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Hair Cut // Jeonghan seventeen

Summary: rip jeonghan's hair. You will be missed.

Genre: ???ew??? Warnings:

Side-notes: I chickened out on posting because I suck but I wrote down a posting schedule in my planner and re organized my things and I won't back out this time I am pep talked and ready no I'm not I'm ded inside sorry for any mistakes

-admin Rina

Ps I know someone requested a short hair Jeonghan scenario, this isn't it, it'll be out this week sometime ^^  i love this gif so much kill me

"Jeonghan! I brought coffee and pastries from the shop!" Setting the bag of warm goodies on the counter you slipped your cardigan off, throwing it messily across the armrest of the couch. There was no answer to your arrival call but you could hear a suspicious shuffling in the back bedroom. He didn't answer... No sweet ‘welcome home’, no hug, not even the smell of dinner holding the evidence that maybe he was in the kitchen too busy slaving over a delicious meal to hear-- nothing.

Did someone break in????Expecting the worst you make a quiet grab for a heel from the coat closet, not exactly an ideal weapon but it could work, and quietly made your way to the sound of the noise. Bare feet tiptoed across the soft carpet down the hall, checking around all corners and rooms for an intruder. When the coast was clear and the only space left was the bedroom at the end of the hall, heat rose to your face. If I die today someone better take care of my cat. Squeezing your eyes shut you held your breath as the door was pushed open with a soft creak. When no one appeared you slowly peaked around the corner, armed and ready with the white heel. Met with a familiar face it still made you jump out of your skin, tossing the shoe far in the opposite direction and letting out a scream loud enough to scare the neighbors. "God! You scared me" placing a hand to your heart you sighed holding yourself to the door frame to calm your heart. From the looks of it-- it scared him just as much. "Soonyoung? What are you doing here? Is jeonghan home?"

It took the man a second to recollect himself, wiping a hand across his forehead, "Wow thanks for worrying about my well being-- I'm fine, thanks for not bashing my head in with a shoe" you rolled you eyes, shooting him a glare to which he continued, "He's uh..Be easy on the guy, a lovely thing was lost today." Soonyoung motioned carefully toward your bedroom bath, wiping a fake tear from his eye before smiling, "oh! I heard there's coffee, ya bring me any?" Blinking for a second you shook your head but offered him half your donut with a smile. Passing by you you peeked into the doorway making a last call out for the missing male. "Jeonghan? Hoshi’s acting….well I guess he's actually always like that” shaking your head you continued,”You here?" Slipping around the bed your fist connects with the bathroom door knocking lightly against the wood. There was a muffled response through the other side and the door cracked open slightly. "Yea?" Eyebrow quirked up you let out a small laugh. His forehead and mouth weren't even visible through the crack he made with the door.

"Hannie, you okay? Are you sick or something? I brought treats back from the shop...you didn't answer when I called for you... You never answered your phone either.." Tilting you head you recalled hoshi’s words, “Hosh said you lost something today…?”

"Don't be mad, okay? Don't freak out." Brows knitting together in confusion you nodded. Pulling the door back it took him a second to appear fully in sight. It didn't take long to notice, how could you miss it? The long silky locks that hung across his shoulders were gone, no longer the reddish brown either but now a beautiful dark chocolate color.  A bob that hung just to his chin, newly cut strands tucked behind his ear. You had loved his long hair; it fit him so well-- you'd only known him that way and you didn't imagine he'd ever cut it any day soon. You couldn't deny the sad feeling that tried to knock your heart. "Well?..." The blank look on your face must have worried him, his hand reaching up to nervously ruffle his hair as his eyes continuously scanned your expression. "You look handsome" a smile grew over his lips, satisfied and relieved with your response. "You aren't upset? I know you liked it long but..I figured it was time.." "No, I mean yea I liked it before but I like it now just the same." His smile grew wider at the comforting words. "You're cute, and besides," reaching up to your tiptoes you linked your arms over his shoulders combing your fingers through his hair, " I still have something to run my fingers through, and you're still my jeonghan~" your voice was overly cute and in response a gag to be heard from the kitchen making the both laugh. Jeonghan rolled his eyes, thanking you with a kiss to the cheek before he backed away to switch the bathroom light off. Pulling your phone from your pocket, fingers danced across the keyboard as you spoke your message aloud, "I lost something precious today friends...Rip jeonghan's hair, you will be missed." Peeking up from the screen you let out a laugh before speeding back off to the kitchen where your bag of sweets sat. "Aye! You said you wouldn't make a fuss! Get back here!"

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untitled // Jun seventeen

Summary: "You'll fall head over heads for someone eventually"

warnings: none

Genre: ????? Side notes: hi hello I meant to post this on Valentine's Day but ya girl noodle is lazy actually I was busy but ??? And didn't do it oopsie daisies

I havent edited this so sorry for any mistakes....

-Admin RIna

Collapsing onto the familiar sea of sheets your forearm falls over your face, tired from the day's events. Wiping your cheeks of the stray tear you throw your bag to the floor and string your rain coat onto the headboard messily. A breeze falling over your still wet hair from the spring rain causing a shiver to roll through your bones, you rose. Treading over to the wooden dresser you discarded the damp clothes that hung off your body and slipped on a comfy pair of old sweatpants and a sweater. Content with the new warmth your body collapsed back onto the mattress releasing a loud sigh when your head met the pillow. Finally, quiet. Maybe it wasn't exactly what you needed but it was soothing at least for the moment. Burying your face into the nook of your elbow the puffs of breath leaving your lips shallowed. It didn't take long for the thoughts to wonder; Reflecting on the string of events that led to the new wet patch on your sweater sleeve. Your brain straining to keep you awake and never failing to do so. You'd never felt so torn between your emotions in your entire life. You heart raced with excitement but here you sat, glassed over eyes, tear stained face. It was overwhelming and maybe even scared you? You weren't sure what the other emotion you felt was but it had a tight grip on your heart. It was frightening to know that someone held this much power over your emotions. Shaking you up and then throwing you back on your feet head spinning, senses and all reasoning off track. The simple smell of his cologne sending the butterflies in your tummy into a frenzy, it shouldn't happen that easily. The familiar conversation you had at the mall with your friends slowly consumed your mind,analyzing their playful words and teasings. Days before, you had went downtown to shop during holiday; your only time off school for the next coming months. A successful and quite fun shopping trip ending in the food court, gossiping and joking over paper trays of cheese fries and bubble tea. Aria sitting across from you gushed over her phone about her most recent love interest to the group, if you were a better listener you'd have the honor of knowing how great of a kisser he's was-- thankfully you weren't. Biting down on the straw of your drink your nose scrunched up in disgust "You guys are so gross" Five heads turned your way, playful smiles covering their lips at their youngest friend. "You'll fall head over heels in love with someone one day and you'll be all kittens and rainbows too, kiddo" one of them turned to the other, mimicking a over dramatic scene of two lovers while another pinched your cheek cooing a reminder about how innocent you were. Their teasings and antics all too familiar you shoved them away with a laugh shaking your head.

“You guys are so over the top” Aria rolled her eyes before continuing, “but when you do get googly eyes for someone--we won't wanna hear it" quiet laughter broke out among them as Aria continued her story, everyone's attention slowly turning back to their food. Tossing a fry at the older you laughed along, zoning back out into your own phone.

Love….. It repeated itself over and over in your head sending a wave through your body when it sank in. well ill be damn…. From the front room there was a soft click and the sound of the old squeaking dorm door. It sounded like someone was shuffling with clothing or shoes before a voice called out,"You're here?" There was a thud and then the presence of your best friend filled the space above you hovering with worry and relief covering their face. "We were looking all over for you! Aria searched the whole campus we almost called the police! Where were you all night?" "No where, mom" knowing the blonde wouldn't let up I sighed, "I went to Jun's place" "Oh my god" she gasped, "don't take this wrong but....did you sleep with him??" "No.. I didn't even stay the night.. I went back home.." "Then..."  Arms dropping from her chest she frowned, moving over to take the spot next to you in bed, "Hey, you're crying-- what happened?" The stern mother like tone left and a caring one replaced it. "I think I'm falling for him..."

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ante merediem | kim jiwon

genre: another shot at angst

After so many months, I am finally alive and kicking! Hope you enjoy this thing I’ve been working on for the last 2 months. - Admin Ali

Seeing the glimmer in your eyes as you talked about someone that wasn't him, he lost track of time. He could hear the crowd’s clamour all the way from the shore. The noise made him feel worse—more uneasy and tense than he had been on their debut stage. This is stupid, he thought, how could a girl make me feel this way? 

You weren't exactly a big fan of New Year parties. Or social gatherings, for that matter. Much to your luck, it was the time of the year when everyone was out; making noise, getting wasted. Aside from the obvious reasons such as the discomfort parties caused you, fireworks were something that you absolutely loathed. The booming sound made you stay indoors and crawl under the sheets, within the confines of your apartment's four walls. Truth be told, you were more than happy to start the year with family and close friends; a tight-knit celebration filled with laughter and sincerity. Although, it just wasn't so. 

You were thousands of miles away from your parents and siblings, having gone to study abroad. A year has passed since you've gone back to your motherland and it's safe to say that you miss your relatives. Things just weren't the same as it was back home. No midnight dinners and manic countdowns filled with trumpets to ward off bad luck, plus many more traditional beliefs that came along with this holiday. Meanwhile, as to your goddamned luck, here you were — in the corner of some stranger's house, dragged against your own will.

You ought to be happy because you wanted to leave all your frustrations behind and begin anew. You needed to. Instead, you were celebrating a year's end of homesickness and melancholy at some dumb house party. You frowned at the sight of oodles of people. There weren't children forced by their parents to jump around incessantly in hopes of growing taller, nor were there fireworks set off in the front yard. Away from the hustle and bustle of city life were a swarm of artists partying to their hearts’ extent. In this house were the industry’s biggest personalities. A handful you have been introduced to through your best friend (five of which have freshly debuted in the music scene back then), while the rest left you wondering if you were even worthy to breathe the same air, to walk on the same ground. It was a rigid dichotomy between your mundane, humdrum existence and theirs. You stood out like a sore thumb, a fish out of water in a mint sweater and joggers. It took a minute of mumbling a prayer, calling out to the gods in the December sky, to ward off unwelcome strangers and drunk bastards—at least just for tonight.  Sitting still and looking around for your bucktoothed best friend, you squirm in discomfort at the couple seated next to you. Completely unabashed by the attention they were receiving, the two go at it like bunnies in mating season, making you scoot off a few meters on the couch with a glum countenance—increasing the volume of your earphones to drown out the mainstream tunes blasting through the four walls of the house. “Geez,” your friend had somehow plopped his way through the crowd of sweaty bodies and snickered as he threw an arm over your shoulder, catching you off guard. “You're so antisocial!” “Standoffish, Bobby,” you say, removing your earbuds to face him with a loud groan, “I'm not antisocial.”  Making himself feel comfortable on the cramped couch, he scrunches his nose at the couple nearby, “I can see why.” You give a perfunctory nod and start to go through your phone, looking for something worthwhile to distract yourself with, amidst the noise and chaos. He nudges your arm, noticing your sudden hostility, and flashes you that innocent smile of his, “Wanna get out of here?” “Why so sudden? Weren't you the one who bugged me all night to get out of bed and attend this party?” You chided, and for a second, he was taken aback. Whether it was your tone or the alcohol in his system, you didn't know. He gives you a contorted raise of his left brow and you sigh. Earlier that night, you remember his words — wily and deceiving. With the promise of taking you out to see your favourite band supposedly tonight alongside his friend Hanbin, you fell into his trap. This (and times when Jiwon would unexpectedly come over on days-off) was what you got when their dorm was just a couple of doors down from yours. After a couple of attempts, you finally budge with a s­igh. “I really hate you sometimes.” He does the classic Jiwon gesture which involves some pretty cute eye-smiles and lets out a hearty laugh.

No matter how many times he pesters you to a party, or forces you to hang out with him on weekends when all of his bandmates have gone home to their families, you couldn't force yourself to despise him in the least bit. You were each other's home here in a country where you (literally) had no one else besides him. No relatives, friends—well, there were some but the amounts of friends you had could be counted in one hand.

He gets off the couch first and extends his hand for you to take it. When you finally do, he grabs you by the wrist across the crowd to the exit but is then stopped by some boy in an all-black getup whose face you couldn’t make out under the murky lighting. His voice was your key to finding out his identity and it surely didn’t fail you.

It was Song Mino, looking extremely exhausted compared to the last time you saw him days after his band’s debut—hale and hearty. You've heard enough stories through Jiwon (most of which were great and amusing) and you’ve come across him a couple of times but you’re pretty sure he has no clue who the heck you were, by the amount of faces he’s seen after debuting. You were mere acquaintances, giving you no right to converse with him casually. “Hey!” Mino says, chugging down a glass of what could be presumed as champagne in hand. “Why are you leaving so early?” “I promised to take her out tonight,” Jiwon shrugs. “Sorry, hyung!”

“Don’t worry,” you say to Mino, albeit hesitantly. “We’ll literally just be out—at the backyard.”

He laughs and sends the both of away. Jiwon drags you and heads to the nearest exit yet again.

After a couple of minutes trying to escape, you found yourself seated alongside him at the backyard. You wonder if the beach behind his constitutes as a mere ‘backyard’ because how. He removes his jacket to serve as a makeshift picnic blanket on the sand. The blaring music from the house accompanied the waves in the background whilst Jiwon lied on his back comfortably. It was refreshing to hear something other than your professors’ lectures and your roommate’s nagging.

You stared at the dark sky. In about 20 minutes was a beginning of a new year. Once the clock strikes 12, fireworks would yet again fill the skies—a contrast between the sky’s current state; lifeless and melancholic. You look over at the boy who laid on the sand with his arms behind his head, eyelids shut.

“Well,” you break the comfortable silence lingering between you two and glance at the house a couple of meters away. “That was some party…”

“Yeah, Seungri-hyung is the best!” he says with a laugh. It wasn’t a surprise since Seungri has garnered notoriety for throwing, if not wild—successful parties. “Too bad, the other members couldn’t come.”

Too bad, we couldn’t see the concert tonight, you thought. Over and over again, you contemplated on asking where Hanbin was, because 1), it was none of your business and second, suspicion might arise. But as you always do, you couldn’t stop but meddle into other people’s lives.

“Did Hanbin bail out on us?” you inquire with a faltered tone of dismay after a lull in the conversation.

As a matter of fact, unbeknown to Hanbin, Jiwon proposed the supposed gimmick. Your best friend was fully aware that all of his bandmates were going home for the holidays—as they do annually.

Jiwon hesitates for a moment until an excuse (which could be taken with a grain of salt) pops in his mind. Hanbin hadn’t actually intended on missing it. In the first place, he wasn’t informed. Jiwon knew that he’d have to resort to desperate measures to get you out of your house, or room, even. This time around, it just so happened that he bribed you into believing him. It was a white lie which partially worked to his benefit.

“Yeah, Hanbin’s sorry. He’s spending the new year with his family,” lies Jiwon.

You had a lot in common with the band’s leader, from poetry to being a perfectionist plus many more. In addition, you belonged to the same reserved temperament (with a mischievous personality, of course). And upon hearing his side, your pent-up frustration disintegrates. Despite that you were actually looking forward to spending some time with Hanbin, you forced yourself to understand his situation, and if it had been you in his shoes; you’d definitely grab the opportunity without hesitation and fly back home.

“Ah, that’s a pity.”

“Yeah,” your best friend mumbles succinctly.

“I wanted to hang out with him though,” your eyes bulge out of your sockets at your own words, heat immediately filling your cheeks. “—and you, of course.”

Suddenly, you had dithered confiding all this to your best friend. You know you’d have to be painstakingly careful in choosing your words. Especially when it was his other best friend—whom he has known much much longer—you’ve taken a liking to. Jiwon wasn’t dumb. If anything, he was quick to catch on subtleties.

Jiwon's smile falters a bit. His skin suddenly started to get cold as if a gust of wind had miraculously passed by at the sudden slip-up of his friend. His hands felt clammy clasped around each other. Keeping his eyes fixated on the grey sky above him, which he guessed as a harbinger of dismay or some sort, he refused to make any sort of eye contact. In the silence of the night, a loud pulsation could be heard. He was fairly certain that it wasn't the bass from the party nearby but instead, it stirred from inside him. It resonated all throughout him, fast and clear.  There were a few minutes left until the start of a new year. He had five minutes. Five minutes to make a change — a change that will stir the direction of the year to come. Five minutes to confide everything he felt about you and your foolish effect on him. How he felt when he saw you for the first time in the elevator with a box full of clothes and household necessities. How he offered you help but being the prideful you are, had turned him down with a defiant “Ah, no I'm good! Thank you though!” How he thought you were crazy, a minute later, thinking you'd be able to carry two bags and a box on each arm because you definitely needed help, seeing you sprawled out on the floor like that.  How he desperately wanted to spend every minute and every second of the day with you after he invited you to have coffee with him that one Friday night (you were coming out of the lift with your books, happy that you didn't have classes the next day and he felt the need to take you out because boy, your eyebags were getting deeper) (you slapped his right arm when he pointed that out as your monstrous book escaped your grip and onto his left foot). How that night turned to Every Friday Night. How that day turned to a couple of days, how those days turned to weeks and weeks into months, and months to a year.  Now, he couldn't imagine missing Every Friday Night— where he knocks on your door at approximately 12:35 AM, when he's all sweaty from dancing (which he awfully despised). How you'd always be there on the couch, seated in some awkward position, with your legs propped on the coffee table and the shabby Macbook on your lap. Determined to catch you off guard, he'd throw the bag of chips he got you on the way home from the training center. Despite countless times he's done that, you always seem to react slowly and end up with a bag of sour & cream chips on your face.  He desperately wanted to get it out of his system because it killed him that you probably didn't feel the same way. “Nice try,” Jiwon laughs dryly and hesitates as he says, “You like him, don't you?” You were taken aback by the nonchalance in his voice because his actions definitely said otherwise.

“No!” you say almost instantly, not missing a beat and you face him now, brows furrowed. For a split-second, it was as if the heavens opened up and things fell into place, but Jiwon could distinctly make out the denial that you desperately attempted to conceal. “I…don't think I can claim that I like him yet,” you start, picking at your sweater's loose threads, refusing to meet his cold gaze. “I mean, I barely know him but he makes me nervous, you know? My heart races whenever I talk to him—or even think about him!” Jiwon didn’t know how to respond—or function, even. He still was laying on the sand, frozen. He felt the heat rush to his cheeks faster than ever. Earlier tonight as he downed the liquor, feeling it burn against his throat, he was sure that he'd finally spill the beans on how he truly felt. But suddenly, the alcohol he had consumed no more than an hour ago, was gone. The liquid confidence, vanished. He tried to look for words to spew out in lieu of an excuse—alas, there were none. And you, the ever-so oblivious, continued gushing about your dilemma. How hardworking Hanbin is, how his sense of humor jived with yours, how incredibly nice he was every time you were around. He wanted to hate Hanbin, but he couldn't find any reason to. Except for a petty one, of course. The elusive competition between them had suddenly sprouted a new branch. Jiwon had everything to be thankful for, but he was certain that if he could have you, no ever trophy or award could replace the joy it would brought him. Seeing the glimmer in your eyes as you talked about someone that wasn't him, he lost track of time. He sat upright and checked his watch. Suddenly, there was a minute left on the clock. He could hear the crowd’s clamour all the way from the shore. The noise made him feel worse—more uneasy and tense than he had been on their debut stage. This is stupid, he thought, how could a girl make me feel this way? Snapping back to reality, he had five seconds to confide everything he had bottled up in the course of your friendship. Those three words he could never seem to say in spite of practicing over and over again. It was now or never.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One. "Happy new year."

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Distractions // Svnt S.coups

Summary: “ Excuse me I believe it was you who pulled me, a stranger, along with you for cover. Of course no one asked; I was basically kidnapped!” Genre: ?? Warnings: None Side notes: probably makes no sense I don't know where this was going I didn't intend on finishing it but considering where I left off I guess I will gdi this was originally written for Namjoon so if you see “namjoon” instead of “seungcheol” ...whoops....

-Admin Rina

He sipped his coffee taking in the scenery from the glass window. Sitting in the small coffee shop every morning had become a habit, even if he had to wake up at ungodly hours to avoid the boss' nagging. Somehow the atmosphere inside out looking the morning rush, despite the chances of being caught, had become a place of escape and calm for him. He arrived later than usual today, earning questionable looks from the barista who took the morning shift. He had a lot on his mind today and really just wanted his hot beverage and his quiet corner seat. He debated even coming at all but there he sat, beverage in hand, note book in front of him scribbling away.

"You seem rather off today." His eyes were removed from the pages of his notebook to meet the women's; a worker who had become somewhat of a friend to him in the short time, was standing beside his seat. She smiled shyly, rocking back on the heels of her feet for a second before pulling something from behind her back.

"Dah dahnn~" Setting one of the baby blue plates that was shown off in the lit display at the counter, a piece of delicious looking cheese cake placed neatly on top. "It's on me." She started, "you seemed like you could use something to bring your mood up. It's your favorite, right?" He looked back up at her again blinking once in response before his brain processed what she had said and smiled. "Thank you..." She nodded, locking her hands back behind her and skipping back to the counter to serve another customer. Finishing his plate he thanked her again slipping out the glass doors. The wind hit his face almost tossing his hat from his head his hands gripping at the fabric to keep it in place. The weather had picked up in the time he spent inside and he found himself tugging his scarp from his pocket, draping it around his neck. In the distant she noticed a woman jogging in his direction, hair whipping about behind her in the wind. He moved to the side as she came to pass but was shoved panic filling the eyes in front of him, little hands yanked on his scarf nearly chocking him in the process. In a split second he found himself on the cement sidewalk. He lifted himself off the rain soaked pavement helping the girl up with him by her forearm. "Are you okay?? Are you hurt??" Grasping at the woman's wrist to grab her attention she ignored his search for an injury, keeping her eyes glued behind him. "Hey! Answer me! What are you running like that for? You nearly killed me!" He exclaimed adjusting the scarf that was tight around his neck. Her stare only continued to linger off behind him, catching his attention he turned to find the point of her interest but soon found what she looked so fearful of. The girl shoved him back, his back side hitting the brick wall of the building, the force causing his hat to slip off and catch in the breeze. "Aye! My hat!" He yelled after it as it was taken down the sidewalk by the wind, "that was my favorite hat you bett--" cut off but the sudden closeness of another face he froze. The girl who had previously nearly suffocated him with his own scarf, knocked him off his feet, had just lost his hat was now two inches from his own face. what is this girl on?? behind them the men that sprinted up the street never losing pace passed right by yelling in an unrecognizable language while the short man leading looked around frantically. Once they were out of sight the girl backed off taking in the man's expression. He was about to scold her when she slipped her hand beneath the collar of his jacket pulling him along with her down the alley into a side door. Today just got kinda weird... ------ "Here's your hat back" the girl panted holding it out between her fingers. He stared at her dumbfounded before slowly taking it back. "Who are you?" Voice shaky hinting fully at his confusion "who were those men??" His voice was growing more demanding and his level of frustration was becoming clear to her. The girl reached for her hair dragging a hand through the blonde strands contemplating what exactly she should tell him. "Bad guys" it was a simple statement that was obviously true and clear to understand but it made the man scoff. "Bad guys?"  He scoffed, "Are you kidding me? What are you? Five?" He stood to his feet again scooping his hair back and replacing the cap on his head. "I'm 20 thank you very much" she snapped back, "no one asked you to tag along!" He turned crossing his arms across his chest. "Excuse me I believe it was you who pulled me, a stranger, along with you for cover. Of course no one asked; I was basically kidnapped!" The blonde slapped a hand to her forehead. "Idiot..." "Excuse me?" He challenged. "Can we stop arguing please?" Standing now she peaked out the window searching for the men from before her search ending when she realized the street was clear. "So are you wanted by the fbi or something?" He asked seriously picking at his jeans, "did you do something bad? Oh my god I'm in the room with a murder!" The blonde only laughed covering her mouth with one hand she shook her head. "No, nothing like that.." She smiled back at him glancing down at her watch, "I'm a good girl I promise~" she winked earning a blank look from the man leaning against the wall. “...tough crowd....Anyways! My names--....well for privacy purposes, just call me...Dani." she stated pulling her hand from the blinds. "I'm not looking to get acquainted" "Can't you just be a decent human being please" she groaned, "work with me here, coffee Boy" he squinted. "Seungcheol" he spoke, "my names Seungcheol..."   "Well Seungcheol.." She smiled placing her hands on her hips, "how good are you at playing bait?"

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Birthday Kiss // BTS Jungkook

Summary: you sure are being extra whiny for someone who's considered and adult Genre: trash Warnings: so short you'll forget you read it. Side notes: here's a JK birthday scenario I was suppose to post in September WHOOPSIES  As always, sorry for any mistakes. Also happy birthday to me I'm an adult now cries am I even allowed to stan Sanha anymore my bABY MUFFIN HES ONLY LIKE 15

-Admin Rina

"I'll give you your present when he comes to pick us up" she flipped another page in the magazine lazily. Next to her, Jungkook let out a string of sounds, flailing his legs against the mattress as he sunk himself deeper into the pillow. "Big baby" she retorted to his actions. It was Jungkook's birthday today and he had insisted and begged on spending it at her home this year instead of the cramped space he was used to. She wasn't one to oppose a day with him but he became a bit whiny at the upholding of his present. Jin was suppose to be on his way over to take them to a surprise party being thrown for the occasion; she was really starting to hope he'd hurry.

"Give me something to hold me over" his eyes were shut when she glanced across at him. Knowing he couldn't see the look on her face she rolled her eyes. "For someone who's now considered an "adult" you sure are acting like a child today" she flipped another page, "true adults have patients" A annoyed groan was let out beside her, pushing himself to rest against the headboard comfortably again. She heard him sigh heavily and his voice was replaced with silence. She was thankful for the moment of peace but soon it grew strangely uncomfortable. His stare was burning  at the side of her head and she wasn't sure if it was making her nervous or annoyed. As if he read her mind, his mouth opened to speak again. "I know what you could give me" she did even bother to look at him, she could already tell he was grinning just by his tone. "Right here" her eyes were lifted reluctantly from her book peering back at him with a squint in confusion. "Birthday kiss" he stated with a playful grin tapping his cheek once more. Rolling her eyes her nose was back into the book ignoring is request again. "I won't whine about it anymore, please~?" "Your whining now" "You haven't given it to me yet." "You'll stop complaining?" He nodded triumphantly knowing he'd be getting what he wanted (as always). Gathering herself she leaned over expecting lips to hit the soft surface of his cheek but jolted back when a horn sounded from the street. Jungkook sat still with a grimacing look while she ran to the window waving down to the car. "Jin's here!" She grinned reaching back to tap his leg, "looks like it'll have ta wait~" wobbling off the bed and rushing for shoes, she ran down the steps, Jungkook not far behind her whining rather loudly all the way to the car.

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I AM A SUCKER FOR SOULMATE SCENARIOS, heh I had fun reading this while waiting for the clock to hit twelve ^-^

SO AM I! I think they’re really cute ^u^

Im glad you like it! Thank you for taking the time to read it! <3

-Admin Rina

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Merry (late) Christmas! And Happy New Year you guys!

I hope everyone's had a good holiday break so far, I know seeing all the family or even being alone during this time can be tough but hang in there! I just wanted to drop by and wish everyone a happy Christmas or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa -- or even just a happy....time away from school/work ^u^; School starts again for me on monday OTL rip all school goers i feel yall but I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted.

IN OTHER NEWS I forgot to schedule a post during Christmas week so im going to post twice this week to make up for it~ I have a few more stories and things than i thought i had so looks like i might be able to post through January too!  ANYWAY-- ghost adventures is on and there's some Chinese food staring me down from my dresser so I gotta blast but Happy Holidays! 🎄⛄️ -Admin Rina who's nickname is apparently Noodle now. Nice.

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Soulmate // BTS V

Summary: There's someone out there waiting to love you, you just need to turn around. Genre:Garbage Warnings: this one belongs in the /jack voice/ trassshhhhhhhh. Side notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM MY CUBBY HOLE IN WISCONSIN! allow me to share my non-alcoholic champagne with you because i am a ba b y I hope you all are having a nice night! and I hope 2016 treats you well!

Sorry for any mistakes this piece of writing is /literally/ two years old and I dont feel like editing it im v yikes

This is so cliche... 20 minutes, 15 Seconds written in bright blue numbers illuminated from her wrist causing a anxious shiver to vibrate through her body. Hands sweaty, legs feeling as if they were reduced to jello and her eyes continued to betray her, shifting nervously looking for some kind of sign that this person was near. Snowflakes dusted her hair, hitting her eyelashes lightly as the wind blew by tossing her bangs out of her face. People were crowding around for the NYC ball drop, something she remembered saying she would have wanted to avoid this year but the all too familiar digits pushed her otherwise. Couples, children, a bunch of college kids with beer in their grasps all pushed together in front of the building, watching the giant clock ironically similar to the one that graced their wrists.

10 Minutes,  45 Seconds Heart racing she convince herself that she was calm. She tried to focus on everything except the time quickly slipping past her; the cold air on her ungloved fingers, the crunch of the snow under her feet, the children playing on the cement division in between the packed road. She went as far as thinking of what she wanted to make for dinner next Tuesday but it still somehow paved a path back into the mystery man that she'd soon meet. She tugged her jacket tighter around her figure burying her face into the striped scarf around her neck. I'm not scared.. I'm not nervous.. This is suppose to happen.. It'll be okay.. I'm calm! I'm totally calm! She peered down at her wrist again, expecting only a minute to have gone by only to be suprised. 59 seconds Her heart dropped to the pit of stomach. Her feet felt heavy but she still had a thought in the back of her head to run. What if we dont get alone? What if we don't like each other? But this was normal; she should be ecstatic! and she was.. until the day came and now she could barely breath. Everyone goes through this, she shouldn't be scared or worried; it's worked for ages, it wouldn't fail her. This is how the universe worked-- regardless of how much sense that made to her, in fact to her this actually seemed crazy. She'd read in books about people finding love by chance, not by assignment and in her head finding a lover on your own accord seemed like a better idea. Her own pace. No rush. But this... There was a down set date for this since the day she was born, it had been decided long before she had an ability to create memories. Then again, she could be over thinking, this isn't a novel or a fairy tale this is real life. She'd be fine..right? 10 seconds The time on the clock over them all decreased on the nearly the same rhythm as the small numbers on her skin.  The time could go back right? If one didn't notice the other, the time could go back. With her luck she'd be that person. Swallowing hard she moved further away from the crowd now a better view of the couples clinging and smiling at each other lovingly, suddenly feeling a sense of dread loomed over her and she wished for some mighty force to strike her down-- yet she stood motionless. Her head shook as if to dismiss the doubtful thoughts again, a small pep talk of sorts. 5 seconds The yelling and cheers began to drown out, almost as if she had been pushed under water. Her feet spinning her around scanning every face near her for any sign that someone was looking for her too. She tried to breathe calmly but it ended up caught in her throat her lungs failing her nearly completely. 3 seconds Foot steps and a warmth on her hand. This is it. 2 seconds. The hand laced together with hers tightening its grip as if to tell her to turn but she was too scared. She couldn't do it. It tugged and instantly her eyes squeezed shut. 0 seconds. Time felt still. It was calm. Facing each other finally their expressions were only blank for a split second, barely even noticeable but then melted away into goofy grins  and exchanges of nervous giggles. Shaggy brown hair falling just short of his eyebrows, brown puppy like orbs and a cute little freckle sitting barely noticeable on his nose. A childish boxy smile that turned his eyes into moons shined down at her. Cold lips pulled into a smile mirroring his expression, both of them let out a deep audible sigh; any signs of either having been nervous gone completely as the weight had felt like it dropped the second their eyes finally crossed paths. The time that ticked so quickly before had stopped and the numbers began to fade into nothing, both wrists now empty of the white boxy projection of digits that had been visible for years just as the clock strikes midnight and the ball dropped.

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Fake Boyfriend // Vernon

Summary: this whole fake boyfriend thing...it's gotten us in a bit of a sticky situation, huh? Genre: garbage Warnings: none Side notes: lets start with an old crappy one about our resident bunny shy boy Hansol and work our way up, shall we? I feel so rusty I haven't written shit in like 200 years send help\ Sorry for any mistakes!

-Admin Rina

••••••••••• ••••••••••• •••••••••••  ••••••••••• ••••••••••• "Hansol" he looked up surprised by her voice-- shed barely spoken to him all night despite their predicament. The whole spilled wine ordeal must have really put her off, that or she was really regretting this decision...her dress did look kinda expensive... He hadn't meant for it to happen, it was purely an accident-- had I really done that wrong? he didn't think it was a big deal but the voice at the back of his head had him sweating. I must have embarrassed her. She managed to avoid his conversations. All his compliments that night fell into the crowded air, ignored and the questions or his ‘cute’ lighthearted jokes hadn't come with any answers or laughter. Her parents just about found them out, the offset of her attitude tipped her dad off but it was a relief his friend is a good liar. That bastard, I owe him one. He wished they never had to lie, why were parents so pushy? "I'm sorry" he frowned, eyebrows knitting together, for what? "I didn't mean to drag you that far into all this" "It's okay" "This whole fake boyfriend thing....it's gotten us in a bit of a sticky situation, huh?" Her hand latched on to the back of her neck her weight shifting from one leg to another. "We'll figure something out." He gave a reassuring smile smoothing down his hair from the wind. "what are friends for, right?" that statement left a bitter taste in his mouth. Seeing her house light turn on from over her shoulder Hansol took that as his cue; saying a soft goodbye and moving to leave her property. "Hansol?" Her voice rang in his ears, he was starting to like her calling him by his real name-- she rarely did that. Stopping immediately, he arched his brow humming sweetly in response. "Thank you" the other stepped forward past the steps and placed her lips to the boys cheek. He hadn't moved a muscle and was a little shocked at her action. This was out of character for her. His body felt warm, his heart just about jumped to his throat, had it been this hot outside all night?? Quickly he regained composure accepting the gesture with a grin hoping his cheeks or ears weren't as red as hers currently were. Shoving his hands deep into his coat pocket he tracked backwards off her doorstep to the solid trail of cement. He turned and left down the drive way kicking a stone away from his dirty converse, a smile on his face and a stomach full of flutters.

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Mmm.. I sent in a request a long time ago for a Suga fic when you get scared of his chuckie outfit and run to hobi ;; I didn't see it in the finished scenarios or the waiting/ working on?

We apologize, yea sometime over the summer/fall we decided to start fresh so all requests prior were thrown out-- i this have the old list saved in case i needed some ideas so who knows, you might see this one later on or something~

but again I apologize~

-Admin Rina

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masterlist?(-:

Our master list can be found here ^u^

It should be up to date but if not i’ll be fixing that in the next couple days so check back if you’d like~

also--The link should work on mobile too but if not let me know !

-Admin Rina

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hey. this isn't really a request or anything. i just wanted to remind you guys that your followers are thankful for your hard work. so i just want to say thank you and you guys are amazing writers. hope you're all well :)

;u; thank you so much this is really sweet imA CRY

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I hope you come back soon i love your scenarios but do well on midterms!!

Thank you! that means a lot ;u; Midterms are over now (i can finally breath for a second thank gOD) but now exams are coming up....... I’ll make sure to work hard! :D

-Admin Rina

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!!!

Hello guys! It’s Admin Ali and I’m somewhat  finally on here. Like Admin Rina, School has been incredibly stressful. I’ve been working on so many things lately and haven’t got the time to write. I’m really sorry about that. On the bright side, my exams are over! I most likely flunked my Psychology exam but I’m a week away from Christmas break which means that I’ll have more time to write. 

!!! IMPORTANT !!! I’m taking requests now so yep. I can write for iKON too. I really want to try the “What would [insert boy group here] do if...” (e.g. What would Chanyeol do if he was your best friend? or Dating Jungkook would include...). 

Hope you’re all doing well! Good luck on your finals! 

- Admin Ali

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admin ali~!! ive been seeing your tweets lately^^ who's your bias in seventeen and why?

hi anon!! my bias is wonwoo but minghao, hansol, jisoo and woozi are my babies! i love them all because they’re best friend material who i will probably get along with. aahhhh it makes me so sad because im pretty sure i dont have a chance at even seeing them lol

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/dusts off the blog/

Rina is back again hello~

I haven't properly been on tumblr in like 2000 years how's everyone? I got my computer situation fixed so i can finally be productive-- yay for actually spending my moneys wisely. Bit of a quick update I've been on a unexpected hiatus due to school life in general. I intended to come back by Vixx’s comeback but....school is literally sucking the life out of me not even a joke I've been stress sick for two months straight like ya girl is strugglin. whoever said senior year was the easiest year was a LIAR so there will continue to be no requests filled from me till late February (or possibly longer) unless I get free time from my personal life. However! I'll be posting a hand full of old short scenarios I found scattered about in my notes in the following weeks to make up for it! I’ll be posting one a week for the rest of December and if I find more I will continue to post them until I return for good ^^ You can still leave requests but I have a feeling it's gonna be a slow couple months again, hopefully things will finally go as planned for me so I can actually function on this blog like I used to.  I did start this blog with full intentions of being active every week, I'll get there eventually. Wishes myself luck I hope to be back soon! And good luck to everyone else with midterms, state testing, and exams-- see you guys on the other end~

-Admin Rina who has missed so much in the kpop world I feel so LOST