#chanyeolxmoon

[monochrome-jongdae]

Have I told you that I love you today?

“You haven’t, but I already know you do.”

[monochrome-jongdae]

야 감자남친~ 곧 크리스마스가 다가와요오오오 I propose we use PB as our christmas tree and wrap fairy lights around him.

I think he might catch on fire if we do that... So perhaps no.

[misskoal-blog]

Busy checking his phone with one hand as the other fiddles with his bags in an attempt to find better purchase, he fails to notice the shorter woman standing across from him on the train. The only time he really looks up is when the train lurches to a stop. A stop that he wasn't expecting thus sending him tripping over his feet, right into the woman's front. The collision had knocked her things out of her hands and Chanyeol immediately bent down to gather up the papers only to pause as he realizes the papers are pieces of art that he's rather familiar with. His head shoot up to the mystery woman's face before he cracks a toothy smile and stands once more. "Koal! What are you doin' here?"

The constant rocking back and forth of the train was starting to make her sleepy and she could feel her head lightly bob along with every bump and crevice that touched the underbelly of the boxed metal. It wasn't unusual for someone to be caught off-guard by the train's unexpected stoppings--even if they announced a stop five seconds beforehand--and that day was no exception, especially when a young gentleman was thrown at her feet by said nomination, causing her to drop all of the finished sketches in her hands to the floor. The entire thing had her officially fully awake, that was for sure. She opened her mouth to utter an apology, by habit, but she could only watch as he started to scramble, grabbing her papers and turning to look at her. She found herself blinking in return to his stare. "Chanyeol." She said, almost missing his question as a small grin spread clean across her face. "I'm... going to pick up dinner before heading home." Her voice was a little bewildered. "Fancy bumping into you. Are you alright?" Her smile turned amused. She scooted over in her seat, gently patting the empty space beside her.

[monochrome-jongdae]

Miscellaneous Japan || Chanyeol and Jongdae

Japan. It had been something rather like an impromptu vacation sprouted and harvested off of a love of animals, a new year’s trip, and something fun for his boyfriend’s (he still liked the sound of that word) birthday. They had decided to leave on Chanyeol’s birthday and depart for the foreign country before backpacking around it and visiting the list of attractions they had come up with in the process (Jongdae’s most anticipated attraction? Capybara Bath House). Staying in love hotels to save money was also part of the plan – although it was purely for cost efficiency purposes. The morning of the departure had left Jongdae frantically running around his apartment in an attempt to dig up his passport from whatever niche it had fallen into (it was at the bottom of a cardboard box full of books that he had neglected to unpack months ago). Frazzled from the mornings events, the writer was rightfully exhausted and practically collapsed into his seat next to Chanyeol’s once they had boarded the plane; sighing in relief that he had in fact made it onto the plane safely, and on time.

The flight hadn’t been particularly long, but Jongdae had still managed to drift off within the first half-hour, his sunglasses providing something akin to a sleeping mask by darkening the brightly lit plane and lulling him into an uncomfortable sleep. The airplane ride wasn’t long enough for him to dream, but when he awoke a couple hours later with his face buried into Chanyeol’s shoulder, the plane was in the process of landing, and Jongdae couldn’t help but have the feeling that he had indeed dreamt. His face was warm despite the seemingly cold temperature of the plane, and he took a brief moment to admire the man next to him. Boyfriend really was the strangest word to the writer. It was something that carried so much potential yet at the same time carried a mere temporary promise. There were a lot of things that he just can’t seem to get used to when it came to Chanyeol. Wiping the dreariness from his eyes underneath the sunglasses, he nudged the man next to him (who was either staring intently out the window or had at some point drifted into sleep as well).

“Are you awake, or did you fall asleep?” The plane had landed and the light feeling in his stomach (the feeling when you’re falling and it either makes you feel as if you’re going to puke 50 shades of dinner or become as giddy as a toddler) had subsided as he stood from the cramped seat, stretching his arms with a loud yawn. Throughout his years of travel, Jongdae had learned better than to use the overhead compartments for carry-ons, instead learning to cram them under the seat where they were easily accessible. Leaning down he pulls out his bags (one bag and one “purse” they said) from out under the seat, settling them atop of it instead. Looking back down at his companion, he smiles excitedly, a tint of anxiousness present as well, “Are you ready?”

[awkwafxna]

Lum! Where've ya been? It's been a while. Gotta say I kinda miss a certain lil punk... ahah

Look at you. Don't know what to do without me, mhm. Thought as much. /pats your head/ Don't ya get your panties in a bunch, 'm alive and kickin'.

[awkwafxna]

I miss brownie.

[genetaeilia-blog]

[SMS] e ____ e I dont like that tone of voice, mister......but fine. Your precious cookies will be here when you are

[SMS] e u e I'll be there in a bit, honey-

[genetaeilia-blog]

[SMS] Look you either get your little ass over here and get some lovin while you're cookin or you don't. It's your choice but I've got some pretty good smooches if i dont say so myself.... ;;>_>

[SMS] Wow - - look at tough old ahjussi trying to sweet talk poor little Taeil ;; I can get a few smooches from people that aren't you, Chanyeol-ah. I'll give you all the affection you want ok- just make sure there are cookies xoxo