Safe Heaven

Chapter 14

Jessica bit her lips in frustration as she huddles herself closed to Kris. She throws a look at the person sitting across herself; how could she be so calm in a situation like this?

The 14 group of friends were ushered to Kris' manor this morning when Jessica found out dreadful news for her younger sister.

Kwon Haesun has stepped foot in Korea.

"How could you afford to be calm in this kind of situation?" Curiously, the elder peered into Krystal.

A small curve formed on the corner of her lips as she stood up to gaze over the tall french windows of the house. She runs a hand through her hair and says, "Dylan is coming, so is Newton."

"Who's Newton?" Sehun asks, again with the same jealous tone.

"Yea, who's Newton?" Jessica has never heard this name before, it was her first time hearing it.

"Best friend. After you left San Fransisco, I met Newton in London when I had a conference there and Mino in Prague when I had training."

"And you were ...?"

Krystal looks down onto her fingers and laughed. "12. I was only 12 years old."

Jessica kept quiet. Remorse filled in herself because she knew leaving home was not an option; look at what has become of Krystal now. Her poor Soojungie.

"So what's our next step?" Hesitantly, Suho asked. It was his job after all, as the leader of the 12.

"We gather your men, and I'll call my boys. Then we wait. We wait and see if he strikes first, but when does ... we will be ready."

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Training with the boys triggered Krystal's memories when she was back at SF. It felt nostalgic to spend hours fighting and dodging again, but her body didn't know what rest was and that amazed the EXO boys. Jessica laughs at their amazement.

"She can beat the whole troop of army if she wants."

"If?" Chen asks as he tries to dodge yet another kick from Krystal.

"Yeah, sometimes she just feel lazy so she'll just say nah and then sleep for the rest of the day." Jessica explains.

"Jesus!" Baekhyun exclaims as he heaves a sigh, too tired training with the blonde hair.

Krystal was deathly the moment when she switches on her fighting mode. She doesn't care for anyone and will not care because to fight is to survive. Her personal trainer once told her fighting was the most deathly kind of art, but it was art, and her most favorite art of all, because to fight is not only meant to beat your opponent with a few badass kicks you've learnt. To beat your opponent is to find their weakness and improvise yourself. That was what Krystal liked the most about fighting.

And also because she gets to kick some ass, of course.

"I'll do her next." Sehun leisurely says from the sofa as he whistles when he sees a punch thrown to Luhan's stomach.

"Sorry!" Krystal quickly says as she ducks a kick from Yixing, resulting the later to kick the goofy giant Chanyeol.

"Oops!" She laughs whole heartedly and blocks Xiumin's kick.

"Hey Jess, how about you help me a bit over here?" She teases her older sister as she knows how much Jessica hates seeing blood being shed.

"Over my dead body."

"Then get your ass up and do something."

"Sheesh, alright. I'll head for the guns."

"As if you're so great at that." Sarcastically, Krystal uttered.

"I heard that!"

Krystal drops onto the mat the moment she hears the timer beeps, followed by the rest of the boys. She smiles in satisfaction, when she doesn't feel any sore from fighting even after years of not doing so. She never rusts. That was all she could say. Being a Jung meant to never rust. That was what her father would say.

The rest of the boys left the room for a snack upstairs. Sehun gave Jongin a look from the sofa for him to leave to room and the elder snickers in reply. "Don't be too hard on her." Kai whispers and left the room, for the lovebirds to have their first ever fight. Sehun saunters over to the middle of the mat, looking over the girl the was napping rather peacefully. But he knew better than to trust that. He was known as the ruthless Oh Sehun in the underground after all, and he gained that title for a reason. Reaching out a finger to caress her face, he smirks when she grabs onto his hand and pulls him into a headlock position.

"Wanna bet?" He asks, that smirk never leaving his face.

"What is it?" Krystal inquires, interested.

"If I win, I get to kiss you whenever I want, but if you win, you'll get to kiss me whenever you want."

Krystal knitted her brows together. "What kind of bet is that? What good kissing you even do to me?"

Sehun grew alarmed when he  feels her headlock loosing. "How about we try that now?"

She blushed, madly.

Oh Sehun has found Krystal Jung's weakness.

He pulls her over him and pressed her onto the mat, enveloping a loud thud throughout the whole training room.

It was him.

And that look that was plastered across Krystal's face was gold.