#ft: chanyeol

[happykjd]

[lq-pcy]

☀️🌴🐬🌊🏖

[cannot-be-cyn]

this is the summary for the orv fic i am trying to write… huhuhu

[ohsenhun]

SEHUN & CHANYEOL 'Cream Soda' Dance Practice

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @seolinah

“in  a  quiet  bar  in  hannamdong.”  they  probably  didn’t  expect  to  be  seen,  but  jieun  happened  to  meet  her  old  friend  there  and  the  rest  ensued.  her  thumb  anxiously  presses  over  her  knuckles  of  her  other  hand  as  her  gaze  tries  to  gauge  his  reaction.  this  is  probably  the  last  thing  he  expects  from  a  meeting  that’s  meant  for  planning  the  coming  wedding,  but  jieun  cannot  keep  her  mouth  shut  without  being  eaten  alive  by  guilt.  she  doesn’t  know  what  kind  of  response  she  expects,  but  he  is  strangely  calm  about  it…  perhaps  he  is  still  in  a  shock.  it  makes  sense  —  she  wouldn’t  know  what  to  believe  if  she  was  in  his  place  either.  “you  would  do  the  same  for  me.”  or  at  least  she  really,  really  hopes  so,  or  she  would  have  to  reconsider  the  entire  friendship.  “no,  they  didn’t.”  she  made  sure  to  stay  as  low  as  possible,  despite  her  curious  glances  here  and  there.  judging  from  how  much  the  pair  didn’t  stop  the  not-so-subtle  displays  of  affection,  jieun  was  certain  that  her  presence  was  unnoticed.  she  holds  her  breath,  giving  him  the  needed  time  to  process  the  information  while  quietly  sliding  over  a  box  of  tissue.  

[commajade]

omg i'm so surprisingly pleased to see sehun rn

[5threquiem]

when one king falls, another will rise in his place. in such a time, there will be many who will vie to sit on the throne, but of them, only one will be god’s chosen. to this heir, you will find the lord’s discernment. through his divine wisdom, the new king will rise, and by this same token, he will exercise his power, that which submits to the lord’s will.

the kim patriarch is soon to pass and here, it sparks the battle for the throne. kim seunghan, the diligent son who had stayed by his father’s side, through sickness and health. kim yul, the prodigal son whose return prompts a celebration and a slaughtered calf. of which is god’s chosen?

the distinction is found in the lord’s discernment. here is a dance of smoke and mirrors, and in this masquerade, there is no telling which is which. yet, see how a masked guest walks by the knight and it begs him to stop in his tracks. this is a party for businessmen, and though sowon had clued him in on her suspicions for the night, there is no evidence quite so convincing as the attendance of the man he suspects this guest to be.

so he tails. past the crowd, into the clearing, and eventually they arrive in a darker, more private corner of the room. seunghan stretches his hand out and yanks at the latter’s shoulder, gaze searching for recognition from beneath his brow. the man is masked, still, but suppose the fact matters little against the lord’s divine wisdom. seunghan pulls his hand back, as though scalded, and he spits a damning, “you.” it was him — jung chanyeol. teeth gritted, features curling in revulsion, “how the fuck did you sneak in here?”

SONS OF SOLOMON ft. kim seunghan & @ciiielos's jung chanyeol

[multifanhoe99]

Here is the masterlist so that you can find all the kinky good stuff in one spot!

Day 1- Thigh Riding w/ Jungkook

Day 2- Biting w/ Chanyeol ft. Baekhyun and Sehun

Day 3- Lingerie w/ JayB

Day 4- Masturbation w/ Hyunjae

Day 5- Edging w/ Wooyoung

Day 6- Dirty Talk w/ Jiung

Day 7- Mirror Sex w/ Sunwoo

Day 8- Cockwarming w/ Jaehyun

Day 9- Praise kink w/ Bobby

Day 10- Public Sex w/ San

Day 11- Knife Play w/ Jihoon

Day 12- Threesome w/ Zuho and Hwiyoung

Day 13- Religious Play w/ Hyunjin

Day 14- Succubus/Incubus w/ Yeonjun

Day 15- Vampire w/ Yuta

Day 16- Toys w/ Sunghoon

Day 17- Camgirl/boy w/ Soobin

Day 18- Voice Kink w/ Felix

Day 19- Somnophilia w/ Hyunsuk

Day 20- Size Kink w/ Yunho

Day 21- Breeding w/ Keeho

Day 22- Overstimulation w/ Kard

Day 23- Phone Sex w/ Key

Day 24- Wax Play w/ The8

Day 25- Car Sex w/ Juyeon

Day 26- Drunk/ High sex w/ I.M

Day 27- Body Mods w/ Ten and Taeyong

Day 28- Caught or Almost w/ I.N

Day 29- Hypnosis/ Mind Control w/ Kino

Day 30- Fucking Machine w/ Namjoon

Day 31- Sex Pollen/ Aphrodisiac w/ Jay

[anonymousicecream]

A Night in Jakarta (Seulgi x M Reader)

BxG

Fluff

(Y/n's POV)

A tough week. That's a way to sum up how my life has been going on. You almost missed your flight to Jakarta for SM Town 2023, and being one of the headliners for the show as a member of EXO as well as doing a special stage with Seulgi from Red Velvet, you could be in deep shit if you actually missed my flight to Jakarta.

You arrived in Jakarta 24 hours ago, and it's now just 4 hours before the concert actually began, so soundchecks are what we currently do. You immediately went to the stage after RIIZE finished their soundcheck. You did the rituals you usually do before concerts and it didn't take long before you finished. As you walked off stage, you accidentally bumped to someone.

"Sorry Seulgi ahh."

You said to Seulgi.

"It's okay oppa. I hope we can do well for our stage later." She replied.

"I hope so too." You said, before leaving to return to your dressing room.

Afterwards, you went to your dressing room to start dressing up for the show, doing your hair and having mild make up before taking some small snacks, eating them as you wear your outfit. Not long after, you heard a knock from outside.

"Come in." You instructed, and saw Seulgi walk into your dressing room.

"Seulgi yah, what do you need?" You ask her softly, while still munching your sandwich.

"I feel nervous for the show later. What do you usually do oppa?" Seulgi asks, while holding a fan on her left hand.

"I usually eat, but besides that, I also sleep. It helps me ignore things." You replied.

Not long after, she left the room to go back to her room, waiting for the time for you two to perform.

(Timeskip)

You finished dressing and it's your turn to perform. You walk to the backstage, and was greeted by Seulgi, who was already wearing her outfit for the stage.

"Seulgi ah, you look..... beautiful." You said, admiring her beauty. You saw her blush as she takes in the compliment and starts to act more nervous. "Ah is that so? Thanks oppa, you don't look too bad yourself." She replied, complimenting you.

(Song is Stay with Me by Punch ft Chanyeol)

You two did high-fives before she went out first as the song started. She sang the first chorus before you entered the stage, singing the verse.

Not long after, the song ended, and the you left the stage on your own as she continued with her group performance. You continued watching her group performance from your dressing room and after they finished, you walked to their dressing room, waiting for them in front of the waiting room. You knocked at their door, and was greeted by their maknae.

"Oh, Hello y/n oppa! Is there anything I can do to help you?" Yeri asked yourself. "Hi Yerim-ah, is Seulgi-ssi available?" You asked Yeri. "Oh she is, let me call her,' Yeri said, before looking behind the door and shouted 'Seulgi-unnie, y/n oppa is here to see you!"

Not long after, Seulgi went out of the room, greeting you. "So oppa, what is it?" Seulgi asked you. "So, it's still quite early, and if you're not too tired, do you maybe wanna go on a walk together?" You ask her, hoping for a positive response. "Oh, of course oppa! It'll be nice, hold on, let me change clothes and inform our manager." Seulgi replied and I nodded as she re-entered her room.

After around 10 minutes, Seulgi exited the room and walked towards me. "Kaja oppa!" She said, grabbing my hand as I followed her guide.

[aqupisrecs]

[ ● FIC REC ] FILE NAME : CHANYEOL / PARK CHAN-YEOL

CONTENTS : M - Mature, ✰ - Favorites, ⚘ - Fluff, ♧ - Angst

⠀⠀⠀⠀//coming soon...

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Status Quo > </ ✰ M ♧ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀The Doctor Will See You Now > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Sunflower > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Not Shy of a Spark > </ ✰ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀I Want You to Stay With Me > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Let Me Crash Here For A Moment > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Thigh Riding > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Perfect Lines > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Drunk Scenario > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Secret Admirer!Chanyeol > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Dom!Yeol > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Neighbor!Chanyeol > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀10:18 ft. Chen > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀1:27 AM > </ ✰ ⚘ >

Updated [ 2023 - June - 9 ]

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[happykjd]

221224 smtown instagram update

[proudahgase-exol]

Loving you is all I know.

Chanyeol x reader ft exo (angst)

Warning: cussing, mentioning of alcohol and cigarettes use.

Summary: you have a on/off relationship with Chanyeol It has been going on for four years now but this time it’s different you can’t take it anymore so you tell him how you really feel

Ps: if you like my work please like and reblog and comment if you like to 💞

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Y/n pov:

It happened again he ended the relationship he claimed that he was too busy to be with me but I wasn’t stupid I knew what he was up to by the many Instagram posts he would publish with another girl at clubs.

It sucked, to be honest, it hurt me so much especially since I’m his group assistant I was in charge of getting the boys from point A to point B I had to make sure they were always in time for everything so I pretty much had to see him every single day.

Now you might be asking why I always take him back and well that’s because I love him I've been in love with him since he debuted and there’s no other man like him i don’t want another man I wish I could stop loving him but loving him is all I know.

A few weeks ago he broke up with me for what feels like the million time it’s sad especially since his members pity me they give me This sad smile or when he is in the room with a new girl the boys try to make sure I’m okay.

Today I saw him again with of his many girls I can’t understand how it’s so easy for him to just throw me out like I’m garbage and even easier to come to look for me when he can’t find a new fuck toy it brakes my heart but I’m so fucking stupid that I keep letting him hurt me.

I was so sick of seeing him like that cline I was nothing like I was never part of his life when I went home I took a long bath with a bottle of wine trying to drink my pain away trying to forget his handsome face.

When I got out of the bath I got changed and walked to the back yard and sat down looking at the sky then I lit a cigarette I was never the girl that drank and smoked but after the third time of the many times Chanyeol broke up with me I try to find a way out a way to forget him and alcohol and cigarettes did the trick and every time we got back together I did stop.

As the days passed the guys started to notice a change in me I thought I had been hiding my alcohol and cigarette problem well but Kyungsoo found out he was gained to question me than the rest of the guys heard all the commotion and also started to question me luckily chanyeol still haven’t gotten here.

“Hey, have you been drinking?” Asked Kyungsoo

“N no,” I said turning away

“Yes you have I can tell and you also stink like cigarettes y/n wtf why would you do that,” he said racing his voice

“I haven’t now cat you stop,” I said turning back to face him

“Hey, what’s going on why are you guys yelling?” Junmyeon asks walking over to us

“She’s been drinking and smoking and don’t try to deny it I know what a hangover looks like and I can also tell what cigarettes smell like,” Kyungsoo said with disappointment

“Is that true? Y/n why would you do that” Minseok walking over to my side

“Don’t worry about me go get your stuff so I can tell you home” I said trying to change the subject

“Hey I know it’s about Chanyeol Hyung but don’t ruin your life like that for him trust me we hate him for what he’s been acting,” Sehun said walking up to me and hugging me

“I will get over this eventually but if this is the way it’s helping me then so let me it’s my life, not yours,” I said pushing Sehun away from me

“Hey what’s up guys what did I miss,” Chanyeol said walking into the dance practice room

“I’ll way for you outside by the car,” I said walking away as I took a brand new pack of cigarettes out of my jacket

As I was walking out the door I saw Chanyeol walking behind me but was stopped by Baekhyun and Jongin

Chanyeol pov:

I watched as y/n walked out of the dance practice room and I also saw her taking out a pack of cigarettes I turned around and asked the guys about y/n

“Hey, how long have a y/n been smoking?” I asked them

“A long time why,” Kyungsoo said

“Why didn’t you guys tell me,” I said getting mad

“You don’t care about her so what’s the point of telling you we didn’t tell her anything because we thought it wasn’t hers since she was not the type of girl to get drunk and smoke,” Baekhyun said

“I do care about her who told you I don’t,” I said getting defensive

“Dude if you did you wouldn’t have brake up multiple times you would respect her and treated her like you love her but you don’t,” Sehun said annoyed

“I know it’s none of our business but why do you keep breaking up if you're gonna end up going back to her?” Junmyeon asked

“I- I don’t know at first it was because I thought she should be with someone better but then I just liked messing around with other girls then realized that I love y/n then I went back to her but now I don’t know anymore,” I said looking at the floor

“Well either you fix your shit or you will only end up losing her for good,” Jongin said walking out of the room

I saw the way the guys walk away not looking back at me I knew they cared for Y/n I know they are siding with her because the truth is I’m the asshole I don’t know what I keep on doing this I truly love her I just got so used to this routine and didn’t saw that not only was I hurting her but also my friends and I need to fix it if I still can.

When I walked out of the building the guys were already in the car so I got in but Y/n was nowhere to be seen nor was Minseok so I asked Jongdae who was next to me and Minseok had taken Y/n out for drinks I don’t know if she drink too.

She used to be this sweet shy girl who wouldn’t drink nor smoke every time I drank she would take care of me and tell me I shouldn’t drink that much now she’s different she’s not the y/n I knew and I know I was the one who made her this way.

When we got home I was pulled to the side by Junmyeon who started to yell at me he was angry so we were there with other guys and all I could think about was if y/n was okay.

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Junmyeon asked

“Sorry what did you say,” I said looking at him

“I ask if it made you feel good walking around with a different girl every week right in front of y/n do you like the way she looks at you or does it satisfy you knowing that the girl cries every day?” He asked looking at me with so much anger

“No, I didn’t know I was hurting her like that I-“ I didn’t know what else to say

“You unbelievable Chanyeol that girl is broken she’s so far gone and I know for a fact that the old y/n will never return” I saw walking past me and pushing me with his shoulder

I was so fucked I knew the boys love her she’s been with us since the beginning they care for her like family and it scares me that I’m the one who messed this up I’m the one that hurt her and I hate myself for that but I’ll try to fix it I’ll try to apologize hopefully I could do it get her back for good

Y/n pov:

After I walked out of the building I lit up my cigarette I was trying to hide my tears but I just couldn’t it hurt so much to see him so happy I felt like I was disposable like I didn’t matter to him that how he’s making me feel

As k wiped my tears I heard someone running up to me and saw that it was Minseok when he got close he took my cigar off me and turned it out then hugged me

“Hey it’s okay to feel sad you can cry don’t hold your feelings back I’m here if you ever need to talk I’m always here you know you can call me if you want a drinking buddy just call me and be like oppa telsngo for a drink and I’ll happily join you,” he said as he hugged me and kissed the top of my head

“But you get busy and tired and I don’t want to bother you,” I said wiping my tears

“It’s okay I don’t mind being tired and if I’m busy I know Sehun will love to drink with you we both know he can’t say no to a few drinks,” he said joking

“Yeah you're right but still you guys get busy and I know you get tired at the end of the day,” I said looking at him

“Don’t worry it’s alright now let’s go I know this place where they make the best good and have good alcohol what do you say? Let’s forget about everything for a while?” I asked me

“Sure let’s go but who’s taking the guys home?” I asked worried

“It’s okay I told someone that you were feeling bad and that I had to take you home so they sent someone to take the guys home now let’s go,” he said pulling me by the arm

When we were At the restaurant, we ordered our food and drink we chatted and then he asked if I wanted to talk about Chanyeol so I did I told him everything from the first time we broke up till now it hard to say it but it feels good to have told some about it than I changed the topic not wanting to talk about Chanyeol anymore so we talk about the boys and Minseok’s new girlfriend.

After a few more drinks and crying over the past Minseok took me home with the help of one of my friends when I woke up the next day my head was hurting so I got up and went to the bathroom I got cleaned up and went to the kitchen for breakfast I took my time eating than my way to get change so I can go to the boys since today they had a group meeting for their new comeback.

When I got to the building the boys were already in the lobby wetting for me and when I got close I saw Chanyeol making his way to me but a guy stopped by Baekhyun Then Junmyeon walked up to me and told me where the meeting was gonna be so we made our way there.

The whole time chanyeol kept looking at me like he wanted to tell me something but I ignored him I looked away and tried not to make eye contact with him.

After the meeting was over the boys went to their dance practice and i went to have another meeting with the managers and stuff. After it was done I went to check on the guys to see if they needed anything they told me they were all good so I walked away and on my way out the door chanyeol ran up to me and asked if we could meet up at his place to talk he said he will be quick so I agreed curiously.

After a long day of work, I went to the guys again to ask them if I was taking them or if they were gonna do something else. They said they were going out for dinner and then for some drinks so to not worry I left and my way to Chanyeol’s place.

When we arrived chanyeol was pulling up as well I waited for him in the lobby of his apartments while he parked the car. After a while he walk in the lobby and told me to follow him as we walk into the elevator we just stood there in an awkward silence until we arrived to his floor that was on the 10th floor.

When we got to the apartment he told me to make myself at home and I just scuffed but walked and took a seat on his couch a few seconds after I sat down Zzar came running from somewhere in another room and ran to Chanyeol but then turned around and run to me she jumped on the couch.

“Oh hey zzar you still remember me your such a good girl,” I said petting her

“Wow seems like she still remembers you but how can she forget the person who walked her every day and gave her delicious treats” Chanyeol said walking out to us

“So let’s cut the bullshit and get straight to the point what do you want to talk about,” I said not wanting to be here anymore

“Oh yeah umm I wanted to apologize for everything I have cussed you for all the pain I have given you I know our relationship was on/off and I also know how much I hurt you by bringing all this girl around,” he said looking down at his shoes

“Chanyeol you broke my heart no move but multiple times an apology won’t fix all the hurt you did to me,” I said getting angry

“I know I’m sorry for all the hurt I'm really sorry I wish I could fix everything I wish I could go back and not have done what I did I wish we were still together,” he said crying

“Answer me with honesty…… why did you do it in the first place? Was I a bad girlfriend? Was I bad at sex did I not satisfy you enough? Was I not pretty enough or smart? Is it my lack of experience what do all of those girls have that I don’t why do they get to go home with you and why do I get to go home and cry myself to sleep thinking I was the perfect girlfriend” I said crying

“Have you been blaming yourself all this time? Did you think every time we broke up was your fault?” He asked whipping his tears that were still falling

“Yes, every single time I thought it was me I still think so…. Is it my fault” I asked in a quiet voice

“Oh god no baby it’s never Ben your fault no once it’s always been mine I've been so greedy I thought of myself and not one of you or your feelings I know it was a dick move on my part at first I thought I would be happier in a new relationship but after a few days I regret it than I come crowing back to you and for some reason, you always took me back so I did it again until it became a habit than I saw Minseok hyung with his girlfriend and I remember you I remember how that used to be us but I had to mess it up,” he said sobbing

“Why did you do it you regret it why didn’t you stop when you felt regret why did you keep doing it” I asked confused

“Because I’m so stupid because I thought you would always take me back after breaking you but then someone told me that at some point you will get tired that you will relies on that you deserve better so I had to stop it”

“Y/n why do you keep taking me back every single time I break your heart I hurt you and yet you still receive me with open arms why,” he asked looking at me

“Because after so long of knowing you of loving you…. You kind of become my everything how loving you is all I know that’s why I always take you back” I said smiling

“Why Cigarettes why alcohol that not you at all why fuck I fucked up so bad,” he said crying harder this time

“Cigarettes and alcohol were my way of forgetting about you for a while it was like my escape from reality it made me feel numb,” I said smiling sadly

“This time I promise you I will be better I will be honest I will be the perfect boyfriend I will treat you like you deserve to be treated,” I said moving closer to me and holding my hand

“Look chanyeol I don’t think I can do this anymore I can’t trust you I can let myself fall for your lies once again I don’t think I can go through this all over again in hurt I’m tired of this cycle

I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love me like I love them” I said placing his dog on the couch and getting up

“Please I promise I will be better I will be the man you need and deserve please give me a chance I will be better this time I promise,” he said staying up as well

“I think you need to look for help because what you have been doing isn’t right take time off dating and messing around fix yourself,” I said looking up at him.

“If I do all that will you take me back will you give me a chance?” He begged

“I don’t know I need time to heal for all this I need time for myself I don’t want to give you hope because you did hurt me pretty badly,” I said looking away from his kicked puppy eyes

“I love you more than you think I do and I regret everything I have down I will do everything to fix everything I will fight for you I will make you fall in love with me it will be like a new start like getting to know each other for the first time hopefully I can make you fall in love with me once again and when I succeeded I will make sure to treat you like a queen to be the loyal boyfriend I should have been in the beginning I promise you that if it’s the last thing I do” he said hugging me tight

“Yeol I said it once before and I’ll say it again I love you and loving you is all I know but don’t push your luck and hope I know you are a good guy but I need healing and sometimes it might take years or forever I might move on from you.” I said giving him a sad smile

“Will you still work with us I will still get to see you right?” H eased hopeful

“This is my last week I will work for NCT there are a lot of boys that need my assistance you might see me around the building but I don’t guarantee that you will,” I said looking at him

“Oh I- “ I try to say something but stay silent

“Well, I have to go now I have a lot to prepare I won’t see you for the rest of the week I hope you have a good life and I hope you actually change l, bye Yeol I love you,” I said walking away from him and out of his apartment.

Chanyeol pov

I was so lost she was actually leaving me for good I was so late way too late for everything I should’ve apologized years earlier I should’ve never done anything I did I should’ve worshiped her when I heard her now I’m looking at her walk away from me and out my life as I did to her now it was my turn to pay for the pain I cause her it was my turn to suffer and feel everything she felt.

I was s,o stupid why did I think she would take me back like before Kyungsoo was right she would get tired and give up on me and she did she relished she deserved better and walked away and I didn’t blame her but I won’t give up I will fight for her I will wing her over and make thing right this time. For now I’ll be fixing myself first hopefully she doesn’t move on but if she does I won’t be mad I will make sure this new person in her life treats her better than I ever did.

- sorry if there’s any errors 🥺

[eleganzadellarosa]

I was wondering if you could do a little something with Changeol and a plus-size reader (she's kind of insurance and shy) where she's friends with Sehun and has a big crush on Chanyeol and Sehun knows but she thinks Chanyeol would never like her because of a comment both Sehun and Chanyeol said one night at the studio.

Don’t Worry About It

pairing: chanyeol x plussize!reader ft. bestfriend! Sehun

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: mentions of body dysmorphia, reader is insecure, use of Y/N

word count: 1.65K

A/N: Thank you so much for your ask, I hope it is up to par with what you wanted! Feel free to drop another request in my inbox! 🥰 Thank you, have a great day and enjoy reading! :)

“Why don’t you just ask him?”

“What?” You snapped out of your thoughts. You hadn’t even realized you were staring until he said something. But you heard him nonetheless and he said it a bit too loud for your comfort. “What the fuck Hun? You’re not making this any better right now.”

“Girl…please just ask him, I promise you he won’t say no.”

“How do you know that? What makes you think he’s gonna say yes?!”

It’s bad to think of yourself that way but to you, you were WAY out of Chanyeol’s league. He probably wanted a small, fit girl; someone who is, in truth, the complete opposite of you. According to Sehun, your best friend, he thinks you’re overthinking it and Chanyeol would be more than happy to be in a relationship. Though, that’s not what you’re trying to build the confidence to ask.

There was a music festival coming up that you knew Chanyeol would love to attend, as he himself is a producer and lover of music, but it would be the two of you. No one else. Not even Sehun. And in your mind Chanyeol wouldn’t dare be caught walking in public with “that type” of girl. It would mess up his image; the cool guy, chill, handsome image and you’d rather not be the cause of the ridicule he’d receive.

“Do you want me to ask him for you?” Sehun has known you both for as long as you can remember, which means that he knows things that you don’t know about Chanyeol and that all of your worries and doubts have no basis.

“Hell no! Oh my god you’re crazyyy!

You were glad Chanyeol sat with his noise canceling headphones on, not paying attention to you and Sehun at all. This is how you spent some days with him, showing him as much support you could because you knew how talented he was. He made music because he liked it, not because he wanted to be famous but he also wanted to share his gift with the world; and you supported that idea wholeheartedly. Very early into your friendship, you caught feelings for him. He was such a ball of golden retriever energy and you always felt your happiest around him.

You dug that hole yourself and now you were paying the price. You’ve never been someone’s first choice and maybe not even their third, but it hurt even more when you stopped yourself from possibly getting rejected just because you had a bit more meat on your bones. Contrary to Sehun’s belief, you knew Chanyeol would never give you chance. One day he invited you both to his house and when you came out the bathroom, you stayed back to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Yeah I think she’d look so much better if she wasn’t so big.” Chanyeol said.

“I know, I said the same thing but I don’t think there’s any changing that. Not any time soon anyway.” Sehun added on and you ran back in the bathroom before you heard anymore.

You tried dumping your feelings down the drain but it was so much harder than you thought. Chanyeol was nice to you and always seemed to love your company. Perhaps this was one of those relationships that were cursed to stay strictly platonic and you weren’t sure when you’d come to terms with that; or if you ever would.

“What are you guys arguing about?” Chanyeol slid the headphones down to rest around his neck and sat his guitar in his lap.

Your cheeks turned red and before Sehun spoke a single syllable, you pinched his side and said, “Nothing, he’s just being Hun.”

“Do you guys wanna go get something to eat? I’m so hungry, maybe we can stop at a that cheesesteak place or go get some Korean BBQ?”

“Sure I’m down.” Sehun said standing from the couch.

“Yeah I’m pretty hungry too, I vote K-BBQ.”

“I vote K-BBQ if she’s paying!” Sehun said quickly before evading another pinch from you.

“Don’t worry about it I’ll pay. Sorry you guys waited for so long, I’m serious when I say you don’t have to wait here for me.”

“Of course we will Yeol, we’ve been here since day 1.” You smiled and pat him on the shoulder.

You three sat salivating at the almost cooked to perfection meat, grilling in the center on the table. You and Sehun waited at the studio for 3 hours and neither of you thought to bring snacks. Chanyeol placed a piece of the cooked meat in a leaf of lettuce along with rice, garlic and a pepper. He folded it up nicely and held it up to your mouth.

“Here you take the first one.”

Your eyes widened slightly but you quickly opened your mouth before the contents of the wrap came spilling out. “Mm it’s perfect.” You said more in line with a mumble from your mouth being stuffed.

“No fair, why does she get the first one? I also said I was hungry and I was waiting for you too!” Sehun complained but it fell on deaf ears as Chanyeol stuffed the next wrap in his own mouth. “Fine, both of you are selfish.” You and Chanyeol looked at each other and laughed.

“Oh yeah Y/N, that festival’s coming up next month and I was wondering if you were free to go.” Chanyeol asked after slightly leaning back in his seat. “You can get some good pictures there and maybe I can upload a few for my insta.”

“Oh?” You looked over at Sehun who was trying to keep a straight face. “Yeah I’m free, but this loser said he wasn’t so I think maybe we should choose another day if you wanna go with the both of us.”

“Oh…yeah, yeah that’s a good idea maybe we can just try going on the last day.”

Sehun sucked his teeth and sighed and hit you with a side eye. You knew what he wanted you to say but that wasn’t going to happen in a million years. He was going to have to keep hoping and wishing because unless things changed, you’d never put yourself in a position to get hurt like that.

For the next couple weeks, Chanyeol seemed to avoid you and when you asked Sehun about it he told you that you were stupid but he also hadn’t spoken to him much.

You: what do you mean? wth did i do?

Hunnie 🙄 : you mean what did you NOT do?

You: hun i told you im not gonna ask him

Hunnie 🙄: girl nvm, you’re on your own from here 😭 i cant help you anymore

You rolled your eyes and left him on read. He didn’t understand because he’s never had to deal with something like this. He was also handsome (gross) and girls loved him, so thinking so deeply before asking someone on a date has probably never crossed his mind. You wanted to make sure Chanyeol was okay though, so you decided to give him a call. He picked up right before it went to voicemail.

“Hey Yeol, I was just calling to check on you. You haven’t been answering any of my texts. You good?”

“Yeah I’m good, just been pretty busy with my songs.”

“You sure? You know you can talk to me about anything right? I’m right here if you need to talk. Don’t put too much stress on yourself.” He went silent for a while and you thought it might have gotten disconnected. “Hello?”

“Y/N, can I be honest with you?”

Your heart started beating quickly and you ran through all of the worst possible things he could say to you right now. “Uh…yeah, of course.”

“When I mentioned the music festival, I wasn’t talking about going with you and Sehun…I was talking about just going with you.”

“Oh.” Well that’s not what you expected for him to say. “Sorry Yeol, I just assumed you meant both of us since we always go everywhere together.”

“I know, but I want that to change.”

“Why, is something going on with you and Hun? Oh gosh I didn’t even know I’m sor-“

“No Y/N, I want that to change because I want to start taking you on dates. I don’t wanna just be your friend anymore.”

Your mind was having a hard time processing everything and you couldn’t put the pieces together. “But, I thought you wouldn’t go for a girl like me?”

“What makes you think that?” He honestly sounded a bit offended.

“That day you had invited us over to your house, I overheard you and Hun saying you’d think I’d look so much better if I wasn’t so big.”

“What I never said tha- ooooooooh, oh my god Y/N we would never say something like that about you. We were talking about the art I wanna put on my album. There’s a picture of a drawing and we thought it would look much better if we could get her drawn smaller but the artist is usually busy so who knows when he’d be able to make the adjustments.” Guess that’s what you get for jumping to conclusions? “I’d love to be with you. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and I’ve always had a crush on you. I didn’t think you’d like me like that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh with tears in your eyes. All this time you could’ve been cuddled up at the studio and you thought your two best friends said the meanest thing possible about you. Everything had been a big misunderstanding and if you didn’t call Chanyeol today, maybe he would’ve never had the confidence to tell you of his friendship long crush.

“Yeol, I wanted to ask you to go with me for the longest but again, I didn’t think you’d want to. I’d love to go with you.”

It was his turn to laugh, “I can’t believe this, you’re telling me you could’ve been my girlfriend for ages now? Be ready by 5 and make sure to bring your camera, we have to take some couple pics!”

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Song recommendations???

ah yes thank you for asking. while i haven't listened to many new releases in a while, here are some:

about you - the 1975 anyone - seventeen aquamarine - lee chaeyeon closed ending - shaun copycat - apink chobom diamond - ateez festival in my car - baekho good enough - chanyeol hold on - sungmin howl - chuu if walls could talk - 5sos not ok - loco ft. minnie selfish - kim yohan top or cliff - kimsejeong untie - viviz voice memo no. 5 - chanmina welcome to the show - day6

[sechan]

Fly Away - EXO-SC ft. Suho

bonus: smiley chanyeol

[demure2]

Blood is Thicker Than Wine _ FOUR

> BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WINE [MASTERLIST]

— 1930s au

— yandere neighbor!chanyeol x reader || ft. best friend!sehun

— genre: angst, suggestive

— warnings: language, alcohol use, cigarette/substance use, mental illness, watching from afar, anxiety, gun, blood, older fella chanyeol

— word count: 3.5k

— note: hey guys, sorry i got caught up in schtuff. final smut chapter after dis one and then i will FINALLY BE ABLE TO START NEW WRITING. smut chapter IS coming soon. um YAY…!! open to suggestions and criticisms always :)

“Would you stop doing that, Chanyeol?” Your voice can’t help but come out small and innocently, not sure if he even hears you. You’re inundated by the pressure of his gaze beating down on you, the embarrassing urge to cry tugging relentlessly on your soft features.

“Baby, doing what?” His face softens. The gash across Chanyeol’s nose bridge looks more salient than ever, the dried blood glistening in the sodium light. His boastful posture deflates.

He inches dangerously close to you, until you can feel his emanating body heat. Blood on his lips threaten to spill over from teeth marks branded deep into his skin, eyes blown out and impatiently waiting for your response. A simple-minded man, he’s always been unsure of how to confront feelings meaningfully. If he could make himself think harder of anything better than easing it all with a smoke, he’d do it, but he can’t.

The yearning is sudden and impulsive on his fingertips, creeping down into his jacket. He’s ready to balance a cigarette between his forefinger and middle, but his pocket is vacant no matter how many times he runs the pads of his fingers over the patch of surface. Fuck.

“Stop telling me stupid things. Responsible for the death of Park Yoora? Sehun’s a mailboy and author, working part time as a mechanic. He’s never maimed anyone, never hurt a soul, let alone someone from your bloodline, Chanyeol,” it comes out harshly from your throat, crudely. “I have no reason to believe you and your lies anymore.” As if watching Chanyeol’s face falter and fall dramatically was too much to bear, you lazily shut your hooded eye, which have no problem sticking together easily due to the air’s stagnant moisture. The words are oddly visceral in his ears, cold and unforgiving all at once.

The townsfolk would agree that they’re used to, maybe unsettlingly too used to, Chanyeol’s eyes being void of much emotion. That’s the kind of man he is, after all, no one else can ignite unexpected life in them besides you.

And so, the gleam of betrayal in his eyes tonight is suddenly immediate, catching you off-guard nonetheless. His fitfully soft gaze hardens and his eyebrows scrunch angrily, watching your irises amplify with fear beneath him. “What’s so unbelievable about that, [Y/N]? Believe me, your little boyfriend’s maimed whether you want it or not, and he’s maimed my sister. Her husband couldn’t pay off a car loan and she was dead, just like that. Accept it, like I have.

You don’t have to be best friends with a murderer, you can come keep me company, bring me pastries or bake me an apple pie every weekend — I’ll take care of you. He's not your best friend. Don’t want him to be,” Chanyeol’s voice breaks, the weight of his acidic jealousy and grief awfully agonizing. He pauses to watch your stoic face carefully, searching for regret, but he won’t find any more than his own. “There’s bathtubs of our moonshine in front of you, aren’t there? Then what’s so hard to believe about that? Can’t you just believe me?” His firm tone becomes desperate, tender and divulging of his feelings.

“When it’s Sehun doing dirt, you don’t bat a pretty eyelash, you don’t think he could ever do it. When I tell you, you’re quick to deem me incredulous. You just don’t know everything like you think you do, bunny,” Chanyeol’s complexion toughens up just enough for him to not break down, an almost-sneer. The words come out in fragments, bits and pieces, his eyes still eager for validation in yours. The distance between your bodies makes you anxious.

You attempt to save your case, beginning to look crazed going back and forth. “Your lies are in poor taste. Let’s not forget that you’re villainizing Sehun, when you’re just as worse, Chanyeol — you’re jealous, aren’t you? You can’t bear the thought of me hanging out with him, because your filthy mind is convinced he’s fucking my brains out over the hood of one of his flivvers,” you hiss, voice tight and indignant. Chanyeol’s jaw clenches, teeth gritting together in his guise of red-eared anger.

“My ‘little boyfriend,’ Chanyeol? You think I’m a damned slut? He’s still my best friend, and I won’t let your apparent matters get in between us. And you said you'd take care of me? With what, with the criminal cash you’ve laundered? Why do you even do this filthy work? Where did you fuck up, Chanyeol? Tell me! What went wrong with you?”

The confrontation reminds Chanyeol of his roots. He bares his teeth, putting his hands up defensively. “No. Don’t talk down to me. I’ll take care of us. I will.”

“No, really, Chanyeol. Why else would you be working for bootleggers? You fucked up, and then you try to make it all better by making me think my best friend is just as bad.”

“I wouldn’t say that I fucked up. Would you rather have not known that he was doing those things? Would you have rather lived in euphoric bliss all your life, hanging out with a murderer? You should be thanking me, [Y/N]. Are you upset, baby? Maybe I did make you hate your little boyfriend and you’re afraid to admit it.” You flinch as he gets in your face, mere inches away. But the smell of ash is unusually absent from his breath, and on nights like these, where you’ve wandered too far away from home, it’s more unsettling than comforting.

Chanyeol feels his words pile on top of each other in front of you, unable to withstand his anger. Despite this, sweet relief merely washes over his anger for a second, like a crisp breeze. He hopes you can sense it, too. More or less, he’d tasted victory. He knows you’re sort of unsure now, insecure of your accords with Sehun and who you thought he was.

Men like Chanyeol are stupid, so he takes the chance to finally close the distance between you, taking you into his arms and murmuring into your hair. “You don’t like him anymore, do you?” Chanyeol is hopeful and gentle with his words, softly in your ear. “You don’t love him more than you love me,” he repeats. “You love me.” The feeling deep inside you that Chanyeol was right is acidic in your mouth, and it eats at you tenaciously.

You push him off of you and wipe your mouth, as if being that close to him was depraving, although you’d been pressed up to him before.

Over and over again, countless times before, but never close enough.

Sehun still occupied your mind without a doubt — how could he not, having known you for 4 years? You’d deeply cared for him since you first met in highschool — you, a junior, and him, a second year college student. Brought together by your close-rooted excursions home from school, he’d been your older brother figure. You remember it clearly, he’d bring along his two college friends with him to walk you home some days — Junmyeon and Yixing. They both had a crush on you that winter, red noses and all.

JUNMYEON’S ETHYL & GARAGE WORK’s formation was starting to make a lot of sense. Especially regarding their choice of hired hands.

By your senior year, Sehun had already been close to dropping out twice, but for some reason, stayed. Your momma liked Sehun all the same, wishful thinking that he’d end up somewhere.

You start hesitantly, worry etched into your expression. “I didn’t know he was like this. I didn’t know both of you were involved in this, Chanyeol, and if I did, I wouldn’t have decided to know you. I’m compliant. I am sorry, but I cannot love crooked men like you.” Again, the words reverberate twice as cruel in Chanyeol’s large ears, echoing over and over. He can’t find a solution.

Still feeling the phantom trace of both of your hands pressed up to his chest, pushing him away, Chanyeol doesn’t like the feeling of defeat. “Talk about compliance? With what, laws or rumors? Was it so compliant of you to loiter and trespass into my house at midnight? Are you so compliant when Sehun asks you to use your pretty skirt to sneak a few cigarette packs out from the store? Who cares about what we do for cash, I know sure as hell that you of all people fucking don’t, [Y/N].”

You’re stunned, defensive and cold, so the words blurt out of your mouth before you have the chance to fully apprehend them, swiftly and fleeting. "I have a right to care, do I not?”

But they’re nothing of swiftly and fleeting to Chanyeol, repeating over and over in his mind in your gentle voice. You almost clasp your hands over your mouth, feeling your teeth gnawing on the inside of your cheek. Gravity had pulled your senses together too late, long after the words had left your mouth. Chanyeol releases his heel, ready to turn around just seconds before.

The lull in his voice isn’t deceptive for once, something of a catharsis. “You’ve never cared. Aren't you scared of me, [Y/N]? You don’t think I notice? You don’t think I’m self aware? Of course I’m jealous, I know that I’m fucking sick, I’m in love with someone who I’ve watched for weeks." He says this in a tone matter-of-factly, but shameful in its meaning. He can’t help but feel allured to the thought of protecting your sugary elation from his potent, black tar of a psyche, despite eagerly desiring its corruption. “I just can’t help it, anymore. Men like me are stupid,” he says, and you notice that he says that a lot. “I always want what I can’t have," Chanyeol exhales, catching his breath. "You’ll never get it, [Y/N].”

Unsure of what to say, you look up at Chanyeol with demure eyes, tears threatening to fall at the motion of a blink. The cellar air is still cold yet saturated against your skin, harsh and unforgiving. You're just as destroyed, turning away from him.

You don’t think he does, but of course Chanyeol takes notice of you eyeing the stairway carefully, the center of each step slightly depressed in crescents after years of crude weight. You take one more look behind you at him, eyebrows still furrowed and focused on you. Then, holding your skirt down, you run as fast as possible. “I’ve gotta go.”

Chanyeol stays still, watching your form retreat up the stairs.

Making it back to the intermediate EMPLOYEES ONLY desk room, your eyes meet Jongin's. He's breathing heavily, his body already backed up against the door, barricading it with muscular leverage. Jongin smiles gently at the sight of you, sweat from the parching tension condensing at his cupid's bow. His eyes curve upward as he smiles. "Why don't you stay with Chanyeol, instead."

The sound of steady footfall echoes in the stairwell behind you, creaking the wood underneath. Desperately, you run up to Jongin. "Let me out, I have to leave." You whisper thinly, pushing Jongin's hair back to reveal his pink flushed ears. He pauses for a moment, allowing the stairwell noises to reverberate louder. Quickly, voice hitching in his throat, he quietly urges. "Relax. He’s gon' go mad if he sees you this close to me, sweet stuff. Let's back up, ‘kay?”

Discomfort vaguely reflected in your expression, you back away slowly, turning your gaze to the stairwell. You watch intently as Chanyeol's torso slowly emerges from the stairs, holding onto the left railing.

Your eyes grace each other instantaneously, doubtful and ashamed. He approaches you first, although timidly, head down. Then lowly, pulling you toward him so only you can hear, he murmurs a pitiful "I'm so sorry."

Chanyeol looks up to press his lips together into a quick smile, glancing at Jongin — slang for thanks! Jongin nods, subsiding his body from the door. "Sehun's in the back again tonight. Still working on that flaming ‘32 Buick."

When you two meet the night air outside, his smile collapses again, everything inside of him falling in on each other. “Let’s bring you to him, now. He can drive you home tonight,” Chanyeol asserts coldly, angry at himself. He didn't mean to tell you all of that, especially before he’d told you that he’d loved you. He didn’t mean to tell you all of that for weeks, but stupid men like me aren’t good at thinking before we speak. His hands are rough and calloused, the functional arm brushing against your shoulder before quickly retracting.

You make your way around the back together to the rows of vehicle hoists in the large outdoor garage, moments of stillness and night peeking through the open air on the sides. Feeling pissed, you make sure to walk in front of Chanyeol, so he can see the perfect ellipse your hips sway in when you walk. You know he likes it.

You see it all at once; a vibrant and lousy red car with stained white wheels, and beneath it, a quietly focused but normally lousy boy. Black hair pasted to his forehead with sweat, and eyes thin at practice.

“Sehun!” you call eagerly, desperate for his familiarity. His narrowed eyes snap to you in an instant, then darts to the taller man next you.

You run towards him, even against the emanating smell of gas and motor oil from his work station. Then, you fall to your knees on the rough asphalt, meeting him eye level as he sits there in baggy denim, one knee up and the other leg stretched out like a cat.

“He took you here, doll?” His voice is shaky and concerned for the both of you, glaring at Chanyeol from a distance. Sehun’s face is covered in sweaty dew from exposure to the close heat, hands diligently buried in the car’s hind suspension beam and axle.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you work with him?”

Sehun’s gaze hardens intensely, his dark brown irises piercing the scene behind you. You turn around quickly, realizing Chanyeol was now close to the car as well, having walked to where you two were.

Sehun draws back his hands from the machinery and hoists himself up to the other side, out from sitting underneath the raised car. He dusts off his knees, standing up to reach Chanyeol’s height, separated only by the flaming red Buick between them — and you, sitting at Chanyeol’s feet. They stare at each other menacingly in the dim garage light momentarily. Their mannerisms are similar in this way; backs straight like soldiers for war, eyebrows furrowed and heaving chests. What could you do?

Chanyeol breaks the silence. Snarkily, he’s unphased, unmoving and still. “Just wanted to show your sweetheart what you were up to. Car fixing, wine selling, killing innocent families for patriarchs’ loans. She actually really missed you, Sehun. I’m so jealous, really.”

“Still caught up on big sissy? That happened months ago, don’t be so brash in front of [Y/N], now. Does she know that you taint the liquor you sell, Chanyeol?”

“She knows what my tongue feels like,” Chanyeol cocks his head to the side, sticking out his tongue to bite down on it. A taunting demonstration in Sehun’s face, the mockery is jarring. He’s taken aback momentarily, but that doesn’t stop him from putting his arms down onto the Buick’s hood, triumphantly. “What’s your fucking problem?”

“That someone I’m forced to work with keeps fucking with things I care about.” Sehun fucks up on the job, and he gets away kindly with a lengthy talk from Junmyeon about not killing innocent people for fear. Sehun fucks up off the job, and he’s got no one left to clean up for him. These things are still foreign to Sehun, still young and unsure of trivial matters. Like if the way his dick curves to the right will make him die sooner, or if he’ll ever grow any facial hair.

Your eyes dart between the two men and their exchange, though its difficult to see Sehun from your position, so you stand up.

Sehun throws his denim jacket to the garage’s floor, nothing underneath except skin slick with grease. The buttons make contact with the cement, clicking and clunking. Their eyes are locked, not parting for a second.

“You wanna go? Fist to fist like men?” Sehun clenches his fists with bruising grasps. Chanyeol laughs, “not really.”

He’d lose anyway, with one functional arm, the other in a sling to his side.

Sehun seethes, seconds away from lunging at Chanyeol anyway. “What’s got you so pent up? The girl here has your panties in a twist?”

“Every man’s own right to go and have his own wife.”

Then, Sehun frowns upon reaching an epiphany. “So pitiful of you. You dragged [Y/N] along so she would hate me.” Chanyeol smiles shamelessly, not completely a lie. “Some of it.”

Sehun begins to make his way around the hood of the car, nothing in between you now to shield against his vexation. The denim jeans he wears are dirty and caked with dirt at the knees, and the baggy fabric folds between his legs at every motion.

“Why don’t we put this in the past, Chanyeol? You always let all your emotions get the best of you, except anger. You always let the anger bottle up! Even now I know you’re not angry at me, even though I can’t bring Yoora back for you,” Sehun contends, strangely assertive behavior for him. “Let’s start over, Park Chanyeol. I’ll hang out with [Y/N], and you can go back to that Mélis doll. We’ll work together from now on, I’m not bargaining with you, now.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see Chanyeol raise his hand up from his hip, slipping into his coat.

You almost would have missed it if it weren’t for the proud blood splatter on the cement, the vehemently loud noise over in the span of a blink.

Sehun jerks his body away from Chanyeol’s at once, your heart thundering in your chest. You watch stock-still and he wretches an agonizing groan, clutching his lower abdomen and collapsing onto the bloodied cement. Sehun calls out your name faintly, but you try not to look. His stomach makes an obscene sticky squelch.

Your scream makes Chanyeol wince with an eye closed, though the gloating smile tugging at his lips is harder to hide. “He’ll be fine, ready to work in a week. Just in the hip. Jongin and Baekhyun heard it, it’s nothing,” nonchalantly, he returns the hand to his side.

You rush to Sehun’s side before you have the chance to puke all over the pavement, holding his face in your hands. His eyes are hazy, but eyebrows still furrowed in a fit of silent rage, teeth hissing. “Hurts so bad, [Y/N]. You need to run,” he pants in your ear, tucking his head in between your neck and your collarbone. He’s lightheaded because of the blood loss, blooming through his denim jeans. His eyes plead, and he manages a small “love ya.”

“You’re gonna be okay, Sehun, I’m here.”

The silence makes you twist your head to find the older man, quickly. “You did this to him! You sick creep, he’s bleeding out, he’s hurt, he’s in pain. He’s going to die!” But Chanyeol is already leaning on a concrete pillar haphazardly, without a care in the world, “let him.”

You take off your slip-on coat quickly, then your tight, long sleeved blouse. The tourniquet you make resembles a bloodied kitchen rag, but it will make-do until Jongin and Baekhyun flood the scene. The slip-on coat makes it back on your form before they arrive.

When the men reach Sehun’s side, they work hastily and efficiently, before hefting his weight onto their backs.

You slip next to Chanyeol, still gazing at Sehun’s disheveled form. He’s still conscious, but in shock and daze held up. “You still want him to take you home tonight?”

“What is wrong with you?”

Chanyeol had gotten into the illegal trade while youthful, following his discharge from the militia. A jarhead, blunt and unsure, he’d reluctantly majored in business. When it all came crashing down in the midst of the roaring 20s, he’d decided that he’d work in law enforcement customs — an easy job that brunt men could understand, watching the crime rate reach an all time high. During these times, he observed Mr. Kim Junmyeon, a sophisticated industrialist, audaciously bringing in wooden crates of illegally distilled liquor crossing between Montreal to Manhattan. He wasn’t worried, because he knew it would work out in the end — and he was good at networking, even with the authorities.

Really, he admired Junmyeon’s work and dedication to the craft, lacking his own ambition. He'd let Junmyeon slip through easily, beginning to lack integrity. Junmyeon knew this, so he’d go back and forth with new bottles every two weekends, sparing Chanyeol a few for his kind gesture. Now, they hand out laundered money together at the pubs like candy, and crash autos like they’re nothing more than just carnival bumper cars. Sell wine like water, corrupt what you need to in order to get what you want.

Out of all, though, they don't meddle in each other’s businesses.