#freakchanyeol

[freak-yoochun]

Just a Little Bit out of Control || Yoochun x Chanyeol

Yoochun hummed softly to himself as he worked intently on the generator in front of him. He'd been at it for a while, and the grease stains which had somehow spread across his entire person were proof of that. He wasn't exactly the most technologically savvy individual in the troupe--that position, undoubtedly, belonged to Dara--but in the year and a bit he'd been with the cirque, he had rapidly become more familiar with certain mechanical objects. That is to say while he wasn't anywhere near the level of Dara, he was still quite confident in his knowledge and greatly familiar with the devices which pertained directly to electricity, including lights, electric cables, and generators such as the one with which he was currently tinkering.

More than anything, it had been a product of necessity. More than any member of the troupe (except for perhaps Dara, though he was sure he was close to rivaling her at this point), he was around objects which pertained to electricity simply due to his ability. Indeed, he often found himself acting almost as a secondary generator, or perhaps a back-up generator, for many of the performances and stalls around the grounds. The work didn't bother him, as he was glad to help, but it was not only rude but incredibly inconvenient for him or other members of the cirque to always run for Dara when the problem was often very small and easily fixed. Thus, to save trouble for both he and Dara, at least, he had tried to pick up what he could from her and from any reading materials he could get his hands on so he could familiarize himself with and be prepared for some of the more common and easily fixable issues. Then he wouldn't be quite so reliant on her  on all the time.

As it were, this generator didn't have any complex problems--none that Yoochun could find, anyway. Mostly, he'd spent the day cleaning it up to see if that would help the machine to run more smoothly. It's performance lately had been sort of hiccuping. To clarify, it worked fine on occasion and at others it didn't work well or at all. It was due for a cleaning, anyway, with dirt and old grease having built up where it shouldn't. If it still didn't work well after he'd gotten it shining, then Yoochun planned to see if there were any smaller problems which could have been the cause--much as he had stopped to check briefly for now. If the generator still wasn't performing well after that, he figured it would be best to get Dara. Either there was a major problem, or the cirque would have to find a way to get its hands on another one. While Yoochun could certainly ameliorate generators, he was not confident he could be one in and of himself.

He ran a hand through his hair, getting some of the excess tresses out of his face, and he heard the sound of snapping electricity. Being around machinery like this for as long as he had that day always seemed to result in him absorbing more electricity than he did on a normal day. It didn't bother him when he was alone, such as he was now, because he didn't have to worry about zapping any other people. The flowing of electricity was a much a part of him as anything else, and he forgot sometimes that most people didn't run around with so much electrical energy inside them and, if he wasn't mindful, he would likely shock somebody by accident as he was if they came too close simply through the static electricity that had built up--let alone the fuller electrical currents in his body.

Of course, he realized he was not so alone as he thought he had been when he jumped in surprise and lashed out instinctively in a mixture of the martial arts training with which he'd grown up and the electrical energy inside of him. He only had a moment to take in who had surprised him and that the person--Chanyeol--had not been hurt by the burst of energy when his attention was wrenched back to the generator he had been working on. To his great fortune, it had short-circuited and what oil, grease and whatever other flammable substances which had built up he hadn't had a chance to clean yet had caught fire. It was enormous or uncontrollable (yet), but it brought back memories of the time he'd accidentally set the bush on fire. It needed to be taken care of immediately, lest it get out of hand.

"Shit," Yoochun cursed, looking around the tent to see if there was a fire extinguisher somewhere. Not again, he thought miserably, I can't believe this is happening again. 

[freak-jeonjiyoon]

"I want to be your friend."

With brightened features, the blonde craned her neck and stepped back just to get a look of the other’s face. The speaker was Park Chanyeol - a member of the circus Jiyoon always found herself staring at admirably. The woman wasn’t infatuated with the young man (Although, one might easily disagree), but rather she adored the grin that seemed as if it had been tattooed upon his face. Each time she saw Chanyeol, he was smiling, and it just wasn’t something Jiyoon could willingly ignore. Someone who could permanently wear a grin had to be credited, especially if they did not feel just as they conveyed. 

A sense of warmth flowed through her being as her lips curved upward and her cheeks stretched to each side. 

"I would love to be friends, Park Chanyeol-ssi."

[freak-changmin]

"I want to be your friend."

Changmin frowned and bit back a sigh. It was him again. The one who’d come far too close to harming Atty for Changmin’s liking with his fire ability. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why the other absolutely insisted on pestering him. They hadn’t had that many interactions together, certainly, but it was definitely more than Changmin had had with most of the other members of the cirque. He could only think of his interactions with Junsu and Fei equaling it—which in and of itself greatly bothered Changmin, for he had good reason to at least interact with the latter two; Junsu was the healer and pseudo-leader of the troupe and Fei, well, she and Changmin had quite a bit more in common than he did with this boy.

He stooped to the ground and scooped Atty up into his arms, causing the cub to release a stream of protests. He gently hushed him, and the cub gradually settled. Atty knew Changmin would not have done what he did if he did not have a good reason for it. “Thank you,” he said to the cub before he turned his attention to the person who had spoke.

"Do you," Changmin said, phrasing it not as a question but an acknowledgement that he’d heard what Chanyeol had said. He did not exactly feel the same way but, as he also did not wish to stir up and get involved with more drama than was necessary, he chose not to voice the thought that he did not exactly feel the same way—nor did bother to voice the question about why Chanyeol would even bother. Had he not made it clear enough the last time the two of them had interacted at any length that he wasn’t looking for friends? At least, he amended to himself (for he had posed the same question to Fei as Chanyeol had to him recently), not with Chanyeol. He was annoying and loud and dangerous and for the life of him could not take a single hint.

Now, he thought, what was the best way to get out of this unpleasant interaction while finally deterring Chanyeol from initiating any more?

[freak-changmin]

Licks of Flame || Changmin x Chanyeol

Changmin shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked through the snow. It was cold, and he was beginning to wish he’d have brought a little bit more in the way of clothing. He didn’t have a scarf or gloves, just a hat he had pulled over his ears. He supposed he could always transform into his animal form, but he didn’t feel like showing himself off to anybody he passed by. He could almost hear the voices of the other performers now, pointing out the strange bear and cub duo that were traipsing about the camp.

Ahead, Atty was bounding through the snow. Changmin let a smile work its way onto his face. The cub was enjoying himself, and it always brightened Changmin’s mood to see Atty in high spirits. It had been partly the cub’s doing and partly Changmin’s desire to be away from his tent mates that had brought them outside. Not that Changmin took issue with being out. One could never get too much fresh air. And besides, he’d spent more time in colder weather with his parents. The temperature today was almost balmy in comparison.

Changmin sighed, though he couldn’t help the small laugh that broke from his mouth when he saw how far Atty has gotten. “Atty,” he called, “come back a little closer. You’re getting a bit far away.” He didn’t think there was anything dangerous enough around the area to hurt the cub if he was attacked in any way, but he preferred to err on the side of caution. Obediently, the cub returned closer to Changmin. He was glad Atty was not the rebellious sort—yet, anyway; he didn’t know what the cub would be like when it got older.

They walked for some time more, passing only a few other people. Changmin barely acknowledged them, if at all. He didn’t recognize any of their faces. He hadn’t expected to. Soon, something else caught Atty’s attention, and the bear rushed off. Changmin frowned, cursing lightly, and raced after the cub. He wasn’t sure what had caught his attention. At the moment, Changmin couldn’t see anything of note. The only thing he could smell was the scent of the woods and the smell of burning.

Fire, Changmin realized, it was fire that had caught Atty’s attention. He hadn’t been at the cirque long, but he knew they never lit any fire pits. Either something had caught on fire, or one of the performers was practicing with fire. No matter the case, fire and a young bear cub who did not quite know yet what he should and shouldn’t do were a recipe for disaster and Changmin had another burst of speed as he went after the cub.

There, Changmin thought, as they weaved past a few trees. That’s where the fire was coming from. A cirque member whom Changmin, of course, didn’t recognize was practicing his—fire—ability. Glare firm on his face, Changmin growled and scooped Atty up in his arms. With the way they’d burst through the trees, there was no doubt in Changmin’s mind that the performer had seen them. Changmin couldn’t care less, though, and turned heel away from the other as began to make his way out of the immediate vicinity. His attention was instead on the cub in his arms, giving him a good scolding about the dangers of fire and taking off like he had.

[freak-luhan]

— 「 a helping hand 」; luhan ✖ chanyeol

The campsite was a lot bigger than Luhan had expected. He never got the time to walk around the area and explore because he was too afraid of the people lurking around, but now he had managed to gather up the guts to do so.

It was getting darker, but the blond didn't mind at all. He functioned better in the dark after all, and he wasn't easily spotted when he was in the shadows which was a good way to avoid encountering other people and awkwardly meeting new ones. Glancing up at the sky and admiring its dimming orange and pink hues, thoughts about the new place he called home clouded his mind and eventually didn't realize where he was heading. There was a rather forceful bump against something that he subconsciously felt and he stumbled back, eyes widening in surprise as he immediately looked away from the sky only to see someone instead.

Fear immediately washed over him when he realized how tall the other person was. Luhan immensely felt tiny in comparison as he felt his body tense up from the anxiety building up in his throat.

With simply a quick observation, Luhan recognized him as the person with the rather strong ability —pyrokinesis. It certainly didn't help with the intimidating aura that Luhan felt from the other man.

He pursed his lips and averted his gaze to the ground immediately, taking a step back. "I-I'm so sorry," he squeaked out, the tone of his voice not helping at all with showing how timid his personality is, "I wasn't looking at where I was going..."

[freak-chiao]

Awkward Scenarios | Chiao x Chanyeol

Chiao had been at the cirque for quite awhile now, and yet she hadn't really made many friends. Those whom she had really known had vanished in the night with their leaders and she had wondered if she should have just joined them. What did she have there, holding her down anyways? Some stupid rule that they weren't allowed to leave?

She found herself leaving her tent with her guitar in her hand, feet taking her to a spot by one of the equipment tents that was nearly always empty. She had seen the girl that some of the older members call Dara coming into the tent the past few days, but the two of them generally left each other alone, working to the quiet sound of Chiao's guitar.

The tree that she had become so fond of loomed over her and she smiled softly before moving to sit, propping the guitar on her leg and strumming a few chords. The testing strums turned into a song and her eyes closed as she enjoyed the music, losing herself to the notes and chords. There was nothing like music to help a person relax and get their mind off of things.

[freak-sandara]

Fucking Giants || Dara & Chanyeol

Dara had been back at the circus all of a day before she realised just how overwhelming all of the changes had actually been to her. Junsu ran things differently that Hongki and Ahyeon. The first thing she had noticed was the way that he had put her in a tent with two males. One of her tentmates he assured her that the tents were no longer ordered by gender. 

How odd.

The next thing she had noticed were all of the new faces as she walked around. Some were somewhat familiar, though she could easily say that she had never spoken to any of them before she had disappeared in Shanghai. But there were some she had never seen before, people practicing abilities that she had never seen before.. On top of all of that, there were so many less members than she remembered. Had Hyori really taken so many?

It was just after everyone had woken and night was starting to fall when Dara found herself wandering the circus grounds, trying to see if she could find any familiar faces. And yet, there were none that she knew and could call friend. A sigh passed through her lips and she looked down at the ground as she pressed forward, knowing the camp layout still well enough to just let her feet take her to the equipment tents -- she wanted to see what leaving had made the cirque suffer through.

Her tiny frame collided with that of another person. The impact caused her sprawling backwards, heels not giving her enough support to catch herself in the grass. She yelped and winced as she hit the ground, shock and embarrassment causing more damage than the actual fall itself. She looked up, opening her mouth to tell the person to watch where they were going. And yet, the sheer size of this guy just made her stare.

"You. are fucking. gigantic."