-> A Sehun Scenario based off the song Tattooed Heart by Ariana Grande. <-
You don't need a lot of money
Honey you don't have to play no games
All I need is all your loving
To get the blood rushing through my veins
It was sweet. All his kisses were sweet, the light pecks included. You wanted to indulge in all of his sweetness, causing you a cavity but that would be okay.
You would say, the start for the both of you was simple, but soon to be special. You both worked your way towards each other, slowly but surely.
I wanna say we're going steady
Like it's 1954,
No, it doesn't have to be forever
Just as long as I'm the name on your tattooed heart
It was a Friday evening. He texted you that he wouldn't be home until later. You suppose it was okay, at least he told you. To be honest, this week was hot and steamy for the both of you. Not in the bed beneath the sheets, even though you wish it was. That would've been way better, however, it was the opposite. Couples of course have their share of sourness. Constant sour arguments, and sour words. It was all sour on your mouth every evening. And every morning, you wouldn't look forward to the silence that fell upon both of you, being the after-taste of all those sour words thrown at each other. Of course, nothing could be sweet forever.
It's 1 a.m, Saturday. Why did you stay up and wait for him? You weren't worried about what he was doing since you trusted him but, you were just worried if he would make it home safely. You wanted it all sweet again. It's just an automatic crave; after tasting something sour, you need something sweet just to balance it out. That's it, balance.
You were currently lying comfortably on your bed with the night-stand lamp on, reading your favorite book until you heard the door unlock. You walked out of the bedroom and headed to the living room to welcome him home. This was it, balancing out all that sour with what would be sweetness.
After he kicked off his shoes, he stood up and looked at you, as if there was something behind his eyes trying to tell you something, trying to release itself.
You returned his gaze with a questionable look. Then he started to say something, but you couldn't understand really. Was he choking on his words? Had he been drinking?
"_____..." is what he started with. Of course, the words usually following wouldn't be something good.
Then everything went sour. Next thing you know, you're packing up some clothes, not caring about what clothes were being packed. Hot tears streaming down your face. He was holding onto your wrist, then your waist, then your arm, trying so hard to hold onto you in general, trying to prevent you from leaving.
Then you were out the door, after all the screaming and profanity and pleads to stay, you were out the door running to your car, then in your car, you finally released it all into hard sobs. Punching the wheel, screaming, and crying, releasing it all from the wound on your heart. Then, finally you were driving to god knows where, just driving away from that sour taste, and that sour apartment, and that sour man you loved so much.
You don't need to worry about making me crazy
'Cause I'm way past that
And so just call me, if you want me
'Cause you got me, and I'll show you how much I wanna be on your tattooed heart
It has almost been a week, since you have tasted something sweet. The after-taste of that sour situation is still on your tongue, all the emotions still in your heart, and all the words and memories of that night still floating through your head.
"I'm sorry _____, I'm sorry I'm sorry..."
Sour.
"Why Sehun?! Why why why! Am I not enough?! Is it because we were on the rocks this week? Is that why you had to-"
Sour.
"I swear ____ I didn't mean it. It-its just one thing lead to another and-"
Sour.
"____! DON’T LEAVE! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE JUST STAY... Please just stay ____. I wasn't thinking straight! I swear _____ I just wanted you, not her! I love you ____!"
Sour, there's that taste again, back on your tongue.
It always comes back, even with all the chocolates and ice cream you have eaten, you still wanted that sweetness, his sweetness.
After that night, you have been staying with your sister. She welcomed you with tissues, hugs, and her ears to listen to you, because that's really all you needed, just someone to listen.
You parked your car in her garage, and walked into the house through the garage door.
Dropping your keys by the door, you make your way to the living room.
"I'm home!" you yell, while plopping yourself on the couch and closing your eyes.
"Welcome home _____."
Blank. You could never forget that melodic voice. Opening your eyes, there he was, the sweetness you were craving. Even though the last time you talked to him was bitter, why did he still sound so sweet?
"Sehun... What are you doing here?!" Slowly, you stood up and tried your best to avoid eye contact, as if he would be able to see the pain beneath your eyes, or worse; if he would see how much you truly missed him.
"_____. Please, come home and let's talk. Just please hear me out...". He just stood there, with piercing dark brown eyes, pulling you towards him and once again, the craving of sweetness danced along your tongue.
"Sehun, why should I? I have heard enou-"
"NO. You have not _____. If you want we could go home, talk about it, and if you truly don't want to be with me, I'll understand."
No. No no no, that was the last thing you wanted. The last thing you need is something sour, no, if you had anymore, surely your taste buds would go numb. And being numb, God that feeling was just as equivalent as sharp pain, ironically.
Sehun stepped forward, grabbed your wrist and left light kisses along it, as if with every kiss, he was apologizing, and you were sorry too. All you wanted was sweetness; sweet kisses, sweet hugs, and pure sweet love.
Just as long as I'm the name on your tattooed heart
You pulled him closer, placing your face in the crook of his neck as if you belonged there, because you did. You left light kisses along his neck, each kiss representing forgiveness. Sehun then picked you up and carried you bridal style towards the couch, then plopped down with you lying in his lap. This was the balance; the balance of something sweet after tasting something sour.
Wrap me in your jacket, my baby
And lay me in your bed
And kiss me underneath the moonlight
Darling let me trace the lines on your tattooed heart
Silent. It stayed like that for a while. Wrapped up in his arms, no words spoken, just little sweet acts of love.
"_____, I hope you know how much you truly mean to me."
There it was again.
"Of course Sehun. And you mean everything to me."
And with that, you looked up at him and that in his eyes, you saw yourself, because to him you were the whole entire world. He pulled your face closer, sealing it all with a passionate kiss.
Then once he let go, you laid your head on his chest, tracing your fingers over his heart.
Just as long as I'm the name on your tattooed heart
-> This scenario wasn't well thought out so I'm sorry if it seems rushed but this is to deal with my reckless feelings for Namjoon. Please anticipate for my upcoming scenarios, think of this as a "teaser". <-
Click. You open the door to Bangtan's dorm, already feeling like your second home.
"Baby~", you call out, specifically to Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, your boyfriend of 7 months and counting, was somewhere lost in his own world as you can hear the vibrations of beats and music mixes throughout the dorm. Taking off your shoes and slipping on someone's pair of house slippers, you follow the sound of music, like walking towards the end of the rainbow to find your pot of gold.
And there he was, your pot of gold, literally with his golden-like hair. Instead of disturbing him, you decide to observe him from the side. The way he gets into his music, the way it makes him happy, just the way he is, it's like falling in love with him all over again. Of course, sometimes, his music may come before you, sometimes you do get jealous that he spends more time with his music than you, but telling him to stop right when he is in that zone, you just couldn't do that.
Just like how everyone needs their getaway from reality, music is Namjoon's escape. Sure, it may get him frustrated when he has deadlines and he still isn't impressed with his work, but that's where you come in. You come in and remind him how remarkable and extremely talented he is, you remind him that life isn't always easy, and if it were, then we wouldn't all be satisfied.
It's those moments and all the memories you two have had, that have molded your relationship today, including all the ups and downs and emotional fights. Slow like a snake in a grass, you make your way towards Namjoon. His eyes closed, his head bobbing to the creation of beats and music compiled together, you snake your arms around his neck and kiss him right under his jawline. "You never fail to awe me Namjoon, even when you don't notice me, you still amaze me."
Relieved to find that it's you, Namjoon hums in response and turns around to face you, and brings you down onto his lap. "Well hello to you too. How long have you been here?"
"I don't know, however long it is that I get so absorbed in watching you." He suppresses a light laugh and kisses your forehead, "Mmm I see, I'm going to finish up here and we can do whatever you want after okay? All the boys are gone and it's just us now."
You nod your head and get up from him while he turns around to wrap up his creation. Before leaving the room, you look back at him and smile, because out of everyone in the world, this man has your heart.
Then, a bright idea appears in your mind and you hurriedly walk to his room, and close the door behind you.
A few minutes after, Namjoon comes walking down the corridor. "Babe, are you hungry? Do you want to watch some movies?" As he unlocks the door to his room, his mind goes blank at the sight of you, dressed in black lingerie, his favorite, under that semi-transparent red silk robe of yours.
"I think we can do something else baby~" and with that, next thing you know, you're falling down into a plethora of white sheets and pillows, forgetting about tomorrow and yesterday, and enjoying of what is right now.