-he shifts his weight from one foot to the other impatiently for the umpteenth time today as he continues his lecture that seems to drag on forever, and even the students seem to notice his rushed attitude, snickering every once in a while as he slips up, occasionally calling ‘synonyms’, ‘cinnamons’ and generally just becoming a big mess of limbs that manages to trip on its on two feet. The clock seems to be merciful as it reaches 5:00PM and he dismisses the students with a quick wave and watches them all shuffle out the open door, the last one giving a sheepish smile and bow to him, earning a wide, full grin in return- See you Monday, Chorong-ah. Be safe on the weekend. -he sends her off with another wave and quickly packs his things with one hand, the other swiping his phone unlocked to read the less than punctual texts, rolling his eyes as he locks up his briefcase and tugs it in tow, shutting the door behind him and fumbling to get his keys in the right slot as he locks the door and all but runs over to his car, the key in the ignition and revving up the vehicle as he texts out a quick reply, everything he’s doing completely rushed and hasty-
[text - Queen Ashe:] I’ll be there in ten, my Queen.
[text - Queen Ashe:] AND MY LECTURES ARE NOT BORING, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
(/wiggles around on her bed as her backside is exposed to the wintry breeze sneaking in through her bedroom’s cracked window, shivering a bit at the unexpected coolness before rolling off onto the floor, quickly moving to close said window) I hate the cold. (/she bounces in place slightly in an attempt to warm herself before walking over to her nightstand, opening the drawer and fishing out her favorite pair of ivory stockings, pushing up her skirt so she can wrap her lace garter belt around her waist and slide the hosiery up her soft legs, hooking the straps to the band. She looked herself over in the mirror once more, flashing a cheeky smile at her appearance before grabbing her phone and practically skipping into the living room, checking her new texts)
[Text to: Dumb Prince] You’re just boring in general. <3
[Text to: Dumb Prince] Take your time, though. The roads are kind of slick and I don’t want anything bad to happen.
[Text to: Dumb Prince] Plus I’ve got something to take care of anyway~
(/sets her phone on the table next to the sofa and hurries into the kitchen, searching through cabinets and drawers until she finds her target: matches. She spends the next few minutes bouncing around her large flat, lighting the fifty billion decorative candles that are placed sporadically throughout the apartment before dimming the overhead lights to a setting more similar to a dusky glow. Returning to the couch, she plops down onto her favorite – and slightly overused – cushion, crossing her legs to cover her bare bottom as she waits for you to walk through the door)
Happy Birthday Park Chanyeol!
Chanyeol laughing so hard he hit his head on the wall ヽ(；▽；)ノ
chanyeol and luhan singing bap’s warrior
to say you’re perfect would be an understatement
