Super Junior / DongHae

Requested by Anon

Who; Donghae of Super Junior feat. SiWon

Plot; When you tell Donghae you’re leaving him for SiWon. 

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Even after you heard the front door open and shut, you kept folding clothes and putting them in your suitcase. You heard his footsteps come up to the bedroom door and stop. You felt his eyes on you, and even still you refused to meet his eyes.

“Are you almost done in packing?” the question wasn’t harsh or angry, just nonchalant and off handed. It made you flinch regardless, visibly. Donghae sighed and walked away from the bedroom. You held onto the sides of the suitcase to brace yourself, and forced your breathing to slow, and mentally chastised yourself to not cry.

You were moving out of the apartment you had shared with Donghae for the last 2 years. While LeeTeuk had been in the military, Super Junior had stopped promoting and everyone went on to do their own things. Donghae was gone frequently to China and Japan to film drama’s. And on one of those trips, you found yourself signing up for a spiritual retreat weekend.

That was when you had noticed that several idols that Donghae had been in the industry with, were also on the retreat. Including SiWon. You two had been friendly, never really close, but he was always polite to you. As the weekend wore on, and you listened to SiWon’s testimonies about his faith, and how he felt about things, you found the both of you had more in common than you had thought. You two stole shy glances at each other until Sunday night.

”_______ Noona, would you like to come to Church with me next Sunday?” he had somehow managed to work up the nerve to talk to you. You smiled and agreed. Somehow he weasled his way into your mind over the course of the next week. You found yourself thinking of him more than Donghae. Particularly when Donghae wouldn’t answer his phone when you called to talk to him. 

That Sunday was one of the best days out you’d had in awhile. You enjoyed service, and SiWon invited you out for food with him and some of his friends from 3rd wave. You agreed and spend the day smiling, laughing, and enjoying yourself. SiWon made sure you got home alright and said he hoped to see you at Church again. As he bowed at your door and walked away, you caught yourself blushing, and thinking inappropriate thoughts for someone with a boyfriend. 

By the third Sunday it was obvious your crush on SiWon was complete, and had taken over your days. You felt like a teenager again. You had butterflies, you blushed, you giggled. SiWon seemed oblivious that you were like this, until he dropped you off home. 

“Noona, can I speak to you?” he seemed nervous. You wanted to be his friend, and thought, if there was something wrong, you could help. At the very least it would keep him around you longer.

“Certainly SiWon ah, come in.” you smiled and opened the door. He crossed the threshold of you and Donghae’s apartment, and after taking off his shoes, paced in front of the couch. “Would you like something to drink? We have soda, water, juice…” you offered. He smiled but held up his hand to decline. You took a bottle of Diet Coke from the fridge and sat down in a side chair while he continued to pace.

SiWon’s mind was racing. What was he doing here? This was his group members’ girlfriend. His members’ apartment. How could he do this? But he couldn’t help himself.

”_______ Noona.. I don’t really know where to start or how to come out and say this….” he started, his hands sweaty and shaking. 

“Well, you could just start at the beginning.” you offered. He looked at you and before you knew what was happening, he was on his knees at your feet, his hands grasping your free hand. 

“I think I’m in love with you.” he blurted. Your mouth hung open, and you were lost for words. “I know!” he said getting up and flinging himself around the living room in a very dramatic way. “It’s crazy! I know you’re dating Donghae, I know you two are together, and I know that I shouldn’t. But I really do think I’m falling in love with you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. You’re smart, and funny, and open, and honest, and more beautiful than anyone woman has a right to be.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words. It had been a long time since anyone complimented you that way. With Donghae gone so often, and so busy with his career, it felt as though he was just going through to motions with you. The flame between the two of you was gone. And you knew, that if everything was okay with you and Donghae, it would have been easy to tell SiWon no. But you didn’t.

“I don’t know that I’m in love with you SiWon…” you started. He was standing at your living room window, his back to you and his head bowed when your voice started telling him what he really didn’t want to here. “But I do like you… a lot.. and I want to find out if I can love you.” He turned to look at you, a look of disbelief. “DongHae and I are leading totally different lives and have for the past year. With him being away and doing drama’s all the time, I’m no longer a part of his life. I don’t think he loves me anymore. When he does come back, it is over between the two of us. Can you wait for me?” you questioned. 

SiWon didn’t say anything but embraced you close, your body held flush against his broad chest.

“I will wait as long as it takes.” he murmured into your hair. Nothing happened between you that night. Two months later when Donghae returned from filming, you told him all that had happened, and that you were leaving. He took it quietly, and retreated to elsewhere to stay while he was home.

You felt horribly guilty about doing this to him, but you had to follow your heart and every time you now looked inward, it pointed to SiWon.

You walked into the living room where your furniture was covered with plastic. Donghae sat on the couch texting on his phone, but looked up when you came into the room.

“Donghae… I’m.. sorry about this.” you said, barely above a whisper. He smiled that megawatt smile and got up to hug you.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s alright. Like you said when we talked about all of this, you and I have been separate for a long time now, and we’re just prolonging the inevitable, right? You will be happy with SiWon. He will take good care of you and that’s all that I wanted. I should have realized that I couldn’t take care of you the way you deserve if I wasn’t here. I guess my career is still the most important thing to me right now. But we were good while together, right?” 

You looked up into his face and smiled even while tears welled up. You knew he was right, but closing chapters of your life is painful. You both chatted while you finished taking all your clothes out of the drawers of the dresser and in the closet. A knock at the door sent your heart into a panic for a moment. Donghae opened it while SiWon timidly stepped in. SiWon looked at you, you looked back, then at Donghae.

“Will you guys stop! It’s okay! SiWon, don’t you always tell me that God makes your path and what happens is supposed to happen for a reason? Well alright then. I’m okay, you guys are gonna be okay, and that’s all there is to it. If you need help moving the furniture, let me know and I’ll come help, okay? I gotta go. I have to meet some people for food, I promise before I left that I would eat with them. Take care!” 

And with a flourish he was gone. SiWon smiled at you, and you smiled back. You zipped up your suitcase and he helped you cover the rest of the furniture with sheets. You would keep the apartment till the end of the month, but there was no point in living there. Everywhere you looked reminded you of Donghae. SiWon helped you get your suitcase downstairs to the car, and drove you to your own apartment. He took it upstairs for you as well and you both ordered food to be delivered. You didn’t have cable or internet installed yet so you started going through your dvd collection, and watched various movies and stand up comedy. 

When it was time for him to go, SiWon made for the door. You opened your arms for a hug, and he gently embraced you. You felt butterflies in your stomach, and before you could stop it, a contented sigh left your lips. You clasped a hand over your mouth and looked embarrassed. SiWon arched one of his famous Shibrows as a smirk spread across his lips. His large and soft hand gently moved your hand away from your mouth, and after biting his bottom lip for a moment, leaned in and kissed you. Your world was sent for a loop, and was thrown completely off kilter. 

The electricity shot and flew all throughout your body. One of his hands crept into your hair, and the other wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. You completely melted into his arms, and finally cemented in your heart that you had made the right choice. 

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Hope you enjoyed. I’M BACK! 

RyeoWook / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

Requested by Anon

Who; RyeoWook of Super Junior

Plot; A scenario that invovles RyeoWook’s “Moves like Jagger” perf.

You sigh for the third time in 5 minutes and glare at your boyfriend. RyeoWook had been so busy lately that you were feeling neglected. His music player’s earphones were constantly in his ears. And you didn’t know what he was listening to, but it was just one song, on repeat. You wanted to know why, but he never took the headphones off long enough for you to ask. Normally RyeoWook was a very caring boyfriend. But now his obsession with this song was causing him to ignore you. And if there was one thing you hated more than anything, it was being ignored. 

“Oppa, who are you listening to?” you asked out loud. He kept bobbing his head. You frowned and wrinkled your brow. You turned on the couch and nudged him with your toe. He looked up from the screen and smiled at you, but before you could articulate that you wanted to ask him a question, he looked back down at the screen. You bit your lip in irritation. 

You got up from the couch and went to go put your shoes on, you’d pretty much had enough at this point. He still hadn’t looked up at you. You hesitated at the door, waiting to see if he would care that you weren’t there. Nothing. You met YeSung Oppa and Manager nim in the hallway as you headed for the elevator. You bowed, smiled weakly and kept on. YeSung watched you head to the elevator and quirked a brow. You were usually happy go lucky and very talkative, and what not.

“Think they had a fight?” Manager nim asked after the elevator doors closed, and you were out of ear shot.

“RyeoWook ah? Fight? He doesn’t fight with anyone unless he’s really angry. That hardly ever happens. But I’m sure we’ll find out.” YeSung answered. “Looo SAY… We’re Home!” 

He peered into the livingroom and saw RyeoWook sitting on the floor with his mp3 player going full blast. He walked to his room, put his bag and jacket down on his bed and coming back out, tapped RyeoWook on the head.

“Earth to Wookie ya. Anyone home?” he laughed. RyeoWook smiled, as he looked up and saw his Hyung.

“Oh hey Hyung, hey _______-ah… it’s.. ” he paused looking around. “_______-ah? Where’d she go?”

“She left. Awhile ago. I saw her heading to the elevator when we were coming in. She looked kinda upset. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice she was gone.” he questioned, folding his arms. RyeoWook looked sheepish.  ”Kim RyeoWook, what is wrong with you??” YeSung scolded. 

“Don’t do that you sound like my Umma.” RyeoWook grimaced. 

“You deserve to be yelled at by your Umma. How could you be so mean to her like that. What are you listening to anyways?” 

“The song I’m supposed to be preforming at Super Show after we leave tomorrow. I’m nervous. It’s kinda complicated, and it’s really important to me that my English is understandable. I want people to understand me.” 

“So that justifies you ignoring _______-ah?” YeSung prompted, his face stern. “You need to call her and apologize.”

“But Hyung, it’s for…” RyeoWook attempted.

“RyeoWook-ah, you call your girlfriend and apologize, or I’ll tell KyuHyun and he can convince you.” YeSung threatened. RyeoWook’s eyes widened a little bit. Unfortunately, RyeoWook was one of the people that KyuHyun picked on the most. 

“Alright, I’ll apologize. Just… don’t say anything to him.” RyeoWook collected his mp3 player and headed into the room he shared with his group mate. 

You meanwhile were half way home and in no mood to speak to anyone. It really bothered you feeling ignored. It wasn’t a feeling anyone particularly liked, especially you being self conscious about every little thing. Dating a celebrity would do that to you. RyeoWook never ever made you feel like you weren’t good enough, you did plenty of that on your own. So feeling a somewhat cold shoulder from him hit you hard. From somewhere in your purse, your phone rang. You could feel the vibration through the material, you ignored it. If it took RyeoWook THIS long to realize you were gone, he could wait until you were home.

RyeoWook hit “cancel” on his phone and frowned that you hadn’t picked up. Donghae entered the room, having just got home, and put his bag down on his bed. RyeoWook sighed and looked at his mp3 player. Donghae was surprised when his dongseng didn’t greet him happily as he normally did.

“Yah, RyeoWook-ah, are you okay?” he questioned.

“Not really Hyung. I think _____-ah is upset with me. I was concentrating so much on trying to memorize my song, that I didn’t notice she had gotten up and left. YeSung Hyung said if I didn’t call and apologize… he’d tell KyuHyun-ah. And that’s the last thing I want. But she’s not answering. I dunno what to do.” 

“Keep trying to reach her, and if you can’t, send her something. Flowers or one of those edible fruit things they have on tv. Ask SiWon, I think he sent one to his Umma for her birthday or something like that. He could probably help you.” Donghae smiled and was just about to walk out of the room when EunHyuk stuck his face in, winked at RyeoWook, then ran in and tackled Donghae to the bed. 

RyeoWook arched a brow, shook his head at his hyungs, and left them to rough house on the bed. 

“SiWon hyung, are you busy?” RyeoWook asked timidly when he found his hyung going over a script for a new CF.

“Not anymore than usual, what’s up?” SiWon smiled good naturedly but frowned when he saw the lines of worry around his dongseng’s face. “Is everything okay?”

”_______-ah is upset with me, and she’s not answering the phone, so Donghae Hyung suggested I send her flowers or an edible arrangement, whatever that is. He said you sent one to your Umma?” RyeoWook asked sitting down at the table.

“Oh yeah, they have a website. Or you can call them. Lemme find the url for you.” 

Half an hour later, RyeoWook was mixing up fresh fruit and chocolate covered strawberries in a one of a kind arrangement just for you. It would have to be quick because he would be leaving soon for Super Show 4 and he wanted you to forgive him by then. 

“I hope this works.” he whispered and after putting in his debit card information, hit order and sitting back folded his arms. He laid on his bed, his phone in his hand on vibrate, his earphones in his ears, the same song still on repeat.

You got home and saw what time it was and calling RyeoWook back completely slipped your mind. You made dinner, ate, and after watching a few episodes of City Hunter online, you got into your pj’s set your alarm, and went to bed. 

RyeoWook was awoken out of a sound sleep by his Manager hyungnim telling him to get up, it was almost time to go. He glanced at his phone and noticed you hadn’t called. He hoped the gift changed your mind. His bags already packed, he left the dorm, and headed out.

While at work, you heard the ooh’s and ahh’s a few cubicles down, but paid them no mind as you kept typing. Soon a delivery man was at your desk, with a huge basket that was full of fresh fruit and strawberries on a stick, chocolate dipped. 

“Are you ___ _______?” he inquired. You nodded and he handed you a signing machine. “Sign here please. And enjoy, someone must really love you.” he remarked and after tipping his hat brim to you and slightly bowing, headed back out to his waiting truck downstairs. After he was gone, you noticed people kept peeking over their cubicles at you, but when you looked they’d look away. 

“Nosey…” you muttered to yourself. You opened the card attached and read it.

“Dearest Jagiya,
I’m really very sorry that you left without my noticing. It’s the last thing in the world I want to do, to insult you like that, or make you feel unwelcomed in any way. I would blame it on my nerves for Super Show, but that’s still no excuse. If you want to tune in to watch, I have a solo this year in english. That’s what I was listening to. You know my fear of my English not being pronounced correctly. 

I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I love you.

Love,

RyeoWook”

You felt your eyes mist over a little bit. You should have known it was for something important, and while you still didn’t appreciate being ignored, you understood now why and he’d apologized. That night you would watch his live stream performance. 

At the end of your day, you convinced a co worker you were friendly with to give you a lift home while the promise of some of the chocolate covered strawberries. You lied and said they were from your Appa.

Once home, you took a shower, got into some comfy clothes, and setting up your laptop on the computer tray across your lap, you snacked on the fruit while your Oppa and dongseng all performed. Soon… the stage went dark, and you heard RyeoWook’s voice. 

“Just shoot for the stars….”

The crowd went nuts… then silenced slightly.

“Just aim for my heart…” 

More cheering and noise… then the lights came up and RyeoWook in leather pants, a tee shirt and leather jacket took the stage and owned it. He looked directly into the camera and swiped his index finger down his nose. That was his message to you. He did that motion to say Hi and I love you to you. You blushed and watched him strut all around the stage. He even pulled up his shirt hem and showed off his abs he’d been working on. You buried your face in your hands in fangirly glee and bit your bottom lip. You didn’t even mind his dancing with the Dancer Noona’s. After his performance, you clapped as if you were there. You felt silly once you realized what you were doing. You grabbed your phone.

“I love you too Oppa.” 

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I really can’t tell you how long this has been sitting in my drafts. In my DRAFTS… - -;; eff my life. Anyways I hope you like it. ^^

Scene Snippet…

I Said No.

 She jumped up from her bed shaken by the noise that had jarred her from sleep. She glanced at the clock. 2:45am, not even 4 hours since she’d gone to bed. Then she heard the noise again. It was a male voice, calling for help, for something to stop. She instantly recognized it as SiWon. After unlocking her door, and running down the hall, she entered his bedroom suite, who’s door, as promised was wide open.

There he was in the middle of a night terror. She knew better than to try and wake him up. The after effect could be a heart attack from shock. She sat on the edge of his bed and tried to call to him…

“Mr. Choi, wake up… you’re dreaming, wake up..” 

SiWon’s eyes snapped open and he looked at her for mere seconds before he crumbled into wracking sobs that caused his whole body to shake. _______ didn’t know what he’d been dreaming about, but she knew if it was enough for him to fall apart like this, it had to have been bad. She put her arms around his shoulders and allowed him to dampen the entire right side of her pj top. When he’s sobs finally subsided into sniffles, she reached for tissues from the night stand and waited.

“Are you alright now?” she asked softly. He looked at her with a glimmer of hope in his eye. He attempted to put his arms around her but she moved. He frowned, and getting up out of bed, in nothing but his boxers, he pulled her to him and held her.

She felt her mouth go dry, and her body seize up. He really and truly was a beautiful specimen of a man. With muscles and supple skin, and a gaze that could set a woman’s heart afire. Maybe another woman, but not her’s. He was her boss. Period. 

“I don’t know why you keep fighting me. I can give you everything, everything you’ve ever wanted, all you have to do is love me. You can choose to do anything, research, write, travel, anything…” his breath was hot on the side of her face near her ear. And while she didn’t hear the wine from dinner talking anymore, her answer still hadn’t changed. With one hand firmly put against his chest, she pushed and broke his hold around her shoulders.

“What I choose, Mr. Choi, is my job. I don’t say no to you to simply prove a point, or to have you continue to chase me. I say no because it’s how I truly feel. I can’t just turn on love. It doesn’t work that way. It either is there, or it isn’t. And for me it isn’t. You’re my boss, and quite possibly the closest thing to a “friend” I have. 

And if I did give in to you, then what? I would be just another notch on your belt? Just another woman you had bed? With all due respect, Sir, that’s never going to happen. I will set up an appointment for you to speak to someone about your night terrors if you wish, but as for anything more from me, as your personal assistant, the answer is now, and will always be, No.”

After delivering that final lecture, she turned on her heels and exited his suite, closing the door behind her. It was symbolic just as much as it was polite. She was giving him his privacy, while also telling him, she didn’t belong in his bedroom.

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So I had this as a sort of day dream. I wasn’t in it, which was unusual so it wasn’t really a dream I was having? I dunno, but I remembered it when I fully woke up so decided to type it out and put it here. It might become a fanfic. 

Donghae / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

requested by villemo

Who; Donghae of Super Junior

Plot; Healing up.. 

Chapter 9

After your tumble, you began to feel pressure in your legs while using your crutches. You hadn’t really thought it best to attempt to walk without them, after what happened on the bars. Your patience with yourself was improving dramatically. You knew you would get there. 

Your Uncle came into your bedroom one evening after coming home, and was holding a letter. 

”_______-ah, there’s a letter from the lawyers. They said the police have three suspects in custody from the descriptions you gave them. Apparently they were bragging at school that they were super elves whatever that means.” you had to smirk. 

“Elf Keun-Appa. It stands for Ever Lasting Friends. It’s Super Junior’s fanclub.” you explained. He nodded but snorted at the same time as he sat on the edge of your bed.

“Some friends, or fans for that matter.” you remained quiet. “So on Monday, they want you to come into the station and possibly ID them. Are you feeling up to it?” he asked. You had to think about it. There were sure to be camera’s and news people when word got out if they turned out to be the girls who had jumped you. “_______-ah?” he prompted, bringing you back from your thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry I was thinking back… yes I’m up for it. I think I should tell Donghae Oppa so he can let SM’s PR department know what’s going on.” he gave a short grunt but nodded. He didn’t like that there was so much red tape and so much, what felt like politics going on. 

“Alright, I’ll make sure I take a personal day, so I can go with you. I’m pretty sure I should be the one there, instead of your Aunt.” you nodded not wanting to argue. You thought that him being there would be best. He got up and left your room while you opened your phone and dialed Donghae’s number. His voicemail answered. He was probably either recording or on stage somewhere. When it beeped, you left the message. 

“Hi Oppa, it’s me. I got a letter in the mail from the lawyers, they said that the police have suspects in custody. Monday I’m going to the police station with Keun-Appa to possibly identify them. I thought you should know so you can tell your company so they know what’s going on. I’ll talk to you later, Super Junior Hwaiting! Love you! Bye.” 

You hung up and read the letter yourself. Three suspects. What would that mean? You would have to come face to face with them again in court. You would have to testify what they did to you. Would other E.L.F’s be there at the court house? Would more of them come after you? Should you deny that you and Donghae were together? What would SM’s PR dept say to do? Ugh this whole thing was such a mess. You laid back against your pillow and started thinking back. Would you be able to recognize them?

It was a stupid question of course. Even though it was dark, the image of them would be forever burned into your memory. Even though your cousin warned you not to do it, you let your self imagine what would have happened if you hadn’t brought your phone, if your cousin hadn’t found you. 

The cold would start creeping up from your legs into your core. Your hands would turn blue and then black. You would feel sleepy, your heart would start to compress. Your breathing would be labored. Everything in your body’s core would drop in temperature. And you would be forgotten. The snow silently covering up your body as well as any evidence of your demise. A thick blanket of snow would have frozen you solid by the time people started looking for you. How would you fit in a casket? Would the morgue have to break your limbs in order to make you fit? You imagined a morgue worker standing over you with a scalpel or some other medical tool getting ready to cut your chest open, then opening your skull to take your brain out. You imagined the look on your parents’ faces. And Donghae Oppa. How would he have reacted? You thought of him at your grave site crying over your tombstone. 

You sat bolt up right in bed. You were sweating and shaking like a leaf. You glanced at the clock. 3am. You must have fallen asleep. You wiped your forehead and started to shiver. You noticed you had a message. It was a number you didn’t recognize. 

“You think you’re so smart. Just because you lived doesn’t mean you won’t next time.” 

Your eyes went wide. You called the number but it was disconnected. You kept the message for Monday when you went to the police station. For now, you got up with your crutches and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes. 

The next morning, you went downstairs for breakfast and wondered if you should tell your family about the text message. You were going to just let it pass, but then thought about it. In movies and books, that you had always read, when they didn’t tell people, something bad always happened, and you would scream at the tv or throw the book to the edge of the bed in frustration. You did NOT want to be a stereotype in that way.

“Keun-Appa, I have something to tell you?” you started. He looked up from the News paper he was reading. 

“Hmm?” he asked without looking up.

“I got… a text message.” 

“Well congratulations.” he snickered. You had to snort yourself.

“It was a threat.. against me. I think it was an ELF.” he lowered the paper and looked at you. 

“What did it say?” you read it and showed him your phone. He frowned more and handed the phone back to you. “Did you call them?” 

“I did, and it was disconnected. I kept it because I thought I should show the police when we go Monday.” he nodded.

“Good idea. I don’t like the way this is shaping up. It might mean there are more of them, than just the three you said attacked you. Or it could be them. I don’t know if the ones they have in custody are really the three you saw. We don’t know anything for sure. But you shouldn’t go anywhere alone. They know you live here on this street, I don’t want anything else to happen to you.” you impatiently sighed more in frustration than objection to your Uncle’s request. 

“This is unbelievable. I finally get the feelings back in my legs, and I’m still a prisoner! And now I have people out to get me? Is this real life? I mean who does this happen to? Ever!” your cousin looked sympathetically to you and offered you the last piece of toast to help you feel better. You grimaced and took a big bite of plain toast, nearly gagging at it’s dryness. You drank a sip of orange juice and swallowed. 

“I guess that means I’ll be taking you to your physical therapy appointments.” your cousin said. Your Uncle nodded and after getting up, and putting his coat on, grabbed his briefcase after a kiss on his cheek from his wife. “You two behave.” he warned. “This is serious.”

After he walked out, your cousin smiled at you.

“And serious business means we should do some serious retail therapy after your appointment.” she grinned. You tried to smile, you wanted to remain normal, but you couldn’t deny fear was beginning to get to you.

The idea of people knowing where you lived, and coming to “get you” and do you harm was something you never thought of before it actually happened. You thought people would be upset, maybe even harass you in public, but never hurt you, let alone put you in the hospital. 

“Hello, anyone home?” your cousin asked while sweeping her hand in front of your face.

“Huh?” you said blinking.

“Wow, you really went on a trip didn’t you?”

“Sorry,” you said with a sigh, “It’s just.. this is so unfair! I know I know life isn’t fair. But this is more than just me having a pity party for myself. I’m in real danger here. What if Keun-Appa is right? What if there are more people out there who want to hurt me and know who I am? Where am I supposed to go? What am I supposed to do?” 

“I don’t know but we’ll figure something out! You can’t just become a recluse and it’s not fair of Appa to think you should just sit up in your room and rot. You need to go outside and prove what you said before is true. They can’t run your life. Just know that it’s a bold statement, and because of it, they’ll always be there.” 

“I can deal with them being there. I can deal with the text messages, or the throwing of insults. But when they come at me in droves, and attack like a pack of wolves, that I can’t handle.” 

“I know, but how do you think Donghae Oppa must feel? I’m pretty sure he’s scared for you as well, even though he doesn’t say anything. Hey, maybe you should ask him if he has anyone that he knows who also has a girlfriend, then you could talk to her and ask her how she deals?” 

The idea made sense, and you made a mental note to ask Donghae Oppa about it next you spoke. You got up with your crutches and your cousin went upstairs to grab her purse and keys to take you to your appointment. You opened the front door and screamed. Screamed like you had never screamed before. Your cousin came down stairs two at a time and came right up to you. 

“What happened, what is it? Oh my god.” 

There on your doorstep was a cardboard box and inside was a dead animal, half rotting and smelled horrible. Taped to one of the boxes flaps was a hand written note that read,

“We know where you are.” 

You looked at your cousin, your cousin looked at you and then she pulled out her phone to call her father, and the police. It looked as though your new “friends” weren’t going to wait until Monday. 

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YAY chapter 9!! 

-Telli

EunHyuk / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

Requested by asye-c 

Who; EunHyuk of Super Junior

Plot; When he serenades you

This is the second part to asye’s request. She asked for both this and the L scenario I did before this. :)  Hope you enjoy both mama. 

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You bit your bottom lip sitting in the limo. It had just shown up outside your apartment. Your boyfriend EunHyuk had sent it for you. It was your anniversary. You hadn’t been together for very long, so that he would go to this extent, more than surprised you. The limo driver had delivered a long dress box, as well as a bag. Inside was the most beautiful cocktail dress you had ever seen in person, and off the rack. You had admired ones just like it in the windows when you walked by the really expensive department store windows going to and from your job. You could never have afforded one like it on your salary. But it was fun to look at them. You would walk the rest of the way to work, your headphones pumping your moods favorite hit of the moment into your ears, and you imagined what it would be like to have fancy places to go wearing a dress like that.

Now there you were, about to zip one up. It was a beautiful jade colour that highlighted your hair and hugged your figure. The asymmetrical strap went over your left shoulder. The hem hitting you just above the knee was shorter than you in your modesty were used to, but it was beautiful.
In the bag were metallic T strap heels, as well as undergarments. You blushed as the familiar pink of Victoria’s Secret peeked at you from behind the shoe box. You opened it and inside was a black lace strapless bra, and under a matching pair of boy shorts. He knew you all to well. A note inside the bag had you covering your mouth with giggling girly glee. 

“These are for you Jagiya, it may be a long time before I see you in them, but just knowing that you’re wearing them will fuel dreams for months to come.”

You gave your hair a last look in the hall mirror before putting your keys, wallet and phone in your small clutch. The limo driver was waiting outside the car, leaning, but snapped to attention when you walked up. He smiled. Not in a sassy or undressing you with his eyes way. More like a proud and approving parent. As you got in, he leaned close and whispered,

“He’s going to love you my dear.” you blushed and thanking him, nearly cracking your face into the car door in the process, you got into the car. 

So now here you were. It was going to be a bit of a drive, so you settled back in your seat and your mind began to wander. If your friends could see you now, you wouldn’t hear the end of it. It was your Oppa who had wanted you to meet EunHyuk. He was a back up dancer at SM and not many people knew. He didn’t want to have people around him who only wanted to be close with him because of his job. Lucky for you, you had known him since school times so he knew he could trust you. 

“Oh c’mon, you’ve got nothing better to do. You never have anything better to do.” he teased while he slurped up ramen in your kitchen. You had glared at him angry because you knew he was right. You were one of those work a holics who never did anything even remotely social. You went to work, you worked your fingers to the bone for a boss who would as soon spit at you as look at you, came home and vegged in front of the tv with your dog eating either ramen or take out. 

You didn’t go quietly however. You bitched and ranted about just about everything you could think of. Part of it was a deflection tactic. You didn’t want to have fun, because if you did, you’d have to first deal with the “i told you so’s” and second wanting to go out more often. The other part of you was partially hoping you would annoy your Oppa enough for him to tell you to go home. But that didn’t happen. Your Oppa had known you for long enough to know what you were doing, and he wasn’t about to let you get out of this. EunHyuk needed a good girl instead of these gold digger so called “fans” who were trying to take him for everything he had, or just for bragging rights. And you needed someone to bring you out of your shell and teach you how to have fun. 

The minute you laid eyes on them all in their practice room, you instantly went quiet. You wanted to just blend into the background. But your Oppa wasn’t having it. He noisily introduced everyone to you and let them all know who you were. You felt your cheeks burning. You would have given anything at that point to melt into the floor, or be invisible. You sat down in the corner near the Coordi Noona’s and the instructor who sat in a steel fold up chair and watched them practice the new routine. You didn’t know it yet, but you were watching the final touches to the dance routine for the Super Show version of “Opera”, and what would eventually be their 3rd Japanese single. It would be months before they would do Super Show but they always wanted to be ready. 

Fast forward a month and you sat nervously outside in a park, after dark with EunHyuk. He had insistently asked you out, and finally you caved. Your dates always happened after dark because being seen in broad daylight, or even being seen together at all, would damage his image. It made you feel like a burden, and that you would rather not be with him if that’s how you were going to feel all the time. As the walk you two had taken came to a close, he had a burst of boldness and pulled you to him for a hug. You were shaking in his grip. Your cheeks were flushed in embarrassment. You couldn’t put a finger on just why you were always so nervous around him. You also couldn’t understand just why he even liked you. 

You spent the first month of your being “dating” horribly afraid that camera’s would come out of someplace and tell you it was all a joke. You didn’t dare let yourself believe he actually liked you…. until you kissed. You had actually put effort into your appearance for this date. You reasoned that if you were going to be humiliated on tv, you might as well look nice for it. He smiled a little wider when he saw you. 

“You look really, really nice. Does this mean you’re becoming more comfortable around me?” he asked looking hopeful.

“Maybe.” you conceded. As you sat on the park bench he kept fiddling with his fingers and looking really nervous.

You turned to ask him what was wrong when he turned to look at you and your lips brushed together. You stopped and waited. You kept looking around. He looked at you strangely.

“What are you looking for?” he asked you bluntly.

“I’m waiting for the camera’s and television people to come storming out of the bushes to tell me this is all a joke. This can’t be real, there’s no way a guy like you would really like a girl like me. Not when you have all those girls you work with to choose from.” he looked angry at you, which surprised you.

“Is that what you think? You think everything I’ve told you has been a lie? That I’m a liar when I say that I like you? I just kissed you!” his outburst had your breath caught in your throat. Could he really like you. He stood up still looking angry, “If you’re not going to believe in anything I say then why did you keep answering my calls, and keep coming to meet me?” you were also growing flustered, so you stood up to look him in the eye.

“Because I wanted to believe it!” you raised your voice, then the tears started and your strength left you, barely above a whisper you continued, “I wanted to believe that someone like you could like someone like me. But things like that don’t happen. Not in real life. This isn’t some drama where the rich goodlooking guy comes to sweep the poor little pauper off her feet…” you looked at him, “but I wanted it to be like that. And I guess I was hoping against hope that it was true.” you went to wipe your tears, but he caught your hand, and with a quick motion, pulled you flush against his chest. His face dangerously close to yours.

“Don’t ever doubt me when I say I like you. If I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t say it. And if I didn’t mean it.. I certainly wouldn’t do this..” 

Before you could ask what “this” was, his lips took over yours. He slanted his mouth over yours giving him the advantage. The one hand that had reached for your wrist now laced his fingers with yours and held it around his back. His other hand combed through your hair and cupped the side of your face.
His kiss was gentle, and slow, and soft. As if he had all the time in the world to just stand there and make out with you. His tongue swiped your bottom lip slowly, each pass of his mouth encouraging you to part your lips and let him in. When his tongue made contact with yours, your world was thrown for a loop and you knew somehow that nothing would ever be the same.

The opening of the car door brought you back from your thoughts. The driver smiled and held out his hand to help you out. You entered what looked to be an old time theater, where they still parted the curtains for the screen. You were escorted to the front row where you sat. You looked around for a moment before the music started. 

The music was familiar, and before you could place it, Eunhyuk in a black and white suit, looking crisp and dapper was on stage rapping the opening lines of “I Wanna Love You”. He was soon joined by DongHae who winked at you when you grinned at him. As the song ended, Donghae disappeared somewhere back stage, and EunHyuk made his way down the side stairs to you. 

He held out his hands which you took. Before you could compliment his preformance, he moved into your arms and kissed you. You clung to the fabric of his jacket sleeves in surprise, unable to do anything else. He pulled away briefly to allow you both to breathe before he gently cupped your face in both hands, going for another kiss.

“You’re so beautiful.” he breathed over your lips before he covered them with his own. 

The night ended with the driver of the limo falling asleep in the driver seat, hands folded over his chest, head back and snoring, while you and EunHyuk, barefoot stood on the beach watching the sunrise in each others arms. 

“I love you beautiful girl.” he whispered into your hair as his chin rested on the top of your head. 

“I love you too my boy.” you whispered back into his shirt, the lingering smell of cologne tickling your nose. 

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SiWon / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

Requested by; asheswefalldown

Who; SiWon of Super Junior

Plot; When you’ve been in a car accident driving home, and SiWon rushes to the hospital to find you there.

Why was it so cold? You didn’t know, but you could feel the cold creeping in from somewhere, and you couldn’t make it stop. It had been warm in the car just a minute ago. But that bright light, where did it come from? Why was there a metal taste in your mouth? What was that noise? 

“SiWon-sshi, you have a phone call.” a male voice called out. Choi SiWon turned away from the script he was reading to pick up the phone. 

“Yabusayo, SiWon imnida.” he said pleasantly while albeit a bit absently as he continued to leaf through the script.

”..SiWon-ah…” a female voice choked out. It caused SiWon to snap to attention. The voice sounded familiar and while he couldn’t place it, whom so ever it was, sounded upset.

“This is SiWon, can I help you?” he asked out of habit.

“This is Lee _______, _______-yah’s Umma…” she managed through the sniffles. SiWon shifted nervously in his seat. He wasn’t sure why, but he had this pit feeling in his stomach like he was about to vomit.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Lee, um.. pleasure to hear your voice again. Is everything alright?” SiWon wasn’t sure why but he knew he was going to hate the answer.

“SiWon-ah, there’s been an accident. _______-yah is in the hospital.” SiWon sat bolt upright at those words, but your umma had broken down into tears, leaving him with no ability to request more information about the situation or your condition. Soon a male voice took over.

“SiWon-ah? It’s _______-yah’s Appa. I’m sorry my wife she’s… she’s taking this pretty hard. _______-yah is in Memorial Hospital, she was in a car accident. She’s in surgery right now, she had a punctured lung when her ribs were crushed by the car door. They have a somebody in custody, the police were here when she was brought in and filled us in. We just thought you would want to know, and if you want to come here, I’ll give you the room number and everything.”

SiWon didn’t need any more convincing than that. He wrote down the information your Appa gave him and after explaining everything to his manager, headed for the hospital. As he sat in the car, being driven there, his mind wandered. He tried to keep it confined to happy memories you two had had together, and all the good memories to come. The vacation you two were going to take soon together the next time he went to London or Paris because he promised to take you. The new puppy he’d been trying to pick out for you because your own dog had passed away from old age not to long ago, and he had wanted to get you a new friend, just not so soon so you would be upset. All the conversations, all the hugs, the kisses, all the White Days, and Valentines, and Picture Day, and Music Day, and all the other special days that you two would have together, that you should have together. He fingered the cross on the chain around his neck and tried to keep the tears from streaming down his face. 

You weren’t cold anymore, you felt warm, and safe, where you were. But you weren’t sure just where that was. You didn’t feel the need to open your eyes, mostly because you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not. You heard beeping, people walking around in the distance, something that sounded like a PA system, but it was kind of foggy. You thought you heard crying, which worried you, but you still couldn’t convince yourself to open your eyes. Instead you sank back down into the warm dark you had just barely come up from and stayed there.

“You can see here…” the Doctor said, indicating on the machine with his pen, “that her brain waves are there. So she’s not in a coma, not entirely, and she’s not going to be a vegetable. She will most likely make a complete recovery. It’ll be a slow process, because of her ribs, and she’ll have to take things easy for awhile, but she should be alright.” his smile of reassurance caused your Umma to sniff, and if she hadn’t been married, she probably would have hugged and kissed the Doctor for the news. 

Just as he walked out of the room, SiWon arrived downstairs. He stood outside the sliding doors and took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure what was waiting for him in recovery room 608 but he was promising himself, and God that no matter what, he’d be whatever you needed him to be. Even if he had to say goodbye to you for the last time. Hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst.

But God wouldn’t be that cruel to you both, would he? It was really only by mere happenstance that you two found each other in the first place. If SiWon hadn’t been so engrossed in his script, and you hadn’t been such a klutz, you would have sailed past each other like ships in the night. And while your kimchi disaster, the dog walking fiasco, and the countless other “interesting incidents” that peppered your relationship also wouldn’t have happened, both of you knew that you were more well rounded people, and better for the experiences together.

SiWon taught you patience. You’d had little before getting to know him. He brought you closer to God, as he did, or attempted to do with everyone he met, but it had been important to you. After your best friend had lost her battle with cancer you were bitter, and angry at everyone and everything. You kept blaming yourself, thinking that if you had only known the signs, you could have helped her get help sooner. And one night you vented that frustration to SiWon. He looked at you calmly and asked a question you never forgot, 

“Do you think you know better than God?” you weren’t sure how to answer that but you were still angry. “Because everything that happens, Jagiya, happens for a reason. He knows what he’s doing, even if we don’t. It could be that your friend was called home because he needed her, even more than we did.” 

“But… she was everything to me. She was my conscious. What am I supposed to do without her? Who am I supposed to turn to now that she’s gone? She was taken from me, and I feel empty without her. She knew me better than I knew myself. What am I supposed to do now?” and you cried bitterly. SiWon held you as you cried. 

“You’re supposed to give yourself over to him. Give him your troubles, your worries, your fears, your anger. He loves you. He’ll always love you, and no matter what you say, or what you do, he’ll always be there for you when you need him. He is your Heavenly Father, and no one can love you like he can. And if it’s someone physical that you need with you, someone you can see, can touch, hold onto, I’m always here for you.” 

That was the moment you knew SiWon was the only person you would ever need the rest of your life. 

SiWon walked into the doorway of your hospital recovery room. Your Appa smiled at him and nodded.

“She’s going to be okay SiWon-ah. She’ll have some healing up to do, naturally. But, there’s no signs of permanent damage, or brain damage, or anything like that. So, be a peace, she’ll be fine.” 

SiWon nodded at your Appa and after bowing to him and your Umma, sat down in the seat next to your bed, and holding your hand, the most sincere prayer he’d ever prayed left his heart and flew it’s way to Heaven. 

“I love you Jagiya.” was all he said while stroking your hair away from your face. 

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SeungHo / MBlaQ Kpop Scenario

Requested by; Tunameatballa

Who; SeungHo of MBlaQ

Plot; A cute bf / gf cooking scenario

You attempted to bring your hand up to the doorbell of the apartment but it wasn’t working. The bags you had hanging from your arms were to heavy. You finally managed to elbow the bell and breathed a sigh of relief. You had promised your boyfriend Seungho that you would be over and he agreed to help you make dinner. While you were mentally calculating what you needed to do in order for dinner to be done, the door opened and there he stood. 

His hair was still medium blonde, and his chubby lips, that you had coveted from afar for almost a year before you got up the nerve to talk to him, curved into a smirk.

“Welcome home Jagiya.” he let out a slow rumble, almost like a purr of satisfaction at seeing you. He did it on purpose of course. He enjoyed seeing you blush, and attempt to be proper. You snarked at him enough for it.

“A-Ahnyoung Oppa… can you help me bring these in?” you asked meekly. He smirked wider and took the bags from you easily. His biceps flexing against the material of his tee shirt caused your mouth to go dry and you had to cough. 

“Anything else you need from me gongjoo?” he asked sweetly. You knew he was playing with you now and it was enough for you to get your back up in annoyance. 

“Yes, actually, can you start the rice,” you began as you took out the large bag and heaved it at him. “while I slice the meat, and then you can help me chop the veggies.” he noticed you weren’t looking at him while you spoke. He had a plan though. 

“Alright, we can do this.” he said. His tone caused you to turn and look and you very nearly swallowed your own tongue. From somewhere you didn’t see, he had produced an apron, buttercup yellow in colour with white polkadots and ruffles. You took one look at him and nearly fell to the floor laughing. He remained calm while you attempted to control yourself, failing entirely.

“W-Wh-Where did you g-get that… THING??” you managed to get out before laughing hysterically all over again. 

“I borrowed this from Joon…” he started but it only made you laugh harder at the thought of Joon walking around in that apron, you were very nearly on the floor. “.. and I got it because I didn’t want to mess up my clothes while cooking with you. Am I taking this to seriously?” his tone caused you to stop laughing as much and finally get up and catch your breath.

“No Oppa, I don’t think you’re taking this to seriously. I’m happy that you’re agreeing to cook with me. I know you’d rather be playing video games or something.” you conceded. He looked hurt at that and you arched a brow.

“No, I’d rather be doing something with you than playing any video game Jagi, and don’t you forget it.” he hugged you and even though the ruffle and ribbon from the apron tickled your nose you fought the urge to laugh. 

“Okay Oppa, I’m sorry. Shall we start cooking then?” you asked with a smile. He smiled in return and nodded. He went to open the bag of rice while you unpacked all the food you’d bought. It wasn’t long before Seungho turned to you to ask about what to put in the water for the rice and saw you reading the back label of a package of brownie mix. His eyes went wide.

“Are we making those too Jagi?” he asked, his voice hyper like a little kid. He sounded more like Joon, than the quiet leader image he’d projected of himself. 

“Yes Oppa, if you want.” you smiled. He grinned and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. You sucked in a breathe, it getting stuck somewhere in your throat, once again, causing you to cough. 

You sliced the meat and heated up the habachi. Once the rice cooker went off, you both started chopping up the veggies. 

“Oppa, can you open this?” you asked handing him the jar of Kimchi. He smiled and impressively opened the jar with ease. 

Once dinner was done and you both had eaten, Seungho put the dishes in the sink and started to wash them, while you gathered the ingredients for the brownies. You gathered up the oil, the water, got the eggs from the fridge, and the big bowl. Seungho kept glancing behind his shoulder to see how far you’d gotten. You knew what he wanted, and you waited until he was done. He came scurrying over to look over your shoulder, he saw the batter mixed together and his face fell, until you held out the eggs for him.

“I know it’s your favorite part, so just try not to get any shell into it.” you said with a smirk. His whole face lit up and he really did resemble little Leo. One of the babies he’d recently had to say goodbye to. He tried very hard and managed to not get any shell into the brownie mix. You handed him the spoon to mix it together while you sprayed the pan with cooking spray so it wouldn’t stick. 

“Pour it in here?” he asked when he was done. You nodded and noticed he wasn’t being very thorough when scraping the bottom and the sides. 

“Oppa… all of it.” you warned. He looked at you blankly. “You heard me, all of it.”

“I don’t get to lick the bowl?” he pouted.

“How old are you again?” you shot back. He pouted further.

“What’s that got to do with anything? Oh alright.” he pouted even further, and sulked his way into the living room. You heard the Xbox live sounds and smirked. He was going to go shoot zombies to vent his frustration. That was fine. It gave you time to cleanup, for the brownies to bake, and for him to quit sulking. 

45 minutes later, with the kitchen clean, the brownies somewhat cooled, you cut him and yourself a square. You made it extra special, by putting vanilla ice cream on the plate, with chocolate sauce and a couple of cherries since he always complained about only getting one. 

You went into the living room and sat down on the couch not saying a word and started eating yours. You heard him audibly sniff over the sound effects. He glanced over his shoulder and saw you eating the brownie with ice cream. He huffed and turned back to the tv.

“Oppa, your ice cream is going to melt into soup if you don’t come and eat it now.” you said evenly. He paused the game and saw his plate sitting on the couch. He leaped over to you and practically inhaled the whole plate. He heaved a contented sigh, and laid down with his head in your lap.

“I’m really glad you came over tonight Jagi.” he said softly, his fingers playing with the ribbon detail at the bottom of your shirt. You kept eating your brownie and ice cream.

“I’m glad to Oppa. I’m always glad when I’m here with you.” Just then a large crack of thunder nearly made you dump the remainder of your brownie and ice cream onto Seungho’s face. And the rain let loose. 

“So does this mean we get to cuddle tonight.” Seungho asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows. 

“Yaaah OPPAAA!! Go away!!” you shrieked and putting your plate down, chased him around the living room with a pillow. 

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Henry / Super Junior M Kpop Scenario

Requested by Anon

Who; Henry of Super Junior M

Plot; Any

Henry wandered up and down the aisles. His eyes darted at all the different colours and shapes. He was looking for toys. Animal toys. Nearly every hyung he had, owned some sort of pet. So today he was going to get some toys for HeeChul’s cat, and YeSung’s dog, and some things for his turtles. Although he had no idea what he was going to get. Everything was so distracting, he kept getting off track. Before he knew what he was doing, he was in front of fish tanks and watching the different kinds. The darting Mollies, the aggressive guarmi, the google eye gold fish, the skittish guppies, and then he saw you.

You worked there at the pet store as one of the fish catchers. When you turned around and saw someone looking at you, you thought he was just another customer. You flashed him a smile and came over to the tank he was looking at.

“Good Afternoon, Can I help you with something?” you asked pleasently.

“Yes, um.. I mean no. Well sort of.” he stuttered. You quirked a brow, not really sure what he was looking for.

“Would you like more time in looking for a new friend?” you asked with a smile.

“A new… oh no, no no no, I’m not here for a fish. I just kind of wandered over here. I’m here for some toys for my hyungs’ animals. One has a dog and some turtles, and the other has a cat. But everything just looks so cool, I didn’t know what to get, so I just came over here and started looking at the fish.” he finished.

You nodded knowing that all the aisles of toys weren’t only annoying to stock sometimes, but trying to choose something for a pet that wasn’t yours was difficult. “I know just how you feel.” you sympathized. “My Unnie has a dog, and I quickly learned that he can’t have the squeaker balls, because they’re annoying, and tennis balls are also a no go cause he chews them to the point he opens them!” you laughed. Henry also laughed.

“Well.. _______,” he said reading your name tag, “would you mind giving me a hand looking for something then?” you nodded, even though you were strictly a fish associate, you had enough friends and family with pets to know the best things to get that would last awhile.

After asking Henry was kind of dog it was, what kind of turtles, and what type of cat, you suggested things until his hands were full. He grinned as he headed to the register and you went back to your department.

”_______ where have you been, we’ve had customers over here looking for fish!” one of your co workers scolded.

“I’m sorry, a customer came looking for things and no one was in the department to help so he asked for mine.”

“There are people for other departments, that’s what the PA system is for, now go help the lady by the salt water tanks.”

“Yes sir.” you said and quickly rushed over to assist a lady looking at the different coloured Angel fish. You asked her what type of tank she had, and she specified it was a fresh water tank. You apologized and pointed out that the particular Angelfish she was looking at were salt water only and that being in fresh water would kill them. She attempted to argue, but you quickly pointed at the tags and let her read up on them on her own. She looked mildly upset that she couldn’t have the Angel fish.

“Well what about those Angel fish is it that you like and maybe we can find something else in fresh water.”

“The colours.” she said shortly. You smiled and snapping your fingers together, you beckoned her over.

“These fresh water ones have colours and they do well together. Or if you have a smaller tank with no fish already in it, you can purchase a Betta fish. They’re solitary, don’t enjoy big tanks or having a pump, so they make perfect first time fish. These here are called Mollies, and those are Guppies, they’re pretty hardy too.” you smiled. The woman seemed entranced by the mollies and soon left with a whole bag full.

Hours later, with the customer asking for cat and dog toys nearly forgotten, and while you were explaining to a customer why if he had a tank full of gold fish he could ONLY have goldfish in that tank, he returned, looking at the betta fish. You saw him out of the corner of your eye but were still with a customer.

“I don’t understand why I can’t mix them.” he said stubbornly folding his arms.

“Because sir, gold fish waste is overly toxic to other fish. It will change the PH of the tank and the other fish wouldn’t survive very long if at all. So if you have gold fish, you should just stick with gold fish, if you have a spare tank, that you’d like to convert into a “other fish” type of tank, I’d suggest doing that. Otherwise, I can show you the different kinds of gold fish we have.”

“What do you mean different kinds? Goldfish all look like that don’t they?” he asked pointing to the feeder tank.

“Oh no sir, there are google eyes and fan tails and ones that look like small koi’s, they’re a very varied species.” you smiled and intrigued he followed and instantly turned into a little kid with his face pressed against the glass.

“Can I have that black fan tail back there, and this white and orange one?” he asked with a smile. You grinned and nodded, and getting a bag, went to get the bucket and net. Your previous customer came up to you then.

“Hey! I’m back.” he smiled.

“Hey, I see that. Hold that thought, I’m catching fish.” you said making a hand gesture for him to wait a moment. He followed but stayed at a distance watching you. You coo’d at the fish, as if it made a difference, and were very gentle in setting them in the water.

Henry folded his arms and smiled watching you work. He thought you were pretty cute actually. He’d noticed when he first asked you for help, the way your eyes lit up when you were talking about animals.

You brushed past him as you headed for the sink, to dump the water and the fish into the plastic bag without any threat of them falling on the ground or the water getting all over the floor and causing an accident. You knotted the bag at the top, and wrote down the sku numbers of the tank and handed it to the customer who grinned from ear to ear.

“Now, how can I help you?” you asked with a smile after washing your hands and putting the equipment back. “Not here for more dog and cat toys I hope?” he smiled.

“Nah, I’m originally not from Korea, I’m from Canada. So all my pets are there. But I was thinking about what you said before about having a “new friend” when talking about the fish, and I thought maybe I should have one. Give me something to do. And I always liked watching fish swim. They make me feel calm, and happy if that makes sense.” you blushed slightly at the smile on your face as he rambled on about fish.

“Sure. Well, what kind of tank were you thinking about making? Fresh or saltwater?”

“Probably fresh water. I wouldn’t be able to dedicate an oober amount of time to it, and that wouldn’t be fair to the fish.”

“Truer words were never spoken, how many fish would you like? 1, 2, 10?” you laughed.

“Well maybe a couple, 3 or 4 of the tiny ones, so they have company ya know? Those pretty shiny ones are nice.” he said pointing to a tank of mixed guppies.

“They are. They’re really nice and pretty hardy too. You have to be careful of the PH though. And if you don’t have a tank you might wanna set that up first before you get the fish. The difference in water temp from the bag to the tank might kill them, they’d go into shock. Also you wanna make sure the filter has 24 hours to cycle the water so it’s safe for the fishes.” he nodded and you walked up and down the aisles helping him pick out a tank, the filter, the food, the hood, the lamp, gravel, inside decorations and the whole nine yards. He seemed really happy heading to the register.

After a long day you headed home with a smile. You walked through the door and after hanging up your coat and taking your shoes you rolled your eyes at the dirty dishes in the sink. You rolled up your sleeves and started washing them.

“Hey fish food’s home.” you gritted your teeth. It was your cousin. He always made fun of your job at the pet store, even though he didn’t have a job at all.

“Help a lot of people with their precious pets?” he snickered. You weren’t going to dignify that with an answer. “Well you have fun being a lonely housewife. Umma and Appa have gone out, and I’m heading out the door.” he shot you a peace sign with a smirk and shut the door loudly behind him. After finishing the dishes you made yourself a small plate of food and headed upstairs to watch tv.

The next day after clocking in, you saw a familiar figure standing in your department with a smile and a small wave to you

“Couldn’t wait to get your fish huh?” you laughed. Your department manager looked over at you.

“Well I’ve seen you catch fish and I know that if you catch them, they have the best chance to make it. I did everything you said to do with the tank. I put it by a window so they get natural light, it looks really nice. Here look.” he said taking out his phone, and opened a picture of the tank on the table near a window. You saw someone else in the picture, who looked kind of familiar but you couldn’t place him.

“Alrighty then. Let’s pick your fish then.” you said with a smile. You got the bucket, filled it with water from the tank, and grabbed the net.

“Why do you do that?” he asked.

“Do what?” you asked before you stuck the net in the water.

“Take the water from the tank?”

“Because it’s the temperature that they’re used to. Remember how I told you that when you take them home, you have to put the bag in the water so the water in the tank and the water in the bag become the same temperature. A radical temperature change would kill them.” you finished and he nodded.

“Can you catch that orange one there? And… that red one? Mmm… that multi coloured one… and umm… how about that little white one in the back? Are they all male?” he asked. You nodded.

“Yep, the big fantails with colours are for attracting a mate. The sort of plain looking ones are the females. In the animal world, especially for fish and birds and some lizards, the colourful display attracts female who are not as flashy.” you said as you walked to the sink with his fish.

“You know a lot about animals.” he commented. You blushed but nodded.

“I hope to start school to study animals. A zoologist, perhaps. I’d like to work in a Zoo, or do research on animals.” you said as you wrote down the sku for the guppies on the bag.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets and listening. You blushed as you realized he probably didn’t want to hear your whole life story. You finished writing and handed him the bag.

“Please enjoy them.” you said trying to avoid eye contact.

“I will.” he said and after thanking you headed for the register. You fanned your blushing cheeks with your hands and started to feed the fish.

You helped customers all day long, using your knowledge to assist them in making the best decisions on which fish would be better for them and their set up. Your department manager called you to the front of the store just before closing and stood with your store manager in his office.

”_______, come in, have a seat.” you looked around, not nervous but anxious. You’d never been called in the office before. You were hoping it wasn’t something you’d done wrong. “You got a very nice compliment today from a customer. He talked about you for about 20 minutes complimenting your knowledge on the fish, your helpfulness in picking out a tank, and all the other things that came with it. Also how the day before you helped him with purchasing animal gifts for his friends. So because of that, we’ve decided to make you Employee of the Month, Congratulations.” your store manager smiled and getting up shook hands with you.

You didn’t know what to say. No one except cashiers usually got employee of the month. You were speechless as they pinned a pretty golden pin to your shirt’s collar and then took your picture. You smiled big and thanking them, practically skipped back to your department.

Your high lasted until it was time to go home. You knew that your cousin was probably waiting at home with his snarky comments about you having no friends and no where to go. You begrudgingly put your coat on and walked out of the store while your manager set the alarm.

”_______..?” a voice said your name. Turning it was him. The customer from the last couple of days.

“Oh Hi. Don’t tell me something happened to your fish!” you said looking slightly troubled.

“No, no. I just wanted to thank you again. They love the tank, at least I think they do. They were all still alive when I left home. I just… um. Are you busy.. right now?” he asked with a blush creeping into his face.

“Busy? Um, not really I was just going to head home, why?”

“Oh, you’re probably tired after a long day, I’m sorry to bother you.”

“No, you aren’t bothering me.” you said quickly. “I’m not tired. I usually don’t have a whole lot to do after work. I just moved here no that long ago to live with my Aunt and Uncle and… cousin.” you cleared your throat, making a face that clearly let him know that you didn’t appreciate said cousin. “I get made fun of, by him, a lot of the time because I haven’t made any friends yet.” you looked up at him looking sad.

“That’s terrible, and definitely not nice.” he said nodding.

“Oh god I’m so sorry. That’s the second time today I’ve ranted about my life to you. You probably don’t care, I’ll just shut up now.” you said about to turn around and walk up.

“No, I like it.” he said quickly. “I like hearing about your life.. I mean.. if you want to tell me. Oh my name is Henry by the way. I was going to ask you if you wanted to get something to eat… with me. My treat. I’d like to hear more about your wanting to work with animals. I could drive you home to tell your family you’re okay.” he offered. You thought quickly and agreed with a smile. He offered you his arm with an old fashioned type of manners. It made you smile wider.

“This one here on the corner.” you said. You could tell your Aunt and Uncle and cousin were still home. “I’ll be real quick” you promised. He put the car in park and shutting off the engine nodded and taking out his phone started playing angry birds.

You got into the house. Your Aunt looked up with a pleasant smile on her face.

“Well, look who’s home early. How was your day?” she asked. You came into the kitchen with a big smile after hanging up your coat.

“It was great! I won Employee of the Month for helping customers.” you said showing her and your Uncle your shiny new pin. You cousin rolled his eyes. “And, I made a new friend, who’s very nicely offered to buy me dinner, so I’m going to go change.” you grinned at your Aunt who raised her eyebrows in surprise and you ran upstairs giggling.

You quickly showered, changed clothes. You swapped your blue polo and khaki pants with sneakers with rubber grip for the wet floors, in favor of a pink and white layered cami, and a white blazer, some dark wash skinny jeans and metallic flats. After brushing your hair out, and spraying a body spray with a fruity smell on, came back down stairs to get your Aunt’s approval.

“How do I look Ee-Mo?” you asked sincerely. Her smile said volumes. You grabbed your bag with keys, wallet and phone and headed out to the car.

“Sorry I took so long. I didn’t want you to have to deal with me smelling like fish flakes all night.” you said with a bright smile. Henry’s eyes lit up as you got back into the car. He didn’t even care that he’d timed out of Angry Birds.

“Where would you like to go?” he asked.

“I don’t know? I haven’t eaten out since I’ve been here. But I’m not picky. As long as I have you to be my guide, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” you smiled. He caught his breath and turning the car on thanked God silently for the existence of fish.

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Yay Henry and fluff and no controversial subject matter! I lost followers for my last HeeChul scenario. Or maybe cause it’s taking so long for me to write them out. Either way my apologies.

Happy Valentine’s Day btw!

- Telli

HeeChul / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

Requested by thesaddestlove

Who; HeeChul

Plot; When he has to spend the holiday weekend with you and your overly religious parents.

Friday Night’

You smiled nervously as HeeChul kept checking his reflection in the mirror. You were driving with him to your parents home. The big one in the country. It was Christmas weekend, and they had wanted to see you. You usually did everything in your power to get out of going. They were overly religious. Everything was done with God’s help, thank God for this, thank God for that. It was really annoying most of the time. You hadn’t told HeeChul it was like that. You had hoped you would be together for longer before he had to meet them. But your parents insisted on spending Christmas with you this year. 

“Yah, _______-ya I don’t know why you’re looking so nervous. Your parents are going to love me. I mean it IS me after all.” he said with that cocksure smile that normally made you want to smack him most of the time. But now, in the car, with the threat of your parents looming in the distance, you just continued to smile and hope that still wanted to be with you after all this was over.

Once you finally pulled up into the drive way, he gave a long whistle at the size of the house. He knew your parents had done well for themselves, but hadn’t realized it was THIS good. You headed for the door instead of heading for the bags. You both were almost to the door when the porch light flickered on, the door opened and a slim older man in a uniform stepped out into the cold with a smile. 

“Ah Miss _______, welcome home.” he bowed to you. You bowed in return.

“It’s good to see you again Mr. Sung. How’s your wife?” you asked with a smile. The older man, identified as Mr. Sung smiled at your inquiry. 

“She’s doing much better thanks to your older brother. He set her up with a doctor we wouldn’t have been able to afford. We thought it best not to say anything to your parents.” you nodded knowingly and introduced your boyfriend.

“Mr. Sung this is my boyfriend Kim HeeChul. He’ll be staying with us for the weekend. My parents had the spare room made up for him?” he nodded and ushered you both in. 

“Yes, yes it’s all been taken care of. I’ll have your bags brought up. Your parents have already gone to bed, but the kitchen is at your disposal if you’re still hungry.” he knew you too well. 

Coming in from the cold, a younger man, whom you didn’t know the name of, took your coats, gloves, hats, etc. and gestured toward the kitchen. He’d apparently been listening to your conversation with Mr. Sung. You lead HeeChul into the kitchen and turning on the light he gaped. It was a huge kitchen. Spotless appliances shone in the lights, crystal drinking glasses glinted from behind the glass fronted cabinets that hung on the walls. 

“Was there anything in particular you wanted to eat Oppa?” you asked opening the refrigerator. There was left over chicken, rice, vegetables, and an assortment of drinkables. 

“I’d like for you to tell me just why you kept this place a secret.” he said nonchalantly. You felt yourself freeze while reaching for the juice container. You had told him that your parents were comfortable in their living space, you just hadn’t made it apparent just HOW comfortable. 

“I didn’t keep it a secret Oppa. I just.. didn’t go into details or specifics.” you said vaguely. 

“That much is evident. So what else haven’t you told me?” again you froze. You thought perhaps about telling him, but perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. You decided not to say anything. 

“Oppa don’t be like that.” was all you said as you fixed two plates and put them in the microwave.

Later as you both headed to bed, you sunk into the familiar mattress of your childhood and quickly fell asleep. HeeChul on the other hand, looked around the room and felt something well up inside of him. The cross hanging above the headboard of the bed, the bible sitting on the bedside table. It all just made him roll his eyes. He got into bed after changing and almost expected to find crosses on the sheets. Thankfully there weren’t any, but he fell into a fitful sleep.

Saturday;

When he woke up to the sunlight streaming in through the window, he rolled over and put an arm out where he was used to you being. When it hit the mattress he was about to call for you to make him coffee since you were obviously up. But when he fully woke up he remembered where he was. He got up and opening his suitcase took out clean clothes and headed for the private bathroom. He took a hot shower and once he was fully dressed, headed downstairs to either find you, or some breakfast whichever came first. 

When he made it down to the bottom of the stairs, the young man from the night before waved HeeChul over.

“Good Morning Mr. Kim, slept well I hope.” he smiled after bowing. HeeChul returned the bow and just gave a wry smile to the question. “Well Miss _______ and her parents are in the dining room, this way.” he gestured towards a small hallway and opening the door, you watched him walk in.

“Good Morning HeeChul-ah.” your Mother said with a smile. HeeChul’s eyes did a double take. Your mother was just as beautiful as you were. She’d kept her youthful glow and her smile was enough to make a colgate commercial. 

“Good Morning, it’s a pleasure meeting you both for the first time.” he bowed and smiled in return. 

“He has good manners _______ -ya, praise God that you were able to find such a young man.” HeeChul blinked and looked at you. You avoided eye contact and smiled nervously. 

“Thank you Umma.” you managed. 

“Come HeeChul-ah, sit down and join us for breakfast in God’s name.” HeeChul did a double take and after sitting down at the table across from you, glared hard enough at you so that you could feel it. He was practically staring a hole right through the top of your head.

“So HeeChul-ah.” your Appa started, and you fought hard to suppress a groan. “_______-ya tells us you’re in the entertainment industry. We’ve seen your video’s and such on the television. I believe you group as received an impressive amount of awards as well..?” 

“Yes sir.” HeeChul smiled, “We’ve put a lot of hard work and dedication into our respective positions, and have thankfully be rewarded for our efforts.”

“Well praise God.” HeeChul felt is left eye twitch but said nothing, only smiled in response.

After breakfast, your parents were getting ready to begin the days tasks for coordinating Christmas Eve dinner, and would be busy most of the day. You promised to check in with them around meal times to see how the progress went. It didn’t take much convincing for HeeChul to join you outside to see the gazebo and other features of the garden, even if there were no flowers.

“Are you kidding me?!” he said sharply once you were out of earshot of the house. “They’re holy rollers and you didn’t have the common courtesy to tell me??” you winced at his accusation.

“I’m sorry Oppa I truly am. I didn’t think it would be this bad. I’ve done everything I possibly could to keep away from this house. I’m not Atheist but I don’t shove my religion down people’s throats like my parents do. I was hoping we would have been together longer for me to explain it to you. I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But.. please don’t leave.” you asked a little above a whisper. 

“Psh, like I’d leave just because of your parents. Are you forgetting who I’m dorm mates with? SiWon and SungMin. Every time I turn around, God this, and The Lord that. It’s enough to drive me batty. I watched for 3 years as SiWon tried to convert Hangeng. It didn’t happen. I’m HeeChul. Do you understand? I am, Kim HeeChul, and no one drives me out of any place I want to be. And despite this mess you’ve gotten me into, I want to be here with you.” 

You smirked at him and his cocksure attitude. You really and truly was hoping that this was the way it would play out. You kept your hands in your pockets knowing he didn’t like overly touchy contact unless he initiated it, and pointed out all the different features of the back yard. Once it started to snow, and was getting close to lunch time, you started making your way back to the house. Just to get his goat, you asked him at the back door.

“Oppa are you sure you don’t want to go home? I will drive you if you don’t want to stay.” he looked at you for a minute with a blank expression that borderlined on him cussing you out. 

Before you knew what he was doing he had wrapped a single arm around your waist pulling you in close and caught your lips with his. It was all to quick for you to recall. The feeling of warmth from his mouth, the softness of his lips even in the cold, the insistence of his arm around your waist. It all registered at once causing you to have an overload. He pulled away just before it got to be to much and without another word, walked into the house. You were left standing there, panting. You turned to look in the doorway at him as he took his coat off and hung it up.

“Well? Are you coming in or are you going to freeze out there?” he asked. You wiped your mouth with the single drop of drool you knew had escaped your lips and after stomping the snow off your boots, and taking them off at the back door, you shut the kitchen door behind you. 

Christmas Eve 

That night, the table was laid with an immense spread. HeeChul for his part was on his best behaviour. He never once criticized your parents or contradicted anything they said. God and Jesus was mentioned more times that night than HeeChul had ever heard. Even SiWon wasn’t this bad. 

“Maybe you should have gone out with SiWon, he would have a great time being here with your parents.” HeeChul had leaned over and whispered to you once dinner was announced. Your family had begun to pour in hours earlier. Your Oppa came from University where he was studying to be a doctor, your Unnie who was in the middle of Law School also made the trip home. Your Aunts and Uncles from both sides all filled up the living room. You were happy that some non “holy rollers” as HeeChul put it, would be around now. Hopefully he’d no longer feel uncomfortable. 

“Oppa don’t say such things. You know I couldn’t handle being around SiWon like I’m around you. Besides, who’d keep an eye on you if I wasn’t around?” he lightly elbowed him in the ribs as you both sat down with HeeChul between you and your Oppa. 

“Thank you everyone for coming, shall we say grace.” your Umma asked, just in time for your Oppa let out an audible moan, and you stifled a laugh. HeeChul looked at him once he saw your parents glare his way to prove it hadn’t been him.  

After grace was said, and the food went to being passed around, your Oppa got to chatting HeeChul up about the industry. His passion had always been medicine, and helping people, but he was good with the guitar and had a high school band he’d played with. 

“So son, are you still planning on continuing your ridiculous quest of being a doctor.” your Appa said out of no where. It was almost like a cork had been popped out of a champagne bottle, and the overflow there after couldn’t be contained.

“Appa, please don’t start. It’s Christmas.” your Oppa said wearily. Your Appa stiffened and put his chopsticks down. You knew the proverbial shit was about to hit the fan. You reached your right hand under the table and held onto HeeChul’s arm. 

HeeChul looked at you and you gave him a frown and an apologetic look. You knew what was coming. 

“Now you listen to me. God knows what he’s doing, and we as man have no right to mess with his affairs. People who die are meant to die. We are the only species of Gods creation that saves the weak. We are disobeying God’s will.” 

“Appa, if God didn’t want man to become doctors, he wouldn’t have allowed us to discover the technology and medicines that keep people from getting sick and help them when they’re in pain.”

“And what good does that do?” your Appa shot back with a dangerous tone in his voice. “Just makes them dependent on drugs! And that’s what you want to be, a drug dealer?” 

You closed your eyes and tried to block out not only your disappointment in your parents, but also you’re embarrassment in front of HeeChul at the way your Appa was behaving. He and your Oppa never did see eye to eye. Most parents would kill for a child who was willing to work on a clinic to pay for his medical education. But not your Appa. 

“And you!” your Appa snapped looking across the table at your Unnie. “You defend people who’ve broken God’s commandments. They kill, they steal, and you justify it!” your Unnie said nothing. She simply bowed her head so no one cold see the tears running down her face. She always had been a daddy’s girl. She did everything to please your Appa. She wanted to be his favorite. But it never happened. 

“And you… _______,” your Appa said your name and instantly your face snapped towards him. “You plan on working in a clothes shop all your life?” his tone wasn’t as harsh, it really sounded rather sad.

“If that is what I have to do and I’m happy, then yes Appa, for the rest of my life.” you answered softly. He exploded then, and with a swipe of his hand knocked the gravy boat off the table, it hit the wall and crashed to the floor spilling the hot liquid everywhere and shattering the porcelain piece to bits.

“No daughter of mine is going to be a lowly shop worker!” his voice boomed over the whole table. Until HeeChul stood up.

“Don’t you dare talking to _______-ya like that! She isn’t a “lowly shop worker” she’s the manager for the whole store. People like and respect her. She spends her entire day helping women feel better about themselves, it has nothing to do with the clothes so it’s not breaking any of your “Gods commandments”. She boosts peoples self esteem. It makes her happy to do so, so how can you be angry!? And you wonder why she never comes home, if this is the treatment she gets I’m surprised ANYONE at this table showed up. I can promise you this! This will be the last Christmas she spends with you so long as I’m dating her. 
She has a horrible time with her own self image. And I never understood why until right now. You’ve berated her almost her entire life haven’t you? Rammed your precious religion down her throat and made her feel inferior, well what do you do that makes you so great? What lofty position are you in that you can afford this house and servants, flippin SERVANTS in this day and age that isn’t breaking some bible verse somewhere.”

Without waiting for him to answer, HeeChul held out his hand to you, and you knew right then he was giving you a choice. You chose a long time ago, you just never knew it. You took his hand and got up from the table. Your Appa still rumbling off fire and brimstone to the both of you as you went upstairs to collect your things.

“We are never coming back to this house until that man gives you a proper apology. Do you understand?” he asked severely. You simply looked at him. He realized he was dragging you down the hallway, and his harsh tone mimicked your fathers. He stopped and let your hand drop. He held his arms open and simply waited. You stepped into them and held him around his slim waist. “I just want to save you from this.” he whispered. You nodded but said nothing else as you both went to your rooms to pack.

20 minutes later your Umma came to your door while you were almost finished and sat on your bed.

“I’m sorry _______-ya for your father’s outburst. Sometimes he just.. he worries to much about you children.” she finished lamely.

“No Umma.” you said finally finding your voice and surprising yourself with how stern you sounded. “He is insistent all the time that it’s either his hypocritical way, or I’ll forever be roasting marshmellows next to Satan! As if there is no happy medium! I’ve been to church, I’ve been to Sunday school, I know what I should and shouldn’t do and I do my very best to walk that line. He has no right to disgrace me in front of the entire family because of the work I’ve chosen. Nor does he have the right to do it to _______ Oppa and _______ Unnie. They’ve worked really hard to get to where they are in life, they’ve never taken a penny from either of you. How he can sit there and still be so ruthless and cruel is beyond me. What did he want us to do? Become a pastor and nuns? Is that what he wanted so somehow he could brag to his friends at Church that he was holier than thou for having children like that? That’s pride Umma!” you lifted your suitcase and met HeeChul in the hallway. Your Umma simply sat on your bed unable to come up with anymore excuses for your father’s behavior.

Mr. Sung sadly offered you your coats and smiled slightly as you walked out of the door.

“Mr. Sung, you’ve been part of my family for as long as I can remember. I know being here at this house is all you know. But if you ever want to move closer to Seoul, closer to your children and grandchildren, you call me. I’ll make sure you have a job at my store making the same you make here, without the yelling and screaming and threats. That’s a promise to you and your wife. You don’t deserve to be subjected to this in your golden years.” you said as you quickly turned around before he could close the door. He nodded quietly and shut you both out of the house and into the quiet darkness outside in the driveway.

You both quickly got into the car and started the long drive back to your apartment.

“Merry Christmas Oppa.” you said simply as you reached the city limits. He snorted in response.

Sunday ; Christmas Day

This time when the morning light streamed in through the windows, it brought the coloured lights from your dream catchers, and right into the sleeping face of HeeChul. He groaned slightly and felt a shift in the covers. He looked over and sat you sleeping peacefully next to him. Your hair wild and spread across the pillow giving you the most adorable bedhead he’d seen. He wouldn’t admit that however. Nor would he ever admit just laying there, propped up on an elbow staring at every inch of skin the peaked out from the covers. He glanced over at the clock and sighed again as it said 7.30am. It was to damn early.

He got up as quietly as he could to use the bathroom, and snuck back in bed before you could wake up. Just from being gone that short amount of time, his legs and arms and chest were ice cold. He crawled back into bed with a shiver and snuggled up behind you. You woke up with a jump at his ice cold hand, fingers dragging lazily around the indent above your hips.

“Did you fall asleep without the covers again Oppa?” you mumbled quietly without opening your eyes.

“Nmm used the bathroom.” he whispered back. You nodded and rolled over onto your back.

“Cmere.” you said opening your arms to him. He moved closer to you and you wrapped your legs around his to warm them up, placed his head on your chest and wrapped your arms and the sheet around his shoulders. He sighed happily and nuzzled into your skin. “M’m sorry that I even took you to my parents house.” you started, half in, half out of sleep.

“Shut up and go back to sleep.” he said with a tender tone. You smiled into his hair and kissed his scalp. “Mmm yeah do that too.” he said wiggling to get closer. You grinned and kept placing soft kisses on the top of his head and forehead and started rubbing his back between his shoulder blades. “Merry Christmas indeed.” 

You had to laugh, which was silenced when your phone rang. You made a move to get up but was quickly nudged back down by HeeChul.

“Mmm no. You’re mine right now. Whoever it is, they can wait till later.” 

Your answering machine clicked on, and the familiar voice of Mr. Sung, although hushed and sounding sad came through the other end of the telephone.

“Miss _______, I know it’s Christmas Day and you’re probably asleep, but I just wanted to leave you this message, to tell you that I thought about what you said, and if you can secure me a position at your establishment, I have convinced my wife that our time as keepers of your parents has come to an end. I truly am tired and would like to retire with just a little part time job to keep us going ya know? So please call my wife’s number which is - ——- —— — and speak to her about it as I’ll be working to take down all the Christmas decorations today and tomorrow. Thank you so much in advance. Goodbye.”

“Seems like you’ve worked your Christmas miracle this year.” HeeChul said before leaving soft kisses along your collarbone. You shivered at the feeling but smiled.

“I guess I just have a knack for making people’s dreams come true.” you snickered jokingly. HeeChul looked up at you and crawled over your frame, looking down at you through his mess of hair and leaned down to kiss you. This time you had time to react and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulled his body down to yours. You hissed slightly into his mouth when his skin made contact with yours.

“You’re about to make another one come true.” he smirked and you laughed as he grabbed the sheet and covered you both from the sunlight’s prying rays.

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This was difficult to write. Jeez! 

But here ya go. HeeChul at his finest. 

Donghae / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

Requested by erruch (pt 2)

Who; Donghae of Super Junior

Plot; When you’re in a car accident.

You were laughing so hard your face was bright red and it was hard to breathe. You and Donghae had been enjoying a game of tag in the park running around trees and generally acting like children. You always had fun when you two were together. It just really sucked sometimes that you couldn’t tell anyone about being with him, but you understood why. You especially had to be careful now that he was on the We Got Married show, and ELFs were turning rabid about him being on it. 

When he finally caught you around the waist and you almost fell into a long overdue to be melted snow bank, you gave in and panted to catch your breath. He just smiled and held onto you. 

“You… are.. a really… fast… runner. Re….mind me… to.. never… chase you.. again.” he panted out at you. You tried to laugh while breathing but it hurt. 

“Rememeber… I used to… run track… at school. I… still do run… just not for.. school.” you panted back. 

After a few minutes of breathing normally you both started to walk back to the car. Your precious time together was never long enough, and your happy moments were few and far between. You’d come to treasure them. It wasn’t until you got back to the parking lot that things took a turn for the worst. You recognized a car parked next to the van that had come to pick up you and Donghae. It was an Oppa of yours.

He wanted you two to be together. He’d known you since you were ten and thought it only natural that you would both be together, get married and have a multitude of babies. He felt your place was at home in the kitchen with the children. He was very old fashioned minded. He didn’t respect what so ever that you had goals, and dreams of doing something important with your life. Yes being a wife and mother was important, but you weren’t ready for that type of thing yet.

Unfortunately for you, your parents still tolerated him coming around since you had no brothers, and asked you countless times why you two didn’t date.

“Because he’s an idiot who thinks I should be bare foot and pregnant the rest of my life.” you told them.

“And? What’s wrong with that?” your Appa had asked.

“APPPAAAAA don’t be like that!!! Why would you have pushed me so hard in school to get such good grades if all you wanted for me was to end up pregnant everytime you saw me??” you had yelled at him.

Naturally he didn’t have an answer. Your Umma was of no help either. She was also old fashioned minded, and had lived the life your Oppa wanted you to live. Maybe it was okay for her to give up her dreams and wishes if she’d had any to be subservient to your Appa but that’s not the way you wanted to live your life. That’s why you loved Donghae so much. He always loved girls with a motherly character but he respected you enough to want you to BE somebody. Your own somebody. Not just his girlfriend or if fate permitted, his wife. He wanted you to have accomplishments and achievements of your own so that you would be happy. Your Oppa, he just didn’t understand that.

As you walked closer to the car, he stood in a defensive stance and looked ridiculous. Was he really gonna swool up on Donghae? Really? With his manager hyungs in the van? He was such an moronic brute. 

“Yah, so this is where I find you? Playing hide and go seek in the dark with some pretty boy?” he asked harshly. You gritted your teeth and held onto Donghae’s arm.

“It’s non of your business where I go and who I’m with Oppa. The sooner you get that into your thick head the better.” you snapped at him. The van doors opened and Donghae’s manager stepped out.

“If you don’t get in this car and come home, I’m gonna tell all the news papers that you are dating this fairy.” you narrowed your eyes, both at his threat, and at his insult. Donghae stepped forward to say something but you stopped him. It wasn’t worth getting into an argument for. 

“Fine. But you’re taking me to MY house, no stopping along the way and if you try anything, it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” you growled at him. You gave Donghae a look of apology and got into the car.

Donghae was fuming, and very near jumping on the hood of the car in desperation. He didn’t appreciate you getting into the car with another guy. Not at all. But he knew the position he was in as well. His manager hyung came up to him after the car violently peeled out of the parking lot and asked what happened.

“It’s some creep that’s known her for a long time. He wants her to be his girlfriend, she keeps telling him to go suck it. But he knows who I am now. He threatened to tell everyone we were together, if she didn’t get in the car.”

Donghae’s manager told him that they may have to talk to the PR department of SME in the morning just in case, to find a way to counter act his threat, just in case he went through with it anyways. Donghae agreed and getting into the van, drove home.

You sat on the passenger side of your Oppa’s car, arms folded, looking out the window, not wanting to talk to him right now, or ever really. He kept giving you side glances.

“Why don’t you want to be with me?” he asked bluntly.

“Because your an idiot.” you answered back. He swore under his breath.

“How am I an idiot? Just because I don’t wear nut hugger jeans and twirl around on stage showing my abs to all the little girls?” he asked rudely. You sucked in a breath and pushing your hair behind your ears, faced him in the car, your tone harsh, and your volume way up there.

“No your an idiot because you think that the only place for me would be under you in bed, or popping out your kids. I do NOT belong in the kitchen making bottles and your dinner. I have things I wanna do, there are places I want to go, I’m not willing to give up my life to be a mother to as many kids as you see fit to burden me with. I want to be somebody. Somebody important, someone who makes a difference, and you don’t understand that. You’ve never understood that. You’ve always been so rude and blunt and ignorant when it came to how you thought I should be. Telling me to always cover up, telling me not to eat certain things because I’d be fat and then you wouldn’t like me anymore. Well who cares what you want?? I don’t! I care about what I want. And I don’t want to be with you. Can you understand that?!” you were screaming by the time you finished and turning back to the window, once again folded your arms and glared.

Your Oppa didn’t say anything but looked angry. You were the only thing in his life he’d never gotten. He’d gotten on all the sports teams when he tried, he’d gotten passing grades when he tried, he’d gotten the job he’d always wanted when he tried, but no matter how much he tried, he’d never convinced you to be with him.

“You are going to be my girlfriend.” he said simply. His tone was cold as ice. You just rolled your eyes. He was so dense. “Because if I can’t have you, no one can!” he said loudly. Suddenly the car’s speed accelerated.  

“Oppa what are you doing?? Are you crazy we could crash!” you screamed. He didn’t seem to hear you, he headed straight for a chain link fence, let go of the steering wheel, and before you could react, everything went dark. 

Vaguely you heard sirens, and couldn’t feel your legs. Then everything went dark again. 

Donghae dropped his phone and went the whitest shade of sheet white he’d ever been. LeeTeuk happened to look over at him and saw his reaction.

“Donghae, are you alright?” he asked with a worried look.

”_______-ah has been in a car accident. F**K I knew I shouldn’t have let her get in the car with that jerk!” LeeTeuk was right there to put his hand on Donghae’s shoulder and hushed his mouth for cursing in public. 

“Yah, don’t talk like that. You know your position. Look try and get through the schedules as best you can, and once they’re over, we’ll go with manager hyung to the hospital, I’ll go with you, okay?”

“But what about WGM?” Donghae asked looking over LeeTeuk’s shoulder at his partner. 

“I’ll take care of it. Alright. We got a deal?” Donghae nodded and tried to appear cheerful throughout the day. 

Once the schedules for the day were done, he couldn’t get into the car fast enough. Once he got to the hospital, he spotted the only one of your friends that knew you two were together. She waved him over, and he tried to be as incognito as he could be. 

“Is she alright??” he asked lowly trying not to call attention to himself.

“She will be. She’s broken a leg, and some ribs, thank god she had a seatbelt on. _______ Oppa is okay too. He just got a cut on his forehead and is fine now.” Donghae scowled.

“It was his fault she was in that mess in the first place!” he hissed. Your friend looked at Donghae with high brows.

“He… saw us, together at a park last night and forced her to go with him in the car or else he’d tell everyone about us. I don’t trust him anymore than I could throw him with my left hand.” he muttered. 

“Well, we’re just going to have to make sure that she tells us the whole story when she wakes up.”

While your friend was talking, Donghae noticed not only police in the hallway but your Oppa slip into your room looking around, and being awful suspicious. He headed for the door and peeking in the window felt his blood boil. 

“Hey cop, he’s trying to kill her!” Donghae shouted at a police officer. One of the uniform cops went with Donghae into your hospital room to find your Oppa trying to suffocate you with a pillow.

“Stop resisting, you’re under arrest for assualt!!” the cop yelled. 

“She’s mine!! No one else can have her she’s mine. We were supposed to die together! I’ll tell everyone Lee Donghae, you’ll never have a moments peace the rest of your life!! _______-ah is mine, she belongs to me!!”

Donghae’s eyes went wide at the way your Oppa completely had flipped out. You had told him that your Oppa had been acting strangely but he didn’t think anything of it until now. Your parents rushed into the room and the first police officer told them what had just transpired. 

“I can’t believe he would do that.” your Appa said. Meanwhile doctors had flooded your room to check your vitals and make sure you were still breathing. 

After all the fuss was over, the police gone, your parents gone home for the light, Donghae sat in the chair next to your hospital bed and held your hand. It had been a rough two days. He quietly explained to his manager hyung and LeeTeuk what had happened and they both looked at him open jawed like a pair of catfish. 

“So what are you going to do now?” LeeTeuk asked.

“I’m going to sit here with her until the hospital throws me out. I can’t leave her.” Donghae said. “I love her.”

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Wow… talk about a sicko. Why would anyone be like that? Oh yeah cause I wrote him to be like that. ;P 

Hope you enjoyed!

- Telli 

KyuHyun / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

Requested by erruch

Who; KyuHyun of Super Junior

Plot; When you’re involved in a car crash

Kyuhyun was in his zone, just one more zerg rush and the game would be his! While the other members read through their various scripts and wrote down their schedules for the coming weeks, KyuHyun was busy playing his beloved Starcraft. That was until his phone went off. It was your ring tone. He debated with himself, but then figured there would be other games that he would win, and no starcraft win would make him feel better if you were upset with him for not answering. 

“Yabusayo…” he said and tried not to die a little inside when his game took a turn for the worst. He X’d out of the game knowing he’d lost but not caring.

“Ahn young KyuHyun-ah. How are you?” your voice made him smile in spite of his loss.

“Ahn young Noona. I’m alright, I was just playing starcraft. How’s your day gone beautiful?” KyuHyun heard SungMin snicker next to him and lightly elbowed his Hyung. 

SungMin was a known Noona’s boy and so for someone else to be dating an older girl for a change gave him great satisfaction. No one could pick on him about it anymore. KyuHyun knew that he’d lost that edge over his hyung but he could still beat him at Starcraft so it didn’t matter.

“It’s gone alright. I just got home a little while ago.” you said putting your grocery bags down.

“Really? It’s awful late isn’t it?” he asked looking at the clock.

“Yes, my manager held a meeting, a rather pointless meeting I might add about a whole lot of nothing. Then we had to compensate for the time we spent listening to nothing but a whole lot of nothing. So I was at work for an extra 4 hours. As long as I don’t have to cut hours later this week and can keep the over time I’m not complaining. Do you have a schedule tonight or are you free?” You were going through your bags organizing the cabinet things from the refrigerator things, and trying to decide what to make for dinner.

“I think I’m free, hang on let me look. The Hyungs are going through the schedules now. LeeTeuk Hyung, do I have a schedule tonight or am I off?” you heard him ask while you were waiting. 

You opened your fridge and tried in vain to balance the gallon of milk in one hand, your phone on your shoulder and a bag of shredded cheese in the other hand. Something had to give. And of course it would be your phone. You felt like everything was going in slow motion as your phone dropped from your shoulder and ear and hit the tile of your kitchen floor. You watched in horror as the screen cracked and went black, the back popped off and flew toward the cabinet and your battery hit you in the foot. 

“Noooooooooooooooo!!!!” you wailed. You put the milk and cheese haphazzardly into the fridge and slamming the door shut so hard your box of cereal fell off and onto the floor, you bent down to examine your abused phone. You reached for the battery and the back and grumbling at the crack that started at the top of the screen and journeyed throughout the whole thing, tried to fit the back on. When it was put back together you pushed the button to turn it on.

Nothing.

“Oh don’t even tell me.” you said to no one in particular since you were alone. When the screen didn’t light up you pushed the button again.

Once again, nothing. You looked at the clock, it was before 5, if you could get to the mobile store, maybe you could trade it in, but you’d have to be quick. This was just great though. You had been in the middle of an important call but KyuHyun was the last thing on your mind right then. “Stupid phone, stupid groceries..” you muttered when getting up and whacked the top of your head on the edge of the squared table and that was all it took. You came up seeing stars, and with that a flow of obscenities came spewing out of your mouth like a broken dam. You were still muttering harshly with one hand on the top of your head when you got into the car. 

Putting your key in the ignition, you tried to ignore the oncoming headache, no doubt from whacking your head, and  hoped you weren’t going to get sick when a wave of nausea hit you. 

KyuHyun meanwhile was trying to call you back to ask if you were home but it kept going to voice mail. He nonchalantly wondered what happened as he tried to convince his manager to drop him off at your house on the way back from dropping of RyeoWook and SungMin at Sukira. It was on the way, he was just teasing KyuHyun about having a girlfriend finally. KyuHyun kept his face stuck in his computer most of the time, and the only skinship action he ever got was either from SiWon hyung when he was in one of his “you’re my favorite dongseng” moods, or from the pairing of KyuMin with SungMin. 

Once his manager hyung was done having his laugh he told KyuHyun to go pack up whatever stuff he was bringing because they’d be leaving soon. He wrapped up his cord to his laptop, grabbed it’s case and wondered off hand what you both would be having for dinner. 

You were on the street heading to downtown seoul and the mobile store when things started to get fuzzy. You kept blinking your eyes but it wasn’t working. The light outside started to get dimmer and dimmer. You glanced at the clock. 4:15pm. You could make it still! Your hands started to tingle, and you couldn’t feel the steering wheel. Then suddenly everything went black. That was the last thing you remembered. 

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You began to come out of what felt like a long deep sleep. You were sore and thought that maybe you had slept wrong. Why did it sound like your Umma was crying. Were you dreaming still? 

“She should come out of it any minute now. Let us know when your visit is done.” a man’s voice said. Visit? Coming out of where? Why couldn’t you see anything? 

“U-Umma…?” you whispered.

”_______-ah? Yes, I’m here.” You felt your Umma’s familiar touch pick up a hand and hold it. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Like I slept wrong. Where am I?” 

“You.. you’re in the hospital baby. You’ve been in an accident.” An accident? Then it all came back to you. The headache, the nausea, the tingly in your hands. Then everything went black. 

“Am I gonna be okay? Did I hurt anyone??” you asked anxiously. 

“Another motorist was hit in the crash but they’re going to be okay. You had a concussion even before the accident. What happened? What were you doing?” she answered and asked all in one breath.

“I.. I was on the phone with KyuHyun-ah.. ” you started.

“Not while driving I hope.” you heard your Appa’s gruff tone. It was the type of voice he used when he was feeling emotions he didn’t want to deal with. Like fear. 

“No Appa, I swear not while driving. I was at home. I was putting groceries away, and I dropped my phone and it broke. I wasn’t paying attention and I whacked my head on the table trying to pick up the pieces. I was in the car to try and get my phone fixed before they closed.” 

“Well you’re lucky we taught you better than to not wear your seatbelt, it’s the only thing that saved you.” he answered.

“Why can’t I see?” you asked. 

“The blow you took to the head has effected your eyesight. They won’t know how bad until they take the bandages off. Which will be about a week. Well visiting hours are almost over and your Appa and I still need to speak to your doctor. Plus KyuHyun ah is here in the waiting room to see you. He was in the car with his members and manager when the accident slowed down traffic. He saw your car and your plate and nearly jumped out of the moving van. He’s lucky he didn’t hurt himself.” 

KyuHyun was here? For how long you wondered. What time was it? What DAY was it? How long had you been out? You were mentally calculating whether or not your car insurance would cover the damages and groaning to yourself about having to take public transportation to and from work for awhile, when two hands came up to your face making you jump.

“KyuHyun-ah! You scar-” he cut you off with a soft kiss. You could feel something wet hit your cheeks. Was he crying? His kiss became more urgent as if he was trying to convey emotions he couldn’t speak out loud. You felt this type of display was very inappropriate for a hospital, and came very close to pushing him off and reprimanding his actions, when he let your lips free and kissed every part of your face not covered with a bandage.

“I love you. I love you so much Noona.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as best he could and buried his face in your neck. “I was so scared when I saw your mangled car..” he whispered. “I thought I’d lost you.” 

Despite the tubes and IV’s running into your arms and hands, you managed to get your arms around his torso and held him close. He really was such a sap, even though he had the “Evil Maknae” reputation, and could be very sarcastic, he was a good guy.

“Shh, it’s alright KyuHyun-ah, I’m okay. Umma told me you almost jumped out of the van. Yah what were you thinking? You could have been hit by a car.” you gently reprimanded while your hand searched and finally found his hair. You ran your fingers through it in a soothing way to try and help him feel better. 

“How could I not?” was his only answer. 

“Yah what do you mean, how could you not? You’ve already been in one car accident that almost took your life. How would I feel if I woke up, and heard you’d been hit by a car or worse and God forbid, you weren’t here anymore. All because of impulse. You really need to learn to think before you act.” 

“Noona…” he said quietly.

“Don’t you Noona me. You don’t understand do you?” you choked up a little. You could tell by his body posture that he was looking at you. “I love you too. What would I do without my boy?” you smiled. 

He didn’t answer. He felt his heart jump and almost stop at the same time. You had just told him you loved him too. He’d been waiting to hear that for months. He’d told you that he loved you a long time ago. You had just laughed at him, not a very nice thing, and pulled his hair, thinking it comical how heart sick he was behaving like. But over time, you began to realize that you loved him too. You weren’t quite sure how it happened, or when it happened. Just one day you began to notice that you mentioned him a lot more than you used to, and you wrapped him around all of your thoughts throughout the day. 

When you went grocery shopping you noticed you started putting things in the cart that he ate, which you didn’t. Just in case. You had become less and less bothered by his playing Starcraft all the time, and even began to encourage him to play. You supported him wanting to be the best. The little brat had weaseled his way into your heart, taken up residence and now it was to late for either of you to try and deny it. 

“Noona..” he breathed close to your face. Once again you felt his lips on yours. This was only the third time in your entire relationship you had kissed. And he had always kissed you. It was time to change that.

You brought your hands up to find either side of his face, rather clumsily at that, and smoothed his cheeks with your thumbs. You felt him sigh against your lips, and slid your fingers to tangle up in his hair. Normally he didn’t like his hair played with after it had been styled. A habit he had caught from HeeChul Oppa. It was rather annoying actually. But now he almost urged you to keep going. Since you couldn’t see him, your mind tried to recreate his face from memory. His perfect cheek bones, his dark eyes, soft lips and evilly wonderful smile. 

Once again he broke the kiss and nestled into your arms until your parents came to say they were leaving. He’d all but fallen asleep while holding onto you. When you shook him to wake him up, he grumbled quietly about stupid hospital rules and kissed your cheek. You heard your Appa clear his throat and his footsteps leave the room. You grinned. 

You felt your Umma come and hug you goodbye. You promised to be good as she said and would see her tomorrow. Just when you thought everyone had left the room, you smelt KyuHyun’s cologne just before his lips crashed into yours a last time. He gently put a hand on the back of your head to pull you as far into the kiss as he could. He bit your bottom lip gently before leaving a soft parting kiss on your nose.

“I’ll see you, if not tomorrow, then the next day Noona. I love you.” 

“I love you too KyuHyun-ah.” you smiled. 

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Okay my Queue ATE all my stories and I am le pissed! So I had to rewrite this from memory. Meh! 

So here you go. HAPPY FRIDAY!

SiWon / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

Requested by Anon

Who; SiWon of Super Junior

Plot; Your first Christmas together, and you get snowed in.

You were sitting on your couch, watching the news, pulling on your bottom lip absently waiting for the weather forecast. It was the night before Christmas Eve and you and your boyfriend SiWon were supposed to be heading up to a ski lodge for a small break before having to record the Christmas song of SMTown. The weather had kept promising a white Christmas and boy had they been right.

It’d been snowing every day for hours at a time, with little melting going on. Well it was the end of December after all. Problem being, if it snowed much more, the ski lodge would be out of reach. While you tried in vain to keep your stomach from revolting as you watched a news article about a nutjob who’d gone through a kindergarten and started shooting, your front door opened and in came SiWon bundled up and carrying grocery bags. 

“Welcome back Oppa… where have you been so long?” you asked although your eyes never left the screen. He was only supposed to go back to his parents home and grab a sports bag to bring an extra change of clothes just in case. 

“I was on my way back when I heard the weather forecast on the radio in the car. They said it’s supposed to keep snowing from now and until after the first of the year. There’s no let up in sight. So you know what that means. The lodge is probably out of the question.” you spun around on the couch and whined when he said that. “So I went to the grocery and picked up some stuff we might need. I don’t think either one of us will be doing a whole lot of driving anytime soon.” 

“That’s so unfair!” you whined and folding your arms across your chest, pouted on the couch. SiWon saw the look on your face and felt bad. He had hyped up this trip for weeks now. It was your first Christmas together. He had wanted to make it special. 

“I know you’re upset Jagi, but even if we left tonight, or even right now, we’d never make it. The roads are already being closed down for the incoming storm. Took me forever and a half just to get back here.” he said after finally taking off his coat, scarf, gloves and sweater. He started to unpack the bags and put things away in your fridge and cabinets.

“So I guess that means I’m spending Christmas alone again.” you grumbled playing with the fringe on the pillow. He looked up when you said that.

“What am I chopped liver?” he chuckled. You looked up at him.

“Of course not, but you’re going back to your parents house aren’t you?” you asked. When he smirked you arched a brow. “Aren’t you?” 

“I did just say they were already closing roads and neither of us would be doing any driving. Looks like you have a house guest for awhile. Don’t worry though, I’ll pay for my room and board with foot rubs and kisses.” he winked. You instantly coloured up and were forced to look away from him. It took everything you had in you not to scream into the pillow you were holding. 

That night after some hemming and hawwing about the sleeping arrangement, you both settled to sleep in the living room like a camp out. Somewhere around 1am, you woke up to the sound of winds whipping around the outside of the windows. You sat up and in the cold dark of the living room, watched as the glow from the outside street lights grew dimmer, and dimmer, and finally disappeared altogether. The whole atmosphere felt hushed. You were afraid to make a noise, afraid to move, and you didn’t know why. You turned to see SiWon asleep and cuddled under his blanket trying to keep warm. You got up and quietly snuck to the closet, still trying to figure out why you were sneaking in your own apartment, and grabbed extra blankets. You gently draped one around him, hoping it would compensate for the loss of heat. You snuggled back under your own blankets, praying the power wouldn’t be knocked out. 

The entire next day was to be spent in putting up and decorating your Christmas tree. You hadn’t done it yet because you didn’t think you would be home, so there didn’t seem to be a point. But now, you wanted at least some festive point to the house. So while SiWon was busy arranging branches by colour, you were in the kitchen making your famous french toast. Well, it wasn’t world famous or anything, but it was famous among your friends and dongsengs, anyone who knew you actually. You’d found a recipe online while you were bored and looking for something to do. You tweaked it a bit until it fit what you wanted. You were mixing cream cheese that was softened with peaches from the can cut into chunks. Once the mixture was smooth you put it in a piping bag from your cake decorating days. You sliced really thick slices of hallah bread and after cutting open a pocket in the bottom, piped the peaches and creamcheese mixture inside. You dipped it in egg, and then coated it with crushed cornflakes. 

After browning it in a pan with some melted butter, and covering it with more peaches you called SiWon and told him breakfast was ready. He came in and his eyes widened as he saw the spread you had laid out. Not only had you made the French Toast, but you also had ham, and cottage cheese, and juice, and milk. 

“Merry Christmas to me.” he said as he sat down. He reached for your hands when you went to grab your fork, and giving them, watched in confusion a moment until he bowed his head, and then remembered to say grace. “Heavenly Father, we thank you for this glorious meal that my impressive little woman put together for us. We thank you for your blessings, beg you for your forgiveness in all our sins, and promise within our hearts to strive to walk the path of your son Jesus Christ to bring us closer to you. Amen.”

“Amen.” you repeated. He smiled when he looked up. You weren’t ooberly religious but you knew that he was and so tried to take more of a part in it to please him. 

“This food looks amazing. I’m really impressed. At least I know our family would never starve while we’re together.” he smirked. You blushed deeply at the thought of having a family with him and had to knock your fork on the floor to hide your face, then mumbled something about washing it or getting another until your cheeks cooled. You weren’t nearly as slick as you thought you were however. He saw it, he saw everything. The blush in your cheeks and the embarrassment you put forth let him know that you really and truly were a good girl. It had never crossed your mind to marry him before that moment. Odds are you had never been in a very serious relationship before. He knew then there were no schemes in your heart. He smiled then and was satisfied. 

As the day wore on, and the tree was finally done, you plugged it in and enjoyed the pretty lights. You told SiWon various stories about the different bulbs and ornaments on the tree. Where they had come from, who in your family they had belonged to, and who had made the home made ones and at what age. It wasn’t until the sun dipped below the horizon that that creepy chill started to invade the apartment again. 

“You know Oppa… last night… well… early this morning actually, this really weird feeling came over me.” you mentioned as nonchalantly as you could. 

“That creepy chill? Yeah I felt it too. Thank you for the extra blanket by the way.” he smiled. You nodded as you headed for the bathroom to change into your pj’s. You came out brushing your hair so you could braid it before going to bed. When SiWon took his turn in the bathroom, you went into the kitchen and heated up some milk in a pot and got down two mugs and measured out coco powder and sugar. By the time he came out toweling his hair, you were mixing the powder and milk and sugar. 

“That looks really good. Little miss suzy homemaker, lookit you.” he teased as you both went into the living room by your bed rolls. He smelled amazing, and you wanted to say so, but was afraid it was in bad taste. So you just smiled and sipped. 

You sat together, backs against the couch, legs crossed at the ankles watching the Christmas tree shift from glowing gold, to twinkling green, sharpened red, and sparkling white. 

“Merry Christmas Oppa.” you smiled looking up at the clock and seeing it being 10 minutes to 12. He looked where you had and returned your smile.

“Merry Christmas Jagi.” he looked at the tree for a moment and you weren’t aware that he was eyeing you from the corners of his eyes. Despite his smooth and suave nature, that he had built up over time, he really liked you, and was very nervous. His stomach in knots. He wanted to kiss you. Well he wanted to do more than that, but he mentally bashed himself every time “those” types of thoughts came up. For now he would settle for your pretty lips. 

“It’s not the ski lodge, but we’re together so that’s really all that matters. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend Christmas wi-” you were cut off in mid sentence as SiWon swung his face around and messily planted his lips to yours. 

Your eyes grew wide like saucers as he didn’t move. His eyes closed and his breathing shallow. You on the other hand kept your eyes open and was looking at him as though he’d lost his mind. It wasn’t an accident. The fact that he was still attached to your mouth proved that. Just what was he thinking? Maybe he wasn’t as “experienced” as netizen’s tried to make him out to be. You continued to breathe through your nose and even looked over at the clock for a quick minute to see how long it had been. Five minutes to 12. If you were going to be kissed on Christmas, it wasn’t going to be like this. You leaned back away from him and he looked up shocked. He wiped the drool off of his chin and blushed bright red. 

“Oppa..” 

“I know it was horrible wasn’t it? I’m sorry…” 

“Oppa.. I-“

“You don’t have to tell me I suck when it comes to this kind of stuff, but I’m just so nervous when I’m around you sometimes, I really like you, and I’m afraid that you think I’m this really big man and if you found out I wasn’t like everyone thinks I am, but I’m really not I don’t know where they get it from…”

As he rambled on, you got up and he on instinct got up with you and kept right on talking. Babbling really mixed in with apologies and promises to be better next time. You took his hands into your own. His were shaking like he’d just seen a ghost. You looked at the clock and when it hit midnight, you put a finger to his lips silencing anymore talking.

“I love you Oppa.” you whispered and leaning in slowly, lightly pressed your lips to his. The softness of his lips came through, he sucked a sharp breath through his nose and dropping your hands, shyly laid his own on your hips, fingers curled around your curves bringing you closer. 

You kissed him with a chaste sweetness that left him breathless and wanting more of you. When his tongue snaked from between his lips and you felt it outline yours, you hesitated. You’d never kissed someone like that before. You’d never wanted to kiss anyone like that before, until now. You gradually gave in to your gut feeling and parted your lips for him. He sighed against your mouth and soon the taste of coco powder and sugar was mixed in with the natural taste of him. He slanted his face and deepened the kiss for only a moment before pulling away to catch his breath. 

“I… I love you too Jagiya. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend Christmas with than you either.” you moved into his arms and nuzzled your face into the hallow of his neck. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you tenderly. 

No matter how much snow fell outside, how cold it got, no eerie feeling could take away the pure joy you felt right then and there.

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This always happens to me. I start writing and then lose focus or encounter a problem of where to take the story, how I’m going to end it, and it ends up an open tab all day long. Writers block ticks me off!

- Telli

10 more scenarios til Donghae Chapter 9.

Henry / Super Junior - M Kpop Scenario

Requested by Anon

Who; Henry of Super Junior M

Plot; When you play 20 questions.

*Takes place entirely in english. 

After opening the package to your chocopie, you munched happily on the treat while walking side by side with Henry. It was odd finding someone else who wasn’t of military or teacher who spoke english and was your age here in Korea but you two had somehow found each other and had been inseparable ever since. He had a lot of free time while Super Junior was promoting their main group stages without him and ZhouMi. Unless they were touring, ZhouMi mostly stayed in China to do his hosting and shopping thing there. But Henry usually got bored and Canada couldn’t hold him for long until he started to miss his hyungs. 

“So how was the flight back?” you asked trying to keep crumbs in your mouth. He smirked at you also taking one from the box.

“Same as always, I feel like I time travel every time I come back to Korea from being in Canada. It’s also a lot warmer here than it is there. We’re still under what feels like MILES of snow.” you chuckled and nodded knowing what he meant. You’d spent time abroad at various schools since your parents wanted you to get a well rounded education. 

“Hey I got a question for you.” you said with a sudden fit of inspiration.

“What’s that?”

“A question? It’s an inquiry, something to be asked, umm…haha.” you laughed when he lightly elbowed you and you almost lost your footing on the ice and snow that crunched under your boot.

“Very funny.” 

“Okay my question would be, if you could go anywhere, where would you go?” 

Henry thought long and hard about that one. He’d always wanted to go travelling around the world and now because of being in SME, he’d achieved part of that. He’d been to Paris, he’d been to China, to America, not that being to America was very far from Canada, but still. 

“There are a lot of places in Europe I still would like to visit. I’d like to go back to France and drive around their country side. I’ve seen it in movies, and it looks really pretty. In better weather of course. Where would you go?”

“I think I’d also like to go to Europe, I’d like to go to Italy or Greece. Especially Italy. Their pace of life is a lot slower than in most cities. They take a lot of time and effort into making things as simple and enjoyable as possible. I watched on tv where the show host who’s a writer and chef, travels all over the world, and his time in Italy looked amazing. So that’s where I’d go if I could. Hmm, how about, if you could play your violin in one place where would it be?”

“Oh we’re playing 20 questions huh? Alright. Um… I’d like to play in that large concert hall in Sydney Australia. It’s really iconic and stands out a lot to me. So I’d play there. Um, if you could choose a different life path, like for work, what would you do instead of what you do now?”

You thought about that one. You enjoyed your job, but it wasn’t really what you thought you’d be doing with your life. It’s funny how life changes your perception of important ideals as you get older.

“I think, if I could change my job and life path, I would want to be a counselor for children. Not like rehab, but like for kids who go through the system. Whether they’re given up for adoption or they’re taken away from their parents, they need someone to talk to as they get older. Their self esteem can really take a nose dive. Especially if you’re a troubled kid, and you go in and out of foster homes. They need a role model type figure. I’d like to do that. Um. Who’s your favorite Hyung?” you teased. Henry laughed and thought about it for a minute.

“Well, I’ll always be grateful to all my hyungs, HanGeng especially. He was really careful in taking care of me when I was in China the first time. But now, I would say it’s a toss up between, SiWon Hyung and Donghae Hyung. SiWon Hyung takes care of me like HanGeng used to. He’s always there to make sure that I’m okay, that I’m eating, he’s kinda like my mom. Even though he’s always said KyuHyun Hyung is his favorite dongseng. Donghae Hyung is fun to play with. He treats me like his little brother, and when he’s not trying to show up HyukJae Hyung, we have a lot of fun together. If you could be reborn as an inanimate object instead of a living being, what would it be.”

You blinked at the odd question and for a second thought about whether or not you could be “reborn” as an inanimate object but let it go for a later time.

“I would probably say, a smooth pebble in a Japanese rock garden. For some reason, I’ve always found them very soothing to touch and hold when I visited a garden like that so I would want to be that for some one else. Favorite Ice Cream flavor and yes you have to pick just one.”

“Oh that’s not fair.” Henry protested. You both walked along the path in silence as the snow crunched under your feet still and there was no concrete anywhere in sight. 

It had snowed again the night before but finally had stopped and the whole city was hushed. Not many people were out, and those who were, were more concerned about finding someplace warm to be rather than being outside. To Henry the cold reminded him of home. For you, just being with Henry, you’d withstand a lot more than this 25 degree weather with windchill factor just to hold his hand. You had begun to think you’d finally stumped him when he sighed.

“I guess if I can only choose one, I’ll choose Vanilla, only because you can add so many other things to it to make it taste amazing and it’s one of the few ice cream flavors if not the only one that tastes good in rootbeer floats.” he reasoned. You laughed and agreed with him and shivered. “Wow we’ve been out here for a long while. What say we try to find a Starbucks or something and warm up. My treat, but you have to order. I’m not good with speaking hangul when I’m being stared at by somebody impatient behind the counter. Oh hey that’s my come back question. If you could pick only ONE drink from starbucks to have everytime you went in from now on, what would it be, and yes you can only choose one.” you stuck your tongue out at him in response and all the while to the nearest Starbucks you thought about it. 

“I guess I would have to say… mocha frappucino but only because it has chocolate in it, and I love chocolate. As for right now, I’m going to get a spiced chai latte, what do you want?” Henry choose the white hot chocolate and after paying, and getting your drinks, headed upstairs to a quiet corner where you both sat next to each other looking out side as it started to snow again. 

“How’s yours?” he asked as you sipped with your eyes closed.

“Try some?” you said as you offered him your cup. He traded cups with you and you sipped the warmed white chocolate, letting it roll around on your tongue and savoring the creamy richness of the drink.

“That’s pretty good, I’ll have to remember that next time I come in here. So where were we. Oh yeah, you’re turn to ask me.” he said sipping.

“Um… favorite computer game.” you asked. He thought about that for a minute. 

“I’m not like KyuHyun hyung and his star craft, I kinda like first person shooters, although I’ve also played like Left for dead, and the other ones that take place in space, so I would have to say one of those. Playing on the wii and the wii sports is fun too. I like the golf and tennis. How about you?”

“I can’t do the golf, I also get angry when my ball goes off the cliff. I liked bowling though. We should go bowling one of these days. I’m not that good but I like trying, even though I get more gutter balls than anything. That’s mine. What’s your favorite activity to do for fun?”

“I’ve started to like Noraebang here in Korea actually. I didn’t do karaoke in Canada to much, but here it’s fun to go. Have you ever been?”

“I went once in California when I was in school there but not a lot after that.”

Your conversations lasted until your drinks were gone and it was time to make the long trek back to where you had parked the car.

“Yah know, I think the car is gonna be buried by the time we get back to it if this snow keeps up.” Henry said pulling the hood on his jacket up over his cap. You nodded and put your shrugged beanie back on and dug your mittens out of your pockets. Henry absently reached for your hand after you put your mittens on and you blushed slightly all the way back to the car.

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Yay another Henry one! Wee!! 

8 done 11 to go to Donghae Chapter.

Henry / Super Junior - M Kpop Scenario

Requested by Charismasmile

Who; Henry of Super Junior M

Plot; When he tries to impress you but it doesn’t go the way he wanted.

(I was given the option of either KyuHyun or Henry, and since Henry isn’t as loved right about now, I chose him.)
*Bold is in English. 

Happily mixing the butter and sugar together in the electric mixer, Henry picked up the measuring spoons and measured out the vanilla and poured it in. Donghae meanwhile came into the kitchen to find out what all the noise was.

“Yah Henry-ya what’re you doing?” he asked taking an almond from the open bag and eating it. “Ick these don’t have salt.” he made a face while chewing.

“I’m making _______ Noona a cake. She was telling me the other night about this baking class she’s in, and sounded so proud of it. I wanted to show that I could make stuff too. I used to bake with my mom when I was younger.” he said while sifting the dry ingredients together as the recipe commanded.

“Oh, so we don’t get any?” Donghae’s face fell. Henry laughed.

“If she says it’s good I’ll make another with you in mind Hyung.” Henry grinned and Donghae, satisfied that he’d get cake eventually, happily went into the bedroom to tell EunHyuk he’d made sure they’d get cake.

It wasn’t to much long after that LeeTeuk nearly jumped out of his chair at this fierce pounding in the kitchen and after almost knocking his drink over, went to find out just what in the name of all that was holy, Henry was doing.

“Henry-ya I thought you were baking not doing construction, what was all that noise?” he asked looking around.

“Oh, sorry Hyung, the icing in the middle of the cake calls for crushed almonds. I was using the mallet to crush ‘em.” he explained holding up a zip lock bag full of almost crushed pieces.

“Well crush ‘em a little quieter will you.” he said shaking his head.

“Yes Hyung, sorry.” Henry said meekly and tried his best to not make so much noise.

When RyeoWook and SungMin came home from taping Sukira they were instantly enveloped in the wonderful smell of vanilla yellow cake. Their mouths instantly started to water and they both wandered into the kitchen.

“Ahn young Hyungs, welcome home.” Henry said trotting over to hug them both with his cute little ruffled apron on. RyeoWook refused to say anything, but SungMin smiled because it was pink.

“When did you become our little house wife?” he joked. Henry laughed and playfully swatted at SungMin’s arm.

“I’m making a cake for _______ Noona.” and once again he told the story, as well as making sure they knew if the cake came out good he’d make another one.

Taking out the pastry bags that Henry had bought when he bought all the ingredients, he started to fill them with the buttercream frosting he’d made from scratch. Then taking a spatula looking knife, coated the cake with a crumb coat, and stuck it in the fridge. He cleaned up the kitchen and went to go take a shower. When he came back he took the cake out, put it on the spice track’s lazy susan, and started to pipe. Nothing fancy, just trim edges at the base of the cake, and then on the top. He got a finer tip and after mixing the remaining butter cream with some red food dye to make it pink, he sweated and labored over his Korean lettering by putting your name on it. Satisfied he put it in the cake covering dish and put it in the fridge so the icing wouldn’t melt and went to bed.

Next morning, as his Hyungs all left for their daily schedules, he called you up.

“Hello?”

“Hi ________ Noona. It’s me Henry.”

“Oh hey Henry, how are you? Are you always up this early?”

“Well I don’t have schedule’s today but the Hyung’s do and them making noise always wakes both me and ZhouMi up. I have a present for you, I was wondering if you weren’t busy today if I could come bring it to you.”

“Aw how nice. Well I have work until 4pm, but after that I’m free. I don’t know how your managers are about you being out in public.”

“Yeah they get kinda worried about me. Although I walked around in America by myself or with friends and I only ran into one person who actually knew me. That was before the 2nd mini album though. Well, how about we meet at the movie theater, I know you wanted to see “Devil Inside”, even though it’s a scary movie.” 

“I did, okay how about we meet there at about 5:30 or 6:00 so I can go home and take a shower and everything. Sweating in that slave pit during the day is not a cute look.”

Henry laughed and agreed to meet you at the movie theater. He kept the cake in the car while you both went in to see the movie. It wasn’t as scary as the hype had made it sound and you both were arguing points about the movie’s logic, or gaps in the plot when you headed to the car. 

“I made you something.” 

“Oh yeah? It doesn’t tick or anything does it?” you joked. It took him a minute to get the reference and he laughed.

“No Noona, I’m not trying to blow you up. Not like that anways. Here I made you a cake! You had told me about that bakers class you take, remember? I wanted to make you one too.” he looked proud of the cake.

“So not fair.” you said with a frown. He looked disappointed. 

“What? What’s wrong with it? I can make you another one.”

“Nothing’s wrong with it, and that’s the problem.” you grumbled and put it on the hood of the car folding your arms. He’d remembered you mentioning about the baking class, but he didn’t remember WHY you had mentioned it.

You had been in the class for almost a month, and it had moved past just baking, now you were in the decorating class and try as you might, your piping skills just failed hardcore. And then here was Henry, someone who probably never took a baking course in his life comes up with this gorgeous cake, making you feel even worse about your lack of skill. He didn’t do it in purpose and you knew that, but it just made you feel inept.

“Noona, don’t be sad, I’m sorry if you don’t like it.” Henry looked down at his hi tops with a sad face and you felt bad for being upset. 

“It’s not that I don’t like it I’m just… I’m jealous! You pipe so much better than I do. It’s just not fair.” you flailed your arms to try and emphasize your point and ended up making Henry laugh which made your frown deepen.

He saw this and coming over to you shyly hugged you around the waist. You tried to hold out against his charms and his soothing little pats on your back, but couldn’t. He was just to adorable and you knew he really did try hard to make you a cake. You hugged him back and rested your chin on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Henry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“It’s okay Noona. And look at it this way, if you want I can help you with your piping, not that I’m an expert at it or anything, and that means we get to spend more time together.” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and made you laugh. 

Later that night at your apartment, you opened the cake and cut into it. You served you both a slice. Henry gobbled his up and was about to slice another piece until he saw your face. Your stomach felt weird and your skin was turning red.

“Noona, are you okay? You don’t look well.” he commented. 

Soon you were gasping for air and your purse. You couldn’t talk or form words and Henry looked distraught not knowing what to do to help you. He handed you your purse and you dumped everything on the table. Grabbing something that looked like a toothpaste tube, you took off the top and jabbed it into your thigh. It took a few minutes, very precious minutes but you managed to gasp out, to call an ambulance. Henry, hands shaking called and gave them your address. He sat by you, until paramedic’s arrived and let them in. They took a look at you and putting you on the stretcher, carted you off. Henry followed after locking up your apartment with your keys and driving your car after the ambulance.

He made it to the ER front desk and asked for you. The nurse told him you’d been taken upstairs.

“She had an allergic reaction. Do you know what she ate?”

“Uhm…. we had popcorn, soda, some candy at the movie theater. And we had cake at her house.” he said in his halting hangul.

“Did any of those things cause her stomach pains?” the nurse asked. Henry had to think of the sentence and translate it in his head.

“No, she was fine until she ate the cake.” he said trying to convey his meaning. “I’m sorry I’m not korean and hangul isn’t my first language.” he apologized. The nurse nodded and making hand motions for him to wait, called on the phone. Henry was leaning on the desk with his elbows, his hands in his hair feeling horrible, just then another nurse, this time a white lady came down in the elevator.

“Hi, I’m Beth.” she said placing a hand on Henry’s shoulder. Henry was so glad to see someone he could communicate with freely that he almost cried.

“The nurse lady said she had an allergic reaction, but I don’t know what it could have been. We had popcorn, soda and candy at the movie theater and she was fine, then we had cake at her house, and that’s when she got sick.”

“What kind of cake was it?”

“Yellow cake, with butter cream frosting… oh and almonds, crushed almonds in the middle.” The nurse got a knowing look on her face and nodded.

“That was probably it. A lot of people are allergic to nuts. Have you ever seen her eat them before?” Henry thought back and although he hadn’t known you long, he did seem to remember you not liking peanuts. 

“No, but I haven’t known her that long either.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” Henry blushed and shook his head.

“No she’s not. I mean I’d like her to be but, we kinda haven’t gotten to that point yet.” 

The nurse nodded and after speaking to the first nurse about what happened, she nodded and filling in your chart, Nurse Beth took Henry upstairs to see you in your post op room.

“She’s in there. Good Luck.” 

Henry moved the curtain away just as you finished pulling your shirt down, you jumped when it moved and he blushed looking away.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay I’m fully dressed, I just didn’t know you were here.”

“No I mean, I didn’t know you were allergic to almonds or whatever. I didn’t mean to make you sick Noona honest. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey calm down it’s okay. It’s not that bad. C’mere.” you hugged Henry close. He was shaking like a leaf and looked more unhappy than you’d ever seen him. He latched onto you and reveled in the smell of your hair and what little perfume you were still wearing. “I should have told you I was allergic, but I didn’t think of it earlier. So I’m sorry too. Maybe next time we’ll make the cake together so this doesn’t happen again, how’s that?” Henry nodded and after taking his well known ball cap off, nestled into your arms with the happy feeling that you were okay. 

“Time to go home?” he asked after you finished putting your sneakers back on. You nodded. He smiled and put his cap on your head backwards. You instantly did the B boy stance which cracked him up in the way to the elevator. 

When Henry finally got back to the Super Junior dorms, he called both Donghae and EunHyuk into the kitchen and gave them free range over the cake. Soon SungMin and RyeoWook joined in, and it was almost a feeding frenzy.

Henry went to his laptop and started looking up other cake recipes to make with you, non of which contained nuts.

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Yay, writers block is over. I noticed that I lost a follower. I’m sorry!!! ;A; I’ll be pulling an all nighter tonight to write out at least three more from this page to make up for it, more if I can force ‘em out.

7 down 12 to go to Donghae Chapter.

- Telli 

RyeoWook / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

Requested by Anon

Who; RyeoWook of Super Junior

Plot; When you two have a heated argument but make up. 

“I already know what you’re going to say and it doesn’t make any difference.” you said walking from room to room while your boyfriend RyeoWook followed you. “She’s my friend and that’s all there is to it.” He scowled at the back of your head and stormed after you. 

He’d been trying for the longest time to get you and a friend of yours to NOT be friends anymore. He had met all of your friends by now, and most of them were fine. It was just this one that rubbed him the wrong way. She was so condescending when talking to you, it was insulting, and he couldn’t believe that you couldn’t see it. It made him very upset to see the way she talked to you. But you just took it. He was bound and determined to get to the bottom of it and just why you wouldn’t let this one friend go.

“Look Jagi, I understand she may have been a good friend in the past, but real friends don’t talk to each other like that with the kind of tone she was using. You could tell… well I could tell, that she wasn’t kidding. She was really calling you bad names.” he insisted. It was your turn to scowl. 

“Oppa you’re just jealous.” that caught him a little off guard and made him raise his brows. 

“You wanna run that by me again?” he asked doing his best Shibrow impression. He looked at you and folded his arms, and just couldn’t wait to here how you were going to explain this.

“You’re jealous that I spend so much time with her, and not that much time with you.” you offered. He looked stunned.

“If she were a guy, or you were cheating on me with her, maybe I’d be jealous, but we don’t spend time together because of my job. There’s never been one time that you’ve stood me up to go spend time with her. You spend time with her when you’re not able to spend time with me.” he argued. You frowned and was sure you had thought it through in your head enough to validate your point but he just made it sound non existent. 

You opened your mouth to say something but realized it didn’t sound right to you so closed it again, and glared at the smug look of logic on RyeoWook’s face. Did he have to be right all the time? It was infuriating. You turned and walked away from him. But just like before he followed you into every room, shouting his case.

“Look. I don’t know why you’re clinging to her so much. Is it because I’m telling you it’s a good thing for you? Are you listening to people who say that you friends come before your boyfriend or girlfriend? Is that what this is?” you saw a spark of something that maybe could be applied to your case.

“Maybe.” you fibbed.

“Yeah well I agree with that. Your friends, should always come before any guy or girl in your life that you’re dating.” You looked triumphant but he squashed it really quick. “But she’s not your friend! She calls you names to your face, she lies to your other friends about you, that’s not a real friend!” he was flushed in the face with anger. “Why can’t you understand that I’m only telling you this because I love you and don’t want anyone to treat you badly, let alone someone you know and hold dear to you. Would you ever say the things she says to you back to her? No you wouldn’t because you’re a nice person. She isn’t!” 

“You don’t understand okay!” you grumbled.

“What?? What don’t I understand? Is she framing you or something? Did you kill someone and she saw you and is threatening to tell the police? Because that’s what it sounds like to hear you talk about her.” 

You winced when he said that and he saw it. You knew that he saw it and cursed yourself for being so weak. He had, without trying found the flaw in your plan of hiding it, and now, it was all about to come undone. 

“You didn’t…” he started and you sighed roughly.

“NO Oppa don’t be stupid I didn’t kill anybody.” he looked at you and when he tried to come near you moved away. You were angry at him for figuring it out. But you knew he would eventually. You were just hoping that you would have had more time to think up a defense. 

“Then what? Whatever it is, I can try and help. Is she framing you?” you sighed and turned your back to him but nodded. “It can’t be that bad.” he offered. You impatiently sighed and raked your fingers through your hair. It was all or nothing now. Your relationship was about to take a serious blow and you didn’t know how well he’d take it or if you even would still have a boyfriend after this.

“You know I’m from Busan right?” you started quickly pacing back and forth wondering how far to go back. It was a long tale. He nodded and sat down on the arm of the nearby recliner. “Well… ugh shit I can’t do this.” you mumbled and rubbed your face nearly raw with your hands.

“Jagi don’t talk like that, bad words like that shouldn’t come from pretty lips like yours.” he quietly reprimanded. “Whatever it is you can tell me.” you sighed loudly. You went to the window and opened it, then going to the mantle, opened a decorative urn and removed a cigarette and a lighter. You saw the disapproval on his face but ignored it. “I know you don’t like it Oppa but if I’m going to tell you this story, you’re going to have to put up with it right now.” You lit it and took a drag, the smoke filling your lungs and soothing your nerves. You went to the window and exhaled, letting the smoke drift into curling patterns around your head. 

“I’m listening.” he said after a few minutes when you just stared out into the street inhaling the nicotine and tar, and exhaling smoke. It rumbled lightly in the distance and the outside sunshine started to turn grey.

“I’ve known _______ my whole life. She’s originally from the same village as me. She moved here right after 2nd grade. I began 3rd grade without her. It was a really big blow to my self esteem. Something happened that summer after she left. My Appa came into my room and said he wanted to dress me for the day. It was odd because he’d never done it before. He started doing it more and more often. He’d been hurt on the job so was out of work for awhile. So he would take care of me in the mornings and take me to school when Umma went to work. He would watch me change, and get dressed. Then he insisted on giving me baths in the morning and washing me repeatedly.” you cringed as you dredged up visual images of your childhood that made your skin crawl. “He started taking naps with me on the weekends, always wanting me to be touching him, against his chest or whatever. Then he insisted I sit on his lap while we watched tv. It made me uncomfortable but I didn’t say anything. Somewhere in the middle of 6th grade I got my time of the month for the first time. I was at school, it was a mess. I’ll spare you the details. I told my Umma when I went home, she brought me into the bathroom and gave me a talk on products to use and how to keep clean and such. I guess she must have mentioned it to my Appa at some point. The next morning when I was changing he came into my room and looked really angry. He knocked my clothes out of my hands and started calling me names. Saying I was ruined, that he couldn’t stand to be around me anymore and why couldn’t I have stayed a little girl. Then he stormed out of my room.” you took the last long drag of the cigarette and after putting it out on the window sill tossed it out into the bushes below the window. 

RyeoWook stayed silent throughout this whole time. Never once did he interrupt or ask a question. You didn’t look at him at all while you explained. You couldn’t bear to meet his face. 

“Then, about… 8th grade, right before going into highschool, I got a letter in the mail from _______ and she told me where she was living and how I should come visit. I started saving my allowance to go and visit her. About 2 weeks before school started, Appa came home drunk. Umma didn’t know what to do with him, and she went to bed, locking her door to keep him out. I was already asleep and didn’t know. I heard my door open and my eyes instantly woke up. I heard him getting undressed. I felt him lift the comforter and then reached for the light. I yelled at him he was in my room, and he just gave me this creepy smile and said he knew. He got on my bed and started to crawl towards me. I felt disgusted and angry and scared. I screamed for Umma but she didn’t come. He tried to grab me with his hands but I grabbed the nearest thing I could get my hands on that was heavy. My statue of Mickey Mouse and I hit him in the head with it. He let go of my arms and I squirmed out and headed for the door. He reached for my ankle and tripped me. I fell face first into the carpet and got rug burn on my elbows.” you were just staring now into space, the whole incident flowing from your lips like you had been hypnotized and had removed yourself from the situation so you didn’t have to feel anything. “He pulled me toward him and tried to pin me to the floor saying he’d waited for me to be “ripe” and all his life was building towards this. He wreaked of Soju and sweat. I lifted my knee right into his groin and with that I grabbed my small purse, and ran downstairs to the back door. I put my sneakers on, and ran out of the house. I hid for about 2 hours give or take in an abandoned parking garage down the block. When I rested assured that he wouldn’t find me I opened my purse and took out _______’s letter. I used all the money I had saved to buy a bus ticket to Seoul and called her from the station. It was really early. I apologized for it and told her I was at the bus station if she still wanted me to visit.
Her parents came and got me. She went upstairs to change and I told them what happened. They took me in, and agreed not to let my parents know where I was. They sent an anon letter hand written and drove to my house and left it in the mail box. It told them that I was safe, and told my Umma what my Appa had been doing, and had done. I never saw either of them again. I don’t even know if they’re alive anymore, and quite frankly I don’t care. There is no way he could have done all that to me and she didn’t know. There is no way. She could have left him! She.. she should have done something!! I was only a little kid!!” you got up from the window screaming and crying. RyeoWook came closer to you and captured you in his arms, pinning your wildly swinging arms to your sides and holding you tightly and comfortingly until you collapsed on his chest, your arms clinging to his waist whimpering and sobbing. “Why didn’t she save me Oppa… why didn’t she help me?.. I was her baby… she should have saved mee..”

RyeoWook tried to control the twitching of his lips and the misting of his eyes but couldn’t. It might have been unmanly but he began to cry right along with you. He would never have known anything like that had happened to you.

“So that’s how it is. She knows, and she’s threatening to tell.. isn’t she?” he asked gently. You nodded under his chin as a fresh wave of sadness and fear swept over you and drown out your hope in tears. “The only way you fix it is to tell them like you’ve told me. I know it’s going to be hard. But the only way she won’t have power over you anymore is for you to take away the one chip she holds.”

“B-But.. I’m scared they’ll leave me.” you whimpered.

“If they’ll leave you during your darkest hour, they weren’t really your friends to begin with Jagi.” he said firmly.

That weekend you invited everyone to your house.

“You know, these drapes are really ugly. I don’t know why you’re so stupid as to keep them.” _______ said to you. You said nothing but called everyone to sit down.

“Thank you for all coming. Some of you might not be my friends after this and that’s okay. But I can’t live a lie anymore, or feel like I’m under someone’s thumb. I can’t be afraid anymore. I want to tell you about my Appa.” you said. _______’s eyes went wide as she sat through the whole story. Your friends in turn were disgusted, teary eyed, and shocked. When you were done, you looked up at them with a small smile. “That’s the story. If some of you don’t want to be my friend anymore, that’s fine, you know where the door is.” _______ stood up.

“That’s so disgusting, right guys? I mean really you let him do that to you?” she looked to your other friends assembled for back up and got non. Your Unnie came over to you and gave you a hug.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you _______-ya. I’ll never abandon you.” she said through her tears.

“That’s right, we’re friends.”

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely.”

RyeoWook smiled in triumph at _______’s face. She had lost and looked angry. She picked up her purse and stormed out of your apartment.

“Goodbye _______,” you thought to yourself, “Even if our friendship is over, I’ll treasure the moments we used to have.”

A great burden had been lifted from your shoulders. Once everyone had been sent home for the night, you hugged RyeoWook. He kissed your cheek.

“You know our relationship is going to change from now on.” he said seriously. You looked at him. “We’ve never been intimate, but when that time comes, I want you to promise me that if I do anything to make you uncomfortable in any way, or say or do something to cause flashbacks, I want you to tell me.” 

“Someone’s been doing research online.” you teasingly accused. He blushed and smiled but nodded.

“I do truly love you, and I don’t want to ever hurt you in any way.”

“I know Oppa. I love you too.”

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6 down 13 to go till Donghae Chapter.

I’m away from home for a week, but I have a computer to use here during the day so hopefully I can get more requests done. Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day!

- Telli