one thousand
one thousand
chanyeol-centric → pg-13, 258 words
requested by silchild
a/n: not exactly sure what the hell this is but I wanted to try something new, LOL. idk, I've always been interested in exo's trainee days & I wanted to write about how people aren't always who we think they are. basically a "darker" take on every member, I guess? not sure but I kinda want to do a drabble series of this for all the exo members? thoughts? and who should be the next member? hehehe~
One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three-one thousand…
Chanyeol finds himself chanting this under his breath as he sluggishly heads home, feet slightly dragging against the pavement.
Tired, sweaty, and utterly exhausted, sometimes Chanyeol wonders why he puts up with this; with everything really.
Is it because of the idea of fame and fortune? Probably, but then again he’s never been one to shy away from the spotlight if given the chance.
People say he’s tall and handsome: you could be a celebrity if you really wanted to, Chanyeol.
Those words still ring in his ear to this day, but they’ve lost their meaning.
Then again, Chanyeol’s probably lost himself in the midst of the fast-paced life he’s living.
Clumsy feet and hands grappling for something to hold, slurred words and random fits of laughter. Chanyeol’s in a drunken stupor again. Over what? He doesn’t even know but being wasted is a better option than most now.
He shouldn’t be drinking but he is and well, it’s too late to regret it. Chanyeol leans against the wall outside of the night club, head pounding and hair sticking to his forehead.
Ridiculous.
That’s the only word Chanyeol can use to describe his life.
His girlfriend is nice and pretty. She has a heart of gold and she loves children and she likes him.
Chanyeol doesn’t really like her though, but she makes for some nice eye candy.
He’s not sure when he became such a douche bag.
What happened to Park Chanyeol?
Who the hell knows? He certainly doesn’t want to.
chanyeol-centric → pg-13, 258 words
requested by silchild
a/n: not exactly sure what the hell this is but I wanted to try something new, LOL. idk, I've always been interested in exo's trainee days & I wanted to write about how people aren't always who we think they are. basically a "darker" take on every member, I guess? not sure but I kinda want to do a drabble series of this for all the exo members? thoughts? and who should be the next member? hehehe~
One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three-one thousand…
Chanyeol finds himself chanting this under his breath as he sluggishly heads home, feet slightly dragging against the pavement.
Tired, sweaty, and utterly exhausted, sometimes Chanyeol wonders why he puts up with this; with everything really.
Is it because of the idea of fame and fortune? Probably, but then again he’s never been one to shy away from the spotlight if given the chance.
People say he’s tall and handsome: you could be a celebrity if you really wanted to, Chanyeol.
Those words still ring in his ear to this day, but they’ve lost their meaning.
Then again, Chanyeol’s probably lost himself in the midst of the fast-paced life he’s living.
Clumsy feet and hands grappling for something to hold, slurred words and random fits of laughter. Chanyeol’s in a drunken stupor again. Over what? He doesn’t even know but being wasted is a better option than most now.
He shouldn’t be drinking but he is and well, it’s too late to regret it. Chanyeol leans against the wall outside of the night club, head pounding and hair sticking to his forehead.
Ridiculous.
That’s the only word Chanyeol can use to describe his life.
His girlfriend is nice and pretty. She has a heart of gold and she loves children and she likes him.
Chanyeol doesn’t really like her though, but she makes for some nice eye candy.
He’s not sure when he became such a douche bag.
What happened to Park Chanyeol?
Who the hell knows? He certainly doesn’t want to.