ʟ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ ʟ ᴇ s s —

—for he steals the fading scarlet of the petals and dyes his fingertips with the bloody veins of the flower named wilt. { ✾ ✾ ✾ ✾ }

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all the right moves, -- ♚

[sabxwoohyun-deactivated20141117]

women are fickle creatures. woohyun has learned time and time again that they change their mind in minutes, or warp their thoughts into games of sorts. women want to be chased, loved, worshiped — it’s a strange thought to consider. but to woohyun he supposes it’s alright.

( he likes the chase, likes the games. )

"should it be made out of diamonds too? you jackass," woohyun jokes easily. his fingers slide around the glass of his drink, lips pressed against the rim of it, eyes scanning lazily. his eyes stop on the girls, and a twisted smile presents itself on his face. chuckle escaping his lips, he sets his glass down gently, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

eyes watch as chanyeol moves, smile slipping into that of a smirk as he relaxes against the counter — awaiting patiently. he sits and stares, lashes brushing against his cheeks with each blink. his fingers twitch in anticipation ( he’s always liked how women feel under his touch ), and he finds himself shifting impatiently after a few moments.

enough time passes by, and woohyun pushes off the edge of the counter. one hand placed in his pocket, he musses up his hair — unkempt, and moves towards the direction of the cluster. he places a smile, tilted and crooked teeth, one that bares teeth on his face. 

"chanyeol-ah," he calls out, sliding up to the group with a smile. his eyes flicker across the faces, seeing their expressions idly — before he stops on the redheaded target of his night. his smile softens, and he hums. "i didn’t know you had such pretty friends."

[sabxchanyeol]

he approaches with a easy smile, the most natural and charming one he can manage ( except all his smiles are pretty charming, might he add ) as he taps the nearest lady on the shoulder. the cluster of females quieten down upon his appearance; whispers die down to silence and he stands there, frame lean before the girl with the purple dress. dark eyes are veiled with concentration as he stares into the other’s, the curve at his lips still curled at a sweet angle.

“miss, my greatest apologies for interrupting, but i couldn’t hold back approaching you, because i think you’re the perfect match for the drink i’d just ordered.”

he gestures to the bar counter and leans in just subtly, not too close, but enough for her cheeks to be dusted shades of rose red. a low chuckle slips parted tiers as he retreats and halts his sudden intrusion of her space, fingers slipping into the pockets of his pants. his eyes quickly scan over the circle of women, mentally capturing their expressions and slight awe in stunned gazes.

“do excuse my intrusion.”

he flashes a quick smile at them, and eventually takes notice of woohyun’s advancing figure. the corner of his lips lift and he discreetly gives him a knowing look. taking a step forwards, he stops right beside the other and gives a quiet hum as a response. “indeed.”

he holds up a palm next to his lips, almost as if disclosing a secret and glances at the females, tone of voice still audible as he turns to the girl in the purple dress. “so how about a friendship, save me from embarrassment? since i’ve already acknowledge our friendship and such.”

[sabxinsung-deactivated20150324]

a necessity for life : insung + chanyeol

[sabxinsung-deactivated20150324]

(’ —the sound of the voice is familiar; in-sung’s gaze locked onto the younger commander, his arms crossing across his chest as an part amused look curves on his features. it’s not often he finds the younger male without managers trailing behind him, an odd sight for in-sung who found some of the younger hunters secondary or cover professions to be something he would never have thought of.) “Chanyeol~ What are you doing here?” (’ —the question comes with a light chuckle. in-sung momentarily forgeting his own troubles and gaining some happiness from seeing a familiar face. the older male not hesitating to give the mandatory hug as greeting, a pat on the back and a ruffle of the hair as he pulled away.) “Did you ditch your managers again? They know you’re here right, you’re not filling them with unnessecary worry for some fun are you?” (’ —he jokes in a fatherly manner, as if he is both chiding and teasing at the same time. until his gaze falls down to the phone still in his hands and the last call he’d just had. his lips parted and brows crinkled with the realization.) “Actually, you could help me with something.” (’ —an awkwardness settles over him.) “Do you know somewhere that’s hiring? I need some money, as soon as possible.”

[sabxchanyeol]

( — it’s nice seeing him again, with strong frame upright and the smile warming and inviting for chanyeol’s unwarned visit. he shrugs his shoulders and approaches closer with short strides across the hallway. ) visiting you, i hope i’m welcomed here. ( — he naturally leans in for a quick embrace, and almost escapes the other’s palm that’d tousled his hair. it’s only normal though, skill and experience as a commander isn’t just an empty call of status. he brushes his fingers through smooth strands, flattening them back into place as he shoots the other a grin. ) it’s hard having them follow you everywhere, so i’m taking a vacation, it’s just that they don’t know about the vacation. they’ll find me soon enough, you have to hide me, hyung. ( — speaking with insung is easy, and conversations progress effortlessly. it’s what chanyeol favours about being around him, the age gap is barely evident through words and tones and a consoling presence is what chanyeol’s appreciative about. ) you’ve run into some trouble? what type of job are you looking for? ( — he’d caught the concern at the corners of the male’s eyes, and his honesty is pleasant and chanyeol steps forward, laying a hand over his shoulder. a pride is what all men hold, and chanyeol offers not with the manner of charity but with earnest assistance from a friend. it’s not difficult when you’re park chanyeol, numbers and currency symbols are merely inked words on paper and cards. he learns though, that as materialised as they are, it’s impossible for people to abandon the essential. ) i can fill you in if it’s urgent, hyung, and before you start, this is lending, not giving. it’s okay to forget about your strict morals sometimes.

[sabxchanyeol]

『 divulgence 』░ CY ✗ TH

winter breeze and snow dyed clouds are rolling in with passing seconds of the new day, and the chilly air numbs the tip of his fingers and his cheeks, despite the thick scarf coiled around his neck and veiling half his face. his jeans are tight down until his ankles, but still not enough to trap the warmth and shield him from the wind whips. the soles of his boots scrap against the asphalt with each shuffle and stride along the damp path of morning.

it’s still too early for him to be up and out.

complaints don’t take you too far though, so he inhales the untainted air with deep breaths that fill his lungs with satisfying wholesomeness and quickens his steps. his hair is intentionally tousled into a messed style, his laziness being the partial reason while the lacking need of a perfectly neat hairstyle being the major. but park chanyeol is rarely flawed, so he cards his fingers through hazel strands for his fringe to bounce back and over his forehead as they untangle from slender digits.

a faint chuckle falls from his lips — something different, something nice. he’s in a good mood today, he assumes. it’s moments before he finds himself under shelter with knuckles against the apartment door as he gives it two gentle knocks. there’s delayed shuffling sounds inside, and he’s patient today, because he’s a visitor without an invitation. he hopes yifan doesn’t mind, and really, he shouldn’t mind.

the door unlocks with a dull click.

[sabxwoohyun-deactivated20141117]

all the right moves, -- ♚

[sabxwoohyun-deactivated20141117]

he sips at his drink, face grimacing; the alcohol isn’t a flavor he’s used to — an on whim decision he had made for something different.  he continues though, knocks it back like it’s nothing because it’s going to do the same effect anyway. placing the glass on the counter, he ruffles up his hair, a breath escaping him as he leans his back against the counter; his arms cross, eyes flickering to the other male for a moment, frowning.

"don’t you win the friendship award, you generous soul." he rolls his eyes, a small scoff leaving his lips. his eyes scope out the floor, flickering eagerly over various entertainments and vices. his head tilts — thoughtful look coming across his face.

"should i go for an easy one or a hard one? ah, what a decision." his hands are in his hair again, ruffling it up. one drops from his hair to pull at the collar of his shirt, huffing idly. his gaze flickers once, twice over people — before an eyebrow raises. one hand lifts to point in a direction, a small cluster of girls talking quietly with themselves.

"what about that one?" he murmurs, his head nodding in their direction. "purple dress. she’s cute? or should i go for the red head?"

they’re pointless questions. woohyun is sure by the end of the night he’ll be with both at some point; girls are picky and fleeting — they come and go.

"i think i might have more of the chance with the red head. the purple dress looks a bit stiff."

[sabxchanyeol]

with sarcasm dripping heavily from the other’s words, a deep chuckle slips chanyeol’s lips and he shrugs, head tipping towards woohyun and his thumb slipping habitually through his belt loop.

“sure, though i’d prefer if it’s a trophy, and make sure to carve my name nicely in capital letters.”

chanyeol’s gaze is lazy as he scans the crowds with half-lidded eyes that skim to the targets that woohyun had enthusiastically laid his eyes upon. he scrutinises the pair of girls, both lean with slim figures enveloped by glamorous outfits. behind dark lashes, chanyeol’s sight draws from the red haired female to the quiet other with a tight pencil dress dyed violet and a sweet smile plastered across rose lips. her eyes are dusted with light makeup and her movements are somewhat timid compared to the rest.

she’s cute, with a single dimple adorning her visage, and even if chanyeol is merely of an assistance to woohyun, he still needs to hold up preferences. innocence is a good play at places like this, but natural flushed cheeks is distinguished from the work of makeup and a shy demeanour is an equally attractive trait of hers.

he produced a low hum as an approval and acknowledgment of woohyun’s words as he pushed himself upright and the idle grin on his lips melt into an elegant smile across his face. his arm extends to pat twice at the other’s shoulder and paces away with long strides towards the cluster of girls in the corner.

first move, made.

[sabxbaek]

;extremely mature activities

[sabxbaek]

i’m not picky. { —baekhyun defended himself, a finger being raised in protest. funnily enough, the shorter didn’t seem to mind the nickname ‘princess’ at all. in fact, he would have to admit he has grown rather used to it. instead what bothers him most is chanyeol’s ridiculously tall height; it was quite offending, truly. more often than not baekhyun ends up demanding the other to lower himself, because baekhyun can’t afford looking like a twelve years old next to the other (it’s bad for public image, he tells himself) } that just tastes bad, okay? like about everything here. and anywhere. { —the negative comments went on and baekhyun had to bump against chanyeol to dodge a couple, seemingly too occupied with each other to care about the passing people. he shot a glared in their direction, an annoyed huff escaping past his lips as his arms crossed over his chest. yet another reason his personal height is offending - you go unnoticed in crowds } this is disrespectful.. { —he mumbled more to his own ears than towards chanyeol, though was quick to glance back up at the other and shoot a demanding, pouty look in his direction } if you were a good person, you’d carry me instead of letting me suffer in the middle of all these morons.

[sabxchanyeol]

( —chanyeol arches a brow in the other’s direction, hopefully making his disbelief more than obvious for him because baekhyun is the last person you’d want to try and please, simply because it’s an almost impossible task. almost, because chanyeol is wholly better than average and also quite invincible as a living being. accompanying baekhyun means your ears will be constantly bothered by his endless sources of complaints, either to you or about you. chanyeol is a quick learner, though, and as a intellectual and naturally wise person, he’s this close to mastering the expertise of filtering out unimportant words of byun baekhyun ( which, might he add, is almost everything he says ). sure it’s not great, but it’s visually appealing enough. ( — and that’s all that matters to chanyeol. he shrugs off his words as they pass more varieties of stalls, the crowd growing more busy the further they pace. baekhyun’s struggling to swim through the clusters of people safely while trying to avoid contact with those he refers as commoners, and chanyeol finally breathes out a sigh as he takes a light grasp on the other’s arm, tugging baekhyun closer and towards the inner side that’s void of people. ) i thought you said that’ll ruin your supposed public image. i have no intention of ruining my ironed shirt and my public image, so stay close, stop complaining and have some fun.

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a necessity for life : insung + chanyeol

(’ —despite the homely and warm appearance of the inn, underneath was one room; a basement that was locked with a pincode and tucked around the side of the main building. this was what insung would call the home-base. the light dangling from the roof lit up the entirety of the darkened space. no windows, one entrance, well-used furniture, but most important were the lines of weapons. from hunting knives to semi-automatic guns. some of which where spread across the stained fabric in front of him. his fingers holding the smooth metal as he cleaned through the barrel and let his shoulder pin the phone to his ear.) “I don’t have any spare money — whatever in flow of money comes from the inn, goes right back into it. It’s not a five star hotel. And most of my guests are hunters.” (’ —he leans into the table that fills the center of the room, it’s one most of the younger hunters would know if they’d been under his command. this was where all his plans and maps were usually set out.) “They get the cheap rates. I don’t have any spare money, unless I sell something —  or win some. Or steal…” (’ —there’s a distinct look of hesitation before he empties his hands onto the table and grasps the phone.) “I’ll find some. Give me some time. Okay? I’ll contact you soon.” (’ —he nods his head moves for the stairs, opening the door with one hand and talking on the phone with the other.) “Tell him I love him. Stay safe.” (’ —he hangs up the phone with that, letting the door close behind him loudly before closing the steps to the front of the inn. hunting wasn’t lucrative. he needed to find some quick money.)

[sabxchanyeol]

( —chanyeol wanders, it’s a rare occasion for him to leave his place and freely travel without the trailing of managers and godamned duties that’ll pursue him wherever he escapes to ( and it doesn’t help that he already has the least work, meaning that it’s almost impossible to reduce any means of them ). a commander is a difficult role with responsibilities to attend to, but he never questions his own suitability for the position, it’s everything he’d built with his finger hands and all roads and tracks that he’d spaded with determination mixed into his blood. he’d departed with his destination set, and willingness to visit someone who he’d held brimming respect for. it’s admittedly an feeling that chanyeol doesn’t abundantly posses ( in comparison to the rest, because park chanyeol never spares too many emotions ). fixing his shades onto the bridge of his nose, he closes in to the front of the structure and scans the familiar door and hallway that used to be where he spent his recurring visits at. the similarly familiar figure of the other is located soon enough as he strides in and knocks his knuckles twice against the door lightly. ) hyung, hey.

[sabxchanyeol]

『 let go now, and i'll breathe you in. 』░ CY ✗ YF

alone. that’s frequently how chanyeol spends saturday afternoons with the dusking sky being the only source of light to aid the legibility of the newspaper and stacks of profile sheets in his hands. it’s almost useless, because night falls quickly in the islands, but he could really careless — he doesn’t actually complete any means of duties and work anyways.

it’s different occasionally though, like now, in which solitude is replaced by the company of another, a friend — a close one, namely wu yifan. lean figure and prominent jaws against knuckles, chanyeol appreciates his flattering appearance like how he loves everything beautiful. yifan’s existence is consoling by itself, quiet demeanour complements the silence embracing the pair with broad arms. the corners of his lips are drawn higher when he’s beside the other, it’s still painted with the usual grace but tinted with more colours of sincerity.

he remembers when yifan called him lonely, a solo soul and someone seeking for something wholesome to satisfy his yearn of belonging. it’s untrue, because chanyeol knows where he belongs, but some feelings will always remain insatiable and leaving empty hollows.

he learns, that they’re both lonely.

perhaps he’s content with yifan’s words now, because his presence is sufficient to brim the lacking that’s almost nauseous during cold midnights that’ve, too, erased the luminous crescents of the moon. independence fades when he’s accompanied by him, and chanyeol towers burdens onto yifan’s shoulders. he dismisses the guilt and convinces himself that it’ll be okay until yifan tells him otherwise.

but he never did.

days, months and years pass and bewilderment piles because yifan doesn’t have to this.

there’s no reason, but chanyeol defers determination to seek a reason because goddamned emotions always get the worst of him. his dependence is selfish, but aren’t they all selfish?

if everything lasts like so, it’ll all be okay.

he’s hoping, he’s desperately hoping.

chanyeol sinks back into the cushioned couch and tears his gaze away from yifan.

[sabxchanyeol]

『because you're always the flower closest to my heart 』░ CY ✗ SJ

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【 such is the warmth he provides —- like a hearty fire sizzling in the fireplace after a long day in a blizzard. where aching feet and restless souls gather to enjoy a moment of serenity. he ( with his brotherly embrace ) consumed the creaks of her olden bones ( so weary, so weary ) when he maneuvered her frail fingers down the smooth surface of his jaw. flawless exterior whispered tales against her fingertips —- telling her of the adventures he has gone on: the encounters with dragons and evil witches. how brave her darling knight had fought! how heroic his actions were! heroic, heroic —- even his heinous methods are heroic. an heroism that made her fingers tremble with awe and admiration —- soft caresses of intimacy shared between the two; boundaries of socially acceptable exchanges between siblings does not extend out to them. for he is more than her brother —- he is the fire that fuels her strength, the lighthouse that guides her home, he is the reason for her determined survival.

she is not fine without him. she is not fine without them. 】you don’t have to apologize. i understand. home is —-

【 —- a cobblestoned reminder filled with too many suffocating memories & not enough company. beautifully structured house ( eluding wealth and history ) made with the finest stone and bricks, painted with the most luxurious colors. a sanctuary passed down from hunter to hunter —- a place worth more than the currency sitting in their banks; their house is absolutely breathtaking, but that is all it is. a breathtakingly exquisite building that held no homey atmosphere. someone once said: ‘home is where the heart is at.’

her home is always with her brother, wherever he may go.

& right now, her home is in his arms —- wrapped tightly around her smaller frame; arms tightening to press her body as close to his as possible as her dark lashes fluttered against his throat. with her lips pressed against his collarbone —- she clung onto him hoping he won’t ever leave her side again. 】silly brother of mine. always straying too far from home. don’t you know your place is right besides me?

[sabxchanyeol]

( it’s beautiful, he thinks, that the warmth of her fingertips are consoling to every pore and sends nostalgia along crimson streams and inked veins. so he thinks, but krystal isn’t the past because time flies when she’s close, and he soars into the future where they exist. nostalgia isn’t krystal. he swallows all the sweetness she is, and he’s in love with the way she envelopes the bitterness on his tongue, only to leave trails of nothing but herself. winter scoots in harsh with arms open to embrace, but fearless he is with her in his arms—nothing to lose, but time that leaks through finger slits. 

time, oh precious time, the golden seconds that cases them in silence of each other’s breathing and nothing but steady heartbeat ( speeding heartbeats ) pounding against ribcages. 

if flowers bloomed from affection — then not even the garden of eden would stand before their sight. 

they’re thorned, both of them bearing the toxins of responsibility and expectations and it’s only when family conjoins as a single word when defence falls and all shells retreat from fond hearts. 

he’s never learnt the safety of home without them, the huntress and the young and gifted hunter he calls his brother. and he’s absent, but thoughts and minds are linked, and portions of their soul shared with their dearest. 

no treasure ever compares, and he holds no diamonds but in her eyes, it’s where he drowns. her smile allows infinite possibilities, and it makes him yearn for so much more. 

the breath against his neck, frail fingers pressed to his and rose lips grazing homeliness that crawls under his skin. her scent resembles seasons that blend to one— his digits trace the winter remnants and draw over autumn breeze ; she embodies the beauty of spring and the golden heart of summer. he never expected less, for she was his most precious he’s ever had. ) 

straying, i might be, but never a day without the ache of homesickness. take me home, dearest sister.

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all the right moves, -- ♚

his fingers tap against the counter — impatiently, idle. his eyes are flickering across the bar top — down the counter, analyzing the people around him. he finds faces he hasn’t seen before, and some that are familiar. he squints at them, sighing to himself when he can’t quite place a name to it. he shifts his form, ducking his head as he drums a rhythm on the counter top.

"i wonder, i wonder." he hums to himself, listing his head up to stare curiously ahead. "wonder what kinds of girls will be here tonight. been a while since i’ve been out."

he whistles, giving quick thanks to the bartender that brings two drinks over. he slides one to this side, to the form towering over him. an eye trails over to look at him, lips quirking as an eyebrow raises.  

"bought you a drink. think of it as a compensation fee for helping me out." his grin is cheeky, and he’s sure chanyeol has plenty of other things to be doing rather than helping woohyun find company.

— but it’s okay, he tells himself. at least chanyeol is a form of company he wouldn’t mind for the time being.

he lips press against his glass as he drinks, body turning to face the crows with a hum. “so many places to start. huh. so many choices — what do you think?”

[sabxchanyeol]

the scents in the atmosphere are thick with heavy mixtures of perfume and the air flushes with excitement radiated from the dancing figures in the club. it’s not often that chanyeol sits at a bar top, exposed to the public instead of taking his seat behind veiled curtains and shut behind quiet vip rooms built conveniently for people like him. 

it’s a change, he supposes, and being around woohyun can be a little fun. 

his hair is slicked neatly, and perfectly ( because park chanyeol is him, and he is park chanyeol ) and his lips are pressed against the short glasses, alcohol running smooth past his throat and settling into his system. he gives mental credit to woohyun for his choice of drinks this time. 

a subtle noise is produced from his throat and he assumes it’s enough of a reply to the other, because woohyun’s special talent is endless speech and chanyeol has decided that his attention span is incapable of suiting high level skills like that. chanyeol doesn’t have many flaws, but woohyun is a unique species that shouldn’t be recommended to everyone.

the black dress shirt clings to chanyeol’s torso as he slides off his seat and shifts himself into a leaning position with his back against the bar top. his eyes are lined with thin ink and he glances over at woohyun, slender fingers toying carelessly with the initial loose buttons of his shirt. 

“choice is yours, i’m only here for supposed friendship duties and to very kindly let you take the spotlight tonight.”

[sabxbaek]

;extremely mature activities

ew. { —a frown paints baekhyun’s features as he pulls his mouth away from the red-coloured candy apple he had just bit, lower lip jutting in protest over the bad taste. he couldn’t recall the last time he ate one of these, but he could easily tell it didn’t taste this bad. he should have expected it, after all, he is a vampire now - but sometimes there’s that slight hope some food other than blood might still taste good. well, guess again. with a huff, he wipes non-existent dirt for the corner of his lip (an almost instinctive act of showing disgust, apparently), before pushing the candy apple in the direction of the one person that has kept him company for god knows whatever reason - chanyeol. they don’t really get along, but then again, you find them together more often than not. it’s complicated. } here, take it. { —he urged the other to grab the apple stick, pout still present in his lips. he’s quite offended over the apple’s taste, yes he is. }

[sabxchanyeol]

( — excitement is evident in the air with the squeals of miniature children and busy hustles of shoulders along the stalls. crowded locations had never really been his thing, and he much preferred the absence of body collision every few steps that he took. he’s still manages to put enough attention into this festival though, albeit the boredom that’d caught onto him gradually as seconds ticked. his meandering thoughts were cut to a halt when an almost untouched candy apple is shoved into his line of sight, with the hand’s owner currently boring spiteful holes into the poor apple with his gaze. baekhyun’s pout is getting more ridiculous every time and chanyeol thinks that the other must attend lessons that’ve ( very effectively ) taught him how to whine and still manage to look decently attractive. sighing defeatedly, chanyeol takes the stick from him, brings the candy apple to his lips and gnaws a small piece off. the sweet outer layer has an appeasing taste and fortunately far from being sickening, the enveloped apple is a little sour, but takes a refreshing relish on his tongue. the expression of distaste is still printed on baekhyun’s visage, and chanyeol questions carefully why he’s even stuck with him so frequently.) stop being picky, princess.

[sabxchanyeol]

『because you're always the flower closest to my heart 』░ CY ✗ SJ

[bornwithsilver-deactivated20171]

【 he reminds her of silent serenity — where turbulences turn into soft breezes ( the kind that brushes against heated skin on a humid summer day ) to embrace mortals with gentleness. tormented souls intertwined by shared genetics; he banished the sadistic devils that resided in her paranoid mentality with just a single glance. the wailing woman quieted — peace found & clarity returned. in his unfair absence ( how he dared to venture so far from her for so long ) she had found poisoned monsters & sharpened talons. monsters with silver words & tainted heart; she had found passage to heartbreak & weakened moments. her iron strength flickering after each encounter — diminishing with each hour that ticked by without his return. she had missed him horribly ( as she always will ). the warmth of his bed no longer satisfying the longing in her beating heart. she wants him to come back, but she refuses to ask.

& it is pure happiness that sparks in her eyes — childish excitement bubbles in the pits of her stomach. for her brother is well & fine & he remains so exceedingly handsome in front of her. elegant hunter — her darling brother has the allure of screeching sirens, but he only has eyes for her. her sweet brother has the charisma of golden lion, but he belongs only to her. her brother, her brother! she will only share her beloved brother with her milk prince. the golden trio — the family that hunts. 】i must be dreaming. i dream of this often.

【 she declares lowly. silken fingers dance across the contours of his visage — affections seeps out through the tips. marking each dip & curve of delicate bones to her memory. after being satisfied with her thorough examination ( content with his health ), she glides forward to curl up against his broad chest. precious head presses against him as her slender arms wrap around his waist. nestling deep in his embrace — she is home again. 】i missed you. so much. the house is quiet without you. hannie hasn’t been — are you staying this time? i’ll only allow you to pick me up if you stay longer this time.

[sabxchanyeol]

( — the coffee shop is warm, and warmth enveloped all cold spaces left unfilled by the loose sweater that clung onto his figure. the atmosphere is sweetness that he can taste on the tip of his tongue and he compares it to the appeasing aftertaste of the rose tea that brims the cup between his fingers every morning. their connection is never absent for long, and even if he’s far, frequent calls and texts are exchanged but his heart grows fonder as he misses clasped fingers and warm embraces that all smell like her. he thinks about what comfort should feel like and how all feels in place and much more right when she’s in his arms, when she’s securely with him. it’s a sense of belonging that feels too much like a shelter where deafening gunfires are muted, terror is deflected — it’s just him and the two others that he keeps close to his heart ; the other two that shares a part of his soul. his eyes have finally picked up her figure again, and all irritation is silenced when her fingers are against his cheek. pretty fingers that fit the best with his, and fills the gaps that are empty ( as is his heart ) without her beside him. his lids flutter close for a minute moment and dares not to erase her out of sight for too long as his gaze drinks in her beauty and dark eyes that home the dust of the brightest stars. he lays large palms over hers and guides warm digits along his jaw and his lips are seeping with contentment poured out from his heart. ) it’s not a dream, i’m here. 

( — he thinks he might be dissatisfied with the slimness of her arms that secures him in her embrace ( or her in his ) but he forgets when sleek strands of hair brush against his chin and he encircles strong arms around her figure. his fingers draw smoothly through her silk streaks and threads slender digits through the rippling curls that slip out of his grasp fluidly. his lips are against her temple and the warmth burns a layer of satisfaction over his skin —time cannot stop, but they can. ) sorry, i’ll come home more often. i’ll stay, i will— i promise.

[ynggukks-blog-deactivated201702]

an orderly dispute . yongguk & chanyeol

{—* a whisper of chimes floats in from the outside, the twinkling of the bells like the laughter of nymphets. }{—* large hands still, fingers wrapped around a glass and a wash cloth. Cloth grubby, glass pristine and free of the latte aroma it once encased. It’s a job well done.} Don’t forget the syrup. {—* the co-worker gains a sheepish look about his countenance, but Yongguk is not impressed. He doesn’t want some irritated customer complaining about a plain latte when they had specifically requested for an irish creme. Peace, is the notion of it lost? } 

{—* once satisfied that the customer isn’t going to do with the coffee like others do insults, Yongguk deigns to set the glass down and make his way over to the till, whereby he can now observe the newest entrant.}{—* apprehension settles in his body as he recognises the man. faint memories of the sudden, invasive and not necessarily polite raid his house had undergone rise unbidden in his mind.}{—* wariness aside, he has a customer to tend to.} Can I take your order?

[sabxchanyeol]

( — the streets are surprisingly empty as he strides along with essential shades veiling half of his visage. his eyes settle on his destination before him and he pushes through the glass doors, the aroma of sweet coffee embracing him and a subtle smile of approval splits at his lips. he takes long strides towards an empty window seat and settles down, eyes running over the list of drinks over the available menu on the table. he gets distracted a few times by the droning of coffee machines and he peers over behind the counters curiously. the quiet chattering is just at an acceptable volume, and it’s soothingly comforting to hear occasional laughter. this is probably why people urge him to head out so often, he guesses. it’s short seconds after, that a man dressed in smart uniform approaches him and chanyeol responds with a quiet hum and taps at the menu with his index. ) Recommendations? Enlighten me with your favourite and just get me that, will you?

[sabxchanyeol]

『because you're always the flower closest to my heart 』░ CY ✗ SJ

[bornwithsilver-deactivated20171]

 【 the strong aroma of steamed coffee mixed with sweet pastries overwhelmed her active senses — mundane chitchat too loud & too noisy for sunday evening. new customers complain about the humid weather:

                                                “i can’t believe how hot it is today.”                                                          “oh. what can i get for you?”                                                 “i swear the sun is melting me. my poor skin.”                                                                       ” …”                                                 “look at you though! as pale as edward collins.”                                                                   “excuse me?”                                                 “you know — twilight? i’m team jacob myself.”                                                                     “oh. a latte then?”

of course she had resisted the urge to kindly spray the lady with water to wake her up from her delusional ways — seriously, out of all the things to compare her with, it really did not have to be edward the broody vampire. sure it was probably meant as a compliment ( the delusional lady was a fanatic after all ), but krystal found it to be an insult. throughout her brief time in the coffee industry, she concluded that the topic of supernatural creatures is in the top ten most discussed topics between people. each girl or boy animately chatting or debating about werewolves and vampires and ghosts ( the fictional industry did not help in that aspect ) without knowing the reality of it all — neighbors, friends, families could drain your blood at any given moment or turn into a hideous human/wolf mutant every full moon.

but it matters not — as long as these naive and innocent human beings remain safe and sound, it is better for them not to know the truth. so she would smile until her cheek muscles hurt until it was time for her to leave into the dark night.

which is in a couple minutes.

her phone vibrated in her apron, but it was left unattended as she leaned against the counter to get a better look at the familiar figure walking into the door — 】

"oppa? what are you doing here?"

[sabxchanyeol]

( —he takes close notice of the expression on her familiar visage, except that it was only hinted with annoyance and slight irritation. he frowns at any negativity upon her face, because it's forbidden for anyone to cast anything unpleasant upon krystal and he strongly believes so. she's busy on her feet, weaving nimbly through the tables with small notepad in hand and pen tucked between the fabric of her apron for her convenience. chanyeol doesn't understand much of that though, only because he doesn't like the idea of krystal having to appear upon the command of another, or the fact that she's not the most superior in this supposed workplace of a cafe. it's hard to convince her though—he has learnt that after numerous attempts. instead, he’s here and visiting her after he sneaks out from his scheduled shoots and ignoring all his factors that’ll induce his manager’s high blood pressure and panic attacks resulted from his constant escapes. he slips his phone back into his pocket and the thin angle across his lips finally melts into a smile upon hearing her voice. he removes the shades from the bridge of his nose and ruffles down his loose fringe, his lips puckering subtly as he strides over in elegant steps; past the busy tables and towards her. ) you’re not happy to see me? i came to pick you up. ( — his eyes rakes over the way her hair is bundled carelessly and a tinges of pride paints his lips because krystal is always the prettiest, and his cheeks visibly inflate only when he’s standing before her. he glances past her for a brief moment, gaze drawing quickly over those in the same uniform before he pours full attention to her again and places a palm on her head and inclines himself forward for eyes to stare back at hers. ) and because i missed you.

[sabxkikwang-blog]

╯Ve̴̬͝nom → chanyeol┊kikwang

[sabxkikwang-blog]

kikwang’s eyes followed the direction the other guy’s finger was pointing at, frowning his brows to focus on the shattered glass scattered along the carpet. he looked around before bringing his eyes back to the man, the place was unfamiliar and so was his face, “i didn’t mean-” his voice was cut off replaced by a groan as he felt stinging pain spreading through his body. it wasn’t like any other pain, it wasn’t some wounded flesh or broken bones, it felt like he was being burnt from the inside. clearly the smirking guy who bent down right to his side had done something to him, but he was paralyzed and unable to move in order to actually do anything about it.

he was sure now that he was there to cause damage, yet it wasn’t exactly kikwang, that was the wolf breaking loose with kikwang helplessly unable to stop it. a misunderstanding of a reckless act could cost him his life now, and his hands were tied, literally, to be able to do anything to change that.

"i don’t even know how i got here!" he roared as the pain trailed up to his ribs. the torture made it hard to even beg for mercy. with cold eyes nonchalantly staring down at him, the poor wolf grimaced in agony, and what made it even worse was the fact that he was completely rooted to the spot. silently cursing for the sudden turn of events, the only good thing that came out of it was that he was stopped before causing any harm yet what meaning could it have if he died as a result of his foolish actions. "i’m sorry for breaking in. it wasn’t my intentions" he hissed in between heavy panting, however his actual actions would say otherwise, failing in trying to explain, it was a complicated situation where he could only hope the other would understand. 

[sabxchanyeol]

the other spoke with much difficulty, from what chanyeol had observed, and his words were forced out with the intrusion of pain that’d most likely spread through veins already by now. he knew his own works the best, and this was one of his most favoured creations. the colour of the poison is clear, and is completely scentless, unlike his previous toxins that’d always smelt of faint sweetness. the effects had proved to be satisfying since long ago, and it’s under rare circumstances that he’ll ever require the use of this. perhaps he was too deeply in thought to ponder details like this and he was a little too distracted. he’d speared the needle with no second thought, sliding out whichever one his fingers had come into contact with first, carelessly, albeit that fact that he’d still accurately pieced it through his vein without failure. 

the paralysis poison was made to be fatal, and with the male’s desperate squirms, it was bound to kill him sooner or later. it won’t be a pretty sight, definitely not. chanyeol’s eyes draw towards the helplessness that grows more evident with the every tick of a second and parts his lips to emit a sigh. he brings slender digits to the other’s cheek, the pads of his fingers tracing gentle touches only for a brief moment before he tears his hand away. 

the latter’s voice is loud and his voice boomed with coarseness that echoed through the silence. chanyeol’s eyes narrowed, tinges of danger hinted through sapphire behind lazy gazes. he gives a hum, a quiet noise, as a simple response and retreats his fingers to the knives hanging from his waist side. he feigns an expression of contemplation and not failing to catch onto the weakening volume of the other’s voice that’d managed an apology. 

“it’ll be troublesome if you die here, wouldn’t it?” 

chanyeol isn’t a horrible person, he really isn’t.

[sabxhan]

❝ I think I’ll pass, hyung. I can see why you’re a commander, now. ❞

[sabxchanyeol]

"Are you sure? I'll be great to your milk, I promise. You're flattering me, Han, I'm just babying you like I should." 

[sabxhan]

❝ I’d love to, actually. Playing Captain Chanyeol for a day. Maybe I should wear a cape too while at it. ❞

[sabxchanyeol]

"But you can't have milk, if you're going to be me. Instead, I'll be you and drink all your milk, just to stay in character. Most considerate hyung award? I think that's for me."

[cheolyans]

Chanyeol in bed  ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)