A/N: Not having a comeback with F(x) in forever Amber fears her group is heading the way of breaking up she takes comfort with her dog always around as well as you showing Amber the joys of being a soloist and possible new companies, the story does take place in Los Angeles.
You knock on Amber’s door, only after you knock on the door you hear the faint singing of your girlfriend her powerful vocals coming through the door, it puts you at peace you know Amber is always at peace when she sings.
Amber answers the door wearing a solid black t-shirt and jeans letting you in Jack-Jack comes running around the corner jumping on two back legs when he gets to you wagging his tail you pet Jack-jack and smile looking up at Amber. “Are you working on a new song for SM station?”
Amber laughs “No I'm working on my mixtape” she sighed “I am so excited but also nervous about it”
“What are you nervous about” you ask Amber standing up giving Amber a hug doing your best to comfort her.
She gives you a hug back “I have not heard anything about anything about a comeback for F(x) and I am worried that Victoria is thinking about dissolving the group so she can work on solo stuff.” she lets out a long sigh.
“Even if your group does break up, you will be able to work on your solo career can blast off” you smile then sit down on her couch “SM will love to have you as a solo artist you could do so much for them” you flash a smile at Amber.
She sits down next to you “My contract with SM is about to end I am not sure if I am going to renew, they honestly wont let me do anything even if I offer to pay for all of it.” Amber lets out a heavy sigh “I would like to continue my solo career but I want it to soar to the sky.”
You start thinking about her dilemma and smile “what if you started working for YG?” you look up at Amber and smile trying to help her think of a solution for her problem.
“I don't know if I wanna work for one of the big three companies again, I might go for someone smaller maybe some one like Pledis or some company like that”
“You may like working for iBighit they are not part of the big three and you might get a lot of attention, especially since they are growing right now” you shrug and smile thinking you are being clever.
Amber shakes her head “I would rather not, I won't get much attention they are making to much money off there current artist they have, I feel like I won't get much attention if I go with them.”
A sudden idea comes to you and you gasp “what about FNC?!” your eyes widen as you continue talking the words spilling from your mouth. “Most of the people they higer are bands and they like it when you do your own stuff!” at this point you have stood up and started pacing around the front room.
Amber stops to think about it for a second, “you know I do have a few friends in groups that are signed under them, and I have never had a complaint from them” giving you a hug she thanks you with a huge smile on her face.
Summary: What happens when you go costume shopping with your competitive girlfriend?
Prompt: Your costume is scary, take it off.
A/N: I don’t know what this is...other than a mess. Like, trash. This will need to be deleted for my sanity’s sake.
“Sunyooouuuuung, can we go please? I swear you’ve tried on every costume here,” you huffed as you fell into the chair outside the changing room. Pulling out your phone you scroll through Instagram aimlessly.
“I have not and you know I have to get a good costume. I will NOT be shown up by EXO beagle line again,” she hissed through the curtain as she tried on yet another costume. Her competition with Chanyeol and Baekhyun was hilarious, four stores and fifty costumes ago. Now it was just tiresome.
“I don’t know why you let them get to you cariña,” you closed Instagram to check your Twitter feed laughing at the retweets of POTUS’ latest tweet but even that wasn’t enough to keep you entertained. “You know Baek does it just to get a rise out of you.” Time seemed to drag on as you were waiting for your Instagram feed to refresh, the dog staring at you looking eerily fa--weren’t you just on Instagram. You groaned as you dropped your phone into your lap. “Look, I’m gonna go get pretzels a-”
You stopped talking when you hear the soft click of the door finally opening and your girlfriend walking out. “Is that,” you could only close your eyes as you shook your head. “No.”
Sunyoung stepped out to look at her costume choice in the larger mirror. “Why not? It’s relevant and I’ll bet that one of the Beagles dresses up li—“
“I swear I will leave you if you go out in public dressed as Pennywise,” you hissed at your now amused girlfriend.
“But it’s the Sexy Pennywise costume, don’t you think it’s sexy baby?” Sunyoung turned to you with a grin as she slowly turned on her toes, the arch in her feet elongating her legs encased in silk tights. Damn they look soft and would feel amazing wrapped aro--
“I m-mean I uh, wow. Yeah, the dress looks amazing on you baby. But the wig. This wig is a total boner killer, not that I have one but yeah no.” You tripped over the bag on the floor as you backed up from her falling back into your previously occupied chair. She stalked closer to you a predatory smile on her face as she leaned over you.
“What’s wrong baby?” Sunyoung purred as she straddled your lap, your hands reflexively coming up to her thighs under the skirt. You slowly slid your hands up the cool silk tights, stopping at the harsh lace your fingers met the further they traveled.
“A-ar-are you wearing thigh highs,” you groan when your fingers meet the warm supple flesh of her hips. Sunyoung leaned forward her lips pressing to your jaw as her delicate fingers ghosted across the nape of your neck, a shiver running down your spine.
“Don’t tell me, you’re scared lover.” Sunyoung whispered into your ear before biting that space right below that she knew drives you crazy. “ You’re shivering baby,” if you could use any word to describe the smile on her face and glint in her eye it would have to be...ravenous.
“I’m terrified, take it off.” You sounded breathless, even to yourself, as you said the words. Your heart pounding and a fire brewing deep in your belly.
Then your eyes registered the wig and, “I can’t.” Sunyoung looked at you confused as she sat back on your lap, your hands rubbing her upper arms. You smile softly as your hand comes up to her cheek, flushed and warm from your heated kisses. The gentle kiss she places on your palm as she nuzzles into your hand makes your heart flutter. When she closes her eyes your other hand snatched the hideous orange wig from her head.
“I love you but I will not add clowns to my kink list,” you say as you toss the offending wig back into the changing room.
“You gotta admit it’s a good costume,” she said with a laugh muffled by your lips.
