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
I should be studying but instead I am here, getting jealous of Taemin and Na eun on WGM! *cries*

Requested by anon
Note: [I couldn’t think of a better title- but this has nothing to do with the actual show]
You chugged down your third glass and then slammed it on the counter. Your vision was getting a little blurry too. Onew and Minho had been dragged into the pool of sweaty, stinking people by two girls. You rubbed your eyes, blinked, shook your head but nothing worked. The server handed you another glass. You turned around and looked at him strange. He shrugged his shoulders, moving on to the next person.
“___________ah,” you heard someone say your name. You looked in the possible direction. Key was waving at you. You obviously couldn’t see him. All you saw was a hazy image at a near distance giving you a thumbs up. You waved back reassuring him that you were fine.
Just a few seconds ago you had boasted in front of the guys that you could drink infinite amounts without getting drunk. Clearly, it wasn’t true. You were already drunk and it was just your fourth one. You had also forgotten that the server was supposed to give you a new one right after you finished the one you had in your hand.
“__________,” you heard your name being called by a familiar voice. It sounded like Minho. You turned around to look. The guy held your arms to stop you from tripping.
“I thought you didn’t like clubs,” he said.
“Well I do now,” you said smiling goofily. The guy smiled at you. You liked Minho’s smile. He had never smiled at you like that before.
“Come with me,” he said pulling you out of the crowd.
“Where are you taking me?” you asked.
“Somewhere you’ll love,” he replied not really wanting you to hear it. You didn’t care either. You let him drag you.
As soon as the two of you entered a small dark room, he closed the door behind you pinning you to the door. His lips began to grace your body with its light touches. You had no idea how tender Minho really was after showing his tough side to you almost all the time.
Little did you know that that person was not Minho…
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You found yourself alone in the room, wrapped in sheets the next morning. A nervous feeling took your stomach while a tinge of pain ran through your head. Memories of the night before came back in broken images. After entering the room and his first touch you couldn’t remember anything. Your hand automatically sprung for the cell phone.
“Hello oppa,” you said as soon as Minho picked up his phone.
“__________ where are you? Do you know how worried we were about you? I’ve been looking for you since last night,” he said all in one go.
“What?…,” you fell silent immediately. Why would he say something so stupid when he was with you the night before? “Stop joking around,” you chuckled nervously.
“I’m not joking. Seriously tell me where are you?” he asked, this time more sternly.
“You were with me last night. You should know.”
“Me? No I wasn’t. Onew and I saw you while you were drinking and walking towards us and the next second you were gone. Seriously! What happened?”
“Oh my goodness! Oh God!.. Oh …my..,” you began to cry.
“_________, ___________ are you okay?” Minho panicked. You hung up on him and threw your phone in the corner of the room. Burying your head in your lap you tried hard to remember what had happened the night before. Nothing came to you. You couldn’t remember the guys face because this whole time you had kept thinking it was Minho. Even if it was Minho you should have never gone in the room with him or even drag you in the first place. Looking at your bare body disgust you. Someone you had no idea about had touched you the night before. He had taken away from you your innocence and you didn’t know who he was, where he was from or what he looked like.
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7 months later:
You sat on the couch reading an old magazine. The wind knocking the branches against your window was annoying you but you were trying to keep your calm. You couldn’t really expect a lot of patience out of a 6 and half month pregnant woman. You sprung from the couch in anger. Not having a set plan in mind, just as you were lunging towards the window you heard a knock on your front door.
Rolling your eyes in frustration you walked to your front door. Five guys stood opposite you holding flowers in their hands with a bright smile planted on their faces. “You guys!” words came out of your mouth automatically. The last time they had come to see you was before they went overseas for promotion. Even then only everyone but Minho had showed up. They never came together. Sometimes it was Key and Jonghyun. Other times Onew and Taemin would pay a visit but never Minho. It was sort of your fault too, for pushing him away from you. After the morning you found out he wasn’t in the room the night the incident happened you had been blaming him for no apparent reason. You never said it directly but you always showed it through your actions. Minho got the hint and tried to stay away from you as much as possible. Neither of you had had such strong feelings for each other before that event but they had started to develop after. He didn’t know he would miss talking to you so much and neither did you.
“Come on we’re here to take you shopping,” Key said clapping his hands.
“Shopping? Right now? have you seen the weather outside?” you asked looking at him strangely.
“________ my love! We have a car. Now stop talking and come with us,” Key replied. Without giving you a chance to counter attack he grabbed your arm and pulled you.
“Be careful Key she’s pregnant,” Jonghyun said giving your back some support from behind.
The next second you were out of the building and into the car with five boys surrounding you. All of them pattering about which store to go to and what kind of stuff to get. You glanced over at Minho from time to time. Once or twice, you caught him staring at you but other times, he kept his eyes fixed on the scenery outside.
“Minho! You should suggest something too,” Onew said.
“You guys can decide. I’m fine with whatever,” he replied briefly. The guys didn’t take much note of him acting weird but you did. You started to wish you hadn’t pushed him away when he was trying to help. You’d hurt his feelings.
The car stopped outside a mall far away from the city. They dragged you out of the car and into the building.
“Clothes first. They are the most important,” Taemin said cutely.
“I agree,” you added.
“I’m pretty sure the food and diapers are more important,” Key replied making a sass face.
“It’s her 7th month you idiot. We have plenty of time to buy that later,” Jonghyun said hitting him on the back of his head. “Now let’s go to the clothes store. Maybe we will find a stroller or something like that here too.” You gave Key an apologetic expression and waved at him to come join you guys.
All the guys ran to different corners of the store looking for the best item. You and Minho soon realized that you were left alone. He stood beside you awkwardly staring into space. You looked up at his flat, expressionless face. For a minute all your anger came back. It subsided just as quick as it had come. It wasn’t his fault. You had told yourself that many times. It was time you finally apologized to him.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled under your breath.
“Huh,” he huffed. “Why are you saying that?” he asked after a while.
“Because I was mad at you for no reason,” you replied.
“I must have done you wrong,” he said. His words didn’t make sense to you. You looked up at him with a questioned expression.
“What do you mean?” you asked. He turned around after a while, to face you. He held your hands and brought them closer to his face.
“Do you have any idea, how many times I have wished, since that day that I was in the room with you that night instead of that coward who used you and ran away,” Minho said. You could see his face turning red with anger. His grip on your hand began to tighten to. You were still trying to make sense of his words when he let loose and walked away. Did he like you? You thought and along with that a lot of other questions attacked your head demanding answers you didn’t have. Only Minho knew the answer to them.
“__________ how does this look?” Key asked poking his head from behind a huge rack. He held in his hands a beautiful frock loaded with glitters and flowers.
“Oppa I don’t even know if it’s a girl or a boy,” you said. “How about some neutral colors?”
“We can buy both. Boys for girls and boys and the return the ones we don’t use,” Taemin suggested.
“And waste all that money? ________ is right. Only neutral colors you guys,” Onew announced.
The guys scattered around the store once again looking for the right stuff. They came back occasionally showing you what they had brought with them. Some got selected while many were rejected. In a mere two hours you guys had bought almost half the store.
“We should go now. My back has started to hurt and my stomach has been hurting too,” you said making a face.
“Hold on let me go get the car,” Minho said.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!,” just then you screamed not being able to bear the pain in your stomach.
“Did the baby kick?” Key asked holding your arm.
“I don’t know….. it hurts,” you said in broken speech. You guys were near the door. Minho hurried to the car in a worried state. The guys held you to give you as much support as possible. Passerbys gave you a strange look as four guys tried to handle your unstable state. Clearly they had never been trained in such thing before. Neither of them knew what to do. Minho brought that car. Jonghyun and Key sat inside with you while Onew and Taemin decided to take the Taxi.
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“We need a nurse over here,” Key yelled. Minho held your hand tightly while Jomghyun pushed your wheelchair. The entire scene looked more comical than serious. If your baby wasn’t kicking you would be laughing at the moment.
“Calm down,” you heard someone approaching you guys.
“Her baby’s kicking. Get it out of her,” Key said making a frustrated face. The nurse gave him an odd look. She took your hand from Minho’s and began to pat it. A stretcher was brought for you. Minho got pushed behind by Key and jonghyun. Both took each of your hand and walked with you inside the room.
“What month is she in?” the nurse asked.
“7th,” both guys said at once. The doctor soon entered the room pushing everybody out of the way.
“Can she push?” she asked.
“It’s her 7th month,” the nurse replied.
“What are these guys doing in here? Which one of you is the father?” the doctor asked. Both guys looked at each other, then at you and then back at each other. The doctor raised her eyebrows looking for answer. The next second both of them raised their hands.
“What are you doing?” Jonghyun asked grinding his teeth.
“You wouldn’t raise your hand. So I had too,” Key replied.
“That’s it. Both of you need to get out. We’ll have to operate,” The doctor announced.
“What operate on her?” Key’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Yes! Now leave,” The nurse began to push them.
“We need to stay by her. Can’t you see she needs us?” they said worriedly.
“She doesn’t need any of you. Now leave so can stop suffering,” the doctor said sternly. The guys looked over at you. You held your stomach, whimpering in pain. They let themselves be dragged and then kicked out of the room.
They both stuck their face to the tiny window on the door. Minho soon joined in watching all that was happening to you.
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You opened your eyes to an empty room and a much toned down stomach. Your head still hurt and your body felt weak. Just as you titled your head a little to the right, you saw five guys staring down at you from the half glass door. Your eyes widened in surprise as you clenched your fist in horror.
One by one they all started to come in. They perfectly aligned themselves around you each with a beautiful smile on their face.
“It’s a boyyyyyyy,” Taemin blurted out in excitement almost singing his phrase. Onew hit him on the back of his head making a nasty face.
“We were going to say it together,” he said.
“I couldn’t resist,” Taemin whined.
“He’s got your eyes,” Minho said. Your eyes met his and for the first time in months you saw him smiling.
“Yeah you should know, since you were the first one to hold him,” Key punched Minho on the arm.
“Waaaeeee,” Minho said raising his hand in reaction. Onew held both of them and pulled them apart. Your eyes went around the room searching for the baby.
“He’s in the incubator for now,” Onew said.
“What?” your heart sank. “Why?”
“Relax! They’ll take him out in few days. He’s a little weak right now,” Jonghyun calmed you. After that the guys stood around you waiting for you to say something. They all had said enough.
“Thank you so much guys. If you hadn’t supported me this baby wouldn’t have been in this world today. I would have ab…..”
“_________, _________ let’s not talk about that right now okay? It’s a happy moment. Let’s all enjoy it,” Onew said patting your head gently.
Your eyes met with of the members’ eyes thanking them for all their efforts. They were truly your friends and they had all done a lot for you. You counted yourself as the luckiest person your life. And so was your baby who would have five funny, adorable and equally silly daddys to take care of him.
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Wrote this pretty quick without getting distracted much so I’m proud of myself. I hope you guys like this one. I tried to not make it super serious even though I was leaning towards that a little bit. The Minho thing- I just left it hanging since the person who requested this didn’t really ask for such details. Hopefully you guys will like this :)
Disturbance MV_ Boa
For my next scenario I will be using this song as my inspiration. Sounds like a good idea? [I am really excited about this one]
This is what the anon requested:
You guys have grown apart because of your own stresses so you decide to take a break but then he comes after you. [Xiumin] RBA
Requested by jerlineybobeenie
“Hello, Hellooo, Hellooooo,” you made sort of an echoing sound as your burst into Shinee’s practice room.
“Oh look who we have here..” Jonghyun said without bothering to look up. He was used to your crazy yet amusing entrances.
“So what’s up?” Minho asked, grabbing his backpack.
“Nothing much, just decided to check on you guys before leaving.”
“Oh come on, there has got to be more to it,” he squint his eyes at you so you would blurt out the truth.
“Aniyo,” you defended yourself.
“What is it ________?” he asked once again.
“Nothing,” you patted his shoulder. “Ahhh where is Taemin by the way?”
“He’s changing.”
“No I’m not. I’m right here,” he said revealing himself from the little corner.
“I need a favor,” you blurted out.
“What no greetings no nothing?” he asked coming to give you a hug.
“Is that sweat or did you just shower?” you held your hand out to stop him.
“I just took a shower.” He pulled you into a hug. “Umm.. you know I was lying right.” He whispered in your ear.
“What!!!!,” you cried, pushing him away. “I hate you.” You lifted your hand to hit him but he caught it.
“If you need a favor from me, you probably don’t want to do that.”
“I hate you,” you glared at him.
“I can deal with that,” he chuckled. “Okay now tell me what it is?”
“Can you take me to Namsan tower. There’s this new museum that opened there and it’s only for a limited time and I really want to go check it out but I don’t have anybody to go with and .. and .. just please go with me pleassssssseeeeeeeeeee,” you said it all in one breath.
As soon as you finished, the silent room filled with mocking scoffs from the other members.
“Does she really think Taemin will take her out somewhere?” Key whispered in Jonghyun’s ear.
“Okay what time do you want me to pick you up?” Taemin said ignoring the other members.
“Whaaaa!,” Jonghyun and Key gasped together. You turned around and stuck your tongue out at the boys.
“Pick me up at 10 in the morning,” you told Taemin and hurried out the door.
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You woke up to the banging on your front door. You looked at the clock. It was 9 45. No wonder he was getting so impatient.
“I’m coming!,” you yelled and began looking for cloths. The banging didn’t stop since he couldn’t hear you because of all the noise. You picked the most random cloths in a hurry.
“I’m coming,” you yelled once again. “Shoes, shoes shoes,” you repeated looking for them everywhere. The door suddenly opened and Taemin came walking in.
“Oh I didn’t know the door was open otherwise I would have…… what are you doing?” Taemin asked, looking at you from head to toe.
“Looking for my shoes. Help me find them,” you waved your hands in the air.
“There,” he pointed to the corner of the room.
“Aigoo, thankyou,” you quickly wore them and then grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”
“You’re going to go out like this?” he asked you, trying hard to control his smile. “I can see your bright pink bra through your blue shirt _______.” You looked down at yourself. It really did look weird but you could care less at the moment. All you could think about was the really long line in front of the museum.
You were always a mess. Doing things last minute and getting in trouble, was your routine. You were hyper, loud and stubborn. You loved living your life to the fullest. You annoyed Taemin a lot too but only because you thought of him as a close friend. Of course, you had no idea how he felt about you. He was head over heels in love with you and then there was you- always oblivious to everything.
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“Seriously look at the line oppa!,” you hit him lightly and stomped your feet. “Now we’ll never get in.”
“How is it my fault?” he asked, rubbing the part of his arm, you’d hit.
“Arghhhhh, I’m going to get myself a Popsicle. Want one?” He shook his head, too preoccupied with your hyper activity.
You soon returned and stood beside him, resting your arm on his shoulder. “This line is not going anywhere!” you said shoving the Popsicle in your mouth. He turned his head slightly to look at you. A smile spread on his face. He could see your mouth moving but he couldn’t hear any of the words you were saying. In fact he had muted out all the noise. All of his attention was fixed on you and you silly facial expressions.
“Taemin… oppaa!.. Oppa!,” you snapped your finger in his face. “Are you even listening to me?”
He nodded back.
“Are you sure? Because you don’t seem like yourself today. Something is definitely up with you today.”
“I’m fine,” he smiled and held your hand. “Now, I have a better idea. How about we just go to the top of the tower and come back for the museum later?”
You thought for a while but soon gave in. He was right. The line was way too long and it was also starting to get a little chilly.
The two of you made your way to the much smaller line that took you to the top of the tower through a cable car. You moved from corner to corner in the small box trying to take pictures of the scenery. You even pushed Taemin into taking some pictures with you. He was shy but gave in when you didn’t stop insisting.
“Oh my God, this is beautiful…. And chilly,” you rubbed your arms for warmth.
“Let’s go to the corner. I don’t see a lot of people there.”
“Alright,” you replied, following him.
“Seoul looks so beautiful from up here,” you sighed, shoving your hand between Taemin’s arm and body.
“It does. I can’t believe I never came here before.”
“See! This is why you should hang out with me more. I’ll make your life so much better,” you joked. Taemin chuckled and scratched the back of his head. Just as he was about to say something, you began talking.
“We should take a picture together. Hold on okay!,” you turned around, to look for someone.
“Excuse me,” you called an ajhussi. “Can you take a picture of us?” you asked. He nodded and took the camera from you. You ran back to Taemin, pulled him closer to you and rested your head on his shoulder.
“One.. two.. three.. cheeeese,” the man said taking the picture. “You guys make a lovely couple,” he gave you a thumbs up.
“Oh no no! he’s just a friend,” you said taking the camera back from him. “Ghamsahamnida.”
“Can you believe it? He thought we were going out,” you said to Taemin with a laugh.
“What’s wrong with that?” Taemin turned to face you and said with a serious expression.
“No I mean.. he…aa..,” you didn’t have any words so you looked away.
“________, I love you.” Taemin said. He was tired of keeping it in. He hadn’t planned to tell you anything that day but the events took such a turn that he couldn’t resist himself.
“What,” you gasped, looking right at him. “When did..this happen?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“No .. I ..,” you gave up. You clearly didn’t have any more words.
“Do you not feel the same way?” he asked hesitantly.
You closed your eyes and began thinking. Instead of that, old memories started running through your mind. The time when Taemin saved you from falling from the roof. The time he lied to his manager for you so you wouldn’t get caught. The time he stayed up late to help you finish your project. He pretended to be sick so you he wouldn’t have to go to the party you weren’t invited to. Took you to the midnight premier of a horror movie because you were too scared to go yourself. Brought you ice cream at 3 am because you were craving it. Bought you a jacket because you had spent all your money on other stuff. All these things and many more, he had done for you without reminding you of any of his favors. If that wasn’t love than what was it? How could you not see any of it? You began to realize that, if he wasn’t there with you, life would seem so empty. It was as if your life was incomplete without him.
“_________,” Taemin nudged you, bringing you back to reality.
“Huh!,” you looked at him.
“Well?” he asked.
You pulled a smile and leaned in, giving him a kiss on his cheek. Taemin held your hand tightly and pulled you close to him.
“So is that a yes?” he asked.
You nodded your head shyly. You were more surprised than him, at your blushing cheeks and red ears. Maybe it just needed a mere push for you to realize that you cared about him just as much as he cared about you…
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Yipeeeee!!! 1st Taemin scenario … I hope you all like it :)
Taemin’s ideal girl is someone who will only look at him:
