Hey, Lolita, Hey
Description
She would cough up her lungs at 27, insides stained tar black as her nails, less sheen. Death would turn her into mineral and amethyst. There were no flowery words that could justify, correct nor fantasize her life into a narrative of shimmering haze. Too bad that was the way Krystal liked it, and if it was Krystal, she'd have her way.
At least her eyeliner would be perfect.
Foreword
does anyone ever notice that i always write krystal like this? lolita/lana del rey/krystal is my head-canon. that teaser art film only enhanced it. also, i love my jungli, as you can tell. written for douc! i'm relatively new to the exo members (but i do think they're pretty cool), and i know squat about taemin, so sorry for butchering up your otps, bb!
&+ here's a fanmix
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