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part two hundred and fifteen
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team chanyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-13 03:25 am (UTC)(link)Chanyeol was lost. Chanyeol was fucking lost as shit.
Let’s go camping, Jongdae had said. It’ll be fun, Baekhyun had said. No one had said anything about waking up with a massive hangover and no memories of the night before in the middle of the fucking forest.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, Chanyeol pulled his phone out of his pocket. Still no service. He carefully weighed his options. One seemed to be to lie down on the ground and wait for sweet death to take him. The other was to start building a giant SOS out of branches and somehow magically light them on fire…
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a rustling in the trees. Oh, great. A bear had decided to come and make his decision easier for him. But, no...those were eyes. Those were human eyes!
“Hey!” Chanyeol called out, his voice raspy and head pounding, pressing a hand to his forehead as he stumbled toward the movement. “Hey, wait, can you help me?” The eyes had disappeared and Chanyeol was beginning to wonder if he had officially lost it, barely able to keep himself upright as he pushed his way through the branches. It’s not like he had any other ideas, right?
Suddenly, the trees decided to stop hitting him the face and he found himself in a clearing. A clearing with what looked like it might have been a fire pit, and a human. A human wearing nothing but a loincloth, like Tarzan or some shit. A nearly naked human staring at him with the biggest eyes he’d ever seen.
“Um, hello,” Chanyeol started to hold his hand out for a handshake and the other man pulled away from him immediately, eyebrows drawn together, somehow looking simultaneously scared and judgemental. Chanyeol let his hand fall away and held them out, hoping to show that he was no threat, crouching down to make himself as small as the other as he moved in closer.
Eventually the stranger seemed to decide that Chanyeol was no threat to him and he sat back down, turning his interest instead to whatever kind of meat he held in his hand, tearing into it with his teeth. By this point Chanyeol decided that he had definitely officially lost it, shrugging as he sat across from him, feeling like maybe this man who was half his size might be able to protect him.
“See, my friends had the awesome idea for this graduation camping trip in the middle of nowhere, but none of the chicks we invited showed up, right? So it’s just me and these lame asses, getting completely shit faced drunk...and then Jongdae bets me that I couldn’t piss far enough to hit this tree from the tent. Which I totally could, but I missed for some reason, and then I had to drink even more…”
The stranger showed no sign that he could even hear Chanyeol, let alone that he was listening or understanding, but it was nice to let everything out after an entire morning of being alone with nothing to say. He took his snapback off and twirled it around, frowning and trailing off as he realized just how dirty it had gotten (Jongdae was definitely buying him a new one) when he was interrupted by meat being shoved in his face.
“Ah...no thank you,” he managed as politely as possible, bowing his head and grinning widely at the offer. The other man was insistent, though, leaning in closer until he was almost poking him in the face with his food offering, and a sudden wave of fear washed over Chanyeol when he locked eyes with his even stare.
“Right. Thank you,” Chanyeol quickly amended as he accepted the meat and tried to tear into it, struggling to swallow and smile at the same time. The stranger was appeased, for now, sitting back with a nod and going back to ignoring Chanyeol’s existence. Yeah, whatever glimmer of hope he’d had had definitely faded. He was still gonna die.
Re: team chanyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-13 03:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: team chanyeol
(Anonymous) 2014-07-13 05:50 am (UTC)(link)