Lu Han's mid-length blonde hair, naturally wavy, is being curled in barrels for the upcoming Korea-China Girl Power Concert. Yixing's shoulder length hair is left as is, while Yutao's long black hair is tied up in a neat ponytail. They couldn't look more clean-cut and beautiful.
Preparations also couldn't get more boring. Lu Han gets the ball rolling.
"I'm either a girl who doesn't like downtown sex, or my boytoy's been doing it wrong all this time," Lu Han announces loudly. Hairdryers and the busy pitter-patter of their stylists and assistants make it a bit hard to hear each other, but Lu Han isn't the least bit perturbed even when she sees her hairstylist's brow shoot a foot up her hairline. "I'm a little confused, Xing Xing. I mean, I've reached orgasm with him like a grand total of twice, and both in doggy style. The times he tried to oral me, it's like he used too much tongue and was slobbering like a dog down there, you know? It was kinda disgusting. Am I weird?"
"You're disturbing the peace. Please stop," Yutao pleads.
"I think I was like you once," Yixing replies after a minute, in her usual i-just-came-back-to-earth tone, and Yutao groans, "Don't encourage her, jie!"
"Cover your ears, baby girl," Lu Han says, reaching over and patting Yutao's forearm. Yutao swats her hand away.
"I told guys I hooked up with highschool, like, don't even bother. Then I met Kristina-jie-"
"Ew!" Yutao exclaims.
"-She made me feel very comfortable and relaxed about it. She has a magic tongue... it was like fireworks exploding and a marching band playing and cartoon birds flying around my vagina?"
"This is the grossest thing ever," Yutao says, looking a little green around the cheeks.
Lu Han leans forward with wide eyes and an open mouth. She flutters her newly glued falsies at Yutao, sticking her tongue out petulantly, before turning eagerly to Yixing. "May I know this technique of the Oral Master Kristina Who Made Cartoon Birds Fly Around Your Vagina? Is it long licks, flicking, mushing it around? Or is it like the Alphabet technique where the oral giver traces the letters of the alphabet on your clit? Or is it up to the frequency applied to the right spot at the right time?"
Yutao makes incoherent gurgling noises like a dying animal.
Yixing taps her gloss-covered mouth in thought. "I think the big factor is she's a girl. Girls know what to do because they know girls' bodies."
Lu Han blinks, then slumps back into her chair. "That's it? Seriously? I thought you were gonna say meditate on your clitoral sensations or something. So you're saying I need to find a chick to do the downtown makeout with because, and I quote, girls know girls?"
"Well, It's not mushing a mouth down there and cramming as many fingers as you could inside, that's for sure," Yixing says dryly. "Verbal feedback also works. Go for sexy and instructive, like 'don't stop', 'right there', moaning like you're in an indie flick. Things like that count."
"I'm never talking to you guys again," Yutao says.
--
Lu Han is not only skilled in flirting with men and women in bars and clubs, but in flirting with a crowd of thousands before, during and after performances. As the unofficial leader of aRomantic, she's learned the subtle art of whipping up crowds into a frenzy with a few well-timed cute winks and an accidental panty shot or two. Right now, they're introducing the group to a throngs of hot-blooded Asian men.
"Now this group is the biggest EDM trio this side of East Asia. Everyone knows them for their unique and charming dances. Technical, precise and robotic, but darn if it isn't the cutest thing you'll ever see! Everyone, give it up for the three lovely girls from aRomantic!"
Girls, Lu Han scoffs. We're more woman than any other group here, I bet. She composes herself and raises her hands in greeting, smiling wide and waving. Yixing counts to three after they've stepped back.
"Goddesses of peace and love, we are aRomantic!" The three of them say in perfect unison, using their signature rotating twirl and peace signs.
"We have such a show for everyone tonight!" Lu Han says, taking the reins. She flips her curls over her shoulder and boys in the front row go nuts. "Is everyone ready to enjoy?"
They're answered by deafening roars, and they get into position to perform their first Korean single, "Aegyo Rocket Girls", which is a reworking from their original Chinese song "Electric Rockets."
A coy wink here, a shy smile there, and the boys reach for them like a mad pack of rabid dogs. One the hand, it's gratifying. On the other, it's also tiring because she's seen the exact same scene approximately a thousand times since they first performed together as as amateurs back when Lu Han and Yixing were thirteen and Yutao was the tender age of eleven. They'd all met in elementary school and wanted to perform the heck of it, so they used to perform cover songs in parking lots and malls that were about to run out of business. They were 'discovered' about three years after by their current producer, who gave them their first successful underground hit. A year later, they went mainstream with their biggest-selling single to date, "Polylove", and the rest is history.
Nearly ten years in the industry and their image remains mostly the same, although it has matured a bit - Lu Han can wear tighter, shorter dresses now, whilst before she's only allowed to wear dresses an inch above the knee to preserve the image that made them so big in the first place. Everyone knows they're dating, but unlike idols in their Korean industry counterparts, they only had to be a bit more discreet. There was no need to hide everything. Only one prime directive remained from their company: maintain the image no matter what. They can fuck and date around, but absolutely no proof of their activities can be seen. Ever.
It's especially directed at Lu Han, who the company knows has the tendency to move on from one guy to the next more times than one changes clothes in a day. Pictures of Lu Han getting drunk and wearing high-cut thigh-baring shorts and side-boob baring crop tops in VIP clubs are religiously covered up by their company, who only gives Lu Han the usual reprimand: a figurative slap on the wrist and a direct order to the group's costume designer to give Lu Han longer sleeves and a longer hem for the next single cover.
The performance finishes, and the move on to three more of their biggest hits in their native China. Twenty minutes after, their set finishes and they give their final bow. Lu Han poses cutely for photographers in the front row, batting her big eyes and putting on her infamous pout. Yixing and Yutao form hand-hearts next to her and blow flying kisses to the crowd as well, although no one's flying kiss is received quite as wamly as Lu Han's.
Lu Han lets the men stare and hoot at her. It's what she's paid to do. The normal rules of human conduct don't apply to celebrities, after all.
"Lu Han, marry me!" "Lu Han, I love you!" "Lu Han, have my kids!"
"I'm saving myself, boys," she says, winking at the boys in front. "For the juiciest piece of-"
"Okay, time to go, jie," Yutao yanks her by the arm, dragging her backstage.
"Yutaaaao!" Lu Han whines just as she bumps into someone's chest. Boobs, to be exact. Big, shapely boobs.
Mmm.
"I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Lu Han looks up at the gentle voice to see a tall, pink-haired girl wearing a Boy London beanie over her long, straight her. She's also wearing a tanktop, very short hotpants and practically nothing else.
"Um." Lu Han's mouth goes a little dry at the sight of the sexiest girl she's ever seen.
"Sejung, that's our cue!" Pink girl's suddenly pulled away by another girl, about the same height and wearing the same outfit fitted on much fuller thighs, albeit her skin's a little darker and her legs look like it had been doused in too much body oil. "Come on!"
"But unnie-"
In the distance, the host goes, "And our next performer is one of this this year's shining rookies, the incredibly hot hot hot girls from ShootStar..."
"You look way too happy," Yixing says when Lu Han finally catches up at their dressing room. "Did some guy throw you a pack of condoms and a new Sanrio-theme bra?"
"Nope," Lu Han throws back, equally cheerful as she plops down on the couch next to a clearly exhausted Yutao, "I've found her." |
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