pinocchio
pinocchio
709 w, pg (krystal-centric, krystal/minho)
only five of her many lies.
a/n: undoubtedly inspired by f(x)'s new mv, danger (pinocchio) which, by the way, is addictive.
It's an elaborate web of fallacies through simple words - and it all starts with one lie.
5.
It takes an elbow jab to her side from Luna and a hair pull from Victoria for realization to dawn on her. It's her turn to speak.
The interviewer looks at her expectantly. Krystal can feel the woman's breaths, how they're two seconds faster than hers, and her eyes quickly flicker over to the cue cards being held in the back by their manager. The cards don't hold the answers to them because their responses are supposed to be sincere and from the heart. It's just the question which Krystal has seemingly forgotten, so she squints a bit.
Are there any last words?
She would get the non specific question.
"I just hope everyone looks forward to f(x)'s comeback. All of us appreciate the love and support from the fans, so please take care of us. F(x), fighting."
The camera switches off with an inaudible click and she returns to slouching. Sulli gives her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, a smile rimming the edges of her red lips. Krystal takes in the contrast before either of them speak, "Good job Krystal."
Krystal snorts, "Good job? Yeah, I've only said that line about twenty million times."
It's loud enough for the reporters to hear, but it isn't like they haven't heard it before. Krystal stands and picks up her half unwrapped water bottle before slipping off her heels. Undoubtedly, it's only the six hundred and twenty fourth time she's said it - but she's the only one keeping count.
4.
Minho is hunched over with his hands on his knees, inhales and exhales sharper than a blade. She tries to slow her own breathing down, looking up at the sky. She can't really see it, not with the way her vision is blurred by fatigue and this white mist. Krystal can feel the sweat on her back seeping into the blue cotton of her shirt. Her hands rest on her hips as she coughs up a lung, maybe two, but it was worth it.
"I totally beat you."
"I went easy on you, Jung."
"Excuses are like armpits. Everyone has one, and they all stink."
Minho scoffs before laughing, standing up straight. She can see the sweat trail in the front of his shirt.
"What?"
Krystal shrugs, "My teacher back in America used to say it to me all the time I guess."
Minho nods his head, obviously pretending to understand. "Well, you don't need american phrases. But you know what you do need?"
"What?"
"Me."
Krystal rolls her eyes, ignoring a familiar jab in her blood pumping organ.
"Shut up, I do not," Is all she says before she starts sprinting away. Maybe if she were to run fast enough, she could vanish.
3.
Sooyoung eats another brownie before passing the plate over to Krystal. She looks down at it, wondering how many calories each crumb has - wondering if she can afford to eat at lease three, maybe four crumbs without losing her abs that SM has taken so much pride in showing off.
Sooyoung arches a brow, waiting, asking with caramel eyes and features.
"Are you hungry?" It's a borderline statement on: Eat something, but it cuts off before it comes near to that.
Krystal sighs, "Nope."
2.
Jessica's hands are cold against hers, Krystal feels herself sinking into the couch, as if it were to swallow her whole and just leave Jessica behind - kind of like what she did to her. Krystal wonders why she decided to forgive her in the first place, or maybe it was just because she was waiting for her to come back anyways. She can hear the crackles from the fireplace in front of them. It isn't like it's loud or too silent, it's just there - as where they weren't. They aren't.
"Are you ready for all of this?" Jessica asks.
Krystal nods numbly.
"Yes."
1.
When they debut, all eyes are on her.
"And who are you?" An interviewer asks.
She feels herself gulp back a familiar sound, the name soojung burning the back of her throat. She lifts up her trembling fist with a small smile.
"I'm Krystal."