post #17

[seoulfulness]

Fics( #16).

two words: classy and fabulous big bang gd/top
untitled exo, lay/luhan
take me to the stars f(x), krystal/amber
deer in headlights exo, luhan/lay
From a Distance EXO, Kai/Kyungsoo
Happy New Year exo, tao/chen
samgyeopsal and soju exo, kris/lay/luhan
lip lesson snsd, sunny/seohyun
untitled exo, kai/d.o/baekhyun
can you whisper exo, kai/

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in the streets with oranges, (3/3) shinee/snsd/f(x), jonghyun + jessica + krystal

[anonymous]

“We’ll be back on the road by tomorrow morning,” Jonghyun’s got this habit of saying things nonchalantly when he’s at a loss of knowing how to say anything else and he scratches his forearm, unable to make eye contact with either of the girls as they poke the two motel beds with their feet, clutching to each other in disgust. Krystal’s sure her sister is going to cry, and maybe she’s going to cry too, especially when she’s convinced she sees a dead rat in the bathtub and she wishes she is anywhere else, even stuck in a cabin in the snow with Jonghyun and Jessica because this motel isn’t cutting it in the slightest.

It turns late, if the indication of the lone broken lamplight outside the window is anything to go by and now none of them are getting cellular reception in this hellhole and the television only gets one channel that shows I Love Lucy in pigmented airwaves and broken Spanish that Krystal can only half-decipher against her better will. Her sister mopes around, itching to take a shower but refusing to after Krystal’s adamant swearing that the rat exists and Jonghyun is sitting on his bed, like he might break free at every given moment and run away because there’s only so much of Jessica’s whining that one can take.

“I hate it here, I hate it! And if you guys think I’m going to sleep on the bed, you’ve got to be kidding yourself, ugh I’m sure that bed has been the scene of murders before.”

“You could always sleep on the floor,” Jonghyun says underneath his breath.

He’s snapped, Krystal thinks, madly snapped.

“Oh, shit.” Krystal’s head falls back on a pillow filled with newspaper, cringing in anticipation.

“Excuse you,” her sister is backing Jonghyun against the other bed until his knees are knocking in fear, “what kind of man doesn’t know how to change a fucking tire and thinks its okay to rent a motel for a night in lieu of a hotel?”

“There were no hotels around, Sica!” Jonghyun sort of sounds like a dog whimpering and barking when he’s mad and he growls something fierce at Jessica, standing up so he can tower some fear into the resilient princess, “and I live in Seoul, who in Seoul do you know that can change tires?”

“Plenty of real men,” Krystal is now fully watching two grown ups in a battle of egos and Jessica’s words come with malice, as she looks up at Jonghyun with a shrewd eye.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been plenty of girls who know how to rough a thing or two. Especially in the wild.”

“Were these real girls or girls you just made up? Like your last public relationship?”

“I fucking did that for you!” Jonghyun loses it and Krystal hopes this means he’s going to call a taxi and head out of there and lose the fake bet and all that comes with it, “and at least I’m man enough to do things for my friends and not care about the consequences.”

“The consequence of being your friend has lead me to sleeping on a mattress that has stains on it of a color that shouldn’t exist!”

She punches Jonghyun square in the chest and Jessica starts to bawl here because something crawls over her foot, something that was proclaimed as dead earlier on and her wailing is loud and detestable and she cries into Jonghyun’s chest leaving him no choice but to bend back on the bed and console her as she sits on him, feet tucked up and off the ground away from the bad creatures of the world.

“Oh, Jonghyun, what would I do without you?”

“You could always sleep on my mattress, I’m pretty sure I know what the stains on it are from,” he says cheekily and Krystal discovers that holding the newspaper pillow with both hands to cover her ears is actually quite comforting.

(217):
Your sister is a living and walking beautiful nightmare.

(211):
Fucker. Stop picturing her naked. It’s creeping me out.

(180):
I think I’ve won the bet.

(175):
Having sex outside of Seoul doesn’t count as winning. Also - my sister is not a fucking bet asshole.

(127):
Can you guys let me back inside the cabin? I’m sorry I said your postcoital faces reminded me of that one time me and Sica unnie caught my parents fucking in the car.

(126):
Oppa, promise me you guys won’t fool around in the car back home and I’ll forgive you guys back.

(125):
Oppa?

Re: in the streets with oranges, (3/3) shinee/snsd/f(x), jonghyun + jessica + krystal

[anonymous]

this was hysterical and your characterization of krystal in particular really rang true to me. not op but this totally brightened my day, thank you!

Re: in the streets with oranges, (3/3) shinee/snsd/f(x), jonghyun + jessica + krystal

[anonymous]

awww ty! i intended to make it longer but i had a feeling if i did i probably wouldn't have finished it, so i hope it didn't come off too abrupt, hehe.

op

[anonymous]

omg this was great anon! your krystal is perfect and the jongstal bickering ♥

Also - my sister is not a fucking bet asshole.
favorite line btw

thank you for the fill!