(004) A Guide for Sore Losers - Krystal/Luna
A Guide for Sore Losers
Krystal/Luna. 600 words. Krystal makes plans for the greatest escape. Luna doesn't make things easier for her. ( original)
1. The easiest way out of the entire tirade is to run away. Krystal's got all the ideas for the perfect escape - drop out from f(x), start a solo career somewhere else, maybe in the U.S., blow people away and generally live the life she has always dreamt of. But then she's not an escape artist, and she doesn't exactly sit well with the concept of giving up.
So she does a couple more runs of her part, sings louder than the backing track while dancing. The lump in her throat is just the first obstacle - Luna is the biggest hurdle.
Luna is always the person to beat.
After practice, Luna will pull her close enough so that they feel each other's breaths on their skin, and press her hands secure on her hips. "You did great," Luna will say, voice barely above a whisper, and when Krystal finds it hard to control herself she'll lean in for a kiss. If she's lucky, Luna will let her, but then luck has never favored her.
2. Luna pushes everyone hard, but pushes herself harder. In between breaks, she'd still be rehearsing, practicing, and Victoria has to literally drag her to the corner just so she'd take a break. She'd stay behind a few more hours to practice her lines, and if Amber doesn't catch her and beg her to please, please rest, she wouldn't. Krystal takes everything in and ganders at Luna's determination, at her lack of tact when it comes to dealing with herself.
They're recording their duet today, and Krystal has asked the staff for a quick break. Luna's still humming, so she switches the lights off and pulls Luna close, buries her face in the crook of Luna's neck when she's sure no one's looking.
"I love your voice and all but please stop pushing yourself."
Krystal feels the muscles of Luna's face slowly react, and if she looks up she's sure to find a smile. "It's the only way I can make up for my awkward dancing," Luna replies. Krystal tightens the embrace and takes pleasure in the fact that she's just effectively silenced Luna and made her take a break for a measly minute.
A few more quick breaths and Krystal flicks the switches on. Luna sings.
3. It's Christmas eve. It's the first time they're staying in in years, and Victoria has decided to hold a feast with just the five of them - a cozy Christmas eve dinner to celebrate their recent win. Amber is busy helping out in the kitchen, and Sulli has excused herself to pick up the cakes. They're indulging tonight, after all.
They're decked out in the fire exit tonight. It's Luna's crazy idea to go 'people watching' here at such a cold weather. "You're a lunatic," Krystal comments. She blows into her hands, a few puffs of smoke surfacing in the air.
"Lunatic. I get it. Very fun-"
Krystal traps Luna against the railings, her hands on either side of the latter. "Funny," Krystal says, finishing the sentence off for Luna, and she rests her head against the latter's.
"This is okay, right?" Krystal's voice is shaky, unsure, uncertain. She holds her breath and bites her lip until she feels the slow and steady shaking of Luna's head. A wave of relief washes over her and she takes a deep breath, then presses her lips against Luna's in a tight-lipped kiss.
"Merry Christmas," Luna says. It's not even the 25th yet, but it feels like a million presents.
"Merry Christmas," Krystal replies. "Let's go back in."
The celebration has just begun.
Krystal/Luna. 600 words. Krystal makes plans for the greatest escape. Luna doesn't make things easier for her. ( original)
1. The easiest way out of the entire tirade is to run away. Krystal's got all the ideas for the perfect escape - drop out from f(x), start a solo career somewhere else, maybe in the U.S., blow people away and generally live the life she has always dreamt of. But then she's not an escape artist, and she doesn't exactly sit well with the concept of giving up.
So she does a couple more runs of her part, sings louder than the backing track while dancing. The lump in her throat is just the first obstacle - Luna is the biggest hurdle.
Luna is always the person to beat.
After practice, Luna will pull her close enough so that they feel each other's breaths on their skin, and press her hands secure on her hips. "You did great," Luna will say, voice barely above a whisper, and when Krystal finds it hard to control herself she'll lean in for a kiss. If she's lucky, Luna will let her, but then luck has never favored her.
2. Luna pushes everyone hard, but pushes herself harder. In between breaks, she'd still be rehearsing, practicing, and Victoria has to literally drag her to the corner just so she'd take a break. She'd stay behind a few more hours to practice her lines, and if Amber doesn't catch her and beg her to please, please rest, she wouldn't. Krystal takes everything in and ganders at Luna's determination, at her lack of tact when it comes to dealing with herself.
They're recording their duet today, and Krystal has asked the staff for a quick break. Luna's still humming, so she switches the lights off and pulls Luna close, buries her face in the crook of Luna's neck when she's sure no one's looking.
"I love your voice and all but please stop pushing yourself."
Krystal feels the muscles of Luna's face slowly react, and if she looks up she's sure to find a smile. "It's the only way I can make up for my awkward dancing," Luna replies. Krystal tightens the embrace and takes pleasure in the fact that she's just effectively silenced Luna and made her take a break for a measly minute.
A few more quick breaths and Krystal flicks the switches on. Luna sings.
3. It's Christmas eve. It's the first time they're staying in in years, and Victoria has decided to hold a feast with just the five of them - a cozy Christmas eve dinner to celebrate their recent win. Amber is busy helping out in the kitchen, and Sulli has excused herself to pick up the cakes. They're indulging tonight, after all.
They're decked out in the fire exit tonight. It's Luna's crazy idea to go 'people watching' here at such a cold weather. "You're a lunatic," Krystal comments. She blows into her hands, a few puffs of smoke surfacing in the air.
"Lunatic. I get it. Very fun-"
Krystal traps Luna against the railings, her hands on either side of the latter. "Funny," Krystal says, finishing the sentence off for Luna, and she rests her head against the latter's.
"This is okay, right?" Krystal's voice is shaky, unsure, uncertain. She holds her breath and bites her lip until she feels the slow and steady shaking of Luna's head. A wave of relief washes over her and she takes a deep breath, then presses her lips against Luna's in a tight-lipped kiss.
"Merry Christmas," Luna says. It's not even the 25th yet, but it feels like a million presents.
"Merry Christmas," Krystal replies. "Let's go back in."
The celebration has just begun.