Military life was sure. Everything was controlled and mechanical. Nothing unexpected was to happen, not on base anyways. But he wasn’t on base. He wasn’t even in the military anymore. According to the papers, he wasn’t even alive anymore. Ever since waking up in the forest, he had been moving around, mind and body on auto-pilot. Everything was a list of what he needed to survive, and everything he did amounted to crossing items off that list. He stole enough money to get himself the cheapest room in a hotel in Incheon. That would have to be enough until he could figure out how to access his bank account without attracting attention. 

But money was running out, and Hyunwoo was walking back to the hotel after a long day of looking for a job when he felt unusually warm. Hot, even. He kept walking, puzzled for a few minutes. It’s not until he’s a street away from the hotel that it occurs to him that it might have something to do why he woke up in the forest. Looking around, he was also made very aware that whatever it was that had happened, could not happen in public. He needed to get away from people. So he tore down the street, veering into the hotel, and dashed into the first door he saw. It was unlocked. 

Had he not been paying attention, he would’ve kept running and fallen down the steps, but instead, he took them three at a time, basically jumping down to land on his hands and knees. The pain jolted up his limbs, but he could care less. It felt like he had fire burning him alive from the inside. And things felt... wrong. There was a metallic tinge in his mouth as he bit down on his tongue to stop any sounds from escaping. Instead, he found his vision darkening until there was nothing but murky darkness all around him. The pain faded away, as did his consciousness.

His bones lengthened and his skin stretched. Fur covered his body and then there stood in his place, a hound, pitch black with searing red eyes.

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Hands shoved loosely in his pocket, Chanyeol keeps his shoulders slouched as he casually walks around on his day off. With no set destination in mind, he often found himself in search of plants in need when the handful he cared for outside of work and his own personal collection were fine for the day. The most he really had done so far as care went was watering a couple beds of flowers in the park nearby his apartment. The rest seemed to be in pristine condition, a feat the taller thought he’d never be able to accomplish.

A warm smile remains on his face as he nears a father famous hotel within the mutant community, well, from what he’s heard at least. The handful of customers who happened to spot the plant boy doing his thing almost always brought it up at least once in the handful of exchanges they’ve had. So from what he could assume, this place was a big deal. He straightens up slightly, eyes gazing around the greenery surrounding the hotel front. 

Frown starting to form, he’s definitely seen plants in better shape, though these weren’t exactly in the worst shape either. A small cluster of daffodils cry out to him, the male finding himself suddenly by their side. Hand already raised to their aid, Chanyeol brought them back to a healthier state without even batting an eye. He starts searching out for the more needy plants, who seemed to beckon him at the sight of their newly revived friends. 

Three beds in and not soon after the taller male started to feel the after effects of his ability, who only come in to play when he overworks himself. His breathing becomes more rapid, his focus fuzzy as he takes a few steps away from the garden. He takes shaky steps towards the entrance of the hotel, barely able to concentrate.