#(ans.meme)

Send me a sentence for my muse’s reaction—

Send me a sentence for my muse’s reaction—

Send me a sentence for my muse’s reaction— 

Send me a sentence for my muse’s reaction—

    “I am not wearing that.” She paused, hearing the words comingfrom the man standing in front of her. “Eh?” She spoke dumbfounded at what sheheard. The clothing that she had brought over today from her escapades inshopping, the previous week were something unlike she had ever seen before. The shopkeeper, stated they were the latest fashion in America so she was more thanwilling to bring them over, to let him try. They were tight fitting long jeans,with a checker black collar shirt, with a partial jacket. “Come on try them on, itwon’t be too bad. I promise. I even have a similar outfit, so if you look badwe’ll both look bad together.” She laughed gently at her statement, hoping tosound convincing.

    With her schedules keeping her up way past midnight’ Krystal wasn’t able to get the appropriate amount of sleep. F(x) was now onbreak—she was busy with solo work without her members. Photoshoot’s,interviews, and so on and so forth. She never had time for a break, even lyingin bed had become a tedious job for her as of late. She missed the comfort ofher friends and family, the joking around, the all-around fun and pleasantmemories she had up till now made her smile.

    It was no joke that Krystal needed a breather—so she fiddledwith her cellphone scrolling through the messages she had missed from this pastweek. Suddenly, she stopped scrolling when she spotted an upsetting message.

[Text] Where are you? And why do you never tell me whereyou’re going?

    ‘Aigo’ she didn’t mean to be quiet recently, but she’d beenbusy having no time for herself let alone other people. Krystal clicked on themessage reading the stamp of the day it was sent. “2 days ago? Omo! I need toreply back!” She took a deep breath and began typing like her life depended onit.

    It had been a long and grueling afternoon, she had just finished performing on stage with her group mates at ‘SM Town Live World Tour’ it was now the closing ceremony, as always Krystal would skip the ending. Not because she was sick, but because she wanted to avoid the exposure as much as possible. With the events of her sister leaving Girls’ Generation she had not been able to properly talk with them. She didn’t hate them—oh no she understood the situation from both sides, however she didn’t want to pick a side out of respect to both of them.

    So she left, grabbing her cellphone and bag she made it out the door until her phone began to ring. She typed in her password, reading the contents of the message from a familiar name—

[Text] Give me one more chance.

    Krystal took a deep breath, there was no reason for her to say something like that. It was in the past now. No one’s at fault; but there is always a second chance. So Krystal typed gently on her keys, the words that came from her heart.

After a long day of schedules, she’d just settled down for the day and she finally grabbed a hold of the phone that usually accompanied her for the day. However, Krystal had forgotten it on a most important day and she held the gadget close to her heart, almost whispering how much she loved it. A text caught her eye and she squinted, making sure she had read that right.         [Text] I… think you sent that to the wrong person.     She scanned upwards, realising she’d sent a text meant for her group mate, Amber. Flustered, Krystal rushed to send something back to the sender, informing that they were right: the text was not meant for them. She regretted the heart and lovey dovey words that had accompanied said text, and was worried the sender would get the wrong idea. 

Krystal was worn out from her busy day of dance practicewhen she heard the familiar ring coming from her phone. She grabbed her bag,looking for the object in which the sound was coming from.

Naeun?

She opened the text, as she read the contents of the message her face went pale. ‘Bloodstains? Clothes? Is she hurt?’