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02 June 2018 @ 12:02 am
In Good Taste [Part Five]  

Title: In Good Taste [Part Five]

Pairing(s): YulTi

Rating/Genre: PG-13 + Language; Coming Out, Girl-Meets-Girl

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

Warning(s): None at all.

Author’s Notes: I’m back! This week started out as hot garbage (I’m so dramatic) and ended insanely well. Hoping this is sign of happier times. I missed y’all last week! Thanks for being so patient. ^^





Tiffany


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Tiffany’s father had a history of flaking. Taking days of old into account, with their missed parent-teacher conferences and chores left primarily for a teenage daughter, healthy family life prior to that tended to recede into mythology. Often, Tiffany reminded herself he hadn’t always been a painful, intolerant presence.

Grudge-holding wasn’t a quality Tiffany appreciated. Not saying she didn’t avoid routinely mouthy I-demand-to-see-your-manager types at THY. But, ‘family’ evolved into a more flexible meaning for her. Anyone, be they her friends and coworkers—even Sinbi—provided a sense of community she lacked as a young teen.

She pushed through the tangled hill of mispriced belt bags on her desk, reaching her lit up cell phone. Massaging a faint ache at her temple, she read the new text:

Dad: Morning, Buttercup.

Oh, speak of the devil. Not the usual texting suspect—her infatuated straight girl.

A week had passed since her blow up at Yuri. While justified, it also seemed unfair. At this difficult stage (questioning attraction, commitment, and everything in between) babygays made mistakes. Be they sexual or otherwise. Yuri—far from losing Tiffany’s number—relentlessly messaged her the night of and three days afterward, congesting her inbox with apologies both long and light. And all unanswered by Tiffany. They’d dwindled to twice a day.

“Hey, Dad.” Tiffany propped the phone on her shoulder. For afternoons like these, when she’d cloistered herself off in her office, speakerphone would work easier. But, she wouldn’t risk this dialogue bleeding through her closed door, as paranoid as that sounded.

“Aren’t you busy?” he asked in his uniquely high, scratchy voice. No pleasantries. Typical.

“I can multitask. What’s wrong? What do you need?”

“Why assume that I need something?”

“Do you?”

For the most part, she grew up in a financially stable environment. Her father didn’t bring up her mother’s passing often, but she knew it influenced why he moved them to Korea. Searching or running away from something he never described, despite how much he adored their old home in Florida. Shortly after, he turned into an antisocial hermit, more glaringly so as the years drew by. This solidified him and Tiffany as a team in their one-parent household.

Though, as early as twelve-years-old, Tiffany Hwang believed in inescapable, passionate love (as evidenced by the romance collection on her laptop) and swore everyone deserves multiple chances to attain it.

So, she told him that exactly. To not let the guilt or worries about Tiffany’s comfort impede a future with another woman. Initially, he blew her off.

Until, months later, he left home with his salt-and-pepper hair cropped neatly and a tie—he never wore ties outside a funeral or a CEO visit at work. Her father had hopped back onto the dating saddle and it elated Tiffany. Like daytime televised success story, she witnessed this meek, affectionately mousy man’s personality bloom into one of confidence, of seeing the world in rich colors. He hit the gym more, styled himself better (with Tiffany’s help until eventually hiring a professional), swapped late nights playing Scrabble on his iPad with overnight stays with women she hadn’t met. And, eventually, negative repercussions of his new lifestyle eclipsed his parental duties.

Tiffany required guidance. In her first teenage year, female celebrities and her piano teacher grew from innocent crushes to stars in drawn-out, erotic dreams. Entertaining/tormenting her through many missed alarms. She trusted herself and that meant embracing the gay part, all in time for her fourteenth birthday. A pretty big deal, actually—her father greenlit a weekend beach party with a late curfew.

And in young teenager fashion, she fancied herself an adult already, capable of approaching her dad that morning (he’d just come in, dress shirt wrinkled and hair askew) with her chin held high. She sat him down and in admittedly indelicate terms, informed him she’d been fantasizing about women and wanted to know his preferred dating age for her.

That’s right. Tiffany skipped coming out and went straight for the prize: a girlfriend.

Returned to the present, Tiffany’s eyes watered when his silence went on for too long. “Do you, Dad? Need something.”

“Money. I uh, hit an awkward time between payday and some deadlines.”

Needless to say, by this strained exchange, her father didn’t take raising a lesbian daughter well. He veered onto the denial route and remained there, blindsided by a daughter who didn’t hide her true self at home. Accepting her own sexuality gave Tiffany a ridiculous sense of relief and, frankly, entitlement. Finally, she’d gained license to stare longingly at the girl groups in her album booklets, a pleasure in sitting front row for the prettier teachers, an identity to nurture, call her very own, and an openness that drew in like-minded friends like Im Yoona and whatever girls were down to make out. Her dad never answered the “when can I date” inquiry, so she obliged herself to start immediately.

Despite the high of self-acceptance, she was still a teenager who somewhat idolized her father. And after that very awkward conversation, his dates became more frequent and lasted longer. The worst case was him disappearing for an entire weekend.

He managed to blow their funds on the most materialistic girlfriends in monthly intervals. And to save money, sometimes women spent nights at the Hwang residence. Which hit cosmic levels of inappropriate for Tiffany’s tastes and wellbeing.

At sixteen, she’d begun cashiering at Yoona’s parents’ bookstore. She and Yoona built a deep, platonic symbiosis. A miraculous feat, seeing as they were two hormonal gay friends who often shared a bed. When the sleepovers turned as numerous as four times a week, the Im family cleared out their office room and offered it as solace for Tiffany.

Tiffany’s father fought this development. Not strongly enough, though, because it allowed him the space to go on a full-blown vacation to Tahiti with a lady Tiffany never learned the name of. Not that is mattered.

“Tell me about your flavor of the month this time, Dad.”

He grumbled over the receiver. “I’m still your father. Have some respect.”

“Of course,” Tiffany scoffed, leaning back into her chair so hard it rolled into the wall. “A father who’s begging his daughter for cash.”

She’d called him out properly. They both knew. “She’s an administration assistant.”

“A secretary? Is she your new secretary, Dad? The one you mentioned last month when you needed money for your date with the…” She paused for dramatic effect, as if filing through an endless list. It kind of was. “Nurse? Was that it?”

“You’re in a mood.”

“Wouldn’t you be, too?”

“I’m familiar with this tone, Buttercup. It’s the bitterness of a broken relationship.” He chuckled. “Tell me the man’s address and I’ll straighten him out.”

“How much do you need?” She couldn’t waste her life dealing with his refusal of her sexuality. It hurt doubly because she hadn’t ever dated a guy. Ever. “What’s it for?”

“A few bills. An appointment.”

“Are…are you okay?”

He blew out a dismissive raspberry. “Nothing like that, honey. My yearly checkup and some standard x-rays at the dentist. I’ll pay you back.”

He wouldn’t.

Tiffany lived with the Ims until she graduated. She’d worked hard, honoring her addiction for cool restaurants and clothes once a month. With a piece of her check, she’d also order cheap material and knit them into little creations—Yoona’s scrawny frame perfect for a test dummy. And, after keeping her grades up and building a portfolio, her efforts earned her a scholarship at one of her top three schools. Yoona attended it, too, more monetarily cushioned by her family, but talented nonetheless.

As particular as Yoona carried herself, Tiffany admitted it came from a protective place. Sick at the club or not, her best friend knew Yuri qualified as Tiffany’s type—which was one of many. Tiffany inherited her father’s plentiful and often, detrimental, dating tendencies. Dad, the ladies’ man; Tiffany, the ladies’ lady.

Probably why Tiffany ended the call, promising to get the money to him. In person. Since it alleviated the risk of him claiming it “didn’t transfer” or some bullshit.

Owning the parallels to her dad’s unsatisfying love life shook her, justly. She’d been burnt by women—wealthy and otherwise—who’d grown used to being pampered by a lovesick Tiffany.

She tossed the phone onto the stack of leather and knocked her head to the desk, groaning. God, Yuri’s self-deprecating humor and that wide, genuine smile were recipes for a massive fuck-up. She’d be bound to the same fate as the others, Tiffany feared.

Then, what made Yuri unforgettable? Barring her thirst for romance, Tiffany took her thousandth stroll through the gardens of logic to explain these feelings.

All her exes were beautiful, so a nice figure couldn’t spellbind her like that. Sooyeon flaunted a vast knowledge of European history and could flirt the pants off her at any given time. Taeyeon’s mystery, her razor-sharp wit prompted dangerous levels of obsession. Even Tiffany’s brief, mismatched foray with Hyoyeon was jump started by her upbeatness and unpretentious intellect. So, what in the hell kept Tiffany sweating over an unremarkable someone? It couldn’t be the thrill of the chase. She’d outgrown that.

Determined to solve this, she left her task at hand, called out to Hyoyeon that she had personal business to attend to, and prepared her next step.



Pulling into the Craftie’s Warehouse parking lot brought on memories of those divine, ignorant days before a boyfriend slashed into them like Zorro’s rapier. Ugh, if only she’d had a sixth sense for these things. Hyoyeon and Yoona went out as much as she did, yet Tiffany found herself on the receiving end of “she wasn’t worth it” talks more often than not.

And how fucking darling had Yuri looked in that ill-fitting polo and those tight black skinny jeans? Somehow, Yuri’s lack of style enhanced their first date. Then, when she’d gotten out of the car to walk to the store entrance, Tiffany stared at her ass so hard she swore a moral authority would come knocking on her window.

“Hwang, get a grip,” she berated herself.

Less wallowing, more spying.

Tiffany snatched one of five pairs of sunglasses hiding around her car, threw on a rosy bomber jacket, and trotted inside. She hadn’t set foot in a Craftie’s since she’d taken studio courses in college. Bargain-hunting regulars and the neutral smells of retail life surrounded her, lightly scented by the icing topper demonstration nearby.

“Now, where the hell is she?” she mumbled, also recalling the Warehouse wasn’t a literal warehouse, but still goddamn huge.

Just as she absently yanked two stubborn carts apart, somebody cornered her. Friendly close. Okay, uncomfortably close.

“Welcome to Craftie’s Warehouse,” the wide-eyed, disturbingly good-looking sales associate greeted. “Don’t lie to me. You’re famous.”

Thank god it wasn’t that younger one, Sowon. “I’m sorry?”

“C’mon, miss,” she boldly eyed Tiffany head-to-toe, twisting strands of pink hair. “I know incognito when I see it.”

Tiffany rolled her eyes behind the dark glasses. Those, combined with a low-brimmed cap and—foolishly—5-inch stilettos certainly did read as an idol doing an asinine job at keeping herself concealed. She’d managed to make herself more conspicuous. “Not incognito, I’m afraid. I’m searching for…” Shit, she’d rewind what she said if she could. This woman seemed determined to follow her around. “Browsing.”

“You’re searching for…browsing?”

“Ha. No. Only browsing.”

Nosy Sales Associate (who’d lost her name tag, apparently) folded her arms, unconvinced. “If you say so.”

“I do say so. Excuse me.”

Tiffany didn’t relax until her seventh aisle of fake-perusing, finally losing her stalker. She’d filled her cart with items she hadn’t even glanced at to come across as authentic. Yuri could be anywhere. Doing go-backs, stocking on the floor, assisting a customer, manning a register, on break. She might’ve not even been on a shift right now.

As the possibilities piled on, Tiffany resumed her Amazon trail through this forest of savings. A diversion 16-oz jar of Mod Podge clunked into her cart when she’d heard it: Yuri’s laugh.

Instinctively, she ducked. Then, reverted to ‘natural stance’ in an unsubtle spin. She tiptoed as quietly as her heels allowed until she stopped at a good vantage point. Behind a fixture of discount planting tools, the gaps between the shelves gave her a view of Yuri—today, she wore a white polo shirt with the store’s magenta logo embroidered above her breast, black mid-tops, and those delicious skinny jeans. A manager nearby eyeballed a tablet, directing her to grab a box up high. Yuri smiled hard and nodded. Cute.

Cozy in her hideaway, Tiffany lifted her sunglasses to watch Yuri jog off and return with an aisle ladder. Form nice, speed swift as can be. Naughty thoughts danced around Tiffany’s mind at the possibility of her being a closet jock beneath that bashful, girlish demeanor.

“Kwon Yuri, you babe,” she murmured while Yuri stretched for the large box, flashing a yummy, flat stomach as her shirt rode up.

And then, the unexpected happened. On her final step of down the large metal step ladder, Yuri’s shoelace got caught and she stumbled to the floor. She didn’t full-on fall, though Tiffany winced at how her leg bent awkwardly as she gained her balance.

“Oh shit, you okay?” the manager grabbed Yuri’s arm with the hand not holding her tablet.

The girl whimpered a tad, testing her leg in a feeble step or two. “Um, yeah. Right as rain.”

“Right as rain? You’re an old soul, Yul.”

Yul? Another cute thing.

Almost as cute as Yuri bending down to unload the box, automatically back to work. The manager, finding it just as sweet, affectionately patted her on the top of her head. “Sure you’ll be fine?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about me.”

For the next ten minutes, Tiffany studied Yuri operating as the model worker. Instead of digging into the boxed products uninterrupted, avoiding communication with more than a few passing shoppers, she stood and smiled—boy, she was a smiler—at every one of them. Even going the lengths of explaining the difference between gesso and white paint to an elderly couple and finding a gloss that wouldn’t yellow for a high school student. Her faint limp looked like it’d heal in a couple days, yet it didn’t stop Tiffany from wishing to make it better. To kiss where it hurts. Be it on her thigh or like, her hip. Tiffany licked her lips, knowing where actions like that would lead.

Pissed as she was about the boyfriend and staying for money, Tiffany empathized with Yuri. Of course she didn’t own a callous enough personality to dump her man the minute someone better stepped in. Circumstances weren’t ideal and this woman—the one painstakingly arranging canvases flush to the shelf edges—and her friendly, focused attitude lived on.

Maybe…she shouldn’t cut off Yuri indefinitely. Hanging out as friends wouldn’t be the end of the—

“Are you sure you’re not famous?”

Tiffany’s startled jump dropped her sunnies back in place. Plus, she had mind to snatch up a six-pack of floral foam bricks, as if she’d been hunting deep for it. It fell into the cart with the Mod Podge, two bushels of faux Hydrangeas, a tacky ‘Grandma’s My Best Friend’ mug, several strings of clearance lava beads, jumbo knitting needles that strangely resembled dildos, and a bucket. What the fuck. “Um, no. Sorry.”

The name tag-less sales associate huffed, flicking her shoulder-length hair askew. “I feel like I should know you.”

Okay, she’d overstayed her welcome. Offering only a sheepish shrug, Tiffany turned toward the checkout lines to buy her assortment of arbitrary craft stuff.



Reluctantly, Tiffany joined Hyoyeon, Yoona, and Sinbi that evening at a bar. They’d recently hit a sales goal and it should’ve cheered her out of this funk. It didn’t. If she hadn’t attended, she would’ve curled up in bed with a bar of dark sea-salted chocolate and watch trash TV.

She polished off her soju cocktail, plagued by self-reflection. That is, until Sinbi shimmied her narrow hip into the same seat as Tiffany, smirking. “Hey, boss.”

“Yes?”

“What’s eating you?”

Really, with the idle chit-chat? Couldn’t Tiffany get drunk in peace? “What do you want, since everyone apparently wants something out of me today?”

“Alcohol makes me bloat like a pufferfish.” A phone on front-camera mode had magically appeared in Sinbi’s hand, stealing attention away from Tiffany’s snide comment. “Anyways, I need tomorrow off.”

“Is it an emergency?”

“Hair emergency.” She held up the ends of perfectly undamaged hair. “My stylist is only available at 11am and I mean, I should just make a day out of it. Tidying up my brows, a microdermabrasion facial, and waxing my body…all over…” For that, she winked at Yoona. Yoona, in turn, mocked a gag and kept drinking. “A spa day, you know, for self-care. Work is literal hell.”

Yes, flipping through High Cut and ringing people up should be outlawed as cruel and unusual. Tiffany deeply breathed in and out to calm herself. They did just make a sales goal and Sinbi kinda-sorta helped. “If you can find someone to cover your shift, I don’t care.”

“You’re the tastiest boss ever!” Entirely unwanted, she pressed a hard kiss to Tiffany’s cheek, smearing on a red print, before switching seats to bother Hyoyeon.

Yuri had a point. Sinbi probably needed to be fired.

And just like that, Yuri conquered Tiffany’s brain again. She should’ve thanked her terrible employee for the distraction.

Unlike past girlfriends and hookups, Tiffany hadn't erupted into a lust disaster around Yuri (yet). Her heart quickened, of course, but to an unknown rhythm. In her presence, Tiffany remained sentient. She could actually think. Allow time to learn Yuri’s origins, hidden strengths, silly things like an old Myspace handle instead of them booking a hotel room and hurrying out of their clothes.

Personable. Down-to-earth. Adorably humble. Yuri was, for a lack of better words, remarkably unremarkable. She was grounded, a good sport, and maintained an intriguing personality. Of a world Tiffany hadn’t dealt with since she was a teenager, saving up for uni under a roof that wasn’t her father’s.

This crush hadn’t waned. If anything, it inflated.

Tiffany raised a finger to the guy at the bar, ordering another. Hyoyeon and Yoona took note of her mood and thankfully, chose not to badger her about it. They went the extra mile in keeping Sinbi out of Tiffany’s hair, appeasing her with gossip about a makeup influencer rivalry. Like best friends would.

However, they’d change their tune if they could read minds, knowing the whole situation. If they could predict the message Tiffany crafted specifically for an unsuspecting Kwon Yuri.

She wouldn’t send it tonight. Not while sipping this particularly potent cocktail, while her faculties were compromised for the worst. Nope, she’d sober up, pick a time this weekend—down to the minute—and berate herself for it afterwards.

Might as well live up to her heartbroken title. Maybe she’d learn her lesson this time.


[A/N]Just posting this because bobbed, pink-haired Sooyoung didn't last nearly as long as I'd wanted. Hmph.


 
 
Current Mood: rejuvenatedrejuvenated
Current Music: SNSD- Visual Dreams
 
 
 
yoongsusjojoyoonyul on June 2nd, 2018 05:00 am (UTC)
SPOT FUKIN SPOT
YEEEEESSSS YOONGSUS WINS

Will read in a bit lemme showah
((Omg I love that it's from uh skandl! I think when taeyeon like must freshen up must showah
Idk some taeyeon thing u wrote I love u bye))
checkinyourbra: taeyeon04checkinyourbra on June 8th, 2018 06:30 am (UTC)
Re: SPOT FUKIN SPOT
Hahahahahha omg I know what you're talking about! When Taeyeon got all cavewoman after Jessica spent the night. Yep, Skandl! ;D
yoongsusjojoyoonyul on June 8th, 2018 07:30 am (UTC)
RE: Re: SPOT FUKIN SPOT
yesYESYSS

ALSO I loved this update and Tiffany is just precious wow she worked so hard to get where she is I'm worried about everything tho hhHHHH also
The SNOOPING AHAHAHAH she bought such random items. It would've been easier if she got something she really wanted at the very end and put the rest back LOL but I guess she has money to spare cough wonder what that's like LOL I need me a Tiffany to sugar daddy me
checkinyourbra: krystal01checkinyourbra on June 9th, 2018 04:30 am (UTC)
Re: SPOT FUKIN SPOT
Omgggggg you're so worried and it makes ME worry ajslfjdlfdf protect Fany from what that evil author may do!

Hehe.

YA KNOW?!?!! For those of us who can't just like....buy random crap. I would like to know this feeling. Actually, I demand to know this feeling. Let me go make more $$$$$ brb.

Mmmm Sugar Mama Hwang. :3333
yoongsus: pic#125861683jojoyoonyul on June 9th, 2018 04:52 am (UTC)
Re: SPOT FUKIN SPOT
...are you saying you're going to evil author Tiffany into some sadness > : (

LETS MAKE A PACT TO MAKE ENOUGH MONEY SO WE CAN BUY RANDOM THINGS!!!!!!


...ah hmmm, I suppose you're right. Sugar MAMA me Tiffany PLS IM JUST A POOR BROKE SOUL
yuukistar22: pic#123288882yuukistar22 on June 2nd, 2018 07:21 am (UTC)
FECK YESSSSSS IM READY (WELL NOT REALLY I JUST GOT HOME FROM WERK SO NEEDS TO SLEEP BUT SOOOOON)
checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on June 8th, 2018 06:31 am (UTC)
WERK WERK WERK WERK WERK WERK~~~
yuukistar22yuukistar22 on June 20th, 2018 06:55 pm (UTC)
I HAVE A SPARE TEN MINUTES SO I AM USING THEM PRODUCTIVELY TO RE-READ EVERYTHING AAHHHH

Gah how can Tiffany resist lil ol gaybaby Yuri's puppy dog please-forgive-me eyes AND how could she not fall in love with Yoona at first sight? Tiffany = the goddess of restraint

:O TIFFANY YOU LIL STALKER iloveit

Muchly enjoyable update, no drama just some background to Tiffany's character and a peak into her stalker tendencies. AND NOW I SHALL JAZZ HAND MY WAY ONTO THE NEXT *shimmies away*
checkinyourbra: tiffany02checkinyourbra on August 10th, 2018 04:20 am (UTC)
THOSE SPARE TEN MINS WERE FOR ME!??! BBBBBBBBBBBBB ///blush blush

Hahahha the goddess of restraint. YoonFany not banging at least once is very amusing to me. They know they're ill-matched.

STALKER TIFFANY IS ADORABLE. We all know it.

I was light with the drama this time. Wooooo!

*shimmies in delight*
sillysone: seohyunseoyoonyul on June 2nd, 2018 09:03 am (UTC)
Hwang just can't resist ogling Kwon lol
And bet that's Soo right there XD

Anyway, after learning how her family is, I can see more where Tiffany's coming from. She may not seek for it, but conscious or subconsciously, she NEEDED, desperately, the attention and the love and she grabbed every chance whenever there's an opening for her to get those because even from her father, she didn't really feel the attention (the love, maybe), heck she's not really accepted and even used by him.

However, I think he's kinda in a similar situation with Tiffany? He is also used by those women, yeah? And he's searching for that one person, maybe... but how did he go from Mrs. Hwang to whatever women out there... Like, he actually could manage to meet someone whom he could built a family with, but now...
Tiffany and her father were like moths to the fire.
Wonder if they realized they're the same, actually.
They gotta sit down together and have some chats, but that's gonna be so damn awkward lol
They're quite frank to each other though, who knows.

Also, Tiffany could relate and see herself in Yuri *cough* and she's a softie, so she couldn't really go far from Yuri because she knew she's different from her past experiences. I mean, other than Yuri's oozing hotness, Tiffany just couldn't resist her lol

And whattttttttttt idk how YoonFany can stay platonic, wow. Wow.
I mean, 2 extremely attractive women right there?????? And how Yoona's all nice to her (aside from her bitchiness) Tiffany may have been searching too far lol
Mindblowing.
checkinyourbra: krystal01checkinyourbra on June 8th, 2018 07:03 am (UTC)

Can’t resist her straight girl crushhh. Good catch! That’s certainly Sooyoung stalking the stalker. xDD

Love the italics on family there. And you really do get this like, underlying HUGE desire for approval from someone who was supposed to love and be there for her no matter what. Instead, she’s used. Like many of her exes had done. There’s definitely a trend in how she does love.

“He is also used by those women, yeah?”— Most definitely, yes.

“Tiffany and her father were like moths to the fire.
Wonder if they realized they're the same, actually.”
— ;((

It’s interesting that you wonder why he didn’t try to find a longterm type woman to be there for him. And while Tiffany believes in multiple soul mates, it may not have happened for him, sadly. I alllllmosssttt said more of this, but I think I’ll have a few details unfold in the story. I could do a whole other series about a relationship like this, but let’s focus on YulTi~

“Tiffany could relate and see herself in Yuri *cough*”— HOMG IS THIS A SEX JOKE BAHHAHA

Tiffany really can’t resist that softie.

Hahahhaha IT HAPPENS. Funny, Fany hooked up with Hyo, but it never happened with Yoongie. Some people should stay friends, I guess. It truly is mind-blowing. I guess I’m just picturing my attractive lesbian friends that I’ve never hooked up with. It happens~

Omggg thanks for the great comment. It was a lot of fun :DD
sillysone: seohyunseoyoonyul on June 8th, 2018 06:04 pm (UTC)
SKDJFHSJHD As I was typing it, I was like "That sounds wrong..." I swear that joke wasn't intended ^____^v lmaooooooo but seeing at how Tiffany is, it just fit *whistle*

And yes yes, unfold it all in the story not in the comments! lol I just like to wonder this and that, think more about situations, and it all didn't really need to be answered on the spot. I just wrote it out so I wouldn't forget my thoughts (yes, sometimes I forget) heheh
checkinyourbra: jessica04checkinyourbra on June 9th, 2018 04:32 am (UTC)
An unintentional dirty joke is still good in my book. C'mon. ;DD

It's much better unraveled properly than me quickly typing without thinking on here. Often, I'm replying to comments after editing the next chapter, so I have to remind my brain not to reveal things prematurely. I love seeing your thoughts, so carry on~~

<33
(Anonymous) on June 2nd, 2018 11:03 pm (UTC)
Yessssss stalker-Hwang!! Spy on adorable Yuri in those skinny jeans! <3

She better send that damn message. Being friends with Yuri will be fine....what could do wrong ;)

checkinyourbra: yuri02checkinyourbra on June 8th, 2018 06:40 am (UTC)
Stalker Hwang, the cutest spy on the planet. :33 With a penchant for Yuri in those jeans~

Hahahahaha oh, she'll send it.

"what could do wrong ;) "-- ;))

Thank youuuuu for dropping by, Anon bb <333
(Anonymous) on June 5th, 2018 06:52 am (UTC)
YAAAS!! 04
BRAAAAAA!! Hello, again! Sorry to hear your week was stressful again. Hopefully, it will calm down this week finally. Yaaaaaas, I totally watched the KE season finale. It was CRAZZZZZZY! Season 2 is gonna be interesting after everything that happened. Anyways, on to the fangirling!!!

Boo! Deadbeat dad asking Tiff for money. It’s interesting how Tiff inherited his MO for awful women. That line about girl groups is too true XD. Also, confident BB gay skipping coming out gradually to her dad and going straight for the “girlfriend age” question, omg.

LMFAO Tiff stalking Yul at Crafties and throwing random stuff in her cart to look like a normal shopper! Poor Yul falling off the step ladder and getting a little limp. Also, that really nosey employee badgering her about being a celebrity hahaha! Tiff’s got it bad for Yul, but really, who can blame her.

SINB!!! YAAAAS! SinB proving, once again, how amazing she is. Employee of the month! Give her a bonus!

Thank you for the update, Bra! As always, looking forward to the next update!
checkinyourbra: sunny02checkinyourbra on June 8th, 2018 06:49 am (UTC)
Re: YAAAS!! 04

Many new things will be happening this week, so I’m crossing my fingers that they’ll contribute to my currently happy mood. Yaaaayyy to good things happening!!! Thanks, bb. :33 Omggggggg the ending was just asjfldjlsfjldffdf. I CAN’T GET OVER HOW SQUISHY VILLANELLE IS. Love a problematic assassin fave, lol.

Mmmhmm, it sucks that she picked up her dates dating tendencies. At least she didn’t get his bigotry, too ((oh gawd imagine homophobia being genetic, ewwww)). Sigh. Yep, Tiffany wasn’t like most of the other gay girls. She had goals. xDDD

What I love the most is Tiffany actually buying all that stuff to really sell the illusion. Bbgirl, nooo. hahaha. Hehe, did you happen to recognize the employee? ;D

FELLOW FAN OF IGT’S SINBI. Little quality worker needing her spa day. Give her all the bonuses!!!!!

Thank youuuuuuuuu for enjoying this, bb. :333 <33
(Anonymous) on June 8th, 2018 06:57 am (UTC)
Re: YAAAS!! 04
NO! WHO IS THE EMPLOYEE????? I reread those parts right now and couldn't pin point the references... my kpop knowledge is failing me XD. And, just saying, lol, I had a feeling that I should check out your page... and now I know that it was the universe telling me that you replied to comments haha. Bra cosmic power! -- Yaaas Anon.
checkinyourbra: yoona02checkinyourbra on June 8th, 2018 07:07 am (UTC)
Re: YAAAS!! 04
HAHAHHAHA It's all good! [Spoiler (click to open)]It's Sooyoung. :333 In this fic, she has pink hair and loses her nametag. That's some chapter one knowledge. No fault to you, actually. It's meant more to be a ~mystery until it's brought up later. ;DD

THE UNIVERSE BROUGHT US TOGETHER. To you, checking for a response, and me sitting here, nursing a glass of wine while I respond to y'all. Cosmic--no, no BRASMIC POWER.

Edited at 2018-06-08 07:14 am (UTC)
(Anonymous) on June 8th, 2018 08:33 pm (UTC)
RE: Re: YAAAS!! 04
Lol! Reading comprehension skillzzzzz fail. My bad XD. Haha I Wonder if that’s gonna lead to some dramaaaaaa laterz. Looking forward to the update tonight! Have more wine this weekend and relax =D — Yaaas Anon
checkinyourbracheckinyourbra on June 9th, 2018 04:33 am (UTC)
Re: YAAAS!! 04
Oh, puhleaaaseeeee, your reading comprehension is top notch! Hushhh

Do you want drama? I may deliver that. No prob. :3

I'll DEFINITELY have more delicious wine and relaxation......I hope.
abbyultiful on June 6th, 2018 04:22 am (UTC)

Aaah.. Cmon Tiff..

checkinyourbra: tiffany03checkinyourbra on June 8th, 2018 06:33 am (UTC)
Right?? Just push her in the right direction~
fortytwodegrees: pic#124275956fortytwodegrees on August 9th, 2018 08:01 am (UTC)
hello HELLO~~~!! I don't know if you remember, but I told you I'd be back after trudging through a few more weeks of grad school. So here I am! 🤗🤗🤗

"She sat him down and in admittedly indelicate terms, informed him she’d been fantasizing about women and wanted to know his preferred dating age for her."
Wow! What a way to come out! I can just imagine this young Tiffany saying it nonchalantly. I feel like all the confident queer people I know knew immediately like Tiffany early on. *sighs* And then there are people like Yuri (and me) who clumsily stumble into the realization later 😑

Loved Tiffany's stalking episode. Conspicuous is right! Hahah who wears a pink jacket, sunglasses, a hat, and 5-inch heels to go under cover?

"Allow time to learn Yuri’s origins, hidden strengths, silly things like an old Myspace handle" yesss! I love asking people what their old aim screenname used to be 😈 they're usually pretty amusing... ~*bByxinnOceNz*~

Thanks for writing!!!! ❤️❤️

Edited at 2018-08-09 08:48 am (UTC)
checkinyourbra: tiffany02checkinyourbra on August 10th, 2018 03:56 am (UTC)
HELLO AGAIN. YOU RETURNEEDDDD OMGGG I AM HONORED. I hope grad school didn't take too much out of youuuuu <333

Hahaha awwwwww you and Yuri stumbling through this whole gay thing. Ahhhh, the BRAVERY of just coming out to your parents. Actually..........I may fall into the Tiffany category more? At least with the method of coming out. Hahaha.

Writing Stalker!Tiffany was the BEST. She gets to be her own brand of awkward. xDD Poor thing lost her sense of undercover when it comes to Yuri. :33

~*bByxinnOceNz*~ I'M AM DEAD. DECEASED. ASCENDED. AND MY GHOST IS SCREAAAAMINGGG LAUGHINGGGG. AFHDFDLFAJFA AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA

Thank youuuuuuuuu for coming back and replyingggggg <333