Cherry Lips ฯ|· EXO & f(x) Kaistal ·|

Before the Cherry Lips

Bluewing's Rants: With an Edited version of this story, just because my imagination was going nowhere —5H song starts playing in the background— so the only way out of my writer's block was to change my OC for a much more imagination-bound character and that is my second bias in f(x), Krystal Jung because she is plain lovely and before this whole incident with Kai, who I'm a bit mad at, just made me fangirl when she interacted with Amber [Llama Girl fan here~ Kryber shipper too!] and also because she is too perfect, sister included of course. I just tought she was perfect to be paired up with JongIn way more than HyunA, who is my main female character for most of my stories where there is an het couple.

I know that my only worry should be updating my very first story [Memories of Your Body - EunHae] (simply bold advertising, lol), instead of being writing another one *sighs* BUT, this cute baby came to me while I was trying to put some make up on my friend Yul, I had this Blood Red shade of lipstick, while listening to Deep Breath, and as it was slowly killing me... I got this pop up idea and I couldn't wait anymore to write about the somewhat risky idea of Kai admiring red lips... because, who doesn't enjoy seeing RED on lips? I know I do.

—she is obsessed with Kim HyunAh—

Well, now on the story!

Prologue

JongIn's P.O.V.

Let's start this, all I know is that eomma rented the flat next to mine to some foreign person.

They say it's a transfer teacher. I hope that person isn't so damn noisy or I swear I will have them kicked out of here. I just can't stand people who apparently enjoy disturbing other people's peace.

If eomma doesn't do it, I'm going to do it myself.

I hope it's a middle aged ahjussi.

~ Later that same day...

I was trying to finish this week's Foreign Language assignment. This thing is too damn difficult. I curse the people who dared to put this in the schedule.

Who on Earth would choose AmericanHistrory as a course? That'd be me, who thought it would be way easier than the others.

That eventually backfired on me, because it was the most difficult course amongst the others. Curse myself once again. I should've done some research before picking it.

Now, there's no apparent escape. Do I have to resign myself to my own choice? Surely not at all. That's why I have Suho-hyung. He's really good at foreign history.

Note for later: Got to call him for help.

—Jonginnie, adeul-ah, come down please—, eomma was calling for me from downstairs. Maybe she has made her famous pineapple tart and wants me to deliver it to the halmeoni from second floor.

So I put a hoodie and sneakers on before heading down.

It's always the same. Every Thursday, eomma makes two tarts, one for us and one for the old lady from third floor, I would take it there and then halmeoni would give me some lasagna with whatever filling that she has put into it, in exchange for the tart.

Here we go again... —Yes, eomma? I wish this week's lasagna is with mushrooms and cheese— I said without waiting for her to face me properly.

She turned to look at me laughing. But what I found was weird and kind of different from what I was expecting. There were three tarts. Two were normal, the last one was the odd one. For whom was the third?

With a smile on her face she told me —Adeul, please take this to apartment 304.— 304? That's right next to mine. Could it be...

—She has just arrived and I'm giving this as a welcoming gift.— eomma told me as fast as she could, giving me the intrincatedly enveloped... Strawberries tart?

—...Eomma, this isn't pineapple— I said as "matter-of-factly" as possible.

—I know,— was the simple response she gave me, but soon she continued —Krystal told me she is allergic to pineapple, so I made hers with cherries instead— ...oh, so that's why. Must be some old lady with weird-ass glasses who always gets sick.

I mean, who in Assiah is allergic to freaking pineapple?

—Yeah, I'm taking it the...— eomma stopped me from completely dragging the packed tart from the table and from moving elsewhere... This is even weirder, but oh well.

—Anything wrong eomma?— I just let the question that had been in my head for a couple minutes out.
She seemed surprised for a while. She examined me with a glare that could make sharingan-bearers ashamed.

—Are you thinking on going to meet our newest exchange client and make her disgusted by the looks of you?— her look told me everything, eomma disliked my make-do outfit, heh.
It isn't as if I were going on a date, but she worried people may take the wrong impression about me.

I sighed inwardly, —Don't worry, I'll go change my clothes— as soon as I finished my apology a smile creeped back on my eomma's face. A mischievous one that didn't go unnoticed by me.

—My son is so handsome!— she literally squealed in my right ear while huging me and then pinched my cheeks, not so painfully.

I just smiled at her looking a bit pained.

—Put on something nice...— she giggled, making things weirder than they already were in my head. Mrs. Kim is up to something, and that's odd enough to be suspicious, were the remaining thoughts in JongIn's head.

With a shrug he just headed to his bedroom.

Bluewing's Rants: Prologue out now! Haha, I feel like I've achieved so much just by posting this part the same day that I started writing this story! (Or so I think, lol)

Feel free to tell me anything about this fanfic, if I should continue this or whatever comment about it.
Also! Did any of you get my references throughout the story?

If you did so... LET'S BE FRIENDS FOREVER, okay no, well yeah, so... Leave a comment where the freaking reference is! It would make me happy... If you care!

See you in the next update!
xBluewing.