Request: When you’re Kris’s little sister and Suho messed up your relationship by making you jealous and Kris has to step up and scold Suho for hurting you.

(A/N: Had to split this into two so it wasn’t a mile long). 

You weren’t the jealous type.

You found the emotion to be more than useless, falling into the same category as rage and hurt.

Somehow though you couldn’t help but be consumed with all three emotions right now.

You watched from afar as one of the coordi noonas was all over your boyfriend Suho. Worse than a dog drooling over a bone. You sat silently on one of the couches within the dressing room as the three emotions pulsated through you. You clenched your fist so tightly that you were sure your fingers would break any second now.

It was the curse of being an idol, to have girls flock to you whether you wanted it or not. Suho always assured you he saw no other than you, but at times like this you found it more and more difficult to believe him.

After all, you wouldn’t have even met him in the first place if your older brother wasn’t an idol too.

Wu Yifan, dubbed Kris was your older brother, as well as a fellow member of Suho’s group Exo. If it wasn’t through him, the pair of you would have never met. You’d like to think that fate would have brought the pair of you too together if the circumstances were different, but you knew better than to believe in such fairytales like that.

You were no better than any of the coordi noonas really. Infact, you were worse. You wasn’t as pretty or good looking as most of those who worked with your brothers group, nor did you have the experience in dating and life they did. You were just you, Kris’s little sister. A tag along.

Your thoughts and insecurities were really not helping how you felt right now.

The perfected face ran in the family.

You had more than mastered yours years ago, painting an emotionless expression as you sat in dorm waiting for the boys to return. That second part was a lie, you were waiting for eleven of the boys to return, minus one. It didn’t take a genius to guess who.

You were currently holding magazine, your eyes flickering from the page to the clock every half a minute or so.

You had been reading the same page over and over now, a perfume advert with a sampler that smelt dangerously close to toilet cleaner. Maybe this was the type of scent real women wore? What you should wear? You doubted you’d ever be able to do it. The scent offended your senses.

The clicking of a lock caught your attention, a moment later a stampede of males bursting through the door. All twelve of them. You let out a sigh.

“Noona we’re back” the rainbowed haired male, Sehun, chimed. You gave him a smile in an acknowledgement before going back to pretending to being engrossed into your magazine. You even turned the page.

”_____-ah, sorry we took so long” the one you didn’t want to see spoke. Your boyfriend, Suho. You didn’t bat an eyelid as he leaned over the back of the couch, pressing his lips to your temple. You heard ooo’s and ahhh’s from the other males, but you didn’t say a word. You simply ignored the feeling as it is was nothing more than the wind.

From your lack of response, Suho knew something was up. Normally you would wrap your arms around his neck and return the kiss. In return he would tell you to wait until later and the other males would make gagging noises and tell you to get a room. Not today.

You continued to ignore him, flicking the page of your magazine to the next pretending to read the text that was printed, even after he questioned what was wrong.

You couldn’t help but scoff a laugh.

What was wrong? Oh nothing. Nothing at all. You had only seen another woman all over your boyfriend like a nasty rash. You wouldn’t have been mad at him if it didn’t look like he didnt mind her doing so either. It was nothing.

“Nothing’s wrong, Joonmyun” you lied in a overly sugary sweet voice. You practically gave yourself away by using his real name, cursing at yourself a moment after the word left your mouth.

You saw Suho open his mouth, as if to speak again before the pair of you were interrupted.

“Hyung, can you help me get this off?” a voice so deep you knew it could only be Chanyeol, currently trying to remove a jersey from over his head.

You sent a silent thanks to the happy virus for escape.

It was pathetic for someone of your age to be home on a Saturday night.

Most other females of your age range were out at bars and nightclubs, drinking and dancing with strangers they didn’t know. You could have been one of those girls, if you had any other connections in Seoul besides your brother and his group mates.

You really were pathetic in some ways. You needed friends.

“So are you seeing Suho tonight?” your said brother, Kris, asked. You internally scoffed at the sound of your boyfriends name.

You would have been alone this evening if it wasnt for Kris. You wanted to be alone. You practically demanded he left you. It didn’t work. Stubbornness was another trait in your family.

“No, i’m not” you stated in response. You had no idea why Kris was asking. You didn’t care either. You pulled yourself up from your couch and padding into your kitchen, retrieving the liter tub of vanilla ice cream you had picked up from the convenience store on the way back to your own apartment.

“Did something happen between the two of you?” he went on to question once you returned back into your living room, taking your original seat on the couch opposite him. You peeled the lid off the tub of ice cream, your eyes practically sparkling seeing it’s smooth and creamy appearance.

“What makes you think that?” you replied, before diving in with your spoon. You wasn’t drowning your sorrows with ice cream. You wasn’t. Thats what you told yourself anyway as you marveled in its taste.

Kris knew you better though, as much as you could deny it to yourself, Knew knew. He,responded with “because you’re eating ice cream”. Crap. You were caught.

“Dont you have idol stuff to do or a tea party with your precious Ace to attend to?” you mocked him, firming your eyebrows together as you continued to bury all of your emotions with the frozen substances.

If you ate enough, maybe they’d help you forget how miserable you were. Bite after bite. Spoonful are spoonful. It didn’t work. The emotions still remained, though you were starting to go a little numb. You’d take what you could get.

If anyone knew you  better than even yourself it was Kris. 

You couldn’t mentally or physically hide anything for him. Really. He always found out . You had no idea how and but it was damn annoying. 

Kris knew you better than you knew yourself, just how he knew you and Suho were having problems. 

Out of the boys, Joonmyun was the only one Kris would even allow to give his sister a second glance. That was after a long time of convincing too. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the other boys … it was that he didn’t trust them with his younger sister. 

Heck, if he could lock her up in a tower away from everyone he could. You couldn’t blame him for being protective. 

“You need to apologize” it was Kris who spoke first after pulling Suho into the kitchen away from the prying ears of the other members. It was bad enough Kris was having to scold Suho for upsetting his younger sister, he didn’t want the other members involved too. 

“I’m sorry?” Suho responded in question, confusion written across his face. 

“Not to me, to ______” he hissed back in response, trying his best to keep his voice low.

“What have I done?” 

“I dont know but its obvious somethings wrong, so go fix it” was the last thing Kris said before ending the conversation by leaving the room.

Quite frankly, he had too before he lost his temper and said something he might regret to the other leader. Kris had his patience, he had to being a leader of 5 other boys, but even he had his limits.