I felt like I might as well come back and explain where I’ve been and whether I’m coming back or not. To answer I’m probably not going to be returning to this blog again, which makes me a bit sad honestly. If you look at the over 400+ scenarios at least 200 are mine, that’s a lot of content that I’ve made as a hobby, that I’m basically abandoning.
However, I am not stopping writing. I won’t share my ao3 here, but I do have an ao3. Most of the reason I’m stepping away from Pocket-scenarios is because I just don’t have that same connecting to k-pop that I used to. I have an ao3 it is for video game characters(Genshin and fire emblem to be exact), not idols.
I’m not deleting this blog since I do have a lot of fond and anxiety driven memories with this blog. But to explain why I, in the beginning, around a year ago began to step away. It was just because this site itself doesn’t have the same community it did five years ago when I started the blog. There isn’t much interactivity so I didn’t feel motivated to write in the first place. That just got worse when my interest switched from primarily k-pop to C-dramas which chinese actors don’t really have that much of a fanfiction fanbase on this site at least.
I can’t speak for the other admins like Vector or Guii, I haven’t spoken with either in a while since Guii has gotten busy with school. Vector on the other hand tends to just disappear for months at a time without warning. Answer my messages Yuna But to shorten this and keep from rambling more, my interests have changed so I’m deciding to step away from pocket-scenarios. I probably should have said something sooner. Thanks for reading ! I will read any replies or asks sent + if anyone has a fanfiction blog and wants me to tag them here as a recommendation feel free to tell me.
(Admin: Sxng, thank you for the request really want to start writing for some things other than kpop/Korean actors. Also sorry I got kinda rambly at the end I’ll probably edit this sometime.)
Word Count: 437
12: They give you a piggyback ride when you’re hurt/drunk.
13: Your friends tease the two of you.
“Zhuo Ge,” your friend quietly whines in a mocking tone.
You press your tongue into your cheek, your memory from the previous night still quite fuzzy. Jiongmin clings onto Hongyi’s arm repeating things that you can only guess you said drunk last night.
“Zhuo Ge, I can’t walk, Zhuo Ge,” Jiongmin leans closer to Hongyi, whose shoulders shake while he laughs silently.
“Do you want me to carry you?”
A pfft finally pushes out through your lips, you press your head into your hands. Jiongmin lets go of Hongyi, resting his hand on the table.
“Did I really do something like that?” You say meekly, your fingers pushing through your hair.
“Yes.”
Hongyi takes a drink from his coffee.
“Your Zhuo Ge is here.”
Jiongmin nods his head in the direction of the door, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. Zhuocheng pulls out the seat next to yours, looking between the three of you already seated.
“Did I miss something?”
Zhuocheng speaks close to your ear, you shake your head, fixing your hair, resting your hands in your lap.
“I thought Y’N might have scared you away.” Hongyi laughs.
Zhuocheng rests his hand on your leg silently: “is there something more between the two of you than you are telling us?”
Jiongmin is quicker to pick up on things than Hongyi, so you are not surprised at all that he noticed something being off. Zhuocheng gives a slight squeeze to your leg, waiting for you to speak first.
“Yeah,” you pause, “we’re dating.”
You admit, quirking an eyebrow when Jiongmin cocks his head to the side.
“Y’N, you really are something,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head, “chasing after a new actor.”
Zhuocheng laughs, you let out a heavy sigh.
“Should we go drinking again to celebrate your relationship?”
“No.”
“Come on, Zhuo Gege,” Jiongmin teases, “Y’N, you convince him.”
You roll your eyes but decide to play along anyway: “Zhuo Ge, let’s go drinking again tonight.”
You wrap both of your arms around his arm, pulling him closer to you. Zhuocheng stiffens slightly, your friends attempting to hold back their laughter across the table.
“We’re both going to be busy again soon; let’s go out tonight.”
You speak closer to his ear he hums: “how about we go out for dinner instead?”
Hongyi and Jiongmin nod in agreement with Zhuocheng’s suggestion.
“You just don’t want to put up with drunk Y’N again.” Hongyi laughs.
You start to protest, but Zhuocheng nods you slap his leg. He laughs softly, the four of you decide on the time and place before leaving the cafe.
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You gesture around at the empty seats of the booth. Sejun sighs, looking at the empty seat next to his.
“They all backed out last minute,” he trails, “are you upset that it’s just me?”
He rests his forearms on the table, leaning closer to you, squinting incredulously. You shake your head, laughing at him.
“I’ll go order.”
Sejun stands from his seat, heading over to the cafe counter. He comes back shortly later, sitting the buzzer on the edge of the table.
“Do you think they did it on purpose?” You lean across the table, Sejun’s eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, how did we go through planning the whole thing, for them to last-minute have other schedules. Isn’t it suspicious?”
You ramble, Sejun starts to speak but is cut off by the buzzer.
“I’ll go get the drinks,” he sighs.
You nod, picking up your phone, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. It does not take long for Sejun to return with the drinks, you sit your phone down, thanking him softly. The conversation quickly turns towards talking about his schedules, catching up on things you missed while busy with work. Conversation between you always flowed easily, but today for some reason, Sejun seemed stiffer than usual.
“Is something wrong?”
You inquire, gesturing towards him. Sejun sighs, taking a drink of his coffee.
“It was on purpose.”
It takes you a second to figure out what he is referring to.
“What do you mean, why didn’t they come?”
“I asked them not to,” he pauses, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.
“I like you,” he concludes.
A stunned silence comes from your side while Sejun picks at the foam cup. His words replay in your mind, “I like you.” It is something you had wanted to hear from him but had pushed away for his sake.
“You like me?”
Your voice comes out much quieter than you intended. He nods, his head tilting towards the table, avoiding your eyes. Butterflies dance in your stomach, you want to return the words, but they catch in your throat.
“I like you too, but,” your tone dips at the last word, “your career.”
A heavy silence falls between the two of you.
“Me being an idol never mattered to you before.”
Sejun breaks the silence. He is right, but your mind and heart are fighting against each other. You take in a deep breath attempting to calm your racing thoughts, a smile spreading across your face.
“Does that make this a date then?”
Sejun laughs, nodding his head: “if you want it to be.”
# 1, 2 and 9 Drabble game with Golden Child’s Jibeom and Verivery’s Dongheon
Jibeom:
(Admin: Sxng, fun fact: Jibeom is my golcha bias. Also, I know in both of these I did not do the “you take them back to your place part” I’m sorry.)
Word count: 193
1: They get drunk & you take them back to your place
2: They confess their feelings for you.
9: Your ex calls and they answer.
Leaving a drunk Jibeom alone was your mistake. You should have expected him to pick up whatever call came up on your phone, even if that call was from your ex-boyfriend. You could hear his muffled voice from the bathroom, but you could not tell who he was talking to or what he was saying until you opened the door.
“Of course it matters to me, I like her,” Jibeom stammers.
You freeze, hand on the bathroom door handle, you hate that your heart rate increases from his drunken confession, that he will most likely forget by the morning.
“Who are you talking to?” You ask, despite being fully aware that it is your ex.
“Your ex,” Jibeom murmurs, lowering his phone to his lap, the call still going.
“Did you mean it?” You inquire, glancing at your phone.
“Mean what?”
“That you like me,” you reach for your phone, pulling it from his hand with ease.
“Of course.”
Jibeom mumbles, you end the call, standing up from the couch again, pushing his head. Jibeom whines, falling onto the side of the couch, sighing.
“Stop being dramatic, confess to me when you’re sober.”
Dongheon:
Word Count: 234
Same numbers
You did not expect Dongheon to drink as much as he did when you invited him over. You did make sure to tell Hoyoung that he will not be going back to the dorms; you do not want to fight to get him into a car.
“Y’N,” Dongheon calls out to you.
You hum, scrolling through your phone, only half paying attention to him.
“Don’t you know that I like you?” He pauses, “I’ve been making it so obvious.”
You are taken aback by his confession, but before you can think too much into it, your phone rings. Dongheon takes your phone from your hand with ease, answering the call. You lean back on your couch, sighing, crossing your arms over your chest.
“She’s next to me,” Dongheon murmurs, suddenly sounding much soberer than he did seconds ago.
You chuckle only half listening to what he is saying, you have been planning to block your ex-boyfriend, so you just let Dongheon drunkenly ramble to him. You reach for Dongheon’s phone, entering his password, deciding to scroll through his twitter feed while he entertains himself in conversation with your ex.
“Here,” Dongheon tosses your phone, it lands in your lap.
You lay his phone in between the two of you, picking your phone up.
“Did he hang up?”
“Yeah.”
You laugh, shaking your head.
“I meant it when I said I like you.”
“I know.”
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Word Count: 1415
An outsider looking into your life, the way your high school alumni are now, probably see the situation as picture-perfect. Your high school sweetheart, down on one knee proposing to you. Your heart races while you scan the expressions in the room, your eyes landing on Changyoon. He has a tight grip on the champagne glass in his hand. You finally turn your eyes back towards Hyojin, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
You should be happy; this should be a happy moment. You listlessly accept his proposal to the delight of Hyojin and encouragement of the crowd circling the two of you. Your gaze once more meets Changyoon’s. Two years have passed since you two spoke.
“Hyojin, I’m going to go see Changyoon.”
Hyojin hums, sending a warm smile towards you. He gently brushes your hair, you turn, taking quick steps, over to Changyoon.
“Congratulations.”
Changyoon murmurs, leaning his arm on the cloth-covered table. You press your lips into a line, nodding your head.
“Something wrong between you?”
“I think that Hyojin thinks proposing to me is going to solve all our problems.”
Changyoon turns his chair so that he is facing you. He looks towards you curiously, waiting for you to continue.
“I think I made a mistake, following Hyojin,” you pause, “I don’t want to marry him, Changyoon.”
“Then why did you say yes-”
“-How am I supposed to say no in front of a crowd of people, did you see everyone? Every one of those people knows me.”
“Do you love him?”
You freeze, turning your eyes towards the table. You can feel Changyoon’s gaze on you, waiting for your response.
“Changyoon, please-”
“-Don’t avoid the question, do you still love him?” Changyoon repeats.
“I don’t know,” you admit, “I think moving in with him and going to the same college was a mistake.”
“Even if you didn’t move then. Eventually, the two of you would have ended up living together.”
“Changyoon, I’m trying to say I wished I broke up with him and went to the same school as you.”
You sigh, leaning against the back of your chair. Changyoon knits his eyebrows together, nodding. He and Hyojin were friends, but during the music festival freshman year, their relationship fell apart. Hyojin wanted to show off, looking back, you can understand why Changyoon was upset. The next years of your high school career were spent with you, in the middle, of your best friend and boyfriend’s argument.
“It’s been five years, don’t let the way you feel now ruin how happy you were with him,” Changyoon looks around the room.
“Y’N,” Hyojin rests his hand on your shoulder.
Changyoon’s eyes lock onto his hand on your shoulder.
“Jaeyoung wants me to go meet some of his friends. Can you go back on your own?” Hyojin leans down, closer to your ear.
You hum, nodding your head, sending a gentle smile towards him when he pulls back. You wave to Jaeyoung as well. Jaeyoung was never someone you were close to, but in high school, he always seemed nice enough. Hyojin leans down once more, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. Your eyes linger on Hyojin and Jaeyoung as they leave.
“Do you want to leave?” Changyoon pushes his seat back, waiting for you to respond.
“Do you?”
“I didn’t want to come in the first place,” Changyoon admits.
“Then, why did you?”
You laugh, Changyoon sighs.
“I was hoping to see you.”
You hum, nodding your head, you would be lying if you said you were not hoping to run into him as well. The two of you lost contact after you went to college with Hyojin.
“Where should we go?”
“The Yangnyeom chicken place we used to go is still open,” Changyoon suggests.
“Let’s go then.”
Both you and Changyoon stand from your seats, heading to the doors. Changyoon holds the door open for you; you mutter a soft thank you, he hums in response, following behind you. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you while you walk towards his car. Music plays softly from his stereo once he turns his car on.
“Do you want to hook your phone to my car?” He asks, pointing towards the Bluetooth option on the screen.
“Sure.”
Once your phone is connected, you select a random playlist playing it on shuffle. The two of you, once again, fall into a comfortable silence you turn towards the window watching the lights pass. The drive to the restaurant goes by quickly Changyoon parks in the parking lot for the nearby office building.
“Changyoon, it’s been a while since you’ve dropped by.”
Changyoon laughs nodding his head: “Mrs. Park, do you recognize who I’m with? It’s been even longer since she’s come.”
“Y’N?” She hesitates.
“Yes, Mrs. Park, it is me.”
You laugh, she quickly seats the two of you, Changyoon orders for both of you, the same as you would order in high school. The two of you laugh, pointing towards the polaroids and sticky notes on the wall that belong to the two of you. Mrs. Park sits your order between the two of you, her eyes lingering on you.
“Y’N, you’ve grown into such a beautiful lady,” she coos.
“Thank you.”
“Mrs. Park, can we get two beers and a bottle of soju?” Changyoon asks, leaning on the table.
She hums, heading back to the kitchen of the restaurant. Changyoon nudges your shoulder.
“Do you want to take a new picture to put up?”
“Yeah, sure.”
You agree, shrugging your shoulders. Mrs. Park comes back with the requested drinks. Changyoon brings up taking another photo, she gestures to where the polaroid is. Changyoon stands up, retrieving the camera before coming back to his seat. Mrs. Park takes the photo she shows it to both of you, then goes to hang it on the wall with the others.
Changyoon only takes small sips of his beer throughout the dinner. You being the one doing most of the drinking, even taking the rest of his beer at some point. Changyoon had partially been expecting this, he figured, you would want to drink, after the situation at the reunion. Changyoon watches you in awe while you mumble and slur insults at Hyojin, who is not present. Changyoon checks the time on his phone, sighing.
“Y’N, stay here while I’ll pay, then I’ll drive you home.”
You rest your cheek against the table, lazily shooting him a thumbs up. Changyoon shakes his head, keeping his eyes on you while he heads to the counter.
“Are the two of you dating?” Mrs. Park asks quietly.
“No, she’s seeing the guy she’s been cursing all night,” Changyoon laughs.
“Y’N, let’s go,” Changyoon pats your back.
You hum, pulling yourself from the seat unsteadily. Changyoon grabs onto your arm to help steady you; he guides you towards the door and back to the parking lot where his car is. The ride back is blurry, mostly because you fell asleep shortly after he started driving. You wake up once Changyoon’s hand slides behind your back and under your knees to lift you from the seat.
“Sorry, I can walk,” you mumble, Changyoon sighs.
“Just let me carry you, you’re still stumbling.”
Changyoon mutters, watching you struggle, holding onto the side of the car. You agree, allowing him to carry you on his back.
“Wait, where are we?”
“My apartment, you fell asleep before I could get your address. I was not going to text Hyojin.”
You laugh, shaking your head at his words. Changyoon drops you down onto his couch, you feel much soberer after your nap in his car. He sighs, sitting next to you.
“I’m going to end things with Hyojin.”
“Are you sure that, that, is what you want to-”
You cup Changyoon’s cheek, turning his face towards your own, you press his lips to yours. You are probably going to regret this in the morning when you are not tipsy. Right now, though, at this moment, kissing Changyoon feels right. He rests his hand on your cheek as well, his hand pushing into your hair. You scoot closer to him, wanting to be closer. Changyoon presses his forehead against your own, his breath fanning over your face.
“Are you sure,” Changyoon’s voice shakes, “that you are not going to regret this?”
You tilt your head forward, pressing another chaste kiss to his lips.
Hey ! Could you write me a fic with YesungxFemale Reader. Yesung is drunk and can’t keep his hands off the reader and is the Dom with some smut. Thanks !
Hi! Sorry this request is a little bit too on the line of bordering sexual assault for me to feel comfortable writing it. If someone is drunk you should not sleep with them, personal opinion.
I could write this still if you are okay with me changing the request a little bit. Maybe making both of them a little tipsy after dinner & things go from there, I would just rather not write a smut scenario where only one of them is drunk.
I know I don't have a specific set of rules, I hope you are not upset at me for denying the request. I am willing to write it still if you are okay with my change suggestion, please get back to me! I'll pin this ask in the hopes you see it~
Hi, It’s me Ari Song aka Admin: Sxng. Please, please take the time to read this, I am literally begging. It has been around two years I think since I have made a serious post like this. I’m going to section this into the 3 different things I bring up in the title of this post.
Demotivation:
I have steadily been losing my motivation for this blog since around mid-2018. No one interacts with my blog anymore. I feel like the personality of my blog is gone, I feel like now no matter what I write someone will read it just because it is there. Since it is fanficiton someone will read it, I have been trying to ignore that for around a year. I can’t ignore it anymore, I really can’t. I spent two days near the beginning of August crying because I wasn’t sure when I would be able to write again, but when I came to check on my blog it didn’t matter really.
I’m pretty sure no one noticed I was gone. I didn’t post but one time in July, I made a hiatus post (that I later deleted), but I don’t know if anyone saw it or not, because no one interacted. I didn’t even get an ask. I’m not saying people have to interact with my blog or my personal/update posts, but it really is so disheartening to feel like I don’t matter. Anyone could be writing these posts & it wouldn’t effect anything. For a long time I didn’t understand why I started to feel this way. I do understand why now.
To explain why I started to feel this way I need to talk about intrinsic and extrinsic rewards. When I started this blog, it was, to me an “intrinsic reward” I had a community of people that was relatively small to where I knew most of them. I felt satisfied with my work and I was doing it more for me than I was for others. Somewhere along the line it became more about validation and less about my satisfaction. Which would make it an extrinsic award because I was trying to obtain something. Extrinsic rewards don’t work for me long term. I really feel like I lost part of myself working to make other people happy, I work as a freelance writer too now so I never write for myself anymore.
My freelance writing and my blog feel the same to me. I feel like I’m writing for a client constantly, that is the only way I can think to explain it in simpler words.
Disinterest:
I have become detached from this blog. I became indifferent to it, I stopped putting my all into the scenarios that I wrote, I just wrote them because I felt like I had to. Since they were requests. I really tried to keep myself interested because I love writing. I am not disinterested with writing, I have 3 novels of my own, a collab with my brother, and I’m translating a novel for my Thai friend Sung. I still love to write, I’ve just lost what I like about Pocket-scenarios. I have nostalgia for this blog and I am not giving it up. I just do not know when I will be back or if I will ever get back to the level of interest and care I had for this blog. I did and I do genuinely love this blog. You can look at my masterlist and tell that I do care about this blog, if I didn’t I would not have bothered to set it up the way it is.
I feel like for me to solve my disinterest issue I might have to step away from request work for awhile and focus on posts that I want to make instead.
Self-Destruction:
I am going to give a trigger warning before this part: A suicide attempt is briefly mentioned in this section.
I made this blog in August of 2016, but the original team of admins that I had those being: Myself(Babyboiii), Yuna(WWT), Guiying(WS), Hiroi(FairyTimoteo), and Hua(KF) we had been working together since the end of the previous year. I started writing fanfiction as an escape after a Suicide attempt that happened in October of 2015. I had written some before then, but I started posting it after that attempt. It helped me a lot when I built a community, people would respond to my A’Ns and actually talk to me, it helped me to pull myself back together, I had something to look forward to.
I am not going to lie I feel like I let this blog consume me too much, I let it get too far to the point that I felt like this blog was all I had. So when my interactivity started to go down, it scared me, I started to lose motivation. When I realized I was becoming demotivated I still kept pushing myself to write, and yeah, the grammar got better, but the actual substance of my scenarios is lacking I can admit that myself. I hated that I was becoming like that and I fell into some bad habits again, I am extremely thankful to my roommate because he has been helping me a lot since my injury and mental decline.
I started to have really bad thoughts last month. I didn’t act on them because, I live with someone else. It is kinda sad that the only reason I did not attempt suicide again was because of him, but I’m also glad he is staying with me for that fact alone. I am not going to dig deeper into my self-destruction I just wanted to briefly go over it.
My Conclusion:
I didn’t check my grammar on this, forgive me. I can hardly type and this took me from the 3rd to the 25th to actually finish typing. What I am going to do is basically I am going to step back, this blog is going to be in indefinite hiatus, or I will be at least.
(Admin: Sxng, it is PS’s 4th birthday soon so I’m bringing back one of our most popular formats. Also this one is shorter in comparison to the others I think. It has been awhile since I checked out the older ones)
The cutest dork
He’s bouncy and really energetic most of the time.
He can be hard to keep up with sometimes because of just how energetic he is.
Forehead kisses at random
He is so clumsy
He knows how to laugh at himself though
Kinda embarrassing in public
Probably makes you want to hide in a hole on a regular basis.
Yoonho is, of course, human and does have low days.
He typically keeps his issues to himself, he’ll write them into lyrics in an attempt to get them off of his chest.
Yoonho would rather not get you down when he is, so he tends to go quiet for a few days when something happens.
If he is still having a hard time after a few days he will confide in you, but he apologizes while doing it.
You really just want him to know he doesn’t have to apologize but he still does, no matter how many times you tell him it’s not necessary.
He invites you to the studio when he is working on something new
Despite his busy schedule he always tries to give you an update so you don’t worry about why he is not answering.
He brings you souvenirs from tours.
Yoonho is always so bright while talking about stories from tour
It makes you feel warm, listening to how happy he is.
Mature Part:
He’s clumsy, he struggles a bit to get his clothes off
He gets nervous easily, but it’s cute.
Yoonho wants to make you feel good
He likes to watch your expression while he touches you.
Laughing during sex happens a lot with the two of you
His hands are always somewhere on you
Your thighs and hips are particularly a favorite of his
He likes to leave hickeys, but only in places where he can see them
He loves holding you during sex.
You on his lap with his arms wrapped around you middle, his head pressing against your shoulder.
He is not loud during sex most of the time, but he does whimper and gasp into your shoulder.
He also rambles sweet nothings
He likes having his hair pulled but won’t admit it
Also won’t admit that he loves being praised too, but please keep praising him.
After sex the two of you usually end up just cuddling until you fall asleep, well as long as it is at night.
If it is during the day the two of you usually end up in the shower together.
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14: “Are you mad at me?”
22: Giving you their jacket.
Hyunggu is late, four hours late, to be exact. If it was someone else, you would have left after the first hour, but this is Hyunggu. Your best friend, someone who has never done something like this before. Of course, you were worried, but then he answered your text, he was caught in a meeting but promised to be there soon, two hours ago. You sigh, deciding to leave, even if he is finally on his way.
Nothing ever goes your way, of course, it is raining when you decide to leave, and of course, you did not bring an umbrella. Before your internal monologue of various swears directed at your friend can begin, the hood of his jacket is resting on your head.
"Y'N," he says breathily as if he as just run here, "I'm so sorry, I forgot about meeting you, and then the meeting got called."
"I should have texted you sooner."
"Are you mad at me?"
"Of course."
Hyunggu laughs: "I'll make it up to you tomorrow since it's late."
"Don't forget this time," you tease.
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2: They confess their feelings for you.
32: Love notes.
You blink your eyes open, rubbing the sleep from them, the lecture is over, so is your nap. You could have kept sleeping if not for your friend San running up and shaking you.
"Who wrote you a love letter?" He teases.
You shrug, stretching your arms out in front of yourself. You pull the sticky note from the canned coffee, holding it up to read it.
"I don't know who left it," you trail off, "did you see anyone sit back here with me?"
San shakes his head, hand holding the strap of his bag while he things.
"Kang Yeosang?"
"Yeosang," you parrot, "he doesn't seem like the type to do something like this."
San snatches the note from your hand reading it aloud: "You always fall asleep in class, how will you pass the exam? If you figure out who I am, I'll give you my notes."
"You're lucky if it is him, he's the top of this class," San laughs.
You let out a heavy sigh, allowing your friend to drag you to the library, which is where Yeosang spends his time between lectures, according to San, at least. Yeosang waves at the two of you once you get near to his table. San is quick to split off from you, absentmindedly wandering the aisles of the university library.
"Were you the one who left this?" You rush out, holding the sticky note towards him, he hums.
"How did you know?"
You sigh, lowering the note to your side: "San."
"San?"
"Yeah."
"How did he know?"
You shrug sitting in the chair across from his: "it's San."
"Did you drink the coffee I left?" Yeosang asks, leaning his head on the back of his hand.
"Not yet."
"It's my favorite," he trails off, "I don't give it away to just anyone, only someone I like."
Yunho:
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Same Numbers
"You got another one?" Yunho whines, "who is it?"
You shrug handing the unopened letter to him: "read it if you want."
"Doesn't it bother you?"
"Not really, it happens a lot," you sigh, "they're not from the person I like so it doesn't matter."
Yunho nods, your words not properly registering in his head while he is reading the note. He leans against the lockers, his lips pressed together, in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed.
"Wait," he turns towards you, "who do you want one from?"
"You."
You step closer to him, taking the note from his hand: "that's not going to happen though, is it?"
"It can."
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Hi! It’s me, Sxng, I’m back. My Hiatus is over if anyone noticed I was on one.
It is the month of August & that means Pocket-scenarios turns 4 this month on the 21st. Instead of just doing something for that one day though, instead I decided I’m going to try to do something every day of this month, mostly I’ll be posting some request work that I took time to do during my break while I was not posting or actively monitoring my blog. I’m going to try to get some smuts done as well, but I make no promises on that because they take me 5 years apparently. Wait til next year that’s when all the smuts will release I guess.
(The reason why I am not promising to update every day is because I have to wear a wrist brace on my right hand & now I might have COVID because of my cousin. That is a long story that I do not want to delve into, but needless to say I am pissed off at my cousin. So like Carpal tunnel + Covid is what is stopping me from getting everything done, I’m sorry for that, I will still do my best.)
I am also working on an overhaul of the masterlist to make it look better & transition better from Page 1 to Page 2. + New company pages for Page 2. Also while on the topic of “overhauls” make sure you go back to check some of the older posts because a lot of them have gotten a massive update from their original post date.
For anyone new to the blog I want to mention that Requests are always open! We do not have a general set of rules for our requests, but I will not write anything to do with r*pe play or any type non-con smut.
I am going to work really hard to get a lot of posts up this month for the anniversary, thank you for coming to the blog and sticking around if you decided to follow us.
16: There’s a younger girl who likes them, but they like you.
20: Back hugs.
You are done, it is too much, seeing him with her is too much. No matter how many times he tells you there is nothing between them, it does not feel like nothing. There is nothing between the two of you either; why does it feel like you caught your lover cheating?
“Y’N, wait.”
Dongheon grabs your wrist, but you quickly break out of his grip. He grabs onto your forearm this time, wrapping his other around your middle.
“Listen to me, please,” he pleads with you.
“Thirty seconds.”
“I only need fifteen,” he murmurs.
You brush your hair away from your face, turning around to face him, his arms dropping to his sides.
“I like you, a lot, Y’N,” he rushes, pausing to scan over your face, “go out with me?”
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