#krshou

[chanyeolxkr]

{ ヾ Confession

@krshou

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“Yah, are you studying? How boring…” Shou teased as he sat up in Chanyeol’s bed. “Instead of studying you should do something fun~” he grinned. “It’s getting too late to be studying anyway~” he hummed. “Hey, you should tell me another story about Cerberus~ I’m in the mood to be scared~” he mused. Really, the only reason he asked so much about Cerberus was because he wanted to learn about the beast inside of him. Sure, he was terrified of the creature but if he learned more then maybe he would be able to get over his fear. 

     He heard the door slam open even before he heard the voice of his neighbor, jumping slightly in his chair at the unexpected noise. Adjusting his glasses so he would not seem too frazzled (both from cramming lecture material and being startled), Chanyeol cleared his throat before watching the other make himself comfortable in the premises of his room with a raised brow. 

     “I know I leave my door unlocked so it’s easier for you to visit, but knock next time, will you?” He nudged the male with his foot, mumbling something along the lines of ‘you scared the shit out of me’ beneath his breath. “And besides, it’s never too late to study! Look at all this material!” To emphasize his point, the giant rifled through the stack of books on his table in an exaggerated manner. “But you know, you kind of did come in at a pretty good time,” Chanyeol returned his attention to the book that lay open on his desk. “I was just looking up material on the three-headed hound from hell.” 

     He stood up from his seat, relocating to the edge of his own bed, his fingers absentmindedly threading through Shou’s locks. “Let’s see, where do I even start? There’s just too much,” he felt himself relaxing gradually at the repetitive motion; it gave him the same feeling whenever he would pet Toben, his dog back home. 

     “Honestly, I don’t understand why you think Cerberus is so scary,” he admitted truthfully. “I mean, I get that he’s normally associated with fear, anger and evil, but he’s really just doing his job as the watcher of the gates of hell.” Lips curved into a smile of amusement at his following thought. “Imagine if the Cerberus was a three-headed Pomeranian. I’ll bet there’d be more contenders trying to cross those gates.” 

[krxseunghoon-blog]

» hero without a cape.

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seunghoon preferred writing with a cup of black coffee near his hand, preferably in a cafe than his own apartment. his place sometimes gave him quite a writer’s block, as though he knew each nook so well that not a hint of inspiration was coming from it anymore. therefore he happened to change those cafes too; he could hardly stick to a particular one. and so today, after waking up in the morning instead of sleeping until afternoon hours would roll in, he put on an oversized hoodie, ripped jeans and a pair of worn-out sneakers before heading out. with a notebook clutched in his hand, of course.

it was the only tangible object he couldn’t really let go of. the male carried it everywhere and he would sooner forget his phone than this little treasure. he had all the drafts there, along with ideas for upcoming interviews and the important dates that could quickly fade into oblivion (he never had the memory for those). he couldn’t rely solely on his laptop as it could break down fatally, leaving him with completely nothing and in journalism time was treasure more than anything else.

having crossed out some of the bullet points on the to-do list that was written down one of the pages, he closed the notebook and then shoved it aside before coming back to his now lukewarm coffee. taking a sip, the beverage's temperature was no longer enjoyable, so seunghoon finished it in a gulp and rapidly stood up, remembering there were still a few locations he needed to visit.

walking down the pavement a tad hurriedly, it took him several minutes to realize his hands felt a little empty. terror had flown into his pupils, his steps halted as he slowly looked downwards at his palms. “shit.” he murmured to himself whilst his gaze chaotically darted from side to side. what if someone has stolen it-- he thought and even more what ifs began to take over his mind.

[krtaemin]

‘what a catch, fido’

@krshou

if taemin were to make a list of people he knew had problems, his own name would be top of that list.

he’s not stupid. he knows plenty of people, friends and family and enemies alike, who have more than their fair share of issues, that much is true (and lord, could they definitely use some help from on high, aka yours truly), but he would be delusional to dismiss the deformities in his own personality. whereas zeus would never, ever admit to such short-comings as being a mess of emotions with legs and money, taemin is level-headed enough to understand it. he doesn’t know how to control it or stop it, but he knows it’s an obstacle. and he knows he really ought to figure out some way to curb the thunderstorm on the inside of him, become a better person, a more stable character in this new history.

he should do that preferably before it gets him killed, he realizes just exactly as some slurry insult tumbles from his lips and a fist slams into his face about a hundred miles an hour. these mortals used to fucking worship him, and now one of them dares to connect their knuckles with his gut, pushing him over and shoving him to the floor of the bar. he goes down hard.

he’s way too drunk to even put up a fight right now, so all he can do is groan and curl up as the guy says something about never talking to his girlfriend like that again. taemin hopes she grows up to be some hideous old crone and they’ll be unhappily married forever. there’s almost nothing worse than an unhappy marriage you can’t get out of, as zeus is painfully aware of, so in his inebriated, floor-level state that’s the worst he can wish on someone.

it smells like piss down here and for a moment, taemin actually hopes that’s the only thing wrong with it. he wants to disappear from the world. chronos…. chronos please for the love of zeus’ mother rhea and grandmother gaia, just end this.