#chanyeolxtlou

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Long Time, No See [Chanyeol * Sunny]

Sunny shifted the heavy bag on her shoulder, frowning when it bumped into her bad hip, and continued on her path. She was humming a happy song to herself, making the way to Chanyeol's house.

In the bag were several bars of chocolate and some beers. She kind of already knew she'd be eating most of the chocolate and he'd be drinking most of the beer. Because he was such a stick in the mud, chocolate was probably too cheerful for him.

Seriously, was that boy allergic to happiness? It seemed that way.

Still, they were friends, and Sunny liked him. He could be too serious for her liking, but he had a good heart, and that made her forgive a lot. She'd been busy though, trying to get back into the Army, hospital visits, the farm, ... and she hadn't seen him in a while.

She was going to make up for that.

"Suprise visit!" she bellowed as she opened to door to Chanyeol's hide out. "You're favourite noona is here to get you out of the darkness and into the sun! Unless you literally turned into a fun-sucking vampire, in that case I'm out again."

[krisxtlou]

X.O.X.O | Chanyeol & Kris

Before becoming a scientist and teacher, Kris was once a boy just trying to survive in the world of the Infected. He had once been part of a group but it had disintegrated over time until it was each man for himself. But there had been a few that Kris stuck with over the years. His companions would change depending on the circumstances. Some left to join other people while some left because of other reasons. Either way Kris had been alone for half his life and he didn't mind one bit.

Of all those people who came and gone, only one Kris cared about. That one person who was always by his side. The one who would protect Kris when he was in danger. But that one person was no longer in his life and now the man felt empty as if his whole energy had been ripped from him. And there was nothing he could do.

To help try and ease the pain of losing his love, Kris often found himself writing little letters on whatever he could find. They were always short but Kris used them to let out his feelings. One day the man hoped to find a cure for the infection but for now all he had were failed attempts.

Kris had been walking the streets of the Free District when he reached to retrieve something from his pocket. The tall man had not noticed that one of his 'letters' had fallen out in the process.

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