sort of a companion to the previous chapter? ish. idrk lol.

i'm not sure where a lot of you are coming from, but in america, 4/20 is a slang term involving .

so enjoy some more canadian grass!

disclaimer: pot is actually extremely illegal to have in korea. also, i've never actually smoked pot/ingested pot/anything pot-related so please suspend all disbelief.

also, happy belated birthday, luhan!

Park Chanyeol is at it again.

Ukukele perched on his knee (his bro Yixing had snapped one of his guitar strings and had forgotten to fix it), he sits outside a park, strumming and humming to another Bob Marley song and holding his can out to the occasional passerby to see if he can collect any change.

(He does end up getting ₩1000 from an extremely confused foreigner, who asks for a picture. Chanyeol panics and says no, chasing the man down while waving his ukulele and screaming in a language that sounds remarkably unlike any language ever spoken in the history of the world.)

Naturally, he's quite hungry after exerting such energy to chase after the man (in Chanyeol's defense, he'd thought that the man said "take a suture," and Chanyeol rather liked having his body unblemished, thankyouverymuch), so he glances around him and pulls out his Samsung Galaxy S5 (let it be remembered that Chanyeol is not acutally a hobo, and has fans with extremely deep pockets, although he is actually rather broke, since SM's owned his soul since 2008) and dials up his #1 homie, Krisus from the West Galaxy.

"Ey bratha! Whas' goin'?"

"Chanyeol are you ing kidding me I am an extremely busy man—"

"Bros before hooooooooooooooos!"

The sound of a palm hitting a forehead