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hey guys! It's junior year and my schedule is more packed than ever, so I'm sorry that I haven't had time to write! For spring break, I have planned to upload more chapters of transgression, as well as other scenarios that I have saved! thanks for staying with us even on our hiatus!

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hey guys, it’s me, admin m! I’m back!!

I’m so excited to return to the blog and write for you again!

I can continue transgression, but I will only do so if there is a popular opinion, so please like this post if you would like me to do so!

thank you for having me back!

my blog is @celestialbin (it looks kind of ugly right now so please excuse!)

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Okay, Children's Etiquette is REALLY REALLY GOOD! Can you pleaseeeee do a second part of it about them falling in love?

I’m glad you enjoyed it! To be honest I wasn’t planning on making a second part, but you never know ^^

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Children’s Etiquette

type: oneshot

genre: crack/fluff

synopsis: In which the man in the elevator is ruining your first day at work

author’s note: I’m honestly sad that I haven’t been able to put out as many fics as I could be but hope you guys enjoy this one

It’s stupid and unnecessary, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel riled up.

“You started it.”

The glowing floor counter flashes a red number two as the elevator lightly jolts and ascends. Your hands are squeezed under the pressure of your crossed arms and you can feel your shoulders tense up. Eyes glaring at the floor, you look at the guy next to you, whose facial expression reads annoyed. 

It started when you tore through the front doors of the building, scrambling to the elevators with a prayer thrown up in the air that hopefully you won’t get held up waiting for one. First day at a new job and you’re running late.

You remember the relief you felt when you saw this elevator with its doors wide open, like a carriage waiting to save your life, until the one person currently in the elevator with you subtly reached over and repeatedly stabbed the close doors button, eyes averted to the side. 

He coughs. You wrinkle your nose. 

The elevator doors open on the second floor. A draft of cool air enters the stuffy space, smoothing out the wrinkles on your forehead from your furrowed eyebrows. The doors close after a moment and the elevator rises. In your anger, you had pressed all of the buttons. It seemed like a good idea at first, but now that you thought about it, it would only make you later. 

It’s silent.

“Well?” You begin, voice calm. “No apology?”

He smacks his lips. “I don’t really have one.”

“Well, you should. That’s really rude of you.”

He glances at you before looking away, gaze straight ahead as he stubbornly replies. “I don’t know what to say...”

“”I’m sorry”? That might work.” You’re looking at him now, eyes icy.

You hear him shuffle to his left, trying to edge away from you. You take a step to the left, heels clicking loudly. He shakes out his right arm so his expensive Rolex watch slides down his wrist. You zero in on the accessory before scoffing and pointing a finger.

“Rich guy, huh? A Rolex watch? What’s your suit, Armani?” 

Pursed lips. “Actually, it’s Brioni.”

You have no idea what Brioni is, but you assume it’s expensive. It has to be, with a name like that. “Well, lemme tell you something: I don’t make a lot. Okay? I was gonna be late today if you didn’t let me catch this elevator.”

The elevator doors open. The counter gleams the number three.

“...huh.”

“Yeah, “huh”. Do you know what it’s like for a new employee like me to be late? Do you?” You almost want to cry. “It’s death.”

The doors close. 

“...well, if you didn’t press all the floors, you might be there already.” The guy says, turning to look at you with confidence.

“You started it, remember.”

“You didn’t have to continue it.”

You shut your mouth. His lips grow into a small smirk. You want to punch him. 

“Okay, fine. I shouldn’t have. But at least you’re late too.” You retort childishly, crossing your arms again and turning to look at the glowing numbers. They seem to mock you.

“I’m my own boss, so that’s not a problem.” He gives you a quick smile before it turns into a grimace. “Honestly, who would hire you?”

Who does he think he is? “Uh, the most successful CEO in this building?”

“Oh?” The guy’s eyes widen slightly before crinkling his nose. “You’re going to work for Mr. Choi Seungcheol?”

“I won’t be if I’m late.” You mutter under your breath. You raise your voice and tilt your chin upwards in pride. “and yes, I will be. Why? Is Mr. Choi annoying?”

“Uh, no. Just...” The guy’s voice trails off as he mumbles, something along the lines of his secretary making a mistake.

You ignore it. “You said you’re your own boss? What company?”

He snaps his head upwards to look at you, a strange glint in his eyes. “Oh, a big one. You don’t need to know, I wouldn’t want you snooping.” 

Scoffing, you turn away from him. The elevator already hit the fourth floor while you two were talking. Now, the doors slide open on the fifth floor, followed by quiet rumbling noises. The air is still, until you decide to walk out of the elevator. The man raises an eyebrow. “This isn’t your floor. Mr. Choi’s office is--”

“I know what floor it’s on! I just can’t wait like this.” You huff. “I’m taking the stairs.” 

As you turn to walk away, you stop and turn on your heel. “Good day to you. By the way, I’m reporting you for rude conduct. You should be a gentleman and hold the doors open next time.” 

The man laughs, head tilted to the ceiling. “Good luck reporting your boss on the first day of work.” 

There’s a moment. In your mind, his words register slowly, piecing together chunk by chunk, before you realize--

“You’re joking.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not.” 

The elevator doors start to slide close. You don’t even realize your mouth is open as the man, Mr. Choi Seungcheol, lifts his hand out of his pants pocket and waves his fingers at you. “See you at the office, newbie.”

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PSA: Regarding Admin Applications and Exciting News

Due to an unexpected but exciting turn of events, we have decided to close admin applications. The reason is, Admin M has decided to return to the blog! (for good, of course, taking breaks when needed). In the future, if we decide to add another writer to our team, we will pull out the applications submitted. If you have already submitted an application and would like to withdraw it from future evaluation, please message us and we will remove your application from our collection. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation. Also, thank you to everyone who submitted an application. We are very grateful and we appreciate your interest in Seventeen Scenarios. 

-Admin Sydney, Admin Alison, and Admin M

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Are admin apps still going on?

We will be making an announcement soon addressing admin applications, but for now, you may send in an application!

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pLEASE UPDATE TRANSGRESSION! I honestly just started reading it, and finished the 5 chapters. I was scrolling down and saw that the last time you updated Transgression was like in September or something. So if you were to update it, it wouldn't be only me who were to be happy, but all those people who have read it from that time. Thank you, and I hope you take this request into thought!

Anon, while I myself would also like Transgression to be updated, unfortunately it won’t happen for a while. Admin M is the creator of this beautiful fanfiction and she’s been very busy in her private life. Unless Admin Sydney or I can continue the story with the plot she created, Transgression will not be updated for a long time. I’m really sorry to all the fans of the story (like I said, before I joined this blog as an admin, I was also anticipating every new chapter), but hopefully Admin M will allow us to continue Transgression or she will find time to finish it herself. 

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Boundless II (Woozi)

type: oneshot

genre: mystery/suspense

synopsis: a second video came up and left you even more confused

a/n: i know some of you have been waiting for this so here we go! 

want to be an admin?

Part One

Your phone screen blinked and you stood, still, for over half an hour trying to figure out where this message came from. Dashing outside, you looked around for something – anything – that could be a clue as to where it came from. The trees were still and nothing beyond them moved. The streetlights shone brightly down without casting a suspicious shadow.

Nothing.

What did it even mean? The world works in mysterious ways? You knew that. Maybe it works in the ways we want it to? Like what? You didn’t know the answer to that one. 

You walked inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind you, and into the kitchen. It was getting late, around 11 o’clock, when you heard the TV crackle from the living room. It’s nothing, you thought. Just go to bed. Maybe you were dreaming? You couldn’t help but have these thoughts as you climbed the stairs to your room. Your head was heavy with the amount of things it was thinking right now. You groaned. A headache ingrained itself in you. All you wanted was sleep. 

You walked into the corner coffee shop and the bell above you dinged. Looking around for your friend, you walked up to the counter to order your drink. “Uh, just an iced tea, please,” you asked and the barista handed you a number. After seeing them wave from the corner of your eye, you took your number and turned quickly, bumping into someone as you did so. He was wearing all black and had a sharp look in his eye. “Sorry,” you mumbled, jolting away. That’s weird, you thought. Why did he look at me like that? But you shrugged it off. Everything was weird right now. 

As soon as you sat down, your friend began to talk your ear off. “What do you mean a video just showed up of Jihoon? That doesn’t make any sense,” your best friend asked as they sipped through the straw if their drink. After he left, they hated him. They hated him for leaving you without warning, but you did, too. A little. 

“I don’t know,” you sighed, rubbing your hands over your face. “It doesn’t make sense, but it happened. And I want to know where it came from.”

“Well, no shit you want to know where it came from. But if that’s the only thing you have, how are you going to find the rest of the video, or, potentially, him?”

You didn’t think of that. Jihoon never gave any idea to you that he was making a video. After all the times you were over at his house, you didn’t notice anything related to DVDs or videocameras or anything of that nature. “I don’t know.”

That was the only thing you seemed to know at that point. Nothing. 

The second video played the minute you walked in the door. You threw your backpack on the floor and slid into the living room, as fast as lightning. His voice carried through the screen. Just like last time, his face was close to the screen. You smiled softly as he gave a shy wave. You missed him.

“So,” he started, “you’re probably really confused and I don’t blame you for wanting to kick my ass. But here’s the thing. You and I, we might be young, but I know we’re supposed to be together. And I know you’re thinking, ‘Well, Jihoon, we would be if you were here.’ But I can’t be there. Know why? You’re too good for me. The way you complete every task with perfection and the way you work hard for everything you’ve achieved. You’re amazing. And here I am. A coward. Because I ran from you. Can you forgive me?”

His eyes began to water and your heart felt crushed. You wanted to forgive him, but all of the confusion bubbled inside of you. Where were all of these videos coming from? Why were they already in the tape player? A cold shiver ran down your neck and you turned. Nothing was behind you. Why did that keep happening, too? He began talking again, and you turned your attention back to the screen after looking behind you one last time.

“Even if you can’t,” he smirked, “do you think you can find me?”

The screen went black. Credits with unfamiliar words started rolling, slowly, then so quickly you couldn’t even make out the jumbled up letters. They stopped, suddenly, after a few minutes. A few letters disappeared and you noticed numbers mixed in, too. Everything was gone, except four numbers that were almost so small you couldn’t make them out. You stepped closer to the screen, squinting to make them out.

0528.

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Omg that morning Hansol scenario was so cuteeee tho, I wish I could wake up like that everyday 😂😘

Thank you!! I wish I had someone to wake up with lol

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Hi there! What are the admins blogs? I'd love to follow you both. :)

AHHH! You are so cute :’) 

Sydney: woncoups

Alison: hansvernon

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The Photos (Wonwoo)

type: oneshot

genre: angst/fluff/something in between??

synopsis: he helped.

a/n: **Trigger Warning** This does mention death, so please read with caution.

I always liked watching the clouds turn in their slow orbit around the world. This one must have been over California a few hours ago, I thought. And I liked the sweet smell of summer flowers that got caught in the wind and swept over the small, lush field I found myself in most afternoons. I liked the way new books gave off a fresh feeling that captivated and pulled you in to its fiction adventure. 

But, most of all, I liked the way he pulled me in to be apart of his adventure. I was hesitant at first, but he didn’t fail. He knew he wouldn’t. Wonwoo always told me, “One day, you’ll know I was right." 

Right about what, you might be asking? Well, I’ll tell you. 

There I was, one freezing winter night in the middle of December, watching the thrashing, cold river race right before me. Feeling my tears turn from hot to cold immediately after they felt the crisp air. Feeling my shattered heart fill with grief inside of me – I lost my dad early that morning, around two or so. He was battling for so long. One of the strongest men I knew, taken over by sickness. A hole was carved out of me when they told us, "We’re sorry. We did everything we could.”

I remember I had walked to the edge of the overlook. Staring down at the dark, splashing water, I cried. I cried harder than I ever had and felt my tears become one with the river. But I wanted to become one with it, too. I screamed into the inky night. Curses and sobs mixed with the empty air and were ultimately drowned out by the silent of the night. My coat was thrown onto the ground, shivering commenced up and down my body, but I didn’t feel it. I didn’t notice. I didn’t want to notice. I didn’t want to become cold like the daring winter months. I wanted to be warm and I wanted to be free from this deadly, terrifying world I found myself in. I wanted to jump. 

Until I heard a voice behind me, that would change everything. “Stop,” it said, and I stood, with my arms out to my side, ready to be carried by gravity and away from this place, still. “I don’t know who you are. And I don’t know why you want to do this. But let me tell you right now that there are so many things in this world to be happy about. The small, dots of stars in the sky above you. That’s something. The way the moon is smiling down at you right now. You don’t want to disappoint it by jumping, do you?" 

I glanced up. The crescent of the moon shined directly over me. Two stars were placed gently above it, a sure sign that my father was smiling down. "Maybe it would smile harder if I jumped,” I said, being irrational. My father wouldn’t smile, no, but I would – knowing I would be with him. 

“No,” he said. “It would frown because you would be gone.”

Wonwoo, as I later came to find out was his name, was a friend of the world. He was someone who constantly wanted to uncover the graces the earth left us with and I had somehow become his partner. He would drive us tens, sometimes hundreds, of miles across the country just to go to one waterfall for thirty minutes. Then, shortly after, we would leave to travel to an old bridge that he found scrolling through the depths of the Internet. “It has a long history,” he would say. “Ancient soldiers used to march back and forth to see their families in the small village next to it.” I would nod as he talked. 

I never really understood why he took me on all of these conquests, although I often had to take photos of him in front of his so called “discoveries”. Occasionally, he would take one of me, too, if it was a spot I particularly liked that time. The next time he saw me, I would be handed a small envelope of one of the photographs I took. “To remember,” Wonwoo would say. My room was filled with them. They were taped to the wall and threaded with string across the ceiling. He was right. I remembered. When looking at the picture of him almost slipping off a rock, I remember when I told him it was dangerous. “No it’s not,” he said, then took it back when his foot slid off the slick surface. I remember the koi pond we stumbled upon when I looked at the picture of his profile. He bent down towards the fish, eyes glistening, and I hurried to take a photo. The most spontaneous moments were the best ones with him. Every moment was a good one with him.

We stood by the river a year later, hand in hand. It was dark. It was cold, just like you’d expect it to be in December, but it wasn’t too cold with him by my side. We walked for a bit, on the anniversary of my father’s death. I didn’t want to be at home. 

He never asked me about my dad, for he knew it was a touchy subject. But tonight, I told him everything. I told him about the way my dad would throw me in the air when I was small and I would feel like I could touch the sky. I told him about how his favorite color was blue because it was the color of loyalty.

Later on, we sat down. My hands were red from the cold air that bit at them and his nose was pink from the chill. He opened his bag and sorted through it, looking for something he said he had for me. When he had found it, he told me to close my eyes. Placed in my hands was a book. A book of all the memories he had given me. I opened it, and the first picture I saw left me breathless. It was dark, of course, but I could make it out. It was me, standing with my arms out to my side, frozen in time, ready to jump. The next was, again, of me with a brokenness that had not yet healed. I stood on a park swing, my head rested on the chain. 

My demeanor through the book changed, however, as the photos went on. Mixed in with the ones of me were the ones I had taken of him. The memories that he had granted me. The places he had taken me. The things that he told me were to live for. Wonwoo told me the moon would frown if I was gone. And he was right. Because when I looked up at the murky sky that night, the moon smiled down brighter than I had ever seen before.

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[ Seventeen Scenarios Admin Applications ] 

Due to the indefinite hiatus of our beloved Admin M, Admin Sydney and I have decided to look for a new administrator for Seventeen Scenarios! We’re looking for at least one administrator who is able to actively participate and create content for this blog and the fandom. 

If you can’t apply, that’s okay! Please reblog this post and share the application link with others. We hope you consider applying for the position and thank you for reading this post! 

Details

Who: Anybody!

What: 

Fluent in English

Able to write often 

Some familiarity with the members (at least know their stage names)

Cooperative

How: Application form

[ DEADLINE IS JULY 15TH, 2016 ]

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Ante Meridiem (Vernon)

type: oneshot

genre: crack/fluff

synopsis: You’re not moving and neither is Hansol

a/n: Hope you like this one!! ^^

7:31 a.m.

You squint. Why is it so bright?

Something warm shifts next to you. You stop for a second, slightly panicked, before remembering you slept over at his place. Taking note of the messy bedroom (there’s like clothing everywhere) and the vague sound of a muffled alarm, you decide it’s probably early in the morning. With an empty sigh, you roll over, burying yourself in the covers. 

Your elbow meets someone’s face. You hear the person next to you groan. “Sorry,” you mumble. 

8:00 a.m.

“--ey.”

You shift. Did someone say something?

“What time is it?” The voice vibrates through your body, low and rough with sleep. 

“Too early.”

“Okay.”

8:15 a.m.

“Babe.”

“Stop talking to me.” You can’t describe the ridiculous amount of comfort and warmth you’re feeling in your current position and it makes you want to cry. “Let me sleep, please.”

Somewhere outside, a bird trills a short tune. 

You feel a hand slide over your waist. The heat burns through the blanket and into your skin, but it’s kind of nice. You drift back to sleep as the person next to you scoots closer. 

9:02 a.m.

You hear the shower running in the background and a strong singing voice, amplified by bathroom acoustics.

You moan. “Who--”

“Seungkwan.” Hansol mumbles into your hair. You can smell his shampoo and it’s pleasant. 

You find yourself leaning back into his chest, letting yourself indulge in the surge of heat and green apple. “Make him stop.”

“What, you want me to walk in on him?” He drawls groggily. “That’s kind of rude.”

“Please don’t be sarcastic. It’s too early for that.”

“Okay.”

10:24 a.m.

“So.” 

You feel someone exhale warmly onto your exposed neck. Your shirt slightly slides down your shoulder, exposing more skin to the morning air. Hansol’s hair tickles your heavy eyes. You close them, breathing through your nose as you try to fall asleep again, ignoring the beckoning call of sunshine and the boy next to you.

“Hey. Hello.”

You resist the urge to answer, pursing your lips together.

You feel lips graze your ear. A singsong voice. “Good morning.”

“Hansol.”

He hums in response, a triumphant smile spreading on his lips as he stares at your profile, happy you’re finally responding.

“It’s too early to get up.” 

“You do realize it’s around ten in the morning right?”

Dang. You blink at the white ceiling of Hansol’s room before gripping the blankets and hastily rolling over, your elbow knocking into someone’s sharp jaw. You hear a yell and you hold back a laugh as Hansol smacks your shoulder. “What was that for?”

“For not letting me sleep.” You smile into your pillow.

It’s silent. After a while, drowsiness replaces your earlier ecstasy. You can see a peek of golden sunlight from the corner of your eye. Your ears pick up the quiet but insistent ticking of your leather watch on the nightstand, the sound crisp against the still air. It’s actually a really nice morning to wake up to, but your body refuses to move. The warmth of the covers and Hansol’s body heat has you trapped.

With a sigh, you turn around. You jump back, surprised at the close proximity of Hansol’s honey eyes and fluttering lashes. He’s been staring at your back for the longest time until you turned around. 

“Jeez, don’t do that.” You breathe, closing your eyes and snuggling deeper in your blankets. 

Vaguely, you feel Hansol’s gaze on you, inspecting every detail, every line, on your face. A finger is brushing against your cheek, causing you to tense at the contact. You think he’s smiling. 

“Hansol.”

“Hm?”

“Are you gonna get up?”

“Are you gonna get up?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

You open your eyes. He’s laying next to you, his pupils unbelievably deep. Gleaming, swirling blackholes. Your heart starts to do that thing it does everytime you’re around him. You can’t really breathe. 

11:06 a.m.

“So.” 

“So.” You breathe out. 

“Are we just gonna stay in bed all day?”

“What if we get hungry?”

Hansol blinks once before reaching for his phone on the nightstand behind him. Thumbs move quickly across a glowing screen before he locks his phone and places it back on the nightstand. “We got a servant now.” 

He smiles. You’re confused.

Then you hear someone walking up the hallway, clothed footsteps increasing in volume. Someone’s at the door and pushing it open. Seungkwan’s hair is still damp from his shower, but he’s already dressed for the day. He looks between the two of you before focusing on Hansol, a scarily calm smile on his face. 

“Hansol.” Seungkwan starts, raising his phone up. “What the heck is this text?”

“I’m just asking for breakfast.”

“Hansol, you called me your bit--” He stops. He can’t even say it. “Your servant.”

“Please? For me?” Hansol presses his palms together. “Just this once?”

Hansol smiles. Seungkwan furrows his eyebrows and throws up his hands before closing (read: slamming) the door. You look over your shoulder at Hansol, who looks back at you. 

“Guess we’re gonna die of starvation.” You say, patting his cheek with your right hand. 

He shakes his head before throwing the covers, effectively cocooning you before wrapping himself around your clothed frame. “Hansol!” You scream, voice muffled. You can hear the timbre of his laugh through the thick comforter, the sound crawling up your spine. When you start to get a little too warm, you kick and thrash until he lets go. 

“Your hair is so messy.” He giggles, pointing at your bedhead.

“Thanks. Thank you.”

There’s a nice moment where his laugh settles and turns into a softened smile, with the sunlight filtering through his irises and lighting them into a honey glow. You watch as his long lashes flutter as he blinks slowly, rubbing his sleepy eyes. 

“Hansol.” You say lowly, leaning in.

He stops, transfixed on you as you shuffle closer. Your faces are really close and you can see the smooth surface of his pale skin, the tender curl of his eyelashes, the cock of his eyebrow. His hand reaches to graze your forearm.

“Hard to resist me?” He whispers lowly.

You throw a pillow at him. 

12:12 p.m.

“We’re not getting up, are we?”

Your grip tightens around his torso. You can hear his heartbeat in your ear, a constant thrum that echoes through your head. After the intense pillow fight between the two of you, you literally had no energy left to do anything but lay in bed and cuddle. Hansol has an arm thrown around you, his fingers lightly grazing your forearm. You wish you could stay like this forever, glued to a bed and attached to him. 

“Never planned to, anyway.” You mumble.

You can hear him smile. “Okay.”

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Hoshi’s Birthday Masterlist

Happy Birthday to our giant sunshine and hardworking performance team leader! :)

Bookstore

Friday, I’m in Love

Puppy Love

Seat 26B

Summer Love

Smile

Insensitive

Injury

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Hello lovelies ☀if i may ask-will Transgression be continued? I am still absolutely in love with that story. And is The Voicemail also over?

Hello! Considering the fact that Transgression is Admin M’s story, Admin Alison and I have decided that we will not continue it, but in the chance that Admin M comes back, hopefully it will be worked on! As for The Voicemail, its continuation is undecided. ;-)

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REQUEST BOX IS OPEN!!

It’s open again! Please submit your requests ^^

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Hoshi’s Birthday Masterlist

Happy Birthday to our giant sunshine and hardworking performance team leader! :)

Bookstore

Friday, I’m in Love

Puppy Love

Seat 26B

Summer Love

Smile

Insensitive

Injury