in the streets with oranges, (1/3) shinee/snsd/f(x), jonghyun + jessica + krystal
anonymous
October 30 2012, 03:16:48 UTC
She - along with everyone else with eyes in the upper district of Yongsan could see it coming for kilometers: it is almost pathetically inevitable and she finds herself conflicting between finding it humorous or disgusting. She’s sitting across from an oblivious Jonghyun at a fancy company dinner and he’s sliding through his touch phone with amusement and Krystal can’t even touch her shrimp because of what’s happening at bay.
(921): You’re so whipped and you don’t even know it.
(839): Jealous? Of my phone?
“Oh, look at this one - this is when your sister was being difficult and wouldn’t let me put the cucumber in her face last week after rehearsal-”
“Do you hear yourself right now? No, no, no, this is not allowed to happen. I refuse.”
“Let what happen exactly?” Jonghyun’s smirk is lopsided and equally irritating as much as the fact that he already knows the answer to his question.
“You. And my sister. No. Besides, she would never go for you,” Krystal stabs her fork into a piece of shrimp but doesn’t eat it, instead dangling it mid-air in front of Jonghyun to see. “You aren’t her style at all.”
“She kissed me once,” and Jonghyun has no choice but to continue his boast when Krystal responds with nothing but a blank stare, “at Kibum’s birthday last year on the rooftop.”
“Was she drunk?”
“Well, yeah but-”
“That doesn’t count, dumbass. She makes out with everyone when she’s drunk. She even made out with Ryeowook oppa (Ryeowook oppa?!) at the Tokyo Dome last January because she was feeling so lonely and buzz-happy.”
“It’s because I wasn’t there,” he pumps out his chest and Krystal flings her shrimp at him, hitting him sourly on the forehead.
Speaking of devils or the likes, in walks two of them right before Jonghyun can counteract, arm in arm, laughing something mischievous before giving them both a quick wave. Ryeowook walks behind Jonghyun giving him one of those sunbae-hoobae hugs that can only be read as affectionate and Jessica reaches over to give her sister an annoying peck and fix her hair that doesn’t need to be fixed at all.
“Having fun guys?” Ryeowook slaps Jonghyun’s shoulder with glee and then walks away leaving Krystal amused before noticing the fixation Jonghyun is suffering from, slack jawed and cocky eyebrows puffed as if he had never, not once seen Jessica Jung before in his life. Krystal has to admit, her sister does look expendably pretty today in her silver mini, but it’s not an excuse for Jonghyun’s marvel of stupidity. Luckily Jessica seems to be oblivious and after she finishes petting Krystal’s hair she winks at Jonghyun as if that settles anything they were galavanting about.
And then Jonghyun, ever so cumbersomely gets up and grabs Jessica by the waist, leaning in to whisper something that Krystal can’t hear no matter how hard she leans over and stabs her fork into her arm with, before the whispering is over and Jessica’s cheeks turn a strange tinge of pink and she’s walking out.
“I could have her if I wanted her,” Jonghyun is greasy and Jonghyun is smarmy and he sits back down and eats the piece of shrimp that bounced off his face earlier.
“No, you can’t.”
“You want to bet?”
(410): Dude. My sister is off limits. Touch her again and I’ll rip off your dick and force feed it to you.
(921):
You’re so whipped and you don’t even know it.
(839):
Jealous? Of my phone?
“Oh, look at this one - this is when your sister was being difficult and wouldn’t let me put the cucumber in her face last week after rehearsal-”
“Do you hear yourself right now? No, no, no, this is not allowed to happen. I refuse.”
“Let what happen exactly?” Jonghyun’s smirk is lopsided and equally irritating as much as the fact that he already knows the answer to his question.
“You. And my sister. No. Besides, she would never go for you,” Krystal stabs her fork into a piece of shrimp but doesn’t eat it, instead dangling it mid-air in front of Jonghyun to see. “You aren’t her style at all.”
“She kissed me once,” and Jonghyun has no choice but to continue his boast when Krystal responds with nothing but a blank stare, “at Kibum’s birthday last year on the rooftop.”
“Was she drunk?”
“Well, yeah but-”
“That doesn’t count, dumbass. She makes out with everyone when she’s drunk. She even made out with Ryeowook oppa (Ryeowook oppa?!) at the Tokyo Dome last January because she was feeling so lonely and buzz-happy.”
“It’s because I wasn’t there,” he pumps out his chest and Krystal flings her shrimp at him, hitting him sourly on the forehead.
Speaking of devils or the likes, in walks two of them right before Jonghyun can counteract, arm in arm, laughing something mischievous before giving them both a quick wave. Ryeowook walks behind Jonghyun giving him one of those sunbae-hoobae hugs that can only be read as affectionate and Jessica reaches over to give her sister an annoying peck and fix her hair that doesn’t need to be fixed at all.
“Having fun guys?” Ryeowook slaps Jonghyun’s shoulder with glee and then walks away leaving Krystal amused before noticing the fixation Jonghyun is suffering from, slack jawed and cocky eyebrows puffed as if he had never, not once seen Jessica Jung before in his life. Krystal has to admit, her sister does look expendably pretty today in her silver mini, but it’s not an excuse for Jonghyun’s marvel of stupidity. Luckily Jessica seems to be oblivious and after she finishes petting Krystal’s hair she winks at Jonghyun as if that settles anything they were galavanting about.
And then Jonghyun, ever so cumbersomely gets up and grabs Jessica by the waist, leaning in to whisper something that Krystal can’t hear no matter how hard she leans over and stabs her fork into her arm with, before the whispering is over and Jessica’s cheeks turn a strange tinge of pink and she’s walking out.
“I could have her if I wanted her,” Jonghyun is greasy and Jonghyun is smarmy and he sits back down and eats the piece of shrimp that bounced off his face earlier.
“No, you can’t.”
“You want to bet?”
(410):
Dude. My sister is off limits. Touch her again and I’ll rip off your dick and force feed it to you.
(301):
I accept this challenge.
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