. "It's okay. Seeing the stars always makes me think of her anyway." Jessica tips her head so her cheek is pressed against Tiffany's. They lay there for a long time, freckle to freckle, until Tiffany says, "Jess, you're not asleep, right?"
Jessica makes an indignant sort of noise. "I wouldn't do that!"
"You would too." Tiffany pokes her in the side. "You're practically narcoleptic."
"Am not," Jessica sniffs. "The doctors said so."
"Oh, Jessica," Tiffany sighs even as their palms fit together. "You are a treasure."
Jessica shifts so her head is resting against Tiffany's shoulder. "I'm glad you think so."
Tiffany slides her fingers through Jessica's hair, artfully arranging the curls in a halo around her head. "I'm glad we did this."
"Me too-oh!" Jessica scrambles off the roof and goes digging in the backseat for something. She emerges a few minutes later with two red plastic cups and a bottle of cheap wine. "Almost forgot." She winks at Tiffany. "I didn't want to abandon all of our girls' night out traditions."
"Don't worry, this is much better than Matthew McConaughey," Tiffany beams, taking everything from Jessica so she can climb back up. Once the wine has been poured, she turns to Jessica. "To us," she declares, holding her cup high.
Jessica smiles and knocks their cups together. "To us."
untitled: big bang, g-dragon/top; pg-13; 161 words
originally posted here
Jiyong's mouth is warm and soft when Seunghyun presses his own to it. He tastes like expensive vodka and cheap cigarettes, the kind he once joked that he only smoked so his voice would sound like Seunghyun's. "But I like your voice," he mumbles.
"What?" Jiyong's hands tug at his collar, pulling him closer. "What'd you say?"
"Nothing," Seunghyun says. He's distracted by the way Jiyong's leather jacket squeaks when he moves, the coarseness of his hair, the joint he holds to Seunghyun's lips. Jiyong leans forward and takes back the air Seunghyun sucks in, blowing smoke out the corner of his mouth. "I like this."
"Yeah, me too." Jiyong grins at him, lazy, hazy through the smoke. Seunghyun wants to write a song about the way his collarbones extend delicately from beneath his shirt. "You got any ideas yet?"
Seunghyun nods slowly. "Yeah, I think so."
"Alright then." Jiyong rolls his chair over to the computer and hits play. "Go."
and, finally, a request thread i did.
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onho - minho having a hard time deciding between being competitive or pleasing onew
g, 383 words
"yes!" taemin crows when minho and jinki both throw scissors to his rock. minho's scowl deepens as he scampers over to join kibum on the couch, while jinki just looks resigned.
"choi minho, you've made it to the final round!" jonghyun thrusts his hairbrush in front of minho's mouth as if it were a microphone. "tell us, what are you going to throw?"
"your mom," minho snaps.
undeterred, jonghyun turns to jinki next, repeating the question. jinki shrugs and grins almost apologetically at minho. "dunno. paper, i guess?"
"you heard it here first, folks," jonghyun announces, taking up his place behind them. "but will minho take the bait and choose scissors? and will the honest lee jinki truly throw paper? or will he trick minho at the last minute and switch to rock? there's only one way to find out!" he covers the top of the brush with his hand and leans in. "now, i want a fair fight between you two, so no hairpulling, you got that?"
"you are an embarrassment," minho mutters even as jinki nods in agreement. he scrutinizes jinki for any tell-tale signs about his decision one way or another, but he's as calm as ever. their fists hover in midair as jonghyun counts them off, and when minho thrusts his hand down there are only two fingers standing out.
jinki's hand is flat.
"choi minho wins!" jonghyun whoops, grabbing minho's free arm and holding it up in the air. "lee jinki will be doing the dishes tonight. thank you for coming, we'll have another show next week!" and with that, he dives for the remote before taemin can get it and flips the channel to an obnoxious infomercial about the only! lamp! you'll ever need!, cackling all the while.
jinki sighs and heads into the kitchen, already rolling up his sleeves. minho trails behind him and stands in the doorway as the dishes are stacked next to the sink and the faucet turned to hot. "hyung?"
jinki turns to look at him, pulling the yellow rubber gloves over his hands. "yes?"
"i could, um, help you," minho offers. "if you wanted."
jinki raises an eyebrow. "but you won."
minho shrugs. "i don't mind."
jinki's face breaks into a smile, and he beckons minho over. "then come on in."
taenysic - mainly tiffany being caught in the middle and jessica being the odd one out
pg, 385 words
related to taeyeon/sunny drabble below
"i think she likes me," tiffany whispers to jessica when taeyeon catches her eye from across the room and waves.
"what, is she gay?" jessica asks, digging around in her purse.
tiffany waves back. "dunno. but i-you remember that party at sigma chi like a week before spring break?"
"yeah." jessica triumphantly pulls out a pencil and leans in to mark her sheet music. "what about it?"
"i may have possibly kissed her."
jessica drops the pencil. they both wince when it bounces off the metal stand, and jessica quickly grabs it to keep it from falling onto the floor. "you did what?"
"i was drunk!" tiffany protests. "it didn't mean anything."
"well clearly to her it did!" jessica writes in her sforzando a little more violently than necessary. "jesus, tiffany, you probably gave her the wrong idea."
tiffany worries her lower lip between her teeth, stealing a glance at taeyeon. "do you think so?"
"i'm just saying that if-shit," jessica hisses when the tip of her pencil breaks off. "you don't have a sharpener, do you?"
"no, sorry."
when jessica looks up again, tiffany is smiling at taeyeon. "what are you doing?" she demands.
"i think i should go talk to her," tiffany says, adjusting the way her curls lay on her shoulders. "you know, to, like…clear things up."
"class is going to start soon," jessica warns, but tiffany just waves her hand dismissively.
"taeyeon's the darling of the choir program," she points out. "the director won't get mad if she's talking to someone. i'll be right back, okay?" jessica watches tiffany walk over to taeyeon, her hips swinging from side to side the way jessica's only seen them do in front of boys. it doesn't look like tiffany's explaining that she isn't gay, at least judging by the way taeyeon laughs and touches tiffany's elbow. jessica feels a wave of nausea rise in her stomach when tiffany steps closer.
"excuse me," she mutters, shoving everything in her bag and slipping between the chairs behind her to get to the door. she hurries to the single-stall bathroom and locks the door behind her, then sinks down onto the toilet with her head in her hands. stupid, jessica thinks, stifling a sob. stupid, stupid, stupid girl, to think she'd ever like you.
taeyeon/sunny
pg, 197 words
related to taeyeon/tiffany/jessica drabble above
every summer, taeyeon and sunny drive 67 miles to the cabin sunny's family owns. they spend two weeks smoking weed and skinny dipping in the nearby lake. they swap stories from the year about partying and hooking up and falling in and out of love every few months. (this time around, taeyeon's still got a crush on the california girl in her choir class and sunny's determined to fuck her chemistry ta from last semester.) on the first day they make a trip to the nearby town to pick up some groceries and come back with half their budget spent on alcohol and two townies they'd met outside the liquor store in tow. taeyeon kisses one over his guitar while sunny rides the other in her parents' bed, and they're kicked out four hours later with a souvenir bottle of smirnoff. afterwards, taeyeon and sunny curl up in the bottom half of the bunk bed they'd shared when they were kids and whisper secrets they've heard a million times before, their hands twined together between them. they'll be gone in thirteen days, but for now they're frozen in time with the cabin, waiting for the day to break.
key/seohyun - seduce her with words. an expansive vocabulary is sexy as hell.
g, 677 words
kibum is not the type of person who's easily stunned. he prides himself on his sharp mind and sharper tongue, always ready with the sort of cutting remark that leaves people laughing and clapping for him while they try to figure out whether they're offended.
then he met seohyun.
at first, he'd treated her like everyone else. "i'm pretty sure she's a robot," he'd said to jonghyun once when they were all still trainees. "have you seen how her face never moves? not even botox can do that."
"i dunno," jonghyun had replied, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to examine her across the room. "wouldn't a robot be meaner?"
kibum opened his mouth to reply ("not if they're programmed to be nice, duh"), but seohyun had turned just then to look at them, and kibum's jaw snapped shut. he'd felt strangely...apologetic. it wasn't a good feeling.
ever since then, kibum has-avoided is too strong a word. he hasn't avoided her. he just hasn't gone out of his way to talk to her. and besides, they'd be awkward anyway. no need to put himself in that situation.
then one day, he's walking down the hall when he hears a strange noise coming from one of the empty practice rooms. when he opens the door and sticks his head in, he sees seohyun sitting on the floor, sobbing quietly into her hands. kibum wavers for a second, then sighs and walks over to her. "hey, are you okay?"
seohyun jumps and turns away, hands flying up to scrub at her face. "i'm fine."
kibum purses his lips. "you don't look fine." he pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through his contacts. "do you want me to call taeyeon-noona?"
"no!" seohyun flushes at the wide-eyed look on kibum's face and repeats, "no, sorry, i'm okay. really. i just-don't want to be around them right now."
"well, uh. do you want me to go then?"
seohyun shrugs, pulling her knees up to her chest. "it's okay."
kibum settles himself awkwardly on the floor next to her and asks, "so, what's wrong?"
"i don't think i'm supposed to tell anyone this," seohyun says slowly, "but they just cast me for we got married."
"really?" kibum tsks. "lucky. i'd love to go on."
"i'm terrified," seohyun confesses. "i'm going to be with yonghwa, from c.n. blue, and i don't think i've ever even spoken to him before." she fiddles with a shoelace. "what if he doesn't like me?"
kibum snorts. "that's what you're worried about?"
seohyun glares at him. "you can leave if you're going to be mean, you know."
"i'm not being mean!" kibum protests. "i'm saying that i can't think of anyone who doesn't like you."
"you don't like me," seohyun points out.
kibum fidgets. "sure i do."
"no, you don't." seohyun sighs, pushing a hand through her hair. "i'm pretty sure this is the longest conversation we've ever had."
kibum's heart sinks guiltily in his chest. "well, that's not because i don't like you. you're just…intimidating."
seohyun raises an eyebrow. "intimidating?"
"you're so perfect," kibum says. "how is anyone supposed to compete with that?"
seohyun laughs. "i'm not perfect. a perfect person wouldn't be sitting in a room by themselves and crying."
"well, you aren't alone now, are you?"
seohyun smiles at him, a real, genuine smile. she's very pretty when she does that, he thinks. "no, i guess not."
kibum's phone buzzes angrily, and he curses when he sees the message. "i have to go, i'm late for my voice lessons." he stands and offers a hand to seohyun. she's a lot shorter than she seems, he realizes once she's standing next to him.
seohyun smiles up at him. "thank you."
kibum squeezes her hand. "any time." he lets go and heads to the door, then pauses and turns back. "you aren't actually a robot, are you?"
that startles a laugh out of her. "no," she says, and kibum thinks her eye smile might be better than tiffany's. "no, i'm not."
the jungs
g, 222 words
it should be so much more complicated, krystal thinks. she should feel jealous that snsd is so popular, that jessica is everyone's ideal type; or maybe she should feel superior, because she was the one who was scouted, not jessica, and it's not like it's her fault that f(x) isn't doing as well as everyone else.
it should be complicated, but it's not. when krystal looks at jessica, she doesn't see an ice princess or a plastic whore or anything else that she hears jessica being called. instead, she sees her sister, small and fragile and so, so strong. krystal sees the girl who made her cry and then wiped her tears and the woman who still takes her out into the night just so she can point at the stars and say, "look. these are for you, okay? you just have to go get them." jessica is krystal's home away from home, a sunbae and an unnie and an umma all rolled into one beautiful, beaming package. jessica paints her toenails and braids her hair, and in return krystal offers her all the love she has to give.
"sica," krystal says one night, sprawled on the floor of the snsd dorm in the middle of their chick flick marathon, "you're the best sister ever."
jessica just smiles. "so are you."
yunho/jaejoong
pg-13, 394 words
"you know what your problem is?" jaejoong says one day. "you never have any fun."
"yes i do," yunho says calmly, turning a page in the newspaper. "we've been over this before."
"i mean real fun." jaejoong points an accusatory spatula at him. "the kind of fun that ends with you stumbling in at three in the morning with bacon in your pocket and three phone numbers written on your arm."
"that was not a fun night. you woke junsu up by climbing into bed with him and singing 'honky tonk badonkadonk' in his ear," yunho reminds him. "i thought he'd have to go to therapy."
jaejoong waves a dismissive hand. "he didn't shit his pants, he couldn't have been that scared."
"that's your standard? really?"
"we are not here to talk about junsu and his bladder control," jaejoong says sternly.
yunho turns another page. "i should hope not. i haven't eaten yet."
"i'm going to take you out tonight, jung yunho," jaejoong declares. "and we are going to get wasted and make fools out of ourselves because that is what we're supposed to do."
"jaejoong, that is the opposite of what we're supposed to do." yunho puts his paper down so he can look at jaejoong properly. "we can't just act however we want."
"well, why not?" jaejoong scoops some eggs onto a plate and sets it down in front of yunho, then slides the salt and pepper over to him. "isn't that the point of being famous?"
yunho laughs. "you got famous so you could text me at midnight asking if i know what happened to yoochun's boxers?"
"hey, you're the responsible one," jaejoong defends.
"it's not like i keep a gps on yoochun's underwear, you know. or anyone else's for that matter."
"well maybe you should." jaejoong throws a shoe at changmin's door and yells, "come get breakfast, you filthy animals!" before he turns back to yunho. "seriously, though, you and me. tonight. be there or i'll look up a song about boobs and sing that for you instead."
yunho puts a hand protectively over his chest. "they're not that big anymore!"
"we'll see about that." jaejoong frowns and sticks a hand in the pocket of his apron. "wait, have you seen my-hey!"
yunho raises an eyebrow. "what?"
jaejoong grins and holds up a crumpled bill. "i just found 5000 won."
gary/jongkook, gary/jihyo
g, 301 words
jongkook's got jihyo trapped inside an elevator, one foot blocking the door and both hands defending against her shoves. she swings at him but loses her balance, and he barely manages to catch her. she drops to both knees anyway and grabs his hands to keep them from ripping off her nametag. "oppa, please," she says, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "can't you let me go?"
"i'm not gary," he retorts.
"gary-oppa would be happy if you let me go, though," jihyo says, ducking away when he makes another attempt at her back. jongkook knows he's being manipulated-jihyo's sneaky that way-but gary's face flashes in his mind anyway, the stupid grin he gets when jihyo walks into the room. the monday couple started out as a joke, but jongkook thinks gary might take it seriously now. it makes him a liability.
no. gary isn't the liability here.
"please, oppa," jihyo repeats, sensing his hesitation. she pulls him down next to her and leans in to whisper in his ear, out of sight of the cameras, "i know you like making gary-oppa happy."
jongkook's grip on her hands loosens, and she takes advantage of the moment to yank away and sprint off down the hall. he could probably catch her if he tried, but jongkook feels abruptly exhausted, like he does after one of his marathon workouts. his vj turns to him for a reaction, and he shakes his head and forces a smile. "aissh, jihyo…."
"what did she say to you?" the vj asks, but jongkook just shrugs his shoulders.
"i couldn't hear her." his walkie-talkie crackles to life with gary's voice shouting, jaesuk on the third floor, hyung! and jongkook starts running. "gary-ah," he says, mouth pressed up against the speaker, "i'll be right there."
gwangsoo/joongki
g, 394 words
gwangsoo's always been a little intimidated by joongki. he's tall (but not too tall) and pale, with big eyes and a blindingly white smile. gwangsoo feels gawky in comparison, clumsy in both words and actions. he doesn't think they would be friends if they weren't chingus-joongki hangs out with people like himself, not people like gwangsoo. sukjin hyung's got nothing on him when it comes to being a sunflower, gwangsoo thinks.
they shut themselves in a room one day when they hear jongkook running down the hallway across from the one they're in. it's dark and windowless, but they don't dare turn on the lights. gwangsoo crouches in front of the door to listen for the chasing team coming their way and almost gives away their position when a hand grabs his arm.
"shh," joongki hisses. his face is only an inch away from gwangsoo's, close enough that gwangsoo can see the bags under his eyes even in the dim light. "you haven't heard them, right?"
gwangsoo shakes his head. "i don't think we should go out yet, though."
"you're so timid," joongki says, but his tone isn't derisive in the way that jongkook's is. instead, he sounds almost fond. "hyung's good, but he's not that good."
"he probably held onto his bells to mute them," gwangsoo argues. "for all we know, he's sitting outside waiting for us."
joongki's vj steps closer to film them as joongki's hand squeezes his bicep. "come on. don't you trust me?"
gwangsoo adjusts the brim of his cap nervously and nods.
"alright then. on the count of three. one…two…three!" joongki pulls open the door and, indeed, jongkook is there with a triumphant grin on his face.
gwangsoo charges forward and pushes him away, clearing a path for joongki. "run!" he shouts, and joongki bolts down the hallway. jongkook's hands fasten around gwangsoo's wrists when he tries to twist away, and he wrestles gwangsoo to the ground within seconds. gwangsoo sighs when he hears the velcro rip, and jongkook pats him on the shoulder as he stands up.
"you're so much more likable when you're being brave," he tells gwangsoo, and then he's running off in the same direction that joongki went, yelling into his walkie talkie. gwangsoo's elbow is sore from where it hit the ground, but the pride glowing inside him numbs the pain.
minho/luna
g, 330 words
"don't you think you're being a little dramatic?" amber asks as she watches shirt after shirt come flying out of the closet.
"no!" luna emerges with a sparkly black minidress in one hand and a floaty pink skirt in the other, cradling a pair of heels in her elbows. "i have to look perfect, okay? this is important."
"he's seen you during practice, you know," amber points out. "like when you're all sweaty and gross." luna throws the dress at her. "i'm just saying!"
"well i'm not at practice now, am i." luna pulls the skirt on and twirls in front of the mirror, frowning when the fabric flies up around her hips. "this isn't too short, is it?"
amber shrugs. "i think it looks fine."
"but does it look good?" luna presses, smoothing it down over her thighs. she stands there for a long moment before her face crumples. "i can't do this. it's such a bad idea."
"luna." amber stands up and turns luna to face her, planting her hands on luna's shoulders. "you look great. trust me, when you open that door, minho is going to get that one look on his face that makes him look really stupid and then he's going to smile his big dumb smile and tell you you're gorgeous and you're going to force yourself not to do your little happy dance or start crying or something, and then the two of you will go out and have a great dinner and everything will be fine. okay?"
luna sniffles. "okay."
amber pulls her into a hug, stroking her hair. she lets go a minute later and gives luna a little shove towards the bathroom. "now stop crying and go put on your makeup. vic said she'd help you with your false eyelashes."
luna nods and walks through the door, then sticks her head back in a moment later. "unnie," she says, with a smile so big it looks almost painful, "thank you."
top/bom
g, 450 words
seunghyun watches bom adjust the fur around her shoulders as the pd goes over how she'll be getting onstage, turn this way and come through that door and make sure you're completely hidden by the dancers until you start singing. she nods attentively and tugs at her dress. he doesn't know how she can stand to wear skirts that short when chaerin always complains about how hard it is to walk in them. not that he minds, really. bom has nice legs, delicate ankles leading up to curvy thighs. he's dreamed about touching them before, as creepy as that sounds. jiyong would never let him live it down if he knew.
"what are you thinking about?" bom asks once the pd's gone.
seunghyun flushes and clears his throat, looking away. "nothing. just spacing out."
"did you hear anything he said?" bom laughs when he shakes his head. "well i guess it won't matter much for you anyway, you'll be onstage the whole time." she reaches past him for her bottle of water, careful not to smudge her lipstick when she takes a drink.
"noona," seunghyun says, his eyes running over the long white stretch of her throat. "what i was thinking about before, it was your lyrics. about the stars and lady luck and all that."
"yeah?" bom blots her lips carefully. "what about them?"
"i wrote them for you."
bom laughs. "i know you did. you told me that when you asked me to do the feature in the first place."
seunghyun takes a deep breath and steps closer. "no, i mean, like…i wrote them for you."
bom blinks up at him. they stand there for a long moment before she opens her mouth, and then jiyong rushes over and grabs seunghyun's wrist, hissing at him that they need to get onstage, they're up next, and noona needs to go too. seunghyun lets himself be dragged over, nodding blindly to the good luck wishes. he catches a glimpse of bom waiting behind her door, mouthing the words he'd written months ago after one of his dreams, and hopes he didn't just screw himself over.
the crowd roars when she joins them, striding past the dancers to the center of the stage. at her second solo, she turns to seunghyun and runs a hand down his cheek. her fingernails are light on his skin, and she winks at him when he can't quite hold back his shiver. they bow together once the cameras turn off, and she takes the opportunity to lean in close. "you meant everything you wrote?"
seunghyun nods. "all of it."
bom grins and takes his hand, tugging him off stage. "then we'd better get started."
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untitled; snsd, jessica/yoona; nc-17; 688 words
originally posted here
yoona wakes up when she feels her thighs being pushed apart. she instinctively tries to close them, but there's something between her knees that won't let her. she struggles into an upright position and looks down to see a messy blonde bun hovering over her hips. "sica," she hisses, "what are you doing?"
jessica jumps a little but recovers quickly, her teeth gleaming when she smiles. "you were supposed to be asleep-"
"i was," yoona grumbles.
"-but it doesn't matter either way," jessica continues. she yanks yoona's sleep shorts down, then reaches up and hooks her fingers through the lace of her underwear.
"unnie!" yoona squeaks when jessica's thumb skims over the fabric between her legs. "you can't-yuri's right there!"
jessica shakes her head. "i switched rooms with her." she smirks up at yoona and presses a kiss to her knee. "it's just you and me, baby girl."
yoona feels a little thrill of pleasure at the affectionate pet name and can't help leaning forward to stroke a hand through jessica's hair. jessica grins and kisses the other knee, then nudges at her stomach to lay back again. yoona obliges, tossing jessica a spare pillow. she fits it under yoona's hips and runs her fingers up yoona's thighs until she's squirming in anticipation. she pulls off yoona's panties agonizingly slow, and yoona would kick her if she didn't know that would make her stop. finally, they're gone and she's naked from the waist down, her shirt pushed halfway up her ribcage. jessica hums and drags a finger over her slit. "you get so wet so fast, it's incredible." yoona blushes and shifts away, but jessica just giggles and grabs her hips. "it's a compliment."
"sure," yoona mutters, but any real comeback she might have had is lost as jessica's tongue slides against her clit. she moans and grabs at jessica's hair when she switches to gentle, pulsing sucks, rocking her hips up into jessica's mouth. two fingers press inside her, and she spreads her legs wider, hooking one over jessica's shoulder. "oh-fuck, sica."
"such language," jessica murmurs. yoona whines when she pulls back, but a crook of jessica's fingers shuts her up. "it's unbecoming for a lady."
"nobody's a lady at four in the morning," yoona retorts.
jessica laughs and presses a fond kiss to the inside of her thigh. "just lay back and enjoy it, okay? i'm doing this for you and you alone. well, and me," she admits to yoona's raised eyebrow. "but you're the one getting the most out of it, so shut up and close your eyes."
yoona rolls her eyes but does as she's told. immediately she's more aware of everything, attuned to jessica's breath on her pelvis and the whorls of her fingertips. her hips roll when jessica's lips trace the skin stretched around her knuckles, and jessica encourages it, slipping her free hand under yoona's back to support her. yoona bites her lip when when jessica pulls her fingers out and replaces them with her tongue. for all her bragging, jessica really is good at this; she'd figured out the right way to touch yoona by their third makeout-slash-groping session. and she takes shameless advantage of that knowledge to get yoona's thighs trembling and her fingers clutching desperately at the sheets. "s-sica," she gasps, eyes squeezed tightly shut, "i'm going to-"
jessica's fingers pinch her clit gently just as her tongue curves inside her, and yoona comes in a rush. she sinks into the bed when the aftershocks have passed, completely exhausted. jessica wipes her sticky fingers on yoona's stomach ("hey," yoona protests weakly) and pulls the pillow out from under her hips. she kneads it into place next to yoona and curls up against her side with a kiss to her cheek. yoona gets up the energy a few moments later to turn her head and kiss her properly, but by then it's too late. yoona stares at jessica's sleeping face disbelievingly, then sighs and pulls the comforter up to cover them both. "you're ridiculous, you know that?" she says to jessica.
jessica just smiles and snuggles closer.
if i was you: snsd/f(x), jessica/krystal; pg; 350 words
originally posted here
remixed by admortems!!!
it's not unusual, krystal tells herself. ashley did it, after all, and all the guys like her. she was actually the one who got the idea in her head, when she told krystal about how she and her stepsisters would practice kissing each other. they just wanted to get good so that when they did have boyfriends they'd be ready. it would be so embarrassing to drool all over yourself or bite his tongue. krystal doesn't want that to happen to her. so it doesn't mean anything when she kisses jessica, not really.
she wonders if it'll be like this, kissing boys. jessica's lips are softer than a boy's would be, and she wears expensive floral perfume that clings to krystal's hair. krystal sneaks into her room sometimes and sprays her wrists with it, just so she can have it with her. that's something little sisters do, right? it isn't weird to want jessica's scent on her.
krystal borrows jessica's dresses, too. they're a little small in the stomach and big in the chest, but krystal likes the way they look on her. she thinks jessica has good taste. she wants to be like her when she grows up.
she doesn't like it when jessica's boyfriend comes over. krystal hid jessica's purse once, with her wallet and her emergency makeup inside, so that she wouldn't be able to go, but he had just laughed and said it was fine, he'd been planning to pay for everything and he thinks she's just as pretty without makeup anyway. krystal didn't know he'd seen her without makeup. the only time she doesn't have it on is when she's going to bed. krystal hates jessica's boyfriend. he gets to kiss her whenever he wants to, gets to taste that special pink lip gloss she only ever puts on when he's on his way to pick her up. it's sticky-sweet on krystal's tongue when she licks it off her own lips.
krystal looks at herself in the mirror, wearing jessica's dress and jessica's perfume and jessica's makeup and thinks, maybe i'll dye my hair blonde.
untitled: snsd, combinations of unrequited taeyeon/tiffany/jessica; pg-13; 675 words
originally posted here
*edited slightly since original posting
Jessica knew for sure that she was gay exactly two years, three weeks, and one day after her debut. They'd had their official anniversary celebration on the proper day, complete with a fansigning and industry hobnobbing afterwards, but SME threw them a smaller, more intimate party at the next gap in their schedule. That was the fun party, the one with real alcohol and loud music and a blind eye turned to whatever happened inside. They got Seohyun drunk for the first time (Sunny's phone captured her demanding that Yoona review the procedure to follow should she be found pale and still in the bathroom-"Airway-breathing-compressions, okay, remember that!") and pretended not to notice when Yuri crept away with one of the dancers, both of them giggling too loudly to really be sneaky.
Jessica, on the other hand, was content to sit on the sidelines with a rainbow of martinis in front of her. Hyoyeon would break half of the glasses later that night when she got up on the table to dance clumsily to Genie, but at that time she was still pressed against Jessica's side, head tilted against hers so she left waxy streaks of lipstick on Jessica's cheek with every word she spoke. Tiffany sat on her other side, already well on her way to drunk. She's always been a lightweight, the kind who gets tipsy after a single beer. Not like Jessica. She can take four shots of rum in ten minutes and still be steady in her heels.
Taeyeon slid into the seat at the end of the booth with a half-empty bottle of champagne clutched tight in one hand, and Tiffany greeted her with a shriek and a wetly cheerful kiss on the cheek while Hyoyeon waved furiously. Jessica ignored her, sipping at her drink instead. "There is too much alcohol in this," she said.
Tiffany turned to look at her, shaking her head. "Jessie," she slurred, "there is no such thing as too much alcohol."
Hyoyeon reached over Jessica to slap at Tiffany's arm and shouted, "Speak Korean!" Jessica winced at the shrillness of her voice.
Tiffany giggled and reached for Jessica's hand so she could twine their fingers together. "I like you," she whispered, leaning in conspiratorially.
"I know." Behind Tiffany, Taeyeon tilted her head back and tipped her bottle up. A drop of champagne ran down her chin. Jessica forced herself to look away.
"Your tongue is blue," Tiffany murmured, and leaned in. Jessica didn't want to kiss her, not really, but Tiffany's breasts were pushing against her arm and Taeyeon was slamming her bottle down and storming away from the table and Jessica had never been the type to rise above. So she kissed back, let Tiffany lick away the stains on her mouth, and only stopped when a flash went off.
She looked up to see Sunny and Sooyoung standing in front of her with identical wine-red grins. "For blackmail purposes," Sunny told her as Sooyoung wound the camera forward, and then they skipped away to document Yoona's foray into the world of poledancing.
"I'm going to be sick," Jessica said, and shoved her way past Hyoyeon. Taeyeon was in the bathroom, standing over the sink and staring into the mirror. Her head snapped up when the door closed, and she glared at Jessica.
"You're a bitch, you know that?" Her mascara had left ugly gray streaks on her cheeks. "You knew that I-you knew! I trusted you, and now you're going to throw it back in my face?"
Something cruel twisted inside Jessica. "You think I don't know what it feels like? Being rejected?"
Taeyeon laughed bitterly, looking old and tired in the harsh fluorescent lighting. "This is so far from being about you, Sica."
Jessica's hands balled into fists. "At least the girl I'm in love with isn't straight," she spat.
Taeyeon stared at her for a long moment, realization dawning on her face. Then a muscle in her jaw twitched and she stalked out, letting the door slam behind her.
slow down, this night's a perfect shade of dark blue: snsd, jessica/tiffany; pg; 300 words
originally posted here
One warm August night, Jessica drives Tiffany out to the middle of the desert and parks in the dust. They climb out of the car and onto its roof, staring up at the sky. "I was a Girl Scout growing up," Jessica says. "We learned all the constellations when I was nine."
"I learned the constellations when I was nine, too. Except my mother taught them to me."
Jessica squeezes Tiffany's hand. "I'm sorry."
Tiffany shakes her head. "It's okay. Seeing the stars always makes me think of her anyway." Jessica tips her head so her cheek is pressed against Tiffany's. They lay there for a long time, freckle to freckle, until Tiffany says, "Jess, you're not asleep, right?"
Jessica makes an indignant sort of noise. "I wouldn't do that!"
"You would too." Tiffany pokes her in the side. "You're practically narcoleptic."
"Am not," Jessica sniffs. "The doctors said so."
"Oh, Jessica," Tiffany sighs even as their palms fit together. "You are a treasure."
Jessica shifts so her head is resting against Tiffany's shoulder. "I'm glad you think so."
Tiffany slides her fingers through Jessica's hair, artfully arranging the curls in a halo around her head. "I'm glad we did this."
"Me too-oh!" Jessica scrambles off the roof and goes digging in the backseat for something. She emerges a few minutes later with two red plastic cups and a bottle of cheap wine. "Almost forgot." She winks at Tiffany. "I didn't want to abandon all of our girls' night out traditions."
"Don't worry, this is much better than Matthew McConaughey," Tiffany beams, taking everything from Jessica so she can climb back up. Once the wine has been poured, she turns to Jessica. "To us," she declares, holding her cup high.
Jessica smiles and knocks their cups together. "To us."
untitled: big bang, g-dragon/top; pg-13; 161 words
originally posted here
Jiyong's mouth is warm and soft when Seunghyun presses his own to it. He tastes like expensive vodka and cheap cigarettes, the kind he once joked that he only smoked so his voice would sound like Seunghyun's. "But I like your voice," he mumbles.
"What?" Jiyong's hands tug at his collar, pulling him closer. "What'd you say?"
"Nothing," Seunghyun says. He's distracted by the way Jiyong's leather jacket squeaks when he moves, the coarseness of his hair, the joint he holds to Seunghyun's lips. Jiyong leans forward and takes back the air Seunghyun sucks in, blowing smoke out the corner of his mouth. "I like this."
"Yeah, me too." Jiyong grins at him, lazy, hazy through the smoke. Seunghyun wants to write a song about the way his collarbones extend delicately from beneath his shirt. "You got any ideas yet?"
Seunghyun nods slowly. "Yeah, I think so."
"Alright then." Jiyong rolls his chair over to the computer and hits play. "Go."
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onho - minho having a hard time deciding between being competitive or pleasing onew
g, 383 words
"yes!" taemin crows when minho and jinki both throw scissors to his rock. minho's scowl deepens as he scampers over to join kibum on the couch, while jinki just looks resigned.
"choi minho, you've made it to the final round!" jonghyun thrusts his hairbrush in front of minho's mouth as if it were a microphone. "tell us, what are you going to throw?"
"your mom," minho snaps.
undeterred, jonghyun turns to jinki next, repeating the question. jinki shrugs and grins almost apologetically at minho. "dunno. paper, i guess?"
"you heard it here first, folks," jonghyun announces, taking up his place behind them. "but will minho take the bait and choose scissors? and will the honest lee jinki truly throw paper? or will he trick minho at the last minute and switch to rock? there's only one way to find out!" he covers the top of the brush with his hand and leans in. "now, i want a fair fight between you two, so no hairpulling, you got that?"
"you are an embarrassment," minho mutters even as jinki nods in agreement. he scrutinizes jinki for any tell-tale signs about his decision one way or another, but he's as calm as ever. their fists hover in midair as jonghyun counts them off, and when minho thrusts his hand down there are only two fingers standing out.
jinki's hand is flat.
"choi minho wins!" jonghyun whoops, grabbing minho's free arm and holding it up in the air. "lee jinki will be doing the dishes tonight. thank you for coming, we'll have another show next week!" and with that, he dives for the remote before taemin can get it and flips the channel to an obnoxious infomercial about the only! lamp! you'll ever need!, cackling all the while.
jinki sighs and heads into the kitchen, already rolling up his sleeves. minho trails behind him and stands in the doorway as the dishes are stacked next to the sink and the faucet turned to hot. "hyung?"
jinki turns to look at him, pulling the yellow rubber gloves over his hands. "yes?"
"i could, um, help you," minho offers. "if you wanted."
jinki raises an eyebrow. "but you won."
minho shrugs. "i don't mind."
jinki's face breaks into a smile, and he beckons minho over. "then come on in."
taenysic - mainly tiffany being caught in the middle and jessica being the odd one out
pg, 385 words
related to taeyeon/sunny drabble below
"i think she likes me," tiffany whispers to jessica when taeyeon catches her eye from across the room and waves.
"what, is she gay?" jessica asks, digging around in her purse.
tiffany waves back. "dunno. but i-you remember that party at sigma chi like a week before spring break?"
"yeah." jessica triumphantly pulls out a pencil and leans in to mark her sheet music. "what about it?"
"i may have possibly kissed her."
jessica drops the pencil. they both wince when it bounces off the metal stand, and jessica quickly grabs it to keep it from falling onto the floor. "you did what?"
"i was drunk!" tiffany protests. "it didn't mean anything."
"well clearly to her it did!" jessica writes in her sforzando a little more violently than necessary. "jesus, tiffany, you probably gave her the wrong idea."
tiffany worries her lower lip between her teeth, stealing a glance at taeyeon. "do you think so?"
"i'm just saying that if-shit," jessica hisses when the tip of her pencil breaks off. "you don't have a sharpener, do you?"
"no, sorry."
when jessica looks up again, tiffany is smiling at taeyeon. "what are you doing?" she demands.
"i think i should go talk to her," tiffany says, adjusting the way her curls lay on her shoulders. "you know, to, like…clear things up."
"class is going to start soon," jessica warns, but tiffany just waves her hand dismissively.
"taeyeon's the darling of the choir program," she points out. "the director won't get mad if she's talking to someone. i'll be right back, okay?" jessica watches tiffany walk over to taeyeon, her hips swinging from side to side the way jessica's only seen them do in front of boys. it doesn't look like tiffany's explaining that she isn't gay, at least judging by the way taeyeon laughs and touches tiffany's elbow. jessica feels a wave of nausea rise in her stomach when tiffany steps closer.
"excuse me," she mutters, shoving everything in her bag and slipping between the chairs behind her to get to the door. she hurries to the single-stall bathroom and locks the door behind her, then sinks down onto the toilet with her head in her hands. stupid, jessica thinks, stifling a sob. stupid, stupid, stupid girl, to think she'd ever like you.
taeyeon/sunny
pg, 197 words
related to taeyeon/tiffany/jessica drabble above
every summer, taeyeon and sunny drive 67 miles to the cabin sunny's family owns. they spend two weeks smoking weed and skinny dipping in the nearby lake. they swap stories from the year about partying and hooking up and falling in and out of love every few months. (this time around, taeyeon's still got a crush on the california girl in her choir class and sunny's determined to fuck her chemistry ta from last semester.) on the first day they make a trip to the nearby town to pick up some groceries and come back with half their budget spent on alcohol and two townies they'd met outside the liquor store in tow. taeyeon kisses one over his guitar while sunny rides the other in her parents' bed, and they're kicked out four hours later with a souvenir bottle of smirnoff. afterwards, taeyeon and sunny curl up in the bottom half of the bunk bed they'd shared when they were kids and whisper secrets they've heard a million times before, their hands twined together between them. they'll be gone in thirteen days, but for now they're frozen in time with the cabin, waiting for the day to break.
key/seohyun - seduce her with words. an expansive vocabulary is sexy as hell.
g, 677 words
kibum is not the type of person who's easily stunned. he prides himself on his sharp mind and sharper tongue, always ready with the sort of cutting remark that leaves people laughing and clapping for him while they try to figure out whether they're offended.
then he met seohyun.
at first, he'd treated her like everyone else. "i'm pretty sure she's a robot," he'd said to jonghyun once when they were all still trainees. "have you seen how her face never moves? not even botox can do that."
"i dunno," jonghyun had replied, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to examine her across the room. "wouldn't a robot be meaner?"
kibum opened his mouth to reply ("not if they're programmed to be nice, duh"), but seohyun had turned just then to look at them, and kibum's jaw snapped shut. he'd felt strangely...apologetic. it wasn't a good feeling.
ever since then, kibum has-avoided is too strong a word. he hasn't avoided her. he just hasn't gone out of his way to talk to her. and besides, they'd be awkward anyway. no need to put himself in that situation.
then one day, he's walking down the hall when he hears a strange noise coming from one of the empty practice rooms. when he opens the door and sticks his head in, he sees seohyun sitting on the floor, sobbing quietly into her hands. kibum wavers for a second, then sighs and walks over to her. "hey, are you okay?"
seohyun jumps and turns away, hands flying up to scrub at her face. "i'm fine."
kibum purses his lips. "you don't look fine." he pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through his contacts. "do you want me to call taeyeon-noona?"
"no!" seohyun flushes at the wide-eyed look on kibum's face and repeats, "no, sorry, i'm okay. really. i just-don't want to be around them right now."
"well, uh. do you want me to go then?"
seohyun shrugs, pulling her knees up to her chest. "it's okay."
kibum settles himself awkwardly on the floor next to her and asks, "so, what's wrong?"
"i don't think i'm supposed to tell anyone this," seohyun says slowly, "but they just cast me for we got married."
"really?" kibum tsks. "lucky. i'd love to go on."
"i'm terrified," seohyun confesses. "i'm going to be with yonghwa, from c.n. blue, and i don't think i've ever even spoken to him before." she fiddles with a shoelace. "what if he doesn't like me?"
kibum snorts. "that's what you're worried about?"
seohyun glares at him. "you can leave if you're going to be mean, you know."
"i'm not being mean!" kibum protests. "i'm saying that i can't think of anyone who doesn't like you."
"you don't like me," seohyun points out.
kibum fidgets. "sure i do."
"no, you don't." seohyun sighs, pushing a hand through her hair. "i'm pretty sure this is the longest conversation we've ever had."
kibum's heart sinks guiltily in his chest. "well, that's not because i don't like you. you're just…intimidating."
seohyun raises an eyebrow. "intimidating?"
"you're so perfect," kibum says. "how is anyone supposed to compete with that?"
seohyun laughs. "i'm not perfect. a perfect person wouldn't be sitting in a room by themselves and crying."
"well, you aren't alone now, are you?"
seohyun smiles at him, a real, genuine smile. she's very pretty when she does that, he thinks. "no, i guess not."
kibum's phone buzzes angrily, and he curses when he sees the message. "i have to go, i'm late for my voice lessons." he stands and offers a hand to seohyun. she's a lot shorter than she seems, he realizes once she's standing next to him.
seohyun smiles up at him. "thank you."
kibum squeezes her hand. "any time." he lets go and heads to the door, then pauses and turns back. "you aren't actually a robot, are you?"
that startles a laugh out of her. "no," she says, and kibum thinks her eye smile might be better than tiffany's. "no, i'm not."
the jungs
g, 222 words
it should be so much more complicated, krystal thinks. she should feel jealous that snsd is so popular, that jessica is everyone's ideal type; or maybe she should feel superior, because she was the one who was scouted, not jessica, and it's not like it's her fault that f(x) isn't doing as well as everyone else.
it should be complicated, but it's not. when krystal looks at jessica, she doesn't see an ice princess or a plastic whore or anything else that she hears jessica being called. instead, she sees her sister, small and fragile and so, so strong. krystal sees the girl who made her cry and then wiped her tears and the woman who still takes her out into the night just so she can point at the stars and say, "look. these are for you, okay? you just have to go get them." jessica is krystal's home away from home, a sunbae and an unnie and an umma all rolled into one beautiful, beaming package. jessica paints her toenails and braids her hair, and in return krystal offers her all the love she has to give.
"sica," krystal says one night, sprawled on the floor of the snsd dorm in the middle of their chick flick marathon, "you're the best sister ever."
jessica just smiles. "so are you."
yunho/jaejoong
pg-13, 394 words
"you know what your problem is?" jaejoong says one day. "you never have any fun."
"yes i do," yunho says calmly, turning a page in the newspaper. "we've been over this before."
"i mean real fun." jaejoong points an accusatory spatula at him. "the kind of fun that ends with you stumbling in at three in the morning with bacon in your pocket and three phone numbers written on your arm."
"that was not a fun night. you woke junsu up by climbing into bed with him and singing 'honky tonk badonkadonk' in his ear," yunho reminds him. "i thought he'd have to go to therapy."
jaejoong waves a dismissive hand. "he didn't shit his pants, he couldn't have been that scared."
"that's your standard? really?"
"we are not here to talk about junsu and his bladder control," jaejoong says sternly.
yunho turns another page. "i should hope not. i haven't eaten yet."
"i'm going to take you out tonight, jung yunho," jaejoong declares. "and we are going to get wasted and make fools out of ourselves because that is what we're supposed to do."
"jaejoong, that is the opposite of what we're supposed to do." yunho puts his paper down so he can look at jaejoong properly. "we can't just act however we want."
"well, why not?" jaejoong scoops some eggs onto a plate and sets it down in front of yunho, then slides the salt and pepper over to him. "isn't that the point of being famous?"
yunho laughs. "you got famous so you could text me at midnight asking if i know what happened to yoochun's boxers?"
"hey, you're the responsible one," jaejoong defends.
"it's not like i keep a gps on yoochun's underwear, you know. or anyone else's for that matter."
"well maybe you should." jaejoong throws a shoe at changmin's door and yells, "come get breakfast, you filthy animals!" before he turns back to yunho. "seriously, though, you and me. tonight. be there or i'll look up a song about boobs and sing that for you instead."
yunho puts a hand protectively over his chest. "they're not that big anymore!"
"we'll see about that." jaejoong frowns and sticks a hand in the pocket of his apron. "wait, have you seen my-hey!"
yunho raises an eyebrow. "what?"
jaejoong grins and holds up a crumpled bill. "i just found 5000 won."
gary/jongkook, gary/jihyo
g, 301 words
jongkook's got jihyo trapped inside an elevator, one foot blocking the door and both hands defending against her shoves. she swings at him but loses her balance, and he barely manages to catch her. she drops to both knees anyway and grabs his hands to keep them from ripping off her nametag. "oppa, please," she says, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "can't you let me go?"
"i'm not gary," he retorts.
"gary-oppa would be happy if you let me go, though," jihyo says, ducking away when he makes another attempt at her back. jongkook knows he's being manipulated-jihyo's sneaky that way-but gary's face flashes in his mind anyway, the stupid grin he gets when jihyo walks into the room. the monday couple started out as a joke, but jongkook thinks gary might take it seriously now. it makes him a liability.
no. gary isn't the liability here.
"please, oppa," jihyo repeats, sensing his hesitation. she pulls him down next to her and leans in to whisper in his ear, out of sight of the cameras, "i know you like making gary-oppa happy."
jongkook's grip on her hands loosens, and she takes advantage of the moment to yank away and sprint off down the hall. he could probably catch her if he tried, but jongkook feels abruptly exhausted, like he does after one of his marathon workouts. his vj turns to him for a reaction, and he shakes his head and forces a smile. "aissh, jihyo…."
"what did she say to you?" the vj asks, but jongkook just shrugs his shoulders.
"i couldn't hear her." his walkie-talkie crackles to life with gary's voice shouting, jaesuk on the third floor, hyung! and jongkook starts running. "gary-ah," he says, mouth pressed up against the speaker, "i'll be right there."
gwangsoo/joongki
g, 394 words
gwangsoo's always been a little intimidated by joongki. he's tall (but not too tall) and pale, with big eyes and a blindingly white smile. gwangsoo feels gawky in comparison, clumsy in both words and actions. he doesn't think they would be friends if they weren't chingus-joongki hangs out with people like himself, not people like gwangsoo. sukjin hyung's got nothing on him when it comes to being a sunflower, gwangsoo thinks.
they shut themselves in a room one day when they hear jongkook running down the hallway across from the one they're in. it's dark and windowless, but they don't dare turn on the lights. gwangsoo crouches in front of the door to listen for the chasing team coming their way and almost gives away their position when a hand grabs his arm.
"shh," joongki hisses. his face is only an inch away from gwangsoo's, close enough that gwangsoo can see the bags under his eyes even in the dim light. "you haven't heard them, right?"
gwangsoo shakes his head. "i don't think we should go out yet, though."
"you're so timid," joongki says, but his tone isn't derisive in the way that jongkook's is. instead, he sounds almost fond. "hyung's good, but he's not that good."
"he probably held onto his bells to mute them," gwangsoo argues. "for all we know, he's sitting outside waiting for us."
joongki's vj steps closer to film them as joongki's hand squeezes his bicep. "come on. don't you trust me?"
gwangsoo adjusts the brim of his cap nervously and nods.
"alright then. on the count of three. one…two…three!" joongki pulls open the door and, indeed, jongkook is there with a triumphant grin on his face.
gwangsoo charges forward and pushes him away, clearing a path for joongki. "run!" he shouts, and joongki bolts down the hallway. jongkook's hands fasten around gwangsoo's wrists when he tries to twist away, and he wrestles gwangsoo to the ground within seconds. gwangsoo sighs when he hears the velcro rip, and jongkook pats him on the shoulder as he stands up.
"you're so much more likable when you're being brave," he tells gwangsoo, and then he's running off in the same direction that joongki went, yelling into his walkie talkie. gwangsoo's elbow is sore from where it hit the ground, but the pride glowing inside him numbs the pain.
minho/luna
g, 330 words
"don't you think you're being a little dramatic?" amber asks as she watches shirt after shirt come flying out of the closet.
"no!" luna emerges with a sparkly black minidress in one hand and a floaty pink skirt in the other, cradling a pair of heels in her elbows. "i have to look perfect, okay? this is important."
"he's seen you during practice, you know," amber points out. "like when you're all sweaty and gross." luna throws the dress at her. "i'm just saying!"
"well i'm not at practice now, am i." luna pulls the skirt on and twirls in front of the mirror, frowning when the fabric flies up around her hips. "this isn't too short, is it?"
amber shrugs. "i think it looks fine."
"but does it look good?" luna presses, smoothing it down over her thighs. she stands there for a long moment before her face crumples. "i can't do this. it's such a bad idea."
"luna." amber stands up and turns luna to face her, planting her hands on luna's shoulders. "you look great. trust me, when you open that door, minho is going to get that one look on his face that makes him look really stupid and then he's going to smile his big dumb smile and tell you you're gorgeous and you're going to force yourself not to do your little happy dance or start crying or something, and then the two of you will go out and have a great dinner and everything will be fine. okay?"
luna sniffles. "okay."
amber pulls her into a hug, stroking her hair. she lets go a minute later and gives luna a little shove towards the bathroom. "now stop crying and go put on your makeup. vic said she'd help you with your false eyelashes."
luna nods and walks through the door, then sticks her head back in a moment later. "unnie," she says, with a smile so big it looks almost painful, "thank you."
top/bom
g, 450 words
seunghyun watches bom adjust the fur around her shoulders as the pd goes over how she'll be getting onstage, turn this way and come through that door and make sure you're completely hidden by the dancers until you start singing. she nods attentively and tugs at her dress. he doesn't know how she can stand to wear skirts that short when chaerin always complains about how hard it is to walk in them. not that he minds, really. bom has nice legs, delicate ankles leading up to curvy thighs. he's dreamed about touching them before, as creepy as that sounds. jiyong would never let him live it down if he knew.
"what are you thinking about?" bom asks once the pd's gone.
seunghyun flushes and clears his throat, looking away. "nothing. just spacing out."
"did you hear anything he said?" bom laughs when he shakes his head. "well i guess it won't matter much for you anyway, you'll be onstage the whole time." she reaches past him for her bottle of water, careful not to smudge her lipstick when she takes a drink.
"noona," seunghyun says, his eyes running over the long white stretch of her throat. "what i was thinking about before, it was your lyrics. about the stars and lady luck and all that."
"yeah?" bom blots her lips carefully. "what about them?"
"i wrote them for you."
bom laughs. "i know you did. you told me that when you asked me to do the feature in the first place."
seunghyun takes a deep breath and steps closer. "no, i mean, like…i wrote them for you."
bom blinks up at him. they stand there for a long moment before she opens her mouth, and then jiyong rushes over and grabs seunghyun's wrist, hissing at him that they need to get onstage, they're up next, and noona needs to go too. seunghyun lets himself be dragged over, nodding blindly to the good luck wishes. he catches a glimpse of bom waiting behind her door, mouthing the words he'd written months ago after one of his dreams, and hopes he didn't just screw himself over.
the crowd roars when she joins them, striding past the dancers to the center of the stage. at her second solo, she turns to seunghyun and runs a hand down his cheek. her fingernails are light on his skin, and she winks at him when he can't quite hold back his shiver. they bow together once the cameras turn off, and she takes the opportunity to lean in close. "you meant everything you wrote?"
seunghyun nods. "all of it."
bom grins and takes his hand, tugging him off stage. "then we'd better get started."
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