i wanna be the very best.

#203 Girafarig Lee SungyeolLong Neck PokémonType: Normal/Psychic Nature: Quiet Characteristic: Highly curiousNineteen. Pokémon Master. Biological Sciences. ✖ ✖ ✖

[hotteasweettea]

Angel Eyes © 1996 // GCS & LSY

Steam clouded the image in a small mirror that harbored a shaggy mop of onyx tresses framing high cheekbones, mismatched eyes and a lopsided grin. For someone who had a nonchalant attitude about most everything to do with his looks, the boy reflected was spending an awful lot of time and care on his appearance. The fringe of black bangs wouldn’t lay quite right, no matter how thin fingers fussed at them and over-sized ears appeared to be particularly on display today no matter his wishes otherwise.

Sighing in defeat, Chanshik stepped back to get as best a look he could at the whole picture he presented. Fancy threads were not a luxury that the youth splurged on, so it was typical wear that he sported, namely a black baseball tee and midnight blue jeans, certainly nothing to denote he was heading out. Though, this particular pair of pants was definitely a little tight, having been a gift from a friend who’d said they made his cute butt look better. They were also the only ones clean at the moment.

A quick check of the numbers emblazoned across his phone’s screen told the young man that it was a quarter to seven and just about time for the appointed meeting with his adorable new acquaintance. Callused palms patted down the lean frame, double checking for keys, wallet and anything possibly out of place. With a last glance about the tiny, but tidy apartment, the student swept out the door, locking and flipping the deadbolt behind him. By the tall fellow’s own admission, he was most likely to be early and Chanshik had this devilish urge to keep up the innocent, albeit naive and way too disarmingly charming, mistaken notion that the clerk actually lived in the toy store below him alive in the other’s mind.

Jogging down the stairs to bounce off the last step, he slid hands into jeans pockets and glanced about hoping he wasn’t too late to keep up the illusion while simultaneously wishing it didn’t make him seem overeager. 

[ggsxsungyeol]

Fashion was not an interest of Sungyeol's, and most of the time, he couldn't be bothered to check whether his clothes matched or if his hair laid down flat. So there was a lot to be said about the fact that the utterly lacking of style student checked over his appearance, for a moment or two, in his bathroom mirror. Never having developed his own sense after leaving his parent's home, Sungyeol's closet mostly consisted of things reminiscent of the clothes his mother bought for him in his youth. Typical nerd attire, such as khaki slacks and various colored long-sleeved button up shirts. Even during the summer, when bright sunlight would attack at covered up skin, the shy boy kept the majority of his frame from sight.

After deciding that his outfit fit together, other than his mismatched socks, because all their partners decided to evaporate into thin air apparently, he left, after making sure the legs of his pants covered up his ankles. Despite having his driver's license, Sungyeol was rather afraid to drive alone, due to minor issues with anxiety, yet having someone chauffeur him around, whilst hanging out with a possible friend, felt too strange. It took an hour of convincing a worried parent, over the phone, that he'd be alright on his own. But honestly, he wasn't too sure, as his hands situated themselves at the ten o'clock and two o'clock position on the steering wheel of a luxurious car, whose price would make most faint.

Never had the bespectacled gamer had an outing with someone, "just because". Sure, he had acquaintances, but most came into contact with him for the obvious studying perks. If Chanshik were to find out who he was, would he try to use him in the same way too? This was the feeling that nagged at Sungyeol's insides, as he made the drive to his favorite location. Of course it was easy, he could make the trip with his eyes closed, though that would be breaking every rule in regards to safety. But, as he waved and grinned brightly, at the other male in front of the building he adored so, and made sure to turn off whatever video game soundtrack that was being used for background noise, there was no denying the shot nerves and dry throat currently plaguing him. 

[ggsxsungyeol]

so, anyway, uhhh, idk why i wrote all this, because i doubt anyone cares about my lack of presence, but hey. i hope everyone has been well and stuff and hopefully, i'll be around a bit more soon enough ;~~~;

[ggsxsungyeol]

░ Babes in Toyland ⇒ GCS ✕ LSY

[hotteasweettea]

Concern had been unexpected for such an embarrassing ailment. What was with him today anyway? It was more like he was thirteen and asking the prettiest girl in school about her bra size then simply asking if a cute guy wanted to hang out. Jeesh, if Squirt saw him now he’d die of laughter. There was nothing Chanshik could say about it either. The thrumming in all of his veins was odd, but not unfamiliar exactly and that was kind of worrying, as was the lightheaded, almost dizzy, feeling. What was really scary was his reaction to a simple action that had absolutely zero undertone to it though. Quickly shaking his head, the boy took a deep breath and strove to recapture his suddenly dwindling manhood. 

At least his somewhat tight schedule didn’t conflict with the others. Things could be a lot worse, he knew he wasn’t taking on as many hours as he could or possibly should, but the wiggle room he had always seemed to be much less than his fellow students. Brows furrowed as a minuscule frown flitted across chic features. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother or make you go out of your way…” If Sungyeol were one of his friends, he wouldn’t have hesitated to say sure, but asking for favors from strangers seemed terribly rude. Then again, it had been an offer, not his request, so perhaps it would be alright. “Okay, sure, that would be very nice. I actually live right here, so you already know the directions anyway.”

Within Chanshik harbored a certain penchant for finding most of the male persuasion obnoxious and surrounding himself with the fairer sex, so it was already impressive for him to be so interested in the quiet, bespectacled giant. Or it could just be the result of a terribly slow day. Regardless, he was already looking forward to exploring the strange urge to get to know this person on the appointed day. “So, it’s a date then!” Belatedly, he realized the implication behind such words when that wasn’t exactly what he meant and sought to cover it up quickly. Intrepidly, an index finger shook in the other male’s direction. “Don’t you dare forget or I’ll have to chase you all over until we’re even,” pausing briefly for effect, an impish grin curved coral lips as pure triumph lit the depths of ebony eyes, “Ash!”

[ggsxsungyeol]

The oblivious Lee Sungyeol took no notice of how his new comrade was reacting to his minuscule touch, but instead felt joyous over the fact that the boy hadn't actually fell ill at all. Bright red cheeks, which reminded him of a certain yellow electric mouse, were rather charming, honestly. It was almost frustrating how seemingly full of charms Chanshik appeared to be. Though the other had listed off some of Sungyeol's a few moments prior, he didn't consider them as such. To him, they were simply oddities. Maybe everyone felt that way about themselves. Before dwelling too far into such thoughts not appropriate for a random social gathering, a statement caught the childish student's ear, filling him with excitement to the point, where he impolitely leaned in on the counter with his elbows.

"What?! You live here?! That's amazing! You're so lucky, you're living out my dream, wow," square teeth chattered in a much more lively fashion than they were used to, "We should trade places sometimes!" Not many other people would offer up their luxurious apartment in opt for a chance to live inside a toy store. Yet Sungyeol had simple, albeit immature, dreams. "Or we could sp--" an awkward, fake cough cut off the end of a proposition for a sleepover. The gamer was afraid Chanshik would find him and his idea obnoxious, not even aware that someone less naive might find it suggestive of something else. Thankfully, no hidden meaning was taken from another set of easily misconstrued words, "Yep! I'll be here, don't worry. I'm always on time... Or early, I guess it'd be safer to say." Shoulders shrugged upwards automatically, as if offering an apology for a mistake that hadn't been made yet.

As the lanky male continued chatting fervently, a cellphone located in his back pocket began to buzz. Fingers grasped around the device absentmindedly, wondering what it could be. "If you chase me around, I'll capture you in my Poké Ball, and then Ash will be your master." Impish smirk was immediately replaced with a dropped jaw, realization washing over him like a dark wave. Space case had done it again. Not bothering to check his phone anymore, being as it was a reminder to not forget to go to class, Sungyeol grabbed the plastic bag containing his new toy, stammering once again and tripping his way out the entrance. "S-s-sorry! I have to go now, or I'm going to be late for class! Wednesday at seven, right? Gosh, it was really nice meeting you. See you later!"

[keybladesoras]

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[ifntsungyeol]

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[ggsxsungyeol]

░ Friendship Paradox ⇒ KBA ✕ LSY

[ggsxkimbo]

Sungyeol’s brilliant smile sort of throws her off guard. She’s not used to people greeting her so brightly and with so much abandon. Not everyone is as enthusiastic as Sungyeol tends to be, he kind of behaves like a puppy you left at home all day. She can almost see his tail wagging and the pen hanging out of his mouth looks like a lolling tongue to Kimbo. As if he reads her mind and knows what she’s thinking of, he stops and moves on to replying to her. 

"Good to know I haven’t kept you waiting. I’m doing okay, how about you?" Her responses are perfunctory and memorised, her drilling from psychiatrists occasionally kicking in when she doesn’t think hard enough about replying people consciously. She starts pulling out her stationery and writing materials, noting that he had already retrieved the necessary books they would need for their pairwork. "Oh, well, you’re smart enough that you’ll get a good grade anyway," she smiles at him because what other expression can she make? He’s a genius, of course he’ll do well.

"The questions? Yeah, I think I wrote them down somewhere," she digs into her backpack and finds the organizer that Kyungsoo oppa had gifted to her before the new school year started. There’s a polaroid of them stuck underneath the plastic of the cover, making goofy faces and it’s packed with notes about the things she needs to do or random doodles when they strike her. She flips through a couple of pages before she finds details of the assignment. “Yeah, here,” she shows Sungyeol the organizer as she cracks the textbook open.

[ggsxsungyeol]

The other's almost robotic statements do not coincide with the fidgety images Sungyeol has of her collected in his mental databank. But it's wasn't something worth questioning, since he was highly aware of his tendency to make things awkward. Maybe Kimbo was just polite. "It would have been okay, if you had. I could have just played video games, until you arrived," he admitted causally, not assuming the pink-haired girl to be the type to make fun of someone for having such hobbies, "And I'm fine, thanks."

Though the received compliment is one the genius hears constantly, it still brings a light hue to his cheeks and causes a series of nervous chuckles to leave his lips. "A-ah... well, that might be true, but despite what everyone believes, I don't actually enjoy doing the work for both parties." A more sincere chuckle escaped him, feeling rather fluttery over the fact that Kimbo a.) actually showed up and b.) was willing to do her own share of the work. It was times like these when Sungyeol was grateful that he was home schooled. Sure, he spent most of his young adulthood longing for friends, and the like, but the years of "partner" work alone would have probably driven him insane.

Leaning in to check what problems they were working on, despite already being aware of which ones, the student quietly muttered a small thank you before returning to his own personal space. Then the realization that he had no idea how to do such a thing hit him. How embarrassing that he had to ask for help again. He probably seemed helpless at this point. "Uhm... what are we supposed to do exactly? ...I've never done this before." Quickly, he wagged his forefinger in between them, to show that he meant the acting of pairing up, and not the assignment. That part was simple, of course, but the sociability of it all was what confused Sungyeol.

[soleasm-blog]

• • • get loose.

                    {‘ never did she feel so alive, and yet, still somewhat dead. miyoung watches intently as colorful hues encircles her skin. it casts over her small glass shot of whatever she had ordered moments ago, ( it’s been her third one, and she already can’t comprehend if it was either a kamikaze, lemon drop, or even a melon’s ball ) bringing an unearthly color to the fragrant alcohol. the bass beats against the walls of the club, and also aligns with her heart’s pace of murmurs. a lovely night it was, even though she seemed to be alone rather than mingling in groups of friends. maybe the loneliest of all people show up at places like theseー feeling an acquired bit of vulnerability to attract, or gain. a melodic house piece was resonating through the establishment; all about jazz chords with a trendy synthesizer beat, after all. the young woman found enjoyment in her indulgence of alcohol, swarming people all around her for a fun time, and, well, the music, too. her eyes were strained from watching bodies collide with each other, some in perfect touch with the rhythms, while others were too intoxicated to keep at a steady tempo. quite amusing it wasー and definitely no less. she exchanges glances from the floor, and the several drops left in her glass. immediately, she prodded against it to turn her attention to an unfamiliar face. } hey! {‘ she hollered in attempt to let her voice topple over the club’s music. even if the male besides her could possibly hear her, it was never guaranteed in moments such as these } do you dance? {‘ … so she might be slightly off due to what her system withstands, but, the woman was capable of wording her speech properly. 'would you like to dance?' would be a question either immediately approved, or rejected. 'do you dance?' seemed more thoughtful; the stranger could’ve possibly known to danceー whether it was in this stuffy club, or not }

[ggsxsungyeol]

{`a dare. an idiotic dare is how Sungyeol ends up in the middle of a stuffed dance floor, wondering exactly how many more minutes, how many more seconds he has to stand here, til the agreed upon half hour is up. one quick glance at his pocketed cellular device is enough to tell that only fifteen minutes have passed by, though it's felt more akin to fifteen centuries. but despite what Daeyeol says, he is most certainly not chicken shit, and not even the obscene variety of nauseating smells attacking his sensitive nostrils can keep him away from the menial victory. there was the order of proof, as well. because of course, a teenager isn't simply going to take another's word for it. not in this day and age. yet Sungyeol has not found anything worthy enough to be deemed his proof shot. it had to be something incredible, not just bottles of alcohol or the hoard of thirsty bodies he was currently stuck in. then a voice calls out to him, or so he hopes, in the moment he turns towards the other presence. there were pretty girls, and then there were the ones, who could set even a corpse's veins on fire. immediately, fingers clutched at his phone, hoping to capture the vision before she happened to mysteriously disappear into the vapor. click! sending the picture, that was aptly named milotic.jpg, to his brother, Sungyeol quickly hides the item away, in hopes that he won't be caught. not even glasses can help him to see in the dimly lit club, and he's doubtful the beauty was speaking to him in the first place, but he responds anyway. maybe he's feeling pathetic enough to try.} H-hey--! {`he leans in closer, attempting to hear better, or so he tries to tell himself. eyes widen as the question asked becomes clear and vehemently his head shakes from side to side.} No, I've never danced before in my life! {`even the mere thought of dancing with someone else was enough to send the boy's stomach into anxious spirals. but what was the point of standing here, if not to at least make an attempt?} W-would you like to show me how, perhaps? {`thank god for the dark and its ability to hide blushing red cheeks.}

[livbuns]

○ birthday girl ❞ lhr ✕ lsy

a loud laugh left her lips as she stumbled out of the convenient store and onto one of the tables that were set outside for the customers. thankfully, nobody was actually there, and she was basically alone. after a long day at lotte world with her younger brother who had come up from gwangju, she made sure he got home and went to bed before heading out on her own. man it sucked being poor.

she wasn’t exactly poor. she knew that better than anybody else, but she was a little lonely today even with her younger brother here. her mother had sent some food, but she’s always wanted a birthday cake to go along with her birthday. or maybe she just really wanted cake right now. whatever it was, a loud groan left her lips as she continued to lay on the table. maybe those two cans of beer were not a good idea.

never having been a heavy drinker — hell, she hasn’t really drank all that much anyway — even two beers could knock her out. however, she was still awake, but drunk, and she wasn’t sure if she’d like to knock out or stay awake. whatever it was, she probably looked like an idiot, but she wasn’t in the right state of mind to really care.

[ggsxsungyeol]

Evening walks were the pinnacle of enjoyment for Sungyeol. Most of his time was spent alone, but occasionally, it felt better to be alone outside. Though it almost felt like it didn't count due to the constant text messages from either his driver or mother. He was nineteen years old, and it was ridiculous having to check in every fifteen minutes, as though he was a celebrity, liable to get kidnapped at any given moment. And yet, the student always obliged, not willing to get into a confrontation, when it was known that the family only had his best wishes at heart. Still, the urge to turn his phone off and to be free from the suffering charade for one evening was rather tempting.

Lost in his thoughts, as a genius was wont to do, large eyes barely registered the fact that there was a body sprawled out on a table in front of the store he was currently passing. Almost walking straight by without so much as a second glance, gangly limbs came to a stop, while a sometimes slower brain caught up on the situation. Wait a minute... Fingers stroked along a rounded chin, as the happenstance was assessed and the proper solution was decided upon. Leaning over the assumed female body, Sungyeol prodded at the back of her head with two digits, practically whispering to her, "H-hey, are you okay?" Probably not the best action, but admittedly, the inexperienced male had no clue how else to proceed.

[ggsxsungyeol]

░ Babes in Toyland ⇒ GCS ✕ LSY

[hotteasweettea]

"You can call me whatever you want. Misty, Axew or Chanshik are all fine with me and any other sweet names you can think of," he finished with a cheeky wink. The clerk didn’t believe in false flattery and everything he’d said was a fact garnered since they’d met, even if it was only a few moments ago. Thus a gentle shake of his head accompanied the next set of words. "No, I’m not really, just forthright. You’re welcome, anyway." Between blatant nervousness and positive responses from the taller male, Chanshik was practically beaming as bright as Sirius. Not even a somewhat strange compliment could diminish his shine, merely enforcing his uncontrollable smiling until the youth strongly felt that his cheeks might fall off. "Gosh, you think so? Well yours are very nice too, you shouldn’t cover them up!"

Palms rested on the cool, smooth surface of the counter as the shorter male leaned against it. Every effort was being focused on keeping his appearance in a somewhat respectable state and not audibly or visibly celebrating, though he felt vaguely like bouncing in place as an excited puppy would. “I’m certain to enjoy this job a lot more than I thought I would then.” The mention of earning himself extra visits from Sungyeol had blood rushing to his face until he resembled a tomato more than a person and aforementioned nice teeth chewed on a bottom lip in uncharacteristic bashfulness as he tore his gaze from the pleasing bespectacled visage. Sensibility willed his heart to slow the heck down, it wasn’t as if he’d made it sound like a date or anything, had he? Not that he’d mind if it were one exactly. Just receiving a positive answer was enough. And his uncle wouldn’t have to yell at him for scaring off a customer!

"Great! That’s awesome! Um," awkwardly the excitement was cleared from his throat as rough digits tousled raven locks, a habit reminiscent of the way his mother would play with his hair whenever he was sad or sick. It was a bit like his safety blanket, though a certain special stuffed animal upstairs on his mattress served the same purpose when he was alone. He was about to offer to pick Sungyeol up, then abruptly remembered what exactly he drove. For the very first time in his nineteen years of living, Chanshik hesitated in a modicum of embarrassment over something of his not being as nice as someone else’s. There was no way to put it delicately. Driving the Vespa definitely made him look like a loser and especially so when one took the other male’s apparent resources into consideration. "Would Wednesday at about seven be good for you?" Mismatched eyes focused safely on the scarred linoleum before he continued, "Uh, I can just meet up with you there if you want."

[ggsxsungyeol]

Eyes turned upwards, from the force of grinning like an absolute loon, as explicit permission to refer to his new companion as anything he wanted was given. "I'll keep that in mind. You can do the same with me, if you'd like," Sungyeol trailed off, not wanting to seem like he was pushing said issue. Never had anyone given him a nickname before. It sounded kind of nice, especially from someone who seemed to actually want to be around him. Not that there was a bit of understanding as towards why this was happening, but he certainly wasn't going to question it. And he wasn't going to question this strange urge to reach across the counter and run his thumbs across the back of the other's hands, because what the heck did that even mean? Strange wants were pushed down into unknown depths to hopefully be forgotten.

Vibrant shades of red staining pert cheeks had the gamer worried. What if Chanshik had caught whatever ailments was currently swirling around his stomach? That would be no good. Unable to keep to himself, a cushioned palm reached up to caress strand-covered forehead, his demeanor that of a concerned mother's. "You look flushed, are you feeling alright? I left all my Potions in my other bag-- stupid, right? So I can't really offer any assistance, but maybe you should go lie down for a bit." Before allowing his hand to drop back to his side, fingers fussed at the stylish ebony bangs he had just messed up, attempting to put them back into their proper place. It didn't turn out too well, as evident by Sungyeol's dissatisfied pout, but the cashier didn't look any less attractive because of it. The gamer was rather envious and found himself wishing to someday be that handsome.

It wasn't typical for the lanky male to have garnered plans, rather than studying meetups or self celebrated Pokémon parties. So, maybe it wasn't all that surprising that the upcoming event had the poor youth's intestines tied up in anxious (but the good kind, for once) knots. And though Chanshik wasn't likely to find out at this point, Sungyeol thought Vespas were rather cool and wasn't the type to judge another's mode of transportation. Or anything, really. Despite being what was referred to as an Elite, he wasn't actually very good at it, and didn't see what the fuss was over people who weren't as well off as them. Maybe that was why he was mostly ignored. "Yeah, sounds fine to me," the first-year replied automatically, knowing beforehand that he didn't have anything else to do at that particular time, "I can pick you up too, if you want. I don't mind." The last part was blurted out for reasons beyond Sungyeol's comprehension and he felt the need to hit himself for it later.

[ggsxsungyeol]

이성열 @pikachurin — 2m

I gave Sungyeol Jr. a study kit, so now his Mii life can just be as exciting as my real one.

[everysongaday]

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[ggsxsungyeol]

░ Babes in Toyland ⇒ GCS ✕ LSY

[hotteasweettea]

A logical mind willed his body to remain calm at the possible return of his not-so-subtle flirting, but the whole store suddenly seemed to raise five degrees in temperature. As his namesake was dubbed adorable and, by possible extension, himself as well, canines clamped upon a bottom lip to prevent any silly grins that might try to occupy that space. Being a mostly polite boy, he refrained from mentioning that there were hairless varieties of cats to love on and even immunotherapy if a person truly desired the fluffy creatures company. “Ah, dinosaurs are pretty cool, though I honestly don’t think I’ve ever heard someone refer to them as adorable before.” An inky topped head tilted to the side as he pondered what other intriguing opinions and views might lie within the taller male. Perhaps his own drab point of view and ceaseless prattle were obnoxious to such an interesting person, yet he hadn’t walked away with his things yet. 

"No one’s ever what? I know it isn’t called you cute before, because that is glaringly obvious within a few seconds." Callused index finger ran over a round chin as he regarded the bespectacled fellow in assessment. After eliciting a few chuckles from his company, there was a strange, increasing desire to encourage more of the endearing noises from Sungyeol.  Stepping back, the teenager formed a frame with index fingers and thumbs. One eye shut as he playfully sized the customer up, pleased with the seemingly greater willingness for friendly speech between the two. "Perhaps no one’s ever going to believe you met an actual Pokémon? Well, honestly, I’m more of a water type trainer. The resemblance is wholly coincidental and," after glancing exaggeratedly down a lean and lengthy frame, the clerk continued, "I’m hardly little."

Hands found their ways to hips, arms akimbo and a slight pout was evident on mismatched features. He’d never been told his standards were low before. Chanshik wasn’t even sure what his standards were, but they weren’t low! “What nonsense! My standards are perfect. And, the pleasure’s all mine Sungyeol.” Leaning slightly against the counter, his smile returned full blast. If his uncle found out he was potentially scaring away good, paying customers with aggressive and unwarranted flirting later on, he’d be in big trouble, but not even that thought could hold the rogue back now that he was on a roll. “Would someone not interesting have such a stunning smile?” Extolling the other’s virtues that had become obvious to him in the matter of moments since their acquaintance on his fingers one by one, the newly dubbed Axew continued, “You like cats, Psyducks, speak in quite possibly the most adorable way and think living in a toy store would be cool. Please tell me you come here often. Or at the very least, might you like to hang out at Dongdaemun with me sometime?”

[ggsxsungyeol]

Oh, so he actually was calling him cute. And, now that he thought about it... "Not what I was going to say, but now that you mention it-- unless my mother or grandmothers count, then you're the first person to say that to me." It was possible such a thing hadn't occurred merely because Sungyeol was home schooled his entire life, he had never thought about it in such a way before. Maybe he had been cute all this time and Chanshik was simply the first person to point it out, besides the occasional relative. A much nicer thought than what his fragile heart tended to tell him in the middle of the night when sleep was impossible to catch. It was also possible that it was merely a dream too, and he'd have to wake up to face cold reality soon. Hopefully not, because the currently unnamed fluttery feeling in his stomach wasn't one he wanted to give up.

The questionable actions and intriguing words from the other finally caused the overeager student to meet his gaze, a certain phrase perking ears up and setting off sparkles in expressive eyes. "Water types, huh? Should I start calling you Misty then? She always was my favorite gym leader." And all-time favorite animated crush. But Chanshik didn't need to know that piece of embarrassing information. Hand reached up to cover exposed mouth after the compliment made Sungyeol realize that his gums were showing, the one thing he couldn't stand about himself. Why was his pulse racing? Was he getting sick? He certainly felt it at the moment, as positive traits were listed off one by one. There weren't very many moments where someone praised something about the lanky male that didn't have to do with his intelligence. He didn't expect it from anyone, especially from someone he just met a few moments ago.

"T-thank you... you're far too kind." Was he supposed to compliment him back? This wasn't one of Sungyeol's stronger traits, since what he found appealing was usually not something people wanted to hear positively about. "You have nice teeth..." Geez, of all the things to tell someone. Good job. Digits rubbed at the back of a bright pink neck, nervous laughter resounding throughout the small store, before he managed to somehow reply properly. "I do come here fairly often, it's my favorite store. Though now, I might have to stop by even more," he confessed in a mumble, allowing himself to be bold, if only for a moment. But that quickly faded as the other asked him to hang out, knobby knees immediately turning to jelly and wanting to buckle underneath their owner. So many things were happening, it was almost too much for the sensitive young man to take. "S-sure... that would be fun." If he hadn't been feverish before, he certainly was now.

[yxxnim-blog1]

wrong number ; yoona&sungyeol

Anyone could stand two dozen feet from Yoona’s apartment door and hear her music blasting loudly from the speakers, and catch the scent of alcohol and cigarettes even through the walls. Yes, Im Yoona was shamelessly drunk, sitting on her living room floor and swaying by herself.

She never really liked being alone, but she couldn’t really think of anyone she wants to come over, until she remembered her ex-boyfriend. They hadn’t seen each other in a while after all, and even though she had deleted his number (childish, she knows), she can still memorize it.

[ sms ] » hhey, you shpuld soooo come over right now, i got a few bottles of tequila and anothwr bottle of jager thats waiting to be opened xoxo

Fingers gliding over the touch screen, Yoona laughed between hiccups as she typed out the the phone number. Getting intoxicated hadn’t been a part of her plan for tonight, but the mental block that prevented her from working on her paper made her give up halfway through and down a few shots.

Without a second thought, or a second glance at the phone number, she hit send.

[ggsxsungyeol]

In a seemingly different universe than the one Im Yoona was currently living in, Lee Sungyeol was studying. A typical evening, and the air surrounding the punctual male was calm, albeit boring. Reading over textbooks was usually the peak of excitement for him, but if he already knew the lesson inside and out, it could feel a bit dull. The sound of an 8bit tune chirping from his mobile device broke the silence in his apartment, causing the scaredy cat to practically jump out of his skin.

A large snort resounded through nostrils, as large eyes read over the message sent to him. Obviously, it wasn't meant for Sungyeol, since not only did he have no idea who this person was, but also had never drank anything stronger than orange juice before in his life. The poor person seemed drunk out of their mind. Yet, anything was a good distraction from rereading the same pages over and over, so with an uncharacteristic smirk, a text was sent back.

[ ✉ ➜ Unknown] I hope you are old enough to drink, whoever you are! I can not condone the act of underage intoxication. Also, I think I'll have to turn down your offer, because I'm not sure if drinking with a complete stranger is such a good idea.

[ggsxsungyeol]

이성열 @pikachurin  -- 47s

I bought Tomodachi Life! I'm not sure about the confident part, but I'll take brainiac any day. Aren't I cute? ㅋㅋㅋ

[notggsxjunhee-blog]

{{ president – junhee&sungyeol }}

"Restoring the environment?" She asked, genuinely interested with what the other had to say about the subject, as she was also passionate about saving the earth in her free time or when she’s not drunk off her ass. "Can you tell me more about it?" Her eyes scanned around their surrounding. They were in the middle of a crowd and were definitely causing traffic as they stood around talking as if they owned the area. Chuckling a bit, she pulled him along with her. "Maybe over a coffee? You’re not busy right now, are you?"

[ggsxsungyeol]

The fact that someone, let alone a member of the female species, was interested in anything that he, one lowly Lee Sungyeol, had to say about anything had legs stop in their tracks. Turning to face the other, mouth slightly agape, only a murmured "Huh?" could make itself known. After what seemed like centuries, Sungyeol somehow manged to find his tongue and used it for its given purpose. "I-I guess so?" Truly riveting. Fellow classmates were shoving into him purposefully, attempting to get the lanky student to move from out of the middle of the hallway, and just as he was side step away from the crowd, a hand reached out and began to tug him along. Unsure of what else to do, he followed the aggressive girl dutifully, "No, I-I'm not busy... Coffee is fine-- Oh uhm, by the way, my name is Sungyeol..." Might as well try to introduce yourself, right?

[ggsxsungyeol]

░ Babes in Toyland ⇒ GCS ✕ LSY

[hotteasweettea]

Oh no, he was really cute. Bashfulness was a singularly attractive trait to the lengthy male and, paired with an endearing stutter, didn’t deter his desire to talk to the stranger in the slightest. Perking all the way up, Chanshik nodded enthusiastically. “I am! He’s the very best.” Pursing coral lips, the youth slipped into a pensive expression before admitting hesitantly, “I’d offer to trade for a bit, but mine doesn’t live here.” With a soft cluck of his tongue, the student admonished himself for being presumptuous. ”It suits you! Cute things should stick together.” There was more he had to say until a minuscule frown took over his face as a credit card was hastily pushed forward. Drat. Apparently Operation: Engage The Adorable was a flop. 

It took only a few more seconds for the significance of the card he carefully picked up and scanned to sink in and when it did, his jaw dropped. What in the hell was someone with one of these doing in his uncle’s little store? Oh gosh, and he’d just been hitting on him. Chanshik wanted to kick his own ass and the evidence was a rosy hue that crept up high cheekbones to the hidden tips of ears. It was on the edge of his tongue to allow all sorts of apologies he’d hate himself for uttering later verbalization when the customer spoke again. In an almost miraculous recovery, he held out the card courteously with one hand and the other found its way to press against a heated cheek. “Hm, I think you’re right. Even if I’d much rather resemble a Delcatty.” Ebony lashes fluttered against cheeks as he stared carefully at the counter. “Do you like Axews too?”

While the old machine grumped and groaned out the other male’s receipt, the playful scamp got what could quite possibly be the silliest and worst idea he’d ever had into his head. Quickly grabbing a pen he exclaimed, “Oh my! This says you get a free Pokédex update with this purchase. It must be your lucky day.” On the blank back of the paper fingers scrawled the number six hundred and ten in big, bold lettering and throwing all caution to the wind, his telephone number beneath it. Turning up his brightest smile, the one that showcased an entire row of sparkling teeth and crinkled eyes until they were barely visible dark specks, he set it right way up between them with the customer’s bag. “It’s my lucky day too. Here I was in the depths of despair that today wasn’t going to be interesting at all and then you showed up.”

[ggsxsungyeol]

It was strange. Sungyeol wasn't used to such talkative and friendly cashiers. Most of them looked dead behind the eyes and merely grunted in response to the typical question, 'How are you?' But this guy was positively sparkling, like he actually wanted to talk to the person in front of him. It was fairly convincing. At least to the point where it caused the shy male to want to keep speaking, despite his usual silent attitude. "Well, of course he doesn't. What sort of person lives in a toy store?" fluttery titters filled the space in between the two males, before the taller admitted in a soft mutter, "Though I think that would be super neat, honestly." Eyebrows quirked upwards, not exactly sure whether he had heard correctly. Did he just call me cute? ...No. Don't be an idiot.

Plush fingertips grazed against the other's, as he reached for his card, which elicited another rushed apology from pursed lips. Vision settled on some strands of Chanshik's hair, always afraid of coming off as rude, but not entirely comfortable enough to look him in the eye. "Delcatty, huh? I-I guess you like cats then? Me too, but I'm allergic..." Actually, Sungyeol was allergic to most, if not all, forms of animal fur, and yet his interests still lied in animals and saving them. "Mhm, it looks like a little dinosaur, so I think it's really adorable--" Oh. He probably shouldn't have said that. What if he thought he was flirting with him? How embarrassing. That was certainly never the intentions of one pure soul such as the gamer, who had no interests in such affections. But he'd be a liar, if he were to say that the person in front of him wasn't "adorable" per say. Whatever that happened to mean in such a situation.

Then the worker's words pulled Sungyeol out of his odd mental fog, only to make it even foggier. This fellow certainly was strange. Or making fun of him. Moist palms wiped at the front of tan slacks, hoping for the former circumstance. Curiously, the lanky male leaned in, keeping his eyes on the receipt, wondering what a Pokédex update might entail in the real world. Large eyes became saucer-sized as a series of seven digits were scribbled on it. That could only mean one thing, right? Not even the space cased genius could confuse it for something else. His neck began to feel very heated as blood filled its length. "Oh. O-okay... no one's ever..." given me their number before. Deciding to let that trail off into the wind, Sungyeol chose to laugh a bit too loudly instead, "Wow, you must have low standards, if something like me interests you. But uhh, my n-name is Sungyeol. It's nice to meet you Axew, or..." Eyes trailed to a plastic tag attached to the chest of the distracting grinning male's chest, offering his own dull in comparison smile, "Chanshik."

[ggsxsungyeol]

"Hello!" She called out to you as she jogged to catch up to your pace, "Hey! I'm sorry I'm doing a survey for my class, and i just want to ask you, what are some of the things you'd like to change if you become a president?" She smiled at you with her pen and notebook ready and you're not quite sure if she's pulling a fast one on you or not.

Not used to having people greet him in the hallway (or anywhere, honestly), Sungyeol continued to tread forward, assuming the woman next to him was merely asking for someone near him. It took a few moments for him to notice that she was walking beside him and looking his way, immediately causing his anxious heart to skip a beat or two. “O-oh… uh… if I were to become president, I t-think I’d mainly focus on the education system and restoring the environment.” Still not sure whether this entire conversation was merely a joke, or not, the brunette nodded earnestly towards the other, hoping his answer would suffice either way.