Sooyoung Drabbles;;
DRABBLES;; PG
A collection of Sooyoung + boys drabbles. Because I find her kind of fun and totally shippable with like, anyone. Haha 4 Super Junior boys, and I threw in a little Minho too. You know, CUZ SHE'S A PIMP. ;)
Sticky Rice-Cake Kisses;; (Sooyoung/Kyuhyun)
"I've never been kissed," she announces loudly. Her voice echoes in the empty lounge and Kyuhyun looks up at her unbelievingly, pushing aside the assorted rice cakes that had been sitting in his lap like a precious belonging.
"What? You're lying. I can tell, your voice goes up a couple of octaves higher when you try to lie." He shoves a grape jelly filled rice cake into his mouth, cautiously making sure not to break eye-contact with Sooyoung. An inch of a smirk befalls on her face and she leans back into the sofa calmly, trying to put on an innocent voice that doesn't sound like Sunny's curl-worthy aegyo.
"I'm not lying. It's the truth. No one has ever tried to kiss me."
"Shut up and eat your rice cake." Kyuhyun pointedley fingers to the remainder of what's left in Sooyoung's hand and she lifts it into her mouth preciousously, licking the jelly off her fingers and smacking her lips obnoxiously when she's all finished.
"See that's why no one wants to kiss you. That's not cute."
Sooyoung sticks her tongue out at the forever pale, forever snarky kid sitting across from her. He's past the point of intrigue though and he slides close to her on the sofa.
"Are you really telling the truth though? Like for real, for real?" He asks slowly. Sooyoung nods even slower in response, making sure to keep her eyes big, doe-eyed and sorrowful like real girls do.
"Okay, then." Kyuhyun hastily answers back and before Sooyoung knows it, he's slid all the way up to her on the pleathery sofa, placing his hands awkwardly on the back of her head, leaning into her before she has the time to respond and say no if she wanted to.
He places his lips softly against hers, pausing for a brief moment before gently brushing against as he turns his head, opening her lips with little force. She tilts her head the opposite way, creating an enjoyable friction as she leans back into the kiss, letting her lips suckle into his slightly chapped ones. Sooyoung can taste the grape jelly that has stuck on Kyuhyun's lips and tongue, and can smell the lingering scent everytime he exhales. The kiss is sticky and slow and a nice pattern is created as they reciprocate the action back and forth, before Kyuhyun forces his lips against her bottom lips, sweetly sucking on to them before pulling away.
He raises an eyebrow at her as he scoots farther down the sofa again, side-eying her entirely, cautiously, and judgingly. As if there was any other way.
"You - uh, you sure you've never been kissed before, because - uh," His voice gets caught in his own sentence and he befuddles around, scratching his head in confusion.
Okay, so she lied. Of course she's been kissed before and usually she was the one initiating the kissing. But she's never kissed Kyuhyun before, so she doesn't think she's in the league of Pinocchio for the day.
He clears his throat after a moment, before trying to speak again.
"Well, uh-so how was it?"
"I think that my rice cake tasted infinitely better than yours."
Kyuhyun throws a pillow at her face and Sooyoung can't resist laughing into oblivion.
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The English Encyclopedia;; (Sooyoung/Henry)
"Henry, teach me english!" Sooyoung whines one day to Henry after a tedious company meeting finishes. They walk into the hallway with the rest of their family and Henry lets out a hearty chuckle.
"What exactly do you want me to teach you? I wouldn't know where to start."
Sooyoung stops walking abruptly and Henry bounces back, stopping with her, not really sure why. When he's face to face with her, she looks down at his arm faking a shy expression while lustfully sneaking her fingers up the entirety of his arm from his limp hand up to his tense shoulder. Henry lets out a stifled cough, the expression on his face absoutely mortified.
"I want you to teach me pick up lines!" She yells, doing her best imitation of a western cheerleader. This would work better if she was blonde like Jessica or the likes of, because now her voice is just, loud. Henry relaxes his face a little, feeling a little wry at her request.
"The only pick up lines I know are kind of dirty. I probably shouldn't teach you them...who do you want to use them on anyway?"
Sooyoung doesn't answer his question and only nods eagerly, snaking her other hand against his other arm. Cough, cough and sputter.
"Come on, teach me! I want to learn how to hit on someone in English."
"Okay, okay fine. Repeat after me okay? No questions asked."
She nods again, happily so, ready to follow his instructions.
"Hey.baby.you.get.those.jeans.for.sale?" Henry talks slowly, enunciating every word slowly in English, eyes open wide at Sooyoung making sure she's following. "Because.at.my.house.they're.100.percent.off." He finishes.
"You get all of that?" Henry asks, kind of happy she probably doesn't really understand what he has just said.
"Yeah, I'm a fast learner."
"Okay, well and then after you say all of that, feel free to slap whoever's ass it is you are trying to hit on for the full effect okay?"
"Okay. Thanks."
"No problem, Sooyoung-ie." He smiles and starts to turn away, when Sooyoung grabs his shoulders back and he looks on with her in that constant confusion of his. "Yeah? You want me to repeat it again?"
"Hey, baby-" She starts off quickly with the easy part before slowing down again. "You got -jeans? Sell? Be-CAWS my home they one hundred. OFF!" She pronounces everything at the wrong part and gets screechy by the end but Henry has no time to correct her because she's smacking his butt with both of her hands crawling around his back and she has the most mischievous smile on her face.
Henry coughs again, choking on his own saliva.
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A Racecar Named Victory;; (Sooyoung/Minho)
The two of them were the last ones left on the grass, everyone else in the company picnic miles away heading in for shade and sanctuary. But Sooyoung and Minho had gotten caught up in a tedious albeit silly soccer match and had snapped back into reality a little too late to catch up with the rest. Minho bounced the soccer against his knee at a steady pace as they walked back, but the complacent look on his face was bothering Sooyoung. She hadn't lost THAT badly. 20-7 was only because she had lost all her stamina from all the ramen she had shoved down her throat earlier.
"Yah, Minho. I bet you that last water bottle that I can run faster than you."
"You serious? Noona, I am part of Dream Team,"
"So? Are you willing to take the challenge?"
"No, noona. I can't race a girl-even you."
"Yah, Choi Minho. You sound scared out of your mind. You don't want to lose to me?"
Minho stopped bouncing the ball, halting in his steps eyeing Sooyoung from leg up, comtemplating retaliation. She stopped walking to face his shrewd behavior.
"Look, you're just going to lose and I'd rather not you make me to be some superior asshole when it happens. You know, kind of like how you did three seconds ago when I pummeled your butt in soccer."
Sooyoung scoffs at his words, but more so that Minho actually strung a sentence full of words rather than five grunts like he usually did the few times they talked.
"I can win fair and square as long as you don't 'LET' me win." Sooyoung chided and before Minho could open his mouth she skipped several yards ahead, placing the water bottle down on the ground at a decidedley good spot before frolicking back towards Minho again. His look was a pile of puzzlement and she was enjoying it.
"Okay, so where's the starting line?"
"Atta, boy." Sooyoung smiled, drawing an invisible line onto the ground in front of them. "But I get to start from here, okay?" Sooyoung shifted a couple, no, several feet forward pouncing into a running position, smiling back at Minho. His look of determination to win was replaced by a frown.
"I thought you said you wanted to win fair and square. That," he said pointing to the obvious gap between them, "is cheating."
"It's not cheating! I'm a girl and you are a boy."
"So?"
"I can't run as fast as you."
"Then what's the point of this race?"
"Ugh, Minho." She pouted but Minho's stony face wasn't budging. Regretfully she walked back towards him, stopping right in front of him before turning around. "Happy?"
"Yeah, better. Now stand beside me and let's race." He muttered, but Sooyoung was barely paying attention as a clever idea burned into her head. She turned her head loftily back over her shoulder to look at Minho, giving him an ample wink that took him by surprise. Knowing she had his attention, she snapped her body over, bending so far that she could reach her toes with her hands, her perky, little bum sticking in the air, not too far from Minho's reach. She prayed the sun was glistening off her legs in the right way, turning once again to make sure Minho was paying attention. And boy, was he.
Before he could catch a blink Sooyoung winked at him again, distracting him perfectly so she could make a dash for it and grab that last water bottle in a flash. She cheered behind the invisible victory line, opening the water bottle and quenching her victory thirst by downing the bottle in one go, and quite messily so, head up to the sun, letting the drops that missed her mouth fall on to her clothes carelessly.
When she finally finished the last drop, soaked in water and sweat and happiness she looked around for Minho, ready to rub the victory in his face. She finally found him.
He was still at the starting line, looking at her with mouth gaped open, dumbfounded written all over his face.
Score one for Sooyoung, zero for Minho.
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Beautiful Family, Incestuous Bromance;; (Sooyoung/Siwon)
Everyone always tells them they are the good looking Choi family, siblings without being siblings, the picture-esque models in the company, so good looking together it's kind of blinding in a don't look directly at or you will regret it kind of way. But they never get paired up in photoshoots, in music videos or in meaningless netizen polls online, and she kind of wonders what's the deal because all talk and no action just makes no plum sense.
She asks him sitting across him in the lunch room, curious as to what is thoughts are on the pressing matter.
"So what's the deal oppa? Is everyone just lying to our faces or are we really that repulsive together?"
Siwon stops chewing on his Americano-style sandwich for a good second, going into a long thought process about this.
"I don't know know Sooyoung. I never really thought about it before. Wow."
"Well, just saying. If we did do anything together, we could probably take the company, - no, the world by storm. Yes, the whole world."
"I guess, if God really destined that to be our fate, we could be good at whatever was thrown into us." Siwon says seriously, and Sooyoung agrees in silence. Siwon breaks out into a dimply grin, "Besides, we Chois are number one! Number one!" He chants, dropping his sandwich onto his plate and fist pumping in the air before leaning over and giving Sooyoung a rough pat on the back.
Sooyoung frowns immediately, not appreciating the way Siwon treats her like a bro, a hyung at times almost. She knows she's kind of earned the rep and title of being a bro with all the boys after she single handedly beats five of them in a row in a burping contest, but still. She is a girl and she has the legs that go on for miles to prove it.
She bats her eyelashes at him repeatedley when he sits back down across from her, and Siwon's not sure how to respond as his eyes pull out of his sockets almost. She bites her bottom lip suggestively, trailing her right pump up against one of his legs underneath the lunch table. She lets it linger there for a second but when Siwon's eyes bulge out even more she sighs in frustration and gets up to leave the table before looking down at him.
"You know, I am a girl too oppa. Just so you know."
She turns around again but in the blink of an eye Siwon is somehow on her side of the table, giving her an apologetic hand gesture while blocking her path.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry Choi, really."
She sighs, but kind of enjoys the way his hands are overly gesturely and she saves the gesture in her head to mock later when Siwon suddenly pulls her to him, into a soul crushing hug, the kind that's a little more rough than sweet. But she likes it anyway, the way her head is pulled automatically into the crevice of his neck and shoulder, the way she has to lean up a little to get the full effect because he's nice and tall and not short like most of the other guys she's ever hugged, and how his arms are hugging her like she's his brother but then he realizes what he's doing and he strings his arms a little looser, softly rubbing her back with the palms of his strong, massive hands.
The killer is when he nuzzles his head back into the crevice of her own shoulder on the other side, divulging a little more so that he's surrounded by her short, luscious lucks and she's sure he's inhaling the sweet orange scent of her shampoo from that morning as he lets out a long breathy exhale into the crook of her neck.
"I mean, I'm sorry Sooyoung."
Maybe he knew she was a girl after all.
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Extensions, Me, Mine;; (Sooyoung/Sungmin)
It's not fair that all the other girls were allowed to get extensions after a couple of months of stylists chopping off their hair for comebacks sporadically. Sooyoung was always the one forbidden from having permission to magically grown hair overnight. They told her the short hair was part of her image, part of her charm.
But she had gotten sick of her image, her charm after five months. She didn't want to look like a boy anymore. She watched foronly on the opposite side of the make-up room as Luna got extensions weaved into the bottom of her yellow piss blonde hair. Sooyoung's stylists never allowed her to go blonde like she had wanted either and she wanted it so bad because she had heard it drove all the boys wild, reminding them of those crazy Hollywood girls. She wanted to drive boys wild too.
Sungmin entered the room, peeking in first hapharzerdly in case any of the girls were half-dressed. It was polite of him because most of the other boys would just walk in, always hoping to see the girls naked "accidentally." Kangin was always fond of this little habit, she mused sadly before noticing Sungmin was walking towards Luna's direction, hand carrying a cart of coffees in tow.
Luna looked up to her side at Sungmin happily, her eyes creasing into a grateful expression as he handed her a cup of coffee. Sooyoung put her magazine down, crossing her arms in resentment at the fact that she was getting treated like cold turkey on this side of the room. It hadn't been that long ago when Sungmin had actively looked for her first in any room, had engaged that kind of sweet smile and behavoir reserved for her before paying attention to any other girl.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, concerned and sweetly his voice full of that natural aegyo he just carried. Luna shook her head, still smiling like the mary-full-of-sunshine she always was.
"Not really, I'm kind of used to the pain."
"Well, if you ever need a hair massage, you know where to find your oppa." Sungmin smiled sweetly at his dongsaeng again, before reaching over and pulling a few fingers into Luna's hair that wouldn't get into the hairdressers way. Sooyoung felt herself recoil at the action. She had always thought Sungmin's overly-abused aegyo was cute and sweet and all kinds of flaily adorable but suddenly she understood why her other Super Junior oppas always talked about how they abhorred it.
Still, she felt sad at the prospect that the aegyo wasn't for her. Sooyoung wrapped a finger around her own short locks, immediately feeling spiteful again that her hair wasn't inherently long and silky enough to hide behind anymore. She wrapped a huge chunk of hair around her finger before reazliing that Sungmin was now directly on the other side of her tresses, leaning down in a grown up way of saying 'peek-a-boo.' Sooyoung flushed a little at her ignorance, and even a little more when Sungmin silently handed her a coffee and she took a sip, noting he had put three creams and two sugars just the way she had always liked it. And he had remembered. He took the seat beside her, saying nothing but looking across the room to where Sooyoung had just been staring at, simply where Luna was still getting her extensions in.
The momentary warm feeling Sooyoung had felt in her stomach from the coffee drained in an instant.
"I miss having long hair," She let slip out, hand covering her mouth a little too late. Sungmin's face was strangely close to her now and she felt that blush creep out again.
"What? Why?"
"Because i'm ugly without it. I look like a boy with short hair. I want to have long hair like a girl should."
"You don't look ugly. Where'd you get that idea?" Sungmin sounded pained and heartbroken, or so Sooyoung liked to imagine.
"Well, don't boys like when girls have long hair to run their fingers in? You know, pretty hair. Like Luna's." Sooyoung pointed towards Luna's general direction trying not to actually look that way. Sungmin was frowning, leaning even closer towards Sooyoung. Her breath hitched a teensy, tiny bit.
Somehow, Sungmin's hands had ended up in Sooyoung's short mess of a hair and he was wrapping her tresses around his fingers like she had been earlier, except this way was a bit more romantic.
"That's fake hair. I like running my fingers in your hair anyway,." He tugged a little at her locks and she winced. "Always have." He tugged a little harder, a little more playfully this time. She pulled back, kind of unhappy at the way their romantic entanglement was starting to go sour.
"Oppa," she muttered sadly.
"Besides, hair's all relative when it's the person you've got to like first." The frown on Sungmin's face had turned into a perpendicular cheesefest as he expertly reached forward, taking Sooyoung's hand into his lap, intertwining their fingers tightly with a firm grip, keeping them like that, throwing Sooyoung off kilter.
"Oppa," she started again with more shock. They weren't the only ones in the room, in fact they were in a crowd of staff and family alike. But no one was really paying attention to their meaningful hand holding and Sooyoung kind of liked the thrill of engaging in something so pure and meaningful in public. She relaxed her hand into Sungmin's, smiling into his own smile, and when she realized that their romantic hand statement was in his lap dangerously close to whatever Sungmin was smiling for, Sooyoung felt that blush creep against her cheeks again. Too bad she didn't have long locks to hide behind this time.
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A collection of Sooyoung + boys drabbles. Because I find her kind of fun and totally shippable with like, anyone. Haha 4 Super Junior boys, and I threw in a little Minho too. You know, CUZ SHE'S A PIMP. ;)
Sticky Rice-Cake Kisses;; (Sooyoung/Kyuhyun)
"I've never been kissed," she announces loudly. Her voice echoes in the empty lounge and Kyuhyun looks up at her unbelievingly, pushing aside the assorted rice cakes that had been sitting in his lap like a precious belonging.
"What? You're lying. I can tell, your voice goes up a couple of octaves higher when you try to lie." He shoves a grape jelly filled rice cake into his mouth, cautiously making sure not to break eye-contact with Sooyoung. An inch of a smirk befalls on her face and she leans back into the sofa calmly, trying to put on an innocent voice that doesn't sound like Sunny's curl-worthy aegyo.
"I'm not lying. It's the truth. No one has ever tried to kiss me."
"Shut up and eat your rice cake." Kyuhyun pointedley fingers to the remainder of what's left in Sooyoung's hand and she lifts it into her mouth preciousously, licking the jelly off her fingers and smacking her lips obnoxiously when she's all finished.
"See that's why no one wants to kiss you. That's not cute."
Sooyoung sticks her tongue out at the forever pale, forever snarky kid sitting across from her. He's past the point of intrigue though and he slides close to her on the sofa.
"Are you really telling the truth though? Like for real, for real?" He asks slowly. Sooyoung nods even slower in response, making sure to keep her eyes big, doe-eyed and sorrowful like real girls do.
"Okay, then." Kyuhyun hastily answers back and before Sooyoung knows it, he's slid all the way up to her on the pleathery sofa, placing his hands awkwardly on the back of her head, leaning into her before she has the time to respond and say no if she wanted to.
He places his lips softly against hers, pausing for a brief moment before gently brushing against as he turns his head, opening her lips with little force. She tilts her head the opposite way, creating an enjoyable friction as she leans back into the kiss, letting her lips suckle into his slightly chapped ones. Sooyoung can taste the grape jelly that has stuck on Kyuhyun's lips and tongue, and can smell the lingering scent everytime he exhales. The kiss is sticky and slow and a nice pattern is created as they reciprocate the action back and forth, before Kyuhyun forces his lips against her bottom lips, sweetly sucking on to them before pulling away.
He raises an eyebrow at her as he scoots farther down the sofa again, side-eying her entirely, cautiously, and judgingly. As if there was any other way.
"You - uh, you sure you've never been kissed before, because - uh," His voice gets caught in his own sentence and he befuddles around, scratching his head in confusion.
Okay, so she lied. Of course she's been kissed before and usually she was the one initiating the kissing. But she's never kissed Kyuhyun before, so she doesn't think she's in the league of Pinocchio for the day.
He clears his throat after a moment, before trying to speak again.
"Well, uh-so how was it?"
"I think that my rice cake tasted infinitely better than yours."
Kyuhyun throws a pillow at her face and Sooyoung can't resist laughing into oblivion.
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The English Encyclopedia;; (Sooyoung/Henry)
"Henry, teach me english!" Sooyoung whines one day to Henry after a tedious company meeting finishes. They walk into the hallway with the rest of their family and Henry lets out a hearty chuckle.
"What exactly do you want me to teach you? I wouldn't know where to start."
Sooyoung stops walking abruptly and Henry bounces back, stopping with her, not really sure why. When he's face to face with her, she looks down at his arm faking a shy expression while lustfully sneaking her fingers up the entirety of his arm from his limp hand up to his tense shoulder. Henry lets out a stifled cough, the expression on his face absoutely mortified.
"I want you to teach me pick up lines!" She yells, doing her best imitation of a western cheerleader. This would work better if she was blonde like Jessica or the likes of, because now her voice is just, loud. Henry relaxes his face a little, feeling a little wry at her request.
"The only pick up lines I know are kind of dirty. I probably shouldn't teach you them...who do you want to use them on anyway?"
Sooyoung doesn't answer his question and only nods eagerly, snaking her other hand against his other arm. Cough, cough and sputter.
"Come on, teach me! I want to learn how to hit on someone in English."
"Okay, okay fine. Repeat after me okay? No questions asked."
She nods again, happily so, ready to follow his instructions.
"Hey.baby.you.get.those.jeans.for.sale?" Henry talks slowly, enunciating every word slowly in English, eyes open wide at Sooyoung making sure she's following. "Because.at.my.house.they're.100.percent.off." He finishes.
"You get all of that?" Henry asks, kind of happy she probably doesn't really understand what he has just said.
"Yeah, I'm a fast learner."
"Okay, well and then after you say all of that, feel free to slap whoever's ass it is you are trying to hit on for the full effect okay?"
"Okay. Thanks."
"No problem, Sooyoung-ie." He smiles and starts to turn away, when Sooyoung grabs his shoulders back and he looks on with her in that constant confusion of his. "Yeah? You want me to repeat it again?"
"Hey, baby-" She starts off quickly with the easy part before slowing down again. "You got -jeans? Sell? Be-CAWS my home they one hundred. OFF!" She pronounces everything at the wrong part and gets screechy by the end but Henry has no time to correct her because she's smacking his butt with both of her hands crawling around his back and she has the most mischievous smile on her face.
Henry coughs again, choking on his own saliva.
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A Racecar Named Victory;; (Sooyoung/Minho)
The two of them were the last ones left on the grass, everyone else in the company picnic miles away heading in for shade and sanctuary. But Sooyoung and Minho had gotten caught up in a tedious albeit silly soccer match and had snapped back into reality a little too late to catch up with the rest. Minho bounced the soccer against his knee at a steady pace as they walked back, but the complacent look on his face was bothering Sooyoung. She hadn't lost THAT badly. 20-7 was only because she had lost all her stamina from all the ramen she had shoved down her throat earlier.
"Yah, Minho. I bet you that last water bottle that I can run faster than you."
"You serious? Noona, I am part of Dream Team,"
"So? Are you willing to take the challenge?"
"No, noona. I can't race a girl-even you."
"Yah, Choi Minho. You sound scared out of your mind. You don't want to lose to me?"
Minho stopped bouncing the ball, halting in his steps eyeing Sooyoung from leg up, comtemplating retaliation. She stopped walking to face his shrewd behavior.
"Look, you're just going to lose and I'd rather not you make me to be some superior asshole when it happens. You know, kind of like how you did three seconds ago when I pummeled your butt in soccer."
Sooyoung scoffs at his words, but more so that Minho actually strung a sentence full of words rather than five grunts like he usually did the few times they talked.
"I can win fair and square as long as you don't 'LET' me win." Sooyoung chided and before Minho could open his mouth she skipped several yards ahead, placing the water bottle down on the ground at a decidedley good spot before frolicking back towards Minho again. His look was a pile of puzzlement and she was enjoying it.
"Okay, so where's the starting line?"
"Atta, boy." Sooyoung smiled, drawing an invisible line onto the ground in front of them. "But I get to start from here, okay?" Sooyoung shifted a couple, no, several feet forward pouncing into a running position, smiling back at Minho. His look of determination to win was replaced by a frown.
"I thought you said you wanted to win fair and square. That," he said pointing to the obvious gap between them, "is cheating."
"It's not cheating! I'm a girl and you are a boy."
"So?"
"I can't run as fast as you."
"Then what's the point of this race?"
"Ugh, Minho." She pouted but Minho's stony face wasn't budging. Regretfully she walked back towards him, stopping right in front of him before turning around. "Happy?"
"Yeah, better. Now stand beside me and let's race." He muttered, but Sooyoung was barely paying attention as a clever idea burned into her head. She turned her head loftily back over her shoulder to look at Minho, giving him an ample wink that took him by surprise. Knowing she had his attention, she snapped her body over, bending so far that she could reach her toes with her hands, her perky, little bum sticking in the air, not too far from Minho's reach. She prayed the sun was glistening off her legs in the right way, turning once again to make sure Minho was paying attention. And boy, was he.
Before he could catch a blink Sooyoung winked at him again, distracting him perfectly so she could make a dash for it and grab that last water bottle in a flash. She cheered behind the invisible victory line, opening the water bottle and quenching her victory thirst by downing the bottle in one go, and quite messily so, head up to the sun, letting the drops that missed her mouth fall on to her clothes carelessly.
When she finally finished the last drop, soaked in water and sweat and happiness she looked around for Minho, ready to rub the victory in his face. She finally found him.
He was still at the starting line, looking at her with mouth gaped open, dumbfounded written all over his face.
Score one for Sooyoung, zero for Minho.
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Beautiful Family, Incestuous Bromance;; (Sooyoung/Siwon)
Everyone always tells them they are the good looking Choi family, siblings without being siblings, the picture-esque models in the company, so good looking together it's kind of blinding in a don't look directly at or you will regret it kind of way. But they never get paired up in photoshoots, in music videos or in meaningless netizen polls online, and she kind of wonders what's the deal because all talk and no action just makes no plum sense.
She asks him sitting across him in the lunch room, curious as to what is thoughts are on the pressing matter.
"So what's the deal oppa? Is everyone just lying to our faces or are we really that repulsive together?"
Siwon stops chewing on his Americano-style sandwich for a good second, going into a long thought process about this.
"I don't know know Sooyoung. I never really thought about it before. Wow."
"Well, just saying. If we did do anything together, we could probably take the company, - no, the world by storm. Yes, the whole world."
"I guess, if God really destined that to be our fate, we could be good at whatever was thrown into us." Siwon says seriously, and Sooyoung agrees in silence. Siwon breaks out into a dimply grin, "Besides, we Chois are number one! Number one!" He chants, dropping his sandwich onto his plate and fist pumping in the air before leaning over and giving Sooyoung a rough pat on the back.
Sooyoung frowns immediately, not appreciating the way Siwon treats her like a bro, a hyung at times almost. She knows she's kind of earned the rep and title of being a bro with all the boys after she single handedly beats five of them in a row in a burping contest, but still. She is a girl and she has the legs that go on for miles to prove it.
She bats her eyelashes at him repeatedley when he sits back down across from her, and Siwon's not sure how to respond as his eyes pull out of his sockets almost. She bites her bottom lip suggestively, trailing her right pump up against one of his legs underneath the lunch table. She lets it linger there for a second but when Siwon's eyes bulge out even more she sighs in frustration and gets up to leave the table before looking down at him.
"You know, I am a girl too oppa. Just so you know."
She turns around again but in the blink of an eye Siwon is somehow on her side of the table, giving her an apologetic hand gesture while blocking her path.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry Choi, really."
She sighs, but kind of enjoys the way his hands are overly gesturely and she saves the gesture in her head to mock later when Siwon suddenly pulls her to him, into a soul crushing hug, the kind that's a little more rough than sweet. But she likes it anyway, the way her head is pulled automatically into the crevice of his neck and shoulder, the way she has to lean up a little to get the full effect because he's nice and tall and not short like most of the other guys she's ever hugged, and how his arms are hugging her like she's his brother but then he realizes what he's doing and he strings his arms a little looser, softly rubbing her back with the palms of his strong, massive hands.
The killer is when he nuzzles his head back into the crevice of her own shoulder on the other side, divulging a little more so that he's surrounded by her short, luscious lucks and she's sure he's inhaling the sweet orange scent of her shampoo from that morning as he lets out a long breathy exhale into the crook of her neck.
"I mean, I'm sorry Sooyoung."
Maybe he knew she was a girl after all.
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Extensions, Me, Mine;; (Sooyoung/Sungmin)
It's not fair that all the other girls were allowed to get extensions after a couple of months of stylists chopping off their hair for comebacks sporadically. Sooyoung was always the one forbidden from having permission to magically grown hair overnight. They told her the short hair was part of her image, part of her charm.
But she had gotten sick of her image, her charm after five months. She didn't want to look like a boy anymore. She watched foronly on the opposite side of the make-up room as Luna got extensions weaved into the bottom of her yellow piss blonde hair. Sooyoung's stylists never allowed her to go blonde like she had wanted either and she wanted it so bad because she had heard it drove all the boys wild, reminding them of those crazy Hollywood girls. She wanted to drive boys wild too.
Sungmin entered the room, peeking in first hapharzerdly in case any of the girls were half-dressed. It was polite of him because most of the other boys would just walk in, always hoping to see the girls naked "accidentally." Kangin was always fond of this little habit, she mused sadly before noticing Sungmin was walking towards Luna's direction, hand carrying a cart of coffees in tow.
Luna looked up to her side at Sungmin happily, her eyes creasing into a grateful expression as he handed her a cup of coffee. Sooyoung put her magazine down, crossing her arms in resentment at the fact that she was getting treated like cold turkey on this side of the room. It hadn't been that long ago when Sungmin had actively looked for her first in any room, had engaged that kind of sweet smile and behavoir reserved for her before paying attention to any other girl.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, concerned and sweetly his voice full of that natural aegyo he just carried. Luna shook her head, still smiling like the mary-full-of-sunshine she always was.
"Not really, I'm kind of used to the pain."
"Well, if you ever need a hair massage, you know where to find your oppa." Sungmin smiled sweetly at his dongsaeng again, before reaching over and pulling a few fingers into Luna's hair that wouldn't get into the hairdressers way. Sooyoung felt herself recoil at the action. She had always thought Sungmin's overly-abused aegyo was cute and sweet and all kinds of flaily adorable but suddenly she understood why her other Super Junior oppas always talked about how they abhorred it.
Still, she felt sad at the prospect that the aegyo wasn't for her. Sooyoung wrapped a finger around her own short locks, immediately feeling spiteful again that her hair wasn't inherently long and silky enough to hide behind anymore. She wrapped a huge chunk of hair around her finger before reazliing that Sungmin was now directly on the other side of her tresses, leaning down in a grown up way of saying 'peek-a-boo.' Sooyoung flushed a little at her ignorance, and even a little more when Sungmin silently handed her a coffee and she took a sip, noting he had put three creams and two sugars just the way she had always liked it. And he had remembered. He took the seat beside her, saying nothing but looking across the room to where Sooyoung had just been staring at, simply where Luna was still getting her extensions in.
The momentary warm feeling Sooyoung had felt in her stomach from the coffee drained in an instant.
"I miss having long hair," She let slip out, hand covering her mouth a little too late. Sungmin's face was strangely close to her now and she felt that blush creep out again.
"What? Why?"
"Because i'm ugly without it. I look like a boy with short hair. I want to have long hair like a girl should."
"You don't look ugly. Where'd you get that idea?" Sungmin sounded pained and heartbroken, or so Sooyoung liked to imagine.
"Well, don't boys like when girls have long hair to run their fingers in? You know, pretty hair. Like Luna's." Sooyoung pointed towards Luna's general direction trying not to actually look that way. Sungmin was frowning, leaning even closer towards Sooyoung. Her breath hitched a teensy, tiny bit.
Somehow, Sungmin's hands had ended up in Sooyoung's short mess of a hair and he was wrapping her tresses around his fingers like she had been earlier, except this way was a bit more romantic.
"That's fake hair. I like running my fingers in your hair anyway,." He tugged a little at her locks and she winced. "Always have." He tugged a little harder, a little more playfully this time. She pulled back, kind of unhappy at the way their romantic entanglement was starting to go sour.
"Oppa," she muttered sadly.
"Besides, hair's all relative when it's the person you've got to like first." The frown on Sungmin's face had turned into a perpendicular cheesefest as he expertly reached forward, taking Sooyoung's hand into his lap, intertwining their fingers tightly with a firm grip, keeping them like that, throwing Sooyoung off kilter.
"Oppa," she started again with more shock. They weren't the only ones in the room, in fact they were in a crowd of staff and family alike. But no one was really paying attention to their meaningful hand holding and Sooyoung kind of liked the thrill of engaging in something so pure and meaningful in public. She relaxed her hand into Sungmin's, smiling into his own smile, and when she realized that their romantic hand statement was in his lap dangerously close to whatever Sungmin was smiling for, Sooyoung felt that blush creep against her cheeks again. Too bad she didn't have long locks to hide behind this time.
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