Code Number; 61 ➥ Circuit #CHANYEOL
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Code Number; 61 ➥ Circuit #CHANYEOL
180811 // chanyeol playing with jongin’s bear bag 🐻
i decided to make a twitter for chanyeol after much consideration and discussion. feel free to follow @pd__loey if you’d like! ♡
this is bullying of little bears :(
chanyeol dissasociating at airports: 2015 vs. 2018
❝ㅡ𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞
masokai:
Maybe it would have been a better idea to cock his gun and shoot the stranger at first sight. It would have spared him the hassle of having to deal with the undead outside. It would have spared him sharing information. It would have spared him a conversation. It would have spared him from having to feel what felt like he had lost long ago: his humanity.
Here he has a man basically begging him to come along with him. After all, power rests in numbers, and two can cover more ground than one. For the first time, he doesn’t worry about supplies, or how he would even feed two people to begin with. Subconsciously, perhaps, he’s calculating how he could make it work.
A silence rests between them after the last pleading word spoken by Chanyeol. Jongin looks at the cabin he stands in front of and refuses to face him.
In his mind, he tries to think of it differently, how he’s thought all along, but his brain is only asking him the same question. How has tragedy stripped away the world of its humanity? Every man for himself once the ship goes down and not only has the ship gone down, but everyone has drowned. The earth is a wasteland. (As far as he knows.)
He opens a cabinet, stares at the items in them without actually registering them in his brain and shuts it again. With a deep breath, he turns around and faces the taller of the two. “Fine.” His response is short, and cold, and like he doesn’t actually want to say it–he doesn’t. The guy is just so sad, so meek, so insecure in his position in a world that would tear him to shreds and literally eat his brain, that he figures that if he leaves him be, he’ll end up dead. Bearing that on his conscience feels like a burden which might doom him to face the same end along the line. If he can’t keep his spirits high, he will certainly die.
“Fine. You can come along.” He begins again, setting rules and boundaries as a condition. “But if you rob me, you can count on it that I will hunt you down. I will find you, and I will cook you into a giant zombie snack.” The warning spat like venom, he frowns again. Upon reopening the cabinet he had mindlessly shut again, he finds the disinfectant (bingo!) and shoves it into his bag. It’s getting a bit heavy, but it’s enough for now. “You can come with me, until I figure out what we’re going to do next. But we have to go, soon. It won’t be safe for long, and my bag is full. We can come back another day.”
He’s actually bringing along a skinny and tall idiot with him. Jongin is actually going along with this. Breathing in slowly, he exhales softly after. “Check if it’s still okay outside. I have a bicycle. Are you by foot?”
it’s almost sad, that chanyeol feels like this stranger --- jongin --- is going to leave him here to die, all on his own. he could leave him here to be eaten by the undeads while he got away, like some kind of distraction or decoy. that fact alone has his stomach in his throat and he feels sick, like he might vomit any moment, but he knows that would be too weak of him and the last thing he wants jongin to think is that he is weak, when he’s not. he’s strong and he’s been surviving on his own this entire time. doesn’t that say something about him? something good?
the seconds that tick by while jongin is silent feels like years going by. slow, painful years by the time that he finally hears the ‘fine’ from him. relief floods him and he swears he might actually want to hug the guy, but he reminds himself quickly that it’s wrong. bad. this is no time to be happy, but chanyeol can’t help it.
finally, he won’t be alone anymore.
‘i’m not going to rob you! i swear, i’m helpful.. i’ll help you. i want to survive and help.’ chanyeol wants to keep going on, to keep reassuring jongin that he would be helpful but he knows that it’s the wrong time to do that. he doesn’t want to annoy the boy more than he already has at this point --- he doesn’t want him to change his mind. he doesn’t even hear him say that it would be only until jongin figures out what they’re going to do next, he doesn’t care. who said he couldn’t convince jongin to keep him around forever? --- or rather, until they find more people. or they finally escape the undeads. or when this nightmare is finally over.
god, he wants it to be over. he prays for it to be over.
when he’s told to check if it’s still okay outside, chanyeol swallows thickly with a nervous glance to the door. he does not want to go back out there but he knows they have to. so he nods slowly and starts towards it, but he pauses when he’s asked if he’s by foot. the whole time, he had been wandering by foot, and he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. ‘y-yeah. by foot. i don’t have anything. all the bicycles i came across were busted..’ he has to shove away the thought of how disappointed and annoyed jongin would be by hearing it as he moves to one of the broken windows, peering out through the wooden boards up against it.
so far, it seems clear. so far, they’re alone. he’s relieved again, but then he hears something --- something in the distance.
it didn’t sound human.
his face pales, and he quickly moves away from the window and over to jongin, grabbing his arm and tugging on it. ‘i think we need to go, now. not soon, now. i think more undeads are coming back --- i heard something. i don’t know what it was,’ he’s speaking quickly, stumbling over his own words, ‘we need to go.’
Those faces.. ㅋㅋㅋ Hyung.. What are you doing..?
@masokai / cutie
they don’t call me the handsome visual for no reason, jongin-ah.
a dork
@masokai ( ... )
It’s not supposed to be like this. It’s never supposed to be like this. The news had shaken him to the core when he had heard it. Of course being an idol came along with its risks. Stalkers, overly dedicated reporters, and so on and so forth. Yet the sasaeng fans.. The sasaeng fans were the worst. It had happened before, taxis ordered to corner and harass their van, but it was worse when it was a member, alone.
Chanyeol’s vehicle got struck by a car. Owned by a crazed fan. The assailant was apprehended after the plate number was traced back to its private owner, but it didn’t change the fact that the idol had been injured. Jongin had raced to the hospital the moment he’d heard the news. Racing through white walls, quite frantic as he went to the room the receptionist had pointed him towards, he only slowed down to a halt when he saw Yura sitting in front of said room. Her eyes were puffy, and she had obviously cried, but still managed to smile. The look on her face reminded Jongin so much of Chanyeol he could barely keep tears at bay.
“He’s okay.. He’ll be okay.” Her reassuring voice sounded. “Mom and dad have already been, they’re at the police station now to file a report in his name. Your manager went with them.” Jongin wanted to say thank you, but his throat was clogged up. He bowed his head in gratitude instead and stifled a sob as he walked into the room. It was quiet, and they had their privacy, with Chanyeol’s sister sitting outside. The silence quickly filled with Jongin’s sobs as he cried.
Seeing his fiancé’s face and body covered in bruises and wounds made his heart ache with agony. His heart broke. “Hyung..” He whimpered, hand clasping a bandaged one. The elder male’s eyes were closed, but he felt a returned squeeze. As he looked up, he saw eyes look back at him. Tired, pained eyes that clearly needed rest, but they were open. Jongin took a shaky breath and sobbed loudly, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. Lifting the hand to his lips, he kissed over gauze and sighed. “Hyung..”
it happened suddenly. he had been on his way to pick up his sister from work. driving her places is something he does often and on this particular night, they had been planning to go out for dinner with their mom as well.
but things changed. he never made it to ytn.
something like this had happened before in shanghai during the schedules he had for ‘i married an anti-fan’. to this day, chanyeol remembers it vividly. he left the airport and entered into the city, with twenty cars following the one he was in, trying to block the car and the road. back then he couldn’t fathom how fans could wish to push such a dangerous situation onto him like that but now, he’s just relieved it wasn’t fatal and glad that something like that hadn’t happened again.
until now.
this time, chanyeol doesn’t remember much.
it happened so fast. he had been right there, a block away from ytn when a car suddenly came out of nowhere and hit him. from there, it’s all black -- and then he remembers flashing lights and loud sirens. and then nothing again, until he’s laid in a hospital bed, a dull pain surging throughout his body. he’s sore and it hurts to move. the faint beeping next to his head is enough to have his brows furrowed and he wants it to stop because his head has a faint pound as well, the ache there also dull from the morphine.
but then -- then chanyeol feels a hand in his own, and then he manages to focus on the sound of sobbing. familiar sobbing. his eyes hurt but he forces himself to open them, because for a brief moment chanyeol doesn’t feel the pain, he doesn’t remember how sore he is. because jongin is there, right next to him, and for a moment he’s able to forget where he is. he’s able to squeeze the hand in his own.
chanyeol hears that single whisper of hyung, and he realises how completely broken it sounds. a painful ache in his chest has him grimacing, his eyes squeezed shut until it passes. it’s not from his injuries. he never wanted jongin to see him like this, in such a state -- all those times he promised the two of them would be safe forever, protected forever. but part of him is glad that it’s him and not jongin.
his throat is dry, chanyeol notices it as he swallows and it hurts as he opens his eyes again, focused solely on jongin and nothing else. it hurts less when he looks at his love. he remembers when the two of them had confessed their relationship and engagement to both of their families -- something that had been so hidden for so long, out in the open for their loved ones. he wonders if yoora is the one who called him.
moments pass and he finds himself smiling, just barely able to feel the kiss upon his gauze wrapped hand. even though it hurts, jongin makes it hurt less -- makes breathing easier.
‘you’re crying..’ it hurts to speak and his voice is pained, raspy. his throat is so dry. but he still tries as he squeezes his hand again. he wishes he could dry those tears for him. ‘don’t cry..’
He left the moment I discovered how fun it is to tease you. ㅋㅋㅋ I'm just kidding, hyung, please don't cry.
@masokai / cutie
too late.. i’m already crying, do you want to see my tears? so you can tell me i look even uglier? i already know you think i’m extra ugly when i cry.ㅠㅠ
Who knows! Am I being sincere? Am I pulling your leg? Life is cruel and a mystery. ㅋㅋ Did I sound as dramatic as you saying that, hyung?
@masokai / cutie
wow.. you almost did sound as dramatic as me.ㅋㅋ i guess that means you are pulling my leg! you’re a jerk.. ㅠㅠ where did my sweet jonginnie go?
Just kidding, ugly. ㅋㅋ No, I'm not, don't worry. You look really good. A little bit.
@masokai / cutie
i knew it was too good to be true.. ah. ㅠㅠ what do you mean, ‘a little bit’? i look really good or only a little bit good? make up your mind, kim jongin!
I'm just surprised you're working this hard.. Look at you, consistently working out. ㅋㅋㅋ Haven't slacked off once. You look good, hyung. You seem more confident now.
@masokai / cutie
is this the part where you’re going to say ‘just kidding hyung!’ and call me ugly? ㅠㅠ this is the first time you’ve said i look good.. i will remember this moment for the rest of my life.
Your arms are bigger than my head, what the heck!!
@masokai / cutie
are you really complaining? ㅋㅋ i mean.. let me show off a little!
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I like it when it hurts. Tear me to shreds. Dig your nails in deeper. Build me up again. Please bruise me. I want to feel alive.
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