I’ll post it very soon. I just need to read it before I do that so hopefully by tonight! :) <3 thanks for the submission.

Awwweeee that’s very sweet of you to say <3 <3 *showers you w/ love*

Requested by vitaomins
Your fingers danced through the colorful dresses- silk, cotton, denim- you announced the name of the materials in your head. Your eyes matched your hand movement. They stopped in uniformity on a light hazel pink dress. Exactly what I’ve been looking for…
You yanked it out, feeling the soft milky material between your fingers. Your gaze wandered around to make sure no one was looking at you. Very quickly, you lifted the hanging price tag to sneak a look. $30. Hmmmm not bad… You wanted to try it on. Just when you began to walk someone called from behind.
“___________!” there was a slight hint of happiness and surprise in the voice of the stranger. You turned around, wishing you hadn’t. Your heartbeat took a deep dip before rising again. “Hey…How are you?” Chanyeol asked. You looked at him strangely, your head tilted slightly sideways and your eyes hinting a sense of empty distress.
“I’m fine,” you replied. “How are you??”
“I’m fine too,” he clapped an unhappy clap. It wasn’t the same anymore. Nothing was the same anymore… “So how’s life?” he asked.
“Life’s good-”
You noticed him nodding his head more than usual. He did that when he was nervous. He did that the first time he met you… the first time he dared to ask you to lunch two years ago.
“I like that dress you’re holding. It’ll look pretty on you,” he commented. Your thoughts took a big dive into the past. You began to reminisce the times you two had spent together. You two were so happy…in his words, perfect for each others. The late night talks, the planning of the near future, those summer kisses, the long tight hugs, walks in the park, breakfasts in the middle of the day and just about everything else you did together.
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“ What are you doing here at this time of the night?” you asked him half surprised half happy. He held his hand up high refusing to speak and glanced at his watch. You heard him whisper three..two..one..”
“Happy Birthday….” he had cheered as soon as the clock struck twelve.
“Oh my..” you clenched your heart. You had forgotten it was your birthday. And there he was, standing in your balcony with a dozen roses and a half melted ice cream cake.
“Hurry make a wish…” he pushed forward the cake. You closed your eyes and wished for him to be by your side forever.
“Oh noooo!!” Chanyeol cried as the wind blew the candles before you could. “How will your wish ever come true now?” he’d asked.
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“What happened to us,” you spat out still thinking about that day. Chanyeol looked at you, thinking of ways to answer the question he himself had been thinking about. You had shaken yourself back to reality by that time. The bitter, cold, hard reality. No wonder, the wish never came true. It made sense now.
While Chanyeol still tried ways to answer your abrupt question, you gave him a discontented smile. “I’ll see you around,” you said and waved.
“Aaaa, yeah…see you around,” he replied, turning almost immediately.
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“It just doesn’t feel the same way anymore. The way it felt a year ago…you know,” he said holding your hand firmly.
“What do you mean? I think everything is fine between us,” you replied squeezing his hand.
“Think closely about it _______,” he said avoiding eye contact. “It’s not the same anymore. We are just trying to make each other happy but in reality that’s far from true. We are living a broken relationship…”
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Those were the last words he had said to you before you parted almost a year ago. You couldn’t blame him. He was right.
You put the dress back on the shelf and walked out of the store. After all, what was the point of having things in your life that weren’t meant for you?
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Here’s a sad one. I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to write a sad ending for this one or not but since I’m not really that happy today I decided it to be this way. I hope you guys like it :)
Edit: This song you guys this freaking song [it brings back lots of memories for me from last semester]
but feel free to send me any messages/ questions if you have any.

hahaha sure thing! Kris kris kris kris! *drools*

I could write about it but I wouldn’t really know how to elaborate on it. Ill see what I can do.
You must be so exhausted with all the studying.

Sure Sure Sure :D

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Hahaha! Sure :)

Sure thing *woot woot*

Aaaaaaaaahhh *screams with excitement* Sehunnniieee <3 <3 I’ll add it to my list.

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Oh totally! :)

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Oh my! I hope your friend is doing fine. I’ll definitely add this to my list :)

Japan ehhh! Alright :)

Hahahah oh my! This surely is different but I’ll definitely give it a shot ;)
Hellooo!!!! Im so sorry lovey but I only write for idols from a band not solo artists :( .. if you’d like to request the same scenario for a different artist I’d love to fulfill your wish <3

Haha alrighty <3

Sure thing <3 <3 myungsoo T_T

Sure :)

Sure thing :) <3 <3

Hi there. Im so sorry I forgot to mention this in the post but I don’t take more than one request from one person but since it’s my fault I’m going to go ahead and add yours to the list but this will be the last time :)

Ask box is open. Now taking requests. No anons please. Limited time only. One request per blog.
Love y’all :)

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Requested by siwonismybiglove
You felt yourself blush a little at the light brush of his skin against yours. It was surely purely unintentional. You could feel him smile too even though you hadn’t dared to look up. Your heart raced with each second. Soon you would have to sit across from him. Sure, you would be surrounded by people but that didn’t matter. He was the only one who mattered.
“This way,” Siwon said holding the door open. He half chuckled with his tomato red face when he saw you walk right past him. You seemed lost and maybe a little nervous too. “________,” he called out your name. Still no response. You kept walking.
Suddenly you felt someone place a forceful hand on your shoulder. You jumped around at the touch. It was him. You looked at him with questioning eyes.
“The restaurant is back there,” he said with a rather big smile. It took you a few seconds to understand what had happened.
“Oh my ~” you sang.
“It’s alright. Are you nervous?” he asked. You could see his hands shaking while he tried to make you feel comfortable. How ironic- you thought as you smiled to yourself.
“No I’m fine,” you lied without making eye contact. You followed him back to the restaurant quietly. There was a slight hint of eagerness in the way he talked. He wasn’t like this when the two of you were merely colleagues. You had no idea what had gotten into him. You wanted him to calm down but really didn’t have much to say. He was still doing a better job than you yourself. You could feel his intense glare at you. The restaurant was noisy but you could hear his faint breathing.
“Is this your first time?” he asked.
“Huh?” you looked up.
“Like on a date…”
“Ohhh.. no..yeah..not really.” You uttered incoherent words. “I did once before.”
“How was it?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Not that great,” you replied. You had started to feel more relaxed. It had started to settle in that just a few days ago you used to talk to him normally. You took a deep breath and started over. Everything was going to be just fine…
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“Well that was nice,” Siwon tried to break the silence after a long pause. You nodded while slightly rubbing you arms.
“Oh are you cold?” he asked almost instantly taking his jacket off. You shook your head but he had already wrapped it carefully around you. Your face had heated up to the point that your entire body felt warm.
The silence had once again returned. Only the sound of howling wind stood between the two of you. Siwon stopped near the edge of the lake admiring the city lights from afar.
“That’s beautiful,” you said trying to get his attention towards the sky. After a long rainy week, the sky had finally cleared up that night. You could see the stars twinkling as brightly as they could. You had gained his attention. He gazed at them with the same admiration he had for the lights.
“It is beautiful,” he murmured.
“I honestly had no idea guys like you existed,” you commented after he had caught you staring at his side profile. You were not ashamed of admitting it. Siwon chuckled shyly and shook his head. He seemed amused. But more than that he was happy. He had won your heart…
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Wrote after a long time so i hope you guys like this short scenario.
Thank you <3 <3 <3 [Sorry for replying after a millennium]
Thank you so much for the support and love everyone. I will update soon. I love you all :’)

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Thank you <3 <3 <3

Thank you!!! ~~ Im sorry I’m posting this so late. I just got back from my trip!

Today marks the ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of this blog. I can’t believe it has already been a year and I have come this far. I’ve been lazy and I’ve been really quick with updating. Regardless, you guys have stayed with me. I love all of you a lot. Thanks for sticking with me, sending me sweet messages and encouraging me. To all the hater anons…I’m sorry I never posted any of your asks. I didn’t want drama. To all my other beautiful followers.. thanks once again. I hope to never give up on this blog even though I’ve gotten extremely slow with posting.
Now to celebrate I will posts my most favorite gif from each gif folder on my laptop.

kai’s potato heart.

Kyungsoo’s zombie self.

Sassy Key

Thinking Kris

Crazy kyu

Lay being mean to his Seniors.

This gif will forever be beautiful for me. Luhan looks like perfection in that gif :’)

Sehun’s forever eye roll that I’m madly in love with.

Tao’s smirk

Xiumin’s hearty laugh!
I got my writer friend to write this one for you guys. She wrote the Wolf scenario [kai of Exo] before which you guys really loved. I hope you guys like this one too. Please give her love.
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Once upon a time, in a story that’s not this one, there was a happy ending. And nobody died in that one.
It all started on a dark and stormy night …
“…Hello?” you call out. “Anyone there …?“ You cautiously approach the figure, gripping your umbrella tighter, ready to use it as a weapon.
The walls of the alley were covered with layers of graffiti. A dumpster sat at the end with a shadowed figure besides it. As you get closer, you could see that it was a person — probably male judging from the height — with only a black hoodie over his head to shield him from the rain. In his left hand was a drawstring bag; in his right — a baseball bat. His must have picked up your movement because he raised his head. You speed up, hoping to reach the restaurant’s door before he could reach you. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see him coming — running almost. Adrenaline rushed through your body. Your heart hammered against your chest. As your hands dart for the handle, he tightly snatches your wrist. A flash of lightning brightens the alley, followed by a clap of thunder. And then, the entire street was swallowed by darkness.
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Hold on. Hold just a minute. I bet you’re confused. How did you end up in this poor predicament? Only time travel will tell! Yes, you read correctly, time travel! And don’t worry; it’s nothing to be worried about. Let’s rewind seven hours…
"Will you please go out with me?” You look up to see Taemin— no, it was Kai— no … yeah, it was Kai looking straight at you. It was the pair of headphones that always hung around his neck that gave him away. “I said,“ he repeated, “Will you please go out with me?”
You eye him suspiciously for a second and reply, “No. I like Taemin,“ and turn back towards your homework. He looked flabbergasted.
"Why? Why would you ever like m— I mean, him?”
“Because he’s easy to talk to, smart and talented — more gentlemanly. Better looking too.” You reply without hesitation, focusing on the math problem in front of you. “Can you leave? I have work to do and classes to pass. Unlike you.“ You bite your lip, not meaning to say the last part. He was fuming mad.
"How dare you say that about me? Taemin and I look exactly the same! And I study more than anyone in this class! Uggh! I don’t know why I want you anyway!” and he stomps away, slamming the door behind him. You stick your tongue after him and return to your problem. Kai likes me? You secretly smile at the thought — OH!
WAIT!
HALT! I forgot to mention something important!! To clear things up a bit, let’s go back one more hour…. Ah, yes, here it is:
Kai sat on the school’s rooftop with a spiral notebook spread open on his lap and a dulled pencil in hand. He peered below into the herd of students playing ball, gossiping and enjoying their lunches with friendly company — his eyes scanning the crowd for that one face. He pulls back and looks down at his notebook. Dear____, he writes carefully. I know this may come as a shock to you, but I have always really liked you. Even now when writing this I — he stopped abruptly. “AH!“, he screams, ripping out the page and crumbling it into a ball before letting it roll from his palm. He could feel his cheeks reddening at the thought of her and buried his head into his arms to shield his embarrassment.
"Lets see what you have here”, says a familiar voice. Kai didn’t have to look up to know that it was Taemin. Although they were born identical twins, they couldn’t be any more different. Taemin was the self-proclaimed ‘shy’ and ‘innocent’ one who always did well school, sports, and basically everything he put his mind into, all while managing to steal the hearts of countless young girls at the same time. Kai on the other hand did horribly in school despite working harder than his brother in every class, subject or sport, thus earning his nickname as The Other One. “Aw, still trying to write your love letter, little brother?“ Taemin mocked with a smirk.
"Go away.”
“But that’s no fun, Kai! Besides, littering is bad,” but seeing that his brother wasn’t in the mood to joke, Taemin instead sat down besides Kai, patting him on the back. “You know, you can just tell her directly. Tell her that you like her.“
"I can’t Taemin. You know I can’t. I know she doesn’t like me. Nobody does. I’m horrible at everything I do.” Kai whispered back.
Taemin could feel a tug of pain in his heart. “You’re good at dancing. You’re an amazing listener. “And—" he thought for a moment, “you’re quite handsome too, maybe even as handsome as me.“
At that, Kai replied with a simple “Jerk,” but a smile played on his lips as he playfully pushed Taemin away. “I wish I was more like you.“ He pulled his knees towards his chest. “It would be so much easier if you could just tell her for me…” Taemin looked at Kai straight in the eye for a moment. “Don’t look at me like that, you look like you’re plotting something evil again.“
"Do you want me to tell her?”
“What?”
“I’m serious. If you don’t confess within the next hour, I’ll tell her I like her myself.”
“What?!” Kai shot up. “You are a jerk— and a thief at that!!“
"No, no, no, calm down! What I’m trying to say is that we’re identical twins … right?” Kai returned a tiny nod, still confused. “And since we are, I can confess for you! I’ll pretend to be you and tell her that I like her. How’s that soun—"
“No way,” Kai injects before Taemin could finish. “That would be lying to her.“ He looks at his shoes.
"Come on Kai. Just once. And it wouldn’t be lying, because technically, you like her, so I have to like her too, right?” Taemin stops, his hands gripping Kai’s shoulders. Kai remained focused on his shoes.
See? There we go, you got the gist of what happened right? So now let’s continue where we left off:
Taemin stormed out of the classroom muttering of the nastiest words he could think of under his breath. Just as turned from the door, Taemin saw Kai leaning against the wall. His body was stiff and his face was downcast.
“Kai… You didn’t hear that did you…?”
Kai jolted at the question. “Huh? Hear what? Haha, sorry, I was um — thinking of something.“ He forced a smile. “Man, I think I had too much to eat for lunch today, gotta hit the toilet!” And he spun around and ran away.
Taemin watched Kai disappear into the crowded hall and sighed. “What an idiot …"
Reentering the classroom, he took a seat beside you. “___, we need to talk.“
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You weave your way through the maze of restaurants and buildings, a hand-drawn map in hand. The sudden storm seems to foreshadow bad news. A gust of wind heaved through, coming dangerously close to snatching your umbrella away. You look back down at the map. “Taemin said it should be around here somewhere.” You recall his expression when he said to meet him after school at a restaurant. It was so desperate, you couldn’t refuse him. Now, regret was beginning to creep in, and you longed to return home.
Turning the corner into an alley, you finally spot the restaurant sign. With it, you see an outline of the person beneath the blinking neon lights. “…Hello?” you call out.
“Calm down ‘___’!” said the figure. “It’s me!“
He must’ve thrown his hood back for you to see his face, but you couldn’t make out anything in the darkness. The two of you stayed frozen in place, his hand still wrapped around your wrist, but his grip had loosened. He was so close, you could even feel the heat of his body against yours. It was silent for a moment before the neon sign flickered a few times, and the electricity returned. He gently released you and you finally get a good look at him.
"Taemin?!” you could hear your voice shaking, but in relief that it wasn’t some random rapist. “Why were you standing in the rain like this when you could be in the restaurant?!“
He looked taken back. “I should be asking you that. What are you doing here?”
“You were the one who begged me to come here claiming that you had something to tell me!” You couldn’t help but shout. The rain came to a light drizzle until it faded away.
He was clearly tired, dark circles lined beneath his red rimmed, puffy eyes, making him appear as though he had just cried. His clothing was soaking wet, and thick masses of hair clung to his forehead. “I didn’t leave the practice with an umbrella because it was still sunny then. They thought I was a beggar, as wet as I was, and wouldn’t let me in. And I’m actually Kai.“ He looked directly at you and quickly added, “But it’s not what you think! Taemin told me to meet him for dinner — he said had something to tell me!”
You hold his gaze while registering what had happened. “That jerk set us up didn’t he?!“ After all this time… You push Kai away and begin trudging home. You felt a little bad, seeing the fusion of sorrow and guilt in his expression, but more than that, you were furious with Taemin. He was the only person who knew how she felt about Kai, yet he still set up the date.
"I’ll walk you to the bus stop.”
“Go home Kai, I can walk by myself.” But he ignores your remark and continues to follow you. Seeing how reluctant he was to leave, you pace on ahead. The short journey was painful as the encounter. Not only was Kai following nine strides behind, but there loomed a terrible silence . You sigh in relief when you finally spot the bus stop, dash over, and take a seat. Kai mimicked your movements, settling himself at the far end of the bench, away from you. You fidget at the awkwardness in the air — tapping your toes and fiddling with your fingers — all while praying the bus would come sooner. You wrack your mind, hunting for something to say. Talking to Taemin had always been easy — he was approachable and direct when it came to what he was thinking. Kai however …
“The night is beautiful isn’t it?” both you and Kai say at the same time. His voice sounded so sincere and honest, you were afraid he would discover the fraudulence in your own. But he just softly laughs and it’s quiet again.
“If the sky is always filled with stars, why isn’t it always morning?”
You look to him in surprise of his sudden question. His eyes were closed and his head leaned against the advertisement board placed behind the bench. He looked different than usual — calm and relaxed under blinking patches of yellow and orange. It was then that you notice how many fireflies there were. They danced around the bench and sprinkled the grass, setting the field ablaze in their warm light. You close your eyes and lean against the hard board, listening to the choir of crickets and cicadas filling the night with music of their own as well as the soft humming of cars passing in the distance. It was beautiful.
“If it was always morning, then we wouldn’t be able to experience lovely nights like this, wouldn’t we?” He doesn’t say anything for a while and you wonder if he fell asleep.
”___?“
"Hm…?”
“I like you.” You open your eyes to see if he was talking in his sleep and it seemed reasonable considering how he was in the exact position as earlier. Making sure not to wake him — if he was asleep that is — you silently slide over towards him, filling the space between, and gently place your head on his shoulder.
“I think … I like you too.”
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And there you have it folks. I told you it was nothing to worry about. You may be wondering who died. Somewhere, sometime during the course of this story — some child in Africa died. And I’m sure it wasn’t a happy ending for them… Donate here.
The End.
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HAHAHA, the opening was way better than the ending… I deeply apologize for my poor storytelling because I kind of thought I knew what I was doing until I realized I actually had no idea. I apologize once again for being a troll at the beginning and end.. haha
-My blogs 1 year anniversary is coming up
- About to hit 1000 followers
- I should think of a way to celebrate~

All these posts about the kcon are already making me depressed. I wish there was a way I could go :’(. Its agonizing watching them perform live on my computer screen
Requested by anon
The goose bumps on your arms were coaxing you into closing the window at the far end of your office floor. You looked up at it with dagger eyes wishing it could react to your threat. No luck. You were just as stubborn. You wrapped your jacket around you tightly and began to scroll through your inbox once again. It was almost 8 o clock. Everyone had left the office building but you. You sat in the dark empty room, hoping for a miracle to happen on that Friday night. If you went home empty handed you would most likely not get promoted.
“Come on … come on.. come on!!” you said refreshing the page for the 10th time. Nothing. No new person had submitted a story. You had read and rejected five stories earlier that day. You were hoping someone would submit a good one by the end of the day. The deadline for the first rough draft was the following Tuesday which gave you one more working day to sort things out. Without a story, you would fail at the big end of the month project and never get promoted in your 2 year old job.
You sat in silence staring at you screen in utter disappointment. It was as if the whole universe was conspiring against you. A healthy smile took you at your own thought. You were a bit of a dramatic person.
Suddenly, your ears perked at the *bling* on your computer. The bold words appearing before you could never be more satisfying. It was an email, an email you had been longing to receive. You clicked on it immediately. There wasn’t much content except a single line stating that a story was attached. It seemed as if the sender was in a hurry.
Nevertheless, you downloaded the file and began reading. The very first line had captured all your attention. But slowly the content went downhill. You were starting to lose focus. It seemed as if the writer was very detached from his work. There were occasions that you felt he/she had put their heart and soul into it and at other times the whole story was just falling apart.
You could also tell that English was their second language since the mistakes were beyond imaginable. That, you could fix but only if the story was a little better written. The plot was the same as any other story about relationships falling apart.
“Great! …another heartbreaker!” you frowned at the draft. It was around 9 o clock. It hadn’t taking you much long to skim through the story. You opened a new window and like you had done 5 times already, began writing an email telling the sender that the story was going to be rejected.
With a heavy heart you clicked ‘send’. Your day was finally over. You began packing your content when you heard another *bling*. It was from the same person. You scrunched your nose as you clicked on it.
“Hello,
I am sorry my last email was so rushed. I was at a public computer and my time was almost over. I do not quite understand why my work has been rejected. I have put a lot of thought into it. From your feedback you gave me I have a feeling I still have a chance.
Would you like to meet in person so we can discuss this further? This is very important to me and I do not want to fail at this big opportunity. If you think my request is a bit out of line, I apologize in advance.
Sincerely
Luhan”
You felt your heart sink a little as you read the name. “Luhan… hmmm” you whispered. The name rang a bell but you could not remember for sure. You read and re read the email a few times. There was nothing planned for the weekend anyways. You wrote a brief reply:
“Hey
Tomorrow: 9 o clock
Place: City Café
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“Thank you so much. I will see you there.
Luhan”
“Great,” you muttered to yourself as you walked out of the dark room. Now you had to reject him in person.
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You looked more than fresh, sitting in a corner table at the café. You didn’t mind the least being the first one to arrive. You had gotten there a half hour early. There were a few other people at the shop. None of them caught your attention but a guy sitting at the other end of the café, newspaper covering his face. He had seemed to get there a few minutes before you since you saw him order when you entered.
Time flew by quickly. It was five minutes past nine. You frowned a little at his tardiness. That was one thing you hated about writers. Another five minutes passed. You swung your head towards the door again. In the moment, your eyes met the guy sitting at the other end. He had also been curiously looking towards the door. Both you and he smiled at each other foolishly knowing that you had been waiting for each other this whole time. He grabbed his bad nervously, almost spilling his coffee and dropping the newspaper. He walked towards you with a hearty but shaken smile.
“Hello,” he muttered quickly looking away, pretending to set his content on the table.
“Hi,” you replied offering your hand.
Both you and he settled down opposite each other. You gave him a comforting smile so he wouldn’t be completely lost due to his jumpy condition. You heard him take a few deep breaths to relax himself. In only a few moments he seemed to be getting normal.
“I’m sorry about this,” he said pointing to himself. You narrowed your eyebrows as if questioning his statement.
“For being so flustered..” he added. “I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”
“May I ask why was that so? …ah.. you don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable,” you said. He looked up at you. He was very relaxed and smiling more casually now.
“Oh … I had personal business to take care of. Nothing too special.” He looked away once again so you won’t be able to tell he was lying. He had spent the entire last night editing and re editing the story and practicing how he would convince you. If he didn’t get this break, his career would be over. His rich father will call him back home and force him to attend Business School.
“I’m not too sure why you called me here today?” you asked.
“I want you to re read the story one more time. Let me know what’s wrong. I’ll try my best to fix it…”
“Luhan…,” you said his name hesitantly. “That’s not the problem though. Even if you fix all these little mistakes…your story is still not extra ordinary. It’s not any different from the many others we have published already. We need something different. Something people have never read before. Something that makes them anticipate our next issue.”
His lips parted to defend his position but he soon realized that it would be better he remained quiet. He had to choose his words wisely for you to be convinced. He sat, his head bent down, eyes closed and hands clapped together. You examined his soft features. They were so baby like. Innocence printed all over his face. You were starting to doubt if he was older than you. Knowing that people around you, may be looking you diverted your attention towards the beautiful white Gardenia in the red vase. You were surprised to see them at a small café like that one. There was smell was very pleasing to the nose. You could not help but admire their delicate structure. Taking one out of the vase, you brought it close to your nose. For a second, you felt like you were back at the coffee shop two years ago, waiting for your date. He had walked in with grace, holding those beautiful gardenias in his hands. He had apologized repeatedly for being late. His smile, his eyes, his face everything was a mark of perfection. He was your muse. Every word he uttered sounded like a sweet melody to you.
You shook your head back to reality also sighing deeply. Broken relationships were better forgotten. As you looked up, you saw a dazed writer staring back at you. He had been admiring you, admiring the flowers. But in that moment, he had realized how hurt and broken you were on the inside.
“Are you okay?” you asked.
“Huh.. ah yeah,” he said shaking his head in embarrassment.
“ Look Luhan,” you began once again. Your past thoughts had suddenly changed your mind. You wanted to give him a chance. “You just need to find some inspiration and I’m sure you’ll be able to produce something worthy of publishing.”
You realized that you had placed your hand over his. You immediately pulled back.
“Inspiration is all you need to …”
“I think I just found it,” Luhan said cutting you. You looked at him with a half dazed state.
“Okay then,” you said getting up. “Send me something by Sunday night and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Excuse me,” he called you. “Your bag.”
You took it from him, turning back immediately so he wouldn’t see your light pink blushing face.
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Sunday Night, 8 o clock:
You heard the *bling* as soon as you sat down on your working table at home. He was right on time! You clicked open the attached file.
‘Cafe Rendezvous
There was something very beautiful about the way her tear laden eyes admired the Gardenias. The way that faint but breathtaking smile embraced her soft lips, the way her fingers danced nervously and they way her nostrils flared only slightly …all of it was indescribable….’
You felt a shudder run through your body. His words were beautiful…you felt beautiful. You wiped the tears out of your eyes. You had a story to read…
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So ummm I wanted this one to be dramatic and here it is. I hope you guys like this. :*
Hello love!
I posted a while back saying that I won’t be writing part 2’s for old scenarios so I am really really sorry but I won’t be able to do that but I’ll be opening the request box soon so please come back and request something from me :) <3 <3 <3

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Thank you ~~ *in my singing voice*
please keep me motivated to write. I’ve been getting lazy lately.
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Requested by Anon yoshi
“Shhhh!!… shut up all of you,” you whispered rather angrily. There was complete silence in just a few seconds. You rolled your eyes at the immature group of fellow students you had recruited to get this job done. They looked at you rather fearfully as you turned around with an evil smile. You walked past them and stood with your shoulders up right and arms folded.
“Tonight the boys of the red house dorms will face our revenge. And from tomorrow onwards,” you said pointing at the group standing before you, “They will never think to mess with us again.”
As you finished your sentence, you heard the first dog bark and soon the others were following. This was a sign that all of them had been released. You waved at the girls signaling for them to run back to the yellow house dorms.
Ever since you had joined Sky Ridge High, you felt like you were home. It was place you were longing to become a part of. The people were nice and very accepting of new comers. In only a few years you had announced yourself as an unofficial leader of the Yellow house dorms. The girls had accepted this graciously but none of the others had the confidence to put you down.
Very recently, rivalry had started to grow between Yellow house and Red house. The other two dorms didn’t bother interfering. It all started with some boy known as Sehun, who pulled a rather harsh prank on one of the girls from the Yellow house dorms. She was embarrassed and of course aggravated therefore she came to you for help. You confronted Sehun asking him to apologize but he wouldn’t budge. He was stubborn, quite like you yourself. From then on the Prank War had started.
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“****Yellow House Ladiesssssss!!!!!!!*****” you heard Coach Mark yell at 7 in the morning. No matter how many times you covered your ears, the noise from the chaos outside wouldn’t block it. You gave up, threw the pillow in the corner and walked out the dorm. The rest of the girls were all aligned, hands folded behind and bodies straight up right. You fixed your messy bed hair and squeezed yourself between two nervous girls.
“It has been reported that someone …from one of the dorms released the Red house dogs in their yard last night.”
Coach Mark’s ears perked upon hearing a chuckle. Sure enough it was from you. He walked towards you maintaining his stern posture. He stopped only a few inches away from you casting a shadow on your tiny body. “And may I know the reason for why you may be laughing?” he roared. Images of the yellow house boys not being able to sleep and walking like zombies around the school were dancing before your eyes. You glanced up at him. His serious face was only boasting your laughter. You bit your lip and presented your defense.
“I..just think it’s funny.. that we are being questioned for the ‘Red House dogs.’ No one else has access to their shed therefore it has to be one of them who left it open last night. Why would one of the ladies from our dorm bother to wake up in the middle of the night, crawl to their shed and let the dogs loose? It just doesn’t make sense to me. You’re wasting your time here…” By the time you finished speaking, you noticed your body shaking a little. Coach Mark was standing a little too close to you. You had never been much of a good liar therefore if he caught you, you would all be screwed. The man scrutinized your face for half a minute before turning around. “I have heard of the so called ‘Prank War’ between the two dorms and …if this was your idea of a prank then all you ladies will be punished severely. Since Ms. ______ here has denied any claims to you girls being involved I will not take any actions but if any evidence says otherwise,” he paused and turned to you once again. “the consequences will not be settling for anyone.”
With that said, Coach Mark walked out of the lobby. The room filled with worried whispers. Some were shaking with fear while others were breaking down. You tried to calm everyone but no one would listen. You jumped on top of one of the couches and dropped the silverware you had found in your jacket pocket on the floor. The noise wasn’t enough but it settled a few girls near you. They helped calm down the other ones too. Now they all looked up at you as if you were about to deliver a sermon.
“Girls! Calm down. Those boys have nothing on us. We erased all evidence last night. So don’t be fearful and don’t give in. We won last night’s battle which may have aggravated them but we have to stay put. Don’t give in I repeat. Don’t give in.”
The girls stared back at you with a little more confidence. You had always been there for them. They trusted you a lot with such stuff. Slowly the lobby started to clear up. You looked at your watch sadly. It was almost time to go to class.
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Geography was your least favorite subject. You rarely ever paid attention in class. In fact you didn’t know half the kids in that class since you never bothered to turn around and look. While you were still day dreaming, you heard someone get slapped with a book. You spun around to find Ms. Dinsdale hovering her tiny body over Sehun. He jumped upright, startled by the sudden attack. You were about to burst into laughter when you saw his red eyes and zombie like face.
“Are you too smart to not care about what I’m teaching in this class?” Ms Dinsdale shouted. You felt his bright red ears perk. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head obediently. He opened his mouth to defend himself but instead it turned into a yawn.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said also trying to stretch his body a little. “I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”
“That’s not my problem,” Ms Dinsdale shouted. She walked back to her table and just as Sehun was about to sit down again she began walking towards him again.
“Who told you, you could sit?” she said handing him a yellow slip. “Report to the Mr. Wyldewell’s office after class.”
Sehun scratched the back of his head holding another attack of yawning. You had to admit he looked a little comical. Just as he was about to sit down his eyes fell on you. You were smiling at him, brightly. You raised your hand to tuck your hair back to show him a sign that you’d won. Sehun glared at you like a wounded Lion as he settled.
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You danced along the corridor making your way to the entrance of the building after class when someone pulled you from behind. It wasn’t violent but very forceful instead. Your attacker pushed you into an empty store room, holding your firmly as he locked the door. You turned around knowing exactly who it would be.
“Sehun!” you cried out his name.
“Shhhhh,” he said furiously. He pinned you against the wall jerking you a little. “Do you think that was funny?”
“What was funny?” you asked with an emotionless voice.
“What you did last night?” He knew you were lying. He began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Hey hey hey.. don’t be stupid. We can settle this another way,” you said.
“I’m not going to rape you, you idiot. He removed a part of his shirt to reveal scratch marks. “The prank was good. I give you that… but you should have full knowledge of things when you do something as stupid as that. Those dogs are trained to attack anyone and by anyone I mean literally anyone at that time of the night. So when us boys tried to calm them and send them back this is what happened,” he said pointed to himself once again.
“Why would you think I did that?” you asked. A faint smile appeared on Sehun’s face. He put his hand in his pocket to reveal s royal blue bracelet.
“Missing something?” he asked.
“Omo,” you gasped trying to take it from him but of course he was taller and much stronger than you.
“Aaaa aaan aaaan… don’t even try,” he pinned you against the wall once again. “I could have submitted this as an evidence but then I thought for a while again. Why would I want to do that? I’m not as stupid as you after all ..and maybe… there’s some nice in me,”
“Oh shut up,” you hissed. Sehun’s eyes widened in surprise. He was being nice to you and then there were you, being ungrateful as always.
“Do you want me to go turn this in? .. you’ll be suspended immediately,” he said.
“Nooo!” you cried pulling him back. “Please don’t do that.”
You could hear him laugh a little. He lowered his hand a little as if trying to give you your bracelet back but still wanting to torture you. You jumped up a few times but realizing that he was only humiliating you, you stopped.
“What do you want me to do?” you asked with a crying face, which was obviously a fake. Sehun looked at you, wanting to get a little closer but he restrained himself. He knew that was not a good time to confess his feelings for you. You looked at him staring back at you. It was starting to freak you out.
“Here! Take it,” he said finally offering you the bracelet.
“You’re just going to give it to me?” you asked suspiciously. He nodded without taking his eyes off of you for even once.
“Some people are just nice you know,” he said. Your face had an expression far from pleasant. You took the bracelet from him, fixed your shirt and began to walk away. Your inner conscious was nudging you to stop and thank him. You weren’t going to give in but your feelings for Sehun made you stop. Somewhere along the pranks and little pesky fights you had grown to like him… you just didn’t know it yet.
“Sehun ahh,” you called to him. He looked up at you with a hopeful face. “Gomawo,” you said and waved at him before leaving.
Sehun smiled as you disappeared into the crowd. He shook his head like a child and followed close behind. At least the rivalry was over…
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Wrote something after almost three weeks. It feels good. I think a break is good sometimes. It motivates me to start writing again. [I am still away on vacation but I couldn’t abandon you guys so here’s something for you guys] I hope you guys don’t bash me and like what I am offering :)

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***A scenario based on “I will show you”- by Ailee
His voice was hoarse when he had called you. You asked him if he was drunk but he denied it plainly and asked you to meet him.
“Where?” you’d asked.
“The café …at the end of the street,” he had replied.
The cold winds that touched your feet every time someone opened the door announced the arrival of bad news. He had seemed very distant lately. Not making it on time on dates, never picking up his phone, pretending to be busy when out with friends. And then suddenly out of nowhere he calls you tell you he wants to meet.
The door opened once again, bringing another wave of cold breeze, but this time along with it came the soft familiar fragrance. You fixed your dress from under the table and got up with a cheery smile. You could feel the butterflies dancing in your stomach with each step he took. He sat down at the table with a rather serious face. You could tell he was trying hard to act sober. With a wave of your hand you ordered your usual orders to the lady standing at the counter. She nodded and then disappeared into the kitchen.
“So…” you said to start a conversation. He looked at you for a split second, but then something outside occupied his gaze. He was silent while you were anxious. You made an attempt to hold his hand but, you felt his body stiffen.
“What’s wrong?” you asked. He looked at you as if trying to form the right words to say. He seemed hesitant. His eyes too ashamed to meet yours. You could feel your heart sinking at the point and then everything changed when he jumped up.
His hands flew in the air in frustration. “I don’t think we should be together anymore…” he said.
“What?” you got up too. “What’s wrong? I thought everything was going just fine.”
“It’s not,” he shook his head. “We are two different people…from two different worlds. You may not realize it but it’s really hard for me sometimes.”
You began to say something but you soon realized that you didn’t have anything to say. How were you going to counter his argument without sounding desperate? For anything, you had no idea he felt this way.
“I…” you started but he cut you right away.
“I’m sorry __________!” he said and then without waiting another second, he left.
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Two months later:
The first morning sun light felt good for some reason. Your face was decorated with a peaceful smile. It was your first in two months. That day felt different. You wanted to do something. You bounced out of bed and danced your way to the bathroom.
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You walked past the shops you had walked past a million times with him. In the last two months you felt your heart crushing every time you walked down that street but that day, you felt nothing. In fact, you started to notice stores you had no idea existed. You began to enter a boutique when a young voice called from behind you.
“Excuse ma’am,” he said. You turned around to a young gentleman with a bright smile. “Would you like to try our makeover sample? It’s a special we have going on this week…”
You thought for a little bit but soon agreed. “Why not!” you said cheerfully and followed the guy into his salon.
A person, who looked like he had more authority came and examined your face. You could tell how judging his nature was but when he started speaking it was quite the opposite of what you thought. He was much nicer. He began giving out instructions and within minutes, 3 different assistants began working on you. Your tense body began to relax after a while. You let yourself loose.
A few hours later:
When you looked at yourself in the mirror you wanted to cry. For the first time in years you felt beautiful. No make no nothing. They had somehow managed to make your face change without the help of any of that.
“Do you like it?” the guy asked. You nodded, still dazed and confused looking at your reflection. The guy handed you your glasses as you got up.
“You’re beautiful… and don’t let whatever it is bring you down..” he said patting your back.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“That fake smile may convince others but not me,” he replied. You wanted to ask more questions but he pretended to act busy so you would leave. You smiled faintly as you left the store.
In the six months you had spent with Leo, you had never paid much attention to your appearance. You began to wonder how or why he liked you in the first place. No wonder he broke up with you. He was never planning on staying. You were just one of the many girls he had played around with.
You remembered your attitude from earlier that morning and suddenly you wanted to go back to that. You had cried enough in the two months since he broke up with you. It was time to move on and show a better image of you to him. You were going to bring down that rich boy’s ego.
All the money you had saved, you spent it shopping for yourself. It felt good, especially after spending 6 months buying so many gifts for him.
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A few weeks later:
You swung your head from side to side as the loud music touched your ears. This was your second time in the past week going to a club. Your friends were amazed with your new look and increasing confidence. Many male colleagues from work had boldly asked you to dinner but you refused politely. You were not looking for a relationship anymore. Being single was much better.
You saw the light on your cell phone screen flash. It was another one of your male friends. He had been asking you to lunch for a while.
“Why don’t you say yes?” your friend asked, also looking at your phone. You sighed deeply. “I’m not looking for anyone right now.”
“___________! You know he wasn’t the right guy for you. Move on from him.”
“I have,” you said smiling confidently. “I don’t feel anything for him anymore but I really think I need some more time before I start dating again.”
You looked at your watch. It was getting late. Before the drunk, dirty crowd walked in, you made your way out of the club. It was a little chilly for a midsummer night. You rubbed your arms to relax the Goosebumps.
“__________!” you heard a familiar voice say. Your body turned itself around without you even realizing it.
“Is it really you?” Leo asked. You felt someone clench your heart. It began to hurt again. As much as you wanted him to see the new you, you were devastated upon seeing him again. He looked bright and handsome as ever. You nodded, as his mystique figure approached you in the silver moonlight.
“You look so…beautiful,” he said sliding his hands down your arm. You felt hypnotized by his presence. “What.. happened to you…? How did you …change?”
Change…- as soon as that word touched your ears, you felt your heart ache return. He was the reason you had broken down completely. You could never forgive him. You freed yourself from his grip and began to walk away. It hurt, but it was the best thing you could do.
“Where are you going?” he asked. You didn’t care to reply.
“___________ wait!.. … don’t you miss me?” he asked once again. Even now, his ego poured out in every word he uttered. “_______ don’t ignore me like this.”
You couldn’t help but smile condescendingly at his condition. He was desperate one this time. You were glad you learnt of his true nature or you would have spent your whole life in regret.
After a while you stopped hearing his voice. You could tell he was still standing behind you at a distance. “I don’t need you anymore…” you said aloud and began to walk once again.
It was finally over.
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Sorry I took so long to finish this. I hope you guys like it :)
******LEO [Vixx] IS THE WINNER******

Scenario will be posted in a day or two :)
I changed my mind. I am not taking any anon votes therefore Leo is back to 3 votes :)
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