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Goodbye - Scenario Dump

Hello, everyone~ This is quite possibly the last thing I’m going to post on this blog. It’s a dump of three unfinished scenarios I wasn’t able to finish in the past 2 years. As you all probably saw coming, I can no longer find the motivation to continue updating this blog and writing on a daily basis. I could write a whole novel on why I’ve decided to leave, but I’ll keep it short: Life changes and so do we. These last 3-4 years with you all have been almost surreal. From your kind messages to our crazy drabble games, I really felt welcomed as a writer and contributor to the fandom. Thank you so much for sharing this creative space with me. I will miss you all dearly. For those who are willing to stick around with me a little longer, I’m actually way more active on this blog! I’m also working on writing a little fic there, and after it’s posted, we’ll see if I do more. But for now, that’s where you can find me.

And now, for the word vomit you’ve all been waiting for under the cut. These are unedited and unfinished so pls forgive me if you find errors, lol. Thank you, everyone! See you on the flip!

Red Carpet - Jaebum

New Year ’s Eve.

You’ve grown used to spending it with the familiar waft of cookies and hot chocolate, the crinkle of wrapping paper, and carols softly playing on the radio. This year, you spend the last night of the year alone, ironically so amidst the energetic chaos flying about backstage. At some point, you’d escaped the insistent hands of your stylists and bowed past several of your seniors, never lifting your head to make eye contact. Utmost respect meant quick greetings. No questions asked. No suspicions. No one took notice when you slipped out the back exit and ascended up the flight of stairs leading into the rooftop.

Nausea hits you as soon as you peer over the edge and spot the red carpet below, still bustling with activity. The flashes from the paparazzi are blinding even from far away. Around them, fans crowd behind the barricades, holding up signs and gifts. A wall of security stands guard at the sidelines. Sleek, black vans with tinted windows roll slowly down the street, dropping off the stars of the night. Just hours ago, you were one of the many idols who walked down that glamorous path.

Your stomach flips at the memory of the event.

There was an overwhelming response to your arrival, even more so when your name made headlines after your iconic debut stage.

______,The Rising Star. Korea’s Next BoA. The Nation’s Pride.

Crippling pressure weighed on you as soon as you first touched limelight. Your fans rapidly accumulated. Your albums sold out in mere days. You received offers for commercials and acting roles, you were invited to guest on entertainment shows. Your company’s sales soared, and in turn, they prioritized your promotions over your label mates’. After all of this, tonight, on the red carpet, they had asked you how you felt.

You now chuckle sadistically to yourself, grabbing onto the metal railing and hardly feeling the cold there.

They think you’re ecstatic. Absolutely thrilled and honored to be here amongst the leading celebrities of the country, ending the year with trophies and explosive performances. Tonight, the world expects you to live up to their expectations.

How can you possibly fulfill these demands when your stomach is in knots and your throat is chocked with anxiety?

Dropping your hands from the railing, you step back with wobbling knees. Your dress suddenly feels tight around your body, locking you in a wicked grip. The worst of your fears race through your head.

What if you don’t deserve all of this attention after all? What if you break on stage? What if your voice falters and cracks in the middle of your performance? What if your fans are disgusted by your self-composed songs?  

If they hate it…

The shock of this thought shoots through your bones like lightning, and you stumble back, your heel snagging in your long dress. You yelp in surprise as your body loses balance and falls backward, colliding with a broad and solid chest.

A pair of gentle hands catches you by the shoulders.  

“Breathe, sweetheart.”

The voice is deep and quiet. There’s familiarity in the man’s tone, as if you’d heard it before in a passing conversation. Your guard raises, and you pull away to face the stranger who you assume to be a passing senior or staff member.

“I’m sorry. I’ll head back in-“

“I don’t think taking a few breaths calls for an apology.”

Im Jaebum, leader of Got7, stares back at you inquisitively with a raised brow.

Your heart stutters in your chest. The last time you’d seen him, it had been in the dressing room hours ago, when he’d been sitting in front of the mirror having his hair styled. You were passing by in the hall and your eyes met briefly through your reflection on the glass. He looked startled, smiling politely before blushing by the tips of his ears. The staff had abruptly the door to his dressing room before you could react.

In contrast to then, the Jaebum in front of you now no longer seems so shy. Dark eyeliner accentuates his eyes, adding a heavy undertone to his gaze that warms your insides. You panic slightly under the weight of his undivided attention, eyes unnervingly focused and…concerned?

Surely, you must be wrong.

“If you’re questioning my motives, then yes, I actually did follow you up here,” Jaebum’s lips curve into a smile. Your face warms in response. “You looked sick and pale, and I know that look all too well.”

“You do?” you blurt out, eyes widening at yourself. You never do this. Never respond to your elders informally or entertain colleagues who made their advances. In revealing something more than your stage persona, you were afraid of exposing your vulnerabilities. So you became a shell. Bathed in the spotlight, but never letting anyone touch your core.

Jaebum has thrown all of your practice out the window.

“I remember when I felt that way,” Jaebum nods, as if confirming something in your eyes. He’s reading you as easily as an instruction manual, and you can’t bring yourself to look away. “I felt something like it after Jinyoung and I stopped promoting as JJ Project.”

Jaebum’s gaze softens. He slides past you to look over the railing where the activities of the red carpet event have begun to dwindle. You watch his back and taut shoulders for a moment, hesitating. He could be up to something. Leading you to let down your guard so he can tease and torture you about it later.

You’ve heard stories during your training period. How seniors sometimes pressured rookie artists, manipulating the rules of seniority in order to bully the ones on the lowest of tiers. The end goal was to drive the rookies to quit, weeding out the competition so the ones at the top may stay there. It was a sick, twisted game played by a select few, but still a possibility in this line of business.  

But to be played by Im Jaebum?

You shake your head.

He’s better than this. You know it with certainty. Those eyes that met with yours in the mirror held the truth, and somehow, you know you can trust him.

Joining him to stand by the railing, you watch Jaebum examine his hands, calloused and stretched on the back of his palms. With a start, you remember watching an interview of Got7 weeks ago while you were on standby in the waiting room. Jaebum recounted a story of his stray cats in the dorm, each who had bizarre, yet strangely endearing personalities.

You find yourself smiling before he even begins to speak.

“I think my whole world fell apart and rebuilt itself when I re-debuted with the boys.” he folds his hands, toying with his fingers in awkward movements. “I hated them for a time just because they were new and inexperienced. But God, did they grow on me fast. I wanted to show off as their senior, but who was I kidding? I was still shitting my pants before our debut stage.”

You laugh out loud at this, and Jaebum turns to you, mirth in his eyes despite his unfortunate story.

“You know why they call me out for being so hyperactive out there?” he jerks his head to the side, referring to an imaginary audience.

You shake your head, and he sighs softly.

“Because I don’t think I’ll ever forget the energy of my first stage. As in, my first genuine stage. I was happy. I didn’t care about what others might think of me in that moment or afterwards. I was out there losing myself in my craft, and that’s the only thing I hold on to when I perform. That should be your only concern tonight too.”

His eyes dart over to the red carpet briefly, and you shiver, both from the chill of the night and the implication of his words.

“How did you know?” you stare up at him, wondering. In a matter of minutes, he’d figured you out. Related with your emotions and churning thoughts. Though all he did was talk about himself, you don’t think this is really about him. Not completely. Otherwise, he would have approached this conversation with much more arrogance.

No, that’s not it.

He’s comforting you.

The realization has your pulse quickening.  

“You can say I know from experience.” Jaebum grins with a degree of shyness, as if reading into your thoughts.

You hold his gaze for a few beats. The familiar flush on his ears has returned, but his eyes are unwavering. For the first time tonight, you let out an unlabored breath. Your heart is still running a marathon, but this time, in a good way. Jaebum is still watching you as you let your eyes flutter shut.

“Thank you.”

“For what? The pleasure is mine.”

There’s mischief laced in Jaebum’s voice.

You crack an eye open.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know.” Jaebum says incredulously, lips quirking into a smile. “I’m actually one of your biggest fans.”

The world freezes for a second.

The distant camera flashes halt to a stop, the sound of screaming fans dim to an acute noise, and the cold air lifts from your skin, warming your body from inside out.  Your vision blurs from the intoxication of Jaebum’s confession. His timid smile is all you can see.

“Why me?” you ask more to yourself than to Jaebum, recalling all the times you’ve quietly watched him with awe from behind the scenes, the charismatic leader of his team. Someone as occupied and charming as he wouldn’t have time to admire a rookie idol like you.

“Why not you?” Jaebum challenges, raising a brow.

“Because…” you struggle to reason with him. You’re not up to par with him. He’s several years your senior. You have not yet shown your full potential. “…because I’m me.”

“You’re being unfair, _______.” Jaebum chuckles, though his tone is bitter. “I didn’t come up here to get rejected.”

Your eyes shoot up to his in alarm.

“I wasn’t-“

“Rejecting me? I know, it’s hard not to.”

You barely manage to keep yourself from cringing.  

Jaebum, on the other hand, completely fails to hide his horror. Even in the dark, the dim glow of the moon is enough to expose his flushed cheeks.

Vicissitude - Part 3 (Chanyeol)

“Care to tell me why you haven’t been to work for the past three days?”

Kyungsoo is scary.

He entered the kitchen twenty minutes ago without saying a word, silently tiptoeing around you and your laptop at the table to brew some coffee. You’d almost forgotten he was there until he cleared his throat, paused for a solid few seconds, then dropped the big question.

You were hoping he wouldn’t notice.

But his low profile tendencies have a reason behind it, which is being highly aware of his surroundings and noticing changes.  Which you’ve clearly made.

You’re actually doing your homework.

A lot of it.

Along with other things.

“Oh, you know,” you say over the whirring of the coffee machine. “Places to be. People to meet.”

“In the middle of nowhere.”

You never knew Kyungsoo had so much sass in him. The quiet, deadly kind of sass that catches you off guard because he’s being so painfully casual for someone who’s about to pry for information.

And his back is still turned on you.

“I still haven’t gotten my paycheck, by the way.” you’re stalling, which is painfully obvious. “I’m going on strike.”

Kyungsoo finally shows his face after pressing a button on the coffee machine, the whirring immediately subsiding after he lifts the mug from the base of the machine. He studies you quietly without an ounce of emotion on his face, and you try to mimic the same neutral expression but you know you just probably look like you’re constipated.

“Paychecks come out every two weeks. And considering that you’ve also skipped out on the past few days…..” he doesn’t finish knowing that you understand the deal here.

No work, no pay.

You sigh, acknowledging defeat and turning back to your laptop to finish up that government paper you’re only halfway finished with because you didn’t actually start writing it until three days ago. Somewhere along the line, you’ve turned writing papers into a form of distraction.

In actuality, you hate writing. But it gives you something to do and think about other than the lingering touch of Yixing’s lips and the thin layer of guilt there that you’re still trying to figure out.

As usual, forgetting things isn’t as easy as it seems.

“Please tell me you’re going to go away soon.” you say without looking up from your laptop, because you know very well that Kyungsoo is still standing there with his coffee and he hasn’t shown any sign of movement.

He’s also making you think of things again which is bad. Very bad.

“I’m waiting.”

He wants answers.

He’s been hanging out with Baekhyun too much. He’s slowly getting just as annoying. And by annoying you mean being able to read right through you even with the façade you’re showing.

Are you really that readable?

“Then keep waiting.” you pull down your laptop screen and grab for your coat behind your chair, and only now does Kyungsoo set down his coffee in mild surprise.

“Where are you going?”

He sounds like your mom whenever you ask her if you can hang with some friends she doesn’t recognize the names of at any time past nine in the evening.  

Mind you, it’s only three in the afternoon right now. Therefore, Kyungsoo can’t call you out on this.

“On a walk.” you offer him a salute, which he doesn’t take very well as he scrunches his brows in thought back at you.

Amazing how much character development he can show within only a week or so after meeting him for the first time. There’s also the fact that you’ve somewhat taken a liking to him during your time at the lounge whenever you’d exchange random pleasantries in between working breaks.

Or how he randomly takes care of the people around him without much thought through simple things. Such as waking Baekhyun up every morning without yelling at him about his alarm that wakes just about everyone in the cabin except for him. And how he’ll diligently listen to Chanyeol’s guitar playing and actually give feedback unlike Jongin who merely offers a nod of approval whenever Chanyeol asks for his opinion.

The way he’d wash Yixing’s favorite purple hoodie every night and run it through the dryer because that’s how often that boy wears it.

Now he’s trying to ease off some of the burden from you too.

Except this isn’t his fight.

And he must realize it too with the way he’s fallen silent again.

That is, until you reach the front door and he calls out for you right before you slip outside into the freezing temperatures. You can’t help but stop and wait for his word of advice.

“If you can’t tell me, tell someone who deserves to hear it.”

~~~

Your little ‘walk’ lasts about ten minutes tops until you decide to turn right around and come back to the comfort of the fireplace indoors. It must be below zero degrees today, with the fog making it nearly impossible to spot anything more than a foot away from you.

You’d only gone out about half a mile or so, but twenty minutes later you’re still walking and slowly beginning to panic as time continues to stretch and you fail to spot the cabin or the others that should be nearby.

Your vicinity isn’t exactly at its best given the circumstances.

To add on to the already dangerous situation, you hadn’t brought your cell phone with you either.

Brilliant, _________, just brilliant.

You wanted to drift far away from your problems but you didn’t actually want to be this far away.

Not even a sign of civilization.    

You’ve never hated yourself more than you do now.

Another set of time passes, you have no idea how much, but by then your nose is frozen and you’re certain you’re only minutes away from getting frostbite on your toes. Along with that, you’re also left with some thinking time, and said thinking time encompasses just about everything odd and dramatic that has occurred throughout the course of this trip and what exactly you need to do to survive this and finally untangle the tangled affairs of your heart.

And just when you think you might die without clearing up your ongoing issues, salvation comes.

There’s a guy wearing a bright orange jacket walking in the opposite direction as you, and at first you think it’s Taemin because you’re very familiar with that jacket.

Though when you yell out and frantically flail your hands to catch his attention, you realize two things.

One, the guy is certainly not Taemin. His shoulders are too broad to be Taemin and he’s also a few inches taller than Taemin.

Two, Kyungsoo’s words of wisdom just slapped you in the face.

“_______? Are you okay? What are you doing out here? God, you’re freezing.”

There are hands on your cheeks. Warm ones. Warm hands in the middle of Arctic weather. And if you close your eyes long enough, you can almost picture home.

“Chanyeol, I’m cold.”

His hands slip from your cheeks and you hear the unzipping of his jacket, crunching of the snow, and then there’s fabric being wrapped around your neck.

You open your eyes, instantly regretting it after finding Chanyeol standing closer than before. While he’s focused on burrowing you underneath his scarf, you take in the bits of snow nestled in his bright hair and the urgency in his movements.

The deep line of worry across his forehead.

You don’t know what to make of this. You don’t know what to make of anything.

All you know is that you have to tell him something.

Anything.

“Let’s get you back inside.”

He’s tugging at your arm, and when you don’t respond, his hold slips to your wrist and he forces you to stumble after him.

He’s not asking any questions.

Which worries you more than the cold piercing into your skin.

“Chanyeol.”

“We’ve got about fifteen minutes before you start developing frost bite, but I don’t think we’re too far from the cabin. We’ll make it.”

That all sounds great and relieving but it’s not exactly why you called him in the first place.

“Chanyeol.”

“We should really pick up the pace, though. Just in case I’m wrong about where we are and we both end up-“

“Yeol.”

That seems to quiet him.

He slows his pace but doesn’t stop. You still consider it a small victory as his ears flare a hint of pink at his newly birthed nickname, and you feel yourself flush too. You aren’t concerned with that because your whole face is too frozen to show a hint of color anymore.

It’s just the embarrassed feeling that lingers.

That’s not stopping you.

You need to say this before you get back to the cabin and the magic of being alone and somewhat courageous out here begins to wear off.

“In sophomore year, my favorite instrument was the guitar.” you feel his grip on your wrist loosen which means he’s finally listening. You sniff and breathe out, watching your breathe puff out in a white cloud before disappearing into the fog surrounding the two of you like a heavy cloak. “And then I went out with Yixing.”

Chanyeol stops so suddenly you nearly walk straight into him.

He turns to face you, and as soon as he does you launch into an unpracticed narration of a story you haven’t told in a while and count down the minutes you have left before you really need to book it back indoors and possibly hide forever.

“I was ignorant to music until I heard him one day in the practice room, strumming some random song I wasn’t familiar with, and I don’t know why I stayed but I did until the very end of my lunch period and he looked up past the glass on the door straight into my eyes after the song ended. I knew I loved him the moment he sang to me that same song in front of the whole student council.”

Chanyeol’s eyes have gotten so wide his whole pupils are showing.

“People said things, of course. We broke the sacrilegious rule of seniors exclusively dating seniors. But that didn’t matter. I didn’t care as long as we were together. What really mattered was that he scored a scholarship in Europe and he was bound to leave the day after his graduation.”

You’ve started shaking and it isn’t from the cold.

Chanyeol reaches out towards your shivering fingers, hesitates, then stuffs his awkward hands in his pockets as a final resolution, and you mirror his position as you bite back tears.

“He gave me a note through his music player. Some sort of voice note on why he didn’t want to leave. But you see, I knew he had to. I wasn’t worth a promising future music career. There was so much waiting for him over there, but with me, he’d forever be stuck over here. I wanted to be selfish and that thought scared me.”

You’re almost done here. It’s obvious the ending sounds near and Chanyeol knows it too. He’s looking at you as if the world is falling. You’re glad the crisp, cruel air dries your eyes and snatches any chances of tears trickling down.  

“The last thing I heard from him was that he loved me. And the last thing I told him was goodbye.”

There’s a hole in this story.

Not a fairytale ending or a solution, but an important puzzle piece that you’ve missed. One that’s been there all along, hidden, unknown until you heard the gentle strings of the guitar again two years later.

And that single piece throws you off kilter. Rearranging everything else in a whole different picture.

What terrifies you the most is that it’s standing right in front of you.

“Was it, though?” Chanyeol’s voice has gone quiet in a way that you recognize because that’s what people sound like when they’re shattered. “Was it really a goodbye?”

Yixing and Chanyeol are friends.  

You weren’t aware of this and from the looks of it, neither was he, which means that Yixing has kept more secrets than you realize and maybe Chanyeol knows more than what you give him credit for.

You want to call it unfair that one day, you’re still stuck trying to get over the image of your first love and then in the next, he’s tugging at your heart again but it’s refusing to follow. Not anymore. There’s a new reason behind the pounding in your chest and you hadn’t expected to identify its source in the middle of nowhere.

Where it’s just you and the boy who’s asking if you’re willing to give the past a second chance.

“I don’t know.”

Chanyeol nods in slow motion, like he’s confirmed something scientifically. His feet are heavy when he turns, his boots driving deep into the snow, and you want to follow him and ask why he’s trying to solve a mystery that you feel is only a misunderstanding.

That would’ve been easier to do if you hadn’t seen him bite his lower lip before shutting you out.

He’s not the only one who’s made a breakthrough.

It doesn’t hit you suddenly, but it settles in as slowly as Chanyeol is trudging away. The image of Yixing trapping you that day against the shelves flashes through your memory, and you faintly remember closing your eyes, feeling tender lips that are certainly not Yixing’s.

You know how his mouth fits against yours already. You’ve always known.

The moment you closed your eyes and imagined someone else was a different story. Nowadays, you wish you never have to close them because there’s only one thing that enters your mind and it has nothing to do with Yixing.

Instead, it has everything to do with his friend, and what it would be like to melt against him.

Today - Jaebum

September 22, 2017

Contrary to what they say in trashy teen magazines, first love doesn’t always begin with a heart fluttering, innocent and graceful encounter. You feel obligated to correct that misleading piece of information. You almost mark it out with your pen, correcting the writer’s mistake, but then you remember that you’re not supposed to be the critic here.

You’re supposed to be searching for inspiration. Finding a subject for your next article. You’ve sat in this God-knows-where cafe for an hour, pouring over a pile of publications, desperate to find something. Blindly reaching for an unborn idea.

“Your stories have become bland.” Mark, your editor and usually kind companion, had delivered an uppercut punch before he even finished reading your last feature article. His blatant criticism shocked you. Not once has he ever complained about your writing. It quickly became a quest to please him again.

“This writing no longer sounds like you. Are you even enjoying this anymore?”

It’s not that you’ve lost interest. It’s just that sometimes, you find yourself holding back.  

“Write me something compelling and don’t even think of that promotion until you win me over.”

You didn’t think he was cruel enough to hang the managing editor title over your head. Additionally, he had struck a chord by sneaking in several romance pieces in your resources pile.

You get the hint.

In fairness, there used to be a time when you would eagerly compose romantic writings and hold on to love stories as if they were your own. Your former self embraced romance and took any risk that came your way. That was before he taught you to think twice. He taught you the reality to false beliefs. He taught you everything you know today.

These days, you’ve learned to choose your battles. Today, you find yourself surrendering to the nearly forgotten memories. As you read further down the advice column on first loves, clearly written by a young and inexperienced writer, you’re brought back to the first time you ever gave your heart away.

The very first meeting. When it was nowhere near how the fairytales described it, or how you imagined the love of your life would come to you.  

Because the weather is fair, because Mark is telling you to, because you don’t have much choice, you allow yourself to remember.

Just one last time.

~~~

September 21, 2013

The crash happens while you’re attempting to merge lanes.

You swear you made sure to look, not once but thrice, gauging the blurred lights on your side mirror and passing in front of the car that had seemed far away enough. You could say it was because of the rain. You could say that the pressure overcame you, that you were racing against the passing time that refused to wait for you.

A minute ago, you’d been accelerating without fear of the wet roads, pleading that you make it in time for your first internship. A minute later, you’re hearing the screech of metal and your body is being jolted forward. You don’t realize your car has lost control until you feel the wheels under you skidding sideways to a stop, just missing the guard rail, your life quite literally flashing before your eyes in an instant.

You find your hands shaking when you glance up at yourself through the crooked rearview mirror.

Except for your flushed cheeks, there are no signs of injury. No blood. All limbs intact.

The storm of honking behind you brings you back to your senses.  

“Are you fucking crazy?”

The driver of the other car is knocking on your window.

Drenched in rain, he has his phone pressed against his ear, probably calling for the police. Instead of worry, anger lines his face like the crack of thunderbolt.

His rude shouting somehow dissolves your fear and aggravates you, while a part of you admits that you’re mostly at fault. But your swelled up pride wins out over admitting your faults. The idea of losing even such a trivial and obvious battle as this one is utterly humiliating and embarrassing for you.

Especially since you just made a rookie mistake by trying to rush to work.

At least you’re willing to admit that you’re about to do something incredibly stupid.

Instead of rolling down the window and apologizing profusely or trading insurance information like what you’re generally supposed to do after a crash, you unbuckle your seatbelt and step out into the rain.  

The guy is in mid sentence on his phone--something about giving directions and reporting a crash caused by ‘a dumb bitch’--when you slam your door closed and look up at him with blazing eyes.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that the idea of courtesy died with the beginning of your very existence.” you shout over the roar of the storm, the cars whizzing by, and the driver’s angry conversation over the line.

He stops yelling into his phone for a moment, jaw dropping open at your brazenness. You can see that he’s pissed, absolutely insulted, and you can already tell what kind of response he has in store for you.

“What did you just say to me?”

He steps forward with a threatening glare, puncturing your personal bubble until your back hits the side of your car. From up close, you can tell that he’s young, maybe around the same age as you. The sharp angles on his face create an illusion of older age. You know better than to be fooled, because a proper adult wouldn’t choose to wear ripped jeans on a rainy day or drive at sixty miles in a forty zone. A proper adult wouldn’t stand in the rain long enough just to fight a reckless girl and get their clothes soaked.

You’re aware of all this, yet you’re still fanning the flames.

“It’s shitty enough that I’m late for my internship. But to get hit by a self absorbed asshole? I must’ve murdered a whole town in my past life.”

“Are you kidding?” the guy scoffs, pounding his hand against your car. “I think you’re forgetting who fucking swerved into my lane without even thinking about it!”

“If you care to know, I checked three full times and saw a clear road!”

“Well damn then, let me call an eye doctor for your blind ass while I’m at it!”

“My ‘blind ass’ happened to keep your speeding ass in check!”

“Fuck me, you’re one to talk!”

“I may have lost a very important job opportunity because of you!”

“And because of you, my boss is going to slit my throat once he finds out that I wrecked his company’s car!”

You’re close to throwing fists by the time the police and ambulance arrive. You only break apart when an officer threatens to arrest the both of you if you don’t stop disturbing the peace. This makes no sense to you as the thunderous sky and building traffic are nowhere close to peaceful, but you step back and allow yourself to get examined by the paramedics.

On the other hand, the driver that had hit you is preoccupied with inspecting his car, running his fingers over the dent on his hood somberly as if he’d just lost a precious member of his family. Obviously, he has more concern for his vehicle than an actual person.

“Insolent prick.” you mutter under your breath when he later joins you in the back of the towing truck.

“I heard that.” he hisses back, the driver next to you shifting uncomfortably at your exchange of hostilities.

It takes hours to settle your dispute and walk away as calmly as you can with your car totaled and many dollars to spend. You contact the internship (Mark)

You hadn’t even bothered to learn his name.

#honestly i feel so relieved #bye #exo scenario #got7 scenario

[whatifexo]

Hi, I just read through your whole masterlist, and I was absolutely in love with all of your stories! ‘Unscripted’ really hit me in the feels and I fell even more in love with Jongin, if that’s even possible. Thank you for writing, and I hope you feel better!

I’m so glad you enjoyed Unscripted, thank you! And welcome to Jongin’s world lololol. You’re such a sweetheart. I’m feeling much better these days, actually. A lot better. Thank you for your kind words~

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[whatifexo]

Hey! I just came across your blog and ur writing is amazing💙 I saw that you've been having a hard time and I hope you're ok and hopefully getting better. The story that brought me here was Sehun's "Raising pulses" and i fell in love with just the first part😭 I was wondering if you were gonna add another part to it or discontinue it all together? Anyways, feel better!

I’m so sorry this is so late, I literally haven’t logged on here in forever and andsjkjdasld. I’ve been doing much  better, thanks for sending this lovely message! I just don’t know how to fit in writing and updates with the current schedule I have so everything is pretty much up in the air? Though I hope to make a solid decision by the end of this month. I loved writing Raising Pulses with all of my heart (lol pun of the week), so tysm for reading!

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[whatifexo]

I'm not sure if you're on hiatus or if you're still active on this blog at all, but I wanted to just let you know that you're one of my favourite writers. If you are indeed gone, I just wanted to say a quick goodbye and a final farewell. Thank you for everything you've done over the years. You by far have written some of my favourite pieces that never fail to bring me to tears, no matter how many times I've read them. Thank you for everything. We love you

 This actually means the world to me and I’m so happy you sent me this message, I’m crying ;;

As of now, I haven’t left. Not completely. I’m currently working on something that I intend to post soon and after that…I don’t know. I may or may not continue to write for this blog. For a while, I was honestly stuck and in a very dark place, and nothing I wrote could be finished. I’ve recovered a lot since then and spent some time focusing on myself, thus the handful of unfinished scenarios sitting in my drive at the moment. A part of me wants to finish them all and the other part of me is thinking about quitting altogether. If I do choose to leave this blog, that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop writing forever, though. Just on this blog. But again, I’m still debating so it isn’t goodbye just yet! In the meantime, I do hope you look forward to my upcoming work. 

Thank you for checking in and I love you back with all of my heart

#thatgirlfromwindsor #answered

[whatifexo]

to my dearest jonghyun,

you were in pain. you were hurting. you were in pain and hurting and upset and lonely and sad and many other things as you passed on. you were also an amazing singer, talented songwriter, an outstanding human being, an integral president in the shinee world, and a father to the sweetest little ‘roo’. although you are no longer on this earth, your legacy, your love for people who needed help, your love for music, your overall essence, will remain long after. you, kim jonghyun, gave shawols, sm, your family and everyone in this world a piece of your heart through your talented body and we can never repay you for your selfless services, even if it did cost you your own happiness in return. the sweet voice that enchanted many will forever play on, and the songs you wrote are eternal. we say goodbye to your physical presence, kim jonghyun, but never to your soul, your heart, your very being. you were in pain. you were hurting, and now you’re free. so i say goodbye to you, kim jonghyun; insole wearing, puppy-pokemon hybrid look-a-like, crybaby, always-so-extra, kim jonghyun. may we meet again.

your sweetest,

an eternal shawol. 

(900408 -  ∞)

#hello all it's been a while #i was actually going to post this week but after this i think i'm going to postpone #i am grieving with my entire soul and heart and know i am with you all on this #see you soon

[whatifexo]

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#signal boost! #also bcuz i need ppl to trash with lols

[whatifexo]

Hi! If you're still taking drabble requests, I was wondering if you could write Heavan with either Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Jongdae or Kyungsoo? Thank you!

I’m choosing Chanyeol, if you don’t mind :)

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Heaven: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to heaven.

YourAscension feels like a journey that lasts for all but three minutes. Threeminutes of memories, some blurred and others strikingly clear. You see yourselfin multiple places at once, images of yourself at different stages of yourlife. You are four. Crying over the missing sprinkles in your birthday cupcake.You are twelve. Running at full speed towards the bus stop. You are 18. Packingyour dormitory essentials in your mother’s compact car. When she holds the dooropen for you, you see her crying. You are 20. Just diagnosed with stage threeovarian cancer.

These arethe first and last moments of your life, crammed into one short journey afteryour final breath.

And then…youstop flying.

A voice, oneof many you’ve heard during your stay at the hospital, envelops you upon yourarrival.

“Fancyseeing you here.”

His face isslightly blurry in your vision and your eyes squint against the blinding light,but you don’t have to see clearly to know who he is.

ParkChanyeol.  Resident goofball of thehospital. He’s been been a leukemia patient for a year and a half, spreading joythrough his light hearted jokes and impromptu singing in the hallways. He’dbeen somewhat of a best friend who helped you brave through the countlessneedles, the chemo, the boredom of lying on a bed for days, aching everywhere.

The lasttime you saw him, he was sleeping on a lazy Saturday afternoon,uncharacteristically quiet with concerned doctors surrounding him.  

The memoryjars you, making you realize where you truly are.

“No.” yougasp just as his face comes to full focus.

The same ruffled,boyish hair and pointed ears. The same cheeky smile. The only difference is hischeeks no longer look gaunt and the dark circles under his eyes have faded asif by magic.

Hisexpression only cheers at your blatant shock and horror.

“What, isthat how you greet a good old friend?”

“You’rebarely over twenty, Chan.”

He shrugs,eyes glistening with a happy mist you haven’t seen him wear before.

“Yeah, well.So are you.”

You shakeyour head, struck by awe. You’ve thought about what might happen after death.Some nights, you’d wake up gasping from terrible dreams. The impending doomthat you knew would eventually overtake you and eat at your veins no matter howhard you tried to resist. As a cancer patient, the last thing on your mind wasyour possible Ascension.

“Thinkingabout what you did to deserve this?” Chanyeol asks, reading into you as always.His voice goes quiet as he takes a step closer. “You saved me, you know.”

Your chestconstricts at his honesty, your breath hitching and skin warming, and you wonderif your heart is still beating here even though it had already stopped on Earth.

“You diedwith me,” you counter Chanyeol. “You died because of me.”

“Correction,I died before you. That automatically exempts you from being at fault.”

You merelystare back at him, unable to argue while he shifts on his feet, restless, thisnewfound physical energy of his so alien to you. He’s always been energetic nomatter the circumstance, but here, after the pain and misery, he looks morealive than he’s ever been.

And from hiseyes, you just might look the same way.

“Now there’sthat smile.” Chanyeol grins, nudging you in the shoulder, and he looks so giddyyou can’t help but laugh with him.

This time,when he holds out his hand, you take it.

#chanyeol #exo #chanyeol scenario #chanyeol scenarios #exo scenarios #ok i swear im slowly finishing these up #drabble list game

[whatifexo]

Here is part 2 of your request.

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Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

You’ve never really liked to drink. Whenever you went out to do so, it was always because of Kyungsoo. He’s the one with the high tolerance, anyway. You only pretended to enjoy the slow burning of your throat and the buzzing in your head. The drinking games and the drunken banter between your group of friends. You could bear with all of that, if it meant spending most of the night with Kyungsoo.

You suppose it makes perfect sense then, that just as your first drink, your last is taken with him as well.

“Remember what you said about Prague?” he asks as he pours you your third shot. “I was thinking of moving there with Minha like she wanted.”

You stare at your drink bitterly, swirling its contents around lightly before downing it in one gulp. You slam down the empty shot glass on your kitchen counter with a sense of finality. Three years. Three years spent in a pathetic unrequited love you’ve longed to snap out of.

You thought leaving would help you in your escape. In a morbid way, Kyungsoo has chosen to follow.

He’s denied you even this.

“About that,” you chuckle brokenly, averting your eyes when you find Kyungsoo’s face distorted in confusion. “I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided to go to Taiwan instead.”

“Taiwan?” Kyungsoo is trying to figure you out, but you’ve closed your doors long ago. “That’s…really sudden.”

You shrug, gathering enough strength past your heavy limbs to clap a hand on Kyungsoo’s shoulder.

“Trust me, it’s better this way.”

“But I don’t understand,” Kyungsoo takes your hand and his. You pull away from him, suddenly awake. “I thought you wanted to stay together.”

“Yes, well,” this time, you pour yourself the drink. “I figured I’d like to be closer to home.”

Further away from him and her.

Kyungsoo’s silence threatens to choke you. You can see the inner workings of his mind struggling to process your decision. Trying to justify your sudden change of plans.

“I’ll keep in touch,” you lie, downing your fourth shot to suppress the sting in your eyes. “I’ll check in with you once in a while.”

“______-“

“You’ve been a great friend, Soo,” your voice betrays you by cracking.

“Is this your way of telling me you’re tired?” Soo muses, already reaching for his coat behind his chair, and your fingers dig into your thighs to keep from holding him back.

“Very,” you sigh, releasing a shaky breath that Kyungsoo misses, courtesy of the alcohol. “Bye, Soo.”

“Call and let me know when you plan to leave.”

“Okay.”

It’s hours later, when you’re lying in bed plagued by the last image of Kyungsoo stepping outside of your apartment, that you allow yourself to cry.

#kyungsoo #do #exo scenario #kyungsoo scenarios #do scenario #drabble list game

[whatifexo]

Hello lovely lady! If you are still taking drabble requests, can I please request O Titiana for Xiumin, please and thanks? Or the Stargazing one if you'd like some variety. I LOVE your writing so I may have squealed slightly when I saw you were taking requests. Thank you so much! ❤️

Waaaah, thank you so much, I hope you enjoy reading! :3

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O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.

“Don’t youthink we’re getting a little too old for this?” Minseok gripes at yourinsistent hand tugging at his tie, pulling him behind a Roman style column whereyou back him against the marble.

“Oh?” youlook up at him with twinkling eyes. “What makes you say that?”

“Let’s see. I–” Minseok stutters at your fingers lazily tracing over his collar. “--I trustthat you remember our high school dance.”

You smirkand replace your fingers with your lips, pulling back to see the flush thatspreads across Minseok’s cheeks. Of course you remember your first dance. Youhad snuck out in the middle of it to kiss in an abandoned classroom. You’d comeback on the floor moments later, innocently patting down Minseok’s wildly unkempthair whilst he had tried to explain to Jongin, one of his closest friends, whyhe’d left him with his disastrous date.

At least,disastrous at the time.

Little didanyone know that Jongin and her would end up getting married in the long run.The first out of their close knit group of friends. Which means they’ve beatenyou and Minseok too.

“To be fair,Jongin has kept you all to himself all night. “ your arms lock around abewildered Minseok. Out of habit, his hands find their way to your hips. “I’monly doing him and his wife a favor.”

“Why do Ifeel like this is a strange case of déjà vu?” Minseok lifts a brow, surrenderingto your naughty antics and bending down to touch your forehead with his.

“Hopefully,the next one will take place at our wedding.”

Your headtilts up, waiting, and Minseok’s lips meet you in the middle.

“I can’twait.”

#xiumin #minseok #xiumin scenario #minseok scenarios #exo scenarios #drabble list game

[whatifexo]

Here is part 1 of your request :)

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O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.

The storm in Junmyeon’s eyes rains down on the hospital bed sheets when your heart flatlines on the monitor.

Although you’re gone from the physical world, detached from your corpse, you see every piece of him shatter as he falls to his knees. You hear his screams, raw and hoarse, still sore from one too many drinks. You feel the ghost of his touch reaching for your limp arm.

Worst of all, you taste the bitter regret he laces with his words.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

It’s all he can offer.

It’s all you can take.

You want to tell him that there’s no point in trying. That the moment he missed his timing at the bar, he had already killed you even before the accident. You’d washed away his rejection with tequila shots, numbing your hurting parts. You didn’t bother to stop him from accepting beer from his friends.

You suppose that part was your fault. You wanted to test what kind of truth alcohol will lead him to confess.

You never did get a proper answer.

Funny how you’re hearing it now, after Junmyeon has realized what he has lost.

“I was foolish,” his voice cracks as the nurses begin to gently pull him away, and he recoils from their grip. He’s whispering, but you hear every word clearly spoken in your dead ear. “I didn’t want to ruin what we already had.”

Oh, but we could have had so much more.

He’s fading. Your vision is beginning to blur. Something bright, burning intensely in the distance, urges you to abandon everything you’ve left here and go.

“Please, _______. Please come back to me.”

Perfect, composed Junmyeon. Drunk, distraught Junmyeon.

You loved all of him. You loved him when he fell asleep on your shoulder for the first time on the bus. You loved him when he helped you clean your house, leaving it messier than its original state. You loved him when he had his first girlfriend. You loved him when they separated. You loved him even when he was stumbling under your arm and clumsily sliding into the driver’s seat. Even now, you love him at his most vulnerable state.

Perhaps in your next life, he’ll learn to love you the same.      

#junmyeon #suho #exo #junmyeon scenario #suho scenario #drabble list game

[whatifexo]

Hello, can I please request the 'O Juliet' with Im Jaebum please? Thank you! ~ RK

I’M SO SORRY I MESSED UP, I THOUGHT U ASKED FOR O ROMEO I AM AN IDIOT. But I hope you enjoy nonetheless~

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O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours

He finds you in Hong Kong, a thousand miles away from homeamong the bustling vendors of the Temple Street Night Market. You feel his gazebefore you actually see him. A slow burning sensation, starting from a prickleat the back of your neck, quickens your footsteps. You could be wrong. It couldbe a stalker who has kept an eye on you all night. It could be a persistentvendor trying to sell you a jade bracelet. It could be them.

Not the one you want, the one you’ve been longing and achingfor, the one who continues to consume your thoughts even as you try to distractyourself with food and trinkets, surrounded by a vernacular that you haven’tbothered to learn. 

Not that it matters.

His name is the only language you wish to speak.

“Jaebum.” you sigh when you reach the isolated end of thebazaar, standing on the pier that overlooks the city in the distance.  

“Yes?”

Arms gentle as the lazy waves rolling at your feet envelopeyou in an instant. His touch is all too familiar for you to panic. By instinct,your body sags against his chest, a magnetic force that brings you togetheragain and again, even when your worlds themselves have forced you apart.

Sometimes it’s you who finds him. Sometimes it’s him.Always, you meet when the sun has kissed the horizon goodbye.

“Hi.” it’s a simple greeting. Casual. Overlooking the spacesof time you’ve spent alone. Wondering. Wishing. Hurting. Loving.

The curve of his smile against your cheek steals theremaining words from your mouth.

“Hey.”

And when you kiss, he brings the breath back in your lungs,conversing through the clash of tongue and teeth and lips.

I love you.

Tonight, you feel whole again.

I missed you.

#jaebum #jb #got7 scenario #jaebum scenario #drabble list game

[whatifexo]

Drabble List Game

Taken from raisedhunter (I’ve omitted some themes I’m uncomfortable writing). I will be taking requests for got7 or exo. Let the games begin!~

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache

Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together

Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake

Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours

Mistletoe: Our characters will share a kiss under the mistletoe.

Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave

Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa

Bleed: My character will injure your character

Dream: My character will have a dream about your character

Letters: Our characters will write letters to one another.

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

Holiday: Our characters will spend a holiday together.

Apologize: My character will apologize to yours.

Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.

O Romeo: I will write my character missing/looking for yours.

O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours.

O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.

O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.

O Puck: I will write about my character pranking yours.

O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.

O Oberon: I’ll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did.

Regrets: I’ll write a drabble about my character having regrets about yours.

Heaven: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to heaven.

Hell: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to hell.

Purgatory: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to purgatory.

Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify.

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Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.

Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.

Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.

Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.

Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.

Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.

Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.

Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.

Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.

Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.

Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.

Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.

Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.

Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.

Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.

Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

Take Me: my character will kidnap yours

Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.

Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’

Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner

Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours

Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.

Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.

Own me: My character owns your character.

Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason. Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.

Give Me: my character will give yours a gift Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly.

Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify. (you can add any other special things that could happen!)

Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.

Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.

Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)

Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.

Time: My character is running late! They are supposed to meet your character at ___________ (fill in the blank) or vise versa. Specify.

Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.

Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.

Run!: My character is chasing your character (or vise versa) OR both characters are being chased by ___________ (fill in the blank).

Rivalry: I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other.

Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.

Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Obsession: I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.

Thief: My/your character has stolen something from yours/mine and plans to escape with said item. (Be specific on who gets which role)

Healer: My/your character helping your/my character when they are hurt/sick. (Be specific on who gets which role, and whether the pain is physical, emotional, or just having to catch a fever)

Sky: Our characters are stargazing.

Seer: An event with our characters in the past or future.

Help: My character requests help from your character (be something silly or serious, you may decide.)

Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.

I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple

Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene.

Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.

« : memory from the past with your character

» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours [a daydream]

¿ : something my character would like to forget [specify in general or about yours]

☼ : A memory my character has with yours that they’ll never forget

Joke: My character pulling a prank on yours

School: How out chacrters live through a school day. Specify class if needed.

Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.

Gloves: How my charcter deals with news from yours, Specify

Snow flake: Our characters in the cold together.

Rain — I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain. . Love — I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours. Lust — I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together. Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.   Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours. Fight — I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours. Death — I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed. Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours. Pet — I’ll write a drabble of my character buying yours a pet. (specify what kind.) Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together. Pool — I’ll write a drabble of our characters swimming together. Beach — I’ll write a drabble of out characters at the beach together. Sing — I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours. Snow — I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together. Game — I’ll write a drabble of my character playing videogames with yours. Movie — I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together. Shop — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping. Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together. Sleep — I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.

Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa. Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate. Traumatic: I’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience. Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice vesra. Home: I’ll write our characters living together. Holiday: I’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together. Prank: I’ll write our characters pulling pranks on each other. Scars: I’ll write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa Sketching: I’ll write your character drawing mine or vice versa Warmth: I’ll write our characters getting warm. Solace: I’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa Drink: I’ll write our characters drinking together Game: I’ll write our characters playing a game. Love: I’ll write our character’s falling in love. Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other. Hate: I’ll write our character’s hating each other. Seduce: I’ll write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa Old: I’ll write our characters growing old together Song: I’ll write our character’s singing or playing a musical instruments. Child: I’ll write our characters raising a child. Poem: I’ll write my character speaking a poem to yours or vice versa Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa

Rivalry – I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other.

Obsession – I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.

Proposal – My character proposes to your character. Vise versa.

Celebration – Our characters celebrate together. Or have a party.

Secret – My character tells your character a secret.

Promise – My character makes a promise to your character.

Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips.

Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.

Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge.

Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.

Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.

Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.

Autolatry - The worship of one’s self.

Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage.

Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling.

Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.

Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.

Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.

Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder.

Agelast - A person who never laughs.

Wanweird - An unhappy fate.

Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell.

Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.

Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.

Malapert - Clever in manners of speech.

Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.

Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.

Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.

Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.


Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.

Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.

Baisemain - A kiss on the hand.

Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.

Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.

Pumpkin: Your character and mine doing some halloween decorating Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other Candy Corn: Your character or mine being cheesy to the other Treat Bag: My character sharing something with yours Leaves: Your character or mine clearing the air about something. Stars: Our characters under the stars together Snow: Our characters in the cold together Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together. Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.

Highschool: Our characters attend a high school together Royalty: One of our character is royalty and the other a servant (specify) Pauper: One of our characters is poor, the other is wealthy and takes them in. (specify) Child: Our characters suddenly find themselves responsible for an infant. Role: Our characters trade roles in the canon universe. College: Our characters meet while attending university. Steampunk: Our characters are in a Steampunk setting. Evil: One of our characters is working for the opposite side. (specify) Fantasy: Our characters are in a fantasy setting. Lifetime: Our characters meet when they are very young. Reincarnation: Our characters in a previous life. Espionage: One or both of our characters is a James Bond-esque spy. Siblings: Our characters now share one or both parents. Marriage: Our characters are married. Betrayal: Our characters hate one another.

#got7 #exo #got7 scenarios #exo scenario #exo scenarios

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A JJP Series: Today - JB (Preview)

(They say to love like there’s no tomorrow...)

The crash happens while you’re attempting to merge lanes.

You swear you made sure to look, not once but thrice, gauging the blurred lights on your side mirror and passing in front of the car that had seemed far away enough. You could say it was because of the rain. You could say that the pressure overcame you, that you were racing against the passing time that refused to wait for you.

A minute ago, you’d been accelerating without fear of the wet roads, pleading that you make it in time for your first internship. A minute later, you’re hearing the screech of metal and your body is being jolted forward. You don’t realize your car has lost control until you feel the wheels under you skidding sideways to a stop, just missing the guard rail, your life quite literally flashing before your eyes in an instant.

You find your hands shaking when you glance up at yourself through the crooked rearview mirror.

Except for your flushed cheeks, there are no signs of injury. No blood. All limbs intact.

The storm of honking behind you brings you back to your senses.  

“Are you fucking crazy?”

The driver of the other car is knocking on your window.

Drenched in rain, he has his phone pressed against his ear, probably calling for the police. Instead of worry, anger lines his face like the crack of thunderbolt.

His rude shouting somehow dissolves your fear and aggravates you instead, while a part of you also admits that you’re mostly at fault. But your swelled up pride wins out over admitting those faults. The idea of losing even such a trivial and obvious battle as this one is utterly humiliating and embarrassing for you.

Especially since you just made a rookie mistake by trying to rush to work.

At least you’re willing to admit that you’re about to do something incredibly stupid.

Instead of rolling down the window and apologizing profusely or trading insurance information like what you’re generally supposed to do after a crash, you unbuckle your seatbelt and step out into the rain.  

The guy is in mid-sentence on his phone--something about giving directions and reporting a crash caused by ‘a dumb bitch’--when you slam your door closed and look up at him with blazing eyes.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that the idea of courtesy died with the beginning of your very existence.” you shout over the roar of the storm, the cars whizzing by, and the driver’s angry conversation over the line.

He stops yelling into his phone for a moment, jaw dropping open at your brazenness. You can see that he’s pissed, absolutely insulted, and you can already tell what kind of response he has in store for you.

“What did you just say to me?”

He steps forward with a threatening glare, puncturing your personal bubble until your back hits the side of your car. From up close, you can tell how young he is. The sharp angles on his face create an illusion of older age. You know better than to be fooled, because a proper adult wouldn’t choose to wear ripped jeans on a rainy day or drive at sixty miles per hour in a forty zone. A proper adult wouldn’t stand in the rain long enough just to fight a reckless girl and get their clothes soaked.

You’re aware of all this, yet you’re still fanning the flames.

“It’s shitty enough that I’m late for my internship. But to get hit by a self-absorbed asshole? I must’ve murdered a whole town in my past life.”

“Are you kidding?” the guy scoffs, pounding his hand against your car. “I think you’re forgetting who fucking swerved into my lane without even thinking about it!”

“If you care to know, I checked three full times and saw a clear road!”

“Well damn then, let me call an eye doctor for your blind ass while I’m at it!”

“My ‘blind ass’ happened to keep your speeding ass in check!”

“Fuck me, you’re one to talk!”

“I may have lost a very important job opportunity because of you!”

“And because of you, my boss is going to slit my throat once he finds out that I wrecked his company’s car!”

You’re close to throwing fists by the time the police and ambulance arrive. You only break apart when an officer threatens to arrest the both of you if you don’t stop disturbing the peace, which makes no sense to you as the thunderous sky and building traffic are nowhere close to peaceful. But you’ve done enough damage here. At least you allow yourself to get examined by the paramedics.

On the other hand, the driver that had hit you is preoccupied with inspecting his car, running his fingers over the dent on his hood somberly as if he’d just lost a precious member of his family. Obviously, he has more concern for his vehicle than an actual person.

“Insolent prick.” you mutter under your breath when he later joins you in the back of the towing truck.

“I heard that.” he hisses back, the driver next to you shifting uncomfortably at your exchange of hostilities.

It takes hours to settle your dispute and walk away as calmly as you can with your car totaled and many dollars to spend. You contact your internship with dread in your chest, your mouth going dry when the famous reporter, Mark Tuan, answers the phone in an effortlessly smooth tone.

You explain your situation to the best of your abilities, stuttering an account of the day’s horrific events.

Mark generously offers to cover your medical expenses as soon as he hears the word, ‘accident,’ insisting that the company is also partly at fault for calling you in at such a short notice. You politely decline. You won’t know what to do with yourself if you ever allowed someone like Mark to pay for your mistakes. You tell him that you won’t take it to heart if he chooses to fire you.

“Oh, no. Absolutely not. I’m still more than happy to offer you the spot, Ms. ________.” Mark’s hospitality is so off the charts that you almost wish he had been the one who’d hit you instead.

At least you might’ve reacted a little differently if the other driver hadn’t been so rude. Not that it matters now. You’ve lost your car, yes, but your internship is intact and you’re one step closer to your dreams. You refuse to let one boy ruin this for you.

It isn’t too late. After all, you hadn’t even bothered to learn his name.

~~~

See the Light Gazette is a surprisingly humble building that fits a cozy team of 30. Mark Tuan himself greets you in the narrow hallways, leading you through a short tour of the newsrooms that has your head spinning as busybodies fly past you in full speed, many with paper or cellphones and tablets in hand.

“Sorry for the madness,” Mark says after he’s stopped for the fifth time in the middle of the hall. “We’re nearing a major deadline so everyone is in panic mode.”

“Does this happen often?” you peek around the corner of the break room curiously where a man with fluffy, golden bleached hair is lying face down on the floor.

He shows no signs of movement. He might be dead for all you know.

“Youngjae, please.” Mark groans, as if this kind of scene happens so frequently he’s long gotten used to it. “Now is not the time.”

It takes a short moment, but the body eventually stirs. At last, a sign of life.

“Is that salvation I’m hearing?” Youngjae’s muffled voice responds eagerly. He springs back up to his feet with his hair standing wildly from static, eyes scrunching at you in confusion and then widening in delight when he recognizes the tag around your neck.

He stretches out a hand with a grin.

“Nice to finally meet you, intern. I’m Choi Youngjae. Features editor. Kinda dying. You can find me in the break room napping most of the time.”

“Um, a pleasure,” you glance down at his outstretched hand and then to his electrified hair.  “I think I’ll pass on that handshake.”

Mark bursts out into a short laugh.

“The girl’s got spunk. I like her already. Are you sure Jaebum recommended her?”

“Oh my god,” Youngjae dramatically cups his hands together and presses them to his mouth. “Did you just say ‘spunk?’ I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Youngjae…”

You stop listening when Mark launches into a lengthy lecture. His gentle nagging simply flies by your head. Professionalism. Respect in the workplace. Timely coffee breaks. Forbidding naps in the break room. Etcetera. The two have moved on to discussing the gazette, but your thoughts linger with the name that Mark had previously mentioned and glossed over.

Jaebum.

You frown. You’re somehow familiar with the name but can’t match a face to it. Well, you amend that it’s more of remembering the right person. Jaebum is a common name, after all. You’ve known several Jaebums in your life. One was a mischievous classmate in elementary school. Another was a previous neighbor who smoked half of his lungs away on his front porch every morning. And finally, the most recent one you can remember was your supposed date to prom. Apparently, he’d only asked you out as a dare. He was rewarded fifty bucks for getting you to say yes.

Long story short, you’ve had quite a dark history with boys named Jaebum. You’re certain that every Jaebum you run into will curse your life in one way or another. And even if you’re in the building of your dreams surrounded by people who you look up to, this fourth Jaebum is bound to cross paths with you too.

It’s only a matter of when.

~~~            

Turns out, you don’t have to wait too long to find out.

Jaebum of See the Light Gazette makes his appearance in the middle of your lunch break. You’ve shoved half your sandwich down your throat, counting down the few minutes until you’re expected to return to your desk and continue with filing recently edited papers. You’re so focused on devouring your lunch as quickly as possible that you don’t notice someone approaching your table.

“Oh, you must be the other intern. I’ve got a few ads that recently came in and I could use-“

You recognize each other almost simultaneously, though you’re a little quicker to identify his face.

You actually witness his expression morph from a distant, polite friendliness to pure shock and horrification. Likewise, your face must show a similar type of reaction. You remember clearly now. The brief flash of his license in the rain, being handed to the police. The name imprinted on it. Im Jaebum.

Suspended in a stifling silence, you merely stare at each other for a long while.

“What the hell?” you question out loud just as Jaebum exclaims, “You’re the one who wrecked my car!”

Everyone in the cafeteria stops and turns in your direction.

It takes every ounce of effort to control your emotions, forcing your expression to turn complacent. Casual.

“Sit.” you hiss at Jaebum, ignoring the soft, curious murmurs of the reporters around you.

Jaebum has flushed scarlet, head dipping down in shame before he slowly slides into the seat across from you. Some of the reporters resume eating. Others continue to eye the both of you with interest. You’ve become a show. An embarrassment. All thanks to this jackass in front of you.

And yet….

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GUYSSSSSSSS. I’m 1000 years late for this concept, I know, but I can’t pick a better time than to finally start writing for got7 amidst their October comeback jdshjkashkdjlashj. This is a snippet of something I’ve been working on in between my classes and my crazy working hours, but I’m loving every second of writing it. I hope you enjoy the teaser for now. I’ve also left out some key things for the purpose of no spoilers, so stay tuned. Teehee. Anyway. Please forgive the crazy format of my blog rn, I’m changing things around and redoing my masterlist because I’ve started writing for a second group. My babies :3

#more changes shall come later #jb #jaebum #jb scenario #got7 scenario

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Current update on my life

I feel like I’m constantly apologizing for my lack of posts, gah I really am so sorry guys ;; 

I’ve managed to end up with one hell of a schedule lately. I’m currently a full-time college student, work part-time for 20 hours a week, and squeeze in some daily workouts while writing here and there. So yeah. I’m pretty exhausted. I do have some scenarios under the fold, some halfway done and others far from it, so my posting schedule will be totally random for these upcoming weeks. I’m also looking into writing shorter things for the sake of time and my sanity, so I’m thinking of drabble games or such to help ease the stress.

As usual, I’m always open for a quick chat so don’t be afraid to pop in and say hey even if I’m MIA on here a lot. 

Adios for now! And pray that Lara makes it through these crazy days T_T

#update

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EXO - ‘THE WAR: The Power of Music’ Graphic Novel (Part 2)

— cr: to the owners

#im crying in the club

[whatifexo]

EXO - ‘THE WAR: The Power of Music’ Graphic Novel (Part 1)

— cr: to the owners

#guys wtf #this is literally corona in my head #im dying