2ne1, BEAST, Shining Effects drabble
2ne1/CL/nopairing/PG13
Chaerin Lee, Seoul’s baddest female and YG’s golden girl is talented to say the least. She has a unique kind of beauty that sticks out, if you meet Chaerin at all-even if only for a brief moment-you remember her, it’s the strength in her stance and the confidence tinged with a spark of mischief in her eyes. She doesn’t look exactly Korean, and many guess that she is mixed with something else, but that might also be because she doesn’t have the usual dainty, submissive Asian stereotype.
To people who don’t know her very well, Chaerin is nearly unstoppable. She draws, she organizes, she keeps the other girls and even her seniors in line, sings, raps, writes and of course, brings a whole new meaning to sexiness on the dance floor.
To those who know her well, Chaerin is just a scared girl in a bigger world that has swallowed her completely and at times it seems like she can hardly stay afloat; a smirk on her face all the while.
F(X)&Shinee/Amber,Minho/genfic/PG16?
It is Minho, who finds Amber after she goes missing for a day and a half(that’s a lot in SME time), dressed up in her old clothes, no makeup and playing basketball at a local park that’s far enough from her dorm and the office building that the idols and their managers have over looked it, and close enough to regular houses and neighborhoods that they were warned not to step there. He can hear her favorite American music playing from her ipod connected to speakers echoing off the walls of the nearby houses, the rap and rock mix now oddly familiar to him.
He stole the ball without greeting, and it went from her practicing with a stone face to a casual one on one game.
But, of course, its Minho and Amber and the competition doesn’t stay friendly for long. Minho discovers that even when he trips her with a strategically placed foot that is more graceful than he is on any stage Amber can still manage to somehow make a basket from the ground, while the Flaming Charisma of Shinee shows his cockiest smirk as he casually makes a freethrow from almost the other end of the court, one handed while hardly jumping at all.
The fierce game ends with the two collapsing on the pavement to stare up at the moon, sweating and panting with as much energy as they had just exerting in their ‘casual’ competition.
Finally they turned to eachother, eyes filled with the kind of respect that can only come from competing against someone; your best against theirs and proving yourself with sweat.
“Why haven’t you let anyone befriend you Amber?” The words are casual, and spoken as a friend, because there was now an unspoken understanding that they were friends now.
“I have no connection with any of them, they’re all fake and annoying and cutsey and Korean and shit-“ She stops with a frustrated sigh and he knows that she doesn’t mean Korean to be an insult and he catches the pain behind the comment more than she wants him to.
“What about Krystal, you guys are both from-“ She cuts him off with an angry sigh and is getting up without any illusion of grace and pacing before he realizes whats going on.
“Yeah we’re both from America, who gives a damn? Everyone thinks we’re bestest buddies because we’re from the same area but who gives a shit? Are you friends with everyone you meet that happens to be from the same place? No because you’re not a dumbass.” He is raising his hands to calmly defend himself against her logic-which is, admittedly, infallible-when she whirls on him with narrowed eyes and a pointing figure,”Besides, you KNOW her, miss Princess I-should-be-solo-because-I’m-so-goddamn-fucking-talented baby Jung.” He had to hide his laughter behind his hand at her high pitched mocking voice and the mock snobby look on her face as she made fun of her bandmate, though he wasn’t sure if it was the same way he made fun of Key, he tried not to think there was anything malicious behind her words.
A moment later she was staring at Minho, flabbergasted as he laughed at her in his calm, quiet way, “Amber, I think you gotta rethink what it means to connect to someone, c’mon Donghae is going to be mad I played nighttime basketball without him.”
BEAST&F(x)/Hyunseung, Amber/Ninja!HyunaAmbergenfic/pg13 A/N: This is based on my friend (who is a HUGE Beauty)’s interpretation of him, which I can’t help ‘cause she introduced me to him so that image is forever engrained in my brain D:
Hyunseung corners her when she is at the female cube dorms waiting for Hyunah to come out so they can go on one of their little ‘outings’(he, for one, has suspicions about these but hasn’t had the guts to ask either of them) she’s staring off into space and sort of teetering side to side with odd expressions flitting across her face, baggy pants almost completely covering loud and bright sneakers, leading his eyes up to a black tanktop with loud, bright English words. Her outfit is completed with a leather vest and it leaves him wondering if she was some kind of biker chick before joining SME but he brushes this thought away quickly.
He’s standing beside her before she even realizes he’s nearby, and she stares at him with wide eyes before grinning for a moment and giving him a casual, slightly awkward half wave, her smile crooked but somehow utterly genuine and it lights up her whole face in a goofy way that he just knows would have Yoseob glomping her before she could come up with a good defensive strategy.
Now that he’s up close, she looks too skinny, like, he could totally take her in a fight. But the way she’s standing is all relaxed-confident, like she’s totally sure of herself, in fact, she’s so sure of herself she doesn’t even need to act all paranoid and tough like Junhyung.
Now that he thought about it, she was kind of intimidating, you know, in her own ~special~ kind of way.
“You are going to give me tough-handsome-mysterious lessons!” He announces without warning, after at least a minute of her looking at him curiously and him trying to size her up.
“Eh?” Her eyes are wide with confusion and she’s looking at him like she might check his face for a fever or his breath for alcohol at any moment.
“Trust me, this is going to work out great!”
Chaerin Lee, Seoul’s baddest female and YG’s golden girl is talented to say the least. She has a unique kind of beauty that sticks out, if you meet Chaerin at all-even if only for a brief moment-you remember her, it’s the strength in her stance and the confidence tinged with a spark of mischief in her eyes. She doesn’t look exactly Korean, and many guess that she is mixed with something else, but that might also be because she doesn’t have the usual dainty, submissive Asian stereotype.
To people who don’t know her very well, Chaerin is nearly unstoppable. She draws, she organizes, she keeps the other girls and even her seniors in line, sings, raps, writes and of course, brings a whole new meaning to sexiness on the dance floor.
To those who know her well, Chaerin is just a scared girl in a bigger world that has swallowed her completely and at times it seems like she can hardly stay afloat; a smirk on her face all the while.
F(X)&Shinee/Amber,Minho/genfic/PG16?
It is Minho, who finds Amber after she goes missing for a day and a half(that’s a lot in SME time), dressed up in her old clothes, no makeup and playing basketball at a local park that’s far enough from her dorm and the office building that the idols and their managers have over looked it, and close enough to regular houses and neighborhoods that they were warned not to step there. He can hear her favorite American music playing from her ipod connected to speakers echoing off the walls of the nearby houses, the rap and rock mix now oddly familiar to him.
He stole the ball without greeting, and it went from her practicing with a stone face to a casual one on one game.
But, of course, its Minho and Amber and the competition doesn’t stay friendly for long. Minho discovers that even when he trips her with a strategically placed foot that is more graceful than he is on any stage Amber can still manage to somehow make a basket from the ground, while the Flaming Charisma of Shinee shows his cockiest smirk as he casually makes a freethrow from almost the other end of the court, one handed while hardly jumping at all.
The fierce game ends with the two collapsing on the pavement to stare up at the moon, sweating and panting with as much energy as they had just exerting in their ‘casual’ competition.
Finally they turned to eachother, eyes filled with the kind of respect that can only come from competing against someone; your best against theirs and proving yourself with sweat.
“Why haven’t you let anyone befriend you Amber?” The words are casual, and spoken as a friend, because there was now an unspoken understanding that they were friends now.
“I have no connection with any of them, they’re all fake and annoying and cutsey and Korean and shit-“ She stops with a frustrated sigh and he knows that she doesn’t mean Korean to be an insult and he catches the pain behind the comment more than she wants him to.
“What about Krystal, you guys are both from-“ She cuts him off with an angry sigh and is getting up without any illusion of grace and pacing before he realizes whats going on.
“Yeah we’re both from America, who gives a damn? Everyone thinks we’re bestest buddies because we’re from the same area but who gives a shit? Are you friends with everyone you meet that happens to be from the same place? No because you’re not a dumbass.” He is raising his hands to calmly defend himself against her logic-which is, admittedly, infallible-when she whirls on him with narrowed eyes and a pointing figure,”Besides, you KNOW her, miss Princess I-should-be-solo-because-I’m-so-goddamn-fucking-talented baby Jung.” He had to hide his laughter behind his hand at her high pitched mocking voice and the mock snobby look on her face as she made fun of her bandmate, though he wasn’t sure if it was the same way he made fun of Key, he tried not to think there was anything malicious behind her words.
A moment later she was staring at Minho, flabbergasted as he laughed at her in his calm, quiet way, “Amber, I think you gotta rethink what it means to connect to someone, c’mon Donghae is going to be mad I played nighttime basketball without him.”
BEAST&F(x)/Hyunseung, Amber/Ninja!HyunaAmbergenfic/pg13 A/N: This is based on my friend (who is a HUGE Beauty)’s interpretation of him, which I can’t help ‘cause she introduced me to him so that image is forever engrained in my brain D:
Hyunseung corners her when she is at the female cube dorms waiting for Hyunah to come out so they can go on one of their little ‘outings’(he, for one, has suspicions about these but hasn’t had the guts to ask either of them) she’s staring off into space and sort of teetering side to side with odd expressions flitting across her face, baggy pants almost completely covering loud and bright sneakers, leading his eyes up to a black tanktop with loud, bright English words. Her outfit is completed with a leather vest and it leaves him wondering if she was some kind of biker chick before joining SME but he brushes this thought away quickly.
He’s standing beside her before she even realizes he’s nearby, and she stares at him with wide eyes before grinning for a moment and giving him a casual, slightly awkward half wave, her smile crooked but somehow utterly genuine and it lights up her whole face in a goofy way that he just knows would have Yoseob glomping her before she could come up with a good defensive strategy.
Now that he’s up close, she looks too skinny, like, he could totally take her in a fight. But the way she’s standing is all relaxed-confident, like she’s totally sure of herself, in fact, she’s so sure of herself she doesn’t even need to act all paranoid and tough like Junhyung.
Now that he thought about it, she was kind of intimidating, you know, in her own ~special~ kind of way.
“You are going to give me tough-handsome-mysterious lessons!” He announces without warning, after at least a minute of her looking at him curiously and him trying to size her up.
“Eh?” Her eyes are wide with confusion and she’s looking at him like she might check his face for a fever or his breath for alcohol at any moment.
“Trust me, this is going to work out great!”