Awwww!! *my scenarios make you cry* - I need to change that. I see some happy ones on the pending list coming up next so yayayaya!
That Yixing Picture is a killer I tell ya! A KILLER *sobs* but I can’t get it to be the same size as the last Sehun one I had. It looks so tiny in the corner! Wae must I be so tech challenged?? :’|
And thank you <3

That’s great to know. There are laws but a lot of things happen under the veil. No one knows about them and people who are weak just never say anything :( .. But I do see things changing [lets not be pessimistic :) ] and hope things finally change :)
I also know a lot of couples like that and it breaks my heart because I can’t do anything about it because I’m younger and people don’t really like it if you interfere in their business. In my scenario I made the husband leave without really putting up a fight [but that’s because the story was getting longer] in real life that rarely ever happens so you’re right about that. I just wish all of this stops and people learn to respect each other and if needed fight for their rights.
Awww thank you <3 *fingers crossed*
Yeah I woke up really late this morning and I couldn’t even post the scenario till like half way through the day.
But thank you though :)

‘Only she knew the pain of letting her body be embraced by the lips of a person she could never love…’
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You sat in the corner of your room, tending to your latest wounds. They weren’t that deep this time and they didn’t hurt that much either. Surprisingly, he had spared your after pushing you against the night stand. Usually he wouldn’t stop. He would continue till his anger subsided.
A tinge of pain ran through your forehead. You reached for it with your trembling hands. Not a single twitch or change of expression came through. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with a poker face. If anything, you wanted to laugh at how much you had gotten used to it. You reached for the bottom drawer to take out your special makeup that you used to cover up the bruises. You were going to need a whole lot that day.
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“Good morning,” you mumbled under your breath upon entering Exo’s practice room. They were busy practicing, so indulged in their performance that they didn’t even notice you come in. You patiently waited till they finished.
“Annyeonghaseyo,” Kris greeted bowing his head a little. He was still trying to catch his breath. The rest of the boys followed. You smiled at each one of them till your eyes met Lay’s. It hurt you to look at him but more than that, you were scared of his gaze. No one in the entire world but him could read your face. He knew the pain you went through every day. He knew how broken and weak you were from the inside and he knew that you very happily covered it with a fake smile on your lips.
“You guys need to get ready for tonight. Manager oppa said to finish practice and come downstairs,” you reported.
“Ah ye,” they replied with tired voices.
“I’ll be in the room next door if you guys need anything,” you announced before leaving.
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You had just gotten back into your cabinet sized room when you heard a faint knock on the door.
“Come on in,” you said. You didn’t care to look up since you were busy looking for some files.
“Hey,” you heard a familiar voice. Your head shot up right when he closed the door behind him. You looked at him and he at you and for a second you felt tongue tied. You didn’t bother telling him to leave because you had done that many times before. He never listened. He was too stubborn.
“What do you want?” you asked going back to looking for the lost item.
“What did he do this time?” he asked with a slight hint of anger in his voice. How could he possible know? -You asked yourself, touching the bruise on your forehead. You were sure you had covered it well.
“They need you downstairs. You should go,” you replied lamely.
“Don’t change the subject!” he grinded his teeth advancing towards you. The room was just the size for one person to barely fit in. With the two of you in there, there was very little space left to stand too far apart.
“I’m not changing the subject,” you said with a calm smile. You pretended to look at your watch to hide your nervousness and racing heart. “You’ll be late. Go!”
“I don’t care,” he held you close to him, his grip tightening by each second. You remained firm, making sure to not look him in the eyes. His fiery gaze only became more intense. You felt, if you stayed quite any longer, they might burn holes in your body.
“I don’t know how to say this nicely,” you finely began to say. “But this is my life Lay. You really don’t have a say in this.”
“I do,” he shook you aggressively.
“No you don’t,” you whispered back to calm his raging nerves. That’s the thing he hated about you. Even at your lowest, you never showed how you felt. Your eyes had never shed a single tear in front of him. You always had the same flat expressions which were a pure reflection of your numb feelings. It hurt him because he had never seen you smile. Every night before going to sleep he would wish that he had come in your life before ‘that s***** b******’ who made your life hell every day. He wanted to hold you close to him; caress your pain inflicted body and tend your wounded heart. He wanted to make you feel beautiful. He wanted you to smile…
“You’re hurting me Lay,” you finally said, not being able to bear the pain any longer. He looked down to where he was holding you. His grip loosened instantly.
“I’m sorry,” he said leaning in even closer.
“It’s alright,” you replied pushing him back politely. “Now go downstairs. They must be waiting for you.”
You looked from here to there casually, still pretending to look for file which was obviously of no use. His eyes moved along with the movement of your body. If only, you looked straight into his eyes for once. You would know how much he loved you. Deep down you knew how he felt and that’s what you were scared of. You knew well of the nature of women. They seek refuge in the love that is provided to them. In his case, it was over flowing. He loved you too much but you couldn’t accept it. You were a married woman and such things didn’t suit your nature.
Once again with a disappointed face, Lay left the room.
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The music was too loud, the food was yucky and the room was boiling up. You paced back and forth in nervousness looking at your watch from time to time. You had begged the manager to let you go home early but instead he strictly instructed you to not leave his sight. You didn’t quite understand why he needed you around? It was a clearly a party for the boys for their recent success- you weren’t needed there at all.
“Worried about something?” you heard Lay say from behind you.
“Huh!” you jumped around clenching your heart.
“Ah… no.. Not at ..all,” you stuttered.
“Your face says the opposite,” he said in a monotone, showing that he was tired of your innocent lies. “Do you have to be home before a certain time?”
“Oh no no!” you pulled a nervous smile. “I can go home any time.”
Lay chuckled at your failed attempt to convince him. He leaned in closer, holding your hands gently. “You don’t have to lie to me __________.” His voice was tender and reassuring. “I know what you’re going through. If you would just let me help you…”
“I don’t need your help…”
“You do need my help!” he pulled you into an isolated corner and began once again. “Can’t you see? You do need my help. He doesn’t deserve you. He’s not worthy to be with you. I can free you from all the pain he gives you…”
“No!” you pushed him back. “I don’t need your help Lay. Do you understand what I’m saying?” For the first time ever you raised your voice in front of him. You were getting tired of him interfering in your life. Sure you went through a lot everyday but it was none of his business. “This is my life. He is my husband! He can do whatever to me and it should be the least of your concern.” You pushed him back. “Now let me go.” You struggled a little before he finally let you go.
You began to walk away but stopped at the corner. Your anger still hadn’t subsided. “It would be better for both of us if you stop this,” you said. Lay’s lips quivered in anger too. He wanted to hug you so you would calm down but you had made it pretty clear you didn’t want him anywhere around you.
“___________ah!” He called after you right when you stepped out of the room.
“Lay!” his manager called him from the other corner. “Where is __________ going?.. she left her phone here. Someone has been calling her for a long time.”
Lay looked at the phone and back at the manager. A shudder ran through his body thinking it might be your husband. He must be really mad at you was the first thought that crossed his mind.
“Where does she live?” Lay asked worriedly. The manager looked at him strange and took out his phone to find your address.
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You opened the front door hesitantly knowing that your husband would be inside. The hallway was dark which reassured you a little. That feeling went away rather quickly when the lights suddenly turned on.
“Where have you been?” he roared from the living room. You stumbled at his sudden appearance. He lunged towards you in anger. “Answer me.”
“I..was..at the party..for the company,” you quivered in fear.
“And you didn’t care to pick up your phone?”
“My..phone..!” you touched your bag. “Ahhh.. I think I lost it at the party.”
“You lost it?” he lost his temper completely. “I just got you a new one and you LOST IT AGAIN?”
Without a warning he slapped you across the face with great force causing you to fall on the ground. You didn’t even have time to get stable when he grabbed your arm to pull you up.
“Stop it!” you cried in pain. You could taste your own blood from the cut near your lip. “Please stop it. You’re hurting me.”
He clenched your wrist even tighter reopening the previous cuts. “I am so done with you,” he howled.
“Then let me go!” you yelled.
“How dare you?” his eyes widened at your bold attempt. His hand flew in the air again and within seconds you felt it against your skin which began to heat up. Tears flowed out of your eyes in pain.
“Let me go!” you cried once again. He raised his hand one more time but was interrupted by the door bell. He pushed you back on the floor and walked to the door.
A handsome young boy stood across trying to look inside the house as the door opened. “Is _______ here?” he asked.
“She is busy. What do you want?” your husband asked trying to keep his cool. He looked at Lay up and down scanning his appearance. It made Lay uncomfortable. He stood across the man he hated the most in this world.
“She left her phone at the party,” Lay said offering it to him.
“Okay thank you!” your husband replied taking it from him. Lay stood on his toes to try to see past the man but his strong built wouldn’t let him. Just when Lay turned to leave he realized something. Your husband had sweat beads on his forehead and his breathing was passive. Your sudden but meek sniffle confirmed his suspicion. Lay turned around furiously and stopped the door from closing.
“What are you doing?” the older man asked.
“Let me in,” Lay yelled.
“What do you think you’re doing,” he yelled back pushing him out the door. Lay’s eyes blazed with anger and sudden rush took him. He pushed with even more force, this time entering the house. Without wasting more time he ran towards the living room. You sat curled up in a corner, your head buried in your hands.
“__________!” he cried out. You looked up in surprise but before you could say anything your husband reached for Lay from behind.
“Watch out,” you warned. Lay turned around just in time to save himself from the attack.
“You coward!” Lay punched him in the face. “How dare you? How dare you raise your hand at her?” Thw two looked at each other in horror.
“Stop it Lay!” you yelled which only provoked him more. He didn’t stop. Your husband didn’t have time to react.
“You raise your hand at her one more time.. one more time and..” He couldn’t finish his statement. He was too furious to continue. The man on the ground finally got up and held Lay by the collar. “Who are you to interfere in our personal matter?” he punched Lay.
“Don’t hit him,” you tried to interfere but only got pushed back. The two men continued to fight. You had no choice but to call the police.
“STTTOOOPPPPP ITT!” you yelled. Both men turned to look at you. “I have the phone in my hand. I’m going to call the police.” you threatened. Your husband lunged towards you. Lay stopped him and held him by the collar.
“I’m giving you one chance… one chance to run away from here or…” he pushed him back. He stood firm for any attempt to attack. There were none. Your husband looked at you and then at Lay. He thought for a little bit before finally walking out the door.
The phone fell from your hands and you yourself stumbled. Two strong hands held you and picked you up. Lay carried you to the couch and let you sit on his lap. He cupped your face in his hands and then leaned in to kiss you. He kissed all your bruises one by one hoping to relieve you from the pain. He wiped your blood with his hands and then gave you a light peck. His tears mixed with yours. He couldn’t hold himself back. He could feel his heart hurt at your condition. You rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes. Your suffering had finally ended.
“I’m so tired Lay,” you whispered. He patted your head also running his hands through your hair.
“I love you ________,”he murmured long after. He looked at you lovingly. You had long fallen asleep clenching on to his shirt. He kissed you on your forehead hoping you would never push him away again.
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Wahhhhh!! My first ‘oh so intense’ scenario. I hope you guys like it. Women’s day just passed so I thought this would be a good addition. I could go on and on and say a lot about how women should be respected but that’s not my intent here. I would say if you know anyone or are abused yourself, please speak up. Keeping it inside you won’t help and hoping that the other person will change one day is useless. Fight for your rights :)
Awwww <3 <3 <3 Thank you :) [I am wide awake now though]
*showers you w/ hearts* - but ends up making a potato heart lol
[gif not mine]
Just got home from a long day. I really want to sleep but since I promised to write scenarios here’s a cup of coffee I made .. and well I guess the rest of the night is going to be spent awake! *sighs*

Here’s an excerpt! I’ll write it soon :)

Here’s an excerpt from request no, 7 for everyone who is anticipating it. I’ve decided to first finish the requests before that and then write it but since you guys are so anxious here you go: [Feel free to send in any title suggestions]
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You stared at the blood dripping from the light cut you had given yourself. A tear fell from your eyes, adding itself to the trail of red liquid trickling down your wrist.
“It has come to this,” you mumbled to yourself.
‘You don’t have to do this…’ –the voice from inside told you.
“It’s not like anyone would care.”
‘They care! You just don’t know it yet…’
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” you replied, proceeding with a second violent touch of the knife with your skin. You were going to finish the job tonight, hoping to not see the next day light.
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Yep yep :) Hmm I’m still thinking! I’ll be busy all day tomorrow so I should try to finish this scenario tonight but Im not sure …

Mhmmmm sighs! I’m still working on my other scenario and it’s not going anywhere :| I don’t know what to do! I’m rethinking about what I said earlier..
But yeah you’re right! Who ever requested it did have a great idea :)

I would never be bothered by you guy’s messages <3
*Hmmm so since so many people want no. 7 to be written- I may write it first but only if more people like either this post or send in a message*
I don’t want the people who’s request are before no. 7 to be upset :(

Awwww <3 thank you! I hope I get a bunch done over the break unless my family decides to go somewhere then we’ll have have some problems! :|
Plus I have to catch up on so many TV series! .. Oh my my!
