Born to die
Who knows why
They still try
It’s gone awry
Destined to end
Who’s on the mend
Said just a friend
They couldn’t blend
Heart’s a sigh
Without her hand
Blue is the sky
Yet does not lend
Passing cycles by
Over under land
Down they lie
Time slipping like sand
Still goodbye
Why do they try
Alone to cry
Born to die
“Hey, Taeyeon.”
“Hey, Ailee.”
The taller woman of the two winked at the pale, petite, pretty woman as she strode into the practice room. “The MAMA world gonna be SHOOK once we show them what we got prepared.”
The pale, petite, pretty woman grinned, showing her two rows of splendidly white, brace-straighten teeth. “You bet.”
“I’m feeling it as we speak.” Ailee bounced onto the couch next to Taeyeon. “So hawt.”
Taeyeon turned to the owner of the curvy figure and smiled. “Let’s practice.”
Ailee returned a knowing grin. “Which part?”
“This.” Hand reaching out, Taeyeon pulled Ailee’s neck, bringing the woman’s lips to hers. Without hesitation, she puckered hers up and their lips met—hard.
A few seconds later, Ailee emerged, breathing hard. “Omo. You’re such a wicked kisser.”
“All the better to SHOOK MAMA with,” Taeyeon answered with a wide grin as she wiped her bottom lip with the back of her hand. “But do you mind not nibbling on my lip so much? It hurts a little and I still need to sing afterwards.”
Ailee nodded, her countenance calm and easy. “I’ll stop nibbling if you stop doing that thing with your tongue. It’ll distract me from my part too.”
“What thing?”
Ailee blushed. “Just—don’t. Like, leave your tongue lying flat like a dead snake. Don’t do anything with it.”
“But that takes the fun out of kissing on stage. It won’t be SHOOK enough.”
With a roll of her eyes, Ailee throws her hands into the air. “They’ll be SHOOK if I sing off-pitch because of this.”
Taeyeon shrugged. “You find a way around this. I’m not restricting my tongue—whatever it does.”
Ailee narrowed her eyes. “You sure about this? I was willing to compromise with my nibbling.”
Taeyeon stood abruptly. “We should practice the dance too. The last time, you didn’t lift my leg high enough.”
“Higher, you say?”
“Yeah.” Taeyeon turned her unwavering stare to Ailee. “Higher.”
“Alright. I’ll lift your leg so high your hamstrings gonna snap.”
“Hah. Lift it as high as you like. I been doing yoga lately. I’m as bendy as a paperclip now.”
“Put the music on.” Ailee cracked her knuckles as she stood as well. “Let’s get cracking.”
X.x
With the rumbustious crowd screaming their hearts out for the boy groups, Taeyeon and Ailee exchanged a look as they sat in the waiting room backstage. Ailee reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of something red and sticky-ish.
“Want to try this?”
Taeyeon looked. “What is it?”
“My grandma’s makjang. It’s crazy good, I swear.”
“But we’re up within the next thirty minutes.”
Ailee made a face. “Aish, we’re queens tonight. You’re the Best Female Artist and I’m the Best Female Vocalist. We can eat what we want, when we want.”
“Okay, but we can’t just eat makjang like this.”
Ailee flashed a grin and pulled out a Tupperware. Opening it, she revealed two neat rows of meat wrap ingredients. “This is the bomb, I’m telling you.”
“Fine.”
“Good.” Ailee put a piece of meat on the vegetable leaf and smeared a generous smatter of makjang on the meat before wrapping it up. “Ah . . .”
Taeyeon opened her mouth and Ailee stuffed the entire meat wrap in. Closing her lips around it, Taeyeon chewed and chewed and chewed. She frowned after a few chews.
“So, how is it?”
“Uh . . .”
“It’s good, isn’t it?”
“It tastes weird. My tongue . . .”
“What’s happening to your tongue?”
Taeyeon’s eyes widened and she froze. “YOU! YU! Y—”
Ailee broke into wild laughter. “Serves you right!”
“Ma donggg.”
“Yeah, your tongue is numb now. You won’t be able to do that thing when we kiss on stage later.”
“DUCK!”
“Yeah,” said Ailee, cracking up with more laughter. “DUCK!” Her laughter died along with her styled hair as Taeyeon launched herself at the singer.
It was all hair and claws and grabbing and scratching and Ailee landed on top of Taeyeon, pulling her dress halfway down. Taeyeon might have been stuck below Ailee but she wasn’t giving the taller woman a break either. Ailee’s jacket was off her shoulders along with her black spaghetti top strap and her neck sported a few lines of angry red scratches, courtesy of Taeyeon’s lovely manicured nails.
In the mess of the cat fight, neither Ailee nor Taeyeon noticed the door of their waiting room opening.
“Hey, honey boo b—”
The cool steel of something unfriendly stopped Ailee in mid-grab.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY BOO?”
“Ti-i-i-ff-ff-ffany,” Ailee stammered. “Do-o-on’t sh-sh-oo-oo-t m-me, p-please.”
“Don dood don dood!” Taeyeon panicked.
“O m g, Taeyeon! What happened to you?” The new entry squatted beside Taeyeon and cupped Taeyeon’s cheek. “Say ah . . .”
“Ah . . .”
“O m g! Your tongue! Why is it swollen?” Turning her big brown eyes back to Ailee, Tiffany pressed the handgun harder against the singer’s temple. “WHY IS MY BOO’S TONGUE SWOLLEN? WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?”
“I-I’m s-so-rr-rry. I f-fed her mak-j-jang with-h ex-t-tra s-stuff.”
“FIX THE PROBLEM NAO!”
“M-MILK!” Ailee jumped to her feet and dashed to the refrigerator they were provided in their waiting rooms cos they were queens. Taking out a packet of milk, she ran back to Taeyeon and gave it to her. “Drink it. You’ll be cured.”
Taeyeon drank the milk and after a few minutes, was able to say ‘fuck’ again. “You little fucker, you,” she said to Ailee while soothing Tiffany’s ruffled feathers.
Ailee pulled a sheepish grin. “Does she have to hold her gun all the time? Can she keep it? It’s making me nervous.”
“Tiffany, booboo, you can keep your gun now. Everything’s alright now.”
Just then, there was a knock on the door before it opened. A man with an ear contraption stuck his head in. “You’re up next. Standby, please.”
“Alright, let’s go,” said Ailee as she straightened up her clothes. Her styled hair was a goner so she messed it up to make it look deliberate. “They’ll eat it up anyway, cos we’re queens,”
Taeyeon stood and did the same. “I’m ready. Let’s go.” Turning to Tiffany, she said, “I’ll be right back, booboo.”
“I’ll be right here waiting for you,” Tiffany sang.
X.x
Ailee was right. Ailee and Taeyeon were queens and their fans ate it all up, messy hair and all. Even the rip Taeyeon’s dress suffered was admired as she sang her lines with all her heart and soul. The audience was rapt as they delivered line after line with vocal, emotional perfection, but they went absolutely insane when Taeyeon grabbed Ailee and pulled her in for the stage kiss.
Tongue. She gave Ailee the special and grinned when Ailee leaned on her heavily. Usually, if done right, Taeyeon’s tongue had the power to turn people’s legs into jelly and Ailee was no exception. A steaming hot kiss later, Taeyeon pulled away and turned to the audience with her customized mic raised. Ailee was supposed to sing this part but she was still staring into space so Taeyeon lowered her mic and sang it for her.
“I believe . . . I’ll be over you . . .”
X.x
a/n: please don’t judge me for writing this. it WASN’T my idea. it’s a spin off from some weird Twitter convo where one thing led to another. I have met the criteria of WILD + MAKJANG (x2) + TIFFANY FEATURE + TAEYEONxAILEE DUET. So I hope those people on Twitter are happy. HAHAHAHAHAHA. ALL BECAUSE OF ONE PICTURE.
Never has anything felt as right,
Not too loose, not too tight.
My hand in yours,
Where home is, so casually.
On Twitter: https://twitter.com/itsakyo/status/760030299329667072?s=09
Tonight ❤
The one-word-one-emoji message pops up on her screen and that’s all it takes for her to leap to her feet. “Bye guys!”
“Where are you going?” Her friends are staring at her in surprise as she zips up her backpack and slings it over her shoulders.
“Er, emergency. It’s urgent.”
“Is it serious?” One of her friends is standing, car key in his hand. “Need a ride?”
Damn. I totally forgot I hitched a ride here today. “Yes.”
“Alright, I’ll give you a lift. I was gonna leave soon anyway. Bye guys,” says Dean, giving the others a wave as he walks to her.
“Bye,” her friends chorus and resume chatting as though the two of them never existed. She smiles at them. They’re her best friends and she loves them, but right now, there’s somewhere she needs to be.
“Let’s go.”
She smiles at Dean and follows in his stead. They get into his car and they’re off.
“Where to?”
She gives him the address of a place not far from where she needs to be.
“Why are you in such a hurry to go there?”
“It’s something personal, I’d rather not say.”
“If you need any help, let me know.”
“I will.” She smiles at him to assure him and tries not to fidget too much.
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Ten minutes later, Dean pulls up along the road. “Here we are.”
“Thanks, Dean.”
“No problem. Bye, Tiff.”
She offers him one more smile before getting off as calmly as she can. She stands by the road and waves as he drives off. Then, when she’s sure he can’t see her anymore, she’s gone like the wind. Usain Bolt would have surrendered to her if she had raced him in the 100-metre sprint like this. But she has no time to stroll if she wants to be ready. The elevator is suddenly much too slow for her and the floors are taking forever to light up. She stares at the lights anxiously, counting up to twenty-seven.
Finally! The doors open and she dashes for the apartment, Unit 38, at the end of the corridor. Back then when she was shopping for a new home, the corner unit had seemed like a good idea because it is more spacious but right now, it’s just eight doors too far. Breathless when she gets to the door at last, she fumbles with the code and curses. She gets in on the second try and sprints for her room.
Eyelet-trim slip, check. Messy bed hair, check. Smokey eyes, check. Faint blush, check. The scent she likes, check.
“Paniya, I’m home!”
She slips under the bed covers not a moment too soon.
“Pani?”
Eyes closed, she doesn’t move a hair. Warm breath hits her face, but she still doesn’t move. Lips graze her forehead then pull away. Any moment now . . . she’ll ‘wake up’ and surpri—
Covers are flung away, and someone jumps onto her, straddling her with a giggle. “The game’s up, Paniya. I know you’re waiting for me. Game over!”
She opens her eyes and stares up at the woman sitting on her waist. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Chuckles, her favourite kind, prance in the air. “I know you read my message.”
“What message?”
“You’re such a lousy actress.”
“Kim Taenggu.”
“Ah, okay, okay. You’re a wonderful actress. I love you the most.”
She giggles and sits up, hugging her favourite person in the whole wide world. “I love you even more.”
“Wow, I’m a lucky girl.”
She grins and pokes her on the cheek. “Congrats, boo.”
“What for?”
“For being lucky enough to have me.”
“Oh my God.”
“Kim Taenggu.”
“Right, right. Yeah, I’m the luckiest girl in the universe.”
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Flipping the hour glass won’t turn back time. It won’t bring back anything. Time is always ticking away, second by second, driving you further and further away from me. Taking me away from you. From the time when you first smiled at me. When you first touched my hand. When you first answered my call. Now, no one answers. Your line is still alive, but your phone is not. I won’t charge it for you. You’ll have to come back and charge it yourself. So I’ll be here, waiting. Waiting till the day we meet again. Till we are both in a place where blood doesn’t flow. Where bullets wield no power. A place where you are on the right side of the track. So until then, I’ll keep on waking up, thinking you’re somewhere near. Somewhere within my reach. In the next room. Or downstairs. Or just a short drive away. I’ll just pretend you’re on a holiday. That you’re waiting for me over there. Because you are. You are sleeping for now. But you’ll wake up when I get there. Wait for me. I’ll be right there. Then you’ll do the smirk that you do. And I’ll fall for you all over again.
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Inspired by this fan MV
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