For phonebook! Dream Your Dreams Away (f(x), gen, PG-13)
Title: Dream Your Dreams Away
Recipient: phonebook
Group(s)/Artist(s): f(x)
Pairing(s)/Character(s): OT5, gen
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s):
Summary: f(x) is an indie rock band with a following of teenage boys and some girls. Everyone thinks they’re cool, but they’re actually just a bunch of pretentious teenagers (except for Victoria, she’s an only-sort-of-pretentious adult).
Note(s): Hoping you’re having a great new year so far, phonebook! And I hope that you enjoy this as well. ♥
As Krystal threw a drumstick towards the audience at the crowded bar, her sweaty hair swishing around with her harsh movements, she was pretty damn sure she was in heaven.
She dropped the last few loud beats with one stick as the bar filled up with applause. Sunyoung’s sweet speaking voice which contrasted with her powerful singing blasted from the speakers behind her. “We are f(x)! Thank you for tonight!” Sunyoung announced. Krystal had learned to get used to that - anyway, she needed the checkup to see if she was going deaf yet, since all she could hear was her own heartbeat and deep panting.
She watched Victoria wave to all her fanboys, pulling down her too-short skirt and turning off the keyboard with a huge smile on her face. It was hilarious knowing Victoria didn’t understand a word they were saying when they screamed, “take off your shirt!” and “screw me please!” at her, and seeing her smile politely and say “they’re such nice boys!” when they get backstage.
Her eyes easily swerved from Sunyoung squatting by the stage to talk to the people in the front row to Jinri lazily turning off the amplifiers with her one bare foot to Amber holding her guitar, trying to get off the small stage but having girls swarm her and pull her back towards the audience.
Krystal was happy at her location at the back, near enough to hear the loud screams of “Krystal, you’re so hot!” but far enough to be able to move freely at her own will. She climbed off-stage quickly and took her jean jacket off, fanning herself with her hands.
Jinri came right after her, making her presence known by slapping Krystal’s butt as she walked by towards the water bottles.
“I heard your mistake up there, you totally messed up the bridge with your cymbals,” Jinri said airily before opening a bottle and gulping down half the water.
Krystal scoffed. “I just got lost in the moment. As if you’re so great. There’s no such thing as a great bassist,” she retorted, not bothering to hold back a joking grin.
Jinri just stuck her tongue out then snaked her arms around the other with a mischievous grin on her face.
“Ew! Sweat! Get off me,” Krystal whined, trying to push Jinri away. The body heat was unbearable.
Just then, Amber walked in. “Woah, what is this love fest,” she uttered as she passed them.
“Jinri’s a shitty bassist,” Krystal groaned. Jinri just tightened her hug.
“I am not afraid to kiss you,” she said, lips dangerously close to Krystal’s, turned up in a huge innocent smile.
“Oh, are you going to kiss?” Victoria asked aloud as she walked in. “Don’t forget condoms.”
“Oh god, ew, Vic!” Krystal screeched, scandalized.
“Yeah, we won’t,” Jinri said simultaneously.
Sunyoung finally came and nodded at them, signaling that they could leave. They usually stayed to listen to the more popular bands, but Sunyoung’s mom demanded that they be back by midnight so they could wake up to pancakes the next day instead of having hangover medicine for late lunch.
They crammed themselves in Victoria’s van which smelled of overpowering orange car freshener, their instruments in the back with Amber.
“You’re wearing pants,” Sunyoung reasoned.
“Then I’m wearing a skirt to our next gig,” Amber grumbled.
Krystal raised her eyebrows, suddenly interested. “Really? Make it real tight and sexy. I have one in leopard print, you can borrow it. Totally suits you.”
Amber grimaced and hit her head with a nearby drumstick.
“Don’t use my own weapons against me,” Krystal said with a death glare.
“Hold on,” Victoria sang as the car jerked forward and Jinri hit her head on the glass.
Sunyoung glanced at Krystal’s face and started laughing. “Maybe Krystal always throws up after our gigs because of the car rides and not the alcohol.”
“She’s crashed a car before, she can do it again,” Amber warned.
“What are you talking about,” Victoria glared at her from the rearview mirror.
Jinri looked at her from the passenger seat, gently touching her arm. “Unnie, I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t remember, you stayed at the hospital the longest -“
Victoria switched her glare towards Jinri and drove out of the parking space.
Three minutes later, she ran over a cat.
“Oh my god, who hired you as our driver again,” Krystal complained.
Jinri turned to the back. “Amber did when she was like, oh hey, I have a hot Chinese neighbor who plays the piano really well and drives a rental van and kind of old and really legal -“
“Rhetorical,” Amber interrupted, looking out the window.
Jinri blinked, shrugged, then turned on the radio.
A loud electronic beat filled the car and Amber widened her eyes. “They play The Knife here? I’m impressed.” Jinri turned up the volume, smiling to herself.
They all started humming along. By the time they got to Sunyoung’s house, they were screeching lyrics at the top of their lungs.
“For a band, you guys sure have shitty voices,” Sunyoung’s sister commented from the living room on their way upstairs.
“Sorry, we can’t hear you over all the high notes we hit!” Amber replied, screaming from the top of the stairs.
“That song had like, zero to negative one high notes,” Krystal said with a smirk as she climbed.
“We still hit them.” Amber pulled her lips into an annoying grin. She opened the door of Sunyoung’s room shamelessly, put her guitar against the wall, and jumped on the bed facedown.
“No shoes on the bed,” Victoria called out. When she got in, she removed Amber’s sneakers herself, settling them on her floor beside her.
As soon as the door was shut and locked, Krystal tiptoed and opened the cabinet above Sunyoung’s wardrobe and threw a bottle of Captain Morgan at Jinri. It landed on a pillow beside Victoria’s head.
“Shoes aren’t allowed on the bed but alcohol is?” Amber moaned. Victoria nodded. “…Not complaining, actually.”
“Hey, Jinri, can you turn on the TV? Remote’s beside you. I think they have a late night rerun of Music Bank,” Sunyoung said from the mattress on the floor, pointing at the beanbag beside the bed.
Jinri scrunched up her nose and Krystal laughed, saying, “Ew, Sunyoung, you’re the only one who likes K-Pop unironically.”
“Jinri likes SHINee!” Sunyoung accused. Jinri made an appalled face.
“What are you saying,” she gasped as she threw a pillow at Sunyoung.
“Shuuuush, can Amber just like, play something,” Krystal groaned as she landed on the beanbag, intentionally sitting on the remote control.
Amber sighed, reaching for her guitar. It was covered in stickers ranging from NBA to Hello Kitty, proudly designed by the entire band. She plucked it gently then sat down at the foot of the bed. “Requests?”
“Coldplay please,” Sunyoung said with her eyes closed, lying on her back, her head on Jinri’s stomach. Krystal snorted and Sunyoung shot her a glare. “Old school Coldplay please.”
“Fine,” Krystal said, crawling towards the bed so she could flop onto it and grab the liquor bottle. “Apparently nostalgia is our peg tonight.”
That night, they got drunk to alternative rock. They ended up not waking up early enough to eat pancakes in the morning.
Recipient: phonebook
Group(s)/Artist(s): f(x)
Pairing(s)/Character(s): OT5, gen
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s):
Summary: f(x) is an indie rock band with a following of teenage boys and some girls. Everyone thinks they’re cool, but they’re actually just a bunch of pretentious teenagers (except for Victoria, she’s an only-sort-of-pretentious adult).
Note(s): Hoping you’re having a great new year so far, phonebook! And I hope that you enjoy this as well. ♥
As Krystal threw a drumstick towards the audience at the crowded bar, her sweaty hair swishing around with her harsh movements, she was pretty damn sure she was in heaven.
She dropped the last few loud beats with one stick as the bar filled up with applause. Sunyoung’s sweet speaking voice which contrasted with her powerful singing blasted from the speakers behind her. “We are f(x)! Thank you for tonight!” Sunyoung announced. Krystal had learned to get used to that - anyway, she needed the checkup to see if she was going deaf yet, since all she could hear was her own heartbeat and deep panting.
She watched Victoria wave to all her fanboys, pulling down her too-short skirt and turning off the keyboard with a huge smile on her face. It was hilarious knowing Victoria didn’t understand a word they were saying when they screamed, “take off your shirt!” and “screw me please!” at her, and seeing her smile politely and say “they’re such nice boys!” when they get backstage.
Her eyes easily swerved from Sunyoung squatting by the stage to talk to the people in the front row to Jinri lazily turning off the amplifiers with her one bare foot to Amber holding her guitar, trying to get off the small stage but having girls swarm her and pull her back towards the audience.
Krystal was happy at her location at the back, near enough to hear the loud screams of “Krystal, you’re so hot!” but far enough to be able to move freely at her own will. She climbed off-stage quickly and took her jean jacket off, fanning herself with her hands.
Jinri came right after her, making her presence known by slapping Krystal’s butt as she walked by towards the water bottles.
“I heard your mistake up there, you totally messed up the bridge with your cymbals,” Jinri said airily before opening a bottle and gulping down half the water.
Krystal scoffed. “I just got lost in the moment. As if you’re so great. There’s no such thing as a great bassist,” she retorted, not bothering to hold back a joking grin.
Jinri just stuck her tongue out then snaked her arms around the other with a mischievous grin on her face.
“Ew! Sweat! Get off me,” Krystal whined, trying to push Jinri away. The body heat was unbearable.
Just then, Amber walked in. “Woah, what is this love fest,” she uttered as she passed them.
“Jinri’s a shitty bassist,” Krystal groaned. Jinri just tightened her hug.
“I am not afraid to kiss you,” she said, lips dangerously close to Krystal’s, turned up in a huge innocent smile.
“Oh, are you going to kiss?” Victoria asked aloud as she walked in. “Don’t forget condoms.”
“Oh god, ew, Vic!” Krystal screeched, scandalized.
“Yeah, we won’t,” Jinri said simultaneously.
Sunyoung finally came and nodded at them, signaling that they could leave. They usually stayed to listen to the more popular bands, but Sunyoung’s mom demanded that they be back by midnight so they could wake up to pancakes the next day instead of having hangover medicine for late lunch.
They crammed themselves in Victoria’s van which smelled of overpowering orange car freshener, their instruments in the back with Amber.
“You’re wearing pants,” Sunyoung reasoned.
“Then I’m wearing a skirt to our next gig,” Amber grumbled.
Krystal raised her eyebrows, suddenly interested. “Really? Make it real tight and sexy. I have one in leopard print, you can borrow it. Totally suits you.”
Amber grimaced and hit her head with a nearby drumstick.
“Don’t use my own weapons against me,” Krystal said with a death glare.
“Hold on,” Victoria sang as the car jerked forward and Jinri hit her head on the glass.
Sunyoung glanced at Krystal’s face and started laughing. “Maybe Krystal always throws up after our gigs because of the car rides and not the alcohol.”
“She’s crashed a car before, she can do it again,” Amber warned.
“What are you talking about,” Victoria glared at her from the rearview mirror.
Jinri looked at her from the passenger seat, gently touching her arm. “Unnie, I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t remember, you stayed at the hospital the longest -“
Victoria switched her glare towards Jinri and drove out of the parking space.
Three minutes later, she ran over a cat.
“Oh my god, who hired you as our driver again,” Krystal complained.
Jinri turned to the back. “Amber did when she was like, oh hey, I have a hot Chinese neighbor who plays the piano really well and drives a rental van and kind of old and really legal -“
“Rhetorical,” Amber interrupted, looking out the window.
Jinri blinked, shrugged, then turned on the radio.
A loud electronic beat filled the car and Amber widened her eyes. “They play The Knife here? I’m impressed.” Jinri turned up the volume, smiling to herself.
They all started humming along. By the time they got to Sunyoung’s house, they were screeching lyrics at the top of their lungs.
“For a band, you guys sure have shitty voices,” Sunyoung’s sister commented from the living room on their way upstairs.
“Sorry, we can’t hear you over all the high notes we hit!” Amber replied, screaming from the top of the stairs.
“That song had like, zero to negative one high notes,” Krystal said with a smirk as she climbed.
“We still hit them.” Amber pulled her lips into an annoying grin. She opened the door of Sunyoung’s room shamelessly, put her guitar against the wall, and jumped on the bed facedown.
“No shoes on the bed,” Victoria called out. When she got in, she removed Amber’s sneakers herself, settling them on her floor beside her.
As soon as the door was shut and locked, Krystal tiptoed and opened the cabinet above Sunyoung’s wardrobe and threw a bottle of Captain Morgan at Jinri. It landed on a pillow beside Victoria’s head.
“Shoes aren’t allowed on the bed but alcohol is?” Amber moaned. Victoria nodded. “…Not complaining, actually.”
“Hey, Jinri, can you turn on the TV? Remote’s beside you. I think they have a late night rerun of Music Bank,” Sunyoung said from the mattress on the floor, pointing at the beanbag beside the bed.
Jinri scrunched up her nose and Krystal laughed, saying, “Ew, Sunyoung, you’re the only one who likes K-Pop unironically.”
“Jinri likes SHINee!” Sunyoung accused. Jinri made an appalled face.
“What are you saying,” she gasped as she threw a pillow at Sunyoung.
“Shuuuush, can Amber just like, play something,” Krystal groaned as she landed on the beanbag, intentionally sitting on the remote control.
Amber sighed, reaching for her guitar. It was covered in stickers ranging from NBA to Hello Kitty, proudly designed by the entire band. She plucked it gently then sat down at the foot of the bed. “Requests?”
“Coldplay please,” Sunyoung said with her eyes closed, lying on her back, her head on Jinri’s stomach. Krystal snorted and Sunyoung shot her a glare. “Old school Coldplay please.”
“Fine,” Krystal said, crawling towards the bed so she could flop onto it and grab the liquor bottle. “Apparently nostalgia is our peg tonight.”
That night, they got drunk to alternative rock. They ended up not waking up early enough to eat pancakes in the morning.