#chansungcel

[notcelxmoonbyul-blog]

[text] I’ve seen every episode of Grey’s Anatomy like 3 times. I practically have a PhD.

[ ✉️  SMS ⇢ chansung ] good for you then?

[ ✉️  SMS ⇢ chansung ] but wait… what does this have to do with me?

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[text] You left your sweatshirt here. It’s mine now.

[text to: channie] you’ve decided to claim my sweatshirt???[text to: channie] among all the other clothes I’ve left at your place, you just want my SWEATSHIRT?[text to: channie] what are you hiding[text to: channie] what are you planning[text to: channie] ISTG IF YOU PUT A SPELL ON ME I WILL F U C K  YOU UP CHANNIE DON T

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up all night to get some ~ chansung + tempo

It was about 3 am, give or take, and Seunghyun was very drunk and probably a little bit high (“probably” because when you spend too much time in a club, you inhale too much smoke and glitter and strobe lighting, and it all sort of pools together and makes everything wobbly). He had about eighteen songs stuck in his head and he was trying to hum all of them at once while he got out the extra key he had to Chansung's apartment. It took him mumbling through the second verses and the chorus before he finally managed to get the key actually into the lock and open it up.

He stumbled inside, slammed the door shut, and immediately headed into the kitchen. Channie's kitchen was always way better stocked than his own, and fucking gigantic in comparison, so he got out an apple before making his way through the rooms towards the one he knew the other was asleep in. Well maybe not so much sleeping anymore. But just in case he was still asleep inside, Seunghyun threw himself against the door and started pounding on it like a three year old throwing a tantrum.

“CHANNIE-POO. Open the door!!” He whined loudly and banged his head against the wood three times. Thinking about it though, Chansung was probably fucking somebody, And Seunghyun should probably leave them alone and apologize, but ehhhh. No one else Chansung could have been with really mattered, in the long run, when it came to their friendship- at least they never mattered to Seunghyun. “I’m bored and I can’t sleep and whoever you’ve got in there is not as important to you as I am, anyway!” He paused, biting into his apple and looking over at the living room. That looked comfy. “Channie, I’m going over to sit on your couch! I’ll probably eat all your chips! Let me know when you aRE DONE OKAY??” He kicked the door a little and stumbled backwards, muttering curse words at the pain in his toe, before turning around and flopping down onto the floor of the hallway, planking on his face and just waiting.

chansungcel

[kwonji-yong-blog1]

Under My Skin:  Chansung ✕ GD

Jiyong pads to his kitchen, grabs a cup and heads to the refrigerator and stares at the buttons blankly as he jabs his index to the first one in line and it dispenses ice into the cup. His face remains unchanged—a cold expression worn (maybe he’s just bored?) as he watches the water trickling down into the cup. He gulps it all down in one go and lets out an exhale he doesn’t know he has been keeping. He puts the cup down and feels entranced by the ruby red color of it, reminding him of a certain liquid he suddenly craved, as his stomach turn to knots and his body starts to heat up. The ginger haired feel a wry smile curl on his lips. Of course, why didn’t he realized it sooner—that emptiness that seems to gnaw his insides away. He has been hungry for too long; the ravenous urge demands to be fed. And so, Jiyong hunts.

The last time he hunted was probably a week ago, and every time he spares a soul (not devouring them completely) he feels nobility bestow upon him. Reforming in the woods, he chuckles to himself, as he waltz around the forest not too far from his own apartment. For an easy hunt Jiyong could always opt for heading to any club, flash his charmer of a smile at pretty girls who like to don in skimpy clothes with a face full of make-up caked on, and heels that are obviously anything but comfort. They just fall under his spell effortlessly and sometimes Jiyong doesn’t even know why he tries, and he thinks it’s ridiculous (though to his advantage) how sweet nothings could make the girls do anything. If he needs some sort of release on the night, he’ll bring them to a hotel for a quick fuck and teleport them to somewhere deserted to suck them dry. He usually dumps the body in a river, but as of recent weeks, Jiyong’s become nonchalant that he just leaves them there (stark naked), their glassy eyes still wide open and their arms and legs sprawled in a weird angle. It becomes dull for Jiyong after a while because there is no thrill.

Henceforth tonight, the ginger is back in the forest, and hunts like old times closes his eyes and inhales the freshness of the air, and the musky scent of the night. His eyes peel open when his demon senses for the human soul tingles. Jiyong grins, and teleports himself to the source of the sound. She startles at first, because out of nowhere a handsome man with orange hair is beside her, but she just pulls her pink woolly cardigan tighter as if the presence of Jiyong brings shivers down her spine. It probably does. She only screams when he rounds himself infront of her, smiling as his eyes turn full black. She runs, and he lets her, because it’s only more fun that way and Jiyong smirks, because the outcome is always the same.

“Hide tightly, I can see your hair,” Jiyong starts chirping and chases after his prey.

chansungcel

[notcelxmoonbyul-blog]

tour guide ★ mby & hcs

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It was her first day at the coven, the thought of meeting new people seemed really frightening to her, not to mention she needed to socialize with the members. She never liked being in a new place and surrounded by new people -- it brings back the memories of her childhood. That time when she transferred into a new school, the feeling of being surrounded by a new people, not to mention the new environment is quite intimidating to her, and so -- the feeling was back, she was feeling quite intimidated as of this very moment.

The reason she joined the coven was very simple, she want to improve her skills, she want to learn from the people who knows her ability very well, and so here she was standing just outside the temple complex as they call it -- she haven’t encountered such word before so it felt foreign to her when she read it from the parchment where the address was written on it.

She was instructed to meet this Chansung guy -- obviously she did not have any idea who it is, nor what he look like, and so she decided to just wait for him on the entrance -- since according to the instruction that was given to him, he would meet him there at exactly 2 in the afternoon -- which is like in five minutes. It was quite a relief that she arrived earlier though, she didn’t want to make her mentors wait for her after all.

[celxruki-blog]

Kill the Lights 💀 Ruki + Chansung

Fuck, the demon muttered to himself as he wiped the sweat from his brow. The bar shift that night had been a bit more than rowdy, what with the constant fighting between this one married couple that had originally shown up to have a good time. Lucky for Ruki, though, he was relieved rather early in comparison to most nights. One of his coworkers was itching for extra hours, and while the demon enjoyed most nights at the bar, tonight was one that had left him with little patience. He had to do something to take his mind off of the bar, so he decided to do the first thing that came to him; feed.

Earlier in the week, Ruki had caught the sweet scent of brutality on his nostrils, and under further examination, the delectable scent lead to a troubled cop who appeared to live in a small apartment. The demon had been planning on popping in to this man’s living quarters a lot later, when he had followed him around for longer to get a read on him, but at this point, the demon was hungry, ready to munch on some delectable suffering, and who better to satisfy his cravings than some dumb cop?

Pulling a small notebook out from his back pocket, the man flipped through page after page of rather stalker-like notes on potential and past victims, until finally he reached the name of the apartment complex that he had watched the man enter just a few nights before. However, he wasn’t 100% sure exactly which room the cop would be heading up to, and he really did not have the patience to play the guessing game, so instead he did the only thing he could do; waited to see if the cop would come through his way. Admittedly, it was a very tedious process, but what was a few hours of waiting compared to the beautiful feast he would have tonight?

Finally, Ruki caught sight of the cop, and waited patiently, watching him from afar and marking which apartment window light turned on within the next few minutes. Then, of course, came more waiting until the lights turned off, and even then, it was best to wait at least half an hour to make certain that the victim was asleep. Once the waiting game had finally been played, the demon quickly scaled the brick, finding that the window was easier to break open than he had expected, and crept his way into the apartment where the cop resided. It didn’t take long to find the man’s slumbering body either. In one foul swoop, the demon mounted himself atop the man’s chest, placing his hand calmly on the other’s head before taking a nice, deep breath in. Time to see what this guy was dreaming about.

[minahisove]

Juliet ☄ Chansung&Minah

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Everything in Minah’s life was the same. Every day she woke up knowing what to do and how to act. Not showing any emotions. Simply a smile on her face and listening to what other people say. Nothing was out of place and to the outside everything seemed perfect. No scandals or problems. Everything seemed to go smoothly. Minah knew this lifestyle since she was a little girl so she never knew any other method to really show her emotions. Hiding her emotions. That’s what she got taught.

Today was one of her rare free day’s. That made it easier for her to wake up. She didn’t need to be near her boss. Not worrying about him touching her inappropiate and her having to hide it. Instead a garden party was going to happen today. Her family was invited and Minah as the only daughter had to go with her parents.

Stepping out of the bathroom Minah made her way to her closet opening the door to decide on a nice dress for this party. Scanning through the closet full of clothes she picked out a nice dress in a coral color. Taking it with her back to the bathroom she changed into the dress. Finishing the last touches on her make-up Minah left her room and walked to her parent's. Together they made there way to the party. Stepping out of the car naturally a smile appeared on Minah’s lip’s. But it wasn’t a smile out of happiness but a smile that she always wore when out of the house.

A few hour’s later and the party was full with people she had seen once or twice thanks to her dad. Minah set her empty glas down on one of the many tables for one of the waiter’s to take and searched for her parent’s. They should be talking to other guest’s. Minah greeted guest’s while making her way through the crowd of people. Her steps became more careful as she was in the area of the over flowing pool.

Then everything happened to fast for her to realise. Someone pushed his ellbow into her side and she started fall. Suddenly she was underwater and the other guest’s eyes became all wide staring at her in the pool. The pool was deep. Deeper when she had expected and her heels and her long dress made it hard for her to swim. What should she do now. She had no idea.

[247xbora]

Pills and Potions; kyr & hcs —

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"No, I don't fucking need your help." Yuri groaned as this guy named Chansung escorted her. He was one of those security staff members that was at the shoot that day and he was asked to take her home since she wasn't feeling really well. "Seriously! Stop following me!" The brunette groaned as they walked down the street. He grabbed her arm and she struggled. "I can take care of myself!" But it was a lie, she was dizzy and she felt horrible. 

The lights from the set made he head ache and due to the tight fitting clothes she was to model for the shoot, she didn't get to eat properly. When she finally managed to grab some food, it made everything worse. She felt nauseous and so after they wrapped up the shoot, her stylist personally asked him to watch over her. Since it was an outdoor shoot, heightened security was needed.

Yuri isn't your typical model, she's a high paid model who is known to be the only child of a bank president and a well known fashion designer. With that said, it was a basic requirement that she was well taken care of at all times.

She stumbled on her own feet as she tried to cover her mouth, stop herself from throwing up. Her eyes were closed when she leaned against his chest, cold sweat dripping down from her forehead. "I want to go home. I can drive. Stop following me around already, dammit." Though she was still leaning against his chest, they were both unaware of the paparazzi that was around the area. Taking photos of them. "Just leave me alone, will you?" She looked up to him and honestly, she can't see his face anymore. That was how exhausted she was.

The street lights was the only source of light they had that evening so everything else was dark. The photo shoot sure did finish quite late. The last thing she remembers was that she shouted at him and she started crying. Yuri disliked being treated like a child, wanting to be taken seriously by people who followed her father's words since her father alone sees her still as a child, which disappointed her so much. Thanks to Chansung still, she managed to get home and it was early the next morning when she heard her phone ringing and blowing up with text messages, telling her that she check herself out over the internet so she did and when she did, she became fully awake.

"Model and Designer, Kwon Yuri caught on a lovers quarrel with her boyfriend." "Breaking News: Late night date turned into a fight? Yuri and her 'boyfriend' caught on cam." "Yuri's rumored boyfriend turns out to be a drug lord?" "Details about the boyfriend of Kwon Yuri." "Yuri's alleged boyfriend, rumored to be a drug lord?"

She could only curse under her breath as she reads the comments on one article. "I didn't know she was dating someone." "They probably were breaking up because he's a drug user kkk~" "Does this mean he had influenced her to use drugs too?” “It's possible if they're dating." And she scrolls over the photos that were taken. She can't be mistaken. It's Chansung and her, zooming on the screen of her phone. She was caught hitting his chest and crying. How the hell was this guy caught up in a drug issue!?