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01 January 2015 @ 12:07 am
Skandl! [01]  

Title: Skandl! [Chapter 01]

Pairing(s): TaengSic, side!YulTi

Rating/Genre: R; AU Idol Romance

Warning(s): Some sexual themes, language.

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

Author's Notes: Woo000ooo 2015 and surprise!! I’m not trapped in a lion’s den or anything. Still around and here to bestow a new ongoing onto y’alls eyeballs. My real ((read: long)) author's note is at the end of the post. Happy reading! I look forward to hearing from you. ^^

One: Taeyeon


Kim Taeyeon heaved a lungful of warm, colorless air. She took a second breath. Slower, more stable. Breathing exercises rarely set her nerves at ease on nights like these; though, they’d become her ritual. Her silent, personal grasp for consistency before plunging into the unknown.

An erratic, risky, fickle unknown.

Her eyes fixed onto the blinking red dot overhead. Its feeble glow held her fate; measured her minutes. Seconds, actually.

Hands emerged from the depths of black--lightly grazing her dark fringe, dabbing her bottom lip with a sweet substance, tilting her head upwards as if she couldn’t regulate her own muscles. Taeyeon swatted that hand away. She knew where to point her chin. Upwards, at the red light.

The hands disappeared, trailing the sound of shuffling soles down metal steps.

Soon, a crank came to life.

She repeated her exercise, tasting peach on her tongue from the strong gloss. Its flavor had a soothing effect as her small platform ascended. Air around her remained stagnant, suffocating. It was always this way in such a space--possibly to push a person out there. Kind of like a baby bird. Dropped from the nest; claiming her place in the heights. The red dot fell level with her eyeline once the electric pulley squeaked to a halt.

Her fingertips grazed the studded earpiece that’d begun a static hum.

That’s when she noticed the tail end of applause. Taeyeon had no idea when it’d started. Nevertheless, it sent a burst of conviction through her veins.

The red light stopped blinking.

Velvet curtains parted, sending a breeze through her bangs. She closed her eyes and took two more breaths. In fact, she swore she could hear the crowd breathing, too, anticipating her success and wishing failure simultaneously.

A spotlight’s hot ray illuminated Taeyeon in circle of white. The audience went wild.

She waited. Waited until the clapping died down. Until the sound cues on her earpiece picked up with the faintest sputter. The mic in her sweaty grip felt about fifty pounds as she lifted it to her lips. She swallowed the last bit of fear before that leap into the unknown. The tune from a piano filled the thick air.

Her lips part.


Ave Maria,” she sang, thankful for those countless days of practice.

Jungfrau mild,
Erhöre einer Jungfrau Flehen,
Aus diesem Felsen starr und wild
Soll mein Gebet zu dir hin wehen.

Lyrics flowed from her lungs as if she’d written the composition herself. Mascara-heavy eyelashes pinched closed, even as the platform slowly made its way down to the stage.

Taeyeon’s lungs were tight and controlled. A tear fell from to her eye. Amazed at her own singing. So many sore throats, pronunciation corrections, and directions down to this very moment.

Her moment.

“Da uns dein heil'ger Trost anweht;
Der Jungfrau wolle hold dich neigen,
Dem Kind, das für den Vater fleht.
Ave Maria.”

Final words of the piece’s segment echoed from the her throat. Taeyeon counted the milliseconds until one of her favorite sounds--the sharp crack of palms colliding--brought a sense of relief to her heart. Piano keys continued as she got to her feet. The dainty hand not holding the mic smoothed the side of an extravagant white dress--the same one used in a music video. The claps diminished by the time she reached her designated post center stage. Head hung low, her thick curtain of brown hair casted a shadow over her eyes.

Then, three of the white ceiling lights shut off with an audible bzzt. Her head snapped up, annoyance knitting her brow. Two more lights lost power. Brunette strands clung to her cheeks while she spun in circles, eyes catching each and every lamp follow suit until she stood in total darkness save small LED bulbs lining the curved edge of the stage.

Piano keys slowed to silence.

The clacking of Taeyeon’s heels sounded harsh, hollow as she ran from the left to right side of the stage and ended a confused silhouette in the middle.

Dark figures emerged from the background. Some hopping. Others doing flips. One snatched Taeyeon’s hand and twirled her into another faceless being who seamlessly stole the mic and pranced to a less crowded part of the mob.

Several beats dropped so heavily that her teeth rattled. By then, the stage held over twenty-four ominous characters moving in and out of sync, creating strobe-like chaos in deep contrast to the purity of her dress. By then, a hazy glow re-lit the stage and fog shot from an offstage machine. Taeyeon dug her fingers through her long tresses and they slipped through effortlessly for her to tug at the ends, gasping for air between ear-splitting screams.

A spotlight reappeared stage left. There, a tall, curvy woman donning jet black hair and a knowing smirk appeared. Her dress was similar, yet shorter and all-black. Her blood red heels whirled like fireballs as she bolted toward the other girl. The spotlight chased the action.

The woman--Yuri-- hoisted her by the waist with practiced ease and they twirled twice, ending with a bow at Taeyeon’s feet, dusting a kiss at her pale hand with pursed red lips. She tugged Taeyeon back into her arms so they could go on with their dance. Whenever she and the woman made eye contact, she caught a twinkle. Doing great.

Ambient sound effects harmonized with the thumping rhythm as another light heated stage right. There stood a shorter woman sporting mid-neck-length silver hair. Sharply styled bangs swept over in crescent curls and her full coquettish lips bent into a smirk of her own. Sunny. She waited with her hand on her hip a few seconds longer before dashing for the couple. Her equally black dress blurred into smoke under the bleeding light rays.

Taeyeon jerked from the taller one’s grasp and willfully fell into the Sunny’s arms. She flicked her head roughly to the side to reveal naughty eyes. Taeyeon’s expression reflected enough fear to look away dramatically. They scurried off a few feet away and initiated their own dance--made up of coordinated arm waving and tight, hasty spins.

Yuri returned, taking hold of Taeyeon’s dress to snatch her away. Silver-haired girl latched onto the back of her dress, secured onto a hidden strap. They yanked at the same time to rip the dress to supposed shreds. It left a dress as short as theirs in all its blanched glory.

Twenty-four jumping black creatures returned and circled the group. A mic reappeared in Taeyeon’s hand and she raised it to her lips. Once she sang, half the figures fled offstage. Her two members’ distinct voices joined in for their comeback single, “Love Cut Open”.

Her dance formations were delivered with precision, as far as Taeyeon’s painstaking senses could detect. Her partners didn’t stumble, though she expected nothing less. At the final chorus point, an electric guitar made its way to Yuri, the tall woman with the dark hair and ever-upturned red lips. She tore through the chords as Sunny and Taeyeon went on in their part of the routine.

Taeyeon mentally noted this segment could have been executed with more power. To compensate, she took Sunny’s hand and gave an extra spin for effect. Yuri’s eyes closed, in the zone as the song hit its climax.

As lead singer, Taeyeon put everything into her final verses. Directed to the doubters. The haters. Those to who held her back. Competition. Damn, the competition. Tears stung her eyes, but she didn’t care. She worked hard for those trickles of moisture.

In the final set, as Yuri’s guitar revved louder and louder, Taeyeon held out her hand and felt another there prepared for her concluding action. Sunny resisted a bit, throwing her head back. Taeyeon had to admit it was very sexy. Natural.

Taking a bit of improv license, she clutched a rough handful of silver hair. Sunny grunted--she’d lay an earful about that later. It didn’t slow her from rolling into Taeyeon’s arms.

Taeyeon bent Sunny back courtier-style and closed her eyes. Her lips almost brushed Sunny’s before all the stage lights cut off completely. Only the final note from Yuri’s guitar left a trance of energy. Kinetic shuffling preceded the only reasonable reaction:

Deafening applause.

Taeyeon hadn’t been a fan of the whole “demons battling over an angel” concept. Yet, she relented--that’d been cool.

Skandl, they called themselves. Arguably the most badly-behaved girl group in South Korea. Consisting of “Silent, aloof” Kwon Yuri, “Sex Kitten” Lee Sunkyu aka Sunny, and the lead vocalist, “Innocent-eyed badass” Kim Taeyeon.

Touting a name like Skandl, the public assumed one thing: they were scandalous. Eye rolls during variety shows. Swearing on radio shows despite warnings by frustrated censors. Suggestive lyrics made parents and fuddy-duddies clutch their pearls. A few unsuccessful religious groups protesting their controversial themes were drowned out by Skandl’s success.

It was their very first comeback special not involving other entertainers within Lim Theatrics Entertainment, their company. At last, a chance to showcase their past hits from the previous three years in the business and top it off with that killer ending performance: the headlining single of their newest album, Love Cut Open.

Skandl, owned by Andy Lim, a CEO who doubled as an art geek himself, boasted freedom every other Korean record label envied.

However, being in a group named Skandl didn’t mean doing whatever they wanted. Many of their “scandals” were staged or straight-up fabricated, to Taeyeon’s chagrin. It made her feel inauthentic, similar to competing idol groups. While small issues like a sharp tongue or a dildo joke were left for the media to consume, big factors like the three of them being high on ecstasy for their stint on Running Man were denied vehemently.

Largest scandal under wraps? Their sexuality.

“Goin’ to call your girlfriend?” Sunny asked, wiping her face of caked makeup and sweat. Her voice remained low to not echo around the small backstage room.

“Yeah,” Yuri grinned at her phone. “She tried ringing me twenty times. Congrats in order?”

“Sexy congrats, more like it.”

“I hope.”

Taeyeon’s gut tensed at the conversation. She eyed the clock on the wall. “Not coming back to the dorm with us?”

“I’ll meet you bitches later. Have fun without me,” Yuri replied as she knotted her long hair into a ponytail.

Sunny scoffed, sniffing at her underarm. “You’re the one bogged down with a girlfriend. Of course we single ladies are gonna have fun. Right, Tae?”

Taeyeon nodded, thumbing at her phone for the latest press. From the corner of her eye, she noted Sunny and Yuri exchange knowing glances.

“Make sure that one has a blast,” Yuri called out from the door, pointing a finger.

Sunny shooed her away. “I got it under control.”

“Checking for reviews is my kinda fun,” Taeyeon mumbled, scanning the front page of the most popular Korean pop websites. Skandl had already claimed the headline for three-fourths of the pages. On the other sites, the non-updated pages’ top story had her blood boiling. Feeling the tension, Sunny wrestled the smartphone from her hands.

“None of this!” she snapped, evading Taeyeon’s swinging hands. “I will fucking break this if you don’t contain yourself.”

Recalling more than one phone-in-toilet incident, Taeyeon backed off. “God, it’s like you’re against me watching out for our damn livelihood.”

“We slayed tonight. No doubt about it.”

“But the--” Taeyeon’s words cut short from her friend’s severe look.

“Your fixation on beating them is obsessive.”

“They’re the ones to fucking beat!”

Indeed. Despite Skandl’s overall success and penchant for fresh ideas and stellar shows, they remained number two in popularity. Number two to what Taeyeon (and others) described as the “Goliath of the Industry.”

Sunny crossed her arms, fully done. “Collect your shit. We’re getting drunk off our asses.”

“We have a show tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow night.

“I’ll take a shot or two. Nothing more.”

Pleased with the compromise, Sunny slid her duffel bag onto her shoulder and headed to the door. “Jinho should be out back in the van. Tonight’s gonna go out with a bang.”

Taeyeon gathered her scattered items, slipping her feet into comfortable sneakers. As she stood up, her eyes locked on a paper stamped onto the wall closest to her.

‘Ladies’ Comeback Season is Here!’ the black-and-white copy read. Taeyeon had little time to smile at their on-point night when she noticed a hierarchy of the three groups featured. Skandl and Chickasaurus, a rap quartet, shared the mid-section of the layout. The upper section, however, showed only a single group: six beautiful women in designer dresses--their name printed below their feet in cursive letters almost as big as Skandl’s picture. Lucky Six.

Skandl. Forever number two to the Six.

Taeyeon pinched the top corner of the page and carefully ripped a strip, leaving twelve beautifully dismembered legs. She balled up the piece of paper and sent it skimming across the floor.

Elite Entertainment’s Lucky Six: Their obstacle from being the best in Asia. The Goliath.

Sadly, it seemed like no puny slingshot could bring them down.

“Bottoms up!”

“Wait!” Taeyeon, exclaimed, spilling a stream of her full shot glass. “Salt?”

“Oops. Sorry about that.” Rather than grabbing the salt shaker, Sunny held up her own hand to the girl’s face.

Taeyeon narrowed her eyes with a coy grin just as she leaned over to lick the crest of Sunny’s salted skin. They shared a closeness that’d gone beyond their quest for stardom. From day one of trainee camp, the two had been drawn to one another in what Taeyeon could only describe as a flirtatiously friendly bond.

The alcohol burned way more than it should. Maybe because of her bitter mood. For this, Sunny poured three shots instead of two. Taeyeon sunk her teeth into the lime slice. Yuri and Sunny often made a giggly fuss over her inclination towards “chick drinks,” but really--this was like taking a shot of lighter fluid.

“Good girl,” Sunny cooed, rubbing at her silken, outstretched legs. They dressed down the moment they got to their LTE-sanctioned dorm apartment. In only a tank top and shorts, Sunny did look especially attractive. Taeyeon shook her head and sucked hard on a second piece of lime. It was the alcohol talking, surely.

“What’s this dark one?” Taeyeon nodded to the next drink in line--an amber-tinted liquid.

Sunny closed her eyes and quaffed directly from the bottle. “Whiskey.”

That shot didn’t sting as badly as the first. “Mm. It’s smooth.”

“Kickass comeback present?” The other girl held out an unlit joint between her painted thumb and pointer finger.

Taeyeon grabbed it eagerly, running it under her nose. “Only marijuana, right? Nothing special in here that’ll make me kiss everyone I see?”

“Trust me. You’ll be kissing only one person tonight.”


At that moment, the doorbell rang. Taking advantage of the distraction, Sunny leapt from her dip in the couch to answer. Taeyeon chewed on tart pulp, prepping her weak constitution to down that third drink.

“We have company, Tae.”

Taeyeon glanced up, expecting their third member to waltz into the living room, bragging endlessly about her hot-as-hell girlfriend and how many times she made her come.

Rather, she was greeted by two strangers peeling off their jackets. Women.

“I’m sure you both know Miss Kim,” Sunny teased, gesturing to available seats. The taller one, a tan young thing with light, swooping hair and an adorably pronounced nose took the closest spot to Sunny who immediately threw a leg over her lap. The second girl was much paler with a fresh face contrasting the blackness of her hair and experience carved into her smirk.

“This is Hyeri,” Sunny said, eyes fully concentrated on the tan girl’s lips. Hyeri smiled back at her, large eyes answering several questions.

“Nice...to meet you?” Taeyeon slurred through the slice in her mouth. She had to have looked like an idiot, but she was too apprehensive to care. Unlike her groupmate, she had spotty expertise in casual hookups--though even she knew these ladies were “above average” compared to the common groupie.

The black-haired chick held out a hand. Taeyeon lifted her own for a shake until the girl bypassed it for the shot sitting on the table.

“And you are?” Taeyeon asked, perturbed already.

Sunny broke from a short kiss to make the introduction. “That’s Minah. She’s a fan of yours.”

Her eyes narrowed. The name seemed familiar. “Is that so?”

Minah poured another drink and uttered not a word. Her saucy demeanor spoke enough.

“You’re...of age?” Taeyeon questioned, watching the girl drink.

“Do you want me to be of age?” Minah ran her tongue along the shiny rim of the glass. Taeyeon gulped.

Sunny snickered into Hyeri’s neck. “Of course she’s legal. Why would I bring a kid in here?”

She ignored the vulgar actions occurring between Minah’s tongue and a leftover piece of lime. “Kids are developing quickly nowadays.”

That jarred Minah out of her mysterious tone. “Did you just call me a developing kid?! I’m twenty-one and free to do whatever I want with you.”

Taeyeon blabbed out an apology, cheeks burning. “S-sorry I’m a musician and...you know. Can’t be too careful.”

“As if you can talk, baby face.” The girl stepped forward, jamming pale fingers through Taeyeon’s fringe.

Unpleasant, but she allowed the touch. “It’s the hair, isn’t it? I fucking hate these bangs.”

Directions from the company execs: Long dark brown hair = purity, which would help drive home their angel vs. demon theme.

“You’re fuckin’ whiny, Tae.”

So,” Sunny breathed, caught up with the pair of arms gliding around her back. “I’ll leave you children alone. Hyeri and I shall continue our activities in my room.”

Taeyeon blinked to keep her eyeballs at bay. “Don’t leave me here alone!”

“You’re not alone,” Minah commented pointedly, now sinking short nails into her scalp.

Taeyeon flinched, throwing Sunny a glimpse of desperation. Sunny lipped a “chill out” and closed the bedroom door behind them.

It’d be easy to “chill out” if she wasn’t left with some overaggressive, blade-tongued vixen. Was it really a crime to stay up and survey the incoming results in realtime? She had little experience--not to mention interest--in one-night stands.

“Room all to ourselves,” the vixen purred as she climbed onto Taeyeon’s lap, knee-highs tightening from the swift straddle.

Taeyeon’s heart skipped in surprise. Minah was undeniably attractive. Nothing stopped her gaze from lapping at Minah’s short skirt and virtually transparent top. Said top hovered in her face, displaying a small set of breasts at her eyeline. Minah angled the whiskey bottle to her lips, offering Taeyeon the next swallow. She shook her head no, only for it to be shoved down her throat anyway.

She’d barely finished the imminent set of coughs when Minah’s hands cupped her jaw, pulling Skandl’s leader in for a cozy kiss. Her throat still twitched in pain; the kiss was nice, though. The girl’s lips tasted like the tang of lime beneath whiskey overtones. Perhaps this could help her calm down. What destruction could result from a random sex partner? Sunny did it all the time and came out unscathed.

The warmth of Minah’s fragrant, assertive body rubbed onto her sweatpants, permeating the thick grey fabric. Minah brushed their bottom lips and Taeyeon caught hers softly between her teeth. A deep, throaty whimper encouraged Taeyeon to drag three fingertips along her exposed thigh, an unspoken communication for what would follow. Minah responded by grinding impatiently, seeking firmer friction.

No wonder Sunny celebrated with women! At that moment, there was no earthly pleasure Taeyeon desired more than to fuck this groupie stupid. Felt like ages since she enjoyed breathless pleas vibrating against her ear.

Voice thick with arousal, she past Minah’s crimson lips. “God, I can’t wait to taste you.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Minah broke the kiss to utter in a low, husky voice.

Taeyeon’s eyes flickered open. Something wasn’t right.

“Minah." She nipped at a slick tongue. "What do you do for a living?”

“I’d like to do you for a living.”

She supplied a courtesy laugh, tone ringing clearer. “Your profession.”

Minah ran a wet trail to Taeyeon’s ear. “I dance. And sing.”

An ominous cold swept through her body. Followed by a blazing heat that started in her gut, quickly rocketing to her brain.

“Why do you ask, Tae? Aren’t I good enough for you?”

“I like a girl with ambition.”

“You don’t have to like me.”

“You any good?” Taeyeon leaned into the sofa, making eye contact despite her loins arguing otherwise. “Do you have a company? Are you signed?”

Minah’s tone sobered as well. “I-I may be under your company but--”

“Get off of me!” the shorter girl roared, sending Minah tumbling to the floor as she clawed to her feet.

“What the fuckin’ hell?!”

“No!” She held up an intimidating pointer. “I don’t sleep with trainees. Shit, I knew this was too good to be true.”

“How’s that a big deal?”

Taeyeon would have busted into Sunny’s room, demanding answers, if drawn-out moans weren’t bleeding through the walls. Was Hyeri a trainee, too?

When their front door clicked wide open, Taeyeon whirled in place, expecting the worst. Their manager. Or paparazzi. A nightly news film crew.

Instead of those unlikely choices, Yuri froze in her stance, mouth hung open.

“Dude, am I interrupting?” she asked, wiping both eyes with a thick sleeve. Their puffiness was unmistakable.

“H-have you seen her before?” Taeyeon waved a rude hand in Minah’s general direction.

Yuri kicked the door closed before shouldering out her jacket. “Hell yes. That’s Big Mouth Minah.”

She knew that name sounded familiar.

Big Mouth Minah. A favorite amongst the LTE crop of trainees. Loved for her voice. Hated for her lack of filter. A staff person’s job was terminated a month ago due to her tattle-tale hysterics.

Fear instantly swept over Yuri’s features. “Holy shit! Are you sleeping with Big Mouth Minah?”

“Don’t call me that!” Minah bellowed in her heavy voice, further proving the accuracy of her nickname.

Taeyeon shook out a cold chill, anxiously wiping her hands of damage she almost caused. “Get out of here, Big Mouth.”

Minah’s face went pink with rage. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“That’d be Kim Don’t-Give-a-Damn Taeyeon right there,” Yuri cut in, making herself comfortable on the sofa. “You should go.”

“Tae, she’s kidding, right? We were having fun.” She drew a line down Taeyeon’s arm. Even the tiny hairs disagreed with her presence.

“Call a car. Nothing’s happening between us.” She stepped back from Minah’s reach to finalize her decision.

“Whatever. You’re not even that hot.”

“Make your call from the lobby downstairs, please.”

“Someone might see me!”

Yuri chuckled, stacking the used shot glasses. “Please. You’re not relevant enough.”

A noisy huff later and Big Mouth Minah left the room. It rattled from the force of her door slam.

Taeyeon’s hands rested on her hips while she composed herself. So close. So close to potentially fucking everything up. Should have trusted her instincts in the first place.

A banshee-like wail echoed from Sunny’s room, breaking her concentration.

“Sunny should be more careful.”

Yuri shrugged a shoulder, dumping leftover lime peels into the trash. “She’s a big girl.”

The shorter woman’s eyebrows crinkled. Yuri cleaning meant one of two things: girlfriend problems or more visitors. Finding the latter improbable, she hunted for matching tops of partially-drunken alcohol bottles. “Want to talk about it?”

Yuri paused at the sink. The glasses clinked gratingly into other unwashed dishes. “Is it a good idea to tell you?”

“The most obnoxious trainee in the company hates my guts. Your news can’t suck harder.”

Yuri followed Taeyeon back to the couch. The dark circles under her eyes appeared more pronounced, distressing.

“It’s Fany,” she muttered, eyes traveling to Taeyeon’s for validation.

As expected, Taeyeon groaned. Yep, option one.

Fany. Or, Tiffany Hwang of Lucky Six to the rest of the world. One of the main vocalists, known for her peppy attitude, American roots, and dreadfully overplayed eyesmile. If Taeyeon received a won for every comment praising her “to-die-for-smile”, she could buy out their company and half the country with change to spare.

Taeyeon never hid her animosity towards Lucky Six, so Yuri usually kept her woman woes to herself or Sunny in private. Unfortunately, Sunny was too engaged to chat about relationships. Internally judging, Taeyeon willed herself to keep both ears ready. Maybe they broke up.

“It took forever to get ahold of Fany. When she finally answered the phone, she was hysterical.”

“She break a nail or something?”

Yuri fake laughed, unamused. “I couldn’t make much out, but it had to do with Jinnie.”

God, fucking Bae Jinnie.

If Taeyeon ranked her level of hatred for Lucky Six members, it’d go:

6. Kim Hyoyeon. Main dancer. The member who could openly date and club hop without a media meltdown.

5. Choi Sooyoung. Pencil-thin spokesperson and dancer. Exhibited the only signs of literacy.

4. Im Yoona. Generically perfect model-type. Barely spoke offscreen.

3. Seo Juhyun--Seohyun. Goody-two-shoes singer. Never failed to spare a disapproving side-eye at lesser beings.

2. Tiffany Hwang. Bossy adlib-abuser rivaling Minah in mouth size. Number two for monopolizing a significant chunk of Yuri’s free time.

1. Bae Soojin, otherwise known as Jinnie. Leader and Main vocalist. Bitchy traitorous wench.

Taeyeon smirked. Maybe Jinnie died.

“She whispered every other sentence and kept pausing to sob, so I barely understood what the hell she was telling me. One thing’s for sure--Lucky Six is in trouble.”

“Trouble?” Taeyeon parroted, excitement threatening to surface.

“Jinnie’s in trouble. Meaning trouble for the group. Trouble for Fany and...”

“No comeback?” Like previous years, Lucky Six's return smothered any established points of Skandl’s success and shoved it into the shadows.

Yuri shook her head, pupils sealed to the floor. “Indefinitely delayed. Shit, you should have heard how Fany--”

Taeyeon sprung from the worn cushion, pumping her fists in the air. She could no longer hold back the joy. “This is the best news I’ve heard all day...w-week….year!

Yuri’s top lip curled in contempt. “Fany’s hurting, Tae.”

“Fuck Tiffany. Don’t you see?” Her eyes widened as the thrill built up into her chest. “We’ll be number one! At last!”

“How can I appreciate number one if my girlfriend is struggling?”

“God, Yul. She’s not struggling. Those are highest-paid bitches in the business.”

“My girlfriend’s no bitch.”

Grin plastered upon her lips, Taeyeon remembered to raid Sunny’s duffel for her phone. Once she uncovered the beloved device, she scrolled through her music playlist and cranked up “Suckaz Can’t Kill Mah Swag” by Chickasaurus to full volume. Yuri promptly left the living room.

Taeyeon didn’t give a damn. Yuri should have known; she gave her the middle name.

Lucky Six’s comeback delayed.

For the first time in months, she would sleep soundly. Anticipating the gargantuan return of Elite’s biggest cash cow gave her more sleepless nights than a doctor would approve.

The smartphone vibrated in her hand. Their manager’s name never looked so beautiful.

“Narsha! Good evening to you, m’dear.”

Narsha’s distinctly low chuckle brought a bigger smile to her face. “Answering on the first ring, are we? Restless, restless.”

Taeyeon paced the kitchen tile. Her body refused to stay put. “Lay it on me.”

She straightened her throat, ready to dish insider information of the top critics' reactions to Skandl’s comeback performance. A Narsha-Taeyeon tradition. “So far, I’ve gotten ‘shocking,’ ‘terrifying,’ ‘sacrilegious’...”

“Uh huh, uh huh.” Taeyeon nodded with pride.

“Many impressed with the set design. Lauding on the singing--yours specifically. That Ave Maria bit blew them all away. Your practice paid off.”

“Fuck yes.”

“Our ‘Artists Not Idols’ slogan’s goin’ places. #Doyouwantaskandl is trending number one on Twitter. In short, we shut down any other entertainment news. Have you read reviews yet?”

Taeyeon clucked her tongue against her teeth. “No, Sunny blocked me.”

“You ladies should be proud.”

“Damn, this is awesome.” She pulled the collar of her shirt to wipe her dripping eyes. “These last few months have been bloody brutal.”

“I have more news for you,” Narsha’s voice lowered to a sultry, seductive pitch. Gossip. “It’s about Lucky Six.”

Taeyeon held her tongue. Never reveal first, Sunny taught her long ago regarding management. Never reveal her cards. “What about them?”

“Heard through the grapevine that the lead singer’s knocked up.”

The impact of the statement threw Taeyeon into a recliner. “Shut up.”

“By a foreigner.”

“Holy shit!”

“Little mama’s on the first boat back to her chinsy country hometown for family planning. Can’t raise a baby in the cutthroat showbiz environment, after all.”

This was better than anything Taeyeon could imagine. Besides death. “This..this means…”

“Bae Soojin’s contract has been everything but shredded. No leader. No group.”

The collar of her shirt darkened from heavier tears.

“Tae. Lucky Six is done.”

“I love you, Narsha.”

“Be grateful for your ass-kicking work ethic and lack of peen intake.”

Narsha had hardly hung up before the phone slipped from Taeyeon’s suspended hand.

Done. Lucky Six.


Everything Taeyeon’d fought for led to this point.


Goliath’s downfall. Bae Jinnie’s misfortune. Credited to a faulty condom and tenacious sperm.

The night definitely did go out with a bang.

Kim Taeyeon didn’t have a god. Yet, that night, she fell to her knees and gave thanks.

[Big ol' A/N.]

‘Sup SONEs and various fic readers!

I’m not a fan of downplaying/boosting up/spoiling my fic chapters in the initial A/N, so I left it here. This will probably be the most you’ve seen from me in a note. Imagine me seductively caressing my keys as I throw down some deets. I mean, it may not be too interesting, but bishes be curious. :P

I really wasn’t expecting to post another long ongoing ((longoing??)) after WGTG. Not that I didn’t have many ideas for new ones. Just didn’t see it happening.

Early in 2014, I had a few sprouting feels for an idol fic. The pairing wasn’t TaengSic, though. I think it involved Seohyun and...man, it’s so different now. Anyway, life made me its bitch. Fandom shizz went down. Dating news, admittedly, does put a temporary damper on stories. But, I’m too gay and writey for that bizz. Somewhere down the line, I flirted with the TaengSic pairing. The more I flirted, the more I liked. Then, Taeyeon’s dating news came out and I thought--oh god, I’ll be one of those fans trying to re-write history via fiction. Actually, that’s not a bad thing, I suppose. Only...I keep things AU and writing an idol fic around Soshi’s DATING EXTRAVAGANZA got a little dicey for me. Seriously--things I wrote kinda happened irl and I was not about that crystal ball life. Plus, it’s an ongoing. Too much commitment. I relayed my fic interests elsewhere. Into the dungeon this fic went. I think it had like three or four chapters then? Not sure. It wasn’t a lot.

Months later, I thought about the fic again. Read it a bit; didn’t hate it. I went, “Oooh, maybe I’ll rekindle--” *reggae horns blare* SICAGATE HAPPENED. CRINGING, I LOCKED THIS FIC BACK IN THE DUNGEON. Left in the cold with only a pink light stick and a dream. Later, a little someone named Rayface (xsunray on LJ!) and I were exchanging pieces of abandoned fic for funsies. She really liked what I had for this story. Somehow, that ‘mo convinced me to break its shackles and allow it to sit at the dining room table again. I gave it several revamps, Botox, a tummy tuck, tweaked the outline, and got chuggin’ at the chapters again.

I’m far from an expert in the idol world, especially in Korea. Ah, well. It’s fanfic and I hope you won’t have to suspend belief too much. It’s AU. Some similarities to other idol acts may occur in a quasi-AU way. Don’t give that too much thought. ‘Cause beyond the overall setting, this is a love story. And I like writing those. Expect drama, fluff, humor, some angst, sex...the usuals, really.

Anyways, I’m excited to be actively contributing to the ficdom world again. If you read this whole thing, #bless you. Treat yourself to a five-course meal. Charge it to Im Yoona’s account.

Last but certainly not least, I still love all the SNSD members--former or not. Really.



Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Current Music: f(x)- Red Light
xsunray: Taeyeonxsunray on January 1st, 2015 05:10 am (UTC)


Okay. Calm. Zen.

My baby Taeyeon (oh yay i created a i love taeyeon and omg hot fingers dp just for this) has been freed from your dingy much eww shouldn't exist fic dungeon. *cries a tear or two* months of bugging you etc hasn't gone to waste. *kisses taeyeon all over*

okay on to the fic (i spazzed so much privately, i'm currently lacking in steam)

Skandl, i love the group name and the group's attitude. Such a refreshing change to stuffy girl groups even though it's AU.

I'm shipping dandyu right now. THEY SHOULD KISS AT LEAST. THOUGH IDEALLY THEY SHOULD BE FUCKING. WELP. Jessica needs to come in soon before i ship dandyu hardcore.

The comeback scene was epic, i pictured it in my head and woww it's kinda musical-ish? all the dramatic moves and stuff plus the angel vs devil concept behind it. tearing taeyeon's clothes off is a nice touch. i mean. the stage impact you know. nothing shifty at all. yep.

I love Taeyeon here (Yuri and Sunny as well but Tae omg)
She has this compulsive side which is annoyingly adorable, the heartlessness even towards her own bandmate's gf woes is cute (i think i'm just blinded now), and omg the way she described Lucky Six. I think I'm in love.

Taeyeon willed herself to keep both ears ready. Maybe they broke up. --- this taeyeon is evil in such a cute way, i just want to cuddle her. hehehe.

okay lemme veer away from Taeyeon for a bit. Sunny isn't the straight/single/5ever alone (she better not be) bestie hereeee! omg she's ladykiller lee soonkyu YAAAS. i love you for this! ...as long as you don't torture her too much later on >_> and show-your-boobies Narsha as their manager :3

THIS IS EPIC WILL BE EPIC AND I JUST KNOW IT. Now, gimme the next chapter~

andyoumentionedmeinyourAN HEHEHHEE <3 <3 <3

Edited at 2015-01-01 12:02 pm (UTC)
checkinyourbra: taeyeon03checkinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 05:07 pm (UTC)
Rayface!! My resident Taeyeon stan. //huggles

Wow. Many Zen. Peace peace peace.

Tsk. Didn't have a Taeyeon DP yet? Well, this story showed up just in time to persuade you, didn't it?? LISTEN. LISTENNNNN. My dungeons could be worst. Abandoned fics may not get a ton of sunlight, but I feed them twice a month AND they get free aircon, soo....

Omg and was that spazz spam absolutely amazing. THE GREAT RAY. BRINGING ALL GOOD THINGS FROM THE DEAD/INACTIVITY.

Yusss. I wish this group was real. I'd stan them so hard. OF COURSEEEEE you ship Dandyu. I mean, why wouldn't you? They're totally cute and you're so *predictable*. :33 Are you gonna hang pressedness about Fail!SunSica over my head until the end of time, bb? Not that I mind. //evillaugh

THANK YOUUU for loving the comeback scene. Most description you'll get out of me. I was so nervous that it was...too long? But when I went through it, nothing felt extra enough to cut. YES! It's supposed to be musical/theatre-ish. ...and I'm sure you were very :shifty: about Taeyeon's torn dress. TRANSPARENT.

'Annoyingly adorable' and 'compulsive' are a good ways to put it so far. I love writing rude characters and I didn't want to squander my chances. I'm sure your love is true...well, we'll see, actually. There's still many chapters to go~

Yaaaaaaaasss ladykiller Sunny! I hope she's like this irl behind the scenes. >_>


하류cateyes330 on January 1st, 2015 05:33 am (UTC)
Omg you wrote Taengsic!!!! I needa spaz for a bit before I start reading!!! Brb!!!
checkinyourbra: taeyeon04checkinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 04:04 pm (UTC)
That I did! I recall wayyyy back in WGTG with you mentioning your burning love for TaengSic. :P Andddd I've read some of your fic since then, so I know it still exists~~ haha

Spazz all you want, bb. I hope you enjoy it. >.
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razor_funkyduderazor_funkydude on January 1st, 2015 07:04 am (UTC)
Oh.. This seems interesting can't wait for the next update! :)
checkinyourbra: taeyeon01checkinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 04:05 pm (UTC)
Interesting?? I'll take it! Update in...a few days? That seems reasonable, right? ;D

Thanks for reading, bb~
wiildestdreamswiildestdreams on January 1st, 2015 07:48 am (UTC)
HOW IS THIS ALREADY SO PERFECT??? no seriously i need to know because??? wow i'm so excited for the next update you have no idea
checkinyourbra: jessica05checkinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 04:06 pm (UTC)
HOW IS THIS COMMENT SO PERFECT??? hehehehe gaaaaaahhhhh my heart. I really hope I deliver for y'all. STAY EXCITED, PREASE. :)))

Thanks for dropping by. :DD
(Anonymous) on January 1st, 2015 03:27 pm (UTC)
I love this taeyeon :)) and i can't wait for jessica jung's entrance into this fic 😏
checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 04:07 pm (UTC)
I love my rude idol Taeyeon, too. So, it makes me happy that you feel the same. :')

Ah yes, Jessica. Wonder when that'll happen~

Thank you for popping in, Anon bb. ^^
boxxsaltzboxxsaltz on January 1st, 2015 05:35 pm (UTC)
Finally. Final-freakin-ly. You have my attention and I need more of “Suckaz Can’t Kill Mah Swag” by Chickasaurus because their name and that song title just make me snort so hard.

"The Goliath.

Sadly, it seemed like no puny slingshot could bring them down."

Nice. I was waiting for a David and Goliath metaphor and BOOM. You great, bug.

Hurry and update so I can consume more of your words and snicker and enjoy the fun that's going to happen. Can't wait for Sica's entrance. Will I fall in love with her right off? I bet I will.

Until then, m'lady

Boxx out!
checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 05:13 pm (UTC)
Ayyyyyyyyyyyy *shows up covered head-to-toe in Chickasaurus-wear* We all need at least one tryhard/ratchet rap group if we're talkin' kpop, y/y??

I'm proud no to miss that metaphor opportunity. Don't wanna disappoint my favorite Boxx. ~__~

WILLLLLL YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH JESS?? Idk. But please do have fun while you peek around this Checksie-vision of the idol world lolll. I'm sure you'll find many a thing that'd you'd describe as "so me" along your journey.

Laters, Boxx butt! And thank youuu~~~
(Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2015 11:21 am (UTC)
CHICKASAURUS HAD ME FROM THE GET GO!!!! Couldnt care less about dem low class cholas, Skandl and Lucky Six they be lame pffftttt

BB IZ BACK YASSSSS!! This is interesting for sure, when I read the idol theme, not gonna lie, I was a bit hesitant. I mostly steer away from idol-themed fic (emphasized on MOSTLY cus damn you Endless Season), but I gave it ago cus IT'S MAH BB. So glad that I did cus 1.They all be ghei 2. They all be ghei 3. They all be ghei 4. It's not Soshi (got my priorities right). Came across several fics with similar plot (Idol rivalry) and they bore me, but you GOT THE VIIIIBEEEEE, VIIBEEEEE, YOU GOT THE VIBBEEEEEE....but I digress, my apology. Where was I? oh yes, you have ways to make things interesting, and it's very clever I must say.

Can't wait for the next update where Rexieboo, the Supreme Leader of Chickasaurus would make an appearance *poses fiercely*., and before you deny my imagination to the moon and back, lemme hope okr??....no really, I'm seriously hoping #notsorry

Congrat's bb, another job well done, all hail the Lingerie!
checkinyourbra: taeyeon03checkinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 05:20 pm (UTC)
Did you or your ~tail~ decide Chickasaurus didn't fall under the 'low-class chola' umbrella? Cuz........//shrug. Nvm. ((And I'll write some lines from that song when my mind's not so full and I can just goooooooooo with the floooooooowwwww))

I'M BACK. YES. WITH FIC. I can understand that hesitance, dahling. This is nothing, nothinggggg close to Endless Season (kijeok #haimpact), but the thought of writing idol fic even surprises me! Though, here I am! I'm pleased that you pushed past your apprehension of lil ol' me. :333 Gotta keep thangs interesting, gurl. You know me.

"and before you deny my imagination to the moon and back, lemme hope okr??--HAHHAHA Okay, okay. I'll leave you alone for now. Not saying I'll find some other way to pick on you.

Awwwwww :") Thanks for liking this chapter, Dinobutt!
(Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2015 11:32 am (UTC)

I'm so clever I know.... *pats self on the back*

checkinyourbra: jessica05checkinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 05:22 pm (UTC)
Jessica who? Who said there will be Jessica in this fic?

Maybe she'll be the head bitch of Chickasaurus.

/denies back pat

vodkaice9vodkaice9 on January 2nd, 2015 05:25 pm (UTC)
Wow, a TaengSic! Yay! (oops, am I showing my 2 bias too obviously? heehee)

It seems like a dramatic and epic story. Can't wait for Jessica's entrance into the story and how she would fix into the whole scene of idol world.
checkinyourbra: jessica02checkinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 04:15 pm (UTC)
WOW, RIGHT?? Who knew?

Bb, in our fandom, biases aren't secret--enjoy yours! :33

I'll try my best to make this worth reading. ^^ Jessica wandering around this little (big?) world I've drawn up should be pretty fun.

Thank you for landing on my page, vodka!!
yuukistar22yuukistar22 on January 2nd, 2015 10:55 pm (UTC)
checkinyourbra: taeyeon02checkinyourbra on January 4th, 2015 04:16 pm (UTC)

/reads about the lack of body prep

Nooooooooooooooo. Well, it was sweet chit chatting with you the other day. No pressure, babe. Get your work done first. This chapter will be here when your studies are finished. ♥ ♥
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kimchi90kimchi90 on January 6th, 2015 02:34 pm (UTC)
nice, i'll be looking forward to updates. this really caught my attention. now i kinda want a skandl soshi sub-unit to happen haha

Taeyeon is a douche. that's a great characterization lol me gusta...

i really hope there's going to be an epic bitch fight between skandl and lucky six backstage at music bank or something like that. would highly amuse me ;)
although i kinda have the feeling that the three skandl girls could beat up the entire lucky six group lol

i gonna lean back now and wait for Sica's big entrance.
checkinyourbra: taeyeon03checkinyourbra on January 6th, 2015 04:57 pm (UTC)
Kimchibi ((this nickname has grown on me)) I hope this story can hold your attention for its duration //anxiously clicks through docs

Taeyeon the douche! Yes! Alas, like anyone, there's more to her~~

OMG if this were ladies in an actual rock-y situation, maybe. Kpop? Hmmm. Who knows? ;) hahaha I'll find ways of entertaining my Kimchibi. I actually sat down and contemplated such a fight. Not decided yet. LOL.

A readl Skandl subunit? YES, PLEASE.

Thanks for stopping by, bb. ((KIMCHIBI))
rndvlrn on January 9th, 2015 04:00 am (UTC)
Reading backward.
Damn, Taeyeon might as well sign herself up for Anti-Lucky Six Club LOL. She even have the hate list! If that's not a sign I don't know what is. Whatever, it's gonna comeback and bite her in the ass though once Jessica is introduced (Am I right? XD). Can't wait for more Lucky 6 members introduction.

I'm pretty sure as of right now Sunny's life motto is (and I'm sorry but it's true), "Doesn't matter, had sex". If things doesn't work out with Skandl, she could be a pimp but I guess a very bad one LOL.

“Silent, aloof” Kwon Yuri, “Sex Kitten” Lee Sunkyu aka Sunny, and the lead vocalist, “Innocent-eyed badass” Kim Taeyeon.]]—oh my god, these names LOL!

Credited to a faulty condom and tenacious sperm.]]—lmfao

Yuri chuckled, stacking the used shot glasses. “Please. You’re not relevant enough.”]]—Damn! Yuri’s kind of a bitch too! But she will always been puppyul--[[How can I appreciate number one if my girlfriend is struggling?”///“My girlfriend’s no bitch.”]]

Edited at 2015-01-09 04:01 am (UTC)
checkinyourbra: yuri02checkinyourbra on January 12th, 2015 12:48 am (UTC)
Re: Reading backward.
Taeyeon IS the Anti-Lucky Six Club. hahahhahaa

it's gonna comeback and bite her in the ass though once Jessica is introduced (Am I right? XD)--You know what's up. And you'll learn more about the Lucky Six members over time. ^^

Yeahhhhh, if Sunny wants to pimp ladies out properly, she needs a better handle on things, huh? With practice, she's succeed with flying colors. I just know it. *shining eyes*

LOL. I'm very proud of the sperm comment.

Yuri's a sweetiepie and she really cares about her loved ones. And if that means being a bitch to Minah, well...

Thanks for reading (backwards??? omg bb hahaha) and dropping by!! :DDDDD
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checkinyourbra: jessica01checkinyourbra on January 15th, 2015 09:30 am (UTC)
Hehehehe okays, bb. Take your time~~
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the_bluebeariesthe_bluebearies on January 13th, 2015 04:32 pm (UTC)
waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh NEW FIC from one of my favorite writers!!!!

"Expect drama, fluff, humor, some angst, sex...the usuals, really."

now that's what I'm talking about!! hahahhahahahahha~
I'm so excited! even though it's not my OTP taeny, it still has my favorite Taeyeonieeeeeee!
now I have something to read and something to look forward to :)

thank u!

Edited at 2015-01-13 05:01 pm (UTC)
checkinyourbra: taeyeon01checkinyourbra on January 15th, 2015 09:35 am (UTC)
Yes, NEW FIC for my favorite TAENY SHIPPER.

Not TaeNy, but...TaeNy so trade some dialogue here and there, so revel in it!! hehe :DD

I'm glad you're not bored by "the usuals" :P

Look forward to Taeyeoniiiieeee at least every week!! And I won't scare you off like with Atypical SONE. Heheheh <333

Thanks for coming back, bb. ^^
I la- la- la- love youregreted on January 26th, 2015 06:53 am (UTC)
you're a/n.... awww you so cutttte

anyways bitch i was like wtf and so lost like prease let this not be some heavy ass metaphorical shit because come on? we all know that's self-satisfying wank. and don't let my fave go there.
and then my eye got all crossed and i was like what are those italic words, are they words, oh shit, wait no
then you ended the paragraph and i was like thank the sun the moon the stars and every last freaking mitochondria on the planet, CHECK IN YOUR BRA IS (fucking) BACK. it was like a damned hallelujah chorus was singing in my ears.

bless you, bitch, you've made my year already.

sunny was a trip and a half, you may 'ave wrote my dream bff. i like the set up for this i really do, i mean, you got taeyeon so worked up over these girls but is no. 1 really what gonna satisfy her completely?? hehehe let's just hope you get her all satisfied as many times as she needs.



Edited at 2015-01-26 06:57 am (UTC)
checkinyourbra: jessica05checkinyourbra on January 31st, 2015 06:25 am (UTC)
heheheheheheh you read my A/N???? Glad I came off cute and not...idk. Lame?

Heavy-ass metaphorical from ME?? Gurl, my name is checkinyourbra. I don't think I'm capable. At least, not right now. HAHAA wank!writing. Oh, gawd. You're so funny hahahahaha

Cross-eyed from the italics??? HAHAH STOP SLAYING ME.

I'm AM back. I hope you enjoy the ride, bb. You've been around for a while. I'm so happy. :')

Sunny IS a dream bff. Okay, she may be too much for me irl, but I'd love to know someone like her. I'd have a huge crush, tho.

Taeyeon shall be satisfied. :*