20th July, 2027
Anneonghaseyo~~~
My name is Park Chanyeol, and since it's a Korean name, Chanyeol is my first name. Also, don't you dare pronounce my last name "Park"! It's more like "Pak", no "r".
Only idiots pronounce the r. Looking at you, Timmy.So, I'm Korean, born and raised in Gangnam-Gu, Seoul. To be more exact, my mother and I lived in a house in Apgujeong. And if you have any knowledge related to Gangnam EXCEPT "Oppa Gangnam Seu-ta-il" (god, I hate that song), then you will be able to come to the conclusion that I grew up rich. Like, hella rich. Like, way way rich. Like, "helicopter to school" rich. Not that we ever actually did that, though that would have been super cool.
The money mainly came from my father's parents, who passed away before I was born, along with my father. During that time I was still only an embryo, in my mama's belly. So, my mother is the only living family I had my whole childhood, since she refused to get remarried and she and my dad had no siblings or cousins. It sometimes got lonely, but I had such a great relationship with her it didn't really matter that much. Well, it did, but it was okay. I could always sense how my mom felt guilty about how I was raised in a one parent household, so I tried my best to show her how much she meant to me and that she was enough for me. Additionally to my mom, I had an amazing [and fabulous (he made me write that)] best friend, Byun Baekhyun (please note that both the "u"s are pronounced like the "eo" in my name). Both of these people play a significant role of their own in the story to come, don't forget them.
I'm kind of uncomfortable with describing my personality, cause who the hell is totally comfortable with that??? I mean, come on!
I could definitely say that I can be totally different: sometimes I'm really mature and patient and all that good stuff; other times, however, I tend to be incredibly childish and naive. I usually turn stupid because of feelings... cause sometimes feelings just seem more important to me than sense. Such is life, bro!
If you had asked any of my classmates how I acted and what my personality was like, they would have probably said something like:
"Totally random, dude. Like, sometimes even crazy-like."
My teachers would have responded with:
"One of the nicer boys in the class, smart and charming, though he does drift off a lot."
And, well, my mom would have just started attacking you with a list of my many many faults, but that's just because she's a mom, and I still love her.
Ah, high school me...
That was fun!
Nobody expects half of that of you in high school what they will expect of you in collage, so be ware!
Enjoy your freedom of tax paying and your real holidays, cause guess what:There aren't gonna be a lot of those after graduation!
Where I want to start this book is April 2015, cause that is where all of this started. Not much later, and I would meet the love of my life! I just didn't know it yet.
Looking over the pages he had written in the last half hour, Chanyeol sat up a little and started chewing on his pencil.
Was it good enough?
...
Probably not...Chanyeol stopped writing as he felt the person next to him grunt and shift slightly. He waited a couple of seconds, just to make sure he hadn't woken his partner, then looked at the clock on the bedside table.
"Ah, that late already? I'll just have to continue tomorrow."
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WASSUP???
So, this is a story which just kinda came to me on a bus, while I was getting kinda dehydrated, but luckily I have loads of water and shade now! And in half an hour, I might get chocolate cake, which is totally awesome!!!
I promise, on my honor, that I will try
To update this story regularly
To make it worth ChenyeolAnd to live by the girl scout law!
See ya~~~
Oh, yeah, and this will probably not have more than 10 chapters, cause I don't think I would be a good enough author to update that, soooo yea
I just wanted to try something lomger than One Shots again^^
Constructive feedback is always welcome!
Now I'm done! ^^

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Be my friend? [Chenyeol]
Fiksyen Peminat"Who are you?" "Who do you want me to be?" The tall, lanky boy looked up from his seat, trying to make out the smaller male standing in the shadows. "Be my friend?"