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Hiii~~ Can I have a Jackson (GOT7) scenario where you're both on Roommate and you and the cast plays truth or dare and something fluffy happens between you and Jackson due to a dare. Thankyou!
Definitely! I will try to have it written for you in the next day or so~! ^^~
[Idol Version] When Your Group Makes a Comeback: Part I
A/N: Hi lovelies~! For those of you who are new to my writing, “idol version” refers to a scenario in which you are a member of the kpop group Elemint. You are still in a relationship with your bias, but he doesn’t show up in every scenario of this kind. I should have Part II up tomorrow!!
It had been a long time since you’d last been on the stage, and everything needed to be perfect. Between filming, photo shoots, practices and sitting still for your stylist, you had barely a second to think about anything else. This morning, you and your group members were slow getting out of bed after a long night of practicing.
“Come on ladies! It’s time to go! We have filming in an hour,” your manager Dongshin nagged, pounding his fist on the bedroom door.
“Noooo...” Dae, the maknae of your group, grumbled from the bunk bed above yours. “Don’t want to.” It was a surprise your manager’s knocks even woke her. It usually took yelling and shaking to wake her up.
You rolled reluctantly out of your bed, stuffing your feet in house slippers and shuffling toward the bathroom. Elemint’s leader Jiyeon was brushing her teeth, already dressed for the walk outside. You yawned, rubbing your eyes.
“Wake up, sleepy-head,” she said through a mouth full of toothpaste. “It’s the final day of filming. Tonight you can take a nap, I promise!” She spit in the sink, giving you another friendly smile before walking back towards the bedroom.
In the mirror, your reflection stared back with tired eyes. Dark circles hung beneath them. Thankfully, your stylist was adept at covering them up, and would be able to make your hair and makeup as perfect as necessary for the last day of creating your music video. You pulled your hair into a ponytail for the trip to the filming site, and brushed your teeth hastily. As you finished in the bathroom, a blanketed mass shuffled in behind you.
“Dae?” you asked. The blanket shifted, a small, sleepy face poking out from beneath the covers.
“I hate mornings,” she grumbled. You laughed, leaving your maknae to brush her teeth in grumpy peace.
In the kitchen, Jiyeon and your other group members Tina, and Miyoung were already eating breakfast. You sat down to join them, pouring yourself a cup of coffee at the tiny table you shared.
“Ready for another day?” Tina asked, lifting her mug of tea to take a drink.
“I guess so,” you agreed. “I’m glad we’re almost done.” You enjoyed filming, but you were most excited for the video release. Getting to experience the excitement of your fans, your Peppermints, was the best part of the entire idol lifestyle. Pleasing them with a good release was one of the greatest feelings in the world.
Dongshin walked into the kitchen, dragging a reluctant but otherwise ready Dae into the room.
“Ready?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. You couldn’t blame him for his attitude in the morning. Trying to convince the five of you to get out of bed was more work than he was paid to do. You and your group members followed him out of the apartment and to the elevator.
From the lobby, you could see the bright sun of the day outside. Filming would go perfectly in this weather. As you followed your leader out to the car, you pulled a cloth mask over your mouth and a hood over your head. For Miyoung, this step was especially important, because her transformation to blonde hair was still unknown to fans.
A couple of Peppermints were waiting outside the apartment complex, and waved and cheered when the five of you walked outside. You all gave them a friendly wave as you were ushered into the car. There wasn’t much time to interact with them today, but you could tell they really appreciated the gesture.
As you buckled yourselves into your seats, you turned to give an excited grin to Miyoung sitting next to you. You were tired, overworked, and ready for a nap, but that couldn’t stifle your love for what you do. You were ready to perform.
I decided to start fresh, and archive the requests from two years ago. If you have a request for something I haven’t written before or you want me to write a new version of one of the hundreds I did a long time ago, I would be fine with either~! ^^~ Just send me an ask!
I write regular optional bias scenarios, specific bias scenarios, and scenarios in which you are a member of the fictitious girl group Elemint.
When You’re in a Car Accident and He Worries for You
A/N: My writing still isn’t quite where I want it to be, but I figure it will take a few more days before I’m really back in the swing of things. Thanks for your patience everyone~!!! ^^
“Will that be all, miss?” You nodded patiently to the cashier, handing over your debit card. You were at a store near your apartment, picking up containers of chicken for your boyfriend and his group members to eat for lunch. They were busy filming a new music video in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, and based on the influx of text messages you’d been receiving from the boys, they were starving!
Balancing the boxes precariously on one knee, you pressed the unlock button on your keys and opened the car door. It was a challenge to organize the boxes in a way that was structurally sound. Needless to say, your passenger seat wasn’t made with the intention of holding that many little boxes.
YOU >I’ll be there soon!
You texted him before putting your phone back into your purse and started the fifteen minute drive to the filming location.
You’d barely made it halfway there when out of the peripherals of your vision you could see a large car come flying towards you, running the red light. You slammed your foot on the brakes, but couldn’t avoid impact as the other car crashed into the right side of your car. It spun violently, careening into a lamppost to the left of the intersection.
A second of total silence passed before you could process what had happened.
Your face and arms stung from the airbag, your back and neck already aching from whiplash. Beads of tempered windshield glittered on your lap and the street outside. Through the tears beginning to for in your eyes, you assessed the scene. You would probably be okay, but your car certainly would not. And the chicken? Oh god, you thought. Drum sticks and chicken wings lay all over the inside of your car, your lap, and all over the street.
Hurriedly, you tried to unbuckle your seat belt and open the door, but it was stuck firmly shut. The left side of your car was smashed up against the streetlamp, cradling you unharmed but trapped beneath the layer of steel. Meanwhile, the other driver stumbled out into the street, obviously shaken up as well.
It wasn’t long before the emergency services arrived to help. They were able to pull your car away from the lamp and help you out of the wreck. Between answering questions for the police, being assessed by a medic, and filling out paperwork for insurance, you had just a moment to let your boyfriend know.
YOU> hey I’m okay but I was in a car accident
You didn’t have a chance to wait for his reply before you were whisked away again to be checked by another medic. Eventually, however, you were cleared to go home, as all of your injuries were minor. They’d offered you a ride in the ambulance for a more thorough examination, but you’d decided you’d rather go to your regular doctor in the morning. After all, you’d already have to worry about paying for a new car. You didn’t need an ambulance fee on top of that.
You hailed a cab, making your way to the warehouse in which the boys were filming. Your boyfriend and his group members were filming a take, but quickly stopped when your boyfriend noticed you walking in.
“Holy shit, are you okay? Why didn’t you reply to my messages?!”
“I’m sorry, I totally forgot. I guess my brain is still a little fuzzy from the whole thing,” you apologized. “I promise I’m alright, though.” You turned to address his group members “I’m really sorry about the chicken, guys. It’s all over the street now. They laughed, a few of them reaching to give you a friendly pat on the head.
“It’s okay,” one assured you. “We’re just glad you’re alright.” While the boys enjoyed the rest of their short break, you and your boyfriend spent some time talking in a side room.
“I was really worried about you,” he said, his hand running through your messy hair. “I just want you to be safe.” You leaned into his chest, closing your eyes.
“I know. The car looks bad but it really wasn’t that big of a deal. Neither of us was going very fast.” He frowned, one hand on your back and the other in your hair.
“Just remember, I need you in one piece,” he said, half-jokingly. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.” You lifted your head to face him, giving him a quick kiss.
“Don’t worry,” you said with a smile. “I’m not going anywhere.”
You wiped down the last of the tables, crumbs and coffee stains vanishing under the soapy washcloth. The little sandwich shop had been especially busy today, and you had found yourself hard at work right up to the last minute of your shift.
“You’ve done so much today,” your boss said with a friendly smile. Her eyes smiled too, her motherly friendliness radiating as it usually did. “You can go on home. You’ve worked hard; I can finish the rest.” You thanked her, putting away the cleaning supplies and hanging up your apron.
“Have a good night!” You said, giving a slight bow as you exited the store. It was chilly outside, and you wrestled your arms back into the oversize cardigan you had worn on your walk to work. It belonged to your boyfriend, his familiar and comforting smell still tangled in its threads. The sun was beginning to set beneath rooftops and cool spring air. You pulled your phone from your purse to begin the short walk home.
HIM>Hey baby~
He had texted you while you were working, one of the only ways you were able to communicate with each other when his group was busy.
YOU>You still there?
You replied while wandering down the sidewalk, your eyes switching between the phone and the path ahead. You’d had too many instances of tripping and running into things to be able to text quickly while walking.
HIM>Yeah. Taking a break. Was work okay?
HIM>I miss you
HIM>I miss you lotssss
You laughed quietly as his messages popped up one by one. After the two of you had gone without seeing each other for a while, his texts always began to take on a whiny tone.
YOU>work was busy but good. I miss you toooo
YOU>when do you have a night off next?
His company’s building was just a few blocks away from where you were, but you knew better than to show up unexpectedly. Between nosy fans and his busy nights, there simply wasn’t a realistic way to see him without planning.
HIM>not sure
HIM>hopefully soon.
YOU> yeah. Maybe next Tuesday?
HIM> maybe! I have to get back to practice.
HIM> I love you!
You neared the front of your apartment building.
YOU> Have fun!
You entered the passcode to your building and made your way toward the elevator. Suddenly, you heard quick footsteps running behind you.
“What happened to ‘I love you, too!?’” Your boyfriend was behind you, breathing heavily from his run.
“What? What are you doing here? How long were you following me?” You laughed loudly, hugging him tightly when he opened his arms for you.
“Pretty much since you got off of work. I thought it would be funny. They gave us tonight off!” As you entered the elevator together, he leaned over, giving you a kiss on your forehead and your lips.
“I love you, too,” you assured him, reaching for the button to your floor. “I’m glad you’re here.” He smiled, holding you tightly around the shoulder as you rode to the floor together.
Just a little update on me, since I have been gone from here for two years!
Hi guys, it’s Mae~! ^^ I’m back, at least for now <3
Since I was last here, a lot has changed. I’m 21, living in an apartment with my roommate and moving into my own studio soon! I’m graduating from college next month with a BS in psychology, and am going to be starting nursing school in 2017. Right now I am a nursing assistant at a nursing home, working with dementia patients.
I’ve pierced my nose, cut my hair to my shoulders, and have officially been with my boyfriend J for a year and a half. Life’s different, but K-Pop has never stopped being a part of it! <3
A/N: I haven’t written a scenario in two years, so please understand my writing isn’t quite as it should be! I’m not sure how to even use Tumblr anymore; its changed so much!
You cross the street, the puddles from the morning rain splashing lightly at your boots. Already you can see him through the café window, sitting at your favorite table and reading from a book. Hood over his head and unneeded glasses on his nose, he almost blended in with everyone else. It was becoming increasingly difficult for the two of you to meet since he debuted, the number of places you were free from his fans reduced to an all-time minimum. A bell jingled faintly as you pushed open the door. Smiling with familiarity, the cashier gave you a gentle wave and returned to her customer.
“Hey,” he said, looking up to flash you his winning grin. “I thought you’d never show.” You sighed, sitting down across from him and slinging your bag over the back of the chair.
“I missed the bus, I’m sorry!” You pulled out your own homework, but knew that neither of you would be getting much studying done. He laughed gently.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it!” He began to update you on his week, funny stories from practices, a new song he was working on, the usual, until your phone interrupted him loudly. You frowned, reading the message.
Screw you, bitch. Your ex. You looked up to see him standing outside the window, staring in at you. He shook his head and hurried off. Another text appeared on the screen.
We’ve been broken up a week and you’re already messing around with someone else? You tried to hide the hurt expression forming on your face. He had been the one messing around. He had been the one to disrespect you. After what seemed like ages of being taken advantage of, you had finally found the strength to break it off.
“What is it?” he asked you from across the table. “What’s wrong? Is it him again?” His brow furrowed with anger, his voice taking a deeper turn. You nodded, trying to appear unfazed.
“It’s okay. He’s just upset. It’ll be okay,” you said, your voice trailing off. You tried not to let it get to you, but regardless of how your relationship had ended, it always hurt to know that someone thought of you with hatred. He’d never treated you as well as you deserved, but you couldn’t help but feel upset with the messages.
“I hate that guy,” he said softly. “I hate him. You deserve better.” You sighed in reply. You knew that. But the man you really wanted, the one across the table, was far too busy for you. The two of you had tried to express your feelings once before, and it had ended in a night of frustration and tears as you argued about whether or not you would be able to handle a boyfriend with a schedule like his.
He reached forward, his soft hand wrapping around the top of yours.
“What if… we tried again?” he asked, his eyes turning up in a hopeful stare. “I really, really care about you. I just worry that I won’t be able to give you what you deserve either.”
“I…I think I would like that,” you replied, trying to hide your excitement. Maybe it was okay to move on quickly. Thinking back on your last relationship, you almost felt as though you had moved on months before it even ended. “I really like you.” He smiled brightly.
I don't know ;_; I'm really busy with school and dealing with the death of a family member, but I promise I'm not gone forever! Right now I have no time for fun things like writing but I promise I'll come back u_u
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When It's Love At First Sight But He's Shy [Baekhyun (EXO) Option]
If you would like to read this as an optional bias scenario, click here~
A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in forever! I've been really busy ;_; This is for this request~
Sighing unhappily, you dragged a heavy bag of recycling out to the front of your apartment complex. It was cold outside, your breath floating in curled white wisps. You cursed yourself silently for not taking it out earlier, when the bag was easier to carry.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” you apologized when you felt your body run into someone else. The person reached out, steadying you on your feet. Yours eyes met a dark brown pair lit by his smile. His hands remained on your shoulder for a moment, his eyes still sealed on yours. You took a step back, bowing to him gratefully. “Sorry about that! I wasn’t paying attention.” Dropping his arms, he grinned.
“That’s alright. Let me help!” He took the bag from you with ease, lifting it into the recycling bin at the sidewalk’s edge. "My name's Baekhyun, by the way."
“Thank you!” you said appreciatively after introducing yourself, waving him goodbye as you walked back into your apartment complex. He watched you retreat into the building, the wind rustling his coat behind him.
On Tuesday you hurried to work, running late with a haphazardly prepared breakfast in your hand. You enjoyed your job at the corner coffee shop. The drinks and sandwiches were easy to prepare, the customers polite and your coworkers friendly.
“Sorry I’m late!” you apologized to your boss, tying an apron around your waist while you hoisted yourself behind the counter. Thankfully your boss was forgiving, and greeted you with a gentle nod. A group of boys wandered in, laughing loudly among themselves. “What can I get for you?” you asked the first.
“Oh, hi!” It was the boy who’d helped you with your recycling a few days before. He stuttered his drink order nervously.
“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” you asked, looking up from the cup you were writing on. He was leaning forward against the counter slightly, his cheeks tinted with pink embarrassment. You looked up again when he repeated his order, but his eyes had already cast themselves back down at the shiny linoleum floor. He paid without looking up and returned to a table with his friends.
The awkward encounter was quickly forgotten as you proceeded through your shift, attention distracted by the myriad of responsibilities you had to take care of in the short five hours. Hanging your dark green apron on its hook in the back room, you gathered your things and started back towards your home.
You were surprised to see the boy waiting in line the next day, his eyes scanning the room as though looking for a familiar face. Once again you took his order and he stuttered a response, lingering at the register for a short moment after paying as though there was something more to say.
His coffee habit was becoming more frequent, as you noticed him coming by during your shift at least twice a week. He always ordered the same drink, and he never said more than a few words. Sometimes his friends would come with him, elbowing him whenever you walked by. You weren’t stupid; he had to be interested in you for his unusual behavior to make sense. It wasn’t a situation you were used to handling, and at least a month passed before you decided to do something about it.
Your hand had a nervous shake in its motion as you placed a pastry on one of the white napkins near the display case. Walking anxiously across the café, you placed it in front of where he was sitting.
“Oh, I didn’t ord-” He stopped talking when you sat down in the other chair.
“It’s Baekhyun, right?” you asked. He tried to hide his embarrassment by leaning back coolly in his seat. You stifled a giggle.
“Yeah.” He flashed a bashful grin, just slightly biting his lower lip. “Look, I’ve been trying to think of how to say this for weeks, so I’m just going to put myself out there.” He leaned forward, folding his hands in front of him on the table. “I really like you, do you want to go out sometime? Like to dinner or something?”
“I’d love that,” you assured with a smile.
“Are you… busy tonight? When do you get off of your shift?”
“I’m not busy. Six-thirty.” He stood up, tossing his empty coffee cup in the trash next to him.
“So…can I pick you up from here around then?” You nodded, giving him a friendly wave as he walked back outside. Your coworker cast a knowing smile from across the room, but you didn’t notice. Watching as he made his way back down the sidewalk, you grinned, already anticipating the evening ahead.
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