A/N: I present to you, a gay panicking Kim Taeyeon

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The life of a photographer could may as well be described as peculiar. What with Taeyeon’s job practically existing on the extreme opposite ends of a spectrum. There were days when she’d curse her lifestyle and packed schedule, barely having any time for herself whenever she was booked. Then there were days like these where she could be considered jobless. 

Taeyeon didn’t complain much about it especially when she needed the rest as much as the activity. But sometimes, the lack of work would stretch for days on end that it could drive anyone mad.

Luckily for Taeyeon, she wasn’t alone in this type of work schedule.

“Unnie, I’m so bored,” Krystal droned on the other end of the phone.

Taeyeon chuckled, clutching her phone in between her neck and shoulder as she made her coffee. “Are you sure you’re the same girl who was complaining to me two days ago about how busy she was? And I quote and quote, ‘I want to sleep for a lifetime’?”

“Don’t use my words against me, unnie.” Krystal groaned before continuing, “and you’re mistaking me for my sister. I’m not the narcoleptic in the family.”

Taeyeon hummed before continuing her morning coffee prep, a very essential part of her day. A mug full of dark brewed coffee and three teaspoons of sugar. If she was feeling a bit more extra, a spoon of milk would be added in the mix but for this special morning, Taeyeon kept the simple mood going.

“And yet those words came from you and not Sica.”

It was amusing how similar the Jung sisters were and at the same time complete opposites. One look at the two of them and you’d instantly think they weren’t sisters but once someone looked closer, they weren’t that different after all.

How could they not when they spent half of their life joined together by the hip?

“Maybe my sister is rubbing off on me.” Shuffling could be heard before Krystal exclaimed, “is narcolepsy contagious?!”

Taeyeon wanted to face palm herself. “Krys, I’m no doctor but I’m pretty sure it’s not. Also, your sister isn’t narcoleptic, she just loves to sleep that much.” 

Like a cat, Taeyeon wanted to add. This wouldn’t be the first time she theorized that her best friend probably had some feline DNA in her. Krystal on the other hand, she was less of any of that and was leaning more towards a normal human being and Taeyeon wished she would stay that way.

Unfortunately, the younger girl wasn’t listening anymore. “But how can you be so sure?!” She was now full-on panicking over such a trivial matter. “You’re not a sleep doctor!”

Taeyeon was used to this, growing up with a dramatic best friend can do that to you. But thinking about it now, Krystal has also always shared the same trait for extreme theatrics. The only difference was that Krystal usually only showed this side of hers to a very select few.

She was still the same shy girl Taeyeon’s always known. 

“We can go for a check-up from a non-existent sleep doctor if you’re so worried,” Taeyeon blurted out as a joke.

She was expecting a bout of laughter from the younger girl but instead she got something even worse in reply. “Okay, yeah. Pick me up at eleven,” Krystal firmly declared.

“Wait what, Krystal—“ But it was too late, the younger girl already hanged up.

Taeyeon glared at her phone like it could reach the other girl she was talking with before moving her gaze to her lone cup of coffee that was still untouched, longingly calling for her. She sighed, all she could do now was mourn the loss of a perfect rest day. 

So apparently, a sleep doctor does exist. Who would have thought?

“Well, based on the general check-up and tests,” the sleep doctor—specialist, read out from the chart, Krystal listening intently. “You’re fine, Ms. Jung. Perfectly healthy if I may add.” 

Krystal nodded her head in understanding and was about to ask the million-dollar question but the doctor picked up on it right away and answered it for her.

“—And no, narcolepsy is not contagious.”

Taeyeon wanted to hug the doctor, grateful for the confirmation but she also wanted to groan in exasperation because of a certain Jung. She takes back everything she said about Krystal being the most mature one from their trio. 

Krystal was a child, a big, overgrown woman-baby with a flair for theatrics.

Finally exiting the private clinics, Taeyeon continuously raked her fingers through her short hair in annoyance. She just kept grumbling beneath her breath about sleep doctors and immature top models even after Krystal already profusely apologized.

Krystal felt bad, she knew how much she overreacted to the point that she dragged the older girl out when she was supposed to be resting. Taeyeon did just come back from an overseas shoot after all. Krystal sighed, she wanted—no, needed— to make it up to her. 

“Unnie,” she experimentally called out.

But Taeyeon still refused to look at her. Krystal swears that most of the time, she acted like the true unnie between them. But desperate times call for desperate measures, Krystal decided to use her secret weapon, aegyo. 

“Unnie~” It seemed to work as Taeyeon finally glanced back at the taller girl albeit with a look of raw repulsion. “Yah! Why are you looking at me like that?!” She couldn’t help but break free from the cute act for the meantime, her ego was more important right now.

The blonde didn’t even bother to school her reaction into something else. “Wow, you’re just as bad as your sister in acting cute. Does it run in the genes or something?” She even mocked Krystal.

Krystal’s eyebrow twitched, she was clearly offended. Taeyeon gulped, preparing herself for whatever lashing she was about to receive. How she always found herself in situations where she was at the mercy of the Jungs, she still couldn’t fully comprehend.

But instead of the verbal thrashing Taeyeon expected, Krystal did something else she never thought she’d ever witness from the younger girl. Like, never ever.

“Kwystal is sorry.” Her voice was in a higher pitch than normal and she spoke in a shorter tongue. “Can Taeyweon-unnie forgive lil’ Kwystal?” She tilted her head adorably, her lower lip jutting out into a pout.

Cute, Taeyeon couldn’t help but think as she watched the rare scene unfold in front of her. Wait, no, not cute, I mean okay, yes she’s cute but not that kind of cute where I’m attracted or anything. 

Great, now she was internally battling with herself. 

Krystal’s pout never wavered even one bit. Taeyeon had to deliberately cover her eyes to shield herself from the sheer power of Krystal’s puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay! Okay!” Taeyeon relented. “I forgive you! Can I have normal Soojung back now, please?”

Krystal smiled in victory, even flipping her hair for extra effect. “I’m pretty good aren’t I?”

“Sh-shut up.”

“Unnie…”

“What—“

“You can uncover your eyes now.”

“Oh…” 

Taeyeon dropped her hands belatedly upon realization but still refused to look at the taller girl. She could not handle any more cuteness or else she’d literally combust.

One chanced glance at Krystal and Taeyeon instantly regretted it. Krystal just looked at her with a soft smile, not at all the smug one she was expecting to see. The younger girl’s rare eye smile in place and in turn made Taeyeon’s chest constrict in a painful but delightful way at the same time.

She’s turned into a masochist. That was her genius explanation to everything.

Taeyeon should have known, honestly she does know better. Yet here she was, ordering a meal for her companion and herself but paying with her own money anyway.

“You see, here’s the problem.” Taeyeon laid it out on the table. “You, Jung Soojung—yes that’s you—are supposed to be making it up to me and not the other way around.”

“But unnie, that’s exactly what I’m doing.” Krystal had a glint in her eye and Taeyeon knew nothing good was going to come out of .

“I don’t think dragging me out of the comfort of my house to you to the doctor because of a stupid reason— don’t give me that look, we both know it was stupid—and baiting me with food but ending up letting me, Kim Taeyeon, the wronged party, pay isn’t close to making it up.”

“But unnie,” there was that mischievous grin again, “isn’t my presence more than enough?”

Taeyeon lets out an exasperated groan. “You,” she points accusingly towards the other girl across her, “are a conceited woman is what you are.”

“It’s not conceit when it’s the truth and I simply acknowledge it.” The model shrugged. “Denial isn’t a river in Egypt, unnie.”

“Uhm, yeah?” A look of pure and utter confusion was written over the blonde’s face. “It’s called the Nile River not denial?” She said too innocently to be intentional.

Krystal rolls her eyes before explaining the internet reference. She sometimes forgets how the older girl wasn’t too keen with memes. It’s not that Taeyeon doesn’t go on the great beyond called the Ethernet, it’s just that her use of it per se was limited to Google and the occasional Instagram.

“I still don’t get it.”

Another sigh from Krystal and Taeyeon was starting to worry about her draining oxygen supply. Still, Taeyeon did her best to keep up with Krystal’s explanation; the younger girl was patiently enlightening her on pop culture and whatnot after all. The least she could do was listen.

Of course Krystal decidedly watched out for her use of internet jargon in the next few hours hoping not to confuse Taeyeon even more. Taeyeon was grateful, Krystal was still the same soft and caring kid she’s always known despite the superficial impression. 

Not much has changed with the younger girl. The only thing changing was how Taeyeon felt.

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Taeyeon is aware of how attractive Krystal truly is.

She’s practically seen the other girl in every state, adorable six-year old Soojungie, bare-faced Soojung with a messy bun and a baggy shirt, and of course the charismatic rising top model Krystal. And in all those times, Krystal never failed to look anything else below stunning.

However, as the exhausting Fashion Week rolls in and Krystal dawns on increasingly distracting dresses, Taeyeon is left to her own devices to try and not be too distracted. But how could she when Krystal was just that beautiful, practically demanding for Taeyeon’s attention.

It was truly a feat, how Taeyeon was still able to compose herself and not openly gawk at how gorgeous Krystal was as she walked down the ramp wearing Blanc and Eclare’s newest collection. Someone give her a trophy, this was ultimately the hardest task the blonde has ever experienced in her thirty years of living.

“I know Krystal is your favorite and all…” Yuri whispered conspiratorially, “but now I’m pretty sure everyone here knows it as well.” Favorite was an understatement but Taeyeon wasn’t going to admit it out loud. “Or maybe just the fashion populace of Paris but you get my point.” 

Taeyeon’s gaze never left Krystal’s form walking down the long walkway. There was just something different about her that she couldn’t put into words (aside from her obvious bias). 

It wasn’t just the clothes she wore that made her stand out. It was a factor, sure but most of the credit ultimately goes to Krystal’s allure and talent. You just had to look at her like a cosmic rule no one could defy.

“I think Paris is enamored by Krystal, not just me.” It was true, whenever Krystal walked up there, it felt like everyone was put under a spell.

Yuri leaned closer again. “As much as that’s true, if you actually paid attention like I did,” her lips curl up into a smirk, “little Jung here only seems to see you in the crowd too,” she slides back into her seat like she didn’t jus