[SJ/SNSD] assorted ficlets
From the comment fics on my journal, reposted. SNSD and SJ ficlets. ♥ Happy Thanksgiving!
For herocountry: SNSD AU
too cool for school, PG, 239 words
"This is the stupidest undercover op ever," Yuri complains, hands on her hips.
"I don't think it's so bad," says Jessica.
"I'm shocked," Yoona says dryly. She grins when Jessica shoots her a wounded look. "C'mon, Sica, all the boys are falling all over you. How could you not love it?" She knocks her shoulders against Jessica who covers her mouth as she dissolves into acknowledging giggles.
Yuri sighs at them and turns back to the full-length mirror, adjusting her cropped top. "I want my gun," she says mournfully. "There's no way to hide a holster in this uniform."
It's true: the cheerleader's uniform is tiny as God and man intended, with plenty of bared skin and no room to hide much of anything.
"I don't know," says Sunny, tying a ribbon into her ponytail. "I kind of like our makeshift pompoms." The ones they have hidden retractable switchblades into. As the agents most often sent out into the field, they have to make do, even when the "field" is a high school with an aardvark as the mascot. An aardvark with a killing streak that has the bosses at SM twitchy and displeased. So here they are, undercover, armed and ready to kill in bouncy school colors.
Yoona hands over a pair of silvery long needles that Sunny tucks carefully into her hair. Jessica reaches over and tugs Sunny's skirt up a little bit.
Sunny loves her job.
--
For herocountry: sunny and jessica talk about their respective girlcrushes
never been, PG, 307 words
"Taeyeon," Sunny says, propping her head up on the giant pillow. Her voice is wistful and Jessica is the opposite of surprised. Who didn't see that one coming? As the two oldest girls in the group, they've always been best friends, playful and laughing together, trusting each other with their secrets and fears. Jessica's not jealous, really, she has her own best friends, her own confidants... She twirls a lock of hair and smiles a little as Sunny's eyes refocus onto her.
"So!" And the enthusiastic voice is back, as sunny as her name. "What about you, Sica? If you could date any of the members?"
She pulls her fingers through her hair, stalling. "Umm." Like she doesn't have a ready answer, someone she has always envied a little, admired a lot, who is buoyant and sexy and adorable and confident in who she is and what she wants. Someone who is sprawled over her bed right now in a tank top and a pair of tiny shorts, hair wrapped up in a bun high on her head and dark eyes blinking up at her, blissfully ignorant as she waits for Jessica's answer.
Jessica untangles her fingers from her hair and ducks her head a little, affecting shyness. "Fany, of course."
A bright little laugh. "Of course!" Sunny rolls over onto her back, still beaming up at Jessica. "You two have always been so close. That's so cute, Sica!"
Jessica smiles dutifully.
"Ahh, look at us," Sunny sighs, making a little moue of discontent. "Both of us, pining after our best friends. We're pathetic, aren't we?" She stretches out her arm and links her fingers with Jessica's, squeezing a little. "Don't worry, Sica, you'll always have me."
She stays silent but her smile warms a degree, and she squeezes back.
It's not the same, but it's something.
--
For swingingstars: KYUHYUN AND ZHOUMI REUNION!!! ~SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME~
at your side again, PG, 154 words
Kyuhyun slams Zhou Mi into the wall and scowls at him as Zhou Mi makes a pained little sound and flails his arms at the door until it's shut. He shoots Kyuhyun a wounded look.
Kyuhyun ignores it. "It's been a week since I've seen you," he mutters. "While you were frolicking around China."
"I don't frolic," protests Zhou Mi.
Kyuhyun glares.
"I missed you too, you know," says Zhou Mi, giving in instantly. He peers down at Kyuhyun, eyes soft, and brings a hand up to cup Kyuhyun's face. "But we're going to be rehearsing for the concerts now. You'll see me every day, Kuixian."
Kyuhyun relents a little, tension easing out of his shoulders as he turns his face into Zhou Mi's palm and presses a kiss there. Zhou Mi smiles, tiny but bright, a fierce little glitter in his eyes.
"Every day," he promises, and Kyuhyun leans up to kiss him.
--
For black_goose: siwon/sungmin, AU, "I thought crushes like this stopped after high school"
flavor of joy, PG, 324 words
Siwon can't remember the last time he laughed so hard, the last he spent so long smiling. He feels like he's five and his parents bought him a soccer ball and it was every dream come true. He feels like he's twelve and the prettiest girl in school has just told him she likes him, all shy ducked head and pristine white knee socks. He feels like the first time his father smiled at him and told him he was proud, told him he knew Siwon would live up to expectations with the family business.
Like that, but a thousand times more, and the feeling doesn't stop.
Sungmin's licking ice cream off his spoon, tiny pink kitten tongue against the lime green plastic and vanilla. Siwon looks because he can, bumps his knee against Sungmin's under the table because he's allowed.
"What?" says Sungmin, like he doesn't know, eyes dancing under the sweep of his lashes. "Want a taste?"
Siwon lets Sungmin feed him a bite of ice cream and doesn't care if anyone else in the shop is staring. It doesn't matter. He's young, rich, successful, handsome - and none of it matters when Sungmin's hand is closed around his wrist, a loose warm hold that is just this side of intimate, and Sungmin's lips are curved in that smile that means he's happy.
"I thought crushes like this stopped after high school," Sungmin told Siwon two months ago, embarrassed and unsure. "I'm stupid with how happy you make me."
Siwon set out to prove that happiness isn't just a fleeting thing, a memory of fleeting golden youth to be cherished. It's something they can have now, he said, and Sungmin didn't believe him then but he let Siwon try. And now, now Sungmin is laughing as they finish up their ice cream, smiling as they leave, leaning his head on Siwon's shoulder as they go.
Happiness is everything he has right here.
--
For herocountry: zhou mi is a hot bitch, no one else matters
everything, PG, 271 words
"ZHOU MI WO AI NI," screams a legion of signs in front of the arena. There's another two hours until they'll be allowed in and the lines look endless. The reporter for CCTV shakes her head. These teenage girls. She'll never understand their obsessive culture.
She approaches one holding a LED lightboard decorated with Chinese characters and hearts. "Could I interview you?" she asks and the girl perks up.
"Are you excited about the concert?" she asks the fan.
"Yes, so excited. I've been here since six this morning. I can't wait to see Zhou Mi be amazing!"
Well, the enthusiasm is certainly not flagging. She notes down the answer. "And do you think all these fans are a sign of Super Junior's success in overseas markets?"
The fan blinks at her. "Sorry, who?"
"...Super Junior?" The reporter checks her notes. "This is Super Junior's Super Show III concert, right?"
"I don't know," the girl says dismissively. "I'm just here for Zhou Mi."
"Me too," pipes up the next girl in line.
"Me three!"
"Me four!"
"Are any of you here to see Super Junior?" the reporter asks desperately.
"I spend the entire time waiting for Zhou Mi's solo," the original girl says. "Honestly, just one solo! And only two performances with the group? That's ridiculous. They should give him more songs. He's so talented."
"So talented," the other girls agree. "Zhou Mi," they sigh collectively. "I love him. He's the only one that matters."
("And sometimes Kyuhyun," the first girl allows. "Because Zhou Mi loves him and he has the intelligence to appreciate Zhou Mi like the rest of us.")
--
For taylormercury: donghae/henry AU. WHATEVER. FUN.
a little playing around, PG-13, 304 words
Henry's Mandarin has gotten exponentially better while Donghae's has gotten exponentially worse with disuse. It doesn't matter that Henry can barely speak Korean and Donghae can barely speak English. Words aren't the language that bridge them when Donghae's shoving Henry into a tiny closet, breathless with laughter as they try to hush each other, blood pounding in their ears.
Jonghyun is going to be furious, Henry thinks gleefully, and the best part is that he can't even take it out on them, not when Donghae's his hyung and sunbae. Sometimes Koera's ridiculous hierarchy plays to his favor.
It's dark in the closet and Henry bangs his elbow against something that clatters. Donghae clutches his elbow. "Shh," he whispers right into Henry's ear, a puff of air that makes Henry shiver.
"You shh," Henry retorts in his own whisper, too gleeful from riding the high of their prank to care about how stupid his reply is. Whatever, he's not fluent in Korean, no one can expect snappy comebacks.
Donghae pushes at him playfully, a warm hand against his side. Henry shoves back a little harder, feels the thud of Donghae's shoulder against a -- shelf, or something, something that makes Donghae let out a little oof of pain. "Aissh," Donghae says and Henry leans in close, to feel the heat of Donghae's chest against his, the solid muscle pressed tight against him.
"Jerk," and that's one word Henry knows with easy familiarity in Korean, dripping in affection. He grins against Donghae's mouth.
"Fucker," he says, because Donghae doesn't curse often but he loves it when Henry does it. It always brings a little flash to his eyes, makes him curl in closer, tilting his hips so Henry fits between his thighs, until Henry tips his head down and Donghae bites at his lower lip, mischievous.
Started/Finished: 2010.11.22
For herocountry: SNSD AU
too cool for school, PG, 239 words
"This is the stupidest undercover op ever," Yuri complains, hands on her hips.
"I don't think it's so bad," says Jessica.
"I'm shocked," Yoona says dryly. She grins when Jessica shoots her a wounded look. "C'mon, Sica, all the boys are falling all over you. How could you not love it?" She knocks her shoulders against Jessica who covers her mouth as she dissolves into acknowledging giggles.
Yuri sighs at them and turns back to the full-length mirror, adjusting her cropped top. "I want my gun," she says mournfully. "There's no way to hide a holster in this uniform."
It's true: the cheerleader's uniform is tiny as God and man intended, with plenty of bared skin and no room to hide much of anything.
"I don't know," says Sunny, tying a ribbon into her ponytail. "I kind of like our makeshift pompoms." The ones they have hidden retractable switchblades into. As the agents most often sent out into the field, they have to make do, even when the "field" is a high school with an aardvark as the mascot. An aardvark with a killing streak that has the bosses at SM twitchy and displeased. So here they are, undercover, armed and ready to kill in bouncy school colors.
Yoona hands over a pair of silvery long needles that Sunny tucks carefully into her hair. Jessica reaches over and tugs Sunny's skirt up a little bit.
Sunny loves her job.
--
For herocountry: sunny and jessica talk about their respective girlcrushes
never been, PG, 307 words
"Taeyeon," Sunny says, propping her head up on the giant pillow. Her voice is wistful and Jessica is the opposite of surprised. Who didn't see that one coming? As the two oldest girls in the group, they've always been best friends, playful and laughing together, trusting each other with their secrets and fears. Jessica's not jealous, really, she has her own best friends, her own confidants... She twirls a lock of hair and smiles a little as Sunny's eyes refocus onto her.
"So!" And the enthusiastic voice is back, as sunny as her name. "What about you, Sica? If you could date any of the members?"
She pulls her fingers through her hair, stalling. "Umm." Like she doesn't have a ready answer, someone she has always envied a little, admired a lot, who is buoyant and sexy and adorable and confident in who she is and what she wants. Someone who is sprawled over her bed right now in a tank top and a pair of tiny shorts, hair wrapped up in a bun high on her head and dark eyes blinking up at her, blissfully ignorant as she waits for Jessica's answer.
Jessica untangles her fingers from her hair and ducks her head a little, affecting shyness. "Fany, of course."
A bright little laugh. "Of course!" Sunny rolls over onto her back, still beaming up at Jessica. "You two have always been so close. That's so cute, Sica!"
Jessica smiles dutifully.
"Ahh, look at us," Sunny sighs, making a little moue of discontent. "Both of us, pining after our best friends. We're pathetic, aren't we?" She stretches out her arm and links her fingers with Jessica's, squeezing a little. "Don't worry, Sica, you'll always have me."
She stays silent but her smile warms a degree, and she squeezes back.
It's not the same, but it's something.
--
For swingingstars: KYUHYUN AND ZHOUMI REUNION!!! ~SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME~
at your side again, PG, 154 words
Kyuhyun slams Zhou Mi into the wall and scowls at him as Zhou Mi makes a pained little sound and flails his arms at the door until it's shut. He shoots Kyuhyun a wounded look.
Kyuhyun ignores it. "It's been a week since I've seen you," he mutters. "While you were frolicking around China."
"I don't frolic," protests Zhou Mi.
Kyuhyun glares.
"I missed you too, you know," says Zhou Mi, giving in instantly. He peers down at Kyuhyun, eyes soft, and brings a hand up to cup Kyuhyun's face. "But we're going to be rehearsing for the concerts now. You'll see me every day, Kuixian."
Kyuhyun relents a little, tension easing out of his shoulders as he turns his face into Zhou Mi's palm and presses a kiss there. Zhou Mi smiles, tiny but bright, a fierce little glitter in his eyes.
"Every day," he promises, and Kyuhyun leans up to kiss him.
--
For black_goose: siwon/sungmin, AU, "I thought crushes like this stopped after high school"
flavor of joy, PG, 324 words
Siwon can't remember the last time he laughed so hard, the last he spent so long smiling. He feels like he's five and his parents bought him a soccer ball and it was every dream come true. He feels like he's twelve and the prettiest girl in school has just told him she likes him, all shy ducked head and pristine white knee socks. He feels like the first time his father smiled at him and told him he was proud, told him he knew Siwon would live up to expectations with the family business.
Like that, but a thousand times more, and the feeling doesn't stop.
Sungmin's licking ice cream off his spoon, tiny pink kitten tongue against the lime green plastic and vanilla. Siwon looks because he can, bumps his knee against Sungmin's under the table because he's allowed.
"What?" says Sungmin, like he doesn't know, eyes dancing under the sweep of his lashes. "Want a taste?"
Siwon lets Sungmin feed him a bite of ice cream and doesn't care if anyone else in the shop is staring. It doesn't matter. He's young, rich, successful, handsome - and none of it matters when Sungmin's hand is closed around his wrist, a loose warm hold that is just this side of intimate, and Sungmin's lips are curved in that smile that means he's happy.
"I thought crushes like this stopped after high school," Sungmin told Siwon two months ago, embarrassed and unsure. "I'm stupid with how happy you make me."
Siwon set out to prove that happiness isn't just a fleeting thing, a memory of fleeting golden youth to be cherished. It's something they can have now, he said, and Sungmin didn't believe him then but he let Siwon try. And now, now Sungmin is laughing as they finish up their ice cream, smiling as they leave, leaning his head on Siwon's shoulder as they go.
Happiness is everything he has right here.
--
For herocountry: zhou mi is a hot bitch, no one else matters
everything, PG, 271 words
"ZHOU MI WO AI NI," screams a legion of signs in front of the arena. There's another two hours until they'll be allowed in and the lines look endless. The reporter for CCTV shakes her head. These teenage girls. She'll never understand their obsessive culture.
She approaches one holding a LED lightboard decorated with Chinese characters and hearts. "Could I interview you?" she asks and the girl perks up.
"Are you excited about the concert?" she asks the fan.
"Yes, so excited. I've been here since six this morning. I can't wait to see Zhou Mi be amazing!"
Well, the enthusiasm is certainly not flagging. She notes down the answer. "And do you think all these fans are a sign of Super Junior's success in overseas markets?"
The fan blinks at her. "Sorry, who?"
"...Super Junior?" The reporter checks her notes. "This is Super Junior's Super Show III concert, right?"
"I don't know," the girl says dismissively. "I'm just here for Zhou Mi."
"Me too," pipes up the next girl in line.
"Me three!"
"Me four!"
"Are any of you here to see Super Junior?" the reporter asks desperately.
"I spend the entire time waiting for Zhou Mi's solo," the original girl says. "Honestly, just one solo! And only two performances with the group? That's ridiculous. They should give him more songs. He's so talented."
"So talented," the other girls agree. "Zhou Mi," they sigh collectively. "I love him. He's the only one that matters."
("And sometimes Kyuhyun," the first girl allows. "Because Zhou Mi loves him and he has the intelligence to appreciate Zhou Mi like the rest of us.")
--
For taylormercury: donghae/henry AU. WHATEVER. FUN.
a little playing around, PG-13, 304 words
Henry's Mandarin has gotten exponentially better while Donghae's has gotten exponentially worse with disuse. It doesn't matter that Henry can barely speak Korean and Donghae can barely speak English. Words aren't the language that bridge them when Donghae's shoving Henry into a tiny closet, breathless with laughter as they try to hush each other, blood pounding in their ears.
Jonghyun is going to be furious, Henry thinks gleefully, and the best part is that he can't even take it out on them, not when Donghae's his hyung and sunbae. Sometimes Koera's ridiculous hierarchy plays to his favor.
It's dark in the closet and Henry bangs his elbow against something that clatters. Donghae clutches his elbow. "Shh," he whispers right into Henry's ear, a puff of air that makes Henry shiver.
"You shh," Henry retorts in his own whisper, too gleeful from riding the high of their prank to care about how stupid his reply is. Whatever, he's not fluent in Korean, no one can expect snappy comebacks.
Donghae pushes at him playfully, a warm hand against his side. Henry shoves back a little harder, feels the thud of Donghae's shoulder against a -- shelf, or something, something that makes Donghae let out a little oof of pain. "Aissh," Donghae says and Henry leans in close, to feel the heat of Donghae's chest against his, the solid muscle pressed tight against him.
"Jerk," and that's one word Henry knows with easy familiarity in Korean, dripping in affection. He grins against Donghae's mouth.
"Fucker," he says, because Donghae doesn't curse often but he loves it when Henry does it. It always brings a little flash to his eyes, makes him curl in closer, tilting his hips so Henry fits between his thighs, until Henry tips his head down and Donghae bites at his lower lip, mischievous.
Started/Finished: 2010.11.22