i wanna be the very best.

#203 Girafarig Lee Sungyeol Long Neck Pokémon Type: Normal/Psychic Nature: Quiet Characteristic: Highly curious ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲

[hdxchanshik]

As every iota of breath was knocked out of a corporeal form by both words and embrace gifted from the bearer of the name scrawled across his heart, the young man’s spirit soared on blissful, if somewhat shocked, currents. Apologies had been counted on by the nervous fellow and yet, he only received positive responses to the problem he’d been so worried about for years. Surreptitiously, Chanshik pinched his side, half afraid he was dreaming in bed at home. When pain passed through nerves, a wholly appropriate, dreamy grin crossed his features and arms eagerly slid around the others waist, face suddenly bearing the brunt of shy feelings buried in the side of his best friend’s neck. It was far more than he’d dared to hope for. Sungyeol liked him too, a lot even! Tears almost threatened to spill from between sooty lashes, delighted heart feeling lodged in his throat and palms drifting lazily along a lengthy spine. If only just for a moment longer, he desired simply enjoying the pleasant glow shared feelings left him with.

What should he say or do? He hadn’t planned for this at all. Pulling back, but not letting go, as Chanshik rather doubted his ability to relinquish whatever tenuous grasp he had on Sungyeol, physical or otherwise, to look into a favorite pair of eyes, cheeks flushed and head inclined slightly bearing a warm smile. “Immediately? This.” Fingers tenderly supported the younger male’s neck as he carefully meshed their mouths together, opening up slowly and deepening the kiss before letting go to continue bashfully. “Let’s be together. I know we already hang out a lot, but I mean, if you want to, we can go on a bunch of proper romantic dates and stuff like that.” Though, thinking on it, traditional dating fare didn’t really seem at all the geeky gamers style and would gladly be abandoned in favor of takeout and nights spent at home with a controller in each of their hands. And maybe lots of kissing and cuddling, a guy could dream. “This is a pretty awful way to ask too and I’ll be happy to do it properly one day.” A single, deep breath expanded healthy lungs as he steeled himself. “Sungyeol, I really, really like and want to be with you, if you’ll have me.”

[exhdxsungyeol]

Arms remained around Chanshik, allowing himself to submerge into the moment they were having. Sungyeol couldn't help in smiling to himself, as he felt the other hide in his neck, connecting the action to a similar moment at the Halloween circus. It was difficult to imagine his friend being shy, like himself, but even a stray moment was adorable. Though he was rather confused, having only come to realization a few instances prior, there was no ignoring that this, and any other time they had come to embrace, it simply felt right. Even someone as dimwitted as the space-case genius could tell the differences in between hugging a friend and hugging Chanshik. And it was completely obvious now, that there was a name put to his feelings. Sungyeol certainly felt like a lucky guy for the first time in his not terrible, but completely drab, existence. Just being able to share emotions and small affections with the other was enough to make him feel as if he were floating on air. Even if things were to remain as they currently were, he'd be more than fine with it.

Gosh, Chanshik was really attractive. The knowledge of what caused his skin to feel like liquid, when he looked into his companion's eyes, did not make this any easier to accept. But cheeks flecked over with pink and a dreamy gaze was more than enough to make Sungyeol's heart pound painfully against his chest. It only became worse, once palms grazed his neck, and lips were gifted with yet another kiss. Eyes fluttered shut, attempting to concentrate on movements and copy them. Unfortunately, it didn't work as well as he'd quite like, his kisses sloppy and awkward, but hopefully they'd have more time to work on his technique, so he could be good enough to receive such shows of devotion. When an offer to be romantic partners was made, Sungyeol could have sworn he swallowed his tongue. Already large eyes widened in surprise, completely taken aback by why this wonderful, amazing person would ever want someone like him. "R-really? ...You'd want to date me?" Face buried itself in the warm expanse that was Chanshik's chest, muttering, "I w-want to be with you too..." Already, his brain was swarming with ideas of potential date ideas, wondering about all the possibilities they could get up to, with new titles attached to their names.

[hdxminyoongi-blog]

vampires will never hurt you → [ lsy + myg ]

[hdxminyoongi-blog]

"You look like you just lost a billion won," Yoongi teased in greeting the moment Sungyeol opened the door, "but don’t worry! This’ll be worse. Much worse." A grin graced his lips, pushing his eyes up into crescent moons, and he took his entrance, squeezing the other’s shoulder with one hand in the process. He’d been expecting the night to be an interesting one (from his point of view) since Sungyeol almost impulsively invited him over, and, just one minute in, he already knew it would be. 

Originally, he even contemplated recording the whole night because he was sure his friends reactions would be more than comical enough for his channel — but he decided to be a good friend. For now, anyway. So that’s how he finds himself dressed casually, an old gray hoodie above black sweatpants, shrugging off his backpack onto the couch.

"So is that a yes to Five Nights or? I mean, I’m sure you’ll love it — there’s cute animals and everything," he said, trying to remain placid, only to crack a smile, nearly laughing at his own jest when he finished his sentence. The unzipping of his backpack filled the short silence and warm hands found his laptop (pre-loaded with a bunch of indie horror games for Sungyeol’s enjoyment) and set it on the couch before fishing out a few DVD’s (horror films and console games, of course).

With a smooth turn on his heels and his mischievous grin still in tact, he faced his friend, waving the DVD’s in his hand, and slapped his shoulder with the other, giving him another tight squeeze, "We can always go for a movie first, or whatever game you had in mind — up to you, dude, I mean it is your night.”

[exhdxsungyeol]

Maybe Sungyeol could have offered his friend a billion won, in order to make him leave, and conveniently forget that any of this had ever happened. Though with a money exchange that large, surely his parents would notice, and the thought of them getting seriously angry with him was more than enough to silence that urge. Why did he have to be competitive? Usually, it did well for him, but certainly not on this day. "Ha ha, very funny," he replied in his typical droll way. Sarcasm was not a trait Sungyeol was too familiar with, but he tried on occasion, usually only to be pat on the head, like a dog or child.

Nervously, he hovered near the other, watching him fish out first a laptop, then various cases, which all seemed only to spell out his doom. "Mhm... yeah, Five Nights looks really... fun," he muttered, mostly to himself, his stomach already seeming to fall to his feet.

When the YouTuber mentioned movies, eyebrows quirked upwards in concern, "I don't remember us saying anything about movies, Yoongi. Are you sure you're prepared for the inevitable sight of a grown man crying? It's really not pretty, I assure you." Sweaty palms rubbed against the front of slacks, attempting to appear more calm than he felt, and he could tell he was doing a pitiful job at it already.

"Uhm... we can do whatever you want. It might be my night, but I don't particularly care how I'll be dying, so..." Sungyeol attempted to glare at Yoongi, but the stare was no more intimating than a disgruntled kitten. That expression he was wearing, it meant that he was looking forward to all the pain he would be going through, and he knew better than anyone, that he would give him satisfaction. Because if the anxiety coursing through his veins was already this bad, it would definitely only get worse, once they actually started playing something.

[hdxkmyungsoo-deactivated2015011]

reconnect. | myungsoo x sungyeol

Myungsoo bit his lip, slamming his head against his desk in frustration. He couldn’t believe he had made this password different from all of his others! He was so dumb as a 14 year old boy, what could his password possibly have been?

username: kmyung password: ******** (black313)

Myungsoo furrowed his brows at the screen which displayed he had successfully entered his password. He couldn’t believe it had just been his favorite color and his birthdate, he must be a hacker’s dream come true.

He smiled as he browsed through the forum he had frequented during his High School days. It was a general forum for Anime geeks which had helped Myungsoo identify with other Korean teenagers just like him around the world who loved anime. Just because he had a “typical pretty boy” face most people in his school laughed when they found out he loved anime, thinking that he was “too good for it”. Myungsoo still didn’t really understand the negative stereotype behind being an anime fan, what was wrong with escaping to a world where he could forget about all of his problems? Myungsoo found anime to be a beautiful escape for him. 

The forum had died a few years back, most users moving on in their lives and no longer active, it was almost tragically beautiful. It was like as if he was looking in a time capsule, except Myungsoo knew the reality that in a few years the domain would probably disappear along with all his memories. Looking down at the chat box, he noticed one other lonely soul that must have been reminiscing in their own memories. Myungsoo grinned, clicking on the name…

kmyung: hey i guess i’m not the only guy on here looking back on the past huh? :P kmyung: wait… kmyung: holy shit kmyung: sungyeol? is this you? kmyung: holy shit sungyeol it’s been years! how are you?!

[exhdxsungyeol]

While Sungyeol had no penchant for remembering birthdays or phone numbers, despite his photographic memory, he could remember every password he had ever come up with, since he started using the internet. It was much easier for him to find friends, and people with alike minds, behind the glow of a computer screen. Plus, speaking through text was significantly simpler than speaking to another face-to-face. He was aware of the fact that he was an introverted type, but it didn't bother him any, preferring to embrace it instead. When nostalgia hit the genius, he could find himself browsing through old haunts, and today, he was visiting an old anime forum, from his days in the United States.

Back then, while he knew English, the only craving Sungyeol had was to speak to someone in his native language. He had never been very good at making friends, while at home, and it was even more difficult, in a completely foreign environment. Which was why he gave up, before allowing him to truly try. Typing in Hangul, and finding others his age, and knowing what anime was currently popular, it filled him with a sense of home, that not even his weekly talk with his parents, or a phone call with his best friend, could give him.

The emptiness of said forum did not surprise Sungyeol, but it did sadden him a bit, having spent a good chunk of hours in the place. He knew the site would disappear soon, and that no one would remember his or its existence anymore. But being a sentimental sort, he couldn't help but to type out a goodbye message in the chat box. And, as soon, as his mouse hovered over the log out button, someone started speaking to him, causing delight to swarm up in his eyes. It was even better, when he realized that it was someone he knew, a friend.

ashketchum: Myungsoo! ashketchum: How are you?! ^^ ashketchum: I've been great, actually. I finally moved back to Seoul from the United States. ashketchum: It's so nice being able to see a familiar face!

[hdxchanshik]

Owlish blinks were all the reaction he allowed as teeth clamped tight upon a cacophony of giggles that threatened to escape at any second. Despite his wishes, a single brow inched upwards before he asked in only slightly feigned astonishment, “Lee Sungyeol, do you think I’m hot?” Then the battle was lost and raucous chuckles spilled forth as forehead leaned against the taller male’s shoulder for support. The time required for him to wind down was far too long to be acceptable but repentant grin begged forgiveness. “I’m sorry. You’re way too cute for your own good, I swear.” Deep breath expanded healthy lungs and fingers beginning to show the wear of hard work rubbed at the back of his neck. “Describe it for you, huh? Okay, I think I can handle that, but this might take a while.” Digits wrapped around a wrist and gently tugged Sungyeol along to sit down next to him. Intertwining their fingers, Chanshik sat in silence for a minute or two, simply staring at their hands while contemplating how to properly describe something so intricate.

"It’s almost like being sick, I guess. But not in a bad way!" The young man began slowly, thumbs running along the surface of plush skin. "Just hearing your voice can make my chest hurt and pulse race. When I see you, touch you, it hits my stomach." One hand pressed against his abdomen while line of sight rose to warily study cherished companions expression. Of course, he trusted his best friend implicitly and knew there was nothing to fear in the way of being laughed at or ridiculed for feeling the way he did. That didn’t keep the aforementioned organ from feeling like it was tied in ever tightening knots. "Even when you’re not with me, I want to hold you and it only gets worse when you are. Every little squeak, blush and attempt at return flirting that comes from you makes me feel warm and dizzy." Shaking an inky topped head, the corners of lips turning the barest of hints upwards, he ended, "I could go on all day, but that about sums it up. I think everybody’s a little different too, my case happens to be pretty bad."

[exhdxsungyeol]

For a moment, there was only the awkward silence of Chanshik trying to keep himself together, and the younger became mildly concerned, as to why he wasn't speaking. Then, when he did, realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Oh... is that what finding someone 'hot' meant? He thought his friend was 'hot'. Okay. Things were beginning to finally make sense. Yet Sungyeol could not allow his friend to act so smug and guffaw at him in such a way, so he gave him a light punch to the shoulder and an irritated look. "I'm not even gonna answer that, you jerk--" he said, though the slight quivering in his voice probably revealed the true answer anyway. This was all very serious and confusing to him, and he had no idea why the other found it so amusing. But thankfully, his request was being given in to, which caused the male's slight annoyance to subside. After being led to a nearby couch, and their fingers subsequently intertwined together, Sungyeol couldn't help but to allow butterflies to attack at his insides once again.

His eyes gazed upon the small affection dreamily, as he listened to Chanshik speak on the subject that had been bothering him for weeks now. When he compared it to being sick, pupils dilated in shock, having felt quite ill, since their time spent together at the Halloween circus. Even a few moments ago, he felt the need to call a doctor and explain to them his symptoms. But maybe the cause had been the person next to him all along. With each passing word, a relieved grin widened, finally feeling satisfied in knowing what the name of his ailment was. Everything Chanshik mentioned, Sungyeol had felt it as well, at one time or another. Arms threw themselves around the other's shoulders, squeezing him tighter than probably recommended. "Okay. Then I definitely like you too, and apparently, I like you a lot? Since our cases seem to be along the same lines." He nuzzled into the other's shoulder, happy to know he wasn't alone in this, but also wondering what was supposed to happen next. Fingers curled up into the material of his friend's shirt, finding the action comforting, as he allowed himself to speak his concerns out loud. "So, what do we do now?"

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[hdxchanshik]

Slim fingers coursed through chestnut tresses in an attempt at soothing what appeared to be quite ruffled nerves. “That’s because you’re oblivious, but I’m way too obvious, so it works out.” Eyes widened for an instant before settling fondly on his companion as return kiss was presented with words he’d longed to hear. Well no, perhaps not the exact words he’d been silly enough to fantasize about spilling from between tantalizing lips. Chanshik wasn’t expecting miracles, however, and whatever positive reactions he could get were wonderful. Squeezing his best friend tighter than probably recommended, he couldn’t help turning up a smile to its highest voltage and aiming directly at Sungyeol. “You don’t have to say that. I’d like you and want to be your friend still even if you don’t.” Looking everywhere but at his best friend, he admitted, “I honestly wasn’t going to tell you, at least not today, but… you’re special and I don’t want to be confusing or for you to think I’m like this with anyone else. It’s only you.”

Of course, he had always hoped his feelings would be returned, but rushing or making the timid gamer uncomfortable wasn’t something he was willing to sacrifice for his own selfish happiness. Softly sighing, inky topped head leaned in to brush against the shell of an ear, cooing, “And there’s no bad feelings allowed! If you don’t know how, I volunteer to teach you absolutely everything.” The reminder that Chanshik was still the only person Sungyeol had kissed flooded him with warmth anew until his whole body felt shades of pink. Low chuckles with the barest hint of a mischievous plot underlying their cadence escaped pert lips before they met with the plump pair again. “If I said I’d happily kiss you for the rest of the day, would you hold it against me?” Pausing for a beat, the naughtiest of the pair amended, “Hm, wait, that’s not how it goes. If I said you have a nice body, would you hold it against me? Both are relevant.” He was nothing if not persistent and optimistic.

[exhdxsungyeol]

How did a person explain to another that until a few weeks ago, they had thought themselves to be incapable of romantic feelings at all? Even the logical male could understand joy and sadness, but liking someone? That was more foreign to him than being able to understand art or music. "No... I... I've just never felt this way before, so I don't want that say I feel the same way, when I'm not entirely positive. You know I don't lie," Sungyeol offered with a sheepish chuckle, hoping to somewhat amuse the other, "Tell me what it's like for you, and maybe I'll understand better?" While being cute was yet another thing the younger possessed no knowledge of, he tried his best to bat his lashes adoringly at Chanshik, knowing this was the technique he used, when he wished to have his way. The admission coming from his friend's mouth, that he was special and no one else received the same sort of attention, eased Sungyeol momentarily. Jealousy was not an emotion he considered himself familiar with, but he knew that was the name of the oil which slicked the edges of his stomach, when he thought about the elder kissing someone else.

Immediately, blush rushed back to puffy cheeks, once words were laid against his ear, and his grip tightened on the other's shirt. "I-I wouldn't be completely adverse to that--" A squeak escaped him, as he realized he had spoken such a thought out loud. It seemed Chanshik had a deeper effect on him than he could have thought possible. He truly felt weak in the knees, when his tone lowered purposefully and those mismatched eyes sparkled in his direction. But then the male started speaking in riddles again, and he could only tilt his head to the side in confusion. "Why would I hold that against you? I'd believe you were strange for feeling that way, but you're allowed to, I suppose." With a gulp, Sungyeol quietly admitted, "I'd kiss you for as long as you wish, and I think you have an... aesthetically pleasing body, as well." Oh dear. He was never going to get the hang of this whole flirting ordeal, he could already tell.

[hdxchanshik]

Even though he’d resigned himself to this moment, a confession so that he could be told no and perhaps they could move on from it, perfectly healthy muscle felt caged in a vise rather than mere bones and tissue, squeezing until he was certain it would never pound again. He’d prepared for that, but delicate fingers plucking at his sleeve were wholly unexpected and brows furrowed, questioning gaze locked on the other. Unbidden, a small flare of hope ignited at the tiny, yet encouraging gesture. Sungyeol’s next words only served to fan the flame until Chanshik felt like he was going to burn away entirely. Shock kept brain from immediately reacting, but thankfully, his body seemed totally capable of handling the situation without any guidance. Arms slipped easily around the taller man, drawing him closer as head inclined to nudge their mouths together once more. The simple contact of the slow kiss sent sparks arcing across his every atom.

Hands splayed across lengthy back, fingertips working against the surface. Hopelessly, the arcade owner had dreamed about being in this exact embrace hundreds of times over the years, but the reality was even more addicting and intoxicating than he’d ever imagined. Exploratory tongue glided along bottom lip before being replaced with a tender nip. Chanshik was losing control and didn’t care in the slightest, because Sungyeol had asked him to. Little pecks were pressed again and again to a deemed utterly perfect mouth as he murmured, “Sorry— I should stop.” Despite good intentions, that appeared to be easier said than done and lips journeyed to continue laying adoration on his partner’s jawline, hands shifting their grip to soft waist. With great difficulty the scamp relinquished cherished contact, bearing a sheepish smile. “I’ve just wanted to do this for so long.” Hesitating briefly and revealing uncharacteristic uncertainty, he asked before holding his breath, “Does that mean you don’t mind?”

[exhdxsungyeol]

Never would Sungyeol have thought that a time would come, where he'd enjoy the feeling of not being able to think clearly. While in Chanshik's arms, his brain became nothing more than muddy heat, keeping him from processing anything more than being held. Shaking limbs wrapped around the elder's neck, a gulp lodging itself in his throat, as he prepared himself for the welcoming confusion that was his best friend's lips. Not even expectation could aid the inexperienced male, having only received simple pecks at this point, and though the more lingering and slow kisses felt good (miraculous even), Sungyeol could do nothing more than gift them with weak elementary-level moves. His heart, which had already been racing at its utmost speed, skipped a handful of beats, when tongue and teeth were used as a weapon against his ever-weakening defenses. It's super effective! A critical hit! Sungyeol blacked out!

A whimper escaped him, as the other pulled away, only to press much affections onto his undeserving skin. Each passing second did nothing to tame a growing burn in the the pit of his stomach, or the splashes of red coating his cheeks. Fingers gripped at the front of Chanshik's shirt, not quite ready to relinquish his hold on him, as he attempted to formulate words, but not even the expanse of seven languages could properly convey his feelings. "Really? I... had no idea," shy face buried itself into Chanshik's shoulder, willing himself to breathe and calm down, before muttering, "I don't mind. I just... feel bad, because I don't know how to do it, and you're so good." In a rare moment of boldness, Sungyeol raised up to chastely kiss the corner of inviting mouth. He thought about avoiding the subject of whispered confessions, but he decided to be honest instead, "And... I-I... I think I like you too." It seemed he was still unable to come to terms with whatever resided in his now aching chest, but he felt this for only Chanshik -- that had to mean something, right?

[hdxchanshik]

Chanshik rarely allowed pessimistic thoughts to cloud his conscious, or he’d probably be an absolute mess right then, trembling like a leaf. Instead, cocky grin tilted lips and he held out a single piece of candy. “I knew I could count on you! Alright, open up and say ah.” His own mouth parted as though he were a loving parent attempting to convince his child to eat their veggies until the other did as he asked. “Good, now on the count of three, we’ll do it.” As the bearer of an occasionally childish demeanor, he struggled not to laugh and took position. “One.” Meticulously the steps to his simple plan received another mental run through. The young man knew this would probably be his last chance ever to properly kiss Lee Sungyeol and, while their first would always be memorable and sweet (at least to him); he desperately wanted to show an improved ability. “Two.”

And then digits carefully pulled at the cookie stick, retrieving it from luscious target and arm swooped around to swiftly encircle Sungyeol’s waist while his other hand busied itself cupping sweet face, thumb running along a cheek. Thin lips that had craved this desperately for far too long brushed against their fuller match, hesitating but a millisecond before moving insistently. A racing heart crashed like thunder in enlarged ears as lithe form was engulfed in phantom butterflies. Since Chanshik would rather give up the bittersweet moment than be pushed away, as he was afraid would happen when shock wore off, eyes fluttered open to focus abashedly on the floor while moving back.

“I know because I do.” Giving himself enough time to recover from whispered admission, Chanshik flashed a rueful smile that didn’t reach bistre eyes at his best friend. “But don’t worry, I’m not… we’re just friends and that’s cool. I love being your friend!”

[exhdxsungyeol]

He felt incredibly stupid, as soon as Chanshik requested for him to open his mouth, yet he complied, even going so far as to say 'ahhh', like he would during his visits to the doctor in his youth. With eyes locked determinedly on the other's face, Sungyeol listened carefully, willing his usually slow response time to fail him, so he would not in turn fail the elder. But the number three is never spoken, and instead an arm is wrapped around his waist. His brain had been left completely in the dust, and there was no time to react in any way, but to grip loosely at the front of the other's shirt. When lips pressed to his, a fluttery stomach lurched, and he was immediately transported back to the day they separated ten years ago. Red rushed to puffy cheeks, and eyes remained opened, much like his useless stiff mouth.

It's not until his friend pulled away, that Sungyeol allowed himself to finally close his eyes, a single, torrid breath escaping him. Fists tightened and untightened at his sides, willing the strange feeling of heat to dissipate, and for Chanshik to come back into his arms. Never had he thought about asking for more, thinking he didn't deserve it or that he didn't actually want it, but something pulled him forward, hand gripping at the ends of a sleeve, like an attention-starved child. "Wait... C-Chanshik," he murmured, heart crashing within the confines of his rib cage, and he was pretty sure he was feeling all the symptoms of a heart attack, "will y-you kiss me again?" Having no idea how to do it himself, Sungyeol stood still, eyes glued to the floor, waiting for the other to hopefully make his move yet again. These feelings, they were unnamed, but even the ignorant male could tell now that they were caused by, and were all for, Chanshik.

[hdxchanshik]

Inky topped head was quickly shaken to the negative in reassurance. “No, of course not! I wasn’t expecting anything.” Digits tugged at an earlobe, with a grimace as he contemplated how to explain. “Um, I don’t think friends do this sort of thing either, actually.” The elder decided to let Sungyeol take that however he wanted for now and if pressed for clarification, would simply figure it out when that time came. Eyebrows arched as he entered his own line of questioning. “Are you busy or can I come in? There’s actually an experiment I was hoping you’d help me with, since I’m free for the holiday. Sorry for not asking first.” Though not as much as he should’ve been, since the possibility of the other not being home meant Chanshik wouldn’t have to go through with another harebrained scheme.

An unbecoming snort heralded affront at his friend’s unknowingly false statements. “You’re the dumb one! I happen to know for a fact that’s not true. Despite what you think, and I do appreciate your vote of confidence, I’m not some kind of ladies man Lothario out hitting the town, okay?” Softly sighing, he immediately brightened up, shoving the box into Sungyeol’s hands and placing his own pair on shoulders. “Anyways, everyone keeps saying if two people hold the very tips of a stick Pepero in each of their mouths and nod at exactly the same time, it will break perfectly in half. I want to see, but alas, I am only one person.”  Dramatically lying a palm over his heart, the scamp sniffled a bit and batted back pretend tears for dramatic effect.

[exhdxsungyeol]

Well, at least Chanshik hadn't expected anything from him, and it was for the best, considering his forgetful attitude. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as he contemplated the other's words, which might as well have been in a language, he actually didn't know, most of the time. "Are you saying we're not friends?" he pouted, completely missing the deeper meaning. But the misunderstanding fluttered away from the flighty male's thoughts, at the mention of an experiment, and he slid to the side, allowing his friend entrance into his apartment. "You know I'm always up for experiments, and you don't have to apologize either. As far as I'm concerned, you might as well live here with me."

A doubting smirk coated Sungyeol's features, as the other went on on yet another one of his strange tangents. They didn't share any of the same contacts, so there was a large lack of truth behind Chanshik's statements. Besides, it was impossible for anyone to feel that way about him, of all people. "Sure... whatever you say, Chanshik," he replied in a mocking tone. When the gift is placed in his hands, he fiddled with the bow, finally realizing that it was in his favorite color. He couldn't help but wonder why his friend went to all the trouble of remembering every little thing about him. This thought was only multiplied, when he saw his favorite candies dotting the chocolate covered cookie sticks. "Ah... I forgot to say thank you--" he muttered, as he wrapped his arms around the other, bringing into him a tight hug. The experiment sounded completely silly, and like something you could easily Google the results to, but Sungyeol never could say no to that face. "Okay, I'll help you!"

[hdxwoohee-deactivated20141116]

❝【 ᴛʜɪᴇᴠᴇʀʏ 】— ❞

Her anxiety had bundled up in her stomach and she felt like she couldn’t breathe, but it was a good kind of suffocating; it was excitement. She experience the sensation every single time she was placed out on solo patrol— of course, another officer was never too far away but the independence was exhilarating.

Yes citizens, this white uniform does look great on me and I am here to protect you!

Unfortunately, due to her rookie status, she was often given the quietest hours in the most docile of areas. She couldn’t complain, for each step she took wearing this badge was one closer to her dream of becoming a detective. She not only wanted to fight the crimes; but solve them. This ambition often ruled Woohee’s life and while it was sometimes overwhelming and stressful, it drove her onwards. It encouraged her to graduated with incredible grades, to pursue a degree of criminal justice and to complete police academy. She was a model rookie; a model rookie who couldn’t help but have a bounce in her step as she patrolled the streets. 

She didn’t expect to ever be approached for actual help. Sometimes, school children would wave to her or ask her if she had a gun, and other times she would help older ladies cross the bustling streets. But today, fate had something a little unexpected in store for the rookie cop, and Woohee was unprepared when a distressed individual with gleaming eyes approached her. 

      “Is something wrong?” 

[exhdxsungyeol]

For the longest time, Sungyeol had a fear of being mugged, but he never actually expected it to happen. It had been quick, and though the male with the nervous disposition had been frightened, he was alive, at least. Now that the situation was over, he couldn't recall whether the thief had a weapon on him or not. They had simply demanded his wallet, and like the dutiful child he was, he gave it up, without a word.

Thankfully, he never carried too much cash on him, and he canceled his credit cards, after panicking for fifteen minutes. Sweat collected on the surface of his skin, as he wondered exactly what he should do. For a moment, he thought about allowing the wallet to disappear from his life, then remembered what exactly was amongst its contents. Of course, he could always live without the money and replace the plastic that yelled of his immense wealth, but there were pictures of his family and Chanshik inside that wallet, not to mention the stray holographic Pokemon cards he kept for sentimental reasons (and less importantly, all his forms of identification).

Lost in a fog, Sungyeol found comfort in the sight of an uniformed woman not too far from where he was standing. With embarrassment coating his features and voice, he approached her and answered her question, "S-someone took my wallet about twenty minutes ago, ma'am. Can you help me get it back?" Another man might have refused to ask a female for assistance, but he had never been that sort of person. She was a cop, and that was all that mattered to him.

[exhdxsungyeol]

Sure, he could just settle for some plain chocolate Pepero, but being the diehard romantic that he was, laziness of that sort wouldn’t be tolerated. Thus a trip to the Bangsan Market was made where Chanshik could collect everything he’d need to craft his own special treats for a super special person. Bars of chocolate dipped Pepero lined up with gummy worms draped across and individual sticks rolled in a rainbow array of brightly colored Nerds were carefully fitted into a decorative box, tied with black velvet ribbon and a mini plush Axew keychain hanging from its bow..

A good five minutes was spent in front of the door to a Mirinae apartment, slight nervous jitters settling into brittle bones before the arcade owner could work up enough bravery to rap upon the portal. Brightly lit and crinkled eyes were all that was shown, however, as he held up his box. “Happy Pepero Day Sungyeol!” Then gaze shifted to the side, melancholy tainting vocal chords as the corners of lips dipped downwards. “I’m not too late and you’re already drowning in gifts, am I?

It was a good thing that Sungyeol was basically a homebody, otherwise he would have had to deal with the sight of couples sharing affection and candy, which was inherently gross to the dismissive of such things male. At least sales always did well at his parents' store on this day. It was the only reason why he was aware of the holiday at all, having completely forgotten about any happenings in South Korea, while in the United States. So, he certainly didn't expect, nor want, anything, and he definitely had no plans to do anything, besides level up his Pokemon team. Obviously, his priorities were on point.

When a knock sounded at his door, eyebrows raised in curiosity. No one ever came by, except Chanshik to make sure their shared fish were fed, but that was usually in the evenings, and he always sent a flurry of texts to warn of his arrival. He was not surprised to see the other, when the door is opened, but he was surprised to see the wrapped box in his hands. The words bring him about to more feelings of confusion, that were typical lately with his friend. "Happy Pepero Day, Chanshik! I didn't know friends did this too... Should I have gotten you something? I'm sorry--" Then eyes and hands landed on the keychain, cooing adoration to the green lizard, who always reminded him of his comrade. "Don't be stupid, no one likes me like that. I bet lots of girls sent you all kinds of things though!"

[ninichu-deactivated]

infinite 313/365 ∞ sungyeol 45/52

[hdxchanshik]

Let Me Take You Out | LSY &GCS

[hdxchanshik]

Brows furrowed as he turned a narrowed gaze upon his best friend. What was so hard to understand? The obviousness of his needy and blatant actions had soared right off the charts. Then again, Sungyeol was quite possibly the most oblivious person on the planet. But all features softened, eyes widening to dangerous levels with his incredulous response to what happened next. For about fifteen seconds, he was pretty sure he died. No breath expanded lungs and every system in his body felt utterly frozen with the only sources of heat being wherever Sungyeol was touching him. Was that how it was supposed to feel, like you’re whole circulatory system had just kicked in again after remaining in one position too long? Puzzled wouldn’t cut it to describe Chanshik’s frame of mind as relinquished hands stole up flaming cheeks. Something told the elder Sungyeol hadn’t quite grasped his meaning. He hadn’t wanted be pushy or too forward, but perhaps a more direct approach was in order.

Flickering glance aimed towards the game before focusing back on his friend, mischievous smirk in full force. There was no desire to continue on with the competition anyway, honestly. “Let’s just forget it. There’s only one more thing I wanted to do.” Roving fingers traipsed carefree down Sungyeol’s side to rest solitary palm on hip. With a plan already firmly in mind, husky voice cooed while he leaned closer, reusing his method from earlier with a twist to whisper. “Then how about we get out of here, gorgeous?” This time the kiss he planted on smooth skin wasn’t a barely there one, but full-fledged and what he hoped was poignant. It wasn’t a line or even an approach he had any experience with, so the odds that it would work were rather slim. Truthfully, the scamp had been mildly concerned with his ability to resist kissing Sungyeol’s lips and getting rejected right there, but willpower had cut him some slack.

Without elucidating the formula to his desired solution, Chanshik ambled over to the Ping Pong Fishbowl, heart crashing in his ears. Deciding not to take any chances, he slapped enough money for six balls on the counter and took careful aim, lobbing each sphere with determination. It was harder than it looked, but he kept throwing even after winning one fish to net a pair. Effervescent grin encompassed handsome features as he chirped, “Yes! Chanizard won’t be lonely with Pikayeol to keep him company.” Suddenly growing serious, index finger poked softly at the taller male’s chest. “And don’t you worry, I’ll be over every day to make sure all three of you get fed.” Inky locks tousled slightly as head shook in dismay at the lack of care his best friend so easily admitted giving himself. Things were carefully adjusted to loop his arm through the others. “Now, you’re going to need a tank, filter, and food, of course. We can order takeout for ourselves while we get them all set up if you’d like.”

[exhdxsungyeol]

It wasn't like Chanshik to want to drop a competition, of all things. Something had to be up for the other to simply disregard his win. But then Sungyeol's thoughts were pushed to the wind, once he felt the burn of his friend's fingers along his skin. Naturally, the shy male was completely clothed, yet the way goosebumps trailed after his friend's fingers, he could have sworn he was wearing nothing at all. Eyes fluttered shut, mostly in self-preservation, as lips pressed against him once again. It wasn't even that cold outside, but for some reason, he found himself shivering, despite the strange warmth that was to be found growing at the bottom of his stomach. "C-Chanshik..." he stammered, face redder than all the times he had to do public speaking combined, "Do you do this with all your friends?" In his sea of confusion, the thought stung at him, like a thousand needles, unwilling to loosen its grip around his now aching heart. He'd understood if it was that way, but something inside him wished to be special, and to be the only person receiving of affections, even if they weren't understood.

Still recovering from the physical and emotional attack on his being, Sungyeol stood to the side, while carefully watching Chanshik attempting at the one thing he truly wanted. Within the depths of his chest, his heartbeat lurched, and the oblivious genius couldn't help but wonder if he should visit a doctor soon. The symptoms he had felt tonight certainly couldn't be of typical means. When not one, but two, fish were won (for him, and for him alone), dazzled grin locked upon handsome features, utterly amazed by the display that he been presented, since they had stepped on circus grounds. Not even the chastising could dim Sungyeol's joy. Finally he had two pets to call his own, and his friend wouldn't allow them to die either. And, as he had always known, Chanshik kept his promises. "I think they like each other, don't you?" he asked childishly, adoring gaze locked upon the fishy duo dubbed with silly titles, completely unaware of the weight in his words, as per usual. 

As a gesture of thanks, chestnut topped head leaned in against broad shoulder, not sure whether he currently felt strong enough to gift the other another kiss. Besides, he wouldn't want Chanshik to come down with whatever he had too. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot." But he left out the part where he had forgotten to eat that day and was on the verge of starvation. His friend's company still felt more important than whatever mere living needs he had though. "Are we ready to go now?" Impatient as always, Sungyeol hardly waited for an answer, before tugging the other along towards the entrance. "Tonight was a lot of fun! We should go out more often. But I'll make sure to beat you next time." Typically, the passive young man was only competitive when it came to video games, and things were only different around the arcade owner, who ignited a pleasant fire within his insides.

[hdxminyoongi-blog]

vampires will never hurt you → [ lsy + myg ]

Video games hold a special meaning to Yoongi. They’re the reason he ever started his channel, after all. He still plays games weekly, mainly for his channel, but he’s far from a true gamer anymore — that title belongs to a friend named Lee Sungyeol.

Imagine his surprise, then, when he finds that the ‘true avid gamer’ of his friends manages to avoid an entire genre of video games because of personal fear.

In all fairness, it is Sungyeol. He should expect as much.

Still, that’s how he finds himself, black backpack shrugged on filled with his laptop, a few horror games and films, leaning against the wall next to Sungyeol’s door. He knocks three times, waits two seconds before he gets easily impatient and yells,

"Lee Sungyeol open the door! You’re the one that asked me to do this, it’s too late to back out now! We’ll even start with something not so scary — Five Nights at Freddy’s?"

[exhdxsungyeol]

For as long as he could remember, Sungyeol had played video games. In his opinion, he had been born during the media form's prime, so there was no way he couldn't have become obsessed. As soon as hands gripped at a Super Nintendo controller for the first time, and the intro to Super Mario World started up, he was hooked.

Now, at twenty-four, and despite his scientific prowess, his chosen career choice had led him down the road of a video game designer. It was his dream job, and he couldn't be happier with anything else, but that certainly didn't mean he was as well-rounded as he would like to be. Also, for about as long as he could remember, horror video games were well-renowned, whether it be Silent Hill, Resident Evil or Fatal Frame. Yet, as a self-admitted 'scaredy cat', Sungyeol refused to touch any of them.

When he relayed this fact to his friend, Min Yoongi, he never expected that he'd actually invite the other over to his place for a marathon of sorts. And now, that the day had arrived, Sungyeol found himself, with his forehead pressed against his door frame, wondering why he had ever spoken up at all. Abrasive knocks were ignored, while the nervous male reconsidered his entire state of being.

Five Nights at Freddy's? Not so scary? He had attempted to watch Yoongi's own attempt at the game, and after watching thirty seconds behind the safety of his palms, he clicked out of the tab, and slept with the lights on. But with a defeated sigh, he opened the door, not wanting to allow the YouTuber to become angry with him.

"Let's just get this over with--" he blustered out, stepping to the side, so that he may come in.

[bvllct-blog]

ballistic,

Here’s to his aching bones and withering sinews: another fight that smells like the crippling euphoria, scribbled all over the insides of the rundown establishment as he steps into it. The pungent smell of decadence is something that he’s been longing to inhale on a daily basis, and now that he’s finally enshrouded by it, he’s content.

This is where he belongs; this is where he is no longer scavenging for a place where he can put his limbs, no longer folding himself into papier-mâché origami and setting himself ablaze just because he needs a place to rest. This is where he belongs; not in a glass room filled with scattered prints, smudging his fingers with the dreams that are never his to realize. Somewhere at the back of his head is the image of him, black-haired and clad in clothes too starched for his liking, attending the long hours of monotony that he’s never learned to imbibe (he choked and he choked and he choked but no one cared).

On the mirror covered in debris and thin fissures, he runs a hand through his blonde strands, dark roots peeking and reminding him that he needs to retouch it with the cheap dye from the convenience store down at the end of the street. He despises the routine, despises reminding himself of the paradox that juxtaposes the presence and absence of care. And maybe the former is the dominant factor, much to his dismay.

He cares, that’s why he does it. He cares, but this isn’t about sole appearance. (There’s a memory of the words written across his locker flickering at the back of his head, knowing the locker is shared but the derogatory terms directed straight at someone with skin too pale and a face too naïve. Hair too bright, too fluorescent, too promiscuous.) He cares, but it’s not something that he’d like to admit—not even to himself.

Here’s to his restless sleep and knuckles wrapped in gauze: another fight that renders him alight with the ripples of thrill, weaving respite into every corner of his being. Bare feet against the frail wooden plane, drops of sweat that almost causes him to slip several times. Naked exposures to flesh and bones. Skin is a canvas for his splatter of black and blue, waiting for him to paint it across with his hands. The reek of copper invites him to dinner and he’s hungry, hungry, hungry. His stomach is rumbling and he moves faster. (He’s thirsty, too, and the audience can tell by how he licks the blood from the corner of his mouth.) This is his feast—what he’s learned to down, what he’s learned to devour.

When the fight is over, he wipes the residue of the succulence that drip from his chin with the back of his hand.

And when all that’s left is the remainder of the cacophony that throbbed against his eardrums, his body is crooked again, parched from the delight to which that he’s grown addicted. Shoulders slouched, lonely fingers pushed into the pockets of his jacket, hood drawn to evade the possible curiosity for that’s what his face would attract at the moment, drawing it like moths to flames.

[exhdxsungyeol]

It wasn't like Sungyeol to venture out, after sunset, being practically the opposite of a vampire. Yet moonlight didn't sting at his skin, he was simply frightened of what lurked in the dark, even going so far as to use a nightlight, in his adult age. But that didn't stop him from being the pure, pristine son he was, and showing up to work on time.

Ever since he was young, peers had teased him for being too good, too obedient. He hadn't understood then, and he surely didn't understand now. Where was the wrong in following the path set out of him and not minding it? These were the thoughts that stained a typically clouded equilibrium, as he watched moonlight spill over on Seoul streets. Night time was no different, certainly not any more comforting in his hometown, than it was back in the United States. 

But he preferred this to that, though if you asked him why, he couldn't tell you the reason, just as he couldn't tell you the reason why he carried stray pieces of candy in his pocket at all times or found joy in a handheld gaming system's lit screen.

Quite unnaturally afraid of human contact, especially with those that remained in the shadows, Sungyeol sidestepped by every person he passed, anxiety tightening within the depths of his stomach. He had never been mugged before, but with soft features and spectacles lining his eyes and won lining his wallet, while donned in prim and pressed expensive clothing, he knew he was a prime target for such a venture. And, he also knew that he was the sort of person who'd allow it to happen, rather than making his debut as a costumed vigilante later on in life.

So, when he collided with another, having been distracted for a moment by the items occupying his coat and mind, he squeaked out an apology and jumped out of their way, prepared to run as fast and far as long, but mostly useless, limbs could carry him. "I'm s-sorry, please don't--" he blurted out nonsensically, palms covering his face, as if he was watching a horror film, rather than face to face with a real life stranger, that more than likely meant him no harm whatsoever.

But then, widened eyes laid upon the other's features and the red staining the corner of their mouth, causing a caretaker's urges to kick in. Immediately, regretting whatever he had said moments prior, he spoke up again, throat feeling as if it had been stuffed with cotton, "Are you okay?"

Without waiting for the person to respond, shaking fingers dug out a packet of tissues, and dabbed at the wound. It was easy to notice the other harms done to their skin, when this close in proximity to them. Maybe they had been the ones that had been mugged and Sungyeol was merely a judgmental asshole. "What happened? Do you need me to call a doctor?" he cooed, unable to stop from doting, very much like his own mother would do to him, when he scraped his knee during his youth.

[exhdxsungyeol]

14, 30, 39

14.) Who is your celebrity crush?

Uhm... I don't keep up with celebrities... does Misty from Pokemon count?

30.) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

As far as I know, no! It doesn't sound very fun though, so I'm glad my presence doesn't mean very much to people.

39.) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Playing Fantasy Life. I need something to pass the time, until Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire comes out.

[exhdxsungyeol]

8, 16, 23

8.) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Wishing I was back inside.

16.) Do you have a collection of anything?

I collect anything and everything to do with Pokemon! Also anime figurines, plushies, video games, comics... too much stuff, acutally.

23.) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

Uhh... I don't think I actually have one. The United States was okay, though I did miss my friend. So, I guess a place without him isn't one I'm terribly fond of.