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danger
2048 words | pg
- f(x) + shinee ; krystal + minho ; krystal + taemin
beta-ed by cupcake_sokiri
He was always one to be quiet; to be the laid back person, but always the one to take charge when needed. His competitive drive during sports or competitions gave him that spark in his eyes that made all the girls swoon and all the boys bow down to his feet. Or, that was the impression many saw of SHINee’s Choi Minho.
I, Jung Krystal, knew differently from those on the other side of the glass; the ones who view us through a filter, as if the persona we portray really was all we were in the eyes of the world. It is a rather intriguing concept to think about, especially when I am one to know how real someone can be. Someone like Minho. I had met him during our training days, right before Minho and the rest of SHINee were set to make their debut with 'Replay'. I had been introduced to him by Victoria, hearing only good attributes from her like 'He’ll be a great oppa to you, Krystal, so don’t you be shy and worry of such nonsense!'
Little did I know that the moment I met him, it was love at first sight; my palms began to sweat, my breathing became irregular, and my eyes widened in shock when I saw him. It was as if he was the epitome of a Greek God, which he probably was; the rumors of Choi Minho being good-looking were true--no, they weren’t enough to do the justice the boy deserved. He walked with such grace, his height making him slightly awkward, but it was charming anyways. My eyes never left him, except when he looked at me, smiling slightly.
"Hello, my name is Choi Minho. Looks like I‘ll be your Oppa."
"Hello, my name is Jung Krystal. Please take care of me."
He had given me a firm handshake, the warmth from his palm entering my body and making my heart beat uncontrollably.
But that was nearly over three years ago, and as time went on, my feelings died for him; perhaps it was his special relationship with Girls' Generation’s Yuri unnie that put an abrupt halt to my harboring emotions.
I had walked into a dressing room, unbeknown to me that Yuri and Minho were in there, kissing and clawing at each other, just as if the world were to end in the few moments they had together. I had stood in the door-way in shock, my hand covering my gaping mouth as the two lovers jumped away from each other. Yuri looking around the room awkwardly, while Minho scratched his head, avoiding eye contact with me all together. I said nothing then, only giving each one of them a look and departing the same way I came: slightly disgruntled and confused.
"Sorry…excuse me…" were the only words that fell from my mouth as I quickly made my escape.
I had a run in with Taemin oppa a few moments later; he had started to question me lightly, asking if I was okay and what not. It seemed my eyes looked glassy and soon I was sobbing in front of him, my hands smothering my face as the whimpers racked my body. What I least expected was that he would gather me into his warm embrace; I felt safe then, even loved and all of the sudden Minho was completely wiped away from my memory as I clutched to Taemin with all my might, burying my head into the crook of his neck as my nails raked and scratched his leather jacket.
His gentle stroking of my hair calmed me down, and the only reminiscence of my shattered heart were the hiccups that choked me slightly. Taemin gave me a gentle smile and said a few encouraging words about how I could contact him any time I wanted.
I ended up calling him that night, and every night since then.
- - - - - - - - - -
That had been six months ago, and now I had been happily dating Taemin for three of those months. No one knew of course, except for Jessica and Jonghyun, who were seeing each other and told each other everything. Not even Minho knew, and I had pleaded with Taemin day and night until he had promised not to breath a word to his hyung about us dating; Minho had Yuri now and it wasn’t like he was going to love me.
But I could still feel the tears staining my face from that night, the night I had my heart-broken and my prince rescued me. It may have been a bitter experience, but it was a sweet one too. I finally learned who my heart belonged to, and I’m glad Taemin felt the same way about me.
I smiled to myself as I walked down the hallway towards the practice rooms; unknowingly, I had begun to hum to SHINee’s new song Hello. I giggled slightly whenever I got to Taemin’s parts, knowing he was that one special guy in my life, and perhaps he was thinking of me when he was singing? I blushed bashfully at the thought.
But it was great, my life was great. I had the greatest boyfriend I could ever have, and everyone could tell the difference in my personality. When I had loved Minho, if only for a moment in my life, I was never happy; the one chasing and being pulled along. I had finally found my niche, and everything seemed to have finally fallen into place.
I grinned as I walked by SHINee’s practice room, noticing how Taemin’s dance movements were also precise and to the beat. I could feel my heart flutter at the memory of our first kiss; it was sweet and chaste, the perfect kiss.
Taemin had noticed me staring, and I blushed when he laughed and waved from the other side of the window. I could feel more heat rushing to my cheeks as I waved back shyly, then I pointed down the hallway, indicating where I was and I did the phone sign.
His smile was blinding as he nodded his head and raised his hand to give me the okay sign.
I had been too focused on Taemin to have noticed Minho in the background, glaring at us with bitter resentment; the water bottle he was holding was crushed with the palm of his hand.
But I had walked away, unknowingly putting myself in such a difficult position. The interaction between me and Taemin had sparked something horrendous in Minho. Jealousy.
The ominous and quiet storm had started brewing from that moment on. The intensity had been obvious, but I, Jung Krystal, was too oblivious and consumed in my own little world to have noticed such a thing.
- - - - - - - - - -
Life was very placid now, except for the occasional mishap and the jam-packed schedules; the buzz of every-day was comforting, and very livable. But it had been raining this very day; the day no one saw coming, except the one who had planned it all along.
I had been walking towards the practice building after just getting off the bus from school. It was lightly drizzling then, nothing major to be worried about. All that was on my mind was homework, practice, food, and all the other worries normal teenage girls have (except, maybe that extra few hours of dance practice and vocal training). It was rather quiet in the lobby, as it was only the receptionist at her desk, bickering away on the phone and doing whatever else she had to do.
She glanced at me once and nodded her head; she knew who I was by now. I bowed back, beckoning a ‘thank you’ as I headed towards the elevator; I had thought I was alone, but apparently not.
I had stepped into the elevator then, pushing for the 11th floor and hitting the closing button, but as the doors slowing began shutting, a hand had stopped in between them at the last moment. As those same doors slid back into place, to allow the man to step pass, I had been greeted with Choi Minho’s face.
The expression he wore was one that was rather harsh and cold; something definitely out of the ordinary. As to respond to that, I had rearranged my surprised expression into one of nonchalance. I gave him a slight nod, and looked away, looking at anything but him.
"I heard you were seeing Taemin-sshi," he had mentioned subtly, as if to start some chit-chat.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, seeing his facial expression as cold as stone.
I feigned innocence. "Yeah, the age difference is only one year. It’s not like I don’t see him every day."
"You know that’s not what I meant." he replied in that icy tone once more.
I turned my head to him, slightly bemused yet angered at the same time; who was he to call out my own personal affairs?
"Well, what about it Minho-oppa. Then again, he is your dongsaeng; your youngest member, so I suppose you have to care to a certain extent."
He turned to look at me then, his eyes still as unreadable as ever. "You know that I know who you truly are. This persona that you portray, this isn’t real. Everything you say and do is fake; you’re just like what everyone else says. You’re a puppet, a wanna-be and you’ll forever be in the shadow of your sister, Jessica."
I was shocked, and completely hurt by his words; I could feel my armor crack and my confidence slip as I turned my head, not daring to look at him anymore. My breathing had begun to become erratic as the painful meaning in his words began to sink in.
I could feel a lone tear fall down my cheek, leaving a warm, damp trail on the pale skin. I couldn’t hear what he said after that; I didn’t comprehend what he was doing, saying, or even thinking. Nothing of it made sense as I sunk deeper and deeper into my conscience, trying to find the shattered pieces of myself once more.
The elevator had stopped at the sixth floor, and when the doors opened I bolted; leaving the young man I had once loved behind, and perhaps even a part of the broken me there too.
I didn’t go to the practice that day and shut off my phone. When I checked back, I had received nearly twenty-three text messages and fourteen calls from Victoria Unnie; I had lost track of Jessica’s insistent calls and texts to even bother to try.
I was on the very top floor of the building, the one right below the roof top, where the ceiling was slightly thinner and it got more drafty up here than the rest of the building. The peace and quiet was something I needed to sort out my life. And three hours passed just like that.
As time slipped away into oblivion, my mind was as blank and empty as ever; not a single thought graced my consciousness as I stared at the stark white wall across from where I sat.
It was as if days had passed, my own reality just making time as irrelevant as I wished it was.
Taemin had found me then; he had walked over, saying nothing as a sad smile graced his lips. It was as if he understood how I was feeling, and god I hoped that he did. He kneeled down then, taking the broken person I was into his warm embrace as my arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, burying my face into the crook of his neck.
He held me like that for moments longer as I could feel him adjusting himself while his arms tightened their grip around my waist. I felt that I was in a safe haven, only the two of us inhabiting it.
It was then that I told him how I felt. I had told Taemin that I, Krystal, had loved him.
I love you Lee Taemin, and only you.
I just hope Minho doesn’t find out, or else my entire soul will be broken once more.
a/n: I've actually been writing this for the past... 2 weeks(?) in between homework assignments and what not. It's a sort of new style I had wanted to try out (and a new pairing, haha). When I was writing, I had been wondering if it was too long or not, so I'll let you guys decide. Should I continue with this story, or leave it as is?
2048 words | pg
- f(x) + shinee ; krystal + minho ; krystal + taemin
beta-ed by cupcake_sokiri
He was always one to be quiet; to be the laid back person, but always the one to take charge when needed. His competitive drive during sports or competitions gave him that spark in his eyes that made all the girls swoon and all the boys bow down to his feet. Or, that was the impression many saw of SHINee’s Choi Minho.
I, Jung Krystal, knew differently from those on the other side of the glass; the ones who view us through a filter, as if the persona we portray really was all we were in the eyes of the world. It is a rather intriguing concept to think about, especially when I am one to know how real someone can be. Someone like Minho. I had met him during our training days, right before Minho and the rest of SHINee were set to make their debut with 'Replay'. I had been introduced to him by Victoria, hearing only good attributes from her like 'He’ll be a great oppa to you, Krystal, so don’t you be shy and worry of such nonsense!'
Little did I know that the moment I met him, it was love at first sight; my palms began to sweat, my breathing became irregular, and my eyes widened in shock when I saw him. It was as if he was the epitome of a Greek God, which he probably was; the rumors of Choi Minho being good-looking were true--no, they weren’t enough to do the justice the boy deserved. He walked with such grace, his height making him slightly awkward, but it was charming anyways. My eyes never left him, except when he looked at me, smiling slightly.
"Hello, my name is Choi Minho. Looks like I‘ll be your Oppa."
"Hello, my name is Jung Krystal. Please take care of me."
He had given me a firm handshake, the warmth from his palm entering my body and making my heart beat uncontrollably.
But that was nearly over three years ago, and as time went on, my feelings died for him; perhaps it was his special relationship with Girls' Generation’s Yuri unnie that put an abrupt halt to my harboring emotions.
I had walked into a dressing room, unbeknown to me that Yuri and Minho were in there, kissing and clawing at each other, just as if the world were to end in the few moments they had together. I had stood in the door-way in shock, my hand covering my gaping mouth as the two lovers jumped away from each other. Yuri looking around the room awkwardly, while Minho scratched his head, avoiding eye contact with me all together. I said nothing then, only giving each one of them a look and departing the same way I came: slightly disgruntled and confused.
"Sorry…excuse me…" were the only words that fell from my mouth as I quickly made my escape.
I had a run in with Taemin oppa a few moments later; he had started to question me lightly, asking if I was okay and what not. It seemed my eyes looked glassy and soon I was sobbing in front of him, my hands smothering my face as the whimpers racked my body. What I least expected was that he would gather me into his warm embrace; I felt safe then, even loved and all of the sudden Minho was completely wiped away from my memory as I clutched to Taemin with all my might, burying my head into the crook of his neck as my nails raked and scratched his leather jacket.
His gentle stroking of my hair calmed me down, and the only reminiscence of my shattered heart were the hiccups that choked me slightly. Taemin gave me a gentle smile and said a few encouraging words about how I could contact him any time I wanted.
I ended up calling him that night, and every night since then.
- - - - - - - - - -
That had been six months ago, and now I had been happily dating Taemin for three of those months. No one knew of course, except for Jessica and Jonghyun, who were seeing each other and told each other everything. Not even Minho knew, and I had pleaded with Taemin day and night until he had promised not to breath a word to his hyung about us dating; Minho had Yuri now and it wasn’t like he was going to love me.
But I could still feel the tears staining my face from that night, the night I had my heart-broken and my prince rescued me. It may have been a bitter experience, but it was a sweet one too. I finally learned who my heart belonged to, and I’m glad Taemin felt the same way about me.
I smiled to myself as I walked down the hallway towards the practice rooms; unknowingly, I had begun to hum to SHINee’s new song Hello. I giggled slightly whenever I got to Taemin’s parts, knowing he was that one special guy in my life, and perhaps he was thinking of me when he was singing? I blushed bashfully at the thought.
But it was great, my life was great. I had the greatest boyfriend I could ever have, and everyone could tell the difference in my personality. When I had loved Minho, if only for a moment in my life, I was never happy; the one chasing and being pulled along. I had finally found my niche, and everything seemed to have finally fallen into place.
I grinned as I walked by SHINee’s practice room, noticing how Taemin’s dance movements were also precise and to the beat. I could feel my heart flutter at the memory of our first kiss; it was sweet and chaste, the perfect kiss.
Taemin had noticed me staring, and I blushed when he laughed and waved from the other side of the window. I could feel more heat rushing to my cheeks as I waved back shyly, then I pointed down the hallway, indicating where I was and I did the phone sign.
His smile was blinding as he nodded his head and raised his hand to give me the okay sign.
I had been too focused on Taemin to have noticed Minho in the background, glaring at us with bitter resentment; the water bottle he was holding was crushed with the palm of his hand.
But I had walked away, unknowingly putting myself in such a difficult position. The interaction between me and Taemin had sparked something horrendous in Minho. Jealousy.
The ominous and quiet storm had started brewing from that moment on. The intensity had been obvious, but I, Jung Krystal, was too oblivious and consumed in my own little world to have noticed such a thing.
- - - - - - - - - -
Life was very placid now, except for the occasional mishap and the jam-packed schedules; the buzz of every-day was comforting, and very livable. But it had been raining this very day; the day no one saw coming, except the one who had planned it all along.
I had been walking towards the practice building after just getting off the bus from school. It was lightly drizzling then, nothing major to be worried about. All that was on my mind was homework, practice, food, and all the other worries normal teenage girls have (except, maybe that extra few hours of dance practice and vocal training). It was rather quiet in the lobby, as it was only the receptionist at her desk, bickering away on the phone and doing whatever else she had to do.
She glanced at me once and nodded her head; she knew who I was by now. I bowed back, beckoning a ‘thank you’ as I headed towards the elevator; I had thought I was alone, but apparently not.
I had stepped into the elevator then, pushing for the 11th floor and hitting the closing button, but as the doors slowing began shutting, a hand had stopped in between them at the last moment. As those same doors slid back into place, to allow the man to step pass, I had been greeted with Choi Minho’s face.
The expression he wore was one that was rather harsh and cold; something definitely out of the ordinary. As to respond to that, I had rearranged my surprised expression into one of nonchalance. I gave him a slight nod, and looked away, looking at anything but him.
"I heard you were seeing Taemin-sshi," he had mentioned subtly, as if to start some chit-chat.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, seeing his facial expression as cold as stone.
I feigned innocence. "Yeah, the age difference is only one year. It’s not like I don’t see him every day."
"You know that’s not what I meant." he replied in that icy tone once more.
I turned my head to him, slightly bemused yet angered at the same time; who was he to call out my own personal affairs?
"Well, what about it Minho-oppa. Then again, he is your dongsaeng; your youngest member, so I suppose you have to care to a certain extent."
He turned to look at me then, his eyes still as unreadable as ever. "You know that I know who you truly are. This persona that you portray, this isn’t real. Everything you say and do is fake; you’re just like what everyone else says. You’re a puppet, a wanna-be and you’ll forever be in the shadow of your sister, Jessica."
I was shocked, and completely hurt by his words; I could feel my armor crack and my confidence slip as I turned my head, not daring to look at him anymore. My breathing had begun to become erratic as the painful meaning in his words began to sink in.
I could feel a lone tear fall down my cheek, leaving a warm, damp trail on the pale skin. I couldn’t hear what he said after that; I didn’t comprehend what he was doing, saying, or even thinking. Nothing of it made sense as I sunk deeper and deeper into my conscience, trying to find the shattered pieces of myself once more.
The elevator had stopped at the sixth floor, and when the doors opened I bolted; leaving the young man I had once loved behind, and perhaps even a part of the broken me there too.
I didn’t go to the practice that day and shut off my phone. When I checked back, I had received nearly twenty-three text messages and fourteen calls from Victoria Unnie; I had lost track of Jessica’s insistent calls and texts to even bother to try.
I was on the very top floor of the building, the one right below the roof top, where the ceiling was slightly thinner and it got more drafty up here than the rest of the building. The peace and quiet was something I needed to sort out my life. And three hours passed just like that.
As time slipped away into oblivion, my mind was as blank and empty as ever; not a single thought graced my consciousness as I stared at the stark white wall across from where I sat.
It was as if days had passed, my own reality just making time as irrelevant as I wished it was.
Taemin had found me then; he had walked over, saying nothing as a sad smile graced his lips. It was as if he understood how I was feeling, and god I hoped that he did. He kneeled down then, taking the broken person I was into his warm embrace as my arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, burying my face into the crook of his neck.
He held me like that for moments longer as I could feel him adjusting himself while his arms tightened their grip around my waist. I felt that I was in a safe haven, only the two of us inhabiting it.
It was then that I told him how I felt. I had told Taemin that I, Krystal, had loved him.
I love you Lee Taemin, and only you.
I just hope Minho doesn’t find out, or else my entire soul will be broken once more.
a/n: I've actually been writing this for the past... 2 weeks(?) in between homework assignments and what not. It's a sort of new style I had wanted to try out (and a new pairing, haha). When I was writing, I had been wondering if it was too long or not, so I'll let you guys decide. Should I continue with this story, or leave it as is?