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i need to regain my muse for kyungsoo so please like this for a script starter? may or may not be related to the event. capping at 4 c:

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avtkris:

“It is a big deal. Your body is telling you that you pushed yourself too far today.” Yifan rises to his feet, about to approach Kyungsoo when the younger male swayed on his feet. His body moves on its own, arms supporting the weight of Kyungsoo and tries to balance him back to his feet. 

He flinches when Kyungsoo shouts when he’s being so close to him, startling him and his sensitive ears. Kyungsoo shouting only making him feeling even more worried. Yifan suspects that he can’t hear himself properly if he had to shout that loud. 

“Bullshit.” Yifan clicks his tongue and hoists Kyungsoo’s body and carries him to his room, mindful of his dangling feet or head when he opened the bedroom door. He pull Kyungsoo to his chest and hugs him with an arm as the other one throws Kyungsoo’s blanket to the other side of the bed to make room for Kyungsoo. Yifan lies the younger male on his back against the bed, looking for any signs of discomfort. 

“Wait here.” He says when he’s quite sure that he can leave Kyungsoo for a while. 

Yifan hurriedly goes back to the living room and picking up a bottle of water, some garlic bread and sausages (he really needs to stop orderig junk food. His roommate needs proper nutrition.) and aspirin almost in a speed of light.

“Eat something before taking the aspirin. Then you should probably sleep after this.” 

this whole treatment he’s getting; it’s only a reminder of his childhood. grandpa would hoist him up to his shoulder whenever kyungsoo doesn’t want to stop playing outside, and grandma would be the one who nag his ears off to listen to his elders and go home before dark. yifan here is a combination of both- except much younger and stronger, obviously.

and a bigger worrywart too.

“i’m fine. really, i’m fine!” he tries to sit up on the bed–keyword tries because the pain immediately shot up to the top of his skull and caused his vision to swim again. definitely fine. “i mean… i’ll be fine with a good night’s rest. don’t worry, hyung.” very convincing.

it’s not like he has much choice other than going in to work tomorrow. 

no disguise, no hesitation

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avtkris:

They part with him ruffling the younger’s hair and “Call me if you need anything.”

He lies on the couch now with a book within his cradle, waiting for sleep to come. The book in his hand is old. Worn around the edges and delicate to touch, sanded by time. The words inside have made a copy of themselves in his mind long time ago. It will be hours for him to get sleepy, the sound of busy streets in a distance grating softly on his sharp ears. White noises aren’t lullaby for him and when the busy city falls asleep, he will too. 

There’re three large boxes of pizza and boxes of finger foods on the table now, two of them are empty while the other one has half of its content gone. His hand wanders to reach the remote control, setting his book aside for the tv now that he’s bored with the story. He numbly watch anything that’s on, munching on the chicken nuggets he ordered along with many other things.

His nose picks the scent of iron and he turn his head towards the smell. Kyungsoo just came out from the bathroom and the smell comes from him. Yifan furrows his eyebrows, swallowing the food inside his mouth to ask with a hint of concern. “Did you hurt yourself in the bathroom? No offense but you smell like blood. Uh, your own blood.”

trust his mutant roommate to sniff it out.

then again, what did he expect? he agreed to live with a fucking wolf-shifter in the first place. there’s a reason why their kin is called nature’s most dangerous predator.

his voice is tiny when he answers the question, face directed towards the opposite of yifan. his gesture shows anything but innocence, similar to a child admitting that he’s guilty for breaking his mother’s vase.  “...just a nosebleed. no big deal.” scratches his nose. “cleaned the blood up and sprayed the air freshener. sorry”

his vision blurs the moment he takes another step to his room and he immediately reaches for the closest surface for support. echoes fill his skull, sending painful vibrations that send his nerves alight. fortunately kyungsoo managed to regain his footing before his face could collide with the floor. 

“fuck-” it’s hard to see when your brain is acting like a gong. he rubs his eyelids hoping that the static will go away, gripping onto the edge of the couch tightly. 

“i’m okay.” he shouts before yifan starts fussing over him. “i’m fine. just lost my footing.” 

no disguise, no hesitation

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do kyungsoo for w korea

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avtmark:

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mark thought he was completely and utterly safe as he had pulled himself up onto the side of an old building, casually on the fire escape as he was painting his latest masterpiece. the etching had already been completed thankfully and now he was just filling in the colours. in his opinion, it looked fantastic! it was so beautiful and lovely and –

“sir! drop the spray can and put your hands up!” what the fuck? who was being mean to him and stopping him from having art? he turns around, a frown on his face when he sees a police car and his blood goes cold. oh no. shit! he got caught by the police?! he thought this area was abandoned, how could he get caught if no one was here! begrudgingly, he does what he’s told and he makes his way back down the stairs, hands up and pouting the whole way through.

they arrest him, place him in the back of their car and search his backpack. when they find no drugs and just some clothes and water, they take the spray can he was using and declares that they’ll just book him for the night. they set a bail and mark is just trying to hold back tears in the back of the car. this is so scary! he hates this and he wants to sway up the concrete underneath them in a temper tantrum fit. but that might hurt them and mark- he doesn’t want that.

so that’s why on a tuesday night he’s sitting a small cell, all by himself with a concrete slab for a bed, a toilet and that’s it. but he has a blanket draped over himself and he can hear thunder in the distance.

well, at least he’s not outside tonight.

how does he manage to have any sympathy for every single living being in this world, kyungsoo himself doesn’t even know.

first was that puppy from today, and now some random juvenile from prison? not that he looked like one- the boy looked almost innocent if it wasn’t the fact that the patrol found him spray-painting graffiti on an entire wall. other than that he’s just like your regular youth who ran away from home. 

why is he even trying to analyze him? he’s just here to replace officer seo while he’s on coffee break. the last thing he wants is to get home late; having a light sleeper of a roommate with enhanced senses sort of set some unsaid curfew. at least for himself.

maybe one small talk wouldn’t hurt. he’s curious anyway.

“why did you do it?” of course, start with the basic questions first. why does troubled youth think doing something deviant is going to help them find their self? if anything it’s only going to make it more difficult for adults to treat them like one of theirs. 

comfort case

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most of the time, kyungsoo prides himself over the amount of patience he possesses- or at least his self-restrain from doing anything that could potentially serve as a roadblock in the future.

but maybe not so much this time.

to be fair, he was not in his best mood; days of running in circles, analyzing each and every evidence he could get his hands on, crime scene investigations. it’s a miracle itself that he could withstand those rigorous work hours without passing out or blinded by a headache. five paper cups crumpled around the trash bin, white surface stained brown from leftover coffee. 

he can already hear the string that binds his brain together straining, almost to the point of snapping. senses numb and body on autopilot. it’s only a matter of time before he enters the ‘hulk’ stage--except without turning into a more muscular and green version of him.  

(un)fortunately, it didn’t take a lot.

“stupid, fucking piece of-” swings a dictionary at the direction of the flying insect, only to hit the dispenser and cause it to shake. is it just him or those creepy-crawlies are getting bigger and bigger everyday? maybe the man from tv was right- about evolution and everything. he really should start paying more attention to the science shows on tv.

hopefully by the time they’ve grown to the size of a normal human, humans had already extinct by then. he huffs as he dodges the flying, good-for-nothing, huge insects on the quest to find his answer. his elbow catches on something cold and it took him five seconds to realize he had spilled his coffee on the paper he wrote notes on, ink mixing with the liquid caffeine.

okay. that is the last straw.

grabbing a mosquito repellent from his bag, he begin shaking it hard before aiming it at the insect, face so impassive yet could send a chill down your spine. “open wide, bloodsucker. let’s see how much you like drinking poison now.”

excuse me*:･ﾟ

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Tink, for most of his mutant life, had little to no fears. Or well, if you were going to ask him personally he has no fears. He was, of course, the most fearless, wonderful little fairy mutant child there was to ever grace Incheon. Fears were overrated, after all, and when you could be as adorable and witty as him, what was there to be afraid of?

Besides someone trying to squash you with a book the size of Texas, that is.

Screaming, he zips out of the way of the textbook for the nth time. Tink is flying as fast as his little wings could to get the fuck out of the way. This man was an absolute madman! Psychotic! A rage-driven, bloodthirsty fuck! He’s trying to commit murder of the highest degree– which, by the way, would be absolutely hilarious if this was happening to anyone else considering he was zipping around a goddamn detective’s office. 

He didn’t ask for this, truly he didn’t. What harm could’ve come from exploring the ventilation system of the building a block down from his job, Jaehwan had thought? Clearly not this complete and utter bullshit. This is the last time he goes wondering around ventilation systems without some kind of reward afterwards– do they even know how many fans he had to avoid before coming across this short-haired gremlin? Couldn’t he see that Tink was a breathing being? When did people become so cruel? So heartless? Didn’t anyone care about mother nature anymore?

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avttae:

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sometimes taehyung’s nights go extremely well. he gets a pretty nice stack of cash, gets his amusement from seeing awestruck and angry faces that never fail to make him laugh as he gathers up his winnings, ready to hurry on out before anyone recovers from the shock of such a disastrous loss. sometimes, he’s also not so lucky. on his way out of the alleyway he feels a firm hand slide into the collar of his dress shirt, tugging him back.

taehyung chokes, and turns to glance up at the man who dared lay a hand on him– before offering a sickeningly sweet grin. “hey now, i don’t think there’s any problem here, i think that game was pretty fair, no?” he tries sweet talking, staring up up up at the man nearly twice his size.

he knew whom he was dealing with tonight: a pretty high ranking member of a local mafia that he often met just to scam him out of his copious amounts of money. maybe it was just a little too many wins now, though. gods, that man is an awful poker player though. taehyung doesn’t even have to cheat to beat him. “mr. kim wooseok, could you kindly tell your lackey here to let me go? i don’t think we have anymore business to attend to.”

there’s a few moments of silence before taehyung receives his answer, shoved into a brick wall and held there before he sees red and blue lights flashing at the end of the alleyway, looking over with a smug grin. “well well, looks like our little pow wow will have to wait, won’t it? hey! how about you help an innocent guy out!” he calls to the man heading down the alleyway, a fist still curled in his nice, gucci dress shirt, holding him firmly against the wall as all eyes meet on the entrance. his poor shirt, he’ll probably have to trash it after having this man stretch it out.

the state of his shirt should probably be the least of his worries, though.

"drop the weapon and put your hands behind your head.”

a simple command, easy to follow. yet comical at a time like this. when his hands are empty and it’s three against one. he thinks about how convenient it would be to have guns like those american cops in tv shows just for this occasion. to put a little leverage behind his words and stern tone that accompanies it. alas his results in the shooting range says another.

a flurry of movement breaks his concentration upon the scene. something like metal glints on the corner of his eyes and reflex kicks in before his mind could register the pain on the left side of his forehead--the knife missing his eye by just an inch, if he had not shifted his weight to his right foot on time. his knee then lands a perfectly aimed blow to the stomach, sending the knife guy into a wheezing mess on the floor. frantic footsteps sounded from his back followed by a loud yell so he turned around to grab them by the back of their collar to drive their head against the wall on his side.

swift, precise, and clean.

dark hues shift to the pair, almost ready to give both a piece of his mind when he hears detective kim’s footsteps approaching behind him, other dozens of police officers following suit. he takes a deep sigh, letting his nerves calm down from the adrenaline and for the police to do their jobs.  

except for one.

“this one will be riding with me.” he grabs the back of the red-headed boy’s collar, pulling him to start walking to the police car he arrived with. once inside he attached one of the handcuff to the roof grip of the passenger seat and on the boy’s left wrist. making sure the car escape proof before driving away.

“now what the fuck were you doing out there with kim wooseok?”

hello, officer.

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avtrose:

the customers have slowed down to a trickle, the tables full, and chaeyoung smiles whenever someone new enters, in lieu of a greeting. her red dress has turned purple in the blue lighting, velvet warm in the chilly bar. it shimmers as she moves around the stage and so she takes care to do just that, drawing the eyes of the patrons as she sings.

she loves the attention, on and off the stage – she finishes her set and is taken over by the next band, pleased when she feels their attention drift along with her. the standing bar is her go-to when her shift is up, and the bartender always has something ready for her. it’s a sangria today, not quite her favourite but sweet enough for her tastes, nothing unusual there – and it’s a little less expected that the drink’s been sent from someone else, but it’s not quite the surprise either.

“that one?” she asks, leaning against the marble to spot her admirer. he’s clean cut and lean, and certainly attractive, she thinks, if you’d like that sort of thing.

as it so happens, she does.

chaeyoung gives him a smile, slipping through the crowd to approach the stranger, sangria in hand. she tugs a little on her surroundings, her aura soft but present today; she doesn’t want to give the game away so easily. it’s not quite enough to start anything fun but it relaxes her, the quiet murmur of tension seeping its way through the bar.

“hello,” she says, saccharine sweet, and places her drink next to his. “i thought i’d thank you for the drink.” chaeyoung smiles at him, coyly tapping a finger against her glass, letting it brush against the man’s hand. “it’s one of my favourites, thank you.”

red hair, red dress, attractive features, breathtaking vocals. she’s the type of girl that leaves a scorching trail in people’s mind. presence soft yet not bland; perhaps an intentional act to keep unnecessary attention away from herself. magnetizing if she wants to and certainly powerful. one look and kyungsoo knows that what she wants, she gets.

he takes a sip of his own drink, ignoring the tingling zap of electricity the girl left upon the skin of his finger. liquid courage, this is your time. “you have a very beautiful voice.” smiling is surprisingly easy. he gazes straight into her eyes, maintaining eye contact. “when the song ended, i immediately felt compelled to at least buy you a drink or two.”

he knows he’s treading on thin ice here; one slip and he’s done for. maybe a subtle approach would be more effective. 

kyungsoo turns to face her, legs crossed as he leaned on his curled fist on the counter. pull, push, pull, push. his lips tugged into a lopsided grin. “so, do you come here often?”

just fire alarms, and losing you

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the sun’s piece of mind

it starts with a storm.

thunder rumbles at the back of his head, thick gray clouds spreading through the insides of his cranium like a fog. obstructing, dissociating, stripping him of his senses. fingertips losing their sensations until everything comes to a null. the darkness that surrounds him is familiar but not welcomed. resembling the night, although without the stars or the moon.

a complete, total darkness.

then suddenly nothing turns into everything. a tsunami of euphoria washing his entire figure. static penetrating his eardrums that it reaches his stomach, mixing the contents here and there. something wet splatters on his cheeks, his shirt, his face. liquid metallic upon his tongue. ashes and smoke burns his eyes.  

but to the innocent eyes outside, he is still. quiet. gaze blank. empty 

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avtkris:

Papers and bills stacked neatly on the surface of the coffee table, the air purifier he placed by the door makes a constant humming white noise. Slender fingers pressing the buttons on a tiny calculator, occasionally turn his attention to his rackety old laptop. Keeping track on the business isn’t his favorite part of opening a shop but neglecting the responsibilities would only make it harder in the future. 

He sulkily punch in the numbers, groaning like a child as he throws himself back and lies spread-eagle style on the floor. He looks at the clock and sat up so fast with his back straight, rushing to the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water and added some bathing salt. It’s about time for him to come home and the poor kid always look so exhausted to his bone, reminding him of the reason why he decided to be the boss of himself.

Sharp ears pick the sound of footsteps that are becoming familiar, slowly engraved in in his memory. Humans are creature of habit, although he has identified himself as something other than a human for a long time, telling himself that he might still remembers how it feels to be one. Yifan briefly wonders if it will last long enough to become a habit for him having someone to wait to come home to, or it might be already too late for that. He has a new routine and perhaps it’s something that should be celebrated. 

He walks to the front door to greet the younger, traces of a weary soul evident in the lines of a face of a man that should be looking younger than he is now. Yifan knows the drill, another habit he created when he let a new individual into many of his barriers and in this case; Kyungsoo. 

Arms spread in welcoming manner, the long limbs engulf the smaller male in a hug. Loose enough to allow breathing yet firm enough merge the warmth of two different bodies. People change you and you change people. Those alteration he has made in his life proves it and from the same knowledge did he gain the idea. 

“Welcome back!” he chimes with a cheery tone, immersing himself in positive vibe and increasing his awareness of himself and who he is. He can smell traces of gunpowder on him, mixing with his own smell and the impure smoke of the city’s pollution. Kyungsoo smell like the world and himself, like his workplace and people that surrounded him. Yifan neither likes nor dislikes it. 

“Are you tired? Want me to order some food while you take a bath? Look at those tired eyes.” He gently cups Kyungsoo’s face to look at them carefully, fussing like a mother. “Today was a bad one, huh… Take your time, hopefully you’ll feel better after bathing.” He shows him a gummy smile and ruffles the younger’s hair.

he had seen it coming; yet the older male still managed to deliver the element of surprise with his hug. to think about it yifan-hyung has been hugging him everyday after work recently. has it formed into some sort of a habit? the fact that he could stay consistent for days is surprising enough for kyungsoo, considering how… air-headed the elder can be.

although, doesn’t mean all his good deeds go unappreciated.

relenting to yifan’s touch is so so easy, and kyungsoo lets himself being fussed over with a soft smile. is this how it feels like to have someone worrying about you? to be taken care of and spoiled rotten when you deserve it? too bad his stomach isn’t cooperating right now- the crime scene for that day almost resembled a bloody soup and the mental imagery of it still makes bile rising up his throat. 

so he takes the other’s hands off of his face gently, touch lingering longer than it should to show his gratitude. better for him to be alone than to ruin his savior’s night again. “it’s okay. i’m full.” lowers their hand so it’ll be level with his hands later. “go eat without me. i’ll go take a bath right now.”

this is the most anticipated part of the night; bathing. hot water forcing the knots in his muscle to relax, drowsiness claiming his eyes in no time. for a moment he let himself be swayed by the calming aroma of the bath salts, until something warm drips from his chin to his hand that turns out to be blood. fuck, another nosebleed. maybe he really outdid himself today. kyungsoo thinks as he leaned his head back to the wall, waiting for the hemorrhaging to stop. it doesn’t anyway so kyungsoo decided to use a towel to wipe his blood until it stops. 

it’s almost 10 pm by the time kyungsoo is done bathing. fortunately his towel is large enough to absorb most of the blood. now he’s just hoping the other won’t realize.

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avtjinwoo:

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Warm. That’s the only fitting word Jinwoo can think of to describe how he feels when he’s with Kyungsoo. He doesn’t have many friends, his own fault mostly, his socially awkward tendencies making it difficult, not to mention the lack of control over his power. It terrifies him into keeping a safe distance. Talking to people is easy, he can make polite conversation, play the part of the good neighbour, always helping out when he can, but maintaining friendship? Too complicated. 

It’s almost amusing seeing the two of them together, complete opposites yet still close friends who can rely on one another, to care for. They had become friends in university before Kyungsoo quit, leaving Jinwoo behind. He’s never felt bitter about it, he understood, still does, though it never stopped him from missing the other, loneliness creeping up on him sometimes.  

“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to buy the drinks for once, espresso right?” Jinwoo turns his head in the general direction of where his friend is standing, a genuine smile dawning his soft features. He turns back to the display of treats, eyeing the blueberry muffin. 

“Do you want to share a blueberry muffin with me or are you too good for that?” He stifles a giggle at his teasing remark, his eyes gleaming as he faces Kyungsoo again. It has been too long since they last saw each other and Jinwoo couldn’t be happier. 

today jinwoo is bouncy steps and teethy smiles, the radiance of the sun seeming to follow him around everywhere he goes. kyungsoo likes to think that it’s their meeting; that he’s missing his dear friend just as much as jinwoo misses him too. the world is cruel for separating the two friends but alas, in the end of the day one must adapt in order to survive. 

“you’re more approachable than i am. and that sounds good.” he rests his head on his hand on the table, eyeing the other boy with clear eyes and a soft smile. evident to his statement his smile is reserved only for a select few- sincerity being the reason behind it. hard to keep a genuine smile when you have no reason to. while jinwoo is like the sunshine personified; bright, warm, nourishing... but never overwhelmingly hot. 

it’s one of the many differences they share, yet only brings them closer as friends.

he waits for jinwoo to come with their order, helping the other by taking his coffee when he arrived. usually kyungsoo would add in a packet of sugar but this time work waits for him just around the corner, and losing concentration will only bring more casualties. he tasted more bitter things before.

“so, how’s university? you hanging on?”

on days like this

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                                                It hurts until it doesn’t.                                 You think it’s going to break you, but it won’t. 

                       You may not sleep as well at night, but you will be fine.                                   Numb, but numb and fine are the same

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Soft brown eyes widen, his face filled with concern from the smaller. He refrained from hovering over him, and instead chose to take a few steps leaving a good amount of space in between them. He could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment, his gaze quickly falling to the ground.

Though, it was drawn back towards the male, to be met with what he assumed to be direct eye contact. He stared at the smaller for a moment, listening to every word he spoke carefully. There was something.. so familiar. It takes a moment for Chanyeol to process what he’s seeing, what he’s hearing.. The male had probably zoned out for a couple minutes, but soon as soon as he put two and two together, he matched the other’s smile.

“Kyungsoo!” He exclaims cheerily, his cheeks still having a pink tint to them, though his embarrassment was washed away. It had been so long since he was met with that smile, but nonetheless he was still overjoyed to be in the presence of one of his closest friends. “What are you doing here? How long have you you been in town?” He counters, still in slight disbelief. “Of course I remember you. Aigoo, what kind of question is that?” A very subtle whine in his tone, did Kyungsoo really think he’d forget about him? 

an immense feeling of relief washes over his being- thick fog in his head dispersing and for the first time since forever he’s finally seeing things in its true color instead its usual dulled out filter. chanyeol is taller than the last time he’d seen him. shoulder much broader, baby fats gone and replaced by strong lines and sharp edges. there’s something different in his eyes that kyungsoo couldn’t point out yet.

well, he’s definitely changed.

“i... moved here. after my service.” the memories of his grandparents’ funeral flash in his head and kyungsoo tries not to grimace. picking on the dried wound will only make it bleed again- and perhaps infect it into something more grotesque if one doesn’t take care of it properly. “they transferred me to a facility here and i have been around ever since. couldn’t even go home.” lies. then again it’s not like he can tell chanyeol about his well-being for the past five years.

or can he?

eyes catches one of the plants on the shelf. he’s always been fond of plants more than humans. at least one of them has something going for himself. “chasing after your passion, eh?” smiles; genuine and reminiscent despite the teasing lilt laced around those vocables. “how are you faring? how’s aunt park?”

the courage of stars

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no disguise, no hesitation

the walk home to his apartment is always quiet, muffled by a pair of earbuds playing 80s rock on the highest volume. perhaps a form of plea for help after a crowded ride in the bus--or the last line of defense from the monsters inhabiting his mind for the day. maybe both. as long as his body is still his and not the murderer he interrogated this afternoon, kyungsoo can live with anything.

including a roommate. who coincidentally is also the reason why he wasn’t found dead in a random ditch several months ago. height towering and walls even higher, although easily penetrable by something as simple as homecooked food and a cleaner living space. co-existing doesn’t feel so bad when it’s him. 

the warmth of the heater is the first one to greet his flushed cheeks. he toes off his shoes and puts them on their space on their shoerack, socks left on to ease the sudden change of temperature. the smell of something light follows suit; like summer beaches after winter or a warm bath at night. anticipation, excitement.

earbuds plucked from their place in his ears, rolled into a small bundle that he knows will only get tangled up inside his pocket later on. plastic smile on his face so the exhaustion doesn’t show and ruin their mood for the night. throat cleared for a steady voice instead of sighs.

"i’m back.” 

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cr. lastpiece

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avtchan:

As much as he adored his job, which believe me he really does, Chanyeol was having a tough time staying energized during the slower hours of the day. The usual morning rush was (thankfully) over, which Chanyeol was always eternally grateful for, though he found himself having trouble keeping his eyes open enough to complete the smaller tasks the owners had left for him to do.

 While he wasn’t the only employee at the nursery, he was the only one who bothered to actually do their job, the only other employee excluding himself and the owners’ was their daughter – who’d rather be on her phone than caring for the plants. While this did strike a nerve with the boy, he ultimately chose to ignore this feeling as much as possible, holding any sort of grudge against her would do him no good in the long run. The only major thing he had left to do was check over the smaller house plants, the best sellers of the nursery. 

He swiftly grabs a pen and paper, deciding to keep a headcount on which ones they were running low on. Inventory was always a pain to do, so it was better to start now than later. He starts by the succulents, the various kinds always seemed to amaze him. The small, self-reliant plants came in various shapes and sizes, and with enough love and care can be beautiful plant companions. Though, he always made sure to advise those who took interest in purchasing one that they needed to be watered at least once a week.

Distracted by the sheer beauty of the plants, Chanyeol took little to no notice at all of the customer who happened to be right next to him, investigating the potted cacti. He jumps back slightly as their shoulders collide, cheeks already starting to turn pink due to his usual clumsiness. He glances down at the stranger who he had bumped in to, flashing him a look of concern they staggered. 

“Sir? Are you okay?” 

“don’t touch me.” he immediately snaps, a hand swatting the air where a hand usually is as a reflex. eyes are still plastered on the ground. something familiar tightened itself around his ribs, and kyungsoo doesn’t want to know what caused it. being aware is enough pain to bear.

but then, the voice rings a bell in his head. although much deeper and... emptier, it was still something he can easily recognize anywhere. anytime. something that belongs to someone he dared call a friend.

“chanyeol?” he lifts his gaze towards the other’s face, not straight to his eyes but enough to cast the illusion that he is. “park chanyeol? is that you?”

for once, he could not hold back the excitement in his voice, smile blooming on full-force. “what the hell are you doing in here? how have you been?” how refreshing, a break from all those sarcasm-laced enthusiasm. a brief pause. “wait, do you even remember me?”

the courage of stars

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late in the night

he’s not one to be excited for social outings. if anything the prospect of being trapped among humans with the unending chatters and thoughts tie knots all over his gastric walls. but for this occasion he couldn’t help but to feel anticipation bunching in his chest. his steps lighter and air easier to breathe.

the noise is much more bearable when kyungsoo enters the restaurant, whereas he would’ve found his vision spinning at this very moment has he been in his usual, foul mood. it doesn’t take much for him to find his supposed company for the night and a smile stretches his lips at this. unfailing steps take him towards the table with eyes that shares the same sentiment. 

 “hyung. sorry for being late. did you wait long?”

@avtyixing