hell is gonna be a party [Kai/Krystal]
hell is gonna be a party
Kai/Krystal
PG-13, 627 words
The problem with Krystal was that she was almost too hot to be just friends with.
a/n: this is basically bb kkamjong perving on soojung. I don't know why this happened.
“These strawberries are fucking brilliant,” she said.
And then her tongue darted out to catch some rogue juice. Red. Red against pink lips that shined from both the fruit and her faded lip gloss.
The problem with Krystal was that she was almost too hot to be just friends with. Actually, that was more of the problem of spending time with her when she had things in her mouth. Jongin generally had a problem with her putting things in her mouth (re: food) when he was around.
“Remind me to send my mom a thank you card or something. Even if we do live in the same house.” Krystal picked up another one and opened her mouth yet again. “Why would she even think about asking me to pack my own lunches if she pulls awesome shit like this?”
“Yeah. I know. Right,” he replied; the dutiful friend he was supposed to be.
Krystal wore her skirt at a perfect length, too. Not that he was looking at her skirt right now. It was actually hard to, when she was sitting right next to him. He’d have plenty of chances to ogle her legs when she wasn’t looking. He’d perfected that art from a young age. And he was young now, too.
It was part of his job as a graduating high school student and a full-time teenager to be somewhat perpetually horny, though. Just maybe not for one of his closest friends. Something like this had the potential to get awkward fast. He hated the ‘friend-zoning’ thing and so did Krystal. She said it didn’t exist. Remember, she’d said once to him and Sehun, just because I am a girl and I have a vagina, I do not owe you sex for being nice to me. The mention of ‘vagina’ alone had him and Sehun stifling giggles. Maturity was never one of his strong points, Jongin would admit to that. Neither was chemistry, but he was doing a lot better at that one.
He watched Krystal’s lips temporarily soak in redness again, a lump slowly traveling down his throat. Said lump was about reappear as a tent in his pants if he didn’t get his act together. But this wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten a boner around Krystal. In the past, he’d been able to blame it on “boys think about sex every three seconds or some shit like that” but she stopped liking that excuse the second time. Which had been the last time. Still, he didn’t think she would like it if she heard it again.
“Can I have some of your water?” she asked. He handed it to her without another word.
Her dress shirt was buttoned almost all the way to the top, except the last button. Sometimes he actively searched for a bra strap. Sometimes he just caught a glimpse of one in passing. The perks of having a female friend to hang out with. He’d only feel guilty if he jerked off thinking about her. He usually didn’t.
If he crossed his eyes and held his breath it would look like she was trying to seduce him. He could daydream himself into a lapdance.
This was bad. And it was only going to get worse. He daydreamed about “accidentally” walking into the girls’ locker room while she was changing. And other things. He pinched the bridge of his nose and pretended to be looking at his phone. Even though he wasn’t.
Krystal tucked some hair behind her ears, but then changed her mind and tied her hair up.
Great, he thought. Her neck was exposed. He hated watching her swallow. He just-
“I’m going to hell,” he mumbled.
“What was that?”
“You’ve got juice. On your, um, face.”
//
yeah I don't know how to come back from that. this isn't even that bad! is it? I think I'm exhausted. I don't even know what time it is.
also, I like this ship, even if I like Sehun/Krys more tbh
Kai/Krystal
PG-13, 627 words
The problem with Krystal was that she was almost too hot to be just friends with.
a/n: this is basically bb kkamjong perving on soojung. I don't know why this happened.
“These strawberries are fucking brilliant,” she said.
And then her tongue darted out to catch some rogue juice. Red. Red against pink lips that shined from both the fruit and her faded lip gloss.
The problem with Krystal was that she was almost too hot to be just friends with. Actually, that was more of the problem of spending time with her when she had things in her mouth. Jongin generally had a problem with her putting things in her mouth (re: food) when he was around.
“Remind me to send my mom a thank you card or something. Even if we do live in the same house.” Krystal picked up another one and opened her mouth yet again. “Why would she even think about asking me to pack my own lunches if she pulls awesome shit like this?”
“Yeah. I know. Right,” he replied; the dutiful friend he was supposed to be.
Krystal wore her skirt at a perfect length, too. Not that he was looking at her skirt right now. It was actually hard to, when she was sitting right next to him. He’d have plenty of chances to ogle her legs when she wasn’t looking. He’d perfected that art from a young age. And he was young now, too.
It was part of his job as a graduating high school student and a full-time teenager to be somewhat perpetually horny, though. Just maybe not for one of his closest friends. Something like this had the potential to get awkward fast. He hated the ‘friend-zoning’ thing and so did Krystal. She said it didn’t exist. Remember, she’d said once to him and Sehun, just because I am a girl and I have a vagina, I do not owe you sex for being nice to me. The mention of ‘vagina’ alone had him and Sehun stifling giggles. Maturity was never one of his strong points, Jongin would admit to that. Neither was chemistry, but he was doing a lot better at that one.
He watched Krystal’s lips temporarily soak in redness again, a lump slowly traveling down his throat. Said lump was about reappear as a tent in his pants if he didn’t get his act together. But this wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten a boner around Krystal. In the past, he’d been able to blame it on “boys think about sex every three seconds or some shit like that” but she stopped liking that excuse the second time. Which had been the last time. Still, he didn’t think she would like it if she heard it again.
“Can I have some of your water?” she asked. He handed it to her without another word.
Her dress shirt was buttoned almost all the way to the top, except the last button. Sometimes he actively searched for a bra strap. Sometimes he just caught a glimpse of one in passing. The perks of having a female friend to hang out with. He’d only feel guilty if he jerked off thinking about her. He usually didn’t.
If he crossed his eyes and held his breath it would look like she was trying to seduce him. He could daydream himself into a lapdance.
This was bad. And it was only going to get worse. He daydreamed about “accidentally” walking into the girls’ locker room while she was changing. And other things. He pinched the bridge of his nose and pretended to be looking at his phone. Even though he wasn’t.
Krystal tucked some hair behind her ears, but then changed her mind and tied her hair up.
Great, he thought. Her neck was exposed. He hated watching her swallow. He just-
“I’m going to hell,” he mumbled.
“What was that?”
“You’ve got juice. On your, um, face.”
//
yeah I don't know how to come back from that. this isn't even that bad! is it? I think I'm exhausted. I don't even know what time it is.
also, I like this ship, even if I like Sehun/Krys more tbh