#advchen

quick steps down a hallway lit with too much artificial light, a bowl tucked under his arm with brownie mix and the little bit of extra that makes them worth eating. chanyeol’s already kind of high, which might explain why he’s left his room at all. 

the cafe oven is the only one that gets hot enough to properly burn brownies all the way through (the only way chanyeol will eat them) and he has intentions of slipping past closed doors to use it. 

until he sees the dead dude sprawled out on linoleum. 

a complicated mix of emotions arise; mainly the need to run and the need to shout. chanyeol does neither of those things, instead opts to sit his bowl down blankly and stare for a second. 

he’s a lanky guy, isn’t he? skinny arms and sunken cheekbones. chanyeol’s no doctor, but he’s pretty sure there’s a thing such as too thin, and he squats next to the guy in question, leans in a little to catch soft breathing. 

@advchen

Today was panning out to be a pretty good day! Hansol had spent a little time training, not too much, and then had gone out for a small drink. He didn’t drink all that much, so he was still perfectly sober when he returned to the male dorms. It was all a good time and he was wearing a small smile. Going to bars was always fun because it meant he got to chat with different people for a while. He had even convinced someone to pay for his drink... Or more made them agree to pay for his drink. Same difference really. They still said yes either way.

And so he was meandering up to the dorms in a fabulous mood. It wasn’t too late, which was probably for the better. He had a better chance of actually finding someone to talk to this way, after all. He always enjoyed having a nice conversation before he went to bed for the night. That was the exact reason he found himself smiling when he saw a familiar face.

“Ah! Jongdae~” There was a pleasant tone to the greeting. He walked closer only to suddenly get hit by a familiar smell. His smile dropped. “You’re drunk?” The smell of alcohol was way too strong to ignore. He walked a little closer and shook his head. Since he and Jongdae had met Hansol had dealt with his drunken friend three... maybe four times. It wasn’t really something that Hansol minded. Jongdae was just extra cuddly when he was drunk, and that was actually kind of fun. Hansol himself was a very cuddly drunk, so he understood how loopy the other could get.  The loud talking was usually a little more on the annoying side, but Hansol was willing to forgive it.

This... Was a little different though. Usually Jongdae didn’t have this air around him. Something about it put Hansol on edge. He really wasn’t sure if he liked the feeling, but it didn’t make him back away from his friend. He put the smile back on his face. The other was smiling in a rather disturbing fashion, and the giggles didn’t help either... Hansol couldn’t help but think back on some of the horror movies he had watched. This felt like a possession scene...

“Ahh... You alright?” He couldn’t take the edge out of his voice. “You seem... Different? Should I get you back to your room? Or do you want me to take care of you tonight?” He laughed at that idea. He was far from the person anyone should have around to help them sober up. He was likely to try baths of ice or really hot showers. He put both of his arms out; trying to offer the other man support if he wanted it.