invader invader ★ jongin + chanyeol

magicyeol:

From the moment the other took a step into his house, Chanyeol knew this was going to be fun. A small smile pulled at his lips as he continued what he was doing, not even glancing up at the house owner as he finished with the carrots (or what he assumed was). He took the cooked chicken off the pan and sets it on another plate, being careful not to burn himself. Then he pours oil onto the pan and takes the cooked rice (thankfully that looked the same) into the pan to fry.

Chanyeol couldn’t hold back the giggle when he heard his voice squeak. He couldn’t deny the fact he found it cute, although from his experience he found that telling another man that usually lead to them being insulted, so he decided against saying it aloud. He looked up after he deems the rice will be safe for a few minutes. His smile widened when he saw who owned the house, glad to have run into another familiar face.

“I’m Chanyeol,” he replied to the other calmly as he grabbed a knife. “I’m in your kitchen so I can cook something to eat,” he stated while motioning with the knife to the rice that was browning. “I hope it turns out alright.” He started to chop the chicken into small pieces after.

He couldn’t hold back the laugh the slipped from his mouth when his outfit was brought up. With an amused glint in his blue eyes, he looked up at Jongin. “Because where I was before only had this for me to wear,” Chanyeol tried to stifle his chuckles as he continued, “and I could take it off, but cooking naked isn’t the safest thing to do.”

It took the poor confused boy a good 30 seconds to process the situation he was in, mouth agape, before shaking his head, as if it would make his soon-to-be-coming-headache go away. His first instinct was to chase this drag queen replica immediately out of his house, or to call the cops and get help from neighbours — But then again, when he reconsidered it, it wasn’t everyday he had someone cooking for him. Jongin really missed the taste of home cooked food. Unless it was a visit to his parent’s house or until he got married, he doubted he’d get a taste of it anytime soon. Might as well, he frowned. The food that the stranger was cooking looked edible and smelled good anyway. It was better than calling up pizza delivery again.

“So.. Chanyeol.” Jongin said slowly, still in a state of shock. “I’m going to assume that you’re a—.. Nanny of some sort, because you look like you can cook and you’re dressed in a maid outfit. Normally, I wouldn’t allow anyone to just saunter into my apartment and whip up whatever they like, but considering the fact that you’re cooking for me, I’ll let you go.” Inching his way closer to the other, he leaned against the kitchen counter, just a few feet away from Chanyeol. “I’m letting you cook dinner, but on one condition. That,” he pointed to the dress that was donned, “Has to go.”

Perhaps he was coming off as bossy, but what could you expect from someone who was CEO of a line of fashion boutiques? It only made sense for him to have a sense of fashion. Jongin found it almost painful to have to stare at someone dressed in such a way. And sure, the lolita dress was pretty, with expensive looking fabric and intricate lace designs. But when worn by a guy, Chanyeol frankly didn’t do the dress any justice at all. “I’ll go see if I have anything for you to change into.” The ravenette strolled out of the kitchen, wondering how long more was this man going to stay for. Jongin won’t even mind if he stays forever — As long as there was someone cooking for him. 

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“不是我不伤心,
而是我忘了怎么表达;
不是我不爱他,
而是这爱藏在我内心的深处。”

You’re a little special.

ya-reckon:

I want to experience living life in a big city at some point.

(Source: R2--D2)

tetsujinlau:

23/∞ favorite korean songs (in no particular order)

Electroboyz - Ma Boy 3 (feat. Nana of After School)

I’m only thinking about you again today
I can’t sleep
I miss you
Will you warmly and tightly hug me?
Oh ma boy, I really love you
Why don’t you know my heart?

[ chinese is the bane of typist’s existence ]

kai → 10 corso como seoul melody

(Source: chanyeolsvoice)

10/20 Taeman

Sir | Zitao & Jongin

androgeneticshadows:

Events were always a great source of income and Zitao had been ecstatic when he was approached to work a fashion show, thoughts of money clouding his “brain” for days before the events was actually scheduled to take place. On the night of the event, he lightly styled his red hair and dressed in a simple black suit to appease the company that had hired him—some uppity fashion company that he had seen in several magazines. He was to be as stunning as the models walking the runway, and as he walked out the door of his dingy apartment, he winked at the mirror adorning the wall beside the entryway, admiring himself before making his way to the venue.

The first hour or so had been easy and he didn’t have a problem serving any of the guests at the show, quickly fetching drinks and being ignored after giving his expert service. However, once the drinks were consumed by the humans filling the building, slipping in and out of interactions began to get harder as he went, hands finding their way to his body, several guests touching and flirting with him as he attempted to walk to and from the bar.

“Aish—“ Zitao grumbled to himself as he approached one of the lesser annoying humans, putting on a smile as he nodded to the male, eyes perfect crescents as his lips curved. “And what can I get for you, sir?”

Jongin drove up his BMW to the front of yet another fancy hotel. Frankly, he’s lost count of how many runways and opening parties he’s attended ever since he went into the fashion industry, and this one didn’t seem any different. The hotel was illuminated in gold lights, and guests were streaming in, greeted by the doormen and other butlers on duty. It looked rather grand, to say the least. Everyone was in their best clothes, and Jongin had donned one of his newer tuxedos, this time with a bowtie instead of his usual black tie at work. He actually bothered to put in half an hour’s worth of time into waxing his hair, because he heard that one of the big fashion designers was going to be present at the occasion. Always good to prepare for business opportunities, no?

After passing his car to one of the men for parking, Jongin reminded himself to be a socialite for tonight, just for tonight. The ravenette was really quite an anti-social person normally. Even at events like these, he’d just sip a cocktail at a dark corner, watching in amusement at the many things that could be happening in the vicinity. He normally liked to see if he’d manage to spot a couple making out. Perhaps take a picture for future blackmail. Looking at the circumstances tonight, however, he needed to find more contacts and interact more with others. His father was expecting a rise in sales, after all. The boy sighs, standing at the entrance as he overlooks the crowd of bustling people, before pushing himself in and getting lost in the sea.

What seemed to be forever before Jongin finally managed to push himself out of the tight squeeze of bodies, lungs somewhat deprived of oxygen. So much for interaction — It was barely possible with the atmosphere, he couldn’t even seem to approach anyone because everyone was busy. Hence, it definitely surprised him that he was approached by someone for a change. His eyes widened as he turned to look at the other who had seemed to ask him a question.

Oh, a bartender, was the first thing his brain registered. It wasn’t a fashion designer or anyone important, but Jongin figured it’ll be nice to have someone to talk to for the night anyway. Returning the smile, Jongin tilted his head slightly. “What drinks do you have on the menu, may I ask?”