f(x); perfect harmony
perfect harmony
Krystal's always been jealous of Luna's voice.
wc→1,434. krystal/luna; g.
note: this is a remix i did to onew's Duet's for kpop_ficmix. also, please check out firequakes's remix here.♥ thank you so much, again!
Luna is the voice of f(x). Everyone knows that, especially Krystal.
For most of her life, Krystal has been doted upon by her parents as the one "SM chose first" even though they declined the companies request for her and gave them Jessica instead. Jessica never forgot it, and neither did Krystal. She knows she has outstanding vocal prowess, knows how easy it is for her to sing--to shower the world with the glow of her song. She's always been the star. Until she walked into the practice room to meet the new girls she would become a group with with and heard the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard.
The girl wasn't even trying at the moment, Krystal realized. She was just singing, and the joyful smile on her lips lit up the practice room like a spotlight. Her headphones blasted Mariah Carey in her ears while she sang along--in perfect tune, with perfect pitch. She seemed completely oblivious to anyone else as she was stretching to warm ups. But when she did notice Krystal standing there, she gave a smile as bright as the sun--almost better than her voice. Krystal's jaw may have dropped right then and there, because how could this voice even be here, in the same room as her?
It's not fair, really. Krystal's gone her whole entire life thinking that she was the best, so how could she let one moment in her existence make her realize how far she has yet to go? She wants it though, like a burning in her chest. She wants to be as good as Luna even if her voice is as imperfect and out of tune as it always is. She wants to knock Luna out of her title of "best vocalist in f(x)". She wants to be known as more than Jessica's little sister.
Sometimes she feels so cross, so far behind that perfect voice that she'll direct her irate feelings towards her in terrible ways. She hates the sick satisfaction she feels when she breaks the smile off Luna's smile, even if just a little (because her smile is always there, even if she's crying).
"I'm going to go practice," Luna says, with a sweatpants and a comfortable tshirt on. Krystal scoffs at her from her place on the couch.
"You're just going to ruin your voice," she crosses her arms over her knees and pretends that she didn't go practice last night until her voice rubbed raw. Out of her periferal vision, she sees Luna's smile fade before it returns, that genuine kindness in place once more.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," she says. "You can come with me if you want."
Krystal shakes her head, even though her heart screams yes, because more than anything, she wants to have a duet with that beautiful voice--that beautiful person. But she's not ready yet, and really, she'll never be ready.
(Besides, her throat still hurts from last night, but she can't tell her that. After Luna's gone, she'll make another cup of hot chocolate and pretend that the drink doesn't remind her of Luna's infallible voice, smile, hair. She realizes that she could go on and on, and that she has a problem, truly.)
Krystal figures that she should stop being so cruel to someone so kind, eventually. But she just can't help it, just like she can't help it if filming for variety shows is boring. She wishes she could, really. As she deliberately forgets Luna's practice music at the studio so that she can't practice for the following day, she feels a tinge of guilt. Especially when Luna has to walk there in the rain because she's stubborn like that. She also feels guilty when Luna's voice is scratchy the next day because of the cold she gets for it.
What really makes her feel guilty, though, in the end, is that Luna still sings Mariah Carey that night even with a cough that keeps her up until the wee hours of the morning. She still talks to her twin about music like a second skin, and she still pulls off a duet over the phone with her. A duet that ends up being so perfect that Krystal can't even finish her meal.
She doesn't want to be so childish anymore, because it doesn't get her anywhere but a cold for Luna. She feeds her chicken noodle soup her mom makes for her that evening, because Luna's still sniffling and her voice is still scratchy. And when their manager decrees that she isn't allowed to sing anymore for the next few days, and Krystal's about to go crazy without hearing it.
In the end, she practices even harder until her own voice is scratchy and she's sure that her throat is raw and bleeding. She's heard that isn't fun though, and she's having the time of her life. Because now all she can hear is Luna's voice, and how someday, maybe, she'll be able to catch up to her. And when she does, maybe she'll even be able to surpass her.
She starts acting nicer to Luna again after that, and if she notices, she hides it superbly. Every time she hears Luna singing, she feels a slight rise in her chest, because maybe she'll be able to sing that well. It's the anticipation of doing your best, her mom says. It's because she finally has a goal, her dad says. It's weird that all this time Krystal believed in something like taking over the world with music, when all she's had to do to get to that point is to become as good as Luna.
She listens to Mariah Carey instead of Ke$ha when she thinks no one is around and practices every night before bed. Sometimes when Luna is singing in the shower she'll sing along and pretend that they sound perfect together. Sometimes she'll pretend that she has the same range as Luna, and that she has that much power behind her voice too. Luna's voice is limitless, and Krystal keeps in mind that she'll someday have the same kind of voice, too.
So one night, when Luna is asleep like the rest of the dorm (although she thinks she might be able to hear Sulli giggling in the other room) she can't help but curl on her side and take in the silhouette of the charmingly beautiful girl on the other bed. She's not completely sure if she's sleeping or not, but she has to whisper her goal aloud, nevertheless. People always say that when you say things out loud, they come true.
"Someday, I'll be just as good as you," she whispers, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief at saying the words aloud. She likes the feeling of release that comes with the statement. It's enough to help her get to sleep.
In the morning, when Luna's singing in the shower, she notices how much further she has to go, but she can't help but feel like this time, she might get there this time. The next night is the same, but Krystal's always been greedy. Instead of just one goal, she whispers both of them aloud.
"Someday, we'll sing a song together, and--" she stops when she notices that Luna's shifting around in bed, and clenches her eyes shut tight as her heart beating in her chest. She doesn't get to finish, but she supposes it will be okay.
Luna's just finishing breakfast when Krystal approaches her the next morning, nerves making her feel like a wild animal. It's easy to come up with an excuse to ask for help, almost too easy really. "I can't seem to get this part right. Can you... help me?" She feels her heart skip a beat when Luna beams at her like a thousand rising suns.
"Of course!" She says, and Krystal feels like the world is flying away from her and leaving her behind, weightless in space.
When they sing together it's like all the things that you're not supposed to believe in while growing up, like magic and fairy dust and unicorns. It's like ice cream cones with chocolate coating and hot chocolate on a freezing day. And by the end of it she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she's good enough to express her true feelings towards Luna, after all.
In the end, a duet is more than a duet. It's a partnership. It's a work of art between two people who can sing together in perfect harmony. When that moment comes, Krystal's sure that she'll be ready, and she's sure that she can only accomplish it with Luna.
Krystal's always been jealous of Luna's voice.
wc→1,434. krystal/luna; g.
note: this is a remix i did to onew's Duet's for kpop_ficmix. also, please check out firequakes's remix here.♥ thank you so much, again!
Luna is the voice of f(x). Everyone knows that, especially Krystal.
For most of her life, Krystal has been doted upon by her parents as the one "SM chose first" even though they declined the companies request for her and gave them Jessica instead. Jessica never forgot it, and neither did Krystal. She knows she has outstanding vocal prowess, knows how easy it is for her to sing--to shower the world with the glow of her song. She's always been the star. Until she walked into the practice room to meet the new girls she would become a group with with and heard the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard.
The girl wasn't even trying at the moment, Krystal realized. She was just singing, and the joyful smile on her lips lit up the practice room like a spotlight. Her headphones blasted Mariah Carey in her ears while she sang along--in perfect tune, with perfect pitch. She seemed completely oblivious to anyone else as she was stretching to warm ups. But when she did notice Krystal standing there, she gave a smile as bright as the sun--almost better than her voice. Krystal's jaw may have dropped right then and there, because how could this voice even be here, in the same room as her?
It's not fair, really. Krystal's gone her whole entire life thinking that she was the best, so how could she let one moment in her existence make her realize how far she has yet to go? She wants it though, like a burning in her chest. She wants to be as good as Luna even if her voice is as imperfect and out of tune as it always is. She wants to knock Luna out of her title of "best vocalist in f(x)". She wants to be known as more than Jessica's little sister.
Sometimes she feels so cross, so far behind that perfect voice that she'll direct her irate feelings towards her in terrible ways. She hates the sick satisfaction she feels when she breaks the smile off Luna's smile, even if just a little (because her smile is always there, even if she's crying).
"I'm going to go practice," Luna says, with a sweatpants and a comfortable tshirt on. Krystal scoffs at her from her place on the couch.
"You're just going to ruin your voice," she crosses her arms over her knees and pretends that she didn't go practice last night until her voice rubbed raw. Out of her periferal vision, she sees Luna's smile fade before it returns, that genuine kindness in place once more.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful," she says. "You can come with me if you want."
Krystal shakes her head, even though her heart screams yes, because more than anything, she wants to have a duet with that beautiful voice--that beautiful person. But she's not ready yet, and really, she'll never be ready.
(Besides, her throat still hurts from last night, but she can't tell her that. After Luna's gone, she'll make another cup of hot chocolate and pretend that the drink doesn't remind her of Luna's infallible voice, smile, hair. She realizes that she could go on and on, and that she has a problem, truly.)
Krystal figures that she should stop being so cruel to someone so kind, eventually. But she just can't help it, just like she can't help it if filming for variety shows is boring. She wishes she could, really. As she deliberately forgets Luna's practice music at the studio so that she can't practice for the following day, she feels a tinge of guilt. Especially when Luna has to walk there in the rain because she's stubborn like that. She also feels guilty when Luna's voice is scratchy the next day because of the cold she gets for it.
What really makes her feel guilty, though, in the end, is that Luna still sings Mariah Carey that night even with a cough that keeps her up until the wee hours of the morning. She still talks to her twin about music like a second skin, and she still pulls off a duet over the phone with her. A duet that ends up being so perfect that Krystal can't even finish her meal.
She doesn't want to be so childish anymore, because it doesn't get her anywhere but a cold for Luna. She feeds her chicken noodle soup her mom makes for her that evening, because Luna's still sniffling and her voice is still scratchy. And when their manager decrees that she isn't allowed to sing anymore for the next few days, and Krystal's about to go crazy without hearing it.
In the end, she practices even harder until her own voice is scratchy and she's sure that her throat is raw and bleeding. She's heard that isn't fun though, and she's having the time of her life. Because now all she can hear is Luna's voice, and how someday, maybe, she'll be able to catch up to her. And when she does, maybe she'll even be able to surpass her.
She starts acting nicer to Luna again after that, and if she notices, she hides it superbly. Every time she hears Luna singing, she feels a slight rise in her chest, because maybe she'll be able to sing that well. It's the anticipation of doing your best, her mom says. It's because she finally has a goal, her dad says. It's weird that all this time Krystal believed in something like taking over the world with music, when all she's had to do to get to that point is to become as good as Luna.
She listens to Mariah Carey instead of Ke$ha when she thinks no one is around and practices every night before bed. Sometimes when Luna is singing in the shower she'll sing along and pretend that they sound perfect together. Sometimes she'll pretend that she has the same range as Luna, and that she has that much power behind her voice too. Luna's voice is limitless, and Krystal keeps in mind that she'll someday have the same kind of voice, too.
So one night, when Luna is asleep like the rest of the dorm (although she thinks she might be able to hear Sulli giggling in the other room) she can't help but curl on her side and take in the silhouette of the charmingly beautiful girl on the other bed. She's not completely sure if she's sleeping or not, but she has to whisper her goal aloud, nevertheless. People always say that when you say things out loud, they come true.
"Someday, I'll be just as good as you," she whispers, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief at saying the words aloud. She likes the feeling of release that comes with the statement. It's enough to help her get to sleep.
In the morning, when Luna's singing in the shower, she notices how much further she has to go, but she can't help but feel like this time, she might get there this time. The next night is the same, but Krystal's always been greedy. Instead of just one goal, she whispers both of them aloud.
"Someday, we'll sing a song together, and--" she stops when she notices that Luna's shifting around in bed, and clenches her eyes shut tight as her heart beating in her chest. She doesn't get to finish, but she supposes it will be okay.
Luna's just finishing breakfast when Krystal approaches her the next morning, nerves making her feel like a wild animal. It's easy to come up with an excuse to ask for help, almost too easy really. "I can't seem to get this part right. Can you... help me?" She feels her heart skip a beat when Luna beams at her like a thousand rising suns.
"Of course!" She says, and Krystal feels like the world is flying away from her and leaving her behind, weightless in space.
When they sing together it's like all the things that you're not supposed to believe in while growing up, like magic and fairy dust and unicorns. It's like ice cream cones with chocolate coating and hot chocolate on a freezing day. And by the end of it she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she's good enough to express her true feelings towards Luna, after all.
In the end, a duet is more than a duet. It's a partnership. It's a work of art between two people who can sing together in perfect harmony. When that moment comes, Krystal's sure that she'll be ready, and she's sure that she can only accomplish it with Luna.