Park Chanyeol

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[chanyeolcv-blog]

Mellow Yellow, Dead Red

[rytaria-blog]

The suggestion to shock-collar him was on her tongue, though it never escaping her lips didn’t make much of a difference in the end– he was still invaded in her head, leaving all her rebuttals as open as if she lacked a filter to say it.

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Chanyeol just stared forward at the witch unimpressed with the comparison and fighting with every ounce of strength not to reach out and snap her delicate finger as she pointed it towards him. If anything, Chanyeol was obviously Cujo. Sure, he still died at the end, but at least he had a good time.

He’d hold her tongue when he ripped it out of her throat. “With what magic?” He challenged cocking an eyebrow. “I’ve felt your frustration every time one of your spells has failed over the last few days. I think we both know,” he sneered, repeating her words, “that you’re useless against me without it. I could tear you to pieces with my bare hands.” Not quite a threat but a fact. Chanyeol had sheer size and strength on his side -not to mention years of fighting experience- a tiny girl was hardly something he was concerned with no matter how savvy she thought she was.

“You mean the junkie with Stockholm Syndrome? How charming. I didn’t realize you were so ambitious,” he deadpanned. He wished he could feel even an ounce of her amusement in attempt to calm down the red building up behind his eyes, but his voice had always been the loudest in the room, so he didn’t know why he thought the inside of his head would be any different. He rolled his eyes as she tried to make it seem as if Chanyeol was the one being unreasonable. Granted, he was unreasonable most of the time but wanting to get this shit in control isn’t one of those times.

“If you’d just get over yourself for one fucking second and try to do something other than complaining maybe you’d be able to learn how to keep me out,” he snarled digging his teeth into the insides of his cheek. Lord knew Chanyeol couldn’t keep himself in even if he tried, but that was beside the point; if she wanted him out she’d have to fucking figure it out.

The familiar let a sharp bark of laughter at the suggestion. He was made of adrenaline and rage, callused knuckles and broken bones; he was an unstoppable force with two fists, and it would take more than a fucking witch and a forced bond to change him. Violence was written in his DNA. “Why?” He asked tilting his head in a perfectly condescending motion. “Does it bother you to see and feel real power? Imagine picking fights with people your own size and not having to play with knives or magic to win. If you were half the witch you think you are, we would have been done with this days ago.”

His patience was wearing thin, to say the least, and he had never hit a girl before, but he was slowly inching closer and closer at this point.  

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Run on Gasoline

[seulgicv-blog]

"Throw him down the stairs.”  And then she waited, with interest, to see if he would be a good dog for her and do as he was told. If he did, well, she might just be intrigued. 

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Chanyeol mirrored her expression cocking an eyebrow back at the witch. “I find it very hard to believe you don’t know the meaning of the word want, Seulgi,” he smirked. They weren’t close, but he knew her better than that, and he liked to think that she knew him well enough to know that Chanyeol hardly needed a push, sometimes he pushed others just for the hell of it. Chanyeol shrugged not at all bothered by the fact. “I’m a tipsy mentally unstable familiar with violent tendencies, what can you do?” he joked, kind of.

He watched her curiously out of the corner of his eye as he continued to smooth invisible wrinkles out of the boy’s shirt as she mulled over her options before a pretty grin took over her face, and she said the exact words he had been hoping to hear.  "Yes, ma'am." With a wide, delighted smile, he balled one fist in the boy's shirt while drawing the other back to land a punch square on his jaw. The sting of the impact shot up his knuckles and into his wrist, and there was something inexplicably familiar and comforting in the pain. The boy swayed dangerously on his feet being held up more by Chanyeol’s death grip than his own two feet at this point, but Chanyeol opted for one more hit for good measure before dragging him towards the staircase.

Chanyeol flexed his hand a few time working out the tenderness before opening the door and propping it open with his foot. “You really should have just apologized in the first place,” he sighed, ignoring the frantically mumbled pleas for forgiveness. The feeling of clammy hands tightening around his wrist and hand sent an unexpected flare of anger through the familiar. “Let go before I break your fingers,” he seethed carefully pronouncing each word. The tone of his voice left nothing up for interpretation; Chanyeol rarely made hollow threats. The second he loosened his grip Chanyeol was shoving him backwards down the flight of stairs watching blankly as he tumbled down the steps almost catching himself a few times but never quite managing to. The boy coughed rolling onto his side when he hit the landing. You have to breathe to cough; he'd be fine.

“Oh no,” he deadpanned looking over at Seulgi with a look of mock concern. “He tripped.” He watched her carefully trying to gauge her reaction. In Chanyeol’s experience, almost everyone liked the idea of someone being willing to hurt someone on their behalf, but when they were actually faced with it, many tended to shy away. For some reason, he couldn’t imagine Seulgi being upset by it. “I guess that was technically more of a push than a throw,” he mused moving his foot to let the door fall shut, no longer interested in the boy now that he’d had his fun. “You’ll have to forgive me; I’ve never been very good at following instructions.”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Juxtapose

[cvjongin-blog]

He laughed, chuckling deep in the back of his throat as he tousled his hand through his hair and scrunched his nose. “What about you. Tell me more about the poor saps who had to deal with you as a kid. I bet you were fucking terror.”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

The sound of Jongin almost openly laughing at something Chanyeol said but not quite letting himself sent an unexpected flare of frustration through the familiar. He had heard Jongin’s laugh plenty of times when he was with Taemin it was loud and free and downright dorky, and the fact that Chanyeol was being denied of it when he was the cause didn’t sit well with him at all. Still, even if it lasted only a few seconds, Chanyeol couldn’t help but be afraid that the image of Jongin smiling so genuinely at him with bright, crescent eyes and his nose wrinkling as he laughed would be burned somewhere in the back of his mind forever as a constant reminder of just how infuriatingly perfect he was.

“Please,” he deadpanned fixing Jongin with a lecherous smirk that was not for the faint of heart. “We both know that I’d be the one doing the fucking.” He tried not to linger on the thought, but Chanyeol’s mind seemed to short circuit for a moment as it tried to process the sincerity in Jongin’s voice and the delicious tidbit of information. He could imagine it all too well. Thankfully, the subject of Jongin’s parents stopped Chanyeol’s mind from traveling any further down that road. He could see them perfectly, a sailor singing songs to a young Jongin to whisk him off to sleep while a kind woman who smelled like fresh flowers lingered in the doorway resisting the urge to chastise him for letting the boy stay up past his bedtime; They were right out of a goddamn fairy tale, and Chanyeol wanted to puke.

Chanyeol let out a short laugh slipping off his snapback to run his fingers through his hair before placing it back on his head. “I’m pretty sure they were mass murders or something in a past life to end up stuck with me. I was a nightmare,” he confirmed with a small shrug. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve mellowed out a lot since I got here?” It was hard to believe with his current track record, but it was the truth. Before the headmistress hunted him down, Chanyeol would go from zero to a thousand in an instant, but now he was down to a steady eight hundred he’d say. Improvement was improvement, and he’d take it. “They’re nice people, I guess. They tried their best, but they just didn’t know what to do.” His voice sounded awkward even to himself as he struggled to find anything to say about his parents. They weren’t good or bad they were just there, and the fact that Chanyeol hadn’t heard from or spoken to them in years didn’t exactly help. “My mom used to make really good breakfast,” he offered weakly, it was something, at least.

Danger Prompt:  Perhaps it’s time to start listening to the Supreme, you think desperately, when the lights suddenly flash incredibly brightly and with a series of pops and hisses and sparks promptly plunge you into deep darkness. In fact, it seems almost too dark - wasn’t the sun up outside the windows just a moment ago? Or at least the moon was out, but suddenly now you find yourself in the kind of darkness that seems almost impossible, the windows nearest you revealing only an inky picture of navy and black. All at once the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as an otherworldly whine echoes around you, goosebumps erupting over your skin. You are dowsed suddenly in a bone chilling cold, teeth chattering and breath visible in the air. What was it the Supreme had said in her warning - that the barriers between this world and the spirit world were weakened now? It seems suddenly, terribly plausible as you hear a crash in the distance, followed by a long, low sound that seems somewhere between a moan and a howl and is most certainly inhuman. You make your way to the nearest door only to find that its locked and, on top of that, no amount of muscle or spell work is getting it open!

A loud buzzing sound saved him from having to scrounge together anything more to say about his parents. Just as he was about to question it aloud, the lightbulbs overhead surged filling the room with light before fizzling out completely in a sea of sparks causing Chanyeol to scoot away from the table with a loud, colorful string of curses. “Did you purposefully pick the shittiest room in the library, or do you just have really horrible taste?” He scoffed looking towards where he had last seen Jongin before the room went dark resisting the instinct to ask Jongin if he was okay. His eyes were slowly beginning to adjust to the darkness when a loud whine echoed through the room causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end as his mind began reeling.

“What the fuck was that?”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Mellow Yellow, Dead Red

[rytaria-blog]

 “There’s gotta be something else. I don’t play mind games, and especially not shit like this. Do something else. Something useful.”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Chanyeol had liked Hyuna before all this. They’d had an alliance of sorts, a mutual respect for sure, but the longer she stayed inside his head with her frustration feeding into his making him feel as if he would somehow collapse and explode all at once the more he found himself wanting to get as far from her as possible and never look back.

By the time she was done speaking, he wanted to throttle her, and he made sure that she got the picture loud and clear and multiple times out of spite. “You don’t play mind games?” He echoed, cocking an eyebrow and trying his hardest to stay at least somewhat calm and failing miserably. “What the fuck do you think a bond is?” He hissed through gritted teeth. He mirrored her posture bringing his fingers to his temples, but instead of rubbing gentle circles, he pushed with enough force to bruise as he desperately tried to ease the ache in his mind.

He couldn’t take this for much longer. If the headmistress didn’t get this shit sorted out soon Chanyeol was going to lose his mind or end up in prison for murder…which would actually end the bond now that he thought about it. He squeezed his eyes shut banishing the thought as quickly as it came. He wasn’t going to murder Hyuna --probably. He had often thought of the bonding process in a mostly positive light secretly liking the idea of sharing himself completely with someone and them doing the same in return, but only after a short time spent forcibly bonded, he was seriously reconsidering his position on the topic.

“If you’re so brilliant, what do you think we should do?” He asked with a challenging look in his eyes as he dropped his hands leaving small red marks in their place. Whatever, he’d heal before any bruises showed up, but the same couldn’t be said about everyone else he had laid his hands on that day. He had been tiptoeing a fine line between somewhat okay and pure rage since he had woken up and found someone else's thoughts invading his mind and had been even more quick to turn to violence than before -which was slightly horrifying- resulting in several new patients in the infirmary with his name listed under the cause.

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Fox and the Hound

[cvyoongi-blog]

“Did you get bonded too?”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Chanyeol fought back his first laugh since this whole bonding thing started when Yoongi peeked up at him from under his beanie. He was even farther gone that Chanyeol had thought. “Yeah, I’m here,” he answered moving to plop down beside him unceremoniously. His legs should have begun to feel like jelly hours ago, but the familiar felt infuriatingly fine.

“Here?” Chanyeol clarified, poking Yoongi in the cheek. “When you sober up, I’m going to teach you how to fight. You don’t knock someone out by hitting them in the cheek,” he insisted with a fond smile patting the familiar on the cheek a bit harder than intended. God, it was like being a kid all over again in the absolute worst way. He didn’t know his own strength or limits anymore, not that limits were much of a concern to him before this mess, but still, it was the principle. “Even if I wanted to, I don’t know if I’d be able to stop,” he quietly admitted searching around for whatever it was Yoongi had been drinking only to let out a pleased hum when he located the flask beside him.

He downed the rest without a single thought or permission, but unfortunately, there wasn’t nearly enough in the flask for Chanyeol’s taste or the dull murmur of Hyuna’s thoughts and emotions lingering somewhere deep in the back of Chanyeol’s mind. My Taemin. He sat up a bit straighter pleased at the thought of him being considered Chanyeol’s until the reality of Yoongi’s situation set in. “Both of them?” He asked, eyebrows raising high enough to disappear behind his damp bangs. Chanyeol was fond of both witches, to say the least, but just being in the same room with them together could be overwhelming, so he could only imagine what sharing a bond with them would be like. “I am so sorry.” He rested his hand on top of Yoongi’s head giving it a comforting squeeze, genuine sympathy shining in his eyes. No wonder he was drunk. Chanyeol would have run off a cliff if he had to deal with those two in his head.

“Hyuna,” he answered simply when the little ball of despair beside him spoke again. “I’ve gotten into five fights today,” he mumbled, glancing down at his busted knuckles. It was a new personal record, but no one was all that pleased, especially not Chanyeol. “Someone bumped into her in the hall and pissed her off. I was all the way across campus, I had no idea, but next thing I knew I was being pulled off some guy who didn’t do a damn thing, and another guy just looked at me, and I fucking lost it,” he sighed. It wasn’t often Chanyeol felt bad about a fight, but the bond was bringing about all kinds of unique experiences apparently. 

A thought suddenly occurred to him, and it was hardly the time or the place, but self-restraint wasn’t exactly a part of Chanyeol’s skill set. 

“Hey, does Taemin ever think about me?”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Fire Meets Gasoline

[cvtaemin-blog]

“That sounds more like a personal problem to me, Chanyeol.” he hummed out sweet, finally let the string unravel from around his finger, shifted and dragged Chanyeol’s arm underneath his head so he could use it as a stand in pillow instead.

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Chanyeol blinked over at Taemin doing nothing to fight the small smile creeping across his lips as he paused to admire the absolute sincerity in his words. It was the absolute truth as far as Taemin was concerned, and somewhere along the line Chanyeol had become so twisted and wrapped up around Taemin’s little fingers that he agreed. “How could I ever forget?” He mused with a quiet laugh moving his hand to gently cover Taemin’s around his hoodie string. They were so small compared to his, but they knew every string to pull and button to push to put Chanyeol exactly where he wanted him. In the back of his mind, he knew that he would barely have to move a muscle to have the bones cracking and shifting out of place beneath his palm, but instead, he ran his thumb across the skin of Taemin’s knuckles silently marveling at how soft the skin was. Chanyeol couldn’t remember a time when his hands were raw or callused from years of violence.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Chanyeol hummed cocking an eyebrow, ignoring the fact that Taemin was right again. “Just imagine me begging. I could get down on my knees and everything. We’ll finally be the same height,” he teased, eyes sparkling. He did have a point, though, maybe persuading wasn’t the right word for what Chanyeol did to bend people to his will, but whatever, it worked. He let out a snort sending Taemin a disbelieving look. “What are you talking about? Everyone does what I say except for you,” he insisted reaching up the hand that wasn’t idly rubbing Taemin’s up to gently flick him on the forehead -well, gently for Chanyeol, at least.

If Chanyeol was Achilles, he knew exactly where his heel was. The familiar had absolutely no doubt that his fondness for the witch across from him would be his downfall one day. “Achilles was pretty lucky up until the end,” he quipped, unable to stop himself. “It took a god to stop him.” He wanted to insist that Taemin had never even come close destruction like Chanyeol, that he would level the entire planet if Taemin asked, but the point seemed null, it always was when he found himself being compared to Jongin. They had so much in common, but the things that set them apart where colossal. He wanted to say that he could be lucky for Taemin, that he could do whatever Jongin did and do it a thousand times better, but when it came to it, as much as it killed him to say, Jongin had him beat. Jongin was like a puppy in a park on a summers day playing catch while Chanyeol was pacing behind a chain link fence that you prayed wouldn’t give out. How could he compete with that? “You don’t need luck if you have me. I can make anything you want happen without it.” His voice was slightly sharper than before, and no amount of willing it away seemed to help, but what was the point of trying to hide his jealousy when that was what Taemin had undoubtedly been hoping for all along?

He watched as Taemin wrapped the hoodie string around his finger with a quiet smile, not even his clothes stood a chance against Taemin. Chanyeol let out a snort leaning back away from the witch to send him a look of disbelief. He was changing his name to the shit emoji asap. “Who do you think you’re fooling? You love my dick,” he argued resisting the urge to roll his eyes. They both new good and well that if Chanyeol wasn’t bringing something pretty spectacular to the table, Taemin wouldn’t have let him back into his bed ever again. “If anything, I’m a poster boy for the big hands and big dick theory, the feet are just extra,” he said, pressing the palm of his hand against Taemin’s face and covering it. He was such a little shit, why did Chanyeol even like him?

Almost as if answering the thought, Taemin moved Chanyeol’s arm to use as a pillow, and without a second of hesitation, Chanyeol let him move him as he pleased. It was moments like this when Taemin was soft and warm by his side that made Chanyeol’s chest give an odd twinge -he really didn’t want to dwell on the fact that the unrelenting cruelty he could dish out also gave him similar feelings- but Chanyeol would always get another word in, even if it meant ruining the moment. “I think you’re the one we need to worry about,” he teased picking up Taemin’s arm by the wrist and wiggling his hand between them. “That’s got to be rough, buddy.”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Run on Gasoline

[seulgicv-blog]

“Well, I’d been threatening to burn off the greaseball that is the mess of a mop that he calls hair, but I guess you’ve made the threat obsolete.” she drawls in return, brow arching sort of amused as the other beamed dimpled down at her. “Am I supposed to suck your dick for defending me or something, because its really only hot if you actually lay him out, otherwise I’m just annoyed you’re fighting my battles.” The retort is blunt, crude, but ultimately playful and well-meaning, evidenced in the hint of smirk that is hidden when she brings the newly filled cup to her lips.

[chanyeolcv-blog]

“I don’t think it’s obsolete,” he mused, sparing the male in his clutches a quick glance. He was kind of greasy now that she mentioned it. How unfortunate. “Getting your ass kicked by me doesn’t carry the quite the same shame as singed eyebrows and third-degree burns. Imagine explaining that one to the school nurse.” He was sure she had heard enough of Chanyeol’s name by now to not think anything of it, but being scorched by Seulgi while drunk at a party might raise a few questions.

His deep laugh was loud enough to easily be heard over the music, drawing much more curiosity from those around them than the sound of him threatening to rip someone's head off had. “I mean, if you really want to, I won’t stop you,” he grinned, traces of laughter still mingling with his voice. He could see why Taemin liked her so much. They both had the same sharp tongues and glittering eyes that let you know they were already three steps ahead and just leaving a minefield of broken hearts in their wake. “Don’t take it too personally, though. I never turn down a blowjob, and I’m just drunk enough to want to break things. You just presented me with the perfect opportunity,” he insisted, flashing her a wink. It was all technically true, though. And maybe it was the alcohol mingling with his bloodstream or the fact that Chanyeol had never been very good at watching where he stepped, but he couldn’t help but feel an inkling of fondness for the witch beginning to set in. He’d be more than happy to kick someone’s ass on her behalf, whether she wanted him to or not.

The familiar’s eyes lit up as an idea occurred to him. “I could throw him down the stairs,” he suggested nodding his head towards the door behind her leading down back into the building. The boy in his clutches began to struggle in earnest now earning him a harsh look and what someone could make a compelling argument was a straight up growl. It was only one flight of stairs, man up. “He’s still probably drunk enough to survive the fall with nothing more than a few bumps and bruises. Unless I’ve scared him sober, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he shrugged, not at all bothered by the prospect of potentially maiming a guy; he’d done worse for less.

“But you do have a point, it is your battle, so I’ll let you decide.” He hummed turning his attention back to the boy, letting go of his shirt to gently smooth out the wrinkles in the fabric against his chest with his palms, fully confident that if he even thought about running and trying to spoil their fun that Chanyeol could have him on the ground in seconds. “Just say the word.”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Mellow Yellow, Dead Red

This was fine. They could totally do this. Definitely. Chanyeol had never been a particularly successful liar, always opting for harsh realities over sugar-coated half-truths, but even to him, the quiet mantra flowing through his mind sounded weak as hell. This is only temporary, he mentally reminded himself…and maybe Hyuna too; he couldn’t be positive these days. He sat up a bit straighter and squared his shoulders as if it would help him focus his attention on the task at hand.

“Just-” He paused, letting his eyes fall shut for a few seconds as he let out a slow, steady breath willing himself to stay calm. The last thing they needed was to fight right now. “Let’s try it again. I’ll think of a color, and you try to…hear it, or whatever.” He quickly glanced around them searching for something other than green. His eyes landed on a small yellow flower -probably a weed judging by the state of the place- that had somehow defied the odds and managed to fight its way up through the boards of the cottage’s decaying porch stretching towards the sun.

Yellow, he thought in what he hoped was a loud, clear voice locking eyes with Hyuna as if he was trying to see into her soul. He supposed it wasn’t technically all that far off. Chanyeol repeated the word over and over in his mind carefully pouring over each syllable as he tried to push the thought from his head to the witch sitting across from him.  

@hyunacv

[fyeah-chanyeol]

© jiong [x] [x]

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Juxtapose

[cvjongin-blog]

He glanced up, somewhat surprised by the question, nearly suspicious as the seeming lack of vitriol. “Yeah, my dad was. Mom’s a witch.” he replied, blinked quick, glancing over the other. “Yours?”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

“Rude,” Chanyeol chastised as if he had room to talk. He couldn’t blame Jongin; it wasn’t as if Chanyeol ever gave him a reason to think highly of him. If anything, all he did was antagonize him, but that was just the nature of Chanyeol’s beast. He was like a kid pulling pigtails on the playground. That’s how you knew he liked you. Not that he liked Jongin, of course. He had often imagined what life would be like in a Jongin free Baridegi, and the general consensus was that it would be ideal, at least for Chanyeol.

Chanyeol didn’t care for the way Taemin’s name passed through Jongin’s lips so easy and familiar. He couldn’t argue with his logic, though. Chanyeol was painfully aware of the fact that he would probably end up somehow breaking the witch on accident one of these days. “You’re hardly Taemin,” he deadpanned. “He’s much sturdier than he looks.” And there was an underlying cruelty to Taemin that Jongin would never be able to manage. He was just too kind, too soft, and it made Chanyeol more irritated than he’d care to admit. He’d seen Jongin in their physical training class, and he was good. He could only imagine what he would be capable of if only he had a fraction of Chanyeol’s spite running through his veins. He despised the steady warmth from Jongin’s palm and the blinding smile he flashed him as he passed. “Well, if you ever change your mind, I would be more than happy to.”

He watched Jongin’s back as he walked passed by with the unexplainable kind of grace you were born with, the kind someone like Chanyeol could never quite learn. “Oh, I know,” Chanyeol hummed easily falling into step beside him. “You’re always looking at me with that fire in your eyes.” The look came at the mention of Taemin or when he was close by his side, but Chanyeol didn’t mind, that just added to the satisfaction. He followed Jongin to the study room curiously glancing around once they got inside. What a nerd, he thought fighting back a smile, tossing his notebook onto the table. In theory, Chanyeol knew you could reserve the rooms, but he didn’t think that was a thing people actually did. “Bang it out,” Chanyeol echoed, cocking an eyebrow at the word choice. “Kinky. You really are trying to catch up with Taemin, aren’t you? I'm in as long as you promise to try and keep quiet, this is a library after all.” He teased flashing him a wink, pointedly ignoring his brains and brawn comment in favor of carefully watching Jongin for any sort of reaction. Chanyeol did alright in his more academic classes, but he knew he didn’t stand a chance against Jongin in the brain department, much to his displeasure.

Chanyeol slipped into his seat quietly imagining what Jongin’s parents were like. He bet they were just as disgustingly pleasant as Jongin with matching sun-kissed skin and kind eyes. “Both witches,” he shrugged. “Almost all the males on my mom’s side are familiars; that's how they got stuck with me." It was unfortunate that she didn’t keep in contact with her family, maybe then she would have had a fighting chance at raising Chanyeol. "What are they like?" He asked with a minuscule tilt of his head. He never could resist temptations, and the curiosity was eating away at him, but coming right out and asking why his dad was while his mom is was cold even by Chanyeol’s standards. “Your parents, I mean.”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Fox and the Hound

@cvyoongi

[ ✉ -> hound hyung ☠ ] hyung… geuss wh o i got bonded with….. [ ✉ -> hound hyung ☠ ] can u maybe beat me up so i don’t have to be awake to hear all his stupdi thoughts? seriously, i won’t even transfer the injuries back to you [ ✉ -> hound hyung ☠ ] i’ve been drinking but i stilll haven’t blacked out [ ✉ -> hound hyung ☠ ] so can yu come out to the forest? the usual place

Chanyeol’s usually steady hands trembled as he dug his phone out of his pocket. He had been running for hours now, practically begging his body to wear down so he could sit still even if it was only for a few minutes. Ever since the morning after the meteor shower, the familiar felt as if his skin was desperately trying -and sometimes almost failing- to contain the swell of magic inside him while his skull felt like it was trying to cave in to keep Hyuna out and himself in.  

He couldn’t decide if his phone vibrating in his pocket was a relief or just pissed him off, but that seemed to be the theme of the day. Even more so than usual, Chanyeol had been walking a fine line between relatively neutral and pure, unjustified rage. Thankfully, the name on the screen swayed him towards a much more pleasant disposition. He couldn’t help but wonder how much of an asshole it made him for being so relieved that Yoongi was struggling with the whole unplanned bonding thing too. Granted there was a whole slew of other things that definitely made Chanyeol an asshole, but that was beside the point.

He didn’t even bother to respond before turning on his heels and heading towards their usual meeting place. Even if Chanyeol hadn’t known the way by heart it wouldn’t have been difficult to hunt Yoongi down, all he would have to do was follow the overwhelming stench of booze and defeat.

“I heard you were looking to get your ass kicked,” Chanyeol grinned stepping into the clearing, but the expression quickly fell when he saw just how drunk Yoongi actually was. “Is it really that bad? Who is it?”

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Fire Meets Gasoline

[cvtaemin-blog]

“A skull. And that little red anger symbol. Because you’re the angry bringer of death.” Taemin admitted, fought hard to keep a smile from breaking out across his face. A battle that he definitely lost. “You better. Leave it there and I won’t let you back in my room for a month.” Taemin decided  on a whim, one hand sliding between them, curled his fingers around the string of Chanyeol’s hoodie to tug. “What do you have me saved in your phone as?” he questioned out after a pause, glanced at him past shaggy bangs as he waited curious for an answer. A leg sliding forward to wriggle in closer, pressed cold toes to the jut of Chanyeol’s ankle and dragged him in just a little tighter by the hold on his hoodie. A hoodie that Chanyeol would probably never see again if he ended up taking it off and forgetting on the back of Taemin’s chair. It wasn’t hard to figure out where Taemin’s curiously oversized collection of hoodies originated from.

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Chanyeol shot Taemin a sharp look that slowly shifted into a lazy smirk. “You and I both know he couldn’t stop me even if he tried.” It wasn’t particularly arrogant, at least not by Chanyeol’s standards, but more of a fact. He was a colossal ass -as Taemin had put it- all the way down to his bones, and no amount of pretty boy familiars would ever change that. I’d probably just make it worse.

“I can just get rid of it again,” Chanyeol instantly replied. Truthfully, he hadn’t thought about that when he spent that whole two seconds formulating his plan, but that was one of the things he loved about Taemin. Chanyeol tended to just do things while Taemin was always mentally at least three steps ahead of everyone else. If he ever decided to use his powers for good and not being insufferably clever and shutting Chanyeol down at any chance he got, Taemin would be a force to be reckoned with, even more so than he already was. “And I don’t beg,” he snorted, fighting off the urge to smile as Taemin finally gave in and indulged him. “I persuade by physical means,” he clarified with a small smile flashing a dimple. "and it is very effective."

Chanyeol’s eyebrows shot up disappearing behind the messy hair that he had been too lazy to tame that day. “He’s a good luck charm, and I’m the angry bringer of death?” His normally deep voice took on a much higher pitch. That’s it, he was killing Jongin next chance he got…oh. The flood of jealousy coursing through his system died down when Taemin finally lost and let the smile appear on his face. He was so pleased with himself, wasn’t he? “Why would you waste your time on luck when you have a virtual god of destruction,” he gestured widely to himself, “hanging out in your room? It just doesn’t make sense,” he teased. Chanyeol would hardly consider himself a god of destruction, but if that’s what Taemin wanted, he could be that.

He shifted forward scooting closer at the slightest pull from Taemin. Chanyeol was a tree of human standing taller than pretty much everyone in the school, he didn’t do anything he didn’t want to and very few even stood a chance at making him, yet Taemin could move him without even raising a finger. “What are you talking about? You aren’t even saved in my phone. I don’t even like you,” he lied through his teeth with a fond smile. Truth be told, Taemin’s was one of the few numbers actually saved. The constant supply of ‘who is this?’ texts that people received from the familiar had been a source of frustration for many more than once, but never for Taemin. He definitely wasn’t going to indulge him by recounting the time when he finally did save it and debated for a good 5 minutes between a flame and a heart before saying fuck it and settling on a simple ‘Tae.’

“And don’t you even think about it,” he added wrapping his hand around Taemin’s where it lingered on his hoodie strings almost as if he could sense his train of thought. He had had enough hoodies stolen at this point to know that look in his eyes. “I’m going to freeze to death this fall, and it will be all your fault.”  They both knew it was a bluff. As long as they were Chanyeol's hoodies that he was stealing and drowning in around campus, Chanyeol would never stop him.

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Run on Gasoline

Chanyeol sighed pouring himself another drink. He’d like to say that he didn’t know how he ended up in the rooftop garden at another of the exclusive parties thrown by the Life and Death Brigade, but it wasn’t exactly a secret that the familiar was quite fond of a certain member running around the party in one of his stolen hoodies, and Chanyeol liked to keep an eye on him as much as possible, especially when alcohol and whatever else was floating around the party was involved.

He took a sip of his creation immediately grimacing and searching the table for a way to attempt to atone for the sin he had created. Unfortunately, it seemed Chanyeol’s struggle with potions was perfectly reflected in his ability to mix drinks. There had to be juice or something, fuck. He didn’t even hear Seulgi approach the table over the music, so when a little hand shot out past his side to go for the same bottle as him, he was surprised, to say the least.

“Go ahead,” he gestured for her to take the bottle before him. She looked like a girl who knew what she was doing, and Chanyeol would probably end up pouring a bit of everything in until it was somewhat tolerable and then chugging it. He had never been particularly close with Seulgi, but she had been Taemin’s best friend since they were kids, so the familiar always put forth his best effort to be civil towards her. Other than that, he didn’t have any particularly strong feelings towards the witch, for or against.  

Maybe it was the abomination in his cup full of god knows what or maybe it was just Chanyeol being Chanyeol, but when some dude crashed into Seulgi without so much as a sorry, something inside Chanyeol switched in an instant. Before the guy knew what was happening, the familiar had a fist full of his shirt hauling him backwards and turning him so they were face to face. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your head off,” he growled. Nothing surprising about that, but the sound of Seulgi’s voice speaking at the same time with an equally harsh tone caught him off guard.

“What did you say?” He asked, turning to face her with a delighted, dimpled grin. He didn’t quite catch her words, but he had got the gist of it. Maybe he did like her after all or could, at least.

@seulgicv

[dazzlingkai]

CHANYEOL x Hat’s On

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Fire Meets Gasoline

[cvtaemin-blog]

 “Now I’m bored. Why are you the worst?” Taemin had known why Chanyeol had done it, it wasn’t too hard to figure out, and maybe he’d been playing it up. But then, he had also always enjoyed coaxing extreme reactions out of him as well, watching it all unfold between them.

[chanyeolcv-blog]

“We’ve met,” Chanyeol deadpanned. You can only get into so many fights before they start trying to make you learn to “talk with your words, not your fists” and “take slow, deep breaths and count to ten.” By the time Chanyeol got to ten, he was seeing red, and he wasn’t particularly good with words. He stopped going to the sessions only a week or so in, and no one had tried to make him go back. Part of him was suspicious that the therapist kept filing paperwork like he was showing up just so they wouldn’t have to deal with him, and he could respect that.  

Fucking Jongin. Of all the people in the world, it had to be him. A part of him wondered what came first his dislike for the other familiar or the witches interest in him, but either way, it didn’t exactly make Chanyeol want to run out and be friends with the guy.   Chanyeol half-heartedly tried to avoid the jab, but in the process somehow managed to make it ten times worse when it landed right on the tip of his shoulder, but you’d never guess it from the smug curve of his lips. “Oh no, how unlucky.” He shifted to peer down the gap, grinning when the phone was nowhere to be seen. If only it were that easy to get Jongin out of Taemin’s life. Unimpressed hardly began to cover the look Chanyeol sent the witch at the threat. “I’d like to see you try,” he retorted, quietly clenching his teeth when a heel dug into his thigh. Taemin didn’t need Jongin’s luck; he had enough on his own. If anyone else had hit and then kicked Chanyeol they would have been in pretty bad shape and not flopping back onto the bed like a child. “Just lucky, I guess,” he shrugged, batting his eyelashes dramatically before sending Taemin a pointed look and flopping down beside him. It wasn’t even the fact that he didn’t have Taemin’s full and undivided attention, but the fact that he was giving it to someone else when Chanyeol was right there had heat building in his veins. Even if he was grumpy now, Chanyeol would take hanging out with Taemin over most other things. “What’s by my name?” He asked curiously rolling onto his side to face the witch. Something told him it would probably be the shit emoji -if it wasn’t already, of course- when Taemin got his phone back. “I’ll move the bed and get it out for you later,” he quietly added, it was as close to a peace offering as the familiar got.

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Juxtapose

[cvjongin-blog]

“You wanna get started or do you want to dick around first, assert your dominance or whatever it is you’re into.” he added flatly, one brow arching slightly as he did. 

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Chanyeol was torn between delight and irritation when Jongin rolled his eyes. At least he wasn’t the only one who mistakenly let a familiar under his skin, and there was an odd sort of satisfaction in knowing the other obviously dreaded his presence. “Do you really think that little of me?” He pressed a hand to his chest in mock hurt complete with a horrified pout and furrowed brows that were slowly replaced with an easy smirk. Chanyeol paused as if thinking it over. He tilted his head back and forth letting out a contemplative hum every so often, making a show of wasting Jongin’s time. His eyes narrowed scanning Jongin from head to toe before he finally spoke again. It really was a shame that someone as frustrating as Jongin managed to win the genetic lottery, but alas, fate was cruel, and Jongin was pretty much perfect. “Nah, you couldn’t handle what I’m into,” he drawled rising to his feet and taking a step closer. “Besides, asserting your dominance is only fun when it’s in question, but if you really want to, we could arm wrestle or something,” he offered with an innocent tilt of his head, “Would that make you feel better?” It was condescending even for Chanyeol. He would have torn someone apart if they spoke to him the way he was talking to Jongin. Chanyeol let out a loud yawn stretching his arms out beside him before grabbing his notebook from the ledge where he had been sitting. “Let’s just get this over with. I’m sure you’re just dying to dazzle me with your pedigree.” In all reality, Jongin was kind of the ideal partner for this sort of project. It wasn’t as if Chanyeol knew shit about genealogy or where to even start looking. When he signed up to take Rise of the Wild, he had imagined it to be a lot more intense full of revolts and riots, but in reality, it was mostly a bunch of old, dead familiars writing scholarly articles on why they’re just as important as witches. Joy. But Chanyeol was the idiot taking his second year of it, so he couldn’t complain too much. “Are your parents familiars?” He had intended to keep his voice somewhere between neutral and uninterested, but a hint of curiosity somehow managed to slip through.

[chanyeolcv-blog]

Juxtapose

Partners. 

Oh, but not just partners, assigned partners, and of course, it was Jongin. Why wouldn’t it be?

it was always Jongin.

From the time Chanyeol arrived at Baridegi to now, Jongin has somehow always found a way to weave himself into the familiar's life and even worse, under his skin. He couldn't even pinpoint the exact reason Jongin drove him so insane. All he knew was just the thought of him had his hands itching to ball into fists and had adrenaline coursing through his veins. The thought also tended to be accompanied by the faintest stir of something that could easily be mistaken for something akin to fondness had it been associated with anyone else, but Chanyeol pointedly chose to ignore it.

Jongin and Chanyeol were an unstoppable force and an immovable object, perfect counterparts and natural enemies. Somewhere along the line, Chanyeol’s dislike of the familiar had lead to him unconsciously begin to memorize every detail about the other from the tone of his voice to the way he smelled, and it all got on his last nerve. From a distance, the two were more alike that different -both earth familiars, second order, and good at what they did- but upon further inspection, nothing could be farther from the truth. Jongin was like the human embodiment of summer all soft smiles and warm, glowing skin with smooth edges that drew people in, the polar opposite of the coldness that seemed to define Chanyeol’s sharp corners and reach all the way down into his bones.

“You’re late, asshole,” Chanyeol announced the second his eyes landed on Jongin. Technically, Chanyeol had been early, and he hadn’t checked his watch in a while, but the details weren’t particularly important to him.

Jongin was an asshole either way.

@cvjongin