“Baek, I can’t-“ “I know…”, Baekhyun looks down at the floor, taking a small step away from the other, only it feels so much bigger. He looks up and sees Chanyeol’s eyes widening, hand reaching out for him, because neither of them wants this. They shouldn’t be arguing about things that can’t be fixed, situations they can’t escape, people whose

In which Park Chanyeol would rather stare at ceiling stains than do much of anything else, and it takes meeting a soft boy with bitten lips to make him see that it's okay to be a little self-destructive sometimes. 

“When you touch your soulmate for the first time, you’ll be able to see all the colours. Until then, you’ll only see one half of the spectrum, and they’ll only see the other half.”, everyone had told him from a very young age, when he’d wondered why he couldn’t see the colours of leaves falling from a tree in mid-October, or the flames of a cigarette lighter his father used, or the sun’s rays in summer. 

Baekhyun is in a relationship with a blanket hog. 

“You’re gonna ruin me one day”, he whispers to the peacefully asleep boy, whose only response is a quick frown, “And I won’t be able to stop you.”

kilig (n.)- the inexplicable rush of joy and the delightful feeling that sends shivers of pleasure down the spine

Chanyeol orders takeout online and puts "send a cutie" in the special request box, and Baekhyun shows up at his door with the takeout 

He’s like clockwork. Every day, at lunch, he comes over and asks Baekhyun to go out with him. 

tumblr prompt: “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting very suspicious” [

They meet on a snowy winter morning, in the middle of a crowded bus-stop in Seoul, with the air around them freezing cold and with a wind that bites at any exposed skin it can reach. 

Baekhyun can't sleep so he wakes Chanyeol up, too. Sleepy cuddles happen. 

Chromesthesia (eng. krō-mes-ˈthē-zh(ē-)ə) is the phenomenon in which a non-visual stimulus (such as sound) causes an experience of colour. Simply put: when you hear sounds, your brain also registers them as colours.

His heart swells three times its usual size, beating painfully against the confines of his chest, and he's reminded once again how much he loves this boy. Loves every part of him, especially in moments like this, when it's just the two of them beneath warm sheets and no intention of g

He fumbles and misses and the melody is so out of tune that it's painful, even to his own ears, and he cringes at the mistakes his hands make, still shaky, still not cooperating with his brain, still ruining him. Baekhyun laughs, and Chanyeol can feel it throughout

This is one of those movie moments, he thinks. The ones where the main character finally realizes something grand, and then there are confessions and kissing and fireworks. Or, there are confessions and rejections and sad, instrumental music playing in the baackground while the main c

Baekhyun hums, happy, and copies the other boy shamelessly when he says, “one more”.