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K-drama Scenarios & Imagines Descendants of the Sun is Life Requests are: Open Masterlist

[residenthughes]

art; seokjin (one)

art is so many things, including him.

pairing: chaebol! seokjin | reader.

genre: fluff (and eventually angst and smut)

warnings: none.

words: 4.1K

author’s note: this is my first post on this blog, so i’m kind of nervous, hehe. i hope you all sincerely enjoy this scenario, along with the rest of the parts that are in the making! i also hope you will enjoy reading my future writing on this blog. please don’t hesitate to give feedback, i love reading what you guys think of what i’ve written! i would like to thank writers like @floralseokjin, @jungkxook, @jungblue, @taeverie, @itsrainingmin, @sugajpg and so many writers on here for being my inspirations when it comes to writing and encouraging me to post on this blog, love you all~~ here’s to my first post and many more! happy reading x

What is art?

 Art is a form of expression; a chance to strive in expressing hidden emotions and to express feelings. Art allows the stresses and worries of today’s world to be the fuel for the burning, live fire that burns with inspiration, feelings, secrets, and dreams.

 Art is a matter of opinion. No one can put a value on it. This is ultimately all up to a person’s own belief and opinion. Artists splatter oils paints, stab their canvas, do all kinds of things, and call it art. It expresses something about them, whether it be their dark past demons, or slow road to recovery, it’s art in their mind and the opinions of others can’t make them think anything else.

 Art is about appreciating. People value different works different ways. Some value the amount of time spent completing the finished product, some appreciate the hard work put into the making of the art, and some recognise the message they get when looking at art.

 Art is a challenge to the sense. Art is history, alternative worlds and universes, creation, frustration, desperation, understanding of other perspectives, spirituality, philosophy, beauty, relationships, theory, the unimaginable, fantasy, and so many other things that we humans can’t even begin to count.

 Art is the paint stains on hands, the flowers in hair, the scribbled words on paper, the design of clothing, the melodies of music, the curves of sculptures and the flash of a recording camera.

 You are in love with art. You’re in love with every nock and cranny that comes along with it, be it writer’s block or accidentally using the wrong shade of blue on a painting. You live for the creation of something new, something old, something personal, something unique. Hours upon hours are spent consumed within this art. Painting, sculpting, designing, writing, drawing; those are all your comfort source that ease your untamed thoughts or provide release for thoughts too chaotic that it drives you crazy. It’s rare, if not impossible, to not see you completely absorbed into the melodious sounds of music flowing into your ears or painting a perfect picture of the city before you with the brushes of your trusty pencil.

 It’s a scary thought that people aren’t as obsessed with art as you are, how they live their days without creating something with their hands or brain. It makes you feel alone and out of place. However, what’s more scarier to think is that a single person can smash your belief of being alone and strange and turn your whole world upside down, how they can just smile and make you feel like you have someone right beside you, that it’s okay to be different, and that it’s okay to be you.

 Moreover, it’s terrifying, petrifying even, that you can love someone as much as you did him; your muse. 

The sounds of Paramore blasting from your phone nearby are cut off, the mobile device vibrating against the desk with a buzz, indicating someone is calling you.

 This is really not the time.

 You sigh in frustration, removing your paintbrush from the untouched canvas that you were just about to start brushing with colour. You dunk the paintbrush into a water jar carelessly, picking your phone and sliding your paint stained fingers to accept the call.

 "Hey, Venus,“ her voice sounds just as sweet as it does in real life over the phone. "Did I wake you? Interrupt something?”

 It’s Monday, around about eight in the morning, and instead of sleeping in like you usually did to get some well-needed shut-eye for your part-time job in the evening, the desire to paint nagged at you for so long that you couldn’t stop tossing and turning in bed, your mind running wild with ideas and thoughts that kept you wide awake and unable to sleep. Two hours passed by, and those thoughts were circulating in your mind continuously, anticipating the moment to be jotted down onto a canvas and by then, you already knew you weren’t going to get a wink of sleep and decided then and there to get up and paint.

  “I was just about to start painting,” you speak again before Rosé can apologise for disturbing you. “But, please, continue. What’s up?”

You take a seat down on the stool before your canvas, your eyes glued to the object as your mind envisions the picture inside your head coming alive.

“I need to ask you a favour,” Rosé asks, her voice soft and quiet before she timidly clears her throat. “You know that yellow envelope I left at your place a few days ago?”

Your head instantly turns towards your coffee table in your miniature living room, the dull yellow package neatly displayed amongst the messy, cut-out art magazines that lay beside it. A few days ago, Rosé came over to your apartment early one night for some much needed girl time since the two of you didn’t speak much, or at all on some occasions, due to your schedules that worked in a way to keep you apart.

  You caught up on each other’s lives over cheap wine and spent the rest of the night drooling over the main character in all the dramas on TV. It reminded of you of when you two were back in high school (minus the alcohol), when times were simpler and the burdens of adulthood weren’t as heavy as they are now.

Eventually, your ‘Hwarang’ marathon was going to be postponed for another night as the clock struck 11Pm. Reluctantly, you let Rosé leave your apartment, arranging another girl’s night the next coming week before watching her walk down the hallway of your apartment building and disappear. It was only when she was already home did Rosé realise she left the envelope at your place, the document left deserted on the coffee table.

 "Yeah,“ you answer, standing up from your stool and walking over to the envelope. "Should I bring it to you?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you could deliver it to my boss because I’m on bed rest since the whole twisting my ankle thing happened on Saturday,” Rosé speaks so quietly, her voice filled with so much uncertainty and doubt that it takes a few seconds for her barely audible words to register. You blink repeatedly, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you cast a glance at the empty canvas not too far away.

The thing is, the surge of inspiration you felt in the morning was long overdue. Weeks ago, you came across an ad on your apartment building’s notice board as you were just leaving for another night of work, the ad calling out for all artists and their works that had the chance of being featured in a new exhibition in one of your city’s biggest art galleries. Not one to pass up an opportunity, you submitted the best of your works, ones that you bared your soul creating, ones that had a valuable and personal story to them, and ones that took days upon days to complete. You felt proud submitting the works of art, impressed with how you could create something from absolutely nothing, and make it beautiful.

 Days later, you got the message saying that the organisers would be honoured to have your art featured in their gallery. 

 Honoured.

This one word fuelled a burning passion of inspiration and determination within you, your hands having a mind of their own as they tirelessly painted endless amounts of canvas, and moulded clay sculptures that were highly requested by the organisers of the exhibition. The ideas and techniques of constructing sculptures and painting canvas flowed out of you effortlessly, countless empty canvases hanging all around your apartment with your artistic visions proudly displayed on it. It seemed as though your inspiration would never run dry, that would finish all your five pieces of art for the exhibition and finally showcase what you were capable of doing as an artist.

 But, just quickly as that surge of electrifying coursed through your body, it died out, leaving your fingertips to barely spark because they had run out of inspiration. The motivation to create had gone with the wind, rendering you helpless and bitterly cold without the warmth art provided to you. For the next two weeks, you would spend your time browsing the creation of others in various galleries you visited, attempting to unlock the door that led to insane creativity and inspiration that you desperately needed since the deadline for the exhibition was fast approaching.

 Despite the drastic and desperate measures taken to find inspiration, you were never able to unlock whatever motivation and ideas were stored in your head, and were left falling continuously into a habit of starting your last painting the same way you finished them; staring at the blank canvas, blinking and blinking, the clock ticking away with no image still in mind to paint, and eventually abandoning the project all together because of the headaches you would acquire from staring at something so white, so blinding, for long periods of time.

You had been waiting for inspiration, and it finally came, and you are so unsure of whether it will remain or abandon you at any moment. It’s a risky situation, and you don’t know what you should do, or what can you say, but Rosé beats you to it. “You don’t have to, if you’re busy. I can ask Jinyoung to—”

“It’s okay,” you interrupt her without meaning to, turning your back to the canvas that calls your name. “I will deliver it.”

Rosé squeals into the phone and you try and contain a laugh, an amused smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you hear Rosé say, “thank you, thank you, thank you so much! You’re a star, Venus!”

For the first time during your brief conversation, you crimson at the nickname she insists on calling you. “No problem, Rosé. I’ll deliver it after I get myself ready.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Rosé confirms with a giggle. “Thank you so much for doing this. I owe you.”

Your calls ends, and you let out another sigh, blatantly ignoring the calls that grow louder and louder as you distance yourself from your canvas, shutting your bedroom door behind you to silence the calls all together.  

The sun rays kiss your skin delicately, the sounds of cars zooming past you and the hammering of expensive shoes hitting the pavement echoes in your ears — but you pay them no attention as your eyes are glued to the large, if not the largest, office building you’ve seen. All the lights are on, figures of busy women and men whizzing past the windows, while the large screen stuck to the roof proudly showcases the large company the office building belonged to.

The successful cellphone company has been around for as long as you have roamed the earth, probably even longer since you heard stories from your parents that owned phones belonging to the company during their day. During those days, you recall that the company wasn’t all that famous, and was mainly for the citizens of your country. But, with the technology getting better and better, the company grew into this monster of a multinational monopoly company that dominates both domestically and internationally, drawing in only the most famous of people to advertise their products and turning the company into a trillion dollar business.

Only the best of the best were employed by the company, taken under the wing of current CEO, Kim Hyungshin and educated on how the company ran and how they could possibly, if they tried hard enough, become a billionaire like him. Unsurprisingly, Rosé ended up joining the company fresh out of college since she was amongst the best students in the entire country majoring in technological studies, already having a spectacular platform to step on into the adult world as she left school for good, unlike yourself who still had three years of college ahead of you, drowning in unpaid tuition fees and being forced to dropout because college became too expensive for your family who didn’t have much to begin with.

With a gulp, you build up the courage to walk into the building, walking alongside men and women clad in the finest of material for suits and office wear, their attire putting your paint splattered overalls and cute beret to shame. You consider it a miracle that you make it inside the building with the way you’re dressed, but you don’t ponder on that long as your eyes enlarge at the interior design of the building that resembles something out of a drama, with their squeaky clean floors and futuristic design that has you questioning if you’ve stepped into the future.

 “May I help you with something?” A voice removes you from standing in the middle of your thoughts, bringing you back to reality as you turn your head into the direction of its source and immediately feel your self-esteem drop.

She is damn near perfect, there’s no doubt in your mind about tha. She is the type of beautiful that artists love to paint, because her beauty is so overwhelming and rare that it needs to be captured and appreciated for generations. She’s perfectly proportionate with long blonde hair that falls down to her shoulders like a waterfall, and wears her pencil skirt and blouse with such grace and elegance that can’t help but feel intimidated by her.

  “Um, yes,” you stammer as your cheeks flush in embarrassment of staring too long. “I’m here to deliver this envelope to Mr. Kim Hyungshin,”

She casts you a look, her eyes taking in your almost childish appearance compared to hers and you suddenly begin to feel so, so small under her intense gaze.

 “His assistant, Rosé, is my best friend, and she asked me to deliver this because she twisted her ankle.” You explain to save yourself from being thrown out by the tough security guards by the doors that are already watching you very closely.

 “Rosé twisted her ankle?” Her eyes are large, her small hot pink lips part in shock. You nod in confirmation. “Tell her Irene says get better soon, okay?”

“Of course,” you smile, feeling the atmosphere becoming light-hearted.

“Follow me to my desk please, I’ll call up Mr. Kim,” Irene politely asks, turning on her four inch heels and walking towards the vacant reception desk, you lagging behind because you’re still in disbelief that she can walk around in those heels.

She presses a button on the phone and reaches for the handle over the counter, the phone over her ear as she waits for a response. Deciding you’ve stared quite enough at Irene, your curious eyes scan the place, discovering men and women around you age walking in and out of the building, some carrying coffee in their hands while talking with a friend beside them and some shaking hands with very expensive looking men. However, what really strikes is you that everyone is so happy. Not one person doesn’t have a smile on their face, minus the security guards that are paid to look intimidating, but even you can’t miss the slight curve of their lips as their hawk-like eyes observe everyone.

  “Yes, Mr. Kim, I’m here with a friend of Rosé, she is here to deliver a package Rosé was supposed to give you,” Irene informs her boss, and your heart begins to thump in your chest. “You want to know the colour of the package?”

Your eyebrows furrow at such a question. Why would he want to know what colour it was? “It’s yellow.”

A few moments later, you hear Irene speak again, “of course, sir. She’ll be there right away.” and the conversation ends.

 Irene turns to you, her gaze soft compared to the first few seconds she met you. “Mr. Kim Hyungshin works on the last floor, which is the 16th floor. Remember to knock on his door before entering,”

“He wants me to give it to him personally?” You question and Irene nods.

 “He wants to ask you a few questions, I think,” you gulp.

 Irene escorts you to the elevator, giving a comforting pat on the shoulder before you enter and she leaves back to her desk. Your hand visibly shakes as your finger presses the button 16, but before the doors can close, two men are dashing towards the elevator.

 “Hold the door, please!” One of the men with darker hair calls out, your finger quick to jab the button that opens the elevator doors again and allows them to step inside with a huff.

 The men that step inside are tall and handsome, wearing casual business clothes that you’re certain cost more than your life. One of them is dressed in Gucci from head to toe with facial features that are knee-weakening and fierce all at once, while the other one with darker brown hair, the one who called out for you to hold the doors, is dressed more casually, but still looks like a million dollars.

 “Thank you,” the one with darker hair beams brightly to you, and your eyes are forced to blink a few times because of how bright his smile is.

 You nod in acknowledgment, hoping to the heavens above that the two can’t hear the beat of your heart as the elevator doors close.

 The one dressed in Gucci from head to toe steps forward from his original position, leaning way close to you as he presses the 15th button. You watch his every move, fascinated with his ethereal beauty rather than calculating how much he makes to buy everything Gucci.

 You should sketch him when you get the opportunity to. He’s too beautiful not to be put onto paper.

 He notices your unwavering gaze and as he pulls away, he playfully winks in your direction and you’re instantly looking down at your white tattered converse, embarrassment colouring your cheek with a cute peach pink.

  “Are you free during lunch? Yoongi is inviting us to his parents restaurant,”

  You can’t help but eavesdrop, your eyes furrowing in confusion when you realise they’re going to a restaurant that people of such riches didn’t even look in the direction of. But, you can’t blame them for going, the food is deliciously prepared in big portions and is fairly cheap, which makes it an ideal place for Rosé, her boyfriend, Jinyoung and you to visit from time to time.

 “Yeah, I’m free. Is Seokjin coming along?”

“Is that meant to be a joke?” You snicker before it registers in your mind that you’re not supposed to be paying attention, your eyes widening as you hoped that you would go unnoticed.

 The elevator dings, signalling that it has arrived on the 15th floor. You let out a breath, watching as the darker haired man steps out of the elevator first, and before the other can step out, you feel a hand on your shoulder and hot air is suddenly felt against your left ear.

 You are rigid and unmoving. He chuckles into your ear and goosebumps rise on your skin. “Saved by the bell,”

The darker haired man notices the absence of his friend by his side and turns, yelling out to him. “Taehyung, stop harassing the girl.”

Taehyung gives your shoulder a squeeze before leaving as if he didn’t do anything, the elevator doors closing soon after and giving you time to breathe as you rack your brain, trying to comprehend what in the hell just happened.

 The elevator dings again, and you’re on the 16th floor. You’re anxious as you exit the lift, walking towards the receptionist desk for some direction since there was so many doors that lead to uncharted territory.

 The receptionist lifts their head at the sound of soft footsteps you make, curious eyes peering over his circular glasses, and you’re left astonished when your eyes lay on him.

 Is everyone here a freaking model?

 “Hello, I’m Park Jimin! How may I help you?” The male receptionist brightly greets you, his angelic features glowing as a sparkling smile graces his face.

“Um, where is Mr. Kim Hyungshin’s office? I have a delivery for him,” you motion towards the yellow envelope in your hand and Jimin’s face lights up.

 “Ah, it’s down the hall. Turn right and you’ll see it at the end of the hallway.” Jimin explains to you, and you thank him with a bow before following his directions.

 You walk down the buzzing hallway, passing up other model-like employees, both men and women, on your way. You shake your head, in disbelief at how much beauty and class surrounds you instead of feeling small like you did around Irene.

 You approach the door and are about to knock on the large wooden doors that shine, but stop when you hear a yell.

 “Damnit, Seokjin! You’re just not ready. Have I not made that clear?” A strict voice shouts, making you jump out of a skin at the harshness of his tone.

 “I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me, father.”

 “This is not the time to argue with me, Seokjin.” The loud voice is more quieter now, but still manages to make a shiver run down your spine. You hear a sigh. “You’re just…now is not the time. You’re just not ready, please understand me when I say this.”

You knock on the door before the conversation can continue, hearing a strong, “Come in,” from beyond the door.

 You open the door, cautiously entering the enormous room space that is bigger than your entire apartment. The colour white dominates the interior of the room; white walls, white furniture, white rugs and some more white. It’s blinding, and you’re wondering how the room is so clean despite its colour that makes uncleanness obvious to the human eye. An older man stands with his back to a fantastic view of the city, hands on the table with his head hung low.

 The other man in the room turns his head and when your eyes lock, you’re rendered breathless.

 He is the most handsome man your eyes have ever had the blessing of laying on. His lips are full and his shoulders are board, features you found rather charming and repeated a lot within portraits you’ve drawn.

 Saying he’s a masterpieces falls short of what he really is.

 “Ah, you must be Miss Rose’s friend,” a voice that doesn’t belong to the handsome man says, forcing you to pry your eyes off his Greek God-like features as you look towards the older man that is a spitting image of the gorgeous man. Expect for the wrinkles and stress lines that dominate his face. This is the one and only, Kim Hyungshin, technological God and mobile phone monopoly.

 “Yes,” you confirm breathlessly after an eternity trying to muster a single word.

“How is she? Is she feeling any better?” He inquires as he straightens out his expensive suit, sending you a warm smile that doesn’t match the loud voice you heard screaming only seconds prior. “Please, sit.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m fine,” you muster a smile, walking forwards towards the man’s desk and stopping at a point where you’re shoulder to shoulder with Seokjin. Blood rushes to your cheeks as all his attention is on you, the intensity of his gaze alone too much to handle. “She’s doing fine, she’ll be back in no time.”

“That’s great,” Mr.Kim smiles and gratefully accepts the package you hand over with a polite bow. “Did she receive my goodie basket?”

His words almost makes you choke on your surprise. He was the type to send goodie baskets to employees? Well, one side of him clearly was, the same couldn’t be said for the other side. You clear your throat, remaining composed despite the question that’s eager to leave the confinements of your mouth as you reply with, “I’m not sure, she hasn’t mentioned anything to me.”

He clears his throat. “Oh well, thanks for coming down and delivering this package,” Mr.Kim smiles and you smile back, not missing the expression of disgust that grows on Seokjin’s face out of the corner of your eye. “Tell Rosé I say get better soon.”

“I will,” you smile back, even though it’s not entirely genuine. You bow to Mr. Kim and turn in Seokjin’s direction, bowing to him too, a little more further than you did for Mr.Kim and subtly make a run for the door.

 You just barely leave the office of Mr. Kim when your phone rings in your pocket. The notification is set for one person only, the only person you want to talk to at the moment. You pull your phone out and accept the call in a flash.

“Rosé,” you speak before she can get the chance to, and judging by how dramatic you sound, Rosé knows not to interrupt you. “I have so much to tell you.”

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Requests + Admin Applications

Hello precious baby stars! I hope you’re all having a wonderful day and are feeling very happy today! I just wanted to remind you all that our request box is still open, so you are more than welcome to send in any request to our ask box! We’ll get to them as soon as possible!

Also, I wanted to mention that we’re still accepting admin applications for this blog! The deadline is the 30th of September! we wish anyone that is applying the best of luck! x

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[!] Admin Applications [!]

Hello precious baby stars! I hope you’re all having a wonderful day and are smiling brightly! I just wanted to announce a decision that both Admin Chu and I (Admin Kookie is unreachable at the moment) have discussed and want to go through with.

Recently, we’ve noticed that the blog isn’t being updated as much as we’d like it to be, or some admin is posting a lot and another is posting none at all. This has been a slight problem with our blog for the past few weeks, and we want to to resolve it.

Therefore, to resolve this problem, Admin Chu and I have come up with the idea of hiring new admins, so that the blog can stay updated and we can give those we applied last time another chance at working on this writing blog. The number of admins we talked about getting were around two to three, but that could change if some of you really impress us with what you have submitted to us.

If you plan on joining our blog, here are a few things that will be required of you if you become an admin:

Being able to update often. Us admins can understand that you have your own life that you need to attend to outside of Tumblr, and we understand that sometimes people can get busy. However, we do hope that you can update frequently (once or twice is week is enough for us).

You should be able to write for the groups we write for (EXO, BTS, GOT7, VIXX, NCT, Astro, Monsta X, Seventeen, Big Bang, Day6 and Shinee) It’s okay if you can’t write for all of these groups, but you need to at least write for some of them.

 You should get along with the other admins on this blog and treat our followers (our precious baby stars ✨) with love and respect. They’re the ones that are reading your writing and doing whatever it is to show they support it, the least you could do is be nice to them and interact with them.

Most importantly, you should respond to message that are sent to you by your fellow admins. We might be talking about who should take care of what request that has been sent in to us, and if you can’t reply to us, then we can’t figure out who does what and things get all messy and that’s not what we want to happen.

 Lastly, have fun! You’re posting on this blog because you love writing, or you have fun doing it. Us admins aren’t strict or anything, we’re the complete opposite and hope that shows with the work we post. So, we don’t expect you to always write, write, write, we’ll do tags or whatever you want to do that’s considered fun (and legal! 😂) we’ll bond, and create a happy environment for those we come across our blog.

If you think you’ve got what it takes to join our blog, then go ahead and apply now! We hope to see many applications and we’ll get to them as soon as possible! :-)

If you plan on applying to become an admin, we’ll need you to send in some answers to some basic questions we have listed below, just so we know who we’re welcoming into our happy fangirl/fanboy environment! x

Questions:

Your name: (also with the admin name you would liked to be called on this blog)

Age:

Time zone: (so we can work out what times you are available or not)

Do you have any experience with a scenario blog? (I can assure you this won’t affect our decisions, it’d just be nice to know :-)

What will you be contributing to the blog? (Whether it’d be writing scenarios, reactions, drabbles, or creating texts, snaps or other things, we’ll accept it!)

Is there anything you aren’t comfortable doing for the blog? (This blog does write smut, and if you’re not comfortable with that, you need to say that you aren’t comfortable with it.)

How many hours are you available for? (Both weekdays and weekends)

List ways in which we can contact you (!)

What groups can you write for?

And to conclude your application, we would like you to submit any piece of writing or whatever it is you specialise in doing (the writing can be any genre, it’s totally fine with us.) For the piece of writing, it doesn’t have to be long or short, it can be whatever you’re confident in sending to us. We’re only doing this to get a sneak peek of what you could bring to our blog, and what writing style or whatever it may be that we can include on our blog.

The deadline for your submissions/applications is the 30th of September 2016! We hope that this gives you enough time to come up with what you would like to submit to us. Please send in your applications/submissions into our submission box (or our ask box if the link doesn’t work) We wish you all the best of luck! Fighting!

XOXO Admins of Hoodrepublic

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[!] Admin Applications [!]

Hello precious baby stars! I hope you’re all having a wonderful day and are smiling brightly! I just wanted to announce a decision that both Admin Chu and I (Admin Kookie is unreachable at the moment) have discussed and want to go through with.

Recently, we’ve noticed that the blog isn’t being updated as much as we’d like it to be, or some admin is posting a lot and another is posting none at all. This has been a slight problem with our blog for the past few weeks, and we want to to resolve it.

Therefore, to resolve this problem, Admin Chu and I have come up with the idea of hiring new admins, so that the blog can stay updated and we can give those we applied last time another chance at working on this writing blog. The number of admins we talked about getting were around two to three, but that could change if some of you really impress us with what you have submitted to us.

If you plan on joining our blog, here are a few things that will be required of you if you become an admin:

Being able to update often. Us admins can understand that you have your own life that you need to attend to outside of Tumblr, and we understand that sometimes people can get busy. However, we do hope that you can update frequently (once or twice is week is enough for us).

You should be able to write for the groups we write for (EXO, BTS, GOT7, VIXX, NCT, Astro, Monsta X, Seventeen, Big Bang, Day6 and Shinee) It’s okay if you can’t write for all of these groups, but you need to at least write for some of them.

 You should get along with the other admins on this blog and treat our followers (our precious baby stars ✨) with love and respect. They’re the ones that are reading your writing and doing whatever it is to show they support it, the least you could do is be nice to them and interact with them.

Most importantly, you should respond to message that are sent to you by your fellow admins. We might be talking about who should take care of what request that has been sent in to us, and if you can’t reply to us, then we can’t figure out who does what and things get all messy and that’s not what we want to happen.

 Lastly, have fun! You’re posting on this blog because you love writing, or you have fun doing it. Us admins aren’t strict or anything, we’re the complete opposite and hope that shows with the work we post. So, we don’t expect you to always write, write, write, we’ll do tags or whatever you want to do that’s considered fun (and legal! 😂) we’ll bond, and create a happy environment for those we come across our blog.

If you think you’ve got what it takes to join our blog, then go ahead and apply now! We hope to see many applications and we’ll get to them as soon as possible! :-)

If you plan on applying to become an admin, we’ll need you to send in some answers to some basic questions we have listed below, just so we know who we’re welcoming into our happy fangirl/fanboy environment! x

Questions:

Your name: (also with the admin name you would liked to be called on this blog)

Age:

Time zone: (so we can work out what times you are available or not)

Do you have any experience with a scenario blog? (I can assure you this won’t affect our decisions, it’d just be nice to know :-)

What will you be contributing to the blog? (Whether it’d be writing scenarios, reactions, drabbles, or creating texts, snaps or other things, we’ll accept it!)

Is there anything you aren’t comfortable doing for the blog? (This blog does write smut, and if you’re not comfortable with that, you need to say that you aren’t comfortable with it.)

How many hours are you available for? (Both weekdays and weekends)

List ways in which we can contact you (!)

What groups can you write for?

And to conclude your application, we would like you to submit any piece of writing or whatever it is you specialise in doing (the writing can be any genre, it’s totally fine with us.) For the piece of writing, it doesn’t have to be long or short, it can be whatever you’re confident in sending to us. We’re only doing this to get a sneak peek of what you could bring to our blog, and what writing style or whatever it may be that we can include on our blog.

The deadline for your submissions/applications is the 30th of September 2016! We hope that this gives you enough time to come up with what you would like to submit to us. Please send in your applications/submissions into our submission box (or our ask box if the link doesn’t work) We wish you all the best of luck! Fighting!

XOXO Admins of Hoodrepublic

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Series Masterlist / In progress

Series Masterlist: 

BITE ME (Chanyeol Wolf Au)

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

[Part 3]

[Part 4]

[Part 5]

[Part 6]

[Part 7]

SOLDIER  (Kai Soldier Au)

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

[Part 3]

[Part 4]

LONG LIVED LOVE (Luhan Supernatural Au)

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

Grim Reaper (Yixing Grim Reaper Au)

[Part 1]

Small Side Series / Individual Member Series:

Taehyung: 

[Boy In Luv]

[War Of Hormone]

I Need You [BTS Series]

[Yoongi]

[Seokjin]

IN PROGRESS LIST:

(A/n: Starting from the top of the list means it’s my top priority but it doesn’t necessarily mean that i’ll be doing them right away or in order)

1. Bite Me pt. 8 2. Grim Reaper pt.2 3. Soldier pt. 5 (Will be ending soon) 4. Long Lived Love pt. 3

Updated: 2016.25.7

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Black Belt [Vmin]

Summary: In which Taehyung just so happens to fall for the new student in his karate class, Jimin.

Word Count: 2 528

Type: AU, Fluff

Pairing: VMin

A/N: The Bnagtan Bomb where this gif comes from is actually one of my favourites, it’s funny, lol. I hope you all enjoy this fluffy scenario (I just noticed I always write fluffy scenario, wow) and have a great day! :)

Happy reading! :)x

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“Everybody was Kung Fu fighting! That man was fast as lightin’!” Taehyung loudly sang without a care in the word, even going to the extent of dancing to the song he sung.

 Despite his weird tendencies, Jungkook, his best friend casually asked him, “Taehyung, are you free now? I wanted to go check out that new manga store that opened near here.” Jungkook asked his best friend as they made their way out of the crowded and buzzing hallways of their school after a long day of learning.

 "I can’t, Jungkook. I’ve got karate practice now.“ Taehyung apologetically mentioned to his younger friend, who visibly frowned at Taehyung’s response.

"You’re still going to those lessons?” Jungkook asked in confusion, stuffing his veiny hands into the front pockets of his washed out denim jeans to avoid them from being frozen off by the brutal coldness in the winter air.

 "Of course I am!“ Taehyung loudly answered with a slight offended expression settling on his face, stopping in his footsteps to shove Jungkook, who slightly stumbled at the impact of the push. "I’m two belts away from getting my black belt.”

“Really? Because last time I went to your dojo, you were still wearing your white belt.” Jungkook reminded the boy with an amused but devilish smirk, receiving yet another playful shove that encouraged a cheeky snigger to escape Jungkook’s pastel pink lips.

“That was a year ago!” Taehyung whined exhaustedly, using his fairly large hands to cover his frozen and light red tinted cheeks.

 Jungkook snickered at Taehyung’s embarrassment, earning himself an irritated eye-roll from the humiliated boy, who after recovering from the feeling rather abashed gave his best friend a brotherly hug before they parted ways, Taehyung quickly jumping onto his BMX bike and peddling to his dojo in a hurry.

Eventually, Taehyung arrived at the dojo in the middle of the noisy and extremely busy city, carelessly dropping his bike directly outside the establishment and speed-walked his way inside, getting dressed into his karate gi and jogging towards one of the rooms he found himself standing in every Tuesday afternoon for lessons.

As he cracked open the door that just had to creak loudly, all heads turned in his direction, all their attention bringing a faint blush to surface onto the boy’s cheeks as he sheepishly apologised for being late and quickly stood next to his friend at the dojo, Mark.

“Alright class, now that everyone is here, I would like to announce that we have a new student joining us at this dojo,” The karate teacher and one of Taehyung's mentors spoke, immediate murmurs and whispers about the new student spreading amongst the handful of students in the dojo.

 "I trust that you will guide him onto a new and brighter path and accept him willingly into our family here.“ The karate instructor mentioned, hinting towards his pupils to be kind to their new peer. He witnessed students eagerly nod their heads to confirm that they would be as welcoming as they could be all before he called out for the new student, "You can come in now.”

The door that Taehyung had just walked through opened without a creak, the new student’s bare feet echoing throughout the dojo as they slapped against the surface of the mat placed on the concrete floor. The new student stood next to his new sensei proudly as his defined chest was stuck out and his chubby hands were placed behind his back. He bowed respectfully to both his new teacher and to the students there before he introduced himself in a strong and confident voice, “Hello, I’m Park Jimin. White belt.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but let out a petty chuckle at the title the new kid owned, some of his peers turning their heads in his direction and giving him a look that practically screamed at him to stop snickering before their teacher - who had no tolerance for pettiness whatsoever- would catch him. He cleared his throat to cover up the snicker, crossing his arms over his chest as he listened to his teacher speak again.

“Hey, why don’t we have a little fun? Taehyung vs. Jimin, one round. What do you say?” His teacher proposed with a comical smirk, all the schoolers in the dojo eagerly nodding their heads and cheering towards their teacher’s proposition.

Taehyung gave into their cheers and demands, stepping forwards onto the safety mat, witnessing his sensei step aside, allowing Taehyung much more space as he approached Jimin. Up close, Taehyung would candidly declare that the boy was rather attractive. Chestnut brown hair that would constantly want to run your own fingers through, dark pink plump lips and eyes that could make anyone fall into a deep trance. Taehyung could feel yet another flustered blush approaching the surface of his cheeks, the boy silently cursing at himself for finding the boy so good-looking.

“You’re free to fight.” The teacher commented, hands placed behind his back as both him and his pupils intently watched the two boys standing in the middle of the dojo.

 Taehyung cockily assumed his position, eying the white belt around Jimin’s waist and thought that maybe he should go easy on the boy since it was his first lesson at the dojo. However, when Taehyung saw Jimin stand at a position that even he couldn’t perfect yet, he began doubting that Jimin didn’t have experience, especially after in the blink of an eye, Jimin’s foot harshly came in contact with his leg, the pain of the kick knocking Taehyung to his knees before he was roughly shoved to the mat, his nose instantly picking up the scent of sweat and smelly feet on the mat he laid on.

Taehyung looked upwards at Jimin in shock, not believing that he, of all people, was knocked down by someone who wore a white belt, watching the new boy smile in satisfaction before he let out a stereotypical sound that supposed karate experts made in over exaggerated action movies all before Taehyung’s world turned a pitch black colour.

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Turns out that Jimin wasn’t actually a white belt, but a much higher ranking within the karate studies system, probably on a level that Taehyung couldn’t even comprehend. Speaking of Taehyung, he was left rather dumbfounded when he woke up from being knocked out cold with a single punch, an ice pack resting on the bridge of his nose that began to ache the second he noticed the ice pack on his nose. After that day, Taehyung didn’t dare to approach Jimin, especially with the dark and cold appearance the boy had whenever he walked into the dojo. Although the teacher said to be friendly to Jimin, that proved to be impossible when the boy would glare at you with all the hatred he could muster up in his entire being if you even breathed in his direction.

 Therefore, most of the time, Jimin kept to himself and purely focused on bettering his expert like skills, unaware that Taehyung, the boy he wrongfully knocked out observed the scary boy from a distance, finding fascination within trying to figure out who the real Park Jimin was.

 A couple weeks later, every pupil at the karate centre was invited to a tournament to fight other dojos to see which school would come out victorious. Taehyung won his match with a guy from another dojo, which his mother who attended the event awarded the boy with an endless amount of bone crushing hugs and wet kisses. Taehyung smiled happily despite the discomfort others might feel, politely shaking the hand of his opponent as he walked past and wished him well, all before he heard loud tortured screams coming from one of the mats.

He rushed over to where he could hear the cries and screams of an anonymous person, the boy pushing his way to the front of the crowd that eagerly gathered around to watch the fight that was currently in progress. Taehyung’s mouth gaped open in surprise when he witnessed with his own eyes Jimin spit out the blood that pooled in his mouth, sending his opponent a deadly glare before the boy’s foot quickly slapped against his opponent’s face, knocking him out cold. Despite the fact that his opponent was already unconscious, that wasn’t enough for angry Jimin, who straddled the kayoed boy and began throwing unpleasant punches at the poor boy’s face, spectators and referees straightaway hurriedly towards Jimin to pry him off the boy, whose face was battered and scattered with blood marks.

 During the insane chaos caused by that one fight, Taehyung had managed to find himself outside the building where the tournament took place, letting out a well-needed sigh and allowing oxygen that was running very thin in the building into his lungs. He turned his head to the right when he heard the crunch of a plastic bottle, his eyes laying on Jimin who sat on one of the old wooden benches outside as he attempted to throw his scrunched water bottle into the distance.

Watching the boy simply just sit there and drown in self-pity made Taehyung frown, the boy going against everything his classmates warned him about ever doing and approached the lonely boy, plotting down on the same bench he sat on.

 "Rough day, huh?“ Taehyung tried to make conversation, his gaze comfortably settled on Jimin, who fiddled with his stubby fingers.

 When Jimin didn’t answer back, Taehyung awkwardly cleared his throat, his fingers pulling at the long sleeves of his karate uniform out of habit before he spoke again, "Why are you always so angry?”

Jimin faced him at the speed of light. “I’m not always angry!”

Regardless of Jimin screaming in his face, Taehyung smiled, noting that this was the first time Jimin had ever talked to him. This made his stomach do all kinds of twists and flips.

 "Then why do you always abuse your opponents?“ Taehyung was quick to ask, his question having the boy that sat next to him sigh heavily and fiddle with his fingers yet again.

 ”It’s a long story…“ Jimin trailed off, staring down at his lap as his hands slightly tugged at the material of his karate gi.

 "I’ve got time.” Taehyung replied too fast for Jimin’s liking, the boy looking away from his bright snow white karate gi and finding his eyes staring at the rectangular smile widely spread across Taehyung’s face. He wouldn’t admit it, but he did find both the rectangular smile and the boy who owned the broad smile incredibly cute.

 Jimin let out another sigh, closing his tired eyes briefly as he tried to find words to explain as to why he was always so aggressive. He opened his eyes, turning more or less to face Taehyung and began to speak, “It all started when I was around eleven or twelve,”

“My father, although he was the father everyone always complained about not having because he was just so awesome, he and my mother started having problems in their marriage as I started getting older. Whenever you walk into that house, you would almost always be greeted by their screams. Over time, screams just didn’t suffice for my dad and he started beating my mom. There was one day where he was abusing her while I was in the next room and I walked in because of all the noise and I tried to defend her, but I just ended up being knocked out and sent to a hospital to recover from the concussion I had.”

At this point, Taehyung witnessed a wet tear run down Jimin’s cheek as he painfully swallowed a massive lump in his throat and continued explaining to him, “From the moment I woke up, I vowed to myself that I would become a killing machine, teach my father a lesson about how abusing anyone, especially a women is not okay. Which is why I started taking karate lessons. Unfortunately, I didn’t ever once hurt my father but there came the day where I was competing in this tournament, I saw my father slap my mom across the face and I just…I just lost it and took all my anger out on the guy I was facing and had my black stripped and everything.”

 Unexpectedly, Jimin moved forwards, his arms wrapping around Taehyung, who at first remained very still as he tried to soak in the reality of his current situation but didn’t hesitate to hug Jimin back, rubbing the weeping boy’s back in an attempt to comfort him.

 "I’ve become such a bitter person because of him,“ Jimin cried out, letting out a shaky heave as he went on to say, "Whatever happened to the Jimin who made people smile and didn’t scare them away with his aggressiveness?”

Taehyung had to pull away from the comforting embrace, needing to face the teary eyed male as he spoke with confidence and firmness. “He’s still there, Jimin. He’s just probably hidden away by all the anger that’s built up all these years. He will come back though. I mean, he kind of has considering the fact that you make me smile and don’t scare me. That is if you’re not like, beating the living shit out of someone.”

Jimin chuckled when he heard the last of Taehyung’s uplifting words, audibly sniffing before he wiped away his tears and smiled at the boy in front of him, who mirrored his eyesmile on the other boy’s face.

 "I make you smile?“ Jimin couldn’t help but blush when those words fell from his lips, his cheeks - for the first time ever- turning a pretty light pink colour.

 "Totally. Like, who doesn’t smile at the thought of their crush?” Taehyung rhetorically asked, chuckling as he added on to his response, “I don’t know how, but you’ve managed to karate kick your way into my weak heart.”

“I don’t know if I should be happy I’ve captured your heart or worried that I’ve kicked my way into your weak heart.” Jimin commented with a subtle grin, his comment amusing the boy in front of him who chuckled for a short time.

 "You should be happy,“ Taehyung answered the boy with a flustered smile, "And proud. No one’s ever kicked their way into my heart, you’re the first and only one.”

“I’m glad I am,” Jimin then smiled, his smile contagious to Taehyung, who mirrored the smile on his face. “Hey, do you wanna grab some pizza together sometime?”

Jimin was answered by a loud growl coming from Taehyung’s stomach. Both boys laughed at the noise, Jimin quick to add on, “Or now? Since you’re obviously hungry.”

“I would love to,” Taehyung beamed, his pearly white teeth on full display to Jimin, who was at the moment wondering how the boy’s teeth were so white. “Let me just tell my mom and then we can go.”

“You’re such a mama’s boy.” Jimin commented with a humoured snicker.

“So are you.” Taehyung right away responded with as he whipped out his phone and began texting his mother.

I guess you could both say that they’re both mama’s boys.

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This scenario might be one of my favourite scenarios I’ve written so far. Thank you for reading! xx

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Partners For Life [Part 1] - {Kim Chul Soo}

Summary: A small family of 4 moves to the countryside because of Eunhan and her twin sister-  Soon-Yi’s - lung condition, but something out of the ordinary resides in the residence that once belonged to an old man. Is this supernatural being a positive thing for them or just for Eunhan?

Word count:

Type: OC X Chul Soo

Actor / Character: Kim Chul Soo from A werewolf boy

-3rd person POV-

“Eunhan-Ah?!” Soon-yi yelled from the side of the truck that held all of their belongings.

Standing in front of the rickety barn that she heard whimpering from the inside she could feel her heart breaking and pulling her to go help what resided in there. Hearing her sisters shouts Eunhan almost jumped out of her skin and inhaled a deep breath feeling the normal shortness of breath reside in Eunhan lungs. Turning around Eunhan looked at her sister who was exhausted from carrying the stuff into the house that they’ve recently bought.

Being the quiet twins they were, they only found comfort in talking to each other and study with one another, and so she speed walked to her sister’s location and grabbed the box that her younger twin was having trouble carrying. Lifting the box with ease she gave her sister a reassuring smile silently telling her that she’d get the heavy ones. Turning around to walk into the house she bumped into a man’s chest making her stumble backwards and gasp from the sudden contact.  Looking up to see who the man was she found it to be Ji-tae and it made her mentally scowl in distaste but bowing nonetheless and muttering a small sorry and sped walked into the house. Taking all the boxes into the house she sighed in content and picked up her box that had all of her own personal belongings.

Going into her room that was on the second floor she dropped the box and sat on her comforter that was placed on the floor, after her mom swept the floor clean of dust. She pulled the box close to her and grabbed out her drawing book and opened it to the next blank page and smiled to herself. Looking outside her window she saw the woods and decided to capture it in a drawing and the mysterious aura that was given off to anyone who looked in at it.

Time lapsed and it was night time and it was too dark for Eunhan to capture the scenery that day. Deciding to finish up tomorrow she heard her mom call her and Soon-yi from the bottom of the stairs. Standing up and walking down the stairs she saw the placement of the dinner table filled with delicious food and the friendly neighbors who helped unpack earlier that day. Sitting down next to Soon-Yi she gave her a small smile and she returned it back and it looked as if they were looking into the mirror. Picking up the chopsticks her mom announced to dig in and the neighbors messily dug into the food that their mother nicely prepared. Keeping on a straight face the twins stared at them judgingly. Reaching for the kimchee Eunhan’s chopsticks were rudely pushed aside. Putting down the chopsticks Eunhan and Soon-yi sat quiet and watched the food get devoured and the adults make conversation.

“Sweetie can I have some more soup?” One of the neighbors asked Eunhan and she nodded standing up grabbing the bowl from him and Soon-yi followed. Going into the kitchen Eunhan scooped some of the soup from the pot and poured it in the bowl with shaky hands. Soon-yi understanding the weakness in her sister’s arm from the lack of oxygen and exhaustion she took over and Eunhan scooted over so her sister can finish the task.

“What’s wrong with them, why are they so quiet?” The women neighbor asked Eunhan’s and Soon-yi’s mother.

Looking up to the neighbor trying to stay calm and strong willed, Eunhan’s and Soon-yi’s mother smiled and answered quietly.

“They’re twins so they’re very close and quiet. They have a lung defect like I mentioned earlier, so they only trust each other to talk more fluently with. They weren’t always this quiet, it was just after their father’s passing till they turned into the people they are today. They study with each other and all of that good stuff” Eunhan’s and Soon-yi’s mother explained briefly.

Seeing the twins returning and Eunhan pale from the lack of oxygen Eunhan whispered to her mother that she’s fine after the scared and worried full look that was aimed towards them. Soon-yi gave the man his soup the silence resided in the household and the pig eating continued.

Not being able to breath properly Eunhan excused herself and walked out to the front of the house and sat on the porch breathing in slowly like how the doctors advised.

“Eunhan-ah, we’re going to go to bed now” her mom announced not realising that the neighbors already left and everything was cleaned up.

“Okay, i’m going to stay out here for a little while” She told her mom.

“Don’t stay out too long, okay?”

“Yup” She whispered to herself knowing her mother already understood.

Seeing the lights go off with the exception of Soon-yi’s night light, Eunhan breathed in the fresh air but jumped when she heard a chain like noise coming from the barn, making her stand up and make her way into the old rustic building. Opening the door warily she covered her nose from the smell that was stained in the inside. Seeing a heavily locked door on the other side of the building, she walked in front of it and started unlocking it but hearing the chain and scratching noises again. Unlocking the last lock she opened the door and saw a pair of glowing eyes until she was pushed to the floor as the creature made it’s escape. Yelping not too loud so she won’t wake up her family she ran back into the house and sprinted to her room and covered herself in the comforter. Soon falling asleep her breathing turned steady not knowing that a certain wolf boy was watching her in curiosity from the slightly open window. Shaking his head he walked off to the side of the barn in between some plywood and fell asleep.

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Overly Confident [KaiBaek]

Summary: In which Baekhyun becomes overly confident and says that his dancing is better than his boyfriend’s, Kai.

Word Count: 2 001

Type: Fluff

Pairing: KaiBaek

A/N: I saw this gif and I immediately had to write a scenario about it because 1) I just had to and 2) It’s Kaibaek, nobody can resist them (especially me omg no) I hope you precious baby stars enjoy this scenario and the rest of your weekend! I don’t have school on Thursday or Friday, so hopefully there will be more updates coming from me this upcoming week! x

Happy reading! x

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Heaps of snow were cemented to the stone cold ground, snowflakes from the white heavens above falling gracefully into the white mass below. Baekhyun stared out the lounge window with a small smile. Outside truly looked like a winter wonderland, he thought to himself. He wanted to crack open the window just the slightest bit and get a sweet taste of that winter wonderland, feet buried in piles of snow while snowflakes fell on top of him, kissing his hair before melting into his hair. But that just wasn’t the wisest decision as of right now since the cold wind from outside would disturb the warmness within the household.

“Baekhyun?”

Baekhyun turned around instantly when he heard his name being called out, his cheeks quickly flushing a pastel pink colour as his eyes caught a glimpse of Kai strolling into the lounge with no shirt on at the time, only after Baekhyun had reluctantly blinked was when Kai decided to put on a shirt.

“Don’t stand too close to the window, you’ll catch a cold.” Kai warned his boyfriend, pulling his shirt down, past his chest and down to his waist.

Baekhyun only chuckled, admiring how Kai had still looked out for him, especially after all the years that they had known each other. It seemed near impossible that their reality would even be thought of as a reality back then, but things changed, feelings developed and they found that the love they had so desperately been searching for laid within each other. It around seven years to discover this, but in the end, it didn’t matter how long it took, as long as they were together, everything would be fine.

“Hey, why aren’t you in your work clothes?” Baekhyun curiously questioned as he watched Kai take a seat on the couch in the living room, “Don’t you have work today?”

“The roads are all covered in snow and ice, and it’s the coldest temperature this city has ever had,” Kai dully informed Baekhyun while his eyes remained focused on the television screen in front of him. “The boss decided it was best we just stay at home for the week, before anything happens to us.”

“Oh, that seems reasonable,” Baekhyun wanted to scream praises of gratitude to the white high heavens. “That’s kind of good though. In the sense that we can hang out more than we usually do.”

A smile began to grow on Kai’s face, his undivided attention turning to Baekhyun as he stared upon his companion with this sudden love of burning in his eyes as he agreed with him, “Yeah, I barely get to see you. It’s refreshing to see you yawn and stretch in the morning, or cuddle up to me during the night,”

Kai witnessed Baekhyun smile, the sight of his smile sending shots of pain to Kai’s heart, for his heart was just too weak for the preciousness and loveliness that was Byun Baekhyun. Kai began to smile lightly towards the memory of how the two had met, the scent of Baekhyun’s jasmine cologne still filing his nostrils, as well as the sweat from the dance studio they had once stood in.

 "Hey, do you wanna go to the dance studio with me? I haven’t been there in a while, and I’d really like to go back.“ Kai offered Baekhyun with a playfully raised eyebrow and a charming smirk when he finished speaking, hoping his efforts to persuade Baekhyun were working.

 "Hmm, do I want to go?” Baekhyun teased with the same smirk Kai once had spread across his tanned face, the boy pretending to think to himself for a long moment, which made his acting seem more believable, “I will go with you, don’t worry.”

Kai childishly clapped his hands in eagerness, Baekhyun laughing at the younger boy’s actions before doing the same with a lot of excitement and cuteness displayed in his actions. Kai couldn’t fight the smile broadly displayed on his face, the sight of the smile sent Baekhyun flying from his seat near the window to the couch that Kai sat on, the black haired boy falling onto the brown haired boy with this lovesick smile and look in his eyes that teenage girls always nagged saying that they wanted someone to look at them like that.

 Kai chuckled briefly when he found Baekhyun on the couch he sat on, head in his lap while he stretched his legs to the left side of the couch where the remote was. Baekhyun playfully batted his eyelashes, laughing at his own actions, smiling as bright as ever, all before an all too familiar pair of lips were pressed against his. Baekhyun smiled even more when Kai put his lips to his, happy to kiss the lips of someone he loved for so long. Their lips moved together in a beautiful harmony, both of their hearts beating so rapidly, so aggressively that they thought that they might even exploded, the explosion only showing how much they really loved each other that their hearts simply couldn’t take it.

 Kai pulled away, sweetly kissing Baekhyun’s lips just one last time before he looked down at his love and suggested, “Let’s get dressed, and then we can go.”

“Okay,” Baekhyun easily agreed, sitting up straight and helping himself off the couch as Kai stood up and walked around the couch, making his way towards their shared bedroom, coming to a stop when he heard Baekhyun call out for him, “Yes, Baek?”

 "After all of this, do you think we can have a really long make-out session?“ Baekhyun asked with a cheeky smile.

Kai gave him this look that only made Baekhyun smile more before laughing at himself for saying something like that. Kai shook his head in delight, running his slender fingers through his soft strands of hair before answering Baekhyun, "Maybe.”

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“Ahh, the snowflakes are so beautiful!” Baekhyun cheered out in delight, running around in the heaps of snow and slowly spinning around, looking upwards at the white sky and allowing the snowflakes from high above to touch his clothing and exposed skin.

 Kai just chuckled, letting Baekhyun be since there was no telling him to hurry up and get to the dance studio so they won’t catch any colds. Kai casually walked along, hands in his pockets as he gazed down at the snow covered boots that were almost buried in the thick snow. Just then, a large force was hammered to his back, causing him to slightly stumble forwards, the dancer gaining his balance quickly before he found Baekhyun’s arms wrap around him from behind.

“Real cute, Baek.” Kai stated with an amused chuckle, continuing to walk towards the dance studio that wasn’t too far in the distance of white air and snowflakes.

 "Aren’t I always?“ Baekhyun rhetorically asked, snickering at his own words before he released his grip on Kai and took Kai’s cold and bare hand, interlocking their fingers together and happily swinging their held hands as they walked in peace.

"I’m kinda excited about going back to the dance studio,” Baekhyun spoke up, his voice immediate grabbing Kai’s attention as he turned his head to face his boyfriend, “I’ve been wanting to show off my new skills.”

Kai accidentally laughed out loud when hearing this, having to stop walking for a moment as he hunched over with his hands on his knees and his laugh echoed through the deserted streets. Baekhyun shook his head at him, complaining about how Kai shouldn’t be laughing at him and his dancing skills while Kai continued to laugh for another five minutes. Finally, after he couldn’t laugh any longer, he stood straight up again and gazed at Baekhyun, laughing yet again.

“I’m serious! My dancing skills are the shit!” Baekhyun whined, his whine only causing a louder laugh to freely escape Kai’s lips.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes when Kai seemed to finally stop laughing, the boy unfazed when Kai wrapped his arms around him before saying, “Ah, Baekhyun. You’re so funny.”

“I’m serious,” Baekhyun responded, gently pushing Kai off of him before tightly crossing his arms over his chest and said to Kai, “My dancing skills are probably better than yours.”

“Is that a bet?” Kai questioned with a teasing raised eyebrow, hands in his pocket as a naughty smirk completed his teasing look. 

 Baekhyun nodded his head in some sort of smug way, an even more smug smile making its way to his face as he answered with, “That’s a bet. Prepare to pay me back with cuddles and kisses.”

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After the boys had agreed to their bet and walked for a few more minutes, they had arrived at the dance studio. Since it was snowing heavily outside and everyone stayed in their warm homes, there wasn’t a living soul in any of the dance studio, leaving Baekhyun and Kai somewhat free to do whatever they desired.

 Kai removed his heavy winter jacket, along with his wool scarf, leaving him with his warm grey turtleneck and matching pants and shoes. Baekhyun tried not to stare as the boy began to take off those small layers of clothing, turning his attention back onto him as he stretched a little more to prevent any injuries to his muscles, every once in a while glancing in Kai’s direction as he did this.

 Kai turned on the music player in the room, putting the electronic music player on shuffle before doing some stretching exercises with Baekhyun, whose cheeks were painted a pretty pink the entire time. Must be the cold, Kai thought to himself.

Once they had done all their necessary stretching exercises, they both rose to their feet, Kai looking over at Baekhyun with an expecting look as he said, “Since you instead that your dancing skills were the shit, why don’t you show me how it’s done?”

Baekhyun looked at Kai, mentally asking Kai why he would put him such a position before he reluctantly removed his own winter coat, placing it on top of Kai’s before he walked onto the wooden dance floor, looking at himself in the mirrors stuck to all the walls in the room and hating himself for saying such things to Kai.

 "I’ll show you how it’s done,“ Baekhyun pretended to say in an overly confident tone as he picked out a song to dance to, ”Boiiiii!“

Kai laughed again that day, his laughter earning an automatic eye-roll from Baekhyun, who quickly chose a song that he figured he would be less crap in dancing to and stood in the middle of the room again, trying to move his body to the beat of the song but instantly failing and giving up.

Kai chuckled as he walked over to Baekhyun, draping his arms lazily around Baekhyun’s waist while Baekhyun crossed his arms over his chest while listening to his boyfriend say, "Don’t worry, Baek. Your dancing will be always be the best to me.”

 Kai then placed a kiss to Baekhyun’s cheek, the kiss causing the smallest of smiles to breakout onto his face before he swiftly turned around and pushed Kai away from him, “Stop it. You’re gonna make me fall in love with you.”

 "Haven’t you already?“ Kai joked, laughing at his own joke which earned him yet another eye-roll from Baekhyun, who smiled right afterwards.

 "Stop laughing, Mr. Dancing Machine, and teach me how to dance!” Baekhyun declared as he turned on a different song and walked back over to Kai, who grabbed his hand without even noticing before he turned Baekhyun around and brought him to his chest in one slick movement.

 "I love you.“ Kai truthfully stated to his boyfriend with an amused mixed with fond smile as he stared into the eyes of his love.

 "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love you too.” Baekhyun responded to Kai in a grumpy tone, his tone humouring Kai, who laughed yet again as he danced with Baekhyun, who this time around laughed with him.

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MINISERIES/AU

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BoyxBoy Month?

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