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dilxcc · 2 months

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Heyyyyy!! I was wondering if you could do a little something with Chanyeol were he and reader are working on a song together and everything is being recorded and they become really close and when the video is posted the fans love their chemistry and they beg them to make more music together and in one of the videos they forget that they’re being recorded and they kiss or something 😅(it’s cool if you don’t want to take this request)

a bit too close ᡣ𐭩 park chanyeol

fluff, kinda slowburn, friends to lovers, love confession, mutual pining, a little bit of kissing🧍, reader is so in love with him, grammatical error

chanyeol x f!reader

a/n idk if this is good but i hope you like it 😭

"i think it would sound better if you..." his words fell on deaf ears as you admired him. it was clear to everyone how head over heels you are for him. the way his bangs fell over his forehead, the way his dimples showed at the slightest smile, the way he would cover his mouth slightly when he was complimented.

"y/n? did you hear what i was saying?" chanyeol waved his hand in front of you, causing you to snap out of your stupor. "sorry?" you blinked, eyes slightly widened. "as i was saying, i think it would sound better if you soften your voice a little at this part," he repeated, chuckling softly at your antics.

you leaned closer to him and looked at the printed lyrics that were full of his scribbled notes. "which part?" you inquired, your eyes scanning through your part. his finger pointed out to the closing part. you flinched slightly when you felt his touch on your face. "your hair was in the way," he admitted, acting as if tucking your hair behind your ears was the most natural thing to do.

your cheeks burned slightly and you stepped a few steps back. "right," you stuttered slightly, now fixing your hair nervously. "oh, should we take a break? it's almost lunchtime," chanyeol muttered, looking at his phone's lock screen. you could only nod in reply, not trusting your voice to answer him. "what do you want? i'll order it for us," he scrolled through a food app.

soon enough, the two of you finished your recordings and it was finally time to leave the studio.

eris4life: did you guys see the way she was looking at him??? 👀

channielove: no wayyy did you not see the WAY chanyeol was looking at her??? eris4life: omg i just noticed! are we smelling something hereeee

kyungkyungsoo: omg they should totally collab more! they sound so good together!!!

baeksblub: guys... i think we're getting an announcement soon

you scrolled through the video's comment section, face flushing slightly because of how obviously you were staring at chanyeol. they even gave the exact time stamp! but the thought of chanyeol doing the same made your heart flutter. was he staring at you too? you hadn't noticed.

chanyeol on the other hand was smiling to himself while remembering the time you two were recording the song. his grip on the pillow grew tighter every time he remembered your smile. "hyung, he's at it again," sehun whispered in junmyeon's ear. "who's at what again?" junmyeon tilted his head slightly. kyungsoo pointed his finger toward chanyeol who was smiling ear to ear like a high school girl in love.

chanyeol was not the type to back down from a challenge. he considers talking to you more – getting to know you a challenge as not many people would have the courage to talk to the one they are interested in.

his finger hovers over your username, contemplating whether he should follow you or not. maybe this was a bad idea – that this was a very stupid idea. but hell, he loves stupid.

real__pcy

hey 🫣

were your eyes deceiving you or did you accept a new message from chanyeol?

y/n

hey 🫢

real__pcy

do you want to get coffee sometime? no pressure you can say no

the two of you somehow just clicked. chanyeol made you laugh so much. you made him laugh so much.

not even a year after your collaboration, the two of you were already planning a new song together. except this time, both of you were jumpy.

an accidental touch to the hand caused both of you to flinch and jump in the opposite direction. the sudden close distance made both of you stutter your words and look in the other direction. and the simplest eye contact almost caused you to ruin the whole song while recording.

you remind yourself to be mindful of your actions as the two of you are being recorded. but it was so hard sometimes when his closeness lingered a few seconds long. he probably hates you right? you were being awkward and unprofessional while recording.

"you two should take a break," the director instructed, getting up from his chair and walking out of the studio. you let out a sigh and sat down on the chair inside the recording room. and he followed suit. he carefully sat down beside you, hoping you wouldn't be uncomfortable. "so..." he started, his voice sounding awkward.

"i think you did great, by the way," he complimented, smiling shyly at you. "i think you did great, too," you returned the compliment. after a while, the silence returned. though this time, it wasn't as uncomfortable as it was a few minutes ago.

a few days later, the two of you returned to the studio for the final recording. due to both of you being incompetent, the recording time was longer than expected. your interaction a few days ago made both of you less skittish. except for the occasional awkward laughter.

at one point, you hadn't even realized that the two of you had gotten so close while inspecting the lyrics. "this part–" his words died down in his throat when his arm brushed yours. "sorry," he muttered but made no effort to move away. your eyes didn't peel away from his and instead, the two of you were leaning into each other's face.

with chanyeol being tall, he had to bend down a little. you closed your eyes, half-expecting for him to kiss you. while the other half; well...

his lips met yours in a slow yet sensual kiss. it wasn't rushed. and for some reason, it just felt so right. the world around you vanished and you could only feel the two of you standing there; in the room right now.

when you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and slowly regained his breath. "is it too late to admit that i like you?" he smiled, his cute dimples showing. you shook your head and smiled. "i like you, too,"

the video went viral just a few hours after being published.

chanslover: chanyeol please just one chance 😭😭

jonginreal: YESSSS THEYRE TOGETHER

junmyeonsfakecotton: my ship is sailing. i can finally die in peace.

baekshands: OMG OMG OMG TELL ME IM NOT DREAMING

kyungsoochest: you are not.

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exohoesworld · 5 months

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chanyeol day also being a huge part of exoplanet history like … its an exo showtime episode, an exoplanet concert special, exos first ever vlive, obsession comeback day … we love you chanyeol 🍒

#happy chanyeol day #park chanyeol #exo chanyeol #chanyeol #pcy #loey #exo

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dmumt · 10 months

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Chanyeol | Hear Me Out MV

#chanyeol #park chanyeol #pcy #exo #hear me out #exist #chanyeol gifs #exo gifs #hear me out mv

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rosabie · 1 year

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Cause you're the one I want

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eomayas · 11 months

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TOXIC CHANYEOL FF PLEASE

thanks for the req!🩷 this is not the end of toxic chanyeol on my page!!! i made it a lil smutty, hope you like it!

back 2 u • pcy [req]

pairing: toxic!chanyeol x f reader, established relationship

synopsis: chanyeol is a fuckboy and reader can’t seem to stay away

genre: angst, slight smut 18+ minors dni

warnings: swearing, manipulation, mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, reader doesn’t like sehun, reader and chanyeol don’t belong together, reader is mentioned to be a bit toxic herself! mentions of baekhyun, sehun, and kyungsoo.

all it took was one video taken from a fucked up angle, exposing everything that you never, ever wanted to see in your life, to you. it was so hard to miss, his dumb face smiling at the dumb girl sitting on his lap. you’re rarely ever grateful for sehun, that bastard, but god were you grateful for his stupidity and lack of awareness right now. because of him, you’re speeding down the freeway, on your way to a club to get you boyfriend in check, all thanks to his idiot friend posting a video of him at a club with the location attached. it was so easy, it almost felt like bait.

you practically whip your car into a group of people waiting to cross the street, but you couldn’t care less. you hop out of the car, severely underdressed for the club in a pair of black jeans, a black crop top, and black boots. but again, you couldn’t care less. the only thing on your mind was knocking some sense into your boyfriend and his best friend, in more ways than one.

storming up to the front of the line, you ignore the protests from the people behind you as you cut. you’ve never paid to get into a club, but there’s a first time for everything because you slap two 20s into the bouncers hand, and then you’re walking through a too-packed club.

you push your way through bodies, unsure of where you’re really going but knowing that you’ll find him regardless. it was so like sehun to expose chanyeol like that, whether he meant to or not. it’s not even the first time, either. last time he did it, it exposed that chanyeol lied about where he was going (strip club), and the time before that he exposed that chanyeol was hanging around other women when he specifically told you that there wasn’t going to be women around. of course, you knew he was lying each time, but to find out from that idiot sehun made everything worse.

your head swivels around as you push through the bodies, searching for an overly tall head, or an overly loud laugh to catch your attention, but the darkness and the strobe lights make it more difficult for you to see anybody or anything.

you practically make it to the end of the club, still not finding chanyeol. you stop for a moment and lean against the wall, fishing your phone out of your back pocket and dialing chanyeols number. your eyes scan the club as you listen to the phone ring; the chances of him answering are 50/50, but he knows exactly how you get when he goes out and doesn’t answer your calls or texts, so it would definitely be in his best interest to answer his phone.

like clockwork, though, he doesn’t. you scoff and go to call him again, but the spotting of baekhyun from across the way has your finger hovering in mid air and your feet power walking themselves over to him. “baekhyun!” you shout loudly, making a few people turn around, including the man himself.

when he sees you, he smiles, but his face quickly morphs into.. something else; a bit of panic. “y/n! what are you doing here?” he asks, pulling you in for a hug that you don’t reciprocate. out of all of chanyeols friends, though, you hated baekhyun and kyungsoo the least, but you still didn’t particularly like them.

“where’s chanyeol?” you ask, ignoring his question. baekhyun brings his hand up to his hair, and you know he’s about to lie. “don’t even fucking lie for him either, baekhyun. where is he?” his eyes dart around the club and you squint up at him, frustrated with the entire situation and just tired of it all. dealing with chanyeol is like an awful game of tennis that refuses to end. you’re both tied, but sometimes the score is 30-15, and nobody ever wins. it’s like cat and mouse, but a more demented version.

“uhh… if i tell you, do you promise to not cause a scene?” he asks.

“no. where is he?” you ask, grabbing onto his arm. he looks down at your hand that grips his forearm tightly, shocked at the strength of you. you see the surrender in his eyes and almost want to smiles, but you don’t.

baekhyun sighs. “fine. he’s back there, in the lounge. don’t get yourself arrested, alright? it’s summer,” he says, but you’re already taking off in the direction he pointed in. you beeline through people, shoving bodies harder than necessary but you’re on a mission.

you see chanyeol before you even get to the lounges, and the sight makes all of the air disappear from your lungs. a woman with dark hair sits on his lap, one of his legs in between hers. she’s turned around to face him, her face close to his ear, and his arms are wrapped around her middle, his left hand resting on her thigh. chanyeol is a lot of things, but honest isn’t one of them. you know you’ve definitely given him too many chances, but when things are good with him, they’re good; so good it’s like you’re floating on air.

pushing your hurt feelings away, you storm into the lounge area with a fire beneath your feet. you spot a disregarded drink on a table and grab it, walking up to chanyeol and the girl and saying, “what the fuck are you doing?” the drink in your hand cocked back and ready to be thrown.

chanyeol looks startled at your presence, his eyes wide. “y/n?”

“who the fuck are you?” you ask the girl, staring down at her. she looks up at you, and then back at chanyeol.

“is this your girlfriend?” she asks, and the words make your skin boil. he didn’t even have the decency to consider you before he sat down with her.

his hesitation to respond to the girl makes her scoff and get off of him. she gives you a pitying look that makes you feel embarrassed and like crying, and then she’s off. “don’t throw that,” chanyeol says, pointing at the glass in your hand.

“why shouldn’t i, asshole?” you manage to keep the tears out of your eyes by sheer willpower, but you feel like falling to your knees.

“because,” chanyeol says, standing up and ripping the glass out of your hands. he sets it down behind him and reaches for you, and you slap his hands away.

“don’t fucking touch me. i’m sick of you!” you say, stepping away from him.

“y/n, it’s not what it looked like,” he says plainly, like you only walked in on the two of them standing side by side and not her fully sitting on his lap and his hand inching up her skirt. “i don’t even know her.” he says, like it makes it any better.

“fuck you,” you say, turning to leave, drained from the whole situation. you start walking, practically running with how fast you’re moving. chanyeol reaches for you, capturing your wrist in his large hand and pulls you back towards him. “get off of me!” you yell at him, prying his hand off of you. he opens his mouth to say something, but you take off again.

he shouts your name the entire time you’re trying to leave, partly because he knows it’ll irritate you, and because he knows it’ll get your attention. “stop, chanyeol! just stop!” you shout once you get outside in the cold air. you wrap your arms around your midriff and huff out air.

“y/n, just let me explain,” he says, sliding out of his jacket and handing it to you. you look at it and shake your head, making him scoff. “don’t be dumb, y/n, it’s freezing. take it.” he says, and you snatch it out if his hands and slide it over your body.

“there’s nothing to explain! i know what i fucking saw—you can thank your best friend for that by the way,” you say, glaring up at him. chanyeol runs his hand through his hair and mumbles fucking sehun, and you rolls your eyes. “quit associating with dumb ass people, and maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.” but knowing him, and yourself, you’d find a way to be here.

he only licks his lips and looks at you, and you avert your gaze. if you look into those big, brown eyes that can make you melt with just one look, you’re screwed. “can you just let me explain myself?” he asks. the nerve.

you scoff. “if you’re going to justify you cheating on me, just save it,” you say, shaking your head. you glance around outside and notice that you’ve gained a small audience of the club goers. this is probably what baekhyun was talking about.

“woah, i didn’t cheat on you, let’s get that clear,” he says, a frown on his face. you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time, and put your hands in the pocket of his jacket.

“mhm. well, i’m over this, and you,” you say, turning around to leave. you hear his footsteps behind you, and try not to start running.

when you get to your car, you open the door but his hand stops you. “chanyeol, move. i’m serious,” you say, looking up at him. you bite the inside of your cheek as you try not to get lost in the look he’s giving you.

he moves, because he knows he’s got you still. all it takes is one look (and good pipe) to get you right back underneath him, where he likes you most.

you drive off, leaving chanyeol standing there, feeling proud of himself because if he didn’t have a reason to pull up on you unannounced tomorrow, you have his jacket.

you wake up bleary eyed, and a little disoriented. your back hurts from sleeping on your couch, and your legs feel stiff from sleeping in your jeans. an empty wineglass and half-empty bottle sit on the coffee table before you, and you move to clean up with a yawn.

after picking up the living room, you change out of last nights clothes and into a pair of shorts and a big tshirt. when you go to throw you clothes in the hamper, you see a pair of chanyeols boxers, and bite your bottom lip. you’re sure you’re done with him, but you don’t know if that was made clear last night. you consider calling him to tell him that it’s over, but that he’ll only see that as an invitation for him to come over and ‘change your mind’.

sighing, you toss your dirty clothes on top and pick up around your room, forcing your brain to not give a shit that a lot of the items in here are his. you don’t live together, luckily, but of course you both have things at each others houses. you just wish he didn’t have so much.

a knock on your front door makes you pause. you aren’t expecting anybody, but you have a gut feeling that you already know who it is. so you take your time answering, making your bed and tossing more dirty laundry into the basket. you fold your throw blanket, and even consider vacuuming, until insistent knocks start pounding against your door.

you rolls your eyes and slip into your slippers, and walk down the hall to your front door. you don’t bother checking, because only one person could be so annoying at 10 in the morning.

but you probably should have checked before, because when you pull the door open and see chanyeol standing there in a pair of gray sweats, a matching hoodie, jordans, and a backwarss cap, holding a bouquet of pink roses, you feel like sliding to the floor. he leans against the door frame in only a way that tall men can make look lazy in sexy way, and that makes you want to slam the door in his face. “good morning,” he says, his voice raspy like this is the first time he’s talked since waking up.

you only stare at him, an irritated look on his face, but your heartbeat is saying something different. “what do you want?”

he extends the flowers to you, which you take with a forced act of “i don’t give a fuck”-ness. “i want my jacket back. and to apologize,” he says, putting his hands in his sweat pockets.

“you could start with the apology, and then get all of your shit,” you say to him. a flash of disappointment crosses his face, but he quickly composes himself.

“y/n, i’m sorry about last night, and that i did what i did with that girl. you know i don’t ever want to hurt you, but i did, and i’m sorry that i caused you pain. you don’t have to forgive me right now, but i hope that you consider,” he says. you just stare at him blankly, wanting him out of your presence.

“get your shit,” is all you say before walking away to put the flowers in some water. and maybe you swing your hips a little bit because you know that he’s watching, but who can really say?

he goes down the hall to your room while you cut the ends of the flowers and find a vase to put them in. you then set them in the center of your dining room table. you glance down the hall and see chanyeol digging through the drawer that you let him have, and walk down to your room.

you stand in the doorway and watch him, to make sure that he gets everything out. he glances back at you when he feels your gaze on him. “are you just gonna stand there?” he asks.

“until you leave? yes.”

he sighs and straightens up, turning to walk over to you. you tense up as he gets closer, and focus your eyes towards the center of his chest. “y/n”, he says, trying to get you to look at him. you resist. “y/n, baby, i’m sorry. i really am,” he says, bending down to meet your eyes, and you make the mistake of looking at him.

you let out a pathetic sound that’s the cross between a sigh and a whimper, and he smirks at you, his hands coming around your waist. “chanyeol, stop,” you whine, barely putting any effort in getting out of his hold. “you’re such an ass. you keep doing this shit, and i’m tired of it. you say the same thing every single time!”

“i know, baby. and i’m sorry,” he says, burying his face in your neck. there goes that pet name that makes you want to slap him, and die in his arms.

chanyeol kisses your neck and you can’t help but bring your hand to take place in the hair at the nape of his neck. one of his hands moves from your waist to your ass, grabbing the flesh and pulling you closer to him. he gently bites your neck to test the waters, and you yank his hat, pulling him away from your skin to look at him. “stop that,” you say and he puts his hands up in surrender.

you both look at each other, and you make the mistake of flicking your eyes down to his lips. he smirks at you like the devil himself and says, “you can kiss me. i know you want to.”

and so you do, because fuck it. you always knew, in the back of your mind, that you’d both end up here. you always do, whether it’s you apologizing (rare) or him, this is always what happens the next day.

the kiss is messy and full of desire, his hands gripping your ass and yours pulling off his hat and throwing it across your room. you yank at his hair, and he lifts you up with ease and carries you over to your bed, throwing you down. he doesn’t waste any time pushing your shirt up and kissing your stomach before pulling your shorts down, settling in between your legs, the place where you love him the most.

and maybe this is why you always come back, because you know he’s about to give it to you good and eat you like a starved man.

#park chanyeol #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo #exo x reader #exo x you #exo chanyeol #chanyeol #chanyeol smut #chanyeol x you #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol imagine #chanyeol fic #chanyeol angst #pcy #exo pcy

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wolveswithblackpearls · 3 months

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🫧 sweet like a bonbon dessert

// each swirl deepens the flavour, babe 🫧

- admin s.

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starchild--27 · 5 months

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big puppy chanyeol

#chanyeol #park chanyeol #exo #exo chanyeol #loey #the eternity fancon #pcy #chanyeol ♡#HE IS SO CUTE HELP-

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diggi-ty · 3 months

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# ★ (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) chanyeol & lucas icons 120x120

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baconnotbaekhyun · 1 year

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🫶🏽

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lq-pcy · 7 months

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🦋🩵🪞✨

#pcy #chanyeol #park chanyeol #exo #s #if you havent heard his station 'tomorrow' trust me you should. it'll cleanse your brain and rinse your heart

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byunbaekhyunie · 9 months

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oh… ok I see how it is..

#he has no right using his ‘guy in a band’ appeal on me it’s fucked up #how dare he #pcy #chanyeol #loey

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yeolchendae · 4 months

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➳ Pairing: Chanyeol-centric ft. Jongin

➳ Genre: Dark Fantasy | Fairytale

➳ Warnings & Possible Triggers: Violence | Societal injustice

➳ Summary: Chanyeol has a secret talent and Kai is going to exploit it to change his fate.

➳ Word Count: 3.2K

➳ A/N: This story draws inspiration from a few historical inequities & injustices, if parts of it comes across as offensive, please feel free to message me privately. Quite a few of the terms were taken from or inspired by Russian, Mongolian, Kazakh & Korean, so if anything looks familiar…hooray!

All characters belong to fictional ethnic groups.

Many moons ago, there existed a small empire of three kingdoms nestled in the heart of a great forest. Through it ran a river which flowed into the sea. At the center of the forest resided the king and his noblemen in the Kingdom of Goros. Enclosed by a steep wall, one could not enter it except through a gate fortified on each side by stone giants.

Two kingdoms lay beyond the gates: Mongor occupied the perimeter surrounding the Outer Wall and Khizan the trees by the riverside. The Mongori were a people who lived by the sword and girded themselves with coin belts and circlets. The Khizani produced musicians and woodworkers with whom none could compare.

In an attempt to usurp the hermit kingdoms, Goros sowed seeds of discord. The King and his men drew up an alliance with the Mongori and forged a campaign that would draw a line between this new alliance and the people of Khizan. It was at this time that the Khizani earned a name that would taint them for centuries to come: Zvartaan, meaning ‘great monster’.

With the waters poisoned and men turned to beasts, there remained only one thing crucial to the purification of Khizan: bloodshed.

It is said that the approaching of a Mongori can be discerned by the sound of his coins, but on the Eve of a Thousand Tears, they stalked the blackwood forest, silent as thieves. A hundred Khizani perished by their swords and those who remained fled in the houseboats they crafted for sport. They sailed to the place where the river meets the sea and there they dwelt in a cave until at last a messenger, playing three melodious notes, deemed it safe to return.

But as the legends tell it, not all would return to Khizan. Those who did not are called, to this day, “the Lost Generation”.

The Khizani on land returned to a new order under which they were forced to submit: the Empire of Trikhan. They rebuilt humble dwellings using the wood of their houseboats. They reasoned that when all became well, they would craft them again, but with so many of their brethren lost, the knowledge to craft the boats would eventually pass from them too.

As the years went by, they came into conflict again with the Mongori, until the emperor from Goros brought an end to the hostility. A treaty was drawn up and the three kingdoms were ordered to fight no more. Centuries of violent conflict would be reduced to a blot on the scroll of history.

To this day, both sides remain scarred, but an echo from the past stirs the leaves:

Mongor cries with his brothers, but the tears of Khizan are scattered to the four winds. The heel of Goros crushes them both. This is the way of the Trikhan.

Chanyeol belongs to a guild of merchants recruited from Khizan, the descendants of a long tradition of music and craftsmanship. Although proud of this heritage, he is forced to cut his hair and tuck away his jewelry in order to find work. No one will hire Khizani who do not fit the imperial standard. He and all outsiders working in Goros are branded like cattle. Mongori receive a mallet, announcing proudly their workmanship, but Chanyeol’s wrist bears a word.

One fateful day, merchants arrive from an island far across the sea. They anchor ships adorned with precious stones, and present themselves handsomely dressed. Their trade in Goros proves detrimental for the guild. Chanyeol and the other men are denied entry due to the surplus of foreign goods in the market. Goros sneers at their tables and wicker baskets. Even the metalwork of Mongor is overlooked.

The kingdom grows bewitched by the merchants’ garments. They are unlike any they’ve ever seen, bearing the scales of a creature known as the Mulkus.

“Your Majesty, do hear us! It is a most magnificent fish, one that has evaded death for centuries. Its habitat is a cave guarded by monstrous sirens! We have found that the wearer of these scales will be invincible even in battle…” they say to the restless emperor.

Intrigued by their claims, the King of Goros sets course even in his dreams. No one in three kingdoms has ventured out to the open sea for centuries. The Khizani had been seamen in the time of his ancestors, but the knowledge is lost to them now. They are little more than squatters in his nearly perfect empire.

The Trikhan needs a capable navy and he will gather the strongest men to build it.

With the Guild being out of work, Chanyeol turns to hunting for sustenance and tinkering with his life-long project: a houseboat to sail uncharted waters. The others tease him to no end, calling him Khizan’s Noah. They crowd around watching him craft a boat they are certain will never reach the ocean. Sailing, which had once come easily to them, has been forgotten, after all. The sea is an unforgiving mistress. Many years ago she swallowed their people. They cannot suffer another loss so great.

In the privacy of his houseboat, Chanyeol plays the songs of his forefathers on a flute he keeps hidden in a crate.

Of the many injustices done to the people of Khizan, the confiscation of their flutes has been their greatest silencer. Following the Eve of a Thousand Tears, a rumour took weed that Khizani music possessed the ability to bewitch and curse.

Every last instrument was destroyed, save one. The flute is a wooden relic from the days of his forefathers, bound with leather talismans and carved with the tree that birthed Khizan and all of humanity.

Chanyeol no longer believes in the magic of his ancestors, but he believes there is power in music. When he plays the flute, the wind dances to The Song of Khyvel, trees bow in reverence, and even skittish fawns draw near.

He plays and the forest sings.

When at last the foreign merchants depart from Goros, the guild is welcomed through its gates once more. The men learn of the newfound craze for the Mulkus scales. The exorbitantly rich wear garments composed of them and those less-so wear them in the form of hair pins and jewelry. They also come to know of a decree calling able-bodied men to join the kingdom’s first sea voyage in over a century.

The guild heads to the recruitment grounds to try their luck, but some, including Chanyeol are barred from enlistment as there is a strict policy that only men and women from Goros & Mongor may join.

Chanyeol’s short hair and clothing give the illusion that he is not a barbarian, but his wrist reveals his true identity. Mongori have their mallet and Khizani the word Zvartaan.

The men who fail to be recruited return home, dejected. Chanyeol, angry and disappointed by his fate, turns to the unfinished work of his houseboat. He tries to fix a broken pane and abandons it frustratedly. He searches for his flute as it seems to have gone missing, but discovers instead a squatter who has been hiding in his boat.

“My flute, where have you hidden it, thief?” Chanyeol demands.

“I haven’t hidden anything. I’m merely holding it for you. I have a proposition that will benefit us both,” he replies slyly.

“I won't make deals with a criminal. Give me my flute.”

“No, not a criminal. Kai. I work in Goros as a messenger, a Knight Shadow, if that means anything to you” the man says. Shaking his sleeve, he allows the flute to drop into his waiting hand and then tosses it to Chanyeol, who eyes the flute warily.

Knight Shadows are traitorous. They sell the secrets of Khizan and Mongor. They’ve always made their bed with the enemy. Their clothing is black and they keep their hair long and tied back. Half of their faces are covered by a veil and their bodies are free of markings.

Behind every kingdom’s downfall is one of these sneaky messengers, but Kai does not appear ashamed of his occupation. His veil is lowered. Chanyeol can make out dark skin and sharp eyes lined with kohl. He speaks like a viper, striking up a deal that he will help Chanyeol finish building the boat and keep the secret of his flute, if he is allowed to stay.

Chanyeol agrees. Dangerous men pay Kai to tell them secrets. He is a shadow with lanterns for eyes, a man who does not exist and cannot ever exist. Unlike Chanyeol, he will always remain safe.

In the days that follow, Chanyeol works in the houseboat, foregoing meals and even putting aside his carpentry. Kai, who works only after sunset, bears witness to the futile, exhaustive work. His concern mounting, Kai lays out an elaborate scheme.

Forging a correspondence to the King of Goros, he details the existence of a Khizani sorcerer, the last of his kind, who can charm even sea monsters with his flute. He delivers it to the king himself, a dangerous stunt for one to pull without a summons.

“Your Majesty, I have seen him with my very eyes. If he can bewitch the mighty wolf, can he not tame a siren, perhaps tame the Mulkus you seek? Surely he would be an asset to your voyage…” He says to the King.

The king listens. He ponders. He dismisses the crafty Knight Shadow. He dreams once again of a sea voyage, this time, with a flutist at the helm.

One night as Chanyeol is playing his flute by the river, soldiers from Goros arrive to capture him. Kai follows behind in the shadows.

The carpenter is given a room of his own in the palace, servants, and a spread of fare that he has only dreamt of tasting. The soldiers do not speak to him. The maidservants eye him curiously but cower when he approaches. They exchange glances when his marked wrist hangs below the sleeve of the traditional robes of Goros.

How vulgar, they whisper, one to another, but their glimmering eyes follow him even to chambers.

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As Chanyeol turns in for the night, Kai peels himself from the shadows to make an appearance.

“Fit for a king, don’t you think?” He says, perching at the foot of the bed. He gathers a fistful of the silk sheets wistfully.

“I am rather skeptical of your claims of Shadow Knighthood,” Chanyeol says with a scowl, “you seem much better suited for trespassing.”

Kai greets him with a half-waisted bow. He opens his mouth to chastise the carpenter for being an ungrateful lout, but he decides not to mention that it was his plan that brought them to Goros in the first place.

Chanyeol seems to be in higher spirits, so he requests a song from the carpenter, the one that calls the birds.

For the first time, Kai sleeps peacefully within the walls of Goros.

A fortnight passes before the king summons Chanyeol.

“I must say, Boy, you are unlike anything I’ve seen and heard of your kind. You Khizani are but a handful in my empire and, yet, there is always some trouble with you lot, is there not? But, you, my Boy, you are exquisite! Tall, well-kempt, finely dressed. Pray tell, what is your name?”

Chanyeol’s teeth are closed, his tongue is pressed to the roof of his mouth in anticipation. His name in the ancient tongue means “flowering cherry” but in Goros, he is a beast.

“Loey,” he replies quietly, “Your Majesty, my name is Loey.”

”A fine name, yes, very much unlike those of your brothers, I’m sure. You Khizani have rather difficult names…”

Chanyeol keeps his head lowered and behaves as he has been instructed by Kai. He accepts every chalice and sweetmeat that comes his way. The King takes such a liking to him that he is offered a position in the army, should the scale voyage prove successful with his aid.

His instructions are to play without ceasing, upon command. According to the king, his music will be their most powerful weapon. As a man of integrity, Chanyeol wants to mention that he does not believe the flute is magic but he remembers Kai’s words to agree to everything the king says.

“To contradict and suggest anything other than what His Majesty says is akin to treason. Do not be a fool.”

Chanyeol is not a fool. The word Zvartaan echoes in his chest but he clears his throat, speaks delicately, and steps lightly.

Later, Chanyeol is given a soldier’s uniform and his arm is tattooed with symbols of Goros. His hair is cut very short on the sides, lending the illusion of a shadow of hair and left longer at the top, a style customary to the King’s Army.

Kai trains him to speak as though he has never set foot outside of Goros, and with each passing day, more of his vernacular is suppressed. Chanyeol hears the same words every day: “You are the King’s Man. Do not let them put you down.”

A month after his arrival to Goros, the naval ship, Krasdalya, sets sail. Chanyeol is treated with reverence but it angers him to see Mongori recruits in poor conditions onboard. During the voyage, he makes use of his status to advocate for their better treatment, an action that greatly astounds the army men.

Some whisper, saying that the flute player is a man of strange thought and dangerous ideas. Kai, disguised as a crewman, whispers back in Chanyeol’s favour, snuffing out the hearsay.

The Krasdalya drops anchor three days into their voyage, near the grotto spoken of by the foreign merchants.

Chanyeol is ordered to play and he does so nervously.

At first, the waters lay still, so he decides to play a musical trick his grandfather taught him: he plays the inverse of a melody he composed to lead birds away from a tree infested with poisonous moss.

The melody is haunting and peculiar. Kai’s ears twitch at the arrangement. His heart knows the song. He wonders why Chanyeol is playing the notes in such a peculiar arrangement.

The men on board listen in awe. None imagined they would hear a Khizani musician in this lifetime.

Suddenly, a soldier cries out “SIREN, OFF THE PORT BOW.”

At first there is one and then another appears, and again, another. Within minutes, a small pod rises from the deep, beautiful in all shades: two with skin navy as the night sky and others boasting skins of alabaster, coral, and brown.

Kai tears into the hem of his garment. Cutting small pieces of it with a knife he crumples them to place in his ears and pushes his way through the crowd of spellbound men in search of Chanyeol.

His unspoken duty is to protect the naïve carpenter. He reaches out to insert the remaining pieces of cloth into Chanyeol’s ears but the Lieutenant Captain barks at him to stand back. They have already seen to it that the flutist is unable to hear the sirens.

Chanyeol whips around, bewildered by the sudden commotion, but Kai positions his hands in front of his face as though he is playing a flute.

Keep playing, he mouths and Chanyeol obeys.

The sirens begin to harmonise with the flute but Kai and Chanyeol hear only the muffled sound of their voices. Men below clamber up to the main deck, and one after another, they plunge into the depths below. The king’s men look on idly, their ears full of harvested cotton.

When the men who jump ship do not break the surface, Chanyeol’s song begins to waver. The soldiers at his back harpoon a siren that draws close to the ship and reel her in, cold and dead. Her coloured skin goes grey as soon as she is lowered into the ship.

She bears no tail or fins. Her hair is ankle-length and coloured black.

“Lieutenant! We’ve reeled in a woman! She’s got no tail!”

“Those are just their tricks. Do not be fooled by this!” the Lieutenant bellows, delivering a light kick to the siren’s calf, “ beastly little thing. Almost as pretty as a Khizani girl,” he murmurs to himself.

Chanyeol grows lightheaded at the sight of the maiden. Trembling, he stumbles backward only to be caught and pulled to his feet by Kai.

The siren begin their descent as soon as the music stops and a soldier from behind draws his sword, holding it up to Chanyeol’s neck.

“PLAY, ZVATAARKA!”

Kai attempts to push the brute away but the man turns his blade, impaling him with it first and then pushing him overboard.

With the cloud of blood permeating the waters, the pod swims toward Kai.

From below, he shouts for Chanyeol, who removes some of the cotton from his ear.

“Hyung! Hyung, help me!”

Hyung.

It’s an old term, practically obsolete these days. Khizani once had so many to mark kinship. Something stirs in Chanyeol. He picks up his flute and plays again, this time the inverse of two songs, a medley, one that his grandfather warned him was very difficult to learn as it was a special song used in times of great peril, by valiant warriors.

Chanyeol has never believed the songs could move a single thing in heaven nor on earth. He simply loves music.

The maidens watch him with their piercing eyes, but one keeps her gaze on Kai. She swims toward him and though he flails and attempts to swim away, she drags him under water. Chanyeol’s heart stops cold but he is relieved to see moments later that the siren slides his body onto the cave rock of the grotto. She then turns to Chanyeol and holds out both arms as if to beckon him to her. He removes the other cloth from his ear and hears his flute song being sung back to him, clearly now.

The siren song does not have the same effect on him as it did the drowned men. This creature, centuries old, is calling him into the water, but not by magic. This is music. He speaks this language and so does she. They are conversing with one another and she is the first to understand him.

Chanyeol realises, then, that answering the siren’s call is something he must do.

Hanging the flute around his neck by one of its leather cords, he climbs onto the bowsprit of the ship despite the cries of men behind him.

“YOU’LL DROWN, BOY. ONLY A MADMAN WOULD JUMP INTO THE ARMS OF THAT MONSTER.”

Chanyeol has never been afraid of monsters. A zvartaan like himself can tame anything.

Moments later, he jumps into the sea. Cold and dark, the water embraces him. She cares not that he is a monster. She is the mother of everything. All around him, he sees lights glowing: ghosts, shapes and shadows. His ancestors are all around him.

The siren reaches out to him and her arms feel like those of an old friend. Cradling his face, she presses her lips to his forehead and he hears the gentle notes of a song that rocks him to sleep.

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