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A/N: Here’s the first story from my hella late Christmas challenge with @gonnagetyoubaby. Took me a century but I ended up writing most of it in a single sitting. Anyway, enjoy!

ALOO & MANO’S CHRISTMAS WRITING CHALLENGE

1. “You’re cute when you’re freezing.”

Pairing: Sehun/Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Sehun is a jealous, Christmas-loving dick. You’re sick of Christmas and Sehun’s bullshit. Also Taeyong didn't deserve this disrespect.

It had all started one fine afternoon, just before the sun had started to set and a few minutes after the busy streets of Seoul were beginning to get covered in snow.

“Noona, are you sure you’re not cold? You can have my jacket.”

“Always the gentleman, Taeyong.”

“Don’t make me blush, noona.”

“You’re cute when you’re freezing.”

#sehun scenarios #sehun scenario #exo scenario #exo scenarios #sehun #exo #fluff

MEGABOX / Baekhyun / Part ONE

In which Baekhyun invites you to a watch a scary movie at the theater. I thought of making this story in a text format for the first time to combat my writer’s block. Enjoy.

For @gonnagetyoubaby

#baekhyun #baekhyun scenario #exo #text scenario #comedy #fluff #i guess this is fluff #exo scenario #baekhyun scenarios

lotte cinema

It’s short, it’s hasty, and y’all probably either forgot about me or thought I died. This bitch is back though. Here’s something for @gonnagetyoubaby because it was inevitable. Enjoy.

You were tired and confused, but you had to say that being back in Seoul felt better than ever. You had a uneventful yet long day, what with your broken AC and having to wait for the tardy repairman in the sweltering heat while trying to tame your hunger pangs. But all shall indeed pass, and you had found yourself sprinting over to the first place your legs could take you.

The gourmet waffle place you had accidentally run into the night before. You sighed to yourself, stepping into the sinful locale as you pretended to be an adult whose first meal of the day wasn't a waffle. You hadn't had chocolate since you arrived, you silently chanted to yourself.

It was sometime between you pouring extra chocolate syrup onto your waffle and regretting your dietary decisions when your phone lit up.

Baekhyun: heyhEY ;))))) so whos down 4 a movie bc dat me (3:43pm)

Your jaw locked as you chewed the last of your chocolate chip waffle, your eyes fixated on the bright screen of your phone and you wondered how it was possible to feel so much affection laced with disdain.

Sure... but why you gotta write like that (3:44pm)

You didn't realize you slammed the phone down on the table until you felt the inquisitive eyes of the cashier on you, immediately making you sink into your seat in embarrassment.

Baekhyun: rite how? lmaoooooo k but cum 2 lotte cinamon @ ate

................... (3:50pm)

Baekhyun: wat. pls reply i cud be dyeing. (3:56pm)

...that's it, I'm not going 🤦🏻‍♀️😑🙄

Baekhyun: no!!!!!!! I was just joking!!!! I'm sorry just come at 8pm okay!!!

💁🏻‍♀️😌 see you later.

Baekhyun: ilu <333333

And that's how you ended up at the movie theater you agreed to meet at, stood waiting by the food counter observing the sleuths of rowdy young people ordering popcorn.The shrill voices of the begone youth had created a creeping sensation to form at the pit of your stomach. As you witnessed in horror how a teenaged boy nonchalantly scooped his dropped popcorn from the dirty floor back to its container, you realized how much you messed up.

Baekhyun had an interesting way of watching movies, if one might say so. Similar to watching a movie with director's commentary, only if the director had no idea about films in general and was only able to express himself in gibberish and inane commentary.

You had agreed to a movie date with an overgrown child who suffers from temper tantrums when he's not the undivided subject of your attention.

Now, you would have been lying if you had said you were regretting accepting his offer. As much respect a film may call for, he is the only one you'd allow an interruption. Even though you didn't like to admit it.

Your legs had started to cramp and your patience was running thin. The LED display announcing the time taunted you.

7:47pm.

How dare he. How dare he not show up yet when he knows a movie needs to be respected with an early entrance. He had stopped answering your texts a good fifteen minutes earlier.

People had started flooding into the venue and the trailers were already playing when a sweaty mess of strawberry blond clouded your vision, and you didn't really have an excuse for your heart to beat so fast when you were the one standing still.

--

"My back hurts."

"Sit still."

"But it hurts!"

"Just shut up, please!"

A low, hurt whine was heard followed by silence and you had let out a sigh of relief. It hadn't even been twenty minutes into the movie and Baekhyun was already fussing about his seat, letting out occasional whines with his stuffed mouth full of popcorn.

"...did you know the first movie was," he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth, "by famed French director Louis Le Baguette?"

"Yeah," you had nodded absent-mindedly. "Wait, what?" you turned to him with a frown. "Just shut up, please!"

It went quiet again and you had started thinking how the general populace doesn't respect movie theaters like they should. They don't even care to find a seat with the best acoustics and they--

Tap. Tap. Tap, tap, tap. Whizz.

"Baekhyun," you hissed, "throw that damn popcorn into your piehole."

"Piehole?" he snorted, "sooooooo mature." His giggle deafened your ears. You rolled your eyes and decided it was for the best to just ignore him.

It was a few more terrible jokes later and a couple of pleadings from your side when you had felt a weight rest on your shoulder.

And as you admired the content smile on his now peaceful face, you thought that perhaps it was a small price to pay for this experience you wouldn't change for the world.

#baekhyun #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun scenarios #exo scenario #exo #exo scenarios #baekhyun imagine #exo imagine

airport drabble series #2

Now I can’t seem to sleep for the death of me.

I’ve been trying to understand why, as I laid upon my bed staring off into darkness as still body contrasted with my running mind.

I remember the times I could sleep well.

They’re memories full of energy, productivity and hope. The dreams that accompanied me in my blissful sleep were that of a parallel universe where I achieved success in everything and spent my days in quiet relaxation.

And for a good stretch of time I did live that life. I would naturally wake up at six o’clock in the morning and would go out for a walk in the park behind my house. I’d then come back home and work until starvation set in and I’d cave in to some food I shouldn’t eat.

Then one day I abruptly stopped doing all of that, without any reason or thinking. I think it was after you said this pattern wouldn’t get me anywhere despite what all those productivity blogs told me.

In retrospect, I think you might’ve been right. I stopped doing everything I knew and packed a suitcase and left it all behind me. Why doesn’t it feel like I lost everything? Perhaps none of it was mine from the beginning.

You left and then I left and so did my sleep and serenity.

#no tag

airplane drabble series #1

I was on an airplane last night and I remembered the baekhyun vegan muffin controversy and I don’t know why I did this. It must be the allergies.

“Now hold on a sec—“

“Sir, please step away from the door!”

“We are closed! Please come back on Monday!”

The footage was all over the internet. Instagram posts had millions of views, Facebook had a record number of likes and Twitter’s most popular hashtags were all about the same topic The Korea Herald perfectly illustrated in one title:

EXO’s Byun Baekhyun creates nationwide chaos after posting photo of muffin.

Now you would think this must be an exaggeration, right? A singer posts a picture of a vegan muffin on his personal social media account and the small bakery said muffin was bought from soon collapses due excessive orders.

How ridiculous.

Well, think again. Some may think it was all a marketing ploy orchestrated by a failing, small-town bakery to revive sales like never before, or some others may believe this whole incident is a prime example of how this nation’s youth are mindless consumers of trash news who are driving this country into its demise.

Cynical thinking aside, if you truly think about it why would this be a bad thing? A popular singer posts a photo of a muffin he happily indulges in during his hectic mornings, and thousands of people who admire this artist decide to have a try of this delicious muffin so they can have a piece of his daily routine. All while saving a local bakery from bankruptcy.

There’s always two sides in a coin, and sometimes heads is uglier than tails.

#baekhyun scenario #baekhyun #exo scenarios #im sorry yall

seraph [part one]

You could never work well with our group

Not with the faults we've found

So we've fixed you with cement galoshes

And no one can save you now

The celestial voice resonated across the stone cold walls. An enchanting lullaby, reminiscent of a spiritual chant laced with the poison of sin.

He was waiting for the sun to set. He found the castle of shells hidden deep within the picturesque coastal scenery that so contrasted with the inhabitants' intentions. He had never owned a watch and got lost on the way there, but it wouldn't be wrong to estimate it was long after noon, but yet early for the sunset he long yearned for.

On his way to the castle, the clouds formed an intricate pattern of silver, almost resembling the stepping stones he himself had to cross on his way to the Zenith.

"And so you have come." The voice was deep and poised, assuring as a mother's touch. "I had been waiting for you."

"Can you really help me?" His frail voice contrasted with his stark poise, a poise that commanded respect and adoration like that of a Roman emperor. The amber eyes hidden behind his determined gaze betrayed his fragile state. A pallor had taken over his sun kissed bronze skin, small beads of cold sweat falling down the wavy locks of his hair. Kim Jongin was a divine being, except for his actions betrayed his status, as he was being trialed for his sins.

"Why do you think I should help you?" He spoke with confident splendor, a deeply powerful voice that commanded the respect He deserved. To be called upon His presence would have been beyond unimaginable for the average commoner, the sole mention of His name having brought joy and rancor to those He commands as much as the pain brought by their inner darkness.

Jongin let out a sob. "I never meant to do what I did!" he cried. "I swear on the sea and the high heavens that I was framed." His voice sounded as broken as that of the souls who had perished in the last hours. "Those who faltered at the hands of evil--I was only trying to help them."

His bloody robes contrasted with the untainted, pure slate of marble flooring below his kneeled self. Kim Jongin was framed, and he would let Him know that it was them who claim devotion to the Zenith who wronged him in the cruelest of ways. He knew that it was nothing but a facade that of those who live of land and despise the seas despite the coastal nature of their homeland. Jongin was one of His, a figure of as much admiration and respect as the other six beings that formed part of the Zenith, only his gallant nobility never struck a chord with the common populace that one day would betray him.

They were as full of sin as Kim Jongin himself, yet he alone stood on this sacred day on trial.

-

The paragon had lost track of time. Hours passed, perhaps days -- or even months, as he laid destitute on the silver deck of rectitude for the corrupt. Jongin awaited for his sentence with a heart of despair whose dwindling hope barely held it together.

His ears started ringing when His voice took hold of his senses on the final day, his core shattering when his sentence laid crudely in front of his waning self almost in jest of his ill fate.

The drab gray tone of the galoshes set in front of him was almost mocking. How could something so free of sentiment be so full of agony for those who are destined to fill those shoes?

Kim Jongin was no longer a Paragon. He stood stripped of everything he came to know in this life. Those who sin must pay the consequences, but its mastermind will never face the cost.

-

The crows sang their lullaby as Jongin stood in the gallows overseeing the aquamarine seas, its unforgettable marine scent permeating his nostrils-- he could almost touch the memories he had been keeping locked.

"It is time," He stood behind the shamed paragon's slouched figure. "For you to atone." Jongin closed his eyes as His voice caressed his ears, a semblance of safety washing over him.

Kim Jongin finally knew it was over for him. He could feel the crowd of commoners standing behind him as they waited for his undignified demise, choirs of triumphant jeers washing over him as he stared at the crystalline waters the cement would sink him under.

He didn't wait for Him to bid him farewell. For it wouldn't have been fair for the shamed seraph to hear it. Jongin knew he would be the first, but not the last to pay for his sins. There could never be another Paragon to replace him, and his life will one day be avenged.

But for now, he shall be one with the oceans that birthed him.

#kai scenario #kai scenarios #exo scenario #exo scenarios #kim jongin #kai #jongin #i'm back #does anyone remember me

Meridian

"I am heaven sent, Don't you dare forget."

I thought I told you where to go.

I'm scared.

You're scared because you won't listen to me, pretty flower.

I don't know you anymore.

You do, you've known me from the start, the beginning of all.

-

Hard is the life of mortals, only driven by fear and the need to make a name for themselves in their own fabricated world of tangled lies and preposterous social customs.

This small town is built of lies, violence and the blood that stains our hands. Except only his hands were pure, nimble fingers of a seasoned dancer whose eyes only see what is behind the curtain of darkness.

He worked at city hall, filing away papers for belligerent citizens, trying to blend in with all the other transients that inhabit this coastal town. You always avoided him ever since you moved to the city, pretending not to hear his name on your family's lips when they would call you.

But now, you're stuck in a well and there's nobody else but him to help you. That's what he said.

Him. Tall, dark, imposing and in control.

Ethereal.

That's what he was, what he embodied and what you didn't want to believe. He was there as often as the moon sat on the indigo sky. He was the dark stranger your subconscious wanted to avoid, yet his familiar voice was the chant that brought you home.

"I wonder what brings you here," his whisper filled your ears, bringing you into a shiver and back into reality. "Is it, perhaps, me?"

Jongin's whispers permeated the stuffy walls of your shrouded well but you couldn't see him.

"I am a fool, Jongin," your voice matched his soft tone, albeit with less grace, and a tinge of despair. "I don't know what I'm living for." The soft drops of summer rain clouded your senses.

Why?

"I lost my path while moving away, isn't that ironic, Jongin?"

"But you saw the truth, didn't you?" his breath tickled your ears and you closed your eyes. "You saw the blood hidden in the crevices of this town's concrete walls, you saw the children grow into the perpetrators of this vaguely immoral society," you could feel his fingers delicately tracing your jawline. "You saw the Deathless before anyone else, how could you feel regret?"

"How could you feel like you've wronged me?"

A violent tremor shook your whole body and you awoke to the wet pavement of your old town's dimly lit main square. The magnolia tinged light of the lamp post hovering above you irritated your sensible eyes, coloring the heavy raindrops falling down upon your aching body. You stood up with anxious fervor as you tried to reorganize your memory. Why am I here?

"Good question."

Your whole body shook at the silvery voice whose owner you could not see. But you knew whom it belonged to better than anyone else.

"J-jongin?" your voice came out in a shaken cry and then you truly started to get scared of your thoughts, your situation, of Jongin.

"Mortals always ask themselves where they come from, am I right?" you heard vague footsteps on your left side. "Why was I born? What am I here for? What shall I do?" he sighed. "These are the basic questions that every person asks themselves up until the day they die, not knowing the answers to any of those questions."

He took a pause, perhaps watching you shake as you tried to find him in the darkness, not being able to see beyond the light supplied by the lamp post. The monsoon season was particularly severe this year, raindrops turning into a curtain of water that would claim the lives of many who would surrender themselves, like a moon hidden by the clouds.

"But you have never asked yourself this, haven't you, my little flower?" his chuckle came to life as he appeared in front of you, a soft smile adorning his exquisite features as you froze in his presence.

"You don't think you know, but you do." his gaze purely aimed at you so profound you were petrified to look away. "All these years, have you never thought why you never asked yourself these questions?"

"Blind is the world, who seeks comfort and refuge in the evil and ephemeral."

You stood frozen as he approached you under the monsoon, the vanilla light of the lamp post casting shadows on his soft, chiseled features. He didn't stop until his face was so close to yours you could feel his light breathing on you, and his bronze eyes were so close you could see the intricate pattern of his entrancing irises.

"You, my dear, you never once doubted me." his whisper ran shivers through your body. "You're scared of what you know, of your trust in my self, of your inexplicable pull towards what you consider to be nothing in this world."

"You don't need to ask questions, my love." he murmured through your parted lips, and you started to feel something overcome you. A soft feeling, perhaps even numb.

"Because you saw the truth in me before you set out to find me."

Peaceful.

#kai scenarios #kai scenario #exo scenarios #exo scenario #exo #kai #jongin #i should edit this

muted cicadas

// it’s been a long time, isn’t it? Here’s a spontaneous little drabble to kick off the end of this hiatus.

Hey.

Hello, Luhan. It's been a while. How have you been doing?

I'm back to square one.

I came back home a few months ago, in hopes of regaining ahold of my life, my delusional mind daydreaming about how everything would be flowers and roses. In a few months my life would be better than ever and the past would be a distant memory I would laugh about.

I've lost my hope, Luhan. What can I do?

Summer has risen upon us but it feels different. The days are cloudy, the air is dry and the cicadas aren't singing.

What is summer without cicadas, Luhan? Does Beijing's summer feel different, too, this year?

I realized something recently. As time goes by and I escape to different timezones in hopes of finding the strength to get on with my life, I discovered that the problem lies in me, not my surroundings.

Tough luck, huh? I bet you already knew that, though.

I haven't thought about you in a while, if I'm honest with you. Lately I feel conflicted about everything in my life — and everything that is not, like you. Thinking is painful.

Last Wednesday I quit my job and went to a temple. I haven't prayed in a long time, and I didn't do so then, either. I think I forgot how to pray.

I wonder if this how you were feeling when you finally decided you had enough of everything.

My mother always told me that good things come to those who wait. But I keep wondering until when will l be waiting.

What am I even waiting for? I can barely keep track of the days that go by, but all I know is that as time goes by all my dreams and aspirations drift away from me until I can no longer recall them.

This summer is cold, Luhan. The summer breeze makes me shiver and the sun has taken a tinge of grey.

I don't know where I'm going, or when will I stop — but I will keep going. For you, for myself, for the few people I care about, for the ones I might meet in the future.

One day, let's meet again in Beijing.

One day, when I'll stop speaking to the you in my darkness. One day, when I'll be able to hear again the cicadas sing their song.

#luhan #luhan scenario #exo scenario #luhan scenarios #exo scenarios

Three Acts of Nonsensical Service

A little something I wrote during lunch to kickstart the new year.

Dedicated to @gonnagetyoubaby who’s all sick in bed. :(

"Ah, the simplest pizza and water," Baekhyun snorted. "So boring, so predictable." "Shut up, Baekhyun." "But you're always so predictable, it's hilarious."

The old man sitting next to him on your shared table glared at him and that's when you took your cue to slap him on his neck to silence his loudness.

"Ouch, that's cruel!" Baekhyun cried out, rapidly bringing a hand to his stinging skin. "I'm gonna tell my girlfriend," he pouted.

"I am your girlfriend, dumbass." "That's right, babe." "...Baekhyun, you're so stupid." "And you know you love it." ".........." "True."

~

"Hey, hey, babe," his voice filled your ears from afar the moment you took a step away from him to browse elsewhere. "What is it, Baekhyun." you deadpanned as you tried to focus on the football paraphernalia offered in the sports store you were both currently inside. "Look at me!" You finally turned back to take a look at him, only to meet with Tom Brady — or better said, a truly hideous mask of the legendary quarterback worn by a man a good foot shorter than said athlete posing with a cheesy victory sign.

"What the hell—Baekhyun!" you sputtered in semi-disbelief. Day by day, Baekhyun always astounds you with a new set of idiotic displays of entertainment.

"My name is Tom," a heavily accented mock-deep voice spoke behind the mask. "I just scored a slam dunk!"

You stared at him with a slack jaw. He scored a slam dunk. Tom Brady scored a slam dunk he says.

"That's-" you closed your eyes. "That's basketball terminology." you quietly remarked, trying to hide your seeping anger as he shrugs his shoulders.

"Okay, but you know what?" he asked while taking off his mask, his eyes sparkling mischief and his lips curving into a naughty smirk.

You barely have time to narrow your eyes before he quickly kisses you and takes off in such speed that you're barely able to register what just happened.

~

"Are," you coughed, "you," your voice was dying, "trying to kill me." you sputtered out weakly in mild indignation.

Baekhyun only widened his eyes at you and you swore you saw hurt flashing in his eyes.

"But, babe, you're sick!" he whined. "I'm trying to take care of my princess!" his eyes formed their trademark crescent moon shape and it was taking you a whole lot of strength that you did not possess in your current weakened state to not blush at his handsome face.

"No buts, Baekhyun," you muttered, "I only said my allergies are acting up, there's no need to confine me in bed with your retched homemade noodle soup!"

A little while after you decided to take a nap to rest your swollen throat you were unceremoniously woken up by a certain boisterous voice announcing his entry with your 'warm lunch for his sickly babydoll' and you were rather at loss for words.

The soup was hideous. It really was.

But Baekhyun quietened down from your reprimanding and when you realized that the hurt you felt in your chest was not due to your condition you decided it was time to change gears.

"Baekhyun," you sighed as he raised his head to somewhat meet your eyes in his sudden beaten puppy state. "I was kidding, the soup is amazing." you smiled at him as you took a sip from the bowl.

"Thank you."

Baekhyun quickly straightened up his back upon hearing your words, immediately brightening up and—like the child that he is, decided to shoot you some corny finger guns while smiling the naughtiest yet most genuine smile that only Byun Baekhyun is capable of doing.

He closed the door after blowing a kiss paired with a wink at you and in the midst of your eye rolling you felt a warmth inside that no one else could ever instill.

#baekhyun scenario #baekhyun scenarios #exo scenario #exo scenarios #exo

Roadblock

Obligatory emo Luhan nonsense to kickstart the end of this hiatus.

Today’s raining, Luhan. It’s finally raining.

The first showers of November are upon us, gracefully gifting us with some necessary fresh air.

I’m sure you are all bundled up in your soft cashmere knits and your signature grey winter coat, I hope Beijing’s harsh winters don’t take a toll on your body. Please take care of yourself, it’s all I ask of you.

Luhan, I am suffocating. Suffocating from Guangzhou’s perennial summer heat, from this bus’ lack of air conditioning, from leading this mundane life with no sense of direction nor purpose.

Forgive me, Luhan. Sometimes I get too dramatic and see everything in a lens tinted with darkness, you know me. All in all, life is not so bad if I’m being honest. Guangzhou’s a nice city, you know. They also play Zion.T occasionally in restaurants here, too. I almost laughed when I heard his voice for the first time here while having dinner at a zhajangmian restaurant.

That’s another story — the food. It started a couple of weeks ago when I thought I’d try out the restaurant right around the corner from where I live, the one that’s owned by a northern couple. You’d think that living in the capital of Cantonese cuisine would stray me off of this type of restaurant. But you know me well, I don’t do right.

I wanted to try their signature zhajiangmian, the dish that is originally closer to your birthplace and perhaps even closer to our hearts. Do you remember the zhajangmian restaurant in Haidian, Luhan?

It was alright. It wasn’t bland, the cucumber was perfectly sliced, the seasoning was just right — but something wasn’t.

I don’t know what it was. Perhaps it was the overbearing heat dominating this supposedly wintry month of November, the wide windows exposing a view of tropical flowers in full bloom clashing with the warming bowl of hand-pulled noodles.

Perhaps it was the lack of your presence.

As I sit on this bus at this late hour I wonder if I will ever get to see the orchids bloom again in your home, but all that matters now is that in two days an eagle will soar above this dark sky.

~~~

Today is snowing, my love. This winter’s first snowfall has fallen upon us so promptly.

Life's a cruel joke, my love. I remember so clearly when you witnessed your first snowfall in Beijing and your face broke into a smile so wonderful I still dream of it so often.

Where are you?

This is a question that invades my thoughts every single day since I last saw you. I honestly don’t know where you are, but my heart aches in such a way as I have the feeling of you not living the life you deserve and it kills me to think that I may be right.

Where are you, my love?

I wrap myself tightly in the scarf you made me - even though you hate knitting - and it always makes me think about all the things you mindlessly did for me. Have I ever showed my gratefulness towards everything you have done for me? I fear not.

I’m sorry, my love.

Something tells me that you’re somewhere far from me — somewhere too warm, too foreign for you. I wish you’d come back to me. I’ll take you to see the Summer Palace and I’ll tell you how I would’ve outdone the Emperor himself, and how I would’ve built you an even more majestic palace if we had been living in the Tang dynasty. I will take you up north to your favorite mantou restaurant and watch the smile form on your face after you impatiently bite into the steaming bun and burn your tongue.

I’ll ask you to marry me.

I don’t know where you are, my love. I would give away all I own for someone to tell me where you are so I could come to you and sweep you away from the life I know yo are not living.

But for now, all I can pray for is that you feel for me as much as I feel for you and you honor my wishes for you to live life to the fullest.

#luhan scenario #luhan scenarios #exo scenario #exo scenarios #exo

update

I know I went MIA again. Hate me all you want.

More changes have been applied to the still new changes in my life and I’m starting to settle down again.

Already working on some new stories and the older ones will be finished later on as I currently have no internet at my disposition and thus can’t access my google drive from my new location.

Shout out to y’all for not unfollowing me, tho.

#this has been a psa

Your last piece of word vomit was great ahah! "It's nicer to believe our flaws are part of our innate charm" i loved this, its so true

Heheh, thanks!

Isn’t it? After all we have to make do with what we have because what else can we do if not embrace what we are unable to change.

I just saw that you updated and honestly i'm so excited i cant even read it right now. im too busy freaking out

First off, how dare you be so wonderful.

I’ve been MIA for a while, I know. I have a couple of new stories that are almost finished though, hopefully this marks the end of my dry writing spell.

More importantly, I hope this last word vomit I’ve posted isn’t too disappointing and I want you to know that it’s 5am and you’ve made my night/day/I’ve been awake for too long. Thank you.

#asks #apairoffeminists

Shinjuku Odd Story

Apparently this is the byproduct of being overly caffeinated at 4am.

The golden, diamond encrusted chandelier sparkled under the intricate lighting of the overpriced izakaya that served too little food for its own worth and too much of its servers' attitudes. Most importantly the latter.

He had a Korean accent, suspicious semi-hidden tattoos and something of a bothersome mien.

The crab was too spicy, the rice too overcooked, the miso soup had surely been boiled and the watermelon was too oddly cut. Rumor had it the inn acted as a front for the triads and you wondered if people pretended not to know that or if society had come full circle as wholly integrated imbeciles.

Yet you kept coming back to dine in this ostentatious shanty town of pitifully cooked food and flowing Swarovski-encrusted liquor bottles. Alone, by yourself. Like a loser.

Damn right you're a loser.

Alcohol never really affected your poise but you figured that you probably looked like anything but sober, your isolated self mumbling the lyrics to a Gaeko song that painfully clashed with the environment, just like its stupid chandeliers and idiotic servers.

Alas, one of their idiotic servers had some effect on you — you didn't know exactly what, but perhaps the occasional little smirk he'd send your way that turned your heart into a bigger mush than the god-awful overcooked white rice sitting in front of you was one of the reasons.

You'd sometimes have to stop yourself fantasizing about the way his lips curved into the smirk that would break the usually stoic, defined angles of his face.

You still wanted to punch him, mind you. But hey, we all need our own doses of alternate pleasure, don't we.

This month's umpteenth monsoon kept pouring down the streets and you wondered when the hell you'd be able to exit this shithole without drenching yourself into high hell.

You suddenly recalled how the aforementioned idiotic server once nicknamed you 'umeboshi' for your highly acidic attitude, a rush of red fury clouded your eyes and the thundering storm raging outside surely had nothing on you.

Perhaps some more shochu wouldn't hurt. You knew he was looking at you, anyway.

He always does.

You bet he's the owner of the garbage playlist that cements the cacophonous cherry on top of this lousy inn.

He flashed you another smirk, this time with some eye-action going on. You cursed his ancestors. Perhaps you also secretly thanked them, but no one needs to know that, don't they.

You see, your life is something akin to the black seeds belonging to the unlawfully cut slices of watermelon sitting diagonally from you. If you think about it, seeds are the source of life. If you plant a few of those seeds in fertilized earth, you should see something sprout out in a few weeks, eventually turning into a beautiful watermelon vine.

Except you're more like the vine per se than the seeds, truth be told. You're the personified vine, a greedy, rambling mess that does not fare well in restrictive places, requiring some sort of sick attention from a quasi-mafioso moonlighting as a waiter as a source of nourishment.

We all have our own shortcomings. See, it's nicer to believe that our flaws are part of our innate charm.

Too many hours went by and you knew it was time to hit the sack. Sunrise was just around the corner and you weren't going to partake in a matinee of alcoholic consumption just yet. Indeed you were a loser, but let's not mistake it for groundless foolishness. Plus you always have to look good in front of him. Make him suffer.

You exited through the back door because you stopped giving a fuck about the owner's complaints and mainly because you could stop by Lawson to grab some fueling coffee without having to take a troublesome detour.

Damn it. Gaeko was still playing inside your head like a bad remix of a DJ Snake song.

The rain had slightly subdued but you never really cared about getting wet, your eyeliner was waterproof enough for you not to dwell on trivial details. The neon sign of the convenience store was blurring your astigmatic eyesight, just like being smirked at by a certain fool — except with much less romantic interest.

You shuffled your way to the coffee aisle like the caffeine-deprived zombie that you were born to be, systematically reaching out to your favorite brand of canned iced coffee. Colombia blend, full-bodied, with no sugar and certainly not watered down into a pale brown soup of shame.

Someone was observing you.

A certain someone sporting an ill fitted yukata jacket exposing delinquent tattoos and disrespectful collarbones. The latter may be more of a personal opinion, though.

"Oi,"

You had to snort at that. Crass, local expressions don't really mingle with heavy Korean accents. You'd bet a can of Asahi that he wouldn't be able to read the labels of half the products inside the convenience store.

"What's good, pretty lady." his raspy voice drawled into an insidious question making you roll your eyes at him. You weren't about to let him know what that tasteless sentence did to you on the inside.

"Just sobering up with some glorious caffeine, Sehun."

This particular Lawson branch had always a playlist of saccharine J-pop playing in the background which always made you feel wrong. About everything. You never understood why.

"Hm, how unexpected of you, honey cheeks." he smirked, again. The pinnacle of despicable, I tell you.

"Sehun, call me honey cheeks again and I will throttle your neck."

"Ah," he broke into a fit of his signature breathy giggling. "I didn't know you were into that kind of foreplay," a wink accompanied his words as he walked past you a little too close. "umeboshi."

You wondered if you could attribute the flush of your face to alcohol consumption, because your front was getting pummeled down into shameful dust. You also reassured your belief that he's the worst and your sputtering was due to rage and not any other emotion.

The sun was peaking through the dawn sky, savoring the few moments of silence as the night sky transitioned into light, right before the birds start to sing their song. A song as unrequested as Sehun's personal music playlist, you tutted in disdain.

"How long are you gonna be making me chase you like this."

...Pardon?

"You heard me alright." his voiced drawled from behind you, jostling you back into reality almost as efficiently as the caffeine in your hands. He always knew what you were thinking.

You nervously glanced at him over your shoulder, quickly looking back outside the window.

It's too early for this shit. This kind of thing should not happen to losers. Losers have weak hearts.

You heard him sigh. You really weren't about to tell him anything. You'd rather officially change your name to Umeboshi than convey any sort of non-negative emotion, frankly.

"I see how it is," there was a playful, albeit suspicious tone lacing his words. "After all, it's the snake that has to bite the prey."

"I'll see you tonight then, babycakes."

Boy, were you fucked.

But perhaps two losers is better than one, isn't it.

#sehun scenarios #sehun scenario #exo scenarios #exo scenario #exo

Let’s Not Hurt

I’m back home and I should not listen to Zion.T while eating out.

Something short to warm up my fingers after a long time of not writing.

It's sometime during the hottest hours of the afternoon that I'm walking around aimlessly trying to find something to eat, so that I can at least fulfill my promise to you of eating well.

The mere thought of food sickens me. But I promised you. I don't like breaking the promises I keep with you.

Today's sun glares in a fit of rage and leaves a burning print on my arms akin to those left by your desperate attempts to hold me back. Even though you did manage to retain my soul — how ridiculously cliche, I know. But I still want it back.

I want to see you. How have you been doing since I left? A part of me tells me that you have moved on — that you've forgotten all about me. But another part of me believes that you have been faring differently and you've never been the same since then. Perhaps it's the part of me that enjoys imagining you suffer.

That's all that it comes down to, though, right? Me, imagining you. Nowadays the only thing that keeps me alive is my imagination.

Exhaustion clouds my eyesight, it dries up my mouth and the pain sinks further down into reality. Gangnam's alleyways are too steep, too narrow, too reminiscent.

I walk past a small Japanese inn and something makes me tersely stop in my tracks. You've always really liked eating ramen, I never understood why. You're Chinese and we're in Korea, why have you started eating like this? Then one day it hit me. It was to break with the past and a little bit with the present as well. Forming new habits was something you were really good at, to forget what you did wrong in the past and live your new life with a fresh routine that does not bring back painful memories.

I should start doing that, too. Perhaps it will help me lead a better life.

I enter the quaint eatery and as the door shuts behind me I stop hearing the cicadas' summer lullaby, replaced by the owner's booming welcome echoing off the wooden interiors.

I sit down before a steaming bowl of seafood udon and I wonder why I compulsively ordered this particular dish. You're allergic to seafood, I dislike noodles - much less its thicker, udon variety. This makes no sense.

Perhaps I am starting to form new habits as well.

~~~

It's 9:30pm.

I've yet again been walking around aimlessly for hours now. I haven't eaten anything since that meal at that Japanese place the other day. Exhaustion induced by starvation is settling into my body as I feel the humidity tearing me down. I can hear your scolding voice and your worried face masked in fury so clearly, as if you were here with me. It's the only focused image my fading eyesight is able to conjure.

It's so hard, Luhan. Life is hard.

They all want too much and I don't have enough to give them what they want from me. I don't know how much longer I can keep going on like this. Without a purpose, with a reason, without you laughing at my dramatic antics and without you cheering me up.

They say misery loves company, and it surely does love mine. You know, I haven't talked to anyone since I last spoke with you. Unless you count awkward, quasi-silent interactions with shop clerks as legitimate conversations. I'm forgetting how to speak. My throat is getting drier.

I'll eat something, Luhan. I'll eat something so we can stop hurting.

Have you been eating well?

~~~

I took a flight to Beijing, Luhan. The first one available when I arrived at the airport. I don't know why I felt this sudden urge to run to the airport at sunrise.

Will I run into you? I don't know why I am acting like this — I was the one that left. I bet you'd be really furious to see me now.

What should I do? I feel like I'm walking through a photo album of your memories, the pictures long faded and everyone's bright smiles reduced into scowls.

Strolling through Haidian I feel like I'm intruding your privacy. I've never been too familiar with this district you call home but every alley I enter, every little convenience store I stop by — I know which ones you frequent, and which ones you dislike. It was nice knowing you, Luhan. Maybe you still don't understand what happened, maybe you're still angry, maybe you think about the past every day. I bet you do, you're so stubborn.

But a bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song — and sometimes that song is sung by a crow.

#luhan scenarios #luhan scenario #exo scenarios #exo scenario #exo #what is this #trash #that's what it is

of bygone typhoons and belated arrivals

I am back home. It feels good.

Really good.

I am still in the middle of settling down and establishing a routine so I’m still all over the place, but I just wanted to let you all know that this hiatus is finally nearing its end.

See you all soon.

#psa #the rain brought us some fresh air but today's sun was out to get us all and now I have the most absurd looking tan on my feet #how will i ever wear other shoes now #these tags are so irrelevant what is going on

I noticed you haven't updated in a month, so I don't even know if you'll get this, but...you are such an amazing writer. And I just needed to tell you that. Your words make my heart ache in the best of ways. Please don't stop writing, this world needs your words.

Anon, I don’t know how to respond to your message well, but I’ll start by thanking you.

I know I haven’t updated in ages, I wanted to post something regarding the matter but I guess I just forgot. I’ve been out of the country for some time now, and I’ve been dealing with some health issues and a case of the blues that has left me with no energy to even think, much less to keep on writing.

However! I will finally be back home next week and trust me, my fingers are itching to write again, and with all the stories that I have in the backlog... expect updates soon.

Again, thank you so much for your message, I am no good at receiving compliments and I honestly don’t believe that my writing is anything special, but it truly means a lot to me if someone is entertained by my writing for a moment.

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