#celchanhee

[celxjackson]

[text] Oh no, I’m not doing that again.

{ ♔ }

{ ✉ sms → hee } come on, man{ ✉ sms → hee } why not?{ ✉ sms → hee } I’m not asking you to burn one of the library books{ ✉ sms → hee } I’m bored at home. I want to go out.{ ✉ sms → hee } don’t  say no{ ✉ sms → hee } I will be there in five, we are going to club 

[celxjimin-blog]

|Lost and Found|❉ Chanhee and Jimin

Regaining consciousness once again was the last thing that the girl had wanted at this point. However, this time when she awoke, she was alone. The demon that had tormented her and sliced her open had truly just abandoned her in this wretched place, which still reeked of blood, sulfur and vomit. It was still rather dark inside, with the only source of light leaking in from the slightly cracked door. The girl was alive, and now she could actually escape, supposedly. After all, it had to have been hours since she had last stood on her own free will… wait. Hours.

Oh shit.

A rush of panic set in on the girl when she realized that there was a very, very good chance that she was late to work. At once, she attempted to spring to her feet, but only found herself toppling forward in pain, letting out a loud groan as she hit the floor again. Her arms ached, her head was pounding, and her stomach was churning with every movement she made. How was she going to function as an employee acting, looking, and smelling like this? The worst part was that she didn’t even have her phone on her, so calling for help was practically impossible, or even just calling her work to let them know she was gonna be late. What time was it? Where was she? How was she going to get home like this?

Finally managing the effort to make it out of the warehouse and onto the streets, Jimin began to aimlessly hobble around, hoping, praying that she could find something familiar, some sort of landmark to lead her back home. But with all the pain she was in, and only having one eye to properly use, her vision grew weaker by the second. No. No, she wasn’t about to let herself lose consciousness in the middle of the sidewalk. She had to keep going. She just had to-

Oof!

“I-I’m sorry!” the witch stuttered, realizing she had ran into someone. When she was finally able to get a grip on the situation, her eyes widened when she realize that it was no ordinary person that she had ran into; it was Chanhee, the boy from the library. “I-I…” Fear suddenly ran through her as she became consciously aware of what she must have looked like, and smelled like as well. She needed to leave, and she needed to leave now.

[taehyungxcel]

trickster → chanhee & taehyung

taehyung grinning as he was passing out cards when he feels a weird hollow feeling in his stomach. in just a few seconds, the hollow feeling went throughout his entire body. he didn’t know what he had to do? did he need to vomit or something? had he eaten something that gave him allergies? he didn’t remember.

as the clients in front of him looked over their card, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. it was reaching his head, a headache maybe? 

when he opened his eyes, his view was a gloomy sky. “what...” taehyung whispered to himself, he touched the floor beneath him, which was no floor. it felt like sand? dirt? he was lying down on the floor. he was just at work and that really freaked him out. did someone knock him out and drag his body into the middle of nowhere?

he quickly got up and brushed his clothes clean. he looked around to what seemed a forest, dead trees and plants surrounded him. what was this place? taehyung realized he didn’t feel bad anymore, he felt perfectly fine. 

taehyung spotted a head of blonde hair, it seemed familiar. too familiar. he knew exactly who it was, so he ran towards it. after he reached the other figure, he hugged it so tightly. taehyung wrapped his arms tightly around chanhee, the height difference was causing chanhee’s face to be pressed against taehyung’s chest. he was confused and scared and in the middle of nowhere. he was so relieved to see the other. 

he let go of the boy and looked at him in the eyes, taehyungs’ face filled with confusion and fright. “where are we?”

celchanhee

[ljxemanipulator-blog]

✖, ❣

❣:Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them.

L.Joe is the type to require understanding in the place of normal affection; he thrives on someone who will see him as he is and go along with all his whims. Whether they do so cleanly or with resignation is of no consequence to him. Someone with power, too - he feels too clearly his own possibilities and a kind of (false, because he knows that they, too, might fall to him) restraint is good for his mind. 

If it’s just platonic, friendly affection, just be interesting. He likes interesting things.

✖ :Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.

... I’m actually not sure?! Apprehensive... perhaps if a precognitive told him he wasn’t going to survive the war? He’s quite hard to scare, really.

[taehyungxcel]

do i know you? → chanhee & taehyung

it was saturday afternoon and it was such a lovely day outside, taehyung had to take advantage of it. his friend had invited him to small restaurant that served the best noodles, but it looked like his friend abandoned him. its 4:28pm and his friend said he was going to be here at 4. taehyung was waiting in a small bench right out the door of the noodle place. it wasn't like him to just leave him here — he wasn't even replying his phone. "what an asshole..." taehyung managed to scoff out. at least the day was pretty. he could probably spend hours just staring at clouds move slowly around earth. after a good 2 minutes of staring at clouds, something — actually, someone — caught taehyungs eye. it was a male that was around his built and height, a bit shorter, with blondish hair. his face seemed vaguely familiar, a soft expression and a cute face. taehyung couldn't remember from where though. he watched as the male entered the noodle restaurant and taehyung felt his body get up by himself and follow the boy in.

[celxjackson]

╔ devil-ing bookmarks ➲ C&J

celchanhee

Jackson’s classes at the studio had been cancelled. The demon couldn’t deny that he was relieved with it, because the last thing he wanted was to deal with his class of brats. Calling in sick had crossed his mind as soon as he woke up. Today, the dancing teacher really didn’t feel like going to work. In the beginning, he had thought that a strong black coffee would solve his problem, but after the morning passed and the afternoon finally arrived, Jackson realized that nothing was going to change his mood about teaching today. His body was aching to hunt and that was exactly what he did as soon as he left the studio. If his boss hadn’t told him that they needed his classroom to a classic dancing demonstration for a foreign movie, the dancer would have asked to take the rest of the day off.

After satisfying the demon inside of him, Jackson left the remains of the human body in the alleyway before he went straight away to his apartment. After changing his clothes to something more comfortable, the young man started to send a few texts to some of his friends. Hopefully, one of them would be free for the rest of the afternoon. After half an hour, Jackson realized that his hope had flown away from the window. They all seemed to be busy with work or with personal issues. Mark wasn’t even answering his text and that made the demon pout at that fact. 

“Whatever.” Grumbling under his breath, the dancer knew exactly where to find him. 

The library was close to his building, so it didn’t take him long to arrive there. Jackson rarely came to the library, because the last thing he had come to this place to meet Mark, one of the librarian had to kick him out. He always had a spontaneous personality. Jackson had always been loud. So as expected, a library wasn’t the perfect place for him to stay. The demon couldn’t be quiet as he constantly had something to say or to complain. Only nerds liked to hang out in the library. Even in high school, he had always tried to avoid studying in the library. Being in silence was always a problem. Coexisting with silence was even worse. The young man only came to libraries when he needed something very urgency. Right now, what Jackson needed was Mark.

However when the demon arrived there, he couldn’t find his best friend anywhere.

Fifteen minutes had passed. Jackson continued to wander around the library for a few more minutes before he tried to find one of the librarians. Behind his back, he was crossing his fingers to not find the librarian who had kicked him out a few months ago. If that happened, the man would try to kick him once again and that wasn’t going to end well, because Jackson wasn’t going to leave without Mark. Clearing out his throat, the demon had the decency to keep his voice low when he called for the librarian he had found. “Excuse me.” His back was to him, so he couldn’t say if it was the same librarian he had met or not. To be honest, Jackson couldn’t even remember the man’s face anymore. If it wasn’t the same, he certainly wouldn’t be able to recognize him.