Your Wish Is My Command

Anonymous asked: "Lay <3"

5 votes for Lay

**L and Lay tied with 5 votes Each **

posted 6 years ago

Anonymous asked: "I think lay would be really interesting for this."

hahaha indeed!

4 votes for Lay

posted 6 years ago

Anonymous asked: "I would like to vote lay :3"

Alrighttt *clap clap*

3 votes for Lay :)

posted 6 years ago

Anonymous asked: "Sandeul haha it will be different!"

I agree ^^ it would be really funny though since he is a complete opp.

1 votes for Sandeul

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strawberrykumiho asked: "I would vote for L. The other ones seem too soft for that kind of thinking in my opinion"

5 votes for L [lol my friend will be so upset when she finds out since she loves L so much]

posted 6 years ago

Anonymous asked: "Lay from Exo"

2 votes for Lay

posted 6 years ago

jung-piggie asked: "I vote for Myungsoo as well :p"

4 votes for L

posted 6 years ago

Anonymous asked: "I agree with the other person. The request fits L the best. :3"

alrighty 3 votes for L :)

posted 6 years ago

crazy--catz-deactivated20130324 asked: "I'd go with L ^^"

2 votes for L [hmm]

posted 6 years ago

Anonymous asked: "Id like to vote lay"

*yayyyy* lol

posted 6 years ago

seungho-dba-deactivated20121230 asked: "I'd say go wi L (infinite) for your toddler, "do things" scenario. It fits his persona more."

Alright one vote for L

*yay*

posted 6 years ago

I’m confused :|

Hey guys [ I don’t want to do a poll for this but I do want to know what you guys want]

I am very indecisive. The anon who requested the NEXT scenario asked me to choose any kpop idol and these are the top five I’ve chosen! HELP ME decide who you want it to be! :)

  Request: When you are extremely tired after taking care of your toddler and he comes home from work and asks you to “do things” but you refuse him and tell him you’re tired and he says something along the lines of “why you don’t even work” which causes you too start arguing. [to be determined] RBA

  1. Sandeul [B1A4]  —-> 1
  2. Lay [Exo M] —–> 7
  3. Joon [MBLAQ]
  4. L [Infinite]——-> 5
  5. JR [NUEST]

Note: If you guys want a different bias that’s fine too! Just inbox me whoever you want it to be :|

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Anonymous asked: "I loved your last two scenarios (Kris/Luhan). ♡♡♡ - Anon Naiya"

Thank-you anon Naiya! [ I hope you know how much I love you] I love your feed backs <3 <3 <3

Here’s a rare Baozi heart for you :)

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rockybluedanxruno-blog asked: "That last one made me cry. It wasn't wepping tears, only one tear came out of me, it was just such a beautfil thing too read, honestly. So well written and so beautiful"

The one about Lay? Yeah It was pretty sad! :’(

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posted 6 years ago

Some day [Lay] - Submission

***** Congratulations to -aww-sehunyoucutie for making me cry last night! This scenario is REALLY sad [ at least to me, since I LOVE Lay so much I can’t even think of leaving him —> in the fictional story in my head. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy reading this! .. Sorry for the sad scenarios recently but thats pretty much what I have on my request list for now*****



Lay danced.

And danced.

And danced.

Beautifully, you always added, but just danced and danced. For the longest time.

It was wonderful and you loved watching, yes, but you wish you could just tell him to stop, or take a break. And you did, sometimes, but only for water. You knew what was coming when he asked you out on the first date, and asked you to go steady after that. Even so, though you loved him so much, there was still loneliness.

You’d loved him for a long time. First, as his fan, he was the one your heart always beat the loudest for, then, as a girl, because the time that you spent working at the training centre made you feel real warmth and a soft ache in your chest whenever his name came up. You were raised overseas, but Mandarin was your first language, Korean, you started to learn after elementary school. You came to Korea for University, and, by some stroke of luck, managed to land a job with the trainees, and, of course, the bands that came.

Lay was practicing again, long after the other members had stopped and gone out to eat. You went and bought him some food, hoping that he’d at least stop for a late 9pm dinner. His skin was glazed over in sweat. The short breaths that he drew, coupled with the fierce look across his features used to make your heart race, but now, it made you feel a bit sad.

”YiXing,” you called albeit softly, not wanting to disrupt him too much, even though you knew it would have the same effect, “Stop to eat, please?”

You often had to plead him until he would sigh and stop unhappily. You never acted like you were disheartened, but you were. He continued to dance, probably too absorbed to even notice you. You gave up. These days, the determination to get him to complete his basic needs was fading. You sighed softly and left the food in the room, as you walked out the door.

You didn’t cry, you just sat in a chair in front of a table and let your arms sprawl all over the top, laying, slumped over. You let it squish your face into whatever blob-like shape it desired, too uncaring and tired to bother even sitting right. The folding table was cool, calming your warmer cheek. It was comfortable, but you still felt a subtle desolate pain in your gut.

“Maybe we should break up,” you mumble to yourself, thinking aloud, as you did sometimes. You spoke to yourself frequently, not too much, just casual mumblings here and there, it wasn’t unusual.

You pause, wanting to sigh, but having it caught at your chest. You thought half seriously for a moment, then suddenly, you sat straight up.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,” you shook your head vehemently. Over and over again, trying to knock the negativity out from inside you.

Your thoughts were conflicted. You always promised yourself that if a guy ever caused you hurt like that, you would leave straight away, regardless of how much you loved him. You were always independent, but somehow, even back then, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do it properly when it came.

Still, you contemplated it seriously. And even though you didn’t want to admit it, it sounded pretty good. You could break up, he probably wouldn’t care anyway. You stressed your lips a bit at the bitter notion. Still, you continued to list. There was never a problem with gossip and relationship between girls of the school, you were outspoken and cheerful, so you had a relatively healthy relationship with everyone in your department.

You could continue with University calmly, with your friends, no more being branded as ‘the girl who’s going out with an Exo member’, no more  sad sighs, no more tiredness from staying up with Lay, no more feeling unloved, no more this, no more that. Your mind swirled with the wonderful possibilities that came with the freedom of being unattached to Lay.

Still, you came up with just as many bad ones. And these, you couldn’t help but hang onto. No more seeing the guys, laughing, having fun, no more soft caresses on the back of your head, no more having someone who loves you the way you love them, and that last one alone accounted for more than enough to stop you. The problem is, if you stay, then nothing ever changes…

You sigh into the table again, now folding together your arms so you could bury your face.

“…You… Are not going to cry, ____,” you whispered into your arms sternly, scolding the tears that pricked the back of your eyes, “Stop being stupid.”

You squeezed your eyelids down, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration, hoping that it’ll stop the tears. Tightly, you could feel your facial muscles shaking. Still, you felt the wet warmth soak straight into your sweater. You let out a shaky breath, propping yourself up and wiping away the tears with your sleeves roughly. The more you wiped, the more they flowed from your eyes.

You’ve already spoken to him about it, but you understood he needed and loved to practice dancing, so it didn’t go too far before you conceded and ended up encouraging him.

“Ah,” you semi-whimpered, cleaning up the last of your tears, sniffling.

You scolded yourself for being pathetic, shaking your head and taking off your damp-sleeved sweater, revealing a tank top. You sigh, for the umpteenth time that day, and decide to give up that night. Calmly and quietly, you decide to go home, without letting Lay know and saying an ‘I love you’. Somehow, you knew he wouldn’t care anyway.

 

Days passed. You didn’t try to contact him, he didn’t try to contact you. You received a text from Chanyeol, asking where you were, but none from Lay. You expected it, but it still hurt. On your end, there was crying, uneasiness. He didn’t need you, you couldn’t help but think. He didn’t. He was an idol. He sang, he danced. You were a nobody. Nothing special. So what to do, but cry.

That was it. You finally gathered up the little confidence in your actions you could find and got dressed. Pulling a decent shirt over your head, you could already feel doubt creating a space in your chest, but you force it down. This is better for us, you think, over and over again. Quickly grabbing your phone, you headed for the training centre. This is it.

 

You walked in quietly, poking your head into the room, you unexpectedly found everyone sitting down chatting. They were on break, then, you assumed. They all greeted you familiarly and warmly, a few members being exceptionally noisy. You couldn’t help but laugh, no matter how nervous you felt, it still comforted you. You waved back, entering the room.

Lay stood up, already leading you out the door, leaving the other members confused, but confusing you the most. Before you could even say his name, he shut the door and took you into another empty practice room.

“Yi-“

“Where have you been the past few days,” he asked calmly, leaning over you.

You were somewhat caught off guard, but secretly, and you would never tell him, you were happy, because him caring was something you wished for all the time. You widened your eyes, to look at him. He stared back, you could feel hope building itself in your gut.

“…A-ah,” you finally managed to sputter, looking down for a second, “Um… Just. Stuff.”

He looked at your once more before averting his gaze and turning to leave.

“Alright,” he told you, before walking out into the hall, to go back.

You were stunned.

Did he not care? Not at all? And here you thought that he did. You felt so stupid, upset, at yourself, at him. Everything was wrong. Everything was wasted. You should have broken up a long time ago, you thought bitterly.

He was already halfway down the hall, already a distance where you could just barely hear the soft thumps of his shoes on the cold floor. He didn’t even care to bring you back. You couldn’t help but cry a little. And you wiped it quickly, angry, your heart thumping. To the point where your knees were weak, you were upset.

“Yixing, I hate you!”

You flew into a rash storm of tears, not knowing what to do.

“You stupid idiot,” you shouted at him, from behind, still standing in the room, but you knew he heard you, “Know what? I’m the one who doesn’t care anymore, let’s just break up!”

You wiped your eye roughly with your sleeve. Sobbing softly, you could hear his footsteps hurrying toward you, and you had mixed feelings about this, because you just wanted to disappear from the embarrassment. You felt so stupid, dejected, fed up with him, but at the same time, you hoped with every existence of your being that he would come back.

The steps came closer, quick, running thuds. And he appeared quickly, the tears pricked at your eyes even more, flowing non-stop, no matter how hard you willed them to. You were humiliated, how stupid, how childish you were acting.

Instinctively, he threw his arms around you and buried your head in his embrace, holding onto you tightly. You wanted nothing more than to just stay, but you knew that you were different from before. The old you would have forgiven him without a second thought, but the new you refused, instead, pushing him off, and shaking your head slowly as you headed for the door.

“No, _______!” Lay’s voice echoed out to you.

It rung only too loudly in your hearing, tempting you to go back, but you shook your head softly. Biting your lip, you fled the hallway as quickly as you could, and that was the end.

 

A few days had passed, and not a single one went without a flurry of text messages, missed calls, and unanswered visits from Yixing. You wanted to run to him, but you thought resolutely, ‘no’. Only when you left would he care. And then if you went back, it would be back to the same, listless routine you were so used to. You were hurt, so hurt, you wanted your feelings to disappear, but you were only left with baseless want, desolately eyeing the small, almost nonexistent pattern printed on your bedroom wall.

The tears came so often, it was hard to tell when you were crying and when you weren’t. It all felt the same now. You wished hard, to be a person who can wake up one morning and forget all the feelings you have for a person. Just hope. You gathered the courage that overwhelmed you and weakened your knees and pulled up your laptop. As it turned on, you tried to stop yourself, but at the same time, you forced yourself.

Softly typing, silent, sniffling, you finally decided. Typing, typing, typing. Tears fell, but still typing.

Enter.

Pause.

A sharp intake of breath.

The anxiety that filled your chest, made you dizzy, but still, you smiled tentatively, your lips quivering ever so slightly, as a heavy tear rolled down the side of your sullen cheek.

Who knew that you would have the same reaction days later, when the confirmation email came, that yes. You were going to study abroad. That yes, you could finally sigh, a relieved breath, and let go of the hurt that stifled a heart begging for air, as it thumped erratically under your breast. That yes, for two years, you could finally laugh with the lighthearted tinkle you’d always dreamed of.

Wiping the tears with your fingers, all that was left was to pack.

 

Two years passed quickly. You grew, you changed, you laughed, you cried, and it was funny. How people change. That maybe, in an alternate world, you would still be demurely supporting Lay’s career, wasting time. You couldn’t help but laugh aloud, and have the girls in front of you shoot a weird stare.

Clumsily moving among the masses of people, you could hardly see in the dimmed light. The wild screams from the fans kept you aware of your surroundings, which was, undoubtedly a crows of screaming fans. Music started, you turned and watched. And there he was.

To say that it felt like time had stopped is inaccurate, but you could feel a nostalgic pressure form in your chest. Your jilted breath finally managing to flow fluidly, a smile slowly raises to your face, and you watch in silence. Your eyes become wet, but you don’t cry.

You shoot him one last smile, knowing that he couldn’t see you even if you wanted him to, but that was okay. You didn’t need to be seen. This was enough.

Holding your breath, you made your way back, forcing your way behind everyone, mumbling a ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’ every so often. Almost out, you suddenly turned around upon hearing a sea of screams and gasps, the large body of girls pushing harder against you. You hold your breath, seeing Yixing, who stared at you.

“Wait-!” he sputtered, as he struggled with the swarm of females, stepping off the large stage. The song stopped.

He’s seen you.

The thought imprinted itself into your comprehension.

You feel a tear drop, surprising you. You touch your face slowly. Letting out a small chuckle, you wipe your tear swiftly. You must have started crying some time ago.

Softly, a gentle smile is offered. A smile that was filled with gratefulness, void of regret, thankful that you’d met, and that he’d changed you. Thank you for letting me fall in love with you, you couldn’t help but put in there with your thoughts to him.

Only this small greeting, you turned back, making the rest of the way out. You finally felt the frigid air of the cool evening nip at your exposed skin. Still grinning, you walked a little further from those who entered late. Finding a small spot, you let yourself cry. In the cold air, you were finally free.

You thought it was funny, again. You didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry, so you did both. Crying, wearing a bright smile on your face, you couldn’t even care if someone wanted to think you were mentally unstable.

Just happiness, nostalgia, a twinge of reminiscent pain, but all of this made you smile. Because you smiled, you finally allowed yourself to cry. And still, you could only think, thank you, thank you, thank you.

With that, you walked home with a settled heart and a tear stained grin. Finally, finally, finally. It was the end. The bittersweet end. And you still managed to whisper to yourself.

“I still love you.”

 

The end. 8D I guess you could argue that Lay would find you and confess and you would be happy forever and ever, and I’m sure that would have happened. Or maybe not. Fjksjfls. Never know. :D Haha, I should have spent more time on it, but I really wanted to finish. Jfkaljfljaslfsdjflsjlf. Lolsorry. Alright. J Have fun.

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