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Where do you get your inspiration from? You write very beautifully and I'd love to capture things through words like you. All the pictures you paint in my vision while reading are so captivating.

Thanks, sweetie - we are all glad you appreciate the effort :)

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Could I request a Namjoon scenario? I'd like it to include something like, that you both are laying down on a flower field , looking at the night sky .. thanks in advance! I Love they way you guys write~

namjoon/readeran ode to dreams and music491 words-Admin S (note: I sidetracked a little and it’s not really namjoon/reader, more like namjoon/fan but through his music. I believe we’ve all felt this way at some point. Namjoon is such an amazing human being you might as well call this an ode to him and his music.)

There’s light. Glowing specks of light, like stains on a new shirt, like wet paint drops on an indigo canvas. You feel the grass blades tickling your skin, as if they’re trying to cut you apart but failing. You feel the breeze, carrying a sort of melancholy with it, drenching you in its sweet scent. Threading melodies into your hair and weaving songs into your veins, which spread through your system like wildfire, setting your soul ablaze.

And then there’s him, illuminating everything around him with all he has and he isn’t even trying. He’s beautiful -- wholly and completely, and when you turn around to look at him, he doesn’t notice. Dyed white hairs are interlacing with the grass blades, and you reach out to him, trying to grasp a little of his beauty between your fingers, but as soon as you touch him, he disappears. He becomes stardust, and you can only watch as the wind carries away the particles of his ethereal being.

You wake up.

You can still feel him pulsing through you like the sweetest drug and you’re ready to overdose every night if it means feeling this way. You want to breathe him in once more, you want him to live inside of you and become one with you, become a being of complete beauty and perfection. You’re ready to give your soul to him, just as he does to you in your dreams. Something clenches inside of you, like a hand grabbed your soul and squeezed it as hard as it can, and through your sighs you exhale grace.

Your heart is in his music, you live through the melodies and beats and words spit out in a microphone, somewhere so distant but close to you, and you realize it was his soul squeezing yours with every beat you heard, every word he said. Through his music, he showed you what he really is as a person, his neurons intertwining with yours until you really were one being and you really felt his hopes and dreams. Through his music, you realized, he had given you a part of his hope, his will and his dream, to push forward and be strong and live and love and try to be a part of the world.

You realize you want to leave an imprint in the soil of the ever-knowing Earth, you want to leave a soul-shaped mark of your life and what you did in it, who and how you loved or the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled or the way you carried yourself. Just as he does, you want to be felt, to be remembered and to be known, because you’re doing that exact same thing for him too.

And you realize exactly how much you’re doing for Kim Namjoon, even when he’s far away and your lives are two parallel lines. They will never meet or touch, but they’re still almost the same.

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Can it be about me and Suga composing a song together, while I play the piano and he writes? And while we're composing, we just connect with each other. I don't know, I wanted to be special c: Thank you, saragnhae~

yoongi/readerwhenever you touched the piano1209 words- Admin S

i.Whenever you touched the piano, you felt like the world was at your fingertips. The sound escaping the instrument was making you feel indestructible. You were consumed by your self-love and you knew that it was wrong, but you weren’t blaming yourself for it, not even a little bit. It kept you alive. All the struggles you faced with, thrust upon you by the hardship of being a young adult in today’s society weighed you down and your only escape was the piano. A condescending mother, who never believed in your dream was enough to bring you down when you were younger, and a missing father was enough to create a hole in you which could only be fixed with the magic that was music. It was the only escape, and forcing yourself not to enjoy the self-love and indestructibility of creating something magical would be the end of you.

Many had told you music was not the way to go. You believed that for so long, pushing yourself to go a path that just wasn’t the one you were meant to go. Deep inside of you, you knew that music was the only way. People your age are rarely daring enough to push their dreams instead of what’s expected of them.  There are so many inspirational books, movies and things that try to teach people that pushing yourself to the limit and pursuing your dreams is the only way to ever truly be happy, but you rarely see anyone actually doing the things they say they’re going to do. Like New Year’s resolutions, but it’s not just a year’s worth of decisions they throw away. They throw away their lives in exchange of comfort and stability.

Surrounding yourself with music was one way to start your rebellion against everything the people around you stood for. You didn’t have money to go to concerts, buy expensive merch to support artists or actually buy the music you were listening to, and it hurt you to know that you couldn’t offer the support you so badly needed. All you could do was support with your work, and like many others, it was your dream to one day be a famous composer and songwriter. You wanted to inspire others to do things that make them happy, even if it was just small steps to a much bigger goal. You wanted to become someone who makes others feel things and makes them break away off the beaten track, just like you were doing. You knew that what you wanted to do was something many others wanted, too, and you also knew that you’re very brave for deciding to still go with it. Somehow, it inspired you even more, knowing that you faced the same struggles with so many others around the world. However, you hadn’t once before thought of actually being offered the chance to do what you love with someone just as determined as you.

Because you loved proving your mother wrong, you loved the way this had happened, too. She had once told you the internet is a useless thing, and only bad things would come out of it. Through it, though, you met an ambitious young man who needed melodies to rap and sing over. Coincidentally, you needed someone to compose melodies for. Finally, you felt like you were going to do something productive with your free time, and not just keep practicing the same old melodies while writing new ones that were stored in cupboards where food was supposed to be.

Although he seemed quite nice, you were apprehensive and didn’t want to actually meet him until you’d sampled his work but also deemed the situation safe enough to actually meet someone you had never seen in real life, too. Growing up with an overly cautious mother, you learned to be just like her when it came to safety, which wasn’t a really bad thing when you thought about it. After a while, though, a meeting seemed inevitable. It was like the universe was planning on making you meet all along, because everything you stood for aligned and everything you could do complimented itself between you, making you become more complete than anything ever had before. It wasn’t necessarily a lover’s connection, but a spark between you that definitely promised something more. So you agreed to meet him under one condition: on the first meeting, the two of you didn’t talk - you just made music.

ii.Meeting Yoongi was probably the best thing that had happened to you so far. Playing with him next to you set you free. He didn’t judge your skill by your failures, instead he told you that it didn’t matter how many mistakes you made, as long as you still kept playing. You’d never been more inspired before. Melodies were coming out of you like an overflowing spring, while he was constantly complimenting them with his smooth voice and encouraging you to do more than you had ever dreamed of.

‘It’s like you see and feel things I don’t, so you convey them to me through your melodies,’ he told you. ‘I can only try to keep up with you.’ He loved the way you looked when you played the piano. He told you that you really did look indestructible and untouchable.

It was precisely that, that made you realize there’s no point in doing all the work when the world wasn’t hearing it. You two had to debut soon, so other people could finally see what you had been working on. Dozens of songs were already finished but scrapped away, and you were constantly improving. You knew that you were good even without anyone telling you that you were. You didn’t need others’ affirmation of the connection you had with Yoongi and the music it made you create together.

iii.You were so sure it would work. However, nobody appreciated what you did after you released a couple of songs. ‘Mediocre’, ‘dull’ and ‘unimpressive’ were just some of the adjectives given to your duo.

He was there to pick you up when you heard the news. He was there; still strong, telling you that it had happened many times before to many others, that it wasn’t the end and that there was still a long way to go. You knew that he was right. You weren’t about to give up what you’d worked so hard for, even if it meant you had to give up so many other things. It would hurt, doing that, but it hurt more knowing that if you gave up now, you would betray both Yoongi and yourself, and everything the two of you stood for.

Somewhere along the line, you knew the connection between you grew even stronger and bloomed into feelings of love, and that was okay, because Yoongi wasn’t about to leave you as soon as bad things started happening. You’d gone through so much already, and you were ready to support him through everything that had happened, too.

He said, ‘They just weren’t ready for it, that’s all. The world wasn’t ready for us.’ The world wasn’t ready for you two, but you didn’t care. The next time, you were coming on strong. 

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Hello!!! I just stopped by to announce that btscenarios.tk has (temporarily) moved to btscenari0s.tumblr.com due to a glitch in the url!! 

Thank you~~

- Admin C

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Can we contact you through line ?

Yes, search a little bit below :)

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If I want to try for an admin position, can I ask here? Or does it have to be on KakaoTalk? And is there any special procedure needed to become an admin?

You have to write something, we don't accept people like that and we check the scenario thoroughly and if we like it enough we will ask you to become an admin. This mostly happens via KakaoTalk or Line.

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Are you looking for admins?

Yes, so anyone who wants to apply may contact us on kakaotalk.Admin B: purplexsatanAdmin K: satanchanAdmin D: kouhaixere

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what happened to Admin S?

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During the summer vacation Admin S has been really occupied with travelling abroad and she's not able to dedicate her time to this blog. Hopefully, she will be back soon and have something written.

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I really adore your blog. If I blink while I'm reading one of your scenarios, I fear that I might somehow miss a detail. Your writing style, all of you, is indeed really beautiful. You just know how to put the right words in the right places. And I envy you for that. No matter how much I write, it's just plain trash. I don't know how to express myself so delightfully. I'm really thinking of stopping once and for all. Anyways, sorry to bother you with my little rant.

First of all - thank you, thank you so much. I think I can speak on the behalf of all the admins when I say praises like these make our day. I was initially very happy reading your message until I got to the mid point.

Please. Never stop writing because you think you aren’t good enough. Never compare yourself to other writers. Never think you aren’t worthy. The state in which you are right now does not dictate what you can be in the future. Everybody has moments of insecurity in their writing. Me, my friends here at this blog, sometimes we get such big writers blocks that we cannot look at our writing without feeling disgust. What’s important is to move on. To keep trying. If you feel something is bad, do not fall into a slump - change it, make it better, keep on working until you are satisfied with yourself. Be realistic about everything you do - when you see a fault, correct it, but do not skip over all the good in your writing either. Nothing is ever trash. All there is is potential that has not been shaped yet. I cannot give you advice as I have never read anything of yours, even though it sincerely saddens me hearing somebody speak in such a manner.

As writers, we should strive to make a difference in the world, to influence people, to move and stir them. Writing is an escape. Writing lets us speak of worlds beyond our reach, of people who do not exist, of our ideas without being judged. It should only bring us happiness. When we are happy about the things we do, we naturally get better at them. So if writing makes you happy, never give up on it. Not for anything in the world.

-Admin K

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Hello! I'd like to become one of your admins, but is there another way of contacting you guys other than Kakaotalk or probably LINE?

I’m afraid there isn’t anything other than these, e-mail and tumblr messages. 

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I remember checking this blog every day for about 2 weeks from when Chaotic Good was posted because I loved this blog so much but you weren't posting anythjng so slowly I drifted away from the blog. But now I've just found this page in my bookmarks and found new posts and I can't explain how happy I am like I love all the admins and all of your writing. Everything about this blog is perfect ^^~♥ 사랑해!

Thank you very much for this, really. We all can't even begin explaining how grateful we are to each and every one of you for the follows, the notes, the many requests and praises. Honestly, you are the reason we are doing this and we are glad you appreciate the effort. Hopefully, we will post more and more because now we have a fifth admin and a bit more free time so stay tuned :)Much love, such wow,Admin B ❤

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Jin cuddling with me on the couch with a jug of hot Choco on a winters night. Make it extra fluffy pls! Thank u :') (ps. I can't wait)

seokjin/readerwinter melodies647 words- Admin D

The darkness envelops the room in a veil of shadows, light making its way in from the windows, slowly fading and cold creeps in between the cracks and crevices of walls and wood. You sit cross-leged, hands between your thighs in attempt to warm yourself up, winter sinking inside of your skin. You breathe in and a shiver runs down your spine. You hear Jin from the kitchen, opening cupboards and placing dishes and maybe you wish he was next to you to chase the ice taking over you. Jin has always felt like warmth, like sun and blooming apple trees.

Jin comes, two cups of hot chocolate in his hands and you wonder how he doesn’t feel the heat burning through his skin but Jin has always been too warm to feel it anyway. You smile as he places the mugs on the table and pulls out your hands from between your legs.

“Are you cold?” he asks, a small smile curving his lips and you only have the strenght to nod.

He covers your hands with his, long fingers over your smaller ones, thumb gently rubbing circles into your skin while you lean closer to him. He holds your hands until you start feeling hot, cheeks reddening.

“Do you want the hot chocolate now?” You don’t, not really, if that means he will let you go but he stands up without an answer, handing it to you.

“How come you’re never cold?” You ask but he doesn’t give you an answer. Insteads he sits down next to you, letting you curl into his side.

The radio is just a murmur over the quietness of the room, sounds of songs neither of you know. You rest your lips at the edge of the cup, not really drinking but letting the steam draw bluriness in front of your eyes. When you finally take a sip the liquid burns your tongue but you swallow it nevertheless. 

“Do you hear the song?” Seokjin abruptly asks, standing up and you miss his body next to yours already. You focus on the radio, just barely enough to hear but you recognize the song immediately. Jin helps you get up and draws you close to his body, like it has always been, being completely engulfed in him, the only place you could possibly be.

He rests his palms on your waist, slowly moving in the rhythm of the melody, a thunderstorm and stillness all thogether, words from another language, one that you are supposed to know but in his arms you forget to care enough. “Jin?” you pronounce his name like a question, nestled against his chest even after the song stops.

“Hm?” you hear the rumble of his voice right above you.

“Can we stay like this for a little while?”

You almost hear his smile but you don’t have it in you to actually look, you know it will be there. He continues swaying long after another melody has started playing, a faster one, one you can’t adapt into but you know you don’t need to. He’s there to guide you, like always, so you need nothing else.“Do you think the spring will be warmer this year?” he asks, voice soothing and calm, in contrast with your racing heart. The cold is long gone, nothing left of the ice, nothing left of the winter so you think spring may have already come in the minutes you forgot to count, forgot to check. You don’t care about them either.

“I don’t know. It’s okay if you’re here to warm me up.” You say it like a joke, laughter bubbling, but he doesn’t even smile. He draws you in closer, impossibly so.“I’ll always be here, you know.” He kisses the top of your head and you believe him. He won’t leave. He knows you can’t bear the cold without him.

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Is there a way to contact u besides kakao?

You can contact us via Line too, but it's not too different from Kakaotalk. Still, me and admin D have a Line. Hers is "luchiden" and mine is "hatiebruce" :)- admin b

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Are you looking for admins?

Yes, so anyone who wants to apply may contact us on kakaotalk.Admin B: purplexsatanAdmin K: satanchanAdmin D: kouhaixere

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I'm on mobile and I don't see a link to your masterlist. It's probably a tumblr mistake but I thought you guys should know!

The problem is that the mobile version of tumblr is not like the full version so you won't be able to see the masterlist until you switch to PC. - admin B

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Hi! Could you do a jealous jimin scenario?? :)

jimin/readerarsons and forest fires1589 words

- Admin B

For some people love is essential, like the air they breathe, like the sun that fills the emptiness of the morning skies. It is this vitality of the feeling that drew Jimin to you, like a moth to a flame, knowing he could easily get lost in you forever. With the wings of this attraction he flutters to you and he stays, unlike so many before him, it doesn't matter if he burns, it doesn't matter if you watch your own flames envelop him, because he doesn't mind being grounded to you. He wanted to give you everything and with the wildness of a forest fire you would take it all. You would swallow it down, embrace it and cherish it even as you are destroying it. He gives you some sense of purpose, and the shining edges of cities at night and the rain scented mornings afterwards, petrichor clinging to your clothes. Jimin clings to you like the wind in your hair, like lightning in the dark evening sky, stars illuminating the corners of your eyes. 

When you first met Jimin it was like your whole body lit up, like a match that was meant to set him on fire but in the end it was you who felt the heat. His smile wasn't anything like it is now, it was small and looked almost shy but only you could see how cynical it was, the corners up his lips lifting up just the slightest bit, eyes never changing, emotion never flickering in them. You never found out why a bland smile and a few exchanged words made you feel so many things at once, why you fell in love with that above everything else. But it happened, it was slow and delicious, it was mysterious and it kept you on the edge of your seat until he eventually pressed his enchanting lips to yours. It was your friend Jungkook you had to thank for this enticing meeting, for he was the one who made sure it occurred. With enviable determination he set it all up, with admirable precision and will. You were like two puppets and he was the director of the whole show, you were stringed to him until your and Jimin's romance brought you both to life and you finally broke free and started living by yourselves.

Even though Jimin is who you desire to wake up to every morning, who you want to talk to before going to bed, only to hear him wish you goodnight with a husky and quiet voice full of passion and words that needn't be said because you know them by heart, you dedicate a lot of your time to your friends too. Especially to Jungkook, the one who always listened and gave the best advice, the one with the warmest hugs and calmest words. He was the one who knew both you and Jimin best, he was still a link between you, he could still direct the shows if you asked him to. 

"How are things with Jimin?" He questions every time and you know he wants to hear the answer so you tell him every now and then, over a cup of macchiato in a cozy coffee shop somewhere in the midst of the busy life in Seoul, between the crowds running errands and passing you by. 

You smile over the edge of your cup and begin a story from your life with him, sometimes small things, sometimes greater than both of you combined. This time there are no tales to tell so you just change the topic after a subtle smirk and ask Jungkook about his own life, his own love story. Minutes pass as you talk, they turn into hours and the last sun rays litter the streets of the city, the buildings look like dipped in the warmth of reds and oranges. You both don't rush, though, you have no better place to be at this particular moment and you haven't seen each other for so long that the words just flow out of your mouths, countless, they add up to each other. However, as darkness envelops Seoul in its embrace and the beautiful sunset turns into fairy lights and car headlights, melting together, you suddenly feel the need to get to the home you've missed for so long. 

Jimin is waiting, hands resting on the couch cushions, eyes glazed over by tiredness but he struggles against the steely grip of sleep, he doesn't surrender, all he wants is to see you face and hear your voice one last time before he falls into deep and dreamless slumber. A pointless show is lighting up the TV screen, the whisper of people he doesn't hear, and his eyes are glued to it as if it's some sort of lifesaver but his gaze sometimes flickers to the wooden door, so painfully closed, the room remaining empty except for his own presence. He waits more, fingers drumming in a attempt to fight off the drowsiness. Just as it almost stops working, just as the sky turns raven black he hears voices, so faint that at first he thinks they live inside his head but they grow louder, as does his longing to see you. It takes a while for him to actually tell the voices apart, a boy and a girl, a booming laugh and a cute giggle. The sounds ricochet off his skull and get lost in the cracks in his bones, because he actually knows that giggle, it's the one he is so drawn to, the magical sound that makes him sleepwalk to you. 

''I really gotta go though, thanks for walking me back.'' You murmur and rub your eyes to get rid of the tiredness nestled in them and give Jungkook a bright wide smile goodbye. You share a brief hug and a faint kiss on the cheek and he turns around to walk away, leaving you with the memories of the day you had. 

The door is not locked, you note as you go in, someone else has been in, and your stomach does a strange flutter at the thought. Only, you see Jimin on the couch, a storm in his eyes and the delicious sensation disappears with the speed of light, a strange uneasiness taking its place. 

"Where have you been?" He questions icily, cold dripping from his mouth and shivers climb over your skin. Your heart thunders in your chest with the firmness of his words and the forest fire that flickers out.

"I was out with Jungkook." You drop your bag next to your feet, your voice unwavering despite the feeling rolling around in your stomach. 

"Oh, really? And where did you go?" 

"What's with the questions?" You shoot back. "What's wrong with me going out with my best friend?"

His expression resembles a wounded animal as the street lights illuminate it, you can see the pain across it, written skillfully by the little pout of his lips and the sparkle in his eyes, so wide awake now, no traces of sleep in the darkness of his irises. 

"Is he really just your friend? Or is he something entirely different from that?" His words get stuck in your throat, in your chest and you choke on them, tears blind your eyes and strong arms grip he edges of your heart and start tearing it apart, bit by bit. It pains you truly, what he says, it hurts to hear how little he trusts you, how he forgets your love for him, it's sad to see the jealousy in the way he stands, the way he walks, circling you like a vulture and waiting for you to make a mistake. He plays his part to perfection and it makes you want to play yours too, to lie to him, to make him suffer because of what he said. You will to tell him that he is, indeed, right in his observations. However, you can't, because what is the point in untruth, what's the point in shattering what you have? 

"Don't say that." You whisper, your voice finally breaking. "Don't you dare say that when I dedicate all my time to you!" This time the words come out loud, a scream, splitting the quietness of the living room, "I do everything for you, everything to please you, I said goodbye to all my friends for you, all except him!" Tears are flowing freely down your face and you can't see him now, can't see the remorse in this face, the way he wishes to swallow the words back in, so that they don't sting. 

"I'm so sorry." He just says. It's simple, put into words, but it doesn't do much good, not as much as his arms that wrap around your trembling figure, holding you in strings so you don't fall apart. "I'm so sorry. I just love you."

You nod against his chest, your throat dry as you breathe in the scent of peppermint and citrus. "I'm sorry too."

"I keep getting jealous even though I trust you. I am so scared." You step back and even as his arms follow your body you still break away to look at his face.

"I'll always do everything for you. I always have. You don't need to be afraid. I love you too, Jimin." You say right before he leans down to press a kiss to your lips just like the first time, only a thousand times sweeter, even though you burn inside.

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Do you have a masterlist?

We do have a masterlist. You can find it in the links below our header~-admin k

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THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS + SHOUTOUTS

It is really my big pleasure to announce that btscenarios has reached 1600 followers. That’s like. Wow. I still remember how me and admin d were constantly checking on the tumblr app and congratulating ourselves for having fifteen followers. This is really insane for us - we never thought we would get as much support as we have right now. All of you have been more than patient and we sincerely want to thank you for all the amazing messages you’ve been sending us! Of course, we could never reach this status without the lovely admins of our blog - so thank you, admin d, admin b and admin s for taking time from your lives and pouring yourselves into this little blog. In honor of all our amazing followers we are going to be holding a special event. We are going to be randomly picking one person for a special shout-out on our next story that is going to be based on said person’s request. To enter you need to be following our blog and you also need to send in an ask with your url, prompt and preferred admin to write your request. Again, thank you for all the support!

Until next time,

-Admin K