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30 May 2014 @ 12:25 am
Serendipity [One-Shot]  

Title: Serendipity

Pairing(s): YoonFany (Yoona/Tiffany)

Rating/Genre: PG-13 + language; Slice-of-Lifeish Rom-Com

Disclaimer: I don't own Soshi. I don't own anyone, in fact. All Fiction.

Chap. Summary: A storm leads Tiffany to an unlikely source of excitement.

Author's Notes: Happy Birthday to the lovely, talented Im Yoona!! A little ‘Naughty Choding’ love for her big day. Writing Yoongie as an obnoxious flirt is one of my favorite things. Happy Yoona Dayyy!!


Weather reporters were assholes.

Meteorologists, too.

Tiffany Hwang wrung out the edge of her t-shirt until the bunched up fabric hung limp and wrinkled at her side. Pulling at it with damp fingers, she cursed every ounce of rain in history. A twenty minute afternoon trek devolved into a frenzied rush through the streets as Zeus split the skies to cast down a spur-of-the moment storm.

Zeus deserved a grade-A asshole title. Fictional or otherwise.

Two minutes of heavy showers soaked her completely, pushing her to seek shelter in the closest building: a 24-hour student center owned by the local University. A bored security guard looked up from his failed level of Candy Crush, less than concerned by the strange woman nodding sheepishly as she tap danced away from questions regarding an official ID. Acknowledging Tiffany's soggy state, he shrugged and let her through.

The three-story establishment had its patches of uninhabited spaces. Perfect for drying off and regrouping until the storm passed. She mounted the stairs and shuffled into a booth on the second floor. A wet trail followed her ass as she scooted to the deepest corner. Tiffany cursed nature in general. Needing rainwater and shit.

Only a group of college kids one booth away eyed her for a fleeting second before resuming their chatter. Thank god. The atmosphere gave her a chance to shake off water drops like a hapless hound. Starting at her hair.

Rainwater had glued the dark mass to her face. Tiffany blinked through sodden strands, 124% sure she currently channeled Kayako Saeki. She knelt forward and swung her head forcefully. Spattered table be damned. She twisted the ends of her hair into a passable arrangement and tucked it over her shoulder. Afterwards, she inspected the damage to her iPhone. If running in through the rainy streets wasn’t enough, her jean pocket forgot its purpose, sending the thin phone scuttering to the sidewalk face-first. It operated normally, even though the shattered screen looked like a piece of crystal art. Her dying phone slipped into her back pocket.

This was why she shouldn’t have left the house.

Too chancy.

Tiffany shouldn’t have listened to her roommate, Miss Kim “Leave the house; it’d do you good” Taeyeon. As if that pale recluse could talk.She probably couldn’t name the color of the sun.

No phone. Nothing to do but wait. The view from the center's massive skylight reminded Tiffany of creepy Rapture movies her overzealously religious grandmother watched every Easter. Storms, crazy wind, lightning. Only elements missing were the floating believers and a rumbling, threatening voice of damnation.

There was a story in that. She rested her chin onto interlaced fingers, picturing the scene in blockbuster movie form when a rapping at the table stole her attention.

“This seat taken?”

Tiffany surveyed bony knuckles resting on the plastic surface. Then, she raised her eyes to a grinning college kid in a tight damask button down and a cut-off denim skirt. A rejection hardly left her lips as the girl helped herself on the other side of the booth.

“‘Sup?” the stranger asked with a nod.

Did she seriously say ‘Sup? What year was it? “Hellish clouds. That’s what’s up.”

“Worst storm this spring. I have a question, though.”

Tiffany motioned her to continue, admitting defeat. Obviously, the universe outside her home office hated her guts. Might as well take the new information in stride. “Shoot.”

“Are you wet from the rain or just happy to see me?”

Tiffany Hwang wasn’t like most women. Some would cuss her out. Others would wholly ignore the little bitch. Maybe a few would laugh. Tiffany, however…

“Let me get this straight,” She splayed her fingertips onto the table, moving them in circles while she spoke. “Let’s say I was wet for you--you, a woman I hadn’t seen until this very moment. How in seven hells would I be saturated from head to toe? Am I a giant vagina? Does my face resemble an overgrown clit?”

The girl’s bottom lip hung open, quivering at the severe tone. “I uh…”

“Because let me tell you, it would not be healthy for a giant vagina to walk these Korean streets exposed and apparently horny for you at all times. I’d get infected by Tetanus or meet another fatal demise. So, no. I’m not lubed for pleasure. I’m a whole woman very, very wet from the rain and absolutely unimpressed with your pickup line.”

The girl gaped for the longest minute. Long lashes batting periodically--her sole sign of cognizance. “I…”

Tiffany curled her lips into a tight smile. That’d get rid of the nuisance.

Quite the opposite.

“I...I’m uh, uh…” she stuttered.

“You, you, you, what?”

“I think...I’m in love. Marry me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

She brandished a top row of straight teeth. “Marry me. I’m yours.”

Tiffany craned her neck from left to right. Was she being Punk’d? “In case you didn’t get the hint, I’m not interested.”

“What year are you?”

“I graduated college five years ago.”

“Are you single?”

The skin between Tiffany’s eyebrows crinkled. “That’s none of your business.”

“I’ll fight them for you. Be mine.”

“As a matter of fact, my boyfriend is six-foot-eleven, 270 pounds of pure muscle, and a fighter pilot for the US military. He spent ten years in jail for killing a cop with his bare hands. His biggest pet peeve is me getting hit on by skeevy women.”

“I can take him.”

“Are you kidding me? A potato chip could fill you.”

“Chips? Is that what you want?” she replied, voice entirely too sincere. “There’s chips in the vending machine. I can buy you chips.”

Tiffany made a second cursory search for hidden cameras. “What brought you here? If you couldn’t tell, I’m having an awful day.”

“Oh right,” the girl laughed, poking her own temple. “Can I have your number?”

“That does nothing to answer my question. I don’t even know your--”

“Im Yoona. Now can I have your number?”

This little shit. “You’ve crossed too many lines. Get lost.”

Yoona pounced from her seat, lean legs taking her back to the herd of cronies. Tiffany wanted to breathe a sigh of victory, but she knew better. The universe hated her, remember?

“Ffff--Yoong, the hell!?” a squeaky voice from their group whined in a muffled mess.

Tiffany couldn’t fight the urge to peek over. To her...confusion, the Im Yoona girl had her struggling arms wrapped around a short, brown-haired girl that reminded her a bit of Taeyeon. In a lurch backward, Yoona tore a grey cardigan over the friend’s head, folded it on a lanky forearm, and catapulted herself back across Tiffany's table.

“For you, m’lady,” Yoona breathed, chest puffed with accomplishment.

“I’m not wearing clothes stripped from a college student’s back.”

“Sunny has a closet full of these. Why would she care?”

The soft fleece reminded Tiffany of her undeniable coldness just as some asshole cranked the air conditioner up to the highest setting. Probably Zeus. “It’s stealing.”

“You’re shivering.” Yoona’s spidery fingers fumbled with its pearl buttons. “I’ll deal with her hissy fit later.”

“My hero,” Tiffany deadpanned.

“Take it. You know you wanna.”

Something in this lunatic’s angelic eyes convinced Tiffany to give up the argument. Yoona probably used those babies to manipulate everybody. She snatched the cardigan, bowing gratefully to the previous owner from her seat. Sunny popped on a crooked smile and shyly gazed away.

It did warm Tiffany up significantly. Leftover body heat helped.

“You gonna thank me or what?”

She frowned at Yoona lounging in the long booth chair, legs demurely crossed at the ankles. “Thank you for stealing a cardigan in my honor.”

“Thank me by providing those digits.”

“Why are you so adamant about having my number?”

“What’s your name?”

“Harley Quinn.”

Yoona smirked, cocking an eyebrow. “Listen, Harley. After busy days of being Joker’s sidekick, wouldn’t you like to spend your nights having long, meaningful conversations about philosophy, sex, and iguanas with a charming young scholar?”

“Iguanas, really?”

“I’m a lizard girl.”

“Lizard Girl, what makes you so sure I’m gay?”

“Hopeful guess. Am I right?”

Tiffany shrugged, hugging herself to gain more warmth. “I could walk to another table. You know that, right?”

“I’d follow you.”

“I could leave.”

She scoffed, peering at the stormy window and back to Tiffany. “Sure, if Danger’s your middle name.”

A corner of Tiffany’s lip twitched at the comeback. It’d been ages since she’d engaged in this kind of playful banter. “Answer my question and I’ll answer yours. Why do you want my number?”

Yoona’s jerked into an upright sitting position, leaning her elbows onto the table in serious business fashion. “Eye contact, Harley.”

Intrigued, Tiffany scooted closer.

“This is initiation.”


“The Womb Raiders.”

“I’m sorry I asked.”

“They’re really fun,” Yoona hissed, willing Tiffany to keep her voice down. “Half of them are already my friends and the rest find me fucking adorable.”

“So, you need a number because…”

“Not simply a number. Every Womb Raider has several tasks to accomplish before being accepted. I’m on the last leg--annoying a hot girl until I get her number.”

Tiffany stifled a laugh. “You’re telling me that whole table’s managed to harass women into surrendering their personal information?”

Yoona ducked her head, giving a sullen nod. “It’s my seventh go.”

“Damn. You suck.”

“You think I don’t know?” Her stray hand plucked from a cup of straws sitting upon their table. She ripped off the top of its papery exterior. “Which eludes me. I’m a certified babe magnet.”

“You’re conceited.”

Yoona placed her lips on one side of the straw, blowing the wrapper into Tiffany’s forehead. “Four points for me!”

“And because of that, you won’t be getting my number.”

“Look at these fingers!” Yoona barked, holding up her elongated appendages. “I could give you the ride of your life, if you’re lucky.”

Face instantly burning, Tiffany slammed her moist back onto the chair to gain distance. “I’m tempted to slap you, holy shit.”

“I’m in character.”

“Honestly, I can’t tell where the bitch ends and the unsuccessful smooth talker begins.”

“Didn’t mean to offend.”

“You offered to fuck me with your freakishly long fingers. How the hell couldn’t I be offended?”

Yoona chased said fingers through her hair, pouting a cherry lip. “I’m sorry, all right? My parents tell me I don’t respect boundaries...”

“I’ll say.”

“I promise I’m not this bad regularly. Didn’t I say that I love you? Love makes you do crazy things.”

“This isn’t love and you’d better find prospect number eight.”

The college student skirted from her seat to the other side, blocking Tiffany from escaping in a rage. “Give me another chance.”

“Why should I!? I don’t know you.”

“God, sorry I’m socially inept. Everyone can’t be beautiful and have a way with words like you.”

Tiffany clucked her teeth, rolling slitted eyes with outrage. “Hon, I invented socially awkward.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Tell that to the girl who’s been publicly humiliated a dozen times by the same ex.”

When Yoona’s face fell from panic to sympathy, Tiffany knew she’d overspoken. “Forget I said that.”

Yoona stared down at her hands twisting the straw around a pinky. Cogs were clearly making rounds based on the sudden pensive state. Tiffany closed her eyes, leaning into her palm. Leaving the apartment was such a ridiculous idea. She felt crappier than ever.

“You got caught out in the rain. Why?”

“Should there be a reason?”

“Sorry I asked.” Yoona went back to her space across the table. “Harley Quinn, if you want me to get lost, I will.”

“Are you genuinely sad or is this another ploy?”

Her pout slowly spread into a suggestive grin. “Is it working?”

Tiffany balled up the straw wrapper and flicked it at her smug lip. She wanted to laugh, but that’d be way too encouraging. “Little troublemaker!”

“Not so little. How old are you, anyway? Thirty? Thirty-five?”

“Burn in hell!”

Their eyes matched as Tiffany finally divulged a rosy-cheeked snicker. “You’re a pain in the ass.”

“Did you happen to see my ass? I’ve been told I have a nice one.”

“You’re ass-deficient.”

“That’s a hurtful comment, Grandma!”

“Gah-Grandma?! I’m twenty-six, thank you very much.”

“Ooh, a sexy age.”

“I’m not here to fulfill your babysitter fantasies, okay?”

Yoona nodded, grin salacious. “But, I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

“You’re a baby.”

“I’m 20.”

“Christ. You’re an infant.”

“I am a fan of breastfeeding.”

Groaning in overt avoidance, Tiffany eyed the chatting group of Womb Raiders. “So, who are the successful first-time harassers?”

Yoona aimed a skinny pointer to the members. “Hyoyeon, the blonde terror in the jersey dress, and Sooyoung, the towering bobblehead.”

“Ah,” Tiffany nodded, jealous that her alma mater hadn’t been teeming with beautiful queer girls. “I can see why they’d have no trouble.”


“You have a face only a mother could love.”

“I smell no truths in your statement.”

“Check your nose.”

“My cute nose, am I right?”

Tiffany delighted in the doubt darkening Yoona’s sharp features. “Okay, I exaggerated. Anyways, you’re a little too standard for my tastes.”


“Sound it out.”

“S-s-stah-stah…” Yoona’s left eye drooped and she began to quake in her seat.

“God, are you having a stroke?”

Yoona’s cheek landed on the table with a light thump while she continued to convulse. The cup of straws rattled along with her shaking. “Stah-stah-stand-ahhhhh...”

By then, the group of friends stopped talking. Their heads turned to Tiffany’s direction, so the panicked woman--dying from embarrassment--tentatively shoved Yoona’s shoulder. “Joke’s over.”

Sssssssss,” the younger girl went on, not unlike a popped tire.

“Cut it out. People are staring.”


“I was kidding. You’re unfairly easy on the eyes. Just...please, for the love of iguanas, stop making a scene.”

After a final tremble, Yoona bounced back into an alert position. “I knew you liked me.”

This storm needed to end before things got more weird. “Brat.”

“That’s how I look when I have an orgasm, my love. You’ve been warned.”

Tiffany snickered at the visual stirring in her head, ignoring the tiny voice that found that kind of hot. “You malfunction? Your partners are doing it wrong.”

“Or right. Depending on how you look at it.”

“Yeah, well…” She didn’t mean to trail off, but something about Yoona gobbling up her every response with those charming, expectant eyes triggered a deep need to reflect. Reflect on what she’d been doing before the rain knocked her plans off their proverbial rails.

“Harley Quinn?”

Tiffany winced in confusion for a split second. “Hm? Yes?”

“What do you do for a living?”

She kept the answer short. “I write.”



“Badass! Do you write for dramas?”

“Commercials, mostly. It keeps the bills at bay.” If Tiffany could pay rent without penning insipid kitty litter rhymes, she’d die a happy woman. “I’d say that makes up roughly twenty percent of my content.”

“And the eighty?”

“My own screenplays.”

Yoona had a pretty smile when it wasn’t dripping with arrogance. “The love of my life is sexy and ambitious. I’m falling deeper and deeper, Miss Quinn.”

“You’re too young to fall in love.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you are. Believe me.” Tiffany rubbed at her grey shoulders, voice hard as gem. “Love is not long-term.”

“That’s why I prefer sex. Short-term pleasure.”

“Wise beyond your paltry set of years.”

“Can I have your number?”


Yoona grinned through the apparent defeat on her face. “I no longer want your number for the club. I gotta get to know my soulmate.”

Soulmate. As if she hadn’t heard that one yet. Tiffany inspected the street outside a window, automatically peeling her pants from the booth to stand. Yoona mirrored her actions.

“Our storm’s down to a drizzle.”

The student smirked distractedly, snapping at a hair tie wrapped around her wrist. “Time to leave?”

“That’d be correct.” Zeus judged her worthy to risk the trip home; she had to take advantage of his mercy.

“You ever coming back?”

“Here? Unlikely.”

“Yeah. That was a dumb question.”

“It was.” Her attempt at humor faltered with Yoona’s growing frown. “You’re not so bad, Im Yoona.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“Buck up, kiddo.” Tiffany paused to marvel at their height difference. Damnit, she’d always wanted to date taller. “I wish success for your eighth attempt.”

Yoona pouted, words remaining unformed even as Tiffany hung around. Tired of the uncomfortable air, Tiffany mumbled her farewell and took to the stairs.


What she’d miscalculated as a drizzle hit her shoulders in fat droplets. She had to leave, though. It’d be a dick move to wish Yoona good-bye (using the word ‘kiddo', no less) only to hover at the walkway until the weather settled further.

Her TOMS slapped through puddles, retracing a wet path back to her apartment. Taeyeon would be finishing up Tiffany’s latest screenplay by then. Her roommate was a quick reader and even heavier editor, so earlier when she saw the woman thumbing at the final segment of her manuscript, she had to take her advice and leave the house.

However, she omitted the part about where her journey would lead. If the storm didn’t impede Tiffany’s plan to knock on her ex’s door and ask, ‘Why did you ruin love for me? How come I can’t write a goddamn romance story without defaulting to heartbreak?’, she would have made it there ten minutes past the student center.

Tiffany hiccuped out a pitiful sob. Crying in the rain was the epitome of cliché, damnit.

She’d been reduced to a badly-written trope.


Tiffany rushed to fix her sorry state when rain abruptly stopped pecking the top of her head. Her throat felt like sand as she spoke. “Tenacious, aren’t you?”

Yoona smiled down at the woman, switching the umbrella handle to her right hand. The weightless arm draped over Tiffany’s shoulders provided just the right amount of relief. Already exposed of her mopey insides, she sighed in gratitude.

“What’s her name?” the younger girl asked.


“Oh...that’s an ugly name.”

Tiffany snapped into a breathless laugh. “She’s anything but ugly, superficially.”

“Yawn. Mean hot girl. What else is new?”

Her mood lifted faster than she thought possible. This Im Yoona had a gift. “Won’t your friends miss you?”

“The Center is our turf. We’ll be there until late.”

“Are there many wombs to raid?”

“Nah. Only one. Sunny’s got the hots for her lab partner, Hyomin. We--well, they’re cooking up a game plan. I’m not an official member, so my suggestions are ignored.”

“Is that my fault?”

“Kind of.” Yoona pulled her closer, brushing her lips through Tiffany’s soggy hair--unsolicited, yet not unwelcomed. “It doesn’t matter. You’re more important than joining...even though I have some ace ideas of attack. Wanna hear my favorites?”

“I’m game.”

Fifteen minutes of snarking and chortling at the most outlandish beauty she’d ever met led them to the front door of her apartment. The rain ceased at last, clearing the sky for the golden-lined sunset gracing the Seoul front. She’d spent so long holed up in the day-to-day writing world that the sight took her breath away. Yoona sneaked a better kiss at her temple. Tiffany called her out for it, though she loved the thought of being irresistible. Bathed in ethereal orange, Yoona was pretty irresistible herself.

“Can I see you again?”

Tiffany gulped down a swoon as Yoona stroked at her messy hair with unexpected affection. “Well, you know where I live. I suppose that gives you some leverage.”

“Sweet. When?”

“Tomorrow afternoon?” Why play cool?

Yoona’s killer smile made a comeback. “It’s a date.”

“Come by with this pleasant disposition and we’ll discuss philosophy and reptiles over tea.”

“No sex talk?”

“Sure. Only talk. Your ‘ride my fingers’ comment’s going to infest my dreams.”

“This pleases me.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes, aware that her cheeks were visibly burning. “You better be standing in this very spot at two. Bring snacks.”

“All right.” Yoona bent to kiss her, causing Tiffany unnecessary panic until the soft lips landed safely between her eyes. “I still love you.”

“Get out of here, you troublemaker.”


Taeyeon leapt from her study chair, locked and loaded to berate her missing roommate. Tiffany held in her will to snort right in the shorter woman’s face. What a worrywart.

“Where the hell were you?”

“The University student center. That storm came out of nowhere.”

“God, I was so worried. You could have called me back.”

Tiffany revealed the iPhone in its totalled glory. “Lucky me, huh?”

“I’m never letting you leave the house again. The outside world is not your friend.”

“Amen to that.”

Taeyeon slung herself to the couch, frustrated. “And what in Grey Comma hell are you wearing? Did you have that on when you left?”

She’d completely forgotten about the grey fleece clinging to her skin. “Long story.”

“Speaking of story,” Taeyeon threw a nod to the hefty manuscript sitting upon her desk. “Hope you grew thicker skin during your hiatus. I took no prisoners.”

“Why would you?” Bright pen marks on the top sheet taunted her in blood red. Or, standard ballpoint red. Same thing. No doubt she’d be sobbing into its defaced sheets soon. “Tell it to me straight, doc.”

“Bottom line: If your two characters had to go through so much heartbreak, I’d expect them to like each other in the beginning. You know I’m not a fluff whore, but geez...every supposedly happy scene came off sarcastic. Mega off-putting.”

“Too depressing?”

“Let’s see. After that exhilarating read, I called my mom to tell her I love her. Then, I drank bourbon right from the bottle and stared longingly at my prescription sleeping pills.”

“A reasonable reaction.”

“Your scripts are bad for my health, Hwang.”

“I’ll start re-writing tonight.” Tiffany’s cloud nine level already fell to six. Relishing in the good mood that’d eventually go south, she slumped onto the sofa.

She appreciated the smile that wouldn't quit, even in the face of negativity. Meeting Yoona happened at the perfect time. Serendipity’s inappropriate little sister.

“Hey, Tae?”


“I met someone.”


“N-no...a new girl.”

The shorter woman squinted a suspicious eye. “Where? At the school?!”

“I know, right? The thought of me dating a student…”

“So, Juhyun and my efforts for double date material were thwarted because you wanted some young ass? You should have told me!”

Her previous comment about Yoona’s “ass deficiency” put a bigger smile on her face. “Your girlfriend’s co-workers are self-involved douchettes. I can’t date another writer; we’re unbearable.”

“What’s this fresh piece into?”


The suspicion spread from Taeyeon’s eyes to the rest of her face. “Interesting. I’ll reserve judgement since this is such a momentous occasion for you.”

“I wouldn’t say momentous…”

“You’re soaked to the bone and still grinning like a sap. That’s a big deal.” Taeyeon patted her friends shoulder, rising from the seat to snatch up an umbrella. “Glad one of us managed to have a happy afternoon. Maybe I’ll go on my own evening stroll to expel the rest of these suicidal thoughts.”

Tiffany should have changed into dry clothes like a responsible adult, but Taeyeon’s comments were stoking her need to review the screenplay notes. “It’s not raining anymore, by the way.”

“This is why you get stuck in these situations,” Taeyeon said, wrestling on rubber boots. “You’re don’t think ahead.”

The red blocks of critical text didn’t sting like she thought they would. All relevant, from what little she perused while flipping through random pieces.

Crazy how an unpredictable sequence of misfortunes brought Tiffany to this point. From Rapture rains and sexual harassment to--dare she mention it--romantic situations and several premature declarations of love. Not one’s run-of-the-mill girl-meets-girl story. That’s for sure.

Tiffany liked it. Tradition could be just as assholic as meteorologists, anyways.

“Are you going far?”

“Not really,” Taeyeon murmured beneath the buttoned collar of the most ghastly parka ever. “Just an hour or so to clear my head.”

“That’d be a good idea.”

“Maybe I’ll stop by the Apple store to grab a repair kit for your phone.”

Her phone. Tiffany heart sunk, but not for the device. “Instead, you should stop by the Uni student center and make an exchange for me.”

“Does this have to do with your pretty young thing?”

“Yep.” Tiffany actually enjoyed that nickname. “You'll have to go to the second floor and sit near a chatty group of hot girls.”

“This sounds promising.”

“You'll have to be attractive, Tae. So, lose the parka.”

“I’ll wear what I want.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes and went on. “A tall one with a showstopping smile and a cut-off skirt’s going to approach you. Just swap numbers for hers. Tell her Harley sent you.”

Harley Quinn. Yoona didn't even know her name..

She fell victim to another daydream while Taeyeon more or less complained about the spur-of-the moment directives. Why was she standing around? Yoona would be visiting tomorrow and their apartment resembled a crime scene. It lacked order of any form...

..and tea! They were out of fucking tea! She’d have to run to the grocery in the morning to find a suitable flavor. Anything could go wrong. Yoona could hate the tea or have some allergic reaction to the leaves. Or she could ask to read that depressing ass script. Or comment about the six foot-long crack in the ceiling. Or pick up on Tiffany’s lack of social life based on her wall-length bookcase.


She was still excited.

What if Yoona kissed her again?

Tiffany sighed, eyes glazing over the top pearl button of the cardigan she wouldn’t return. Obnoxious tendencies aside, Yoona possessed a nice set of lips and they felt lovely on the side of her head--no matter how fleeting. Kissing on the first date wasn’t a no-no, right? It was the 21st Century, after all.

The cherry on top would be getting rid of the roommate…

“...okay, I’ll do it!” Taeyeon announced, apparently concluding a one-on-one debate with herself. “These kids better not rob me.”

The front door slammed before Tiffany could wish her good luck. Or warn her about Yoona’s improper means of approaching women. And the security guard.

Tiffany shrugged.

Ah, well. It was her turn to deal with the universe.

[Author's Note]
Still writing; still lovin' Soshi. I hope y'all continue to read because I still have ideas to show. >:DDD Btw...WGTG pdf isn't forgotten...I'm just so busy with new stories that it takes the backburner. >.< FORGIVE ME.
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(Anonymous) on May 30th, 2014 07:59 am (UTC)
Gosh this was epic. Yoonfany's banter had me cackling so bad. Is it weird that a pg-13 one-shot turned me on? O-O God I'm pervy...

"The Womb Raiders." Genius. I could only imagine how SooSunHyo argued coming up w/ that name.

Of f-----g course Tae's the pale recluse roommate. *celebrates cause Seotae!!*

If I choose a fav one liner I'd probably choose all... but to celebrate Yoong's bday let's celebrate her "freakishly long fingers" :

"Look at these fingers." "I could give you the ride of your life if you're lucky
" hahahahahahaha.

I bow down to this one- shot and to you, Kwon. Keep writing! :)
checkinyourbra: yoona01checkinyourbra on June 12th, 2014 11:48 pm (UTC)
You're the Anon that calls me Kwon!! :00000 *MEGA HUG*

" I could only imagine how SooSunHyo argued coming up w/ that name."--Holy crap hahahahaha I almost want to write about that. They'd be so cracktastic.

Complimentary SeoTae for youuuuu. :3

I couldn't have this harassing cutie talk about how awesome she is without bringing up her freakishly long fingers, right?? I laughed while I typed all that silliness.

No need to bow. A huggle is fine. ^^ Thanks, love~
the birth of a fictiondiademplayer on May 30th, 2014 12:36 pm (UTC)
this is fucking cute omf
checkinyourbra: tiffany02checkinyourbra on June 12th, 2014 11:42 pm (UTC)
Hahaha why, thank you very much for reading. ^___^

Edited at 2014-06-12 11:43 pm (UTC)
yuukistar22yuukistar22 on May 30th, 2014 02:48 pm (UTC)
Brb, at strip club
checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on May 31st, 2014 03:57 am (UTC)
I don't expect you to be anywhere else, fellow perv. <3
yuukistar22yuukistar22 on July 8th, 2014 12:12 am (UTC)
They had a special 2-4-1 offer at the strip club so it's understandable why I took so long...I mean, how could I just ignore such an opportunity?

First of all, sorry for being an ass and being invisible for these past couple of months ;-; I got myself a job as soon as I got back from uni and it's pretty demanding of my time, but hey, at least I can proudly call myself a 'busty barmaid' now....or as my customers like to call me .___.


THIS is my ray of sunshine of a cloudy day because oh my fuck this is the funniest thing I've read ever. THE BANTER IS ENDLESS ARGH. I strive to try some of Yoona's amazing one liners on my significant other....but I don't think she'll take it well XD Yoona is my saviour <3 *secretly applies to be in the Womb Raiders* just for funsies

I could sit here and drone on about how 80% of this made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt but I won't bore you ;D Just know that this is amazing and I bow in your greatness~ Not gonna lie though my heart twinged when I reached the end because I really didn't want it to end on such a cute note ARGH *internally screams*

Awesome stuffs bb, glad you're back, this world is too big for just one perv <3
checkinyourbra: yoona02checkinyourbra on July 16th, 2014 12:26 am (UTC)
Guuuurrrrlll noooo don't turn down such an opportunity. >:)) *proud fellow perv*

*forgets everything typed before "busty barmaid"* E-excuseeee me?? BOOBS?!?! BOOOOBBBSSS????

I LET LOOSE ON THE BANTER. I TOLD YOU I WOULD/COULD ONE DAY AND I DID. IT FELT AMAZING. Yeaaaaahhhh I think only Yoongie or some other fortunate individual can pull of many of her 'lines'....there's a demanding list of qualifications for Womb Raiders, missy!!! :P

Hahaha quotes don't bore me, bb. ^^ I appreciate the bowing....howaboutyoubowyourselfontoacomputerandwritemoresmut?

Ohhhh you and your constant sexual state. YES, I ENDED ON A CUTE NOTE. I LIKE CUTE THINGS.

Thank youuuu for reading. I am back. :33

yuukistar22yuukistar22 on July 16th, 2014 01:55 pm (UTC)
YESSSSSS BOOBS???? I HAVE BOOOOBBBS??? *LOOKS DOWN* AWWWWW YEAH. No but really, yes I have boobs and i've been blessed/cursed with a all too large chest for my body *nods* BOOOOOBBBBBS BOOOOBBS ARE GREAT YASSSS

GAWD YOU'RE SO NEEDY FOR MY SMUT ;D I AM IN THE PROCESS OF WRITING A 4 PARTERRRRRR WHICH WILL INCLUDE SMUT SO SHHHHHHHH IT WILL BE HERE....SOON.....KINDA HEH ;D And and and also in the process of writing the alternative ending to 'Almost' which is smutty smut smut of course ;)

checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on August 17th, 2014 02:28 am (UTC)
FOUR PARTER WITH SMUT!??!!? *screams into a megaphone* YAAAAAAASSSSSS


I'm just ready for you to post ANYTHING. I got dat yuuki thirst. D:

yuukistar22yuukistar22 on August 17th, 2014 02:59 am (UTC)

All boobies are great ;D I have universal love for all boobs <3

I won't be posting for a while, since I'm planning to finish this 4-parter before I post the first part or else it'll be like Don't Trust etc.etc. all over again .__. (I'm still working on chapter one for that *sighs*) I'm switching back and fourth between three different fics so I'll post which one i finish first XD Your Yuuki thirst will be quenched soon, my dear ;D <3
xsunray: Yoonaxsunray on May 30th, 2014 03:11 pm (UTC)
After Lemon Party I told myself to never ever google strange words that I don't know in your fic.
I must be masochistic. ohmigoshitselevenatnightandigoogledascarywoman.
Good thing the story was long enough for me to actually forget about the images I saw by the end, but now i'm recalling them again. alkjfjaf;asdfkaghkasglalsjg D:<

AWWW THIS FIC IS SOOOOOO CUTE. I'M DYING FROM THE AWESOMENESS OF THE DIALOGUES. Their banter made my day! Genius, LA <3 Oh, and the rants on Zeus XD

And the reference to Yoong's fingers :shiftaaay:

I really wanna pick out the lines that I love but, when I tried, it hit me that I'm actually in love with all of them. Your writing style is soooo fantastic, I think I'm fangirling even more now *blush*

Edit: and in celebration of Yoona's fingers birthday, I've decided to use this pic~

Edited at 2014-05-31 08:15 am (UTC)
checkinyourbra: yoona01checkinyourbra on June 12th, 2014 11:46 pm (UTC)
LEMON PARTAAAAAYYYY Bahahahhaa omg I love trolling you. Did you really Google her at nighttime? omgggggg hahahahahaha

Thank goodness! I don't want to cause you nightmares. Just temporary cringing. :3

Lemon Party. hehe.

Zeus is such a d-bag. I'm here to show THE WORLD. This was really fun to right. So happy that you had fun reading it, bb. :3333

You know I had to bring up DEM FINGERS. *swooning*

Gahhhh fangirl you. See ya at the front of the queue ;D

THANK YOUUU. Yoona should never hide her hands. They're divine~~~
I la- la- la- love youregreted on May 30th, 2014 10:00 pm (UTC)
OH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SIX FAILED TRIES????? clearly she's undeserving of a 'womb raider' title. although you know dem fingahs must be what kept her in. but aren't the wonderful, i'm sure they are. \

you slayed me with laughter and i've missed your style so much. but the image of yoona taking down a huge man was pretty hilarious.
anyways as usual, i love you, i hope you write more and see you next time.
checkinyourbra: yoona02checkinyourbra on June 12th, 2014 11:42 pm (UTC)

Hahahhahahhaa dang the truth in that statement. After failure number three, they should have told her to try again next year. OMG DEM FINGERS. ♥♥ They would sway me into ignoring her lack of game, no doubt. :3

Yeeeeyy laughter. :DDD Sorry I've been on and off. Life is so...lifey.

I'll write more. Thank you for commentinggg. ^^
whyyyyyyyparachuterawr on May 31st, 2014 11:00 am (UTC)
YASSSSSSS the sexy banters between the pretty faces was expected, ofc.

Yoona's determination *cough*nevergoingtostopuntilyousayyes*cough* usually turns me off so much but it's quite the opposite here. Idk what you did, you you you magician you.

You have so much game. Is this how you get girls???? *teachmemaster!* ;)

Bb! So glad you still love the 9 pervy angels. Let's never give up on them! <3

Edited at 2014-05-31 12:15 pm (UTC)
checkinyourbra: yoona01checkinyourbra on June 12th, 2014 11:39 pm (UTC)
When checkinyourbra's around, banter is sure to follow. ^___^

I'm flattered to mold Yoona's less-than-desirable qualities into something you can stand. >:DD I indeed us MAGIC. Thanks for noticing.

W-whaat?? >__> *sweats* I....I don't know what you're talking about. Game? What game? ;P

I still looooove them. Glad you do, too, love. ♥
razor_funkyduderazor_funkydude on June 1st, 2014 09:49 am (UTC)
A very refreshing and enjoyable read... :)

I really like Yoona's confidence here... The banter between them was very amusing. ^_^

Looks like Yoona got her chance and Tiffany is excited.
checkinyourbra: yoona01checkinyourbra on June 12th, 2014 11:36 pm (UTC)
Such kind wordsss. >.
dashesnelipsis: jetisoodashesnelipsis on June 1st, 2014 02:12 pm (UTC)
checkinyourbra: yoona02checkinyourbra on June 12th, 2014 11:34 pm (UTC)
Their fictional university in Seoul!! Here are the requirements:

1. Meet their visual requirements.
2. Take nude photos of yourself so they have blackmailing material in case you ever betray the WR trust.
3. Come out to 3 family members.
4. Make everyone in the group laugh at least once.
5. Hit on a hot girl until she gives up her number.

Happy raiding~~
dyestaindyestain on June 4th, 2014 02:02 am (UTC)
If I were in Tiffany's position I honestly wouldn't know whether to punch Yoona, or jump her. The banter was really enjoyable to read though ;)

On a side note, Taeyeon is such an old person!
checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on June 12th, 2014 11:31 pm (UTC)
Hahahah you would totally jump her, right?? ;P And you know banter's one of my favorite things. Yeeeeyyy <3

Omg Taeyeon. 'Old person' is a very apt description. xDD

Thankssssss, bb~~
sle3piesle3pie on November 22nd, 2014 11:03 am (UTC)
I finally, FINALLY got around to reading this about half a year later.
Was a nice one shot, reminded me a little of my uni days, although nothing like that ever happened, though I did spend plant of times socialising in the library.
And the weather, not sure of that's just Tiffany being unprepared, or Melbourne weather.
Looking forward to the Taengsic!!
checkinyourbra: tiffany01checkinyourbra on November 26th, 2014 04:53 pm (UTC)
The return of Sle3pie!!! Hewwo, love~~

Has it been half a year? O___O Oh, gawd.

Yeah, my uni days were eventful, but not THIS eventful. Oh, there were definitely 24-hour school buildings where I practically lived when projects got heavy. >.<

Is Melbourne weather like that, too? Reminds me of Florida. xDD

Shhhhhhhh the TaengSic....hehehe. I'm pushing at it, bb. Trying my hardest to finish. Thanksss <33
(Anonymous) on December 19th, 2015 11:27 pm (UTC)
It's a me, Yaaas Anon! Only 1.5 ish years late to the party XD. I came here after you mentioned it in part 3 of GG (and I definitely needed this wonderful funny fluff after part 4). This is a really fun piece!

Tiff's comeback line about being a "giant vagina" and the Womb Raiders (omg, that club name) made me ROFL! I'm not sure if Yoong's persistence is admirable or obnoxiously pushy, but it was fun to read and to see Tiff's reactions to it ;P! Also, Tae the homebody telling Tiff to go outside was so quirky and fun to picture.

Even within the fluff there's still a lot of feels and heart. I felt the feels when Tiff talked about her ex.

Thanks for sharing this piece, Bra!
checkinyourbra: yoona02checkinyourbra on December 22nd, 2015 02:26 am (UTC)
YAAAAS ANON ON A ONESHOT. :OO This is a very special first of us. Let me absorb the moment.


NOW, onward!!

HAHAHAHAH you actually read this after GG Chap 4??!?! hahahahaaah that cracks me up

LOL the giant vagina. Had to reread it myself. WELP. And omggg could you imagine a college group of lesbians that looked like Soshi?!?! Raided Wombs indeed. :OOO

Yoong's obnoxiousness only works because it's Yoong. Imagine just some rando bothering you. >.< Though, you're right. It supplies more opportunities for bantering/bickering/flirting.


Awwwwww thanks, bb. Glad this fluff could help a bit. hehehe

Thanks for reading. <3333