Original Sleepy Hollow

Park Chanyeol was always hungry.

That was the first thing you really noticed about the spindly schoolteacher.  Other than his size, that is. Chanyeol was monstrous tall, true, but that glorious height was all to waste, as he was also possessed of the spindliest body that you had ever seen, with rawboned wrists poking out of rusty black sleeves, and knock-knees barely constrained by their stockings.  His impossibly long arms and legs ended in hands and feet large enough to resemble shovels--the knuckles of his thick fingers perpetually red with cold, even on the hottest summer day--and his ears constantly looked as if they were about to take flight. On top of that his large, shining, dark-circled brown eyes made him look like nothing so much as a poor starving waif, full-grown.

Townsfolk often muttered that, seeing his clothes fluttering about his lanky frame on a windy day, one could easily mistake him for an escaped scarecrow.  

That wasn’t to say that he didn’t hold his own, peculiar charms.  Indeed, he was the closest approximation of a personage of learned elegance to be found in your drowsy little town, and there were plenty of the sisterhood of your fairer who found him downright urbane, for not only did he have his vocation to recommend him, but he also taught singing, as well as the finer points of partnered dance.

In fact, if you weren’t already half in love with Do Kyungsoo, or Ppyeo Kyung, as the town liked to call him--as much for his brash, and rough and ready ways, as for his thickly muscled arms and thighs--the  peculiar charms of Park Chanyeol may have almost spirited you away. Yes, if it weren’t for your heart already having been half stolen by Kyungsoo--though you would certainly never tell him that!--it’s possible that you would not have noticed that the shining eyes, and flushed cheeks that Chanyeol always displayed when around you were not quite directed toward your own illustrious person, but more toward your mother’s autumnal tea table.