Chanyeol's Epic Fail (not mine)

Greetings From a Strange Chanyeol

“Shut up Sehun!” I yelled, scanning my way through the many tabs that I had opened up over the course of the past five hours off my Tumblr account.

Stupid celebrities and their stupid flawless faces.

You need to get a life, Park Chanyeol.

SHUT UP BRAIN!

“Chanyeol! I said, get your ass in here!” I groaned, jumping out of my chair and stomping out into the kitchen of our small apartment.

“What?” He gave me a condescending stare and pushed a bowl of plain rice before me. It didn’t look too appetizing.

“Seriously Chanyeol, you’re older than me. You should be looking after me, not me looking after you.” I shrugged and sauntered back off to my room.

“Oh, and Kai’s coming over in about half an hour.”

I groaned and slammed my door, commando rolling over my bed flinging the rice everywhere.  Who needs food when you can blog the face of flawless K-pop stars for hours?

“Chanyeol!” I rolled my eyes and petted the screen of my laptop. Flawless. Flawless.

ASDFGHJKL!

It is not even creepy in the slightest that I have been scanning the Byun Baekhyun tag for the past three months of my life, ever since that flawless being debuted from SM Entertainment.

God.

No, I’m pretty sure I’m just a loyal fan, well I suppose fanboy.

AND THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT! I remind myself.

Are you sure about that?

Brain, shut up already. I don’t want to hear your condescension.

Hmmm, condescension. Would you like me to remind you that whenever you go outside people ask you if you’re mentally retarded?

Shut up brain. Just stop it. You know that this is why instead I flap my arms in front of my Macbook Pro. And yeah bitches, scrolling with two fingers!

“CHANYEOL!!!”

“Ugh, what is it now!” I yell back.

“Kai’s here, and he’s brought a friend.” I roll my eyes for what seems like the twenty-seven-billionth time today.

WHY CAN’T I BLOG IN PEACE?

I crane my neck around from my hunched over position and pick bits of rice off my shirt. I could try and look presentable, I mean this person could be attractive.

I curse myself for thinking that.

No brain, we are not allowed to cheat on Baekhyun Oppa.

But…

NO!

I trudge out of my room for only the second time today, even though it’s about 7:30 at night. I haven’t slept for about a week and my face look like someone’s attempted to bash my eyes into the back of my skull.

“Why do I even have to come out!” I moan, throwing my arms up in the air in exasperation. “I can’t even. Don’t want to.”

Brilliant. That was some of the most intelligent Korean you’ve ever spoken.

Again with the condescension?

I look up so I can glare at Kai, but I have directed it at his friend accidentally. A friend that looks remarkably familiar.