Mini Work in Progress List
Title: WiP list
Rating: PG to R
Pairings: JeTi, SunSica, 2Ny, Jungcest, YoonSic, OT9 etc.
Summary: A pile that probably won't see the light of completed fics
A/N: Because I saw how these are piling and it's also Happy Birthday Tiffany!
[Nine of 'em]
Work in Progress List
JeTi:
Feet running, children’s loud voices, teenagers’ shouts, worried parents.
Two young girls, wearing brightly coloured bathing suits, squealed as they ran across the sand.
“Tiff, let’s go!”
Ensnarl continuation JeTi/TaeNy/SunSica:
“No. Don’t tell me, Miyoung, just, don’t,” Sunny’s hand balled into a fist and her short nails dug into the flesh.
“Soonkyu?”
“I can’t do this, Miyoung,” Sunny looked up, straight into Tiffany’s eyes, and Tiffany was shocked to find tears in them, “I love you.”
“What?!”
“No. I-I love you, I want to stay as your best friend, but…”
“But what?!”
“But I don’t know if I can.”
Tiffany was dumbfounded, nothing Sunny was saying made any sense. Sunny couldn’t possibly be in love with her all along, their relationship had platonic written all over it in bold letters.
“I’m dating Sooyeon,” Sunny breathed, her voice airily and shaky, “Or, rather, Jessica.”
“Je-jessica?!”
“Before you did… what you did, I’ve been dating her.”
Tiffany felt her world crumbled another time.
JeTi:
Jessica checked her lighter carefully for scratches, even though she knew there wouldn’t be any.
“I think it’s fine, but yeah, better to double check? Sorry about bumping into you… or rather your lighter.”
The stranger giggled a little and Jessica thought the woman before her might be mad, her chain of reactions was too unusual but it had felt right. It was actually more unusual that she read Jessica’s thoughts and understood her actions.
Jessica had it worded out exactly in her head- the lighter’s fine, but better to double check.
How on earth was this girl doing that?
SunSica:
“Nothing like a good hello in exchange for a scratched car.”
Ouch.
That wasn’t friendly and Sunny got the full brunt of the acid-soaked words. She knew, of course, that the words were pretty much well deserved and the lady, who was tapping on the roof of her car, didn’t come over to take her out for coffee.
Sunny’s phone beep and she spied the name Taeyeon, heaving a sigh, she stepped out of her car, ignoring Taeyeon’s message for now.
“Well, I’m really sorry Miss.”
“Uh huh.”
Sunny could vaguely spot a raised eyebrow and she felt helpless; helpless with her current situation in life and helpless with her situation regarding this…this lady.
“Really, I’m sorry, like… I don’t know, my heartfelt apologies?”
“Oh. Wow.”
“Can’t you at least say something more than a two words reply?!”
Shit.
Sunny was shocked by her own words and it wasn’t how she imagined this confrontation would turn out. She saw a chink in the lady’s expressionless face as she bit back an…insult? Sunny had no idea what that she was holding back actually, but it was a change of expression nonetheless.
“That’s rich.”
“And that’s still two words beautiful stranger.”
“Nu-uh. That was technically three.”
2Ny:
Sunny had chanted to herself over and over again that the Tiffany effect (as it is now dubbed) would fizzle out with time. She would slowly get used to Tiffany and her habitual showing of skin despite the freezing air conditioning in the office. She would slowly get used to the bright smiles and sexy voice, and gradually she would be able to reel in her wildly thumping heart.
It was supposed to be a slow but steady build up of her immunity to Tiffany Hwang’s charms.
She wasn’t given that luxury of time.
On the second day at work, Sunny was thrown into Tiffany’s car on the pretext of “Doesn’t Sunny live kinda near to Tiff?”
SunSica/2Ny:
A butterfly.
“Hey.”
Sunny called out involuntarily, the butterfly flapped its wings in response and settled on the windowsill, illuminated by the moonlight. Sunny took a step forward gingerly, somehow entranced by this butterfly that appeared out of nowhere in the dead of the night. She didn’t want to frighten that fragile creature away, but it stayed still, unaffected by the closing proximity.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sunny whispered, the butterfly actually trembled as if it was shy to receive such a compliment, “where’re you from?”
Sunny now stood beside the windowsill, all her attention captured by that butterfly and in the silence, she admired its beauty. It’s wings was a blend of pink and white framed by black, a gradient of bright pink slowly mixing with white progressing into a pastel pink and finally down to almost a pure white. It was such a dazzling beauty that Sunny had trouble tearing her eyes away from it.
Jungcest:
“Unnie…” Krystal whispered breathlessly.
Jessica was near, almost blending into the night, and Krystal hadn’t even realized that her pace had slowed to a stop. She stood, still, on the tracks.
Those recent caressing words, spoken so tenderly against her ear were all jumbled up in her brain. But she could still feel it, the hot breath, so different. Loving yet sensual, an emotion beyond sisterly but not a bit like those nights of basic carnal instincts. As Jessica’s palm stroked the sensitive spot on her neck and those sinful lips pressed tight against her ear, Krystal had felt her own senses heighten. Jessica’s body molded into her, every curve rested and fitted against Krystal’s own.
Soft word fell from Jessica's lips and Krystal had yearned for more intimate touches. Yet, what Jessica said wasn’t even anything suggestive. Not even bordering on romantic.
She had such a magical hold over the younger girl that those simply weren't needed. Light touches. Simple words. And Krystal could usually decipher the hidden messages within.
“Soojungie… I wish, I wish I can run like you.”
OT9:
“Some problem with the runway,” Yoona had explained, looking very much unsure herself. Yoona had never been the most reliable when it came to concentrating to figure out important information, Jessica had been together with her long enough to learn that. Sighing, Jessica chose to concentrate on a passing air stewardess instead.
The sway of the hip and the ample chest, especially the ample chest. That lady looked a bit too short to be an air stewardess, didn’t they have height requirements? Jessica wondered. Yoona gave a slight cough.
An announcement rang out from the audio system and soon enough, they were airborne. Jessica slipped back into dreamland and before she drifted off, she felt Yoona’s hand lightly holding hers.
Perfect moment.
---
“Hey, fancy seeing you here,” Jessica threw out the words casually.
“Yeah, just my luck,” countered Sunny, sending a deadly stare over.
“Some things never change,” Sooyoung announced and started walking to the taxi stand again, “catfight, later. Leave here, now.”
“Yes, commander!” Sunny caught up to Sooyoung, sticking close to her.
She hadn’t spoken to Jessica for so long that it sounded uncomfortable to even hear that voice. And she thought that she had mentally prepared herself, with Tiffany talking about Jessica every few days during their business trip.
---
“You need the break, give yourself a break,” his voice attempted to soothe her, and Seohyun knew he was right, she needed a break, from everything and from herself. Was it going to happen with all those old friends of hers though, she couldn’t be sure.
“Yes,” Seohyun’s throat felt unnaturally dry as she voiced out the words, she felt so empty, “I’ll do that. I need it.”
??:
It was a freaking dare.
Just a dare.
She had no idea how it turned into something so serious and dangerous.
A knocked out girl slumped in her car seat and plenty to worry about afterwards.
Kidnap was a huge deal.
[Author's Note:]
I'm just a little bored and stuck with SoT, so kinda writing other stuff right now. There might be one or two from here that will happen after heavy editing, but the rest... can just rest in the pile. Teehee. <3
Rating: PG to R
Pairings: JeTi, SunSica, 2Ny, Jungcest, YoonSic, OT9 etc.
Summary: A pile that probably won't see the light of completed fics
A/N: Because I saw how these are piling and it's also Happy Birthday Tiffany!
[Nine of 'em]
Work in Progress List
JeTi:
Feet running, children’s loud voices, teenagers’ shouts, worried parents.
Two young girls, wearing brightly coloured bathing suits, squealed as they ran across the sand.
“Tiff, let’s go!”
Ensnarl continuation JeTi/TaeNy/SunSica:
“No. Don’t tell me, Miyoung, just, don’t,” Sunny’s hand balled into a fist and her short nails dug into the flesh.
“Soonkyu?”
“I can’t do this, Miyoung,” Sunny looked up, straight into Tiffany’s eyes, and Tiffany was shocked to find tears in them, “I love you.”
“What?!”
“No. I-I love you, I want to stay as your best friend, but…”
“But what?!”
“But I don’t know if I can.”
Tiffany was dumbfounded, nothing Sunny was saying made any sense. Sunny couldn’t possibly be in love with her all along, their relationship had platonic written all over it in bold letters.
“I’m dating Sooyeon,” Sunny breathed, her voice airily and shaky, “Or, rather, Jessica.”
“Je-jessica?!”
“Before you did… what you did, I’ve been dating her.”
Tiffany felt her world crumbled another time.
JeTi:
Jessica checked her lighter carefully for scratches, even though she knew there wouldn’t be any.
“I think it’s fine, but yeah, better to double check? Sorry about bumping into you… or rather your lighter.”
The stranger giggled a little and Jessica thought the woman before her might be mad, her chain of reactions was too unusual but it had felt right. It was actually more unusual that she read Jessica’s thoughts and understood her actions.
Jessica had it worded out exactly in her head- the lighter’s fine, but better to double check.
How on earth was this girl doing that?
SunSica:
“Nothing like a good hello in exchange for a scratched car.”
Ouch.
That wasn’t friendly and Sunny got the full brunt of the acid-soaked words. She knew, of course, that the words were pretty much well deserved and the lady, who was tapping on the roof of her car, didn’t come over to take her out for coffee.
Sunny’s phone beep and she spied the name Taeyeon, heaving a sigh, she stepped out of her car, ignoring Taeyeon’s message for now.
“Well, I’m really sorry Miss.”
“Uh huh.”
Sunny could vaguely spot a raised eyebrow and she felt helpless; helpless with her current situation in life and helpless with her situation regarding this…this lady.
“Really, I’m sorry, like… I don’t know, my heartfelt apologies?”
“Oh. Wow.”
“Can’t you at least say something more than a two words reply?!”
Shit.
Sunny was shocked by her own words and it wasn’t how she imagined this confrontation would turn out. She saw a chink in the lady’s expressionless face as she bit back an…insult? Sunny had no idea what that she was holding back actually, but it was a change of expression nonetheless.
“That’s rich.”
“And that’s still two words beautiful stranger.”
“Nu-uh. That was technically three.”
2Ny:
Sunny had chanted to herself over and over again that the Tiffany effect (as it is now dubbed) would fizzle out with time. She would slowly get used to Tiffany and her habitual showing of skin despite the freezing air conditioning in the office. She would slowly get used to the bright smiles and sexy voice, and gradually she would be able to reel in her wildly thumping heart.
It was supposed to be a slow but steady build up of her immunity to Tiffany Hwang’s charms.
She wasn’t given that luxury of time.
On the second day at work, Sunny was thrown into Tiffany’s car on the pretext of “Doesn’t Sunny live kinda near to Tiff?”
SunSica/2Ny:
A butterfly.
“Hey.”
Sunny called out involuntarily, the butterfly flapped its wings in response and settled on the windowsill, illuminated by the moonlight. Sunny took a step forward gingerly, somehow entranced by this butterfly that appeared out of nowhere in the dead of the night. She didn’t want to frighten that fragile creature away, but it stayed still, unaffected by the closing proximity.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sunny whispered, the butterfly actually trembled as if it was shy to receive such a compliment, “where’re you from?”
Sunny now stood beside the windowsill, all her attention captured by that butterfly and in the silence, she admired its beauty. It’s wings was a blend of pink and white framed by black, a gradient of bright pink slowly mixing with white progressing into a pastel pink and finally down to almost a pure white. It was such a dazzling beauty that Sunny had trouble tearing her eyes away from it.
Jungcest:
“Unnie…” Krystal whispered breathlessly.
Jessica was near, almost blending into the night, and Krystal hadn’t even realized that her pace had slowed to a stop. She stood, still, on the tracks.
Those recent caressing words, spoken so tenderly against her ear were all jumbled up in her brain. But she could still feel it, the hot breath, so different. Loving yet sensual, an emotion beyond sisterly but not a bit like those nights of basic carnal instincts. As Jessica’s palm stroked the sensitive spot on her neck and those sinful lips pressed tight against her ear, Krystal had felt her own senses heighten. Jessica’s body molded into her, every curve rested and fitted against Krystal’s own.
Soft word fell from Jessica's lips and Krystal had yearned for more intimate touches. Yet, what Jessica said wasn’t even anything suggestive. Not even bordering on romantic.
She had such a magical hold over the younger girl that those simply weren't needed. Light touches. Simple words. And Krystal could usually decipher the hidden messages within.
“Soojungie… I wish, I wish I can run like you.”
OT9:
“Some problem with the runway,” Yoona had explained, looking very much unsure herself. Yoona had never been the most reliable when it came to concentrating to figure out important information, Jessica had been together with her long enough to learn that. Sighing, Jessica chose to concentrate on a passing air stewardess instead.
The sway of the hip and the ample chest, especially the ample chest. That lady looked a bit too short to be an air stewardess, didn’t they have height requirements? Jessica wondered. Yoona gave a slight cough.
An announcement rang out from the audio system and soon enough, they were airborne. Jessica slipped back into dreamland and before she drifted off, she felt Yoona’s hand lightly holding hers.
Perfect moment.
---
“Hey, fancy seeing you here,” Jessica threw out the words casually.
“Yeah, just my luck,” countered Sunny, sending a deadly stare over.
“Some things never change,” Sooyoung announced and started walking to the taxi stand again, “catfight, later. Leave here, now.”
“Yes, commander!” Sunny caught up to Sooyoung, sticking close to her.
She hadn’t spoken to Jessica for so long that it sounded uncomfortable to even hear that voice. And she thought that she had mentally prepared herself, with Tiffany talking about Jessica every few days during their business trip.
---
“You need the break, give yourself a break,” his voice attempted to soothe her, and Seohyun knew he was right, she needed a break, from everything and from herself. Was it going to happen with all those old friends of hers though, she couldn’t be sure.
“Yes,” Seohyun’s throat felt unnaturally dry as she voiced out the words, she felt so empty, “I’ll do that. I need it.”
??:
It was a freaking dare.
Just a dare.
She had no idea how it turned into something so serious and dangerous.
A knocked out girl slumped in her car seat and plenty to worry about afterwards.
Kidnap was a huge deal.
[Author's Note:]
I'm just a little bored and stuck with SoT, so kinda writing other stuff right now. There might be one or two from here that will happen after heavy editing, but the rest... can just rest in the pile. Teehee. <3