Of Oppas, Unnis and Dongsaengs;; Prologue.
OF OPPAS, UNNIS AND DONGSAENGS;; PG-13
Krystal lifted her shirt up, examining her stomach that was all sore from the dancing she had been doing non-stop for the past five hours. It was still as flat as ever, she noted, feeling a bit smug. She stared at her own reflection in the rehearsal room mirror, seeing how little she had sweated, being blessed with youth. She turned her gaze a little further behind her to stare at her older sister who had collapsed on the floor, blonde hair thrown into a messy bun, moisture glistening off her scrawny legs and arms. She had put all her energy into concentrating on text messaging and was using both of her hands, pressing one button at a time while smiling. Krystal couldn’t help but scoff.
“Yah, unni. You look horrible.”
“Yeah, well when I was your age I had the same amount of energy as you,” her sister gave her a lazy reply back, not even bothering to look up.
“I’m not that young.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“Whatever.”
Krystal rolled her eyes and stared at her reflection some more. Maybe she was young, but she didn’t look it. Her face had already matured along with the same time as her personality did. She had even taking up a liking to watching True Blood in her rare moments of downtime, because that’s what mature people her age did, of course.
“Krystal,” Krystal turned around again to look at her pathetic sister.
“Hmm?”
“I love you.” Jessica’s eyes lit up as she finished her sentence, smiling at her sister, her words in tune with her deep breathing. Jessica stuck her tongue out at her sister, completely innocent but playful. If a stranger had come across this scene, they would’ve thought Sica was the baby sister that Krystal was doting on. But how could anyone hate on Sica unni, really. She looked adorable, sprawled on her ass, breathing like a maniac, her eyes opened widely as she looked up eagerly.
“I hate you.” Krystal stuck her tongue out back, and they both laughed for a while, not needing to say anything else. “And guess what, I still have energy! Pays to be young.” Krystal teased, immediately pirouetting her way across the large dance room, her energy increasing with each spin she took. It felt good to be young, to be free, and to be her.
“It goes away Krystal! It goes away!” Her sister yelled, but Krystal paid little attention to. She let her feet glide right to the door when someone knocked loudly once, before abruptly opening it, stopping her mini-showcase.
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Krystal lifted her shirt up, examining her stomach that was all sore from the dancing she had been doing non-stop for the past five hours. It was still as flat as ever, she noted, feeling a bit smug. She stared at her own reflection in the rehearsal room mirror, seeing how little she had sweated, being blessed with youth. She turned her gaze a little further behind her to stare at her older sister who had collapsed on the floor, blonde hair thrown into a messy bun, moisture glistening off her scrawny legs and arms. She had put all her energy into concentrating on text messaging and was using both of her hands, pressing one button at a time while smiling. Krystal couldn’t help but scoff.
“Yah, unni. You look horrible.”
“Yeah, well when I was your age I had the same amount of energy as you,” her sister gave her a lazy reply back, not even bothering to look up.
“I’m not that young.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“Whatever.”
Krystal rolled her eyes and stared at her reflection some more. Maybe she was young, but she didn’t look it. Her face had already matured along with the same time as her personality did. She had even taking up a liking to watching True Blood in her rare moments of downtime, because that’s what mature people her age did, of course.
“Krystal,” Krystal turned around again to look at her pathetic sister.
“Hmm?”
“I love you.” Jessica’s eyes lit up as she finished her sentence, smiling at her sister, her words in tune with her deep breathing. Jessica stuck her tongue out at her sister, completely innocent but playful. If a stranger had come across this scene, they would’ve thought Sica was the baby sister that Krystal was doting on. But how could anyone hate on Sica unni, really. She looked adorable, sprawled on her ass, breathing like a maniac, her eyes opened widely as she looked up eagerly.
“I hate you.” Krystal stuck her tongue out back, and they both laughed for a while, not needing to say anything else. “And guess what, I still have energy! Pays to be young.” Krystal teased, immediately pirouetting her way across the large dance room, her energy increasing with each spin she took. It felt good to be young, to be free, and to be her.
“It goes away Krystal! It goes away!” Her sister yelled, but Krystal paid little attention to. She let her feet glide right to the door when someone knocked loudly once, before abruptly opening it, stopping her mini-showcase.
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next part CHAPTER ONE HERE. =)