kacts fills dump - part one
miss a - fei/min
bad girls (sorta, not really)
There's nothing like being thirty minutes late to homeroom and though Min is all confidence when slipping through the school gates, she's just a little nervous. She stomps into class with a chic expression pasted on her face just as Mr. Park finishes collecting homework.
Everyone stares.
There are some flecks of dirt on her Doc Martens so she bends down like a folder to brush them off. A few of the boys in her class scramble to get a view of her underwear and Min smirks. Mr. Park's disapproving glare gets deeper but Min pays no mind as she stalks down the aisle like a runway model and plops into her chair. She can see a mixture of fear and envy in the other girls' eyes, but Min doesn't care. There's one set of eyes that are missing anyway.
***
The girls who sit in front of her whisper something like: "you empty...garbage and... since the class rep isn't here..."
So Min leans over and asks, "What do you mean the class rep isn't here?" in a loud voice that interrupts Mr. Park's lecture on integrals.
Mr. Park turns, dry erase marker in mid-air, and raises a brow at Min.
"If you must talk in class, why don't you talk at the headmaster's office?"
There's a giggle and Min looks pointedly at the two girls sitting in front of her. Mr. Park sighs. And, in the end, the two girls plus Min get sent to the headmaster's office for talking in class.
Min skips down the hall. It had been stuffy in that classroom anyway. She ignores the dirty looks being thrown at her by the two girls skulking behind her. And on the way, as Min passes the infirmary, Min spies a familiar set of black slippers and a stunning shade of brown hair.
"See you girls never" says Min, sticking out her tongue. And though the two girls protest, Min walks into the infirmary and closes the door firmly behind her.
***
"Hello?" says Min in a faux-polite voice.
But in the seconds that follow, all she can see is Fei's sleeping face and a sign that says: "Out for Lunch". Nevermind that it's only ten thirty. And nevermind that Fei, the class rep is playing Sleeping Nerdy with her glasses still perched on the bridge of her nose.
Min tip-toes to the edge of the bed and sits. The cot squeaks with her movements and, as Min takes Fei's glasses off her nose, Fei wakes up.
"Nmm. You-"
But Min shuts her up before she can say anything.
Fei's lips are soft and warm from sleep and rest. Min's are puckered and cold from skipping down the hallways. When the tip of Fei's tongue laps the inner edge of Min's upper lip, Min shudders. Melting into Fei's prone form, Min starts to crawl under the blankets too.
Fei stops her right when Min closes her eyes and starts getting too comfortable.
"Not here" says Fei smirking. "What are you doing here anyway?"
Min sits up, too proud to be miffed by the broken kiss.
"And how about you, Ms. Class Representative? Why are you sleeping during class anyway?"
"Were you late again?" Fei asks, adjusting her glasses back onto her face. "Because that act is getting old."
Min scoffs.
"And how about you? Pretending to be good but really being bad? That's a total cliche."
They stare at each other until the corner of Fei's mouth starts to quirk. Min starts laughing first and Fei just smiles like a cat who's had the last canary.
***
The bell rings. And Ms. Kim, the nurse, walks in.
"Min? What are you doing here?"
"I just..."
"She just came to get me Ms. Kim" Fei says, smartly re-adjusting her vest and blazer. "Second period is Chemistry, so."
Fei smiles. And half of Min wishes it wouldn't work so that Fei would never have to smile at anyone else again. But it does. It works like a charm. And Ms. Kim smiles back.
"Of course. Have a nice day, girls."
***
They hold hands behind their backs as they return to the classroom. Amidst the hustle and bustle of changing classrooms, no one really notices.
When they find their seats in Chemistry, Min immediately pretends to go to sleep, head in her arms, sprawled across the lab table. Fei sits perfectly straight and periodically adjusts her glasses, intent on the teacher's lecture. No one really guesses that all Min does is stare at Fei's profile; and no one can tell that Fei scribbles tiny love notes at the corners of her notebook for Min's appreciation.
2ne1: bom-centric
the club
Bom is feeling just a little bit tipsy. No, she has not had any alcoholic beverages, but she's gotten away with sneaking a whole cob of corn under Master Hwang's nose. It makes her feel good and a little buzzed to know that the kernels are safe inside her belly.
So when she knocks on President Yang's door, she's smiling all goofy-like. When President Yang sees this, he frowns.
"What is it?" he asks curtly. "I'm busy."
"I was just...you know, Boss, wondering."
President Yang is this close to rolling his eyes.
"Wondering? Bom, look. Listen. Your voice instructor will be here tomorrow at four. You're other 2NE1 schedules are with one of your managers. Master Hwang asks if you could please show up to the monthly jogs around Ilsan Park once in a while. And don't think for a second that you got away with that corn on the cob with butter smeared all over. Because I saw it and that means I'm telling Master Hwang."
President Yang says this all in, what seems to be, one breath; he doesn't even break the rhythm of the tap tap tap on his computer keyboard. A low toned voice but with catching peeks of a high pitch: it grates on Bom's nerves and she finally wakes up from her dream walk.
"No, no, no Boss Yang. I'm here to ask about our other assignment."
Bom stands up straighter and cocks a brow. Boss Yang stops typing and sighs.
"What did I tell you about speaking about private matters above ground?"
"Not to."
"Well?"
Bom sighs then breaks her perfect posture to slump to one side, standing askew.
"Then may I request a meeting downstairs? A few of us are already assembled."
Boss Yang resumes typing. Bom peeks and it looks like he's writing on his blog.
"You need a written request" Boss Yang deadpans. "Forms are with my secretary. Go."
***
Bom finds Kush joking around with Taeyang on the third floor.
"Give me the forms."
"What forms?" asks Kush. He fakes a sock to Youngbae's stomach. "Are you talking about music sheets? Can you please stop acting all alien 4D and speak normal?"
Bom's mouth twitches and she narrows her eyes.
"I mean the forms for a downstairs meeting. Boss Yang told me to ask you so."
"Damn it" Kush says, finally turning to face Bom. "I told the Boss that I would not be his secretary!"
Bom shrugs and Kush gives her the forms anyway.
"You two should get down there too" Bom tells them. "A couple of us are already down there."
Youngbae smiles an eye-smile that rivals Daesung's.
"Noona" Youngbae says. "You're not acting like yourself today."
Bom just snorts, pen poised over the form, thinking hard.
Youngbae steps in closer as Kush continues to grumble about being forced into acting as Boss Yang's secretary.
"And don't think no one saw about that corn you ate this morning" Youngbae whispers. "I saw youuuu."
Bom rolls her eyes. Had there been anyone who hadn't seen? She turns slightly to ignore him, but then she spies his fingers wiggling dangerously close to her waist.
Whipping her long ponytail around, Bom slaps Youngbae unwittingly in the face.
"Don't you dare Dong Youngbae. If you even try to roll me on the ground, I swear I'll..."
The door clicks open when Bom's in mid-sentence. It's Jinu. He doesn't look so good.
"Boss Yang wants to know if you're done with the forms, Bom. He's ready to go downstairs and he's not happy about you being so slow."
Youngbae snorts into the palm of his hand.
"A-yo!" Jinu yells, self-conscious. "It's not like I'm his messenger boy or anything."
"Right" says Kush. "Hyung, if you're not Prez Yang's lackey then I'm not his secretary."
Bom giggles with a turned head.
"Shit" says Kush.
***
After Bom hands the form over to Jinu, she stalks the halls of the YG building, letting the right people know about the ultra secret meeting downstairs. By the time, Bom's rounded up about three or so people, she remembers that she's left Jiyong and Minji down there for a while. Before she had left, Jiyong had been poking at Minji's hair. And by the way Minji's leg had been twitching, Bom wouldn't be surprised if Jiyong had had a swift kick to the crotch by now.
Bom walks briskly to the stairs. Though the elevator reached all floors above ground, only the stairs led to the secret meeting place. It was a blessing that President Yang was in on this operation. Because if not, Bom would have had to find a new place for meetings as Team Leader of this outfit.
She opens the door, then pretends to ignore the inquiring faces of the people assembled at the table. She walks deliberately to the dry erase board and writes: "OkSaMo Meeting".
She turns dramatically and Dara, who's been waiting there the whole time, claps. She's the only one who does, but Bom pays no mind.
"Everyone" Bom says with a smile. "Welcome to the Oksusu Sarang Moim*, Meeting number fifty eight."
People at the table mumble their hello's. President Yang just sits back with his eyes closed at the far end. Jinu and Kush sit beside President Yang and play rock, paper, scissors on who should poke President Yang awake. Dara, as always, sits in the way front, eyes in rapt attention. Minji sits beside Dara; and though Bom knows that Minji doesn't really like corn, Bom appreciates the support. Jiyong swivels in his chair and bumps shoes with Seunghyun and Youngbae.
"I saw you eat corn this morning!" Youngbae blurts out.
Bom sighs.
"That's actually what I'm here to talk about. I've discovered a new stand that makes these cobs that are to die for..."
***
The meeting adjourns and the club members file out in twos and threes. Dara stays behind to help Bom lock the club room door and to clean up.
"A pretty good turn out wouldn't you say, Prez?"
Bom grins mischievously.
"I would says so Vice Prez. Now if only we could recruit CL..."
As Bom and Dara chat, walking up the stairs, behind them, a paper falls to the ground. It's a sign that had been posted up on the door.
It reads: "OKSAMO BOMSAMO"
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*"OkSaMo" stands for "Oksusu Sarang Moim" or 옥수수를 사랑하는사람들의 모임. Basically this translates to "Club for People Who Love Corn."
This would mean that "BOMSAMO" stands for "Bom Sarang Moim" or 봄를 사랑하는사람들의 모임. And this translates to "Club for People Who Love Bom".
snsd: jessica/taeyeon
believe
warning: lapselock
there aren't many things taeyeon believes in anymore. but there are two things which she thinks are true: desensitization and vicious cycles.
it first happens when she's six as her mother drags her to a public bath. from then on, every week, she's tired of seeing boobs and pubic hair. she doesn't even bat a lash after a few months and later, she doesn't even notice that everyone's naked.
but when she enters show biz, she realizes that there is something underneath everything. there's the backstage reality underneath the on-stage magic. there are the shady dealings between the people with power and the people without. there is the nitty gritty about having to adapt to any place you may be to put on a show. smile in a skimpy skirt. dance in a snow storm. laugh during a family crisis.
one time, taeyeon had had to change into wardrobe behind a tree in a public park. her top had been off and jessica had come skittering behind the same tree. breasts exposed, taeyeon had just watched, slack-jawed as jessica shed her top as well. small but perky breasts had been gently shoved in taeyeon's face as jessica whispered, "can you scoot over some? there's a couple making out behind the tree i was changing behind."
jessica says this as if she's whining about being given blueberry instead of strawberry ice cream. taeyeon's lips go dry as jessica shimmies out of her skinny jeans. and taeyeon has to remember to swallow and dry her lips with her tongue and saliva before she can answer jessica anything.
***
she doesn't think she's lesbian per se. there's something so taboo about the word, she doesn't even like to think of it. it's weird, even to her, because she knows of many guys who are gay in the industry. and yet... she knows not one girl who has come out with a girlfriend.
it bothers taeyeon for weeks. flashes of jessica's pale, half-naked body plague her dreams, turning her wet and needy. but then there are always vicious turn arounds.
it happens a second time when the whole girl's generation team is forced to perform out of town performances one after the other. there's more of being practically naked in front of the other members. taeyeon quickly finds out that sunny has the nicest rack of the nine of them. taeyeon had always known sooyoung to have the nicest legs, but soon, taeyeon sees that sooyoung has the best bikini line. and so, after a while, jessica's nipples don't bother taeyeon as much.
jessica's pink nipples only start featuring in taeyeon's dreams again when, one day, after a new choreography rehearsal, jessica comes to whisper in taeyeon's ear.
jessica and taeyeon both are panting a little, quickened breaths that come from trying to look good on camera while doing cardio.
"you look...really cute today" jessica whispers, lips linger over the shell of taeyeon's ear.
taeyeon's belly does this funny thing, sending chills up her spine and coming back to pick up the butterflies in her digestive tract. taeyeon's heart does a somersault when jessica smooths down the sides of taeyeon's new velvet track pants. jessica starts from taeyeon's waist, palms flat and intimate on taeyeon's form fitting dance clothes. it's almost painful how jessica stalls at each of taeyeon's sensitive places; places that no one had touched before.
some time between jessica's hands on taeyeon's waist and jessica's fingers massaging the insides of taeyeon's knee caps, taeyeon's eyes slide closed. taeyeon's head gets thrown back, cradling on jessica's sharp shoulder. taeyeon's head starts feeling light and she thinks, honest to god, that she's going to faint.
but taeyeon doesn't faint. and when the movements of jessica's hands stop, taeyeon opens her eyes. jessica's lips aren't in her line of vision, but taeyeon feels them anyhow. they are surprisingly warm and insistent for the thin lips that they are. and jessica's lips cover taeyeon's perfectly - an enclosure for taeyeon's mouth.
when they come apart, taeyeon's eyes are too unfocused to see the line of saliva still connecting them on their moist bottom lips. jessica smiles, but taeyeon can only see that small wrinkle that forms at the corner of jessica's mouth.
jessica giggles when taeyeon blinks slowly with heavy lidded eyes.
"you're cute" jessica repeats. "really. really cute."
it's the one time that taeyeon wishes the cycles would stop. it's the one time taeyeon hopes to be infinitely infatuated with the feeling she harbors now.
***
taeyeon believes in exactly two things: desensitization and vicious cycles. she admits she hasn't lived that long of a life relative to the world, but so far these two things have held true one hundred percent of the time.
case in point: taeyeon is no longer oblivious to her girlfriend's advances. she can see them a mile away. there are times when she lets jessica flirt with her, times when she gets bored of it all and just lets jessica have jessica's way with her body. but there are also times that taeyeon flirts back, times when taeyeon takes advantage and does things to jessica's body. it's all just a vicious cycle.
"hey" jessica tells her a year later. "you know i gave you my first kiss?"
taeyeon rolls her eyes, charmed nonetheless.
"liar" taeyeon says as she pokes jessica in the arm. "you're such a liar."
"it's true" jessica insists. and when taeyeon pouts her lips, jessica adds, "not there. here."
at the last "here", jessica slips her hand between taeyeon's thighs. taeyeon blushes and it starts all over again. square one. and at that moment, there are exactly two things taeyeon believes in: jessica and jessica.
running man: gwangsoo/joongki
blush play
The corridors echo with dripping water. The sewage must be leaking, Joongki thinks. And that's what he gets for staking out underground. But this place has a large pro and a huge con.
Pro: Joongki can hear every little step, every little bell jingle; he's definitely ready to take on the "seeking" team.
Con: everything echos; one mistake and he's out.
His lungs are about to burst because he's been holding his breath so that his presence will be masked somewhat. But then, there's a resounding thud behind him. Joongki whips around, glaring.
"Oops" says Gwangsoo.
He smiles sheepishly, teeth, gums, and all. Joongki just wants to tug at Gwangsoo's goatee.
"I told you. You shouldn't even breath down here! Everything echos!" Joongki hisses.
And as if proving Joongki's point, Joongki's voice distorts and rages down the long tunnel ahead and behind them. They make an odd picture. Gwangsoo hunches over in the quite cramped tunnel below the theatre. And Joongki's back seems too upright, tense - a picture of alert prowess.
*
Now only if they were allowed to be down here, Gwangsoo thinks.
Sometimes, Joongki's flaming initiative takes them one step too far. Gwangsoo is pretty sure that they've lost their last VJ about ten minutes ago.
"Um Joongki?" Gwangsoo asks in a failure of a whisper. "What's the point if there are no cameras around?"
"Idiot!" Joongki replies. "The seekers might bring their VJs and their cameras with them!"
"Oh" is all Gwangsoo manages to say because in the next second, there's a faint jingle and Joongki backs up way too fast.
Joongki's butt bumps into Gwangsoo's crotch. And all Gwangsoo can do is blush, burning down his neck, and bite his lower lip, praying to the God Almighty that his stiffie will not poke Joongki in the - - -
"What is your prob...lem..." Joongki says as he turns. But mid-sentence, Joongki sees Gwangsoo's thin sweat pants. The both stare at the tent that starts to get more pronounced as Joongki begins to blush too. Gwangsoo can barely make it out in the low lighting, but the faint tinge is there. Gwangsoo almost feels proud.
Joongki clears his throat and it echos. Gwangsoo's hearing is pretty messed up by the blood rushing in his ears but he can feel that there is something urgent in this situation. He presses both hands on either side of Joongki's head, covering his ears.
"Juh-!" says Joongki, about to say something.
But Gwangsoo doesn't let him. It's now or never. He's going to kiss him. He is. He will.
There's a look on Joongki's face that stops Gwangsoo's lips five centimeters away from their destination. All Gwangsoo registers is that Joongki's cheeks feel like firm, toasty marshmallows. But Joongki, impatient through all this, puts his arms between Gwangsoo's and rips him away.
"Watch out" Joongki shouts, but it's too late. Gwangsoo only hears the ripping of velcro and the disembodied voice that declares: "Lee Gwangsoo. Out!"
Gwangsoo turns slowly, too shocked to really go through the motions. There, standing behind him and blinking steadily with huge inquisitive eyes, is Jihyo nuna.
"What were you two doing?" she asks.
Before Gwangsoo or Joongki can answer, Jihyo's VJ comes panting down the tunnel.
"Nuna, I only got a far shot. Here, hold up the name tag please."
Jihyo does. She dangles Gwangsoo's name tag quite proudly between two index fingers.
"By the way" says Jihyo's VJ, "we're not allowed down here."
Joongki scoffs.
"Well that didn't help us win the game now did it?"
And when Jihyo pounces on Joongki's name tag, the VJ says, "Truce until we get to the gaming grounds."
Gwangsoo feels cheated again. But as the three are walking back upstairs, Gwangsoo feels a hard squeeze to his ass. It produces a kind of strangled kitten sound from him and Jihyo looks round and shakes her head.
"You should do something about always getting out in the beginning of the game."
Gwangsoo's too speechless to answer. And right before Gwangsoo separates to go to the jail-zone, Joongki turns to wink at him.
The blush doesn't fully dissipate for the whole night. And the others that eventually collect in the jail-zone tease and ask about the happenings in the tunnels ("Did something happen down there with Jihyo?" Gary asks him, nervously). For once, Gwangsoo can't lie but he can't say the truth either. So he keeps his mouth shut and replays the wink over and over in his head.
bad girls (sorta, not really)
There's nothing like being thirty minutes late to homeroom and though Min is all confidence when slipping through the school gates, she's just a little nervous. She stomps into class with a chic expression pasted on her face just as Mr. Park finishes collecting homework.
Everyone stares.
There are some flecks of dirt on her Doc Martens so she bends down like a folder to brush them off. A few of the boys in her class scramble to get a view of her underwear and Min smirks. Mr. Park's disapproving glare gets deeper but Min pays no mind as she stalks down the aisle like a runway model and plops into her chair. She can see a mixture of fear and envy in the other girls' eyes, but Min doesn't care. There's one set of eyes that are missing anyway.
***
The girls who sit in front of her whisper something like: "you empty...garbage and... since the class rep isn't here..."
So Min leans over and asks, "What do you mean the class rep isn't here?" in a loud voice that interrupts Mr. Park's lecture on integrals.
Mr. Park turns, dry erase marker in mid-air, and raises a brow at Min.
"If you must talk in class, why don't you talk at the headmaster's office?"
There's a giggle and Min looks pointedly at the two girls sitting in front of her. Mr. Park sighs. And, in the end, the two girls plus Min get sent to the headmaster's office for talking in class.
Min skips down the hall. It had been stuffy in that classroom anyway. She ignores the dirty looks being thrown at her by the two girls skulking behind her. And on the way, as Min passes the infirmary, Min spies a familiar set of black slippers and a stunning shade of brown hair.
"See you girls never" says Min, sticking out her tongue. And though the two girls protest, Min walks into the infirmary and closes the door firmly behind her.
***
"Hello?" says Min in a faux-polite voice.
But in the seconds that follow, all she can see is Fei's sleeping face and a sign that says: "Out for Lunch". Nevermind that it's only ten thirty. And nevermind that Fei, the class rep is playing Sleeping Nerdy with her glasses still perched on the bridge of her nose.
Min tip-toes to the edge of the bed and sits. The cot squeaks with her movements and, as Min takes Fei's glasses off her nose, Fei wakes up.
"Nmm. You-"
But Min shuts her up before she can say anything.
Fei's lips are soft and warm from sleep and rest. Min's are puckered and cold from skipping down the hallways. When the tip of Fei's tongue laps the inner edge of Min's upper lip, Min shudders. Melting into Fei's prone form, Min starts to crawl under the blankets too.
Fei stops her right when Min closes her eyes and starts getting too comfortable.
"Not here" says Fei smirking. "What are you doing here anyway?"
Min sits up, too proud to be miffed by the broken kiss.
"And how about you, Ms. Class Representative? Why are you sleeping during class anyway?"
"Were you late again?" Fei asks, adjusting her glasses back onto her face. "Because that act is getting old."
Min scoffs.
"And how about you? Pretending to be good but really being bad? That's a total cliche."
They stare at each other until the corner of Fei's mouth starts to quirk. Min starts laughing first and Fei just smiles like a cat who's had the last canary.
***
The bell rings. And Ms. Kim, the nurse, walks in.
"Min? What are you doing here?"
"I just..."
"She just came to get me Ms. Kim" Fei says, smartly re-adjusting her vest and blazer. "Second period is Chemistry, so."
Fei smiles. And half of Min wishes it wouldn't work so that Fei would never have to smile at anyone else again. But it does. It works like a charm. And Ms. Kim smiles back.
"Of course. Have a nice day, girls."
***
They hold hands behind their backs as they return to the classroom. Amidst the hustle and bustle of changing classrooms, no one really notices.
When they find their seats in Chemistry, Min immediately pretends to go to sleep, head in her arms, sprawled across the lab table. Fei sits perfectly straight and periodically adjusts her glasses, intent on the teacher's lecture. No one really guesses that all Min does is stare at Fei's profile; and no one can tell that Fei scribbles tiny love notes at the corners of her notebook for Min's appreciation.
2ne1: bom-centric
the club
Bom is feeling just a little bit tipsy. No, she has not had any alcoholic beverages, but she's gotten away with sneaking a whole cob of corn under Master Hwang's nose. It makes her feel good and a little buzzed to know that the kernels are safe inside her belly.
So when she knocks on President Yang's door, she's smiling all goofy-like. When President Yang sees this, he frowns.
"What is it?" he asks curtly. "I'm busy."
"I was just...you know, Boss, wondering."
President Yang is this close to rolling his eyes.
"Wondering? Bom, look. Listen. Your voice instructor will be here tomorrow at four. You're other 2NE1 schedules are with one of your managers. Master Hwang asks if you could please show up to the monthly jogs around Ilsan Park once in a while. And don't think for a second that you got away with that corn on the cob with butter smeared all over. Because I saw it and that means I'm telling Master Hwang."
President Yang says this all in, what seems to be, one breath; he doesn't even break the rhythm of the tap tap tap on his computer keyboard. A low toned voice but with catching peeks of a high pitch: it grates on Bom's nerves and she finally wakes up from her dream walk.
"No, no, no Boss Yang. I'm here to ask about our other assignment."
Bom stands up straighter and cocks a brow. Boss Yang stops typing and sighs.
"What did I tell you about speaking about private matters above ground?"
"Not to."
"Well?"
Bom sighs then breaks her perfect posture to slump to one side, standing askew.
"Then may I request a meeting downstairs? A few of us are already assembled."
Boss Yang resumes typing. Bom peeks and it looks like he's writing on his blog.
"You need a written request" Boss Yang deadpans. "Forms are with my secretary. Go."
***
Bom finds Kush joking around with Taeyang on the third floor.
"Give me the forms."
"What forms?" asks Kush. He fakes a sock to Youngbae's stomach. "Are you talking about music sheets? Can you please stop acting all alien 4D and speak normal?"
Bom's mouth twitches and she narrows her eyes.
"I mean the forms for a downstairs meeting. Boss Yang told me to ask you so."
"Damn it" Kush says, finally turning to face Bom. "I told the Boss that I would not be his secretary!"
Bom shrugs and Kush gives her the forms anyway.
"You two should get down there too" Bom tells them. "A couple of us are already down there."
Youngbae smiles an eye-smile that rivals Daesung's.
"Noona" Youngbae says. "You're not acting like yourself today."
Bom just snorts, pen poised over the form, thinking hard.
Youngbae steps in closer as Kush continues to grumble about being forced into acting as Boss Yang's secretary.
"And don't think no one saw about that corn you ate this morning" Youngbae whispers. "I saw youuuu."
Bom rolls her eyes. Had there been anyone who hadn't seen? She turns slightly to ignore him, but then she spies his fingers wiggling dangerously close to her waist.
Whipping her long ponytail around, Bom slaps Youngbae unwittingly in the face.
"Don't you dare Dong Youngbae. If you even try to roll me on the ground, I swear I'll..."
The door clicks open when Bom's in mid-sentence. It's Jinu. He doesn't look so good.
"Boss Yang wants to know if you're done with the forms, Bom. He's ready to go downstairs and he's not happy about you being so slow."
Youngbae snorts into the palm of his hand.
"A-yo!" Jinu yells, self-conscious. "It's not like I'm his messenger boy or anything."
"Right" says Kush. "Hyung, if you're not Prez Yang's lackey then I'm not his secretary."
Bom giggles with a turned head.
"Shit" says Kush.
***
After Bom hands the form over to Jinu, she stalks the halls of the YG building, letting the right people know about the ultra secret meeting downstairs. By the time, Bom's rounded up about three or so people, she remembers that she's left Jiyong and Minji down there for a while. Before she had left, Jiyong had been poking at Minji's hair. And by the way Minji's leg had been twitching, Bom wouldn't be surprised if Jiyong had had a swift kick to the crotch by now.
Bom walks briskly to the stairs. Though the elevator reached all floors above ground, only the stairs led to the secret meeting place. It was a blessing that President Yang was in on this operation. Because if not, Bom would have had to find a new place for meetings as Team Leader of this outfit.
She opens the door, then pretends to ignore the inquiring faces of the people assembled at the table. She walks deliberately to the dry erase board and writes: "OkSaMo Meeting".
She turns dramatically and Dara, who's been waiting there the whole time, claps. She's the only one who does, but Bom pays no mind.
"Everyone" Bom says with a smile. "Welcome to the Oksusu Sarang Moim*, Meeting number fifty eight."
People at the table mumble their hello's. President Yang just sits back with his eyes closed at the far end. Jinu and Kush sit beside President Yang and play rock, paper, scissors on who should poke President Yang awake. Dara, as always, sits in the way front, eyes in rapt attention. Minji sits beside Dara; and though Bom knows that Minji doesn't really like corn, Bom appreciates the support. Jiyong swivels in his chair and bumps shoes with Seunghyun and Youngbae.
"I saw you eat corn this morning!" Youngbae blurts out.
Bom sighs.
"That's actually what I'm here to talk about. I've discovered a new stand that makes these cobs that are to die for..."
***
The meeting adjourns and the club members file out in twos and threes. Dara stays behind to help Bom lock the club room door and to clean up.
"A pretty good turn out wouldn't you say, Prez?"
Bom grins mischievously.
"I would says so Vice Prez. Now if only we could recruit CL..."
As Bom and Dara chat, walking up the stairs, behind them, a paper falls to the ground. It's a sign that had been posted up on the door.
It reads: "OKSAMO BOMSAMO"
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*"OkSaMo" stands for "Oksusu Sarang Moim" or 옥수수를 사랑하는사람들의 모임. Basically this translates to "Club for People Who Love Corn."
This would mean that "BOMSAMO" stands for "Bom Sarang Moim" or 봄를 사랑하는사람들의 모임. And this translates to "Club for People Who Love Bom".
snsd: jessica/taeyeon
believe
warning: lapselock
there aren't many things taeyeon believes in anymore. but there are two things which she thinks are true: desensitization and vicious cycles.
it first happens when she's six as her mother drags her to a public bath. from then on, every week, she's tired of seeing boobs and pubic hair. she doesn't even bat a lash after a few months and later, she doesn't even notice that everyone's naked.
but when she enters show biz, she realizes that there is something underneath everything. there's the backstage reality underneath the on-stage magic. there are the shady dealings between the people with power and the people without. there is the nitty gritty about having to adapt to any place you may be to put on a show. smile in a skimpy skirt. dance in a snow storm. laugh during a family crisis.
one time, taeyeon had had to change into wardrobe behind a tree in a public park. her top had been off and jessica had come skittering behind the same tree. breasts exposed, taeyeon had just watched, slack-jawed as jessica shed her top as well. small but perky breasts had been gently shoved in taeyeon's face as jessica whispered, "can you scoot over some? there's a couple making out behind the tree i was changing behind."
jessica says this as if she's whining about being given blueberry instead of strawberry ice cream. taeyeon's lips go dry as jessica shimmies out of her skinny jeans. and taeyeon has to remember to swallow and dry her lips with her tongue and saliva before she can answer jessica anything.
***
she doesn't think she's lesbian per se. there's something so taboo about the word, she doesn't even like to think of it. it's weird, even to her, because she knows of many guys who are gay in the industry. and yet... she knows not one girl who has come out with a girlfriend.
it bothers taeyeon for weeks. flashes of jessica's pale, half-naked body plague her dreams, turning her wet and needy. but then there are always vicious turn arounds.
it happens a second time when the whole girl's generation team is forced to perform out of town performances one after the other. there's more of being practically naked in front of the other members. taeyeon quickly finds out that sunny has the nicest rack of the nine of them. taeyeon had always known sooyoung to have the nicest legs, but soon, taeyeon sees that sooyoung has the best bikini line. and so, after a while, jessica's nipples don't bother taeyeon as much.
jessica's pink nipples only start featuring in taeyeon's dreams again when, one day, after a new choreography rehearsal, jessica comes to whisper in taeyeon's ear.
jessica and taeyeon both are panting a little, quickened breaths that come from trying to look good on camera while doing cardio.
"you look...really cute today" jessica whispers, lips linger over the shell of taeyeon's ear.
taeyeon's belly does this funny thing, sending chills up her spine and coming back to pick up the butterflies in her digestive tract. taeyeon's heart does a somersault when jessica smooths down the sides of taeyeon's new velvet track pants. jessica starts from taeyeon's waist, palms flat and intimate on taeyeon's form fitting dance clothes. it's almost painful how jessica stalls at each of taeyeon's sensitive places; places that no one had touched before.
some time between jessica's hands on taeyeon's waist and jessica's fingers massaging the insides of taeyeon's knee caps, taeyeon's eyes slide closed. taeyeon's head gets thrown back, cradling on jessica's sharp shoulder. taeyeon's head starts feeling light and she thinks, honest to god, that she's going to faint.
but taeyeon doesn't faint. and when the movements of jessica's hands stop, taeyeon opens her eyes. jessica's lips aren't in her line of vision, but taeyeon feels them anyhow. they are surprisingly warm and insistent for the thin lips that they are. and jessica's lips cover taeyeon's perfectly - an enclosure for taeyeon's mouth.
when they come apart, taeyeon's eyes are too unfocused to see the line of saliva still connecting them on their moist bottom lips. jessica smiles, but taeyeon can only see that small wrinkle that forms at the corner of jessica's mouth.
jessica giggles when taeyeon blinks slowly with heavy lidded eyes.
"you're cute" jessica repeats. "really. really cute."
it's the one time that taeyeon wishes the cycles would stop. it's the one time taeyeon hopes to be infinitely infatuated with the feeling she harbors now.
***
taeyeon believes in exactly two things: desensitization and vicious cycles. she admits she hasn't lived that long of a life relative to the world, but so far these two things have held true one hundred percent of the time.
case in point: taeyeon is no longer oblivious to her girlfriend's advances. she can see them a mile away. there are times when she lets jessica flirt with her, times when she gets bored of it all and just lets jessica have jessica's way with her body. but there are also times that taeyeon flirts back, times when taeyeon takes advantage and does things to jessica's body. it's all just a vicious cycle.
"hey" jessica tells her a year later. "you know i gave you my first kiss?"
taeyeon rolls her eyes, charmed nonetheless.
"liar" taeyeon says as she pokes jessica in the arm. "you're such a liar."
"it's true" jessica insists. and when taeyeon pouts her lips, jessica adds, "not there. here."
at the last "here", jessica slips her hand between taeyeon's thighs. taeyeon blushes and it starts all over again. square one. and at that moment, there are exactly two things taeyeon believes in: jessica and jessica.
running man: gwangsoo/joongki
blush play
The corridors echo with dripping water. The sewage must be leaking, Joongki thinks. And that's what he gets for staking out underground. But this place has a large pro and a huge con.
Pro: Joongki can hear every little step, every little bell jingle; he's definitely ready to take on the "seeking" team.
Con: everything echos; one mistake and he's out.
His lungs are about to burst because he's been holding his breath so that his presence will be masked somewhat. But then, there's a resounding thud behind him. Joongki whips around, glaring.
"Oops" says Gwangsoo.
He smiles sheepishly, teeth, gums, and all. Joongki just wants to tug at Gwangsoo's goatee.
"I told you. You shouldn't even breath down here! Everything echos!" Joongki hisses.
And as if proving Joongki's point, Joongki's voice distorts and rages down the long tunnel ahead and behind them. They make an odd picture. Gwangsoo hunches over in the quite cramped tunnel below the theatre. And Joongki's back seems too upright, tense - a picture of alert prowess.
*
Now only if they were allowed to be down here, Gwangsoo thinks.
Sometimes, Joongki's flaming initiative takes them one step too far. Gwangsoo is pretty sure that they've lost their last VJ about ten minutes ago.
"Um Joongki?" Gwangsoo asks in a failure of a whisper. "What's the point if there are no cameras around?"
"Idiot!" Joongki replies. "The seekers might bring their VJs and their cameras with them!"
"Oh" is all Gwangsoo manages to say because in the next second, there's a faint jingle and Joongki backs up way too fast.
Joongki's butt bumps into Gwangsoo's crotch. And all Gwangsoo can do is blush, burning down his neck, and bite his lower lip, praying to the God Almighty that his stiffie will not poke Joongki in the - - -
"What is your prob...lem..." Joongki says as he turns. But mid-sentence, Joongki sees Gwangsoo's thin sweat pants. The both stare at the tent that starts to get more pronounced as Joongki begins to blush too. Gwangsoo can barely make it out in the low lighting, but the faint tinge is there. Gwangsoo almost feels proud.
Joongki clears his throat and it echos. Gwangsoo's hearing is pretty messed up by the blood rushing in his ears but he can feel that there is something urgent in this situation. He presses both hands on either side of Joongki's head, covering his ears.
"Juh-!" says Joongki, about to say something.
But Gwangsoo doesn't let him. It's now or never. He's going to kiss him. He is. He will.
There's a look on Joongki's face that stops Gwangsoo's lips five centimeters away from their destination. All Gwangsoo registers is that Joongki's cheeks feel like firm, toasty marshmallows. But Joongki, impatient through all this, puts his arms between Gwangsoo's and rips him away.
"Watch out" Joongki shouts, but it's too late. Gwangsoo only hears the ripping of velcro and the disembodied voice that declares: "Lee Gwangsoo. Out!"
Gwangsoo turns slowly, too shocked to really go through the motions. There, standing behind him and blinking steadily with huge inquisitive eyes, is Jihyo nuna.
"What were you two doing?" she asks.
Before Gwangsoo or Joongki can answer, Jihyo's VJ comes panting down the tunnel.
"Nuna, I only got a far shot. Here, hold up the name tag please."
Jihyo does. She dangles Gwangsoo's name tag quite proudly between two index fingers.
"By the way" says Jihyo's VJ, "we're not allowed down here."
Joongki scoffs.
"Well that didn't help us win the game now did it?"
And when Jihyo pounces on Joongki's name tag, the VJ says, "Truce until we get to the gaming grounds."
Gwangsoo feels cheated again. But as the three are walking back upstairs, Gwangsoo feels a hard squeeze to his ass. It produces a kind of strangled kitten sound from him and Jihyo looks round and shakes her head.
"You should do something about always getting out in the beginning of the game."
Gwangsoo's too speechless to answer. And right before Gwangsoo separates to go to the jail-zone, Joongki turns to wink at him.
The blush doesn't fully dissipate for the whole night. And the others that eventually collect in the jail-zone tease and ask about the happenings in the tunnels ("Did something happen down there with Jihyo?" Gary asks him, nervously). For once, Gwangsoo can't lie but he can't say the truth either. So he keeps his mouth shut and replays the wink over and over in his head.