hi everyyoneee. i come with some sad sad news. i will be dropping chanyeol from fc. i just started new school quarter and i am just overwhelmed with the amount of reading that has to be done and i know that rp isn't a factor i can't put into my life atm for the time being. unfortunately due my school schedule i haven't been able to do much replies for chanyeol either and so i just feel it's best i finally let him go.
his current situation if it'll help with plot atm: park chanyeol is officially missing. whereabouts are unknown. not in the hands of the govt. but not at xavier's at all. his belongings and everything has been left and kept the way it has been. almost as if he's vanished into thin air.
fc was honestly a really great place to be. the memories i've made will never be forgotten and the friends i've met i always will cherish. i hope that once school is out and summer settles, that i'll be able to come back again to join with everyone ;____;. till then, see you all later.
hello i am back from hiatus!!! finals was a butt in the face. okay that doesn't make any sense but i mean to say that it was a butt. and i'm glad it's not a butt anymore. that being said, so many things has happened though and honestly i'm not up to date.
due to my inability to handle things in a convenient manner i dropped jihyo (who knows she may return though!) for the time being but i have opened up plots for chanyeol! currently he does not realize what has been going on because he had kept himself entirely closed off to the school (mainly in the danger room + weight room. beefing up). he'll probably only have recently heard of his 'wanted' status now. so he needs new/updated plots *^* just like this if you wanna plot!
( / it's the soft tone. the response he could hear coming from the other side of the door that gives chanyeol the confident to turn the knob of the door and open it slowly ) brad? ( / he repeats again a small comforting grin on his face as he takes a step inside and carefully closes the door shut afterwards ) ...it's been awhile ( / he finds himself saying suddenly but the grin on his face was sincere as ever. as if the statement wasn't even awkward in the first place. yet he could see the changes to his friend. see the look in jinri's eyes shine differently than before. it shone the same way like many other students that he came into contact with. a bit more dull. a bit more hesitant )
i was wondering ... if you cared to join a jamming session with me ( / carefully chanyeol slip the guitar strap off his shoulder and gently placed it on the bed in front of jinri before taking his seat on the ground right across from her bed ) of course i remember to bring the guitar that you deemed as 'yours' ( / with a laugh he slid the second guitar off his strap and placed it on the ground, carefully unzipping in and looking at the instrument before he opened his lips again ) how have you been though? ( / words sounds a bit hesitant. almost wondering if they were still spoken too soon )
( / it's been awhile. the feeling of something heavy weighing on his shoulder as he walked out of his room and out the door, body heading towards the building opposite from the boy's dormitory. a warm scarf wrapped around his neck while he adjusted the strap on the two guitar bags he had with him ) it's been awhile, hasn't it? ( / with that he gave a light pat to the covered instruments and continued over towards the girl's dorms. it wasn't past curfew so he was safe. hopefully so. if not....well he can figure that out later. he had one mission first and that was to get to jinri's room )
( / he doesn't remember the last time they had come together to do this. small lessons that chanyeol would have with jinri and not thinking about much. nothing to worry besides what was going to be for dinner that night. now, there was alot. too many things to worry. even doing this was something that chanyeol had thought about. yet he felt it something he could offer to jinri. a return to normalcy almost. there was no turning back. not when he found himself standing in front of the room he was looking for after he entered into the girl's dorms )
( / one knock. two knocks. three. ) hey~ ( / taking in a deep breath he calls out ) ayo brad?~
the return of thanks was a surprise to chanyeol. he didn’t expect sincere words to leave char’s lips. he didn’t really expect anything. this was simply an answer to the question that the young man had for him. even if it was a question that slightly unnerved him. made him feel weaker than he should be. it felt like his past should have been something that strengthened him. something that he would have learned from and better himself as a person from it. instead it crippled him and brought forth a weakness that would hinder him from events and moments in the future. preferring the cold to the warmth that a fire could offer. chanyeol wasn’t alone in this struggling feeling but he felt after almost fourteen years there would have been some good changes.
at least there were some now.
they were small changes but just sitting in here was already step forward. as char had said it when he listened to the words that the other had told him. his mouth failed to respond to the words, pressed tightly together as they looked at the flickering flame that was no longer in the center between them. instead it was closer to char, something that chanyeol almost felt a slight relief of. relief but a sense of uneasiness as the flames flickered closer to char instead. it’s funny how he was hesitant with char when they had first met. his stomach filled with a heavy weight when he called out to ask about his request.
they were nothing more than strangers then.
now they’re anything but that.
“you’re almost sounding like a broken record.” he pointed out casually, there was no malice in his words but this was...different. as the flame has grown larger, the flower staring at him, chanyeol had instinctively found himself moving backwards. it was barely a large flame. large enough to catch something on fire but it was enough that chanyeol immediately found him back pressed against the wall. funny how char’s words of thanks and giving fire a second chance was ironic in the sense he was going back. evidently throwing almost everything the other said back in his face and it’s only when he felt his back hit against the wood did he realize what had just happened.
chanyeol could feel the guilt settle in and he bites his lips as he realized how far he was. the fire had long gone out by then. only a wisp of smoke left instead as evidence of what had just occurred. he felt as if he took a step backwards in progress with this as he had taken many steps back literally. “maybe,” he started, pausing for a moment in an attempt to try and scoot forward but he couldn’t, “but that would take many more practices together wouldn’t it?” a small chuckle escaped his lips and that helps a bit. not the fire he’d have to deal with, but just practices with char. maybe one day he could look forward to two things that were so entwined together.
not now though.
“channeling into your inner deep feelings too much?” the smile grows a little wider this time, the ugly feeling in his chest going away as he gradually relaxed. especailly with the fire when it had gone out. “i won’t though. this...will be part of our little secret as always.” indeed it wasn’t much progress. maybe even regression almost. yet the words that char had said replayed in parts. pieces sticking out from thank you’s to apologizes to the hope of chanyeol’s sucess in the future.
he had never seen so much hope placed in him.
he doesn’t know what to do with it. casually he stands for a second before casually sat on the edge of char’s bed. the distance obvious between the two of them. funny how he’s been in here so many time it’s natural to just sit on someone else’s bed. without even a second though and he reached out. arms outstretched as he made a close and open gesture with his hand. “bring it over!” he almost sounds childlike and selfish to ask char of a thing to do but it didn’t hurt to ask. if char had asked him to come over instead he would without much though as well.
( / it had only been a few weeks since chanyeol had been dismissed from the infirmary. simple scratches that had marked his body had healed by then. body free from any signs of the physical mess he was during the busan festival. the sight of so much death, the smell of fire could vaguely be recalled if he thought about it long enough. this wasn't the case now. his focus was on something else. to reach to the infirmary and delivery what was needed ) maybe i should have layered up more
( / except it was much harder to do so when he felt lethargic from the cold that he was slowly overcoming. he honestly had no idea when it would eventually go away. as it wasn't contracted through normal means. still it was a simple cold that would eventually go away. still he had made sure to dress himself up, the extra layers over his coat allowed his body to warm up a bit. sure there were a few stares here and there from people who thought he looked like a walking puffball but he had learn to not care what other people think! ) where was the infirmary again... ( / his voice drawled off as he looked at the location where he was and touched the container of soup in his hand ) ahhh gotta hurry hurry. it's getting cold!
( / with that he shuffled over wherever his gut feeling told him and somehow was glad he did because he had arrived at the infirmary. slowly he opened the door and looked around before closing it carefully and shuffling his way over towards a specific bed ) sehun, i'm here~ ( / with a grin he took the extra chair next to the bed and sat down ) did you miss me? ( / the cheery tone in his voice rang throughout the quiet room as he placed the container of soup on the table and looked over to see the damage done on his friend. could have been worse. still it hurts to look though ) i couldn't bring you chicken, but i think this is just as good ( / pats at the warm container of soup just waiting to jump right into sehun's stomach )
chanyeol had honestly expected for the lawnmower to actually have no use. that luhan wouldn’t bother trying to go for something that might go wrong. then again anyting that chanyeol would assume that luhan would or would not do was completely wrong. off the charts completely at times. probably off the atmosphere distance. so when luhan suggest that they actually do it, he almost could feel the whiplash in his neck when he turned to stare at luhan. “what” he answers dumbly as he blinks at luhan.
indeed it was at least three inches deep.
just to double check on this supposed fact that luhan just mentioned, chanyeol paused for a few second befores suddenly jumping into the snow. immediately he felt himself sink into the white soft blanket of snow and looks down at it. almost felt like it was a shoe hole meant just for him. “yeah at least three inches deep.” he adds in response to luhan’s declaration of using the lawn mower anyways.
poor shovels being sadly tossed aside, lying in the snow like two seperate loves never meant to join again and to sleep eternally in the blanket of snow.
eventually chanyeol starts moving as he watches luhan already make a head start, dragging along the lawnmower with him. “hey! wait upppp” he calls out as he pulls himself out of the hole he jumped into and hurried alongside luhan as they make their way up the hill. “yeah...i think that’s the seat.” he points out to the obvious chair molded into the lawnmower that would give it away without even mentioning it. “but we might get distracted from mowing if we cuddle...” he continues but the thought of being warm together does sound more promising...and if they focus they could do both at the same time.
“yeah okay let’s cuddle.” he answers in reassurance before he assumes they’re finally at the top.
“maybe i can sit and you can ...i dont know sit on my lap since i doubt there’s enough room for us to sit side by side.” he tests it out by moving in to adjust himself onto the one seat chair and wriggles around in it. “yup no space...” he concludes before looking over to luhan and patting his lap. “let’s test this out!”
(this was what roommate bonding was all about right?)
{ park chanyeol, park chanyeol, his numbers are printed neatly in her little black book as: chanyeolie (；-◞౪◟-) — although seeing as he was hovering over her at the time, there really wasn't a chance for her to put anything else; still— } { txt } yaaaaaaaah! { txt } was i imagining things or did i see you and coal together at the festival? (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘) kkkkkkkk
( / the caller id after receiving the text surprised chanyeol. it’s been awhile. has it? he’s not quite sure …but seeing “soojung (´･ω･｀)” leaves him read the text and laugh lightly )
[ txt ] it was your imagination soojung![ txt ] just kidding, he came fashionably late after you （ー△ー；）[ txt ] thank you though[ txt ] for keeping me company (ノ・∀・)ノ[ txt ] though mr. owl would have made it 10x better.
ah, so this wasn’t sehun.
as dumb as chanyeol’s misconceptions had been only a few minutes ago. the moment he saw the small figure turn around-wide eyes staring back at his- all possibility of this being sehun was gone. though one would wonder how chanyeol could have ever assumed the other was his good friend. the height should have been the first dead giveaway more than anything. yet it wasn’t and he hoped that squishy tiny man won’t be too offended for him assuming so.
except tiny squishy man didn’t sound anything but squishy. the tone that comes out of his lips leaves chanyeol feeling more guilty at what just had happened rather than bemused at it all. so he just gives a sheepish grin in response and habit to grab onto the back of his neck with his arm. “well this was if we were talking about sehun here. which you’re not now that you’ve turned around.” no matter how casually and effortless chanyeol made it sound, the words still hung an awkward tinge to it and he could almost feel the apology build up in his throat. “sorry about the barging there. usually with sehun i just yknow like bam! except i didn’t know he had company over.”
he had now idea. it’s been quite awhile since he’s seen the young mutant to realized he had a roommate. or maybe this wasn’t his roommate and someone else. it would explain the awkward situation and the half-naked squishy man before him. maybe that was it. a small dawn of realization hit on his face and chanyeol’s awkward expression slowly became one that was much more relaxed and he takes in kyungsoo’s smile and his introduction as an opening. of course he has to know more about this man.
he might be sehun’s special someone!
“hi kyungsoo, i’m chanyeol or link...but everyone here just calls me chanyeol!” he says with ease, the grin only widening as he takes a closer step into the room and holds up the bag of chicken in his arms. “i was acutally planning on giving this to him.” though seeing as there was no sign of the older man anywa he opts to just set the bags down and takes it to sitting on the floor as if he was getting comfortable in his own dorm room. he did consider this as his second place to crash though, but it’s been awhile. a long while since the busan incident since he’s visited though. “personally, i think dark brown would suit nicely but that’s just my favorite color. you should ask sehun though later instead! he might know what suits you best instead.”
seeing as there was no point in leaving the chickens to go warm, he reached in the bag to pull out a box and holds it up to kyungsoo. “seeing as sehun isn’t here, do you want it instead? he’s probably not going to eat it anyways once it gets too warm so why put it to waste? plus no harm in talking and getting to know a friend of sehun. unless you’re something..else?” smooth chanyeol. so smooth.
chanyeol: ( / the chat with soojung was short. not too long before she went on with other things. other plans with other people and he found himself standing alone again. he had lost track of time by this point and the cold felt like it wanted to get worse. yura's touches reminds him he could just leave now. go home but he shook his head ) five more minutes ( / insisted quietly and focused on keeping his hand warm in his pocket as well as his hope. which proves to be worthwhile as he sees a familiar figure from afar ) see....told you he'd come, yura.
char: (/ he did what he could. 'fashionably late' wasn't even in the question now. char's just a selfish jerk. he trudges toward their scheduled meeting point, hoping it still remains despite the lapse in schedule itself. ) ... (/ char catches sight of him. well, hints of him... that char just /knows/ it's him. lean and tall. lanky, kinda funny-looking when he even stands. slivers of distant lights illuminate those all-too familiar ears; the ones that stick out. ... chanyeol is /still/ waiting. somewhere between his stomach and chest just -- flutters[?] a bit at the tenacity of the gesture. ) ... better late than never, right? (/ char musters a smile, after self-consciously wiping at any blood or rubble from his face. he's pretty sure he has; he never got access to a mirror before this, so he might've looked like shit and wouldn't even have a clue. ) sorry, chanyeol.
chanyeol: ( / the excitement that bubbled in his stomach and the smile that was bloomed widely on his lips almost made him look like an idiot. it was okay though because it felt like his waiting wasn't in vain. even just hearing char's words made his smile widened even more. if it was possible half his face could be a smile altogether ) you were hitting it close to never though ( / as char closed the distance, the smile on his face that almost looked like it wanted to jump off and run away visibly became smaller. his eyes looked at the blood slightly smeared on his lip and the bruise that was turning blue and purple ) did you get caught in a stampede or something ( / he jokes even though the humor doesn't reach his eyes. eyes that look at char with concern and his heart that feels like it's being squeezed a bit too tight at the sight of his friend like that ) good thing i bought tissues for my stuffy nose ( / digging into his pocket he pulled out a couple tissue papers and held it out ) but we can get ice while we walk
char: (/ char purses his lips as soon as chanyeol points his battered condition out. then he can taste it; the drying blood that he missed in wiping off. ) ... something like that. (/ he chuckles with no feeling; he can't even try to put feeling in it anymore. but chanyeol kind of rekindles something. right now though, char's much to run down to act on it. and maybe a little scared. ) ... (/ char uses his sleeve to wipe off the blood, like no big deal. he gently pushes chanyeol's hand back. ) thanks but no thanks. (/ he musters a smirk. ) your snot might be on that. (/ char starts walking alongside the elder anyway, bumping against him as he's slightly unsteady on his feet. ) but no to the ice. you know i hate that shit.
chanyeol: hey! i'll have you know i managed to only use one tissue paper. these are all perfectly clean ( / yet he puts them away in his pocket and keeps them there. he knows that char wasn't going to take it even if he was persistent about it. the grin widens a bit more though, something that could never really be stopped. it was even harder to control his smile when it came to char. though he wasn't going to say that out loud. not when he presses that thought so deep and so hard it almost disappears. almost. ) not everything that helps is something necessarily something you like ( / he adds with a laugh, feeling the momentary bump before casually reaching out and draping his arm over char's shoulders in an attempt to help steady his walking. or walk straight at least ) do you think you can tip toe a bit char, so i don't have to lean down doing this ( / they stood out though, the melancholy atmosphere contrasting with their bright little bubble ) ...you missed the obituaries ( / a casual comment as he looks ahead )
char: i'll heal up faster than you and your cold. just you wait and see. (/ char smiles, bigger than he did before. it seems to be becoming a trend around chanyeol. char wonders if he notices. ) ... (/ silence falls over them then, after chanyeol mentions the whole purpose of this festival. ) yeah, i figured. ... i miss a lot of things. (/ char shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. he looks up slightly at chanyeol. char doesn't know why, but he feels significantly shorter next to him. it's almost comforting in a way, and char leans in slightly further against him. they fit nicely together... or something. char shouldn't be thinking like this. not on the topic of death notices. ) ... how was that...?
chanyeol: ( / chanyeol doesn't. he doesn't notice the smiles. not consciously that is, but subconsciously it does. it notices because his eyes become slowly mismatched as laughter escapes from his lips. even if it usually was easy to humor him. that was if you were a humorous person. char was anything but humorous at this moment. maybe. ) well, at least you didn't completely miss out. so we'll just do a lot of things to make up for what you missed out. aka keeping you hostage until the lanterns. ( / he tries to sound menacing with that threat, even look menacing for a moment turning his smile into a scowl but he chokes at the idea of how ridiculous he looks and breaks into laughter again. he doesn't see char lean into him, but he tightens his grip on his shoulder, almost in a comforting gesture ) it was......it was a bit hard ( / the words come out a bit of a struggle, smile still on his lips as he tries to piece the words together ) just sad really. lot of tears. probably still lots of them right now....
char: it must've been. (/ he murmurs, looking disinterested -- maybe apathetic, which is worse. but he tries to keep his distance from delving into deaths. it's touchy for him too, and his coping mechanism is just looking like he doesn't care. it's difficult though -- because this is chanyeol, and he wants to show he cares, but he's not sure how without going overboard. ) ... but how are /you/ handling it?
chanyeol: ( / the question surprises chanyeol because he thought he's been doing well. this has been the best he had to deal with it. with death in front of his. people would say it was with maturity. with age. he would say it's experience. the turmoil in his stomach rages on as he manages to keep his emotions in check. he has trouble looking at char by this point. eyes staring straight down the path in front of them and his body reflexively stiffens ) zitao didn't make it ( / he adds after a second or two and looks over at char ) but...i think me not throwing a tantrum is handling it pretty well right? ( / and he smiles and people would think it was a struggle. it wasn't. the curves on his lips were more subdued, a quiet smile, but altogether genuine ) i also found a great booth with corn on the cob that i think you'll get addicted to once you take a bite though. ( / a slight tug and a point at another direction and he doesn't let the topic press on farther. a bit afraid to dig in too deep )
char: (/ he's heard the name in passing a few times. char wants to know who he is, and who he is to chanyeol -- but he holds his tongue... which surprises him, because char usually blurts things out in that slapdash way he's known for. but death is another thing altogether. it changes char [in more ways than one]. ) ... um, i'm sorry. (/ he awkwardly says, voice as hesitant as the arm that lifts to hang around chanyeol's waist then. char pats a few times as some kind of comforting gesture, but now it just feels embarrassing. so thank god chanyeol changes the subject here. ) ... what's so special about corn? (/ char eyes up at chanyeol with slight suspicion, as if this were a trap. )
chanyeol: it's okay ( / he insists and smiles. it's something he had the right to grieve, yes. chanyeol just didn't want to grieve in front of char because the other doesn't need to see him break down. see him fall in bits and pieces inwardly at the thought of his friend because he just wants to focus on char. char who makes him feel full even if the ache still beats in chest. who keeps the warmth alive from within a little bit and he's in so deep. so deep and he knows it. ) you'll find out when you see! ( / the growing enthusiasm increasing as they make way closer to the booth ) it's not like i'm going to feed you magical rat poison shaped like corn, char ( / maybe he shouldn't have said that so loud when they finally made it to the booth with the workers giving him a judging glance ) two corn on a cob please ( / he says a bit embarrassed at what just happened and fumbling for his wallet )
char: (/ char's eyes are just dark caverns under his frown. worried, and maybe a little curious. ) ... (/ he goes along with it anyway, along with chanyeol. they still they like this though -- in each other's arm... kind of thing. char's not sure what to call it, and he tries not to overanalyse it. 'it's just for comfort's sake'. something in his chest prods in opposition though. ) ... looks like the booth people know you're onto them. (/ char chuckles quietly, observing the workers' slight [probably offended] grimaces. char gives them a smirk and somewhat presses back against chanyeol, edging behind him a bit... probably, maybe or maybe not using him as a human shield. ) -- hehe, are you buying my one too, hyung? (/ char asks with that childish air to him, more so insolent because he never calls chanyeol hyung unless he wants something. ) ... (/ when they receive their 'special' corn on the cobs, char eyes chanyeol first -- carefully. ) you eat first, maybe it is magical rat poison. (/ B> )
chanyeol: ( / chanyeol gives an apologetic expression to the workers who just roll their eyes and listen to chanyeol's order. two corn cobs sitting on the grill waiting to be just right. right before they would add the butter and the green onions to finish it off. a vegetable covered in fat and greases. unhealthy but worth it. like many things in chanyeol's eyes as his lips twitch at the formal term is heard ) hyung might ( / he repeats before pointing at the person behind him ) you can leave him to work of his share ( / a laugh escapes and he doesn't say he's kidding even when he hands the man two bills. enough to pay for the two corn on a cob. one of them happily in his hand ) eat yours first? ( / he says with a raised eyebrow before shaking his head and taking a bite of his own. the butter was a bit messy, smearing on the corners of his lips and bits of green onions stuck on the edges. he's too busy chewing thoroughly to really think about it ) see it's not rat poison. it's heavenly sent food. now you take a bite.
char: this looks so fattening. (/ char sighs like a teenage girl on a diet. ) ... (/ with a look resembling something that hovers between disgust and surprise, char watches chanyeol dig into his corn. ) you eat clumsily too. (/ he snorts, snatching a serviette from the stall counter, wiping the sides of chanyeol's mouth. that grease and those bits of onion crumpled into the tissue before being binned. ) ... they were ... annoying. (/ an inescapable smile twitches at char's lips then, and he decides to busy it by finally biting into his snack. it still doesn't stop the heat rushing to his cheeks though. )
chanyeol: this sounds like something the girls from school would say ( / the comment doesn't end a punctuation mark and he lets out a loud laugh ) if you really don't want it i can have it. more for me! ( / with a happy exclamation he completely tunes out char's words poking at his eating style. instead he continues to indulge in his festival treat unaware of the mess on his face until he feels something press on his lips. the words are lodged on his throats. silly remarks and gestures are out the window as he stills a bit, letting char continue his gesture ) ...thanks although i'm probably going to get my face all dirty again ( / he manages to say with a grin before continuing onward ) it's sad you missed the lanterns though. i think....you would have liked them. ( / the far edge of the dock a small distance away from them. he wonders how far they are by this point. if char could see them at all. )
char: (/ shrugs. ) i'll just wipe it again, you klutz. ... at least i'm not using your snotty tissues. (/ char smirks, not hesitating at all to taunt the other. ) ... i miss a lot of things. (/ char says, pretty sure he said it before tonight; too many times, really. ) ha... (/ smiles, albeit sadly. ) i'm a walking lantern anyway. it's not that much of a big deal. (/ out from the dock, he spots bright glitter along the black horizon; invisible against noir. char thinks he would've liked them too. ) ... sorry i was so late. (/ he murmurs with disappointed eyes before taking another crunch of his corn. )
chanyeol: i think after like the second day i'm not contagious anymore. so my snotty tissues wouldn't do anything mean to you! ( / a pout forms, bottom lip almost quivering and feeling insulted. though they never last long. soon enough he found the curl of his lips back on his face, one too bright to match with char's more melancholy smile ) you're more like a firefly..caught on fire instead ( / he murmurs a bit under his scarf before he inhales deeply, hopefully char didn't hear that ) wait... walking lantern ( / the rare moment of having an idea comes to mind and the excitement builds up so quickly, so does the phlegm in his throat and he finds himself bending down into a violent cough fit ) i'm ( / coughs ) okay ( / coughs more. it takes a few more seconds before he straightens himself and instead of apologizing. instead of commending on the incident earlier, he finds himself happily reaching out to grab char's arm and point at the dock ) let's make a lantern then. and float it off with the rest.....
char: (/ his ears feel like they perk at that term -- 'firefly'. he wonders when he'd last been called that. then again, only ravi called him that. and it really /had/ been a while. until the reigning 'charmander' kicked in. ) ... (/ he doesn't say anything about it. he's -- well, obviously his attention is pulled away, distracted by chanyeol sudden coughing fit. ) don't die. (/ char comments in that snarky way. then it dawns on him -- this festival's purpose was to mourn... for the dead... /well, shit/. ) umm... (/ on a whim, char turns toward the fading lights across the sea and bow toward them. ) sorry, sorry. (/ flushed hot or frozen cold, he doesn't know how he feels right now. it's probably a clash of both; makes him feel uneasy. ) ... isn't it a bit late now, chanyeol...? (/ char whines, but lets himself be dragged along by the elder. ) ... it's okay, we don't have to. (/ they reach the dock and char stares at the spare paper. he already knows it's going to look terrible. )
chanyeol: ... ( / the laugh the erupts from chanyeol's mouth is endless as he clutches at his side due to char's apology. it wasn't the actual statement that made chanyeol laugh. it was the way char took about it that he found so bemusing and it doesn't help much because his laughter turns into coughs again ) i'll try not to but you keep making laugh. which is becoming fatal ( / it was all in good jest though, mind concentrating on something else as he just pulls at char's arm towards the dock ) but i want us to ( / he pauses and looks over at char. the way he holds onto his corn cob stick on one hand and a childish expression on his face ) ...i want you to get a chance to experience like how i did. it might be better than...whatever made you late ( / he comments with a grin before reaching out to grab one of the spare paper ) i have 100% confidence in this baby ( / pats at the spare paper although he hasn't actually done anything yet...to his baby )
char: yah, don't laugh. (/ char whispers, nearly angrily -- more so surprised. as if this were a super-secret between only the two of them. char apologising to lanterns probably is a super-secret actually. ) ... (/ 'but i want us to'. chanyeol's voice resonates in his mind; echoes through his vacuous shell of a body and /fills/ it. he might know what people meant by that 'warm and fuzzy feeling' now. ) ... (/ char's... touched, to say so in the least. he hates sentimental things. not because they're mushy and sweet, but because he's so easily affected by it, it's difficult to hide. ) ... anything's better than what made me late. (/ he murmurs under his breath, brain struggling to connect to his mouth. ) ... (/ raises a [probably judgmental] brow at chanyeol though. 'baby'? ) i don't want to make your baby ugly. it'll probably drown anyway. (/ sits down though, albeit reluctantly, fingers tentatively sliding across the paper and wooden dowels. ) ... show me how you did it, hyung.
chanyeol: don't be so pessimistic, char. maybe as ugly it'll turn out to be it might float farther than the rest. ( / with a grin he looks down at the materials in front of them and reaches out ) first of all i did it like this ... ( / and he continues to explain. words careful and precise for once. a sign of serious concentration occurring as he'd point out where to go. what to fold and where to place the wooden dowels. fingers would reach out and grab onto char's, guiding through the motion ignoring the chaotic feeling resting within himself with each action he does. to char. with char. for char. ) do you think it's really that ugly now? ( / he says with a satisfying grin and points at the result of their efforts together ) i don't think baby will drown now.
char: ... you sound so ... gay. (/ taunts and chuckles at chanyeol despite seeing the sense in his words. char still doubts anything he'll create won't crash and burn though. ) ... (/ all humour is gone though, washed away by the hot flush that heats his face all of a sudden; when chanyeol's fingers slide against his own, guiding his hands across a series of steps to make a ... paper lantern or something. char completely forgets what he's supposed to be doing, and instead his attention is pulled to the... well... /intimacy/. ) ... uh-- ah... um... (/ char hears the rise in pitch of a series of words which don't quite reach him. it's a question but the pyro has no fucking idea what just happened. ) ... um, what? (/ he has to screw his eyes shut and shake his head a little to snap out of... what ever that was. he sees something close to resembling a decent floatable lantern. admittedly better than he had anticipated. ) ... it's alright, i guess. (/ purses his lips and frowns slightly at their hands, heart beating faster again. ) how're... we gonna light it? we're in public so i don't think i can... y'know.
chanyeol: i didn't know my orientation had a type of sound to it ( / explains easily and there was no anger in his words. nor was there any hidden passive aggressive sentiment to it. instead he found it humorous and the grin doesn't once fall of his face just because of that. not until it suddenly becomes quiet as he guides char through the steps to make the paper lantern. getting only broken sounds from the younger man and it almost sounds like he's choking. just less urgent. less like he was really struggling to get air. choking in slow motion you could call it ) you okay, char? ( / chanyeol's eyebrows knit a bit in concern after they made the paper lantern ) you sound like a cavemen. uh..ah umm ( / mocks before breaking into another soft laughter which dies down slowly after the question is asked. indeed. it needed to be lit. it needed fire ) ...um ( / he looks around before scooting closer and wrapping his arm around the the lantern, leaning in to let his touch char's shoulders, forming a circle with the two of them ) i think this looks concealed enough. ( / the hesitation was there. he knows that he was very close. the closest he's been to fire by doing this ) don't worry about how i feel....i..i think i can handle this distance
char: (/ ... 'orientation'?? ... chanyeol took it a bit /too/ literally. ... char smiles a little, a lot -- he doesn't know. because it doesn't necessarily mean chanyeol even /likes char/... in /that/ way. the like-like way. ) ... um, uh, yeah i'm... okay. (/ smiles meekly, shoving chanyeol playfully when he's mocked. ) shut up. (/ char's smile drops instantly when chanyeol wraps his arm around the very thing that will set alight. chanyeol will be hugging fire. not only that, but char can't help a though wander in the back of his mind -- one along the lines of 'this looks /really/ gay'. ) ... um, okay. (/ one arm rises to rest his hand on chanyeol's forearm, and the other dips into the lantern, flicking the wick to set it alight. it's a quick movement; probably not worth the stress before it. he just hopes people aren't looking. if they are, char hopes they're just looking at the two of them like this. speaking of which, ) ... what did you mean about... your orientation...?
chanyeol: that's rude to say to your hyung! ( / tries to look offended and menacing, shaking his fist at char as if that would make the other cower in fear ) i hope it's not uncomfortable...for you ( / he says after a moment regarding the position they were in. he was thankful enough that char was fine with. that simple okay being good enough for him. chanyeol wonders between this position, if it was uncomfortable for the other. if it was because of what he said. of who he was attracted to. the words that slipped out so easily that he usually keeps to himself ) ... ( / fingers dig slightly into char's shoulders as he watched the fire light within a second. still he managed to look without flinching. body relaxing and arms pulling away eventually. the paper lantern glowing between the both of them ) almost like the candle back in my room ( / he comments quietly the question that char ask throwing him off-guard afterwards and he blinks with wide eyes ) ....oh that....i swing for the same team ( / the attempt to make it casual, something out of the ordinary looks almost effortless. even though he could feel his heart about to drop into his stomach at any minute. because there were so many other things in the world to be considered a freak for )
char: ... (/ chanyeol doesn't flinch. and that makes char smile for some reason. it's a tired smile, from tonight's proceeding's, but it's a genuine one at the same time. ) you're getting better. (/ the breath intake char takes after they shift away is laborious, as if the amount of air is compensating for the space chanyeol filled up previously. it's not enough though, char realises. he always feels somewhat... /hollow/ without chanyeol around. the upbeat happiness char didn't have, the energy char lacked, the particular charm that char didn't know existed until it was by his side... even the longer strides that char wanted to keep up with. ) ... oh... (/ char was right... he's not about a lot of things, so he's still surprised. ) ... i can hear a lot of girls crying in disappointment. (/ the pyro smiles, probably wider than he's supposed to -- in spite of all those girls he just spoke of. ) ... (/ a long silence then, not knowing what to say. 'thanks'? ... no... that doesn't seem quite right. ) ... same... i guess
chanyeol: i learn from the best ( / the thought of nights when he'd watch the flames flicker comes to mind. nights where he'd try to stare, letting the flame flicker in front him. memories passing through each motion the element makes. two minutes was the longest he's learned to last so far. two minutes without flinching. without pulling away from the sheer fear of his memories consuming him whole. it seems so little but it meant so much. maybe it helps because when the candle is lit he thinks of someone's hand. vein's protruding hands that would gently bring to life the very thing he was afraid of and light it with ease. with such care that it almost made fire seem...endearing ) i'm learning to adjust my views ( / he continues before the statement brings a ridiculous grin on his face and slaps his hand on char's back from that and lingers there before he rubs char's back in a comforting manner. a manner of friends accepting the other. even if it's more a beacon of hope for chanyeol ) i think more girls are crying in disappointment for you than for me. ( / it sounded so casual, even if it meant so much because he accepted it. accepted char as he is as the other has for him. he's grateful...and thankful. looking down at the lantern he turns towards the body of water not to far ) ...should we see our baby off?
char: i know -- a lot of girls cry over me already. (/ smirks, that pretentious air returning to him as soon as he puts on this chichi facade. ) it's just i hear /nearly/ as many cry for you. another tall, handsome guy impossible for them to nab. (/ char smiles. ) welcome to the club. (/ and it seems so /effortless/ for him to say that, despite the fact his heart is racing at what he thought was an impossible speed, until now. ) ... (/ the pyro glances at the paper lantern between them again; he forgot about that. ) 'baby'? ... you get gayer and gayer. (/ char chuckles, nodding though. ) let's set it off. (/ and char wonders if this might be a metaphor for something. then, belatedly, wonders why he's reading so much into things. /it's just. a. fucking. paper. lantern./ ) ... (/ he lifts it from chanyeol's hands and hovers it above the water. ) ... do i make a wish or something before i let it go? (/ regardless of an answer, char makes a silent one, and settles it onto the water's surface. )
chanyeol: i only have sentimental feelings because you were so sure it'd be ugly. look at it now! ( / almost pats the lantern, only to realize the fire was flickering from within this time and quickly pulls his arm away, and carefully holds them on the side instead. the warmth was tingling as he glances at it before them before char agrees ) don't hold it too roughly! ( / he calls out with a wide grin on his face, knowing he was just playing to the parental role to amuse char and follows after the other close to the water ) um, i did for mine ( / he mentions belatedly as the lantern slowly drifts off. floating out in the distance. it had a long way to go before it would possibly meet up with the other lanterns. or maybe it would diverge into a completely different path and never come back. or maybe it'd find two of three stranded lanterns and form a companion. either way, chanyeol just hopes it won't be too lonely ) maybe it'd be a good time to head back now. and finally get that fixed up ( / point at char's lips before bring back and touches is own lip, tapping it lightly )
char: it's... still kinda ugly. (/ char chuckles. ) your fingers are clumsy, so when they were guiding mine... they uh, ... yeah. it turned into that. (/ shoves his now free hands into his pockets. his brows raise in further curiosity of chanyeol's possible wish. but he knows what they say -- wishes won't come true if you speak about it. but char doesn't believe in superstition. that's what he says anyway. ) ... (/ purses his lips as soon as chanyeol refers to his busted pair. ) i'm fine, chanyeol. (/ the pyro dismisses with a sigh, forcing his gaze to rip off chanyeol's own lips. how deep char is in [what ever this is] right now is ridiculous. he kind of wishes he could climb out of this well of emotion, but kind of wishes he'd stay here forever. he likes it here; nothing but himself, chanyeol and the moon. and hundreds of floating stars. char watches them drift away. ) let's go.
{` she didn't expect chanyeol of all people to be there — dilated pupils peering up at the boy as she returns his smile, moving to rub numb fingers against each other absently } well—i had to come, since you know—the lanterns and everything.. {` she trails off mid-explanation, brows furrowing at the difficulty of piecing her words together without actually using the word festival—god knows that made her squeamish more than anything } what are you doing here though? {` blinks } —alone, i mean.
of course! ( / the way he comes in through the growing silence between the two of them. he’s just glad to have company with him at this time ) i managed to get a peak of the lanterns near the dock…they look really pretty. ( / it’s hard to think of words at this moment how to really go about speaking with a wide smile about the current situation, like how it was hard to breathe through his nose. nose clogged with mucus ) ah, i was suppose to meet up with char! ( / a small childish pout formed on his lips ) i…just…he’s running late… ( / this time his own words trail off not really knowing if it’s honestly char being late by this point, or a small optimistic explanation to the current predicament ) do you want to go around the festival a bit while we wait? i can be your personal wheeler! ( / he offers with a grin moving over to a new topic with ease )
{` where is everyone? she had no idea, somehow she had lost sight of every single one of her friends — it'd make her a bit more anxious to be alone at yet another festival, if she wasn't already drugged above and beyond the usual doses; it was the only way she'd be able to make it out here without having a panic attack } -- {` fingers twitching against the wheels, she reached up to adjust her mask before rolling out of the crowd, blinking slowly when she hits the back of someone's legs } sorry!
( / thirty minutes late. not like he was counting though as he stared at the last text char sent him and bit his lip. there was no point in staring at a message that had no real purpose except making him antsy by this point. he pocketed his phone quietly and focused on wrapping the scarf around his neck a bit more comfortably before he let out a harsh cough. the cold that had been plaguing him was only getting worse as he stood outside but he knew what he was going into and he had wanted to see the festival, alone or not ) ten more minutes, yura. and if he doesn’t come then we can look around a bit ( / he spoke through his scarf, words muffled as the insistent jab on his side from his connection gave away all the words she wanted to say ) whoa— ( / he takes a step back when he feels something hit the back of his leg and he turns around to see who it was ) it’s quite alr— soojung! ( / the grin on his lips lit up his face as he pulled down the scarf and waved at her enthusiastically ) i didn’t know you were here! i didn’t even know you were okay to be out here!
it’s not like you don’t own four controllers already. (/ remarks from behind when he hears jaehyun sigh about the broken one. ) not to mention the spare ones too. (/ char casually strolls up toward room 201 with a small curl to his lips. he looks proud — despite the fact that it was indeed him that got a bit too carried away with that one warm-up round of wii sports boxing. a shit game in his opinion, but perhaps it’s just a spiteful slant due to the fact that he lost. ) … (/ jaehyun looks like a walking games cabinet. and, rather than taking some of the load off of his hands, char’s hands remain in his jacket pockets, simply craning his neck to peer down at the selection inside the bag. ) — (/ the first title he spots is ‘cooking mama’ and all char does is snort. ) yah, as if we’re gonna play that. (/ he turns to the door then and knocks properly. ) luhan, chanyeol — you better be dead or dying right now ‘cus we’ve been waiting out here for— (/ the door opens then. ) oh. (/ it’s chanyeol, but he’s neither dead or dying — just smiling. ) … i’ll let you off the hook this time. (/ he gives the elder a light jab in the stomach before turning around to snatch a controller from jaehyun. though, he still doesn’t help with freeing his arms and, instead, offers a cheeky grin. ) thanks jeeves. (/ swerving past the two, char spots lu han finally entering the scene — and promptly races to the bed first [ignoring the fact that it’s not his own] to land the best view of the television. ) shotgun player one ~
( / the cold had finally started to subside for chanyeol, only coming down to a stuffy nose and the occasional cough. harmless enough that he was well enough for luhan to hang around without getting the sickness. though he lazes a bit on his bed as he throws a paper ball at luhan ) score! ( / he says with a laugh although he realizes he could possibly face the wrath of the shorter man for doing something so impulsive so when he hears voices outside their door he takes it ) i'll get that ( / opening the door he found himself staring at char and jaehyun from behind, lips immediately forming a smile before he feels a light jab ) hey hey there i'm still wounded ( / not really but he watches as char move in and instead of what he assumed was the rest of jaehyun's body. it looked like a bunch of game consoles over took his body instead ) do you need help with that? ( / chanyeol doesn't even bother with letting the question be answered as he reaches out and takes a hold on some of the game systems from jaehyun and bringing them into the dorm ) hey char at least help setup. lazy ass ( / it's almost affectionate. a friendly tone he says as he walks past by the other and quickly uses his free hand to throw a pillow at char's face ) i think i saw a cooking mama case in that bag. i want at least one game of that!! ( / he comments as he casually places the game console over to where luhan is ) help me set up???? ( / cue the puppy eyes that would most likely...not work. at all. )
chanyeol could feel the fiery gaze from char and the icy glance from myungsoo reflect onto him as he tries to mediate between the two. to focus on what’s going on at hand than at each other. his blinding trust in those he has encounter would probably get chanyeol killed one day indeed, but it was a risk worth taking. an odd combination swelled in the pit of his stomach as he attempts to come over to myungsoo. attempts to convince the other to just get along.
that is untill everything falls apart and chanyeol’s concerns are resolved that indeed myungsoo was not the other. yet the fourth person amongst them was.
the fourth person whose managed to bring all three of them in a sudden surprise. bring chanyeol into a state of dumb stupor as the fire was redirect at him. he knew he wasn’t free from the fear that gripped him at the sight of the fire directing at him and myungsoo. honestly, he almost thought that this was how he was going to end up in this chaos. burned from the fear that he had been trying so hard to overcome. no matter how much his mind willed him to move. his body failed to do so as his heart almost stopped.
focus
he could barely hear the words but they come stronger again when he hears it a second time and with that he could feel his body move. against his own will but for the better and no harm done. slowly he opens one eye and looks up at myungsoo next to him and he feels it bleed out. the fear slowly dissipating from his mind as he nodded at the words that ring in his mind. “r-right. focus.” he mumbled as he turns his head and looks at the scene before him.
there’s nothing much that chanyeol can do within long-distance. not like how char and myungsoo are as they both project their powers at vector. though it didn’t seem like long-distance or any sort of distance was much help as shown earlier. he notices from his peripheral view at char’s fist, bright and heated with the flame that had given him so much fear. he still felt uneasy at the sight but he wasn’t turning away. not with the constant chant in his mind and who it was that was holding onto such flames.
the idea comes to mind suddenly though. what he could do. what could happen. he doesn’t know what the outcome would entail in his choices but he knows that it would offer time. any time or to make himself of use for any plains between the three of them. “hey leader...” he says as he turns to myungsoo, “i dont have much time to explain so i’ll keep it short. i’m going to try and posess him....give you guys to do what you want with him....but i’ll need the distraction to keep happening...while i try to ambush him from behind.....” he takes in a deep breath, “i’m going to go for it now..even if you disagree or not because...” he fails to finish the words as he gives a comforting thumbs up.
because there’s no time to think of anything else.
with that he quickly allowed vector’s attention on char and his attempt at getting back up on his feet as the sign to start ahead as he gives a shaky grin and runs off. his body heading down even more before carefully attempting to manuever himself out of vector’s vision but towards his direction.
