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For someone like Lee Taeyeon, second chances are equivalent to wishful thinking.
But then again, they always did say be careful of what you wish for.
I have this thing for summaries. They always create a certain mood for me. Like this one is hope. 

"foreign tension": kudos (: not a combo you see everyday xD

Licking her gloss-covered lips and glaring down at the high uncomfortable fuck-me heels she had to wear, she whirled around, deciding to drop by the manager's office before jumping to any silly conclusions.
"gloss" :O oh showbiz, poor shinee boys are basically girls, and jjong and his licking, he must digest a bunch of it xDDD
"fuck-me heels" im never gonna see stilettos the same way again

Fury, combined with stubbornness and baseless pride, overpowered her usually so peaceful personality. He, Kim Jonghyun-sshi as she mentally noted, probably came here just to humiliate her even further; by personally coming to see how low she had sunk. Taeyeon felt adrenalin coursing through her veins, a much needed confidence boost and she threw her head back, long caramel tresses cascading over her bony shoulders...
how i know that feeling with a passion.

Yes, Taeyeon was going to put on her best act and prove to Jonghyun-sshi, that even though she had to take her clothes off for a living, she still had some dignity. She wasn't going to run away or show any sign of weakness.
Thousands of memories flashed behind her closed lids- how she had to concentrate in dancing class, with her previous group, how her knees shook as the crowd roared for them, how she had stared at herself in the mirror while trying to master a complicated move...
It all came back to her.
Her jaw stiffened with resolve as her grip on the bar tightened. Boldly, she met the man's daring gaze.
Years of practice had paid off nicely- her body moved fluidly as she did full waves, gracefully sliding against the pole. Taeyeon was never one to use moves that were too slutty, she didn't need to. Her eyes flashed with pure joy as she tried more complicated steps- a bitter reminder of how much she had loved dancing.
kyaaa, you go girl (:

while nuzzling into her messy strands of hair. She felt warm, soft and real
a somebody. a real person, with feelings, that matter. really.

with a real storyline, thats actually legitly amazing (: