#chrhyun

[bnghnsl]

three's a party / @chrhyun + @sunanchr​

the person in front of him seems oddly familiar.

you’ll like him, sunan had said earlier that evening, catching his eyes in the mirror as his mouth curled into a skittish smile, he reminds me of you.

familiar is an understatement. it’s an itch at the back of his mind, like if hansol really tried he could put a name to a face, an unopened pandora’s  box that he’s buried in his memories either accidentally or not. but it’s quarter past midnight and he lacks both the patience and brainpower to ruminate over it, instead murmuring to sunan as if the aforementioned third party isn’t in front of them. “that’s him?”

he doesn’t spare a second before abruptly leaning forwards, hand reaching out to tuck the new boy’s chin between his index finger and thumb. his other hand taps his cigarette against the counter top, flicking the ashes off before returning the stick to between his lips.

his eyes flitter over his face like he’s scrutinising him, the slope of his nose, arch of his cheekbones, curve of his mouth. finally, hansol smiles, letting go of his chin with an unnecessary measure of pizzazz, fingers lingering on the other’s cheek for a heartbeat longer than it was called for. the music blares behind them, heavy bass and vibrations under their feet syncing up to his irregular heartbeat. it all sounds like white noise to him.

“yeah,” he comments, words veiled with a slight tone of acceptance, alight cigarette grasped between his fingers as he releases the grip his teeth has on it to exhale the smoke. the end of it burns alight, and he feels something similar in the pit of his stomach – he holds it out towards the boy, eyes glimmering with something he doesn’t have a name for. “you’ll do nicely.”

[chrarisa]

° ✦﹕ ‹  don’t tell anyone, or you’ll be just another regret  ›      ⏤  with @chrhyun ♡ 

after what has been transpiring over the last three days, arisa swears up, down, and all around that this is the last time she helps anyone in the entertainment scene ever again.

( a wild mammoth of a lie, but she gives herself a pass to be theatrical at this point. )

the situation is this: the sudden woes of her group’s former stylist ⏤ one of the rare few friends that was made during that period of her life, one that has still stuck beside as they navigate the same industry ⏤ blow up her phone on a monday afternoon, tales of how her assistant backed out last minute of a music video shooting for some rising boy group. something something this could have been my big break, something something i can’t do this alone. arisa is mildly paying attention in between her lecture of color theory, but knows that the other has reached out to her in what must be some form of pure desperation. she offers her help and ends up finding herself in between clothing racks, doing jury rigged alterations of glittering shirts and hemming tight pants.

there are some eyes on her throughout the course of the shooting, some of the members even introducing themselves to her in between takes ⏤ that’s to be expected. what wasn’t expected was cha hyun’s presence, nor was the way he was trailing her during times of recess. from an outsider’s point of view, it appears to be simple conversation; to arisa, an interrogation, heart running three hundred miles an hour when his gaze catches hers.

their situation is this: they matched on a dating app some time ago ⏤ they meaning hyun and one of her characters, mirae. a gorgeous korean girl with a body littered with tattoos, plump lips and a fiery mouth to match. ( one of her favorite characters, living out her fantasies of being a hot girl. ) the conversation wasn’t much before he invited her out; mirae never showed but arisa had, curious to see if she was being played at her own game; because to her, a famous music producer seeking out someone on one of these lowly apps was a little sus. but he’s there, and memories become a little hazy afterwards ⏤ a conversation starts between them, somehow she mentions something that was said as mirae, and the look upon his face was enough for her to bury herself into the earth’s core in embarrassment. the exit is quick but nowhere near clean, face burning, stuttering and a little nonsensical, and she makes sure to never speak to him again as arisa or mirae. following through with it was simple until now.

today’s the last day of filming and she can nearly cry out of happiness. in between hyun, the boy group’s constant need for alterations ( purposely or not ), the long hours and the way the song has been caught in an aggravating loop within her mind, her energy is depleted. and yet she remains on alert for any sign of hyun, keeping herself busy with placing outfits into packages, putting away things no longer needed. there’s a rack of clothing within her arms as she walks backwards, mind focused on something far from the shooting site when she her back crashes into a stronger frame, clothes splayed across linoleum flooring. “sorry, oh my god, i wasn’t looking⏤” as she turns, notices who she runs into and quickly turns back around, swallowing the screech that nearly comes out, “um ... i’m fine. i’m sure you’re busy, you can continue doing what you were ... doing.”

[xchrhaseok]

empty handed feat. @chrhyun spring 2021

haseok almost spills his glass of soju all over the barbecue table — a warning sign he’s maybe had a little too much.

their father did always warn them about the dangers of jinro specifically; an unspoken curse set upon the jin family for even having the same pronunciation as the alcohol — no other brand ever left the male so flat on his ass as jinro did, the old time-y blue frog logo always seeming to give haseok a look that would forewarn his actions if he so chose to participate. 

why he chose the blue bottle as his poison of the evening was something he hadn’t put much thought into. perhaps he just wasn’t really feeling like staring at a table lined with green chamisul bottles that typically left him hungover after every outing.

but, there was a plus to it: he wasn’t the one paying.

he gives the elderly storeowner his best smile he can when he’s feeling warm with a slight topsy turvy to his balance. haseok bows before using the walls to help steady himself before leaving. he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this under the influence with just hyun in a long while — something haseok hadn’t actually put much thought into prior. 

“lets go to the convenience store,” haseok says, grabbing hyun by the bicep and pulling the male in his direction. he feels a bit dizzy as he walks; for the years he’s spent drinking, haseok has never had good luck with being a heavy weight, and it makes for him to always be that friend — the one who always gets drunk first. “lets drink some more, hyung.”