Sep 28, 2017
highschool headcanon: the musketeers
@247xhoseok & @chanyeolx247
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highschool headcanon: the musketeers
@247xhoseok & @chanyeolx247
[ Her ]
⏯ @chanyeolx247
The sun shines down on her that afternoon as the summer breeze blows her brunette hair. Bowing her head at the staff who she just worked with for Cosmopolitan’s new issue for next month. After being in Japan for so long, she finally was able to set foot back in South Korea. This may be a part of Seoul she wasn’t really familiar with but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t sure how to ask directions and she felt embarrassed because her Korean sounds a bit off. Sometimes she responds in Japanese. Mixing up words and making a fool out of herself.
Yuri smooths out her plaid shirt and black shorts, slipping on her sunglasses. The journey to the unknown path back to her apartment. She wanted to take the subway or the bus instead of the cab like the usual. Stepping out into the streets of Seoul with a positive thought in mind, Yuri finds herself walking around the same street like she was in some kind of matrix. “Am I lost?” She wondered out loud. Taking her phone out from her back pocket, she walks with her eyes glued to the screen of her iPhone. “This isn’t Tokyo, Yuri. Snap out of it.” shaking her head as she sighs out in exhaustion. Taking a chance on maybe finding something good along the way.
Walking down to the next block to cross the next street, the sun was setting down and it will be dark soon. “Yuri? Kwon Yuri?” When she heard someone call her name, she turned her head and slipped her sunglasses off. She smiles at the tall and handsome stranger who seems surprised to see her. He could be a fan but Yuri didn't want to assume right away. Not to brag but even though she’s quite a rookie model, she had already landed a cf with a cosmetics brand and she had been on more than a couple pages of magazines available nationwide. “Yes?”
— Art Is Long, Life Is Short
( — @chanyeolx247 )
He had been roaming around the city pretty aimlessly, with no destination nor plans in mind. In fact, he only wanted to leave the apartment and have a breath of fresh air — though it was hard to talk about cherishing the bracing breeze, since the moment he stepped out of the building his hands automatically started rummaging through the pockets to find a lighter and a pack of cigarettes that had to be nesting in one of them. Jiyong would often stroll down the streets when he had time to kill. In general staying at home wasn’t his favourite activity as he found those four walls just suffocating. And there was always something going on outside, whether it was tranquil noon or the late hours he preferred.
After visiting at least half a dozen of music shops and a few cafés he dropped by to get another dose of black coffee once he would drain the previous cup, he decided to go back to Prague Tower and make some use of his caffeinated self by working on the not yet done instrumental he abandoned last day due to a sudden lack of inspiration and zeal.
Stepping inside the apartment complex with a mellow smile pulling the corners of his mouth upward, instead of heading right to the elevator he altered the course and nimbly walked up to the mailboxes. Opening the one belonging to his place, Jiyong rifled through the leaflets he was to toss into a trashcan in a while before catching a glimpse of an envelope with someone else’s name on it. Park Chanyeol. It would be an overstatement he knew the guy, but he was vaguely familiar with him.
All of sudden, he furrowed his dark brows, pondering in what rush the postman had to be to mistake 701 with 902. Exhaling a quiet sigh, he turned on his heel and ambled to the elevator and soon he found himself on the seventh floor. And a part of him actually considered sliding the letter under the door not to interrupt the fellow resident in whatever he could’ve been busy with, yet as he thought of such possibility, he was already knocking on the wooden surface.
one of these nights ( cs & pc )
@chanyeolx247
for the only god knew how many times for that night, sumin couldn’t seem to keep her focus on her job. her mind was in a mess and her thoughts were all over the place at the moment, somehow she regretted a tad bit not to ask for a leave from wonshik before coming to work beforehand. she thought it would just be fine. usually she would forget about everything right when she got on the platform, but instead she was distracted the whole time and somehow a fellow dancer happened to notice it. after being reassured by the female that she would cover for her now, sumin finally agreed to take a break for a while.
she headed for the bartender station, pulling the black see through silk robe closer around her body as she took a seat on one of the empty stools. sumin knew that it was inappropriate to drink while working, but she wasn’t in the mood to think about it now anyways. all she needed was to drink, and that’s what she was going to do. “i know i’m not even supposed to be here now but do me a favor and shut up before i get pissed off, and just give me anything. anything but water though, i’ll snap your neck if you do.” sumin shot a glare at the bartender before he went to do as he was asked, a sigh leaving her red lips.
sumin didn’t even have to ask for another one when the bartender had done and served it to her almost instantly, leaning over to tell her that someone had bought her the drink. that little piece of information left a big question mark in her head. who the hell was buying her a drink now? she was clearly not impressed, and as soon as this someone dropped by to sit next to her, she could only let out a loud sigh. “look,” sumin started, tired eyes staring down at the glass. “i don’t really accept drinks from strangers.” looking up to face him, that was when she came to realize that he didn’t really look like a stranger at all.
it took her a moment to figure out any name that would fit that face of his, she knew she had known him from somewhere. “uh, chanyeol?” what a coincidence.
The Musketeers ; Boys On Top™ __
@chanyeolx247 & @247xhoseok : “We’re the boys that your parents warned you about.”
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@chanyeolx247 // 2018 . gosang restaurant . jung . 8:20 pm
the restaurant was busy as usual. the night calls out the hunger out of everyone or gosang naturally calls out the romance in people. first dates, proposals, kihyun has seen it all in this restaurant and he wonders what else gosang means to people that they planned to propose right then and there. to kihyun gosang means a second home. they took him in when he came back home to nothing but his amateur cooking skills. it housed, fed, and presented more friendly people into his life- something he didn’t have the majority of his life. they either left him too early and forgot him too soon. so the restaurant is special to him and the feeling gets there is comfort... at least before he sees the person sitting right in front of him.
coming back from the bathroom, kihyun walks towards the kitchen, where everyone was busy with their own duties. he weaves through the busy bodies and is face to face to a person he never thought he’d see again. chanyeol, he couldn’t believe he still remembers the name. after so much of learning how to forget his past, he hated how easily it could all come back. kihyun grips his towel and takes a deep breath; creating a scene at work had never been his character and it won’t ever be because of him. “what can i get you today?” he speaks as if he were talking to any other customer while on the inside he wants to curse him out until he no longer feels the anger from that night.
[txt; the first] it's true, i'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now but i couldn't not wish you a happy birthday [txt; the first] it wouldn't be right, so enjoy the day [txt; the first] i'm sure you don't even look any older either
[ sms ⟶ judas ] you’re right…but even you can’t spoil my mood today[ sms ⟶ judas ] and i’ll be nice today so thank you[ sms ⟶ judas ] the birthday wish & compliment are well received
all texts plz
“✆” for a MORNING text.( 11:02 —> chanstar ) I had some breakfast before I left. leftovers are in your fridge. you’re welcome.