A head had just hit the plush pillows tossed about the bed when the first tones went off. A groan left cracked lips, as the handheld sitting in its charger let out a low, long, continuous tone, followed by three high pitch ones. Standing up, Chanyeol was already pulling on his jeans that he had previously taken off, before the 9-1-1 operator came through in that same, monotonic voice.

Sanghyuk loved baseball. He has always loved the game. He started playing when he was young, starting off with tee-ball. It was his passion, his favourite pastime. He watched every game, no matter the team, and always criticised the players from his living room couch whenever they made an error.

There was a fog, clinging to the air. It wafted up in plumes throughout the room, leaving behind a haze of pink and orange. It smelled faintly like rose, a scent Sanghyuk was all too familiar with. It made him feel giddy, but not quite high. His mind was still with him, and he remembered what exactly he was here for. 

There was the opening, and the slamming of a door. In a drunken stupor, Sanghyuk knew he wasn’t thinking straight — but he also knew he couldn’t imagine what he saw. He knew he shouldn’t of gone to that party; he had far too much homework to do. But Jaehwan begged and begged, and who was the younger to say no?

He heard the sound of the wood smacking against the ice, before he saw the open passing lane. It was a clear indicator his left wing wanted the puck, and Chanyeol would gladly pass it to him. Working the black rubber against his stick, the centreman easily elevated it into a clean saucer pass, the puck connecting with his left winger’s stick. They were on the rush, a 2-on-1. The defense had no chance, as that one pass easily

There are many things in this world that are unexplainable. Sanghyuk never cared to pay attention, however. He was just a twenty-five year old, trying to make it through life with no hitches. He had graduated with a four-year degree in cilmatology, and now had a job in a book store with one of his close friends while he searched for a more permanent job.  But, while on his annual winter hike, something made him want to pay attention. It was shrouded in red, something that contrasted i

Sanghyuk wanted to stay eighteen forever. 

Sanghyuk normally doesn’t feel many emotions. He taught himself not to after so long of harvesting souls, and torturing the corrupt ones. But he felt something when a soul arrived in the underworld, a broken one, beaten from his time on the surface, red and cracked. He felt something akin to pity, so instead of sending

The snow fell steadily as Chanyeol sat in front of the warming fire, a glass of scotch in his hand, the ice slowly melting. He was waiting.

Short fluff about Chanyeol being hoplessly in love with EXO's main vocal, Byun Baekhyun.  Edit: Now going to be a series of five or six drabbles.  

It was way past midnight, and Ravi just couldn't get the dance right.