Footsteps
Footsteps
Yoona (SNSD) x Tiffany (SNSD)
PG-13; 1951w
Yoona makes a game out of stalking people. Tiffany is her latest target.
A/N: For unnideul Post 6
She reminds Yoona of the sun; bright and intense, meant to be seen, always. Everything screams for attraction and appeal: fashionable clothes that accent curves, high heels, a pink designer purse and large sunglasses all combined with a strut that only a celebrity can know. Even the common suits and shirts of the hustling crowd can’t cover her up with their monotony. But Yoona chooses her for a different reason. She watches as the girl accidently stumbles into someone, immediately apologizing with a hasty bow and a wide beautiful smile. Despite her radiance she appears approachable, seemingly kind and energetic. Yoona chooses her because she seems like the kind of person who’s easy to tease, the perfect person to prank. The girl clears the turnstiles and Yoona waits, eyes drawn. When the girl avoids the stairs leading up into the city and instead heads to the hallways connecting to another stop in the subway station, Yoona starts to follow, slipping into her routine like second nature, easy as breathing.
Yoona loves to make a game of stalking people, the measured steps and nonchalance mixed with just the smallest touch of suspiciousness; it’s all so fun to her. But the real fun isn’t in scaring the target. The real fun comes when her target suddenly realizes they’re being followed and quickly tries to find a way out of their situation. Maybe they’ll quickly enter a store or turn into an alleyway or try to make a run for it and by then, with eyes that fearfully watch her every move, Yoona will walk past them, ignoring their very presence, pace not changing the slightest.
It’s a thrilling experience, the flipping of expectations. To remove one’s security only to give it back just as easily, it’s amazing how easily people can be deceived by the demons of their own minds.
The subway is her chosen playground and she always chooses a place with a clear view near the turnstiles, usually by a wall or railing. No one stops to think about the lone woman who plays with her phone idly; there are so many others like her as well. All around her people are coming and going, the building is a place of motion and people are acknowledged and forgotten in the same glance.
Slowly, the crowd thins out and only a few walk around them now, following the long narrow hallway. The girl hasn’t turned her head once and she seems almost as lost in her thoughts as one could expect of those who listen to music while they take the subway. But then again, if she had been listening to music or chatting on her phone even, Yoona would’ve never chosen her. Playing with her footsteps is another enjoyment of the game. Purposefully stomping to cause fear or lightening one’s steps to avoid detection; Yoona’s favorite method of doing so is trying to match their steps together. Though she avoids staring at anything in particular as she continues her trail, Yoona makes sure to keep track of the back of the girl’s head and her long wavy brown hair with her peripheral vision. If the long time she spends behind her doesn’t alarm the other girl, then Yoona would have to exaggerate her suspiciousness soon enough.
The hallway expands outwards into a large room with several exits all branching out to various entrances to the city as well as other trains. Suddenly the girl stops and turns around. Yoona has dealt with sudden turns before and her body has long adapted to keeping still in such cases. She boldly walks forward, acting as if the girl in front of her doesn’t exist. The girl's actions while observing her surroundings are loud and bold; hair dancing as she looks around, teeth chewing on her bottom lip. Most likely she's searching for signs telling her the correct direction to head towards, though the slight lingering glance that she leaves on Yoona doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s enough for Yoona to wonder if she’s already started to become suspicious of her. The gap between the two is already shortened by half with Yoona’s steady walk when the girl, satisfied with having found her way, immediately heads off, once again.
Looking over the girl’s shoulder from behind, Yoona doesn’t notice anything that could immediately serve as a destination; what draws her interest instead is the slight tenseness of the girl’s arms and a rather miniscule increase in the quickness of her steps. As the other girl draws her purse closer to her body, Yoona fights the urge to grin. The fun is just beginning.
Steadily the gap between the two grows as Yoona notices the girl is walking towards an exit that would lead her to a set of stairs headed up to the city. Whether or not to follow her is Yoona’s primary decision at this point. She could either end the game here by walking past the doors without a single glance or she could follow the girl up the stairs and head in a completely different direction once they reached the top.
The girl disappears through the doors and Yoona, deciding to prolong her fun, immediately follows. At first, it appears as if the girl disappeared and Yoona is only greeted with the sight of vending machines and dull brick walls. The staircase is located on her left side, a little bit away from the doors, so it’s undetectable unless one enters through the doors. Yoona wouldn’t even be able to see it unless she turns her head, so at first she doesn’t really know what to think when suddenly she’s dragged forcefully along and pushed against the wall.
There’s no rationality for Yoona yet; it’s all a mass of confusing sensations, the mouth that suddenly covers her own and the hands that press heatedly against her, the warmth seeming to sink through her clothes. Long slender fingers dance down down down and reach under her shirt to stroke her stomach, fingers toying with her jeans at the same time.
Yoona finds the girl’s shoulders and gives a shove, their lips separating with a wet pop. “What the hell are you doing!” Yoona screams, only to clamp her mouth shut at the sudden realization that she’s still in a public place. Her eyes widen at the thought that she had just been kissing a girl in public and though no one had caught them, it’s still startling enough for her to think about. Of course, Yoona always plans her games during the time where there are not so many people in the subway, sometime in the afternoon when all of the students and businessmen have returned from lunch and the night crowd has yet to come out.
The girl gives her a quizzical look, eyes pretty and dark. That’s when Yoona notices the girl’s sunglasses have been removed and tucked away in the safety of her pocket.
“You’re not attracted to me, are you?”
The girl seems more amused than offended by the idea and Yoona fights the instinct to gape at her like a fool.
“What would give you that idea?”
“Well, not to brag, but usually people who follow me tend to want to get into my pants.” She gives Yoona a pointed glance.
Suddenly Yoona is unable to look the girl in the eye. She’s never been caught before playing her game and having to explain herself makes her seem rather childish, if not a bit cruel spirited. After all, stalkers are not widely received anywhere. “Well I’m not like that.”
“So you followed me for other devious reasons?”
“No. I was just… having some fun.” Like she thought, the explanation sounds far stranger spoken then thought.
“Pity,” the girl’s lips form a small pout and Yoona finds it more adorable than she should. “You’re my type and everything.”
Yoona swallows. “Your type?”
“You know, pretty when still, cute when active and mischievousness sprinkled throughout.”
Yoona can’t help but blush at that and the fire that’s spread to her cheeks makes the girl grin, causing her eyes to form small beautiful crescents. Yoona nearly loses her breath at the sight and she can’t help but feel that the girl doesn’t miss that either. Never has she felt so open and naked before. Instinctively, when the girl starts to walk closer, Yoona backs up into the wall and feels the cold hard bricks press hard against her back.
Her voice should never be this unsteady and her eyes this flighty. Yoona finds herself staring at the vending machine as she mumbles out a quick apology. “So, I’m really sorry for the trouble, but I’ll be on my way…”
The girl leans in against her, chest to chest and hands lightly at her waist. Yoona’s brain suddenly rebels; her desire to escape doesn’t seem so right anymore. The other girl’s body is so soft and warm and Yoona fights to strange urge to bury her face in the girl’s hair and inhale her scent. She doesn’t understand why she finds her so attractive. Hot breath caresses the curve of her ear as the girl whispers into it and Yoona can almost anticipate the feeling of small teeth nibbling against the flesh.
“So soon? Don’t I at least get a name? I’m Tiffany by the way.”
“Yoona,” she says, her name dropping from unsteady lips before she can stop it. When did she become so weak?
“You’re trembling.” Tiffany traces Yoona’s jaw with her fingernail and Yoona’s shivers in pleasure. “How cute.” Tiffany places a quick kiss on Yoona’s cheek before she moves away. Her hands leave her waist and now play with a small cellphone that looks frighteningly familiar. Her cellphone, now that Yoona notices.
How did Yoona not notice Tiffany taking her phone from her pocket? She can only stare dumbly as Tiffany taps at her phone, before handing it back over. “You really should password protect your phone, you know,” Tiffany teases, as she slides her sunglasses back on her face. “It’s been fun, Yoona. Call if you want to play again okay?” As she walks away, Yoona is certain that the sway of her hips is intentional.
Yoona, with her back still against the wall, finds herself sliding to the ground. Her head rests against the wall and a pervasive numbness infects her. However, now free of Tiffaný intoxicating presence, Yoona finds she can breathe easier. Now she has a clear head to think with and a clear heart to rage from.
Tiffany was supposed to be hers to play with and hers to control and somehow Yoona had taken that role instead. She had been completely dominated and toyed with and the fact fills her with frustration. Clenching her fists, Yoona bites her lip as shame writhes in her gut; she had been defeated completely, so why did she enjoy it so much?. How Yoona would love to get revenge, to find the other girl and turn things around. Tiffany should be the one trembling in front of her, eyes wide and breath ragged. Tiffany should be the one whose eyes dart around and her voice hitching with every word.
A new feeling rises up under Yoona’s skin and her body seems to shudder with new energy. It’s like her blood is boiling from this sudden rush of excitement that’s so different from any of the games she’s played and yet, buried deeply in the rumbling in her ears and the thudding of her chest is a small familiar twinge of pleasure.
Yoona looks at her phone where Tiffany has entered herself into her contacts as “Fany” followed by a heart.
Yoona smiles at the number, mouth splitting wide. She finally has a new game to play.
Yoona (SNSD) x Tiffany (SNSD)
PG-13; 1951w
Yoona makes a game out of stalking people. Tiffany is her latest target.
A/N: For unnideul Post 6
She reminds Yoona of the sun; bright and intense, meant to be seen, always. Everything screams for attraction and appeal: fashionable clothes that accent curves, high heels, a pink designer purse and large sunglasses all combined with a strut that only a celebrity can know. Even the common suits and shirts of the hustling crowd can’t cover her up with their monotony. But Yoona chooses her for a different reason. She watches as the girl accidently stumbles into someone, immediately apologizing with a hasty bow and a wide beautiful smile. Despite her radiance she appears approachable, seemingly kind and energetic. Yoona chooses her because she seems like the kind of person who’s easy to tease, the perfect person to prank. The girl clears the turnstiles and Yoona waits, eyes drawn. When the girl avoids the stairs leading up into the city and instead heads to the hallways connecting to another stop in the subway station, Yoona starts to follow, slipping into her routine like second nature, easy as breathing.
Yoona loves to make a game of stalking people, the measured steps and nonchalance mixed with just the smallest touch of suspiciousness; it’s all so fun to her. But the real fun isn’t in scaring the target. The real fun comes when her target suddenly realizes they’re being followed and quickly tries to find a way out of their situation. Maybe they’ll quickly enter a store or turn into an alleyway or try to make a run for it and by then, with eyes that fearfully watch her every move, Yoona will walk past them, ignoring their very presence, pace not changing the slightest.
It’s a thrilling experience, the flipping of expectations. To remove one’s security only to give it back just as easily, it’s amazing how easily people can be deceived by the demons of their own minds.
The subway is her chosen playground and she always chooses a place with a clear view near the turnstiles, usually by a wall or railing. No one stops to think about the lone woman who plays with her phone idly; there are so many others like her as well. All around her people are coming and going, the building is a place of motion and people are acknowledged and forgotten in the same glance.
Slowly, the crowd thins out and only a few walk around them now, following the long narrow hallway. The girl hasn’t turned her head once and she seems almost as lost in her thoughts as one could expect of those who listen to music while they take the subway. But then again, if she had been listening to music or chatting on her phone even, Yoona would’ve never chosen her. Playing with her footsteps is another enjoyment of the game. Purposefully stomping to cause fear or lightening one’s steps to avoid detection; Yoona’s favorite method of doing so is trying to match their steps together. Though she avoids staring at anything in particular as she continues her trail, Yoona makes sure to keep track of the back of the girl’s head and her long wavy brown hair with her peripheral vision. If the long time she spends behind her doesn’t alarm the other girl, then Yoona would have to exaggerate her suspiciousness soon enough.
The hallway expands outwards into a large room with several exits all branching out to various entrances to the city as well as other trains. Suddenly the girl stops and turns around. Yoona has dealt with sudden turns before and her body has long adapted to keeping still in such cases. She boldly walks forward, acting as if the girl in front of her doesn’t exist. The girl's actions while observing her surroundings are loud and bold; hair dancing as she looks around, teeth chewing on her bottom lip. Most likely she's searching for signs telling her the correct direction to head towards, though the slight lingering glance that she leaves on Yoona doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s enough for Yoona to wonder if she’s already started to become suspicious of her. The gap between the two is already shortened by half with Yoona’s steady walk when the girl, satisfied with having found her way, immediately heads off, once again.
Looking over the girl’s shoulder from behind, Yoona doesn’t notice anything that could immediately serve as a destination; what draws her interest instead is the slight tenseness of the girl’s arms and a rather miniscule increase in the quickness of her steps. As the other girl draws her purse closer to her body, Yoona fights the urge to grin. The fun is just beginning.
Steadily the gap between the two grows as Yoona notices the girl is walking towards an exit that would lead her to a set of stairs headed up to the city. Whether or not to follow her is Yoona’s primary decision at this point. She could either end the game here by walking past the doors without a single glance or she could follow the girl up the stairs and head in a completely different direction once they reached the top.
The girl disappears through the doors and Yoona, deciding to prolong her fun, immediately follows. At first, it appears as if the girl disappeared and Yoona is only greeted with the sight of vending machines and dull brick walls. The staircase is located on her left side, a little bit away from the doors, so it’s undetectable unless one enters through the doors. Yoona wouldn’t even be able to see it unless she turns her head, so at first she doesn’t really know what to think when suddenly she’s dragged forcefully along and pushed against the wall.
There’s no rationality for Yoona yet; it’s all a mass of confusing sensations, the mouth that suddenly covers her own and the hands that press heatedly against her, the warmth seeming to sink through her clothes. Long slender fingers dance down down down and reach under her shirt to stroke her stomach, fingers toying with her jeans at the same time.
Yoona finds the girl’s shoulders and gives a shove, their lips separating with a wet pop. “What the hell are you doing!” Yoona screams, only to clamp her mouth shut at the sudden realization that she’s still in a public place. Her eyes widen at the thought that she had just been kissing a girl in public and though no one had caught them, it’s still startling enough for her to think about. Of course, Yoona always plans her games during the time where there are not so many people in the subway, sometime in the afternoon when all of the students and businessmen have returned from lunch and the night crowd has yet to come out.
The girl gives her a quizzical look, eyes pretty and dark. That’s when Yoona notices the girl’s sunglasses have been removed and tucked away in the safety of her pocket.
“You’re not attracted to me, are you?”
The girl seems more amused than offended by the idea and Yoona fights the instinct to gape at her like a fool.
“What would give you that idea?”
“Well, not to brag, but usually people who follow me tend to want to get into my pants.” She gives Yoona a pointed glance.
Suddenly Yoona is unable to look the girl in the eye. She’s never been caught before playing her game and having to explain herself makes her seem rather childish, if not a bit cruel spirited. After all, stalkers are not widely received anywhere. “Well I’m not like that.”
“So you followed me for other devious reasons?”
“No. I was just… having some fun.” Like she thought, the explanation sounds far stranger spoken then thought.
“Pity,” the girl’s lips form a small pout and Yoona finds it more adorable than she should. “You’re my type and everything.”
Yoona swallows. “Your type?”
“You know, pretty when still, cute when active and mischievousness sprinkled throughout.”
Yoona can’t help but blush at that and the fire that’s spread to her cheeks makes the girl grin, causing her eyes to form small beautiful crescents. Yoona nearly loses her breath at the sight and she can’t help but feel that the girl doesn’t miss that either. Never has she felt so open and naked before. Instinctively, when the girl starts to walk closer, Yoona backs up into the wall and feels the cold hard bricks press hard against her back.
Her voice should never be this unsteady and her eyes this flighty. Yoona finds herself staring at the vending machine as she mumbles out a quick apology. “So, I’m really sorry for the trouble, but I’ll be on my way…”
The girl leans in against her, chest to chest and hands lightly at her waist. Yoona’s brain suddenly rebels; her desire to escape doesn’t seem so right anymore. The other girl’s body is so soft and warm and Yoona fights to strange urge to bury her face in the girl’s hair and inhale her scent. She doesn’t understand why she finds her so attractive. Hot breath caresses the curve of her ear as the girl whispers into it and Yoona can almost anticipate the feeling of small teeth nibbling against the flesh.
“So soon? Don’t I at least get a name? I’m Tiffany by the way.”
“Yoona,” she says, her name dropping from unsteady lips before she can stop it. When did she become so weak?
“You’re trembling.” Tiffany traces Yoona’s jaw with her fingernail and Yoona’s shivers in pleasure. “How cute.” Tiffany places a quick kiss on Yoona’s cheek before she moves away. Her hands leave her waist and now play with a small cellphone that looks frighteningly familiar. Her cellphone, now that Yoona notices.
How did Yoona not notice Tiffany taking her phone from her pocket? She can only stare dumbly as Tiffany taps at her phone, before handing it back over. “You really should password protect your phone, you know,” Tiffany teases, as she slides her sunglasses back on her face. “It’s been fun, Yoona. Call if you want to play again okay?” As she walks away, Yoona is certain that the sway of her hips is intentional.
Yoona, with her back still against the wall, finds herself sliding to the ground. Her head rests against the wall and a pervasive numbness infects her. However, now free of Tiffaný intoxicating presence, Yoona finds she can breathe easier. Now she has a clear head to think with and a clear heart to rage from.
Tiffany was supposed to be hers to play with and hers to control and somehow Yoona had taken that role instead. She had been completely dominated and toyed with and the fact fills her with frustration. Clenching her fists, Yoona bites her lip as shame writhes in her gut; she had been defeated completely, so why did she enjoy it so much?. How Yoona would love to get revenge, to find the other girl and turn things around. Tiffany should be the one trembling in front of her, eyes wide and breath ragged. Tiffany should be the one whose eyes dart around and her voice hitching with every word.
A new feeling rises up under Yoona’s skin and her body seems to shudder with new energy. It’s like her blood is boiling from this sudden rush of excitement that’s so different from any of the games she’s played and yet, buried deeply in the rumbling in her ears and the thudding of her chest is a small familiar twinge of pleasure.
Yoona looks at her phone where Tiffany has entered herself into her contacts as “Fany” followed by a heart.
Yoona smiles at the number, mouth splitting wide. She finally has a new game to play.