Reblog — The Royal Treatment | Krystal & Jiyong
Krystal let out a laugh, nodding her head as she had heard his question. “I have to. It has always been my name for you, Jiyong-ah. Hasn’t it?” She had always enjoyed calling him by that. Princess Jiyong. Although it seemed like they were too old for it. She smiled at him and pulled her hand away to cross her arms. A pout came out of her lips when she had felt him messing up her hair. Reaching out for it, she had straightened it back to its proper place. She didn’t like it that way. Perfection was something she had always looked for. Hopefully, for some she did look just as good as she hoped she would.
“And you haven’t changed… at all.” He smiles softly at her as she pulled his hand away and wore a cute pout that reminded him greatly of Yoona. Again.. thinking of her, he mentally shakes his head and reached out to help her fix her hair. He admires how the younger coped with the separation from her family and sometimes, hate how she acts strong. Maybe the memories he left to the younger wasn’t all too pleasant and… oppa like. So he wants her to know how much he’s changed and that he’ll even be able to fight anyone who picks on her.
Indeed it has been too long since they last talked, well not as long as how Yoona and him haven’t talked to each other. Jiyong sent her messages once in a while when Yoona disappeared from his life. Remembering how the three of them, as kids, promised to be together forever and ever and ever. He chuckles at how silly they used to be, and now, all this complicated feelings Yoona and he has. Jiyong didn’t have plans to tell Soojung, it wasn’t a good idea, he thinks. “I tried to send a message sometime back, but for some reason it keeps giving me a dead line.” Shrugging he glances at the door behind her, looking for any signs of Yoona. Then back to the younger, “We can get ya clothes… if ya want.” he suggests, not wanting her to stay in uncomfortable clothes. Though he had gone there looking for Yoona, spending time with Soojung wasn’t all too bad as well.
Jiyong follows her and walks behind her to see what she had painted, then he chuckles at her words, “A prince?” He laughs only louder at that thought. “Now where’d ya get that idea?” Again he had the urge to mess up the kids hair but holds back not wanting to upset her.