✦ zookeeper chan ✦

"𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨."

𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞..

𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞..

𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛 2/4 : 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎

❝ Whatcha up to? Wanna hang out? We should go to the amusement park! Then after that, let’s get some snacks! ❞

【 ♥︎ 】 ★ 【 ♥︎ 】 ★ 【 ♥︎ 】 ★ 【 ♥︎ 】 ★ 【 ♥︎ 】

~This is not affiliated with Lee Dongmin or Fantagio at all~

credits - @yanlee @dere-jennie

Jeongin looked around the busy street, wringing his hands together nervously as he looked for his parents, but they were nowhere to be seen. He knew that his parents had told him to meet them somewhere if he ever got lost, but he wasn’t able to remember where that spot was.

He wandered for what must have been hours but it was no use. Hungry and tired, Jeongin made his way back to the empty factory where he last remembered seeing his parents, hoping to find them there.

“Mom? Dad?” He called out, his voice echoing through the empty place.

His only answer was the rustling of leaves, stirred by the soft breeze that entered through the broken windows. Jeongin huddled up in one of the far corners, drawing his knees up to his chest, and rested his chin on them.

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* • ˚《

The sound of approaching voices woke Jeongin up sometime later, how much time had passed, he wasn’t sure. He blinked several times, straining his eyes to see anything in the darkness.

“Why don’t we just stay here for tonight, I think we’ve gone far enough,” an accented voice suggests as others hum in agreement.

Jeongin panics slightly, shifting back in his little corner. What if they were bad people? What would they do if they found him? His mind raced but his body remained frozen in fear as he heard their footsteps getting louder.

He was soon able to make out three dark figures in the moonlight as they entered the building, starting to look around the barren interior.

“How much farther do we have to go?” A second voice whines. “We’ve been walking forever.”

“It’s only been a day,” the third grumbles.

The three figures sit down, blending into the other shadows of the building, and Jeongin shifts a little, trying to see them better.

“What was that?” The third voice asks, standing up and seemingly looking around.

Jeongin can’t stop the small fearful whimper from escaping him and he clamps a hand over his mouth.

“Hello?” The first voice calls, standing up as well.

The two boys start to walk around, now aware that they weren’t alone in the building. Knowing that they were bound to find him eventually, Jeongin slowly stood up, deciding to make himself known.

“H-hello,” he says in a timid voice, unsure of what else to say.

The one who was still sitting down scrambles to his feet and darts towards the closes boy, clinging onto him.

“Are you alone?” The accented voice asks, noting how young the voice sounded.

“Mhmm,” Jeongin hums softly, nodding his head despite the fact that he knew they wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Where are you?” The second voice asks.

Jeongin slowly walks forward, carefully edging closer to the other boys until he could make them out in the darkness.

“Hi,” Jeongin mumbles, waving a little at them.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself?” The boy with the accent asks, taking a tentative step towards Jeongin.

“I got lost,” Jeongin admits, his bottom lip trembling a little.

“Hey, it’s okay,” the third voice says softly, walking a little closer to Jeongin. “I’m Changbin, and this is Chan and Jisung.”

The other boys wave slightly when Changbin says their names.

Jeongin sniffles softly and nods before murmuring, “I’m Jeongin.”

“Nice to meet you,” Chan hums.

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* • ˚《

Jeongin decides to stay with the others, following along with them, happy to have company again. He hadn’t been this happy in longer than he’d care to admit, never truly having had friends before.

“Where are we going?” Jeongin asks, kicking a pebble along as they walk, watching it bounce and roll ahead of him.

“My house,” Changbin states, his tone sharp.

“Why?” Jeongin asks innocently, looking between the three boys.

“Money,” Changbin grumbles, Chan lightly smacks his arm, mumbling for him to be nicer.

“We’re gonna open a circus!” Jisung chirps excitedly, grinning over at Jeongin.

“Wah~ really?! What are you gonna do?” He inquires, his eyes sparking with excitement.

“I don’t know yet,” Jisung mumbles, his eyebrows furrowing in though. “You’re gonna join us though, right?”

𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞..

𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞..

𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑛𝑒 ▸ 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑜 ▸ 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒

❝sorry, my break is over... but uh, here’s my number. you should call me the next time you decide to come here.~❞

❝𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆...❞

⠂⠂⠂◉▸ Xu Minghao, a delinquent person, commiting minor crimes here and there. But his greater crime is breaking hearts of sweet innocent people. He knows how to play. He's the ace of the game. He broke a good amount of people in his life, that he can't even keep up counting with his fingers. ◂◉ ⠂⠂⠂

❝𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒈-𝒐𝒇-𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉❞

⠂⠂⠂◉▸ But what if someone managed to woo this heartbreaker racer's heart? How will he feel about loving someone and being loved back? This never happened to him before but it's his turn to play his own game and do anything to win you in a tag-of-war for your heart. A race to chase your heart. But in fear of breaking it's preciousness. He fears to hurt you.◂◉ ⠂⠂⠂

❝𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝑰'𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒉❞

Originals: @yanlee and @/switchxu

The Tragic Hao Triplets (and secret quadruplet): @hopelessromantic-hao @hbxminghao @doctorsxminghao and me

Layout from: @/hopelessromantic-hao (yeah I have no originality)

(noun) . 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡. 𝘼𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥, 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚.

People keep telling me that I should be saving more for my future. I tell them that my future would be me living with penguins in an igloo in the Poles once I actually can't fund my travels anymore.

There's lots of netizens who for some reason keep up with my social media that think being such an avid traveller is bad. They're just jealous that even if I go country-hopping I can still get laid, lol.

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow, it's such an interesting feeling. So uh hi, I'm Lia. I got an extra one way ticket to Paris with me that's departing in 3 hours.. you wanna go have some croissants?

𝖂𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖙! 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎 𝕵𝖚𝖑𝖎𝖆 𝕵𝖎𝖘𝖚

↳⸼ ⸳ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ! ┆┐

❝ A werewolf will always look larger in the eyes that withhold fear. ❞

❝ Long live the queen of the moon. ❞

A werewolf - a very dubious pretext, one I can hardly accept. Werewolves are the unhealthy machinations of timid little minds.

Now, be off with you.

My sea of stars 🌙 @jaeminphxtos

OGs 🌙 @/yanlee @yanderesungie

Tw: Violence, murder, light gore

Changbin dropped to the floor, clutching his stomach with a groan, and flared up at his teacher.

“Dead,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes at the young boy at his feet. “You’re pathetic, you really think you’ll be able to live up to your parents standards?”

Changbin huffs softly as he struggles to his feet, not bothering to give a response, knowing it would only get him in more trouble. Instead, he Signalled that he was ready to continue sparing, getting a little lower to the ground.

He does his best to avoid his teachers blows, using his smaller stature to his advantage as he quickly moved around the man, managing to get in a couple hits. Unfortunately for him, Changbin didn’t have the upper hand for long, and soon was back on the floor again, his head spinning from a punch.

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

Changbin sat at the dinner table, a dark bruise blooming on his cheek in silence. The only real noise coming from the light clinking of utensils against the plates they ate off of.

“It’s useless,” his mother sighs, breaking the silence suddenly.

“What is?” His father asks, pushing his plate forward, folding his arms over his chest.

His mother nods towards Changbin and folds her hands in her lap. Changbin shrinks in on himself, slumping into his chair.

“You’re just realizing this now?” His father laughs, looking at his son with distain.

His mother sighs softly and shakes her head, “Maybe he just needs the right motivation.”

She stands up from the table and crosses the room, bringing a thin folder back to the table with her.

“Oh come now, he’s nowhere near ready for that,” his father scoffs, rolling his eyes at the folder.

“Is it truly a loss if he isn’t?” She quips sharply, callously tossing the folder towards Changbin.

Without even opening it, Changbin knew all too well what he would find in the folder. A picture, name, basic description, and location of a person that his family had been hired to kill. His hand shook lightly as he picked up the folder, opening it slowly to see a balding, chubby man in his mid forties smiling up at him.

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One week later, Changbin crept up to the back door of the man’s house, a variety of different knives and daggers strapped to his hips and thigh. He wasn’t sure wether or not it was his mother’s doing, but he was grateful for the fact that this job played to his strengths.

He easily snuck in through a second floor window, climbing up the gutter along the side of the house. He glances around the room, staying as quiet as possible as me listens for any indication on where the man might be. Changbin quietly crept out of the room he was in and made his way into the hall, looking around for signs of anyone coming.

He slowly made his was to a balcony, getting a nice view of the bottom floor. In an open room off to the left he saw the man, reclined in a chair as he read the newspaper. Changbin grasped one of his throwing knifes, knowing full well that he could take the man out from where he stood. He let out a deep breath as he aimed.

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed as he put the knife away. ‘What was the point?’ He wondered, slowly backing away from the railing. Even if he was successful, he knew that his parents wouldn’t be proud of him. It would only buy him a few more days of them not criticizing his every move. He quickly and quietly left the house from the same window he entered from.

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Changbin didn’t even bother heading back home, there was no point in showing his face around his family again, he was well aware of that. He knew of a town not too far away, one that his parents constantly complained about; saying that it was filled with low income families and homeless people on every block. At least he’d fit in there.

It didn’t take long for the crumbling buildings to come into view, and he soon understood why his parents complained so much, though at this point he supposed he didn’t really have a choice.

He did his best to look casual, hiding his knives and daggers under his clothing, and started to walk along the streets, keeping his head down in hopes of going unnoticed.

From the road, Changbin heard an argument from inside one of the buildings, the words getting clearer as he approached.

“I swear that’s all we have,” a boy with a strange accent insisted.

“Please just leave us alone,” a second begged.

Changbin’s stomach turned, judging by their voices the boys were around his age. One of the boys cried out in pain as the other begged for whoever was hurting him to stop.

Cursing under his breath, Changbin darted into the building and saw a large man pinning one of the boys to the wall, holding him there by his throat as the other cowered in the corner.

Without hesitation, Changbin pulled out a throwing knife and hurled it into the back of the man’s skull, hitting his target with a sickening thud. The man crumpled to the ground as Changbin approached the two terrified boys.

“Are there others?” Changbin asks, stopping down to retrieve his knife from the man’s skull, unceremoniously wiping it clean on the fresh corpses shirt.

They both blinked at him and shook their heads ‘no,’ neither of them being able to find their voices.

Changbin then clued it to how scary he must’ve looked and quickly pocketed the knife. “Hey I’m not gonna hurt you, I just wanted to help,” he explains, looking at the two frightened boys with a softer expression.

“T-thank you,” the one who had been held against the wall squeaks as the other nods shyly.

“I’m Changbin,” he introduces himself, offering his hands to help the two boys to their feet.

“Chan,” the first one states, taking his hand as he rubs his throat with the other.

Tw: implied death (of children)

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭

𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, 𝐨𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲!"

Meet Xu Minghao, a brilliant and precise dancer and artist, who creates a song about his struggle to win the heart of the person of his dreams. Despite all of his efforts, Minghao just can't get a break from being shut down on all of his attempts to swoon them.

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭

𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮,"

Xu Minghao has tried everything; gifts to love letters, meetups to romantic outings, small talk to quality time, compliments to poetry, and further more. But he’s ran out of options, unable to win the person of his dreams. Yet, in the music video, it shows he had persuaded them, gaining what he worked so hard for. But is that what really happened? . . .

Are you destined to accept, or keep Minghao chasing for your love?

OGs: @/yanlee , @/switchxu

The Tragic Hao Triplets: coming soon . . .

"𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬..."

[𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...]

Tags❧

@/yanlee [OG] @yourchungha [OG chungha]

[OG angel] lmk

Humming softly to himself, Chan made his way back to his house, the grocery bags lightly swinging on his arms as the change in his pocket clinked with his steps. As he turned onto his street, he knit his brows in confusion, noticing that his parents car was no longer in the driveway. ‘Maybe mom forgot that we needed something else,’ he thought, walking up the steps to their house.

“They were out of the butter that was on sale so I got the cheaper one,” Chan announced, closing the front door behind him as he slips off his shoes.

Silence.

“Mom? Dad?” He calls, looking around as he walks into the kitchen, his face riddled with confusion. He sets everything down on the kitchen counter before starting to wander around the house. “Hannah? Lucas?”

Chan looks everywhere, all the bedrooms, the bathrooms, the basement, and even goes as far as peaking into the small crawl space of an attic; calling out to them only to get nothing in reply. He eventually makes his way back to the kitchen and starts to put everything away, only noticing now that his shoes were the only ones by the front door.

‘Where did they go,’ Chan wondered, unable to shake the uneasy feeling that was beginning to settle over him. Try as he might, he wasn’t able to come up with a good explanation as to where they’d all gone and why they’d left without him.

|××××××××××|××××××××××|

Three days had gone by and Chan still hadn’t heard or seen his family. As much as he didn’t want to accept or believe it, he knew they were gone and never coming back. His next surprise came in the form of a ‘for sale’ sign staked in the front yard.

The sound of a car door slamming jolted him from his thoughts, and for a brief moment, he thought his family had come home. That was until he heard the unfamiliar voices approaching the door. His blood ran cold as he heard someone trying to unlock the door. Moving purely on instinct, Chan bolted down the hallway before hoisting himself up into the attic crawl space, thankful that the door had a double lock. He’d just managed to clamber in and out of sight as the door swung open, a realtor and a young couple entering the house.

Chan closes the hatch as quietly as he can before pressing his ear to it, trying his best to hear the conversation. “The previous owners left everything to the bank so the house comes with all the furniture,” a muffled voice states.

“So they left all of this?” A female voice pipes up.

“What happened?” A man chimes in, sounding a little skeptical. The conversation continued on, too muffled for Chan to hear what they were saying.

“... from what I know, they were behind in their bills. Selling the house was their only option,” the first voice explains after a few minutes.

Chan’s heart drops as he listens; it was obvious that his family had been struggling, despite their attempts to hide it and act like everything was fine. But that still didn’t explain one thing, why leave him behind?

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Chan stays in his spot in the attic until everyone leaves the house, only moving again when he hears the cars pull out of the driveway. Slowly moving his stiff limbs, he drops down from the crawl space and looks around the house, feeling like an intruder. Unsure of what else to do, Chan grabs a bag and packs it with some clothes, food, and all the money he can find. He shoulders his bag awkwardly as he glances around the living room one last time, prepared to leave the only home he’d ever known.

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As the sun begins to set, Chan wanders the emptying streets, completely and utterly lost. He holds his bag tight to his side as he looks around the desolate area, the further he walked, the more decrepit the buildings became.

Exhausted, Chan trudges into a small alley and leans heavily against the dirty wall, slowly sliding down it as he sits down. He hugs his bag to his chest, looking around as he shrinks in on himself.

“Did your place close too?” A small voice asks, causing Chan to jump.

He looks up to see a painfully thin boy standing in the opening of the alley, a tattered backpack slung over his shoulder.

“My-my place?” Chan asks, looking up at the small boy in confusion.

“Yeah your orphanage,” the boy says with a nod, moving to sit down in front of Chan. “Mine closed about two weeks ago now.”

Chan shakes his head, not exactly knowing how to respond, and draws his knees up to his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay you can stick with me!” The boy chirps with an uncertain smile. “I-I’m on my own too.”

Figuring that he didn’t really have another option, and that the boy seemed honest enough, Chan nods and extends out a hand.

“My name is Chan,” he greets, his voice coming out a little rough.

𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑛𝑒 ▸ 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑜 ▸ 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒

❝sorry, my break is over... but uh, here’s my number. you should call me the next time you decide to come here.~❞