harmonious;

Park Chanyeol; ❝ when nothing goes right... go left.❞ human. taken. twenty-three. coffeehouse performer.

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

i haven’t been able to be on as much as i would like to, but that should change soon! within the next few days i’ll be a little busy, but i’m still going to try my best to make time to do replies on chanyeol, dongwoo and vernon.

to everyone that i have things going on with, i do thank you all for being so patient with me. i’m sorry for the wait, but you shouldn’t be waiting too much longer.  ♥

[lullabyun]

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

( sms to: sunshine ) i was trying to be poetic for you ( sms to: sunshine ) i am a man of fine arts ( sms to: sunshine ) so you must be pretty fine yourself ( sms to: sunshine ) like a parking ticket

( sms to: my wolf ) that’s adorable( sms to: my wolf ) you’re on a roll

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

after hours.

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

mxhyunyoung

Maybe she would be more lenient and willing to listen if a certain incident didn’t occur; her world shattering in a without notice all due to one vampire, still trying to put herself back together. But the pieces she had lost were like glass, razor sharp and difficult to regain a firm grip on before it seeps into her skin and she lets go once again. Obviously this wasn’t Chanyeol’s fault–or anyone elses, at that–but Hyunyoung just couldn’t be talked out of her views.

“Oh please, don’t act like you’re some martyr. I don’t even have a knife to your throat,” she speaks calmly, sweeping beneath a table before she finally gives him a seconds worth of attention. “Say I have one of them pinned down, they’re about to die, they’re a friend of yours, would you let me kill them because I won’t listen to you?” 

He doesn’t even have to answer, “You wouldn’t. Because you’re just as stubborn as I am, so stop acting as if you’re the better person here.”

The girl’s words offended Chanyeol. His dark eyes found their way back to her face as he stared at her while she spoke. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he let out a deep breath. Although her first sentence annoyed him, the second part hit a little too close to home. Gritting his teeth, he tried to keep calm as he did all he could to not imagine Mingyu in the situation she was describing. He felt protective and upset that she’d ever even suggest a thing. But the last sentence? Her very last sentence? That’s possibly what got under his skin the most.

❝ Are you serious? That doesn’t even make any sense. I’m stubborn, okay. I accept that. But my stubbornness isn’t resulting in death! I’m not going around killing other hunters just because some of them kill the good naturals that don’t harm anyone. Don’t you see that? I’m just trying to get you to understand that not all are bad. Some of them don’t hurt anybody. Some of them have never harmed a single person, yet they’re hunted simply for existing as what they are! How is that fair? How does that make them the monster and not you? You standing there and suggesting a situation where you’re going to kill one of my friends makes you sound vicious and cruel. If they were my friend, they most certainly wouldn’t be evil, so if you were about to kill them, well... that’d make you the evil one. ❞

[mthminseok-blog]

melody.

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

mthchen

(...)

This man seemed to be pursuing his dream, imagining those young buskers performing out in the streets of Hongdae whenever Jongdae visited Seoul. At least from what he remembered; those visits didn’t happen as often as he thought, being pretty young when he left to study in America and then returning back to the unfamiliar Busan. What the performer was doing was commendable. “Do you work here?”

❝ Oh, yes, most definitely. I’m not so sure that I would have been here as long as I have if I’d been doing my job incorrectly. ❞ There was a short pause accompanied by yet another quiet laugh before he added anything else. ❝ And I sort of like it here, so... that wouldn’t be any good. ❞ He slightly shook his head while speaking his last sentence before letting out a deep breath and bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck.

Shifting on his feet, he brought his hand back down and rested it on the table that the other was sitting at. Looking down at him, he carefully listened as he explained the answer to the younger’s previous question. ❝ Ah. But-- that still means that you sometimes sing.. ❞ He fell silent once more as he allowed the other man to continue. Chanyeol would occasionally give a nod to indicate that he was actually taking in what the other was speaking. He always hated it when people pretended to listen but weren’t really interested. Because of this, he never wanted people to think that he was doing that to them. He liked to pay close attention and remember what he’s told so that he can reference things later and prove that he genuinely cared what they had to say.

❝ You work with singers? ❞ The boy’s face reflected curiosity. ❝ Well, what do you do? ❞

Instead of pushing for an answer right away, he thought it’d be more polite to answer the latter’s question first. He dipped his head down in a nod and flashed a proud smile.❝ I do work here. You can find me here just about everyday. ❞ Giving a quiet chuckle, he glanced over at the platform across the room. It sparked an idea so he turned back to face the other and stared at him for a couple of seconds.❝ And since I work here, that stage is practically mine. I’m allowed to do whatever I want up there. ❞ A pause. ❝ Meaning, I can take anyone up there that I want. I’d like you to give it a shot. I think it’d be fun, c’mon. ❞

[christenisnotsocial-blog]

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

( sms: sunshine ) you ( sms: sunshine ) you definitely do ( sms: sunshine ) like a warm breeze to shield me from the cold

( sms: my wolf ) that’s actually so cute( sms: my wolf ) i think that’s the first time i’ve ever been compared to a warm breeze( sms: my wolf ) and yes, i’ll always shield you from the cold( sms: my wolf ) so, i’m what rays of sun smell like? i wouldn’t have ever guessed

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

( sms to: sunshine ) hey but its comfortable (sms to: sunshine ) so that's a plus ( sms to: sunshine ) it smells like coffee and coconut and rays of sun ( sms to: sunshine ) hm. i wonder why

( sms to: my wolf ) i’m glad you enjoy wearing it( sms to: my wolf ) what does a ray of sun smell like?( sms to: my wolf ) hmm.. who can really be sure( sms to: my wolf ) i’m sure there are many things that smell of that combination

[exolutely]

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

( sms to: sunshine ) it's one of your many band tshirts ( sms to: sunshine ) the author im working with today tried to talk to me about it ( sms to: sunshine ) my face was so red when i told them i didn't know them and that it was your shirt

( sms to: my wolf ) that’s adorable( sms to: my wolf ) you’re cute( sms to: my wolf ) hey, at least we know that they have good taste in music( sms to: my wolf ) or, i know, rather

[markmx-deactivated20160627]

— Raindrops are Fallin' on My Head • TMK&PCY

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

markmx

(...)

The warmth felt nice, the warmth of his best friend gave ashis arm swathed onto him. He didn’t feel so alone anymore, he didn’t feel as though breathing was difficult. Mark felt better, and he couldn’t help but lean into his friend more and more 'til he realized he’s had both his arms around the latter.

“Mmm…” The boy nodded, agreeing with his best friend before letting out a smile after hearing his wish for both of them, “Yeah, that’d be nice won’t it.” Mark sighed a chuckle, snuggling more into the older.

“Thanks, Yeollie,” Mark whispered, enough for the latter to hear.

The amount that Chanyeol and Mark had in common was probably a big reason as to why they’d grown as close as they did so quickly. Music was the most influential shared interest, of course. It was the reason that they’d even been lucky enough to meet. He could still remember the first time he’d come in contact with the younger boy. 

He was a phenomenal musician and the older was entranced by his short performance at the coffeehouse that night. It almost didn’t even happen, because Chan wouldn’t have even been there if he wasn’t trying to avoid his roommate at the time. His shift had ended hours ago, but he just had to get out, and that’s where he found himself. It was baffling to imagine how small events can lead into such huge, impacting ones. He almost hated to think about it. He didn’t like the thought of one tiny thing changing and ending up in some different situation.

Since they’d known each other, Chanyeol found himself growing protective over the other. He hated the thought of someone mistreating him... It didn’t even have to be someone. He hated the idea of anything mistreating him, life included. And, yes, that includes the rain as well. To some people, his fear may seem illogical. However, the older completely understood. Traumatizing events can easily scar you and lead to fears such as this. He had dealt with it firsthand himself. He was scared of thunderstorms, which he was occasionally teased for, but that’s just how it happened.

It would have been impossible for Chanyeol to fight back the quiet chuckle that escaped as Mark leaned closer and closer until he was tightly pressed against his own body with arms wrapped around his frame. This action caused him to wrap his free arm around the smaller boy. He just wanted to ensure that he felt more at ease. He certainly seemed to, so that was a success.

As the rain hit against the roof and the thunder rumbled in the distance, the two boys sat there holding on to one another. Was it embarrassing? No. They were helping to comfort one another and that was never anything to be embarrassed about. Truthfully, that was something to be embraced, and so Chan was most certainly embracing it.

Smiling down at the other, he gave him a gentle squeeze. ❝ You know you don’t have to thank me for this. I want you to know that you can count on me. ❞

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

after hours.

mxhyunyoung

“And what are you going to do?”

The cafe had long since closed, why Chanyeol decided to bother her while she cleans has only proven to be an annoyance. The least he could have done was wait outside, in the cold, if he decided that he wanted her to listen to him so badly. But then again the likelihood of her listening before quickly turning on her heels and walking away would have been high, given that situation.

Hyunyoung walks past him nonchalantly, broom in hand as she begins sweeping as if he was not there at all. “Humor me why don’t you.” Her words were sharp, capable of cutting through steel, as she spoke to him, “Why should I, a hunter, listen to you?”

❝ Well, I-- ❞ There was a long pause before he sighed, clearly defeated. 

Honestly? There wasn’t anything that he could do. She was making that completely obvious. He didn’t understand why she was being so rude about all of this. It only seemed to further prove things to him.... Hunters were so hard-headed and hard-hearted. In all of his time, he’d only come in contact with maybe one that didn’t treat him horribly. Why didn’t anyone ever want to listen to him and see things from his point of view? What was so difficult about it? Why were his opinions and views so hard for others to agree with? What’s wrong with compassion instead of ‘shoot first, ask questions later’? He didn’t dare use his natural friends to prove his point, because they were worth way more than Hyunyoung’s time.

He took a quick step back when she walked past him, eyes falling from the girl to the floor below him. His expression did a wonderful job of showing how disappointed he’d been with this attempt. ❝ Good question. Forget it. I’m not wasting my breath on trying to explain when it won’t do anything but go in one ear and out of the other. ❞

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

( sms to: sunshine ) i thought u were gonna answer with something cheesy ( sms to: sunshine ) or inappropriate ( sms to: sunshine ) i stole a shirt from u im wearing it to work

( sms to: my wolf ) i seriously considered it( sms to: my wolf ) especially the second one( sms to: my wolf ) i figured i’d spare you this time( sms to: my wolf ) good. i like it when you wear my things( sms to: my wolf ) you usually wear it better anyways

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

( sms to: sunshine ) i stole something from you

( sms to: my wolf ) that’s impossible( sms to: my wolf ) because what’s mine is yours( sms to: my wolf ) but humor me…( sms to: my wolf ) what did you steal?

[fyeah-chanyeol]

pcyosh

[chanyeolxmc-blog]

unrequited.

mxwoohyun

“but why?” he pouted childishly, arms held up mid-air, about to form a heart shape before he slowly let it fall. “i’m just showing you my support, you know.”

the sound of chattering around them turned into white noise as woohyun and chanyeol continued to converse. the taller of the two had been asked to perform at the cafe woohyun worked at that late afternoon. being the supportive and kind (also slightly embarrassing) friend he was, the hunter jumped at the chance to show chanyeol the love and support he deserved.

which meant woohyun had spent the entire duration of the performance throwing small hearts at chanyeol , which quickly escalated to bigger hearts. although it would momentarily stop when woohyun had to take, deliver or make an order or the shorter male’s co-worker went to thump his head. it didn’t discourage woohyun though, especially not after chanyeol’s performance.

the hunter immediately approached the singer and showered him with overflowing affection which would not have been so bad if they weren’t in a busy cafe and woohyun was supposed to be working but instead he was throwing hearts at a much taller male without any hint of shame or shyness.

❝ Yes, I know. Thank you. I appreciate it. It’s just slightly distracting since I keep wanting to focus on the hearts you’re sending my way instead of what I’m supposed to be doing. ❞

The musician didn’t have the heart to tell the other why he was truly asking him to stop. It’d been an ongoing struggle that had been going on for as long as he could really remember. The hearts and support did make him feel more at ease on the stage, and it also helped him to feel good about his performance, but he still thought that maybe there was a little more behind Woohyun’s actions than he was letting come across.

The slightly younger boy felt pretty guilty that he could never tell Woohyun that he’d only ever see him as just a friend. He was sure that he’d been accidentally feeding the hunter false hope for all of this time. The worst part? Chanyeol hadn’t even told the other that he was in a relationship. He knew that was a pretty huge bit of information that probably needed to be shared... so why couldn’t he bring himself to do so?

The answer was obvious. He was terrified of hurting the other’s feelings. They were friends, and they had been for quite a long time, and what if he really hurt Woohyun? He couldn’t bear the thought. Simultaneously, he couldn’t bear the thought of carrying on with keeping his relationship status a secret. It almost felt like he was living a lie. He was most certainly making things a lot worse than they had to be. 

He uncomfortably shifted on his feet and tried to stand a certain way so that Woohyun possibly wouldn’t catch sight of the marks that his boyfriend had left upon his neck. He’d occasionally bring his hand up and pretend to be leaning against it, or he’d look down in an awkward fashion. Laughing rather nervously, Chan reached out and hugged his friend. ❝ Your support drives me. But.. don’t you think you should be focusing on work? ❞ There was another laugh, but this time it was more genuine. ❝ You won’t get in trouble for hanging out with me over here instead of taking orders over there? ❞

[fyeah-chanyeol]

atmosphere chan