#wenyeol

[itspaperkites]

The blue eyed man sold his soul to the gold eyed woman so she could live while he dies.

[lxstinblackwendy]

[starlessyou]

you set your tempo wrong, boy, now it's my game.

{ chanyeol/wendy, tempo x bad boy }

[stacelu]

pride and prejudice au

[youxidol]

passionately-poised: I'M HERE AND READY! Vamp!Yeol, Witch!Seungwan and bff learning instruments together to start a garage band! They sound god awful at first but they have so much fun staying up late with lots of snacks and encouraging each other to keep practicing!

♡read these first

♡yeol and seungwan can already play a few instruments  

♡when they hear their best friend say they want to learn  

♡ooooh boy 

♡they’re gonna be so excited   

♡you guys have been to karaoke together a couple times

♡so you all have an idea of the skills you hold

♡they’re so patient 

♡and understanding

♡yeol has gone over the same part of a song about 50 times

♡but he’s not mad

♡he’s none stop happy 

♡he gets to spend time with his best friends???

♡all day???

♡it’s heaven 

♡you won’t ever feel frustrated

♡bc seungwan will step in the second she feels your mood drop

♡you’re not going to be staying up all night

♡they won’t have it

♡their human must be well rested

♡seungwan doesn’t need much sleep

♡so she’ll spend some time baking 

♡you need the finest of snacks

♡you’ll end up falling asleep listening to them singing

♡their voices mixed together is beautiful

♡when you finally learn the part 

♡they’ll be so proud

♡it will call for a hug pile

♡so brace yourself

♡they’re v supportive

♡but also v distracting

♡sometimes you just get mesmerised by seeing them play

♡they also just as in awe over you

♡they love their human alot

♡being able to bond over music fills them with joy

♡more time to spend with their bff

[simplyexovelvet]

Yus ! ✌🏻👟👟

[proo0]

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[y-o-u-n-g-4-e-v-e-r-blog]

to the girl (i haven’t met)

(again, i tried. written in one go, so it’s probably bad lmao. don’t know if i’ll continue this or not. ((wenyeol))

or, alternatively, ceo!chanyeol falls in love with the girl from miles away.

chanyeol dies that morning. quiet and peaceful and beautifully—like he should be. he doesn’t think about the soft coffee spills decorating his suit like a tainted possibility to a life (he could’ve possibly had). or maybe the rumble of the ground as the clouds start to mourn. a happiness, probably. (for both of them) somewhere in the distance, a dead body is found. slaughtered and tortured and painted in care. she’s pretty. young and old and nothing at all—and no one will ever remember her name. (sad, really) wendy but this world—no, this world, has their forests run green and their rivers stop deep. this world—is ugly and transparent when the people are opaque. each strike internally marking their eternal deaths. in this world—there are no five friends or shitty atmosphere embrittled in coziness and niceness and home. in this world—everybody gives their heart out for a little bit of death. but the sky shines deeply with two moons instead of one. and when the night envelopes the other—that is when the universe changes. this is when chanyeol lives. “what’s someone like you doing out here?”  he asks, the first time he sees her. (and they fall in love—easy. their meeting a catalyst (to the destruction that’ll come). it’s close to midnight. chanyeol takes his leave as the last person of the building; embedded in isolation. when he sees her—standing there, delicately poised on the fountain centered in their city. “watching the stars.” she replies (easy). “there are no stars.” he points to the blanketed sky above. the emptiness. the vastness—the— (possibilities). “i know.” she grins. and oh, oh, when he realizes her little joke; the little play on words. “i’m son seungwan.” she gets up, expecting him to follow. “and you?” “park chanyeol.” he chuckles. realizes how tall he is over her short stature. “what’re you even doing, flirting with strangers?” she grins. “not strangers; i just decided to gaze up at the night—you should try it some time. always helps me when i’m sad. or stressed. or nervous—“ she takes solace in the above instead: to calm her racing heart. “you were just in my line of view.” she’s sweet. of the bakery kind, smells of cinnamon and chocolate and sugar-coated lies. chanyeol decides to believe her—let’s himself follow around (just this once). “i come here often. maybe you’ll see me—maybe you won’t.” and she takes her leave as she came in—fast and slow and all at once. the next week for chanyeol breezes in without him noticing so. stress comes heavy and coffee hits in heavy demand. there are papers scattered like little planets in the flat plane of his desk, and chanyeol’s fingers tire at the sight of them. but—but (the sky glistens in something a little more than hope. blends in risks and optimism and it makes chanyeol believe—that everything will be alright, and maybe—maybe he feels better; looking at the sky when he’s stressed and nervous and “sad.” you should try it (sometime). sometime. they only existed in sometimes anyways. sometimes wendy came about and sometimes she disappeared. sometimes chanyeol was in love with the feeling (lovely, vigorous feeling. grabbed at his hands and never let go) and sometimes he was in love with the girl. “you came around for me.” she entices him with forever. a (possibility). “i knew you would come. i was just waiting all along.” “i know.” it’s friday. and chanyeol is tired and exhausted but it all turns to restless waste meeting seungwan again. “we should stop meeting like this.” “like what?” she grins. “in the middle of the night—sporadically. i never know when you’re coming and you never know when i stay. and maybe—maybe i want to know you.” “you’re park chanyeol. everybody wants to know you.” “yeah, but nobody knows me. they just want to know me because i’ll push out one day and do them some big favor. it would be nice, to be with you.” he confesses. she’s silent again for a minute. before beginning again, “meet me at midnight, chanyeol. you’ll know when to go.” and damn, damn, because chanyeol has never seen her more beautiful. “so this is where you work?” they’ve arrived at a bakery squeezed in between some shitty motel and an old dance club. “yeah. it’s always been me, seulgi, irene, yeri and joy. we’ve run the bakery now for…five years? i manage the cooking while they manage the rest.” she explains. “they would love to meet you. besides the fact that i couldn’t stop talking about you the whole week, so try not to get too overwhelmed.” she pushes the door to another universe—another world. where the windows bellows sunny skies above and the lights emblazon fire. the four girls turn their attention to him, when one—he presumed joy (“she’s the height of a giant compared to us. kind of embarrassing but very charismatic.”)—walks her way toward him. “ah, this is chanyeol, then?” joy asks. “wendy, i never knew you had a thing for older men.” “wendy?” chanyeol chuckles at seungwan, to which she says, “shut up, it’s my nickname. and chanyeol’s about..?” she leans her head to him. “twenty-five.” “i’m twenty-three. not much of an age difference.” “damn, how’d you even snatch up someone like him?” yeri teases. “she didn’t brainwash you, did she?” before seungwan comes and chases her around. “the name’s chanyeol then, right?” irene piques up out of nowhere. (“she’s always been beautiful—irene, i mean. picture perfect, she practically put us on the map. but she doesn’t even know how truly pretty she is; i think that’s the most beautiful thing about her.” wendy said to him, once. “i think you’re the most beautiful.” “stop it. you know you can’t tell me false lies, chanyeol.” (but he was never telling lies) immediately he sees where seungwan had come from, but he still thought nothing compared. “yeah. and you’re irene?” “unnie’s so famous now, even big fancy men know her! one day, she’s going to leave us all behind and pursue a life of better dreams.” yeri cries out. she doesn’t get herself saved from irene’s smack. “seulgi should be coming in any minute now, but i think she’s late.” the name sounds familiar, but he doesn’t prod any further. “probably with jongin, again.” oh. (“i’ve fallen in love, chanyeol.” kai had told him. one night, when he was parting ways with his company—back when chanyeol hadn’t been completely deserted (back when it was just the three of them) “she’s beautiful. and fearless. but won’t take any of my shit if she can. i—i know i love her, chanyeol.” he admitted. “what’s her name?” he had asked. the girl with no fear and all the hunger left inside her. “seulgi.” and chanyeol knew it was a lost cause then—when he had jongin get immersed in himself; in seulgi’s world.) their lives tie them in weird ways, chanyeol thinks. “ah, seulgi.” “you know her?” “yeah, she’s friends with an..old friend of mine’s.” “jongin, huh? ‘friends’ is just putting it mildly.” joy laughs. the dry you reserve for bitter regret. “she hardly comes here, anymore.” “it’s love, though, isn’t it?” chanyeol argues. “she’s just the victim.” “yeah, just the victim. then we’re just the casualties.” yeri responds sarcastically. and in a small bakery edged between a shitty motel and an old dance club reserved for another period of time older than the cage it holds—a bond is made. (a possibility is held). “oh..sehun, you say?” “an old acquaintance. i have to keep up appearances to get on his good side. the company needs it, anyways.” chanyeol tells wendy. their schedule has become routine; every midnight he waits for a girl to come. a bashful mess of what-he-want’s. “where is he now?” “i asked him to come here. to invite him to the bakery—it wasn’t my choice, but he insisted on going to some shrouded nightclub if i went with his decisions.” oh sehun, seungwan learns, is trouble disguised in a man. a young boy not knowing what to do—where to go—or who he is. oh sehun is a troubled child masked into the roles of a man; and seungwan can’t help feeling bad for him. “where’s the bakery again?” he taps his foot impatiently. “about a block away from here; it’s a short walk.” she replies. “better be.” he grunts. moves in the front of the two of them. leads his way through a crowd—to a destination he barely knows. “i see you’ve come with company.” “well, all the more the better then.” joy rushes for sweets in the back. and that’s when chanyeol sees it—sehun gawking at irene. mouth closed and eyes open. his attention is caught in her hands—and whether she knows it or not she can mold him into any character. “chocolate or red velvet?” “red velvet’s the best one.” wendy comments. “t-then red v-velvet.” and it irene smirks (the kind you reserve for when you’re in love). chanyeol isn’t so surprised when sehun comes variously throughout the week. he shuffles in and out their building with a pile of sweets; chanyeol fears he’ll get a cavity. but, he’s more surprised, when he encounters the coffee shop— there’s no wendy. no possibilities. just a ghost—a former shell of what it used to be. that night, there was nobody to hold. and chanyeol ventured off to the bakery again. “where did she go?” “don’t know. rather not say.” the girls are quiet this time. serious it seems, as their demeanor darkens and their tone starts gaining substance (a story—the kind of motivation that leads them to bravery). “what do you mean?” he asks. “before she left—she made us promise: you can’t possibly know.” they look for him as a cry for help; and chanyeol knows he won’t get an answer out of them—anytime soon. the next weeks pass by unnoticed. chanyeol moves in vague motion—systematic programming. when life moves on; he stays. young and rotted from the inside out. but sometimes. when he’s sad or nervous or scared. sometimes. it’s the sky that calms him. the over-wash of seungwan in the clouds as she sways the skies in stellar movement. “i’ll find you, seungwan.” he promises. (he’d bring the sky down for her if he wanted) it was sad, really.  he bumps into her like an accident—but perhaps it was meant to be this way. “so sorry! i didn’t see which way i was going, and i totally ruined your papers! here, let me pick them up for you.” she bends down as he searches for seungwan: all his sleepless nights gone to waste. the woman skims over one of them. “son…seungwan. woah.” she blinks. (or maybe not). “hmm?” “nothing, just, a name i recognize. she’s missing?” “yeah, i’m trying to look for her. did you know her?” “i was one of her closest friends…or used to be. before i—“ she stops mid sentence. there’s an obvious amount of guilt on her face. an obvious amount of want. “i’m kang seulgi. ask me whatever you like.” she’s seen smoking a cigarette when chanyeol spots her again. figure leaning on the shadow of a lamppost. serenity stuck on her palettes of cool green sweatshirts and sleek black leggings. “i guess we have to start now.” she places herself on the benches now, and invites him to sit. “what did you want to ask?” “son seungwan..do you know anything that would motivate her to run away?” “seungwan, she was a kind friend. a good person. i’d say i could never imagine why anyone would want to try to get her, but it would be her own naivety that would reign in her downfall.” she exhales the gentle smoke. “how did you know her?” “fell in love.” he says to her—he’s known know. (maybe he’s always known). “we were going to be happy, her and i.” “ah.” seulgi says. “then you must know of her past.” “never mentioned it.” her perplexed look is the only answer. “there’s something you’re not telling me.” he says. “nothing i haven’t told you already.” seulgi states. “no—her past. you never told me; you guys never told me. what’s her past? and why can’t i know it?” “i’m sorry, if she really knew you she would never want you to know.” she whispers. “why can’t you tell me?” he can feel tears well up in his eyes. before the anger takes over. the impact of a punch hitting the wall full force. and it is when seulgi is afraid the most that she speaks the truth. “seungwan. she had a jagged relationship with her brother.” seulgi breathes. unsteadily. “was a creep. always taking pictures of her while she was sleeping—when she wasn’t looking. disgusting to even think about. but she had still loved him nonetheless, because it was what siblings were supposed to do. when we finally told him to let her go, he freaked. said that he’d be the last thing she’d see before—before she died.” “why did you keep this from me?” he presses. no anger—but twinged disappointment instead.  “it was better you didn’t know at all. seungwan hates people seeing her as weak. she said she could handle herself, maybe—maybe we took it all for granted.” she glances down. overwhelmed with what she could’ve done. “i’ll find you seungwan.” he promises. (and means it).