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f(x)/snsd, amber/taeyeon; pg-13; 306 words
originally posted here

"So what do you think?"

Amber eyes SME's newest batch of trainees with a critical eye. "Glasses and French Braids for sure," she eventually decides, "but definitely not Polka Dots or Long Nails. Dunno about Bad Dye Job yet."

"Really?" Taeyeon tilts her head. "She pings pretty hard for me."

"You're just saying that 'cause you have a thing for blondes."

Taeyeon laughs. "Got me." She tilts her head onto Amber's shoulder, nose brushing against her chin. "You think your new hair is a coincidence?"

"Course not." Amber's hand settles comfortably on Taeyeon's knee. "I just can't figure out how you convinced the stylists when I know they were originally planning to give me red hair."

Taeyeon grins and holds two fingers in a V in front of her face, flicking her tongue through them. "How do you think?"

Amber laughs so loud that all five of the trainees turn to look at them. When they realize who it is, they gape, then burst into giggles—Taeyeon remembers what that was like, seeing your idols for the first time in real life. She wiggles her fingers at them, and they shyly wave back, the blonde boldly looking her up and down. "Told you," she murmurs to Amber.

"Yeah, well, she's only sixteen, you'll have to wait your turn." Amber smirks at the girl with French braids in her hair, who blushes a deep pink and hides her face in the shoulder of the girl wearing the polka-dotted skirt.

"They're illegal for you, too, you know," Taeyeon reminds her. "And don't try and pull the 'I'm a stupid foreigner' routine again, it's really not as sexy as you think it is."

Amber sighs heavily. "I guess my only option is to keep sleeping with you then, huh?"

Taeyeon grins and twines her fingers with Amber's. "Lucky you."

2ne1/jay park, cl/jay; pg; 339 words
originally posted here

she's already at the coffeeshop when he gets there, hair pulled back and sunglasses hiding her face. chaerin looks young and delicate, he thinks, nothing like her onstage persona. still, there's something in the way she carries herself, a confident grace to every movement. she doesn't smile when he sits down. "hey."

"hi." she pushes a small bag over to him. "i got you a scone."

"thanks." there's an awkward silence where chaerin stares at the table and jay picks at his food. finally, he clears his throat. "so, uh…how have you been?"

"you didn't contact me," she says instead.

jay's heart sinks. "i know, i just, i didn't know if you'd want to—"

"i missed you, you know?" she continues, as if he hadn't said anything. "it's nice having people outside the family to talk to." she fiddles with the charm on her cell phone. "and i thought you would've wanted to talk to someone, too."

"chaerin," jay says, reaching over to still her hand. "i didn't, like, forget you or anything, you know that, right?"

she shrugs. "i'm not mad. it was just hard."

he sighs, adjusting the brim of his hat when he hears hushed whispers from the girls a few tables over. "i know. i'm sorry. just…let me make it up to you, okay?"

"how?"

"i don't know." he wishes she would take off her sunglasses. he wants to look her in the eyes. "what do you want?"

a flash of disappointment crosses her face, and then she's sliding her bag onto her shoulder and standing up. "i thought you would know." he watches her go, ponytail swinging from side to side, and imagines running after her like the hero in a drama.

two fingers tap at his shoulder. "oppa?" he turns to see the girls from before standing in front of him, flushed and giggly. "could you sign this?"

he hesitates for a moment. then he takes the pen and paper offered to him and smiles up at them. "what's your name?"

snsd, jessica/taeyeon; r; 157 words
originally posted here

It's not that Taeyeon doesn't like Jessica. They can be awkward together, but with nine girls in the group, that's bound to happen on occasion. And they're both closer with other people than each other; nothing wrong with that. So, no, it isn't that they dislike each other.

Because if Taeyeon hated Jessica, they wouldn't be smoking a contraband cigarette out of the bathroom window together. If Taeyeon hated Jessica, she wouldn't let her fit their mouths together and blow smoke down Taeyeon's throat. If Taeyeon hated Jessica, she wouldn't push her hand up Jessica's shirt and under her bra and spread her legs apart so Jessica can go down on her. If Taeyeon hated Jessica, she wouldn't kiss her with her chin still dripping wet and her fingernails digging deep crescents into Taeyeon's thigh. And if Taeyeon hated Jessica, she wouldn't leave the bathroom with a wink and a smile that promises another pack next week.

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