#chrstxan

[wrcyter]

“be nice”

Chanyeol rolls his eyes, pursing his lips as he raises his glass to his lips. The mix of scotch with lime juice doing little to improve his mood. 

“How am I supposed to be nice to this jerk?” He murmurs, voice low but it still gets him an elbowed on his gut by Christian. The taller male makes a small groan, double over in pain just in time as Christian’s (asshole) boyfriend steps in. Fucking Kim Jinwoo.

He smiles, kissing Christian and giving an uninterested glance at Chanyeol. Chanyeol smiles back at the male, swallowing down the words at the tip of his tongue.

“Jinwoo,” Chanyeol says, nodding his head in greeting. A young girl steps in behind Jinwoo, and smiles at them both. She presents herself as Taeyeon, Jinwoo’s friend and lab partner from Microbiology, and Chanyeol is trying very hard to look nice but he knows comes off as uninterested.

Nam Taeyeon, the girl Jinwoo is fucking behind doors. The girl Jinwoo is cheating on Christian with. To hell with Kim Jinwoo. 

“Ah,” Chanyeol says. “You’re Taeyeon.” Christian gives him a warning glance, but Chanyeol pays it no mind. “So you’re the girl from the pictures.” Taeyeon’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, tilting her head. 

“What pictures?” 

“Oh you know, the naked one you sent Jinwoo the other day,” he chirps, smiling as Jinwoo’s smug expression is cleaned right off his face. “Are you the girl he takes to the lab on the second floor of the art building, or is that Taehee? You both look alike. You can hardly tell he’s sleeping with two girls.” 

[tzuchu-archived]

❝ i am not the singer that you wanted. ❞

—DANGER DAYS LYRIC MEME. [ @chrstxan​ ]

No, hecertainly was not – when she’d agreed to the supplementary vocal lessons, she’dalways thought they’d be taught by a sunbae, or a proper vocal trainer: in fact,that was why she’d requested them in the first place. It had been her idea, notthe one of her PD: she was the one that was so desperate to improve and berecognized for something other than her face so as to cut from her already shortfree time. But no matter, she’d gotten her wish… although she’d never quiteexpected her new trainer to be a music student. But perhaps that was better –he had a different approach to it than the ones she’d worked with before. Or atleast she hoped so.

“I cantell, but no matter! So long as we get results in the end, that’s all thatmatters.” She nodded, matter of factly, hands lacing together and coming torest on her lap as she scanned the male, slowly, from head to toe, then backup, as if trying to find something, anything, that would tell her just what tosay next to make things, well… less awkward than she felt them becoming. Nosuch luck. “What should we start with?”

[ohshvvn-blog]

@chrstxan:

I’m fine, still alive and breathing. [ ` he slightly nods his head ] Why don’t you suggest something that is not embarrassing then?

Good, keep it that way. /he laughs softly and shakes his head; I don't have any suggestions I can make, though. You're not supposed to choose nicknames for yourself.

[qeiran-blog]

( chrstxan )

It’s true that Christian admires the older male a lot, even though he doesn’t really show it. However there are still times where the male annoyed him. For example, whenever Kie tried to dictate Christian on how to act. It’s not like he’s dumb or something. He knows what to do, and how not to get caught. But seems like the older doesn’t agree with that. Therefore, here he is, keeping his mouth shut as the elder male tell him what to do. He tried to voice out his opinion but guess what he get? Shut up and listen. A soft sigh spills past his lips as he runs his fingers through his own locks in frustration, leaning his back against his seat. “Fine. I will shut up and listen. Please continue then, hyung.”

it’s with irritation and pure anger that he regards the younger, fingers working to loosen his tie as he paces around the apartment, the heels of polished dress shoes clicking against the hardwood floor. he had trusted christian to be more careful, and obviously, that trust had been misplaced with the insurmountable mess he now found himself in. the attitude that christian adopts pisses him off to no end, the amount of nonchalance that manages to seep through his words as he voices out his dissent towards the situation at hand, only has kieran seething. does he really not know the weight of his actions? is this something i have to teach him too? anger bubbles but does not boil over, not yet, at least, kieran is in control, always is. the smile that plays on his lips is rigid as he takes a step forward towards christian, leaning down, hand now against a pale cheek. a silent warning. 

“just do your job christian, and do it well. if i go down, i won’t hesitate to drag you to the pits of hell with me.”, it’s spoken in a sickly sweet tone, eyes glistening in reckless abandon, “do you understand, brother?”