can i please have 18 + 23 with Aron ? I love your blog by the way :)
18: they carry an umbrella for you.
23: Kissing at a bus stop.
(You nu’est fans are extra I mentioned wanting some requests for Aron and I got 4 I love this fandom omg, L.O.V.Es are great, don’t stop sending in requests I love Nu’est and can never have enough. Sorry if you’re not shorter than Aron, by the way, it’s just I’m 4′11 I’m a smol person and I’ve never been taller than a guy)
“I’ll carry it,” Aron said quickly taking the umbrella from your hand and holding it over the two of you, “I’m taller than you,” he reminded, wrapping his other arm around your shoulder pulling you towards him.
“Thank you,” you muttered out, he hummed tightening his grip around you on instinct when the wind blew chilling your skin.
He sat down beside you under the canopy at the bus stop, closing the umbrella and sitting it beside his leg. He still kept his arm around your shoulder, you let your head fall onto his shoulder falling into a comfortable silence. Aron shifted making you lift your head up from his shoulder, you turned to face him. He glanced at your lips before letting his eyes land back onto your face, he leaned forward close enough for you to feel his breath against your face. His lips hit yours in a shift movement, you automatically kissed him back falling into a steady rhythm.
He pulled back smiling towards you before he turned back forward.
“What was that for,” you muttered playing with your hands, trying to hide your smile.
“I just wanted to kiss you,” he said with a small laugh.
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Scenario: Aron When Your Secret Relationship Goes Viral
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Your phone rang off the hook, people you knew people you didn’t, calls from everywhere. You picked up your phone, about to take the battery out and throw it across the room when you recognized the number on your screen.
“Aron!” You couldn’t hold back your tears.
He sighed. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” You could tell he was frustrated. “I can’t come to see you right now, reporters are following me and the other members, it’s hectic at the company.”
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Thoughts ran through your head, a mile a minute. You had things you wanted to say, things you wanted to do, but the only words that came out of your mouth were, “Let’s break up.”
Aron was silent on the other side of the line, but you could hear JR yelling at him to get off the phone. “Y/N,”
The phone hung up from his end.
After that it was a whirlwind of emotions. You curled into a ball on the couch and just cried. No matter where you looked there was news concerning Aron’s relationship. Your identity wasn’t revealed, but you knew it was a matter of time before your information was leaked.
Who would be cruel enough to do something like this to you and Aron. It didn’t even matter about your pain, it was Aron who would suffer the most. He’s been though a few scandals before, but nothing this big. He was too strong to admit that he was hurting, but you knew him better than anyone else.
The door swung open and Aron came running in. You stood up, and he grabbed your face in his hands.
“You’re so stupid, Y.N. You’re so stupid, how could you think something like this is enough to break us up!” He kissed you gently, brushing away your tears. “No matter what happens, you’re the one I love. You’re the one, and I don’t care if the world knows.” He kissed your cheeks and your forehead. “We can work through this, please, just don’t leave me.”
You shook your head. “But what if it doesn’t work out?”
“Then it won't, but we should at least try.” He kissed your lips again. “We can try.”
You pushed him away enough so you could hold his gaze. “Won’t it be hard on you? You’ll lose fans, popularity, the whole group will suffer.”
He sighed. “They understand and said that if this is what I wanted they would support me.” He forced a smile. “If you’re by my side, I can do anything. And yes, it will be hard on both of us, but, if we try then it will be worth it in the end.” He hugged you tightly. “Can we please give us another chance?”
When He Cheats on You Set — All of Nu'Est x Reader || Requested by candykhaingmar
Summary: How would they be if they ever...cheated on you?
Rating: A ( angst )
Word Count: Aron - 664 JR - 598 Baekho - 681 Minhyun - 322 Ren - 829
Writer’s Note: Nothing to really say, so continue on ^^ ♥
Aron
You tapped your foot insistently, no, violently, against the concrete as you waited outside in the cold. Aron was late by nearly an hour now – which you had a hard time wrapping your head around considering this was planned nearly two weeks in advance. All you wanted was to have a nice, comfortable café dinner with him; that’s it but he couldn’t even do this for you.
The moment your watch struck nine o’clock you shook your head and began making your way towards your apartment. The café was on a corner lot so you rounded the corner to get to your house, that is, if you hadn’t been nearly run over.
With a scream, you stumbled backwards, nearly falling. You regretted wearing your heels tonight, “I guess that’s what I get for trying to impress him,” you thought to yourself as you rolled your ankle, thanking God that you hadn’t sprained it. The pain in your ankle was suddenly second in importance when you heard Aron’s voice from around the café.
“Are you a fucking idiot?” he screamed, “You drive like a fucking mania-”
He was standing outside the door of the car that nearly ran you over, his hand preparing to slam the door shut as his eyes met yours. The color instantly drained from his face, his jaw dropping open.
Most people would have started screaming and yelling, some would have thrown a punch, and even fewer would have walked away from the scene but you stood there, ready to finally confront this disastrous relationship; once and for all.
You already expected the tall beauty as she stepped out of the driver’s seat. Who else would Aron have been with? Her hair was long, the curls beginning to wilt, a black mini dress adorned her hourglass body. It was hardly a shock to you as you recognized the dress to look just like the one Aron had given you for Valentine’s Day just a few months ago.
You looked at the girl who stared at you before your eyes flicked over to Aron, his head pivoting from the girl to you, to you to the girl, back and forth, back and forth. His mouth was open like he was going to say something but he was stuck in his own lie. Shaking your head, you walked up to Aron, completely silent.
“I-I-“ Aron began to stutter as you reached him.
You shot out a venomous, “Shut up,” cutting his words short as you began to hand him the useless shit that you had collected from him over the past year. You shrugged out of the leather jacket he got you for your birthday and tossed over his frozen shoulder. You removed the locket around your neck that contained a picture of the two of you on your year anniversary and dropped it on the concrete in front of you. You removed the Rolex watch from around your wrist, the one you always watched as he was late to countless dates, which he had given to you as a sorry gift for missing a date. You threw that into the car. You stepped out of the stiletto heels he had gifted to you as a surprise and left them in front of him. Last of all, you took off the ring that he had left on his pillow the night you two met, his “favorite” ring. You never took that ring off; until now. You left that ring on the top of the car.
His eyes had followed your every move, his mouth and body frozen. As you picked up your purse, ready to walk away, he muttered, “Jagiya…”
You shot around, holding your finger up in the air to signal him to stop, “Don’t, you dare, call me that. Ever, again.” You began to walk away, anger and betrayal burning in your lungs. You yelled loud enough for the girl to hear you as you walked away, “You can have him.”
JR / Jonghyun
You sighed quietly, as you placed your phone down, the screen reading:
”Mianhe, working late again tonight! ): I love you! <3”
It was probably the third time this week that Jonghyun was out working late, ever since he got this stupid modeling offer, he’s been out till past midnight. It did seem rather odd that these modeling agencies would keep them from seven in the morning to two in the morning; that was nearly twenty-four hours straight! But nonetheless, you shrugged off the suspicion and bore with it, relationships were built on trust after all.
You grabbed your phone again and flicked through Instagram, looking at the Nu’est tag. Finding nothing, you flicked back up to the top, refreshing it once more to see if there were any updates. There were none; except for one. It was uploaded just three seconds ago, a picture of Jonghyun – his arm wrapped around another girl’s waist; obviously another girl’s waist because clearly the two of you were not together.
The caption read, “Isn’t that the model Jonghyun has been working with?” with other various tags like “#cheating? #broke up with his other girlfriend? #wth #scandal”
Your heart was in your ears and your throat was burning as tears stung your eyes. You shook your head, “No, no,” you repeated quietly to yourself as your shaky fingers quickly typed in the number that you had memorized after nearly an entire year of dialing.
It rung, one, two, three times, finally a voice was on the other side, “Hello?”
You practically screamed into the phone, “Jonghyun! Uh, are you still, um, working?”
You heard that laugh that would have usually made your heart flutter except this time it was paired with the sound of cloth rubbing against the receiver, like he was trying to block the sound of his laugh from going through, “Uh, yeah! I’m still working, busy, busy!”
Tears began to form in your eyes, blurring your vision as the sound of music rung through the phone, “You fucking liar! Why is there music? Why are you trying to cover up your laughter? Why is there a picture of you and that model coddling?” You were screaming now, you weren’t even sure if your words made any sense at this point. There was nothing but the sound of horribly loud music on the other end of the phone until finally a voice came through, not Jonghyun’s voice – a woman’s voice.
“Ya, he’s with me now, go away.” The phone went silent.
You were stuck in silence. Your world had been muted except for the horribly loud recording of a heartbeat and ragged breathing. Was that coming from you? Probably.
You hadn’t even realized it until you were already walking. You went into your room and began gathering all of Jonghyun’s belongings. His alarm clock, his set of clothes that he kept at your apartment for emergencies, his shoes, you kept his jewelry because you could pawn that shit, you grabbed his hats and everything you could find that belonged to him. The box probably weighed near a ton but the adrenaline in your veins kept you going. You opened the front door and walked the, now, trash down to the dumpster. With malice, you threw everything inside and ran your way back up to your apartment, locking the door behind you.
You held the phone in your hand, Jonghyun’s manager’s number in your palm as you wondered whether or not it was worth it ruin Jonghyun’s entire career with the knowledge you had gathered over nearly a year long relationship.
Baekho / Dongho
“Yes!” you exclaimed loudly into your phone, “Hey, go to the Domino.” Your best friend of nearly five years argued that that was the most popular club in town and only certain people could get in. You grinned and told her that you had your sources as you hung up the phone. Your best friend had invited you out to celebrate her arrival in Korea. She had come to visit you, finally, and you were already putting on your attire for the night. You were finally going to get to wear that stunning red dress that Dongho had bought you. You laughed when he gave it to you, saying that you’d have nowhere to wear it to.
You did now, though, and you were going to make it look damn good.
You slipped on black stiletto heels, a nice black necklace and black earrings. You styled your hair in a more daring style than your usual house hair. Grabbing your purse, you headed out the door, into your car and towards the club.
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You smiled, hugging your friend tight as the two of you jumped up and down in joy. You locked your car and winked as you led her to the front of the line, flashing a black card Dongho had given you months ago. The large man in his suit, despite the burning hot weather, looked at you and your friend before raising the red rope and waving the two of you inside.
The music hit the two of you like a train, the bass shaking the walls and floor underneath you. The two of you spent an hour or two catching up on lost time. Casually, you told her about your relationship with Dongho, a wide smile on your lips. You described him, your friend naturally showing a huge interest in this guy that made you so happy.
That was when she face kind of…melted. Her smile was gone and her eyes were somewhat wide. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern as you asked her what was wrong. She pointed behind you. You pivoted quickly to find Dongho, in, what resembled to be, a mosh pit of girls. He had a grin on his face like it was Christmas morning.
You blinked in disbelief, turning to your friend, your jaw wide open in shock. You took out your phone and called Dongho. You saw him turn to a girl who had been grinding on his leg and tell her to give him a moment, he backed away from the crowd for a bit, a chorus of disappointed girls groaning. He laughed, putting the phone to his ear, “Hello?”
You put on a venomous smile, “Hey there, baby, what are you up to?”
You saw him roll his eyes before turning, his back towards you. You took this moment to walk over, just five or so feet away from him. He responded, “I’m just working, as always. Um, what about you?”
You let out a fake giggle, “Oh, you know, just standing behind you.”
He turned around faster than you had ever seen him move. You closed your phone, your eyebrow raised and your expression extremely un-amused. He began walking towards you, his arms outstretched, towards you, “I-I can explain, baby!”
You shook your head and brought your hand from your waist to his face once he was close enough. A crowd had formed around the two of you, hundreds of shocked faces looked from you to Dongho. Almost every woman in the room was shaking her head in disgust towards him, many muttering to themselves, “Oh, my God, you said you didn’t have a girlfriend, you sleazebag.”
He looked around a forced smile on his lips, “No, no, girls, I can explain!”
You shook your head, “Bitch, your stuff will be in the lobby in the morning, we’re over.”
Your best friend put her arm around your shoulder, leading you away from the circle. He shouted out towards you, beginning to make his way towards you before being blocked by what seemed like hundreds of enraged women.
Minhyun
You hummed quietly, the groceries in one hand and Minhyun’s apartment keys in your other.
Minhyun had cancelled your date together, saying he was stuck at home, sick, so you wanted to surprise him with homemade soup! You continued to hum happily, putting the key into the hole and turning, pushing the door wide open, only to drop your groceries onto the floor, along with your heart.
Minhyun was on the couch, a woman underneath him.
Your hands flew to your mouth, tears already beginning to stream down your face as you stumbled backwards in shock.
Minhyun looked up at you, his eyes holding yours, just as wide as yours. He pushed off of the couch, walking towards you, the girl sitting up as she gasped, running to his bedroom – naked.
“Oh, my God,” you said. At first it came out shocked, small and squeaky but then it came out again, “Oh. My God!” It was louder and more disgusted. You threw your hands down, balling them up into fists as you grit your teeth, “Oh, my God, you asshole!” He jogged up to you, repeating over and over, “No, no! I can explain! I promise! She’s just a friend!” He was so distracted running up to you that he tripped over the groceries, the upper half of his body outside of his door, looking up at you.
You were fuming as he reached up to you. You kicked his hand away, “You disgust me.” He called out your name as you ran down the flight of stairs, jumping into your car. The moment you shut your door, you locked it as Minhyun put his hands against your window, pleading for you to come out. You shook your head, putting the keys into the ignition, you yelled as loud as you could, “Don’t ever talk to me, ever again!” You jammed the gas pedal down and sped off to your own apartment.
Ren / Minki
You hummed quietly, your legs up on the couch’s arm rest as you read. You heard shuffling and the opening of the front door and in came your lovely Minki. You smiled brightly, putting your book on to the living room glass table. “Annyeon-“ he sped past you into his room, the door closing behind him.
You blinked a couple times, baffled by his rudeness. He was usually really tired when he came home from work, but he’d usually curl up on the couch with you or something. You were hurt but maybe he was just…tired? The door opened before you could continue the thought, he walked over to you and pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, “I’m on my way out, a new friend of mine is in town, we’re going to go to the little pub.”
“Who?” you asked with a small smile on your lips in order to hide your suspicion.
“Uh, Taylor,” he responded quickly.
You nodded your head and said a quick bye. He nodded his head in response and he was out the door.
You sighed, confused by his odd behavior. You muttered quietly to yourself, “Taylor…at least it’s a guy.”
You were about to roll back around and shrug the event off but you noticed that he left his phone on the countertop. You hated when he left his phone away from him, what if something bad happened to him and he wouldn’t be able to call for help? You always felt safer when he brought it with him. You grabbed the phone and jogged to the front, but looking down into the parking lot, you could see that he had already left.
With a sigh, you began to put your shoes on when you were distracted by a quiet buzz. You picked up the phone and saw the name, Taylor…Why was this “guy” sending Ren a “can’t wait to see you <3”? You bit your lip, grabbed the phone and ran to your car, driving down to the little pub. You were happy to go there, you had lived in the area for a while and you were close friends with the owner.
You drove up to the front, put on your hazard lights and walked into the small bar. The owner doubled as the bartender and greeted you with a friendly smile. You kept the greetings short and sweet before asking him if he had seen Minki come in.
“Hm? I did see him actually, but it was very fast. He walked in and left with who I thought was a friend of his,” the kind old man raised an eyebrow and leaned in close, “did you know about this?”
You pursed your lips nodding your head, “Um, kind of…” He mentioned that through the window, he saw Ren’s car head East, so he figured the club down there would be a good place to look. You nodded, bowed and thanked him for his time before heading outside and getting into your car, headed for the club.
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Stepping into the club, it didn’t take you long to see Minki. There he was with that girl, Taylor. Minki never directly said it was a guy but why did he refuse to just reassure you that she was just a friend and…why were they holding hands in the middle of the table?
You were enraged, you were disgusted, you were marching up to their table.
“Ren, you filthy cheating bastard!” The words were flying out of your mouth before you could even attempt to censor them or think about turning your voice down. The club’s music blocked out most of it but the few ten or fifteen people nearby definitely heard you as they turned around to watch you stomp up to Ren.
Ren’s eyes were big and he drew his hands away from “Taylor’s”.
There was nothing stopping your hands as you took the glass of cold, whatever this was, and dumped it on Ren’s head. There was nothing more that Ren hated than getting his hair messed up. But there was also nothing more that you hated than to have your heart broken.
You shook your head as tears brimmed your eyes and betrayal burned your lungs as he looked down at himself with a disgusted expression before looking up at you his eyes wide with both confusion, anger and sadness but mainly regret. He opened his mouth to talk but you shook your head again, “No, Ren, no. Your stuff will be out in the parking lot by five in the afternoon tomorrow. I don’t-I don’t want to ever see you again.” No matter how hard you tried to say the words bravely, your voice had begun to crack. You shook your head and muttered a quiet, “Goodbye, Ren” and you made your way out of the club into your car towards your apartment to rid it of anything that reminded you of Ren.
They’d dated since his junior year in high school. She was older than him and although everyone praised him for tagging an older woman, he didn’t see it that way. She was smart and gorgeous and they just clicked together like puzzle pieces made specifically for each other. He’s planned on going to the same college as her.
Deep down he knew everything was just a childish dream. Eventually they’d find other people in college and move on. High school romances never last, he knew that. He just didn’t want to believe that it would happen to him. They’d lasted through her first year at college, who’s to say their second or third year in college could go just as smoothly?
She’d come to his high school graduation, even though his parents didn’t like her. He’d planned something for later on, after the graduation party at his friend’s house. Hotel room number 509. He kissed the key for good luck. Tonight was the night. Tomorrow morning he’d be a man, and with the only girl he’d ever planned on loving.
Except he had caught her in the hotel room fooling around with someone else. For weeks after, he felt like a complete idiot. It was childish of him to think that they’d be together forever. After a few days of trying to piece back together his heart, he decided to follow his dream. A few months after, he was on a plane to South Korea.
Now, in his dreams, he was wandering around that same hallway. The candy-cane chair rail trim made his skin crawl. He didn’t want to relive the same nightmare he lived when he was only eighteen. He glanced down at the key in his hand. Room 509. The hallway was upside down, just like his life after he caught her with another man.
He found the room, hoping that he wouldn’t have to see her face again. When the door swung open, revealing a green and white room, he didn’t hesitate to jump in, falling into a blur of white.
Ren sat on the block labled ‘chair’ and gazed around the room. It was a small room filled with words that replaced objects. He was truly going insane. Wasn’t that dumb pink pill meant to help him see her again? To help him move on? Instead he was trapped in a bland purple room with nothing to look at and nowhere to go.
“Isn’t it the same as when you were locked inside your apartment?” a soft voice asked.
Ren whipped around, looking for the owner of the voice, finding nothing but air. In frustration, he tried to kick the word ‘ball’ on the floor, instead landing on his back with a thud.
My first little scenario on this tiny blog! Please enjoy! This is part of a series of five (one for each member) based off of 'Face' and bullying. JR is up next! Look forward to 'The Kingka and Me'.
Enjoy!
*Image not mine
It’s only been half a year since you moved to Korea. Six long months. The year before you studied long and hard, struggling to learn the language before finally moving there. You desperately wanted to attend a South Korean school- like the ones you’d seen in the dramas you love. Only, it wasn’t like you had dreamed.
From day two, you had been picked on. At first it was just nasty little comments you really didn’t understand. After a while, it dawned on you. They were laughing at you.
“Her hair is so strange!”
“What’s with her skin? So spotty.”
“Are all foreigners so heavy?”
Each comment was like a weight dropping on your mind. They hurt. And you were lonely. All hope of finding a friend vanished with the first, tiny comment.
So today, during lunch, you sat outside by yourself. It was cold out so no one bothered going outside for lunch, which meant peace and quiet for you. You pulled your sandwich out of its brown paper bag and sighed. You didn’t have much of an appetite today. The sight of the little sandwich lovingly made by your mother made your stomach churn and tears began to swell in your eyes.
Angrily, you wiped them away with the backs of your hands.
“Yoboseyo? Yobose- Minhyun-ah? Minki-ah?” A boy stepped out of the door behind you, his phone pressed to his ear. He didn’t seem to notice you and sat on the step next to you.
He was handsome and you quickly caught yourself staring. Turning away, you hid you heated cheeks with your palms.
“Minki-ah? Oh, Dongho-ah. Ne. Ne. Aniyo~!”
You could make only bits and pieces of what the boy was saying. He spoke too quickly; it was hard for you to keep up. Eventually you realized that he was talking to four other boys at once.
“Ne. Bye bye!” the boy hung up and laughed, running a hand through his hair.
He turned to you and his eyes widened. You gulped. Honestly, you didn’t mean to stare but it was hard not to. He was too good looking!
“Mianhe.” He said, moving to get up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your lunch. I’m sure you were waiting for someone.”
“You speak English.” You squeaked, hating how desperate your voice sounded.
He sat back down, fiddling with his phone, but his eyes were on you.
“Yeah, I thought you’d understand me better if I-”
“I know Korean.” You mumbled, playing with your unwrapped sandwich.
Your eyes fell to your lap. “I taught myself. I wanted to be able to communicate with people here but now I wish I couldn’t.”
You bit out the last five words bitterly. Tears pricked your eyes but you refused to cry. Not in front of this Sex God.
“Do they tease you?” his tone was soft and gentle.
You nibbled on your bottom lip and shook your head. Bringing up the topic of bullying made you feel embarrassed. What right did you have to spill your grievances to this… this gorgeous boy sitting next to you?
“They used to make fun of me, too.” He smiled. “For a while, at least.”
You scoffed at the idea of him being taunted just like you. Who could bully him? Kiss him senseless, sure. But beat him senseless? No.
“It took them a while but they got over it. Besides, who wouldn’t talk to a pretty girl like you?” he grinned, showing a beautiful smile that nearly stopped your poor, innocent heart.
Blushing wildly, you cast your graze back down to your hands. “Obviously, I’m not pretty ‘cause no one’s bothered to talk to me.”
“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” he chuckled. “I’m Aron, by the way.”
A little star struck, it took you a moment to reply. “I’m _________.”
Aron stood, slipping his phone in his back pocket as he did so. Then he held out his hand.
“How about you have lunch with me and my friends.”
You were hesitant but collected your lunch and stood anyway. You grasped his hand, finding it warm and smooth.
In one swift movement, he brought your knuckles to his lips, sweetly kissing them.
A request by an Anon! Hope you enjoy, it's short but fluffy and amazing!
Admin BNB~
Aron found you sitting alone on your bed. Grinning, he snuck up on you and poked your sides playfully before running away laughing.
You jumped as he’d expected, before glaring at him. “What the hell Aron!?” you snapped. “You know I hate that!”
“Oh, like you hate this?” He reached over and ruffled your hair before jumping back.
“Yah! That isn’t funny!” You screeched.
Your face grew to horror before looking away from him, ready to cry. He noticed this and changed his attitude, sitting next to you. “Hey, I’m sorry okay? I know you and Ren just broke up and was just trying to make you smile again. I guess I did the opposite. But it’s not so bad, it’s just a breakup. You’ll move on to find a much better guy that’ll treat you right.”
“I-I just don’t know what I’m going to do with my life right now,” you sniffed and started wiping away tears.
“Minki’s just a boy-”
“It’s not that!” You cut him off before taking a deep breath. “The truth is Aron, I’m pregnant. With Ren’s baby of course.”
He was silent for a moment before letting out forced laughter. “Oh ______, you really had me there for a moment! Where are the other guys, where are the cameras? I know you’re pulling a prank on me!”
Your watering eyes met his. “Aron, I’m not joking.”
His expression fell as he realized just how serious you were. “Well you can’t make this into a drama! You can’t breakup with Ren and deal with this on your own, you have to tell him!” he exclaimed.
“Aron, you don’t get it,” you said softly. “I did tell him. I didn’t break up with him, he broke up with me.”
The room went silent.
“A-are you sure?” Aron asked, still processing everything.
“Yes I’m sure!” You hissed. “I just have no idea what to do about it, I-I have no one to really turn to and-”
You stopped as Aron pulled you in a tight hug. “I’ll be here for you,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ll take care of you both, you don’t have to worry.”
“Aron, don’t,” you pulled away. I don’t care if it was your maknae that messed up, you don’t have to take his responsibilities just because you’re the hyung. You’re American anyway, that shouldn’t apply to you.”
Aron cupped your cheeks and looked straight into your eyes. “That’s not why I’m doing this ______-ah. I’m doing it because I truly care for you. Because I don’t want to see you or the baby hurt. And I especially don’t want to see you cry.” He wiped tears that kept leaking out of your eyes with his thumb. “Ok?”
“Okay,” you gave him a small smile. He pulled you into your arms again, and this time you hugged him back, feeling reassured knowing that you wouldn’t be alone. That Aron would be there for you.
A/N: so finally, I've posted an Aron scenario. I got inspired to write this scenario because of Aron's photo holding a bear. >w< He's very adorable at that photo. *w*
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“I really want that bear!” You said as you point to the cream colored life-size stuffed toy. You’ve always wanted to have a life sized teddy bear sharing a bed with you every night.
“_____, as I’ve said earlier, you can have me as your own bear. I can also give you warmer hugs.” Aron said. You two were arguing at the entrance of the shop for 30 minutes and the people who were passing by were staring at the two of you.
“I want a REAL bear not a Human bear Aron.” You said.
“Ok, _______, We’ll buy that soon. But for the meantime, can we eat? I’m hungry.” He said.
“ok” you replied to him.
Then, you two went to his favorite restaurant. You both ordered the same food. While waiting for your orders to come, Aron was just playing at your hair. He finds your hair really beautiful.
After your orders had been delivered to your table, you began to shove the food. While you’re in the middle of eating, you remembered that your 100th day was on next week. You look at Aron who was just eating his food.
~he doesn’t seem to remember~ you thought to yourself.
“What is it _____?” he asked you.
“N-nothing.” You replied back.
After you two were finished eating, he drove you back to your house. As you make your way to the doorstep he said something.
“Wait! _____, you forgot something!” he said as he runs up to you. And now, you both made an eye contact with each other.
“What is it?” you asked as you felt your cheeks heat up as he cups your face with both of his hands.
“You forgot to bring my heart with you.” He said as he winks at you and kisses you goodnight.
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As the days pass, you were busy preparing and thinking for your 100th day surprise for Aron.
~what shall I give to him?~ you thought to yourself while you were watching the television.
Then suddenly, while you were flipping through the channels, you suddenly flipped your attention to a cake show. You watched as the chef made the perfect icing for the top of the cake and as he put on the cherry on top. You can’t help but to smile at the thought that you finally came up with an idea.
You quickly pulled up your jeans and you quickly change your clothes. After that, you went to the grocery store to look up to the ingredients that you will need.
After buying all the ingredients that you will need, you suddenly stop to an accessory shop. You bought a braceley for him.
~hope he likes this~ you said to yourself as you giggle and made your way to the exit door of the shop.
When you reached home, you put the ingredients at their respective places and you quickly got your laptop and searched for a cake recipe. You scrolled through he results and you decided to make a chocolate cake.
You decided to make a small cake to serve as your practice for making a big cake.
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Finally! Your 100th day was today you immediately put the cake in the box that you baked yesterday and voila! You’re now ready to go to Pledis Building.
When you reached the place, you asked some of the staffs where your boyfriend is. The staff said that Aron was out. So you quickly made your way to the practice room and there you saw the other four boys practicing their dance.
When they saw you, they quickly ran up to you and greeted you.
“What brought you here noona?” Ren asked you.
“I’m here to surprise Aron” you said then the four boys giggled.
Its really nice to see the four boys practicing their dance especially, when Aron was there.
A few moments later, the staff called you that Aron was finally at the building. And after a few minutes you heard the door knob squeaked. There, you saw your boyfriend holding a two life size stuff toys. The one which he holds at is right hand was the one that you wanted last week.
“Hyung is very sweet~” Baekho said then het out his very adorable laugh. Then JR, Minhyun and Ren also laugh. They were teasing they’re hyung because he was not that into stuffed toys.
He handed you the stuffed toys and kissed you on the cheeks.
“Thank you” you said and you smiled at him.
He patted your head and he pulled you in a hug. Then the other four boys joined in.
