{ff/f(x)} the city's sunset
TITLE: the city's sunset
FANDOM: f(x)
PAIRING: Sulli/Krystal
RATING: g
LENGTH: oneshot
GENRE: fluff, tiny angst
SUMMARY: Krystal's reflections on Sulli while on the night ride home in the van.
↬NOTE(S): It seems like all my f(x) fics happen in the van. #ㅡ# Also, I'm bad at rating these I think...
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It was way too easy for Krystal to thread her fingers through Sulli's hair. Black, long, silky and smooth, Sulli's hair presented an inviting place for Krystal Jung's fingers to tangle themselves up in.
The lights of the city flooded in through the van's windows. It was already almost midnight, but the largely orange lights made it seem like it was just sunset. Krystal felt the same. The texture and scent of Sulli's hair invaded Krystal's senses. It felt a lot like love, but Krystal wondered if it wasn't just like the city lights pretending to be something they weren't.
Leaning back in the vehicle's wide seat, Krystal sighed and unwillingly started to take her fingers out, one by one slipping down each strand. Sulli's sleep ridden voice stopped her.
"Don't stop" Sulli whispered. "It feels so good..."
It was only when Sulli fell back into a steady breathing rhythm that Krystal was able to move her fingers again.
In they plunged, right into Sulli's dark tresses.
After thinking for a while, Krystal smiled to herself. Maybe it was love. Maybe it wasn't. But Krystal had figured two things: her love wasn't going to be like a sunset and the city lights had never claimed to be something they weren't.
FANDOM: f(x)
PAIRING: Sulli/Krystal
RATING: g
LENGTH: oneshot
GENRE: fluff, tiny angst
SUMMARY: Krystal's reflections on Sulli while on the night ride home in the van.
↬NOTE(S): It seems like all my f(x) fics happen in the van. #ㅡ# Also, I'm bad at rating these I think...
☀ ☀ ☀
It was way too easy for Krystal to thread her fingers through Sulli's hair. Black, long, silky and smooth, Sulli's hair presented an inviting place for Krystal Jung's fingers to tangle themselves up in.
The lights of the city flooded in through the van's windows. It was already almost midnight, but the largely orange lights made it seem like it was just sunset. Krystal felt the same. The texture and scent of Sulli's hair invaded Krystal's senses. It felt a lot like love, but Krystal wondered if it wasn't just like the city lights pretending to be something they weren't.
Leaning back in the vehicle's wide seat, Krystal sighed and unwillingly started to take her fingers out, one by one slipping down each strand. Sulli's sleep ridden voice stopped her.
"Don't stop" Sulli whispered. "It feels so good..."
It was only when Sulli fell back into a steady breathing rhythm that Krystal was able to move her fingers again.
In they plunged, right into Sulli's dark tresses.
After thinking for a while, Krystal smiled to herself. Maybe it was love. Maybe it wasn't. But Krystal had figured two things: her love wasn't going to be like a sunset and the city lights had never claimed to be something they weren't.