Super Junior / EunHyuk

Requested by Anon

Who; EunHyuk of Super Junior

Plot; When you’re freezing and you need Eunhyuk to warm you up. A fluff.


The snow had been falling outside for three days now. Your boss had even called you and told you to stay at home, the roads were iced, even the rails for the public train had frozen over and weren’t safe. You weren’t too upset about it. You enjoyed the snow, especially when you didn’t have to go outside in it. It gave you the chance to catch up on movies that you hadn’t seen. Or at least you tried. But the snow heavy on the cables outside threatened to break them, and that was about to put an end to all your fun. You were just praying that the lights didn’t go out. Without heat, this little “vacation” of yours would all fall to pieces. 

About 45 minutes away in the tall building that held his dorm, Hyukjae was watching the news with his bandmates. Some had been stuck at their own homes or their parents homes when the snow started and there was no way of getting them home now. The only people who were permitted for their own safety to be outside were the brave men who drove snow plows. Outside of that, it wasn’t likely that anyone was going to be going anywhere. Television was going to be a horrible day of old movies on repeat. Hyukjae went to his room and laid on his bed, being a little thankful that he didn’t have to wake up early that morning and be driven around. He laid back on his pillows and picked up the latest book of One Piece and began to read. He was about 3 chapters in before his phone went off. He looked at the screen and saw your face plastered against the glass. He laughed. He remembered taking that picture of you. Against a glass wall at your parents home. And then used it as your picture on his phone. So anytime you number came up it looked like you were trapped in his phone. 

"Hello beautiful." he answered with a chuckle. 

"Hi Oppa. I just wanted to check in on you to make sure you weren’t stuck somewhere." you said happily from your couch. Wrapped in a blanket and sipping hot coco while the second Harry Potter movie played in the background. 

"Nah, the snow was still coming down from the other day. I haven’t left the dorm in those days. We thankfully have enough food I think until the snow breaks. How about you? You’re not stuck at work or anything are you?" he asked with a bit of concern in his voice. 

"Noo… actually my boss called me early this morning and told me not to bother trying to come in." you chuckled. 

"I can understand why. I was just watching the news with the hyungs and they said that no one except the guys who run plows are supposed to be out on the street. It’s too dangerous." 

"Yikes, I didn’t know it had gotten that bad." you said, before the lights in your house went out. "Uh oh.." was all you got out before you lost signal. 

All around Seoul, patches and neighborhoods went dark. The light poles, bogged down with snow and ice, entirely gave up. There was no saving the cables. You piled on the couch since it was closer to the bathroom than your bedroom. You grabbed every blanket you owned and made your own blanket fort. You grabbed the camping unit you kept in the hall closet. It was only a one burner type, but it could heat up just about anything you wanted to make. 

Morning dawned, still swirled in snow. You were beginning to feel like you were living in a snow globe that was being constantly shook. You braved to open your front door and saw nothing. Snow had piled right up against your door and windows except for your bathroom window. It was higher up. You dragged a chair from the kitchen table to squeeze between the toilet and sink. You peered out and all you saw was white and flurries. 

"Well this is a fine mess." you mumbled. You had begun to give up hope when you began to hear a scraping coming from outside your front door.

It was constant and you had no idea what it was. All you knew was it was getting closer and closer to your front door. You began to think of a horror movie with this same premise. A man and his two children saw a figure outside their house in the dark, and they weren’t sure if they were keeping it out or they locked it inside with them. You retreated back to the couch and stared at your front door for hour after hour. Sometimes it stopped, for up to 20 minutes at a time, but by the third hour it was almost through. You could see the shadow under the crack of the door. What if it was a burglar? Not likely though. No burglar would have gone to all that work to get through. 

You weren’t going to have to wait much longer for the answer. The door knob rattled. You squeeked like a mouse and hid in your blanket fort. Not that you really expected it to be much protection for all the horrible scenarios that were going through your head. Then, the door unlocked, and the door swung open, letting in an arctic breeze. It quickly shut again. You heard heavy foot steps. The labored breath of someone, a man. Just when you’d almost finished giving away everything you owned in your head, a familiar voice called softly, “Jagiya?” 

You peeked your head out of the blanket fort. And there he stood. Hyukjae. 

"Oppa?" you asked in wonder, as if you really didn’t believe it was him. He started with your loud tone. 

"Oh mi god.." he flinched, "You scared me. What were you doing in there? Did you… did you make a blanket fort? Aish you’re so cute." he smiled and came over to hug you. As if waken up from your nightmares of someone trying to break into your house you hugged him in return. 

"But Oppa, what’re you doing here? I thought no one but the plow people were supposed to be outside?" you asked leaning back from his embrace to see his face. 

"Haha, plow people." he teased and kissed your nose. "Well, they are, but when your phone died, and then I saw that your neighborhood was one of the many on this side of town that had gone out, I had to come and check on you. Took me forever to get to your door too. I’m surprised you didn’t hear me." he mentioned while he took his jacket off as it was sopping wet. 

"Well actually.." you blushed, "I didn’t sorta hear you…. but I didn’t know what it was… and I was scared so I hid." you felt embarrassed and really bad now for letting him do all that digging for nothing. 

"Oh, well yeah I guess it is kinda weird and creepy. Your whole neighborhood is like that though. Paranoia could settle in. So, what are we reading?" he asked as he snuggled under the covers on the couch and turned your lantern on from the coffee table. He grabbed at the piles of books and finding a cover that looked interesting, started reading. When you didn’t sit down, he looked up and smiled that megawatt smile, and opened his arms to you, inviting you to come snuggle with him and read.

You snuggled against him and cheered up at the warmth while opening the book you had been reading, feeling safe and happy for the first time in days. While reading the lights suddenly came back on. The heater as well kicked back on and you breathed another sigh of relief. Looking at Hyukjae though, you turned all the lights off, and snuggled back with him on the couch, just with a few less blankets. Why ruin a perfectly good excuse to be together?


I’ve returned! Time to quit slacking and finish up all these. 

2ne1 Scenario

Requested by

Who; 2ne1 - Park Bom, Park Dara, CL, & Minzy.

Plot; The request was for either them becoming a group, or splitting up, or something along the lines of the whole group. Since I’d rather not make a sad scenario at the moment, we’re gonna go with random. :D


"Minji-yah!" Bom yelled through out the dorm. "I thought you trained Dougie-ya to go outside!" she wrinkled her nose and regarded the puddle on the floor with great disfavor. Minzy came out of her room, after trying to clean it up and with a bewildered look on her face.

"Unnie.. what is… AISH.. Dougie YAAAAHH!!! Waaaeeee!!!" Minzy stomped her foot with frustration. "You were doing so good! No, don’t you go hide from me under the table. I ought to send you to obedience training!"

"Yah, what’s going on! Minji ya, what are you yellin… Oh not again!" CL came into the dorm with Dara to find out what all the noise was. She could hear Minzy’s voice out in the hallway.

"Unnnniiieeeee, I don’t know what her problem is." Minzy said flailing her arms around. "She was doing well and always going on the puppy pad if I couldn’t walk her, but now she’s just going everywhere all the time. She doesn’t ever let me know like she used to, she just goes. What am I going to do? Bom Unnie is getting upset and the whole dorm is going to smell like pee if she doesn’t stop."

"Maybe you should get a dog trainer." Dara suggested eating bread in the kitchen with her feet on the chair as Dougie chased a toy under the table. She had learned to pick up Dougie when she was smaller and not so energetic. But now that she was bigger, and stronger, Dara’s fear had returned.

"I think that might be the only way. She doesn’t listen to me anymore. Aish, so independent. She went from such a fat belly little pup to a strong minded dog. She’s still so cute, but what a handful." Minzy nodded.

Two days later, a dog trainer came to the dorm, and for 2ne1 tv, they decided to film it. The man who walked in looked like he belonged in a rock band. He was not your traditional type of anything really.

"Ahn young hae say yo, I’m Dash." he said bowing to everyone. They all sat down on the couch and he sat in a side chair. "So, tell me why I’m here?" he asked.

"It’s because of Dougie-ya…" Minzy piped up. "When she was a puppy I trained her to use puppy pads, but lately she doesn’t listen to me anymore. We wake up and she’s just gone where ever. I don’t know why, but it has to stop. Bom Unnie isn’t very happy and the whole dorm will be ruined if she starts pooping in here too."

"Well has your schedule changed? Are you spending less time with her?" He asked. Minzy thought about that and had to nod.

"Yes, when she was a small puppy I brought her everywhere because she was so small and she couldn’t be left alone. But now that she’s grown up, I didn’t think it was important to have her with me all the time."

"Well, that could be the reason. She could be feeling like she’s been pushed to the side and because she can’t verbalize it, this is how she lets you know that she’s upset."

"So does that mean that we have to bring her everywhere with us from now on?" Dara asked interested from the far side of the couch.

"Not necessarily. She just needs to be assured that you’re coming back. She needs to be given regular play time, and special time with you so she knows she’s still important. She’s probably developing an anxiety about being left alone." Dash said as he leaned over and pet the chocolate brown dog on the head.

"Yah, so this is my fault, that she’s acting like this?" Minzy asked, biting her bottom lip.

"Not on purpose, but you’ve never had a dog before have you?" Dash asked. Minzy shook her head. "That’s probably why."

"Unnie, did button or coco ever act like this?" Minzy asked looking over at Bom. Bom tilted her head and blinked a few times before answering.

"I don’t think so. But when I wasn’t home, one of my parents were. And then when we had both, they kept each other company. It wasn’t just her by herself. So they never had a reason to have an anxiety."

"Yes, that’s right. So let’s get to work, and I’ll teach you how to train her, and give you a schedule that will hopefully work for your schedules and keep her from being upset anymore."

For the next few hours, the girls and a bag of treats taught Dougie to sit, stand up, beg and roll over. She seemed to soak up the attention and finally, tired out, laid jumped up onto Minzy’s lap and drifted off to sleep.

"My poor Dougie. I neglected you like a bad parent didn’t I? I’m so sorry. I should have known you wouldn’t be bad on purpose. You were a willful pup but you were never bad. Hopefully this schedule works."

It took a lot of work on Minzy’s part but she somehow found the strength every night to play with Dougie and kept her from tearing up things and using the dorm floor for her bathroom. In time she also taught her more tricks.

"Yaahh Oppa, come look!" Minzy called G-Dragon. He came over and smiled. "Watch what Dougie can do." She got Dougie to come, sit, stay, beg, roll over, paw, and then said Bang! and Dougie rolled over on her back liked she’d been shot. G-Dragon laughed, and Minzy squealed. She’d finally gotten the whole routine down. "She’s been working so hard on that for that so long. I’m so proud of my daughter." she said laughing giving Dougie a treat and lots of hugs.

"I wonder if I could teach Gaho to do that."

"It’ll be a lot of work, but I’m sure you could."

"Waahh look at you being so complimentary. When did you become this person?" G-Dragon teased.

"Oppaaaaaa.. why do you always have to be like that? I don’t want to play with you anymore." Minzy said pouting.

"You don’t ever like playing with me." he laughed.

It was true.


So rather fluffy. But I hope you like. :) I’m going to give final push and hopefully get all the scenarios I have requested in done before Christmas. Wish me luck. We all know my track record when I’m hitting a block on writing.

Super Junior / DongHae

Requested by Anon

Who; Donghae of Super Junior feat. SiWon

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


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. 


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.



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.” 


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.


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. 

Scene snippet…

The dark was pierced only by the light coming in the boarded up window. The distinct sound of whatever it was, hunting them down was heard downstairs. It’s long nails, or claws you could call them, dragged lazily across the rotting wooden floor. 

Her hands trembled as she drew the circle of salt, and laid the four gold coins around them. JiHo looked skeptical, his eyes, perfect in shape kept darting toward the door. It was closed, but just barely. 

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" he asked. She turned to look at him.

"Not really. But, just for arguments sake, whatever is in this room, whatever spirit, I think is bound here, just to this room. It doesn’t know what that thing is, doesn’t know that this house won’t let us leave, so it’s repeating "Get out" isn’t working. If we can lure the that… thing in here, maybe it will finally understand. Now come sit down."

JiHo obediently sat down on the floor in the circle. His eyes opened a bit in surprised when she eased herself into his lap. 

"I always wanted to hold you this way, but I didn’t think it would be under these circumstances." he tried to joke. She offered a weak smile in response.

"Here, take this and cover your eyes."

"Why?" he asked looking at her. Her own eyes fed back fear. 

"Because if you see what I see, I can’t protect you. Once you see them, it’s over. Your ignorance to their existence is all that’s kept you alive up until now. Please, do this." he nodded hesitatingly and after ripping a length of material from her shirt, bound his eyes shut. "No matter what you hear, no matter what you feel… don’t open your eyes, don’t make a move, don’t try and leave the circle."

He nodded and rested his forehead on her shoulder, she did likewise and waited. No sooner had she closed her eyes, than the room got colder, and just outside the door she heard sniffing, and the sound of a claw pushing open the door.


what do you guys think? This is part of a paranormal fanfic that’s been rolling around in my head. 

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. 


YAY chapter 9!! 


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. 


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. 


Last one. Next.. FANFIC CHAPTERS!! Das wewt!!

L - MyungSoo / Infinite Kpop Scenario

Requested by asye-c 

Who; L aka MyungSoo of Infinite

Plot; Jealousy

You smiled as you happily munched on popcorn. You hadn’t seen your Oppa in so long. Not since you had left the home. You’d been put up for adoption when you were little, and he was also one of the foster kids in the home you ended up in. You were close in age and shared a lot of the same interests in science, and animals, and he’d always been there when you needed him. He’d gone out of the country for University and had recently come back. He’d looked you up from a mutual friend, and here you were walking around and catching up.

The only person who wasn’t happy about this meeting was your boyfriend, MyungSoo. He had eyed you curiously when you squealed at the text message, and even though he had tried to act like he didn’t care, he’d strained to hear you from the other room while you talked to some stranger. He heard you say Oppa once or twice, and it had completely gotten his back up. From then on he’d given you somewhat of the cold shoulder. 

MyungSoo was known for being an Ice Prince among his friends, but you knew better. Under that hard as nails exterior, he was really just a big pile of mush, he had a lot of feelings and could very easily come undone when no one was looking. You were one of the few people he dropped his guard for. You knew how much trust he had in you for that, and so when people asked you, “What is he REALLY like?” you’d just smile and give an affected little laugh and tell them you didn’t know what they meant. 

You and your Oppa sat down at a food stall and ordered, while your phone started going off with text messages. Opening the screen you saw it was from MyungSoo.

"I hope you’re enjoying yourself with your new boyfriend." 

You blinked and had to force yourself not to emit a groan. Here we go.

"MyungSoo Oppa, YOU are my boyfriend."

You smiled and hoped that would be the end of it, but of course you knew better. 

"Oh really? I didn’t know, I figured since you’re out with some strange guy that I’ve never met, instead of being here with me on my day off, that we weren’t dating anymore."

That hurt. MyungSoo had the ability to be really hateful when he felt betrayed and his words stung as if he’d slapped you across the face. You felt your eyes get sore and start to well up, but you refused to cry in front of your Oppa.

"That was uncalled for." 

And that was all you said before shutting your phone off, and saying a polite thank you to the owner of the stall when your food came. 

"So, how’s the last four years or so treated you?" your Oppa asked.

"They’ve been alright. I got my degree, I have my corporate job," you said making a face, "and I guess I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing with my life. Not that it really matters to anyone… family wise I mean." you tried to keep the bitterness out of your voice but your statement was still tainted and your Oppa could tell.

"Yeah, I know. It wasn’t easy growing up but it could have been a lot worse. From some of the stories I’ve heard from other foster kids, we had it not so bad. We were never hit, or touched, or neglected. The Mr. and Mrs. did the best they could for us with what they had. Bigger hearts than wallets unfortunately but we never really went without." your Oppa made sense and it made you feel bad that you were bitter at all about the way you grew up. He was right of course. You could have been beaten, or molested or something like that growing up and you weren’t. 

"So I’m going to guess that your significant other isn’t happy that you’re out huh?" he said out of no where. You stiffened at his comment and cursed him for still being able to read you better than anybody.

"I don’t know what you mean." you mumbled. He arched a brow at you and you refused to meet his glance, he’d already won.

"You’ve gotta be kidding me. Are you remembering who you’re talking to? I’ve known you since you were seven years old _______-ah, I know your mannerisms and the way you try to hide them. Whoever text you said something either really hateful, or really nasty to you because your whole face and body posture changed before you turned the phone off. So let’s have it, what’s wrong kid?"

He always called you kid when he was being elderly brotherly. Most times it drove you crazy but this time it coaxed your problem out of you.

"My boyfriend doesn’t know you, or who you are. He doesn’t know how I grew up, and so he’s being jealous and kinda mean." you admitted.

"Why didn’t you tell him?" he probed. 

"I… I didn’t want him to feel pity for me. Just because I don’t have parents doesn’t mean I’m any less than he is." you burst out. One or two persons walking by glanced at you because of your raised tone. You lowered your head embarrassed at your outburst. 

"And you really think he’d feel pity for you? No, I don’t think so, I think you didn’t wanna feel pity for yourself. If he was the kind of guy who’d feel pity for you over something like that, you wouldn’t have gone out with him in the first place. Remember, I know you. So what are you gonna tell him now?" you looked up at your Oppa with a blank look.

"Hmm?" was all you said.

"What… are…. you… " he started making hand motions as if trying to convey his meaning, "going.. to tell… him… now." if this had been a regular conversation, you would have laughed at him being ridiculous, but he was putting the spotlight on you and you didn’t like it.

"Who says I’m going to tell him anything?" you asked with a harsh tone.

"I do! He’s your boyfriend, and he deserves to know. Especially if you’re going to tell him who I am, you’re gonna have to tell him the whole story. So how about you stop being stubborn, ah…" he said holding up a hand to keep you from interrupting, "save the drama for his mama… put on your big girl panties, and let’s fix this shall we?" he asked getting up. You had no choice but to follow.

MyungSoo continued to pace around his apartment. What had you meant that was uncalled for? And why weren’t you answering your phone now? It had been hours. Had he really blown it? He had said you guys weren’t dating anymore. Is that you also felt? Had you left him for this other guy? He raked his hand through his hair when a soft knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. 

Opening the door he saw you standing there. His heart jumped, and on the inside he wanted to pull you in the apartment, wrap his arms around you and never let go. But he was MyungSoo, they called him L, the Ice Prince. 

"Come to take your things away?" he asked coldly walking away from the door but leaving it open for you to come in. You bit back a sharp retort and came in and sat down on the couch.

"I have something I need to tell you." MyungSoo’s heart froze over a little bit. No conversation ever ended well that had started with those words. Were you going to tell him you were leaving him? You had cheated? It was more than he could bear.

"Oh decided that you are leaving then?" he asked, trying to make himself sound as nonchalant as he could.

"I’m trying to tell you something, could you stop being a jerk for 5 little minutes? It’s not going to kill you!" you spat at him. He turned and looked at you over his shoulder, shocked at your outburst. You were normally so happy and smiling. To hear you sound angry was new. 

"Alright," he conceded sitting down in the recliner diagonal to the couch. He crossed his legs and looked at you, "what is it you have to say?" 

You took off your purse, took off your coat, and repeatedly tucked your hair behind your ear trying to figure out where to start. Each minute that passed brought a new flurry of scenarios that MyungSoo imagined in his head.

"I’ve never really told you about my family." you started with some hesitation. "When I was little my parents… couldn’t keep me. So they gave me up for….." you swallowed, this was harder than you thought. You sighed. "They gave me up for adoption. The family that ended up taking me until I was 18 is where I met _______ Oppa. The "strange guy" I was with today. He’s been my best friend since we were little, and he knows me better than anyone I can think of. Even you sometimes…" 

"And so you wanna be with him?" MyungSoo guessed. You made this noise somewhere between a sigh and sucking your teeth. 

"NO! MyungSoo Oppa, I don’t want to be with him, I’m not leaving you for him, I’m not leaving you for anyone! I’m not leaving period! I’m only telling you this because he said you deserved to know about my past. Because you also had to know about him as well. He’s going to be in my life now that he’s come back from University. But I want you to understand that he’s my friend, he’s my Oppa, he’s the closest thing to family I have. I don’t know where you got this weird idea that you could be replaced by anybody. But I really wish you’d stop." you looked up from your lap, and sighed at him. 

That was when MyungSoo came completely undone, and moved swiftly from the chair to the couch and pulled you into his arms, covering your face with kisses. He may have mentioned something to the effect of loving you and being sorry but you didn’t remember after the fact. All that mattered was his arms that fended the outside world from caving in on you. 



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. 


Another one? >.>;;

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. 



LeeTeuk / Super Junior Kpop Scenario

Requested by; Anon

Who; LeeTeuk of Super Junior

Plot; “A day at Disney” 

"Are you sure you wanna do this Oppa? I know you’re not the biggest roller coaster fan." you mentioned as the operator of the ride came up and down the cars checking everyone’s seat belts and straps.

"I’ll be fine." was all Leeteuk said, but inside his stomach was doing flip flops. He had put this off long enough. As the lights flashed and the steam and noise started up, it drowned out his audible groan. When the car lurched forward, he gripped the front bar until his knuckles turned white. You covered a hand with your own, and gave him a sympathetic look.

You’d been in the US for about a week. LeeTeuk surprised you with a short vacation trip saying it would probably be one of the last you took before he went into the military. You tried not to be upset at the very thought. Two years was a long time to wait, but you were committed. 

"We’re going to Disney. I’ve always wanted to see it, but anytime we went to the US we never got the chance." he said as he laid out the brochures in front of you. You had been once or twice when you lived in the states before moving back to South Korea in High School, so you knew what to expect. You really did think it was adorable he wanted to go so badly. 

"If that’s what you want Oppa, we’ll go." you helped plan the trip, speaking to the travel agent, setting up the hotel arrangements, the car service and everything. Since it was only going to be you and him, you both wanted it to be as low key as possible. You had chosen to go to Disney in the state of Florida because you also wanted to take a trip to Key West. 

And now here you were, on your last day in Disney, you’d be packing up in the morning to head to the keys. Beside you, on Space Mountain, one of the more tame roller coasters in the park, Leeteuk was not having the best of times. As the cars rolled into the the stop port, he looked as though the ride had shaved about ten years off of his life.

"10 years," he mentioned later, "that at my age I can’t spare." you playfully hit him in the arm, as you did every time he attempted to call himself old. He was only two years older than you, and all you could do was roll your eyes at him.

Soon it was lunch time. You were eating in one of the bistros they had lining up the streets of the park, texting back and forth with a friend of yours who had the house in the Keys you would be staying at, when Leeteuk caught his breath. You looked up suddenly afraid he was choking and realized he was staring at Mickey Mouse. Or, the actor who played Mickey for the kids. He looked at him, then at you, and puppy dog eyes ensued. You rolled your eyes but had to laugh.

"Go on, say hi to him." you said shoo’ing him out of his seat. He squealed like a little kid and went skipping, literally skipping, over to the mouse and asked someone to take a picture of him and Mickey together. When he got back to his seat, he had a fit of inspiration. 

"Jagi, do you remember how HeeChul-ah gave everyone in Super Junior a disney name?" you looked up from your phone.

"Yes, why?" wondering what he was getting at.

"Well, what if we made it a mission today with the time we have left, to find all the stars that HeeChul-ah named us, so that when we go home, I can send them all to him as a surprise?" the hunter switch in you turned on. You loved seek and quest games, and played a lot of them on the computer.

"Challenge Accepted!" you said with a smirk, and then snickered to yourself because you knew Leeteuk had no idea where the reference came from.

At the end of the day, right before the fireworks and the end of the day parade, the last person you needed was Cinderella herself. You headed for the castle and holding hands, you breathed in the fresh air. It smelled of salt air, popcorn, and oddly enough, childhood. A scent you couldn’t put into words. 

Your life would be changing so much soon with your Oppa going into the military, your happy times together would be put on pause and it was going to force you both to grow up. You had stubbornly fought against it all your life, but you knew it was going to come eventually.

"Penny for your thoughts Jagi." Leeteuk said as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You leaned back against him and tried to breathe normally so you wouldn’t cry. "Are you Okay?" he asked. That started the flood gates. "Hey, hey, hey… there’s no crying at Disney, it’s supposed to be the happiest place on earth." he muttered lamely into your temple.

"I’m… I’m just going to miss you." you managed. You heard him sigh and spinning you around, he held onto you as you dampened his shirt sleeve. 

"I’m going to miss you to Jagi but it’s not like you’re never going to see me again. We’ve been together a long time. It’ll be the same as if I was promoting. Just for longer. I’ll still text you, and send you emails, and things like that. I won’t drop off the face of the earth. And I’m sure the media will always be there to take snap shots of my short comings and my hair being cut and all that. So please, don’t cry." he kissed your cheeks, and your forehead and the tip of your nose in that order. It made you smile in spite of yourself. "That’s my girl." he whispered before capturing your lips against his own. 

As outgoing as he was, Leeteuk was always a little shy around skinship with you, so holding hands and hugs was usually about as far as it went. The kisses you shared were far and few between, so you had learned to treasure them. You expected it to be a short smush of the lips and that would be it. But when his hand coiled through your hair, and pulled you closer by the back of the head, it made your breath hitch somewhere in your throat. He slanted his mouth over yours, deepening the kiss, and you put your hands out to rest on the front of his shirt for something to hold onto. 

When he pulled away, both of your breathing was a bit labored. You both had the sense you were being watched and turning to look, stood Cinderella and her Prince Charming arm in arm, smiling at the two of you. You felt your cheeks flush. Another Disney worker gladly took a picture of you all together, and your journey was complete. Walking back to main street from the castle, you bought popcorn, cotton candy, and soda’s and got a standing spot to watch the parade, the lights, and the fireworks. 

"This has been the best vacation Oppa. I’m glad we decided to take it." you said as you took the monorail back to the Disney hotel. You were sleepy and leaned on Leeteuk’s shoulder.

"I think so too Jagi, and remember it’s not over, we still have two more days in the Keys before going home. I look forward to seeing you in a bikini." he grinned, you slapped him playfully in the arm.

"Ooooppppppaaaaaaa!!" you whined, "Why are you like that?" but you had to giggle.

"What? Can’t blame a guy for trying. I gotta have some good memories to go into the army with." all he could do was laugh under the punches from you that followed.


Holy crap I’m writing. WHAT IS THIS SORCERY! 

Henry / Super Junior M Kpop Scenario

Requested by Anon

Who; Henry of Super Junior M

Plot; A date at Niagra Falls.

"Where are we going?" you asked for the third time as you continued to pack your Victoria’s Secret weekender bag in the car. Henry smirked at you and you felt the need to throw something at him. He had been darkly hinting at this trip for almost a month. The cold weather had finally gone, and it was the first springtime feel you’d had in what had felt like forever. Canada winters always dragged on longer than anywhere else. You hadn’t always lived in Canada. What had originally started out as a semester off, had turned into a full life. 

You had wanted to travel a bit, and since Canada was still somewhat like America, as far as language went, and you had already learned french in high school, you decided to take advantage. If you hadn’t met Henry, you would have gone home a long time ago. But you did meet him, while enjoying shopping at a local mall. He caught your eye, and since you were always one of those people who made the first move, you walked up and said hi. He had chatted with you for a bit and then asked if you wanted a picture or autograph. You had quirked a brow, thinking him some ego maniac, until he explained to you what he did for a living. 

You walked around the mall and talked about various things. You exchanged numbers in hopes of seeing each other again. You went home after that first meeting and looked up “Super Junior M” on youtube. You were amazed at how talented he was. Your jaw had a few inches to go, before it hit the floor when Henry called you, asking if you’d like to catch a movie sometime. It snowballed from there. 

Now here you were, 2 years later, applying to college’s and to the Canadian government for citizenship. Henry had given you a healthy amount of hints over the course of the past few months as to where you were going, or so he thought. He could always be rather cryptic. But you still hadn’t figured it out. Now it was the day of the trip, and you were still stumped.

"Why can’t you just tell me?" you whined as you got into the passenger seat of the car and clicked your seat belt shut. 

"Because if I told you, that would ruin the fun. You’ve still got about an hour to guess where we’re going. I know you have both brains and beauty, you’re sure to figure it out eventually." Henry grinned. The urge to hit him returned. 

For the next half hour you both munched on junk food, and listened to the kpop mixes you had come up with after two years of diving into Henry’s world of show biz. You were thankful that he wasn’t gone all the time, and still was relatively normal for a “Celebrity”. Random girls still followed him around in his home town, but for the most part, he was the same Henry Lau as he’d always been. His parents on the other hand, were puffed up and practically bursting at the seams with pride of their son. He’d been a trainee at one of the best companies in South Korea, he’d traveled and seen parts of the world he hadn’t seen before, and had brought a sense of pride to his family. 

"All because of the Violin." his mother had told you. All you could do was smile. It had been an interesting road in getting them to like you. They obviously were very protective of him, with him being an international super star, they were worried about girls who were after him for just his fame. But you managed to prove your sincerity and they saw how genuinely happy you made their son.

"We’re almost there, sure you don’t want to give it one more shot?" Henry giggled as he switched lanes on the highway. 

"No," you said rather glum, "you’ve bested me, and I can’t think of anything right now." he reached out a hand and touched your face while trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Don’t look like that babe. You should at least be proud of yourself that you didn’t try and Google it or anything. You didn’t cheat." he grinned.

"Yeah I guess. So where are we going?" you asked again, sitting up in your seat a little and looking around.

"We’re not going anywhere… we’re here. Well, practically." he said and turning on his blinker, got off the highway at Niagra Falls. 

"Wow really? I’ve never been here before." you smiled. Your parents had told you all about the times in their youth, before they had you, they would drive up through New York to the falls for a weekend trip.

"I know, your parents told me they never brought you here." he said as he listened to the GPS guide him.

"You asked my parents?" you said snapping your head quickly to look at him.

"Yep, well your dad really. He and I had a long talk not that long ago. He wanted to make sure that your applying for Canadian citizenship was really necessary, and that you weren’t making a huge mistake, and that I wouldn’t just up and leave you after you went through all this work." you groaned at those words. You knew your father was over protective but this was just unbelievable. Henry on the other hand, laughed. "Yeah he really gave it to me good." 

"I’m so sorry. He still sees me…" you started.

"As daddy’s little girl. And I don’t blame him. Moving to another country for love is something rash teenagers do. And he just wanted to make sure that you were doing what you were doing for the right reasons. You can’t fault him for that. If we have children, I would feel the same way." the last comment was made in an off handed manner but it made your heart skip a beat at the thought.

You remained quiet for the next half hour while Henry continued to follow the directions set in place by the GPS until you pulled up to a bed and breakfast. You recognized it almost instantly. Your parents had pages of photo’s of them standing in front of it by year in a photo album your mother brought out on occasion when she was feeling nostalgic. 

"How did you find this place?" you asked with an almost breathless tone to your voice.

"That one meeting we had with your parents. While you and your dad were doing dishes, your mom brought out this photo album, and told me the stories. You guys were in there for quite a while." he grinned while you unloaded your bag to follow him up to the front desk. 

"Good Afternoon, welcome the Morning Glory Inn, can I help you?" a lady at the front desk asked rather cheerily. 

"Hi, we’re here to check in, Lau is the name. L-A-U." he smiled. She nodded and looked up the name.

"Ah yes here we are. Lau. A connecting two bedroom. Here is your key. It’s room number 11 and 12. The key also opens the door inbetween. Might I suggest the young lady keep the key?" she said giving a knowing look. Henry sort of shrank into his baseball hat and handed the key to you. "Enjoy your stay with us. This is the pamphlet for meal times and our options." she added as the dark storm clouded look passed from her face. You grinned and lead Henry, who kept his face down, to the rooms. 

"I like this place. I bet you anything it looks exactly the same as it did when my parents were here." you said over your shoulder as you walked up the creaky stairs to the 2nd floor. Down the hall, you found rooms 11 and 12. Both were decorated in cheery fabrics and neutral colours.

You decided on 11 since the baby blue used was your favorite colour, which left Henry with the buttercup yellow. You opened the door between the rooms and grinned because you could see him on his bed from where you were laying on yours. 

"So where do you wanna go? Obviously the falls is our main goal but we can walk around here. This place seems to be one of those "untouched" area’s." Henry said standing in the doorway. 

"Well I’m starving so let’s go find food, and then sight see for awhile." 

And you both did just that. Hand in hand, walking freely among the tourist and locals alike. In a place where it seemed no one had even heard of Kpop. Henry smiled and seemed at ease. He didn’t let a lot of this fame stuff get to him. But it was kind of hard to be normal when everyone “loved” you and everyone wants to “have your babies!!”. It was hard to stay grounded. That was another reason he loved being around you. You treated him as your boyfriend, not some celebrity. You always paid for your own way when it was necessary, bought things for him that you knew he’d like. It was a relationship. A normal relationship. Well as normal as could be expected.

After dinner, with ice cream in cups you both made your way to the falls. It was loud, and steamy, and beautiful. You couldn’t get to close to the observation decks because it was after hours, but you parked in the parking lot, sat on the hood of the car and listened to the running water. You were really enjoying your ice cream when you felt eyes on you. You glanced at Henry who was staring at you. You quickly wondered if you’d made a pig of yourself again and had ice cream on your face.

"Am I eating to fast again?" you asked apologetically. You still had some tomboy habits. Even though Henry loved you the way you were, you wanted to at least be a little more refined if people found out that you two were together. You didn’t want to be an embarrassment. 

"You’re so beautiful…" he stated bluntly and as if he hadn’t heard your question. You blushed and tried to look away from him. But his fingers, delicate and nimble from playing violin, caught you under the chin and kept your eyes on his. "Don’t hide from me." it wasn’t a command so much as a tender request. Your cheeks were burning. Normally you didn’t have such romantic little scenes, and it always turned your stomach into knots when it did happen. 

"I-I’m sorry.." you said barely above a whisper and almost inaudible with the noise of the water. He was leaning towards you and you were panicking. Part of you wanted him to kiss you. They always set your body on fire when he did. The other half was embarrassed that this was happening, and that you were so childish about it, that you wanted to run and hide. 

When his lips met yours you instantly melted. You dropped what little ice cream you had left in the cup to the ground out of shock. You mentally kicked yourself for littering, before his soft and chubby lips swiped yours again, wiping your mind of anything but the feeling of his kiss.

Henry was young but he wasn’t one to get all grabby, so when you felt his hands on your shoulders you shivered. The feeling of his rough fingertips, callused many times by violin strings over the years, played over the exposed skin of your shoulders and collarbone. When lights flashed in the distance, Henry pulled away from you suddenly, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

"We should get going before the cops find us here and we get in trouble." he said calmly as if your kiss hadn’t just happened. You nodded and picking up the spilt ice cream container, put it in one of the trash containers before getting in the car. 

You both were silent while heading back to the inn. Walking through the entryway, the lady behind the counter took one look at your face and gave you a slight wink. Her words from earlier echoing in your head. Is this why she had insisted that you hold onto the key? Because of feelings like the ones you were having? Most likely. 

You unlocked Henry’s door first, and without waiting to see if he went in, unlocked your door and headed into your room. You paused at the middle door and after looking at it for a minute, walked away and headed to the bathroom. Taking your shower, you dressed in your pj’s and sat on your bed waiting. You heard his shower run through the thin walls. You continued to wait. When it stopped you started to become breathless. When the light went out, you exhaled as if you were being drowned, and couldn’t get any air. Had he really gone to bed and just left everything like that?

You got up and stood at the door. You wanted to unlock it. Wanted to call his name and hug him, kiss him. But all you did was stand there. What you didn’t know was that on the other side of the door, Henry also stood, wanting it to be unlocked so he could hold you, kiss you, without fear. But he wouldn’t ask for you until you wanted him. 

You were about to put your hand on the door when you heard a thump. Henry’s forehead hit the door and quietly talking to himself.

"Please don’t shut me out." that was all you needed to hear. You quickly unlocked the door, and the light from your room came flooding into the darkness of his. He stumbled forward after the door had been taken away and almost fell on you. You opened your arms and caught him. 

"I would never.." was as far as you got before your lips were pressed against his again. The familiar burn started in your stomach again. There was no hesitation now, no fear. All that could be heard, as Henry closed the middle door, locking out the darkness, were the breathless pants of anticipation.


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