Mar 10, 2020
❝ show me you're shameless,
write it on my neck why don't ya,
and i won't erase it. ❞
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❝ show me you're shameless,
write it on my neck why don't ya,
and i won't erase it. ❞
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❝ are you a keyboard? 'cause you're my type. ❞
“ am i a what? ” it’s something new, chanyeol definitely admits that but that might also be because he’s confused by it at the same time. a keyboard … would it work better if you say typewriter? but then again he’s thinking more of blood type whenever someone says type and he wishes he could come up with something more new like this. “ hey, that’s a good one! you practicin’ on me or something? wanna trade puns? ”
@taejoonsgn ; from here
“are you,-” he pauses, staring at chanyeol–really, what was new there, but again he’s unsure what the other was thinking. taejoon could never really read his face like he could so many others who wore their heart on their sleeves, but chanyeol? he just looked, really fucking adorable. “are you asking to hook up, or do you really want me, to join your book club?,” he teased, a smile pushing at the corners of his lips. “i’ll go, i left my phone back at the dorm though,” he reaches in his bag, shuffling around for a minute, past his phone and circling his hand around a pen, the same sparkly pink pen he’d used to write out at least twenty different valentines day post cards for him a couple weeks ago. “but you can take my number and text me which house, i’ll come only for you, who-ever you are,” he reached for chanyeol’s palm and held it finally in his hand before writing in huge curly font his number, plain as day across his forearm. “i guess don’t shower if you want your dick sucked or whatever,” he let go just to shrug, tongue peeking back at the other from between his teeth in an playful smile. “straight boy.”
bewilderment is an understatement for this encounter, from start to end, and chanyeol’s eyes might as well fall out by now. there’s not a single question or claim taejoon makes that chanyeol can make sense of or think of a proper response to. it happens so rarely, that someone genuinely renders him speechless and to such an extent, even after a minute, he feels as if he can’t wrap his mind around everything being said. his body reacts before he can, cheeks flushed, heat gathering in the tips of his ears, and mouth slightly agape before he swallows thickly, trying to compose himself because is this real? helio being called a book club is funny enough on his own but everything else flusters chanyeol to no end. has anyone ever been this bold with him? this blunt? when they last spoke, he thought it was a fluke, a dare, a joke to flirt with the golden boy and see his reaction. this time, chanyeol can’t say that for certain, not when a phone number is written so brightly on his arm, hand still in taejoon’s as his eyes continue to widen. “ i — ” fucking hell, what does he say? where does he even begin to start? “ i, uh, ” wetting his lips, he lets out a nervous chuckle, head tilting as he thinks this is the quickest someone has disarmed him like this, his entire facade crumbling at a crude offer. “ i’m, most people don’t assume other people’s sexuality, right? is that a thing? ”
he scrolls down his contacts all the way to the very bottom where ░ ҂ ’݆￫ダンボ 💭💕🐾 sits surrounded by various other contacts filled with all sorts of emojis, it sort of drowns in them, which he likes. he taps call, and while he does he's quick to text too. 『 ˢᵗᵒᵖ ˢᵗᵃʳᶤᶰᵍ˒ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳˑᵐᵉ』.
he can barely hear anything, the yell of one of his teammates filling his ear as he laughs, tossing his head back and suddenly feeling light-headed, balance becoming a stranger as he steadies a hand against the wall, offering a grin to a dahlia member he vaguely recognizes since he’s hovering just over her as a result. could be worse. she doesn’t seem to mind at all even when he mixes up her name for someone else’s, the friend who brings back another drink. her question to chanyeol goes completely over his head and he’s wetting his lips, eyes widening as he leans in, hand to his ear to encourage her to speak again but once his phone vibrates more than once in his pocket, he’s pulling away.
the name on his phone doesn’t match, not a name at all for once, and he realizes he couldn’t remember this guy’s name but he remembers the offer made, snickering to himself at the choice of emojis he labeled this with. maybe he ought’a fix that. for now, he laughs when a text shows up on his screen, unable to swipe it away unless he answers or declines. the choice is easy, especially when he’s stepping out onto the patio of the house they’re gathered at right now, hand to his forehead as he basks in the refreshing night air. “ hello? decided to join my book club, huh? ”
Have you even been in love?
‼ honesty hour ‼
— [ ♡ ] ❝ have i ever been in love? i don’t like talking about my love life to be honest, but i guess i’ll entertain you.❞
❝ i have been in love, once. and that boys and girls, is exactly how and why i know that love sucks. call me a pessimist if you want, but i wouldn’t willingly put myself through that again. . ❞
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(' he knocks on the glass part of the door before letting himself into the office. it's way more organized than he expected since the last time, but it was midterms week and he couldn't blame the guy for the piles of boring snot he called books that had been littered all around that time. but it still colors him impressed after having frequented the other jung's office and the unending papers. ) sooooryyyy. (' he started with a whine, very taejoonesque. )
Soryong hears the knock and raises his head from the stack of papers that littered his desk. He hadn’t been expecting any visitors during this time seeing as everyone had been preparing for exams as well as a personal case of his own he had to work on. Upon seeing the male enter he blinks, a quiet laugh leaving him as he removes his glasses. “Come on in Taejoon,” he says with a chuckle. “What can I help you with this time?...and please don’t ask me where you can find a leash for my brother... I can’t let you borrow Chubbi’s no matter how many times you ask.” @taejoonsgn
❝ well, does that mean you also are in need of a leash? ❞ he hums a bit at the end, he really can't unsee the other professor, it's like he's standing there in front of him. ❝ me and my twin are the same, i'd have to say we can equivalent a kennel of dogs, really. so, don't you share that same responsibility, -- wearing the leash i mean.❞
Soryong blinks at the male’s question and pulls off his glasses with a tilt of his head. Who was this kid and why all the questions? Let alone what were they trying to get at? It takes him a moment before he realizes the male’s words and he chuckles softly, setting his glasses down on his desk. “Ah… I see… " he hummed thoughtfully, relaxing his once confused expression.
"Well… to answer your question. Not anymore. Growing up… we were quite the handful..” he chuckles softly, sitting back in his seat. “But life and marriage have a way of changing things.
Theoretically, I still wear a leash but it’s not the same one I wore those years ago. Make sense or did I miss the point of your question?”
❝ no, nothing like that, ❞ he laughs a little, wondering if it it were possible to be stupid cute like this. ❝--you ever like a person, and even if you stand right next to 'em, you're invisible? i-i mean -❞ his face is as pink as his hair at this point. ❝ theyre just damn cute- like yeigh high, ears like dumbo shit i melt like lost sidewalk candy in the middle of summer. ❞ he choked back a sigh. ❝ you ever see them around? their name's chanyeol, super popular super straight, out of my league?❞
“ depends on what you mean by invisible. i am pretty tall, you know. kinda hard to miss, ” he laughs, the pride evident in his grin when he shouldn’t be all that amused. what can he say? at least he finds his own jokes funny when they aren’t all that great. he misses the flush of the other’s face at first, recognition slowly settling in because he’s like hey wait dumbo ears — he knows someone with dumbo ears. sees him every morning in the mirror and thank the heavens chanyeol wasn’t drinking by the time his name is said or he would’ve definitely done a spit-take. “ uh, i — um, ” he stumbles over his words, said dumbo ears burning bright red because he didn’t expect that. “ h-hey, come on, i’m not … that popular. ” he coughs, knowing he could protest to the other two but he feels more shy about that. “ so where’s the camera at? you’re messing with me, right? got me good, ha … ha … ahem. ”