Skandl! [04]
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checkinyourbraTitle: Skandl! (Chapter 04)
Pairing(s): TaengSic, side!YulTi
Rating/Genre: PG-13 + language; AU Idol Romance
Warning(s): Nein.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soshi. I don't own anyone, in fact. All Fiction.
Author's Notes: So many Anons last time! HellooOooooo Anons, Regssss, and lurkers. :333 *offers rainbow cupcakes*Four: Taeyeon
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Evading Lucky Six’s most recent single while keeping up with their comeback news was a hassle, yet possible. From the articles and forums, Taeyeon found out about its oldies vibe that “maintained an infectious, poppy value at its core,” whatever that meant. The release of their album, lo and behold, was projected to do everything their albums usually accomplished. In short--it’d dominate.
An hour earlier, Taeyeon surveyed the music show audience from backstage.
Groups of squishy, overly smiley girls tucked “Charms 4 Life” and “We Support Lucky Six Always” banners safely in their laps, ready to scream their pubescent heads off at the very mention of the group. She’d read articles concerning an Anti-Jessica Jung league sporting red buttons to symbolically express their opinion. As expected, the media blew that out of proportion. She counted no more than a dozen audience members bold enough to make the statement. If she missed any, Lucky gold balloons blocked their view. A shame.
Stone-faced, Skandl streamed the live show’s progression from Narsha’s iPad. They’d managed to sever a piece of safe space amongst the busy surroundings. That way, they could voice their own critical comments without drawing too much attention. Tonight’s highlights were Lucky Six, Lucky Six, Lucky Six.
Taeyeon felt physically ill every time the name spilled from the MCs’ mouths. Granted, they weren’t the most energetic that week--some sleepy, poufy-haired boy bander resembling an alpaca and a girl from a Lucky Six copycat who couldn’t enunciate to save her life. At least the hosts sucked on such a “momentous” occasion.
Act after sub-par act ate through their patience. When breaks between a commercial and performance occurred, a goofy montage of the Lucky Six members graced the screen in graphic-y, wide-eyed absurdity. Jessica Jung in motion, not a blurry or glossed over picture for Taeyeon’s scrutiny.
“Pretty,” Yuri commented.
Sunny and Narsha agreed, taking turns glimpsing in Taeyeon’s direction.
The girl stood on the sidelines of their little viewing party with her arms folded. “Yeah, if you’re into…” She bobbed dismissive shoulders. “...that. Her kind.”
“Pretty girls?”
“Well, sure she’s pretty, Yul. I mean, what girl in this damn music show isn’t pretty is the real question. God.”
“Are we really arguing prettiness now?”
Reason #23219147 why Taeyeon steered clear of Elite-produced girls. They were equipped for cutesy mind control.
“Y-you’d think a bitch had never seen legs or, or a nice smile without getting anime-eyed. Isn’t this what Lucky Six does?” Taeyeon’s voice cracked, but she kept on as if it didn’t happen. “But, no. You’re right; I’m wrong. She’s obviously hot enough to point out after watching previous chicks make love to the camera in complete fucking silence!”
They gaped, mutely absorbing her rant.
“Nobody called her hot,” Yuri teased, looking to Narsha for a snicker.
“Love is in the air.”
Taeyeon slumped into her chair, seething. “No, Sunny. Not even funny.”
“Kim Taeyeon’s in love. Alert the press.” Sunny chum-punched her buddy in the arm.
Another promotional cut interrupted Taeyeon’s retort. Lucky Six owned the center, fashioned as pin-up girls--a mixture of corsets, short dresses, and sharp makeup--surrounded by a boy group from Elite as well. Fifteen members who called themselves…Fifteen. More irritating than the gimmicky name was the way they addressed themselves. In addition to stage monikers, each dumbass guy assigned himself a number. Three, as told by the nametag on his bright pink lapel, made uncreative banter about Lucky Six’s beauty.
“You’re too kind, Sehun,” Yoona clearly recited, “We’ll be cheering you fellas on for your comeback in two weeks.”
“Two weeks!” all twenty-one of them screamed at the camera.
A dude who looked more like a lesbian stretched his manhwa eyes, mouth pressed into the mic. “How many weeks?”
“Two weeks!” they screamed even louder.
Sooyoung wrinkled her brow. “Why are we here tonight, though?”
“Yes, why?” Guy Five questioned.
“For our new song, ‘Rotate the Love Train’,” Tiffany squealed for the audience. Yuri sighed lovingly, bouncing with glee at the senseless song title. “Will you watch us, everybody? Pwetty pweeeeease?”
Twenty-one faces on the iPad contorted into alarmingly rehearsed aegyo. Everyone who wasn’t Yuri held their stomachs.
Lesbian Guy--Number Six--had the worst acting of the bunch. “When will this happen? I need to know!”
“Ten minutes!” the girls hollered at the viewers.
“How many minutes?” Sunny derpily asked with one of the Fifteen members, seeing where this nonsense was heading.
“Ten minutes!” the whole group answered, resuming their baby faces.
“Lord, that was painful,” Narsha muttered while she rubbed her temples to the beat of a fruit juice commercial. “Did a grade schooler write that script?”
Sunny dropped her head onto her arms. “A grade schooler would do a better job.”
“A cat walking across a keyboard would do a better job.”
Taeyeon smirked as the other girls burst out laughing. History behind Narsha’s position had a savior-like undertone and she appreciated the end result every day. Especially from seeing other managers wrangle their clients like cattle--unfeeling, unrelatable. Narsha helped keep her afloat; no doubt about it.
As the minutes passed, Taeyeon tapped the tip of her boot onto a leg of her chair. Tappa-tap-tappa-tappa-tappa--the melody of their newest single to be performed as the anchor finale of the music show.
“Tae,” Sunny hissed, placing a hand on her knee. She’d been doing that lately. “Holy shit, your nervous habits are going to send me to a padded room.”
Taeyeon gawked, letting the statement sink in. “You’re nervous, too, Sunny?”
“Of course I’m nervous. We’re all damn nervous.”
“I--didn’t even…” She crossed her legs obediently.
“You’re not the only one who worries, woman.”
Yuri nodded. “Ditto. We all want to kick ass.”
Narsha drummed her fingertips on the surface of the small table, gaining their attention. “Sort that out later, ladies. They’re on.”
A pre-recorded clip played on the iPad. A safe, bubbly number where they pranced around in Girl Scout uniforms doing kitty gestures. Typical Lucky Six move--lipsyncing through a saccharine track before presenting their “real” performance. They looked ridiculous.
“They look so yummy!” Yuri screeched, practically drooling on the tablet. “And Fany’s hair! Didn’t realize how long it’s gotten.”
“That’s what hair does. It grows.” Taeyeon knew her commentary was needless. She shrugged off Yuri’s damning glare.
“Fany’s a sexy woman dressed like a scout. No problems detected,” Sunny told their friend, voice calming. “And check it, Tae. Jessica’s wearing red. Your favorite color.”
Taeyeon endured twenty seconds of the performance until her eyes drifted down to her phone. She wasn’t interested in fluff; bring on the real deal. “I couldn’t care less what Jessica’s wearing.”
“What about what Jessica’s not wearing?”
Eyes cold, she didn’t reciprocate Sunny’s greasy grin. “Cut it out.”
“Your cheeks reveal your feelings, Pinky.”
“Fuck your mother.”
“Would you if her name was Jess--”
“Girls, hush,” Narsha interjected, typing notes as she observed Lucky Six intently. “The public loves this infantile cornball crap. Take it seriously.”
Heeding her stern words, they watched the rest in silence.
Right after the stupid song entitled “Girly” faded, Live footage appeared. Back to real time. The real deal.
“Bigger budget. That miser at Elite actually woke up,” Narsha grumbled when the band sprung to life. Foreign men and one female drummer received close ups before the six women began to sing. They all held long, silver microphones, caressing the shininess and giving the viewer sexy eyes as the characteristically spastic camera made its rounds.
It started fairly slow with a level of jauntiness. When the music picked up speed, they lost the mics and melded into dance formation.
Unlike “Girly”, to Taeyeon’s immediate displeasure, the song was….not bad. Didn’t carry too much bubblegum, yet retained its energy in a smooth, classic manner. That was the tagline for Lucky’s comeback: Bringing Class Back to the Country.
Taeyeon couldn’t help but take it personally.
The table’s overall loss of snark brought a surge of fear. They felt the same; this song had already cemented itself in the top spot for the last few days--hovering above Skandl’s headlining song of the night, “Technicolor”, and Chickasaurus’ “Britches Be Tippin’.” Cruel fate showed its ass once again--pitting the three groups against each other to predictable results.
She snapped out of her haze when Jessica tore through her solo with zero difficulty. Light and airy, her voice wasn’t as strong as Jinnie’s--and definitely not Taeyeon’s. However, her stage presence made up for it.
“Goddamn,” Narsha breathed, shaking her head.
Yuri nodded into her palm. “They’re doing very well.”
“Too well. Jessica Jung, specifically. She’s performing for her career, essentially. Otherwise, she won’t be accepted by their fanbase.”
“Look at her, though,” Sunny gestured to a shot of Jessica harmonizing. “Wouldn’t hurt to bend her over a chair, am I right?”
Taeyeon sneered in response. Sunny was pissing her off with this raunchy sense of humor. Interestingly, that dirty comment molded her thoughts anyway.
Sex appeal.
Whether she said it aloud or not, Taeyeon knew Lucky Six had boatloads of it. Prissy, undeniable, unattainable sex appeal that never seemed like too much. Even as they shimmied around the stage in modified pin-up girl attire, a layer of refinement held it together.
“Technicolor” was one of Skandl’s more mellow tracks with a rockish overlay. It’d be difficult to keep the hype going from Lucky Six’s sexy show of cleavage and s-curves to a breakup song where all the members remained standing for the its duration.
She deemed it crucial to upstage Lucky Six tonight. They had to live up to their name: Skandl.
That’s when Taeyeon remembered. They had a truncated performance of “Love Cut Open” right before transitioning to “Technicolor”. She rose from her chair, leaving question marks over her groupmates’ heads as she ran out the room.
…
“Your disappearing act continues?” Yuri questioned, disturbing Taeyeon’s conversation with a nodding stagehand.
Taeyeon bowed him her leave, pulling Yuri by the sleeve of her dress shirt. A tight-fitting black collared blouse accentuated by the reddest of skinny ties. Ladies would be swooning tonight. “Last minute changes.”
“Oh yeah?” Yuri motioned Sunny over to join their talk. “Like what?”
“Well,” Taeyeon’s voice dropped to a conspiring volume. “I was going to keep it a--”
“Fany!” Yuri cooed, brightened eyes dancing past the shorter girls.
Sunny’s gaze followed. She folded her arms with an air of discomfort. From that gesture, Taeyeon caught on--Tiffany wasn’t alone. She turned around to face the train of Lucky Six members marching through the passageway. Fany led the train, sliding flirty fingers along Yuri’s arm as she strolled along. Yoona and Seohyun hurried after her. Robotically polite bows per usual. Taeyeon didn’t bother to bow back. Sooyoung attempted a half-assed wave and Sunny tightened her lips into a dull smile. Hyoyeon trotted by, dodging any semblance of forced pleasantries. Taeyeon mentally thanked her. Intersecting paths with Korea’s most beloved group managed to turn everyone into pressed automations.
Yuri fiddled with her silk tie while she watched the backsides of the pretty troop round a corner. “H-how much--”
“Fifteen minutes,” Taeyeon answered, predicting Yuri’s hormonal need to ravish her girlfriend.
The tallest girl’s boots echoed down the hall. She’d make it in time to their set, ruddy-cheeked and satisfied. Where they secretly made out, Taeyeon shuddered to think.
“Only five,” Sunny warily mused.
“What?”
Sunny twisted a white strand of her bangs. Her unfocused stare had Taeyeon’s eye spasm in distress. She snapped her fingers. “Talk to me, babe. Five?”
“Tae, you know awkwardness kills me, right?”
She quirked an amused lip. “Yeah. So?”
“Hi.”
For reasons unknown, the voice alone sent chills down her spine. Curious chills.
Then, she was hit by a brick wall. A figurative one made of warm sunshine hair, small pink lips, and a body that could stop traffic. Or Taeyeon.
Jessica Jung.
“Hi back.”
Once their gazes connected, Jessica's eyes widened, too. As if she felt the wall. Her lips parted into a 'o' as she pronounced an unexpected, "Whoa."
The single syllable sucked Taeyeon's heart to her throat. "W-whoa?"
"You're Kim Taeyeon." She punctuated the latter half of her name with a mysteriously alluring lip curl.
Large, alert eyes. Softly angular jawline. Petitely curved nose. That cunning smirk.
Narsha told no lies. She had the face of a star.
"And you are?" It came out rude, but Taeyeon couldn’t reveal prior knowledge of Jessica. Too pathetic.
"Jessica Jung. Of Lucky Six."
"Ah."
"Wandering the halls alone?"
Sunny would stealthily abandon her at a moment like this. "I know where I'm going."
"Your dress," Jessica whirled dainty hands in the air, vulpine eyes scanning Taeyeon's form. "Everything, really is..."
Taeyeon’s jaw hung low until the girl trailed off, breaking her concentration. "What about it?"
“You’re underwhelming.”
She floundered for a suitable reply. Was ‘fuck you’ too simple?
“I’m kidding!” The blonde pressed both sets of fingers into her cheeks, apparently mystified herself. “Why did I--I don’t know why I said that. What I meant was...you have an excellent stylist."
Okay, this bitch was daft. "I know."
Jessica clasped her hands, eyebrows raised expectantly. Anticipating a compliment in return, perhaps.
Taeyeon wondered which of her sins were heinous enough to suddenly have Sixers fall onto her head like coconuts. No more kind words to Elite girls. Especially foolish ones. "Jessica, you said?"
"You'll know my name soon. Believe me."
There it was. That smug fucking attitude she expected. Taeyeon squared her stance, teeth clenched. "Your sixth of the group doesn't make a difference. All the same to me."
When Jessica's grin faded to a vague smile, Taeyeon considered her remark a bit misguided. Though, why else would this gorgeous competitor approach her out of the blue? This reeked of ulterior motives.
"Are we done here?" No pretty face or tantalizing figure would waver her resolve. Lucky Six’s spell had to break.
Jessica stepped away first, sparing a moment to add, "Sorry. Do well out there."
"I intend to."
Hectic background noise flowed back to her ears. Above it all, Taeyeon listened to Jessica's retreating heels echo into the distance. She’d learned her lesson. Passed with flying colors.
Until her only falter.
When she peered over her shoulder to check out Jessica's ass.
…
Sunny hooked an arm around Taeyeon’s neck, pecking her on the cheek. “Have a profound discussion?”
“Never took you as an abandoner, Sunkyu.”
“I told you I hate awkwardness.”
“How’d you know it’d be awkward?”
Sunny relayed her stare to their upcoming stage, dimly lit as the MCs struggled through cue cards. “From the look in her eye. Call me crazy, but I could tell her sights weren’t set on meeting me.”
“Crazy.”
“Huh?”
“Crazy. I’m calling you crazy.”
“What’s crazy is she bats for our team.”
Taeyeon faced Sunny, squinting. “Yeah, okay. Korea’s Favorite Six is riddled with rug munchers. Sounds legit.”
“I know women, Tae. When your back was turned, that lesbo was scamming on your goodies. Which, I must say, are exceptionally well-preserved in that dress.”
Dark hair veiled over her blush as she flipped her head to the side. Lee Sunkyu and her slick words. “Where’s Yul anyway?”
“Heh-here!” Yuri huffed, sliding next to the duo. One hand hurriedly refastened her tie while the other fished a stick of gum from her pocket.
“Oh, god. You didn’t.”
“Didn’t what?”
Sunny and Taeyeon’s eyes accused Yuri’s chin--furiously jutting up and down as she smacked on cinnamon.
“Fifteen minutes? Really?”
Yuri’s face contorted into pure cockiness. “We have this quickie business down to a science.”
Taeyeon cursed, casting her glare back to the stage. Irresponsible, that Kwon Yuri. Anyone could have walked in on her eating Tiffany out and they’d be absolutely ruined. That went for Sunny, too. Throwing out the excuse “they wouldn’t jeopardize their own careers” to reason away bringing home Big Mouth Minah and her fellow trainee friend, of all people.
Thus explaining why I’m like this, her innermost thoughts deduced. She alone held the last shreds of self control in Skandl.
It got tiring, though.
If she knew how to let loose without sacrificing her music, she would.
…
Chants from the Rumors gave Taeyeon energy. Amongst garishly tinted floor lights and leftover nerves regarding Lucky Six, she needed it like oxygen. More than oxygen, at times.
She and Sunny fell into impeccable step. As expected, since the shortened version of “Love Cut Open” omitted their most taxing twirls and footwork. Yuri lucked out; no dancing required on her part. Playing instruments--she professed to mastering at least eight--put the tallest member into her happy place. Eyes closed, back arched, stroking passionately at her guitar.
And Taeyeon sung. More intensely than necessary, actually. The minor strain at the back of her throat felt amazingly natural as she bellowed into the round mic nestled onto the side of her face. She yielded her most dedicated voice, dark eyes speaking to the camera. “Come at me,” they dared, “I’m who to beat.”
An audible cue blaring from Yuri’s guitar prompted the girls into the final segment until they moved on to their next song. Taeyeon took a deep breath.
A spin here and there, grasping and gliding into limber arms. Sunny’s face had converted into ‘on-air seduction’. Hopefully, her expression would not fail her for the following moment--
Taeyeon bent Sunny over. Their noses brushed.
Though, unlike usual performances, the lights didn’t shut off. All according to Taeyeon’s spur-of-the-moment creative decision to close in and press their lips together. Mental flashes of censors’ murderous scowls, Sunny’s stunned lips kissing back, and a certain blonde’s lovely eyes hit her like a tidal wave. The lights shut off, then.
Taeyeon snatched the mic from her face, proud that her own little scandal paid off, judging by the roar of the fans. Her friend had no time to whisper “what the f--” before they rushed to their places--Taeyeon at the forefront, Yuri at her right, Sunny on keyboard--to perform “Technicolor”.
The last unwavering notes reverberated from the speakers. She lived off this attention: jeers, earnest screams, chants shrieked from the tops of zealous lungs. Kim Taeyeon’s heart pounded into her ears and breathing exercises could do nothing to slow its rate. As Yuri and Sunny bowed between waves, Taeyeon ripped her detachable microphone off its stand.
“Do you want a Scandal?!” she shouted into the device.
Loyal Rumors screamed rabidly in response.
If anybody could read minds, they’d know Taeyeon was challenging someone in particular.
…
“Not riding with your rowdy counterparts?” Narsha joked, backing out the driveway in her BMW.
Pumped and ready to get into a night’s worth of trouble, Sunny and Yuri hijacked the van and declared Jinho, their driver, a chauffeur of debauchery.
“Not tonight. Too much on my mind,” Taeyeon droned, thumbing at her touchpad.
She could feel Narsha glance her way. “Whatcha typing?”
“Notes.” Taeyeon grimaced, shaking her head. “‘Tech’s presentation could be a lot stronger. For approximately ten seconds, I couldn’t hear any sound from my headset. Those assholes are going to get a complaint from me personally. Yuri’s voice cracks at the chorus. I suggest forcing her into more classes. Sunny missed a few keys at the--”
“Tae,” Narsha sighed, stopping at a light. “I’m the manager, remember? I’ll take care of any mishaps. Per routine for live performances.”
“Sure, but don’t you think the hook could be stronger? Or, is that just me?”
“That’d be your anal retentiveness masquerading as perfectionism.”
“Fuck you.”
Narsha laughed at Taeyeon childishly crossing her arms in a sulk. “What stunts are Yul and Sunny pulling tonight?”
“Don’t know,” she lied.
“Jinho texted me. Says they’re headed to an underground rave in Incheon.”
“Snitch.”
“As long as they’re at the dorm by daylight, everything’s fine. You didn’t care to accompany them?”
Taeyeon lazed her head to pout out the window. “Why should I?”
“I went to many a rave in my day.”
“You’re not that old, Narsha.”
The manager went on, memories softening her pensive tone. “Dancing, laser shows, alcohol, repetitive music, low lighting...perfect stress relievers.”
“Ya know, most managers would be happy their idol has no social life.”
“I’m not most managers. When was the last time you got laid?”
Big Mouth Minah and the short-lived ride on her lap came to mind. Taeyeon swore under her breath. “Why is that important?”
“Have you chatted to any nice girls lately?”
Jessica.
No, not that weird bitch.
“That’s not my top priority.”
“Real talk?”
Narsha’s way of signalling off-the-record comments. Advice no typical manager would reveal to their clientele. Taeyeon shrugged, curiosity getting the better of her.
“Fame.” Narsha paused at the loaded word. The hum of the car swallowed the next minute. “It can last only so long. You’re a smart girl; you already know this.”
Taeyeon didn’t answer. The statement made her nauseous.
“When Skandl’s no longer relevant and you’re free to do whatever you please, you’ll need things of true value waiting for you. I’m not talking trophies or a list of intangible accolades. Keep hitting your goals, but set aside time for your friends. Have more laughs. Go on adventures. Find love.”
Tan fingers ruffled Taeyeon’s bangs. She sat still, savoring the parental gesture. “That stuff--love, laughs, whatever. It’ll be there when this is all done.”
“Yes and no.”
“No?”
“You have access to venues from people’s fantasies. Take advantage. Like your groupmates.”
“I’m not…” Taeyeon recalled Lucky Six’s successful comeback. The way the first five stomped through the halls like they owned the world. “like Yul and Sunny.”
“Don’t take everything so seriously--that’s all I ask.”
“Mm.” Her hands itched to find the latest online reactions. They were bound to multiply at that time of night.
“I’m your manager. Here to protect you. I should be getting wrinkles by fact-checking skewed reviews while you make inconvenient demands and gallivant with reckless types to cause me grief. And it’ll take more than that little peck in ‘Love Cut Open’ to break me.”
Taeyeon growled, frustrated. “Raves don’t excite me.”
“Fine. Tell me when something--or someone--does. Alrighty?”
“Maybe.”
…
Narsha’s self-help lectures normally went through one ear and out the other. Blah blah, happiness wasn’t stardom. Blah, love.
However, that night, they struck Taeyeon at the core.
When Skandl’s no longer relevant…
Would that be soon?
An hour of research later, Taeyeon slapped her laptop shut. She grew bored at the back-and-forth comparisons of Skandl’s newest single to last year’s hits.
Take advantage. Like your groupmates.
Fuming at her lack of motivation, she popped open a beer. The first sip was nasty. It always tasted better with friends.
Lining up with her thoughts, her phone vibrated from the kitchen counter. Yuri.
“Tae, I’m sooooo wasted,” Yuri slurred into the receiver. That girl had a horrible gauge of her alcohol intake. “Chaeraptor and Rexikon from Chickasaurus are here. So is Jiaaaaaa. Hakyeon and Hyukkie failed at breakdancing, s--Oh shiiiiit! I’m turnt up! Am I using that ri--so many folks made it. It’s crazy.”
“Good times had by all?” Taeyeon asked, trying not to sound too jealous.
“Fuuuck yes. Oh, here’s Sunny.”
“Tae!” Sunny piped in immediately. “Wall-to-wall pussy here, oh my god.”
“Your favorite.”
“How’s the review hunt?”
“Very effective. One of us has to be.”
Sunny was too drunk to pick up the edge in her comment. “Minah’s been asking about you.”
“Taeyeonie sweetie pie, heyyy!” the familiarly grating voice blasted into the phone, “I forgive you! When are we gonna finish what we started, you sexy bitch?”
Taeyeon cringed, buttoning her lip.
Sunny got back on. “You hear that, Tae? She said--”
“I heard her.”
“When you’re done researching our competition, drop by.”
“Can’t. My findings are…” She gazed around the empty dorm. “too engrossing.”
“Hyoyeon and Fany showed up. They’re taking flaming shots as we speak. Lucky Sixers can throw down!”
That was the last straw. “I don’t give a flying fuck what they’re doing. If you'll excuse me, I’ll be calculating ways to destroy them.”
A long period of static and techno proceeded. Taeyeon squeezed her beer bottle with a rigid hand.
“What?” Sunny yelled over the music. “You say something?”
“Don’t get syphilis.”
“What?!”
“Bye, Sunny.”
Taeyeon almost missed their obnoxiousness when the room fell back into stifling silence.
“The fucking nerve of them. Hanging out with the enemy,” she muttered, shifting beneath her Egyptian Cotton bedsheets. She felt old for going to bed before 2 a.m.
Nothing better to do.
Except lie there, waiting for sleep. Plagued by Narsha’s most penetrating question:
Have you chatted to any nice girls lately?
No.
No.
No.
Her eyes flickered open, staring through the half-empty beer bottle atop the nightstand. As much as she fought it, her mind brought her back to the conversation backstage.
“Whoa.”
She’d never experienced a ‘whoa’/blatant insult combo from anyone, let alone someone so weird.
So damn weird.
And cute.
Taeyeon hefted the edge of a thick blanket to cover her mouth. Hiding a smile from everybody in the room--namely, herself.
Fun fact? When I say 'Reason #23219147', the RGB (R: 232 G: 191 B: 47) makes a goldish color. B)
