het fic...omg.
Title: Krystal the Shark
Author: jesusluvsjaeho
Pairing: Cheundoong/Krystal
Prompt: Teeth
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Krystal succeeds in making Cheundoong stutter
Warnings: ahh...mentions of sex/genetalia
Written for: f(blaq) challenge
“What did we just watch?” Cheundoong furrowed his brow as credits rolled on the flat screen in his living room.
“Teeth.” Krystal flicked a radiant smile at her oppa. “Isn't it a great movie?”
“Um.” Clearing his throat, Cheundoong flinched. “Krystal. She bit off men's... you know with her...you know. You know?” He felt heat creeping up his neck. He simply couldn't say the words around someone so young and innocent.
“Penises? Vagina?” Krystal patted him companionably on the back when he choked on his own saliva.
“Well. Yea. But you don't have to say them so...loudly.” He shifted his gaze around the room. What if his hyungs showed up while the maknae of f(x) were saying those words? They'd slap upside the head for teaching her such things and being a bad influence.
Never mind that he had nothing to do with teaching her those words.
“Relax. Nobody really expects a teenager not to know those words. It simply isn't realistic with the media and the internet and all.” She leaned in close. “Can you keep a secret, oppa?”
Cheundoong inhaled the delicious scent of her popcorn-coated breath and felt like the world's sickest perv for finding himself slightly aroused by it. And her lips. And her eyes. Oh god, he was going to burn in eternal damnation - or the fires of his own hormones - if he didn't change the situation. “Um. No. I'm absolutely no good at keeping secrets. I've got a big mouth. Haha. Just ask the other members. They'll tell you. No discretion here. No way.”
He scrambled off the sofa as Krystal flashed her teeth at him. It could've been a smile but only if sharks regularly smiled at their prey. “Oh, oppa. I think you are really good at keeping secrets. So I'll tell you one of mine.” Pausing to enjoy his discomfiture, Krystal continued, “I'm not a virgin.”
The living room spun and the floor fell away. Cheundoong was certain he'd just fallen into an abyss or hell or some other suitable dimension. He didn't need to know this about Krystal. Not pretty, tiny, innocent-looking Krystal. Shit.
She laughed. “You're so adorable when you're embarrassed, oppa.”
He just gulped.
“You didn't actually believe I was as innocent as they portray me, did you? Come on. That's such old-fashioned thinking.”
“But-but-but-” He swallowed his stutters because he realized he didn't know what to say. How awkward and pathetic was he? Joon would know how to joke about this. Mir would make some obnoxious and perverted comment that would somehow manage not to offend. G.O. would probably go all sage-advisor-and-older-brother. Seungho would likely ask gentle questions about her feelings and make sure she used protection.
He sat on the floor and stuttered like an idiot. Of course.
Author: jesusluvsjaeho
Pairing: Cheundoong/Krystal
Prompt: Teeth
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Krystal succeeds in making Cheundoong stutter
Warnings: ahh...mentions of sex/genetalia
Written for: f(blaq) challenge
“What did we just watch?” Cheundoong furrowed his brow as credits rolled on the flat screen in his living room.
“Teeth.” Krystal flicked a radiant smile at her oppa. “Isn't it a great movie?”
“Um.” Clearing his throat, Cheundoong flinched. “Krystal. She bit off men's... you know with her...you know. You know?” He felt heat creeping up his neck. He simply couldn't say the words around someone so young and innocent.
“Penises? Vagina?” Krystal patted him companionably on the back when he choked on his own saliva.
“Well. Yea. But you don't have to say them so...loudly.” He shifted his gaze around the room. What if his hyungs showed up while the maknae of f(x) were saying those words? They'd slap upside the head for teaching her such things and being a bad influence.
Never mind that he had nothing to do with teaching her those words.
“Relax. Nobody really expects a teenager not to know those words. It simply isn't realistic with the media and the internet and all.” She leaned in close. “Can you keep a secret, oppa?”
Cheundoong inhaled the delicious scent of her popcorn-coated breath and felt like the world's sickest perv for finding himself slightly aroused by it. And her lips. And her eyes. Oh god, he was going to burn in eternal damnation - or the fires of his own hormones - if he didn't change the situation. “Um. No. I'm absolutely no good at keeping secrets. I've got a big mouth. Haha. Just ask the other members. They'll tell you. No discretion here. No way.”
He scrambled off the sofa as Krystal flashed her teeth at him. It could've been a smile but only if sharks regularly smiled at their prey. “Oh, oppa. I think you are really good at keeping secrets. So I'll tell you one of mine.” Pausing to enjoy his discomfiture, Krystal continued, “I'm not a virgin.”
The living room spun and the floor fell away. Cheundoong was certain he'd just fallen into an abyss or hell or some other suitable dimension. He didn't need to know this about Krystal. Not pretty, tiny, innocent-looking Krystal. Shit.
She laughed. “You're so adorable when you're embarrassed, oppa.”
He just gulped.
“You didn't actually believe I was as innocent as they portray me, did you? Come on. That's such old-fashioned thinking.”
“But-but-but-” He swallowed his stutters because he realized he didn't know what to say. How awkward and pathetic was he? Joon would know how to joke about this. Mir would make some obnoxious and perverted comment that would somehow manage not to offend. G.O. would probably go all sage-advisor-and-older-brother. Seungho would likely ask gentle questions about her feelings and make sure she used protection.
He sat on the floor and stuttered like an idiot. Of course.