#chakhuna

It’s not often that Chanyeol takes a cab. It’s not often that his car mysteriously breaks down either, but hey, life happens, and thankfully Chanyeol isn’t adverse to substituting his mode of transportation. Standing on the nearest busy street to the mechanic’s shop, he starts looking around for passing cabs. There aren’t many in this area, and he almost considers pulling out his phone and calling for one instead; but then he sees a yellow taxy with the sign lit and he smiles, holding up an arm and flagging it down. Relief fills him, and when the cab pulls up to his curb, he opens up the sliding van door and climbs in.

“Oh--” 

It’s not often that Chanyeol has shared a cab with a stranger. Usually cabs pick up one person and haul them singly to their destination; but perhaps because this area is so sparse of taxis, this driver was kind enough to pull over and help Chanyeol out. Offering a warm smile, Chanyeol sits down on the seat next to the stranger, shutting the door and then reaching for his seatbelt.

“Thank you,” he says to the driver, before rattling off the address of his salon. He turns towards the stranger and offers a sheepish smile, “You can be dropped off first. I don’t have any time constraint right now-- sorry if you’re in a rush.” When he finally registers who he’s sitting next to, his smile widens.

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Our muses encounter a wild animal.  

In a city filled with loud noises and metal, it wasn’t often that Sanghyuk disappeared to the woods. But he had found himself there, strolling beneath the canopy of muted green with his hands buried in his pockets and his shoulders warm beneath the straps of his tank from the sun. It was pleasant to say the least and he wasn’t the only one on the trail. 

Someone else was not too far away, blonde haired and tall with wide shoulder tapering into a thin waistline. It had been hard not to look forward, following the sway of hips as he went, but he couldn’t careen his neck here and there even in this peaceful place. There were snippets of old wars, long forgotten layering over the scenery, wisps of ghostly visages that caught the corners of his eyes and begged to be acknowledged. So most of his time, his gaze was trained up towards the sky or down on the ground. 

That’s how he ended up running straight into the stranger’s back when he stopped on the trail. His eyes were wide and he went to apologize, his lips already forming the words when a slender finger stopped him from talking and pointed forward. There, just to the edge of the path was a sleek figure, long and elegant, low to the ground with two small cubs hunkered below her legs. A mother fox, who had caught sight of them, gazing upon them with a disinterested gaze before she continued on, the babies trailing behind eagerly. 

★ = my muse walking on yours half naked in a changing room

          ❝ well, that's convenient-- ❞

( * — the man sighed, gaze on his morning coffee so miserably spilled all over the ground. dark eyes move from the lost drink to the stranger in front of him, yet instead of anger, frustration or any other negative emotion expected to come from a situation like this, he merely raises a brow and offers a sly grin.  )

          ❝ i hope you're willing to buy me a new one, kind stranger              it is partially your fault we bumped into each other. ❞