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( draft sms → krys ) 10:46 PM
i wish i could be a sisterly figure in your life, but i don’t know anywhere to start.
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( draft sms → krys ) 10:46 PM
i wish i could be a sisterly figure in your life, but i don’t know anywhere to start.
"It’s your fault."
"I didn’t know it was going to be that big of explosion" he replied, his ears still slightly ringing from being so close to the area. They may have come up with an idea to bomb one of the headquarters that was a known meeting place for the corrupt cops of the city to get together. Only they miscalculated the amount of time they had to get out of there before it went off. Needless to say they nearly got barbecued and Krystal was none too pleased with having her hair singed. That was something Leo got to avoid since he’d cut his "jesus hair" but he got a few burns to make up for it.
"Just be glad we’re still alive unlike them" he added.
"I don’t think it’s love…"
au in which krystal is in an abusive relationship
( / howon places a mug of barley tea in krystal’s hands. his fingers brush past hers, and he finds that her skin is cold, fragile, paper thin. she’s freezing, she’s frozen. he sits down across from her and is silent, staring down at the floor and then flicking his eyes back upwards towards her face, makes sure she’s still breathing, makes sure the purple flowers blooming on her arms, around her left eye aren’t growing. )
.. it isn’t.( / he clenches his jaw. unclenches. )love, i mean. it isn’t love.
( / howon scoots himself closer to her until their knees are touching and hopes to convey something without having to use words. he’s never really been good with words, with comfort, with this sort of thing— healing.he cautiously brushes his thumb against the ring around her eye.she flinches. )
you—
( / he falters. )
( / after a pause, knocks their foreheads together. )
you— deserve better.
you deserve love.
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24. Bake a cake.
Upon unfolding the paper star, Sulli scowled right after reading its contents. Showing the challenge to her friend, both of them sighed.
"It should be blue."
"No, I say pink!"
"Blue."
Without a glance, Sulli just continued on to drop the blue food coloring onto the icing they were making. Krystal sighed at her stubborn friend and just checked the cake in the stove.
"Uh… Sulli," Krystal murmured.
Eyes focused on the icing, Sulli responded with, “Hm?”
"Is there supposed to be smoke inside? I mean it’s cooking so it should have smoke," Krystal said, hands stopped midair above the stove’s handle.
Abandoning the mixing utensil on the icing, Sulli went beside Krystal and her eyes searched the buttons of the stove to turn off the cooking machine. Slowly approaching the handle, Sulli opened it to release the smoke hiding in the stove, gray clouds and burnt smell puffed toward their faces.
Exasperated looks were exchanged between the two as they both sighed.
One glance at her dirty apron, Sulli showed Krystal and embarrassed smile and said, “I guess… baking isn’t one we should deal with. Maybe another bucket list?”
"Yeah, good idea." Krystal agreed.