Awwww! Well umm so kris is basically a jerk [not in real life.. oh God he is far from that] and he was too scared to come meet the girl that day because he was trying to run away from his feelings. The girl doesn’t know that because he was always so mysterious about his emotions!
In the end the reader finds out that he in fact did like the girl while the girl keeps thinking that he doesn’t like her. And so she can live with that satisfaction instead of crying herself to sleep every night thinking that they loved each other but could never be together!
I hope it makes more sense to you now. I like to keep my scenarios vague so the readers can use their imagination but if you ever need clarification just send me an ask :)

Oh honey! Let me hug you okay? I understand how you feel because I went through the same thing. I am glad I am over it now and better things are coming my way. I hope you are happy too now??
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“Every time she tried to take one step forward he pulled her two steps back…”
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“Excuse me ma’am! Would you take a picture of my wife and I?” a handsome young man asked you. You were so engrossed in preparing your song that you almost jumped at his sudden appearance. You glanced at him and his beautiful wife. The way his fingers danced around her waist and the way the smile on her face was forever unfading you could tell that they were newly wedded. “Oh sure,” you said, taking the camera from his hand. Their faces were lit with happiness– a happiness you were not quite familiar with, yourself.
“Thank you,” the young man said, taking the camera back from you. You gave the couple, your biggest smile before settling down once again to practice the song. There were people everywhere- all around you. You occasionally glanced at them. It made you happy to see them happy. Of course it was not the first time you were playing piano at a wedding. You had done it many times before but that day seemed special. People seemed extra happy. You shook your hand lightly, at your charmed thoughts and once again began to exercise your fingers.
Time flew by quickly. The soft morning breezes turned into afternoon gusts. In just a few moments the groom was going to enter the room. People were going to congratulate him and then everybody would anticipate the bride’s arrival. Guests had started to settle. Some looked calm while others were whispering impatiently.
The sound of the door creaking caught everyone’s attention. “It must be the groom,” a young lady from behind said. She was shushed by her momma very vivaciously. You straightened your back, took a deep breath and within a few moments your hands began running along the keys. A tender muse filled the air which quite complimented the light head movements from the persons present. The sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of music created a sweet rhythm. You closed your eyes to picture the song in your mind. The footsteps stopped. You knew the groom had reached the stage. You could feel his presence too. Then very slowly, you opened your eyes to see who the lucky bachelor for that night was. Your gaze fell on him and…
And … there in that moment you felt a slight tinge of pain in your heart. A misty smile conquered your face. It was only a reflection of the indescribable feeling you felt. ‘Of course,’ – you thought to yourself as a chuckle took you. You turned your face back to the piano to avoid eye contact with him. You knew you would have to do that for the rest of the night.
Your eyes shut once again as you tried to picture the melody in your head. It was hard this time. Memories from the past were escaping the tightly locked doors and presenting themselves to you on a gold platter. You twitched a little, at their atrocious act but there was nothing you could do but to accept them. Then, finally you smiled to ease the wrinkles off of your forehead.
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Four Years ago:
You felt uneasy in the new atmosphere. Your mind cursed your advisor for telling you last minute that you had to take another math class before you could sign up for your major. “What’s wrong?” you heard your friend ask. You looked at her strangely, unable to comprehend her words. You were too preoccupied in your thoughts. “Are .. you.. okay?” she asked once again putting emphasis on each word. “Yeah…ye! I’m fine,” you replied with a slight shake of the head. She leaned in a little closer to you as if ready to whisper some very secretive words. “That tall handsome stud sitting two rows behind us… hasn’t taken his eyes off of you for a long time,” she ended with her classic smirk. You waited for a few seconds before turning around to see who it was. That minute you knew your friend has thought wrong. The guy was perfection. Why would he be staring at you? You smiled awkwardly at him and turned around to give your friend a good spanking.
“You think he was staring at me?” you asked.
“Ahan,” she nodded boldly.
“Oh Lily what will I ever do about you?” You shook your head. The professor walked again. Class started and everything that had happened was forgotten.
You thought you had put the subject to rest but ever since Lily mentioned that hot stud, you had been seeing him everywhere. The two of you would make awkward eye contact and then quickly look away. It was getting out of control. You took Lily in confidence and told her what had been happening. He was literally everywhere. You had started to feel a connection with him. You could tell that he knew you and you him but the only problem was- the two of you had never talked to each other.
“Should I talk to him?” you asked Lily out of frustration.
“Talk to him… ah yeeahh of course!” she encouraged you.
“But what will I say?” you asked. “We don’t know each other. It will be awkward if I just randomly say something. Aren’t guys supposed to take the first step?”
“They are… the world is changing. Make the first move. He basically stares at you as if he wants to talk to might as well give it a shot.”
“But if he does look at me all the time why doesn’t he just come talk to me. I don’t bite.”
“He doesn’t know that… and besides… he might be too shy.” Lily held your hand to give you a slight push. She knew you could do it. If you never asked you would never know the answer.
“Okay,” you finally announced. You were going to do what many wouldn’t have dared to.
The next day you walked into class rehearsing your lines. You were going to ask him to help you with a math problem. What guy would not want to help a girl who is stuck with a problem. You smiled confidently and walked up to him. Not many people were there. He was an early bird and so were you.
“Hey,” you said from behind. He turned around as if he knew you were going to ask him something. Your confidence started to flush out when he looked at you straight in the eye.
“Your name is …Kris! Right?” you asked.
“Ah yeah,” he replied rather enthusiastically.
“I was wondering if you could help me with a problem.” You asked. You could tell that your face was bright red and your hands were shaking. You clenched the seat near you, tightly hoping he wouldn’t see it.
People had started to come in and the room was getting crowded. “How about we meet somewhere else?” he asked.
“Where?” you asked, dazed by his bold step.
“The coffee shop near the library around 1 o clock? Here take my number and I will text you when I get there okay?” He had said so much in such a little time that your brain could not comprehend much. He took your phone and saved his number in it.
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You sat in the coffee shop waiting for his arrival. It was almost 1:30. You knew he would have a good reason for being that late. He looked like such a gentleman. Your phone buzzed. It was a message from him. ‘Hey really sorry but I won’t be able to make it. Maybe some other time?’
That’s it. That’s all he had said. You felt like a fool for thinking he would actually show up. He would actually help you. Then you calmed yourself. He could have gotten busy with something serious. He said he would help you later so now all you had to do was wait for him to message you again. You texted him back telling him to let you know when he was available.
You were good in math. Smarter than many. You didn’t need his help but you just wanted him to be there because deep down you had started to believe a fairytale. He liked you, you liked him – end of story. You thought you had done him a favor by talking to him and so the rest was up to him. He had to be the one to make an effort and talk again.
After that day, the two of looked at each other but neither or you said a word. You wanted to ask him if he would ever text you back but that would make you look desperate. You did not want that. Days passed by and nothing happened. He acted like somehow that day had never happened. You had never talked to him. He had never texted you. It bothered you. You told yourself you hated him but your heart whispered ‘no you don’t.’ It was killing you.
Then slowly you started to curse yourself for even daring to think a guy as handsome as him could ever like you. You thought of many alternatives. He could have a staring problem. He wasn’t good at math so he didn’t want to embarrass himself. He had feelings for someone else. And so on and so forth. You had decided to forget about it all together. It was a good that things had ended before they started…
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2 months later:
You sat under the moonlight looking up at the stars for answers to all your questions. The test you had failed earlier that week, on top of your friends ditching you to go see a movie and than your car breaking down last minute. All the little things had added up creating a huge lump in your heart. You wanted to let it all out. You wanted to cry but you were also afraid someone would see you. Sitting outside your own dorm building was not exactly the bed place to cry your heart out and expect no one to notice. You glanced at your watch. It was almost two in the morning. You were safe. You could cry and no one would be there. And so you let a tear drop from your eye. It felt good on the inside. More came gushing out and then within a few seconds you were crying.
“I don’t know what to do,” you said, burying your face in your hands. So much had happened in the past semester that you felt your strength fading. You felt weak.
A long time passed by. Your bear arms reacted fiercely to the cheering wind. You lifted your head and there in that moment you froze. Kris stood a few feet away staring at you. How long had he been there – you had no idea. He moved an inch towards you but then you felt his body stiffen.
You quickly wiped your tears still in your heart hoping he would stop you. He didn’t. You had stopped complaining too. There was no use getting mad at yourself or whoever wrote your faith because if it was not meant to be than it would never happen. What made you mad was the fact that he randomly acted like he knew you and the next second he acted like he didn’t. He played with your heart all the time. You had spent two months trying to forget about him and now he had brought you back to day 1. You hated his mysterious side…
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Present day:
The room fell silent when someone announced the arrival of the bride. “She’s coming, she’s coming…” they said. You stopped playing the piano also bringing yourself back to reality. Up till then you had done a great job of hiding your face from the groom. You were not scared of his reaction. You were just afraid of making eye contact with him because just not looking at him hurt so much so you could only imagine how you would feel if something happened otherwise.
The door opened once again. That was your queue. You began playing the piano once again. The bride was beyond beautiful. Her face, her body, her eyes, her smile… they were all a definition of perfection. You looked at her and then glanced at Kris from the corner of your eyes. The couple hadn’t taken their eyes off of each other for once. They both looked so madly in love. You had moved on in life but there was still a part of you that was hurting. It came naturally. You were not jealous of the bride. You didn’t hate him either but …but that feeling was still there. You hated it.
The wedding ceremony passed by fairly slowly. You looked at the clock. Only five more minutes before you could leave that place forever. Those five minutes were taking forever. People started to get up. Words of congratulations were being thrown around. People were clapping, dancing and cheering. They all looked so happy. You got up, fixed the wrinkles on your plain dress, tucked your hair back and began to walk out.
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“Excuse me!” you heard someone say from behind. You were not sure if that person was talking to you but nevertheless you stopped.
“You play the piano really well,” he said. Now you knew he was talking to you. You turned around enthusiastically but froze the second you saw his face and he yours. His mouth dropped for a slipt of a second but he quickly stabilized himself.
“Thank…Thank you …very much!” he said with a bright but forced smile. You, who still had not recovered from his sudden appearance stood there frozen. He looked at you and you at him.
“Make yourself comfortable!” you heard him say and then he left. That’s it. That is all he said. You spent all this time trying to hide yourself when he didn’t even remember you. He had done it again. But this time you were glad. Now you would never have to worry, thinking about him. He belonged to someone else.
With that, you slowly made your way out of the church.
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He stood near the window watching you leave. All he ever wished for was to apologize for that day and tell you that he did care. He was just too scared…
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So here it is you guys. I feel like people who have been in a situation like this would be better able to relate to this scenario.
I hope you guys like it :)
To me social class doesn’t matter. A person’s personality does :)

Well I own a mansion in every country minus Antarctica because its cold there. I have an igloo but I dont know if that counts. Also I am friends with Tony Stark so maybe you could say I am rich.
Jk
Upper Middle Class I guess! - I don’t know how to say it without sounding like a snob :(

Rich? ahahaha I don’t really know what to say. I don’t exactly know having how much money makes a person rich.

Still thinking!
I am DONE you guys. I am DONE. Freedom At last! And since I am a little upset today- the sad scenario will be coming out soon. It’s kinda ironic that you guys get to read a scenario every time I am upset!

But not spazzing:

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Oh I am so sorry hun but as you can see I still have 18 requests left when I thought I wouldn’t have that many left by this time. So now I’m just going to wait and see my progress in another two weeks and let you guys know. I have exactly 11 hours before freedom so that’s probably when I will start writing again :)

Of course I would. Life is a precious gift.
1. Kris [Exo]
2. Myungsoo [Infinite]
3. Sehun [Exo]
4. Joon [MBLAQ]
5. Hyunshik [BTOB]
Edit II: KRIS IT IS!
Currently writing a sad scenario. Need a hero. Shortlisted these handsome guys. Need sort of a mysterious figure. Which one should I choose?-
Requested by light-baekhyun
You blew on to your freezing hands for warmth, waiting outside an MTR station. Changjo had promised to meet you there at 5 o clock sharp. It was 5:02 and you were getting impatient. You took out your phone and just as you were about to dial his number, someone hugged you from behind. “There you are!” he said.
“Opppaaaa!!!” you whined as you turned around, still wrapped in his arms. “Is my impatient girl friend ready to have some fun?” Changjo asked. He tapped your nose playfully.
“Pabo!” you pouted but it soon broke into a smile. Changjo held your hand as the two of you began walking towards his favorite mall. “I am so glad you agreed to come here with me. Trust me you will love this,” he said squeezing your hand. You could tell that he was excited.
“Since when did you start getting this excited to shop?” you asked. You were not much of a shopaholic yourself and neither was he but he seemed happy that day.
“I’m seeing you after so long that’s why,” he said leaning in closer to you. You gave him a satisfying smile as he moved forward through the crowd. The stores were amazing indeed. You could tell why he liked them so much.
The two of you entered a huge store and before you knew it, you lost sight of Changjo. You stood on your tippy toes to look for him. He was in a small corner deciding between two shirts. You began to walk towards him but something else caught your attention. It was the shirt you had been looking for, for the past two weeks. You grabbed it greedily and ran to the fitting room.
The light pink shirt complimented your skin tone. You tied your hair up and a lose ponytail so it would match the carefree style of the outfit. It looked perfect. You opened the fitting room door, also texting Changjo at the same time to come see you. You were sure he would love it and buy it for you. Your texting was interrupted by Changjo. He had magically appeared out of nowhere, almost causing you a heart attack.
“Aish!” you pouted.
“Look at this _________. Isn’t this cute??” he asked showing you a plaid collared shirt with a matching gray sweater to be worn on top of it.
“It’s nice,” you said. It looked a little nerdy but it was also very cute. “Now look at my..” you began but Changjo cut you. “Here I got you a matching one. Go try it on.” He pushed you into the fitting room.
“But don’t I look nice in this?” you asked.
“Yeah yeah,” he replied impatiently and closed the door on you.
“Are you ready?” he asked after a minute.
“Yeah.. just give me a second.” You replied. You looked at yourself in the mirror. The shirt looked nice but it was not your style.
“Come on ______. Hurry,” Changjo knocked on the door. You opened it so he could come in too. You guys were lucky no one saw otherwise both of you would be kicked out of the store. Changjo began taking off his shirt.
“What are you doing? This is the girls fitting room,” you said trying to pull his shirt back down. Changjo gave you a greasy smile and pulled his shirt off.
“It’s just you and me in here,” he said and pulled you towards his shirtless body. You sighed at him for being so silly.
“Now are you going to try yours on or not?” you asked. He pouted at your flat expression as he put on the shirt. There! The two of you were matching.
“Don’t we look nice?” he asked half hugging you.
“We do,” you gave him a reassuring smile.
“Okay so let’s buy these,” he suggested.
“But what about the other shirt that I..” you asked.
“We can buy that next time,” he replied. Both you and him changed quickly. You looked at the other shirt with longing eyes but Changjo was too busy to notice. He pulled you out of the fitting room anf off the two of you ran to the checking counter.
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“Today was a good day wasn’t it?” Changjo asked as the two of you walked back home, under the darkening sky.
“It was,” you replied. You rested your head on his shoulder, still thinking about that other shirt.
“__________,” he called your name.
“Hmmm.”
“I have something for you,” he said stopping in the middle of the road. Before you could ask him anything, he pulled out that cute pink shirt from the bag. “Did you really think I wasn’t going to get it for you?” he asked.
“Omo… how did you?? When did you..??… Oh thank you oppaaa!” you uttered broken phrases. Changjo leaned in and gave you a peck on the cheek. “Now lets wear the nerd outfit together tomorrow okay?”
“Okay,” you replied much excitedly than before. You had the best boyfriend in the world.
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Finally had some time on my hands to write something even though finals are still going on. I decided to put up a nice fluffy one before my sad one ;)
Hope you guys like this one. [My first Teen Top scenario]
Five Random Facts: *thinking mode activated*
1. I get attached to things easily but I get over them pretty quick too. [It’s very damaging but good in a other way ;) ]
2. I own a cork board with all of my favorite memories pinned on it.
3. I have a wall full of quotes and the other three sides of my room have Exo/ suju posters. *pretty classy*
4. I love writing. Chances are if you ask me to write a paper for you I probably will provided I have time/ I like the topic. [But don’t try this with me through this blog lol]
5. I don’t know how to burp/ I can’t sweat [it takes a lot for me to sweat]

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Awww thank you love :)

Thank you!
Yeah I’ve been rewarding myself by checking tumblr every now and then! Doesn’t work that well! :(
