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We know we haven’t been updating as much as we should have but Admin Kimchi is graduating this year and Admin Nella has finals and SAT’s. So please, be patient with us. We probably wont be updating for another few weeks until school is over. We’ll be opening requests again so we have something to work in the meantime and so we’ll have a lot to update for you once summer comes. Thanks for understanding guys!

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Bad hair day

Anon asked:  Hi, can I request a Gongchan scenario where u had long hair but u went to the hairdresser with the intention of getting it trimmed & a disaster happened & ur hair ended up short & boyish. U were upset thinking he won't find u as attractive anymore.

Word count: 554

Written by Admin Nella 

Gone.

Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

Your long hair was absolutely, positively, gone, missing. You had said a trim. A trim. This could in no way be considered a trim. This was practically a boy’s cut.  

Slowly, you pulled the hat off your head to examine the full extent of damage. It was almost worse up close. Gongchan was going to hate it.

He’d mentioned multiple times how much he loved your long hair, and how well it suited you.

Instinctively, you moved a hand to sweep your bangs behind your ear, but could only watch as your fingers met with nothing but air. You could just about cry. Of all times, this had to happen the day he returned from his trip.

Pulling yourself together with a slight whimper, you grabbed a hair brush and some hair gel in an attempt to get it to lie at least a little bit better. It didn’t help much, but you felt a bit more comforted. At least all the split ends were gone, you thought to yourself with a sigh.

Your doorbell rang, once, twice, then repeatedly until you could force yourself to get up and move towards it.

“Yes?” you called loudly from behind it.

“Oh, so you are home, I was beginning to wonder if you weren’t just ignoring me.” It was Gongchan. Of course it was.

A moment of silence.

“Are you going to open the door?”

“No.” He seemed a bit surprised at that.

“Uhm, you’re not?”

“Nope.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Come back in a month.” It was far too tempting to just let him inside, especially since you hadn’t seen him in two weeks now, but you clenched your fists and rested your back against the door.

“Well that’s definitely not happening,” he said with amusement in his voice. “It was bad enough to be gone two weeks.”

“Channie-”

“Look, I can tell you’re upset. But I don’t know why. Did I do something?”

“No!” you immediately protested. “It’s just-”

“It’s just...?” Gongchan urged.

“My hair,” you whispered as the guilt got to you.

“Your what? I can’t hear. Oh just let me in will you, I want to see your face.” A bit reluctantly, your fingers twisted the lock, stepping back as he threw the door open, focusing on you.

He was still as beautiful as ever, and it struck you abruptly that you had really missed him. His eyes were wide, mouth open a little as he leaned forward, taking a strand of hair between two fingers.

“Oh my god,” you braced yourself for the worst. “You look so cute!”

And then you could no longer breathe, clutching at his jacket as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I- you don’t hate it?” you found yourself asking in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me? Have you looked in the mirror? It’s adorable.” His hands were in your hair, running through the short ends with wonder. “It’s certainly a change though.”

“Well, I’m growing it back out so don’t get used to it” you muttered, hiding your blush in his chest. He chuckled in response.

“I like both, after all everything looks good on you.”

“Yah!” you tried to protest, but as his lips met yours you stopped being able to find anything to say.  

Maybe you’d keep it.

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when will you guys post again? ahh sorry hhahahha i'm so impatient LOL

Heya, admin Nella here. The gongchan scenario will be posted tomorrow, and the Leo horror scenario the day after. Thanks!

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Sick as a Dog

Anon Said: Hi :) can I request a fluffy scenario with infinite sunggyu where he discovers you're sick and takes care of you? :) thx!

Word count: 429

~Admin Kimchi [ I suck </3 ]

“Of course baby girl,” You smiled weakly at him before curling up in your blankets, closing your eyes and wondering how you ever got so lucky to have a guy like him.

Of all the days you could have been sick, the universe just wanted you to be miserable. You could have been out with him, but no, you had to be lying in your bed with a high fever. Your body ached and you felt like you were on fire. You just laid in bed, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you wished you were out with your boyfriend instead. The doorbell rang and you groaned, attempting to sit up and get out of bed to only fall onto the ground. You struggled to stand up, resorting to crawling on the ground as you slinked across the hallway and towards the door. It took you a good five minutes to stand up and be able to open the door. To your surprise it was your boyfriend.

“Y/N!” He said happily, not noticing your state as he handed you a bouquet of red roses.

“Sunggyu?” You wheezed out, your voice cracking as you began violently coughing. His expression quickly changed into one of worry as he finally gets a good look at you. Your hair was a complete mess, falling in your face and your hands were pressed against the wall to keep your balance. He immediately shut the door, placing the flowers on the counter as helps you back into bed.

“You’re sick?” He asks, knowing the answer as he reached down to feel your forehead. “You’re burning up!” You groaned in agony as your head started to spin from having standing up for too long. “I’ll go grab some cooling pads and some medicine. I’ll be back in ten” He nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

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Almost exactly ten minutes later Sunggyu had returned with several items for you. He left a cooling pad atop your forehead, taking your temperature. “101. You’re still burning. Let me cook you something and then you can take your medicine” He nods, getting up to go off to the kitchen. You quickly stopped him by grabbing his wrist, pulling him towards you. He turned around to look back at you, a small worrisome smile on his face.

“T-thank y-you” You mumbled out, your body still shaking and weak from the fever. He blinked a couple of times before a smile appeared on his face as he tucked away some stray hair from your face.

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please keep writing!! the list you put up has so many interesting prompts omo :OOO also you're really good at writing!!!!!!! when will you update?

Thank you so much for your kind words

I’ll update tonight as soon as I finish typing up the sunggyu scenario!Currently Admin Nella is in Hawaii and won’t be back until the end of the week ;____; So you’re stuck with me. You guys should send me gif requests haahAHa~Admin Kimchi  (*´・ｖ・)

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Kai/OC

Anon said: Could u do kai scenario based on the new teaser maybe? When someone chase him and try to kill him, he ended up getting hurt and teleport away to his girl? Thks!!

Word count: 1206

Warning: It’s a little angsty- my bad

It was the feeling of being watched that he recognized almost immediately. It was a warning in his head that played like a siren, the goosebumps crawling up his neck as his eyes discreetly looked to his left and then to his right. Nothing was in his sight which only further made him more suspicious as he walked through the crowded streets of london. Turning around a few times to see if there was anyone there, but the only thing that greeted him was nothing out of the ordinary. His paranoia was rising as he tried to shake it out of his head, his instincts were never wrong; something was clearly amiss. The sounds of a camera flashing and taking pictures only fueled his worry as he began walking fast up the steps, looking down at the city below. Nothing, nothing was there, only the sense of danger that lay in the back of his head.

Night fell and all Kai wanted to do was get out of the city. He sat outside a small cafe, sipping a lukewarm americano. His hands shaking and at this point he couldn’t tell if it was from the coffee or the camera sound that continued to play in his head. It seemed everywhere he went there was the creeping suspicion that someone...or something was following him. He ran his fingers through his hair, a layer of sheen sweat on his forehead trickled down. It was supposed to be a simple mission, get some information and get out- how did it lead to him losing his sanity? It was a small shadow that caught his attention that almost instantly made his throat knot with worry. He jumped out of his seat, startling the people around him as he did the only thing he could think of….run.

He ran for ten minutes, constantly looking back in fear that it would be right behind him. Sweat began to drip into his eyes, the burning sensation causing him to trip and tumble to the ground. A quick look behind him, made it seem that he was in the clear. He groaned at his now torn and bruised knee from falling down. It stung but it wasn’t bleeding too badly so he stood up and wiped the dust off of his clothes.

That’s when it happened.

Suddenly being thrown down onto the ground by a man completely covered head to toe in black, pushing him down and suffocating him. He struggled against the mysterious man whose hands were pressed harshly against his throat, constricting his breathing. He teleported once, not going far as he only appeared behind the man. The cloaked figure seemed unphased as if he already knew of his special ability. Something just beyond his hand sparkled and almost blinded Kai. The moment he recognized it he knew he was in trouble and needed to get out of the city pronto. The knife shined as the figure in question positioned it to strike, putting Kai in an immediate defense position. He had to be careful, one slip up and it could be the end. He needed to get out and fast.

The man took a swing at Kai, he ducked but only barely. The knife just grazing his cheek as he hissed at the new stinging sensation. He brought his hand to his cheek, feeling the warm liquid slightly ooze from the cut. He frowned. Who was this guy? How did he know who he was...that he’d be in the city? So many questions filled his head, distracting him only temporarily from the fight, but it was just enough time for the man in black to attack. Kai noticed the feeling of the sharp object piercing his abdomen, the knife seemed to slide just so easily into his flesh as he fell over. The pain was overwhelming as his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, the masked figure running away; seemingly though as his job was done. His vision flickered, threatening to blacken as the distinct smell of iron began to fill the air around him. He wondered if he teleported he would have enough time, or would the immense amount of power knock him out and potentially killing him. He had to see her...he needed to see her face in case it was too late for him. Nothing else mattered to him as her face filled his head. He had to do it, to hell with the consequences that were life-threatening. He would see her one last time, even if it killed him. He vanished into thin air, leaving behind a cloud of smoke.

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Yulhee sat at her apartment, typing away on her laptop some information on the organization Chen had given her. She tried to push away her worry about her boyfriend as she tried to work, yet something in the back of her mind was constantly poking at her brain. She knew the risk in dating one of them, but she couldn’t help it. All the subtle flirting they did and the way he smiled at her, it was going to happen sooner or later. She missed him terribly and he had only been gone for 24 hours, and the other boys kept her busy with other work. After all, she was their best hacker. Even Minseok had been nice enough to take her out to a cafe to distract her. Yet everything had gone to waste she thought as she continued to think of his stupid face.

A crash startled her as she immediately got up and was put in a defensive mode. Being part of a top secret organization put her at risk too and she had been taking kickboxing lessons from Kyungsoo. Still that didn’t put her at ease as her heart beat heavily against her chest as she slowly inched her way towards the living room where the sound came from.

“Who’s there?” She demanded, trying to show that she wasn’t afraid. A groan of pain entered her ears as could have sworn she had heard that voice before. Ignoring everything that Kyungsoo had taught her, she ran into the room quickly. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as she ran towards the hunched over body. “Kai?!” Kai groaned as he flopped his body over, his hand pressed harshly against his abdomen, blood now falling and staining the carpet.

“KAI? WHAT HAPPENED?” She screamed, now fearing for her boyfriend as she watched in horror. Tears stung at her eyes as she removed his hand to look at his wound, it was deep and the bleeding wouldn’t stop. “Kai…”

“Attacked…..couldn’t- Had…..see you” He tried talking, but his voice was dry and he was growing weaker by the minute.

“Shut up you idiot,” She whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips. “I’m going to grab some bandages. I’m also going to call Lay- just don’t do anything,” She begged, hoping he would hold on. She refused to lose him, it just wasn’t going to happen.

Before she could get up, he quickly grabbed her hand as she turned around to look at him, tears falling down her face.

“I love you,” He whispered before promptly passing out

~Admin Kimchi (*´・ｖ・) [ haHAHA DOn”T KILL ME FOR THE ENDING <3 ]

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Guys, come give me some gif scenarios! I’m bored and in the mood to do some

and so I can avoid writing- haHAHA

~ Admin Kimchi (*´・ｖ・)

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which fics are the admins working on atm?

That’s a great question!Kimchi is currently almost done with the KaixOC fic while Nella is working on the gongchan scenario and we’re both writing the VIXX and MAMAMOO fic. We’re been a little slow but we’re getting to them! Sorry for the delay!

~Admin Kimchi

—Admin Nella note: I’m also pretty much done with the Leo Horror scenario

~ Wow there she goes outdoing me again ;; 3 

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I don't get the ending of the Leo scenario :( could you please enlighten me !

Here let me break it down: At the end, you’re in a car with him, and a different car comes speeding at you. Only this time, you don’t get away and crash. The final paragraph involves recalling the feeling of heat and pain at the accident. You imply that something happened to taekwoon, then a voice interrupts. He’s asking you to make a decision: you decide to pull the plug, a term meaning to take someone off of life support if there’s no chance of recovery. Did that help? -Admin Nella

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Small Update!

Hey guys! We wanted to say a huge thank you to all you guys who followed and requested stuff! It means a lot! Because we’ve gotten a few, we’re closing requests so we can catch up. However, I’m still opening it up for GIF REQUESTS only! The list below is the current written scenario’s we’re working on. If you don’t see yours, tumblr must have ate it ಠ╭╮ಠ Feel free to send it in again when requests are open! 

Requests currently working on: 

-Kai/OC [ based on teaser ]

-Sunggyu/Reader [ sick days ]

-Gongchan/Reader [ new hair cut ]

-Dongwoo/Reader [ Marriage ]

-Chen/Reader [ Smut ]

-MAMAMOO/VIXX [ modern!AU ]

-Leo/Reader [ Horror ]

-CNU/Reader [ interrupted dates ]

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Leo/Reader; Angst

Anon asked: Can you write a leo/reader angst short story?

Word Count: 1696 [ because Nella likes to out do me :c - KIMCHI ]

Warning; Soul crushing angst. 

~ADMIN NELLA

Taekwoon and you had met by accident.

It had been late, the sun long gone behind the horizon. Overtime work had never been your favorite thing, but you made an exception that day to earn a little extra.

A flash of headlights caught your attention as they came blaring in from the left, the smell of burnt tire strong in the night air. The car wasn’t stopping.

You couldn’t do much more but stand there as it came increasingly closer, breath caught in your throat and eyes closing in preparation for impact.

Tires screeched, a blast of wind hitting you, but the impact never came. Hesitantly, you opened your eyes just a crack, then even wider. The car hadn’t hit you, instead, the driver had hit the brakes and swerved into a wide arc around you.

The driver’s door opened and a tall, dark figure got out, reaching you in several long strides.

“Are you alright?” You jolt, the voice a lot quieter than expected and look up, linking eyes with a canted, serious gaze. Numbly, you nod, not yet able to speak. He scuffs at the ground with his shoe. “I’m sorry, usually there’s no one here so I like to practice-” he cut himself off as if he had said too much. You took another look at the car, vaguely recognizing it as some sort of racing model, then nod again, taking deep breaths to slow the hammering in your chest. “Should I take you home, or maybe to a hospital?”

“Not with that driving,” you finally managed to reply, taking several steps away from the imposing stranger. He chuckled, a little darkly and without a smile. It didn’t sound lifelike.

“Taekwoon,” he said by means of introduction, holding out his hand. You skittered around him. Something was just the slightest bit off about him, and you didn’t know if you felt entirely comfortable around him.

“Sorry, I have to get going” you say, giving him a quick bow and walking as fast as was socially acceptable in the direction of home.

The eyes boring into your back left an uncomfortable tingle that lingered far after Taekwoon was out of sight.

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It didn’t end there. Dragged by your friends clubbing one night, you exit for a breath of fresh air. Parked behind the club was a cluster of cars, one of which was stunningly familiar.

“Don’t be like that, Taekwoon,” one of them mock yelled, smacking the other’s shoulder. Taekwoon only glared, but the other was undeterred. “Go in with us!”

“I’m not interested.” His friend could only snort at that and hook his arm through Taekwoon’s elbow.

You turned away as Taekwoon failed to detach the leech on his arm to head back inside, but are stopped by a soft touch at your elbow.

“Oh,” said Taekwoon softly when your gazes crossed again. “Hello.”

“Hello,” you choked out, grabbing at the handle behind you blindly.

“Are you going back inside?” His friend asked, staring at you pointedly.

“Yes- I mean no- I mean,”

“Go inside Jaehwan,” Taekwoon muttered, launching him forwards and around you. The other pouted a little, but complied, the rest of the group filing in after him. And then he stared, studying your face in concentration, a furrow in his brow. You raised a brow, and he shook his head.

“Not one for clubbing, are you?” You ask, thrown off because he’s dressed in a suit and tie, and not at all similar to the faded jeans and leather jacket from last time. A look far too stuffy for a club atmosphere.

“I’ve never gone inside.”

“Really?” He nods. “You’ve never craved the adrenaline, or how intimate they are, or the ambiguity of the people?”

“I’m not interested.” The response is detached, almost absentminded, just like his answer to Jaehwan’s pleading earlier. It’s silent, and you shiver a bit, the night air nipping at your skin with the shifting of the wind. Taekwoon leans against the wall next to you.

You take your time observing him this time. He’s tall, you had noted that much, but he’s in good shape and oddly graceful, almost catlike when he moves. Black hair hangs low over one eye, but the other was drinking you in just as much as you were him. You land on his eyes, and finally pin them as the point that made you uncomfortable. They were glassy, almost without emotion. An empty husk.

The door swings open and your musings are interrupted as the rest of Taekwoon’s gang comes out.

“Let’s go Taekwoon hyung. They closed the bar already.”  He nods and lets them go ahead. You turn to head back in when something was draped over your shoulder.

He’s already walking away when you realize it’s his suit jacket.

Somehow, you didn’t really mind.

                                                          ***

The coffee shop was busy that day, the day in which you and Taekwoon met for the third time. You took a sip of tea, highlighting a sentence in the document you were working on when he slid into the seat opposite from you, a large cup cradled in between his fingers.

“Taekwoon,” you said by way of recognition. He nodded, his expression unchanging, setting the cup down and running his fingers over the rim.

“I’m here because I’m waiting on car repairs.” It sounded like a defense, a justification of his presence, and you nodded in return, watching stiffness melt away with validation.

A folded newspaper makes its way out of his pocket and he flipped it open, fiddling with crinkled corners once he settled into a comfortable position. He seemed more at ease today, the unease almost entirely gone.

“Did something good happen?” His eyes widened a bit.

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“I’m racing this weekend.” Racing. You had known that, but not that he did it professionally.

“That would explain the reflexes, I suppose,” you commented, taking another sip of tea.

“Reflexes?”

“That first night... you managed to turn pretty damn fast.”

“Oh.” It took a few moments of silence to spur your curiosity.

“Why do you do it?”

“Do what?” he asked, blinking.

“Race.”

“It’s the adrenaline,” He spoke quietly, as if embarrassed.

“The adrenaline?” You prompted.

“Yeah. It makes me feel... alive. All of life, the possibility to lose that with an incorrect flick of the wrist.” Something appears in his eyes then, a sparkle, but not a good one. It’s not a sparkle of life. It’s the glint of sadness.

You hummed in disbelief.

“Why are you wearing a suit then?” A flicker of the eyes told you that you had caught on to something, but he says no more. You leave him be, and when you leave the coffee shop together, the brush of fingers against your neck is not unwelcomed.

                                                          ***

You don’t hear it from Taekwoon himself.

“You’ve been hanging around Taekwoon quite often recently, haven’t you?”

It’s one of the group members. You don’t remember his name.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll tell you, for your own good, leave now.”

“Sorry, I don’t take orders from people I don’t know.”

“He’s broken honey, and you’re not going to be able to fix him.”

“I’m not trying to. I’ll be there for him if he needs me, and mend him where I can. Some things cannot be fixed.” He laughs bitterly.

“Sorry to break this to you, but he’s only gotten worse. No one in the right minds drives at those speeds and makes those turns. He’s winning, but how long is it going to last?”

The sound of a slap echoes in the parking lot, your hand stinging.

“Goodbye.”

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That night Taekwoon meets you with a more sad smile than most.

“What’s wrong?” You ask immediately, concerned. He opens his jacket, a kitten cradled within.

“I found him under the car. I couldn’t leave him-” his voice cracks, and he clears his throat. “I couldn’t leave him there to die,” he chokes out, voice heavy with tears. “Take care of him. You have to, for me.”

You don’t ask and lean in to circle his body with your arms.

It’s probably not about the kitten.

You name it Leo.

                                                            ***

Taekwoon is a rising star in the racing field. Everyone marvels at his breakneck pace and dangerous turns.

You only go to one race in his entire career, and never went again, leaving the track with tear streaks down your face, and trying to muffle sobbing into a sleeve.

Never before had you ever been scared for a human being so much as this.

He was all smiles afterwards, but you can’t match him because there’s something he’s neglecting, something he was not telling you.

                                                            ***

“Why don’t you ever go to my races?” He asks. You’re stretched out in his car, your back pressed against his chest as his fingers played with yours.

“It makes me nervous,” you answer, brushing it off. He shifts a little beneath you and something cold touched your neck. “Are you crying?”

“Let’s just stay like this, for a little while.”

You couldn't say no.

                                                            ***

Taekwoon maneuvers smoothly through traffic, rapidly changing gears to weave through the cramped lanes.

You’d gotten used to this somehow. He didn’t speak much, not anymore, but he always seemed calmed when driving now. He had the hood down, wind whipping through his hair, and he pushed it back before putting his hand on top of yours.

His finger rubbed your hand gently and he gave you a soft glance as you exited the heavy traffic, exiting into the city.

A flash of headlights caught your attention as they came blaring in from the left, the smell of burnt tire strong in the night air. The car wasn’t stopping.

                                                           ***

You couldn’t remember anything, anything but the burning spreading until it was all you could think about, heat pressed against the side of your face. A sort of cold and warmth at the same time, a numbing sensation that spread from your face up.

You regretted it.

You hadn’t been strong enough.

Taekwoon was-

A voice spoke.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we need you to make a decision.”

You took a deep breath.

And then, you pulled the plug.

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Hello^^ How would Myungsoo, Dongwoo, and Hoya react if their girlfriend was the following morning after sex the previous night? Lol thank you so much^^

A/N: I made it a gif scenario if that’s okay- I’m no good at short answers! u v u [ I hope this was okay ;; ]

Dongwoo: Ah- did I do that? Sorry Jagi~ [ totally isn’t sorry look at this piece of- ] 

Hoya: Hm? What’s wrong? Why are you walking funny? [ totally doesn’t understand ]

Myungsoo: Ah, you alright there? If you are...what do you think about round two? [ no i’m not okay. Do I LoOK OkAY? ]

~Admin Kimchi (*´・ｖ・)

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Anon said: Well hello there :) I'd like to request a scenario with myungsoo (infinite) when you guys are just plain lazy. Oh and what kind of genres do you do? Fluff, angst, etc.

WORDS: 457

A/N: Sorry it's a little short...but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! : ) -----------------------------------------------------------------

20 minutes. You had only taken 20 minutes to take a shower, get dressed and put on some light makeup. In that span of 20 minutes your boyfriend had managed to fall into a deep sleep on the couch. You stood there baffled, your hands on your hips as you sighed...yet you couldn't help but smile. He looked so peaceful on the couch, his arm dangling off the side and his mouth wide open, small snores escaping his lips. You couldn't blame him, he was always off doing schedules with infinite and you were starting to see the dark circles develop under his eyes. You so badly wanted to just ignore it and let him sleep, but if he slept his sleep schedule would only get worse.

"Myungsoo?" You whispered, leaning down against the couch as your called his name, lovingly pushing some hair out of his face. Myungsoo stiired a little but didn't awaken. You nudged him softly, your voice louder as you tried once more. "Myungsoo!" His eyes finally fluttered open as his vision adjusted to the bright light and the things around him. He let out a throaty groan as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Good morning sleeping beauty," You laughed, watching the boy stretch.

"If I'm sleeping beauty, where's my kiss?" He laughed, that damn smirk on his face as you rolled your eyes. You gave into him, leaning in to place a small kiss on his lips.

"There you go princess,"

He chuckled at your slightly annoyed reaction as he quickly wrapped his arms around you, dragging you down onto the couch. A small squeek came from your mouth as you were dragged down, attempts to get up proved useless; his arms were strongly holding you in place.

"Yah! Myungsoo!" You complained, struggling in his embrace. He simply hummed, holding you close to him as his arms snaked around your waist. "We were supposed to go out," You huffed, looking down at your now wasted outfit as you gave up, leaning down on him.

"Sorry- I'm just feeling lazy," He says, grinning sheepishly as he gives you a small kiss on the cheek. "We can just cuddle instead, I'll make it up to you,"

You sit there brooding for a good three minutes, causing him to worry slightly that maybe you were actually mad. Soon enough a smile slipped onto your face as you tackled him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him. "It doesn't matter what we do....as long as I'm with you," You almost snorted from your cheesy words but you meant every single one of them as you lay on your boyfriend.

"Wow, I never knew you were so cheesy-"

"Oh shut up-"

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Well hello there :) I'd like to request a scenario with myungsoo (infinite) when you guys are just plain lazy. Oh and what kind of genres do you do? Fluff, angst, etc.

Sure no problem! Also yes, we do all sorts of genre's such as fluff and angst! You can check it out in our FAQ-Admin Kimchi

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                                                 Celestial-Scenario’s is now OPEN!

                                      Do you have fantasies that you wish would come true? Come on and stop by and request ones written out for you, by us! Need some fluffiness to drown in or maybe some soul crushing angst? Then you’ve come to the right place! Everything from written scenarios to full blown short stories of your most wanted fantasies are here. So why don’t you stop by and let us indulge in your dreams for a little.