Fic: High Heels & Combat Boots (Part II)
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boxxsaltzTitle: High Heels & Combat Boots
Author: boxxsaltz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yoona/Yuri
Summary: Finder’s Keepers
AN: Done for the 3rd YoonYul FanFic Contested hosted on SSF. Check some others out!
Part II
“UF...Ovation?”
“It’s a band.”
“In what dimension?” Walking out of her bathroom, Yoona snatched the ticket out of Jessica’s fingers and tossed it into the trashcan by her dresser. “Why’d you throw it away?”
“I’m not going.”
“I wouldn’t either but-“ Jessica paced over to where Yoona stored her jewelry and began picking through it. Their pre-club routine never did change. “-where’d you get it?”
“A nobody.” Yoona fluffed out her curls. “Is Tiffany here?”
“She just pulled up.” Jessica said, reading off the message she had just gotten on her phone. “So, who was this nobody? Are they from the club”
Yoona eyed Jessica as she stepped into her heels. She knew that tone. It was the one that meant Jessica wanted name, age, description, and if the person’s pocketbook held enough to please her for the night.
“Not your type.”
“Are you saying that because you want them for yourself?”
“Trust me,” Yoona shouldered her purse. “They’re not worth your time.”
Yoona wished she could say the same for herself, but all night as she dance, and flirted, and teased, and moaned, the one thing in the back of her mind was a stupid concert ticket and the image of a stupid woman with ripped jeans, dirty boots, and eyes that cut right into her.
-/-/-/-
She didn’t know why she did it. Curiosity, maybe? Possibly boredom. Or it could’ve been the fact she didn’t feel like going out with Jessica and Tiffany since the last outing had ended up in a broken heel and a guy who couldn’t take no for an answer.
Add on that she was not one to just sit at home - too big, too empty, and too much time to herself – and she may have a reason.
But all Yoona really knew was that she was wearing the one thing in her closet that looked punk enough for a rock concert and a crumbled ticket with a coffee stain buried in her pocket.
Pulling up to the venue, Yoona followed the waving hands and traffic cones to a grass lot where she parked with the other mass of vehicles. She hadn’t known the venue – never heard of it – but found the reason why she didn’t was because it was a made up one built randomly in the middle of a field.
Walking toward the sounds of music, Yoona grumbled to herself for not getting a number for at least one of the people she kind of did know. There was no way she’d find any of them in the crowds, all decked out in attire a little more extreme than Yoona’s but not enough to make her feel completely out of place.
Following a large wave, she finally made it to the area where people had set up lawn chairs, blankets, coolers, tents, everything and anything all across the lot in front of a giant, built up stage. Along the front of it were banners of various band names and sponsors for the events.
Fingering the ticket in her pocket, she almost wondered why she needed one when it looked like one huge free for all.
“Ticket, please.” Or so she thought.
Pulling it out, she showed it to a man in all black and a walkie-talkie on his belt who ripped off a piece of it and handed the other back to Yoona before marking her hand with an X.
“I’m legal,” she said. The look she got made her feel like a total idiot as he turned away.
Oh. She looked at the crowd. They all had X’s.
Maneuvering out of the way of a group carrying a massive cooler, Yoona darted passed the reek of port-a-potties and down along the field careful not to step on any fingers or-
“Yoona!”
She stopped.
“Yah! Over here!”
Like a speck, she saw Sooyoung waving her arms from the middle of the crowd. Waving back, she made her way over, bidding her apologies for knocking over cans and bottles and stepping on blankets.
“Hey, you made it.” Yuri smiled up at her once she reached them. Yoona allowed herself not to get stuck on how full and inviting it was to focus on their space.
They had a large blanket stretched out littered with beer cans, snacks, and a couple of CDs Yoona was sure they had brought by chance of getting them signed. Above them was a large umbrella that shaded the sun from their heads and a couple of lawn chairs still broken down and laid on the corner she saw were used to keep the blanket anchored down so it wouldn’t flap up.
As Sooyoung made herself comfortable beside Sunny who was laid out on her stomach playing a portable game, Yuri moved one of the two guitars to make a place for her to sit.
“Nice jacket,”
Yoona narrowed her eyes and Yuri flashed her that same smile. Who knew she’d ever put that chopped and screwed and mutilated thing she nearly forgot in her backseat to use again.
“Do you pop?” Yoona lifted an eyebrow at Sooyoung’s sudden question.
“She means are you into pop music.” Yuri clarified.
“I like anything, I suppose.”
“What about them?” Sooyoug jerked her head to the stage.
Yoona focused in on the shred of guitar and the throaty tones of the vocalist screaming. Her face scrunched.
“Maybe not everything.” She said. It seemed to satisfy Sooyoung enough who went back to sipping her beer and lounging her head on Sunny’s back, eyes closed and humming to the music.
Feeling eyes on her, Yoona looked over to see Yuri holding out a can for her. Yoona started to wave it away but accepted it. She needed something to get her through the evening.
“Is this UF- whatever any good?” She asked to make conversation.
Yuri shrugged as expected. “We like’em.”
“They’ve got an old sound.” Sooyoung added.
Sunny raised a hand in the air. “Nothing beats the classics.”
Yoona nodded and took a drink. She wouldn’t argue with that.
The conversation died there, allowing the murmurs of the crowd and the blaring music to take up the air between them. Sitting there, Yoona went back and forth from watching the bands to avoid Yuri’s glances to nursing a few cans of beer to stop her nerves from being so wound.
It didn’t help. Alcohol to her was always associated with bright lights, dance floors, and grinding bodies. The rock music and flashlights brought out as the sun dipped away took place of the club vibe, and with the arrival of UFOvation (she still couldn’t get over the name), she was thrust into a frenzy of people.
“U.F.O! U.F.O!” Sooyoung chanted, jumping to her feet. Next to her, Sunny ditched her game to throw her fist in the air, pumping it to the thud of bass drum.
“Up,” Yuri tugged Yoona by the arm until she was on her feet. “Jump.”
Yoona flinched backward at the hot breath that had lapped at her ear. Turning her head, she saw Yuri was only a few inches from her, cheeks a little red and disarming smile on her lips.
“You’re in my world now,” Yuri went on, voice hardly loud enough so Yoona had to read it from her lips. “Jump.”
And Yoona jumped, joining in with the shouting people around her.
She jumped and she screamed and she thrashed all at Yuri’s command, allowing herself to forget about the life she had in the clubs, in her house, in meetings, in dinners, in the company and let herself be submerged in one that never knew who she was.
“Ovation!” Yoona found herself screaming, throat rasped and a little drunk with Sooyoung’s arm slung over her shoulder at the last clash of music.
Across the way, Yoona found Yuri’s eyes, burning up and glossy from the hype of the concert, lips parted and hair tossed all awry.
In that moment, as Yoona was pushed into a mosh of bodies, all she could think was that never in her life had someone looked at her like that.
And it quite possibly could’ve been what she had been missing all along.
-/-/-/-
She woke up with a pain in her body that could only be rivaled to how sore she was from the first time of doing yoga with Tiffany. But mosh pits required more of her body than any yoga. The bruises she could feel all over her body from where people had elbowed, kneed, and punched her in the chaos didn’t hold promise of fading anytime soon.
Rolling over, Yoona buried her face in the sheets wishing the throbbing in her skull would go away but only intensified as she took in a deep breath, catching the unfamiliar smell of detergent.
Eyes opening, lime green sheets instead of stark white greeted her and she sat up, eyeing her surroundings.
Wherever she was, it was in a state between tidy and messy and owned by someone who must’ve been a hoarder from all the clutter that was placed around.
On top of a desk, a small fan oscillated, blowing cool air into an already freezing room. Yoona pulled the blankets around her up tighter, covering her bare arms, and examined the Polaroid pictures tacked to the wall of Sooyoung, Yuri, and Sunny in various poses and locations.
“Hey,” Yoona jumped as Yuri’s voice filtered into the room, followed by Yuri in the flesh holding a glass of water. “Take these.” Yuri opened her palm to a set of pain pills.
“No, thank you.” Yoona declined. Yuri shrugged and popped them into her own mouth, downing half the glass of water. At least she didn’t waste things.
Eyes alert, Yoona watched Yuri move along the room picking up a few things in attempts to make the place look less of a mess.
“Is this your place?”
Yuri shook her head. “It’s Soo’s,” she picked up a tossed aside acoustic guitar. Yoona watched as she went to store it on its rack then changed her mind to sit on the floor cross-legged with it in her lap.
Yoona pulled her knees to her chest. “Where do you live?”
She gave an uneasy laugh, running a hand through her hair then went back to tuning. “Everywhere.”
“Is that some hippie way to say you're homeless?”
Yuri shrugged. “Any place can be your home if you try hard enough.”
Yoona titled her head. She hadn’t expected that. “Are you really homeless?”
Another shrug and a strum of a chord. “I don’t really belong anywhere if that’s what you mean.”
“It’s not,”
“I’m houseless. Not homeless.”
“Poetic.” Yoona deadpanned.
Yuri offered her a smile as she began to play softly. Yoona would’ve told her to stop, but it wasn’t bothering her headache and it sounded nice and she sort of liked watching Yuri’s fingers move along the frets and strum.
She turned away before she could get mesmerized and peered out a sliver in the curtain. The dull grays of morning were overhead; high clouds hovering over one of the most breathtaking views of Seoul Yoona had seen. And she had seen Seoul from many angles. None made it look as pretty as the one she was in.
“Your friend called.”
“Who?”
Shrug. “Screen said Jessica.”
“Where’s my phone?”
Yuri jutted her chin toward the desk. “It’s dead.”
“Got a charger?”
“Not for that type.”
Useless. Yoona leaned her back against the wall, watching Yuri play. A few beats in, she began to sing softly a song Yoona didn’t know.
“Is that how you make money? Playing on the street?”
“Sometimes.”
“Is that why you were outside the club that one night?”
“The rich never give,” Yuri said with a tone of distaste, glancing up to Yoona. “They throw things away. I collect what’s left in the trash.” Yoona nodded. Made sense. “Did you enjoy the concert?”
“I did.”
“Really?” There was genuine shook on Yuri’s face.
“It was different.” Yoona dropped her knees, picking at a stray thread on the blanket. “I liked it.”
“Wanna go again?”
Yoona saw Yuri chew on her lip. “Same venue?”
“New. In Busan.”
Busan? That was pretty far.
“Why not?”
-/-/-/-
The music in Busan was completely different. More electronic; less sceamo.
It was what Yoona was more used to from the club and she found herself letting go a little bit more because of it.
She could feel eyes on her, but they were a different sort of eyes. These didn’t watch her with the intent on gossiping about what they saw the Im’s daughter doing. They were eyes of genuine interest, of hunger for a new girl on the scene they could take home, and amusement.
Beside her, she felt Sooyoung’s presence and allowed herself to be swept into a sort of dance with her before she was passed off to someone random. In the hype of it all, a glow stick found place in her hand and Sunny’s daylight smile was in front of her, laugh ringing out.
“I’m impressed, rich girl.” She spun Yoona away from her and shoved her into another body.
Her limbs were aching by the time she was thrust into a solid body with firm hands and a thousand watt smile. Yoona found herself caught in the way it pulled back along fine smile lines and creased into their eyes.
Focused eyes.
Yoona blinked and her vision cleared to see Yuri. Her body was close to hers, radiating with the heat from the bodies around them. When had so many others showed up?
She couldn’t make up from down or right from left. All she saw was neon glow sticks and heard trance ripping through her ears and down her gut. Off brand beer sloshed her stomach and ran into her veins. Bodies pressed against her and she was molded with Yuri with nowhere to go.
“Feeling okay?” Leave it to Yuri to ask how she was while they were pressed together, faces centimeters apart, and alcohol in them so much Yoona wouldn’t deny that having that skin on her did something to her.
It could’ve been anybody and her body would’ve reacted. But it probably wouldn’t have reacted as strongly as it did when Yuri’s hand gripped behind the small of her back, holding her in place so she couldn’t be swept away.
“Yoona?”
“What are you doing to me?” The words fell off her lips along with a bead of sweat that she licked off.
The last thing she heard before they were consumed by a new drop of the beat and a chorus of screams was a husky,
“What you did to me first.”
Yoona shivered. When was the last time simple words made her spine tingle that way?
-/-/-/-
“We need to talk.”
“Why?” Yoona’s chin slipped off the heel of her hand. Jessica and Tiffany both stared back at her from across their normal table and plates of food. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re wrong,” said Tiffany, hand motioning toward her. “Jessica thinks you’ve been moonlighting as a drug dealer.”
“A what?” Yoona looked over at Jessica who was nodding while she sipped at her water.
“Look at your eyes,” Tiffany pointed.
Yoona swatted her hand away. “I’m just tired.”
“Because you’ve been selling drugs in the middle of the night.” Jessica added. For the first time Yoona realized that the amount in your pocket did not equal the amount one had in their head.
“I’m not selling drugs. I’ve been out.”
“Out?”
“With friends.”
“Friends?” Yoona backtracked. All Jessica and Tiffany knew was that they were her friends and no one else. She didn’t even know why she called Yuri and the others friends. When did she think they could earn that title? “You’re cheating on us.”
“Like you’re innocent.” She muttered and gave in before they could say anymore. “I’ve been going out with Yuri.”
Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “Define ‘going out’.”
“Define ‘Yuri’,” Tiffany cut in. “The thief?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Yoona felt her defenses flare. “Because I want to.”
“You-“ Tiffany stopped talking while Jessica made one of her disapproving faces.
She knew what they were thinking. Yoona used to think it too. Why was she spending her time with that dumb women? Why was she ditching her time with her best friends for a gang of wannabe hipsters who listened to music that gave her headaches? Why was she not pretending and flirting and working the scene like she always did?
Yoona liked to act as if she didn’t have the answer to those questions. It made it easier to say, “the club got boring,” to the looks her friends were giving her.
It made it easier for her to say she was going down to Sunny’s record store for a few CDs to broaden her musical horizon and not because they happened to be the artists Yuri showed her.
It made it easier to deny that her body itched and tingled to be back at one of those venues, Sooyoung’s arm around her neck, Sunny’s cigarette smoke clouding around her, and Yuri’s smile on her.
It made it easier to deny that it was Yuri’s smile she craved the most. The look in her eyes she wanted the most, the sound of her sultry voice as she sang quietly, or the touch of her hand as she’d tug Yoona up to join the party and wouldn’t let go until she was sure Yoona was okay.
But Yoona was never okay. Around Yuri, she could never be just okay.
She felt like she was climbing off the mountain and into the clouds hoping there was someone to grab onto her once she reached out into space and never let her go.
-/-/-/-
“Like’em?”
Yoona pulled off the clunky headphones and let them hang around her neck.
They were in one of Sunny’s music booths, a stack of CDs on the bench of a collection of music Yuri had recommended her to try out. Honestly, Yoona didn’t really like it, but some of the lyrics were good and that accounted for something.
“They’re okay.”
“Try this.” Yuri pushed herself off the floor where she sat and picked up a new CD.
“Why don’t you ever sit next to me?” Yoona asked and Yuri shrank right back to the floor after she switched out the disc. When Yuri didn’t answer her immediately, Yoona went on. “You’re always on the floor, or across the room, or on the opposite end of the blanket, or a chair away.”
A shy smile came to Yuri’s lips and Yoona almost thought she wasn’t going to answer her. But one thing she learned was that Yuri wasn’t like those guys who swallowed the things they wanted to hide from her. It just took her a little bit of time to get it out.
"My mom used to tell me material things didn't last forever. That they'd ruin you." Before Yoona could ask what she was talking about and why she was changing the subject, Yuri went on. "I didn't believe her until I lost everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything.” Yuri leaned her head back against the side of the booth, eyes off and far away. "I got too attached to the pretty things. I needed to learn how to live without them."
"So you become homeless?"
"She always told me to be careful.” Yuri shrugged. “But you have warning written all over you."
Yoona felt that create a twinge in her gut. She didn't know why, but it may have been the way Yuri looked over to her like she was looking straight through her.
"How?" Yoona muttered, not able to find her voice.
"I've had a lot of houses, but never a home."
"And I'm just another flashy, luxury house to you?"
"More of a penthouse."
Ironic. That was exactly what Yoona lived in.
"What're you trying to say?"
Yuri laughed. “I don’t want to give you any wrong ideas."
Yoona felt her pulse quicken. She had become used to that with Yuri, but not like this. It ached. Ached like her body was trying to get use to butterflies and heart throbbing all over again.
"Like?"
Yuri’s hands moved around in the air as if it spelt out her words and thoughts.
It didn’t.
Yoona waited.
“You’re like these CDs,” Yuri finally said. Yoona’s brow furrowed but allowed her to continue. “The music is good, I like it, so I listen to it. But I put it back on the shelf out of reach, because if I keep it too close I might put it on repeat and get too attached.”
Yoona blinked. “You’re talking in poetry again.”
Yuri rolled her eyes and Yoona watched as she drew up from the floor and made her place next to Yoona on the bench.
Subconsciously, she leaned backwards the way she always did when Yuri got close. In the beginning it was because her presence repulsed her. Now it was because it intoxicated her.
Her body flinched when Yuri took the headphones off her shoulders and moved them to sit over her ears. The sound was muffled and metallic through the cushions.
“Have you ever worn out your favorite CD?”
Yoona shrugged and nodded and shook her head all at once because she couldn’t really answer that with Yuri being so close to her.
“Close your eyes,” Yuri instructed. When Yoona did, Yuri spoke again. “That’s what you are, Yoona. If I listen too much, I might wear it out. But I want to keep listening. I want to go home and I never want to stop listening."
“Why can’t you?”
“I lose things, remember?”
Music began to play through the headphones and Yoona jumped, eyes opening to an empty booth.
With a sigh, she dropped the headphones back onto the hook by the player.
“But you found me…”
-/-/-/-
It was when Yoona slapped one of the guys for copping a feel in the club that Jessica and Tiffany caught on.
They didn’t say anything about it as they ditched their respective playthings of the night to accompany her home, but she could hear their thoughts just as loud.
She could see their eyes moving around her house, noting the CDs, the records, the ticket stubs, the mutilated leather jacket hanging off her closet with a fresh receipt from the dry cleaners that indicated she had worn it recently.
She didn’t know why they didn’t say anything, but she may have had a clue.
“I hate going there.” Yoona said, curled up between Jessica and Tiffany on her couch while a movie played on the TV. “I hate it.”
“Yeah,” Tiffany handed her the wine bottle.
“It’s exhausting,” Jessica took the bottle last, finishing it off. “I’m kind of jealous.”
Yoona turned over to look at her, but Jessica’s eyes were just as blank as Yoona’s had been two months ago before missing leather jackets and before Yuri.
Yoona knew what she meant.
Pretending was exhausting and here Yoona was, not needing to pretend any longer, because the spark of life she had in her eyes the other two didn’t said she had found a way out.
“Let’s find a new club,” Yoona offered.
Jessica rolled her eyes while Tiffany gave a soft smile. “That could be fun.”
-/-/-/-
“I have a big house.”
“Wow, rub it in.”
Yoona ignored Sunny’s jab and turned back to Yuri who sat across from her on the train they were taking to a concert out in the country. It was a lineup of crappy artists according to Sooyoung, but it was free and they never passed up an opportunity.
“It’s pretty empty.” Yoona went on, wondering if Yuri understood what she meant. “I wasn’t really looking for a roommate, but I might be open to it now.”
Yuri’s eyebrow lifted and she saw Sunny glance over her shoulder at them while Sooyoung blatantly made show that she was listening.
“I could write your name on they key.” Yoona sat back, toying with one of the safety pins on her leather jacket. Yuri really did make it look cooler than it used to. “That way you won’t lose it.”
Yuri licked her lips. “Too flashy.”
Yoona rolled her eyes. “You’ve seen how much of a mess I can be.”
She earned a sly smile and Yoona flashed back to that night Yuri scraped her off the sidewalk and helped her clean the puke out of her hair.
Yuri sat back in her seat. “Could I get a tour first?” Yoona felt a rush of heat surge through her. She dropped her eyes.
“What the hell, Yul?” Sooyoung cut in. “I’ve been trying to get you to move in with me for months.”
“Sorry, Soo.” Yuri shrugged, shooting a heated glance at Yoona. “You didn’t have what I was looking for.”
-/-/-/-
It was loud and chaotic and Yoona could feel her teeth chattering with the rumble of the bass. The small, concert venue was packed and showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
In front of her she watched Yuri push her way over and smiled. Yoona returned it, hand grabbing onto the front of Yuri’s tank top and pulled her forward.
She had done a lot of thinking after that moment in the music booth. A lot of thinking. Probably too much thinking but it all pointed her back to the same things. All of which connected to Yuri. Always Yuri. And she was getting tired of trying to suppress the fact that she was starting to see color in her world instead of the same dull grays had to do with that stupid woman.
The alcohol in her system was the push she needed to drive away her inhibitions and she yanked so Yuri was flush against her.
She knew how to work these sorts of things. She knew how to bat her lashes, how to smile and play. But Yuri dismantled her and made it harder for her to catch her breath that was lost when a hand held onto her to keep her from being drawn away by the crowd.
“You have a way of stealing things away from me.” Yoona panted. Because Yuri had taken her breath away and the dullness in her life she could never seem to get rid of herself. “I won’t forgive you.”
“Then I’m not sorry for this.” Yuri’s lips barely touched hers but Yoona felt it like a tank engine, running right into her chest and leaving her winded.
When she opened her eyes, Yuri was weaving through the crowd away from her, eyes casted back asking Yoona to follow.
Pushing her way through the masses, Yoona knew she would never forgive her for that.
But she wouldn’t let her get away with it either.
-/-/-/-
It was so routine that she didn’t think about it.
It was normal for her to have a warm body above her and hands running along her skin at the end of the night. It was a place of comfort and familiarity. She knew when to moan, when to give in, when to take control. She knew how to gauge the tides and play to them because no two strangers were alike.
But Yuri was different from anyone else she had been with before.
Her lips were like the tips of matches and her fingers were like the strokes of brilliant calligraphy. They brushed unspoken words along Yoona’s spine, up her calves, and along her thighs that made Yoona’s lip quiver and her heart swell.
The look in her lidded eyes was observant, calculating, soaking in every thing Yoona did and used what she learned to draw those same reactions out of Yoona over and over again.
They both tasted of alcohol and smelt of smoke, but the pungency of their skin wafted into Yoona’s nose as something that she didn’t want to forget anytime soon. She didn’t want to let go of that hand she held as her body pulsed and released and she didn’t want that arm around her to ever let go.
She pleaded, in the chant of Yuri’s name, that it wouldn’t let her go. That she’d stay. That she’d be someone to wake up to in the morning. That she’d stay by her side and keep making Yoona feel like a normal girl, with a normal name, and a normal life, and cherished who she was at the core and nothing more.
“I won’t,” she heard Yuri murmur at her ear, taking Yoona aback.
She didn’t think she had spoken that plead out loud. It had been screaming so loudly in her head, she should’ve known the heartfelt, “don’t go,” would’ve slipped off her lips.
If it were anyone else, Yoona wouldn’t have believed Yuri’s words. But the kiss she placed at the corner of Yoona’s mouth and the arms she locked around her, rooting them in the middle of the bed was all the reassurance she needed.
Yoona let her eyes flutter shut. So this is what it felt like to be held – what it felt like to be truly wanted.
She felt a tear slide down her cheek.
How had she missed out on something so perfect for so long?
-/-/-/-
Yoona stood back, watching as Sooyoung and Sunny carried boxes into the house. Behind them, Yuri came in last with her backpack on one shoulder and guitar on the other.
“For a homeless woman, you have a lot stuff.” Sunny grumbled as she dropped a box down by the couch.
“Where did you keep it all?” Asked Yoona.
Yuri shrugged as she pushed the box Sooyoung sat down out of the middle of the floor. “I had a place.”
“Where?”
“The Record.” Sooyoung answered. “There’s an attic.”
Yoona blinked and Yuri gave her a sheepish smile. She had thought Yuri spent so much time around there because of Sunny. Not because she lived in it.
“This is the life,” Sooyoung let out a long breath as she plopped down onto one of Yoona’s couches. Her legs flew up, resting on the coffee table. “You scored big, Yul. Got any room for another?”
“I don’t think she does,“ said Yuri, walking over to where Yoona was leaning against the wall. “Right?”
A finger came up, tracing along Yoona’s bottom lip before another pair pressed onto hers and Yoona suddenly forgot about Sooyoung getting dust on her coffee table or that Sunny was rummaging around noisily in her kitchen.
“Get a room!” Someone yelled.
She felt Yuri start to pull away, but Yoona grabbed onto the front of her v-neck and held her in place. It wasn’t everyday she got to flaunt someone else. She wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity even with a bag of chips being thrown at their heads.
-/-/-/-
“Welcome to my world.”
“I don’t know about this, Yoong.”
The eyes of the club turned toward her upon entrance. They ate her up and prodded at Yuri. Heads turned and whispers hissed around. Yoona tightened her grip on Yuri’s hand and weaved them passed the crowd at the bar, who never did stop staring, and made her way to the booths where she found her friends.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Jessica slithered in a distasteful tone but Yoona knew the truth behind the malice in her voice. Jessica didn’t like it when people put their hands on the things she loved. Not unless they were worth it.
“She’s prettier than the last time we saw her.” Tiffany added in, eyes examining Yuri like she was a slab on display rather than a person. “Hi, I’m Tiffany. That’s Jessica.”
“Hi,” Yoona felt Yuri’s fingers tighten on hers.
“Why so tense?” Tiffany’s breathy voice floated just above the music. “We don’t bite…always.”
Yoona rolled her eyes. “They’re trying to scare you.”
Yuri ran her free hand through her hair. “It’s working.”
“Good.” Jessica’s lips peeled back in a grin.
“We’re going to dance.” Yoona dismissed them, leading Yuri away to the dance floor.
The tension was much less beneath strobe lights and surrounded by fog. It was a place she knew Yuri could relax, getting swept away by the music and lost in the constant movement of bodies. Wrapping her arms around Yuri’s neck, Yoona eased them into the dance fully aware of all the eyes but only caring about the ones right in front of her.
“Don’t worry about them. They like you.” Yoona tried, body rolling with the force of the crowd “They think you’re too hot to be a homeless person and don’t understand that money doesn’t always get you into someone’s pants.”
Yuri gave a low watt smile. “I don’t know if I can keep up with...” her eyes swept all over the club “all this.”
“Keep up with me,” leaning down, Yoona brushed a kiss on her lips. “That’s all that matters.”
Their lips molded again and Yoona felt her toes curl. She felt her heart squeeze and she felt her head spin. There was something different about kissing Yuri than all the others she had been with on this dance floor.
Unlike the others, Yuri would always be going back home with her. And unlike most of the inhabitants with their red lipstick and pressed ties, she’d have someone to wake up to in the morning.
-/-/-/-
“Yul?”
“Hm?” Yuri hummed from where she laid on the couch, earbuds in her ears and head bobbing to music.
It was still so strange to see another body sharing her space. Yuri looked foreign in her get up against the pristine furnishings of the penthouse, but it was a welcomed change Yoona knew she’d soon get used to.
Moving to the couch, Yuri sat up a moment for Yoona to sit down then rested back so her head was cradled in Yoona’s lap. Taking one of the earbuds, Yoona put it into her own ear, nose scrunching at the weird mix Yuri had been listening to. She took it back out.
Her finger came up to run down the hill of Yuri’s forehead and along her nose. Reaching her lips, a hand come up to take hers and thread their fingers together.
“Yoong?”
Yoona smiled at the nickname. She never liked it when her family called her it, but Yuri made it sound less childish. “Why did you steal my jacket?”
Yuri shrugged. “Needed a new one.”
“Why’d you give it back?”
Yuri’s lips pulled back in a grin as she took the other earbud out and paused her CD player. “If you knew what you do about me now when we met, would you have given me a chance?”
That was easy. “No.”
“That’s why. I needed another excuse to talk to you.”
“Another?”
“When I looked at you,” Yuri’s free hand shot up, fingers pressing into Yoona’s cheek as she cupped it. “I felt like I was home. I wanted more."
Yoona’s eyebrow quirked up. “I tried to run you over.”
“I was once told the best things for you can always be the hardest to get.” Yuri’s smile broadened. “I kept trying.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Yuri shrugged as she pulled lightly, drawing Yoona down in a kiss that made her lose train of thought for a moment until they parted. “You looked like you needed a home too.”
-/-/-/-
It was weird, Yoona thought as she settled down on the blanket stretched out in front of the amphitheatre. But it was also comfortable having Yuri, Sooyoung, and Sunny on her right with Jessica and Tiffany on her left.
The latter could try and look less like they were going to contract some disease from the blanket, but they weren’t making their complaints aloud as to the fact Yoona dragged them out of the limelight of the club to mingle with the lesser.
It wasn’t until the middle of the jazz band’s set that Jessica found herself in an argument with Sooyoung and Sunny was staring at Tiffany with this bemused and entranced look on her face as if she were looking at a bowl full of beautiful, sparkling rubies as Tiffany rambled on about music mixing and sound recording.
“This is awkward…”
Yoona looked up from where she was cradled between Yuri’s legs. “What is?”
“Them,” Yuri jutted her chin over to where Sunny and Tiffany sat. “Sunny’s got that look.”
Yoona grinned, taking the beer can out of Yuri’s hand and took a sip herself. “Jessica doesn’t put that much effort into anyone.”
Yuri hummed, hands warm and tickling as they smoothed down along Yoona’s arms. “Should I be worried?”
“No,” Yoona reached up, cupping Yuri’s face in her palm. “They’re just finally having fun.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah,” Yoona looked up through her lashes, smiling at the concern on Yuri’s face. “It feels good not to pretend anymore.”
“Pretend?”
“It’s nothing,” Yoona leaned up, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Nothing at all.”
Fin.
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Author: boxxsaltz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yoona/Yuri
Summary: Finder’s Keepers
AN: Done for the 3rd YoonYul FanFic Contested hosted on SSF. Check some others out!
Part II
“UF...Ovation?”
“It’s a band.”
“In what dimension?” Walking out of her bathroom, Yoona snatched the ticket out of Jessica’s fingers and tossed it into the trashcan by her dresser. “Why’d you throw it away?”
“I’m not going.”
“I wouldn’t either but-“ Jessica paced over to where Yoona stored her jewelry and began picking through it. Their pre-club routine never did change. “-where’d you get it?”
“A nobody.” Yoona fluffed out her curls. “Is Tiffany here?”
“She just pulled up.” Jessica said, reading off the message she had just gotten on her phone. “So, who was this nobody? Are they from the club”
Yoona eyed Jessica as she stepped into her heels. She knew that tone. It was the one that meant Jessica wanted name, age, description, and if the person’s pocketbook held enough to please her for the night.
“Not your type.”
“Are you saying that because you want them for yourself?”
“Trust me,” Yoona shouldered her purse. “They’re not worth your time.”
Yoona wished she could say the same for herself, but all night as she dance, and flirted, and teased, and moaned, the one thing in the back of her mind was a stupid concert ticket and the image of a stupid woman with ripped jeans, dirty boots, and eyes that cut right into her.
-/-/-/-
She didn’t know why she did it. Curiosity, maybe? Possibly boredom. Or it could’ve been the fact she didn’t feel like going out with Jessica and Tiffany since the last outing had ended up in a broken heel and a guy who couldn’t take no for an answer.
Add on that she was not one to just sit at home - too big, too empty, and too much time to herself – and she may have a reason.
But all Yoona really knew was that she was wearing the one thing in her closet that looked punk enough for a rock concert and a crumbled ticket with a coffee stain buried in her pocket.
Pulling up to the venue, Yoona followed the waving hands and traffic cones to a grass lot where she parked with the other mass of vehicles. She hadn’t known the venue – never heard of it – but found the reason why she didn’t was because it was a made up one built randomly in the middle of a field.
Walking toward the sounds of music, Yoona grumbled to herself for not getting a number for at least one of the people she kind of did know. There was no way she’d find any of them in the crowds, all decked out in attire a little more extreme than Yoona’s but not enough to make her feel completely out of place.
Following a large wave, she finally made it to the area where people had set up lawn chairs, blankets, coolers, tents, everything and anything all across the lot in front of a giant, built up stage. Along the front of it were banners of various band names and sponsors for the events.
Fingering the ticket in her pocket, she almost wondered why she needed one when it looked like one huge free for all.
“Ticket, please.” Or so she thought.
Pulling it out, she showed it to a man in all black and a walkie-talkie on his belt who ripped off a piece of it and handed the other back to Yoona before marking her hand with an X.
“I’m legal,” she said. The look she got made her feel like a total idiot as he turned away.
Oh. She looked at the crowd. They all had X’s.
Maneuvering out of the way of a group carrying a massive cooler, Yoona darted passed the reek of port-a-potties and down along the field careful not to step on any fingers or-
“Yoona!”
She stopped.
“Yah! Over here!”
Like a speck, she saw Sooyoung waving her arms from the middle of the crowd. Waving back, she made her way over, bidding her apologies for knocking over cans and bottles and stepping on blankets.
“Hey, you made it.” Yuri smiled up at her once she reached them. Yoona allowed herself not to get stuck on how full and inviting it was to focus on their space.
They had a large blanket stretched out littered with beer cans, snacks, and a couple of CDs Yoona was sure they had brought by chance of getting them signed. Above them was a large umbrella that shaded the sun from their heads and a couple of lawn chairs still broken down and laid on the corner she saw were used to keep the blanket anchored down so it wouldn’t flap up.
As Sooyoung made herself comfortable beside Sunny who was laid out on her stomach playing a portable game, Yuri moved one of the two guitars to make a place for her to sit.
“Nice jacket,”
Yoona narrowed her eyes and Yuri flashed her that same smile. Who knew she’d ever put that chopped and screwed and mutilated thing she nearly forgot in her backseat to use again.
“Do you pop?” Yoona lifted an eyebrow at Sooyoung’s sudden question.
“She means are you into pop music.” Yuri clarified.
“I like anything, I suppose.”
“What about them?” Sooyoug jerked her head to the stage.
Yoona focused in on the shred of guitar and the throaty tones of the vocalist screaming. Her face scrunched.
“Maybe not everything.” She said. It seemed to satisfy Sooyoung enough who went back to sipping her beer and lounging her head on Sunny’s back, eyes closed and humming to the music.
Feeling eyes on her, Yoona looked over to see Yuri holding out a can for her. Yoona started to wave it away but accepted it. She needed something to get her through the evening.
“Is this UF- whatever any good?” She asked to make conversation.
Yuri shrugged as expected. “We like’em.”
“They’ve got an old sound.” Sooyoung added.
Sunny raised a hand in the air. “Nothing beats the classics.”
Yoona nodded and took a drink. She wouldn’t argue with that.
The conversation died there, allowing the murmurs of the crowd and the blaring music to take up the air between them. Sitting there, Yoona went back and forth from watching the bands to avoid Yuri’s glances to nursing a few cans of beer to stop her nerves from being so wound.
It didn’t help. Alcohol to her was always associated with bright lights, dance floors, and grinding bodies. The rock music and flashlights brought out as the sun dipped away took place of the club vibe, and with the arrival of UFOvation (she still couldn’t get over the name), she was thrust into a frenzy of people.
“U.F.O! U.F.O!” Sooyoung chanted, jumping to her feet. Next to her, Sunny ditched her game to throw her fist in the air, pumping it to the thud of bass drum.
“Up,” Yuri tugged Yoona by the arm until she was on her feet. “Jump.”
Yoona flinched backward at the hot breath that had lapped at her ear. Turning her head, she saw Yuri was only a few inches from her, cheeks a little red and disarming smile on her lips.
“You’re in my world now,” Yuri went on, voice hardly loud enough so Yoona had to read it from her lips. “Jump.”
And Yoona jumped, joining in with the shouting people around her.
She jumped and she screamed and she thrashed all at Yuri’s command, allowing herself to forget about the life she had in the clubs, in her house, in meetings, in dinners, in the company and let herself be submerged in one that never knew who she was.
“Ovation!” Yoona found herself screaming, throat rasped and a little drunk with Sooyoung’s arm slung over her shoulder at the last clash of music.
Across the way, Yoona found Yuri’s eyes, burning up and glossy from the hype of the concert, lips parted and hair tossed all awry.
In that moment, as Yoona was pushed into a mosh of bodies, all she could think was that never in her life had someone looked at her like that.
And it quite possibly could’ve been what she had been missing all along.
-/-/-/-
She woke up with a pain in her body that could only be rivaled to how sore she was from the first time of doing yoga with Tiffany. But mosh pits required more of her body than any yoga. The bruises she could feel all over her body from where people had elbowed, kneed, and punched her in the chaos didn’t hold promise of fading anytime soon.
Rolling over, Yoona buried her face in the sheets wishing the throbbing in her skull would go away but only intensified as she took in a deep breath, catching the unfamiliar smell of detergent.
Eyes opening, lime green sheets instead of stark white greeted her and she sat up, eyeing her surroundings.
Wherever she was, it was in a state between tidy and messy and owned by someone who must’ve been a hoarder from all the clutter that was placed around.
On top of a desk, a small fan oscillated, blowing cool air into an already freezing room. Yoona pulled the blankets around her up tighter, covering her bare arms, and examined the Polaroid pictures tacked to the wall of Sooyoung, Yuri, and Sunny in various poses and locations.
“Hey,” Yoona jumped as Yuri’s voice filtered into the room, followed by Yuri in the flesh holding a glass of water. “Take these.” Yuri opened her palm to a set of pain pills.
“No, thank you.” Yoona declined. Yuri shrugged and popped them into her own mouth, downing half the glass of water. At least she didn’t waste things.
Eyes alert, Yoona watched Yuri move along the room picking up a few things in attempts to make the place look less of a mess.
“Is this your place?”
Yuri shook her head. “It’s Soo’s,” she picked up a tossed aside acoustic guitar. Yoona watched as she went to store it on its rack then changed her mind to sit on the floor cross-legged with it in her lap.
Yoona pulled her knees to her chest. “Where do you live?”
She gave an uneasy laugh, running a hand through her hair then went back to tuning. “Everywhere.”
“Is that some hippie way to say you're homeless?”
Yuri shrugged. “Any place can be your home if you try hard enough.”
Yoona titled her head. She hadn’t expected that. “Are you really homeless?”
Another shrug and a strum of a chord. “I don’t really belong anywhere if that’s what you mean.”
“It’s not,”
“I’m houseless. Not homeless.”
“Poetic.” Yoona deadpanned.
Yuri offered her a smile as she began to play softly. Yoona would’ve told her to stop, but it wasn’t bothering her headache and it sounded nice and she sort of liked watching Yuri’s fingers move along the frets and strum.
She turned away before she could get mesmerized and peered out a sliver in the curtain. The dull grays of morning were overhead; high clouds hovering over one of the most breathtaking views of Seoul Yoona had seen. And she had seen Seoul from many angles. None made it look as pretty as the one she was in.
“Your friend called.”
“Who?”
Shrug. “Screen said Jessica.”
“Where’s my phone?”
Yuri jutted her chin toward the desk. “It’s dead.”
“Got a charger?”
“Not for that type.”
Useless. Yoona leaned her back against the wall, watching Yuri play. A few beats in, she began to sing softly a song Yoona didn’t know.
“Is that how you make money? Playing on the street?”
“Sometimes.”
“Is that why you were outside the club that one night?”
“The rich never give,” Yuri said with a tone of distaste, glancing up to Yoona. “They throw things away. I collect what’s left in the trash.” Yoona nodded. Made sense. “Did you enjoy the concert?”
“I did.”
“Really?” There was genuine shook on Yuri’s face.
“It was different.” Yoona dropped her knees, picking at a stray thread on the blanket. “I liked it.”
“Wanna go again?”
Yoona saw Yuri chew on her lip. “Same venue?”
“New. In Busan.”
Busan? That was pretty far.
“Why not?”
-/-/-/-
The music in Busan was completely different. More electronic; less sceamo.
It was what Yoona was more used to from the club and she found herself letting go a little bit more because of it.
She could feel eyes on her, but they were a different sort of eyes. These didn’t watch her with the intent on gossiping about what they saw the Im’s daughter doing. They were eyes of genuine interest, of hunger for a new girl on the scene they could take home, and amusement.
Beside her, she felt Sooyoung’s presence and allowed herself to be swept into a sort of dance with her before she was passed off to someone random. In the hype of it all, a glow stick found place in her hand and Sunny’s daylight smile was in front of her, laugh ringing out.
“I’m impressed, rich girl.” She spun Yoona away from her and shoved her into another body.
Her limbs were aching by the time she was thrust into a solid body with firm hands and a thousand watt smile. Yoona found herself caught in the way it pulled back along fine smile lines and creased into their eyes.
Focused eyes.
Yoona blinked and her vision cleared to see Yuri. Her body was close to hers, radiating with the heat from the bodies around them. When had so many others showed up?
She couldn’t make up from down or right from left. All she saw was neon glow sticks and heard trance ripping through her ears and down her gut. Off brand beer sloshed her stomach and ran into her veins. Bodies pressed against her and she was molded with Yuri with nowhere to go.
“Feeling okay?” Leave it to Yuri to ask how she was while they were pressed together, faces centimeters apart, and alcohol in them so much Yoona wouldn’t deny that having that skin on her did something to her.
It could’ve been anybody and her body would’ve reacted. But it probably wouldn’t have reacted as strongly as it did when Yuri’s hand gripped behind the small of her back, holding her in place so she couldn’t be swept away.
“Yoona?”
“What are you doing to me?” The words fell off her lips along with a bead of sweat that she licked off.
The last thing she heard before they were consumed by a new drop of the beat and a chorus of screams was a husky,
“What you did to me first.”
Yoona shivered. When was the last time simple words made her spine tingle that way?
-/-/-/-
“We need to talk.”
“Why?” Yoona’s chin slipped off the heel of her hand. Jessica and Tiffany both stared back at her from across their normal table and plates of food. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re wrong,” said Tiffany, hand motioning toward her. “Jessica thinks you’ve been moonlighting as a drug dealer.”
“A what?” Yoona looked over at Jessica who was nodding while she sipped at her water.
“Look at your eyes,” Tiffany pointed.
Yoona swatted her hand away. “I’m just tired.”
“Because you’ve been selling drugs in the middle of the night.” Jessica added. For the first time Yoona realized that the amount in your pocket did not equal the amount one had in their head.
“I’m not selling drugs. I’ve been out.”
“Out?”
“With friends.”
“Friends?” Yoona backtracked. All Jessica and Tiffany knew was that they were her friends and no one else. She didn’t even know why she called Yuri and the others friends. When did she think they could earn that title? “You’re cheating on us.”
“Like you’re innocent.” She muttered and gave in before they could say anymore. “I’ve been going out with Yuri.”
Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “Define ‘going out’.”
“Define ‘Yuri’,” Tiffany cut in. “The thief?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Yoona felt her defenses flare. “Because I want to.”
“You-“ Tiffany stopped talking while Jessica made one of her disapproving faces.
She knew what they were thinking. Yoona used to think it too. Why was she spending her time with that dumb women? Why was she ditching her time with her best friends for a gang of wannabe hipsters who listened to music that gave her headaches? Why was she not pretending and flirting and working the scene like she always did?
Yoona liked to act as if she didn’t have the answer to those questions. It made it easier to say, “the club got boring,” to the looks her friends were giving her.
It made it easier for her to say she was going down to Sunny’s record store for a few CDs to broaden her musical horizon and not because they happened to be the artists Yuri showed her.
It made it easier to deny that her body itched and tingled to be back at one of those venues, Sooyoung’s arm around her neck, Sunny’s cigarette smoke clouding around her, and Yuri’s smile on her.
It made it easier to deny that it was Yuri’s smile she craved the most. The look in her eyes she wanted the most, the sound of her sultry voice as she sang quietly, or the touch of her hand as she’d tug Yoona up to join the party and wouldn’t let go until she was sure Yoona was okay.
But Yoona was never okay. Around Yuri, she could never be just okay.
She felt like she was climbing off the mountain and into the clouds hoping there was someone to grab onto her once she reached out into space and never let her go.
-/-/-/-
“Like’em?”
Yoona pulled off the clunky headphones and let them hang around her neck.
They were in one of Sunny’s music booths, a stack of CDs on the bench of a collection of music Yuri had recommended her to try out. Honestly, Yoona didn’t really like it, but some of the lyrics were good and that accounted for something.
“They’re okay.”
“Try this.” Yuri pushed herself off the floor where she sat and picked up a new CD.
“Why don’t you ever sit next to me?” Yoona asked and Yuri shrank right back to the floor after she switched out the disc. When Yuri didn’t answer her immediately, Yoona went on. “You’re always on the floor, or across the room, or on the opposite end of the blanket, or a chair away.”
A shy smile came to Yuri’s lips and Yoona almost thought she wasn’t going to answer her. But one thing she learned was that Yuri wasn’t like those guys who swallowed the things they wanted to hide from her. It just took her a little bit of time to get it out.
"My mom used to tell me material things didn't last forever. That they'd ruin you." Before Yoona could ask what she was talking about and why she was changing the subject, Yuri went on. "I didn't believe her until I lost everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything.” Yuri leaned her head back against the side of the booth, eyes off and far away. "I got too attached to the pretty things. I needed to learn how to live without them."
"So you become homeless?"
"She always told me to be careful.” Yuri shrugged. “But you have warning written all over you."
Yoona felt that create a twinge in her gut. She didn't know why, but it may have been the way Yuri looked over to her like she was looking straight through her.
"How?" Yoona muttered, not able to find her voice.
"I've had a lot of houses, but never a home."
"And I'm just another flashy, luxury house to you?"
"More of a penthouse."
Ironic. That was exactly what Yoona lived in.
"What're you trying to say?"
Yuri laughed. “I don’t want to give you any wrong ideas."
Yoona felt her pulse quicken. She had become used to that with Yuri, but not like this. It ached. Ached like her body was trying to get use to butterflies and heart throbbing all over again.
"Like?"
Yuri’s hands moved around in the air as if it spelt out her words and thoughts.
It didn’t.
Yoona waited.
“You’re like these CDs,” Yuri finally said. Yoona’s brow furrowed but allowed her to continue. “The music is good, I like it, so I listen to it. But I put it back on the shelf out of reach, because if I keep it too close I might put it on repeat and get too attached.”
Yoona blinked. “You’re talking in poetry again.”
Yuri rolled her eyes and Yoona watched as she drew up from the floor and made her place next to Yoona on the bench.
Subconsciously, she leaned backwards the way she always did when Yuri got close. In the beginning it was because her presence repulsed her. Now it was because it intoxicated her.
Her body flinched when Yuri took the headphones off her shoulders and moved them to sit over her ears. The sound was muffled and metallic through the cushions.
“Have you ever worn out your favorite CD?”
Yoona shrugged and nodded and shook her head all at once because she couldn’t really answer that with Yuri being so close to her.
“Close your eyes,” Yuri instructed. When Yoona did, Yuri spoke again. “That’s what you are, Yoona. If I listen too much, I might wear it out. But I want to keep listening. I want to go home and I never want to stop listening."
“Why can’t you?”
“I lose things, remember?”
Music began to play through the headphones and Yoona jumped, eyes opening to an empty booth.
With a sigh, she dropped the headphones back onto the hook by the player.
“But you found me…”
-/-/-/-
It was when Yoona slapped one of the guys for copping a feel in the club that Jessica and Tiffany caught on.
They didn’t say anything about it as they ditched their respective playthings of the night to accompany her home, but she could hear their thoughts just as loud.
She could see their eyes moving around her house, noting the CDs, the records, the ticket stubs, the mutilated leather jacket hanging off her closet with a fresh receipt from the dry cleaners that indicated she had worn it recently.
She didn’t know why they didn’t say anything, but she may have had a clue.
“I hate going there.” Yoona said, curled up between Jessica and Tiffany on her couch while a movie played on the TV. “I hate it.”
“Yeah,” Tiffany handed her the wine bottle.
“It’s exhausting,” Jessica took the bottle last, finishing it off. “I’m kind of jealous.”
Yoona turned over to look at her, but Jessica’s eyes were just as blank as Yoona’s had been two months ago before missing leather jackets and before Yuri.
Yoona knew what she meant.
Pretending was exhausting and here Yoona was, not needing to pretend any longer, because the spark of life she had in her eyes the other two didn’t said she had found a way out.
“Let’s find a new club,” Yoona offered.
Jessica rolled her eyes while Tiffany gave a soft smile. “That could be fun.”
-/-/-/-
“I have a big house.”
“Wow, rub it in.”
Yoona ignored Sunny’s jab and turned back to Yuri who sat across from her on the train they were taking to a concert out in the country. It was a lineup of crappy artists according to Sooyoung, but it was free and they never passed up an opportunity.
“It’s pretty empty.” Yoona went on, wondering if Yuri understood what she meant. “I wasn’t really looking for a roommate, but I might be open to it now.”
Yuri’s eyebrow lifted and she saw Sunny glance over her shoulder at them while Sooyoung blatantly made show that she was listening.
“I could write your name on they key.” Yoona sat back, toying with one of the safety pins on her leather jacket. Yuri really did make it look cooler than it used to. “That way you won’t lose it.”
Yuri licked her lips. “Too flashy.”
Yoona rolled her eyes. “You’ve seen how much of a mess I can be.”
She earned a sly smile and Yoona flashed back to that night Yuri scraped her off the sidewalk and helped her clean the puke out of her hair.
Yuri sat back in her seat. “Could I get a tour first?” Yoona felt a rush of heat surge through her. She dropped her eyes.
“What the hell, Yul?” Sooyoung cut in. “I’ve been trying to get you to move in with me for months.”
“Sorry, Soo.” Yuri shrugged, shooting a heated glance at Yoona. “You didn’t have what I was looking for.”
-/-/-/-
It was loud and chaotic and Yoona could feel her teeth chattering with the rumble of the bass. The small, concert venue was packed and showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
In front of her she watched Yuri push her way over and smiled. Yoona returned it, hand grabbing onto the front of Yuri’s tank top and pulled her forward.
She had done a lot of thinking after that moment in the music booth. A lot of thinking. Probably too much thinking but it all pointed her back to the same things. All of which connected to Yuri. Always Yuri. And she was getting tired of trying to suppress the fact that she was starting to see color in her world instead of the same dull grays had to do with that stupid woman.
The alcohol in her system was the push she needed to drive away her inhibitions and she yanked so Yuri was flush against her.
She knew how to work these sorts of things. She knew how to bat her lashes, how to smile and play. But Yuri dismantled her and made it harder for her to catch her breath that was lost when a hand held onto her to keep her from being drawn away by the crowd.
“You have a way of stealing things away from me.” Yoona panted. Because Yuri had taken her breath away and the dullness in her life she could never seem to get rid of herself. “I won’t forgive you.”
“Then I’m not sorry for this.” Yuri’s lips barely touched hers but Yoona felt it like a tank engine, running right into her chest and leaving her winded.
When she opened her eyes, Yuri was weaving through the crowd away from her, eyes casted back asking Yoona to follow.
Pushing her way through the masses, Yoona knew she would never forgive her for that.
But she wouldn’t let her get away with it either.
-/-/-/-
It was so routine that she didn’t think about it.
It was normal for her to have a warm body above her and hands running along her skin at the end of the night. It was a place of comfort and familiarity. She knew when to moan, when to give in, when to take control. She knew how to gauge the tides and play to them because no two strangers were alike.
But Yuri was different from anyone else she had been with before.
Her lips were like the tips of matches and her fingers were like the strokes of brilliant calligraphy. They brushed unspoken words along Yoona’s spine, up her calves, and along her thighs that made Yoona’s lip quiver and her heart swell.
The look in her lidded eyes was observant, calculating, soaking in every thing Yoona did and used what she learned to draw those same reactions out of Yoona over and over again.
They both tasted of alcohol and smelt of smoke, but the pungency of their skin wafted into Yoona’s nose as something that she didn’t want to forget anytime soon. She didn’t want to let go of that hand she held as her body pulsed and released and she didn’t want that arm around her to ever let go.
She pleaded, in the chant of Yuri’s name, that it wouldn’t let her go. That she’d stay. That she’d be someone to wake up to in the morning. That she’d stay by her side and keep making Yoona feel like a normal girl, with a normal name, and a normal life, and cherished who she was at the core and nothing more.
“I won’t,” she heard Yuri murmur at her ear, taking Yoona aback.
She didn’t think she had spoken that plead out loud. It had been screaming so loudly in her head, she should’ve known the heartfelt, “don’t go,” would’ve slipped off her lips.
If it were anyone else, Yoona wouldn’t have believed Yuri’s words. But the kiss she placed at the corner of Yoona’s mouth and the arms she locked around her, rooting them in the middle of the bed was all the reassurance she needed.
Yoona let her eyes flutter shut. So this is what it felt like to be held – what it felt like to be truly wanted.
She felt a tear slide down her cheek.
How had she missed out on something so perfect for so long?
-/-/-/-
Yoona stood back, watching as Sooyoung and Sunny carried boxes into the house. Behind them, Yuri came in last with her backpack on one shoulder and guitar on the other.
“For a homeless woman, you have a lot stuff.” Sunny grumbled as she dropped a box down by the couch.
“Where did you keep it all?” Asked Yoona.
Yuri shrugged as she pushed the box Sooyoung sat down out of the middle of the floor. “I had a place.”
“Where?”
“The Record.” Sooyoung answered. “There’s an attic.”
Yoona blinked and Yuri gave her a sheepish smile. She had thought Yuri spent so much time around there because of Sunny. Not because she lived in it.
“This is the life,” Sooyoung let out a long breath as she plopped down onto one of Yoona’s couches. Her legs flew up, resting on the coffee table. “You scored big, Yul. Got any room for another?”
“I don’t think she does,“ said Yuri, walking over to where Yoona was leaning against the wall. “Right?”
A finger came up, tracing along Yoona’s bottom lip before another pair pressed onto hers and Yoona suddenly forgot about Sooyoung getting dust on her coffee table or that Sunny was rummaging around noisily in her kitchen.
“Get a room!” Someone yelled.
She felt Yuri start to pull away, but Yoona grabbed onto the front of her v-neck and held her in place. It wasn’t everyday she got to flaunt someone else. She wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity even with a bag of chips being thrown at their heads.
-/-/-/-
“Welcome to my world.”
“I don’t know about this, Yoong.”
The eyes of the club turned toward her upon entrance. They ate her up and prodded at Yuri. Heads turned and whispers hissed around. Yoona tightened her grip on Yuri’s hand and weaved them passed the crowd at the bar, who never did stop staring, and made her way to the booths where she found her friends.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Jessica slithered in a distasteful tone but Yoona knew the truth behind the malice in her voice. Jessica didn’t like it when people put their hands on the things she loved. Not unless they were worth it.
“She’s prettier than the last time we saw her.” Tiffany added in, eyes examining Yuri like she was a slab on display rather than a person. “Hi, I’m Tiffany. That’s Jessica.”
“Hi,” Yoona felt Yuri’s fingers tighten on hers.
“Why so tense?” Tiffany’s breathy voice floated just above the music. “We don’t bite…always.”
Yoona rolled her eyes. “They’re trying to scare you.”
Yuri ran her free hand through her hair. “It’s working.”
“Good.” Jessica’s lips peeled back in a grin.
“We’re going to dance.” Yoona dismissed them, leading Yuri away to the dance floor.
The tension was much less beneath strobe lights and surrounded by fog. It was a place she knew Yuri could relax, getting swept away by the music and lost in the constant movement of bodies. Wrapping her arms around Yuri’s neck, Yoona eased them into the dance fully aware of all the eyes but only caring about the ones right in front of her.
“Don’t worry about them. They like you.” Yoona tried, body rolling with the force of the crowd “They think you’re too hot to be a homeless person and don’t understand that money doesn’t always get you into someone’s pants.”
Yuri gave a low watt smile. “I don’t know if I can keep up with...” her eyes swept all over the club “all this.”
“Keep up with me,” leaning down, Yoona brushed a kiss on her lips. “That’s all that matters.”
Their lips molded again and Yoona felt her toes curl. She felt her heart squeeze and she felt her head spin. There was something different about kissing Yuri than all the others she had been with on this dance floor.
Unlike the others, Yuri would always be going back home with her. And unlike most of the inhabitants with their red lipstick and pressed ties, she’d have someone to wake up to in the morning.
-/-/-/-
“Yul?”
“Hm?” Yuri hummed from where she laid on the couch, earbuds in her ears and head bobbing to music.
It was still so strange to see another body sharing her space. Yuri looked foreign in her get up against the pristine furnishings of the penthouse, but it was a welcomed change Yoona knew she’d soon get used to.
Moving to the couch, Yuri sat up a moment for Yoona to sit down then rested back so her head was cradled in Yoona’s lap. Taking one of the earbuds, Yoona put it into her own ear, nose scrunching at the weird mix Yuri had been listening to. She took it back out.
Her finger came up to run down the hill of Yuri’s forehead and along her nose. Reaching her lips, a hand come up to take hers and thread their fingers together.
“Yoong?”
Yoona smiled at the nickname. She never liked it when her family called her it, but Yuri made it sound less childish. “Why did you steal my jacket?”
Yuri shrugged. “Needed a new one.”
“Why’d you give it back?”
Yuri’s lips pulled back in a grin as she took the other earbud out and paused her CD player. “If you knew what you do about me now when we met, would you have given me a chance?”
That was easy. “No.”
“That’s why. I needed another excuse to talk to you.”
“Another?”
“When I looked at you,” Yuri’s free hand shot up, fingers pressing into Yoona’s cheek as she cupped it. “I felt like I was home. I wanted more."
Yoona’s eyebrow quirked up. “I tried to run you over.”
“I was once told the best things for you can always be the hardest to get.” Yuri’s smile broadened. “I kept trying.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Yuri shrugged as she pulled lightly, drawing Yoona down in a kiss that made her lose train of thought for a moment until they parted. “You looked like you needed a home too.”
-/-/-/-
It was weird, Yoona thought as she settled down on the blanket stretched out in front of the amphitheatre. But it was also comfortable having Yuri, Sooyoung, and Sunny on her right with Jessica and Tiffany on her left.
The latter could try and look less like they were going to contract some disease from the blanket, but they weren’t making their complaints aloud as to the fact Yoona dragged them out of the limelight of the club to mingle with the lesser.
It wasn’t until the middle of the jazz band’s set that Jessica found herself in an argument with Sooyoung and Sunny was staring at Tiffany with this bemused and entranced look on her face as if she were looking at a bowl full of beautiful, sparkling rubies as Tiffany rambled on about music mixing and sound recording.
“This is awkward…”
Yoona looked up from where she was cradled between Yuri’s legs. “What is?”
“Them,” Yuri jutted her chin over to where Sunny and Tiffany sat. “Sunny’s got that look.”
Yoona grinned, taking the beer can out of Yuri’s hand and took a sip herself. “Jessica doesn’t put that much effort into anyone.”
Yuri hummed, hands warm and tickling as they smoothed down along Yoona’s arms. “Should I be worried?”
“No,” Yoona reached up, cupping Yuri’s face in her palm. “They’re just finally having fun.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah,” Yoona looked up through her lashes, smiling at the concern on Yuri’s face. “It feels good not to pretend anymore.”
“Pretend?”
“It’s nothing,” Yoona leaned up, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Nothing at all.”
Fin.
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Date: 2013-08-06 03:20 pm (UTC)i have to stop sometime and say 'damn' it's so good. all them metaphors and that confession arggggaskhdsakjf,
“Define ‘going out’.”
“Define ‘Yuri’,”
LOL.
I love your writingggggg~~
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Date: 2013-08-06 03:57 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for this. Hope you win/place!! :D
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Date: 2013-08-08 03:18 pm (UTC)Can we have an epic, super, fistbump?! *supah fistbump!!!*
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Date: 2013-08-08 04:06 pm (UTC)And congrats on the win!! I came in at fifth or something lol. Enjoy the Yoonyul swag!! :D
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Date: 2013-08-08 04:27 pm (UTC)Thanks, man! Who are you on ssf?!
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Date: 2013-08-08 04:31 pm (UTC)I'm smileformebb.
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Date: 2013-08-08 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-08 04:44 pm (UTC)Haha I really liked the Yoona character. Yeaaaahh I couldn't put in 100% due to timing constraints, so it was a one-scener haha.
That was fun, tho! I'm up for entering more contests in the future. :3
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Date: 2013-08-08 04:53 pm (UTC)It was fun lol same here!
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Date: 2013-08-06 09:20 pm (UTC)Your characters are spot on, I could almost hear Sooyoung and Yuri's poetic little rambles were perfect.
Thank you for writing this!
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Date: 2013-08-08 04:10 am (UTC)Thanks, friend :D
HI
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Date: 2013-08-08 09:04 am (UTC)HI. I'VE COME TO FINALLY COMMENT AND COMBUST.
You... This... I mean... THIS LINE THREW ME OVER THE CLIFF- "Yuri’s lips barely touched hers but Yoona felt it like a tank engine, running right into her chest and leaving her winded."
TANK. ENGINE. BECAUSE YOONYUL HAS TROOPERS THAT RIDE ON TANKS.
And, Jessica and Tiffany's characters were so wonderful along with Sooyoung and Sunny and I just am squealing and flailing. Everything was so fabulous and perfect. Great pace, great humor, great descriptions. The picture is perfectly painted in my head!
UGH I AM JUST GOING TO SQUEAL AGAIN. I HAVE SO MANY FAVORITE LINES BUT IM SO INCOHERENT BECAUSE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. THAT'S ALL IM GOING TO EMBARRASS MYSELF WITH TODAY.
p.s. I'm so glad Lauren was able to read this story of yours.
p.s.s. I am so happy, thank you.
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Date: 2013-08-08 03:41 pm (UTC)Ahhhhh I'm so glad you liked it and all those little bits thrown in there though yoonyul troopers? Coincidence. I think so. lol. This was a hard oneshot to write BECAUSE it was yoonyul. But, maybe there will be more. Your Reason and Lonely (which I need to commet on) made a tiny yoonyul spark.
p.s. thank you ^_<
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Date: 2013-08-20 06:47 am (UTC)writer pls do not do this to me omg i am crying you are so good can someone pls
<3 I REQUEST A PDF WOMAN LIKE RIGHT NOW.
ok if you could i would love you like literally ok literally.
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Date: 2013-08-21 12:10 pm (UTC)