Meet Peaches a sweet and innocent girl who spread her fluffy sparkles around, but not anymore. Because of Sean “Fucking Jerk” Harold Ouaou her fluffy aura vanished.
After taking away her precious virginity, he disappeared like a bubble.
I rlly hope Tao and Kris can get back on good terms and maybe be friends again…I dont think Kris harbours any hate towards his ex-members and tbh I am so ready for kristaohan to slay SM
Kris wakes up with a start to the sound of people shouting.
“Shut up Sehun! Do you want gege to wake up?”
“You friggen... you dropped a suitcase on my foot Taozi!”
“Shh. He’s moving.”
Kris grabs at the phone from under his pillow and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. This can’t be right. It’s 6am. He’s not supposed to wake up for another hour and he really really isn’t in the mood to deal with maknae shit right now. Pulling the covers over his head, he tries to block them out and go back to sleep, but it’s kind of hard with all the rustling and loud whispering.
“What is that???”
“I don’t even know. Quick give me the scissors.”
“Oh here’s that hideous hat.”
“Who travels with like 10 moisturizers. That’s just excessive.”
“Dude! Shut up! What are you doing? Stop taking pictures.”
“They photoshopped him onto farms.”
“Stop messing around. He’ll wake up soon.”
“Chill out. That’s the last one anyways.”
Exasperated, Kris pushes his blankets away, ready to give the maknaes a piece of his mind, but his words stop short at the sight in front of him. Sehun and Zitao are sitting on the floor on the other side of his hotel room throwing things out of his suitcase.
“What the hell are you two doing?”
Startled, the two turn to find Kris staring at them from his bed, bitch face at 100% full power. Sehun drops the pair of pants in his hands and puts on his best innocent face.
“Uhh nothing hyung. We’re just... we.. ummm”
Letting out a loud sigh, Kris turns his attention from Sehun to Zitao who looked like he’d been caught committing murder. Kris didn’t even know the boy’s eyes could get that big. Zitao was holding onto some clothes too and was that? Was that a pair of scissors?
“What are you doing with my shirt? Are those my..” Kris finally takes in the surroundings and notices that the floor around the two were strewn toiletries and clothes. Or at least what used to be clothes. Some of the items were shredded beyond recognition.
“My clothes!”
The boys jump to their feet as Kris gets out of bed and rushes over towards them. Sehun running forward to block his path as Zitao scrambles away from them.
“Hyung we can explain! This is for the better good!” Sehun yells as he hops around and waves his arms, trying his best to keep Kris back.
“You guys are dead! Taozi. Let go of that shirt this instant!” Kris shoves Sehun aside and runs towards Zitao, who drops his scissors and throws the shirt to Sehun just as Kris tackles him to the floor. The two of them struggle as Zitao tries to keep a hold of his leader the best he can and Kris tries to untangle himself by elbowing Zitao’s ribs.
“Hurry Sehun! Ouch! Gege that hurts!”
“Let go! You two are in so much trouble!”
Kris is about to bite into Zitao’s arm when he hears the horrible horrible sound of fabric ripping. Looking up he sees Sehun pulling his shirt apart at the seams and he lets out a shriek of horror. This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening to him. Zitao lets go as Sehun throws the shirt on the floor and runs for cover.
“You two... DO YOU KNOW HOW EXPENSIVE THESE CLOTHES ARE???”
It doesn’t matter that it’s 6am. It doesn’t matter that he’s dead tired. It doesn’t matter if he goes to jail. He’s going to kill the two of them if it’s the last thing he does.
“Gege please. These clothes are hideous! We had to! We’re doing this for you!” Sehun’s hiding behind Zitao, eyes wide with fear, but Zitao’s filled with righteous determination. They were just trying to protect their fellow member from his own horrible life choices. He needed an intervetion and this was it.
“I’m. going. to kill you.” Kris seethes as he gets back on his feet and walks slowly towards them while Sehun and Zitao inch away in the other direction.
Sehun squeaks pitifully. He’s too young to die. He just turned 20. He still has presents he hasn’t opened yet! Oh why. Why did he let Zitao drag him into this.
“Kris gege. The fans say you’re wearing ahjumma clothes. And no one wants to walk next to you in public!” Zitao explains as calmly as he can. Though he has to admit even he’s scared of the look in Kris’s eyes.
Sehun peeks up at Kris. “Hyung. People are making fun of you! It’s all over the message boards. We’re just trying to help.”
Sehun squeezes Zitao’s hand and all of a sudden the two of them are giving Kris the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen. This isn’t going to work on him. Not this time. Nope. The brats were going to get it. He’s not giving in. No way. No. Zitaos eyes water up just as Sehun’s lower lip begins to quiver.
“We just wanted to help hyung.”
Kris hates himself sometimes. Maybe he should just jump out the window and end his misery. With a loud sigh Kris gives up and slumps to the floor, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hand. Jumping out the window is just too much effort. Maybe he could drown himself in the bath tub. There’s movement next to him and then two pairs of hands are grabbing at his arms. Kris lets his hands fall from his face and finds the maknaes at his sides, looking up at him with those god damn wide eyes.
“Gege. Don’t be angry with us.” Zitao whispers as he scoots in closer, resting his head on Kris’s shoulder.
What was the point in fighting these two. He never wins. Damn brats.
“Did they really call me an ahjumma?”
Sehun lays his head in Kris’s lap, looking up at his hyung. “Yea hyung. Those outfits are really getting ridiculous. What were you thinking?”
The alarm goes off on the bed and Kris gets on his feet. It’s time to wake up. Running a hand through his hair, Kris surveys the mess in his hotel room. It’s a disaster. “What am i going to wear now?”
From the floor Zitao and Sehun exchange a glance before looking up at Kris, wearing identical smirks.
