if i impress you
sulli/u-kwon, pg-13, 2000w
f(x)'s sulli walks into a club and meets... block b's u-kwon! for intoaclub.
Most people knew Kim Yukwon for his dancing more than anything. He was one of the best in his university’s hiphop crew and he dressed in big black shirts and expensive snapbacks, so dancer was the most obvious aura he gave off.
And so it came as a surprise to people when he showed up at a gig in the local bar, where all the hipsters came together and played their experimental sets with their raspy voices and unwashed hair. Not that many people recognized him, with his crisp polo and tight jeans.
One of his childhood friends, Taeil, invited him to watch that night, since Taeil was trying his hand at event production. Only Taeil and few very close friends of his knew of the acoustic guitar and nineties grunge CD collection sitting in his room back at home, right beside his flash drive full of hip hop mixes. He didn’t usually come to these things, but Taeil insisted that he would like tonight’s lineup, plus he promised free beer. As soon as he came to the bar counter though, he found out that was half a lie.
At least the liquor was cheap. With a bottle of beer in hand, Yukwon looked around for his friend. Though it was a small room, it was full of people laughing and wearing their band shirts with pride and the thickness of cigarette smoke was making it hard to see and breathe. Finally, he found him in a corner with some people surrounding him. He thought twice about heading that direction, since the crowd looked intimidating: most of them had huge glasses on which made them look cool, not nerdy, and dyed hair in colors ten times more outrageous than he would ever dare to think of attempting.
He was still thinking of turning away when Taeil spotted him, laughed, and urged him forward with an inviting hand. He was so different here than he usually was with their neighborhood friends at the basketball courts, usually reserved and babied, teased and taunted albeit playfully. Here he was the big guy, talented, loud, and respected immensely.
“I thought you weren’t coming!” Taeil shouted over a Phoenix track playing the background. Yukwon gave him an embarrassed grin and walked towards them hesitantly, bowing as he arrived. “This is Kim Yukwon, one of my old friends.”
Yukwon smiled and gave them a shy, “hey.”
He learned, after squeezing between a girl with bright pink hair (Krystal) and a guy who was skinny as hell (Jinyoung), that all eight of the people he was sitting with were performing tonight. Yukwon sat back, sipping his beer slowly, watching them all tease each other and laugh.
They were all astoundingly cool people, closing their eyes and saying, “shit, I love this song,” whenever a new track came on, chuckling as they flicked the ash of their cigarettes onto the tray. They were obviously the most popular people here in the bar, the beautiful musicians with cult followings worshipping their poetry.
People glanced at them admiringly as their laughter burst out from the corner of the room, and Yukwon couldn’t help but just freeze up awkwardly, because he had no idea how to butt in on their conversation appropriately and no one seemed to care that he didn’t either.
“Where’s Jinri?” one of the girls, Amber, asked Krystal, who in turn shook her head and made a sour face. Yukwon decided she was the most intimidating of them all.
“Dumbass just got out of class, she’s on her way here,” Krystal answered with a roll of her eyes, still staring at her phone.
“You guys should set up already, we should start in a few,” Taeil reminded them. They started standing up, walking across to the stage, which was more of a tiny platform than a stage, really. He was left sitting with Jinyoung and two of his bandmates Junghwan and Sunwoo, who were all talking about their plans for their set and that badass new album by that local band that Yukwon had never heard of.
So he entertained himself by staring at the platform, watching Taeil help a girl who was also at their table a few minutes back named Sunyoung with the wires around her feet and another girl named Victoria, also previously at the table, fix the settings of her keyboard.
A few minutes into their setup, a girl in a skirt and a flowered sweater barged into the small bar, looking out of place in her pastel clothes and her schoolgirl smile. The only thing that made her look relative to the bar was the black case slung to her back. She bounded for the stage, laughing in Krystal’s face when she was scolded from being late, charmingly unapologetic as she shook her hair out of her face and quickly moved to set up her bass guitar.
Yukwon watched Taeil get off stage, signaling to cut the background music. Sunyoung and Amber approached their microphones and the crowd started cheering. Yukwon glanced at the girl with the bass again and watched as she closed her eyes and smiled. She was incredibly pretty.
“Hey guys, we are f(x)!” Sunyoung said into the mic, smiling at the jeers and the applause. “We’ve missed you a lot, so we’ve got a long set for you tonight.”
“Sorry for taking so long, by the way, Jinri’s slow as hell,” Amber added. The girl - Jinri, apparently - raised her middle finger. Her angelic grin and her crude gesture clashed, but Yukwon couldn’t help but grin. It was strangely cute.
He bobbed his head to their fun pop tracks, singing along quietly when they covered Oasis. His eyes kept wandering to the girl with the bouncy hair, watching her move her head from side to side, hands lazily gliding over the neck of her bass guitar. She looked at the ceiling a lot, as if she was trying to remember what chords to play. She hardly looked at the audience and not once straight at him.
Their set passed with lots of jokes by Amber and mistakes by Victoria but it went by so quickly with Yukwon being transfixed on watching Jinri that he didn’t even notice that they’ve already played six songs. He only realized it when Sunyoung curtsied and the cheering got louder. He clapped for them belatedly in a daze.
The girls packed up a lot faster than they set up. Yukwon was starting on his third bottle of beer by the time they sat down around him.
Yukwon nearly choked when Jinri plopped down beside him, grabbing a bottle from the ice bucket in the middle of the table. While he thought she looked sweet from a distance, up close she was almost as intimidating as Krystal. She laughed at a sarcastic crack by said friend, who was on her other side. Taeil sat down with them again with two other guys, and Jinyoung and his band left to set up.
No one paid attention to Yukwon for at least eight minutes, up until Jinri sat back against the cushion and finally turned her head towards him. Yukwon looked up from his phone, which he was using to text Minhyuk about the cutest girl ever that was beside him right now. He set it face down against his leg (real subtle, he thought) and smiled at her guiltily.
“Hm, are you new here?” she asked him, eyes narrowed. She tilted her head slightly and he thought it was probably the most adorable he has ever seen a grown girl be.
Yukwon nodded. “Yeah. I’m a friend of Taeil’s, he invited me.”
“Oh, Taeil oppa,” she said with a grin. She turned more towards Yukwon, and he gave himself a mental pat on the back for the good conversation starter. “He’s so cute, I just want to hug him sometimes. He’s such a good singer, too.”
“Yeah, I know, he’s been singing since we were kids, I swear,” he replied. It was times like these when he was jealous of Taeil, who was a hit for being so adorable. (He could be cute too, he swears.) “I’m Yukwon, by the way.”
“Jinri.” He hoped he wasn’t mistaken when he saw the interested glint in her eyes. “So, how do you know Taeil anyway?”
“We’ve been neighbors for as long as I remember. Playmates and stuff.”
“Cute.” It was probably one of Jinri’s favorite words. “So do you sing like he does?”
“Not as well as he does,” he admitted. Jinri scrunched up her nose and laughed. His breath caught in his throat.
“He’s hard to beat,” she said. “But I’m sure you’re fine. You look like you can sing.”
He laughed. “I look it?”
“Yeah. I don’t know. You have this…face.”
“Uh, thanks I guess,” he said, a hesitant smile on his lips. After a moment, he asked, “Do you?”
She sipped her beer and smiled. “Only in the shower.”
“I think it’s cool that you play though,” he said.
“Yeah…” she trailed off, then looked at him haughtily. “I think so too.”
They laughed and made some more small talk, mostly about music and just a bit about school. He learned that she was two years younger than he was and studying in a neighboring university. She was friends with his friend Jiho through an amateur dancing class they took together and that they both ditched after a few sessions. She liked dancing but only for fun. She only liked doing anything for fun. She was barely passing her classes. She liked being photographed and filmed. She was a lazy dresser.
She brushed her hair back with her fingers a lot, and pursed her lips when she felt like it. She laughed at stupid knock-knock jokes. She had scars on her knees from her childhood and she let Yukwon touch them.
By the time she had four beers, her arm was slung around his shoulders and she was lolling her head and giggling a lot. He was red in the face and was sort of alarmed at how fast the alcohol got to her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned. She nodded and giggled some more.
“I’m aaalright!” she said with a flick of her hand, her grin so wide it looked like her face was going to split into two. “I’m just kind of happy.”
She put her head on his shoulder and laughed, and while he hoped she was actually fine and not too dizzy, Yukwon was okay with this. He was more than okay with this.
Sadly, though, Amber had pulled on her arm by then, her mouth twitching between a smirk and an annoyed frown. Apparently it’s been an hour or two since they started talking. “Jinri, we’ve got to go, you have an exam tomorrow,” she said as she tapped her friend’s arm repeatedly. Jinri groaned and shook her off.
“Yukwon, can you help me up?” she said with closed eyes, her balance entirely dependent on his. Yukwon flushed and gripped her shoulder, pulling her up gently. By the time they were up, their arms were interlaced in a loose hug. She giggled and tightened the hug for a split second. “Thanks Yukwon, see you around,” she said into his ear. He felt her pat his butt before giggling and being pulled away by Amber.
His face was hot and he couldn’t really believe what happened. He was dazed and confused as he sat back down, Taeil’s laughter greeting him as he did.
“In my defense,” Yukwon stuttered, hoping his face wasn’t so obviously bright pink in the dim warm lights of the bar, “she had incredibly low tolerance.”
“Dude, Jinri never gets drunk,” he replied with stilted guffawing. “She can chug four bottles of soju down and still do algebra. No kidding. Tried and tested.”
Yukwon furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “But she was all - you know - giggly and stuff -“
Taeil just laughed, tipping his head back to drink more beer. He looked beside at Taeil’s nameless friend beside him, bewildered. The shady looking guy patted his pocket with a smug look on his face.
Yukwon was puzzled at first, but then he shoved his hand into his own pocket and found a small piece of paper there, tucked in and waiting, containing eleven digits surrounded by lipstick hearts.
He laughed and thought, cute.
a/n: lol this was so lazy but this was like purely self-indulgent so!!! yeah. lol IDK THIS IS SO LAZY DON'T H8 ME
also this i like a continuation of my f(x) girl band au ok
follow me on twitter @fatpillows
f(x)'s sulli walks into a club and meets... block b's u-kwon! for intoaclub.
Most people knew Kim Yukwon for his dancing more than anything. He was one of the best in his university’s hiphop crew and he dressed in big black shirts and expensive snapbacks, so dancer was the most obvious aura he gave off.
And so it came as a surprise to people when he showed up at a gig in the local bar, where all the hipsters came together and played their experimental sets with their raspy voices and unwashed hair. Not that many people recognized him, with his crisp polo and tight jeans.
One of his childhood friends, Taeil, invited him to watch that night, since Taeil was trying his hand at event production. Only Taeil and few very close friends of his knew of the acoustic guitar and nineties grunge CD collection sitting in his room back at home, right beside his flash drive full of hip hop mixes. He didn’t usually come to these things, but Taeil insisted that he would like tonight’s lineup, plus he promised free beer. As soon as he came to the bar counter though, he found out that was half a lie.
At least the liquor was cheap. With a bottle of beer in hand, Yukwon looked around for his friend. Though it was a small room, it was full of people laughing and wearing their band shirts with pride and the thickness of cigarette smoke was making it hard to see and breathe. Finally, he found him in a corner with some people surrounding him. He thought twice about heading that direction, since the crowd looked intimidating: most of them had huge glasses on which made them look cool, not nerdy, and dyed hair in colors ten times more outrageous than he would ever dare to think of attempting.
He was still thinking of turning away when Taeil spotted him, laughed, and urged him forward with an inviting hand. He was so different here than he usually was with their neighborhood friends at the basketball courts, usually reserved and babied, teased and taunted albeit playfully. Here he was the big guy, talented, loud, and respected immensely.
“I thought you weren’t coming!” Taeil shouted over a Phoenix track playing the background. Yukwon gave him an embarrassed grin and walked towards them hesitantly, bowing as he arrived. “This is Kim Yukwon, one of my old friends.”
Yukwon smiled and gave them a shy, “hey.”
He learned, after squeezing between a girl with bright pink hair (Krystal) and a guy who was skinny as hell (Jinyoung), that all eight of the people he was sitting with were performing tonight. Yukwon sat back, sipping his beer slowly, watching them all tease each other and laugh.
They were all astoundingly cool people, closing their eyes and saying, “shit, I love this song,” whenever a new track came on, chuckling as they flicked the ash of their cigarettes onto the tray. They were obviously the most popular people here in the bar, the beautiful musicians with cult followings worshipping their poetry.
People glanced at them admiringly as their laughter burst out from the corner of the room, and Yukwon couldn’t help but just freeze up awkwardly, because he had no idea how to butt in on their conversation appropriately and no one seemed to care that he didn’t either.
“Where’s Jinri?” one of the girls, Amber, asked Krystal, who in turn shook her head and made a sour face. Yukwon decided she was the most intimidating of them all.
“Dumbass just got out of class, she’s on her way here,” Krystal answered with a roll of her eyes, still staring at her phone.
“You guys should set up already, we should start in a few,” Taeil reminded them. They started standing up, walking across to the stage, which was more of a tiny platform than a stage, really. He was left sitting with Jinyoung and two of his bandmates Junghwan and Sunwoo, who were all talking about their plans for their set and that badass new album by that local band that Yukwon had never heard of.
So he entertained himself by staring at the platform, watching Taeil help a girl who was also at their table a few minutes back named Sunyoung with the wires around her feet and another girl named Victoria, also previously at the table, fix the settings of her keyboard.
A few minutes into their setup, a girl in a skirt and a flowered sweater barged into the small bar, looking out of place in her pastel clothes and her schoolgirl smile. The only thing that made her look relative to the bar was the black case slung to her back. She bounded for the stage, laughing in Krystal’s face when she was scolded from being late, charmingly unapologetic as she shook her hair out of her face and quickly moved to set up her bass guitar.
Yukwon watched Taeil get off stage, signaling to cut the background music. Sunyoung and Amber approached their microphones and the crowd started cheering. Yukwon glanced at the girl with the bass again and watched as she closed her eyes and smiled. She was incredibly pretty.
“Hey guys, we are f(x)!” Sunyoung said into the mic, smiling at the jeers and the applause. “We’ve missed you a lot, so we’ve got a long set for you tonight.”
“Sorry for taking so long, by the way, Jinri’s slow as hell,” Amber added. The girl - Jinri, apparently - raised her middle finger. Her angelic grin and her crude gesture clashed, but Yukwon couldn’t help but grin. It was strangely cute.
He bobbed his head to their fun pop tracks, singing along quietly when they covered Oasis. His eyes kept wandering to the girl with the bouncy hair, watching her move her head from side to side, hands lazily gliding over the neck of her bass guitar. She looked at the ceiling a lot, as if she was trying to remember what chords to play. She hardly looked at the audience and not once straight at him.
Their set passed with lots of jokes by Amber and mistakes by Victoria but it went by so quickly with Yukwon being transfixed on watching Jinri that he didn’t even notice that they’ve already played six songs. He only realized it when Sunyoung curtsied and the cheering got louder. He clapped for them belatedly in a daze.
The girls packed up a lot faster than they set up. Yukwon was starting on his third bottle of beer by the time they sat down around him.
Yukwon nearly choked when Jinri plopped down beside him, grabbing a bottle from the ice bucket in the middle of the table. While he thought she looked sweet from a distance, up close she was almost as intimidating as Krystal. She laughed at a sarcastic crack by said friend, who was on her other side. Taeil sat down with them again with two other guys, and Jinyoung and his band left to set up.
No one paid attention to Yukwon for at least eight minutes, up until Jinri sat back against the cushion and finally turned her head towards him. Yukwon looked up from his phone, which he was using to text Minhyuk about the cutest girl ever that was beside him right now. He set it face down against his leg (real subtle, he thought) and smiled at her guiltily.
“Hm, are you new here?” she asked him, eyes narrowed. She tilted her head slightly and he thought it was probably the most adorable he has ever seen a grown girl be.
Yukwon nodded. “Yeah. I’m a friend of Taeil’s, he invited me.”
“Oh, Taeil oppa,” she said with a grin. She turned more towards Yukwon, and he gave himself a mental pat on the back for the good conversation starter. “He’s so cute, I just want to hug him sometimes. He’s such a good singer, too.”
“Yeah, I know, he’s been singing since we were kids, I swear,” he replied. It was times like these when he was jealous of Taeil, who was a hit for being so adorable. (He could be cute too, he swears.) “I’m Yukwon, by the way.”
“Jinri.” He hoped he wasn’t mistaken when he saw the interested glint in her eyes. “So, how do you know Taeil anyway?”
“We’ve been neighbors for as long as I remember. Playmates and stuff.”
“Cute.” It was probably one of Jinri’s favorite words. “So do you sing like he does?”
“Not as well as he does,” he admitted. Jinri scrunched up her nose and laughed. His breath caught in his throat.
“He’s hard to beat,” she said. “But I’m sure you’re fine. You look like you can sing.”
He laughed. “I look it?”
“Yeah. I don’t know. You have this…face.”
“Uh, thanks I guess,” he said, a hesitant smile on his lips. After a moment, he asked, “Do you?”
She sipped her beer and smiled. “Only in the shower.”
“I think it’s cool that you play though,” he said.
“Yeah…” she trailed off, then looked at him haughtily. “I think so too.”
They laughed and made some more small talk, mostly about music and just a bit about school. He learned that she was two years younger than he was and studying in a neighboring university. She was friends with his friend Jiho through an amateur dancing class they took together and that they both ditched after a few sessions. She liked dancing but only for fun. She only liked doing anything for fun. She was barely passing her classes. She liked being photographed and filmed. She was a lazy dresser.
She brushed her hair back with her fingers a lot, and pursed her lips when she felt like it. She laughed at stupid knock-knock jokes. She had scars on her knees from her childhood and she let Yukwon touch them.
By the time she had four beers, her arm was slung around his shoulders and she was lolling her head and giggling a lot. He was red in the face and was sort of alarmed at how fast the alcohol got to her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned. She nodded and giggled some more.
“I’m aaalright!” she said with a flick of her hand, her grin so wide it looked like her face was going to split into two. “I’m just kind of happy.”
She put her head on his shoulder and laughed, and while he hoped she was actually fine and not too dizzy, Yukwon was okay with this. He was more than okay with this.
Sadly, though, Amber had pulled on her arm by then, her mouth twitching between a smirk and an annoyed frown. Apparently it’s been an hour or two since they started talking. “Jinri, we’ve got to go, you have an exam tomorrow,” she said as she tapped her friend’s arm repeatedly. Jinri groaned and shook her off.
“Yukwon, can you help me up?” she said with closed eyes, her balance entirely dependent on his. Yukwon flushed and gripped her shoulder, pulling her up gently. By the time they were up, their arms were interlaced in a loose hug. She giggled and tightened the hug for a split second. “Thanks Yukwon, see you around,” she said into his ear. He felt her pat his butt before giggling and being pulled away by Amber.
His face was hot and he couldn’t really believe what happened. He was dazed and confused as he sat back down, Taeil’s laughter greeting him as he did.
“In my defense,” Yukwon stuttered, hoping his face wasn’t so obviously bright pink in the dim warm lights of the bar, “she had incredibly low tolerance.”
“Dude, Jinri never gets drunk,” he replied with stilted guffawing. “She can chug four bottles of soju down and still do algebra. No kidding. Tried and tested.”
Yukwon furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “But she was all - you know - giggly and stuff -“
Taeil just laughed, tipping his head back to drink more beer. He looked beside at Taeil’s nameless friend beside him, bewildered. The shady looking guy patted his pocket with a smug look on his face.
Yukwon was puzzled at first, but then he shoved his hand into his own pocket and found a small piece of paper there, tucked in and waiting, containing eleven digits surrounded by lipstick hearts.
He laughed and thought, cute.
a/n: lol this was so lazy but this was like purely self-indulgent so!!! yeah. lol IDK THIS IS SO LAZY DON'T H8 ME
also this i like a continuation of my f(x) girl band au ok
follow me on twitter @fatpillows