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[chanyeolxkr]

[chanyeolxkr]

lemondrops&chimneytops;

[chanyeolxkr]

@baekhyunxkr

(...)

“Yeol!” His shout is loud, too loud for the silence of the night, but Baekhyun has never been ashamed of his obnoxiousness.

     Even without having caught sight of the other, the sound of his nickname was enough for his demeanor to light up in an instant. With a full, dorky grin plastered on his face, Chanyeol turned towards the direction of the individual who had called out to him. 

     “Baek!!” His delightful cry was accompanied with the flail of clumsy limbs as he pulled the other into a bear hug that rivaled, if not even more than the other’s enthusiasm. “Baeeeeek, what took you so long?” The giant whined, leaning almost half his weight on the other as he pulled away, but kept an arm slung around the other’s shoulder. “I’m so hungry, I could eat a horse!” 

     Of course, he was merely over exaggerating. If needed, he could have always eaten some snacks while waiting, but the weekend was one of the only times that he could ever see Baekhyun anymore these days. Still, it was better than nothing, and Chanyeol definitely wasn’t complaining. If anything, he was happy that the other still considered him important enough, upholding their promises and friendship. 

     “Since I had to wait for you, you should treat me to spicy rice cakes,” Chanyeol haggled, half dragging the shorter male down the path as he bemoaned about his pitiful life as a broke, starving college student. “And then we can head to my apartment and watch those crappy chic flicks or sappy romance movies on Netflix -- whatever you prefer!”

[chanyeolxkr]

{ ヾ Confession

[chanyeolxkr]

@krshou

(...)

Shou folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes once again, showing that he was deep in thought. There were so many questions Shou wanted to ask but Cerberus wasn’t answering them in his dreams. As far as he knew, Shou didn’t know anyone else who was also like him. Why were these beings even choosing people to reside in? What was the purpose of all this? All these questions were just confusing Shou even more. “Chaneyol… am I a bad person?” he asked. Everyone connected Cerberus with negative things so naturally, Shou assumed there must be something negative about him to attract Cerberus to him.

Chanyeol wasn't the smartest bulb. He's been told on many occasions that his mouth ran like a bulldozer and he needed to think before he spoke. At this point, the giant found himself at a loss of words, second guessing his earlier response.Had he unintentionally hurt the other in some way or form? Did he say something wrong? 

“Look, I, uh...I’m sorry,” he apologized meekly, pausing mid stroke of the other’s hair to adjust his position on the bed. “I know there isn’t really much nice things about Cerberus, but it doesn’t mean it’s bad, you know? Isn’t it supposed to be good if there’s nothing much about it? Normally in Greek history, what’s recorded is either very good or very bad, so having nothing recorded should be a...good thing...?” Chanyeol began to babble mindlessly to himself, tripping over his words left and right. 

"Bad person? What gave you the idea?” He sat up at the question, frowning. Chanyeol had realized that often, when they spoke of Cerberus, Shou’s emotions had the tendency to swing like a pendulum. And often, he would get a sense of melancholy at the end of their discussions. 

“What’s wrong, man?” He demanded with furrowed brows and arms crossed over his chest. “And don’t tell me it’s nothing, because it’s not. Now out with it -- tell me the truth, or I...” Chanyeol paused, only to summon his fiercest expression (if a sulking, overgrown human-puppy could look fierce, then yeah why not). “I’ll lock my door and not let you in! For a week -- no, for ever!”

[chanyeolxkr]

{ ヾ Confession

[chanyeolxkr]

@krshou

(...) After his fit, Shou grew quiet once again. “Hey Chanyeol… are there any good stories about Cerberus?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

     Certainly, there was not much noted in the historical texts about Cerberus. It was unfair in some way, Chanyeol thought to himself with a faint wrinkle of his nose. The hound was a unique creature, one of its kind, yet all was told about it could be summarized in a measly chapter, most famously known as the chapter of Heracles’s twelfth labor. 

     And even then, all that was known about Cerberus was the terror it struck in the hearts of those who have seen it and his unfailing guarding of the gates of hell. Okay, mostly unfailing, since he did kind of sort of let Orpheus past -- but really! Chanyeol thinks it’s not its fault. 

     Chanyeol mulled over the question in silence, his brows furrowing and causing faint wrinkles. The gentle stroking of the other’s hair helped him sort out his thoughts somewhat, and he finally parted his lips to speak. 

     “To tell you the truth, there’s really...nothing happy I can tell you about Cerberus.” He admitted, shaking his head. “But, this is noted as a fact -- that Cerberus is loved. At least by one; he is Hades’s beloved guard dog.” He smiled slightly then. “And I think that’s why in the same way, Cerberus devotes his life to serve Him.”  

[chanyeolxkr]

if it fits, it styx ;

[chanyeolxkr]

@krxkyungsoo

(...) “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

He feels himself physically deflate at the other’s response. Granted, Chanyeol wasn’t the most appealing visually - lanky, average appearance with generic hair and eye color. He wasn’t expecting anything big, but he hoped at least that the other would have seen him enough to recognize him. 

His eyes bore into the other’s, hoping that it would jolt some sort of implicit memory from the other, but gave up a few seconds later. He wasn’t about to win this staring contest, seeing from the way he had shrank away as quickly as he initiated it. 

“I work here.” Chanyeol settled to answering truthfully, his features lit up by an expectant smile. Maybe, this time he’ll remember. “You always come here on the same days, at the same time, and the get the same items.” 

Chanyeol was almost proud of himself for managing to recount the other’s habits that he had observed, only to flail his arms in a fluster of limbs. “I’m not a stalker, I promise!” He quickly tried to salvage what he had done, the consequence of his horrible habit of never thinking before he spoke. “And I swear, it’s not poisoned,” he said solemnly, despite intending for it to be a joke, gesturing his own eyes that were lined with faint shadows in reflection of the darker ones the stranger seemed to be sporting. “It’s just...you seem like you need it more than I do.”

[chanyeolxkr]

guilt ;

[chanyeolxkr]

@krxmarktuan

(...) “Oh, introductions. I’m Mark, if you really want to help around here, might as well know my name” he chuckles for a bit before continuing, “Do you know anything about pastries and making drinks? Or do you prefer being on the cashier? Waiting tables can be fun too…”

     Chanyeol blinked, observing the other in dumb silence for a few moments. If he hadn’t been immediately chased out the first time he narrated his recount, he was certain that the second would have him be chased out by a broom. Or worse, kicked out on his ass. None of either scenarios happened, and while it relieved the student, it only added to the uncomfortable weight in his chest. 

     But you did nothing wrong...The giant almost wanted to blurt after the hand separating each of them from a direct line of visual contact was removed. Instead, he settled of sipping his tea in silence, mulling over the offer made. As much as he wanted to insist that he didn’t need the money, the truth was that he did. he was still a student, and working odd hours in the convenience store only provided that much money for him. He was living on the typical college diet, ramen and the occasional takeout for movie nights with his best friend. Sure, his family wasn’t in a difficult place financially, so to speak, but even he still had his pride. He was already a late bloomer to begin with. Yoora, his older sister had already gotten a real-world job at his age. He refused to be financially supported by his parents any more than he already did. 

     "Thank you, for your generosity,” he said softly, head inclined as a display of his gratitude. “Though, I’ve never made coffee my entire life,” he laughed sheepishly, rubbing the spot at his nape that he often sought to self-regulate. “I’ll do anything, though! I could serve tables, and I work night shifts at a convenience store, so I’m good with the register, probably. And if you can’t trust me around fragile china, I understand too,” Chanyeol made a show of flailing his abnormally long limbs and wide hands that seemed almost out of place in handling items of such petite and delicate nature. “I’m not the most careful person, you see, and I’d hate to incur even more losses when I actually volunteered to work here.”

[baekphia]

170521 Chanyeol Instagram Update

Caption: “Good… I’ve improved a lot.”

[chanyeolxkr]

if it fits, it styx ;

     One of the things Chanyeol learned quickly was that not many people came to the convenience store in the wee hours of the night, or very early in the morning, whichever way one preferred to think. But he’s worked at the store by the main street long enough to recognize each and every of his regulars by face and name. Not that there were many to begin with. Company was rare given the bizarre hours he worked, and Chanyeol has learned to satiate his need for company by seeking it from the customers he is blessed with throughout his shift (in between reading his textbooks, of course). 

     It’s only some time between the second and third week into his job that Chanyeol realizes on two certain days of the week, at three minutes past a certain hour when he is about to officially clock out would a certain individual walk into the store. His shift would then be extended for another five minutes to process the transaction, and then the man would leave as quickly as he came. Once is a fluke, but then came twice and then many times after. He was never given the opportunity to fully greet the customer, and the consistent punctuality became an itch that crawled beneath his skin, begging to be scratched. 

     “I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he greeted his colleague, clocking out exactly three minutes past. It was rare that he was able to leave on time, and he was half disappointed that he would miss the opportunity of crossing paths with a certain individual. With a bag filled with snacks and warm coffee, Chanyeol was about to step out of the store, only to pause when the door slid open to reveal none other than the last regular that normally marked the end of his shifts. 

     “Good evening!” Chanyeol found himself automatically smiling, his expression faltering as soon as it appeared. “oh...I thought you weren’t coming anymore tonight, so I took the last of your usual coffee.” Teeth worried his lower lip as he seemed to contemplate for a few moments before stuffing the can into the other’s hand. “Here, take it. It’s my treat!” 

@krxkyungsoo

[kaibaek-l]

A metaphor for life

[chanyeolxkr]

guilt ;

[chanyeolxkr]

@krxmarktuan​

(...)

Fuck, I need to stop drinking, Mark cursed under his breath as he tightens the knot behind him. He then places his hand on the stranger’s shoulder, as if to calm him and once the man straightens his posture, Mark continued, “hey, um… Chanyeol, calm down. How about you sit down and have some tea, reconstruct your sentence in your head and start again.” Mark then pulls a chair and guides the man to it, before sitting across him and giving a glance to the head barista that started boiling tea as if it heard what the owner was thinking.

     Alright, Chanyeol. Calm down. The giant inhaled deeply, held it for three seconds (more like an eternity at that moment), then exhaled. He attempted to assuage himself as he slid into the seat that was offered to him. After all, what’s the worst that could happen - aside from the eternal scorn that he would receive from the owner of his favorite cafe for his morning coffee if things did not go well. 

     “Um,” Chanyeol began, fiddling with his thumbs, averting his gaze from the other. “Well, you see, um...” Use your words, Chanyeol! “You see, I was out last night and had a little...accident? I think? And ah...I don’t really remember much.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I was out with a friend last night and accidentally drank some.” The giant paused, taking in yet another deep breath. 

     Now came the hard part. Of course, Chanyeol had rehearsed it while brushing his teeth in front of the mirror multiple times since morning, making sure that it sounded as sincere as he felt. However, it was embarrassing enough just to think about it. A grown adult admitting to spewing one sip of alcohol? Unheard of. 

     “I um...I remember throwing up on you, though.” He decided to go for the straightforward route, wincing as it sounded more brash than he had imagined it would go. “And I’m really sorry! That’s why I’m here, really...I recognized you, from whenever I would come in the mornings for coffee. I’m not a stalker, please believe me.” He quickly added with a stern expression, hoping that he did not come off too much as a creep. 

     The momentary confident demeanor broke seconds later, the clumsy giant returning to his hunched posture accompanied with uncomfortable fidgeting. “If you would have me, I’d be happy to help around the cafe as compensation...because well...I’mkindofbrokeuntilmynextpayday.” He mumbled the last titbit of information, shrinking even further into himself.

[chanyeolxkr]

guilt ;

     If there could be one word that could define Chanyeol, clumsy would perhaps be the closest thing to it. He remembers some from that night -- the pain from the chafing of his palms against granite, the agony of his stomach protesting and threatening to hurl its contents out. He also remembers the face of someone familiar, and the vile stench of his own regurgitation right before he passed out. 

Never will I ever trust myself again. 

     Which was the sole reason as of why he would be standing in the middle of an almost empty cafe at one minute past 7 in the morning, looking every bit as repentant as he felt inside. 

     “Good morning...sir,” he scratched the back of his elfish ear out of anxiety. “I know we haven’t really spoken...I’m Park Chanyeol. I come here almost every morning for a cup of coffee!” He added, hoping that it would jolt the other’s memory -- good memories of him, at least. “And I’m...really sorry for my careless actions a few days ago!” He had half yelled his apology, at the same time bending at the waist at a ninety-degree angle in hopes to show the sincerity of his apology. 

     “I know a simple apology probably won’t help or anything, but...I’m a broke college student and I have to pay bills and rent and I don’t have much money to replace your clothes right now...” He continued to ramble off mindlessly. “But if you don’t mind, I would gladly help out at the cafe! That is...to repay you for all the trouble and damages...” 

@krxmarktuan

[chanyeolxkr]

Hit me with your best shock ;

     Chanyeol did everything that he normally did: woke up two hours before class, took a quick shower, grabbed a cup of coffee from Seoltang cafe, sat at the fourth seat from the left of the third row in the lecture theatre (so he would still be close enough to hear the lecturer clearly but also keep the complaints of his height at bay). 

     However, the only difference today was that he had forgotten to check his e-mail before class started. And if he did, he would have known that they had a guest alumni lecturer this morning. And he wouldn’t be internally fanboying freaking out when he did realize who the guest alumni lecturer was. 

     For the next three hours, Chanyeol scribbled his notes down with jittery hands, making his normally bad handwriting look absolutely abominable. Yet, it was the least of his concerns -- especially when the blackened screen signaled the end of the lecture. Carelessly shoving his notebook and pen into his backpack, he barely managed hasty apologies before stumbling against the current of exiting students to the front of the room. 

     “Hey!” He sounded short of breath, a wide, expectant smile plastered on his face as he came face to face with no other than Lee Taemin, the senior that had left more than just an impression on him before he graduated. “Taemin-sunbaenim, I don’t know if you remember me - it’s Chanyeol, by the way - I really enjoyed your lecture this morning - Do you uh, by any chance have some time for coffee? I’d love to discuss more of this with you!” 

@krtaemin 

[chanyeolxkr]

{ ヾ Confession

@krshou

 --

“Yah, are you studying? How boring…” Shou teased as he sat up in Chanyeol’s bed. “Instead of studying you should do something fun~” he grinned. “It’s getting too late to be studying anyway~” he hummed. “Hey, you should tell me another story about Cerberus~ I’m in the mood to be scared~” he mused. Really, the only reason he asked so much about Cerberus was because he wanted to learn about the beast inside of him. Sure, he was terrified of the creature but if he learned more then maybe he would be able to get over his fear. 

     He heard the door slam open even before he heard the voice of his neighbor, jumping slightly in his chair at the unexpected noise. Adjusting his glasses so he would not seem too frazzled (both from cramming lecture material and being startled), Chanyeol cleared his throat before watching the other make himself comfortable in the premises of his room with a raised brow. 

     “I know I leave my door unlocked so it’s easier for you to visit, but knock next time, will you?” He nudged the male with his foot, mumbling something along the lines of ‘you scared the shit out of me’ beneath his breath. “And besides, it’s never too late to study! Look at all this material!” To emphasize his point, the giant rifled through the stack of books on his table in an exaggerated manner. “But you know, you kind of did come in at a pretty good time,” Chanyeol returned his attention to the book that lay open on his desk. “I was just looking up material on the three-headed hound from hell.” 

     He stood up from his seat, relocating to the edge of his own bed, his fingers absentmindedly threading through Shou’s locks. “Let’s see, where do I even start? There’s just too much,” he felt himself relaxing gradually at the repetitive motion; it gave him the same feeling whenever he would pet Toben, his dog back home. 

     “Honestly, I don’t understand why you think Cerberus is so scary,” he admitted truthfully. “I mean, I get that he’s normally associated with fear, anger and evil, but he’s really just doing his job as the watcher of the gates of hell.” Lips curved into a smile of amusement at his following thought. “Imagine if the Cerberus was a three-headed Pomeranian. I’ll bet there’d be more contenders trying to cross those gates.” 

[chanyeolxkr]

lemondrops&chimneytops;

[To Baek]: I just got off work! [To Baek]: I'll be waiting outside 7-11. --Message sent--

     Blowing at the stray strands of hair that were falling over his eyes, Chanyeol adjusted his glasses as he glanced left and right in search of a single silhouette within the dark of the night. His lips puckered, whistling a quiet, jaunty tune that he had come up with on the fly to pass time. 

     Be patient. The giant thought to himself. You just sent the message, like, three seconds ago. However, he was unable to cease his fidgeting, a physical manifestation of the excitement of seeing his childhood friend. How could he be blamed - after all, the other was the first (and at least, to him, the best) friend he had made; and was also the same friend that left him behind a year after their first meeting.  A quiet chuckle left Chanyeol at the memory of himself years ago, face blotchy with tears and snot running down his nose, making the other swear that they’ll be friends forever, sealed with a pinky promise. 

     And look where we are now. His whistling paused, checking his cellphone for a reply of any sort. I hope he hurries...Chanyeol sighed, rubbing his growling stomach in hopes to appease it. I’m starving. 

@baekhyunxkr