#deathxzelo

There was always something Chanhee expected from his dongsaengs whether or not they were from his own friend circle or simply idols from the new generation. He expected certain code of conduct from his fellow acquaintances and he expected them to follow them. It wasn't his ego talking either, Chanhee liked to think the younger generation still preserved their honour in acknowledging the elders no matter how little of an age difference there was. Yes, Lee Chanhee valued these little things but he certainly wasn't one to berate anyone should they decide otherwise. People were human, which meant they made mistakes; even as an Angel, Chanhee knew he wasn't perfect. He couldn't expect that much from humans as thus but it didn't mean he couldn't be a tad bit disappointed.

The brunet brushed aside his bangs; they were getting a little too long for his tastes but he'd been told by several people that he looked rather dashing with his new cut so he didn't seem to mind it that much. He licked his lips, and glanced at his cell phone which had little to almost no service. Of course this didn't come as a surprise knowing his current predicament wasn't exactly in his favour. Chanhee glanced around the dead wilderness with bitter eyes and a scowl. This wasn't exactly a place he'd call home, a place he'd consider a date to take place in, and it certainly did not meet his standards of calling it a preference.

Zelo was out of his mind to choose such a dreaded state.

The Angel sighed and shoved his phone back into his jean pockets, opting to stare into the horizon of the setting sun instead. He caught a quick glimpse of the birds that were lined up so neatly as they flew across the blazing sun to reach their destination for the up-coming winter season. It was getting cold; he could feel the air biting at his skin, nipping at every barren spot it could find – Chanhee rubbed both hands together and blew a breath of hot air into the palms.