#fnsuji

[fnchanyeol-blog]

posting bail

Chanyeol didn’t pay any mind to the sound of approaching sirens or the lights ricocheting through the alleyway as his fists continued to come down on the face of the man below him. It wasn’t until the officers were directly behind him shouting commands that he slowly raised his hands grinning down at his handiwork. That would teach him. Before he knew it, hands were hauling him to his feet and pressing him face first into the brick wall. He stood still and patient as they locked his hands behind him patting his sides for any weapons or drugs or whatever it was cops looked for these days.

He wasn’t afraid of being arrested; it had happened before, and it would happen again, and somehow Chanyeol always manages to slip away unscathed at the end of the day. It always helped that whoever he kicked the shit out of was always a worse guy than him. Nobody at the station seemed to mind all that much when you beat up a drug dealer or petty thief they had been trying to hunt down, but Chanyeol wasn’t some sort of vigilante —in fact, he was pretty fucking far from it— but he did have a knack for drawing the wrong kind of attention. He just had a short temper and took too many short cuts down dark alleys in the middle of the night. It wasn’t his fault they always picked the wrong guy to mess with.

They lead him past the man on the ground towards the car waiting for them, and it took all of Chanyeol’s strength not to kick him on his way past. It was almost as if the universe had heard his thoughts and had had enough of his shit, because when the officer guided him into the car, they severely underestimated his height causing him to ram his head into the roof of the car. He blinked a few times willing the sting to go away vaguely registering the sound of a voice.

“Sorry, what did you say?” He asked scooting over, so he sat in the center of the back seat. “I wasn’t really listening.” It wasn’t particularly rude or particularly polite, simply a fact.

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[fnsunggyu-blog]

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It hasn’t even been a week, and already Sunggyu finds himself cursing under his breath as he checks behind the fridge for the tenth time - no kitten in sight. He swore to himself when he bought the small thing that he’d keep a close eye on it, that he’d actually trust himself in taking care of another living being. But unfortunately for him, he had left the front door ajar while getting the mail that morning and when he got back he was sure the tiny creature had escaped. It was a black furball; it shouldn’t have been that hard to find, and yet ... 

A large sigh left his lips as he stood up slowly and glanced towards the front door, he had hoped his kitten had trotted off and out of the apartment, but that seemed to be what had happened. Stepping out of his apartment he closed the door shut with a click and made his way down the hall on both sides, making sure to check every corner. He did this going three floors down, checking every nook and cranny and still; no sign of FluffyKins.

Yes, Fluffykins. 

Irritation was beginning to set it, but so was worry. He couldn’t think straight whilst being sober, he wanted a drink so bad but he had to find that damn kitten first. 

Once out of his apartment, Sunggyu found himself more out of luck at the sight of the moon high in the sky. It would be even more difficult to find that kitten now that he didn’t have the natural light of the sun to light his way. Another curse under his breath and Sunggyu begrudgingly began to call out the small things nickname - “Fluffy!”

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[fnyubin-blog]

« going crazy｡»

〔 ft. @fnsuji 〕

          ⊰  A long yawn emits from gaping pink lips while arms stretch upwards towards the ceiling of her office space. Yubin’s ears perked at the shrill notes of the song birds outside the windows. For some reason, this morning, she felt a lot more fatigued and exhausted than usual. Though, unfortunately, as much as she wanted to sleep in and enjoy the soft comfort of her bed, she simply couldn’t. Responsibilities as a Mental Health Counselor needed her attention and upon finishing with one particular client, she received a phone call. Fingers had flipped through her calendar once, twice, three times just to triple check in case she had missed something, but she immediately informed the young woman on the other line to come into her office in the next 30 minutes if possible. Just before the phone call ended, she managed to nab the young woman’s name: Bae, Suji. Hazel hues peer up from beneath her thick lashes at the clock sitting against her wall. She still had a few minutes before the proposed appointment for miss Suji. Perhaps she should get up and stretch a bit. After having sat down for an hour, it was probably best to loosen up the tension in her bones and muscles lest she’d want her whole body to fall asleep. With hands pressed on the arm rest, she props herself up and removes herself from her seat. Once again, both arms reach up towards the ceiling, grasping onto nothing but air. Slowly she rises, standing on her tip-toes before wiggling her body to and fro, releasing any tension that was left. Ahh, that feels better.  The young woman’s eyes are caught by the stream of light from the sun’s rays peeking in through her curtains. Just as she’s about to walk over and pry the curtains open, there’s a knock at her door. Quickly she turns around to face it, eyes widen for only a brief moment. Clearing her throat, she encourages, ❝ Please, come in. ❞ Perhaps she’ll open the curtains later, a client was coming after all and they might prefer a little more privacy. Her attention returns to the small gap between the sheets that conceal her windowsill. Slender digits clutch at the fabric and pulls them tightly together, removing all hint of sunshine to enter the room.  Turning on her heels, she returns to her post at the desk. I wonder what miss Suji is like. Just as she thinks this, the door opens. Chestnut orbs notice the figure beyond the entryway. ❝ You must be Suji. I’m Kim Yubin, please have a seat. ❞ Coral tinted lips curl upwards into a soft smile. Guess I’m about to find out.