#dexchanyeol

@dexchanyeol

It was that time of the month again. As much as TaeHyung didn’t enjoy it, he had to say, seeing that Park psychologist was actually working out for him. He didn’t understand why or how, but it was helping TaeHyung control all of those crappy dreams he was having ever since he found out who he really was. 

His grandmother called them nightmares, and he simply agreed because there was no way he would ever be able to explain to her that he was the reincarnation of Erebus, Lord of Darkness. At least not his human side. Despite his memories from his life as a god coming back to him in his sleep in the form of dreams, he still had his human memories that made him human.

The dreams weren’t nightmares, in fact they were little but. They were simply reminders of who TaeHyung really was. Right off the bat, TaeHyung despised them. He couldn’t hate them because they were the memories of himself, but he didn’t want to be seeing memories of himself. He found it extremely troubling and disturbing to continuously have dreams where he would be watching the souls of the newly dead travel to the underworld. It was a place void of emotion and feelings, and as horrible as a person as TaeHyung might have been, even he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy that. At the least, it worried him because the mornings that he would awake from those dreams, he would find himself feeling empty. He wouldn’t have any emotions for hours at a time and it kept him from his real clear conscious. 

When his grandmother learned of his nightmares, she went around asking for help and was directed to a psychologist named Park ChanYeol. She immediately set up an appointment for TaeHyung and dropped it on him last minute. There was no way for him to refuse since she had already paid in advance. And as much as TaeHyung didn’t like it, she continued to, but with the money that his father was sending to her every month since she claimed to never have a use for it anyway.

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♛ –  < *– There was something peculiar about anyone who was more than capable of using their diction as chains to bind anyone around their finger. 

There was no such peculiarity with Park Chanyeol. The only particularly abnormal trait the man had that still shocked Zeus herself was the ability to constantly burn something as simple as a meal of toast and fried eggs.

“If you ask me to wake up in that fuckin’ obnoxious ‘wakey wakey’ manner once more, I’m going to have to use force to make sure that phrase never leaves your lips again,” the barely awakened god groaned, holding her head with one palm whose ivory digits draped themselves over her temple only to bow down to press their finger tips into the very holy ground that was her throbbing temporal lobe. Although the king of gods had exceptional regenerative abilities, such small aches and pains still plagued her to the point of exhaustion - much like the breaking point she found herself at the night before in which she quite literally crashed onto her long-term companion’s couch without much of a thought to the open wounds she left to restore overnight.

Almost idly, the god reached up to her throat to make sure the scrapes and cuts were healed over only to have her palm meet the soft caress of a large adhesive pad that had most likely been placed in her sleep. All too used to such quiet treatment when she found herself trudging into Chanyeol’s abode, Zeus kept quiet only to end up checking the couch underneath herself for any possible stains she could have left in her careless state. Fortunately, her wounds seemed to have at least dried appropriately prior to her making her impact on the surface of the cushions and so she sucked in a calm breath and exhaled a long yawn. Even if she had left her mark on the house, it was likely not to be an issue due to having years under her belt of having bled out much worse on the very clothes of the man who she attempted to focus her gaze on amidst the remnants of the fellow god’s work on her eyelids, still unaware of his true name amongst the years of them knowing one another though too in love with his work when exhaustion finally swept the king’s body to dark slumber.

“... Are you going to just stand there and stare at me in my three-fourths decent state of being or are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?” Kyungri growled, pulling on the fuliginous strap that hid itself within her crimson shirt that hid the blood that had soaked into its threads. Her hair was disheveled and her legs were fashioned with ripped pantyhose from the turmoil she had faced the prior night, only one black stiletto hanging off of her right foot while the other had somehow flown across the room without her knowing and was resting in an upright position against the wall on the opposite side of the couch. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she could read Chanyeol’s expression, she would be picking up her shoe and leaving the house as per usual -- without breakfast, unless the man had somehow managed to pull Kyungri down to the table with his trademark borderline idiotic smile that even she couldn’t deny if it meant only a few more moments of her time. However, the elephant in the room had trampled a new expression onto Hypnos’ face and Zeus knew all too well that he was witnessing what she couldn’t hide quite efficiently before him, triggering such a reaction that led to the exasperated sigh from the female god and the run of a hand through her hair as she bowed her head with an almost irritated grin.

★ kyungri & chanyeol as the winchester brothers