Hiatus.

Hello! I'm sorry if the title of this post saddens you, but yes, I'm going on a hiatus. I was already slow at posting things, so I prefer to put this blog under hiatus instead of making you wait for nothing.

There is no real important reason, I just don't feel like writing scenarios anymore. I've been staying away from Kpop since July and I think it's hitting me really bad right now and I probably will never be back in the Kpop fandoms like I was before. That doesn't mean I'll never come back here, I always have inspiration bursts at random moments haha.

Anyway, I'm sorry for all the people who requested things I haven't written ( especially people who requested like 3 months ago). I did try to write them all before putting the blog on hiatus, but I couldn't, my inspiration is at its lowest.

Til the next time! <3

98 percent, 22 degrees. (Youngjae)

Hi~ Here's a little nothing that had been sitting in my draft for a while. Getting into AUs, yay. (This is my 100th post, kisses to all of you ♥)

Fermented potatoes, empty bottles of sauce, a rough smell of tuna… You searched a bit more for something that looked at least edible. The sound of footsteps approaching made you stop every moment, and before you had time to hide in the darkness, a voice rose. It was a nice, smooth voice that caught your attention, and that didn’t sound like any voice you’ve heard in this city so far.

“Are you a Witch?”

You narrowed your eyes, your sight perfectly adapted to the darkness of the small alley. You didn’t budge, maybe he would forget about you. Not a sound was made, but his voice rose again.

“You shouldn’t stay here, my chief’s a bit of a fucktard,”

Requests closed!

I've received a total of 4 prompts sentences and will be working on them real soon!

Prompts sentences

I'm reopening the requests for a really really short time (24 or 48hrs)! Send me a name and a sentence (narrative or dialogue) and I'll write a really short scenario (I'll try to make them less than two pages but I always say this and it ends as 6 pages...) starting with whatever you sent me. It just seems like a fun thing to do but I know I'll struggle. GO!

Beaded & Sequined (Yongguk)

Hola~ Just a little something I was inspired for at the beginning but it quickly became poop. There’s probably two hundred typos in there, but I’m going to sleep, screw typos.

“Love,” A deep voice echoed in your mind. The word repeated, but it stayed as an echo far away, nothing you had to worry of. Your body got shaken a bit, but you still felt numb from everywhere and didn’t feel like bother opening your eyes.

“Ok, I was going to wake you up romantically and all, but screw it.” Yongguk grabbed the hem of the blanket and threw it to the floor, leaving your half naked body exposed to the morning cold.

Your eyes shot open, and a wave of chills traveled your body. You immediately tried to look for any source of heat, and it happened to be the first thing you laid your eyes on. You stood up on the bed and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, who was standing right beside the bed. His arms traveled around your waist and lifted you up from the bed only to put your bare feet on the cold floor.

You shivered a bit more and build enough courage to part with Yongguk, pushing him in the stomach. Without a word, you grabbed the blanket on the floor, wrapped yourself in it and ran away at the other side of the room. “I hate you,” you tried to scream, but all that came out was a deep and hoarse voice. You heard the male at the other side of the room laugh and that alone immediately warmed you.

“I’ve been trying to wake you up for twenty minutes already,” Yongguk raised an eyebrow, approaching from you. “We’re going out today.”

You cleared your throat. “What? I was supposed to sleep and sleep and eat and watch animes today,” you said in a sigh as you hid your head in the blankets.

Just as soon, Yongguk reached you and put his hand on the blanket. “You’ve already done this yesterday,”

“I need to finish what I started yesterday,”

“Come on, don’t be such a worm,” Yongguk said in such a low voice you had to take a ear out of the blanket to hear him. The latter slowly made the blanket slip off your body, throwing it back on the bed.

Your boyfriend, already dresses, stood in front of your body only covered with underwear, a piercing gaze looking into your soul. His expression was dead serious, and that made you lower your eyes in embarrassment.

“Morning kiss?”

You looked back up to meet with a more friendly face of your boyfriend. You let out a chuckle and stood on the tip of your toes to leave a kiss on his lips. “Get ready now,” he grabbed your shoulders and slowly pushed you towards the bathroom. As his hands left your shoulders, one of them tapped your butt and you turned around just in time to see Yongguk kiss his own hand, winking. He left the room and so you started preparing yourself.

-

“Where are we going?” You asked your boyfriend walking next to you.

“You’ll see in no time,” he replied. The serious look on his face was killing you, in every meaning possible. You sighed and didn’t ask any more questions.

You started wondering more when you slowly entered the Wealthy part of the town. You looked right and left, luxury shops shining before your eyes and even found yourself envious of people leaving the shops with tons of bags in their hands. You let out a loud sigh and that made Yongguk tighten his grip on your hand. He looked at you once, a very lovely expression on his face. You took the hint and guessed you were soon at destination.

Your boyfriend stopped all of sudden as you were looking at shops on the other side of the street. “Look on your left, Miss,” he said.

You turned around and chuckled immediately. A chuckle of nervousness. Your heart skipped a beat and you tried to get rid of Yongguk’s hand around yours, so that he wouldn’t feel your heartbeat, or even you shaking.

Yongguk laughed out loud as he saw your confused face. “Come on,”

You gulped down as your boyfriend dragged you inside the shop, still holding on your hand. As you entered the shop, you took a better view of the many glorious wedding dresses exposed everywhere. A clerk approached the two of you just as soon and bowed to greet you. You bowed back as an automatism, even though your mind was elsewhere, trying to comprehend.

“Earth to Love, are you with us?” Yongguk squeezed your hand, looking at you with a concerned look. A smile stretched on his lips as you finally came back to life.

The clerk approached you and your hand slowly slipped off Yongguk’s. “Excuse me Miss, I will need to take your measurements,” She showed you the way and you followed her, too confused to say a word.

“Is it your first time in a wedding shop?” The woman asked.

“I have no idea what I’m doing here,”

“Your boyfriend is probably trying to make you understand it’s time for you to take a step forward in your relationship,” The woman smiled at you, and this immediately made you feel at ease as she started rolling a meter around each part of your body.

Once done, you thought you would get back to where Yongguk would be waiting for you, and that you would be able to question him about this and that and mostly about the whys you were in a wedding shop when you thought you would just eat brunch outside. But the clerk dragged you in a nearby room, that most likely looked like a changing room.

“Mister already came here a few days ago and asked us to put this dress aside so you could try it on today,” She said as she walked towards a headless manikin. A backless, beaded and sequined dress was worn by the manikin, and despite the dress looking as simple as can be, the small pearls and details on it were making it look stunning.

For a second, you thought about the man who planned all this. You thought about how well his tasted fitted yours because truly, this dress was the most stunning you had ever seen; it wasn’t all fluffy like most of the wedding dresses, and for sure hadn’t an excessive amount of glitters and such.

The clerk let out a laugh, “He also chose the heels,” she put the pair of heels and presented them to you on a box. You thought you would go blind because of the beauty of the shoes. They were just as simple as the dress, yet with a simple touch of beige here and there.

After a few minutes of contemplation, you entered the dressing room and let the clerk help you put on the dress, all while thinking about what your boyfriend could be doing as of right now.

When you got out of the changing room, a sudden feeling of nervousness invaded your body and yet you still felt a certain pride in this dress. The sound of the heels echoed in the room as you walked towards a near mirror, still scared to take a look at you and discover you had ruined the beauty of the dress. Surprisingly, it fit you quite well, a bit too much even, and you complimented Yongguk again for choosing such a masterpiece.

“Miss,” The clerk showed you the way out of the room and that’s when your heart started shaking again.

Your eyes were stuck to the floor as you made your way out of the changing room. As soon as the door opened, you heard a light gasp, probably from your boyfriend judging at how deep it was. You stopped, the room falling silence without the sound of your heels clicking on the floor. The courage built, you lift up your gaze and it immediately fell on the silhouette standing before you.

For a second, it was as if time stood still. The shop just became blank, and you found yourself in a universe with just you, and your boyfriend in a midnight blue suit. A wide smile, as well as a flush, grew on your face as you looked at Yongguk from head to toe and noticed the beige bowtie around his neck. You suddenly remembered your long debates with Yongguk when you were trying to convince him neckties were just mere decorations next to bowties.

You took in a deep breath and made a few steps to close the gap between your body and Yongguk’s. You looked up at him, and before anything else could happen, you jumped in his arms, tightly wrapping yours around his neck. A chill traveled your body as the fabric of his suit caressed your bare back and you didn’t care if you weren’t in your own world with your lover anymore and if the clerks were giggling behind you.

After a moment, you wanted to part with Yongguk, you wanted to back away and take a better look at his suit, and at how handsome he looked in it. You wanted to take a look at the both of you in a mirror, but all you could do was clutch at the back of Yongguk’s suit, sniffing away your tears. Yongguk put his hands on your shoulders and tried to take a look at your face, but failed.

“Don’t,” you said. “I’m crying,”

Yongguk laughed and put back his hands on the small of your back, his head resting on yours. “Great, I’m not alone then.”

It took you some time to understand, but you eventually did when Yongguk told the clerks he was okay, “Just a glitter in my eye,”

You giggled and regained your composure, finally parting with Yongguk, but still tightly holding his hand. You locked gaze with him and a huge grin grew on your face because of how widely he was exposing his gummy smile. He also smiled because of how radiant your smile was.

“Mind taking a look under your shoes?” Yongguk questioned.

You frowned in confusion but didn’t ask for more and took off one of your shoes. You looked at the sole of the shoe and let out a nervous laugh. You took off the other shoe and looked under. “This is slightly more romantic than what you did this morning,” you tried to held back a laugh but just couldn’t help when Yongguk’s face broke into a smile.

“It was just practice,” he said and took a step closer. “And this, is practice too.”

Yongguk lowered his head and he kissed you in such a lovely way you were just about to melt. Your smile, though, never melted into the kiss as you thought again about the ‘Mrs’ written under the left shoe and ‘Bang’ on the right one.

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Thank you thank you ♥ I know I'm a slow pea when it comes to updating but I'm thankful to everyone who keep up with me. I still feel frustrated because no one give me feedbacks on my scenarios even though I'd really want to know how people who requested like their scenario ;;

Dessert (Daehyun)

Hi ♥ This is for the anon who requested a Daehyun cuddle scenario and a Himchan one. I know you wanted this because you weren't feeling well so this is probably really late, but I hope you're better and still like it ;~; It's a bit of a mess, I didn't know how to start the scenario, and even though I knew how I wanted to end it (on a rather funny scene because writing such cheesy fluff is embarassing), I wasn't sure how to bring it... Anyway here you go!

"Five more minutes!" You sang out to your boyfriend who was complaining you had been in the shower for way too long.

You stood under the hot water for five more minutes, but before you knew it, it had been twenty minutes already. You built up enough courage to turn off the water and drag your feet out of the shower stall. You made sure you wrapped your towels around your body as soon as you left the stall but goosebumps still managed to stand on your arms because of the temperature difference. You whined a bit and stood in the middle of the bathroom for another couple of minutes. 

"Come on, are you done?" Daehyun yelled from the bedroom.

"The Crown Prince is now entering, bows."

The properly arranged crowd bows at the same time, everything is perfectly in-sync, and that’s just how The Prince likes it. As the latter enters, slowly walking behind the door behind pulled by two guards, a sly grin grows on his face. He likes it when everyone knows he’s there, when everyone gets so vulnerable when his presence can be smelled. 

Jongup looks around, and despite it being a daily routine, he almost wipes a tear of happiness. He would have, if it wasn’t for this one flaw. Just like a beautiful cake, but this one cherry on top is not as red as the throne. Just like a wonderful face, but with an almost invisible but still attention seeker pimple. 

"This isn’t right," Jongup yells. He is not scared to make his voice echo in the whole castle, actually, it’s part of his Being A Prince Pros. "I’m not doing this." He continues as he stops in his pace. His smile falls into a cringe.

Oh I forgot to say this but there's going to be a part 2 to my previous Hoseok scenario (Movie Scene) because someone requested something that just fits for a part 2 :] Anticipate!

Movie Scene (Hoseok)

Hello! First of all, sorry if this appears as a huge block on your dash but I’m publishing this on my phone and I cannot do any html edit OTL Anyway, this is for anon who requested a Hoseok scenario where he keeps staring at you at the library. I felt like pushing this on the funny side so my writing may look different. (Also put a lame pun somewhere in the scenario) Feedbacks would be appreciated, here you go! ——

Ah, school. After three months of summer break, you weren’t sure if you were anticipating school or fearing it. Each new school year was a totally mystery to you; new faces, new discoveries… And for some reason, you had a great feeling about this upcoming year. Maybe just because your best friend had told you your fortune and some ‘Love’ was supposed to occur.

You let out a tired sigh as you dragged your already heavy feet to the university’s library. Your phone vibrated for half a second, kindly informing you it was six in the afternoon, sharp. Classes had ended not long ago and so, the university was slowly emptying.

But just for this year, you thought visiting the library once or twice would be a good idea.

And here you were, in such a calm place you just wanted to scream your lungs out. The only sounds your ear could tell apart were the sounds of books pages grazing against each other and the tips of pens scratching on paper.

You weren’t sure where to go, and what to do, but you visited a bit before doing any work. Trying not to make any sound or even cough was hell. You wanted to sigh, to sneeze, and everything else at the same time, but then everyone would probably burn holes through you with their eyes.

After wandering between the shelves full of Philosophy books and encyclopedias, you had grabbed one and were now heading towards one of the tables. You thought you would have a hard time finding a seat, but much to your surprise, most of the tables were occupied by only one or two people. You took a seat and so slowly put your book down on the table.

 ‘Is life all a dream?’ was written in big classical letters on the hard cover of the book. You flipped through the pages full of questions ‘What is a dream?’, ‘What comes after life?’, and that alone easily gave you a headache.

You had never been into Philosophy, but you just happened a few hours of it because of your course. Questions that can’t get an answer means they are not worth that answer, you always thought. What will you do once you discover that yes, or no, life is all a dream? A loud sigh escaped your airway as you immersed yourself in the pages of the book.

“The question of morality is separate from the question whether it can all be a dream-” You read a first time. You scratched your head in confusion and read it again. After a couple of minutes, and you had counted, you were already reading the same sentence for the 78th time. And you sighed for the fourth time in the minute.

When you were just about to move on to the next sentence – you still couldn’t get a grip of the meaning of the previous one though –, it felt like the whole world shook. Nope, just the chair being pulled away. You didn’t pay attention, until someone sat their but on the chair right next to you. You raised an eyebrow, trying not to lift up your gaze to prevent any awkwardness to invade the atmosphere.

The person now next to you – you had no idea if it was a girl, a boy, in suit or in pajamas, or even an alien – was making actual noise. So much noise. You scratched your head in annoyance and hesitated kicking that person. It’s not like you could read that damn book anyway, but this is a damn library and you yourself learned a few minutes ago that making noise in a library is a sin. But they continued anyway; sighing, coughing, talking to themselves…

“Excuse me,” the voice raised just above a whisper – they could have also spoke into a mic – and that’s when you identified the gender of the person; a male. A boy! A man! Everything suddenly felt more embarrassing. “do you perhaps-” he continued.

But you cut him off. “No, sorry.”

“But I didn’t even-”

“I’m really busy right now, I need to read every word at least eight times before understanding them, which takes approximately thirty-two seconds per word. Sentences in this book have an average number of thirty seven words, because this is philosophy and fuck the simple. That means I read a sentence in thirteen minutes and fifty four seconds. Do I sound like I have time for you?” you caught on your breath and turned your attention back to your book – not like you were even looking at your weirdo.

Magically, everything became dead silent and you found yourself appreciating the noiseless world of this library, which you detested when you first came in. But something felt wrong. “Big Brother is Watching You”: these words echoed in your mind. You checked the cover of the book, and it was still written ‘Is life all a dream?’ and not ‘1984’. You scratched your head – you were pretty sure a hole would start forming on your skull if you continued scratching it so much.

Despite all your efforts to read that damn book, something was off, and that definitely wasn’t your brain. Your eyes slowly rolled to the side, in the most discrete way possible. No matter how discrete you tried to be anyway, your every movement was being watched by the guy who had settled down next to you a while ago.

You decided to ignore. You succeeded, or at least, for ten minutes or so. You rolled your eyes to the side once again and you swore you thought Mona Lisa was next to you. You would probably get kicked out of the library if you suddenly shot up and yelled ‘MONA LISA IS ALIVE!’ so you decided to take a correct glance.

You turned your head around and you only had time to wink that this guy’s wasn’t staring at you anymore. He actually looked pretty, with very thin features, an expression such as the sun. A sigh escaped from your lips and tried to get into your book, Once Again. Your mind wasn’t filled with questions such as ‘What are dreams?’ ‘Do we dream a life, or do we live a dream?’ ‘Conscious or unaware?’ but more like ‘Who is this guy?’ ‘Why is he prettier than I am?’ ‘What is he reading?’ ‘Wait… he’s not reading. Is he writing a fan-fiction?’ and that was the perfect timing to close your book loudly, get up, loudly, and throw the book back in the shelf. But that would be too easy.

You felt his stare on you again, as if he was actually sending you a message ‘I’m staring at you.’, but your level in telepathy was still kind of low to catch any other messages. Somewhere between the minutes of A Stranger Staring At You, you caught a new message ‘Stare at me back.’

And so, you stared back, your hair whipping your face as you harshly snapped your neck to the side. You narrowed your eyes, staring into his soul, devouring his everything. You tried sending him a telepathic message: ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’, you thought it didn’t work, but then he laughed. He. Laughed. And damn his laugh was as pretty as his face and eyelashes. This was totally a scene from a movie, and then these two persons start dating each other and marry, and this is actually a How I Met Your Mother remake.

You weren’t going to give up, but you weren’t sure if the game was to stare as long as possible or survive without blinking. You were doing both anyway, and that was killing you. Hey, try looking at the sun with bare eyes, without blinking.

“Give up,” he whispered, now actually conscious this was a library and it was supposed to be and stay silent. “my record is three minutes twenty-eight seconds.”

“I give up.” You replied, blinking a hundred times just as soon, tears forming behind your eyes because of some weird reaction from the Human body. “Hey, I didn’t want to actually give up.”

The stranger chuckled in silence and when he calmed down, he stared at you again. This time, his eyes weren’t screaming ‘Competition’ but rather, ‘Interest’.

“Hey,” he smiled a smile sweet as suga.

“What?”

“You were wrong earlier,” he continued. He turned his body around on the chair, now facing you and his elbow resting on the back of the chair. “Reading a sentence of thirty seven words, knowing you read a word eight times, it wouldn’t take you thirteen minutes and fifty four seconds but twelve minutes and twenty four seconds.” He raised his index next to his face, in a ‘let me teach you something gurl’ motion.

“Really?” you faked a surprised expression on your face, not caring a single bit about all these numbers.

“Yes. Because y-”

“I don’t actually care,” you cut him off again.

“I’m Hoseok,” the said Hoseok said a bit louder, a teethful smile plastered on his face as he stretched his hand in front of you. “You can call me Hoseok.”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Is he dumb, stupid, or idiot? Ah, he wanted you to introduce yourself so you can become friends and so and so. “And I’m going, bye.” You closed shut the philosophy book. Conclusion, you didn’t learn anything.

“Hey,” Hoseok spoke up, but he didn’t wait for an answer this time. “I’ve read this book once. It’s quite interesting, you should go on!” He suddenly said and packed his things too. Or more like, threw all his books and pen in his bag as fast as possible so he wouldn’t let you run away.

“This book has a dumb question to begin with,” you stated while walking towards the Philosophy shelves. You took the at least three kilos book in both hands and read the writing on the hard cover once again. “Is life all a Dream? Huh? If it’s a dream, that means I’m actually sleeping, and sleeping is good no matter what you say, so it doesn’t matter dream or not.”

You heard someone running slowly behind you and finally caught up. No surprises, it’s still Hoseok. You actually felt the atmosphere changing, and it became all bloomy again. “But if life really is a dream, if I ever woke up, you will only exist in my dream then. That ain’t no cool.”

You stopped and watched Hoseok walking further; he probably didn’t see you stopping.

And then you understood what he just said. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

You pushed the huge book back into its spot and immediately sighed in relief. You eyed the front door of the library, and then Hoseok. You could just run away through the door and never see this guy again, or you could try to improve your socializing skills and ask to see again, or maybe some kind of meteorite would crash somewhere in the library and aliens would take Hoseok with him. You sighed: why did he sit next to me in the first place…

“-which means, dreams are life and so, life is dreams. Hey, you listening?” Hoseok’s voice suddenly popped in your ears. It was bright and no matter what he said, it was always in a cheerful tone - library or not.

“You,” you pointed at him with your index. “stop Hey-ing me, I have a name.”

“I guess so,” he chuckled. “what’s your name?”

“Not telling you,” you turned your heels around, getting upset at the bit of hesitation you had.

“Hey!”

“I told you not to Hey me!”

And because, remember, this is a movie scene, you turned around in slow-motion with a cute frown on your tired face, and met eyes to eyes with Hoseok. So close you could see the endless sparkles of fireworks in his eyes. So close your heart skipped a couple of beats.

Your surroundings got blank as both of you stared into each others souls. Time stood still.

You woke up from your thoughts when an intruder asked you to move away so he could grab a book from the shelf. You stepped asid.

“You lost,” Hoseok’s voice rose into a faint whisper right next to your hear. You pushed him away as soon as you caught a chill down your spine.

“It wasn’t nice meeting you, bye.”

“Hey!” he shot up.

You glanced back and Hoseok lowered his head when he caught sight of your Stare of the Death. You saw a pour forming on his face - as if he could be cute - and turned on your heels, heading towards the front door.

“Ok then,” Hoseok’s voice continued on following you, getting louder and louder at each step towards the door. “Princess,”

Your heart skipped a bit, but you tried conveicing yourself it did not. Nope, not with him. You stopped on your way and Hoseok bumpee into you, backing away with a slow apology. Your name came our of your mouth in a low voice, low enough Hoseok had you repeat it a few times. You’d rather be killed than being called Princesse or anything alike.

“Oh, thank you, Princess,” Hoseok whispered the last word, as if he didn’t want you to hear - but even his whispers were screams to your ear.

“See you tomorrow, same place same time,”

You couldn’t say anything as Hoseok opened the door and left without looking back.

Okay, maybe, just maybe, you could come back to the library to do this or that…