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What do you get when you put together two aspiring writers who love k-pop? You get this blog. Welcome to Admin J and Admin L's blog where we present to you our written stories! Requests are always welcome.

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The Secret (Part I)

If there was one thing you hated more than anything, it was seeing Jongin leave after spending a whole day together. As anyone would imagine, it was extremely hard to date an idol. They had schedules that ran very late. They overworked their idols. Some fans were very obsessive towards their idol. These were all very true things that you had seen while dating Jongin. "Please don't go," you mumbled into his chest. It was the saddest part of the day where you were hugging him to bid him goodbye. "It's always hard to leave you especially on days like this," he replies. It was close to the holidays and so the company he worked under was obliged to give him at least one day off. "But I miss you." You said. He kissed your forehead and smiled. "I haven't even left you yet, silly." With tears in your eyes, you kissed him and he reciprocated. It seemed painfully short but you knew it was time for him to go. He walked off and waved quickly before disappearing out of your sight. Entering your quiet house was depressing. It was late at night but you couldn't sleep. You pulled out your phone and your eyes widened. You had just read an alert on your phone which said, "Come to this location and we'll spare Jongin's life." You threw on a coat quickly and hurried over. When you arrived there, you felt anxious and scared. You had never fought in your life. You viewed your surroundings and found a door left slightly ajar. You peered through the crack and spotted Jongin and his friend Sehun tied up. "Don't involve ________ into this. She doesn't know and she can't know," Jongin stated angrily. Your brows furrowed and that was the last thing you heard before a bag was thrown over your head and you became unconscious. -Admin L

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Sorry for being so inactive! Admin L and I have been pretty busy these few months, but I will be able to post more fics (hopefully I don't get another block! /.\) I'm not sure about Admin L but I'll let her tell you yeah ^^ i hope she comes back soon~ Anyhoo, hope you liked that fic. Requests are always welcome! :D -admin J

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Whiskey

-this is admin J ! • 3 • Sehun holds Luhan's heart in his hands, careful fingers encasing their love like a jewel. Luhan watches from afar, soaking in the sight as he takes a long draw of his cigar. 'You're being too careful, aren't you?' Sehun chuckles, toying with the red mists that emit from within his fist. 'You're one to talk,' Luhan takes a swig of his whiskey, making his way over to set himself on Sehun's lap. With a grin, he leans over to plant his lips on the latter's, letting the smoky taste of whiskey spread onto Sehun's lips. Sehun takes his fist, whips of red mists still slipping past his fingers, and presses it against Luhan's chest. The mists disappear, tendrils whipping as they seep beneath Luhan's sweater. Luhan inhales sharply, breath ghosting over Sehun's lips. 'What did you do?' Sehun reconnects their lips, fingers threading through Luhan's brown locks. 'Put the love back into you,' Luhan resists, narrowing his eyes. 'Why'd you do that?!' He whispers harshly. 'Don't,' Sehun keeps his arms tight around Luhan, 'Stop Luhan, stop.' Luhan slowly relaxes against Sehun, pressing his head into his shoulder. 'I didn't deserve it,' Sehun kisses his cheek. 'Of course you do.' A helpless sigh slips past his lips, and his shoulders hunch. Sehun kisses Luhan again, whispering against whiskey-stained lips, 'You deserve every inch that I have to give you.' Luhan muffles a sob and laughs. He kisses Sehun, and holds on to that fluttering in his stomach.

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His Red Umbrella

I love you readers ! /sudden confession/ -admin j.  

    Dull grey umbrellas move along with the flow of the crowd. They are swept by the evening rush hour, along wet pavements and jam-packed subway stations. Everyone's rushing home, or desperate to escape from the violent pelleting of raindrops.

Among the drab-coloured umbrellas, a scarlet one peeks out from above the rest, as if watching the others go by. It twirls, bounces and twirls again, dancing to the rhythm of the raindrops.

Baekhyun lets it rest against his shoulder, bouncing lightly on his heels. The rain is getting worse, and his date has yet to arrive. He looks down at his feet and sees the raindrops merging with puddles, formed in crevices in between pavements. It was like they were going back home; having been taken away, evaporating from bodies of water, they slowly collate, forming a grey raincloud. When it gets overcrowded with the lost, sad souls, they fall to earth, back to where they came from, back to the beginning.

Baekhyun sighs, clicking the toes of his polished shoes together. There was no beginning for him to return to, not anymore at least. He pushes the thought away before it could form further. Glancing at his watch, the hands were ticking away slowly. She was twenty minutes late.

Maybe it’s the jam, he thought.

Baekhyun stays close to the wall, where he felt safe. Stepping out into the crowd was as dangerous as swimming in strong currents of water; you’ll get swept away before you’re even aware of it.

The red umbrella twirls in his slender fingers, pirouetting in the rain. Raindrops bounce off the canopy, dripping gently from the tips. He keeps a lookout for her, although it’s difficult to see among the throngs of pedestrians. The skies were getting dark, awfully quickly and the rain was getting stronger.

Panic settles in the pit of his stomach and he reaches for his mobile phone. There was a sudden tap on his shoulder and he spins around almost immediately, a bright smile hanging off his lips. “Eunhi-sshi?”

“Sorry, you’re blocking my way.” Came a soft voice, from under the hood of a blue raincoat.

Baekhyun’s eyes widen. “Kyungsoo?”

The small male looks up, a smile gracing his owl-like features. “Oh, Baekhyun-sshi? Shouldn’t you be home already?”

Baekhyun grins bashfully, adjusting the weight of his umbrella. “I’m waiting for my date, you?”

Kyungsoo suddenly blushes, glancing nervously into the window of the bakery. The cold is seeping through the rubber raincoat, but it’s another feeling that causes an excited shiver to run down his spine. “Jongin’s waiting for me,”

“Oh? Is that so?” Baekhyun grins. “Better not keep him waiting then!”  He steps aside, and the blush on Kyungsoo’s cheeks darken, as they bid farewell.

Baekhyun is left in silence again as he pulls out his mobile phone. A little white envelops blinks on the screen. He taps it, and a crestfallen expression dons itself on his face, tugging his lips into a forlorn frown.

Alone, the word echoes in his head. His shoulders are slumped and his head dips, his raven-black hair falling over his eyes. Baekhyun turns, and starts for home.

  His footsteps are heavy, feet dragging along the pavements. The red umbrella rests against his shoulder, swaying lifelessly with each step he takes. A sad melody seems to resonate from it, humming monotonously, a tune bland to the ears.

I’m sorry Baekhyun-sshi, I realised you’re not the one for me. I feel happy whenever we’re together, truly, I do. But there’s something missing, I can feel it. This is difficult for me to say but… it’s not me, it’s you. I hope you find a wonderful woman someday. Take care.

The message flashes in his head. It was reading itself, almost vociferating.

His red umbrella sings for him, its canopy dropping low, losing its lust for life. The scarlet seems to dull, losing too, its lustre.

The red umbrella sings his sorrow, the dull pain of rejection, a morose melody that murders the happiest soul. He’s a lifeless soul now, merely roaming the streets until he’s found the shortest path home. All sense is gone, now left with nothing but wild guesses and risks too much of a danger to take a chance on.

People have said before, and people will say it again. There’s something wrong with Byun Baekhyun. He will never be happy, his life will be short lived, and he knows nothing of love, but just the fleeting surface of it, so easily deceptive, he’ll fall before reality hits him.

And it’s always, too late.

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If Guilt Were My Best Friend

It would’ve started as something small, something rarely mentioned. Whispers carried by the wind, camouflaged by the rustling of dry leaves. No one would have been able to catch it, not unless you were me.

If you were me, you’d have guilt gnawing at your heart every day, regret eating away at your soul and fear corroding your courage.

If you were me, you’d wake up, every day, from nightmares that’ll haunt the deep recesses of your mind, sweat dripping down your back.

I killed him. I killed him, but I did not mean it.

I remember, April 12th. Dark, humid, with the smell of oncoming rain lingering in the air. The umbrella was light in my hands, as I made my way down 7th street. He was walking next to me, our hands brushing and shoulders touching.

It made me feel warm inside, bubbling deep in my heart, spreading through my body. I heard him say something funny, and I laughed. He laughed too, and shivers went through my body. Our hands brushed, and he hooked his arm around mine, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He looked awfully adorable with that smile, and I remember my heart pounding a mile a minute.

The pavement was wet and slippery, and it started to drizzle. I heard someone call my name, so I turned. A shadow rushed towards me. I lost my balance, and went tumbling towards the road, slipping on the ground, pulling him along.  

As I fell, the last thing I remembered was a bright light blinding my vision, and someone shoving me away. I heard with a sickening crunch, his skull caving into his brain. Through  hooded eyes, I saw a lifeless blood-soaked body flung to the ground, like a ragdoll.  I tumbled and hit my head, and everything went black.

That was the day he died, and it was also his birthday.

I ruined it, I ruined everything.

If just before I fell, I let go of him, he wouldn’t have been dragged onto the road with me, he wouldn’t have died. It was selfish of me, to keep holding on like that.

Every day, I think about those sparkling eyes, and how they went dull, closing forever. I can hear the nauseating crack of his skull, resounding through my brain.

I hear his whispers in the wind, I hear his voice in the rustling of leaves. I hear his laughter when I sleep and I see his angelic face everywhere I go. Yearning consumes me, and I’m left with nothing but our memories, our love, and my yearning for him to return to me.

Many a times I’ve thought of going to him, giving up on the world and joining his, but every time I think of it, he scolds me. He scolds me through the harsh poundings of migraines in my head, the chiding from thunderstorms and nagging through the slamming of doors.

I miss him, his warmth, his touch, his voice. I did not mean to kill him and I wish I could take it back.

I sit alone in my apartment, watching as the snow falls against my window pane. Frost creeps up along the sides and covers most of my view. I write his name on the glass, and a tear rolls down my cheek. He would’ve loved winter. It was the season when we’d first kiss.

I feel a sudden warmth wrap itself around my shoulder. It’s so comforting, I lay still and lean into it with my eyes closed. It feels lovely. The warmth continues to wrap itself around me, and creeps through my entire being.

The floor is lifted away from me, and I feel as though I am levitating in mid-air. I’m afraid to open my eyes now, because the warmth is gone and a cold draft blows, goose-bumps rising to my skin.

I curl myself into a foetal position, trying to make myself as small as possible, like how I felt now. It was so cold, perhaps one of my windows were faulty.

The sudden warmth returns, and a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist. Fingers interlace through my cold ones, and I lean back, bumping into something firm and warm. My eyes shoot wide open, and a low chuckle rumbles past my ears. Only one person laughs like that, only one person holds me like that.

I turn, and I press my lips against his jaw, breathing out a sigh of relief. He hugs me tighter, and our lips meet. It’s sweet, and I forget about breathing.

“Sehun,” I breathe, and everything falls into place. I feel nothing, yet I feel everything.

-admin j.

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On Rainy Days-- Jongdae

When Kim Daeun woke up, it was a Thursday morning and there was a bright red ladybug idly sitting on her hand. She was always envious of ladybugs, they got to flutter about freely. The said person almost laughed out loud as she realized that it was the only splash of color that existed in the drab room that she lived in. The white hospital gown that clung to her body, the white walls, and just plain old white everything was enough to make one sick. And that it did to Kim Daeun. She was sick with tuberculosis.

It didn't take a fool to know that she was very ill. Her pale skin contrasted against her dark, charcoal colored hair. If watched closely enough, one could see her bones through her clothing. But like her skin contrasting her hair, her frail appearance contrasted with her disposition. She was naturally a warm person who laughed often and was incredibly smart. She didn't particularly describe herself like that but rather, she followed off of Jongdae's words. The way that he wrote the words sounded so nice and comforting. Jongdae was her good friend who shared the room with her. He was the one who made her eyes crinkle with mirth and made her clutch her stomach from laughing too hard. It was almost hard to believe that the same person was also mute.

How they communicated was no mystery. Everyone knew they communicated through notes and paper, a gesture that had somewhat of a reminiscent feel. It reminded them of the days when they were elementary students where they  passed notes to their friends. Nurses always smiled when they passed by and also sped up their time in Daeun and Jongdae's room so that they didn't interrupt anything. The two were well respected in the hospital.

One particularly gray day, Daeun glanced out the window with a sigh. The landscape looked so sad. The sight of water dripping off of the trees and flowers made it look like they were crying and she decided that it was too depressing for her own good. Looking over at Jongdae with hope, he smiled at her and got out his trusty black notebook.

"Rain is so ugly," she commented as she looked out the window again.

"I'm sure that rain would feel offended," Jongdae wrote back.

Daeun grinned cheekily before she said, "I'm sorry rain. Please forgive this poor soul."

"Rain accepts your apology."

"Jongdae, if you're really acting like rain is a real person right now then I think you need sleep. You're a little loopy."

"Says the girl who also played along and apologized to rain," he said back.

"I'm going to sleep," the girl declared as she rolled her eyes.

 Rain poured incessantly, slowly lulling Daeun to sleep. And while she slept, Jongdae shuffled quietly as he looked at the note he wrote when he was sure she was asleep.

 "I'm leaving today. Come find me on rainy days."

 And he was gone.

When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was Jongdae's absence. She waited for two hours straight before calling for the nurses. The nurse then sat on her bed and took a deep breath.

"Jongdae was sent home today. He's been discharged," She said lightly.

"He did?" Daeun asked dubiously.

"Yes and I'm sorry he didn't tell you." The nurse said hurriedly before leaving.

At that point, Daeun started crying. Her tears mimicked the rain because they wouldn't stop falling. The only person she actually liked had left her without even telling her. He obviously didn't care enough about her to tell her. Her heart ached in agony as she thought about what would become of her now. She was depressed, lonely, and sick. The worst part now was that she had no one to talk to about it with.

Sometime in the evening, she decided to walk about her room. Even with her eyes still cloudy, she spotted a crisp piece of folded paper lying neatly on Jongdae's bed.

"When the world becomes dark and the rain quietly falls, I once again can't get away from thoughts of you. Even though I know it's the end, these stupid feelings keep resurfacing when I know we can no longer be together. I have regrets of course. If only I had told you earlier, if only I had known I would be discharged so soon. Come find me on rainy days. Stay up all night and annoy me. When the rain stops, I'll follow and leave a little at a time a cease like the rain."

With a sad smile she looked to the window for hope, only to see that the sun was shining and the sky was blue. She was always envious of ladybugs because they got to flutter freely but now Jongdae had become one. She had once thought that rain was ugly but now it was all she was waiting for.

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Found this on my computer from a long time ago. This was inspired by Beast's "On Rainy Days". Like Admin J said, sorry for being inactive D:

-Admin L

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Minseok's Birthday

-just to describe him a little, sorry for being inactive ;~;-

      Minseok had a good habit of bringing out the best in people. With his cheery smiles and bubbly disposition, nothing could stop him, not even the darkest of days. His smile could light a thousand watt light-bulb, and bring a flurry of butterflies to one's tummy.

With his large sparkling eyes, it was only too easy to get lost in those soft brown orbs. Minseok can deceive you. With the appearance of a 20-year-old, he can delude you into thinking that he's the youngest, the cutest, the playful and the fun-loving one. However, you'll actually find out that he's the eldest, the sexiest, the most flirtatious, most serious and most sensual man you'll ever meet.

Kim Minseok is a special person, a special angel, born on the 26th of March. He could be your knight in shining amour, the cherry to your pie, the straw to your berry or the apple of your eye.

 Minseok can be many things, but he'll always stay as Kim Minseok. Everyone loves him for who he is, because he's just that unique.

He'll always be Minseok, cheerful, talented in coffee-making, bubbly, cute and sexy Minseok. He is the one and only, the original, the best.

Happy belated birthday Minseok and we all love you. /throws heart/

  -admin j

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Hi! I wanted to make a scenario request with wolf Xiumin. ( I hope you do those types) He is dating a human girl. On one of their dates to the park they were rolling around together & he got a little to rough & he accidently broke her hand. He takes care of her & she makes him feel better about what happend. Thank you!

Dancing with Wolves-- Xiumin

On nice, mellow nights spent with Xiumin, Kim Hae Ra wonders if anything can be more perfect. The moonlight shines down on the two as the Ferris wheel reaches it's peak and Hae Ra swears that the moment is melodramatic. She's nestled in his arms and he's smiling at her lightly. She catches the glint in his eyes and thinks for just one second if he's phased by the moon at all. She should've known not to be so curious about wolves and the moonlight but it was curiosity that killed the cat after all.

"Does it bother you at all? The moon, I mean," She says.

Xiumin merely replies with a chuckle, "No, not at all."

"I'm sorry," She laughs as she mentally scolds herself for saying such a thing.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I'd be curious too if I wasn't a wolf."

She nudges him with her elbow, "But doesn't it get annoying when I ask you questions? You know me, I always ask a ton of questions."

She sighs when he ruffles her hair.

"I don't mind," He tells her. "Look over there."

When she looks off to the side, she spots fireworks. Vibrant shades of blues, reds, purples, and yellows catch her eye. Not too long after, a smile etches onto her face and laughter rings in the air.

"You really had this all planned out, didn't you?" She questions.

"Maybe, maybe not."

Before the two leave their own little world, they share a kiss.

"What should we do now? I don't want to go home yet!" She says.

He hums quietly before taking her hands in his.

"We could dance under the moonlight."

"There's no music," She comments.

"Well I also have no other ideas."

"Dancing it is!" She giggles as she twirls around.

The rest of the night is filled with jokes and laughter until the two become tired. He starts to walk her home but it's not quiet. There's never a dull moment with this pair.

As they start to playfully shove each other, Hae Ra realizes that he's becoming more and more aggressive. It's almost like a game, what these two are doing. With a new sense of determination, she attempts to shove him back as hard as she can. The effort is fruitless though, because she goes flying into the wall beside him. She missed Xiumin entirely.

The only thing that brings her back to sanity and distracts her from the throbbing pain in her hand is Xiumins melodious laughter.

"I got you! You totally missed me and you should've seen your face!" He jokes as he rushes over to her.

It doesn't take him very long, a wolf's speed is really not something to joke about.

"Hey, why are you so quiet?" He says as he catches a glimpse of her face.

Tears are running down her face and she looks like she's writhing in pain. It's no doubt she is with the way she's gingerly holding her wrist.

"What happened? Let me take a look. Did I do this to you?" He asks all at once.

"I'm fine," She stutters.

He really didn't mean it, they were playing around. She knows his sincerity just as well as she knows him. If he sees what happened then he'll wallow in a pool of guilt.

"Your hand is broken," He states bluntly as he lifts it to get a better look.

His heightened senses have never failed him. Even from a mile away, he would be able to see that her hand was broken. His vision was just that accurate. It's a known fact that her hand is broken.

"I'm sure I'll be fine." She tries to reassure him.

"I'm sorry," He says hurriedly. "Let's get you fixed up. I can't believe I did this. I hurt you and I--"

"It doesn't hurt."

"I'm sorry," He says repeatedly until they reach her house.

Inside her house, they stumble on objects that are loitered on the floor.

"I'm sorry that my house is such a mess," She adds sheepishly as they find a spot to sit comfortably.

"At least you didn't break someone's hand."

"You're still on about that? Xiumin, it's really not a big deal." She soothes.

"It doesn't make me feel so great knowing that I hurt you. What does this say about us? What if I hurt you again?" He mutters.

"You won't." "There's always that 'what if' factor." He shakes his head, "At least let me make it up to you."

"How?"

"I can do something pretty cool." He sing-songs as he gently holds her hand.

"Is it something to do with healing?" "Way to kill the surprise," He jokes.

"I'll still think it's cool no matter what."

"Okay, close your eyes." He instructs.

As if by magic, her hand that was once in agony had been alleviated from the pain. She could flex her hand like it was brand new.

"It's not going to wear off at midnight or something right?" She questions.

He almost bursts out into laughter but figures he's done enough for one night.

"No, it won't. Your hand is really bothering me though. I really broke it, huh?" He asks dejectedly.

"You might've broke it but you also fixed it. What's done is done." She shrugs.

"But aren't you at least a little mad at me? I mean I did cause you a lot of pain just now." "No, because I know that no matter how hurt I get, you'll always be there to heal me. You could break all my bones and I could never be mad at you. I'd only be mad if you left me."

"And how do you know I'm going to be with you forever? What if someone finds out I'm a werewolf and I'm killed off? It has happened before."

"Oh trust me, I have a feeling that you're not going anywhere." She says as she entwines her hand with his.

He laughs, "So I'm guessing that you're the type to get jealous and possessive easily? Not that I mind of course."

At that moment, she finally decides that nothing is better than spending her nights with her werewolf boyfriend.

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and ta-da your request is done! Thanks for requesting. I'm speedy like a cheetah :-)

-Admin L

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The Keeping of Secrets -- Yixing

As Ji Yeon swam around the shallow end of the pool, she couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of her friend Yixing who was currently floating on a floater.

 "Yixing, you aren’t swimming again?" She asked curiously.

"No, you know how I am with water." He replied.

"About that, how come you never swim?" She questioned.

 Ji Yeon had always meant to ask him  but she never got the chance, considering that he never liked to talk about it. The last thing she wanted was hurt feelings. If it made him uncomfortable then she wasn’t the type to keep pestering him about it. Even though she told herself this, it finally got to a point where she needed to know. He knew everything about her and somehow managed to memorize everything she told him. A true gift, she thought.

 "Do we have to talk about this now?" He bemoaned.

"Yes, Yixing. I’ve told you everything about me. Why can’t you do the same?" 

"Because you know how I feel about touchy subjects like this." He stated.

"All I want to know is why it’s touchy. You know I’m not heartless. If you just tell me then I won’t bring it up again." She reassured him.

"I don’t want to tell you. Not today." His voice wavered.

 Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and her lips slightly parted. 

Ji Yeon was the kind of person who kept her emotions to herself but she could feel that today wasn’t the case. Her emotions were on the verge of spilling out from the bottle she kept them bottled up in. She was always blatantly honest with him. 

The fact that she liked him didn’t even play a part in her honesty. They were friends before her crush developed. 

She felt as though telling him things that she felt were important was imperative. Anything that had an impact on her, she didn’t hesitate to tell him. She told him about how she was afraid of dogs and why. She told him about how she got bullied for her height when she was younger.

Both of these she liked to keep secret but spilled to him. She spilled her biggest secrets to him and he couldn’t even spare her a secret about himself. Ji Yeon was tired of his behavior and felt that if he was going to continue being secretive, then their friendship wouldn’t last.

"How long are you going to keep this from me?" She asked with just as much anger as she felt.

"For as long as I can."

"But why? I tell you everything!" She cried out.

"You can honestly say that you’ve told me everything? Every single thing?" He dared her to answer.

"Yes, well—"

"Well?" He raised a brow.

"I haven’t told you this one thing." She admitted.

"What is it?"

"Why should I tell you?"

She splashed some water around her in annoyance. Not at him, not at anyone in particular. She was just upset with the fact that he had the audacity to ask her what she was hiding from him. He was the one with secrets to tell. She could keep this one to herself. It wasn’t necessary for him to know.

 Suddenly she thought of something.

"Let’s say it at the same time." She suggested.

"Say what?" He questioned.

"What we both need to spill. This works out in your favor because my answer might be louder than yours and I won’t hear yours. But at least by doing this, you’ll tell me."

"Deal." 

"One, two, three." She counted down.

"I like you!" She told him.

"I’m a robot." He added quietly.

"What?" Her eyes widened.

"Did you really not hear me?"

"I heard you." 

Her breathing hitched and her words caught in her throat. Robots weren’t real. What nonsense was he saying now? Both were silent for a period of time before he spoke up.

"Are you scared of me now? You don’t want to be friends anymore? Don’t worry, I understand. It’s only happened tons of times before. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want you to leave me because I like you too. This is a feeling I’ve never felt before and I don’t want it to go away. I don’t want you to go away.” He choked up.

 "Yixing," She said sympathetically. "It’s not going to make me think differently of you. I don’t exactly know what robots are capable of but I didn’t know you were a robot until now. So you’ve been doing something right. I’ve seen you as a normal human being, treated you as one and it’s going to take a lot to change what I think of you."

"You’re not making sense. I’m a robot. Steer clear away from me. I’m not good for you."

She attempted to get closer to him, only to have her hand slip from the ledge she was holding onto. She was originally holding onto the ledge because she was scared of what he was going to tell her. Every word that left his mouth resulted in her grasping the ledge tighter. She wasn’t expecting that.

Deep down inside, she was a little scared. Everything made sense now of course, like him being able to memorize whatever she told him. But now her hand was slipping from the edge. It happened so fast. One minute was talking to him and then suddenly she was sinking.

Her hand slipping up was unexpected. She couldn’t even think. Swimming was something that had left her mind. Darkness was all she could see and all she could think. That was until Yixing pulled her up and pushed her onto the concrete. She wondered why he was being rough but then it hit her that they were the only ones in the pool. Yixing saved her. Robots couldn’t come in contact with water. Her head was spinning.

The last thing she saw before her eyes shut again was Yixing floating on top of the water.

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Hey guys I decided to rewrite this oneshot. The ending is different and basically the whole concept is different. Haha. I characterized the characters differently by giving the OC a name. Hope you guys enjoy this installment of the exo robot series. I have a couple more to fix and hopefully I’ll get them posted soon. To read the robot stories you can find it in the story sorter under the exo robot series line. :) 

-Admin L

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The Star-- Baekhyun

A very excited Baekhyun made his way to the family room with a box of decorations.

"Baek, did you get the box with the green ornaments? I think we need more green because the red is overpowering." His girlfriend asked as she tilted her head to the side.

Baekhyun leaned on the doorframe, glad that there was someone like him who thought Christmas tree decorations were especially important. "There's a good balance of green and red but I'm thinking we need some silver." Baekhyun replied with a smile. He placed the decoration box on the side and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, admiring the work in progress. "Silver?" She snapped her fingers, "Silver! Baek, that's perfect. Exactly what we need." She reached into the box of silver decorations and began hanging some up, the smile on her face growing bigger on her face with each silver ornament she put on. She took a couple steps back and looked at the beautifully adorned tree. "What do you think?" She asked as she whipped around, only to find Baekhyun not there. With a shrug of the shoulders, she adjusted a couple of the ornaments. A couple minutes later, a very happy Baekhyun reentered the room. "Look what I found! The star! It'll look perfect on the tree. Don't you think?" He asked. She nodded enthusiastically. "How are we going to get it up though?" Simultaneously the duo looked towards the top of the six foot tree. Baekhyun's girlfriend only face palmed herself at the sight. "We'll just have to ask Chanyeol to help. He is the one who helped get the ornaments up there anyway." She said dejectedly. In truth, she wanted to get the star on right now. As fun as decorating the tree was, she spent the whole day on this tree with no rest. She was the type of person who when they started something, they had to finish it. Baekhyun, sensing a dilemma coming along, shook his head. "Nonsense. I can do it." He insisted as he edged closer to the tree. Baekhyun's girlfriend seized up her boyfriend and let out a small laugh. "Baekhyun, you're no taller than me. I'm sure Chanyeol won't mind." "I'm taller than you." "An inch isn't much of a difference." She pointed out. Her boyfriend, now insistent on proving her wrong, tiptoed with the star enclosed in his right hand. However, when Baekhyun saw the tree up close, he lost all confidence. A frown found it's way onto his face instead of the star finding it's way to the top of the tree. It took him a while to realize that the reason he was seeing the tree at such a close distance was because the tree had fallen on him. The tree toppled over and fell on him. What a calamity, he thought to himself. "Are you okay?" His worried girlfriend questioned as she shoved the tree off of him. While she made her way over to him, she was careful to avoid the glass shards that came from the now broken ornaments. Baekhyun groaned as a response, making his girlfriend rush over to him. "Are you alright?" She asked with concerned eyes as she maneuvered him out of the danger zone. "I don't know. Is my body supposed to be numb?" Her eyes widened to which Baekhyun responded with a chuckle. "I'm kidding. I'm absolutely fine." He reassured her as he planted himself on the sofa. "You don't look fine." His girlfriend commented as she plucked some sparkles out of his hair. "I feel fine though. I guess I'm just upset that I ruined the tree." He stated quietly while taking in what was left of the tree. "I feel fine knowing that you're okay." His girlfriend said as she snuggled up to her boyfriend. "What about the tree?" "I'm okay as long as you're here." "You spent a lot of time on the tree." Baekhyun pointed out, guilt evident in his voice. "You matter way more to me than a tree, Baekhyun." "Isn't that sweet? What would I do without my sweet girlfriend?" Baekhyun laughed as he pulled his girlfriend in for a hug. "I should be asking myself that question. What would I do without my silly boyfriend?" "Hey, why am I silly? I'm a manly boyfriend." "Yeah, because a manly boyfriend would almost die from trying to put a star on a tree and make the tree fall." She said sarcastically. "Yes, that's what a manly boyfriend would do." Baekhyun said as he cleared his throat. Eyeing the mess again, Baekhyun pushed himself off the sofa. "Don't you think we should start cleaning this up now?" He asked. When he turned around, he realized that his girlfriend had abandoned him. Now he was forced to clean up the mess by himself. As he bent over to clean up the mess, he heard his girlfriend giggling at him from upstairs. She was trying to hide herself from him, acting like a five year old playing hide-and-seek. "And she calls me the silly one." Baekhyun laughed to himself as he picked up a shard of glass to throw away.

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Merry Christmas!

-Admin L

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It’s not Christmas here yet but I just want to wish you all a happy holiday! Stay warm if it’s cold where you’re at and have a good one!

-Admin L

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Ghost

oh admin L... xD - admin J

Sometimes Chanyeol sits in the basement, in front of the fireplace, looking listless and quiet. He just stares at the fire, thinking.

Minhee sometimes wonders if it has something to do with three months ago, when Chanyeol said he saw Baekhyun's spirit by the fire. He'd said that Baekhyun asked him, "How's life?" Then dissipated into thin air.

His happy virus mood slowly diminished after a few weeks, and he became reserved. Minhee didn't know what to do, but act cautiously. She'd tried everything, probably even things that she wouldn't normally do, but they were to no avail. Chanyeol remained... sad.

She came home one day, with a new method in mind. Chanyeol wasn't in the living room, or the bedroom. The only place he was in these days, was the lonely basement. Minhee found him, sitting still on the ugly checkered couch, staring into the flames that licked around the bricked fireplace.

"Chanyeol?"

The male hummed in response, but he didn't turn around. Minhee made her way forward. "I met someone today. She's a medium."

"You believe those things now?"

"Well, you saw Baekhyun's spirit."

Chanyeol kept quiet, and Minhee took the opportunity to continue. "She told me things."

"Like?"

"She said Baekhyun told her things. Baekhyun told her things like how you always sit here, waiting for something to happen." Minhee joined him at the couch, legs crossed and pillow tucked under her arms. She watched Chanyeol carefully.

"Chanyeol," she started. "What is it you want, to happen?"

Said male froze, his body stiffening. He turned to her, eyes wide. "She told you those things?"

"Baekhyun," Mihee corrected. "Baekhyun told her those things."

He drew a sharp breath, leaning his forehead against her shoulder. A light sob escaped his lips. "Sometimes I wish, that I'll close my eyes and never wake up."

Minhee's heart thumped loudly against her ribcage, almost painfully. She cupped his cheeks, bringing it up so their eyes could meet. His were glassy with tears, hers were clear with understanding.

"It wasnt't your fault."

"But... when he went,  I felt... like a part of me went with him." He choked out. Minhee smiled sadly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"That part, you'll never get back. But he's in your heart, and he'll always be with you." She said, threading his hair with her fingers.

He smiled sadly, moving closer so the space between them disappeared. "Do you think he'd ever forgive me?"

Minhee hugged him tighter. "She said he already did, a long time ago." 

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I’m just gonna go off on a tangent over here and tell you guys that the movie Miracle in Cell No. 7 was one of the saddest things ever.

I mean I saw it on Exo’s Showtime and I told myself that I wasn’t going to cry. But towards the end, I just started bawling. It was so sad. One of the saddest movies I’ve ever watched. Even if the movie was sad, it was still good.

Bottom line is, watch the movie. If you don’t want to cry then don’t watch it. It was so good that it makes me want to cry even more. This movie is totally sob worthy.

Hope everyone is enjoying their holiday break!

-Admin L

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Hi! I was hoping that I could make a scenario request of Chanyeol, where his girlfriend/wife is giving birth to their 1st child. Thank you!I look forward to reading more great scenarios from you.

As Soojin clutched the edge of the chair with her teeth clenched, she screamed Chanyeol's name.

"Chanyeol!""Yeah?" He questioned as he walked into the room.

Upon seeing her, his eyes only widened in surprise. The bagel that he was holding in his right hand now fell to the floor.

"Is it time—?"

"Yes, Chanyeol. It's time!" She replied, answering the obvious.

Given the state she was in, she did not have any patience left in her. She was in so much pain that pain was actually an understatement. Agony was what she was feeling.

"O-okay." He stuttered as he thought of what to do."The bag, Chanyeol. The bag!" She shut her eyes tightly as she attempted to get to the car."Wait, wait. I got you." He told her as he crossed the floor and lifted her."It hurts. It hurts. It hurts!" She half screamed."What hurts? What do you want me to do?" He said hurriedly, in full panic mode."Just get me to the car! Grab the bag we prepared. Just make the pain go away!" She cried as she dug her fingers into his sleeve.

He pursed his lips and slung the bag over one shoulder, keeping in the pain. Soojin was in a lot more pain and was his priority right now.When he shut the car door for her, he jogged to the driver's seat and glanced at the house.

"Looks like we won't be here for a couple days, huh?" He asked."Can you just drive?" She said impatiently.

Chanyeol merely chuckled before speeding down the road.. . ."Chanyeol, your relatives have arrived." The doctor informed as he began putting on some rubber gloves."Soojin, I'll be back. I'm going to greet them." Chanyeol informed as he got up."You mean you're going to leave me?" Her voice wavered.

She balled up her fists again, the pain obviously taking it's toll on her.Chanyeol approached her again and took her hand.With his free hand, he pushed some stray hairs away from her face and gave her a small smile.

"No, I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here.". . ."You're going to want to push now!" The doctor instructed."Now? Now?" Soojin repeated with a heightened voice.

It had been approximately seven hours since she had gone into labor. The hours were long and tiring and she was on the verge of giving up. Nothing happened for the first few hours but now that something was happening, she felt a feeling of consternation. The amount of anxiety surging through her body was ridiculous. She had waited for this moment. She lived for this moment. Now that it had come, she was as hopeless as could be. The strength that she needed to push this baby out wasn't coming.

"You can do this." Chanyeol reassured her as he watched her face contort into different emotions."I'm scared." She admitted."Don't be. I know you can do this.""What if I can't, Chanyeol?"

His answer was cut short when the doctor told her that it was time. She couldn't delay it any longer. A new form of pain emerged and she screamed for dear life, grabbing a fistful of the bed sheet.Chanyeol unclenched her hand and she squeezed his hand instead. At that moment, Chanyeol was brought to the realization that his first child was going to be born. He was going to be a father.A couple pushes and yelps of pain later, a healthy baby girl was presented to the couple.Chanyeol stared at the fragile infant in his arms for a second before breaking into a smile.Everything about the baby was small. From her hands to her feet, everything was so tiny that she could pass for a toy."I'm a father. A father." Chanyeol whispered, as to not wake the baby.Soojin craned her neck at Chanyeol and sighed."Chanyeol," She called weakly.He raised his head slowly as if unsure if he should look somewhere else other than the baby. But when he looked at her, he smiled brilliantly.He moved over to her and soon enough, the two new parents were cooing over their baby."She's got your nose." Chanyeol told Soojin."She has your eyes." She replied with a warm smile.The room was filled with bliss and laughter for a while before Soojin fell asleep."I knew you could do it. You're the strongest person I know. Thank you and I love you." Chanyeol whispered.

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Sorry for the mini delay!

-Admin L

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Chair

hunhan, anyone? - Admin J

"Luhan, get off of that chair!" Sehun called out, dropping the bags of groceries, rushing over. Luhan stood on his tiptoes, the chair tilting ever so dangerously.

"Luhan! Come down! What are you doing?" He gasped, tugging at the hem of the elder's shirt. Luhan swatted his hand away, shushing him. Sehun cocked his head in confusion. "What's going on?"

Luhan held onto the ledge of the window, trying to get a better look out the window. Yes, they did have a normal window, that was huge, and well within reach slash sight. But the one at the very top, had a view that could let you see the skyline.

"What are you looking at?" Sehun tried to see what Luhan was seeing, but there was nothing, except the fields that stretched for miles and miles. Luhan gripped the wooden ledge tighter than ever, pulling himself up. "It's a lovely view from up here."

"Where?"

"There. Can't you see it? By the river, it's a deer." Luhan whispered, dazed. Sehun sighed, going towards the kitchen.

"Well... I'll fix dinner while you... watch the deer."

"Okay..." Luhan muttered under his breath, when he suddenly gasped. "It's moving, it's moving!" He shouted, suddenly losing his grip on the ledge. The chair toppled, and Luhan crashed to the floor.

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"Luhan? Are you awake?"

The elder groaned softly, trying to sit up. Sehun made sure the pillow supported his back. "You feeling okay?"

"My head feels heavy." He tried to move his legs, crossing them but a sharp pain shot up his ankle.

"Don't move, you fractured it. And your wrist."

"What happened again?"

"You fell off a chair."

Luhan chuckled, then cracked up. Sehun wasn't sure what to do, but flicked his head. Luhan stopped, confused. "What?"

"You've got a loose screw. What's wrong with you?"

"I just can't believe I... fell off a chair. It sounds almost... impossible."

"No Luhan, it was only too real." Sehun deadpanned, earning a chuckle from the elder.

"I'm sorry."

"No kidding," Sehun poured a cup of water for him. "Please don't do something like that, ever again."

Luhan leaned over and pecked his cheek. "The deer was beautiful."

Sehun cupped his cheeks, bringing their lips to meet. It was short and sweet, but left their hearts fluttering like crazy. "You're more beautiful."

"Manly, it's manly."

"That's debatable."

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Autumn

feels and more Minnie feels... though I know it's already way past autumn teehee - admin J

"Come on Daeun, these leaves aren't going to sweep themselves!"

Minseok brandished the broom in his hands, yelling at her. She rolled her eyes and rolled up her jeans, grabbed the broom and walked over, while Minseok watched, mouth agape. "Sometimes, I wonder if you're really a girl..."

Daeun smirked, pulling her hair up into a bun, before she got to sweeping the fallen, orange leaves. Minseok shook his head slowly, starting from the far side of the yard.

Autumn had already arrived, and the leaves were starting to die, falling to the ground. It left the trees naked and bare, and the grass covered with a blanket of orange, red and yellow leaves. A light breeze blew, causing the few remaining leaves to fall, landing on Minseok's head.

Daeun looked over, grinning. "Minseok oppa, don't move, okay?"

He froze, nodding lightly. His eyes went wide as Daeun brought the broom over his head, sweeping away the leaf. He yelped, running his hands through his hair vigorously. "Are you crazy!?"

Daeun burst into tears, laughing merrily. Minseok used the broom to hit her, as they engaged in broom-fight. Daeun tried to block him off, trying to manoeuvre the handle, but accidentally hit him on the forehead. Minseok stumbled back, hand going up to soothe the sore spot.

"Minseok, are you okay?" Daeun rushed over, placing her hand on his bruise forehead. Minseok shut his eyes, head lowered in pain. His mouth turned down into a frown, whining and groaning. "Do you want to kill me..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Daeun gasped, trying to touch the spot but Minseok only swatted her hand away, sticking his tongue out at her. Daeun sighed, standing up. "I'll just clean up the rest..."

Minseok suddenly shot up, hands grabbing Daeun's shoulders as he pushed her down, both crashing to the ground with a painful thud. They fell onto the pile of leaves, cushioning the fall. Minseok laughed, holding his stomach painfully. Daeun grabbed a handful of leaves, shoving it in his face.

"I hate you."

Minseok grabbed her face, pressing a light kiss to her lips. "You love me,"

"That's debatable." Daeun grinned, getting up with Minseok, but he pulled her down again, into another pile of orange leaves. They floated up upon the impact , then down again, gracefully.

Minseok looked at Daeun, watching as the leaves fell down all around them, the sunlight shining upon her head like a halo (cliché, yes I know.) Minseok tucked a stand of hair behind her ear, smiling when she her eyes fluttered open.

"You know, if you fall anymore, you're going to break your back."

"Then you'll have to nurse me back to health."

"That's an 'if' to you."

Minseok leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers, pulling away beaming. "Orange looks nice on you," Minseok muttered, picking a leaf out of Daeun's hair. She laughed, shaking her head madly. "Come on, we've got to sweep this."

Minseok smiled, eyes sparkling and teeth showing. "We can do this all day!"

"Do what now?"

"We'll sweep the leaves into piles, then we'll jump into them!" There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, and Daeun couldn't help but crack up along with him.

"I like how your brain works, Minnie. Let's sweep!"

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Secret Santa

I know it's not Christmas yet, but I couldn't help it- Admin J

Inyoung cradled the nicely wrapped gift in her hands, looking out the window cautiously. It didn't seem as though anyone was home. She grabbed her cap and black jacket, putting it on. With a deep breath, she walked out of her house, boots sinking into the thick snow, shovelled to the side of the pavements.

She stood at the front of the gate, looking up at the spectacular house. It was beautifully decorated with Christmas ornaments, the lights and mistletoes. From outside, you could even see the Christmas tree, standing by the window.

She took out the gift from her pocket, putting it carefully into the mailbox, before turning away, walking towards her house when she hit something. With a risky glance, she looked up, and away immediately after. It was him.

"Who are you?" Yifan questioned.

Inyoung coughed, dropping a few octaves. "Mail..guy. Definitely a guy. Bye." She walked away briskly, past her house and down a few blocks, rounding a corner. When she reached the alley, she peeked out, watching as the blonde male took out the box, curiously examining it, before taking it with him.

She pumped her fist into the air, cheering silent, making a beeline for home. The moment she got in, she ran to her room, falling into her bed with a light heart, when she noticed something on the floor.

It was a package, tied to a rock. She picked it up, examining it closely, making sure it was not a bomb or anything explosive (you can never be too careful). She sat at her desk, unwrapping it.

It was a mini alpaca, the size of her palm. She screamed silently in joy, hugging it tightly. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and her secret Santa had already given her a gift. There was a knock on the door downstairs, and Inyoung rushed to open it. Her cousins were perhaps, already here from London.

She stopped short, when she saw who was at the door. "Can I help?"

Yifan cleared his throat, smiling lightly. "I'm from next door..."

Inyoung chuckled on the inside, rolling her eyes. "You're my neighbour, I know who you are Yifan."

"Jeez, you're no good at jokes. Anyway, you got any maple syrup?" He asked, walking into the house. Inyoung walked to the fridge, getting it for him. Yifan took it gratefully, when he grinned. "Nice alpaca you got there."

Inyoung blushed. "My secret Santa gave it to me."

A look of smugness painted over his features. "Oh really? My secret Santa gave me a snow globe."

Inyoung sputtered and coughed, trying not to let the obvious show. "T-that's nice."

"And I think I know who my secret Santa is."

"Oh really? W-Who?"

"Yunhee, from class 2-A."

Inyoung felt a sudden, tight squeeze in her chest, and her knees felt weak. "Of course it is." She walked up the stairs. "Show yourself out, big guy."

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Christmas Day, the most wonderful time of the year. But Inyoung wasn't looking to getting out of bed. She'd rather rot in bed, growing mushrooms. She hugged the alpaca closer to her chest, sobbing quietly as she cursed and swore at Kris.

There was a knock at her door.

"No thanks mom, I'm not hungry yet."

"This ain't your mom." Yifan grumbled, letting himself into the room. Inyoung gasped and hid her face with a pillow, refusing to look at him.

"What do you want, you stupid tall giant."

"Well..." he pulled a chair and sat at her bed, poking her arm. "It's Christmas, why aren't you downstairs?"

"Because I don't feel like. Now go away please."

"Come on Inyoung, don't be like this. Where's the festive spirit?"

"It died. Now go please." She pulled the blanket over her head, sighing. Yifan yanked it out of her hands, cupping her face. With one swift move, he pressed his lips against hers, moving sweetly and softly.

She could taste eggnog, not something that was exceptionally nice-tasting. He pulled away, smiling lightly. "Merry Christmas."

"M-Merry... Christmas..." She laid there, too shock to speak in full sentences. Yifan dropped the quilt, moving towards the door.

"Get ready, everyone's waiting downstairs."

"Wait!" She called out, causing him to stop in his steps. "You... Your secret santa..."

"I knew it was you all along. And I'm your secret Santa by the way, if your dull brain hadn't already figured that out."

"I'm actually very smart-"

"Merry Christmas Inyoung,"

She blushed, waving her hand. "Merry Christmas Yifan, see you downstairs."