chandour

[chandour]

𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒍𝒚 The Debut Album. ( spotify / @cir ) 12 songs, 41 min. You are the sunlight, Return to the me who was like a moth attracted to the flame.

1. Lowlife / Neck Deep  2. This Must Be My Exit / Oso Oso  3. Candour / Neck Deep 4. Daylily ( Title Track ) / Movements 5. Defeatist ( Title B-side ) / Eisley 6. Oversized / Basement 7. Gum / Moose Blood  8. Satellite / Guster  9. Never Meant / American Football 10. I Was King / One Ok Rock 11. For You The Moon / Basement  12. ONION! / One Ok Rock  

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July 16 - A year later ( Head Canon )

    It’s 2:58 PM when he steps foot into his old apartment. What greets him is somewhat surprising, and he’s uncertain how to react at the fact that there is graffiti painted on the walls and that there’s no longer a bed. The amp is also missing and the place is filthy. The land lord had mentioned that his place had been ransacked, but this was not what he was expecting at all. Fortunately, he had taken everything that was important to him back to L.A. like his guitar and notebooks but the reality of it all hits as he takes a seat on the remains of the couch. Chanyeol breathes a sigh, leans back, and covers his face with his hands uttering a small mumble. “It's been a while, Hongdae.”

   Coming back to Hongdae is hard. There’s so much to get down and yet he can still feel L.A. like he feels blood run through his veins. There’s comfort to be found in the sound of people, cars, and other sounds, but everything feels so different now. The whole concept strikes Chanyeol as odd, weren’t all large cities the same? If he just closed his eyes, why doesn’t it feel familiar anymore?

   For a moment, Chanyeol is uncertain of what to do since this apartment was technically no longer his. The only reason he came was to pack whatever he could, but considering everything of value was either taken or destroyed... He shrugs, and begins to throw things away. A few of his things were alright, but as he cleans up his thoughts wander. What had happened to Minseok and did he even still live in the area?

   God, so much had happened within the last eight months. Chanyeol had lost all contact with his friends the minute he landed in L.A for what was supposed to be only a two month trip to visit his dad, but somehow had carried on to eight. And honestly, Chanyeol hadn’t planned to come back after the fourth month and accepted L.A. as home. Standing in the doorway of his old apartment really did feel weird, holding a box of his possessions (mostly cds, and shirts that were still wearable) he can’t help but to wonder where his life will lead him now. Had he changed? Had they all?

   The fridge is the only place he has left to clean and so he begins by removing magnets and tossing away coupons and other notes that were about gigs. There’s even a couple of Polaroids which he tosses into the box. There’s one last sticky note on the fridge which he promptly snatches off and crumbles it into a ball, fully prepared to throw it into the trash like he would a basketball but then something clicks. 

    Chanyeol slowly lowers his hand and uncurls the paper to find that it’s a note from Sehun. The note brings back a fresh box of memories-- cupcakes, mix cds, coldplay so much fucking coldplay even though Sehun didn’t care for the band nearly as much as Chanyeol did. And he smiles from the memories but then it suddenly hurts to think about Sehun and it brings back the real reason he’s back in Seoul and it’s all because of an invite to a wedding... Sehun’s to be exact. 

   Flashback: A month prior. 

 Surprise comes tucked neatly into a pale white envelope between a stack of bills that Chanyeol is busy sorting through before he’s due to go longboarding with a couple of friends. The bills are all addressed to his Father in english, but one is addressed to him.

Chanyeol puts down the stack of letters in his other hand and turns the pale envelope over. His name is written in Korean, which is odd. Usually only his sister sends him an occasional letter, but the handwriting isn’t hers and there isn’t a return address. A warning bell goes off in the back of his mind, he rips open the top then pulls out a card that has the words YOU’RE INVITED TO OUR WEDDING in curly font and like always, curiosity killed the cat so he opens the letter.

    Sehun & Jongin. 

   Chanyeol immediately shuts the card, wasting no time as he stuffs it back inside of its envelope. That was all he needed to know, and he shoves it under the pile of mail that needed to be thrown out later. When he turns, he freezes the minute he realizes that his father is standing in the door frame of the room. He hadn’t heard him come in.

   “It’s all bills.” Chanyeol says in a snappy tone of voice, avoiding looking directly at his father and he pushes past him only pausing to pull on his shoes, ignoring his father’s question about if everything was alright and he brushes it off with a grin. “Everything is ok, dad. I’m just late.”  He says, grabbing his pintail and exits the house.

   The weather is even hotter than usual and the tank top he’s wearing sticks to his skin. Something that moving to L.A. had cured him of was his initial dislike of sleeveless shirts. It’s funny how living in different places can change a person in the span of a few months. Like how in Hongdae, he walked everywhere but in L.A, he now never went anywhere without a longboard tucked under his arm. 

   He enjoys the weather now, the warmth of the sun feels nice and usually as he rode he would feel content, but today even the sun isn’t enough to cure him of the bitter chill he feels as his thoughts stray back to that damn invitation. He stops after getting honked at by car and picks up the board. Choosing to walk and think instead, it was much safer that way. How had Sehun found out where he was? Because he honestly can’t recall a time when he had mentioned his father-- much less the location. 

   “Hey!” his thoughts are cut off by a man who runs up to him, wearing a business suit in this godforsaken heat. Chanyeol can’t help but to pity him and feel slightly suspicious of him at the same time. “I’m not interested in whatever it is that you’re trying to sell.” Chanyeol says, dropping his board on the ground. 

  “Wait! Just hear me out!” The man says, waving his hands back and forth. Chanyeol’s left foot is already positioned on the top of the board but other than that he doesn’t move. 

   “You’re that kid that was playing in the open concert at the park last night!” Suit Guy takes Chanyeol’s intense stare from under his bangs as his cue to continue, “I’m an agent and you’ve got potential. We should talk whenever you have the time.” He holds out a card and Chanyeol takes it, giving suit guy another look before he reads the card.

   A cup of coffee, a signed contract, and several odd music jobs that range from playing bass in the studio for singers to appearing in music videos-- usually just close ups of his hands as he plays the bass, the same as when he plays for bands in the studio only in fancier clothing and sometimes eyeliner-- later. Chanyeol finds himself on a plane back to Seoul. 

   Chanyeol likes to pretend that the real reason he is going back is because a company has expressed interest in his talents but that’s a lie. The real reason was because his father found the wedding invite. For the first time that Chanyeol could remember, his dad casually over dinner at some restaurant gave him a piece of advice that for some reason his mind wouldn’t allow him to immediately disregard. Perhaps it was because it was the first time his father wasn’t trying be controlling, or inform him in a passive aggressive way of how worthless his career choice or he was being. For the first time, he had no reason to fight, only listen.   

   “If you love him, go.”  

   End of flashback: 

   That is the real reason he is here, settling into a new apartment that is much nicer than his old apartment. It’s nowhere near near lavish but it comes with a t.v, a fridge that works, and even a bed (in a separate room) and couch set. Honestly, Chanyeol can’t complain. He had made it clear from day one that he wasn’t exactly interested in moving back to Hongdae but the company had insisted that he stay for at least a month in order to check out their company and if he was interested he would be given a trial period for a year. It was a small company that only had a couple of artists under their label, but his concerns were elsewhere. Sehun’s wedding was in exactly two days, which means he has exactly 48 hours to make a choice. And he is a nervous wreck. 

   Another surprise was the small note that Sehun had tucked inside the same envelope, and Chanyeol had only found out about because his father told him to pack his guitar as well. Mentioning that he was going to play at the reception so he would need it. Another thing to worry about, great. 

   It was one of his life mottos that when in doubt, play Coldplay. For the first time in his life, Coldplay had let him down. Every single Coldplay song he knew wasn’t exactly appropriate to play, not because the lyrics were dirty or anything. The lyrics were perfect, it’s just that he had played those song for Sehun and considered them Their songs. Not Sehun & Jongins. Theirs, as in, Sehun & Chanyeol. Or was it theirs now? It couldn’t still be considered theirs, right? 

   Fuck it. I’ll just write a damn song.

  Chanyeol thinks, pulling the chair to his desk (this apartment even came with a desk. it really did have everything.) scraps harshly against the wooden floor but he doesn’t give it a second thought as he takes a seat. He picks up a pen and stares at his open notebook. Nothing. No words come to mind. He gives up before he even starts so instead he stands, grabs his old acoustic, and takes a seat on the floor in the middle of the hallway that leads to his bedroom instead. He’ll start with a melody. 

   He strums a D note. It doesn’t sound right. He strums a B, fuck that doesn’t work either. A minor? no, B, no, Gm7, NO. He’s tempted to grab his phone and just call Sehun. I’m sorry I can’t come. I can’t do this. I just can’t-- I can’t. God, I’m so sorry I just can’t. You’ll understand someday, please don’t hate me is on the tip of his tongue because it would be so easy to call and cancel or at least confirm he’s not coming. Should I call and cancel? No, you should go. Should I? Is there any point? He falls asleep like that, left hand still positioned at the neck of the acoustic and other draped over it protectively as he goes over if he should or shouldn’t attend his best friend’s wedding. 

   The wedding is in one day. 

The next day he paces around the apartment. What should I wear? Oh that doesn’t matter, all he owns is black skinny jeans anyway, throw a blazer over it and I’d look decent. Sehun won’t mind or would he?. Chanyeol decides he needs a haircut. 

   Back in his apartment, four hours later and hair no longer a bright shade of white that would call attention to him instead of the married couple. With black hair and a fresh trim he feels a little better but now there’s only roughly half the day left to either come up with a song or pick one to practice. Good job Chanyeol, you could have just worn a hat, idiot. 

   Ten hours later, he is lying on the couch upside down, staring at the piano on the opposite side of the room (The company even provided him with a piano, damn.)  Blood rushes to his head and that gives him the idea to listen to Coldplay’s album A Rush Of Blood To The Head. He spends the next hour upside down while mouthing the lyrics to Clocks over and over again. After a bathroom break, he spends the hour after playing the song over and over again on the piano. That’s all great, Chanyeol but there’s not going to be a piano on the beach, idiot. he’s suddenly reminded and he gives up and goes to bed.

   D-Day. Wedding day. 

   Chanyeol shows up to the reception, he had missed the actual wedding part, which he doesn’t mind too much but his fathers words ring through his head. If you love him, go. And so he goes.

   He gives himself a once over before stepping on the beach. Skinny jeans, black blazer, and a white band t-shirt is totally appropriate for a wedding. Shit-- I’m wearing converse-- wait, that’s totally ok because we’re living the hipster era after all. Is it appropriate to smoke at a wedding-- damn it. That’s not hipster that’s just---

   Before he has a chance to even search for the cigarettes, Chanyeol catches sight of the newly wed couple. Jongin, with his keen eyes that never miss a thing spots him and waves him over. Too late to run he thinks as he adjusts the strap of his guitar before walking over to join them. Despite how dry his throat is, he manages fairly well by plastering a large grin onto his face and laughs enthusiastically at their jokes, and even chats lightly with Jongin before its his turn to stand behind the mic and perform.

   “I literally just thought about what I wanted to play 10 minutes before I arrived.” The small group of people laugh, Chanyeol flashes another small smile, “but anyway here’s Wonderwall-- Just kidding. Sehun, I really do hope you’ll like it.” The song itself is very simple but combined with the sound of waves it ends up sounding very nice. After he finishes strumming the last few chords of the song, he opens his eyes and looks directly at Sehun. 

    Sehun’s eyes are on Jongin, and the two whisper something to each other as they clap with the crowd as Chanyeol gets down from the platform.

  There’s a small fire burning on the edge of reception area, Chanyeol stares at the flames for the longest time before he takes a letter from a pocket of his blazer. His eyes return to the flames. He can’t stop thinking of how happy Sehun looks tonight-- it’s probably the happiest he has ever seen him. The sudden realization that he could never give Sehun that-- that sense of happiness hits him hard but it’s the only confirmation he needs and so he does what he should have done minutes after composing and writing the letter. He tosses it into the fire, watching as the flames quickly eat up his own messy handwriting that covered the pages in confessions, pleas, every cliche thing he can think of, turn to ashes and smoke. His heart feels both heavy and lighter at the same time.

    Sehun joins him a few minutes later, it’s the first time they’re alone that evening. Happiness looks good on Sehun Chanyoel thinks, sipping on champagne. Sehun takes a seat next to him. They sit like that for a while until Sehun breaks the silence by asking where the hell has he been. 

   He’s hesitant to speak at first, tempted to tell him that he’s been nowhere and everywhere at the same time and leave out important details like his Father actually needed him for once because Yoora was too busy or that he’s starting to move forward in life. He’s at the edge of actually getting somewhere with his music-- it was so close he could almost taste it. He considers being vague as usual, but for some reason he can’t find it in his heart to be. And so they talk, for what feels like hours. They talk about everything but the letter.

   “Jongin better make you happy.” He says sternly, over his third glass of champagne, “because if he doesn’t I’ll....I...” He begins to stutter, pausing a little too long and he covers the awkwardness by downing the last of his drink, “What I mean to say is that I’m really happy for you, Sehun.” He’s surprised by how much he means it even though those words exclude him from the picture of being part of Sehun’s future. “I really am.” 

   After Sehun leaves him to rejoin Jongin, Chanyeol spends the rest of the party surrounded in a comfortable silence, breaking it occasionally to have a friendly chat with a few mutual old friends and answers their questions without really answering because right now, he’s still uncertain of the future. At the end of the night when its time to leave he takes one last glance at the married couple. 

    “Now’s your last chance to tell him.” Minseok says, appearing suddenly, resting his arm over Chanyeol’s shoulder. Old habits really do die hard, don’t they?

   Chanyeol considers it but then shakes his head, “No. It’s too late. I couldn’t do that to him, or Jongin. Besides... I could never give him what he has now.” 

   Minseok only nods and then gives a weird one arm hug that’s more of squeeze before leaving. Chanyeol turns away and follows after him. If you love him, go. But Chanyeol... let him go. 

[chandour]

người ấy ♫♪ | music bank in hanoi, vietnam

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Bombay Bicycle Club // Lights Out, Words Gone

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                              Constantly a timid person,                               keeping everything bottled inside.

                       ❝Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.❞                                                                      —Mark Twain

                                                             ( general / literate / sfw )

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chanyeol’s passionate rap in promise

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"I honestly don't know what those are so i'm just going to..." Thankful for the handy dandy piece of urban technology located in his back pocket Chanyeol takes out his phone and begins searching the instruments on the internet via a quick google search. "Now I know Wikipedia isn't the always reliable, but how interesting." He scrolls through the page, genuinely interested. "What made you decide on such traditional form of music?"

"Flower arrangement?" Chanyeol looks up from the information on his phone and stares at the other shocked, "now that's an interesting hobby..." He tilts his head to the side and laughs softly, "I bet you make a lot of money on holidays and weddings. You really are full of surprises, I didn't even know you had siblings."

Chanyeol nods his head and a small chuckles escapes his lips. "I kinda did expect you to be trained in some type of martial arts or say that you play pool on the weekends or even golf." Rubbing the back of his neck nervously he smiles, "but it looks like I pegged you all wrong-- and crap, weren't we supposed to be baking cookies? And you mentioned something about tea before you left."

"The instruments I play are considered old and for fuddy duddies by most of the people I’ve come across here.  I’m somewhat versed in the Pipa, but mainly the Erhu and Flute kind of make me go crazy.  Which is odd considering the Erhu and Pipa are both string instruments.  I’m more on the um, artistic side, not the musical side of things."

Anthem smiles as he takes a seat.  ”Would you believe I’m very well versed in the art of flower arrangement?  Probably not just by looking at me.  But, my grandmother wanted us to learn, and not everyone wanted to.  So I took it up along with my baby sister, Mint.”

The memories are fond and he allows them to sweep his mind a few more moments before catching himself and clearing his throat. “It’s hilarious when people ask what I’m skilled in and I let them know.  They half expect me to tell them I’m a master in some sort of martial arts, and while I can handle myself, I’d much rather just set up a pretty display.”

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"You look cold. Here, take my scarf."

“It is a little chilly, but you don’t have to give up your scarf for me.” His actions betray his words as he reaches for the scarf, teeth chattering together as he speaks. “I should have worn more than a heavy sweater when it’s snowing like this so thank you.”

Chanyeol wraps the scarf around his neck and sighs happily from the warmth, “And what is this thing made out of? I am totally keeping this— hope it wasn’t too expensive.” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and grins. “And remind me again why we’re out in this horrible weather instead of at home sipping that vanilla tea you’re so fond of?” 

[chandour]

"Of course I missed you. I missed you so much I counted every second since you've been gone." his fingers still on the strings, "which now that I think about it-- wasn't long at all. Did you run?"

"Really, I thought you knew..." The two haven't known each other long, but he's still surprised. "When my family moved to LA when I was 5? My parents thought the transition would be easier if my sister and I did after school activities. Piano was the first instrument and then guitar." Realizing he hasn't answered Anthem's question Chanyeol adds, "So I've been playing for about 14 years."

Chanyeol stands. Feeling slightly embarrassed about talking so much about himself, he leans the bass against the chair. "Do you play anything, Anthem?"

"I’m back!" Anthem announces his return loudly, tripping only once as he materializes back right outside his friend’s door.  "Did you miss me? Probably not because you knew I would return, but I understand it’s quite common to ask if a person is missed while they’re gone for a short period of time. So, did you miss me?"

Slowly but surely, he’s starting to loosen up and settle into the society to which he’s found himself left in.  Clearly, Anthem still has quite a ways to go until he truly fits in, but with each new friend he makes, he learns a little bit more.  With each conversation or with each visit, he becomes better acclimated to what is acceptable and what isn’t.

The sound of music hits his ears and he stops in the walkway, admiring Chanyeol’s skill. “I was unaware that you played an instrument.  How long have you been playing?”

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Chanyeol tilts his head to the side slightly. Have I just been dismissed? He wonders before turning away and strolling over to the counter. He takes his time to look over rows of sweets, before ordering what Sehun had suggested. "I'd like to order a chocolate croissant, please." He pays for the treat as he listens and waits, the cashier makes small talk with him as she wraps his order neatly in a fold of paper. He thanks her and then returns to the table.

Unsure of if he should stay and eat or if he should leave early for work, Chanyeol stands quietly beside the chair. He still has another hour or so until his class started. And Besides, it was a little too late to start feeling awkward and shy he reasons mentally, trying to shake feelings of uncertainty and make himself sit down. He doesn't.

"I don't mean to sound nosy but-- are you a student? I mean, obviously you are so i guess a better question would be what are you majoring in?" He knows that despite his apology he is being nosy but curiosity has gotten the better of him once again. Plus instigating conversation would give him an excuse to have a seat without having to directly ask, or at least kill some time before he has to leave.

“Were they?” He tried to make it sound as if he were interested, but truthfully, he could see why they were trying to get rid of it—it wasn’t the best. It wasn’t that he was too cultured on coffee in the first place, especially since Sehun detested it. Attempting a second drink, he nodded at the other male and gave him a weak smile, though it slipped as soon as the stranger turned away and he placed the cup back on the table so he could doctor it. He reached for a packet of sugar and tore it open, ready to dump the contents into the coffee.

It was then that the other male turned around and he stared at the hand in front of him. Within five seconds of that, the sugar packet that he tore open tore completely in half, and the sugar missed most of the cup, with only half of the sugar making it into the coffee. “Oh…” Glancing between the man he now knew was Chanyeol and the sugar on the table, he reached over a hand nervously to shake it. “Sehun.” Nothing more needed to be said, and so he retracted his hand quickly.

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"I'm not ill, Anthem. I just haven't found one to suit my tastes and--" He raises his eyebrows as the other puts his hand on his forehead, "They're either too sweet or too bitter."

He doesn't argue and simply nods, "I wasn't aware that they even made vanilla tea..." Chanyeol says, but his words are unheard as the other exits the apartment in record speed. He shakes head and laughs lightly. That Anthem sure is an interesting character.

He contemplates on if he should tidy up, he shrugs. Why clean if we're going to dirty it up again, right? He leaves the kitchen as it is and walks into the living room.

Chanyeol plugs in the amp to his bass guitar, grabs the instrument, and then sits down on an ottoman chair that has seen better days. He swings his legs over the armrests, and tries to settle himself into a comfortable position which proves slightly difficult while holding the bass. The chair gives a loud squeak of protest. I really should buy another, but he shrugs away this thought and begins to play as he waits for Anthem to return.

It’s as if he’s been shot.  No tea? No…tea? NO TEA? “Chanyeol, I… how…”

Anthem rushes over to the other, placing the back of his hand to Chanyeol’s forehead. “I’ll forgive you, I promise, but I just needed to make sure you weren’t ill.  I will have to teach you the wonders of tea. Do you.. just not like any tea or have you just always found yourself being offered bitter ones?”

He accepts the box, setting it back down on the counter.  ”Leave that here for now, let me run to the store and I’ll come back with some vanilla tea.  We’ll see if you like the flavor of that.  But yes, let me run and get what’s on our list.  Wait patiently, I’ll return quickly. No need for the cab, I walk fast.”

Once out of his friends eyesight and outside, Anthem begins to glance about, making sure no one can see him.  It isn’t that he walks fast, it’s that he tends to teleport himself if there’s no one around to witness it.  He’ll be back in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.

[chandour]

Chanyeol returns the grin and nods, feeling extremely curious as to what the other would ask since he had observed him when he first walked into the shop. This customer, unlike many other customers before him (who were more  interested in the vintage aspect being inside a record shop than they were music) seemed to be-- dare he say it? Excited. A person who knew what he was looking for and also appreciated what treasures could be found within the walls of the record shop, uncaring if they were new or old. All of which is viewed as very good qualities in the eyes of Chanyeol. At least, this is what he thinks so far of the other male, but he could be horribly wrong.

"Ah, yes i work here," He says, sticking a discount price tag onto a CD. He puts the CD into a small basket of other discount items, before putting everything in the cabinet located underneath the counter. He'll put everything away after their conversation. "Ask away, I'm all ears."

► @chanxyl

—Walking into a record store without a damn clue of what you’re looking for is by far one of Jongdae’s favorite past times. You never know what you could find, whether it be a diamond in the rough or just something rough. If it were up to him, he’d wander the isles going through every CD, tape, and vinyl that looked appealing and even those that didn’t but closing times would prevent that.

—This was the first time he’d been in a record store since he moved to Korea. Excitement flowed through him as he walked across the floor, having a certain bounce to his step. His eyes skimmed over the titles and examined the artwork of the albums that were laid across until his eyes met those of an employee’s. He greeted the taller man with a warm grin and he saw this as an opportunity to maybe make a friend. “Hey! You work here, right? May I ask you something?”

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London Grammar - Hey Now

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"Hey don't- DON'T LAUGH." He stares up at her (for the first time that evening) and frowns. "What if i injured my tailbone, huh? And our little lesson ends up with me in the hospital-- and it's time to change the subject." He grabs her hand and pulls himself up with a grunt, careful to balance himself just right before he lets her go again.

"No that wasn't part of the lesson." He tries his best to keep a stern face but he can't hold back the large bout of laughter that has been building up since he had fallen. The two stand perfectly still on the ice both trying their best to regain a sense of composure and stop giggling, taking more than a couple of minutes to do so. So much for being the grand teacher.

Chanyeol sighs content with himself, his butt no longer hurts but for some reason he's still not ready to give up his precious title just yet. He watches as a line of children pass by them, each holding onto the coat of person in front of them. The front of the line was a grown up who skated slowly forward and this gave Chanyeol an idea. He's unsure of how to go about suggesting it and so he cuts to the chase.

"Hold onto my coat." He says to Catarina, facing away from her and slowly begins to skate forward, wobbling slightly as he does so.

      Catarina watched with intent, though he let go of her grip on him she was still clinging for her life near the railings as he watched him balance before she let’s go of her hold entirely with a bit of wobble with the slippery ice underneath her skates before finding her balance, “I’m doing it!” Though she was tall she still needed to look up to catch Chanyeol, standing before her with a relaxed expression, before he instructed her of what to do next.

      She could only make a face as he continued to tease her but soon her mouth hanged open, eyebrows furrowed as the tall lanky boy before her slipped and fell on his butt flat on the ice. She was already holding on to the railing before she herself meet the same fate as her friend. They were both staring at each other, Catarina was unsure what to say or do and she was guessing Chanyeol is the same. But soon enough, she couldn’t help the grin that broke into her stupor that turned into fits of giggles.

      “Chanyeol-ah! Are you alright?” she asked but was busy to giggling at his state before finally extending her hand to help him out. "Is that part of the lesson too? I’ll be sure not to do that." He looked so lost and the tinge of pink hinting his ears and cheeks caused her to laugh even more, 

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"I can provide fare for a taxi," Chanyeol says, "I don't think the bus even runs this late and it's awfully cold out there to walk on foot." He folds the grocery list in half before he presses it into the palm of Anthem's hand.

"I didn't put tea on the list. Honestly, i don't drink tea very often, but I think i still have instant Apple Cider." Chanyeol looks around the kitchen until he spots the small box of cider sitting behind an old canister filled with ground coffee beans.

"My sister loves this stuff. Is this enough for you?" He asks, after pulling the box from its place and brushes off the dust that has collected on the sides. Chanyeol also notices that the expiration date is only a day or two away, but he shrugs and offers the box to Anthem anyway. "You can keep it if you want."

Anthem nods as he listens to Chanyeol, but waves off the offer of money.  ”No I’ve got more than enough.  I’m apparently very good at saving money when need be.  Since I’ve already done my winter clothes shopping, I’m good to go. You just make me the list and I’ll run to the store, and I do mean run, because I’m still not comfortable taking the bus anywhere.”

It’s a sad thing to admit, but Anthem just cannot bring himself to ride in the giant automobile.  There’s something incredibly claustrophobic about them, and he’s not ashamed of his fear, but he does find it a little sad. “It will only take me about 15-20 minutes extra if I make the trek on foot.  Maybe I should learn to ride one of those bicycle things.”

He waits patiently for the list, holding his hand out to take it when it seems that Chanyeol has finished.  ”Is there tea on this list though? Because I didn’t see any here in the kitchen.  What kind of kitchen doesn’t have tea?  I’m shocked an appalled.”